#It takes place after Saw VI so it would be called Saw vii°

[angel-kyo]

Pay it no mind

Part XII

In which reader confesses their feelings to Gojo, but it seems these are not returned (maybe?).

Warnings: reader is on the receiving end of rejection (kinda), and the fact that I'm obsessed with unrequited love is a warning itself. There is a mention of a stranger making unwanted advances (it doesn't escalate, but yeah), and light drinking.

Previous: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X, Part XI

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“It’s too loud.”

“What?” you asked.

“It’s too loud,” Shoko repeated, closer to your ear this time.

You and Shoko had decided to go out for dinner, and after that, she had suggested hitting the closest bar for a quick drink. The loud music, however, was making her wish she had picked a different place.

“Tell Gojo we will head out. There is another place not far from here; he can meet us there” Shoko half-shouted into your ear and then pressed her glass back to her lips. You nodded and took out your phone to send a message to Satoru, who was supposed to be on his way to join you both there.

After a few minutes, it looked like he had not yet checked your chat, so you thought it would be best to call him. You were going to stand up and head outside to make the call when a stranger asked “Sorry, is this seat taken?” He was pointing at the seat next to you at the counter.

You shook your head no, observing the man. He had dark hair, apparently lean but maybe a bit older than you, and was wearing a gray suit; probably a salary man who worked around the area. He took the seat. “Thanks.”

And you thought that was all, but then he spoke again. “Are you here by yourself?”

“I’m here with my friend.” You gestured to Shoko, who gave him a court nod.

The man quickly started a casual conversation with your and soon it turned into him talking too much. Ieiri was focused on her drink listening disinterestedly to him going on about how a drink is nice after a tough day at work. You forced a smile, each reply coming out sharper than a knife.

Shoko took a quick glance at you. It was obvious you wanted to end that conversation.

If he’s trying to hit on them, he’s doing terribly.

“I need to go outside for…” You were standing up, taking advantage of the fact the man had stopped talking to take a sip of his drink, but he moved his hand to reach for yours.

“Finally found you.” You felt an arm wrapping itself around your shoulders. It’s weigh was instantly familiar.

Shoko looked at Satoru. He had not acknowledged her yet as his eyes were on the man keeping you in your seat. She knew how this would go. It was Gojo’s usual behavior, if he saw someone trying to make a move on you, he would stand next to you to stare them down, especially if that person was making you uncomfortable. If they were pushy, Satoru would even play the part of the clingy boyfriend, pulling you close to him, whispering into your ear, just enough to make anyone back off.

The man immediately pulled his hand away from your arm.

Shoko smiled. Wise choice.

Satoru’s stare could be menacing, even over the brim of his glasses. Ieiri had seen it a few times, and she understood why fellow sorcerers both respected him and feared him, and why average men would be easily intimidated by him to the point of refraining from approaching you if he was around. The ones who were not under the impression that you were Satoru’s, would certainly not risk it.

“I was going to call you. Shoko wants to go to somewhere else.” You looked at Gojo.

“Could I get your number before you leave?” the man spoke to you.

Satoru disliked individuals like this. He knew he would find this man disgusting since the moment he spotted him talking to you when he entered the bar. There had been something about the way you were sitting, and how you kept averting your gaze from him that told Satoru you wanted to get out as soon as possible, and when that stranger had tried to touch you, he just had to intervene.

Of course, he knew you could handle yourself just fine, and you were with Shoko. If push ever came to shove, she would step in, he had no doubt. But that did not mean he would not do it if he was able to.

You were looking at the man, ready to refuse his request when you felt Satoru’s gaze on you. If Shoko had been paying more attention, she would have realized that what was going to happen next was not part of the script.

Gojo turned his head to you and leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, except that you turned unexpectedly and his lips ended up meeting yours.

One second, maybe less.

You were surprised, but Satoru did not seem affected at all by the accidental contact. He swiftly turned back to the man and said “Sorry, but our friend wants to leave already.”

The man’s face revealed he had finally taken the hint. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t know.”

At least he has the decency to look embarrassed, Satoru thought when the man changed seats, but his arm did not leave you until you were all finally outside.

“Took you long enough to get here.” Shoko looked at Gojo.

He smiled and wrapped an arm around yours and Shoko’s shoulders. “But I made it, didn’t I? Now where do my precious friends want to go?”

***

Shoko guided you to a different bar. The place was quieter but now your head was louder.

One second, maybe less.

You figured Satoru had meant to go for your cheek. It was unnecessary, really; in those type of scenarios, if one of you wanted to help the other out of an awkward situation, you would just decline or stick to each other, whispering loud enough so whoever that was bothering you would get the message.

Kissing your cheek would have been an aggressive way of demonstrating you were (fakely) taken. It was an accident, you repeated to yourself, watching Gojo’s lips move as he talked with Shoko.

You had kissed each other’s cheeks before. It was not that different, and it had been just a second, not even enough to recall how his lips had felt against yours. Why were you giving it so much thought? Was it just curiosity?

Satoru glanced your way and smiled.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

You could not possibly be curious enough to want to kiss him again.

***

“Shoko is home.” You were looking at your phone, specifically at her text saying she had made it home all right.

Satoru only hummed in response and plopped into your couch.

After a few drinks together, Shoko had left you and Satoru. When you decided it was time to call it a day, he walked you home and, unsurprisingly, said he was too tired to go back to his own place.

You observed him. Satoru looked too big for your apartment, and he was never one for trying to take little space. Legs and arms all spread over your couch, making it look small despite being the larger one of the set.

“You look like a starfish.”

A laugh came out of him and you watched his Adam’s apple move. “Good. I always wanted to be a star.”

Satoru expected you give him a smart comeback, but it never happened. He fixed his posture to look at you staring at him.

“Enjoying the view?”

He saw an indescribable expression on your face for a second, and maybe, in a different lighting, he would have noticed a blush on your cheeks.

Huh…

He was not really expecting to get a reaction from you.

“You wish.” With that, you walked to the kitchen.

It did not take long for Gojo to be standing behind you, peeking over your shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

“You are so nosy.” You added half a teaspoon of sugar to the coffee you had poured into your favorite mug.

You felt the hairs on your nape stand on end when Satoru half whispered in your ear “Isn’t it good that I am sometimes, though?” You realized how close he actually was.

Why was it making you nervous? He had always been like this after all.

You recalled the interaction with that man from earlier. Maybe sometimes having a nosy friend was indeed helpful.

“Thank you.” Your voice came out lower than you had intended,

Satoru tried to look at you, but your eyes were fixed on the coffee mug your hands had firmly secured.

“For what you did at the bar,” you continued, turning to him. “I could have handled it, but thanks.”

He remembered that man, and then his expression when he had realized you would not give him your number,

“And sorry about the… the kiss.” A somewhat nervous smile appeared on your face.

That was right, he had kissed you, briefly and accidentally. Only then it dawned on him that he should probably apologize too, even if he believed it was nothing to apologize for.

“You moved.” He was smiling out of nervousness too now. “But don’t mind it. It was barely a kiss.”

Satoru questioned himself. Why did he not want to apologize? He saw you nod. So, he was right, it was barely a kiss.

He went on. “It’s nothing.” But he should probably stop. “In other cultures, friends do it all the time.” Why could he not stop?

You looked a bit confused, processing what he was saying. He had travelled more than you had, so maybe he knew about that, right?

While you were internally debating whether or not he was right, Satoru was facing his own personal battle and was far more confused than you were.

He knew he had not kissed you on purpose, but that did not mean he had never thought of doing it. In his teenage years, he had blamed such desires on his hormones. He was young, too young, and seeing his dear friend blooming before his eyes has nursed strange thoughts in his head back then.

But now, he was an adult man, was he not? Still, more often than he would like to admit, Satoru would entertain those thoughts, and then scold himself for it.

He could not tell you about that, of course not; he was convinced you would be aghast if he ever did. You would consider him a wicked friend.

“Do they?” Your voice was soft, and Satoru remembered how close you were as you did not need to speak louder for him to hear you.

“They do. It’s a way of showing affection, isn’t it?” He saw your gaze slowly drop to his lips. You were leaning in, and he knew he should not give in, but what can you do when you are so close to something you have wanted for so long?

Before he knew it, he had closed the distance.

Satoru’s kiss was longer than the one at the bar, but shorter than you would have liked. At that moment, you thought that maybe people did kiss the way they felt, because no other person had kissed your lips so tenderly before. For a few seconds, you thought he was truly trying to convey his love for you, but then, he pulled away and averted his gaze.

You were the first to break the silence. “That was… different.”

Satoru had stopped because, as gentle as he wanted to be around you, he could feel himself losing control, and there was no way he would ruin a lifelong friendship over a moment of weakness. That assuming he had not ruined it yet.

He could not read your expression and it terrified him. Had you hated it?

“Yeah, different, but...” How could he salvage this? “...We are friends, so it doesn’t mean anything, right?”

You met his eyes and Satoru thought he had made things worse just before seeing the ghost of a smile on your lips. “Yeah… Right.”

That night, you tossed and turned for a while before finally falling asleep, exhausted from overthinking, while Satoru, who always slept better when he stayed over, or so he said, laid on the futon in your room, wide-awake, a bit too aware of your sleeping figure on the bed.

He had replayed the events of the night a hundred times and scolded himself just as many.

He sighed.

That’s why you don’t give in to temptation. You will only end up wanting more.

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Note: I was lazy on proofreading (but aren't I always?), so, sorry about that. Will go back to hiding now.

Thank you for reading!

Next: Part XIII

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[punk4ndisorderly]

light on

The one where Y/N is the daughter of a legendary Team USA coach and used to attend the development program with the boys. 8 years after they last saw each other in person, a reunion brings Jack and Y/N back into each other’s lives... and hearts.

if you keep the light on, i'll keep the light on

VI VII - knockin' on heaven's door VIII

Don’t let her get away again.

Trevor's words resounded in his head as he closed the door behind him. He looked up, his eyes landing on her. There she was, as beautiful as ever, leaning against the wall, waiting for him.

“I know what I’m getting him for his birthday.” Y/N snickered.

“You happen to know David Beckham?” the brunette man smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I happen to know a really good cardboard cut-out manufacturer.”

Y/N pretended to be deep in thought.

“Mmm… Close enough.”

“Well, time to hit the sack. These bags aren’t going anywhere if I keep on staying up all night.” she joked, pointing to the dark circles under her eyes.

He frowned, hesitating for a second before he used his index fingers to cover the faint blemishes above her cheekbones.

“What bags?” the Devils' player grinned.

Y/N scrunched up her nose, placing her hands over his.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re impossibly charming, Mr. Hughes?”

“Yeah… You… About ten times this weekend.” Jack smirked, earning himself a playful slap in the arm. “Hey!”

“Get yourself some rest, Rowdy… I’ll see you in the morning.” she smiled, walking away from him.

He did the same, almost turning the corner when he heard her voice from the other end of the hallway.


“Hey, Hughes…”

“Yeah?”

“You must be really tired, because you have been running through my mind all day long.” Y/N said in a mocking seductive way, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Mine was way better.” the brunette man shrugged.

“It was not!” she scoffed, en route to her room.

“Yes it was!” he half-shouted, going his own way.

*

 Back in his room, he couldn’t wait to take a steaming hot shower, quickly undressing himself and letting the water relax his tired muscles and racing mind.

This was it. This was the last night of the reunion and in the morning they’d both go their separate ways for saints know how long. He had some work to do in Los Angeles and Y/N had to go back to the hospital in New York and take care of her daughter.

Jack didn’t think he’d be dreading to leave Plymouth when he arrived two nights before. He had no idea Y/N still had such a hold on him. Back when he was sixteen or seventeen anything she did would make him go weak in the knees for a second, but that had been a long time ago, a schoolboy crush. Why did he suddenly feel like his heart skipped a beat every time he was around her?

Must be Plymouth, he tried to convince himself.

The Devils' player put his boxers on along with the shorts he had slept in the night before, not bothering to retrieve its corresponding t-shirt from his suitcase.

Finally lying down after a long day, Jack couldn’t help but notice how light he felt. The heaviness in his chest was no longer there. The idea of being in the same place as his ex didn’t seem so bad anymore. He was free, and he sure as hell was willing to let love make its way to him. Love. Love like he had never felt before, the kind of love Y/N had talked about. Y/N.

Jack shook his head, taking his phone from the nightstand, dialing his brother's number.

“Hey Quinny.”

“No, I’m not letting you borrow my motorcycle.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Jack? Sorry, I thought you were Luke. What’s up, bro?”

“I’m calling because…”

“Is this about Y/N? ‘Cause mom bet dad you’d be too much of a wuss to do anything about this cute little thing you two had going on this weekend.”

“Thanks mom.” he groaned.

“Spill it, I’m watching Game of Thrones and shit is about to go down.”

“I think I might feel something for Y/N. I don’t know what it is, but….”

“You think?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t been putting as much thought into it as everyone else apparently.” Jack hissed.

“Okay, okay, chill… Are you freaking out or something?”

“What do you think?”

“I’m pretty sure you’re freaking out for no reason, you handsome bastard.” Quinn reasoned. “You should just let her know.”

“Things are going to get awkward and she’ll pull away from me. I’m not risking losing her friendship over feelings I’m not completely sure about.” he sighed, running his hand through his wet hair. “I just really want to be one hundred percent certain this isn’t a rebound. Y/N's too good for that.”

“It will never be about a rebound with Y/N. Take your time to find that out, but you’ll eventually get to the same conclusion I have, little brother.”

“I want to make sure this doesn’t stem from my break-up with…”

“The wicked witch of the East?”

“Quinn.”

“Sorry, just getting that out of my system.” his brother apologized, without really meaning it. “So, what are you going to do about this whole thing?”

“Nothing. I can’t really think straight with Y/N around, so I’m guessing as soon as we’re away from each other I’ll get a clearer view of what the hell is going on in my life.”

“Alright, you do that. I’m going back to my boy Jon Snow. Text me when you grow a pair. Love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, love you too.” Jack chuckled, rolling his eyes and hanging up the phone.

Thunder roared outside, making him jolt slightly.

“God, not again…” he mumbled, getting under the covers.

Jack closed his eyes, taking a minute to simply taking a minute to simply breathe in and breathe out. Did he actually tell his brotjer he had feelings for Y/N? Did he actually have feelings for her or was he just going out for a rebound? A few minutes before he was dreading Monday morning, but now he couldn’t wait to leave. He needed to get away from Plymouth and her so he could figure out why how had dreamt about getting intimate, why his palms got sweaty whenever she approached him, why he had been a blabbering mess the entire weekend. He wasn’t used to not being in control of his own emotions and the confusion he was experiencing certainly scared him.

The Devils' player had always struggled with voicing and understanding his feelings and that bothered him. How was he supposed to find the missing piece of his puzzle if he didn’t know what it’d feel like when he did?

A sudden knock on the door startled him. Jack opened his eyes, waiting to make sure it wasn’t his imagination. Not long after the first knock, he heard it again. Getting up from the bed, he padded his way to the door, ready to tell Trevor or Alex off for nagging him at two o’clock in the morning.

“It’s really bad out there…” she almost whispered, her doe eyes looking up at him while she bit her bottom lip and fiddled with her fingers.

“Hu… Yeah, it really is.” the brunette man agreed, almost slapping himself to make sure he wasn’t sleeping.

“Do you… Mmm… Mind if I…” Y/N began, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“No, not at all, come in…” Jack said before she completed her sentence. She’d told him she didn’t like being alone during storms, but he found himself wondering why she’d come to him, of all people.

The doctor took in his appearance: his toned muscles on full display, his hair disheveled and slept-in, his gorgeous blue eyes filled with genuine concern looking into her own. She nodded curtly and walked in, waiting for him to close the door and guide her through the dark room.

Jack placed his large hand on her lower back, leading her inside.

Climbing into his bed, she looked defenseless and, honestly, a little bit panicked. The singer joined her, laying on the other side of the king-size bed.

“I don’t really know why these have such a huge effect on me. I think it has to do with my fear of facing the wrath of something way bigger than myself. Can you believe nature has the strength to build something up from scratch and then completely destroy it when it pleases?”

“I never really thought about it. I think nature has its ways to make things right, one way or another. Right now it’s pouring outside, but tomorrow morning the sun will be shining as bright as ever. That’s just the way it works.”

“That doesn’t really help…” Y/N murmured, tucking herself in and looking at the drapes that hid the storm raging outside.

“I’m right here, okay? You’re not alone anymore. You can sleep now, alright?”

She didn’t answer, opting to scoot closer to him. Something about Jack Hughes always made her feel incredibly safe, and if sleeping next to him meant she’d feel that, she’d do it.

“Is it weird for you if I’m this close?”

“No, don’t worry about it.” he gulped. “Do you want me to put a shirt on?”

“You don’t need to. Just lay here with me, please.” Y/N pleaded softly.

This is not helping, Jack he thought, mentally beating himself up for not getting up and putting something on.

He could feel her hot breath close to his skin, her fingertips barely grazing against his toned chest.

Lightning struck once again, making Y/N wrap her arms around his torso, burying her head on the crook of his neck. The singer inhaled and exhaled deeply, returning her embrace, pulling her closer to him.

“Where’s your happy place?”

“What?” she raised her head, looking up at him.

“The place where you feel the happiest person alive?”

“Home, with my girl.”

Aleksander smiled at the mention of Joey, drawing circles on Y/N back.

“Okay, pretend you’re home. Joey's in her bedroom, asleep and dreaming about… What do little girls dream about these days?”

“She has a thing for butterflies and unicorns.” the doctor chuckled.

“Alright, unicorns and butterflies. She’s dreaming about those. You’re in your own bed, all snuggled up, everything’s quiet and there’s nothing that can get to you. Not the storm, not nature, not anything else. Just stay in your happy place.”

“Thank you…” she hugged him tighter, hearing his heart beat a little bit faster.

“For what?”

“For always being an amazing guy. I don’t think I ever thanked you for that. And for letting me practically grope you like I’m doing right now.”

He let out a hearty laugh, kissing her forehead.

“Anytime.”

Y/N closed her eyes, sighing contently.

“Do you think Z dreams about David Beckham?”

“He probably does.”

“Dork.”

“Aw, leave him alone. Don’t you have a celebrity crush?”

“Nah…”

“You so have! Tell me who it is!”

“Nope, not going down that rabbit hole…”

“Please?” she pouted.

“You’re evil, woman…”

“Yeah, yeah, come on.”

“Hugh Jackman.”

“Hugh Jackman?”

“Yes. Have you watched Les Mis?”

“I have…”

“He’s a great singer, he’s got a cool and he’s ripped as fuck. Plus, he really works the charm. That’s celebrity crush material right there.”

“Point taken.” she surrendered, patting his chest. “Who knew you were so good at picking men? Maybe someday you could help me out with my poor choices.”

“Trust me, we both suck at this love thing, it’s the blind leading the blind.”

“This while puzzle thing has about a thousand pieces to put together, we’re doomed.”

“You can always find love at eighty-five, like that duchess from Spain.”

“Very funny.” Y/N chuckled, pinching his side.

The Devils' player continued to mindlessly trace random patterns on her exposed skin, trying desperately to keep his mind from going all hazy with her presence and inebriating scent.

“Hey Y/N…”

“Mmm?”

“Do you really think I’m going to get the picture on the box?” he sputtered.

“Why wouldn’t you?”

“I…”

“Hey, look at me.” Y/N demanded, reaching up and grabbing his chin, turning his face to her. “You’re getting the picture on the box. I promise you.”

“I’ll take you up on that.” he murmured.

“Can you believe how fast the weekend went by?”

“Time flies by when you’re having fun.”

“We had a good run, didn’t we?”

“Of course we did…” he grinned. “Good night, Mess.”

“Sweet dreams, Gretz.”

She nuzzled into his chest, finding it weird how it felt so right and natural. They had hung out for years and worked together on plays, even kissed for the sake of it, but somehow this time it was different. No coaches, no team, no buzzer, no alcohol, just pure intimacy and friendship. That had to be it.

His chest raised slowly, coming back down at the same pace; Jack was now asleep, but his grip on her remained tight.

Y/N closed her eyes, finally allowing herself to rest.

“I’m going to miss you the most.” she whispered.

#hockey #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes fanfiction #jack hughes blurb #alex turcotte #trevor zegras #cole caufield #hockey boys #team usa #quinn hughes #luke hughes

[imnotasuperhero]

Look into my eyes (search your soul)

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Your love for Wanda could make you go the distance and more, just to see her happy. 

A/N: AAAHHHHHHH!!!!! That’s all I’ve got to say, my dudes! I started writing this and I knew almost right away that all I wanted to say wouldn’t fit in just one part bc it’d be way too fucking long, so I decided to cut it here and let the resolution for the last part. I also didn’t want to wait till the weeked bc I promised myself I’d post the finale on Sunday. So, here you have part 8 full of.. wtv you want to call these messy self introspections that flew out my fingers. Enjoy!

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you sat up in the darkness of your temporary room trying to dissipate the fog settled in your mind; grunting and whining in the process as your ministrations on your head only seemed to condense it.

No matter how much lavender you sprayed in your bed before sleep, the more you tried to empty your mind, the more Wanda mocked at your futile attempts, provoking the rebellious tears that accumulated in your eyes, pricking relentlessly at them.

Angrily wiping them away, you gave up and silently made your way outside Wanda’s guest’s room and padded your way to the kitchen, determined to try different methods to reach your goal.

Once your hands warmed up with the steamy mug of chamomile tea, you turned on the tv trying to find one of those junky tv shows. Hopefully, your brain would be fried enough to prevent you from thinking further.

And it would have worked if it wasn’t for the fact that after a few minutes of you trying to decipher the current turmoil involving some oversprayed bodies dissolved away at the couch sinking beside you. And you didn’t need to look at them to know who it was. Her perfume was enough for your nostrils to inhale her aroma and hold it for as long as you could as if trying to mark your soul with it.

“Hope I didn’t wake you? Is the TV too loud?” You grabbed the remote but her soft hand took it out of your grip, feeling the burning sensation running up your arm.

“You didn’t wake me,” the redhead placed it on the coffee table and returned to her previous position with the silence taking over you both as the only sound was the nonsense coming from the TV. But before the pregnant silence could stretch for much longer, Wanda ripped up the heavy veil looming over you.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You saw through your periphery how her highlighted face turned from the tv to look at you and you would be lying if your body didn’t freeze for a millisecond.

“Would you let it pass if I said no?” You finally turned to your side, gasping at the mesmerizing way in which her factions shone with the light from the tv. Her soft green eyes settled over you in that comforting way only she could provide.

“We’ve known each other for twenty years, Y/N. I know better than to push you,” Wanda clicked her tongue as she opened her arms in a silent invitation.

And you cursed yourself as your body acted on autopilot and quickly snuggled against her warmth, ignoring the orders your brain sent.

The stress you’ve accumulated through the past few days melted away at feeling her so close to you. The raising and falling of her chest against your back sent you back to the past. Times of just you two leaning against each other in the privacy of your room quietly talking about everything and nothing all at once, at times ignoring the movie playing in the background. The way she’d insist on you sitting between her legs so she could hold you from behind just so she could torture you and, who were you to deny her?

The feeling of her trained fingers feeling way too real as Wanda softly braided your hair have you closing your eyes and humming something so intimate-

“You know,” Wanda’s voice brought you back to the present and you froze at feeling your hair in her hands. “I always loved your longer hair,” she admitted almost over a whisper and you knew by the way her words came out, there was a pause.

“But sometimes one has to work with what they have at hand,” you could feel the smile in her words at the time she expertly crossed tresses of hair over one another, leaving you in a trance state you simply couldn’t escape.

And being fully aware your efforts would be futile, you just stood put, allowing her work in your hair lull you to sleep, cursing yourself in the process for being so weak at her enchantment. 

And you knew you were fooling yourself. This meant nothing else but some tricks for you to be able to sleep at ease. Yet, you couldn’t help the yearning grasping at the corners of your heart, fighting to conquer its surface.

Finishing her work, Wanda placed your braided hair on the right side of your neck before you felt her arms encircling your torso, bringing you flush against her front and you had to choke down the gasp wanting to leave your lips at the intrusion at your personal space.

“Sometimes I wish things were different,” Wanda spoke against your head, her right cheek placed atop your head with her gaze towards the TV.

“Sometimes it’s in our own hands to make the change,” you mussed quietly. Shyly, even.

You swore the kiss on your head was a product of your imagination. Just a cruel fantasy out from the world you had created and only shone in the confines of your mind. It had to.

“What’s your agenda for tomorrow?” Wanda saved you from swimming away into angry waves.

“I just have a meeting at 10am. After that, I can manage my work schedule.” You answered lazily. “You need me to take care of the twins?”

“No.” You felt her shake her head. “I was thinking we could go to the park if it didn’t rain,” Wanda suggested and you couldn’t help the smile taking over you.

“I would like that,” you muffled a yawn.

“Perfect,"

You felt your body tensing at the warm breath against the already hot skin of your cheek, anticipating the excruciatingly slow touch against it.

"Glad to be of help," Wanda's lips lingered on your skin for a few moments too long before retreating herself from the hold she had you on, standing up. "If you still have trouble sleeping, my bed is big enough for the both of us," she added casually, walking away and up the stairs, leaving you alone to deal with the angry butterflies clashing in your stomach.

