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rosaliepostsstuff · 3 years

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Chapter 4 - Of the D.A. and the good ol’ fashioned muggle beating

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warnings: swearing, sexual references, mentions of food, violence, a tiny bit of angst word count: 2895 a/n: I had so much fun getting back to this, but simultaneously, at the moment of checking and editing it I’m on my period and super irritable, so I’m not confident about how it came out, didn’t wan’t to hold it up any longer, though, so I hope you like it.

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“Are you sure this is going to work?” Alicia Spinnet asked in a tiny whisper. “It has to, I mean, why wouldn’t it? It’s really simple, nothing complicated,” you answered while scoping an intersection before taking a turn. “Why didn’t we take Angie..?” Alicia fretted. “Oh, you know what she’d say. Besides, she’s got important things on her mind now, the quidditch team and all…” “Right, right…” Alicia nodded, “but we could’ve asked Fred and George..?” she complained, looking around the dark corridors. “We don’t need them,” you whispered back, “we can do this on our own, now pull yourself together, girl..!” you said, trying to hide just how nervous you were yourself. “Yeah… yeah, you’re right,” she started walking a little closer to you, as you lit the way with your wand, holding it low enough not to wake the portraits. “We’ve got this.”

“How much do we need?” Alicia questioned, scraping some moss off of an old castle wall. “I dunno… a lot?” you shrugged your shoulders and she glared at you, “keep going, definitely more than that.”

“Did you hear that?” she froze, terrified. You looked around the two of you, scanning your surroundings as your heart rate spiked up, “I didn’t hear anything. Let’s switch, you keep a lookout,” you instructed.

“Here goes nothing,” you pointed your wand at the bucket, standing in an abandoned storage room, in an empty part of the castle, “geminio.”

The bucket multiplied.

“Awesome…” said Alicia, before a long yawn escaped her lips. “Minnie would be proud of me,” you noted, then performed the same spell a few more times.

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You were quite weary the next morning, having breakfast with Angelina and Alicia, who was having trouble staying awake over her bowl of cereal.

“Morning,” greeted Fred and George, sliding into empty seats, even though they had free period first, and were lazily greeted back.

Hermione was reading The Daily Prophet a few seats further, and after a few seconds Fred asked, “Inspections..?” “Yeah, she’s gonna be sitting in on our lessons now, apparently. To make reports,” Angelina answered flatly, with a bit of irritation in her voice. “Oh, that should be fun,” George commented, to which Fred added, “I bet, a real shit-show” with a smirk.

Only then George glanced at the still not quite healed sentence on your hand and his face fell a bit, as your friends continued the conversation. Instead of going over the same thoughts once again, he took notice of your posture, facial expression and tired eyes.

“What’s up?” he nudged you with his elbow lightly. “Huh..?” you mumbled. “You look like death,” he stated. “Oh, thanks, charmer,” you replied sarcastically, pouring yourself a bit more coffee. “Everything alright?” George asked. “Yeah, stayed up late, is all,” you answered, avoiding further explanation and George nodded in response.

“What do you have first period?” he asked after a bit of silence, even though he knew the answer. “Ancient runes.”

Later that day, before lunch, you had charms with Flitwick. It was one of few classes George, Fred and you had together.

As soon as the three of you walked into the classroom you noticed the pink toad standing at the front, talking to Flitwick, and you groaned involuntarily.

You walked over to one of the long benches to take your usual seat. George, instead of going to the next one and take his usual seat with Fred behind you, kept walking with you.

“Ehm, excuse me? That’s- that’s my seat,” Clint Nicholson, the Ravenclaw boy who usually sat next to you, pointed out. George gave him a single glance, “find a new one, mate,” he told him and you watched, a bit puzzled. “Will do.” Clint nodded right away and walked away, sitting next to some housemate of his.

“What was that for?” you asked, puzzled, once Clint set his books down. George looked at you with his eyebrows slightly raised. “For your information, I’m here to make sure you don’t end up boiling up again, with her around,” he said, pointing quickly at Umbridge, then ruffled your hair.

You had no energy to argue, so you looked at him dazed for a couple seconds more. “Sorry,” he added quietly, fixing a few strands of hair he messed up on top of your head.

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“Wait, is it the musty old shack at the end of one of the side roads?” Lee asked, shoving a bag full of Zonko’s merch in his backpack.

You had just finished shopping with the boys and the four of you were headed to the Hog’s Head Inn. Fred and George had a rough idea of where the pub could be but you were the only one who knew the location.

“I think, isn’t it?” said Fred, before you could answer. “Oooh I know now, the place where the owner has the goat..!” Lee exclaimed like it was the most exciting piece of information in the world, but that was just his talent. “The goat?” George questioned, puzzled, walking with his hands in his pockets. “I mean, a goat. But I heard the guy l e g i t has a goat in there. Like, as a pet,” Lee went on, “or maybe..? Do you think he..?” he trailed off with a suggestive facial expression, making the twins laugh.

“Ugh, stop right there,” you halted their train of thought with disgust written on your face, trying not to picture it. “But yes, that is the place. Reckon we’re gonna need something less crowded... Dodgier.”

You were the last people to join in. After everyone had a butterbeer in hand, they gathered round in front of Harry and you settled in a chair next to Fred and George. The crowd was versatile, mostly 5th years, with a few younger and older people.

Hermione was the one that started talking and then the conversation rolled around the topic of Defence Against the Dark Arts. Although you were quite skilled in that department, wanting to be an Auror, there were always things you could learn or practice, or maybe even help some others.

They started arguing about Harry’s accomplishments. He spoke about how difficult it was, you hadn’t expected to be so moved but when he spoke about being near losing a friend or really losing one, the reality hit you properly. It got you thinking about what if, as you looked at a pair of hands scrunching up a beanie to your right. What if you lost George?

Coming to Hogwarts, you weren’t one of the most confident kids. You got sorted into Gryffindor and naturally got somewhat close to other Gryffindors in your year. George and Fred were wild from day one. They were easy-going and somehow always managed to make you feel comfortable. By the end of your first year, you’d already considered them your proper friends.

It was always easier with George. Although you’d also trust Fred with everything and in return, you could kill for him, you’d always go to George first. So it became not only Fred, George and Y/N but also George and Y/N.

George was always there and understood. With George, you could communicate without words. He always had the right thing to say when you needed him most, and where words were unnecessary or ineffective, he knew the right thing to do. All that on top of being an all-around great guy.

You were always each other’s biggest support, and over the years developed some shared interests. You could still remember the time you discovered your shared love for one particular book series and how it became so special.

It was in your second year that you mentioned reading it. You had just been rereading the second tome right before the third was about to come out. George shared that he loved the books too, but Fred found the plot boring and overcomplicated. When the third tome came out, you both rushed with your pocket money to buy it and raced each other who could read it faster. You had so much fun with it and sharing your thoughts, you couldn’t wait until the continuation would come out. Next year, however, when the book was about to be released, George was really sheepish about it. After many attempts, you managed to learn that with George’s younger brother starting school, his parents didn’t have enough money for him to buy the book. So you did, and you read it together – that’s how the tradition started. As the series was continued, no matter which one of you paid for the book, you’d always read it together. Over the years you forgot about the money aspect of it – you just loved spending hours upon hours with your best friend, engrossed in your favourite story. Sharing the experience with George made it that much more amusing, memorable and so, so special.

So after all that, what would happen if he was gone one day?

“That’s not what he said,” you were pulled out of your thoughts by Fred’s voice when he snarled at Zacharias Smith. George pulled some long, metal object out of his Zonko’s bag, “Would you like us to clean out your ears for you?” he inquired. “Or any part of your body, really, we’re not fussy where we stick this,” added Fred.

A wide grin appeared on your face and you started blinking away some tears you hadn’t even noticed were about to appear a moment before. You looked down at your feet, not wanting George to notice that, but you still smiled to yourself.

You were proud to call those two your friends.

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The following Monday, walking to breakfast with your roommates you noticed a giant notice on the board in the common room. The sign declared all student organizations, societies, teams, groups, and clubs disbanded. This new information took a turn on everyone, you spent a long time trying to help Angelina calm down as it meant their quidditch team as well. The great hall was filled with buzz that morning and the Dumbledore’s Army stood in question. Everyone decided to stick to the plan, though, so you did.

Over the next few days Fred and George some massive boils as a result of their unfinished formula for Fever Fudge. It proved a great joking material for you, up until Fred threatened to show them to you if you didn’t stop. Angelina also managed to get permission to reform their quidditch team, meaning your friends would spend a lot of time on the pitch now, with 3 weeks until the first match of the season.

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“Well,” said Harry, slightly nervously. “This is the place we’ve found for practices, and you’ve — er — obviously found it okay —” “It’s fantastic!” said Cho, and several people murmured their agreement. “It’s bizarre,” said Fred, frowning around at it. “We once hid from Filch in here, remember, George? But it was just a broom cupboard then…”

“A room that gives you whatever you need, whenever you need it? That would’ve come in handy,” you exclaimed, looking around once again. “Yeah, for you, I bet. More spacious than a broom cupboard, isn’t it?” Fred teased you with a shit-eating grin. You immediately reached your foot, over a puzzled looking George, to kick him. Fred wasn’t talking about anything that actually happened but you felt a bit embarrassed nonetheless.

Your first practice session felt very odd, but also fun. You practised the disarming charm, and you partnered up with Neville. He even managed to disarm you a couple of times.

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The morning of the match, Gryffindor vs Slytherin, you separated from Fred and George with a kick in the butt for good luck and headed to find the best seat.

The game was dynamic and it turned really aggressive – as most games against Slytherin did. This time, however, they developed a song ‘Weasley is our King’ to get into the team’s, and especially Ron’s, minds. It drove everyone even more.

You were at the edge of your seat and didn’t know where to look. You clutched the ends of your Gryffindor scarf tightly, biting your lip constantly and your gaze alternated between keeping track of the quaffle and following George around. He was doing brilliantly, as always.

The game ended suddenly, Harry caught the snitch and Gryffindor won. Your happiness was mixed with concern as you saw him get hit square in the back by a bludger the moment he caught the snitch. You made your way down to see if he was alright and congratulate your friends.

When you finally reached the pitch your stomach immediately sank and you knew something was wrong. The air felt thick. It was just the two teams on the grass and everyone looked on edge, Fred and George stood stiff.

You heard Malfoy say something indistinctly to you and the twins were about to jump on him, being held down by the rest of the team.

You continued walking towards them but George didn’t see you, he was too focused on Malfoy talking about his family. His jaw was clenched and his whole body tense, shoulders straight – he seemed even taller and bigger than usual.

But the moment Malfoy mentioned Harry’s parents, he let go of George and the both of them tackled Draco. You froze in spot, not knowing what to do. You were scared for George, not wanting him to get hurt or get in trouble, but you couldn’t deny Malfoy deserved it and seeing George land punch after a punch on the prat was scary but satisfying. Seeing him stand up for his family and a friend was also something completely else, which you wouldn’t admit to yourself.

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You closed the door to George’s dorm. Fred was out somewhere, blowing some steam off and none of the team members was in the mood to celebrate tonight after three great players got a lifetime ban.

George had showered and changed, he lay sprawled out across the bed, covering his eyes with his forearm.

You put down the few things you brought, that could help with the cut and swelling on his lip, on the bedside table and sat down next to him.

“Can you sit up?” you instructed quietly, with a soft voice. You felt so bad for him and couldn’t imagine how bad he must’ve felt. And you knew he was angry, still.

He took a deep breath after a few seconds, then sat up. Both his hands were now clutching the bed tightly and he stared straight ahead, he avoided looking you in the eye.

You soaked a cotton swab and squeezed the excess, then turned back to him and moved a bit closer, so that your work was easier, and your thighs were touching now. You placed one of your hands on his jaw to hold his head in place. You made a mental note to yourself now was not the time to point out it was time to shave. You started dabbing silently and George winced quietly at the first touch.

“Did he mean that..?” you asked after a minute or so, barely audible. “What?” George mumbled and you put the swab away. “Is it true..? That quidditch was the only thing keeping you here?” you paused to take a deeper breath, “are you going to just leave now?”

George shifted on the bed and looked away, showing signs of irritation, then looked down at his hands, fiddling in his lap. His features softened, he rested elbows on his knees and hid his face in his hands, sighing deeply.

His silence disturbed you, and you also shifted, turning to face him.

“Maybe for Fred. We talked about this for a bit, but… Yes, you do make this shit-hole bearable.” “…but?” “But if we’re talking school-specific? Nothing. You know we don’t need to sit here. We have the money, we could start up the shop and start doing real things,” he looked at you, “Y/N, we’re friends outside of school, if I left, I wouldn’t just vanish out of your life. And you’d do fine without me here.” “Yeah, just peachy, George!” You huffed, “it’s 8 months! Eight whole-fucking-months, the year has barely started.” “Relax, I didn’t say we’re leaving.” You relaxed a bit, slouching. “There’s still a bit more testing we could do here, and also the D.A. stuff...” He added.

You were quiet for a bit, both avoiding each other’s eyes.

“Are you upset I beat Malfoy up?” George asked, slightly subdued This surprised you slightly. “No, I’m not. It probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, considering the consequences,” you waved your hands around and shrugged your shoulders, “but also, the prat deserved it. Annd it was nice to see you in action,” you said with a chuckle and a faint smile appeared on his face with a raised brow, “good to know what you’re capable of, if needed.”

He tried his best to hold back the grin, but couldn’t, “capable, huh?” he questioned. You blushed, because you didn’t mean to make it sound suggestive, and you were about to start explaining yourself when he tackled you, tickling your sides.

All your attempts to defend yourself, attack him back or get out of his grasp were pointless.

You had to just let go and surrender.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley series

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ramblings-of-a-mad-cat · 4 years

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Do you have any Chiara headcanons?

Moonlight Bae! I’m so happy you asked!

Something that I find interesting is that Chiara goes off to the Forbidden Forest for her transformations. I know Wolfsbane Potion now exists, and it didn’t for Remus, but...wouldn’t the Shrieking Shack still be safer? She could camp out until the morning, like how Remus did in his office whenever he was “ill.” I have no idea why Dumbledore would allow this, or why Chiara would prefer it? So, here is my solution. Chiara grew up in a woodland. Her family home is in a forest-like area similar to the Forbidden Forest. For all of her transformations as a child, Chiara would go off into the woods, far away from the house. Often waking up the next morning in completely different places and having to navigate her way back.

One head-canon that I’ve seen in Wolfstar posts that I really like is the idea of a magical black tattoo that represents the moon cycle, and shifts with the current phases of the moon. Chiara’s end-game love interest, be it Jae, MC, or whoever, could have this tattoo. Or Chiara could have it herself. Hmm, it would need to be out of sight in normal situations, but able for Chiara to see in private. Maybe on her waist or something.

Let’s talk about Selina, and what Chiara’s mother did to her. I’ve said before that I personally find it morally objectionable, even if Chiara asked. Selina didn’t ask, did she? Even if she did, she was only seven. I like to think that in the years to come, Chiara would undergo an entire arc concerning Selina. She would start out feeling grateful and thinking it was a good idea. One day, she gets into casual conversation with her roommate, Penny. Who mentions cryptically that she had a horrible summer, that she’d just like to forget about it. Chiara helpfully suggests brewing a Forgetfulness Potion....eventually though, Chiara she begin to feel guilt about asking her mother to do this. She would have nightmares about Selina. Sooner or later, perhaps post-Hogwarts, she would contact her again and rekindle the friendship.

You know what’s just occurred to me? Chiara is presumably going to work at St. Mungo’s, meaning that sooner or later she’ll be at the building while Lockhart is there. I can only imagine the hijinks that would ensue. In general, assuming she did get a job there, I have to imagine she’d become a star overnight with how diligent and caring she is. She’d be really good with patients like say, the Longbottoms. Or even Lockhart. I figure all of her fellow Healers would figure out her secret sooner or later, but it would be kinda like the Marauders figuring out Remus’ secret. They would never turn her in, and they probably wouldn’t even confront her or let her know that they know. But they would absolutely protect her secret and stand up for her because she’s Chiara, and she’s wonderful.

You cannot convince me that Tonks and Chiara were not besties. I bet Tonks was the first person that Chiara ever entrusted with her secret. I mean come on, with all of the teasing they put in game about Tonks and werewolves? They were roommates. I bet Tonks would have mediated Penny and Chiara growing closer because that would have been awkward at first. Tonks either figured it out or Chiara told her. Chiara was absolutely the Maid of Honor at Tonks’ wedding to Remus. Tonks would have named her Teddy’s god-mother. I’m not accepting constructive criticism on this one. They. Were. Besties.

So, what’s the deal with Jae and Chiara? No idea. But I like to think that they met properly and got to know each other at around the point Lone Wolf happened. That was when Chiara was starting to run short on the supplies she needed for her Wolfsbane potion, right? Imagine Chiara nervously taking a trip to Knockturn Alley, terrified, when she bumps into Jae. He knows this place, he spends half his time here. He helps Chiara get back to Hogwarts safely. Agrees to sell her potion ingredients for a reduced price under the table. They gradually become closer and he eventually figures out her secret. Whether or not he confronts her, whether their relationship ever becomes more than friendly...that’s open to interpretation.

Borf is Chiara’s loyal companion and you will not take this away from he. He follows her after she leaves Hogwarts and lives with her, wherever she goes. Even as she grows up, even as he grows up. I don’t know how big he would actually get, but I could see him remaining small forever, or becoming a great big beast of a pupper. Chiara could pretty much have a Direwolf as her bodyguard, that would be awesome. He would look so ferocious, growling at the door...until it opens and it’s just MC and Tonks coming to visit. At which point he turns back into a gigantic, tail-wagging puppy, begging for a tummy rub. “Borf borf!”

I get the feeling that Remus’ Erised vision would have been something akin to him with his friends, except he’s no longer a Werewolf. Chiara is different. I don’t think she’s nearly so ashamed of what she is. She doesn’t have that level of self-loathing. It really only came out when she thought she had attacked someone. Most of the time, she seems to have the self-awareness that she’s not a monster, simply because she was infected. So suppose her Erised vision is something more hopeful. Werewolves and humans living together in harmony, even with werewolves transformation. With wolfsbane potion available, the danger would be gone. It would just need to be something that becomes more normalized.

This one is pretty much canon, but I feel as though for Chiara, someone witnessing her transformation is one of the most, if not the most personal, intimate things that she could ever share with another person. So it would mean she trusts them a lot. Now, I’m not saying this means she’d be end-game with MC...but I am saying that she would never fully commit to a relationship with someone until that particular threshold had passed. Miss Lobosca ain’t saying “I do” until her significant other can say “I stayed.”

She probably doesn’t care for Quidditch. But she does seem to have a taste for music. As much as it pains me to say, Chiara probably adores the Weird Sisters. She’s said to like Punk music, and while I really don’t know what type of band the Weird Sisters are supposed to be...I dunno, the attempts they made at making musical sound were probably supposed to be either rock, punk, or some combination of the two. I can picture Chiara being an avid fan and dreaming of going to their concerts. I can picture Alanza surprising her by introducing her to them. If you couldn’t tell, I detest the Weird Sisters...but Chiara would like them, and I find that adorable.

Back to Selina. Did you ever wonder where Chiara got her pendant? Whatever you do, just don’t imagine that after Chiara told Selina the truth, the latter got it for Chiara as a symbol of how she accepted her werewolf friend for what she was, and was not afraid. Whatever you do, don’t think about Chiara crying herself to sleep after Selina was obliviated and clutching the pendant. Don’t think about her clinging to it as a memory, and eventually giving it to MC when she grows close to them and is able to let go of her guilt. At which point the pendant takes on a new meaning for her, for both of them. Hey, that works. What if the pendant was charmed to alert the wearer when the full moon is approaching. That way MC has that, and Chiara has the tatoo from earlier.

So, what I’m coming away from this with, is that I’m way more of a Chiara/MC shipper than I thought I was...oh hell.

#Chiara Lobosca #HPHM Jacob's Sibling #HPHM Headcanons #Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery #Chiara Lobosca x Jacob's Sibling #Jae Kim #Nymphadora Tonks #Penny Haywood

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rhodochrosite-love · 4 years

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WOW everyone who commented on my Wirt birthday post are amazing!

Here’s the au I’ve been working on where it started off as just a Ford Pines self insert, but turned into very interesting idea!

Stanley is kicked out and Ford goes to Backupsmore, while Penny stays in Jersey to help pay off her childhood home’s mortgage. All in the early 1970s.

Ford is awarded a doctorate 3 years ahead of schedule, and prepares to move to Gravity Falls, Oregon in 1973.

In the same instant, Ford gets a call from his parents and after he tells them he’s moving to the northwest, they inform him of Penny living with them. Shocked, Ford is conflicted. Should he go to his sweetheart? He couldn’t imagine what could’ve happened that made her stay in his parents home… After consulting with Fiddleford, he quickly travelled back to Jersey to confront Penny.

Penny explains that she couldn’t take care of the house like she thought she could, what with her book-keeping job as well as her secretary position AND the pressure from it all really weighing her down. She couldn’t help her home anymore so she turned to the only people she knew left in Glass Shard-- Filbrick and Caryn Pines. She had been pulling her weight with buying food, despite Caryn’s pleas to rest whenever she could and her job offers.

Ford listened and took her side. He said he was moving out West to Oregon and had wanted her to come with him. He missed her dearly and could clearly see she needed to get away-- Jersey is no place for a princess.

She accepts in a heartbeat at the thought of living out there, alone with her sweetheart amongst the wood.

1972-1979 Penny and Ford start a life of adventure in Gravity Falls up in their cabin in the woods, catalouging new anomalies every day! After such a hard time, Penny adores the relaxing atmosphere and spending time with her boyfriend after 3(ish) years.

C. 1976 Penny can’t help but begin to think about the future with Ford, and tries to decide whether or not they should marry. In her heart she knows she wants to, but in her mind she feels as though Ford wouldn’t be as on board for whatever reason. After speaking with Susan (Lazy Susan) and Lana (Wendy’s mom), her newfound friends, she decides she has to speak with Ford!

After being avoided most of the day by her beloved (due to him being very distracted by the mystery of the Hide-Behind, and eventually their unavoidable run-in with it. emotional scenes with Penny’s annoyed tone) At the end of the day, Ford admits over dinner that he was avoiding her for the whole day due to his nervousness. After being asked why, he tells her that… “I’ve been fascinated by anomalies my whole life-- the Hide-Behind, the Gnomes, the Eyebats, that UFO theory I’ve still got stuck in my head--” “Stanford, please.” “--Even I, as normal as I may seem, my six fingers made me who I am today! … But… “ Ford reaches in his coat’s pocket, and pulls something from it and places it on the dinner table. “You, Penelope Wright, have been the one thing that’s done both for me-- Fascinated me, baffled me, cherished me, twirled me ‘round and ‘round again ‘til I was dizzy with delight.” “Ford, what’re ya sayin’?” “Penny, dearest... “ He reveals the item, it being a ring with the sweetest red gem in its center shaped like a rounded heart. Penny sniffled, “The apple… Stanford, you’re such a prince!” Before he could utter those four simple words, Penny kissed him breathless. When she pulled away, he was flushed from his ears to his nose and asked her then, whispered against her lips. She said yes, and then many times that night.

C. 1977 Bill realizes his plan is being challenged by this engagment! He had never thought of Penny to be a true problem until now, what with the now foretold probability of the wedding and children as a distraction! Bill makes a deal with Lana to guide Ford to the cave in which Bill was scribed by the natives in exchange for a long life. Ford summons Bill and to no avail, nothing happens until Ford falls asleep.

It was then Ford dreams about Bill and begins to work with him to open his dimension to study the weirdness of Gravity Falls and beyond.

With the new development in the mysteries, the wedding is delayed and Ford and Penny become very busy in their new findings with Bill’s help.

C. 1978 Fiddleford McGucket is employed as the head engineer in building the Portal to the other dimension. Upon hearing the news of Stanford’s engagment, he hoorah’d and congradulated his old roommate.

C. 1978-1979 The portal has been built, as well as the bunker and the second level of the basement. Fiddleford begins to despise his creation and begs Ford not to follow through with his plans and instead publish his findings and settle down properly with Penny. Ford declines and they move to test the portal the next day, Jan 18th 1979.

Jan 19th 1979. Fiddleford gets sucked into the portal, but then gets rescued by Penny and quits the whole she-bang.

Jan 20th, 1979. Bill sees that he has to manipulate Penny, too. She’d been taking Fidds’ side, and since she’s very close with Ford, it’s necessary. He enters her dreams and states that if she make a deal with him, he can make him see reality again. To Penny’s knowledge, Ford’s been driven to madness with his paranoia and struggles to see the light. Bill says that he can fix everything. If he ensconced a baby in Penny’s womb, one that’s both her’s and Ford’s completely, he will see the light again. In return, she has to take a hike. She makes the deal, and he ultimately sends her away. Confused, she cries. But when Bill explains that he basically makes her pregnant with a baby of a man that ‘doesn’t love her anymore’, and literally told her to ‘take a hike’. Embarrassed and humiliated, she flees into town and stays there, leaving Bill to torment Ford to his isoceles heart’s delight.

Sometime in October, before the 22nd, 1979. Penny gives birth to little Walter in Sacred Hirsch Community Hospital. At this point in time, Ford has been thrown into the portal by accident and Stanley has taken his place, in the process of making money for the new Murder Hut.

1980. Penny interrogates this new so-called Mr. Mystery, thinking he’s Ford. She rips at him, accusing him of neglecting her and hurting her. A lot of anger comes out, as well as sadness and despair and raw misery when she says that he no longer cared about her, and she doubted he ever had in the first place. When Stan pulls her to the side and finally looks her in the face clearly (before he was frantically looking around the room, his hut full of customers), he recognizes her faintly as Penelope Wright, the girl Sixer was in kahoots with back in Jersey. He sees her and the now crying baby she’s holding and connects the dots, and is flabbergasted that he’s an uncle! Well, he was already an uncle but that was for Shermie! Penny argues that it was a mistake. Little Walter was the making of a demon named Bill Cipher, and she never should have trusted him. Stan then takes her down to the basement and shows her what he’s done.

1981. Penny gets a job as a waitress at Greasy’s Diner with a little help from Lazy Susan.

1982. Penny needs to start fresh. Despite the fact that she’s got a job and is living with Stanley with a 3 year old Wirt (despite being named Walter, his first word was an attempt at ‘squirt’, which was a nickname given to him by Stanley. Everyone simply calls him Wirt now), she misses all the adventure from when she had Ford. Realizing she’s missing Ford, that son of a bitch that fell into a hole so deep he couldn’t climb out, she needs to get away. She saves up money from her Greasy’s job and now the Mystery Shack (unofficially hired. Stan just says that she’s always rearranging and flipping stuff over and it happens to look nice so he gives her some funds. She’s tried to refuse the money before, but he intensly insisted that she take it.) and moves to Arizona. Teary goodbyes are made and she hugs Stan the tightest of all, telling him to keep in touch.

1983-1994. Walter “Wirt” Wright is living in Arizona with his mother, Penelope Wright.

C. 1985. Greg Universe visits town and performs a live gig and seduces Penny. After a couple of succesful dates, they end up having unprotected sex. Not long after, he leaves town for another gig in Delmarva, doing gigs along the way. She ends up falling pregnant and struggles to comprehend the consequences.

C. 1986. Gregory Wright is born.

C. 1994. Halloween night, Wirt and Greg experience an adventure in The Unknown.

1999. Mason and Mabel Pines are born from Randy Pines and Kathy Pines

(2003. Steven Universe is born from Gregory “Universe” DeMayo and Pink “Rose Quartz” Diamond. Everything that happens with Steven is seperate from Dipper, Mabel, Wirt, and Greg.)

Update - Summer 2012. Penny takes a vacation to Gravity Falls and visits the Mystery Shack. She marvels at Dipper and Mabel and exclaims their cuteness. Mabel likes her when she’s given a butterscotch, but Dipper can’t help but question her motives. She seems awfully close with Stan and gets along well with everyone! Is she hiding something?

All is well until Dipper catches Penny trying to steal Journal #3, and he fights with her over it in his bedroom. Penny falls down and cracks something, making her scream. Stan rushes upstairs and takes Penny away, giving Dipper a nasty stinkeye. He tries to argue that she was trying to take his Journal, and Stan reacts by taking it himself.

Stan and Penny argue in the basement, saying that Dipper should have the Journal back. Stan tries to argue that he shouldn’t, but gives in. After making photocopies, Penny gives it back to Dipper. At first Dipper is skeptical, but awes when she tears up in front of him about it.

“Wow… You really care about the author, don’t you?” “Yeah, we were close…” She sits down beside him, opening the Journal to the Gnomes. “I remember the first time we saw the gnomes together… They tried to take me as queen!” “No way! They took Mabel as queen two weeks ago!” DIpper interjected, to which Penny laughed. “That explains this, then!” She pointed her crooked finger to the words; “Weakness: LEAFBLOWERS!” They both laughed.

At the end of it all, Dipper trusted Penny infineitly more. He was also more curious, as she knew the author. She wouldn’t give him a straight answer, however. Just saying he reminded her of her own son, Walter.

Penny stays in Gravity Falls until the Twins’ Birthday is over and they’re heading off to California.