The heavy weight on your stomach and the way it trembled made you afraid to move even the littlests bit. The thought of whatever the object was collapsing over you had you petrified as you tried to understand the distant noises. But no matter how hard you tried, it was like gibberish to you.

It wasn’t till a small giggle rescued you from your nightmare that you were finally able to open your eyes just to see Tommy sitting on your stomach laughing while Pietro held him in place, imitating the gallop of a horse.

After a few seconds trying to adapt to your surroundings, you smiled toothily at the baby in front of you. “Good morning, munchkin,” you carefully sat up as your hands replaced Pietro’s. You blew raspberry kisses on his cheek, filling the air with his giggles.

“What time is it?” You looked up at Pietro only to curse at his answer.

“Shit, shit, shit!” You hurriedly handed Tommy to him, jumping off the couch and rummaging through the house, cursing yourself for oversleeping.

“Sorry,” you called after you as you avoided colliding against Wanda and Billy.

After you quickly brushed your teeth and threw in what you considered a nice outfit for a meeting, you stepped down the stairs and hurried to one of the cupboards to take one of the granola bars to munch on your way.

“Please be careful,” Wanda mumbled as she worked on the twins’ bottles.

“I always am,” you clickled your tongue before you kissed Billy’s head and then did the same to Wanda’s, leaving her dumbfounded as you walked towards the front door, repeating the action with Tommy’s head. “See you guys later,” you called after your shoulder ignoring Pietro’s complaints about something you didn’t understand, closing the door behind you and hurrying to your car.

Checking the watch on your wrist, you sighed at the time. Hopefully, you’ll get there in time to cause a good impression.

Despite your senses telling you to decline the offer, you knew it was too good of a project for you to turn down. Even more so with the never-ending budget your house needed.

To say the client was satisfied was an understatement if the praises and positive nods were an indication of it. You just hoped his boss would pick you out of the other 3 contestants.

Turning on the stereo of your car, you couldn’t help the thumping against the leathered steering wheel at the tempo the current song possessed. This day couldn’t get any better. The prospect of a picnic with Wanda and the twins had you smiling from ear to ear and your heart beating rhythmically at the day ahead of you. But then you remembered the events of last night and all the happiness flooding your insides started to turn into anxiety as you remembered Wanda’s words. The way her lips would move around those sinful words had your legs twitching at the taunting smile hanging from her lips.

The honk from behind you had you mumbling an apology to the void as you stepped on the pedal.

Breaking outside Wanda’s favorite bakery, you entered the shop smiling at the girl at the counter.

“Morning, Y/N.” The blonde greeted you.

“Good morning, Alex,” you took one of the brownies off the serving plate, smirking at the look the girl sent your way. “Add it to the total,” you winked, making her roll her eyes.

“Same as always?”

“Add a dozen of those yummy Sokovian buns,” you nodded.

Alex quickly worked on your order as you chatted some, enjoying the mix of pastries and freshly brewed coffee.

Handing her the money, you bided her goodbye and started your way back home, trying to calm your erratic heart as it only seemed to step out of your chest the closer you got to Wanda’s.

But all the elation that flooded inside you like waves just moments ago turned into a sea storm as the anxiety took over you at Wanda’s words.

“But- You told me we’d go to the park last night. When you joined me on the couch?” You questioned confused. You could never forget something like that. Or anything that had to do with Wanda, for that matter.

“Y/N,” Wanda’s gaze sent goosebumps down your back at the way she was looking at you. Like if you had grown a second head. “I didn’t? You slept early because you were exhausted from the moving, remember?”

“I-” The fuck was happening. “Must have dreamed it. I’m sorry,” you silently placed the box on the coffee table before making your way upstairs, ignoring Wanda’s words. How could you be so idiotic to think Wanda would ever want to spend alone time with you when you saw each other twenty-four-seven?

Wanda could only tilt her head to the side as she saw you climbing the stairs two steps at a time, all the while trying to remember if she actually invited you to the park. She surely wouldn’t forget something so important.

First, the soft way in which you bid her goodbye in the morning, and now, the pleasant-smelling box you’ve gotten for her to supposedly bring to the park.

Not that she’d oppose. Hell, she’d be happy to just have you all for herself even if just for a few hours in your usual spot under your tree after so long. But the way in which your face fell gripped at her heart, making it sink to the floor.

No matter how hard she tried, all her attempts to solve the puzzle you were, seemed futile the more you closed off. 

The day morphed into night in a dreading way. You barely spoke to her except when it was related to the twins or the house and Wanda’s patience was reaching its limit. But then again, little could she do to get you to talk. Time had shown her it was better to let you voice your problems at your own pace. So for the next two days, she fought the will inside her to trap you both in your room, focusing instead on her own work, tending to the twins when needed.

But the mixed signals you were giving her started to play a number in her head and Wanda found herself walking on eggshells in her own house.

And just when she thought you’d storm off, escaping from her presence as if she were the plague, you then would place a steamy mug of tea on her desk, smiling at her as you silently retreated from her office.

 And no, she would never kick you out. But she wouldn’t deny that she wouldn’t love to kick your ass just to get you to open up, allowing her to understand whatever was upsetting you so she could either change it or fix it.

“She’s driving me crazy,” Wanda sighed as she rocked a sleepy Tommy, looking up at Natasha who did the same with Billy. Both babies ready for their afternoon nap.

But before the redhead could speak, Wanda kept talking. “At times she’d avoid me at all cost, and then she’d bring me tea or food when I’m working in the office. And the way she acts with the twins? It pains me to know that she only does so when she thinks I’m not seeing her. Like… why would she hid from me? She knows I wouldn’t trust my children to anyone but her. And call me delusional if you may, but is like she doesn’t want me to acknowledge the potential she has to become their mom and-” Wanda stopped suddenly. The rocking movements paused too at the realization.

“Oh, shit.”

“Shit indeed,” Natasha repeated with her characteristic smirk, biting the inside of her cheek to prevent laughing at her friend.

“What do I do?” Wanda whined, sitting on the couch as she felt her legs trembling.

“What any mature person would do,” Natasha offered, rolling her eyes at the dumbfounded expression on the redhead. “Talk to her!”

“And say what? Hi, wanna be my children’s mom?” Wanda spoke mockingly.

“Not that,” Natasha choked a laugh. “Just tell her how you feel and most importantly how her actions affect you.”

“What if I’m reading wrong and she doesn’t want anything to do with me?” Wanda could feel her anxiety tearing at her heart. The erratic beats and the capacity to feel the blood running in her ears had her hands shaking and she thanked the Gods out there for having her son in her arms, providing her some sort of grounding.

“If you think she doesn’t love you back, then you need to get checked,” Natasha shrugged.

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SEARCHING…: BREAK UP PRANK (PT II)

🏷 — TARQUIN, HELION, ERIS, KALLIAS | [pt I here]

📍— you tell them you want to break up as a prank (resquested)

🔖 — gn! reader (you/ your pronouns), cursing, use of pet-names, modern!au (all except for tarquin’s - his can be read as modern!au, but not necessarily).

VI. TARQUIN

you and tarquin were resting on the beach. or at least you were.

while you peacefully read your book, tarquin talked with cresseida and varian about politics – something he had promised you not to do in his free time.

tarquin had been overworking himself on the last few months and he had barely any time to take care of himself or to stay with you.

you looked in their direction for the nth time, hoping that they would be finishing the topic about work. tarquin and varian seemed to still be deep into the conversation, but cresseida- who looked even more bored than you -, made eye contact with you and blinked an eye, saying with no sound, only the movement of her lips “prank”.

"tarquin..." you call him, but he ignores you "tarquin" you call again, louder this time, making him shift his gaze to you.

"yes, baby?"

"i think we should break up"

you regretted it as soon as the words left your mouth. you could see the dread taking over his body: his eyes dilated, his mouth opening and shouting as if he was a fish out of water and sweat going down his temple. When he got up from his chair and gave one step closer to you - just one, as if to not scare you away - even cresseide seemed to regret her suggestion.

"tar..." before you could finish your sentece, he went down on his knees.

"please, c-can we talk?" he pleaded.

"honey," you kneeled in front of him, holding his face with your hands "it was just a stupid prank, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to get you by surprise, just wanted to get you to stop talking about politics."

"oh, fuck" he hugged you tight "never, and i mean never, to this shit to me again"

"in my defense," you started, trying to light up his mood "it was cresseida's idea."

tarquin turned to face at his cousin, a death look in his eyes.

"run" he said before getting up and starting to run after her in the sand, making you and varian laugh.

VII. HELION

“y/nnnn”

helion had been annoying you for the past hour, trying to convince you to leave your books behind and go lay with him on his king size bed, which seemed very comfortable in that cold morning…

but, sadly, you couldn’t. you had to study for your finals - and helion knew that, yet he was doing everything in his power to distract you. as you tried to read the powerpoint, a way of shouting his mouth came to your mind.

“sometimes i think we should break up”

“ha, no you don’t” he denied, confident. but when you didn’t answer, nor made eye contact with him, he felt his stomach doing a flip.

“right, y/n? you didn’t mean it”

when helion didn’t receive an answer again, he got up from his bed, going in your direction. he held your face without hurting you, but forcing eye contact.

“say you didn’t mean it.”

you wanted to stay silent, to prove that you could be just as annoying. however, when you saw the hurt in his eyes, you groaned.

“i didn’t. got the idea from a prank i saw” you murmured.

“i think i deserve a hour of cuddling after this”

VIII. ERIS

you hated to spend time around the vanserra family. however, lucien was an exception. your boyfriend’s youngest brother was definitely one of your bests friends.

so when he showed you the video of that prank, you had been looking for an opportunity to do it. and when eris called you saying he would be back home earlier, you knew it was your opportunity.

you placed your phone in a place in a discreet way but with enough space to film it, as lucien requested.

and when eris opened the door, you knew you had chosen the right day, since he seemed more relaxed than usual after coming home from work.

“hey, hon”

“i want to break up” you said without getting up from the sofa, not wanting to get a way from the camera focus.

eris coughed, choking on air – the blood on his face gone.

“hm… i…” he coughed again, cleaning his throat “can i know why?”

you didn’t answer, looking at anywhere but him.

“is there anything i can do to change your mind?”

again, no answer.

“please, love” you noticed his voice was closer before he appeared in your field of vision “talk to me”.

you didn’t plan on giving in so soon, but you never saw that look on his face - never. eris was one of the least emotional people you knew and even after dating for months you had a hard time reading his expression.

however, you could see the fear in his eyes as he kneeled before you, making him look to much like a boy scared of the storm – and the hand on your knee as if you were the plush he needed to feel safe.

“oh, eris” you said, hugging his shoulders and he hugged your waist. “i’m so sorry, this was just a stupid prank” you pointed to the phone.

eris was silent for a few seconds before getting up and looking from the phone to you.

“lucien?”

you agreed with a head gesture.

“fuck you both” he walked towards the bathroom.

“wait, eris! i’m sorry!” you shouted as you went to your phone, turning of the video.

“you’re sleeping on the couch tonight” he screamed before shooting the door.

you started banging on the door, trying to hold your laugh.

“babe… please, open the door. let me wash your hair as an apology”

eris didn’t say anything, he just unlocked the door – letting you in.

IX. KALLIAS

“it’s not that! he’s just… a home guy” you said for the nth time, trying to explain to your friends why your boyfriend hadn’t come to another party.

you were telling the truth: kallias didn’t like parties, even less college parties. but sometimes you wished he would go to have fun and dance and drink with you. you felt down seeing your friends with their significant other’s having fun, while yours was always at home, not necessarily doing something important.

“does he even care about you?” one your friends asked.

“of course he does”

“then why don’t you prank him?” other said “call him and say you want to break up”

it wasn’t a good idea, you knew it. but you had had a feel drinks and you were upset with him. so you went outside of the house where the music wasn’t so loud.

surprisingly, none of your friends followed you. still, you called him.

“hm, hi?” he picked up, his voice slightly sleep.

“i think we should break up”

the line was quiet for a few seconds, before he asked:

“you still in that party?”

“hm, yes?”

“wait there” and he ended the call.

to say you were surprised was an understatement. kallias never was the type to go and act. so instead of calling him and telling him it was just prank, you took your chance to see if he really cared.

you just didn’t expect him to care so much as to show up in his penguin kigurumi.

“oh, mother” you laughed as he pushed you to the car, his blush going to his ears was he tried to get there was as fast possible, hoping no one would see him.

“why are you laughing?”

“are tou serious?! i never thought you would show up, let alone wearing your kigurumi.”

“we needed to talk! and break up talks are not meant to happen through call”

“oh, ‘lias” you putted one hand on his cheek, feeling him cover it with his own “‘m sorry, it was just prank.”

“why would you do that?!” he asked as he let fo of your hand, his voice low but with some angry in it.

he was truly hurt.

“i-i don’t know. my friends came with the idea, saying you didn’t care enough to come with me to the parties. and i wanted to prove them wrong. prove to myself that they’re wrong”

neither of you looked at the other when you finished, silence filling the car. you felt bad for upsetting him, but you were happy that he had came to you.

“i’m sorry. i just really hate loud music and…”

“no, it’s fine! you don’t have to be uncomfortable to show me you care. just… i don’t know, try showing it in other ways, but in ways i notice.”

“like going out in public places in my kigurumi?” he smiled at you, finally looking you in the eyes again.

“yeah, stuff like that.”

you both stayed silent for a few minutes, only holding hands, before kallias asked:

“do you want to go back inside? i-i really don’t want to go in wearing this, but if you…”

“nah,” you squished his hand “let’s just go home and cuddle”

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

AFFC: Brienne VII (Chapter 37)

They came upon the first corpse a mile from the crossroads.

He swung beneath the limb of a dead tree whose blackened trunk still bore the scars of the lightning that had killed it. 

The author has provided a clue!

Daenerys did this.

+.+.+

"What does he have in his mouth?" asked Podrick.

Brienne had to steel herself to look. His face was grey and green and ghastly, his mouth open and distended. Someone had shoved a jagged white rock between his teeth. A rock, or . . .

"Salt," said Septon Meribald.

Another clue!

"Robb, listen to me. Once you have eaten of his bread and salt, you have the guest right, and the laws of hospitality protect you beneath his roof." - Catelyn VI, ASOS

Walder Frey did this.

+.+.+

"What do you have there, Dog?" Ser Hyle dismounted, strode after the dog, and came up with a halfhelm. The dead man's skull was still inside it, along with some worms and beetles. "Good steel," he pronounced, "and not too badly dinted, though the lion's lost his head. Pod, would you like a helm?"

I would strongly advise against that. The author doesn't approve of stealing from the dead.

+.+.+

Brienne scowled at him. "It is too big for him."

"He'll grow into it."

"I don't want to," said Podrick. Ser Hyle shrugged, and tossed the broken helm back into the weeds, lion crest and all. 

He didn't take it. We're good.

+.+.+

For a time the inn was known as the Two Crowns in their honor, until one innkeep built a bell tower, and changed it to the Bellringer Inn. Later it passed to a crippled knight named Long Jon Heddle, who took up ironworking when he grew too old to fight. 

Heh, from bells to cripples.

+.+.+

He forged a new sign for the yard, a three-headed dragon of black iron that he hung from a wooden post. The beast was so big it had to be made in a dozen pieces, joined with rope and wire. When the wind blew it would clank and clatter, so the inn became known far and wide as the Clanking Dragon."

"Is the dragon sign still there?" asked Podrick.

"No," said Septon Meribald. "When the smith's son was an old man, a bastard son of the fourth Aegon rose up in rebellion against his trueborn brother and took for his sigil a black dragon. These lands belonged to Lord Darry then, and his lordship was fiercely loyal to the king. The sight of the black iron dragon made him wroth, so he cut down the post, hacked the sign into pieces, and cast them into the river.

Blackfyre things, and more House Darry. I have no further insight, because I'm useless.

+.+.+

One of the dragon's heads washed up on the Quiet Isle many years later, though by that time it was red with rust. The innkeep never hung another sign, so men forgot the dragon and took to calling the place the River Inn. In those days, the Trident flowed beneath its back door, and half its rooms were built out over the water.

Holy shit, Rhaegar Targaryen is on the Quiet Isle.

+.+.+

Ser Hyle made a wry face. "I never dreamed that keeping an inn could be so deadly dangerous."

"It is being common-born that is dangerous, when the great lords play their game of thrones," said Septon Meribald.

Title alert. Meribald is George.

+.+.+

Four girls stood on the inn's porch, watching him. The youngest was no more than two, and naked. The oldest, nine or ten, stood with her arms protectively about the little one. "Girls," Ser Hyle called to them, "run and fetch your mother."

The boy dropped from the chain and dashed off toward the stables. The four girls stood fidgeting. After a moment one said, "We have no mothers," and another added, "I had one but they killed her." 

Look, it's a whole mob of children for Hyle and Brienne to adopt.

+.+.+

Brienne turned, and saw a ghost.

Renly. No hammerblow to the heart could have felled her half so hard. "My lord?" she gasped.

"Lord?" The boy pushed back a lock of black hair that had fallen across his eyes. "I'm just a smith."

He is not Renly, Brienne realized. Renly is dead. Renly died in my arms, a man of one-and-twenty. This is a only a boy. A boy who looked as Renly had, the first time he came to Tarth. No, younger. His jaw is squarer, his brows bushier. Renly had been lean and lithe, whereas this boy had the heavy shoulders and muscular right arm so often seen on smiths.

How did Gendry get to the crossroads? He's supposed to be in Flea Bottom, waiting for Davos, who is now assisting another fire happy monarch, because that worked out so well the first time.

Anyway, since when was Renly lean and lithe? Did the author forget why it was Garlan who had to wear the armor?

Small wonder the lords gather around him with such fervor, she thought, he is Robert come again. Renly was handsome as Robert had been handsome; long of limb and broad of shoulder, with the same coal-black hair, fine and straight, the same deep blue eyes, the same easy smile. - Catelyn II, ACOK

x

"Renly was taller than me, and broader in the chest. His armor was too loose on me, but it suited Garlan well." - Jaime VIII, ASOS

Maybe unreliable narrator Brienne of Tarth? Most men might look lean and lithe through her eyes.

+.+.+

"All these children," Brienne said to the girl Willow. "Are they your . . . sisters? Brothers? Kin and cousins?"

"No." Willow was staring at her, in a way that she knew well. "They're just . . . I don't know . . . the sparrows bring them here, sometimes. Others find their own way. If you're a woman, why are you dressed up like a man?"

I'm hardcore judging any sparrow who dumps children on a 10-year-old.

The priorities are all wrong here.

+.+.+

"They could call the place the Gallows Inn," Ser Hyle said.

x

She whistled, and more children appeared as if by magic; ragged boys with unshorn locks crept from under the porch, and furtive girls appeared in the windows overlooking the yard. Some clutched crossbows, wound and loaded.

"They could call it Crossbow Inn," Ser Hyle suggested.

Marry a man who can make you laugh.

+.+.+

"Will I sleep in your room, or Ser Hyle's?" Podrick asked as she was opening the shutters. "This is not the Quiet Isle," she told him. "You can stay with me." Come the morrow she meant for the two of them to strike out on their own. 

[...]

"I mean to rise before the sun comes up, whilst Ser Hyle is still sleeping." Brienne had not forgiven him for Highgarden . . . and as he himself had said, Hunt had sworn no vows concerning Sansa.

Nah, you're not getting rid of him that easy.

+.+.+

"Where will we go, ser? I mean, my lady?"

Brienne had no ready answer for him. They had come to the crossroads, quite literally; the place where the kingsroad, the river road, and the high road all came together. The high road would take them east through the mountains to the Vale of Arryn, where Lady Sansa's aunt had ruled until her death. West ran the river road, which followed the course of the Red Fork to Riverrun and Sansa's great-uncle, who was besieged but still alive. Or they could ride the kingsroad north, past the Twins and through the Neck with its bogs and marshes. If she could find a way past Moat Cailin and whoever held it now, the kingsroad would bring them all the way to Winterfell.

Or I could take the kingsroad south, Brienne thought. I could slink back to King's Landing, confess my failure to Ser Jaime, give him back his sword, and find a ship to carry me home to Tarth, as the Elder Brother urged. 

I pick none of the above.

Gulltown has always been the plan.

She might do better to take ship for Gulltown or White Harbor. I could do both, though. - Brienne II, AFFC

x

I will take passage on a ship, she decided. Gulltown was only a short voyage away. From there she could make her way to the Eyrie easily enough. - Brienne III, AFFC

x

"Gulltown next," her captain told her, "thence around the Fingers to Sisterton and White Harbor, if the storms allow. She's a clean ship, 'Strider, not so many rats as most, and we'll have fresh eggs and new-churned butter aboard. Is m'lady seeking passage north?"

"No." Not yet. She was tempted, but . . .

[...]

"Timeon was a cruel man and a murderer, but I do not think he lied about the Hound. We cannot go north until we know for certain. There will be other ships." - Brienne V, AFFC

Gulltown. Gulltown. Gulltown.

Unfortunately Gulltown is now behind her. She would need to turn back, and retrace her steps. . .

Ahead, the alley bent. Somehow Brienne had taken a wrong turn. She found herself in a dead end, a small muddy yard where three pigs were rooting round a low stone well. 

[...]

"Back the way you come. Left at the sept."

"I thank you." Brienne turned to retrace her steps, and walked headfirst into someone hurrying round the bend. - Brienne II, AFFC

:)

+.+.+

The thought was a bitter one, yet there was part of her that yearned for Evenfall and her father, and another part that wondered if Jaime would comfort her should she weep upon his shoulder. That was what men wanted, wasn't it? Soft helpless women that they needed to protect?

Possibly? He'd definitely feel uncomfortable doing it though.

+.+.+

Older here meant ten or twelve. Gendry was the closest thing to a man grown, but it was Willow shouting all the orders, as if she were a queen in her castle and the other children were no more than servants.

If she were highborn, command would come naturally to her, and deference to them. Brienne wondered whether Willow might be more than she appeared. The girl was too young and too plain to be Sansa Stark, but she was of the right age to be the younger sister, and even Lady Catelyn had said that Arya lacked her sister's beauty. Brown hair, brown eyes, skinny . . . could it be? Arya Stark's hair was brown, she recalled, but Brienne was not sure of the color of her eyes.

+.+.+

"This is the inn where Sandor Clegane killed three of his brother's men," she reminded him.

"'Tis that," Hunt agreed, "but who is to say that they were the first to die here . . . or that they'll be the last."

"Are you afraid of a few children?"

"Four would be a few. Ten would be a surfeit. This is a cacophony. Children should be wrapped in swaddling clothes and hung upon the wall until the girls grow breasts and the boys are old enough to shave."

Are they trying to decide how many children they'll have?

+.+.+

Hunt rolled his eyes. "I forgot that I was talking to a woman. Your heart is as mushy as our septon's porridge. Can it be? Somewhere inside our swordswench is a mother just squirming to give birth. What you really want is a sweet pink babe to suckle at your teat." Ser Hyle grinned. "You need a man for that, I hear. A husband, preferably. Why not me?"

Hyle, we're going to need to revise the script a bit.

+.+.+

"If you still hope to win your wager—"

"What I want to win is you, Lord Selwyn's only living child. I've known men to wed lackwits and suckling babes for prizes a tenth the size of Tarth. I am not Renly Baratheon, I confess it, but I have the virtue of being still amongst the living. Some would say that is my only virtue. Marriage would serve the both of us. Lands for me, and a castle full of these for you." He waved his hand at the children. "I am capable, I assure you. I've sired at least one bastard that I know of. Have no fear, I shan't inflict her upon you. The last time I went to see her, her mother doused me with a kettle of soup."

Hyle, just tell her you fancy her.

+.+.+

"So speaks a maid who has never played the game with anyone. Once you do you'll take a different view. In the dark you'd be as beautiful as any other woman. Your lips were made for kissing."

"They are lips," said Brienne. "All lips are the same."

"And all lips are made for kissing," Hunt agreed pleasantly. "Leave your chamber door unbarred tonight, and I will steal into your bed and prove the truth of what I say."

"If you do, you'll be a eunuch when you leave." Brienne got up and walked away from him.

Gave yourself away.

Hyle's been eyeing her lips.

+.+.+

Outside, a rain began to fall. Inside, the fire crackled, and the common room was filled by the sounds of chewing, and Willow smacking children with her spoon. "One day that little girl will make some man a frightful wife," Ser Hyle observed. "That poor 'prentice boy, most like."

The girl who might be Arya Stark in disguise is most likely going to marry the apprentice boy, Gendry.

We're getting this after he abandoned the 5 year gap.

+.+.+

"You have black hair and blue eyes, and you were born in the shadow of the Red Keep. Has no one ever remarked upon your face?"

"What's wrong with my face? It's not as ugly as yours."

"In King's Landing you must have seen King Robert."

[...]

They are not his sons. Stannis told it true, that day he met with Renly. Joffrey and Tommen were never Robert's sons. This boy, though . . . "Listen to me," Brienne began. Then she heard Dog barking, loud and frantic. "Someone is coming."

Shoot, interrupted again. Today is not the day Gendry learns who his father is.

Brienne solved this mystery rather quickly, and then there's Gendry, who is questioned in this manner twice a week, yet still hasn't put two and two together.

+.+.+

Beneath the patter of the rain and Dog's barking, she could hear the faint clink of swords and mail from beneath their ragged cloaks. She counted them as they came. Two, four, six, seven. Some of them were wounded, judging from the way they rode. 

Seven! 😱

+.+.+

The last man [Biter] was massive and hulking, as big as two of the others. His horse was blown and bloody, staggering beneath his weight. All the riders had their hoods up against the lashing rain, save him alone. His face was broad and hairless, maggot white, his round cheeks covered with weeping sores.

Let's stay away from that guy.

+.+.+

Brienne sucked in her breath and drew Oathkeeper. Too many, she thought, with a start of fear, they are too many.

Seven! 😱

+.+.+

Lightning cracked to the south as the riders swung down off their horses. For half a heartbeat darkness turned to day. An axe gleamed silvery blue, light shimmered off mail and plate, and beneath the dark hood of the lead rider Brienne glimpsed an iron snout and rows of steel teeth, snarling.

Gendry saw it too. "Him."

"Not him. His helm." 

Don't feel too bad about Sandor Clegane's reputation being dragged through the mud, the author is going to fix everything by giving the helm to a heartless bloodthirsty outlaw next.

+.+.+

She had a pretty good notion who wore the Hound's helm. The children, she thought.

Seven! 😱

+.+.+

The girl was shouting at the riders, but a clap of thunder rolled across the yard, drowning out her words. As it faded, Brienne heard the man in the Hound's helm say, "Loose a quarrel at me and I'll shove that crossbow up your cunt and fuck you with it. Then I'll pop your fucking eyes out and make you eat them." The fury in the man's voice drove Willow back a step, trembling.

Seven, Brienne thought again, despairing. She had no chance against seven, she knew. No chance, and no choice.

She stepped out into the rain, Oathkeeper in hand. "Leave her be. If you want to rape someone, try me."

Seven! 😱

What a hero. 🥺❤️

+.+.+

"I want to cut her bloody legs off. I'll set her on her stumps so she can watch me fuck the crossbow girl."

"With what?" taunted Brienne. "Shagwell said they cut your manhood off when they took your nose."

She meant it to provoke him, and it did. Bellowing curses, he came at her, his feet sending up splashes of black water as he charged. 

Damn, who knew she had it in her?

+.+.+

He wrenched his axe up once more, cursing, and lurched after her, one foot sliding in the mud . . .

. . . and she leapt to meet his rush, both hands on her sword hilt. His headlong charge brought him right onto her point, and Oathkeeper punched through cloth and mail and leather and more cloth, deep into his bowels and out his back, rasping as it scraped along his spine. His axe fell from limp fingers, and the two of them slammed together, Brienne's face mashed up against the dog's head helm. She felt the cold wet metal against her cheek. Rain ran down the steel in rivers, and when the lightning flashed again she saw pain and fear and rank disbelief through the eye slits. "Sapphires," she whispered at him, as she gave her blade a hard twist that made him shudder. His weight sagged heavily against her, and all at once it was a corpse that she embraced, there in the black rain.

+.+.+

She stepped back and let him fall . . .

. . . and Biter crashed into her, shrieking.

He fell on her like an avalanche of wet wool and milk-white flesh, lifting her off her feet and slamming her down into the ground.

+.+.+

Brienne could hear Dog barking, and men were shouting all about her, and between the claps of thunder she heard the clash of steel on steel. Ser Hyle, she thought, Ser Hyle has joined the fight, but all that seemed far away and unimportant. Her world was no larger than the hands at her throat and the face that loomed above her. 

HYLE HELP HER.

+.+.+

Biter's mouth gaped open, impossibly wide. She saw his teeth, yellow and crooked, filed into points. When they closed on the soft meat of her cheek, she hardly felt it. She could feel herself spiraling down into the dark. I cannot die yet, she told herself, there is something I still need to do.

Biter's mouth tore free, full of blood and flesh. He spat, grinned, and sank his pointed teeth into her flesh again. This time he chewed and swallowed. He is eating me, she realized, but she had no strength left to fight him any longer. She felt as if she were floating above herself, watching the horror as if it were happening to some other woman, to some stupid girl who thought she was a knight. It will be finished soon, she told herself. Then it will not matter if he eats me. Biter threw back his head and opened his mouth again, howling, and stuck his tongue out at her. It was sharply pointed, dripping blood, longer than any tongue should be. Sliding from his mouth, out and out and out, red and wet and glistening, it made a hideous sight, obscene. His tongue is a foot long, Brienne thought, just before the darkness took her. Why, it looks almost like a sword.

Final thoughts:

Did he have to make it so similar to this?

Finally he rolled over the side and lay breathless and exhausted, flat on his back. Balls of green and orange flame crackled overhead, leaving streaks between the stars. He had a moment to think how pretty it was before Ser Mandon blocked out the view. The knight was a white steel shadow, his eyes shining darkly behind his helm. Tyrion had no more strength than a rag doll. Ser Mandon put the point of his sword to the hollow of his throat and curled both hands around the hilt.

And suddenly he lurched to the left, staggering into the rail. Wood split, and Ser Mandon Moore vanished with a shout and a splash. An instant later, the hulls came slamming together again, so hard the deck seemed to jump. Then someone was kneeling over him. "Jaime?" he croaked, almost choking on the blood that filled his mouth. Who else would save him, if not his brother?

"Be still, my lord, you're hurt bad." A boy's voice, that makes no sense, thought Tyrion. It sounded almost like Pod. - Tyrion XIV, ACOK

Only this time Gendry saves the day, and we're left with no cheek.

FUCK YOU, GEORGE.

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#operation stumpy re-read #affc #brienne vii

[midorishinji]

Disappearing act - chapter X

Geto observed her more carefully, trying to decide whether she was being serious or not. — Killing non-sorcerers? — It's an option, but I don't take it seriously. Do you? — Yuki pressed him with a loaded question. Suguru Geto thought of them all — Shoko, Nanami, Haibara, Riko, Kuroi, his parents, Satoru — and his chest filled with an unbearable pain, but also an incredibly monumental love, so much that it felt like it would stretch and burst at the seams of his heart that could not contain it. He thought of his father again, reading him "Night on the Galactic Railroad" when he was young, and he thought of Satoru reading his own copy now during his leisure nights. He thought of Giovanni and Campanella, and of the Scorpio of the night sky, and of the nobility of sacrifice, of setting yourself on fire to warm the world.

Satosugu ｜Finalized｜Long fic｜Also being published in Portuguese and on AO3

Chapters: I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII - VIII - IX - X - XI - XII - XIII - XIV - XV - XVI - XVII

Chapter X: I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul

Professor Yaga's room was already a well-known place for Satoru and Suguru, as the professor liked to imply as a sign that the two were always getting in trouble. The chairs were comfortable, there were always new newspapers and magazines to read while waiting for him to arrive, and the scolding went in one ear and out the other. Today was no different, even though after returning from a mission to exorcize a grade one curse, Suguru Geto brought two children with him.

Masamichi Yaga faced all the stages of grief in the expected order.

First, denial: he thought Geto was joking when he reported the events of the mission, he even laughed, admitting that he never imagined Suguru had such a sense of humor. This phase was quickly overcome when he realized that it was not a joke when he saw Yu Haibara playing frisbee with two unknown children in the garden of Jujutsu High, through his window.

Then came anger: he screamed, he shouted, he broke an impressive amount of pens and pencils out of frustration when trying to sign the report written by Geto, and he walked in circles in his office, astonished. It was the most delicate stage, and required patience from Suguru and Satoru, who waited in silence for him to put his fury aside, at the risk of just adding more fuel to the fire.

After that came bargaining. Professor Yaga tried to convince them to return the children to their parents, before discovering that they were orphans. He tried to make calls to send them back to the village where they were born so that another family would take care of them, but he was unable to convince the village chief to accept them back under any artifice; neither money, nor threats, nor the law, not even begging, nothing was enough to convince the village leader to take back the twins.

And so came depression. Masamichi Yaga cried and wailed, saying that his career was over, that this time the boys had managed to ruin him for good, and that the elders would serve his head on a silver platter for failing to stop them from always causing trouble for everyone. This stage didn't last long, and soon the professor recovered from it, recomposing himself.

Finally, acceptance. There wasn't much that could be done at this point, other than to take care of the legal procedures so that someone could adopt the twins; in the meantime, they would be under the supervision of a government official on a temporary basis, which would not be difficult to arrange. Suguru asked that they could study at Jujutsu High in the future, if they so desired, appealing to the innate talent of the two children who, at such a young age, managed to survive being exposed to and living with a grade one curse for so long. Professor Yaga agreed when he saw them, through the window, running across the grass. He wasn't a bad guy after all.

But Suguru and Satoru were suspended from carrying out missions for a month, and the punishment was extended financially as they would not receive their salaries for this period (which, unlike the salary of lower-grade sorcerers, was deposited regardless of whether they accepted missions or not).

The punishment was painful for Satoru Gojo. — Suguru, we’re poor…!

— It's a month with no salary, Satoru, it’s not a financial crisis... Don't you have any savings? And what about the clan's money? — Geto asked.

— I can't spend the clan's money on myself, or they'll be up in my business wanting to know every detail of what I buy, so I just spend it on other people, like Megumi and Riko. And I don't have savings, why the hell would I have savings if I always spend my entire salary?

The answer surprised Suguru so much that it was as if he were talking to someone from another species. — Wait, do you spend all of your salary? But on what?

— Oh, whenever I see something I wanna buy, I just buy it. Last month I bought an original Power Rangers DVD collection, and I also keep buying candy whenever I’m out and craving something sweet, and there was also that day when we went out for sushi that I offered to pay for everyone on Shoko's birthday, and I also broke my cell phone three times this year going on missions, I always forget that this crap is in my pocket, and… Suguru, what’s with that face?

— Nothing, I just didn't think you were that bad with money, Satoru. — he replied, perplexed — Don't worry, this month is on me. It's the least I can do, considering that if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have gotten involved and you wouldn't have been punished.

Gojo gestured as if it was nothing. — Ah, relax, do you think I would let you get screwed all by yourself, Suguru? Besides, this means that this month we'll be eating every meal together, so I can't complain! What are we gonna have for lunch, by the way? We could go to the convenience store down the block and eat instant ramen, I always see poor people doing that in movies and dramas, and I always wanted to try living like that for a day!

Suguru laughed. — You mean normal people, the ones who aren't millionaires. Honestly, Satoru, you’re unbelievable. But we can do that, if you want it that bad.

— Have you ever done this, eaten at a convenience store? — Satoru asked, curious.

— Yeah, I used to go out with my classmates in elementary school, before entering Jujutsu High. We would sometimes ditch school to have lunch in a nearby convenience store, we would usually buy ramen or whatever bento that was on sale. — he explained, as they crossed the school gate towards the streets of Tokyo.

Satoru grimaced. — I don't wanna think that you had other friends besides me, Suguru, so I'll pretend you're lying.

— So can't I have other friends? And what about Shoko, Nanami, Haibara…?

— It’s different. I’m your best friend. I have to be your priority, you know.

Geto smiled. — Have I ever told you that you’re very needy? Because you are.

Despite the sarcasm that didn't go unnoticed, it didn't dissuade Gojo from his argument. — But it's true, you have to like me more because I like you more than anyone else. I don't need anyone else, Suguru.

Beneath all the irony and banter, Suguru Geto realized for the first time that perhaps Satoru was correct in saying that the bond they shared was unlike anything else. Any other day and he might have denied it and lied to himself, but he had been thinking about it for almost a month, trying to find a satisfactory answer to the doubts that tormented his heart, and the events of the previous night solidified his certainty when he realized that at no point did he wish anyone else was there for him other than Satoru Gojo. — I think you're right. What we have is special, and no one else can replace it.

Satoru adjusted his glasses on his face, a gesture he always did when he was nervous and didn't know what to say, and which was as easily interpreted by Geto as any other he could have done. Lately, Gojo seemed to sometimes act like this, nervous for no reason at all, more often than usual.

The convenience store's automatic doors opened, the air conditioning making the inside almost as cold as it was outside. Walking through the halls in silence, Suguru chose two packets of instant ramen and prepared them, the boiling water cooking the pre-cooked noodles inside the two cups that were kept between them on the table.

— What do you wanna drink? And I know you'll want something for dessert too, so you can pick something too. — Geto said, gently, encouraging him to choose.

Satoru went to the back shelf, where the sweets were. — Really? What do you want? Oh, look, there's manju! There’s chestnut and this one that looks like maple… Which one do you want?

— Either one. Don’t really care for it.

Choosing one manju of each flavor, and two cans of soda, he returned to the table just in time for the ramen to finish cooking. With satisfaction, Geto noticed that Satoru was happy even with a meal as simple as that, something so banal; most people wouldn't think of a dish from a convenience store with as much pleasure as he did, enjoying instant noodles as if it were a delicacy.

— You know, I guess Professor Yaga wasn't really trying to punish us, I mean... — Gojo said while chewing vigorously — We basically have a month of vacation, and we can do anything we want. You'll finally be able to finish reading the books you’ve started, and we can have lunch and dinner together every day, and get on Shoko’s nerves when she's not studying, and we could probably train too.

— Weren't you the one almost crying because you became poor overnight? — Suguru retorted.

Gojo didn't care. — I have you to take care of me, I don't care if we eat ramen for every meal for the rest of our lives, Suguru.

Geto sighed. — You shouldn't be so irresponsible, Satoru. You treat your body as if it's disposable, but it isn’t. What are you gonna do when you're 30 and your internal organs have rotted because you only survive on chocolate and energy drinks?

— I'll use the Reverse Cursed Technique and heal myself, duh. — Satoru replied, with incredible simplicity.

— Satoru, I care about you. I don't want to see you hurt, or sick, or sad. I don't want you to need to use Reverse Cursed Technique. I want to see you happy, healthy, well rested. Is this that difficult to understand?

Suguru had no intention of saying those words, they just rolled out of his tongue due to his frustration, and he wanted to swallow them in the same way he swallowed the still-hot noodles so as not to say anything else. Sometimes, Satoru managed to annoy him to the point of making him completely lose his self-control: why did he have to be like this, so frivolous? Why did he never take his own health, his own life, seriously? Even if Satoru Gojo himself didn't care, he cared, he didn't want to see him hurt ever, the mere thought already put him in distress. Geto would never be able to be completely happy without him around, and that was a truth he came to accept a long time ago; why did this idiot need to test the limits of the human body so much?

Contrary to what he expected, Satoru didn't react with jokes or sarcasm. He looked surprised, genuinely even, his face turning a previously unheard-of shade of red. — Suguru, I... — he tried to say, without being able to express himself, like every other time he swallowed the same three words, until he fell silent, and managed to get around his own embarrassment in the way he knew best, with irony: — Geez, you’re so sentimental today. Come on, eat, before it gets cold…

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu #nanami kento #haibara yu #shoko ieiri #toji fushiguro #megumi fushiguro #kenjaku #writing #fanfiction #jjk fanfic

[terpsichoreed]

The next Saw movie will have the victim being tortured by doubled leading tones.

Dr. Messing, October 2011

#the top comment was from wes: #It takes place after Saw VI so it would be called Saw vii° #music theory #dr messing isms #taken from facebook

[flowerwrites06]

break my mind’s eye I — jjk

Plot: Jungkook thinks marriage is the only way to seal a deal. 

Pairing(s): Druglord!Jungkook x Fashion Designer!OC (Name: Belle) 

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Parts: Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X | Special 

Word Count: 7k+

Genre: Mafia | Angst/Smut/Fluff

Tags & Warnings: drug dealing, marriage through trickery, explicit smut, drug use, dubious consent, prostitution 

Authors Note: finally i was able to conclude that bmme can be reposted!! please welcome back this precious gem of mine 

The first time she saw was before one of her fashion shows. Small event compared to the likes of Gucci or Louis Vuitton but for her the biggest night of her life was about to happen. Unfortunately minutes before the show started, Belle got a call from her uncle to pick Taehyung up from their place and his tone sounded utterly bleak.

Walking away from a highly angered manager she rushed off to pick him up only to find him sitting outside on the porch in the cold wind, laughing a little to himself before swearing at no one. It was the first day Belle found out the things he had been taking.

Weed, ecstasy…she even found a small bag of cocaine hidden in his hoodie after getting him cleaned up.

“Where the hell did you get money for cocaine?” Belle tried to search his expression but Taehyung was too busy stumbling as he finally fell onto her bed.

“I know a guy. I promised to pay him back soon.” Taehyung mumbled turning to rest on his back, his limbs refused to stay still to a point where Belle started to get annoyed.

“Tae, how much do you owe this guy?” She asked, heart thumping a little knowing cocaine especially was not inexpensive and that mixed with other drugs…

His body being ruined was one heart-wrenching thing but she dreaded the amount of money this all cost.

Her brother stayed silent closing his eyes to let out a few breaths which caused her blood to boil even more.

Belle understood why Taehyung turned to something so putrid to relieve him of their recent troubles. There was a moment in time where she even thought to do so, maybe to ease some of the pain of they both went through. But it was getting out of hand.

-

The next morning Belle fixed him up a proper breakfast to distract him from taking another dose of the things he bought. Or was loaned anyway since he didn’t have a job or savings to pay for any of the products she found.

Taehyung didn’t even come to the table.

Instead as she walked towards the bedroom, she found him shirtless snorting something up his nose as he quickly threw his head back. Just hearing his sigh of relief made Belles’ stomach churn to near sickness.

Fuming, Belle grabbed whatever pieces of his stash she could find on the table and threw it in the bin pushing it away when he tried to savor anything that could be fished out. She saw his eyes widen so much that it almost seemed his eyeballs were going to fall on his hand.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Taehyung yelled, voice growly while his nose still had remnants of white powder dripping and his eyes bloodshot more than ever. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to get shit like that?!”

“I don’t care, you’re done with this!” Belle stood her ground but kept her voice calm, her own glossy eyes fixated on his.

“You don’t fucking get it!” Taehyung winced, face contorting it looked like he was about to cry. “I need it, okay? And I got that shit from a guy that works in the Jeon Cartel!” He gestured over to the entrance of the apartment. “I can’t ask for anymore, I haven’t paid for anything.” He yanked at his hair whining under his breath like a spoiled child not getting the toy he wanted.

Belle shook her head slightly, tears forming at the brim of her eyes. “Tae…” Her voice grew shakier now. “How much do you owe them?” Her bottom lip quivered watching his chest rise and fall heavily.

He stayed silent averting his gaze.

“Taehyung.” Her tone quickly turned firm though her heart pounded painfully. “How much do you owe them?” Belle truly hated acting like the oldest between the two.

Taehyung used to take care of her every single day almost more than her own parents since they mostly focused on their oldest son because he had ‘a lot more potential’. Her stomach ached looking at all the potential slowly going down the drain right in front of her eyes.

“A few hundred…six…maybe seven…” Taehyung muttered trying not to look directly at her when he spoke. He probably knew exactly the kind of shock gripped her face and he was damn right.

Belles’ entire body turned cold, her fingers almost wanting to fish out the substances herself just knowing how much money it cost to get it. But she curled them up into fists wanting to look strong. “I don’t…know how it feels…I do know it hurts and I know why you’re doing this but…I can’t lose you too.” She whispered, vision getting blurry as a lump grew in her throat. “You’re my big brother, you’ve always looked after me.”

Taehyung bit down his bottom lip lowering his head in slight shame.

“Please let me look after you.” She pleaded in a whisper trying to search his expression, to see any sense of softness or thought.

Her brother sobbed a little, running his shaky fingers through his matted hair before nodding but still trying not to meet her gaze. “Okay.”

Belle let out a trembling sigh of relief, a tear escaping slowly down her cheek when she finally relaxed. “I have savings you can use to pay for the drugs you asked for.” She stated in a gentle tone this time as Taehyung stared at her, shaking his head.

“That’s your boutique money, you can’t—”

“Yes I can.” She forced a smile across her face to reassure him. “My boutique can wait. I want you to get better.”

Taehyung gulped down carefully padding over his sister before leaning his head on her shoulder at an attempt of a lazy hug. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered against the fabric of her sweater, a light whimper under his breath. “Thank you.”

The chill that spread through her body now warmed up as she wrapped her arms around her brother, feeling like the younger sister if only for a second. “Who do we have to pay?” Belle asked sniffling a little.

“My debts’ too high…” Taehyungs’ grip tightened around the girl. “…the guy who gave me the drugs tells me I need to go straight to the boss for questioning if I come back again.”

Oh god, Taehyung…what did you get yourself into?

-

Much to Taehyungs’ discontent, Belle insisted on coming with him with the envelope of the payment in her hand. She figured cash would be more believable instead of bank transferring especially since there was so much money piled up for just debt. Her older brother looked at her a little surprised at how well she knew how to maneuver these things. “Being in the fashion industry doesn’t just mean I draw and sew clothes, you know.” She replied simply as she drove the both of them to the address Taehyungs’ guy told him to go.

During the trip she wanted to mention how sneaky it was to just give them the address and not come along. But then again…this wasn’t exactly an ethical business to begin with.

Of course it wasn’t difficult in the slightest to find the Jeon household considering it was on the outskirts of the city. A large sandstone colored mansion with vines growing off of the sides and golden detail on the windows and pillars. They drove in front of the closed entrance where Taehyung told them his name and that he was being expected which thankfully caused the large gate to slide open with a painful screech sound.

Heart pounded so hard it could have ripped out of her ribcages, the hair on the back of her neck stood up and her palms a little sweaty. The guards lined up in front of the door with their suits and shades making her homemade white floral dress look like peasants work. Even from here she could recognize that those uniforms were not made from some random ordinary designer. Even though the design itself was quite ordinary.

Taehyung walked out of the car first before Belle followed suit.

As soon as she walked out, one of the guards held his hand out.

“Ma’am, the boss requests that you give away your car in the duration of the meeting.” He spoke in a robotic tone.

Belle wasn’t even sure if he was looking at her directly since the shades were so dark but she gave him her car keys anyway. The feeling of emptiness eerily seeping through her already nerve-wracked body. She couldn’t even begin to imagine how Taehyung must be feeling around all of this.

They were led into the mansion by three guards. The entrance was really just a big hall that stretched across the whole expanse of the building. When they passed a large open archway then Belle could see the furnished details; a few couches circled around in the middle of the large space with the fireplace behind the sitting, a bar on the far right with some maids tending to the dust while there were stairs on the left leading to the upper level.

Why would they want meet them personally for a few hundred dollars? It looked like a small loss looking at the quality of this whole building down to the outfits their guards were wearing.

Maybe it was more greed than the amount of the money.

“Please be seated. Master Jeon will speak to you shortly.” The same guard declared before moving back to his post and standing there like a statue.

Taehyung and Belle sat at the couch that faced the fireplace. Thankfully the maids were kind enough to turn it on since she hadn’t realized how cool it was going to be in the house. They offered them tea which they both turned down. An empty stomach meant less likely for her to throw up from the anxiousness. Taehyung, on the other hand, lost interest for food altogether barely eating anything but crumbs.

She noticed the hollowness of his cheeks and the darkness under his eyes. How long had it been since she saw a smile stretching across his lips? Taehyung used to be filled with light and passion beyond anything Belle had ever seen. He was the reason she pushed herself to pursue her own dreams despite the side-eyes from their parents. He defended her passion. He protected from unfair treatment always giving her shine he thought she deserved.

Now Belle had to repay the favor. She needed to encourage her brother to restart his path back to one that made him happy instead of one that slowly destroyed him to the core.

Footsteps brought her back out from her thoughts, eyes trailing over to the stairs. A tall built figure dressed in an all-white suit with a button-up shirt to match, loosely done up so his gold necklace could glimmer in the light. Belle noticed the gold cufflinks shimmering from his wrists. Hair styled somewhat neatly with a side part and strands hovering his eye when he moved, lips a rosy hue and his face looked for younger than she expected.

When people said ‘drug lord’ she imagined a stumpy old creep with similar attire except traditionally unkempt with facial hair and untrimmed chest hair that hung over their shirts.

Despite his pleasant appearance, Belle was not going to be blinded to the fact that this man thrived off of her brothers’ suffering.

The man finally met her gaze after only glancing a little at Taehyung before sitting down on the couch in front of them. Legs spread apart ever so slightly, he leaned back with one of his arms extended out. “Mr. Kim.” He spoke in a soft tone, eyes going back to her older brother now. “Do you recognize who I am?” He searched his expression.

Taehyung kept his head lowered but nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Who am I?” He pressed on like a father calmly scolding his child.

“M-Master Jeon Jungkook…” He muttered helplessly almost glancing up to meet his gaze but quickly looking down once again.

“So you do know…” Jungkook nodded, pressing his lips together. “Here I was thinking you consider me a joke. Taking bags and bags of my products while assuming I won’t try to track you down. Is that you what you thought of me?” His tone grew firmer.

Unlike Taehyung, Belle kept her head up, maintaining her gaze on the stranger. It seemed like Jungkook had a good eye for noticing when he flickered over to look at her instead.

“No, sir.” Taehyung shook his head frantically. “I-I just n-needed to get my money together.” He explained in a shaky voice not noticing that his precious ‘sir’ was staring at Belle a lot longer than she was comfortable.

Maybe he was waiting for her to duck her head down like her older brother.

The urge to do so was stronger than ever but Belle persisted. Until Jungkook glanced over at Taehyung again.