August 22-25 2012. Weirdmageddon takes place. Penny serves as a scavenger and is found by McGucket and taken back to the Mystery Shack to be protected. She joins in the fight to defeat Bill Cipher, and when everyone’s in the Fearamid, it’s the first time Penny’s seen Stanford in nearly 33 years. He begins by saying hello, and saying he missed her. Before he can say anything further, she hugs him tightly, saying that he can apologize later. He prepares to retort, but when seeing Fidds’ face in response, he quietly hushes and hugs her back.

August 28 2012. Ford apologizes for how he acted and what he had done to her, like he always should have. She tells him about their son Wirt and he’s shocked. She tells him the deal she made and how she moved out of the state. After that conversation he hugs her tight and says she never should have gone through that. If he were a better man back then, she wouldn’t have had to make a deal to have a baby.

The same day, Mabel secretly arranges a wedding for her Grunkle Ford and new ‘Grauntie Penny’. Stan is on the sidelines for the whole occassion, but finally takes his brothers side as the Best Man. Mabel is the flower girl and Dipper bares the rings, while Susan is her maid of honor. Stanford promises to protect and cherish her for as long as he lives. Penny promises to care for him and heal him when the times arise. They smooch after some crazy heartfelt vows, thus they are married.

October 15 2012. Penny and Ford celebrate Wirt’s 33rd birthday. Wirt still isn’t used to his dad but comes around when he sees just how quizzical he is. They’re so alike it’s crazy!

November 2012. Penny joins Stan and Ford on the Stan ‘O War II.

(just to keep track-- in 2020 Wirt is 41, Dip and Mabs are 21, Greg is 34, and Steven is 17)

Mans that’s what I have! I’d love to hear anything from y’all about this!

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Kookies And Cream

Word Count: 11.6k (oh man holy shit)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff. The whole package.

Author’s Note: You know the definition of a switch? Just look at the two characters in this story lol switch heaven

2k Requests, Masterlist

When Jungkook first came to room with you, you were less than ecstatic about it. You had only ever roomed with one other person before at the start of your freshman year of college, but you quickly got fed up with it. Not that your roommate was bad or anything. In fact, if you were being fair, you'd admit that she was a sweetheart. But you are an only child, and you were never used to sharing anything with anyone, and despite what everyone said about the joys of having siblings, you simply weren't interested. You have none and that's the way you liked it.

Tell that to your parents though. They were convinced that you needed the company after years of keeping mostly to yourself unless you had to, with the exception of a couple of close friends. They thought that if you keep at it, you're going to turn insane from being in your head too much. Where they got that shit piece of pseudo-psychology you don't know but it had enough hold on their minds to make them force you to get a room in the college dorms -yuck- and live with a stranger for an entire month.

Or it would've been a month anyway if you hadn't made that poor girl's life a living hell so much so that by the end of the third week, she was running away from your shared dorm room like the devil himself was behind her.

The series of students who came and went through your dorm didn't last long enough to qualify as roommates. Your record was six hours, that's how long it took to send one dude,-Hoseok, you'll never forget the name- running for his life. It's a shame too, he was cute, and you had to forever ruin your chances with him. But, oh well, there are much more important things in life, like having a bathroom all to yourself.

Soon enough, your college caught on to your reign of terror and they, not so kindly, asked you to vacate the premises and restore the harmony to the student body. Your parents were forced to rent an apartment for you, seeing as you weren't allowed in the dorms anymore and they lived too far away for you to stay with them. Yeah, they could've withheld their money from you and taught you an important lesson about the consequences of being such a spoiled child but they loved you too much to do that. They've never been able to deal any real punishment to their baby girl, and that's probably how you turned out to be so headstrong.

Little did you know, however, that your comeuppance was coming for you. It took five years, five long years where you enjoyed your solitude to the max, but just as you were enrolling in a one-year post-graduate Master’s program, instead of the peaceful send off into the working world you were counting on it to be, it turned into a shitshow of the highest degree with the arrival of a certain bunny-toothed brat.

Jungkook is the son of your family's next door neighbours. But other than the daily 'Good mornings' and the occasional dinner invitation, your families weren't really close, and the only contact you had with their shy son was that one year you tutored him in math. To be sure, you were shit at math but that didn't stop you from attempting to make some money off the kid.

You see, Jungkook had a painfully obvious puppy crush on you, and even though you didn't teach him shit, and what you did teach him was mindbogglingly wrong, he still never spoke a word of it to his parents, studying on his own and getting good marks just so he'd keep seeing you.

To say that you were a bitch to him would be an understatement. You'd frequently invite your boyfriends over, taking advantage of the fact that his parents were never around because of their jobs, and using his place to hook up with them, knowing Jungkook would never tell on you. You did not care or even notice much that you were breaking the boy's heart.

Eventually, though, he got sick of your shit and asked you to stop coming over. But he still didn't tell either of your parents, ever the sweet kid. You didn't hear or see much of him after that, and you suspect that was intentionally his doing, until now.

As if the universe was punishing you for all your sins against the boy, it made him appear again in your life, but this time you were the one who was going to suffer.

On the last day before your Master’s program was set to start, your mum dropped the bomb on you, informing you that your old pupil was to shack up with you this year, and no amount of whining or begging or scheming was going to get you out of it. She gave you an ultimatum: either you let him room with you and look after him, or she stops giving you money and leaves your spoiled ass out in the cold to fend for yourself. Any funny business from you and you're done.

You were in denial at first, convincing yourself that it couldn't possibly be that bad. From what you remembered of Jungkook, he was a shy kid who did anything humanly possible to please you. You were sure that his crush must be long gone by now but he would still be the timid boy you remembered. Right?

Wrong. Jungkook was the devil incarnate.

He was nothing like the boy you used to know. For one thing, he grew. Instead of looking down on him, he now towered over you. Not that you were expecting the boy to remain midget sized forever, but the sheer scale of his height change was intimidating. His long, thick thighs made him look all the more tall.

Speaking of his thighs, your next door baby neighbor had no right to grow up to have such drool-inducing thighs. He must be aware of how sexy they are because he always puts them on display, adorning them in slim fitted jeans -and sometimes leather fucking pants, seriously who was this kid- and giving you such dirty thoughts they could make Jesus cry.

The rest of his body didn't show such stark evidence of his muscle bulk, it was all lean and hidden underneath his skin and clothes, fooling you into believing that it wasn’t that strong. Until you made the stupid mistake of challenging him one day, taking away his dinner and threatening not to let him eat until he's cleaned the mess he always makes after him.

He had snatched the food out of your hands faster than you could perceive and pushed you on the sofa, restraining you with those damn thighs of his as he continued the Netflix show he was watching and paid no mind to your struggles to get out from underneath him. When he was done, he left the empty plate on the table and went to take a shower.

That was the first time you'd learned of his horrible strength, and throughout the next few months, you became aware of it more and more with each passing day. Like when you'd take too long in the bathroom and he'd physically remove you from it like you weighed nothing more than a towel in order to get ready for his day. Or on those rare moments when he would be kind enough to help you move some piece of furniture around so you could clean under it after that one time you almost got crushed under a storage unit you were trying to move. He never let you do that on your own again despite how hard you tried to shrug him off.

Most maddening of all is that he refused to properly address you, always calling you by your first name instead of Noona since your reunion even though you've never told him he could do that, but no matter how many times you corrected him, he simply ignored you.

He may be doing things way worse than that but that's the one thing that annoyed you the most. You've never allowed anyone younger than you to call you by your name before. Call it being power hungry but you liked the respect you got simply for your greater age and that's why most of your friends were younger than you. So to have a brat like Jungkook simply disregard you like that got on your nerves more than anything.

You couldn't even relieve all that stress he was causing you. Every time you'd invite a guy over, Jungkook would do something to make the boy leave. It was as if he was doing it on purpose. His ways varied. One time he decided to clean up the apartment all of a sudden, specifically your room, and when you and your hook up headed for the couch, he went to clean that too. Another time he invited his unholy friends over in the middle of your hook up and they made sure to disturb you as much as they possibly can. And yet another time he called your mum and told her that you wanted to talk to her mid-fuck... His ways were endless.

You'd tried going against your preference and heading to your designated hook-up's place instead of yours like the usual but that proved to be very challenging. When you had a one night stand at your place, you could simply kick the person out after you're done and enjoy a peaceful night of sleep all to yourself. But when you hooked up at somebody else's place you had to make the infamous walk of shame each following morning, with an empty stomach and a restless night of trying to sleep in a stranger's bed, fighting for space and never agreeing on the optimal temperature.

Of course, Jungkook found a way to make it even harder for you. He'd sometimes, somehow, manage to find where exactly your hook-up's place is and bang on his door until they'd open up then he'd pretend to be your boyfriend who caught you cheating, watching with barely contained glee as you got kicked out. Or if the hook-up was particularly nasty, like that Jinyoung guy, Jungkook would drag you out of the apartment himself. Soon enough, a rumor spread around the whole campus about a cheating senior girl and her crazy freshman boyfriend, and you couldn’t even find someone to hook up with after that.

Jungkook wasn't content with just fucking up your chances of getting laid for the entire year. No, he made it a point to rub it in your face by hooking up with a new girl every chance he got and doing things to her to keep her screaming all night. You didn't know what he could possibly be doing to make them go off like that short of a murder scene, but whatever he did, it kept you all up and made sure you got no sleep.

You spent months suffering through all this, wondering why the fuck he was acting this way until you got fed up and asked him about it one day. You weren't really expecting an answer, so far you had just chalked it up to him being a demon from hell sent to test out your patience. You certainly didn't expect the way he so nonchalantly answered you, "It's payback for all the times you tortured me as a teenager."

Damn, did that kid know how to hold a grudge.

After much struggling, you finally submitted to your fate, figuring that he'd get tired of torturing you eventually, but he never did. He only got worse until you couldn't even handle staying in your apartment anymore and only got back to it to sleep. That is if you were lucky enough and he didn't have another one of his girls over.

"Oh god, would you put on some underwear?" You scowl at Jungkook over your bowl of cereal, disapproving of the way he was wearing his grey sweatpants sans underwear and forcing you to see exactly what he's packing. "This is practically sexual harassment."

"Don't pretend you don't like what you see, baby," Jungkook says smugly, sitting down opposite you and spreading his legs, giving you an unfiltered view at little Jungkook... which looked slightly hard? You shake your head, must be just morning wood.

You get up and point your spoon at him, "See this whole thing right here," You circle your spoon in his general direction, "Is disturbing."

You throw the remainder of your uneaten cereal in the trash and put your bowl and spoon in the sink, spinning on your heel and leaving the kitchen, not noticing the pout now etched on Jungkook's face.

This was useless. You've never been good at studying outside your house. The conditions just were never right. The library was too quiet for you as you liked to read things out loud and talk to yourself sometimes, moving around as if you were explaining the subject to a classroom, and that just wasn't permitted in a library. Not to mention that it made you look insane. Cafes were too noisy and crowded for you as people socialized and talked at a volume higher than your internal voice and you couldn't even hear yourself think.

Today you discovered that the campus park was also out of the question as you constantly felt tiny phantom insect legs crawling all over your body. You snap your textbook closed and get up, brushing off the ghost insects and cursing Jungkook for forcing you out of your apartment, your safe haven. Grabbing your phone, you text Yoongi, demanding that he meet you at the nearest bar as soon as possible.

When Yoongi arrives fifteen minutes later, he sees that you've downed half a bottle of wine already. He raises an eyebrow at you, an amused smile on his face. "That kid got you hard, huh?"

You snort, "Fuck you, Yoongi, you should be on my side. But if you must know then yes, the devil spawn has me bested." You grumble and your entire face falls into a pathetic pout. "He's not letting me do anything, Yoongi. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I can't study. I can't even fuck."

"Why don't you just fuck him?"

You choke on your mouthful of red wine. After coughing and sputtering until you can breathe again, you smack your best friend hard. "How can you say that?!"

Yoongi shrugs, "Why not? From your fixation on describing his body to me, I'd say you want him."

"I was only telling you how inappropriate he's being!"

"Sure, love. That's why you were describing his body in detail to me." He gives you an unimpressed look and you blush. "You'd be killing two birds, or at this point four or five, with one stone. You'd get the fuck you've been running after for months, you wouldn't have strange girls keeping you up at night with their screams of pleasure because you'd be the one screaming." You give him a look of horror at that but he ignores you, "And he'd probably go easy on you after that. Since he would get to fuck you, he wouldn't be bothering you so much around the house... You get the idea."

"I'm denouncing this friendship." You declare but Yoongi merely rolls his eyes.

Your talk with Yoongi fucked you up, and you ended up finishing that wine bottle all by yourself in an attempt to drown the unwelcome thoughts he was giving you about your evil roommate. Ok, fine, so you may find him a bit attractive, there was no shame in admitting that, but you were not about to reward his behavior by giving your body to him. No, misbehaving boys like him needed to be punished.

You stumble all the way up to the door of your apartment, holding your keys ahead of you as if they had some kind of GPS to guide you home. You must have spent an entire ten minute stretch of time trying and failing to stick your keys inside the keyhole, and when you managed to stick one in, it turned out to be the wrong one. Exasperated and feeling like you were on the verge of a drunken breakdown, you start banging on the door, hoping Jungkook would have mercy on you for once and open the door for you.

But he doesn't, despite the fact that you could clearly hear him in the living room feeling on some girl, and he has to have heard you. Still, you bang on the door until you can't anymore. Feeling a storm welling up inside your stomach, you fall with a loud thump on the floor, wrapping your arms around yourself and praying you wouldn't humiliate yourself by throwing up right in front of your door.

You hear a rushed shuffling of feet inside the apartment before the door you were leaning on flies open and you fall to the floor. A familiar scent surrounds you as Jungkook turns you on your back to look at you, a concerned look on his face. "Hey, are you ok?"

Your traitorous eyes can't help but be drawn to his shirtless body, and you groan. "Ugh, go put a shirt on." You weakly smack his naked chest with your balled up fist, your drunken mind simply not able to throw up its usual defenses against the attractive boy.

Jungkook, on the other hand, takes offense to your words, scoffing and getting up to leave you on the floor. Your hands shoot out to grab onto his pants, pulling on them hard as you attempt to make him stay. "No, Kookie don't leave. Help me, please. I'm gonna throw up." You cry pathetically and he turns back to you, holding onto his pants to prevent them from getting pulled down.

"Alright, alright, but let go, you're gonna make me lose my pants."

You immediately let him go, managing to feel embarrassed enough to blush even in your drunken state. You feel strong arms wrap around you and pull you off the floor, carrying you bridal style and going in the direction you assume the bathroom to be.

Jungkook had a tight hold on you, pressing you up securely against his chest as he carried you off, and you were overwhelmed by the closeness. You could feel exactly how sculpted his body was and you were surrounded by his scent which surprisingly still managed to be pleasant to you despite your nauseousness. However, something about that scent felt familiar to you but you couldn't put your finger on it...