Her brothers’ fingers trembled violently at this point. Belle itched to comfort him somehow but she wanted him to try and face on his own to some extent. Coming here and sitting next to him was already being far too lenient but she couldn’t let him do this completely alone. Not when the healing process was so fresh and people like Jungkook would do anything to make sure he stayed addicted.

“Where’s the money?” Jungkook gestured towards him.

Belle took a small breath, placing the envelope on her lap onto the glass coffee table. “One of your men said he owed seven hundred.” She spoke up now trying to keep her voice as steady as possible even though her heart was beating out of control. “The envelope has eight just in case he wasn’t accurate.” A chilly feeling brushed over her body when her savings just sat there on the coffee table. Nothing but petty money for Jungkook but to her, it was the only way she could afford the vacant building in the city for her boutique.

“And you are?”

“His sister.” She muttered, glancing over at Taehyung who let out a deep sigh.

Jungkook stared down at the thick envelope for a few minutes with a raised brow. “Jongho…” He curled his fingers in towards a guard who quickly rushed over to stand beside him. “Please escort Mr. Kim to the second living room for a moment. I’d like to have a word with Ms…”

“Belle.”

“Belle…” The corner of his lip curled up before he gestured again towards the man called Jongho and he immediately led Taehyung away from them.

Belles’ heart raced seeing his helpless face looking back at her not sure if he was trying to apologize or if he was terrified of why they were being separated. “Why’re you taking him away?” She asked, being as polite as possible but her tightening fists told a different story.

“I’m not going to hurt him.” Jungkook murmured. He leaned in to rest his elbows on his knees, eyes searching her expression closely. “I thought it’d be better if I had a private conversation with a more steady minded person rather than your brother.” He nodded behind her.

Her brows furrowed glancing down at the closed envelope before staring up at him. “We got you the money, why do we need to have a conversation?” Belle’s voice was low just enough for only Jungkook to hear and no one else. Not that she could raise her voice even if she tried from how closed up her throat was.

“Because I’m honorable to an extent but I also hate people taking advantage of my kindness.” Jungkook shrugged lightly. “Your brother had been freely given all the products he consumed and he waited three months to give me my payment.” He let his sentence linger in the air to add more effect. “Three months of losing product and receiving no profit in return is not a risk I like making, Belle. Nor do I want to make it again.”

“So…what’re you saying?” Belle thought of the worst possible scenarios. Would they take Taehyung away and punish him? Or kill him? Was he being punished right now and Jungkook was just lying to prevent a scene? She watched his soft eyes trail up and down her form trying to be subtle but Belle caught it immediately feeling the urge to hide away into the couch.

“I’m saying the deal’s changed.” Jungkook declared in the most casual way like you would cancel a simple outing to the mall. “Look I can get money anytime I want to…you know that, don’t you?” He tilted his head a little searching her features. “I asked for this personal meeting on the basis of principle. Taehyung and many people like him need to understand that we stand by codes just as much as anyone. I’m not a money pig that just drools and accepts cash when it’s given to me.” He raised a brow.

Belle winced lightly, shaking her head. “Then why are we here? What do you want?”

Jungkook did nothing for a minute and gave her a soft smile. “Something he can take a little more seriously than cash…well—someone.”

Blood drained from her body from her aching head to her toes. Belle pierced into his smug gaze hoping…praying that he didn’t meant what she thought. The last thing she ever looked to be afraid of but now became the ultimate bane of her visit.

A visit thought to be quick and sweet with cash exchanged. How could she be surprised? These people wanted so much but still asked for more. What more could she expect from the man that took just to have the power to take some more? “Taehyung’s a good man.” She whispered. “He won’t do this again.”

“That’s what a lot of people tell me for years about their relatives or friends, Belle.” Jungkook murmured under his breath keeping the conversation to themselves despite the maids and guards standing around. “My grandfather heard it…my father heard it…every single time those people come back begging for more and then we get blamed for the dead bodies.” He sighed in slight defeat but she didn’t buy it in the slightest.

There was nothing noble about this request. If he were any other man gaining the audacity to say something like this, he would expect a hard punch on his nose. Except now it wasn’t just her own safety in question. Nor was Jungkook any ordinary man who could be taken by police or a punch looking at his build. “What am I supposed to do?” Belle murmured, heat flushing in her body making her more exasperated than grateful at the running fireplace.

Once again, a smile stretched across Jungkooks’ rosy lips. If it were taken out of context you’d think he was some sweet boy admiring something. But the reality was far from that lie. “You’re not going to be my prisoner, if that’s what you’re asking.” He smiled a little wider, eyes glimmering. “I’m not that evil.”

Debatable.

“You’re a lot more intelligent than you let on.”

“You just met me.”

“But I meet a lot of people…a little too many. So I tend to rely on first impressions and hope I’m right.” Jungkook shrugged.

“And if you’re wrong?”

He chuckled under his breath gesturing over to his guards. “They’re not there for decoration…and I don’t always negotiate like this. I’m just having a good day.” She saw his expression grow dark but the smile still remained making him look utterly sinister.

Visions of Taehyung tied to a chair, sobbing flashed across her mind making her mentally slap herself back to reality. She couldn’t look weak in front of him of all people. That’s what he wanted…for people to cower in front of him as he spewed his threats around to get everything he asked for. But denying him completely and storming out wouldn’t exactly be the smartest decision either considering she didn’t actually know where her brother was. The mansion was still mystery to her and Jungkook could easily hurt any of them as he so subtly stated with that stupid, fucking smile.

“So…what do you say, Belle? Do we have an accord?”

-

Taehyung was led back into the main living room, slightly yanking off of Jongho’ grasp and giving him a glare when he walked away. He looked over at Belle, her back facing him standing in front of Jungkook. “Belle?”

Belle looked over her shoulder and gave him a smile as she walked closer. She let out a sigh of relief seeing no sign of injury on the older male.

“Did he do something to you?” After the longest time, Taehyung sounded like an older brother again looking after Belle whenever she looked the slightest bit distressed. “What did he say?” He whispered.

She stayed silent, gaze lowered to look at his T-shirt before flickering up to force a smile at him. “It’s going to be okay.” Belle murmured. “He even offered to pay for your rehabilitation and get you back on your feet.”

Brows furrowed now gaining the urge to glance over at Jungkook but he couldn’t seem to stop searching his sisters’ expression. “Why would he want to pay for—”

“I told him to.” Belle gulped, smile fading away into a small frown.

“Belle, we can’t pay him back for all of that.” Taehyung held onto her bare arms feeling the cold skin underneath his.

She nodded. “Yes we can. He’s only asking for one thing.”

“…What?” He whispered.

Belle bit down her bottom lip, chin quivering a little before she smiled again even though her eyes grew glossy. “He wants me.”

Taehyungs’ heart plummeted making his whole body feel heavy. “No…” He shook his head, grip tightening around her arms as if she was going to disappear if he let go. “He can’t do that.”

“I agreed.”

“Belle!” It was more a loud whisper than anything but it managed to turn a few heads. “He’s going t—”

“I know what he’s going to do.” Belle rubbed his chest soothingly. “But this is the only way I can help you.”

“You have the money, why won’t he take it?” He gestured towards the envelope on the coffee table which now looked long forgotten.

Belle lowered her gaze. “Because he thinks you’ll just do it all again. He doesn’t trust you.”

“And you trust him?” Taehyung retorted causing heat to bubble up inside Belle.

“I trust you to do your part in this promise.” She tightened her jaw, wincing as the lump in her throat grew painful. “Unless you have a better idea to escape a pissed off drug lord then you will do this.” Tears flooded at her eyes threatening to escape but her gaze persisted on him. “Please promise me you’ll try to get better from now on.” Her lips quivered. “I didn’t know how else to help you. But now you need to help me. You need to heal and get back on your feet.”

Taehyung brushed against his fingers through the hair rested on her shoulder. “What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me.” Belle shook her head as an attempt to reassure him but he didn’t look at all convinced. “I’ll be fine.” She smiled faintly, a few tears escaping down her cheeks which he wiped off gently.

“I’m so sorry…” He whimpered, fingers curling around her hair. “This is all my fault, I should’ve just come here on my own.”

“He would’ve killed you.”

“But you’d be happy.”

Belle chuckled sadly. “You really think I’d be happy if I lost you?”

“But you wouldn’t be here.” Taehyung side glanced over at the guards who looked completely unfazed by the whole ordeal while Jungkook had his back turned to them, gazing out into the garden outside.

“Everything’s going to be fine.” Belle wasn’t sure if that was directed at her brother or herself. Was this meant to be her big fork in the road? The path she was supposed to determine her whole life. Maybe her parents were right. Maybe she was amount to only one thing… but she’d be caught dead before she cowered begging before people like Jungkook. If he wanted her then he could have her. But he’d be an idiot to think she wasn’t going to use that to her own advantage one day. “We’re allowed to see each other so you’re not losing me, okay? I’ll be there whenever you need me.”

Taehyung sighed in frustration averting his gaze, boring holes in the back of Jungkooks’ head with his glare. “I want to kill him.”

“Then we’ll never get out of here.” Belle replied simply.

Finally Taehyung succumbed to his sisters’ wishes, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead before letting go, physically deflating as he was led out of the mansion by one of the guards.

One of them, same Jongho walked over to her. “I’ll drive him back safely, Ms. Kim.” He gave her a reassuring smile before following Taehyung out of the mansion.

The double doors closed blocking out whatever light that came from it leaving her empty.

“Taehyung will call you when he gets home. So you know he’s safe.” Jungkook spoke up now in a gentle tone but Belle kept her back to him. “And your personal belongings will be moved here in a few days.”

She licked her lips before lowering her gaze, letting a few silent sobs before wiping the tears away. “Where can I freshen up?” Belle looked down at her fingers seeing the light mascara smudges, trying to wipe at the corners of his eyes to wipe any traces away.

Jungkook seemed like he gestured towards one of the maids because a kind looking woman padded over and touched her on the shoulder.

Her grey hair wrapped up in a bun and the smile lines around her face showed when she gave her a sweet grin, making her look like the only person that seemed somewhat trustworthy in this building. “Let’s go upstairs, dear.” She held onto her arms and led her towards the stairs. “I’ll get some new clothes sent up as well.”

Belle didn’t glance at Jungkook but she could feel his gaze on her when she was led up the stairs to the now shared master bedroom.

-

Similar to what a hotel suite would look like, the master bedroom adorned a modern design with an opaque black curtains drawn to keep the room cool and ambient with the warm lights. A king-sized bed with classic white sheets with some gold detail matching the aesthetic of the whole mansion itself. There was a marble partition that had a small gap on the bottom with a modern looking fireplace on to keep the room warm, situated on the immediate left when they walked in.

On the other side of the partition was a desk with a closed laptop and some files. Another open archway on the right that led to a walk-in-wardrobe with lit up shelves that accentuated all the different shoes and shirts.

Upon walking through the archway into the wardrobe, on the right, there was the private bathroom just as big as every other small area in the monster of a bedroom.

Belle was led into the bathroom by the kind maid where she saw a shower that could have been the size of her laundry room, a sink just in front of it with a bathtub on the far end. The white bathtub contrasted against the grey marble floor with a large window that showed a forest-like view.

“It’s an illusion.” The maid explained as if to reassure her that her baths were not going to be displayed out into the world. “The Master asked for a glass case that held shrubs but the foggy forest is an intricate painting by one of the familys’ personal artists. He likes the feeling of being disconnected from the modern world when he’s relaxing.”

Normally the design would impress her greatly. The idea of having the illusion of a calm forest without the hassle of actually moving to one was genius and the greyish light gave the bathroom a relaxing morning feel. Right now however it made her feel more trapped than ever. Even the view outside was just an illusion in her new cage. Nothing felt solid and real at this point like Belle was a ghost floating around in a dream that never seemed to end.

“Your towels are over on the stand there, dear. I’ll have robes and a change of clothes brought to you outside soon.” The maid smiled patting her lightly on her arm. “Don’t fret too much, darling. I don’t think the master has any intention of hurting you.”

“It’s not him hurting me that’s making me nervous.” Belle smiled sadly, grateful that the woman even cared to reassure her somehow.

“Ah…” The maid smiled and nodded knowingly. “I’ll get you some of my special tea…it calmed me down on my wedding night.”

Belle’s heart sank seeing the woman smile at her a little sadly too. “Is the secret ingredient whiskey?” She tried to lighten the mood which successfully made the woman chuckle. Somehow seeing the way the woman helped her in her own way reminded her of why she was in this glass case in the first place. She remembered Taehyung smiling again, throwing away all the things that tarnished all the peace in his heart and being free. She needed to be strong.

“Not really but…I’ll see what I can do.” She whispered the last bit with a cheeky smile before turning on her heel to leave Belle in a few moments of solitary freedom at the very least.

-

It may have been dark by now.

At least when Belle peeked the slightest outside the curtained window, the sun had been dipping into the hills to give the sky a pinkish hue. Her heart pounded at the lack of notifications from her brother. Her body felt fresher now that she had a comfortable long white nightie with a thin robe to keep her arms somewhat cozy. But skin still heated up significantly with her anxiety.

Then minutes passed before her phone buzzed and her heart released a thousand sighs of relief seeing Taehyung’s name.

“Belle?”

“Yes it’s me.” Belle whispered with a biggest grin on her face from the sheer relief. “You went home okay? They didn’t hurt you?”

“No, no they were just… fine.” Confusion trailed in Taehyung’s voice. “That guy has way too much fucking power, they just dropped me off and left saying they’ll come back to drop me off at the rehab center. Normally his men tried to rough me up whenever they saw me.”

“That’s because they knew you’re the guy that doesn’t pay.” Belle cringed mentally hearing herself defend their actions but…she was a little too good at considering perspectives, she guessed.

“I guess…also I’m the one who’s supposed to be asking you if you’re okay.” Taehyung corrected but Belle let his words linger in the air for a moment.

Sitting in the luxury bedroom wearing a clearly quality robe with people working at her beck and call, in a first glance people would call her lucky. Digging deeper into the surface and seeing that Belle was manipulated into being in his position then people would call Jungkook a monster.

Was it only one of them? Was it both? Was it neither? Was this just a game that Belle had no choice but to play for a time until her brother got better? How far did Jungkook even think this through? Why was he so interested in manipulating Taehyung the most? Did he do this to every sister, brother or parent that came around? Did they even come this far?

“Belle, you still there?”

“Yeah…yeah, I’m okay. I’m just sitting.” She quickly explained.

The thoughts crowded in her head making it ache but thankfully the maid—her name she found out was Nana—gave her a piping hot cup of tea apparently laced with some herbs that helped calm anxiety and nerves. It was an ancient herb given to young girls so they could go through their wedding night without having an anxiety attack or breaking down. Blowing away some of the steam, Belle took a few sips ignoring the bitter taste on her tongue.

“I don’t know what he wants yet but I think I have an idea.” Belle spoke solemnly.

“You really don’t have to do this, Belle.” Taehyung whispered desperately.

“We don’t have any other choice.”

“You could just come back home and I’ll just handle it.”

“You had three months to handle it.” Her voice grew firm quicker than she even expected but she kept her head cool. Silence ran on the other end of the line making Belle sigh to calm herself down. “We just need to keep our heads. We’ll be fine.” She didn’t mean to make her tone sound so dreary but this wasn’t exactly the cheeriest of moments in her life. Her fingers absentmindedly played with the fabric of her soft nightie trying to empty her mind for a little while. “I need to go, okay? I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Okay…Belle…”

“Yeah?”

“…I love you. Be safe.”

The lump in her throat grew again suffocating her when she forcefully swallowed it down. “I love you too.” Belle whispered before hanging up. Taking longer sips from her tea now, it took a few seconds for her feel her limbs loosen like ice melting near a fireplace. Her body cooled down from her heated anxiety to a comfortable warmth she could melt into without the worries of the troubles around her.

For a moment, she could close her eyes and relish in the new found relief wanting to silently thank Nana for providing her this cup of momentary tranquility.

The door opened with the familiar white-suited man walking in giving her a glance as he shrugged his blazer off. “Nana got you some clothes…good.” Jungkook muttered, walking into the walk-in wardrobe and placing his blazer back before taking off his cufflinks when he walked back in the bedroom. “Is it comfortable?”

“Yes.” Belle replied, brushing her palms across the smooth sleeves of the robe. She never worked with satin a lot but whenever she felt it under her skin it gave her the tingle of pure luxury. “I just spoke to Taehyung…he came home safe.”

“I told you he would.” Jungkook murmured, unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging it off his shoulder before placing into a hamper for the maids to take care of.

Belle noticed the stencil like silhouette of a phoenix etched into the right side of his chest as he walked over to his side of the bed. “You kept to your word. Thank you.” Not that you deserve it but…common courtesy.

She caught a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips while he unbuckled his belt and threw it on the floor.

“Do I sense a little bitterness, Ms. Kim?” Jungkook mused.

“Why? You don’t like a little bitter taste on your tongue?” Snakes must get used to it by now, she thought.

“I know you’re not a fan of me.” He stated the fucking obvious. “But you could say no anytime. I’ll just deal with your brother without bothering you again.”

Belle tightened her jaw, gripping onto the fabric of her nightie averting her gaze forcing a long silence to plunge into the room.

Jungkook finally sighed. “I didn’t mean that.” He muttered but Belle was mostly trying to focus back on the relaxation the tea gave her again. “Our accord is as solid any other contract so I’m not allowed to touch your brother…while you’re still with me anyway.”

“Is this how you get all your girls?”

He chuckled walking over and standing in front of Belle, forcing her to look up at him. “Would you be pleased if I said no?” Jungkook placed an index finger under her chin while his thumb hovered for a moment over her lips.

“Only if it’s the truth.” Belle replied simply, her knees melting into the surface of the bed.

Jungkook smirked moving his hands into her hair. “I don’t invite just anyone in my bed, no. But you’re not just anyone.”

“Why do you think that?” She asked as he slowly leaned in closer, fingers sliding down the crook of her neck letting the sleeves of her robe and nightie slip down with a mere touch.

“Because you were the only one brave enough to come this far.” He whispered pushing down the other side of her sleeves to leave her shoulders exposed. “Girls love the bad boys but never seem to understand what they’re asking for.” Cold fingers brushed against her collarbones, across her chest up her neck until he finally caressed her bottom lip with his index finger.

They want a fairytale. Beauty and the Beast. But eventually they find out that the Beast was never a prince in the first place. They realize that a mere kiss won’t break the curse.

“You know exactly what you’re asking for… don’t you?” Jungkook asked in a tone of a warm coo.

I’m not asking for this, Belle bit her tongue. But I do know what I’m getting myself into. What you gave me no choice but to get into. She stared at him determined to keep his gaze no matter how much she wanted to close her eyes. He wasn’t going to overpower her, not in that way. I received a beast instead of a prince…but you’re not getting any vulnerable fucking princess either. Keeping her eyes on his, she parted her lips and took his finger into her mouth barely waiting for Jungkook to make any move before she began suckling on it.

“Of course you do.” The mere action was enough of an answer for the male as his smirk grew darker. Jungkook took his finger away pushing down her nightie and robe further down until her breasts were displayed to him.

Belle was grateful for the warmth from the fireplace spreading through the room at his point. But in mere seconds Jungkook used his glistening finger to brush across her nipple causing it to stand erect almost instantly. A light gasp caught in her throat as she pressed her palms on the surface of the bed making her chest push out a little. When she threw her head back a little, he quickly took the opportunity to devour her lips, tongue pushing against her teeth which she kept clamp shut.

Long enough for him to get impatient and bite down her bottom lip a little. Then she allowed him to push through and explore her mouth. Jungkook knelt down but kept their lips locked as he sneaked his hands under her nightie, pushing the soft fabric, nails grazing against her skin causing a tingle down her spine.

Belle lifted a little to let him push the dress further up until he completely pulled both pieces of clothing off over her head. Before she could even comprehend her exposure, he picked her up a little and shifted so she could rest her head on the silk pillows. Her heart raced against her ribcages but she stopped being sure of why at this point, instead she thought about the herbs Nana gave her. Maybe thinking about how it can help would psychologically increase its effects? Stupid but maybe.

When she looked down at the male out of curiosity, she saw him discard his pants and boxers before climbing back onto the bed.

Belle kept her legs closed loosely before he pushed them apart, hands gliding down her inner thighs to her panties. His thumb pressed against the clothing right against her hiding nub making her jerk her hips a little at the suddenly awakened nerves.

He didn’t waste any time to hook the hem of her panties and strip it off her before dipping down in between her legs. His mouth feasted on her clit, tongue licking around her slit before sliding in teasingly slow and moving back to suckling on her bundle of nerves.

Her chest rose and fell as her eyes focused more on the ceiling, biting onto her bottom lip, light whimpers emitting from under her breath.

Jungkook released her clit with a pop sound before settling his hips between her legs. His already hardened shaft teased her slit a little more, wet sounds tickling her ears before she felt him stretch her out.

A moan finally erupted from her throat, clenching around him making him groan.

“It’s okay…” He whispered in her ear when she turned her head to the side. “Does it hurt a lot?”

Belle’s head felt like it was trying to find a straight line in a completely scribbled piece of paper. Her core ached for a moment. She felt Jungkooks’ thumb rub at her clit making her walls relax a little as she focused on the light wash of pleasure rushing across her lower body. Slowly she shook her head moving back to face him again. “No…it’s okay.” She whispered, meeting his gaze when he still wasn’t moving. Leaning up she pressed a shy kiss on his lips.

It took mere seconds before Jungkook began moving in and out of her, still slowly rubbing circles on her erect clit.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, their foreheads pressed against each other as he grinded into her slightly nudging the spot that sent sparks through her body.

His pace quickened, both hands pressed down on the surface of the bed as he thrusted into her in a steady pattern letting the sounds of skin slapping linger in the air.

Belles’ skull felt numb, her mind locked up all her thoughts and allowed her body to succumb to his consistent pounding. Head threw back against the pillow as he chased his own orgasm, her own juices spluttering onto his lower belly. She hummed lightly under her breath which seemed to encourage Jungkook to go faster until the bed started to shift.

Jungkook lowered down a bit more, pressing wet kisses on her neck, trying to muffle his moans against her skin as his thrusts grew sloppy.

Belle felt a gentle wave of pleasure before Jungkook quickly pulled out with his release splattering all over her belly. She let out a small sigh, rubbing circles on her clit again to prolong her small climax before her bundle felt too sensitive to touch making her legs close up again. She watched the other male catch his breath still kneeling in front of her before crashing on the space beside her.

Whatever piece of physical satisfaction swirled around her body melted quickly into her chest clenching painfully. It didn’t take too long for her to notice all too clearly what spilt on her skin but Jungkook had already pulled out a wash cloth and wiped her clean. The traces still burrowed in her mind now.

Jungkook threw the wash cloth away before resting back on the bed again, shutting his eyes for a moment. Both of them catching their breaths and finally dwindling back to their fucked up reality.

“I can’t break this deal.” He murmured looking up at ceiling similar to her. “If I do, I’ll have to kill your brother.”

Belle swallowed the lump in her throat, a small tear spilling from the corner of her eye. “Am I supposed to be your sex toy until you’re done with me?”

“Contrary to popular belief, I’m not allowed to have…sex toys.” Jungkook sighed. “There’s another reason why I changed the deal.”

She finally turned her head to face him, brows furrowing. “What did you not tell me?”

The male took a deep breath before meeting her gaze. “My uncle and aunt have been forcing me to get married to someone of their choice. It’s gotten so pressing to a point where they’ve paid them to seduce me so it doesn’t look arranged.” Jungkook explained, running his fingers through his hair before resting on his head on his arm. “My rejections have stopped working. So I thought I should get a courtship with someone I choose before I’ll have to succumb to my uncle and aunts’ wishes.”

Belle could practically hear her own heart slamming out of her ears, more tears burning in her eyes. “So… you just…saw me and decided that you were going to make me your wife?”

“Did you want me to ask for your parents’ blessing or something?”

She averted her gaze back to the ceiling. “My parents are dead.”

“…I didn’t—”

“Of course you didn’t fucking know, we don’t know each other.” Belle inhaled a shaky breath before closing her eyes to calm herself down.

You are a fucking beast.

“Darling I gave you a chance to turn back.”

“So you wouldn’t hurt my brother.”

“Your brother was already dead if he kept going the way he did.” Jungkook winced a little before sighing in frustration. “I told you I’m not trying to be evil. A lot of people look at me when they want to see power. The world I live in chews up people who are too merciful.”

“My brother is innocent.” Belle sobbed lightly, forcefully biting down her bottom lip.

“He’s vulnerable to what I offer. Did you really think he was going to stop taking drugs just because he paid the money?” Jungkooks’ question lingered in the air for a while. “Correction: just because you paid the money.”

“So you want me to be your wife…” She swallowed thickly. “…or you’ll kill my brother.”

“When you say it that way, I do sound evil.” Jungkook pondered. “But yes. Everything else in the deal still stays the same. You’re free to do whatever you want.”

“Except leave you.” Belle corrected.

“Except leave me.” Jungkook confirmed in the most casual fucking tone ever.

Belle did nothing but stay silent and turn to her side, back facing him making the male sigh in slight defeat. She felt his hand on her shoulder squeezing slightly as if it was going to give her any kind of comfort.

“A lot of marriages can be worse than this, you know.” He squeezed it again. “You’re going to have to work with me for this to run a lot smoother, yeah? You did so well today.” Jungkook pressed a gentle kiss on her shoulder. “I promise it won’t feel so bad after a while.”

She knew now. Kissing the beast didn’t break the curse.

It made one.

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[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song epilogue (m).

Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher living with your best friend, and have never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire.

Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, romance, fluff, a final resolution, smut; oral (male receiving), penetration, got a lot spicier than i initially imagined, oc was feeling herself words; 6,503

↪︎ chapter index

chapters; i • ii • iii  • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue  (+ drabbles)

author’s note; fun fact, I’ve never actually written an epilogue before, but it felt fitting this time around, to tie up all the loose(ish) ends and satisfyingly bring it to a close – she says as if she isn’t writing drabble upon drabble (and more) lol but you get what I mean. I hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading ~ 

“The rabbits!” Seokjin cried out of the blue, jumping to his feet. 

Immediately you found yourself slumped into the sofa, having been leaning against him, cuddled up all morning. You sat up, confused as you looked at him. “What?”

His eyes were wide with panic. “I need to feed them! Arin will kill me if she finds out.” 

“Relax,” you chuckled, taking a hand in yours to tug him back to you. He stepped between your legs but kept standing. “They won’t starve to death. When did you feed them last?”

“Last night,” he thought. “Just after I came home from work. Maybe 7.” 

You checked his watch, seeing it was just gone eleven. “They’ll be fine for another half hour.” You stood up, tugging his hand again, but this time to lead him to the kitchen. “Come on, let’s take the stuff for brunch to your place.” 

You’d stayed in bed for a while this morning, just happily holding and kissing one another, still buzzed and definitely still basking in that post-orgasm glow. When you’d finally managed to escape the warmth of your sheets, you’d showered together. Your bathroom was a lot smaller than his – obviously – and your shower bath was even tinier, but you made it work, until you didn’t, Seokjin nearly toppling out over the side while simultaneously nearly getting rolled up in the shower curtain. Of course that had given you the giggles, but you’d composed yourself, finishing up, getting dry and then getting dressed for the day. Luckily, Seokjin had some clothes at your place, so he didn’t have to recycle the ones he’d slept in last night. 

You were treating this day like a Sunday, making the most of being lazy on the sofa before you inevitably had to go and cook brunch up. 

He stopped in his tracks, making you turn back. “You sure?” He asked, pulling you to him, nuzzling his nose against your jaw as his arms wrapped around waist. “I wanted to stay here this weekend.” 

You couldn’t stop yourself from chuckling, linking your hands around his neck as he placed a kiss behind your ear. “It doesn’t matter where we are as long as we’re together.” 

He pulled back to see you, his plump lips already curved into a smile. “You speak such truth. I’m forever awestruck by you.” 

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes, but that didn’t stop you from stealing a small kiss. 

Seokjin decided he wanted more, pressing kiss upon kiss to your lips with enjoyable hums. “I love you,” he declared causally after the last that lingered a little. Then he grinned. “How many time will I say that today before it gets annoying?” 

You smiled fondly at him. “You could never be annoying.” You got the last kiss. “I love you.” 

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A lazy day was a lazy day regardless of the house. After Seokjin made sure the rabbits were happy, fed and had fresh water, you started brunch, eating it on the kitchen island as the rain continued, falling down against the tall windows. Any other day you would have found the weather depressing, but not today. Not when you were bursting with happiness and beautifully content. Besides, that just meant you had even more of a reason to do nothing, cuddled up on Seokjin’s large corner sofa as you picked up the series the both of you had started watching a couple of weeks ago. 

At around 5pm you started toying with the idea of going out for dinner somewhere, but then you hadn’t brought along the right clothes and by now it was raining heavier than it had all day. The idea of putting on makeup made you feel even lazier, so you decided on takeout in the evening and a movie instead. 

As Seokjin was arranging the containers and plates around the coffee table, ready to dig in, movie ready to go, you slipped out a question. There’d been something on your mind all day, nothing major of course, but still, you didn’t quite know how to bring it up. 

“What time is Arin coming home tomorrow?” 

“I’m unsure,” he replied, briefly looking over at you before he opened up the black bean noodles. “I need to text Nana.” 

You nodded, opening you mouth to ask a follow up question, but hesitating last minute. He looked at you again, sensing your caution and raised a concerned eyebrow. You hated seeing him worried, so you rushed ahead. “Do you want me to go home beforehand?”

“No, of course not,” he exclaimed, before he furrowed his brow. “Unless you want to of course… If you feel uncomfortable.” 

“I don’t,” you were quick to reassure. You wanted to be there actually, if he was okay with it. “I was thinking her and I should clear the air.” 

You could see Seokjin deep in thought for a brief second before he nodded, sitting back against the sofa to take your hand. “It won’t be like last time. I promise.” 

Seokjin had already told you some of what he and Nana had spoken about Thursday evening, so you knew not to be worried about any potential conflict, but still, you didn’t want to blindside her. “We should probably check with her first though, right?” 

“Okay,” he agreed. Giving you a smile, he squeezed your thigh. “I’ll call her after the movie.” 

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“Should I turn off the lamp?” 

You nodded in reply, watching Seokjin lean over his side of the bed to flick the only form of light you had off. When he rolled onto his back, you immediately pounced, hooking a leg over his hip to settle yourself on top of him, your stomachs flush. It may have nearing 12am, but sleep was not the thing on your mind. 

“Oh, hello,” he responded, happily surprised as his hands found your hips, nudging you closer. 

“Hello,” you smiled, wasting no time with meeting your mouths. 

You were a woman on a mission, knowing exactly what you wanted. Today had been lovely, and yes, you’d already had sex today, but when had that ever stopped you before? You were happy and in love and just couldn’t keep your hands (and lips) off of your boyfriend. On top of that, you were just in a great mood, full of positivity. Nana was fine with meeting tomorrow and that meant you could all clear the air and move forward. You’d finally get to see Arin again too, you’d missed her.

Things were perfect, if you did say so yourself, everything heading in the right direction, and right now you wanted to celebrate that. With Seokjin. In the best kind of way. 

“I would have kept the light on if I knew we’d be kissing,” Seokjin murmured wetly against your lips, his tongue missing yours by a second as you started to trail your way down his chin, throat and then his chest, kissing over his pyjama shirt. 

He felt you start to undo the buttons, his cock beginning to rouse expectantly which was highly amusing for you. As you exposed more and more of his chest your lips followed suit, kissing down his stomach, past his belly button to stop just above his pyjama pants, the tiny hairs that littered the skin tickling. You pulled the shirt open, working your way up again, Seokjin helpfully keeping your hair out of your eyes as he tried to hungrily watch you at work, the light of the moon shining through the gaps in the drapes casting enough light to be able to make you out. 

He let out a shaky moan when you flicked the tip of your tongue against his right nipple, laughing at himself afterwards. 

Back at his mouth, you didn’t stay too long before you sat up, straddling him. 

“Where are you going?” He wailed, annoyed you didn’t want his kisses. 

But it wasn’t that you didn’t want them, more like you wanted something else… 

You moved downwards, covers collecting at the end of the bed as you slotted in between his eagerly opening legs, his hips bucking when you cupped his now fully erect (and trapped) member. You began to run your hand up and down it, a grin on your face as you looked up. “You’re so easy.” 

Eyes having adjusted, you saw his grin was a little more bashful, eyes half lidded as he admired the view before him. “Only for you.” 

Ever the flatterer, you had him inside the warmth of your mouth in no time. You weren’t shy by any means, especially now what with all the times you and Seokjin had been intimate, but there was something about being surrounded in near darkness that gave you a fresh surge of confidence. In the glow of the moon, you could make out Seokjin’s parted lips, his eyes piercing the ceiling, giving you a glorious view of his thick neck, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down slowly as his breathing got shallower, just enjoying the moment. He looked handsome as hell – mixed with that pyjama shirt pushed sinfully open, his toned chest and stomach on full display. For you. 

Taking him deeper, you reached for him, running your hands up his stomach, feeling the firm ridges of muscle. He let out a deep moan, looking down to take your hands in his, eyes heavy with desire as he clasped them tight. You eased up a little, smiling around his cock before you started sucking the tip, caressing your tongue over him time and time again. 

He lifted his hips up, eager for more and you wrestled one of your hands free from his to clasp it around the base of his dick, feeling how wet it was from your saliva as you slowly started jerking him off, placing small, wet kisses against his slit. 

With the hand still on his torso, he slipped his fingers between yours, head relaxing back, eyes shut once he felt you softly begin to massage his balls, coating them in the spit that had dripped down onto them. You took him deeper again, picking up speed as you bobbed your head up and down. The sensation just about exploded his mind. 

“Jesus, fuck, baby,” he gasped, free hand running through his hair and tugging at the roots. “If you keep that up I’ll cum.” 

You found it cute how bad his voice trembled, pulling off to smirk. “And is that a bad thing?” 

“Nope, it’s not bad,” he agreed, a little more himself now that you’d spared him for a few seconds. “I just thought we could do some other stuff too.” 

“Some other stuff?” you laughed, lifting on your knees to crawl closer to him. You continued to massage his balls, feeling them tighten. “Like what?” 

He took a shaky breath, rolling his hips into your touch. “Like…” He paused to groan. Now you were jerking him again, your thumb rolling small circles against his slit. “Sex.” He tried again. “I want to have sex with you.” 

“You do?” 

“I always want to have sex with you.” 

And impatient now, his hands gripped your waist, tugging you to him. You squealed, fingers slipping from his cock to land on his chest, the movement sudden enough to make you think you were falling. He kissed you hastily, a soft growl in his throat as his palm grazed over your ass, fingertips playing with the frill detail of your shorts. 

“I’d be inside you 24/7 if it was possible.” 

“God, I want it to be possible so bad.” You practically lamented, his mouth on your neck now, licking strips up and down the sensitive skin. 

He made another noise, cock twitching against your thigh. You felt impatient yourself now, hands finding the collars of his shirt to push it over his shoulders, needing to strip him. He lifted his back of the bed, letting you shimmy the item off before his hands grabbed at your vest, lifting it up over your head in no time. Your mouths met in a rush, his hands palming your breasts, making you moan out, nipples sensitive as he pinched them between his thumb and forefinger. 

You went to move, wanting to get rid of his pants but he stopped you, fingers wrapping around your ribs. 

“W-wait, wait, wait, wait,” he babbled, pulling you closer. “Let me taste them.” To explain further, he caressed a finger down your left breast, making you shudder. “Mine,” he whispered possessively and then you found yourself hovering over his face, his hands cupping the soft, sensitive flesh as he kissed and sucked them in turn. 

You could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter, shorts uncomfortable as he swirled his tongue around and around your nipple, nipping it gently as he pulled away. “I love your body,” he breathed – hard. “I love you.” 

“Mhmm,” you moaned deeply, watching him suck on the other boob now. Your fingers dug into the pillow, arms trembling with pleasure. “I love you, too.” 

He made a noise of approval, finally letting you break free so you could get his pants down over his hips. His erection was so hard by now it almost stood poker straight, veins angrily visible even in the faint lighting. Pyjama pants below his knees, he eagerly kicked them off the rest of the way, watching as you peeled off your shorts. Both naked, he moaned as you straddled him, sliding up and down his cock teasingly, coating it in your arousal. 

“Honey, please,” he pleaded. His voice shook. “Don’t tease. It’s not very nice.” 

“You tease me all the time.”

He groaned weakly, unable to think of a comeback. You sat straighter, chest wet and shiny in the moonlight, his doing, and you knew he could see it too, his dark eyes watching you silently – hungrily. He looked so good, you couldn’t wait any longer. Wrapping your hand around him, you ambitiously went for it, pushing down and taking him whole. It surprised you both, groaning together as you caught your breaths. 

Although, you didn’t give him much time to get used to the feeling of your warmth hugging him tight before you began to ride him hard and fast, bouncing up and down loudly before you stopped to swivel your hips. He could feel you everywhere, his eyes practically rolling back into his head as you continued your onslaught. 

“Y/N…” He murmured, voice weak as he watched you begin to bounce on top of him again, his hands travelling up your thighs to land on your waist. “Y/N,” he tried again, unable to piece together a sentence. “Shit, keep going like that…mmfph, yeah, just like that…” 

When you felt his fingers digging into your skin you wrapped your hands around his, pushing them away. “N-no touching,” you panted, feeling him lift his legs and fold them at the knee behind you, giving you something to lean back on. 

“Seriously,” he asked, sounding annoyed, yet dreadfully turned on. 

You smirked. “I want you to lay back and watch.” 

He matched the curve of your lips. ‘Oh, I can do that no problem, honey.” He stubbornly kept his voice steady, thrusting inside of you once before he stilled his hips completely. “Could watch you ride me all night.” 

On cue, he folded his arms behind his head, biceps bulging. The casual manner got you instantly hot, bouncing along his cock a couple more times before you leaned forward, changing the angle and in turn hopefully sending him crazy. You moved back and forth, griding all over him, your arousal soaking into his pubic hair. You were wetter than usual tonight, turning yourself on as you rode him, hearing the soft squelching where your bodies met, the pressure on your clit eliciting moan after moan. 

You stared him straight in the eyes, noticing the way his jaw was clenched tight, a muscle twitching in his left cheek, but he continued to persevere, stubborn to the bone. 

That was until he felt your breasts graze against him. His hips jerked up, moaning as he was unable to stop rolling into you, and you let him, let him fuck up into you, moaning softly. 

He grunted. “Someone’s getting tired.” 

You shook your head with a whine. You could be stubborn too. Sitting up, you attempted to bounce again but his hips were working too fast by now, his fists grabbing the pillow below his head to gain some momentum. You cried out as he thrust harder, Seokjin’s own noises of pleasure gasping out of him as if he’d been holding his breath. 

“S-seokjin,” you panted, shakily holding onto his thighs. 

He wasn’t relenting. If anything he fucked you harder. “Honey, just give up,” he said matter-of-factly, yet his voice was strained, veins in his neck visible. 

Confidently he brought his hands to your hips, knowing you wouldn’t stop him now, too far gone. You let your eyes flutter closed, concentrating on how good his cock felt inside you. The beautifully crude sound of him pounding into you. 

“Yeah?” He breathed. “Let me make you feel good now. It’s your turn…” 

You nodded, moaning brokenly, and in the blink of an eye you found yourself on your back, Seokjin situated between your spread legs, finding home once again inside the warmth of your body.

You grasped his shoulders, making more noise as he rolled his hips into you, and hooked your legs around his waist, wanting him as deep as possible 

“Uh-uh-uh,” he grinned, taking your hands off him. “No touching.” 

You started complaining but then he pushed your hands above your head, holding your wrists tight with one hand. “Nghnn. Seokjin,” you moaned, feeling him start to fuck you with his entire weight. His back looked delectable and all you wanted to do was rake your fingernails down it but you couldn’t. 

Although, being pinned down by him wasn’t such a terrible thing. 

After a couple of minutes he pressed the elbow of the arm that had you imprisoned into the mattress, careful not to squash you as he brought the other hand between your legs, beginning to roll your swollen clit between his fingertips. Gasping, your legs fell back to the bed, circling your hips in time with his motions, wanting to cum now that he’d put the idea into your head. 

He chuckled at your eagerness causing you to whine. “Why d-don’t you put those lips to good use?”

“Like this, baby?” He smirked, leaning his face in closer, mouth millimetres from yours, and you just about lunged, kissing him desperately. 

He matched that urgency, at some point unable to keep your wrists in place and as soon as he let you go, you had your arms wrapped around him longingly. A groan tore from his throat, thrusts more determined as he continued to rub your clit, and you could feel your back begin to arch, toes curling into the sheets. 

He could obviously feel you squeezing around him too, ripping himself away from your mouth with a moan of your name. “Y/N. Fuck.” 

That’s all it took for you to crumble, face contorting with pleasure as you stared up at him, pulsing around him uncontrollably. 

“You’re so pretty when you cum,” he cooed, removing his hand from between your legs as he pressed soft kisses to your mouth, your orgasm continuing to wash over you in waves. “Am I pretty when I cum?” He joked, but you were too far gone to snort, let alone reply. 

He kept rolling into you, determined to keep your pleasure going for as long as possible, and you almost felt overwhelmed, back arching higher as you clung to him, a tear escaping out of one eye to run down the side of your face. He kissed it away, continuing to adore you, voice cracking, close himself now.  

“You’re my pretty woman. So pretty.” He murmured against your lips and you kissed him hard, the last of orgasm rocking through your body. Holy shit, that was a powerful one. You felt lightheaded but couldn’t get enough. 

“Fuck,” he gasped, feeling the effects as you squeezed and spasmed around him, and with one final thrust he stilled, beginning to spill inside of you. 

You cupped his face quickly, hands trembling and pushed his head up, wanting to admire his face. His plump lips were parted and shiny, beads of sweat collecting along his hairline, gaze unfocused, eyelids heavy with the weight of his pleasure. He looked positively sinful. 

You gave him a drunken smile, your own eyes barely open, and told him simply, “You’re pretty when you cum.” 

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You awoke just as Seokjin was rolling over, a muscular arm reaching for you, pulling your body into his warmth. It was still raining, even harder this morning, but you didn’t care, not when you were so cosy and in love. You were still both entirely naked, which Seokjin took full advantage of, hand cupping a breast – nothing sexual in it though, more like a comfort thing. You smiled, eyes still closed and cuddled in deeper. 

“Where is he this morning?” 

There was a brief silence as he tried to work out what you were asking, but soon enough he realised and laughed, sound cracked and raspy with sleep. “He’s tuckered out after last night.” 

“Aw, diddums.” 

A Sunday morning without a boner? Blasphemy. His morning woods were part of the package, so honestly it was quite surprising to not feel him hard between your butt cheeks. 

Seokjin kissed the top of your head, making a sleepy sound, hugging you tighter to his body. “He just wants to stay in bed and cuddle this morning.” 

“That sounds perfect to me.” 

You honestly couldn’t think of anything better. 

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Once you eventually dragged yourselves out of the warmth of Seokjin’s giant bed, the rest of the morning and early afternoon went by in the blink of an eye. You had just about enough time for a quick lunch before Arin was due back at 2pm, and even though you were ready to meet Nana this time, you still couldn’t stop yourself from feeling a little nervous. It was only natural, you knew that, so you didn’t dwell on it too much, but as you heard the intercom start to ring in the entryway, signalling her arrival, your worry must have been written all over your face. 

“Hey,” Seokjin said softly, calling you as you hovered by the doorway of the family room. When he saw he had your attention, he smiled warmly. “Everything’s fine.”

You gave him a reassuring smile of your own, watching him answer the call to Nana before he opened up the front door, waiting their arrival. 

Arin came in full steam ahead, her little backpack on her shoulders, her carry-on hopping behind as she attempted to ram it over the step to get inside. Nana was only just getting out of the car, you could see her slightly from where you still stood in the doorway of the family room. 

“Hello, Arin.” Seokjin greeted, amusement clear in his voice as he watched his daughter struggle. “Did you have a fun time?” 

She was too busy huffing and puffing to reply and that’s when he finally took pity on her. He reached out his arm, “Let me take your case.” 

“No!” She insisted. She was a determined little thing. “I can do–” 

She never got to finish off her sentence because as she looked forward she caught sight of you smiling at her. 

“Y/N!” She squealed, case (and dad) immediately forgotten as she ran towards you. You weren’t expecting the wave of emotion that hit you when she wrapped her arms around your middle, face in your stomach, but it was there, and it got you right in the gut. You hugged her back. “You’re here,” she beamed up happily. 

“I am,” you grinned, swallowing back your wavering voice. 

“I missed you. It’s been ages.” 

You could always count on kids to be straightforward with their words. She was going to make you cry if she carried on like this. “I missed you too.” 

“It’s only been a week, sweetie,” you heard Seokjin say. 

Arin turned to him quickly. “It’s still a long time.” Then back at you. “I thought you’d never visit again.” 

You felt your heart constrict, and unsure what to do you looked over at Seokjin, finding him equally as afflicted by his daughter’s confession. Teacher mode activated then. “No, no. I was just... busy with work, that’s all.” 

You winced inwardly at your stupid excuse, not wanting to lie to her, but unable to really tell her the truth, especially at a time like this. 

On cue, you heard Nana’s voice greeting you. “Hi, Y/N.” 

You looked over to see her stood just behind Seokjin, a small smile on her face. She seemed a little nervous herself, which selfishly relaxed you. 

“Nana,” you smiled back, “hi.” 

Seokjin cleared his throat, taking a few steps towards his daughter and you. One look at him told you he was feeling the jitters too. This was brand new territory after all – for all of you. 

“Arin, why don’t you take your backpack upstairs and I’ll tell you when mommy is going home so you can say goodbye?” 

“Okay,” she agreed simply, pulling away from you to bound upstairs before she stopped abruptly. She turned back to Seokjin and ran forward with her arms forward. “Sorry, daddy. I forgot to hug you.” 

He chuckled, bending down to kiss her head before he ruffled her hair. “That’s okay. Now, unpack your things. I’ll bring your case up later.” 

She nodded, giving her mom a wave before her attention returned to you. “Will you still be here when I get back?”

“Of course,” you nodded, ignoring the fresh tug at your heartstrings. 

“She really likes you,” Nana observed just as you lost sight of Arin going up the staircase. 

You shook your head, chuckling as you replied modestly, “I don’t know about that.” 

“She does,” she insisted, smiling afterwards. “It’s nice to see. I’m glad she’s happy with everything.” 

You nodded, unsure what to respond with, but Seokjin saved the day. “Do you want something to drink?” 

Nana shook her hand. “I’m okay, thanks. I won’t stay long. I don’t want to interrupt your afternoon.” 

Seokjin gestured her to enter the room, then moved back to take your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he brought you forward, wanting you to go next, putting the hand on the small of your back instead now. His touch calmed you. 

“Sit,” he prompted Nana warmly, and she perched herself on the edge of the teal love seat. 

“I like what you’ve done with the place by the way,” she said politely, looking around. 

“You and me both know I just threw some new throw cushions down,” he laughed, attempting to ease the atmosphere.  

Nana joined in just as you sat down on the far end of the sofa. Instead of taking the seat next to you, Seokjin perched himself on the armrest, loosely throwing his arm around the backrest, fingers grazing your shoulder. 

Nana’s attention fell to you, her expression now serious. “Y/N, I want to apologise to you.” She began. “I was out of order last weekend. I was angry but that’s no excuse.” 

“I appreciate it,” you replied, finding your bearings. “I understand it was a shock to find out about me.” 

“It was, but I still acted embarrassingly.” She looked down at the floor, ashamed of herself. “To think that’s your first impression of me.”

She had said some terrible things, yes. Not only to you, but Seokjin too, but, Seokjin had also said plenty of cruel things back. You weren’t one to hold a grudge, especially if she was showing genuine remorse, which you believed to be the case. 

“We can start anew if you like?” You offered with a small smile. 

She visibly relaxed. “I’d like that.” Then she hesitated before deciding to carry on. “I meant what I said, it seems like Arin really likes you. I trust my daughter’s intuition.” 

“She really does,” Seokjin agreed with a hum, rubbing your shoulder. 

“She’s been talking about you over the weekend – not that I’ve been prying of course,” Nana was quick to clarify. “You’re good with her.” She looked you straight in the eyes. “Thank you for accepting my child.” 

You weren’t used to having this much praise and attention thrown your way, you didn’t really know what to say, but that was alright, you didn’t think Nana was looking for an outright response. You understood how important this was for her. She needed to trust the woman that spent time with her daughter, just like Seokjin had grown to trust you. It was slightly more difficult for her considering she wouldn’t be spending a lot of time in your company, so all she really had to go off was Arin’s opinion on you. It meant a lot to know she had given you a chance. Last week you had been afraid that might not be the case. 

You smiled gratefully. “She’s really special.” 

“Yes, Y/N says she’s a talented storyteller,” Seokjin mentioned soon after, helping the conversation along as if he could sense that you felt awkward with all the attention cast on you. He knew you too well. 

“Oh really?” Nana looked delighted, eyes on you as she waited for more information. 

You nodded, complimenting Arin coming easy to you. “The stories she wrote while I was her teacher were amazing.” 

“I have the copies somewhere if you want to read them yourself,” Seokjin offered. 

“I’d love that,” she beamed. “Thank you, Seokjin.” 

“No problem. I’ll find them this week.” 

Nana’s gaze happened to fall to Seokjin’s hand still comfortably on your shoulder then, and her smile faltered. In its place appeared guilt. “Listen, I... I hope I didn’t come in between you both because of last weekend.” She turned to you. “I know mine and Jin’s relationship seems toxic and it was until a few days but I,” she paused to glance at Seokjin, “I really want to change that.” 

“You know I do too,” he agreed. 

“I don’t want to fight anymore, or have things tense between us. We both love Arin.” She caught your eyes. “We all love Arin, so that’s the most important thing.” 

You looked down at your lap but nodded in agreement. Arin’s happiness was what mattered the most. 

“It is,” Seokjin replied. 

Nana smiled, satisfied, and stood up. “Okay, I should get going.” You both followed her, starting to walk towards the doorway. 

“Um, I managed to get that Wednesday afternoon free,” she told Seokjin, “is it okay if I collect Arin from school and take her for something to eat?”