"Hey, is that Victoria's Secret?!" You exlaim, finally remembering where exactly you knew that smell from as he set you down on the floor in front of the toilet seat. You don't let him go as you pull him closer to you and sniff him up. "It is Victoria's Secret!"

Jungkook removes your body off of him and jumps back, a deep crimson blush staining his face. Whatever he or you were going to say gets interrupted by a fresh wave of nausea and before you know it, you're grabbing onto the toilet seat in a death grip and hurling the contents of your stomach into it. Jungkook uses that moment's reprieve and bails, bolting out of the bathroom and leaving you on your own. You were hurt but thankful, at least now he wouldn't witness the unsightly scene you were making as you gag and wretch your heart out.

You don't get to feel relieved for long though because after you overhear an argument you can't quite make out between Jungkook and the girl, you hear the apartment door slam shut before Jungkook is by your side again with a warm towel in his hand that he uses it to pat away the sweat running over your face in between your throwing up sessions.

When you've finally emptied out the contents of your stomach and then more, you shakily reach out to flush the horror scene in front of you and try to salvage any shred of pride left, but Jungkook holds you down and flushes it for you then he gets up to grab you a cup of water that you greedily drink up.

As soon as you're done, Jungkook sweeps you up in his arms again and carries you to your bedroom, laying you down and tucking you in before leaving without a word and you assume he's gone this time for good after he's done more than his duty.

But again you're wrong as Jungkook reappears with a cup of orange juice and a cup of water and he gently rouses you up from the superficial sleep you'd gone into, ignoring your protests and insisting that you drink everything.

"I can't. It will just make me throw up." You whine, fighting weakly against him to let you go back to sleep.

"You need this, ___. I won't leave you until you drink it." He holds the freshly squeezed orange juice to your mouth and you begrudgingly take a sip, figuring that the faster you drink it up, the sooner he'll let you get your much-needed sleep.

At long last, when you've lightly sipped your way through both cups, he asks you some questions -Can you breathe alright? Is there any pain? Not even here?- and he makes sure you're extra tucked in before he finally closes the light and lets you sleep.

You barely register the bed dipping beside you as you clutch your head in an attempt to keep it intact against a ravenous headache ripping through it. You hear a soothing voice calling out to you, and strong, sure hands pulling you up and removing your hands from your face, replacing them with two small pills at your lips and a cup of cool water to wash them down.

After some time, when your headache finally calms down enough for you to be able to look up at your merciful savior, you see none other than Jungkook looking down at you with concern upon his face. Before you can stop yourself, you mutter out, "Oh, it's you."

Jungkook's worried frown turns into one of irritation and he bites at you, "You're welcome." before getting up to leave in a huff. Your hands reach out to grab onto him, looking up at him in earnest and speaking sincerely, "Thank you, Jungkook."

His features soften at that, "I'm gonna make us some breakfast."

"Oh, you don't have to do that." You wave your hands in front of you, not wishing to cause him any more trouble.

"I'm gonna make us breakfast." He repeats firmly and you slump down into your bed as you watch him leave, silently feeling thankful that he didn't listen to you when you hear your stomach grumble in hunger.

As you wait for him, you look around your room aimlessly and your eyes land on your vanity chair that was displaced from its usual spot to where it now resided next to your bed, and it doesn't take you long to realize why. Jungkook must have slept on it the night before in order to keep an eye on you. You feel incredible guilt and shame wash over you as you think about how restless his night must have been in that uncomfortable chair just so he can watch over you when he didn't even have to.

When Jungkook gets back to your room with a tray of eggs and fruit, you thank him again quietly, and despite you not clarifying what exactly you were thankful for, the small smile on his face lets you know that he got it.

You were happily munching on the delicious food when you hear him clear his throat and ask timidly, "Did you sleep alright?"

You turn to him but you see him focused on his food, purposefully avoiding your gaze. "Yeah. I mean way better than it would have been without your help."

He nods and then hurriedly lobs a piece of orange into his mouth, restless under your gaze, but, nervous as he is, he doesn't chew on it well enough and it gets stuck in his throat and he starts coughing violently. You rush to his side, hitting his back and helping him dislodge the offensive piece out of his throat then you hand him your cup of water and watch as he chugs it down, finally breathing again.

Jungkook looks up at you, giving you an uncertain look. You're confused at the conflicting emotions in his eyes until you realize that you still had your arm around him, unconsciously rubbing your hand up at down his back. You quickly withdraw your hand and you both fall into an awkward silence.

"Listen, Jungkook." You start nervously, taking a big gulp of breath as his doe eyes turn to look at you. "I know you've done so much for me already just this past night, but would it be too much to ask you to set aside your grudge against me for just a few weeks? You see, exams are coming up and I really can't study outside the house. If things continue like this I will flunk. So I would really appreciate it if-"

"Ok," Jungkook cuts your rant off and you stare at him wide-eyed.

"Ok?"

"Yes, I was being immature anyway. What you did to me was a long time ago and I should've just gotten over it but instead, I acted petty and I'm sorry." He looked genuinely troubled and at war with himself so you rushed to ease his mind.

"No, no, I was honestly such a bitch to you, and I deserve all that I got." You smile in amusement at his shocked face. "But it's got to stop now or my parents will kill me because I failed my tests and then you'd have no one else to torture."

"I wasn't trying to torture you," Jungkook says sheepishly.

"Peace?" You smile, extending your hand to him and he takes it right away. "Peace."

In the following month, your view of Jungkook makes a 180 turn. Now that he wasn't making it his mission to make your every waking (and sleeping) moment a living hell, you realize that he's actually not that bad. No, scratch that. You realize that he's fucking golden.

He's funny, frequently making your sides split from laughing too hard. He has the most hilarious little reactions to everything and he is never afraid to make himself look like a fool just so he would see you crack a smile on a dreary day. On your part, you also enjoyed making him laugh. While you weren't nearly as funny as he was, you loved to hear him laugh, the sound so youthful and silly, it always lit your world up. Luckily, Jungkook seemed prepared to laugh at all your antics, no matter how pathetic, and you got to hear the heartwarming sound often.

He is the picture of the perfect gentleman, always prepared to help you any way you needed. From helping you open jars of your favorite honey to bringing you Chinese takeout and binge-watching Netflix with you when you just couldn't bear to face the world that day.

He texts you good morning on the days he doesn't see you. He texts you goodnight when one of you is out late. He texts you 'how are you feeling?' just before you head into an important test, and he texts you 'how did you do?' the minute you get out of the examination room.

He may still act like a brat a lot of the time but now you know that it's just him teasing you and not because of a decade old grudge. And he more than makes up for it with the countless sweet little things he does, not that you are ever really annoyed with his teasing anymore. Jungkook has a heart of gold. You've never encountered anyone as sweet and earnest as him. He wore his heart on his sleeve, his every emotion raw and real, and you find yourself doing everything in your might to keep it this way, to protect him from the cruel world that would seek to get its dirty hands on such perfect innocence.

Jungkook's face became an indispensable constant in your life. His laugh a lullaby. His smile a ray of sunshine. His eyes more precious than the most beautiful night sky.

If someone had told you just a month ago that you'd be sitting on your sofa, yanking the textbooks and meticulously written notes out of Jungkook's lap and genuinely trying to ease up his pre-exam stress, you would've laughed in their faces and called them insane.

But here you were, hands cupping Jungkook's precious face and telling him to take deep breaths to match your own.

"Jungkookie, please relax. You've studied more than enough, honey. You'll do great." You speak after you're convinced that he was breathing again. You caress his cheeks softly and he closes his eyes and unconsciously leans into your touch. Your heart flutters at his reflexive action and you have to jerk your hands back to your sides, making Jungkook's eyes snap open at the loss and a small pout appear on his thin lips.

"You need to go to sleep. It's the best thing you can do now." You clear your throat, standing up and dragging him behind you towards his bedroom, avoiding eye contact at all cost. "Research has shown that you retain information and score better on exams if you have a good night's sleep beforehand."

You lay him down on his bed and pull the covers over him. Jungkook props himself up on a pillow to look at you, his tired eyes lighting up with mischief. "Oh baby, I love it when you talk science to me."

Your hand shoots out lightening-quick to smack the increasingly shameless boy in an effort to hide the blush on your face. Really, he's getting too familiar with you.

Jungkook lets you deliver the hit. Even though he could've easily stopped you with his freakishly good reflexes, he lets you have this one with a light-hearted laugh on his part. Again, your stupid heart does a backflip at the lovely sound.

Your new relationship with Jungkook was bad for your health, you lament, muttering a 'goodnight' to the overgrown child and preparing to make a dash for sanctuary outside of this hazardous zone. But Jungkook is too cruel to let up.

"Will you sleep with me?"

"W-what?" You choke on air, knowing exactly what he means despite the dirty part of your brain pathetically praying that it's the other meaning, while your poor heart agrees because at least then it would get a break from this emotional abuse.

"I would sleep much better if you're here with me." He looks up at you, bright hope mingling and exploding with the stars in his eyes to make the brightest nebulas. He has to know what he's doing to you. He has to, that manipulative brat.

You practically swoon and fall to the bed, not even caring that you despise not having your space when you sleep. Something told you that you'd enjoy Jungkook's presence more than your beloved solitude. And despite warning him to keep to his side, you wake in the middle of the night to find yourself good and cuddled up by the boy, and your previous suspicion is confirmed. It's the first time you've ever woken up not feeling cold as Jungkook's body heat forms a force field of warmth around you and you find yourself snuggling deeper into him. Your body fits perfectly into the concavity of his own and his limbs surround you, making you feel safe but not caged. You were as comfortable as a lovebird under its mate’s wings and that thought deeply worried you.

Finally, exams were over, and with them the transitional period of your relationship with Jungkook. The stress and trauma of exams and the need to survive them had brought you closer together. You'd take turns calming each other down. One day you'd be the level-headed one, taking Jungkook out of his own mind and making him see that things weren't really that bad, and the next day he'd be the one convincing you that, no, you shouldn't just drop out and become a stripper.

Past the first few awkward and unsure times, cuddling together has become a habit. Whenever one of you was particularly stressed about something, they would crawl into the other's bed and make them play with their hair and rub their back until they fell into a peaceful sleep. Truthfully, you felt perfectly fine half of the time you slipped into his bed, you were just craving his touch. It wasn't your fault that his body felt like your own little sanctuary and his voice resembled that of an angel.

If you were being honest with yourself, you would admit that your life with Jungkook was becoming more domestic than any friendship had any right to be. He made you breakfast and coffee every morning to coax you out of your habit of oversleeping and you made him dinner every night to dissuade him from his usual meals of junk food and coke. You cuddled and slept together most nights. You went out on cute little 'dates' around the city, both coming from a small town and making it a mission to explore as much of the city as you can. You've never thought to do that despite having spent three years here prior to Jungkook's arrival. It wasn't until he suggested it one day that you suddenly found yourself starving for a little adventure, spurned on by Jungkook's reckless youthfulness. He made you feel alive.

So why weren't you dating? Because despite him now being a grown ass man, he is still a whole four years younger than you are. You’re doing your Masters while he is just a fucking Freshman. You've just graduated from college and he’s just graduated from high school. How many more ways can you phrase it? Your friends never let you hear the end of it. They had gone up into a mini-riot when they'd learned that you used to babysit him ages ago.

Yoongi was the only one not losing his shit over this. He still thought it was a stupid idea -Jungkook is too young to be serious about this, not to mention he's your neighbor and your mothers know each other- but at least he wasn't treating you like you had committed some kind of crime.

You never really cared what people said. You're not the type of person to plan your life around pleasing people, but your friends' reactions made you falter because if that's what they thought then what did Jungkook himself think? He is the only one whose opinion on this mattered and if everyone thought it was a bad idea and you were sick for wanting him then that's probably what he would think too. Maybe all his gestures and actions are as innocent as him. He is probably doing it all with pure intentions and you're just a sick crazy lady who's reading too much into them.

After all, he's never once hinted at wanting something more with you, and it's not like you can exactly ask him about it. With any other person you would have, but because of the delicate circumstances of this situation, you obviously couldn't, and so you decide to just bottle up all of your emotions until you find a way to get rid of them quietly and for good.

At first, you wanted to distance yourself from Jungkook until you can reach an extent that is acceptable for two people who were just friends, but Jungkook didn’t let you even try. Despite how reserved he might appear to those who don’t know him, in real life, Jungkook is a human koala; he’s incredibly clingy, and once he holds on to someone he doesn’t let them go easily.

So it didn’t matter how busy you told him you were. Like the huge softie he was, he planned his schedule around yours, content with merely sitting in silence with you as you studied and he played his video games, every once in a while reaching over to squeeze your hand or draw mindless patterns on the back of it and smiling angelically at you. When he’d do that, you would never have the heart to reject him like you're supposed to do and tell him that you need both hands to work. You'd just let him hold it as your progress slows down significantly -only partly because of the practicality of working with just one hand but mostly because of the storm of butterflies in your stomach called into existence by his touch- and his character dies dozens of times while his teammates scream at him.

In the end, you resorted to inviting Yoongi over whenever possible, knowing that Jungkook is timid around the older male. He’d kept his distance the first few times you’d done that but when he realized that this recent development was becoming a constant thing, he’d tried to overcome his shyness and reach out to you. You could see the hesitation in his every move, in the way his hand would linger in the air for a second before touching you. Or in the way he’d stutter when he’d try to deliver his normal banter, mischief absent from the words and replaced by a confused insecurity.

But even that didn’t last long because every time he’d try to get closer to you, you’d turn to Yoongi and touch him instead. It broke your heart how easily that affected him. The look of betrayal in his eyes deeply reminiscent of those long gone days when you’d discard him to have fun with other boys.

After the most heart-wrenching period of time in your life where you had to watch yourself break down Jungkook after he’d innocently offered his heart to you, trusting you not to break it again, Jungkook finally learns his lesson.

He stopped reaching out to you all together and started keeping to himself, only talking to you as much as a roommate needs to talk to the other. He stopped inviting you out to things and rejected your own invitations to him. Even the cuddling stopped and you were back to being cold again. It all made your heart ache, this wasn’t what you wanted. You just wanted to keep at a healthy distance from him so you’d quit your infatuation with the boy three years your junior, but you wanted to remain friends. Damn it, you never meant to lose him.

But it would be unfair to him to push for it now. Even on the off chance that he’d trust you a third time, you didn’t want him to. You needed to stop being so selfish. Jungkook deserves to get his distance from you and find a girl his own age who’d love him and never even think of hurting him. He deserves the best in this shitty world and that wasn’t you.

And so you’d turned a blind eye when Jungkook started behaving rudely towards you. You don’t know what triggered the sudden shift in his behavior exactly but you’d chalked it up to him taking revenge on you again and to be honest, you more than deserved it. Except this time it wasn’t teasing and prank-like humor, this was straight up brashness. Even during his most intense bouts of revenge, he always picked his words carefully, taking care not to say anything actually offensive, but now he’s turned into this guy who just says whatever without giving a fuck about people’s feelings. Abrasive and cocky, only Yoongi could match his new bluntness. It’s almost as if he was actively trying to imitate the older boy...

Stepping up to the door of your bedroom, you don’t have long to wonder why it was wide open when you've always closed it before you left. Your confused thoughts screech to a halt when you see a large figure laying on your bed, but the fear is quickly replaced by worry when you realize that it’s Jungkook. It's dark and you can’t see all that well but you could recognize that voice anywhere, even if it was coming out in soft whimpers and choked sobs like it was right now.

Your heart clenches painfully in your chest at the thought that Jungkook might be crying. Oh god, what if he’s realized that you’d purposefully distanced yourself from him and he’s hurting? Jungkook has always been sensitive even if he was bad at expressing his emotions. Maybe he’s heartbroken over your recent behavior but he doesn’t know how to tell you that. What if...

Your self-disparaging train of thought is gradually derailed by a curious detail in Jungkook’s movement. His body moves minutely but nonstop and with a rhythmic quality about it. His face nuzzles into your pillow as his body writhes on top of the bed, almost grinding on...

When you hear his “cry” again, soft and sounding suspiciously like your name, you’re almost struck down with the truth of the what was happening in front of your eyes. Jungkook was masturbating. In your bed. To your scent. To the thought of you.

As though a woman possessed, you step into the room and slam the door closed behind you. Jungkook jumps at the sound and turns to face you, pulling up the covers around himself.

“Kookie, what are you doing here?” You ask with sickly sweetness, pretending you don’t know exactly what he’s been doing just a moment ago. A plan forms in your mind. A bad, wicked plan that you certainly shouldn't follow, but after witnessing the boy so high on just the thought of you, you can't seem to bring yourself to care much.

This proves that you've been torturing yourself for no real reason. Jungkook does want you, at least sexually. If he wants you and you want him then there is no reason to keep feeling guilty about it. There is no reason for you to deny yourself from the pleasure of having him. The only real danger here was getting your heart broken when the boy invariably tells you that he's only in it for the sex, but at this moment you are desperate enough for him that you couldn't be bothered to care about that. Let the future you deal with the heartbreak, you'll enjoy the sex.

Jungkook pulls the covers tighter around himself and subtly tucks himself back into his pants, or so he thinks anyway. “I was waiting for you. I wanted to sleep with you.” He answers lamely, again with the suggestive words, except this time you knew it’s the second meaning he really wanted.

“So you’re finally done being a brat?” You can’t help but scold him, still feeling a little petty and upset.

“Only if you’re done ignoring me.” He replies defiantly despite the incriminating situation you've caught him in.

You stare him down, thinking of your next move as Jungkook squirms under your gaze. You don't address the fact that you hadn’t cuddled for weeks now, and start getting rid of your uncomfortable clothes until you’re standing in front of a shocked Jungkook in just your underwear. The boy feeling equal parts embarrassed and turned on.

“What? It’s hot.” You answer his still scandalized expression with a smirk. You slip into bed and press your back against him, ready to commence with the cuddling without a care in the world, but Jungkook wriggles away before your ass can touch a certain part of his body.

“You know what? On second thought, it’s probably too hot to cuddle. I’m just gonna go back to my room.” Jungkook stammers and attempts to get up but you quickly turn towards him and shove him flat against the bed, pouting, “No, stay. I’ve missed you.”

Jungkook stares up at you, frozen, as you wedge one leg between his, your thigh nestling against the hardness you find there. “Oh, what is that?” You exaggerate your surprise, having way too much fun with this.

“I’m sorry! I’ll leav-AH” Jungkook’s squeaks are interrupted by a loud cry when you run your hand under the cover, searching for the thing that was poking your thigh and ending up palming him through his pants. He throws his head back against the pillow, all fight leaving his body at once. “Oh my, Kookie, are you hard?”

You don’t really give him the chance to respond as you press the heel of your hand against his balls, slowly kneading them. “You are hard. You were trying to get me to cuddle you when you’re this horny. What a naughty boy.”

“No, I w-wasn’t.”

“Really? You told me yourself just a minute ago. The only other explanation is that I've caught you masturbating to me in my own bed and you thought you could lie to cover your ass... But that can’t be, can it, Kookie? You're a good boy. You'd never do something like that.” You purr in his ear, enjoying the way the boy was hyperventilating under you from the mixture of adrenaline and arousal, choosing to keep silent as he enjoys the humiliating handjob.

“Throw the covers away, baby.” Jungkook obeys your order despite the shudder running through his body and the flames of shame threatening to light him up.

“Now, pull down your pants and boxers -no, sweetie, I want you to do it." You say when he looks like he is going to protest. You weren’t going to force him into anything. If he wanted this then he needed to act like it. You were done feeling like the aggressor in this relationship. "I need to know that you want this too.”

“Oh baby, look at you.” You coo when he obeys, running your fingers lightly over his cock and tongue poking out to lick your lips at the stream of precum leaking from his round tip. “You’re so pretty.”

Jungkook wasn’t big by any means, he is average if not leaning more towards the small size, but damn if he didn’t have the prettiest cock you’ve ever laid eyes on. His shaft stuck out from the middle of his black curls, fat and soft to the touch, and his head flared and glistening with precum, making your mouth water.

You get up on your knees and shuffle down until you’re nestled between his thighs. Jungkook cranes his neck to look at you, anticipating your next move as if his life depended on it. Unable to take it anymore, you bend down and swipe your tongue across his slit then eagerly pull it back into your mouth. You and Jungkook both moan out at that, him with desperation and you with content. “You taste so good. So salty yet so sweet.” You coo, bending down again to take his head into your mouth, sucking on it to gather all the precum that has leaked out.

Jungkook’s hips involuntarily push upwards, seeking the pleasurable heat of your mouth but you immediately pull back, smacking his thigh lightly in reprimand. “Tsk tsk, you think you deserve my mouth, baby, after the way you’ve been treating me?”

“I’m sorry.” He whimpers pathetically, making it so hard for you not to just shove him into your mouth and give him the kind of blowjob that would melt his brain.

“You think that just because you have such a pretty cock that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself?” You say even as you bend down to lick at him some more, swiping your tongue from the base right to the tip then going back down with a trail of kisses down to his balls, lathering them with your tongue as you look up at him, his erect cock partially obstructing your vision. “So, so pretty.”

“I’m sorry, noona.”

Your head snaps up, eyes widening at what he’s just called you. Jungkook is still as teary-eyed and desperate as ever, but now there was a definite sly glint to his eyes. “What did you just say?”

“I’m sorry. I’ll be a good boy from now on. Just please suck my cock.” A ghost of a smirk distorts the lovely shape of his lips as he watches you carefully before adding. “Noona.”

You never knew that a single word could hold so much power over someone. Hearing Jungkook finally call you Noona fills you with an insatiable need such as you've never felt before. You push his sweats even further down his legs until they're past his knees then you straddle one of his thighs, ignoring how embarrassingly wet your panties have suddenly become, and start grinding your pussy against him. Under your breath, you mutter a prayer of thanks to whatever god is out there because if they had listened to your wishes of having Jungkook address you properly before, you wouldn't have been able to stop yourself from jumping his bones each time he said it.

“You little brat.” You spit, feeling yourself already perilously close to the edge when the muscle in his thigh reflexively contracts as he feels your juices sticking against his skin. No, you won't give him the pleasure of making you cum first. The brat doesn't deserve it. You fist his cock and pump it brutally up and down, your hand blurring over it and not leaving him any room to breathe.

“Noona, noona, stop please, I’m gonna cum, noona, ah, ah, no-uhhh, noonahhh,” Even in his pleasurable delirium, the boy still doesn't shut up.

When his orgasm hits him, he suddenly stops resisting and spreads his thighs as he convulses, cumming all over himself and filling you with the urge to fuck him, to just climb on top of him and give him what his eyes are practically begging you for even after his last orgasmic shudders subside.

As if reading your mind, he sniffles up at you, “Noona... take me.” Like a whore, he spreads his legs some more, purposefully drawing your attention to his pretty cock that still hasn’t softened yet.

Your mind was foggy and pumped full of sex chemicals. You knew you couldn't make a halfway responsible decision in that state. You needed to decompress so you ignore his request altogether. Taking off your panties, you climb up Jungkook's body until you're hovering over his face, your pussy mere inches from his eager tongue. Without any prompting, Jungkook cranes his neck upwards, warm mouth immediately going to work.

He runs his tongue teasingly between your clit and vagina, careful not to touch the areas where you're most sensitive until you tug harshly on his hair, "Jungkook." You warn through gritted teeth.

Smiling insolently, his bunny teeth adding to his aura of mischief, he zeros in on where you want him the most, your clit. Except he only gives it little bunny licks, his tongue poking at it teasingly and his eyes staring up at you playfully. Maybe in another life, a life where you miraculously had Jungkook to call your own and where you could fuck him every day to your heart's content, you might've been able to deal with and maybe even enjoy his teasing, but this wasn't a perfect world. You were starved for the doe-eyed boy with the pretty cock and you simply had no patience for his antics.

You push yourself off of him, snapping, "If you won't eat me out properly then I'll take care of it myself."

Immediately, his hands that were previously clawing at the sheets shoot up to grab your hips and pull you flush against his face. You don't need any sorrys or promises from him as he makes his good intentions clear when he finally gives you what you've been waiting for all this time, and by the looks of it, what he's been waiting for too.

He licks your clit roughly, alternating between swirling his tongue around it and flattening right against it in firm, deliberate strokes until you can't hold up your own weight anymore. Your knees give out and you fall, almost crushing him if it weren't for the punishing grip he had on your hips. Far from getting overwhelmed, he uses your weight to press you further into his mouth, his tongue rapidly flicks between your lips as you hear the hungry licks echo lewdly around your room, your moans soon joining them, "Oh god, Kookie, right there baby. Please whatever you do, don't stop."

You're not the least bit embarrassed to hear the endless stream of whines coming out of your mouth for him. He was giving it to you better than any other man before. Technically, he may not be the best out there, though he was pretty damn close, but he more than made up for it with his sheer enthusiasm. If there was a doubt in your mind that Jungkook wanted you, no needed you, in that moment it was erased forever.

The consuming pleasure causes salty tears to sting your eyes and blur your vision so much so you can't even enjoy the erotic sight of Jungkook between your legs, his big, innocent eyes in an almost obscene contrast to his nimble tongue that did unspeakably sinful things to your pussy so you just close them and let yourself be devoured, one hand clutching onto the headboard and the other buried in Jungkook's hair as you cry out for him in hoarse raptured moans.

His tongue travels down to your hole and thrusts inside of you, making you whimper, "Oh god, almost there baby. Please, just a little bit more."

Since he couldn't use his tongue to stimulate your clit anymore, he puts his big nose to good use, rubbing it against your clit, and you hear muffled chuckles reaching your ears as he feels the way it makes you clench around him. When your orgasm washes over you and your walls begin spasming too strongly for him to keep pumping his tongue inside of you, he quickly goes back to your clit, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it harshly with his tongue, practically dragging you screaming through the devastating orgasm.

Soon, it all became too much for you to handle and you pull away from him. Attempting to sit up on shaky legs, you watch transfixed as a string of saliva and cum connects his tongue to between your legs, but before you can observe the tantalising string as it breaks, Jungkook yanks you back down and licks up your cum hungrily, too addicted to the taste he's been craving for so long to let go.

The tears that have been collecting in your eyes reach their breaking point and start running down your face from the pain of oversensitivity, and Jungkook finally loosens his grip enough for you to throw yourself to the bed, laying by his side as you both gasp for breath. He, of course, regains it much earlier than you do and turn towards you, engulfing you in his arms and rubbing his hard cock against your thighs needily. "Can I fuck you now, noona?"

Despite your poor pussy protesting against it, there is nothing you wished for more at this moment than to just let him put his pretty cock inside of you and fuck you until he tires himself out. Still, the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave you helps your mind clear up a little bit and you regain some of your sensibility. Fighting against your debilitating need for the boy, you groan, "Kookie, we can't.

“Why?” Jungkook asks, irritated. Stubbornly, he runs his hand down your stomach and between your legs, prodding a finger against your entrance before pushing it in easily. "You're still dripping. You want me."

“I do, I really do." You sigh in both pleasure and annoyance as he pumps his finger slowly in and out of you, the tip of it dragging against your walls, searching for that spot that would drive you crazy. You can't believe how fast he can get you horny and ready to go again. "But I can’t take advantage of you like that. You’re going to regret this in the morning, I’m sure of it.”

“I’ve wanted this for years, you think I’m suddenly going to just decide that I don't want you after all?”

“But you’re too young...”

“I knew it!” Jungkook spits at you, turning abrasive again and yanking his finger out of you, making you whimper at the loss. “Well, I’m sorry I’m not your fucking Yoongi-oppa and I’m sorry I’m not like all those other assholes you’ve always loved so much.”

“No, Jungkook, you're misunderstanding me. I’ve never loved them.” You try to hold onto him as he fights to get away, but he’s too strong for you. He pushes you back on the bed and stands up, but before he can leave and the pain and heartache can have their way with you, you shout for him. “I love you!”

He whirls around, on guard and incredulous but with a slight tinge of hope that he wishes didn’t show so clearly on his face, “Don’t play with me now.” He warns.

You fall silent, realizing too late the gravity of what you've just confessed, your mind half convincing you to take it back, but Jungkook latches onto your words and refuses to let them slip by.

“You love me?” Jungkook breathes in disbelief.

“Don’t worry about it, forget I said anything." You squeak, attempting to salvage the unsalvageable. "We're both very tired and confused. Let’s just go to sleep so we won't say something we might regret in the morning.”

“Like hell, I will!” Jungkook shouts, getting back on the bed and cradling your face in his hands. “Tell me the truth, do you really love me?”

'No. No, I don't love you.' That's what you should say. That's the only right thing to say.

“Yes. Is that too bad?”

Jungkook wants to say no, he wants to tell you it’s all he’s been dreaming of since you’d gotten close over the end of last semester. Yeah, he’s always had a crush on you, but it was more physical than anything; wanting what he can’t have, but after he’s gotten to know you, he's desired no one else. He just never dreamed that you would feel the same way, especially since he was so different from the type of men you usually go for.

“You sure don’t act like someone who’s in love.” Jungkook’s lips are pressed into a thin line, his stubbornness and ego kicking in as he tries to hold his emotions back. He can't just fall to your feet the moment you deign to give him a little bit of affection. He'd like to think he isn't that pathetic.

“What did you want me to say? Did you think I’d risk telling you just so you would laugh at my face and call me sick?”