“Of course. I know this great pizza place she loves if you want the name.” 

“She already told me about it,” Nana chuckled. “I think she was dropping hints, but directions would be great. Thanks, Jin.” 

“No problem.” He stopped by the staircase, voice raising quite a lot to reach Arin in her bedroom. “Arin, your mom’s leaving. Come say bye, sweetie.” 

In no time at all she was galloping down the stairs. “Will I see you Wednesday?” She asked her mom eagerly. 

“You betcha! How does pizza sound?”

“Yay, thank you, mom!” She squealed, going in for a hug as Nana bent down.  

“I’ll see you in a couple of days, okay, darling. I love you.” 

“I love you more,” Arin murmured sweetly, kissing her mother’s cheek. 

Nana kissed her back, chuckling. “Not possible, but okay.” Then she stood up, nodding to you and Seokjin with a small smile. “Bye both. I’ll see you Wednesday?” 

“See you Wednesday,” Jin confirmed. 

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You spent the afternoon playing board games together, Seokjin finding a bunch of his old collection in the attic and you had fun teaching Arin how to play, although she didn’t quite grasp the full idea of monopoly yet, wanting to buy everything in sight regardless of if she had enough money or not… It was funny to say the least, even more so when Seokjin was unable to refuse her, loaning her money from the bank time and time again. 

Where’s my special treatment, you’d teased quietly when Arin was distracted, secretly finding it adorable how much of a softie he was when it came to his daughter. 

“You know I’d buy you anything you want,” he’d replied with a grin, unable to stop himself from stealing a quick kiss. 

At around 6pm, you and Seokjin began preparing dinner for the three of you. Only you left him in charge for a little while when you followed after Arin who had gone to feed her rabbits, wanting time alone to talk with her. You hadn’t been able to stop feeling guilty about effectively lying to her earlier and after confiding in Seokjin about it while Arin was unpacking her suitcase, he’d suggested you speak to her about it. He agreed that honesty was the best policy from here on in (within reason, of course) and that she obviously understood something had been wrong last week else she wouldn’t have reacted the way she had when she’d seen you earlier this afternoon. 

She was only getting older and that meant as much transparency as possible when she was personally involved in something. She was at that age where these things would stick with her. Although hopefully nothing like last week would ever happen again. 

You stood by the doorway watching as she cooed and conversed with the Olive and Ariel at first, not wanting to interrupt. She was such a great little pet owner, making sure they were fed and watered enough, helping to clean their hutch, watching over them when they played outside. She adored them. 

After a few moments she noticed you. “Oh, Y/N,” she smiled, “is dinner ready?” 

You shook your head. “Not yet.” Stepping closer you joined her, watching the rabbits bound about. Seokjin had found the largest hutch imaginable. “Did you miss them?” 

“Yes, but daddy has been feeding them well.” 

You stifled a laugh, remembering Seokjin’s panic yesterday morning, but then crossed your arms, clearing your throat. “Hey, listen,” you began cautiously, feeling a little nervous. Arin looked up at you curiously. “Remember when I said I didn’t come over because I was busy with work?” 

She paused to think and then nodded. 

“I was lying actually, Arin.” 

Her eyebrows pinched together. “How come?”  

“Because… I didn’t want to worry you.” 

She took some time to process what you were saying before she shrugged matter-of-factly. “I was still pretty worried last week anyway.”

You smiled sadly. “I know, and I’m sorry about that. Your dad and I…” 

“Did you have an argument?” She was looking up at you curiously, finger playing with Olive and Ariel’s water bottle. 

“Something like that,” you nodded. “It was more of a disagreement.” 

“I thought so because daddy was sad all week.” 

Her honesty stabbed at your heart. 

“Were you sad too,” she asked. 

“Very.” 

“But you’re happy now?”

You smiled at her. “Yes, everything is all fine now. Me and your dad are happy.” 

She looked happy herself at that piece of information, relaxing visibly, but then she asked a question that caught you off guard. “Do you know if daddy and my mom are happy too?” 

“I think so.” You replied as vaguely as you could, not wanting to overstep the mark. But it didn’t feel right. You tried again. “I think things will be different from now on, Arin.” 

“I hope so. I hate it when they argue.” She sounded sad, her gaze cast to the floor. 

“I know. No one likes watching their parents fight.” you sympathised. 

“What about you and my mom?” She asked suddenly, changing the subject a little. “Are you happy?” 

“Yes, I think so.” You smiled at her. “I like your mom. She’s very pretty just like you.” 

Arin beamed and then added, “You’re pretty too.” 

You wrapped an arm around her shoulders, giving her a squeeze. “Thank you.” 

“Don’t worry,” she almost whispered, “I won’t use that word again.” 

You were clueless for a moment, not understanding what she meant but then it hit you. She carried on. 

“Not until we all decide. Mommy said I might call you that one day if you want me to.” 

For the second time today you felt emotional, throat tight as you choked up suddenly. You composed yourself expertly though, taking a breath before you smiled and replied. “That’s right. There’s no rush for when we all decide.”  

Arin nodded along happily and you took her hand. 

“Should we go and check on daddy now? See if dinner’s ready?”

“I think so.” She agreed, her eyes rolling slightly. “Last week he set off the alarms because he burned my chicken nuggets.” 

“Oh, gosh,” you said, soon spluttering out a laugh. Arin joined in. Seokjin had failed to tell you that (hilarious) piece of information. “Well then, let’s hurry.” 

Seokjin was searching the pantry for something when you arrived back at the kitchen. “Hey,” he said, shooting a warm smile your way. “How’s my two favourite ladies?”

You looked down at Arin, wanting her to reply and she beamed at her father. “Happy.” 

You nodded in agreement, catching Seokjin’s eyes as you shared a private moment, silently telling him everything was fine now. He shot you a playful wink then, closing the door. “That’s funny, because I’m happy too.” 

You moved closer to him, collecting the messy ties of the apron he insisted on wearing whenever he was in the kitchen to retie them properly. “We were just checking in to see if the chef was burning dinner again…” 

With a surprised huff, he turned to his daughter, eyes wide. “Kim Arin did you tell tales on me?”

Arin erupted into a fit of giggles, you and Seokjin joining in immediately. “Maybe…” 

“It was an accident. Happens to the best of us,” he tried to defend. 

“Sure, sure.” 

Arin was greatly amused by your flippant response, but soon grew sympathetic towards her dad, stroking his elbow. “It’s okay, dad, I forgive you.” 

“That’s very kind of you,” he laughed. 

“Should I set the table?” 

“And that’s very sweet of you,” he added, eyes shooting wide. “Thank you.” 

You helped her get all the cutlery she needed and watched her leave for the dining room determinedly. But your attention soon got stolen away, pulled into Seokjin’s warmth as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You hooked yours around his middle. 

“Okay?” He murmured, checking in as he placed a kiss on your forehead. 

You looked up at him, a smile on your face and gave his waist a squeeze. 

“Okay.” You confirmed. 

Everything was more than okay, actually. 

Everything was perfect. 

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

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[giorno-plays-piano]

Vicious

Part IX

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, all characters are adults.

Words: 1574.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V |  Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII

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You didn't know what else to say, feeling ashamed. Who cared about your family circumstances? Definitely not Steve Rogers, a man you met just a couple of weeks ago and who knew nothing about you. Why did you say something like that in the first place?

You didn't wanna look at his face and see him feeling guilty because he didn't know how to comfort you. You didn't need to be comforted. You didn't need anything at all. It was just a simple cold, right?

Despite that, you suddenly started talking from beneath your blankets, "I have a younger brother. When he was born, we found out he was having severe asthma. His childhood was terrible, he had constantly been sick, I remember him being in and out the hospital all the time. Of course, because of his condition, my parents spent most of the time with him. He was just a little sick kid."

You hated yourself for talking, for showing something to Steve he shouldn't have known because he wasn't your friend, but you couldn't force yourself to stop.

"On the other hand, I am lucky to have good health. I didn't really got very sick, so, well, I didn't need help like my brother. So, I'm used to taking of myself. I'm a big girl, I don't need my mom to dance around me just because I have a cold."

Of course, you didn’t. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, and even of Steve didn't show up, you'd be alright by yourself. You'd just take your acetaminophen, and then everything would be ok.

You kept silent, staring at the inside of the blanket and wishing Steve would just disappear, leaving you to your misery. You didn’t see his face, and you were glad you didn't. What he must think about you? That you were craving for his attention like a spoiled kid? Shit, it was so embarrassing. You were an adult, for goodness sake!

"I don't know about you, but when I had a flu sachet, it would make me fall asleep really quick. And when I was feeling sleepy, I would start thinking about the things I loved most because I hoped I would see them in a dream." Instead of feeling ever more ashamed, you listened to Steve's soft voice and thought you were lucky it was him being here with you now. "It actually worked, and I have been having my best dreams when I was asleep, sick. What are the things you love most?"

Surprised, you looked up at him and saw the most gentle expression on a face of a guy you had ever met. Why did he look at you like that? Why was there no pity on his face? Why was it making you cry like you were a ten year old kid? Before he could see anything, you hid beneath the blanket again and kept silent for a couple of moments to calm down.

"I love lemon pies my grandma used to make me, and her garden. She had tomatoes and cabbage and strawberries that smelled like summer. I loved watering them nearly every day because I thought I was a little forest witch who lived in her pretty cottage in the woods."

You didn't know why you were telling him this, but Steve has a strange effect on you. Or was it cold? You had no idea, but it didn’t really matter. All you were thinking about was the way fresh tomatoes smell when you'd leaned down to water them, and the sound of bees flying above strawberry's flowers. Your grandma was taking care of her cabbage - a very capricious guest in her garden - and you could hear her working, cursing grandpa for making the patches too wide in that funny voice of hers. Then she'd stood up, wiped the sweat with the back of her hand, and called you to come back to the cottage because if was time for dinner. You'd run to wash your hands in a barrel of water near the big apple tree when grandma didn't see, and soon you were sitting with her, eating her famous cabbage soup and then having a piece of a lemon pie because you worked so well today.

You could almost feel the taste on the tip of your tongue.

By the time you woke up, Steve was long gone: it was the middle of the night, and instead of him you saw a thermos with a still warm chicken soup on a chair, waiting for you. He sent you a message that you could call him at any time of the day - or night - and that he wanted you to have a bit more sleep to get better. After you had a few more sips of his soup, you fell asleep again, feeling warm and fuzzy.

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The weekend went fast. It was the first time in several years you spent so much time in bed. Steve kept appearing at your door from time to time with a new bags of food despite you telling him you had your own, but he always insisted you should it something fresh and warm. Surprisingly, he wasn't the only one at your door: Thor suddenly showed up with his whole team, bringing you notes for the upcoming exams they collected altogether, apparently. Loki sent you a message if you needed anything, and Peter left contacted you on Instagram, leaving you links to games you could play so you wouldn't feel bored. Even Bucky gave you a call, asking if he could come and give you a few packs of Neo Citran for your cold, but you kindly refused: Steve literally brought you a yearly supply of this.

It was strange. Of course, when you were in high school, your friends grew worried about you when you had been sick, but there was nothing else to it. Wasn't it always like this? Nobody came to see you. Nobody brought you soup or gave you meds or anything. Despite feeling embarrassed, you realized you actually liked it when somebody was close to you like that. It was comforting seeing Steve popping up and not having to worry about how pretty you looked: he laughed when he saw you getting all shy because you were in your pyjamas. He said he definitely didn't expect you laying on your bed in an evening gown.

Before you realized it, you were already getting better. It was just a cold, really. Soon your throat was no longer sore, and while you were still sneezing, your temperature dropped down to normal, so on Monday you were ready to come back to school as planned. Funny enough, you no longer cared if you passed your exams, having 100%. You didn’t talk about it with Steve, but Peter was laughing like crazy about that when you told him.

Funny. They no longer looked so scary to you. They were just a couple of boys, weren't they? Regardless all those scary rumors and stuff, they were just guys. Maybe they were weird and stupid and a little bit scary because you didn't know them, they were still alright. Thor said it to you, didn't he?

Monday was Bucky's day, so, once you were done dressing, he nocked at your door: you were feeling a bit shy, watching him in that leather jacket and torn jeans he kept wearing the whole year around, apparently. Barnes looked like a teenage girl's dream. He smelled like cigarettes - although he said he was trying to quit - and pinewood. Just like Thor, he liked to skip classes he didn't enjoy much, but he was smart enough to pass the exams. Funny enough, he had a motorcycle.

Again, you wondered how come girls weren't coming from a city on a bus just to go see him.

"Are you sure you’re feeling better?" He asked you softly. "You can stay home today."

"No, no, I'm perfectly alright, thank you! How are you?" Smiling, you closed the door and hid the key in your bag.

"I'm good, thank you."

He didn't speak much, but as you walked in silence, you thought it was comforting - not talking at all and feeling good about it. While Bucky looked like a scary biker, in fact, his calm and friendly demeanor only helped you relax around him. Besides, it was funny how students seemed to give him way whenever they saw him, and you thought if Steve was the King, then Bucky was the Knight.

Before you went into the your classroom, he suddenly stopped you, "Listen, I wanted to say I have your stuff."

You blinked, "What stuff?"

You didn't give him any of your stuff. Actually, after Steve gathered you all in the student council room, you only met Bucky this morning for the first time.

"The stuff those freaks took. Your... your clothes, I mean." He muttered under his breath, and you gaped at him.

Your underwear. He found your bra and panties those guys took from your room.

"Wait... how?" Staring at Bucky who, apparently, was feeling a bit embarrassed talking about it, you thought how on Earth he got those things.

There was only one way he could, right?

"Bucky, was it you who beat those guys?"

It took him a couple of seconds to turn his face to you and then sigh, "Yes, it was me."

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[jungxk]

just one (viii)

summary: the only guy on campus who’s track record trumped that of your best friend’s - park jimin - was jeon jungkook. not that that was a problem…until he set his sights on you.

notes: first of all i wanna thank the people who supported me and encouraged me through one of the worst writers blocks of my life. all the messages and comments are the reason why i finally managed to post this. special thanks to @whippedforkook for helping me with the monstrous tagging process as well as giving me so much praise. and also @lonelyending for cheering me on for a literal YEAR bc thats how long i cried over this fic! this story is so special to me. we’re in the home stretch now x

warnings: mentions of illegal drug use and distribution, swearing, brief smut.

genre: drama, romance, humour, college!au

wordcount: 8k

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part i // part ii // part iii // part iv // part v // part vi // part vii // part viii // part ix // part x

x

4 years ago

x

jimin hated yugyeom.

well, maybe hate was a strong word. he just didn't like talking to him, being around him, hearing his name or interacting with him on any level, social or otherwise. he really tried though, since he was one of jungkook's closest friends and still respectfully referred to him as hyung above all else. and if anything, jimin would always have a soft spot for jungkook, the kid he used to coddle when his own brother wasn't around. but having said that, there wasn't really much basis for not liking yugyeom. it was just a gut feeling jimin couldn't explain, a very subtle callousness about him only jimin could pick up on. for the most part he was just like very other mild mannered boy by day and party animal by night, but jimin still ducks when he sees him enter the library.

"fuck," he hisses under his breath, scooping up his laptop to stride behind a book shelf for good measure. because sometimes, contrary to popular belief, jimin wanted to be alone. he didn't want to make small talk or listen to someone tell him about how well they scored on their last paper or complain about their annoying girlfriend. sometimes jimin wanted to have no thoughts and listen to fleetwood mac as per his human rights. which is why he shoves into the first private study room he sees.

and not an empty one at that. there's a girl inside, sitting cross-legged in her chair at a desk with an array of dried up paint tubes and brushes surrounding open sketchbooks. you don't look annoyed or even that phased, just amused as you give him a once over before going back to painting. "on the run from solji?"

jimin blinks, back still pressed against the door. "huh?" he regards you properly. "i'm sorry, have we met before?"

"not really," you admit with a sheepish smile, which is when jimin suddenly realises that you're...attractive. "solji is in my stats class. you hooked up with her last week at some party and she told me about it."

"oh," jimin takes in your plethora of art supplies. "you don't look like a stem student."

there's a glimmer of something in your eyes, and though you hide it well jimin knows he's struck a nerve. "yeah, i get that a lot."

"it's not solji by the way," jimin clarifies. for some reason. "that i'm hiding from. just a bellend i don't have the energy for right now."

you smile. "it's fine. you don't owe me your life story."

"i do when i'm about to impose on your...study time," jimin peers through the window in the door, wincing when yugyeom enters the hallway. "what would it take for you to let me stay in here for a while?"

you pause for a second. "honestly? just be quiet and leave me alone. is that okay?"

jimin perks up, a weight leaving his chest. "perfect, actually."

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[jungkook 11:42pm]: why does it say wings on it

[jungkook 11:42pm] where is it flying

[you: 11:43pm] ffs kook

[you: 11:44pm] im still on the toilet can u just hurry up

[you 11:44pm] grab some tampons too pls

[jungkook 11:46pm] fine what size pussy do u wear

[you 11:46pm] i hate u

[jungkook 11:53pm] ???? ? ? well? ????

[you 11:54pm] REGULAR 

jungkook giggles at his phone, already having left the women's sanitary aisle to grab some chocolate. months later and teasing you was still bundles of fun. he knew for a fact that you were sat there with that angry pout on your face, nose crinkled. he had never bought anything like this before, but jungkook had enough brain cells to know that chocolate was another necessity for that time of the month. after grabbing a large hazelnut bar, he pauses beside the oreos before grabbing a packet of those too. just for good measure. he strides to the self checkout - because even he wasn't man enough for the cashier yet - nearly dropping his array of sanitary products and confectionary when somebody calls out his name from behind the queue.

"kook!" the voice is unmistakably yugyeom's, confirmed by the hand that clamps jungkook over the shoulder and swivels him round before he could think about hiding his socially compromising shopping items. it takes a second for yugyeom to notice, doing a double take at the pads atop his small tower of goods. he holds back a laugh, balancing a bottle of gin in one hand while he waves back at some friends to continue. they were clearly making their pit stop before a night out, probably pre's if they still start as late as jungkook remembers. with his hair styled and expensive cologne lingering, jungkook almost forgets he probably looks unrecognisable in his sweats and cotton-fresh hoodie. friday nights weren't for cuddling. still, yugyeom's smile is welcoming and familiar. "got the munchies? and maybe also a uterus?"

"shut up," jungkook grumbles, averting his eyes. he shifts to his other foot uncomfortably. "my friend just needed a favour, that's all."

"uh huh," yugyeom gives him a teasing look. "is this friend the reason why i barely saw you at jin's the other week?"

jungkook blinks back at him. "wait, you were at that party? i had no idea!" a boyish smile breaks over his face. "why didn't you call me? i haven't seen you since-"

"minseok-hyung's new years eve party," yugyeom throws his head back with a laugh. "remember how we ended up on a boat after the ball dropped and-"

"spent all of new years day detained by the coast guard!" jungkook finishes with a mischievous cackle of his own, nearly dropping the tampons in the process. "fuck, that was so much fun! we need to meet up again, i haven't been out with the guys in so long."

"well no wonder," he quips a brow at jungkook's shopping again. "word got out you're a family man but i didn't believe it. until now, that is."

jungkook's smile falls. "what do you mean?"

yugyeom looks at him for a second, confused by jungkook's surprise. yugyeom was never quite as diplomatic as namjoon or yoongi, to put it lightly. and definitely nowhere near as accomodating as jimin. which is why his next words make jungkook's back stiffen. "bro, look at yourself. you got dairy milk in one hand and tampax in the other. on a friday night. the next time i see you i wouldn't be shocked if you had a baby buggy and a mortgage." still, yugyeom throws him an apologetic look. like a mouse caught in a trap. "face it, kook. you're old news."

"what? that's not true," his brows furrow unhappily. "i don't know what you're talking about. it's not like she's my..."

he can't say the word, but it hangs between them like a dead weight.

"yeah, right," the condescending look on yugyeom's face was starting to agitate him. "you totally blanked us at jin's after she showed up. not even just jin's..." he thinks twice about holding his tongue, but as always, decides against it. "i don't know you, jungkook. whoever this new jungkook is. it's been months. you used to hit us up and be independent and spontaneous and wild and now you're just...someone's boyfriend.

"stop fucking saying that," jungkook snaps, all visible signs of friendliness gone.

"why?" a beat. "do you even use a wrap with her anymore?"

jungkook splutters, heat rushing to his ears and hands in a stinging combination of anger and embarrassment. "how is that any of your business? the fuck are you asking me something like that, as if you-"

"thought so," yugyeom looks away from him with a sigh. if anything, yugyeom knew never to overstay his welcome but that clearly backfired tonight. "whatever, jungkook," he looks over his shoulder at him. "guess you're the last one to find out you're officially married."

"you're ridiculous," jungkook scoffs. "all this over condoms? grow up, yugyeom."

"only couples do it raw," yugyeom turns away from him, alcohol in tow as he waves a hand over his shoulder to join his friends like jungkook was nothing but a lost cause. "you would remember that if you still had game."

jungkook stands there, dumbfounded while the group of boys exit the store noisily but he can't hear a thing. the siren that had been itching the back of his mind all this time was suddenly there at full force, right between his eyes. the glaring truth that yugyeom might be right makes his knees buckle. all those rules jungkook once had, all those measures he kept in place to protect his liberty, to prevent this very occurence - where were they? what happened to them? as the sweet and accommodating counterpart to jimin, why had you never complied? though, the blame wasn't on your hands alone. he got complacent, comfortable. lenient. and now without even realising he was here, a scene from a romcom in the middle of the night, with nothing to say for himself but fuck. the realisations wouldn't stop racing, one after another on the conveyer belt of his anxiety.

the photos on his phone; mostly you. time spent, usually with you. the portfolio for his latest photography module also had some resemblance to your interests. charcoal pencils, night drives, orchids. like the ones you always drew on any scrap of paper lying around. now that he thinks about it, he's seen nothing but your orchids for months. and not just that - you wore his clothes sometimes too. his bathroom had your toothbrush, contraceptive pills and coconut shampoo. his closest friends, his hyungs...not one of them was devoid of affection for you. he wasn't even confident that if the choice was presented, they would still pick him over you.

by the time jungkook finishes paying and practically sprints to his truck in a daze, he can hardly keep himself from shaking. he palms the wheel compulsively, he could feel the sweat in his sideburns, hoodie suddenly suffocating him. it smelled of you.

and then, like a final curtain call: was he just your latest fixer-upper project? some good girl wet dream to play out in the wake of your emotionally traumatic past? a slap in the face to seokjin, maybe, and nothing more? when you were done, when he was out of your system, when you knew his taste by heart and had nothing new left to try - would you stay? did you even know how to?

did he?

jungkook starts the engine. he drives to your door, drops your bag of snacks and pads on the porch, and texts you before leaving. he does not go inside.

x

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"you sure you'll be okay with just the boys?"

you scoff at seulgi when she pins you with a worrying look, taking some of her clothes out of her bag to re-fold them just so you had something to do with your hands. jisoo had already left for the long weekend with her family, so there was no one there to fill up the empty space between your awakward reply. you didn't know how to tell the girls that jungkook hadn't contacted you in nearly a month. and even though he was a notable flight risk from the beginning, you couldn't help but feel like there was hostility there. every now and again he'd at least send a nude or have a quick phone call when he was drunk or high at three in the morning, but you hadn't heard a peep from him. you couldn't stand the idea of someone you cared about harbouring comtempt for you, but the fear of reaching out and somehow making the situation worse outweighed it tenfold. 

you look up to see seulgi still staring at you with concern. "of course i'll be fine! they're boys, not piranhas."

"at least piranhas contribute our ecosystem. boys just cause problems for the hell of it," seulgi lays a hand on the crown of your head like a berating big sister, swivelling you to look at her in your fit of giggles. the urge to nestle you under blankets like a baby bird made her chest heave, and you could tell. "i'm serious. if jimin tries anything, call me immediately okay?"

"jimin?" you snort. "out of a room full of delinquents, my ex, and taehyung, you're worried about jimin of all people?"

seulgi wrinkles her nose. "god, when you say it like that its like i'm throwing you to the dogs." she pauses. "something's up with jimin. i don't know what it is, but he's...off."

you tilt your head innocently, remembering the brief interaction you had with hobi at seokjin's party. you had been so caught up in jungkook - or lack thereof - you hadn't thought to press him about it afterwards. in truth, jimin remained as...jimin as ever. if he was acting differently you certainly couldn't tell. "you think so?"

"mmm," she leans on the lip of the open suitcase thoughtfully. "but maybe with jungkook there, he'll behave himself."

you gulp, fiddling with his watch on your wrist anxiously. "maybe."

x

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you nearly yelp when you feel a big hand swivel around your waist, bucking into the kitchen counter reflexively. jungkook always did this before rubbing his boner against your ass, but the light scent of citrus and short squeeze lets you know immediately that its taehyung. hoseok, jimin, namjoon and yoongi were still in the living room playing video games, giving taehyung the perfect opening to intercept you. namjoon and yoongi had insisted that you come over to their place after finding out you'd be alone for the weekend, and you had completely refused before taehyung's coaxing. and of course, jimin's persuasive nudging. even though you felt safe and relaxed here, it felt wrong to be in jungkook's friends' place without him. almost like a breaching of an unspoken boundary.

and clearly, taehyung picked up on your discomfort by the way he stared at you so softly. his back was to the sink, his sillhouette particularly long and lean this evening. "you need to lighten up, princess. you keep looking over your shoulder so much it's making me nervous!"

your visibly droop with a sigh. "i'm sorry tae. i've had a lot on my mind lately, and..."

he claps his hands on your shoulders, teeth peeking through his grin. "you're not doing anything illegal by being here without jungkook."

you wince at his name. "have you always been able to read my mind like this?"