“Are you blind or just stupid? Do you not know how in love with you I am?”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean, Kookie.” You say in a small voice, already feeling in way over your head, and not needing him to encourage you further.

“I love you, noona.” Jungkook sighs, giving in faster than he'd care to admit, and smothers you with kisses as if they would convey his sincerity.

“No,” You say, even as you allow yourself to be swept up in his kisses. And you allow him to keep going as they turn sexual, and he starts laying open-mouthed, hungry kisses all over every exposed inch of your skin. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

Frustrated, he presses you into the bed with his body. “Stop telling me what I should say or how I should feel. I’ve been acting like a fool for the past few weeks trying to be someone you would actually like. I’m not going to just let you brush this off when you've finally admitted you like me. Me. I’m not a toy you can play with whenever you feel like it.”

He leans down to kiss you again but this time you meet him halfway, pouring all your emotions and apologies into the kiss before the gears turn in your head and you fully digest the meaning of his words. Suddenly, you pull away, “Pretending to be someone I would like? Is that why you were acting like such an asshole to me?”

You turn from shocked and pissed off to just pissed off as all traces of assertiveness seep away from Jungkook’s body, leaving behind an unsure little boy who’s lost for words, and that's all the answer you need.

“On your hands and knees.”

“What?” Jungkook flinches under your hard gaze.

“Either you get on your hands and knees or you get out. It’s up to you.” You say coldly, leaving no room for discussion. Jungkook springs up to get into position in fear that you would change your mind and decide to kick him out anyway. He feels embarrassment whorl around the pit of his stomach as you lower his sweats down his ass, only to be dispersed by the sharp slap of your hand on the newly exposed skin. You deliver two slaps to each side and then say, “You had me worried half to death over your attitude and now you’re telling me that it was all just play pretend so you could act like some tough guy you think I would like?”

Slap. “You were always a nasty little shit but this really takes the cake.” Slap. “You were out there making me fall for you and getting me all horny like a fucking virgin.” Slap. "Almost giving me a heart attack from the guilt and need.” Slap. "All while you had no fucking clue to what you were doing to me. Acting like a misbehaving brat to get my attention?"

Jungkook was trying to suppress his grunts of pain but little quiet whimpers still reached your ear here and there so you stop. “You don’t have to take this, Jungkook. You can still leave.” You say, smoothing your palms over his red ass and gently massaging it.

“No... It's Ok.” Came his breathy reply that sounded suspiciously like a moan.

"Do you- do you like this, kookie?" The boy doesn't give you a response save shyly dropping his head to the mattress so you reach between his begs to find his dick hot and throbbing. "Baby boy..." You murmur, deciding not to press on in order not to embarrass the young boy any further.

You push his white shirt upward as you pump his cock slowly, bending down to trail a line of kisses down his spine and delighting in the shudder you feel passing through it and into his cock as his sticky cock thrusts into your hand.

“Spread your legs wider. And keep them open.” You instruct, bending down and licking at his balls from behind. He immediately goes against your orders, trying to close them. You sit up, taking your hand off his cock and slapping his sore ass, making him yelp. “I said keep them open. Do you want me to stop?”

Jungkook hurries to open his legs again, “Please don’t.”

Satisfied, you bend down again, tongue teasing his balls from behind and hand wrapped around his waist, tugging firmly on his cock that was leaking precum on your sheets, adding to the mess of bodily fluids that had already ruined them. You can feel Jungkook's thighs shaking, their strength no match to the pleasure coursing through his veins. When -at an upward stroke- your thumb swipes over his engorged head, Jungkook cries out, “Noona, I don’t want to cum on myself again, please.”

You didn't want that as well. Despite how lovely the boy looked messed up all over with his own cum, you needed to have him inside of you right now after he's made his feelings known to you. You flip him on his back easily as he gives you no resistance. Not wasting time, you grab his cock and quickly sit on it, closing your eyes and letting out a sigh of relief as you finally feel it wedged snuggly inside of you.

You must have taken too long enjoying the warmth and stretch because you soon feel Jungkook's hands clawing at your hips and when you open your eyes again, you see him worrying his lips to keep from pleading for you to move. Taking pity on him, you grind your hips in a circle, moaning in contentment as you get a feel of how his cock fits perfectly inside of you.

You gradually increase your pace, starting to lift your hips up and bounce on his cock, and Jungkook decides he doesn't feel like lying down helpless and at your mercy anymore. He starts bucking his hips up, thrusting his cock as far and fast into you as it could go until all that's coming out of your mouth are pleas for more.

"Ah, baby, fuck me just like that. You're gonna make me cum so fast. Won't you be good and make noona cum, baby?"

“You’re so damn spoiled.” He complains, snapping his big hand harshly against your ass. To your shame, instead of berating him, you moan out and clench around him in response.

“You like it, noona?” Jungkook purrs, a shit-eating grin spread across his face as he throws your words back at you. He slaps your ass again more harshly which only causes you to clench around him even more, leaving no room for denial. “Yeah, Kookie, I like it. I like it so much.”

“Fuck yourself on my dick, noona. I want to see you use me to get off.” Jungkook orders, giving you one last spank. You plant your palms on his chest and dig your feet into the mattress, using them as leverage as you bounce erratically on his dick, so close you could taste it in the back of your throat.

"Baby, just a little more, please." Your hand closes over his larger one, trying to drag it towards your pussy but it stays put. "You want it? How much?"

If he thinks you were going to fight him then he better think again. You were needy and on the verge of insanity. "I need it so bad. I'm so horny, just a little touch and I would cum, Kookie."

"Just a little touch, huh?" Jungkook asks, enthralled. He lowers his hand closer to your pussy but only his thumb moves to hover over it. "Liars get punished, you know?"

You nod vigorously, anything to get him to touch you. In all truth, you wouldn’t mind it either way. You'd enjoy anything as long as he touches you. When you still don't feel his fingers on you, you start whining, bouncing impatiently on his cock. "Kookieee, you said-"

You get interrupted when he finally flicks his thumb lazily over your clit, and true to your word, that slight touch is all that it takes for you to cum. "Oh god, Kookie..." You grunt, feeling light-headed as your pussy contracts around his hot and twitching cock, and his fingers dig into your bones.

Without warning, Jungkook pushes you on your back, climbing up your body and pressing the head of his cock against your lips. “Open up.”

In a daze and your orgasm not even over yet, you open your mouth and he shoves himself inside, his dick filling your mouth with cum while your pussy is left neglected and contracting around nothing. You move a hand between your legs and rub yourself furiously, the abandoned orgasm quickly rolling into a new one. You gasp from the sharp spike in pleasure then you close your lips around his head before he can take it out of your mouth, sucking dutifully on it and milking out every last drop of his cum. But before you can spit it out, Jungkook grabs your jaw and forces your mouth closed, “Be a good noona and swallow my cum.”

You don’t know why you are so weak against the boy but you immediately obey, swallowing back the bitterness and opening your mouth again when Jungkook digs his fingers into your cheeks, wanting to make sure that you've listened. Satisfied with your empty mouth, he prods his thumb inside and moans, “I’ve always wanted to do that. Every time you’d yell and shout at me, I’d want nothing other than to pin you down and stuff my cock into your mouth to shut you up till cum and saliva are dribbling down your chin. Man, just thinking about it is making me hard again.”

You frown, pushing the cocky boy away and sitting up. “Hey, just because I agreed to swallow your nasty cum this time doesn’t mean you can talk to me this way.”

"Why? You prefer when I'm all cute and submissive? And you say you won't be with me because I'm young." He snickers, tongue poking out and teasing lewdly along his lips. "I don't mind either way as long as I get to eat you out and fuck you again. Or you fuck me. It's all good."

"You little..." You grab him in a chokehold that he easily brushes off in a fit of giggles, pinning you to the bed and giving your lips a quick peck. "I really do love you, noona. Will you be with me?"

He stares down at you, a timid and fearful look marring his doe eyes as he undoubtedly questions whether what you've told him before was just said in a moment of passion and that you'd take it back now that you've gotten what you wanted. You hurry to ease his worries, "I love you too, Jungkook, and nothing would make me more happy than being with you."

"Even if I'm younger than you?"

"You love me and I love you. That's all that matters, don't you think?" You caress his cheek and watch with a thumping heart as his bunny grin takes up his entire face.

He grabs your hand with his own and moves it towards his mouth, tenderly kissing your palm. "Yeah."

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Desperate Measures [7/7]

Title: Desperate Minds Pairing: Aaron Marquis/Reader Rating: PG-13 Chapter Word Count: 7,805 Summary: “How do I know you’re not doing…your siren thing?” asked Aaron, giving you a skeptical look.

“Oh come on,” you just about snarled, turning on your heel to face the werewolf fully. “I never use my abilities on anyone. Just because I have the ability doesn’t make me a predator. Or a murderer!” “Historically,” he started, crossing his arms and nodding, “your powers make you both.”

Warnings: Mentions of blood, alcohol, drugging, and guns (also glossed over violence)

The next few days were more of the same. You tried to keep the newfound common ground between you and Aaron, but the fact your arguments didn't have the same bite to them that they usually did was apparently enough of a tip off for your friends. Jon just gave you a knowing look when it hit him; you were honestly amazed he said nothing more about it. Though, you were sure he would sooner or later. It'd probably just not be until you were alone.

You'd been planning on going to Castaway’s Shack the weekend before Halloween since going out on actual Halloween would prove to be a bore; no one wanted to party hard on a weekday. With everything that'd happened, it made sense that you that Aaron wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of you leaving the house, let alone going to Castaway’s Shack where it was going to be extremely crowded. It took you a while but you eventually wore him down; it helped you promised to not stray too far from him during the night. You and Lindsay had tried to talk him into dressing up but he was firm on the ‘no’ stance, though the time you’d tried to convince him while you were alone, he didn’t so much tell you no as kiss you until you couldn’t remember what you’d been talking about.

In the end, you didn't care about it, you were just glad you were going. Your costume, admittedly, both took no time to put together and took awhile to put on properly. Pop art was a fun choice but getting all the dots in the right places and properly freehanding what needed outlining had taken you longer than you'd hoped it would. When you appeared downstairs, Jon was already there.

“It's about time,” Barbara joked, “we better hurry up before they're out of booze.”

It turned out that it was less of a joke than any of you had hoped. You’d gone to order your usual drink, only to find out your preferred brand proved especially popular considering the drink specials and Castaway’s was firmly out of it. You ended up with a top shelf version that meant that, with the specials, you ended up spending about the same amount on the drink as you usually did. Considering all the extra people, you and your friends ended up standing at one of the table tops that were screwed into a far wall, and even then, you had to shove yourselves into the space.

“There's so many people here,” Barbara mentioned, looking around in confusion. “I know it's busy here Halloween weekend, but this seems extreme, even for Castaway’s.”

“It has to be against fire code or some shit,” Jon mentioned, taking a sip of his drink.

“It is,” Aaron confirmed, crossing his arms while he looked around. “But that's not why I'm here and I'm going to pretend I see about a hundred less people in here.”

“It cannot be that many extra people,” Jon said, chuckling. “Maybe fifty, max.”

“This place operates over capacity all summer,” Aaron explained, shrugging. “We shut it down if it gets bad enough but ten or so is reasonable, depending.”

“Depending on what?” asked Barbara, looking over at Aaron.

“Depending on whether or not I can find somewhere to sit or not,” he told her, smiling. He chuckled at the look on her face, turning to you. You just shook your head, taking a sip of the drink of your drink to keep yourself from laughing.

“I seriously cannot tell if he's joking or not,” Lindsay stated, looking from Aaron to you and back.

“Join the fucking club,” you chuckled, looking over at her and shaking your head again. “I assure you, it doesn't get easier. Right, Jon?”

“I don't know,” mused Jon, “Aaron's got a tell or two.”

“Do I?” Aaron asked, sounding amused. “Like what?”

“I'm not telling you,” Jon informed, smirking. “Once you know, I lose my edge.”

“But you're going to tell me, right?” you asked, giving Jon a look.

“We’ll talk,” he assured, patting your shoulder, and you both laughed. You laughed harder at the annoyed look on Aaron’s face. You really started to come around to being on good terms with him, but there was still that underlying need to annoy him. You were also pretty sure the desire to annoy was mutual.

The group of you stood around for a while, drinking and chatting away as best you could over the music. After a little while, more friends of yours appeared to join the group, and you spread down the wall. Aaron made a face every time someone new appeared and inched his way towards you, keeping at least your arms touching at all times as if to remind you that you said you'd stay close. Jeremy appeared at one point to ask how you were feeling, but also introduce your group to his housemates Gavin and Trevor. Gavin, as it turned out, worked with Aaron as he informed you, making Aaron make a face. When he went to go on to tell you about Aaron at work, he quickly veered Gavin in Lindsay’s direction because they apparently knew each other too.

“You know I’m going to hear about you from other people sooner or later, right?” you whispered in his ear. He shrugged, shaking his head.

“I know,” he told you, “but...just do me a favor and ignore Gavin, sweetheart.”

“Whatever you say, Aaron.” You paused before chuckling a little as a realization hit you.

“What?” he asked, giving you a look.

“I just realized I actually miss you calling me doll face,” you told him, still chuckling. “Sweetheart almost doesn’t sound right coming from you.”

Not long after, you decided you had to go to the bathroom and Lindsay declared that she’d go with you. It took a while to get to the other because of how big your group had gotten and that you now had to wade your way through people. You had a moment of being temporarily dazzled by Jeremy’s roommate, Trevor, but Lindsay just chuckled and pulled you towards the bathroom.

“Don’t stare too long,” she whispered in your ear. “I don’t think your man would like that.” You opened your mouth to retaliate because if she was insinuating Aaron was ‘your man’ she was very wrong, but she just added, “besides, he’s an incubus. I don’t think he means it but he’s a lot like you when you drink and start calling.”

“Whatever you say, Linds,” you said, blinking a couple times. The two of you finally broke away from the crowd, declaring you’d be back in a minute. Aaron went to follow you two but you stopped him. He raised an eyebrow at you, opening his mouth to protest.

“We’re just going to the bathroom,” you informed, “and Lindsay’s coming with me. We’re going in pairs for safety. I promise I’ll be okay. We’ll be back in like, five minutes, tops. If we’re any longer, you can come busting in on official business or however you’d justify that.” He looked from you to Lindsay, who smiled and nodded at him. Aaron sighed and nodded.

“Fine, but come straight back,” he told you seriously and you gave him the thumbs up before disappearing.

It definitely took the two of you more than five minutes to get into and out of the bathroom. You hadn’t exactly accounted for all the extra people that were in Castaway’s for Halloween. The line had been annoying, but eventually the two of you were free. On your way back to the group, you spotted an opening at the bar. You tapped Lindsay on the shoulder to get her attention and pointed at the bar.

“I’m going to grab another drink!” you told her, “I’ll meet you back over there.”

“Okay! I’ll take the long way back so Aaron isn’t too pissed we split up,” she explained before disappearing into the crowd.

You slid up to the bar, smiling brightly due to your luck. It was one of those nights where if you could see the bar at all, it’d be a miracle. Yet, there was a totally open spot for you and you were going to take it. Admittedly, the bartender, the perpetually mad looking man who always seemed to glare at you, was incredibly busy and it took him a while to make your way to you. You were a little impatient because Lindsay could only buy you so much time. When you were about to give up, he appeared, sliding a shot in front of you.

“Shot for you patience,” he explained in his gruff voice. “What can I get you?”

“Just a vodka and whatever you still have to mix it with,” you told him. “I know it’s not the night to be picky.” You took the shot in your hand, smiling at him. “Thanks!” you said before tapping the glass on the bar and taking the shot. He smiled at you, but the smile made you uneasy for some reason and headed away.

Pretty instantly, you felt wrong. Your mouth went dry as the shot left it, and you could feel the room starting to spin. If you’d been drinking all night, it would have made sense, but there was zero reason for a shot to be making you feel like you were going to pass out so quickly. You grabbed onto the bar, taking a few deep breaths as your vision started to go fuzzy. You tried to steady yourself and to blink away the fuzziness, but neither seemed to work. Before you knew it, you were on the floor and then you were out cold.

When you woke up, you were freezing. It smelled like ocean water and you could hear the waves, but it getting to be too cold at night to be near the water. You shivered and went to pull your arms closer to you, but you were met with resistance. You frowned, and went to try again but were only met with more resistance and the sound of chains rattling. With some effort, you wrenched your eyes open to find yourself no longer in Castaway’s Shack. Instead, you were in a covered dock, usually reserved for the fancier members of the city population and their fancy boats. You looked around, confused as you tried to figure out how you'd ended up there.

“It's about time you woke up.”

You whipped around to see a pair of legs; when you looked up you saw the angry looking bartender from Castaway’s Shack...except he didn't look angry anymore. He looked pleased; he looked amused. The look on his face made your stomach churn.

“What am I doing here?” you asked him, your voice coming out slightly more hoarse than usual.

“Don't you want to know where you are?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. You turned back around to look out onto the water and then back at him.

“Marina,” you stated. He made a face and scoffed.

“Brat.”

“Yeah, yeah. Been there, called every name in the book,” you sighed, forgetting temporarily the situation you were in. Being snarky was usually reserved for when you weren’t chained to a dock after being drugged and being moved without you having a say. It hit you then that Lindsay had to have gone back to the table without you and that Aaron would have a thing or two or say about that.

“You know this won’t end well for you, right?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “I doubt the sheriff is going to like it when he realizes I’m not at the bar anymore.” While you’d hoped that’d put some fear into him, all the bartender did was look at you and grin. He kneeled down until he was face to face with you, getting uncomfortably close to your face. You could smell whiskey and something earthy on his breath.

“Little mermaid, I’m counting on it,” he whispered, but the tone only made him menacing. You immediately wanted to tell him you were a siren, not a mermaid, but the correction got lost in your throat. He sniffed, nodded once, and stood back up. He disappeared in a cabinet behind you, rummaging around for something. You tugged experimentally on your bonds again to find there wasn’t much give.

“There’s only two links between you and the floor,” the man told you from the closet. “And it’s steel, so you’re not going anywhere until I want you to. Don’t waste your time.”

“Great,” you sighed. You paused for a moment, trying to crane your neck around the cabinet door to try and see what was in there to give you some idea of what you were in for, but no such luck. “Do...do I get to know anything or…” you trailed off, looking up at him.

He chuckled. “You’re not a very patient person, are you?”

“No,” you sighed. “I can’t say that I am. Especially when I’m fucking chained to a dock.”

“Well,” he started, “I’ll give your lap dog another five minutes before I start tangling his food right in front of him.”

“Okay, you talking like that is getting real annoying,” you informed, making a face. “You can just call him by his name. You sound like a shitty b-movie villain.”

That comment got his attention. His rummaging stopped, and he took two steps out from behind the cabinet doors. He glared down at you, seemingly contemplating what was to be done with you. The look on his face made your stomach churn in fear, but you stared ever defiantly back at him. He hummed, turning back to the cabinet and returning with a rag and duct tape. All you had to do was not open your mouth and you’d be fine.

“I’ve had enough of your mouth, little mermaid,” he told you, bending down to your height. You huffed, trying not to open your mouth, but your pride, as it always did, got the better of you.

“I’m not a fucking mer—” you started, but the rest of the sentence by the rag being shoved into your mouth. You gagged, trying to force it back out, but the duct tape he was placing over your mouth wouldn’t let you.

“There,” the bartender said, smirking. “Better already. Just sit there and look pretty for your lap dog to come play the hero.”

You tried your best to tell him to go fuck himself (you weren’t particularly happy about the situation you found yourself in, but him calling Aaron a ‘lap dog’ seemed to bug you more) but it just came out a muffled nothing. It made him laugh as he turned back to the cabinet, disappearing behind the doors again. It wasn’t long until the wadded up material caused your jaw to start to ache. As much as you didn’t like the fact you were being used as bait, you trusted Aaron to have a backup plan to the apparent trap. You just hoped he’d get there sooner or later and in the meantime, you kept trying to see around the cabinet door and watched the boats in other docks bob up and down. It wasn’t like you could do anything else if you couldn’t get your hands free.

It wasn’t too much longer until movement at the edge of the dock’s overhang got your attention. You tried to move as inconspicuously as possible as you craned your neck to make sure the bartender was still in the cabinet and then back in the direction of the movement. You saw Aaron’s head peek out from around the corner, and if you could have smiled, you would have. You’d never been quite so relieved to see him as you were in that moment. He caught sight of you, and you watched his face contort into anger. Your eyes went from his face to the gun he was holding, and your stomach churned again. You closed your eyes, preparing for the worst but instead of Aaron going for the bartender, you felt the duct tape being tugged away. He was trying to be gentle with it, but it only hurt worse. Once the tape was gone, you spit out the rag, and opened your eyes. He’d put his gun back in its holster.

“What are you doing?” you hissed.

“Coming to save you,” he informed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Shame,” the bartender chuckled, and you could hear him step back from the cabinet and Aaron’s eyes left your face to look up. “You’re slipping, Sheriff. Who doesn’t clear a room first?” When he didn’t answer, the man chuckled again and you could feel what was unmistakably a barrel of a gun being pressed up against the back of your head. “You’ll take that gun out of the holster and slide it to me, or you can watch the little mermaid’s head get blown off.”

“I’m a siren,” you hissed, unable to stop yourself. Even with a gun pointed at your head, your pride got the better of you. “If you call me a mermaid one more time I swear to god I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” he sneered. “I’ve got a gun to your head and the only key to release you. So really, little mermaid, what are you going to do to me?”

“I still don’t see why she has to be involved in this,” Aaron said, his voice unnaturally even. “You want my gun? Fine.” With that, he slowly reached for his holster, taking his gun out and sliding it towards the man’s feet. You sighed in relief as the barrel pressed to your head disappeared as he went for the gun. You heard the cabinet door creak, and Aaron shuffled to your side to inspect your bindings.

“You okay?” he whispered, not meeting your eye as he asked.

“Yeah,” you muttered. “Can’t say I feel great, but I’m not dead.”

“You could just ask for the key,” the bartender mentioned in a light tone. You whipped around to see him, holding the key, looking amused as he held it over the two of you. Aaron snarled something indiscernible, but before he could stand, the gun was being pushed against your head again.

“You said she didn’t have to be involved,” the bartender pointed out. “Why don’t you be a good dog and take a couple steps back and she doesn’t have to be.” Aaron’s eyes darted from him to you as if to ask what you wanted to do. You shrugged, and he sighed heavily.

“Fine,” Aaron said, standing up straight and taking a few steps back from where you were kneeling. Once he was back far enough, with the gun still pressed against you, the man unlocked your bonds. You sighed happily, taking a moment to flex them and enjoy being freed. Before you could enjoy it for too long, however, he was pulling you up by the elbow to your feet.

“Ow,” you grumbled, trying to pull your arm away, but he only squeezed tighter.

“Shut up,” he told you, sounding annoyed. “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot you as soon as he got here.” The idea made your heart jump into your throat, and you made a face. You could have sworn you saw Aaron’s fist twitch, but it relaxed as he pushed his palm to his leg. He looked like he wanted to try something, but he seemed to be trying to figure out how to best go about things.

“Wyatt, come on,” Aaron sighed. “Don’t drag her into this anymore than you have.”

“You know him?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I know everyone,” Aaron told you, “but Wyatt and I seem to be making quite the history for ourselves. What I don’t understand is what I did to warrant you framing and then kidnapping [Y/N] to get my attention.”

“Business isn’t great with you sniffing around.”

“The bar?” you asked in confusion. “I don’t think I’ve ever been there where you weren’t busy and have you seen it tonight?”

“Not the bar, you idiot,” the man named Wyatt hissed. “There are other, more lucrative ways to make money around here. Except for when the Sheriff starts bringing people in and seizing your merchandise.”

“Well, maybe if you kept to legal merchandise, we wouldn’t have a problem,” Aaron shot back. That was met with the man with the gun to your head shoving you forward suddenly, and Aaron’s eyes got wide.

“Alright, alright,” he started, watching the bartender closer as he pushed you closer towards the end of the covered part of the dock. “Wyatt, come on. She hasn’t done anything to you.”

“I know,” he said, stopping just short of where the dock met the water. “As I said, I agree she doesn’t have to be involved.”

With that, there was a hard shove against your back, sending you into the water. You were surprised, but you weren’t exactly sure what he’d been trying to accomplish. Admittedly, the water was choppy, but you were more at home in the water than anywhere else. He had to have known that considering the fact you’d said it not five minutes before. Still, you took your time swimming back to the surface while you tried to calm yourself down and just in case he was waiting for you to resurface. When you finally did reappear to peek over the edge of the dock into the covered area, you weren’t sure what you’d expected to see...but a full sized wolf looming over a bleeding bartender certainly wasn’t it. Cautiously, you pulled yourself up back onto the dock, shaking the wet hair out of your face.

“What,” you started, “the actual fuck was that?” Both the wolf and the man looked over in your direction, falling silent. You shook with rage (but mostly the face you were now freezing cold and wet ) and when you blinked, something slid into your eyes and making them sting. “Fuck,” you hissed, rubbing at it until you could see again. It was your makeup from your Halloween costume getting everywhere. When you looked back over to the inner part of the covering, you saw the wolf had been replaced by Aaron...but then it hit you the wolf was Aaron.

“You...okay?” Aaron panted, looking over at you.

“I’m fucking cold, but yeah,” you muttered. You turned to the man on the ground. “You realize I’m a water being, right? Like, if you were trying to drown me, that was a dumb fucking idea.” He chuckled, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

“Wasn’t about you, little mermaid,” he informed. “I couldn’t give less of a shit how that ended up for you.”

“Wow, fuck you too,” you sneered, feeling that anger bubble up in your stomach. You were looking down at the man who’d held you at gunpoint, drugged and kidnapped you, and had tried to frame you for murder. Without the gun, you realized, he wasn’t nearly as terrifying.

“I think,” Aaron started, calling the man’s attention to him instead, “you have some explaining to do. The murders were trying to get my attention, I’m assuming. Keep me busy while you got some light trafficking done?”

“More or less,” he agreed, spitting out more blood.

“Then why her?” asked Aaron, nodding in your direction.

“The first one was supposed to be anyone,” the barman said shortly, “but a siren? That was too perfect. If I could blame it on a siren, that would definitely keep you busy since you keep such a close eye on the potentially dangerous ones. Plus, I knew you’d care it was her when I saw her next.”

“What?” Aaron asked shortly. “When you saw her next? You mean, after I had already arrested her?”

“Yeah,” he answered, nodding. “She wasn’t in the plan at first. I didn’t even think you two could stand each other.”

“It’s...complicated,” you muttered, more to yourself than to him.

“Especially painful to assume your mate is capable of murder. That’s when I knew I had an angle with her,” he stated, looking from you to Aaron.

“Excuse me?” you shot, “His mate?”

“He marked you,” the man snarled, looking back from Aaron to you. “Did you know that? Did you know that you smell like that filthy werewolf?”

You looked from the man sprawled on the ground in front of you over to Aaron, who was determinedly not looking at you and continuing to glare at the man in front of him instead. “What are you talking about?” you demanded, turning back to the man on the ground.

“Of course you wouldn't smell it. I doubt you smell anything other than dirty ocean water and fish.” You opened your mouth to protest but he pressed on, “your dear sheriff marked you as his. You reek of him.”

You didn’t know how you to process that information. You glanced over to Aaron to see if the man was just bluffing but he was determined to not look at you, it seemed. Instead, you turned back to the bartender, still sitting and bleeding on the ground.

“What about when you tried to poison her?” Aaron asked, sounding particularly spiteful.

“The murders,” he started, “the first was to get your attention. The next ones were there to torture. Make you really look at her as if she was a criminal. Killing her? That was personal.”

“So, you toyed with me so you could keep him busy?” you asked, “that’s insane.”

“Keep him busy,” the man repeated, “torture him. Really make him suffer. A lot of reasons, really.”

“Wow,” you sighed. “That’s...total bullshit.” Both men looked over at you, eyebrows raised. You crossed your arms, staring down at him.

“I’m a fucking person,” you pointed out. “I’m a person that up until very recently could not stand him.”

“Thanks,” Aaron interjected in a sarcastic tone.

“Sorry,” you muttered, glancing over at him and offering him an apologetic look. “But like...I’m not a piece of food to hold out in front of him,” you stated, repeating what he’d said before.

“Except…” the guy trailed off, spitting more blood out of his mouth. “You are. And it worked. So.”

“I hope you’re proud of yourself,” Aaron told him, “because this the last thing you’ll be doing as a free man for a long time.” The man on the ground looked up to him before laughing. Aaron made a face, crossing his arms.

“Yeah?” the man laughed. “I’m glad you think so, but my associates will be here any second.”

Before anyone could say anything else, there was a commotion coming from the end of the building, making the man smile. But when flashlights blinded all of you, and you heard people addressing Aaron as ‘Sheriff’ in less than threatening tones, you realized it wasn’t the people the men were looking for, but back up. You watched his face contort into rage as the realization hit him.

“Yeah well, mine got here first,” Aaron informed, smirking. Once someone had reached the guy on the ground, Aaron turned his attention to you instead. He pulled you close, tucking you against him. “You’re freezing,” he muttered as you shivered against him, enjoying his warmth.

“No shit, I came out of the ocean,” you pointed out, and his chuckle rumbled in his chest, against your arm.

“Fair enough.”