"absolutely," taehyung's brown eyes look so rich up close. "you're allowed to have friends that are also his friends, because - and try to stick with me on this - relationships between people are allowed to be independant from the primary circles they met in. mind boggling concept, i know."

you wack him on the chest until he laughs. "stop making fun of my anxious thought processes! its called mental illness, sherlock! i can't help it!"

his nose scrunches cutely, enjoying your first fiery outburst of the day. "whatever. i call it not getting laid for a month and losing critical thinking abilities from it."

you gape at him indignantly while taehyung roars with laughter. "you're such a dickhead," you hiss through gritted teeth, yanking his hair and jabbing your fingers in his sides the way you would with jimin during a tickle fight. "whores have feelings too, taehyung! whores have feelings too!"

you both fall about with laughter, knocking over half the snacks on the counter in the process which only makes the pair of you laugh even more. it's such childish chaos trying to clean up the mess on the tiny kitchen floor that neither of you notice the front door open, or the gust of metaphorical and literal wind that follows. watching taehyung trying to salvage a bag of broken crisps is just so funny that the presence of an another voice in the living room goes unregistered, as do the footsteps leading up the hallway to the kitchen, so you have no time to brace yourself or properly pull yourself together with you see-

"...jungkook."

yours and taehyung's heads snap to the doorway. jungkook stands there with almost complete lack of emotion on his face to the pair of you kneeling in crumbs and napkins. there's a brief pause where the tension in your eye contact alone was so strong that it felt wrong to breathe. but it is shortlived. jungkook tiptoes over you like spilled milk, reaching for a glass of water. you and taehyung lock eyes while the tap runs in the awkward silence. "hey. you okay?"

"um," you're not sure whether to stand up, hug him, look at him, or even face him. "yeah! yeah, i'm fine."

he nods politely. "hyung?"

even taehyung looks visibly uncomfortable. "i'm good."

"cool. see you later," he says, downing the glass impressively fast before leaving the room just as fast as he entered it.

you and taehyung stare at each other again, not understanding why you both feel like kids caught eating cake before dinner. you could feel the sweat pricking at your back from the realisation. jungkook had no idea you'd be here, and given that interaction he'd probably want to leave now. there was always the inkling woven between his radio silence that he was done with you, but you never let yourself take it seriously out of logic. because how could months of passion and tenderness and honesty be undone so irrevocably like that? it didn't make sense. you hadn't changed. you were the same girl he hit on relentlessly and chased against all odds. so what was different now?

"____," taehyung calls your name gently, and it's only then you realise you're already up and trailing after jungkook into the living room. when you walk in he's already putting his shoes on to leave again, barely making eye contact with you while he chats absently to his hyungs so he can look busy. the four boys on the large sofa can only reply wearily, eyes darting between the pair of you like a firework was about to blow to soon. and it was.

you could feel it in your throat, under your breast bone, bubbling up your stomach. "wait, jungkook. um...h-how have you been? i haven't heard from you in-"

"i've been good," he keeps tying and re-tying his laces without looking up. "super busy. you know how it is."

his curtness makes you flinch. this same time last month jungkook used to kiss you senseless before he had both feet in the door. he'd ring the doorbell incessantly like a child and greet you with the biggest, toothiest grin you had ever seen. he'd make fun of your bed head and squeeze your cheeks until you'd snap at him. and now when he looked at you he hated every second of it. your mother had the same look. your eyes start to burn involuntarily. "yeah, i do. how is uni? your final project is due soon, right? what theme did you pick in the end?"

"the one i told you about," he stands up abruptly. "sorry, noona. something came up. i'll see you arou-"

"something came up?" you step closer to him. "something came up the second you saw my face? or did you really just trek all the way to your hyungs' place for a glass of water, jungkook?"

jungkook stiffens, but is determined not to lose face. and it's difficult to do under your big, accusatory eyes and jimin's death stare at his back. the whole room was waiting for his response, so he just shoves his hands in his pockets resolutely. "i needed to see yoongi hyung, but i can come another time."

you fold your arms. "well it's clearly important, and you're here now. so don't let me stop you."

"but you will stop me," jungkook snaps. "that's the problem."

"kook-ah," yoongi warns quietly, but he took one look at your face and knew the damage was done. jimin was already standing up, circling around the back of the sofa towards you. the red lights were all there; your watery eyes, your trembling hands. every breath you took looked difficult for you to complete and only jimin noticed.

"what are you talking about?" you squint. it takes you a second to understand; yoongi's guilty expression, jungkook's indifference. "oh, you're fucking kidding me." your resolve breaks for a second turning away only to glare back at jungkook with so much fire you can hardly stand it. "you're selling again? are you insane, jungkook?"

"see," jungkook's eyes are stony. "i knew you'd get this way."

"what other way am i supposed to get?" his lack of response only infuriates you more. it felt disrespectful. "jungkook, you're not a kid anymore. if you get caught with drugs the consequences are serious! forget the potential jail time, you could get kicked out of university, it would go on your record forever and-"

"stop talking to me like i'm a kid!"

"then stop acting like one!" you hate raising your voice, but it keeps climbing without your approval. "did you think about this for even five minutes? this isn't like just going to juvie like before and being done with it jungkook. your hyungs can't bail you out of everything."

"this is a lot of talk for someone who lapped up those fancy paints without a second thought," jungkook says darkly. his eyes aren't like you remember, his face solemn and near unrecognisable. "or did you think that getting that kind of money overnight is only something that's possible through daddy's credit card?"

dread blooms like a garden inside you. "that's...that's how you bought the paint set?"

"welcome to the real world," he quips. "as if selling overpriced weed to a bunch of pick-me-freshmans is considered a crime against humanity to anyone but you."

"you think that's why i'm yelling at you right now?" your voice was growing hoarse, desperate. "you think that's the problem i have with you being literal drug dealer, jungkook?"

he hates it. the sweltering silence, the judgmental eyes digging into his back, the slow realisation that the tears in your eyes were not at him but for him. jungkook's ears ring enough to make him sway on the spot if his feet weren't planted so firmly on the dingy carpet, this metaphorical ground. he couldn't shake the feeling that his lifestyle was only an issue now because of you, how he never felt a shred of guilt about any of this shit until he met you. and if there was anything that jungkook never responded well to, it was pity. and he could feel it from every person in the room, all people that that once cherished and coddled him until you came along. he swallows, throat dry from the way he couldn't look at you knowing what he was going to say next.

"you're embarrassing yourself, noona. you're not my girlfriend and you never were, so stop acting like it."

cotton. it's very faint, under the layers of conflicting cologne and beer and smoke, but jungkook still smelled of cotton while he spat acid. nobody could speak, even though jungkook never raised his voice let alone a hand to you, it still hit like a slap in the face. it sunk into the walls, your clothes, suddenly every hair on your body felt heavy with it. dirty. the shame came first, the humiliation next. and then the sorrow, the dread, and finally the defeat. you knew the stages well by now, and they were cycling through you like clockwork. how foolish you were, to make the same mistake again. nobody dared to move, everyone but jungkook staring at you in denial and horror. they couldn't believe their eyes when you nod steadily, bowing your head to the floor.

jimin is already slotting himself between you, his jaw tight. "that's enough, kook. just leave already."

"no," you stop him, unnervingly resigned. that single word cuts through all six men with ease. "he's right." you step around jimin, closing the space between you and jungkook. for a brief moment he wonders if you'll actually hit him, but somehow watching you unclasp his watch from your wrist and drop it on the coffee table in front of him is far worse. the sound seems to ring like church bells, definitive and umistakable. "you're right, i'm not your girlfriend. you win jungkook."

they all watch you leave in dismay, listen to the door closing softly behind you. within a second jimin sprints after you, calling your name, leaving everyone else dumbfounded. jungkook's stare could bore a hole into the abandoned watch on the table, still ticking away like nothing changed. like his eyes weren't burning, lightheaded at the realisation that he would never wear a watch again let alone the one he put on you.

x

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to an outsider, you looked like you were coping well considering you just got dumped in front of all your friends. but jimin knew that face. your stony eyes, lips pulled thin as if to seal inside the collapse of a monument. you took the tea he offered, and then his arms, your face finding his chest with ease. muscle memory. his torso was a tad shorter than jungkook's, his heart closer to your mouth as if the steady thumps were asking for a kiss of acknowledgement. every time you close your eyes you could see jungkooks face, hard and unforgiving and nothing like the man you trusted all this time. but it wasn't a new expression; you parents looked at you similarly the last time you saw them. it was the look of someone who had no regrets cutting all ties. and now, jungkook was behind them in a lost list of people who chose to be strangers over loving you.

jimin sighs when you cry into his chest, brushing the back of your head gently. he had been ready for this for months, but he still hated to see you this way. again. it made his bones itch, his skin crawl uncomfortably every time you weeped. the only time he considered violence was when you were crying. but he knew what to do, laying down across the sofa so you could curl up into a ball next him, head on his bicep and face smushed into the crook of his shoulder. you used to cry like this for hours and hours, his arm familiar with the prickle of pins and needles. but it was the only place you felt safe. tucked into jimin's side is where you would always belong, and that truth was more glaringly obvious than ever now.

"lets get something to eat," he offers eventually, hand craddling the crown of your head like a child. jimin's other hand on your hip is warm and heavy when he pats you soothingly. in your episodes, you responded well to touch. "what about thai food?"

"not hungry," you grumble against him.

"we could make something together?" he peers down at your lack of response. "come on, babe. you gotta eat something. you didn't even have breakfast-"

"why am i so stupid?" you whisper, a fresh bout of tears welling up.

jimin rubs your thigh. "it's not your fault."

"yes it is. jungkook gave me plenty of red flags, and i ignored all of them-"

"oh, i meant you being stupid."

you scoff. "cheers."

"what?" jimin cocks a brow when you lift your head to look up at him. he wets his lips and you follow the swipe of his tongue thoughtlessly, distracted enough by his touch and proximity that you take a second to digest his words. "it's not like any of this exactly came as a surprise. you ignored me, remember? wanted to flex your big girl pants."

you pull away from him and sit up, forcibly shutting out the daze that jimin routinely puts you under. "what's wrong with you? can't you be polite and wait for a couple hours before laying into me like a normal person? jesus, jimin."

"so let me get this straight," jimin sits up, watching your back as you sit away from him. "you're mad because i'm not telling you what you want to hear?"

"no," you say, head shaking. "i'm not mad. i'm upset because i came here to be comforted by my friend and you're just making me feel worse."

"what do you want me to say, ____? that i had high hopes from the start?" jimin pushes his hair back, brows now at a sharp incline from frustration. "i told you starting something with jungkook was trouble but you didn't listen. why should i feed your victim complex when all i've done is try to help you?"

"victim complex?" you repeat, standing up slowly. the sudden steadiness of your voice causes jimin to panic.

"not like that. don't take it like that, it's just," he's suddenly before you, his warm hands palming up your arms warmly. "i didn't wanna see you get like this and it happened anyway, is all i'm saying." he sighs when your scowl doesn't let up. "if hobi hyung hadn't have given up so easy, then maybe…maybe this would never have happened. maybe if i had been harsher with him then you would have-"

"what are you talking about?" you ask quietly, searching jimin's face. "give up so easy? what's that supposed to mean?"

he looks away, hands slipping off you. "it's nothing."

"jimin."

he struggles to look at you, tongue in cheek. his lips purse for a moment, pink like roses. he's wearing that navy jumper you like. "look, it's not a big deal. he wasn't supposed to fuck you or anything, just take you out for a while. get your mind off kookie, show you a nice time."

your blood runs cold. "what?"

jimin's expression softens. "it's not as bad as it sounds-"

"really?" your voice is sharp, sharper than he's ever heard it. you recoil as if you had been struck for the second time today. "because it sounds like you asked some guy to keep me occupied like i'm a fucking dog. all because you can't stand the idea of me being within a meter of jungkook-"

he steps in, but you step back. "you know that's not true, _."

"don't i?" you scoff, covering your face in disbelief. "jimin, you've been hellbent against me even looking at the guy since day fucking one."

"because i didn't want you to get hurt!" jimin counters, eyes downcast. "i know, okay? i know how much of a dick it makes me sound, but its not like it hurt you when you had no idea! hoseok broke it off before you even knew about it so why-"

"because it's worse," you turn away from him. "you tried to control me. choose what's best for me because you think you know better than i do. sound familiar?"

his jaw sets, and it's like you can hear the twine snap in his head, the percussion of his heartbeat above yours even though he doesn't close the space between you. jimin stares at you for a long minute before drawing in a thin breath. "fine," he steps in, and you can't look away. "you want me to say it? fine. i'll say it."

suddenly the air is lace thin around you as you stare at him, waiting. jimin looks off somewhere else, somewhere you can't reach. "don't tell me you haven't thought about it, because i know you have. if i have you must have too. and lately its all i can think about - being with you, holding you, being the one who gets to touch you. and yeah, maybe it took having to see you with jungkook for me to realise how much i want all that, i put my hands up. but you have no idea what's it like to watch the person you love most get toyed around with by a time bomb like that. i've seen jungkook go through girls like underwear and i love him, god i love him, but even the idea of you being one of those wasted girls sitting outside a party crying over his sorry ass makes my fucking ears ring."

"j-jimin…" you whisper, but you have nothing to say. your hands shake.

"you deserve more than that, ____. you deserve more than waiting around for booty calls or living up to what the next guy wants. from jungkook, hoseok, anyone. you deserve someone's devotion and yeah, maybe all this time i've been too much of a pussy to give it. maybe all this time i was tiptoeing around my feelings for you because i knew if i admitted to myself that i loved you - if i admitted i was just like every other guy - i'd actually set the bar for something other than disappointment. id actually have to step up, and i didn't know if i could do it. i still don't. but if it has to be someone…it should be me."

suddenly he's holding your hands, calming the tremble that rattles them. his words bunch up together in your ears, the meaning lost amidst your awe. "jimin….jimin what are you saying? where is all this coming from, i don't...i don't understand wh-"

"i'm saying," he cups your face. "choose me." he pulls you in. so, so close. "choose me, not jungkook. not anyone else. me."

and there's a part of you that has already caved. that's already kissing him, melting into his arms like you've wanted to for so, so long. you're falling back onto the couch with him in a fit of giggles, curling back into his chest to hide your watery eyes, asking him why the fuck he took so long. you chat together between teasing kisses, pour your hearts out, maybe cry a little. later you would make tea and order pad thai and watch the office all night and fall asleep together in the living room well past dawn and then-

you close your eyes. "i can't."

"you can," jimin says, so passionately you shudder. his brown eyes are teaming with too much determination and ardour for his own good, and you both know it. its difficult to grapple with how huge a risk he's taking, because jimin never takes risks. it made the whole situation seem dire. "you know you can, ____. it's us. there's no one like us."

you don't know how you're not crying yet. you only have jimin to hold onto, hands balled in his shirt without knowing if you're about to push him away or pull him in forever. "maybe back then. maybe if you'd have said all this before," you feel empty, the beat of your pulse suddenly strong in your fingertips. "but it doesn't matter anymore."

he shakes his head in denial, his determination palpable. "of course it does-"

"i'm in love with him," you say. to jimin. to yourself. to the world, finally. "i'm in love with jungkook." holding jimin's stare isn't as difficult as you thought it'd be. "you know if you'd have done all this a few months ago…if you'd have just...i was always yours without question, jimin. and you knew it." it's his turn to bristle under the strain of your voice. "jungkook isn't perfect. i'll be the first one to admit that. he's made me cry, he fucks up, he makes mistakes. but he's never lied to me. he never made decisions for me. he never passed judgement on what i should or shouldn't do with my life. something that i never thought i wouldn't able to say about you, too."

there's a brief moment where everything stops. neither of you can believe what you just said. jimin watches you, frozen in his place as you take your bag, eyes glittering with tears when he calls for you. suddenly he's the time bomb he feared becoming, the panic in his eyes lighting them up like fire crackers. for the first time in his life, he stumbles over his words, and then his feet when you reach for the door, all composure lost. he was unravelling like a tapestry in front of you, never to be repaired, and he could feel it. "____. ____, please," jimin chokes, his cheeks blotchy. "i wanted to protect you, i was just trying to help. don't go. please don't go. i was trying to help you."

"no. you were trying to have me." you say, closing the door behind you.

x

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you have no idea what time it is when you hear the bell ring incessantly.

it had been hours since you'd returned home from jimin's, but there was no way for you to keep track when your only priority was just keeping yourself afloat. you turned your phone off, drew the curtains, and resolved to alternate between sitting in seulgi and jisoo's rooms until they came back. you didn't know what else to do. when you weren't crying you were hyperventilating, and when that stopped the absence of emotion was so powerful you could barely keep your eyes open. you were exhausted but could not sleep. starving but could not eat. it was a miracle you even made it down the stairs, using what little strength you had to yank it open without even thinking about who could be on the other side in the middle of the fucking night. but at this point, you would gladly take a serial killer over jimin or jungkook.

"taehyung," you breathe when you take in his face, relieved. you must look like absolute shit because he scans your face and winces. 

"jimin told me," he says, the apology in his voice and expression was almost painful to register. "he told me everything. ____, i'm so sorry. i should have told you about the hoseok thing, i just thought it would be worse coming from me, and then i tried to force jimin into confessing but then he didn't because he's jimin, and now-"

"you're only allowed to come inside if you stop apologising," you say weakly, voice haggered from the hours of crying.

taehyung's pouty expression almost makes you smile with how cute he looks, gingerly stepping over the threshhold. "i really am sorry though."

"for what," you say monotonously, closing the door behind him while he takes off his shoes. "my inexplicably terrible taste in men? my uncanny ability to get manipulated by literally anyone who shows me a scrap of affection? or my absolutey shredded-to-shit attachment style thats barely intact let alone functioning healthily? after hoppping between the first two for a few hours i'd personally go for the latter. but whatever."

"please shut up," taehyung sighs, bringing you into his arms before you could have a second thought about it. "you need to amp up the misandry in this context. a lot of this had nothing to do with you and everything to do jimin and jungkook."

you're too tired to open your eyes, snuggling into the softness of taehyung's chest. you’re too exhausted to argue. "where did you learn the word misandry? have you been reading?"

"yeah," you can hear his big, pleased grin. "i know you and the girls have been calling me a himbo behind my back."

"affectionately," you add, peering up at him. he wipes the wetness off your cheeks, moving upstairs to your room with your hand in his. he fetches you a glass of water before putting you into bed like he's paid to do it. taehyung was the cuddliest person you had ever met, but you had rarely seen him dote on anyone. "girls love himbos. it's a compliment."

"not all girls," he mutters when he returns from the bathroom with a glass of water. "drink this, would you? you look so dry it's making me itchy."

you do as he says with a roll of your eyes. "what do you mean?" you finish your water with a big gulp. "jisoo loves dumb guys, what are you talking about?"

taehyung looks away from you, bottom lip rolling up under his teeth so fast you barely catch it. he pulls up your desk chair next to your bed, thinking long and hard before meeting your eyes again. "i don't mean jisoo."

you don't understand at first, but after staring at his face for a long minute your stomach drops. "don't. don't you fucking dare," another beat of silence. you rip the covers off you to scamble to your knees, grab your pillow and hurl it at taehyung's head. "taehyung, please don't tell me that the one remaining, healthy relationship i have with a man has also been shot to shit because i swear to god i'm gonna-"

"it's not a big deal," he says firmly, and he really does mean it. taehyung catches your wrists when you lunge at him, effectively ending your outburst before it can begin. he keeps hold of them while he stares into your eyes, watching the way they fill up with a fresh bout of tears. "i've had a crush on you for a while, so what? it's not anyone's business but mine so don't worry about it."

you try not to scream at him. "how long?"

"...since the start." he shrugs. "it's not like i could have done anything anyway. with jimin around. he’d never have it."

"but...! but..." you splutter, the highlight reel of your friendship suddenly marred before your eyes. "but you let me talk to you about boys! you gave me advice with hobi and jimin and jungkook and...! you encouraged jimin to confess to me. and the whole thing with jisoo?"

he wets his lips guiltily. "jisoo is a nice girl. i like her, but...not like you. i've always liked you."

you shake your head in horror, your face crumpling. bile rose in your throat. "so all of that...playing with my friend like that. was just to get to me?"

"listen to me," taehyung says firmly, gripping your wrists to make you look at him again. he's so close you can feel the warmth of his breath on yours, and you never realised how large taehyung's torso was compared to yours before. he could have smothered you, but he didn't. in all senses. "the way jimin and jungkook handled their feelings is on them, just like how this is on me. it doesn't matter if i'm fucking you or not, you're my friend and i'll always want people to do right by you. and that includes me."

there was nothing else to say, so taehyung wordlessly wipes your face again and fetches you more water before retreating to sleep on the couch downstairs. all the while you sat there in your bed, confused and bewildered and thoughtful. the same bed jungkook fucked you on. the same bed jimin held you in. out of all the men in your life, taehyung was the only one who treated his feelings for you with reverence. there wasn't one interaction you could think of where he made his feelings clear, where he even hinted towards wanting something more. if he hadn't have said anything tonight, in the wake of one of the most emotionally tumultuous days of your life, you would still be in the dark about it all. and that was the scariest part. you didn't know anyone else who hadn't let their feelings for you effect how they treated you. so ultimately, it was possible.

and jimin and jungkook chose not to do that. but taehyung did.

taehyung did.

when you finally pad downstairs after hours of ruminating, jisoo's bedroom door is wide open. and that's who you should be thinking about now - your friend and sister jisoo - as the sky begins to lighten with the signs of morning. you hadn't slept for over twenty four hours, you were hungry and thirsty, delirious from the whirlwind of losing the two most important men in your life in one day. but still, you are drawn to taehyung. taehyung, who never asked anything of you. taehyung, who was as silent as he was selfless this whole time. taehyung who routinely put what he wanted aside in favour of what was best for you. taehyung, who protected you without needing credit or recognition for it. taehyung, taehyung, taehyung, taehyung, taehyung-

"taehyung," you whisper scraping your nails through his hair. his eyes fluttered open, twisting his head to face you as you hovered above him. he could barely see you in the darkness. "taehyung, wake up."

"what is it?" he croaks, sitting up with half-lidded eyes and a yawn. he doesn't know how to read the expression on your face. he swings his legs off the sofa in a sitting position, wearing nothing but his boxers and tee, visibly alarmed. "what happened? are you okay?"

you take his face in your hands and kiss him. 

taehyung stiffens against you, breath drawn thin. you pull away to gauge his expression, desperately searching his eyes in the darkness. for discomfort, disapproval, anything negative at all. the absolute ardour you find instead could knock you down if taehyung didn't reach for your neck, kissing you again. you whine at the feel of his tongue, having no idea where such sudden and intense arousal was coming from. when you pull away with shaky limbs, you climb onto his thick thighs so he can feel your wetness through his boxers. taehyung grunts at the sensation, and again when you kiss him passionately and without abandon. the sweet girl every guy he knew was agonising over, suddenly in his lap. he's barely had his tongue down your throat for ten minutes and you're already rocking into him, his erection betraying his resolve.

it's better than he dreamed. 

"taehyung," you gasp, palming him now. he groans when he pulls away to look at your mouth, glistening with his saliva when you take his hand and guide it down to your arousal. "please."

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Without Warning - Part VI

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII

Genre: angst, fluff

Pairing: Reader x Mark ft. Doyoung

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: You and Doyoung had the best summer you could. Now that he’s hundreds of miles away in college, you have to go through senior year alone. You meet Mark at a time when Doyoung is making you feel like you’re single.

You heard that Doyoung was back in town when Phil mentioned that he was going to hang out with him after school. The thought of Doyoung being in the same city as you made you uncomfortable. Things had been going so well for you that you couldn’t stand the thought of potentially seeing him around town somewhere. After all, he was free to go to all of his favorite places. He didn’t have to stay at home just because you wanted to avoid seeing him. 

Quite frankly, you wondered if you should be the one to stay home instead. It was Thanksgiving weekend and you knew that Doyoung’s brother was getting married on Saturday. You knew that there was the possibility of him having to run errands if not for Thanksgiving, for the wedding. He might have to get his suit altered, you thought, or maybe his mom would drag him all over town for last minute shoes or accessories and so on. The possibilities were endless and it made you uneasy.

It was the day before Thanksgiving and you had no idea how tomorrow was going to go. Of course, your mom was scheduled to work the evening shift at the hospital, getting off at midnight. So, knowing that, Mark invited you over to dinner at his house. It was the perfect arrangement; you only had to walk next door. 

Your vibrating phone interrupted your thoughts. You smiled as you saw that it was Mark calling. 

“Hello?” you answered. 

“Hey, what are you up to?”

“Not much. I’ve just been laying on the bed scrolling through tiktok…”

“Would you…wanna come to the store with me?”