The two of you got ushered out of the building not long after, but Aaron waited until the bartender had been taken out to move. It was like he needed to see him taken out with his own two eyes before he’d leave. It wasn’t long until someone was pulling you in one direction, and Aaron was needed somewhere else. He assured you he’d find you as soon as he could, and told the detective to make sure someone saw to you before he started asking questions. It turned out that “seeing someone” meant getting checked for injuries and dried off with magic. You were at least thankful to be dry.

The next time you and Aaron were alone felt like a lifetime later. You'd been sitting there, glad that no one was bothering you because you felt as if you’d been asked the same four questions all night, but also incredibly cold. Being dry definitely helped but you’d caught a chill you couldn’t shake. You sat on the hood of a car, shivering and out of nowhere, a blanket appeared on your shoulders. You looked to see where it'd come from to see Aaron, looking as exhausted as ever, was leaning against the car next to you, tie hanging untied around his neck.

“You alright?” you asked quietly, reaching out to dab at a cut on his forehead with the towel someone had given you to dry off hours ago, not realize it had already been dealt with. He winced at the contact but then he nodded.

“Just ready to sleep for the next decade,” he told you, looking over at you. “What about you, though? You're who I'm worried about.”

“You're always worried about me,” you joked, and he chuckled and nodded.

“Can't help it,” he admitted. “In my nature.”

A silence fell over the two of you. You were both exhausted from the night’s events, maybe even from everything in the last two weeks. Aaron let his eyes close, and after a few seconds, you could see his chest rising and falling slower. You we're sure he was asleep standing when he opened an eye, peeking over at you and raising his eyebrow.

“What’s going on in that head, doll face?”

“Are we going to talk about it?” you asked. He hummed in confusion, letting his eye close again.

“Talk about what?”

“The marking thing.”

Aaron's eyes shot open, and he looked over at you, looking pained. “I, uh…” he trailed off, “I didn't do it on purpose?”

“You can just accidentally mark people?” you asked skeptically.

“When I come in contact I have...particularly strong feelings for, the scent-marking kind of just happens,” he explained. “If you ask one of your roommates, I'm sure they could give you something to deal with it. Witches have a way of unfucking what nature does.”

“So, I smell like you?”

“Basically.”

“And you didn't do it on purpose?”

“No, I didn't,” he repeated. “It happened when I picked you up to toss you in the water and I didn't notice until I was going to put you in the back of my car. I wasn't going to say anything because I was busy trying to figure out if you'd killed anyone.”

“Maybe you should have just listened to me from the start,” you told Aaron, giving him an ‘I told you so’ look. He chuckled, reaching out to stroke your hair, and ending up wrapping an arm around you and tugging you closer. You shifted on the hood of the car, feeling those excited jitters you seemed to have with someone new. It was strange to think it was Aaron making you feel like that, but you weren't complaining.

“If I had a dollar for every time someone told me they were innocent, and was not actually innocent, I'd be a very rich man, sweetheart,” Aaron informed. You both laughed, though it was subdued by the exhaustion you both felt. You caught a whiff of the spicy musky scent you’d smelled on the beach two weeks ago.

“So, I smell like you now?” you asked.

“Yeah,” Aaron mumbled, “I…” he stopped short as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, taking in his scent fully and you could feel all the anxiety you'd been feeling recently ebb away. You pressed a kiss to his neck, smiling as you pulled away.

“Worse smells, I guess,” you mentioned. “I’ll get around to dealing with it. I’ve been walking around without knowing about it for what, almost a month now? What’s another couple days?”

“Fair,” he sighed, rubbing his thumb in circles against your arm. “I’m, uh, sorry I didn’t tell you? You were already angry and there was...you know, the murder thing.”

“I’m too tired to care right now,” you admitted, “we can argue about this later.”

“I’d expect nothing less.” He pressed a kiss to your head, and gave you a gentle squeeze. “Let’s get you home.”

“Please,” you yawned. “Though there’s a zero percent chance of me walking.”

“I figured,” he said, “that’s why we have these things called cars.” He patted the hood of the car you were sitting on, grinning at you. When you shot him a look, he chuckled and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “They serve purposes other than something for you to sit on,” he informed, standing up from his leaning position. You made a displeased noise as the warmth you’d been wrapped in disappeared, and you tugged the blanket he’d draped around your shoulders closer to you. He gave you an apologetic look before telling you that he was going to find whoever had the keys.

Aaron was gone long enough that you’d decided to scoot up on the hood of the car so that you could lean against the windshield. You let your eyes slip shut, taking the time to try and actually relax. Now that everything seemed to be over, you could actually breathe and that knot in your stomach that you’d had for a month was finally undoing itself. The only thing that was keeping you awake was the sheer amount of yelling that seemed to be going on. One of which was certainly the bartender, and you could tell by the various threats he was yelling. You couldn’t quite find it in yourself to care about him anymore. You’d seen him on the ground, bleeding, and in handcuffs. That was good enough for you.

“Please tell me she fell asleep.” Aaron’s voice was recognizable through all the other noise, and when you heard him, you opened your eyes to look at him. He was standing there, looking down at you with an affectionate look on his face. It was so strange to see him looking at you like that, but you weren’t exactly going to complain about it. It was nice, you had to admit.

“I’m not asleep,” you informed, yawning before sitting up. “You were just taking too long.”

“Little hard to find keys when they’re moving, doll face,” he told you, shaking his as he helped you off the car. “But you’re welcome for finding you a ride home.”

“You’re not coming with me?” you asked, giving him a confused look. He shook his head, taking your face in both his hands.

“I’ve got some work to do,” he explained, “but you’ve still got all my stuff in your living room, so I’ll be there as soon as I’m done.” He leaned down to kiss you sweetly. “You’re going to be alright without me for a little while.”

“I wasn’t worried about that,”you said, “Aaron, you’re exhausted. You look like you haven’t slept in a month. The paperwork can wait until the morning. Douchebag the Bartender isn’t going anywhere.” He chuckled, kissing you again.

“I will, I promise,” Aaron mumbled, resting his forehead against yours. “Just a couple things I need to do or else I’ll think about them and not actually sleep.”

“At least try to be done before the sun’s up?” you suggested. Aaron laughed, pulling away from you.

“I’ll try,” he told you, “promise.”

“Fine,” you said, nodding a little. He gave you the biggest smile he could muster before turning to the child-looking officer he’d brought back with him.

“Remember that house you were driving past for the last few weeks?” Aaron asked, glancing over to you and making a silent apology. When the officer nodded, he looked back over to him. “Good. Take her there, don’t leave until the front door is shut,” he told the officer. “And don’t try to make her sit in the back, she’ll bitch the entire way.”

“Hey!” you exclaimed, giving him a look. He chuckled, smirking over at you.

“Historically, you’ll bitch, doll face,” Aaron pointed out. “Now go home and get some sleep.” It took him nudging you to the passenger’s side door for you to stop glaring at him and actually get in. The officer got in too, and as he backed out towards the street, Aaron stood there, giving you a wave before the car turned out to the street. You sighed heavily, letting your eyes shut as the car made its way to your house.

“Sorry,” the officer mumbled, making you jump and whip your head around to look at him.

“What are you apologizing for?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Patrolling past your house every night,” he explained. “It was just part of the job. Nothing personal.”

“Oh, that’s not on you, kid,” you chuckled, “that’s on the prick who told you to do it.”

“It…” he trailed off, “it was the sheriff?”

“I figured as much,” you told him, smiling a little. “As I said, a prick.”

“Weren’t the two of you just…” he trailed off, as if he wanted to ask about you and Aaron but thought better of it mid-sentence. You laughed, shaking your head.

“It’s complicated,” you laughed, “don’t worry about it, kid.”

The rest of the short ride was silent, which you were more than alright with. It had been such a long night, and conversation was exhausting. You thanked the officer when you got out of the car, closing the door and dragged yourself up to your front door. You had expected to be able to collapse on the couch, but as soon as you were over the threshold, there was an uproar. Your friends were all in the living room; not just your roommates and Jon, but a good deal of the group from the bar. Jeremy was the closest to the door and when he saw you, he shouted something you couldn’t understand and pulled you into a hug.

“Yeah, alright,” you said slowly, “Jeremy, I’m fine, I promise. Please let go of me, I just want to sit down.” Jon and Lindsay hopped up from the couch to give you room and Jeremy pointed you in the right direction. You collapsed onto the couch, sighing heavily.

“What happened to you?” Lindsay asked quickly. “You went to the bar and by the time I got back to the group, you hadn’t gotten back. Aaron was pissed, disappeared and never came back but we saw all the cops heading towards the marina.”

“It was the bartender,” you explained simply.

“Wait, what?” asked Barbara, “are you serious? What’d you ever do to him?”

“That...explains the beach bash,” Jon sighed, “we left our bottles at the bar.”

“That we did,” you agreed before looking over to Barbara. “And I did nothing to him. He had history with Aaron and apparently, he marked me at some point? So he assumed I was his mate so not only did he want to distract him with some murders from other things going on in the city, figured using me specifically would make it worse.”

“He marked you?” Lindsay repeated. “Like, before any of this happened? Because if he did it recently, that’d make sense but before that?”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “The day Aaron decided to toss me in the ocean, he marked me. According to him, it was an accident and he didn’t notice when it happened.”

“Well, that explains what happened at the bar we can never go back to,” Lindsay pointed out.

“What?” You raised an eyebrow at her, and she nodded knowingly.

“I mean, the bartender tried to murder you,” she said, “clearly we can’t go back there.”

“No, not that,” you said quickly, waving the idea away. “The fact it explains what happened to me at the bar?”

“Oh!” Lindsay exclaimed. “Don’t you remember? The night we went out and you were dancing with that guy who looked scared shitless of Aaron when he went to get you a drink. If Aaron marked you, and that guy could smell it, that’d be enough to get him to back off.”

“Huh,” you said, nodding a couple times. “I guess that makes sense.”

“More importantly,” Jeremy started, and everyone turned towards him. “What happened when you didn’t come back tonight?”

You sighed heavily before launching into the story. You told them about how you’d taken the free shot and woken up at a dock, chained to the ground. You explained what Aaron and the bartender had said, trying to piece together what had even happened (you bitched about him calling you ‘little mermaid’ for a solid minute) and how you’d gotten shoved into the ocean. Jon snorted at that, but didn’t say anything. You mentioned the fact there’d been a wolf when you peeked over the dock but when you pulled yourself up onto it, Aaron had turned back. Jeremy spoke up then.

“Wait, he’d gone wolf?” he asked interestedly, “shit, if that place wasn’t a crime scene, I’d be able to collect some good shit.”

“You could always ask,” you pointed out, chuckling a little. “You have no problem asking me every other minute for my hair.” Jeremy made a face and shook his head vigorously.

“No fucking thanks,” Jeremy said quickly.

You snorted, looking at him for a moment before deciding to launch back into your story. You vented being annoyed at all the questions the police seemed to ask over and over again. You’d gotten annoyed that they kept asking the same thing, but eventually they’d given it up. You shrugged as you ended your story, motioning around as you mentioned that you were home. There was silence for a while before Lindsay broke the silence.

“Well...shit,” she said shortly. “That sucks.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “All I want to do is get some fucking sleep, but I can’t.”

“We can leave,” Jeremy stated, standing up and pointing towards the door. You shook your head.

“I’m not going to sleep until Aaron comes back,” you informed.

“But he doesn’t live here?” Jeremy asked, looking around for confirmation. You and your roommates all pointed to the corner where all of Aaron’s stuff was.

“He’s been here for days,” you told him. “He said he’d come back for it all before he went home.”

“Oh,” Jeremy said, nodding. “Makes sense.”

You all sat around the living room for another couple of hours. You were mostly just there to sit and nod while everyone else talked about anything other the last month. You could sense how intentionally they were avoiding anything to do with all the murders or anything that’d happened that night. Once, Lindsay had gotten close to mentioning it, and Jon had cut her off to change the subject. You wouldn’t have minded much if they had. You weren’t even sure if you had it in you at the moment to care about any of it. You’d have to deal with it eventually, but you were definitely too exhausted to deal with it anytime soon. Jeremy was explaining what Jack had brewing in the back of the shop when you finally dozed off.

It’d taken a moment for you to get your bearing when you were woken up. When you’d fallen asleep, there had been a lot of talking, but now it was quiet except for someone whispering to you. Whoever it was had their hand on your side, shaking you gently. You groaned, rubbing your face before opening your eyes to see Aaron looking down at you.

“What are you doing on the couch?” he asked, chuckling a little. “Too tired to get up the stairs again?”

“I was…” you stopped to yawn and sit up, “waiting for you.” You looked towards the window to see the sun was only starting to rise. “Would you look at that, you made it back before sunrise.”

“I said I’d try,” he pointed out. “You didn’t have to try to wait up for me.”

“Yeah, I did,” you countered, swinging your legs off the couch so you were sitting with your feet on the ground. “You’d have just gone home.”

“You’re the one who told me to go get some sleep,” Aaron chuckled. “Definitely easier in a bed.”

“That,” you started, standing up and stretching out, “is very true.” Without another word, you bent down to grab his hand and tug him up from kneeling. He stood up, giving you a confused look. You took a few steps forward, towards the stairs, but when he didn’t follow, you stopped, looking back at him.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Upstairs,” you stated matter-of-factly. “That’s where the bed is.”

“But I…” he started, before the realization hit him. “Oh.”

“You can leave if you want,” you said, “but I figured since we’re both going to sleep for the foreseeable future, we could just do it in the same place.”

Aaron smiled, “whatever you want, doll face.”

You nodded towards the stairs and this time when you moved, he followed after you, letting you lead the way upstairs. Nearly any other time, you’d feel bad for how messy your room was and that someone else saw it like that. The last month had been rough enough that you couldn’t care less. Once Aaron was in the room, you closed the door and let go of his hand. You considered pajamas for about a second before deciding to collapse into your bed, still wearing your clothes. You let out a delighted sigh, glad to finally be the one place you’d wanted to be for hours. You looked over at Aaron to see him tug his tie off and tossed it to the side. He got into the bed more gracefully than you had, but he seemed just as relieved to be there as you did. You rolled towards him, throwing an arm around his middle and burying your face in his chest. He smelled more like dog than usual, which if you were to hazard a guess, was because of the recently changing thing. You breathed in the scent of him, feeling more relaxed than you had in awhile. His arm curled around you, pulling you closer and you smiled, letting your eyes slip shut.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “About this whole thing. You getting dragged into that mess wasn’t cool.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “But how about we deal with that when we wake up?”

“Sounds like a damn good suggestion, doll face,” he answered, kissing the top of your head.

You’d barely uttered a goodnight before you were asleep, face still buried in Aaron’s chest, his arm around you.

#2spooky month #aaron x reader #fic #rt imagine #rt reader insert #series: desperate minds #urban fantasy au #wc: 7k

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