“Sure. I don’t have anything else to do. My mom left for work already so I’m bored.”

“Okay. Are you dressed?”

“Yeah. I’ll be outside in five.”

*

Mark didn’t know why but he was always excited to see you, even if he’d just seen you. His heart started beating faster whenever you entered the room. He liked you a lot and he wanted to be with you. You said that you wanted to take things slow but Mark wasn’t sure he knew what that entailed. He wondered if you were nervous. Was there a sort of unofficial timeline for how a relationship was supposed to start and end? Were there some rules that Mark hadn’t caught on to? 

Mark just couldn’t help but wonder what exactly was holding you back from a relationship with him? From what he could see, you had no reasons to say no to him. Maybe you did have your reasons but you certainly didn’t communicate them to him. Wasn’t communication the most important part of a relationship? 

Was there something you were holding back? Were you possibly seeing someone else? Mark was probably one of the people you felt closest to and it would be strange that he hadn’t caught on to something like that. But then again, he didn't spend every single waking hour with you. For all he knew, you could be seeing someone from outside of school. He didn’t feel like you were the type to talk to multiple guys being that you were just recovering from your last relationship. But was that it? Were you still not over him? He had no right to complain about it when he had no idea how hard it must’ve been for you. He had no idea what it was like to be in love and be betrayed by the one person who was supposed to love you through the good times and the bad. And, more importantly, he had no idea how long it took for the heart to heal itself. 

Mark smiled when he saw you standing in the hallway, waiting for him. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into a hug. He smelled your favorite body spray as you pulled away. 

“Ready to go?” he asked. 

You nodded, holding his hand as he walked to his dad’s car. 

*

“You can’t just knock on her door…”

Phil’s words stuck in Doyoung’s head and it was annoying. He knew that he couldn’t just go over to your apartment, knocking on the door with hope that you’d come out. But no one seemed to want to help him talk to you either. Phil said he was “staying out of it” and Doyoung supposed he couldn’t blame you for not wanting to get entangled in his problems. He’d just been hoping that he’d at least give him a hint as to what you were doing on Thanksgiving or on Friday or even on Saturday, after the wedding was over.

He sighed to himself as he looked out the passenger side window. His mom looked over at him and he could feel her eyes on him. She knew that not being able to talk to you was bothering him but she couldn’t find the right words to say as a mother. Of course, she would never encourage her son to stalk a woman or fight to contact a woman who didn’t want to be contacted. That kind of behavior would only push you away in the end, she thought.

“I know you’re feeling stressed about Y/N,” she started, “and it’s okay to feel that you made a mistake but there’s no sense in dwelling on it and beating yourself up. There’s this saying: don’t cry over spilled milk. If it’s meant for the two of you to reconnect, it’ll happen. But it’ll happen naturally. It won’t happen just because you want it to or because you think it’s what you need. It’ll happen if it’s meant to.” She pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store, turning the car off. Doyoung had many thoughts and he even wanted to respond to his mom, but he couldn’t find words. “I know you just think I’m this old lady who doesn’t know what she’s talking about but at least consider my words...”

Doyoung chuckled. “You’re not just some old lady, Mom.” He smiled and said, “I do value your opinion...Thank you.” 

*

Mark grabbed a shopping cart as you scrolled through the grocery list in your notes app. Eggs, whatever yams they have, carrots, onions, spinach, sweet potato noodles, fish cakes, radish… As Mark walked toward you with the cart, you said, “Did your mom go shopping before this?”

Mark rolled his eyes. “She’s been to the store twice this week and she somehow still hasn’t gotten everything she needs.”

“What’s she making?”

“I know she’s making japchae. I know you love her japchae by the way you almost ate it all at lunch the other day.”

You nudged him, “You calling me greedy?”

“No,” he said. “I’ll just know for next time to pack a little extra for you to have some.”

You smiled a wide toothy smile and wrapped your arms around his waist. “You’re so sweet…” 

Mark looked down at you, giving you a quick peck on your lips. “And you’re so cute.”

You smiled and continued down the aisle of the international food market. The two of you got the majority of the groceries within the first ten minutes before Mark pulled away from you to go to the butcher. While he went to the butcher, you went to the snack aisle. As you picked through the packs of ramen to figure out which ones you wanted to get for at home, you heard a familiar voice from behind you.

“Y/N?” You whipped your head around to find Doyoung’s mom coming down the aisle. 

“Oh,” you said, “hi. How are you?”

“I’m doing well. What about you? How is senior year going?”

“It’s going great. Um, you know, just waiting to hear back from schools.”

“That’s great to hear.”

And almost like clockwork, Doyoung showed up in the aisle. “I couldn’t find that brand you like for the hoddeok so I-” He stopped in his tracks as his eyes landed on you. You almost cursed under your breath. With your luck, of course you’d run into your ex-boyfriend at a time like this. Doyoung was the very last person on the list of people you would want to see today. And what was worse was that you were trying to move on with Mark and here came your ex-boyfriend to ruin your day and your mood. 

“Y/N…” he said.

You grit your teeth as Doyoung’s mom got the hint. “It’s okay, I’ll find it,” she said, pushing the cart away from you and her son until she was out of the aisle. You were left alone with Doyoung in the aisle. 

You looked in both directions as Doyoung walked closer to you, prepared to go literally anywhere but right here. 

“Y/N, please don’t leave like this. Can we just...talk? Please?”

You let out a deep sigh, all the uncomfortable tension in your body escaping. But it didn’t help much. “I don’t have anything to say to you, Doyoung. I know I called you that time when I was drunk but it was a mistake, okay?” 

You started walking toward the butcher, to Mark, to the boy that actually cared about you, the one who made your heart melt at a simple touch, the one who made you feel better on your worst days. And he looked toward you, as his eyes landed on Doyoung’s hand grabbing onto your arm. Seeing you in distress, he left the cart and the butcher who’d just cut up some beef ribs for him. After all, you couldn’t be sure if Mark even knew what your ex boyfriend looked like. You deleted most traces of him off of your social media accounts.

“Y/N, come on. I’m sorry about everything that happened between us and I just want to make things right,” he said, his hands wrapped around your arm.

Mark rushed over to your side, looking from you to Doyoung and back to you again. “Let her go, man.”

Doyoung scoffed, removing his hand from your arm. “Wow. I know it’s been a couple months, but I didn’t think you’d be in another relationship already...I guess ours didn’t mean much to you.”

His comments made you angry. Of course the relationship you’d had with him at the time meant something to you. At the time, it meant everything to you. He was the one who’s decided to ignore you as soon as he touched down on his college campus. He was the one who ruined things and now he was here, with the audacity to say something like this to you. 

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you said, shooting him a glare.

“Good to know,” he said, glaring back. 

You turned on your heel before grabbing—more like yanking—Mark by the arm and dragging him away from your ex and back to the butcher.

*

Mark’s heart throbbed, thumping in his chest with disappointment, sadness, and anger as you helped him out the groceries away back at his house. He didn’t know what to think. He wanted to say something but he couldn’t think of anything that made sense. Mark knew that you weren’t official but he thought that the two of you had something special. To hear you say that he wasn’t your boyfriend hurt but, then again, the two of you didn’t have a label. What could you call it? 

“This is my friend.”

“This is more than my friend.”

“We’re friends with benefits but we haven’t actually had sex.”

“We’re kind of dating but kind of not really.”

Mark didn’t know how he would even begin to explain what he was to you. But, given your interaction with the man who was clearly your ex, he mustn’t have meant much to you for you to throw him under the bus like that. He felt hurt and a little betrayed. Was he wrong for going after you when you’d barely gotten over your ex? Should he have waited? Were you truly over him? Was your ex the reason you put this invisible wall up? Were you waiting for him? Was Mark being used as a placeholder? 

Mark liked you a lot and hearing those words hurt him. You were standing next to him and for the first time, he didn’t want to be. If he was being honest, he didn’t want you here. He didn’t want you to meet his family for Thanksgiving. Maybe these feelings were temporary but, as of now, he didn’t want anything to do with you. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked, putting your hand on his shoulder. “You look stressed…”

“It’s nothing,” said Mark.

You sighed. “Is this because we saw Doyoung?”

Mark didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t want to be vulnerable right now but he also knew that it was better to talk about it now than to take his anger out on you. Mark glanced at his mother sitting on the living room couch, on the phone with his aunt and said, “Let’s talk in my room…”

You followed him into his room, not sure of why you needed to go out of the way to talk about this. You shut the door behind you and turned to face Mark. 

He said, “Do you still have feelings for him?”

You flinched, completely taken aback by the question. “Why would you ask that? I like you…”

“That doesn’t answer my question, though…”

You didn’t say anything. You hadn’t given it much thought, to be honest. Did you still have feelings for him? Seeing him today made you feel a bit uneasy and it brought back a truckload of feelings you hadn’t exactly resolved. Honestly, you hadn’t dealt with the breakup in the healthiest way. You cut him out without having a chance to process your feelings or reflect, and without talking things out with Doyoung—not that you had to speak to him but there was never really any closure. You broke up with him and blocked him on everything and that was that.

You were silent, Mark noticed, and you wouldn’t meet his eye. You keep looking at the carpet as if you would find an answer there. Mark was angry and he was hurt. Maybe you’d say something, anything. He just needed to hear your voice...saying something. You’d seen your ex, someone you had a history with, someone you were with for two years. Hell, how could he compete with that? 

“Fine,” he said, “I guess you don’t have to answer that. You don’t owe me anything.” 

Mark started to wonder if he set himself up for failure. Had he bitten off more than he could possibly chew? Mark sat on his bed, his back to you. A minute passed and he knew that you hadn’t left. You must’ve been contemplating what to say and it was killing him because he already knew the answer to his own question. You had leftover feelings for your ex and what made him upset is that you wouldn’t even admit it to him—to him, of all people. Did you not trust him?

Mark had accepted that the cat had gotten your tongue. He turned to the side, not quite fully facing you. But he could see you in his peripheral vision. His eyes were starting to get watery, a rush of emotions taking over him. “I know I’m not your boyfriend but I didn’t think I meant that little to you...that you had to go out of your way to let your ex boyfriend know that you’re still single. I can’t help but feel like I’m just on the back burner...”

You sat next to him and he could see that there were tears in your eyes, too. “It’s not like that, Mark. I promise. What I had with Doyoung doesn’t matter anymore...”

“How can you say that? There’s fucking history, Y/N! You were together for two years. How can I compete with someone who knows damn near everything there is to know about you? I mean, what’s the real reason you said no to a relationship with me? Am I just a placeholder until he comes back to you?”

Mark brought his knees up to his chest and put his face there, finally allowing himself to let out all the frustration he felt building up inside. Mark didn’t want to be crying in front of you right now but he felt completely vulnerable and helpless in front of you right now. 

You put your hand on his back, rubbing it in circles. “I’m sorry, Mark...I really do like you and I do want to be with you. I’m just afraid to get hurt again...and I don’t want to hurt you either. I guess I didn’t deal with the relationship ending and I should’ve done that…” You sighed as Mark started letting up. “What I had with Doyoung is over and I want to start something new with you. I like you a lot, Mark. And I’m sorry about how I acted in the store. I was angry and acting like a kid. I didn’t like how I acted and I’m sorry I dragged you into it.”

Mark wiped his tears and nodded to himself, still not meeting your eyes no matter how hard you stared at him.

“And, um,” you said, voice cracking, “if you don’t want to talk anymore, I’ll understand.”

You stood up, feeling your heart break into a million pieces. Mark was quiet, so that must’ve meant that you completely blew it. It was crazy how quickly things could escalate. It was crazy how things could fall apart so quickly. Had you ruined everything you had? The thought of losing something good was unbearable. Tears started falling and your lip started quivering. But then something in you broke. 

Mark stood up and took your hand in his. “Of course I want to talk to you, Y/N...My feelings for you haven’t changed. I know you’re not perfect and I won’t ever tell you what to do or how to feel.” You turned around to face him, tears still in your eyes. Both your faces were stained with tears. Mark reached over on his nightstand, grabbing a tissue. He wiped your tears with it, blotting your face and your eyes gently. 

“I thought you wouldn’t want me anymore…”

“I was just frustrated...”

“Are you still frustrated?”

“A little bit but I think we could both use a little space for today, don’t you think?”

He pulled you into his arms and you rested your head on his chest. You felt safe, here in Mark’s arms, as you listened to his heartbeat. Even though there had been some turbulence in your relationship with him, you were full of relief that it wasn’t all over. You felt like Mark was something that was going right in your life and the thought of losing him was scary.

***

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Lmao 🤣 I know to which post you are replying about them being besties . That scene always gave me more ominous vibes than actually something that would ignite friendship . Also the title of " Usurper's Dog " isn't something @ry@ is going to take lightly .

Ha! I actually didn't have any particular post in mind. The Dany/Arya friendship is just something that I see float around the fandom from time to time and it drives me absolutely bonkers (not fanon. feel free to explore all your platonic dreams with these two in fanon. Go wild. You do you.)

If we are talking canon though, I can't think of a single character that has more anti-Targ foreshadowing in their chapters than Arya (even Jon comes in second place). I actually started pasting bits of Arya's chapters into a word document awhile ago, because I couldn't believe how much GRRM uses her POV to detail the horrors of fire and burning...it's almost comical how heavy-handed he is with it.

And yet...

After I saw this ask in my inbox, I looked at the Arya Stark tag and immediately found a post about Dany and Arya being best friends.

So.

Here we are:

A Storm of Swords - Arya I

Later they passed through a burned village, threading their way carefully between the shells of blackened hovels and past the bones of a dozen dead men hanging from a row of apple trees. When Hot Pie saw them he began to pray, a thin whispered plea for the Mother's mercy, repeated over and over. Arya looked up at the fleshless dead in their wet rotting clothes and said her own prayer. Ser Gregor, it went, Dunsen, Polliver, Raff the Sweetling. The Tickler and the Hound. Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, King Joffrey, Queen Cersei. She ended it with valar morghulis, touched Jaqen's coin where it nestled under her belt, and then reached up and plucked an apple from among the dead men as she rode beneath them. It was mushy and overripe, but she ate it worms and all.

That was the day without a dawn. Slowly the sky lightened around them, but they never saw the sun. Black turned to grey, and colors crept timidly back into the world. The soldier pines were dressed in somber greens, the broadleafs in russets and faded golds already beginning to brown.

Hot Pie opened his mouth and closed it. He did not fall off his horse. The rain began again a short time later. They still had not seen so much as a glimpse of the sun. It was growing colder, and pale white mists were threading between the pines and blowing across the bare burned fields.

A Storm of Swords - Arya III

That night they sheltered in a burned, abandoned village.

A Storm of Swords - Arya IV

The next night they found shelter beneath the scorched shell of a sept, in a burned village called Sallydance. Only shards remained of its windows of leaded glass, and the aged septon who greeted them said the looters had even made off with the Mother's costly robes, the Crone's gilded lantern, and the silver crown the Father had worn. "They hacked the Maiden's breasts off too, though those were only wood," he told them. "And the eyes, the eyes were jet and lapis and mother-of-pearl, they pried them out with their knives. May the Mother have mercy on them all."

A Storm of Swords Arya VI

"Please," Sandor Clegane rasped, cradling his arm. "I'm burned. Help me. Someone. Help me." He was crying. "Please."

Arya looked at him in astonishment. He's crying like a little baby, she thought.

Clegane tried to stand, but as he moved a piece of burned flesh sloughed right off his arm, and his knees went out from under him. Tom caught him by his good arm and held him up.

His arm, Arya thought, and his face. But he was the Hound. He deserved to burn in a fiery hell. The knife felt heavy in her hand. She gripped it tighter. "You killed Mycah," she said once more, daring him to deny it. "Tell them. You did. You did."

"I did." His whole face twisted. "I rode him down and cut him in half, and laughed. I watched them beat your sister bloody too, watched them cut your father's head off."

Lem grabbed her wrist and twisted, wrenching the dagger away. She kicked at him, but he would not give it back. "You go to hell, Hound," she screamed at Sandor Clegane in helpless empty-handed rage. "You just go to hell!"

(Okay, so she's not exactly sympathetic to the Hound's plight here, but still...another reference to burning, and a pretty graphic one at that)

A Storm of Swords - Arya VII

Jack-Be-Lucky, Harwin, and Merrit o' Moontown braved the burning septry to search for captives. They emerged from the smoke and flames a few moments later with eight brown brothers, one so weak that Merrit had to carry him across a shoulder.

The septry soon collapsed in a roar of smoke and flame, its walls no longer able to support the weight of its heavy slate roof. The eight brown brothers watched with resignation. They were all that remained, explained the eldest, who wore a small iron hammer on a thong about his neck to signify his devotion to the Smith. "Before the war we were four-and-forty, and this was a prosperous place. We had a dozen milk cows and a bull, a hundred beehives, a vineyard and an apple arbor. But when the lions came through they took all our wine and milk and honey, slaughtered the cows, and put our vineyard to the torch.

A Storm of Swords - Arya XI

"Dead," he shouted back at her. "Do you think they'd slaughter his men and leave him alive?" He turned his head back toward the camp. "Look. Look, damn you."

The camp had become a battlefield. No, a butcher's den. The flames from the feasting tents reached halfway up the sky. Some of the barracks tents were burning too, and half a hundred silk pavilions. Everywhere swords were singing. And now the rains weep o'er his hall, with not a soul to hear. She saw two knights ride down a running man. A wooden barrel came crashing onto one of the burning tents and burst apart, and the flames leapt twice as high. A catapult, she knew. The castle was flinging oil or pitch or something.

"Come with me." Sandor Clegane reached down a hand. "We have to get away from here, and now." Stranger tossed his head impatiently, his nostrils flaring at the scent of blood. The song was done. There was only one solitary drum, its slow monotonous beats echoing across the river like the pounding of some monstrous heart. The black sky wept, the river grumbled, men cursed and died. Arya had mud in her teeth and her face was wet. Rain. It's only rain. That's all it is. "We're here," she shouted. Her voice sounded thin and scared, a little girl's voice. "Robb's just in the castle, and my mother. The gate's even open." There were no more Freys riding out. I came so far. "We have to go get my mother."

(heart: broken)

Look, there is a lot to say about fire and about rain in Arya's chapters, particularly in A Storm of Swords. I don't have the energy for it, so I'm just dumping quotes. Draw your own conclusions.

This collection is by no means exhaustive, and I'm sure there is someone more dedicated than I am, who has written something about this symbolism. (If anyone has it, send me a link).

All I'm saying is that GRRM isn't throwing all this devastation by fire and blood into Arya's chapters as positive foreshadowing for how she'll feel when a certain conqueror cross the Narrow Sea with her dragons.

#Arya Stark #dark!dany #my asks #dark dany #dark daenerys

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The Things We Can’t Tell Pete About viii

Pete confronts you about the pictures of you and Colson on a date, Colson hears the song you wrote about him, and you decide the future of your relationship.

Colson X Davidson! Reader

Warnings: Cursing, light smut (18+)

A/N: The song in this is called “Death of Me” By PVRIS if you wanna check it out

Word Count: 1424

| i | ii | iii | iv | v | vi | vii |

Your hand was on the doorknob to leave your office when your phone vibrated in your pocket.

We need to talk

Was all Pete said. Attached was a screenshot of some news article with the headline “Best Friend’s Sister?” and a picture of you and Colson walking to your studio.

Shit.

You walked to Pete’s house, trying to figure out what lie you were going to tell him. The pictures weren’t that incriminating, just you and Colson walking around New York. And technically, at that point, you were being friends.

You didn’t even get a chance to knock before Pete was swinging the door open, ja clenched. “Pete, let me expla-“

He pulled you inside by your arm, slamming the door behind you. “You fucking lied to me.”

“I didn’t-“

“Are you fucking kidding me? Colson?” Pete grabbed onto his hair, pulling at the strands. “This is a joke, right? You didn’t seriously go on a date with Colson fucking Baker.”

You sighed, “Pete, I-“

“I asked for one fucking-“

“Peter let me talk God fucking damnit.” You yelled, shutting your older brother up. “We went to lunch as friends.” That wasn’t a lie. You were friends at lunch. “Because we’re friends.”

Pete squinted at you, trying to read if you were being truthful. “When did you and Colson become such good friends.” He spit out the word.

You had prepared for this question, “you passed out that night we were watching SpongeBob and we just got to talking. We have a lot in common, you know?” Your hands were shaking, even though you still hadn’t technically lied. You and Colson did become friends that night, right after he kissed you.

“So, you didn’t go on a date with him?” You shook your head, not able to bring yourself to verbally lie to your brother. “Because I’m serious, Y/N, I will lose my fucking shit if you-“

“I didn’t go on a fucking date with him. Trust me, I’m not that bad of a sister.” You huffed, turning to the door to leave before tears could spill down your face. The truth was you really were that bad of a sister. “But if I was, if I ever did date any of your friends and you pulled this shit, I wouldn’t be the only bad sibling.”

Pete rolled his eyes, letting you leave, “if you did, you would be selfish.”

You slammed the door after shouting “I’m not the only selfish one here, Pete.” As you walked away from the house you pulled out your phone, texting the only person you wanted to see right now. I need u

It didn’t take long for him to text back, I can be at your place in 10.

You felt your chest loosen up just slightly knowing Colson would be there to comfort you when you got home. You wiped at your eyes, trying to keep the tears from making an appearance.

Colson was leaning against your door when you got there, standing up straight when he saw you. “Hey.” He said softly, letting you throw yourself into his body. Your head was pressed into his chest, arms wrapping around his stomach tightly. “What happened?”

You moved back while shaking your head and unlocking your door. You led Colson inside, letting him pull you into the couch, back against his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair softly, comforting your shaking nerves. “Some fucking reporters took pics of us at lunch.” You finally muttered.

Colson let out a “fuckin paps” under his breath.

“Yeah, and then Pete saw them and freaked out.” Your voice was very pouty, and any other time Colson probably would have found it adorable. “He accused me of lying to him and being selfish which hurts because it’s true.”

“I thought we decided we weren’t lying to him anymore.” Colson commented, a frown falling on his face.

You let out a sigh, “I don’t want to lie to Pete, but he’s being unreasonable. I can’t even bring up the idea of dating you without him flipping his shit.”

Colson moved you so you were sat facing him, letting you see the distress on his face. “Y/N, we said we weren’t gonna lie to Pete. He’s your brother and he’s my best friend, he’s gonna find out eventually and it’s only going to make things worse if we wait.”

You pleaded with Colson, “can we just, keep this secret for just a little it longer? Please? I’m just not ready to handle that situation quite yet.” The man sighed, hands moving to hold both of yours.

“Just promise me that we tell him soon, okay?” You nodded in response, leaning up and pecking his lips. His hold on your hands pulled you into him when you tried to pull away, deepening the kiss. Your hands moved to his upper arms, stroking his biceps as he placed his hands on your waist.

When you finally pulled away for air, you remembered the song you had written earlier. “Can I show you something?” You asked him, already getting off the couch to fetch your guitar from its place next to the TV. “I wrote this earlier, after you left the studio.”

Colson raised an eyebrow, “no one’s ever written a song about me.” You bit your lip, positioning the guitar and strumming the first few chords to warm yourself up.

This love looks like a loaded gun A noose around my neck or a sweet poison If it gets in the wrong hands, then we're fucked 'Cause heaven knows what you do to me You could chain me up or set me free And you could suffocate or let me breathe, yeah Baby, you could be the death of me

Maybe I'm crazy, I know you're danger Baby, you could be, you could be I'm falling, fading, and seeing angels Baby, you could be the death of me Maybe I'm crazy, I know you're danger Baby, you could be the death of me I'm falling, fading, and seeing angels Baby, you could be the death of me

Colson watched you with fond eyes, biting his lips as he watched you strum the guitar. When you finished, he continued to stare at you, leaving you to blush. “It’s just the first verse through the chorus but-“

“You’re amazing.” Colson cut you off, moving closer to you. You stumbled over your words of gratitude as Colson moved the guitar off your lap, placing it on the floor in front of the couch. His fingers gripped under your chin, pulling you so your eyes were locked into his blue ones. You hadn’t realized how close he’d moved to you until that moment, when you were so close you could feel his breath on your lips.

Without hesitation, you leaned up and planted a kiss on his lips, letting his hands travel to your hips and pull you towards him. You climbed onto his lap, lips never parting. Your knees were on either side of his torso, hips spread across his own.

You pressed your pelvis into his own, a moan spilling into your mouth from his. He squeezed your ass through your pants, pushing you further into him. Soon he was guiding your hips into his at a steady rhythm, letting your lips leave his to suck on his neck.

He tugged at the bottom of your shirt, prompting you to pull away from him and strip it off yourself, your bra falling from your body soon after. Your lips went back to Colson’s briefly before he moved to take his own shirt off, revealing his canvas of tattoos. You lifted yourself from the couch, pulling on his hand for him to follow you. You had all intent to lead him back to your room, but he pulled you into another hot kiss, hands reaching down to your thighs and lifting you up.

He carried you to your bedroom, dropping you down onto the mattress. He tugged your pants off, leaving you in just your panties, before doing the same to himself. His bulge was evident through his boxers, the outline making you drool. He kneeled over you, hips grinding into yours teasingly. You leaned up to kiss him, hands in his hair pulling him down onto you. Your bodies intertwined perfectly; his seeming to know everything to do to drive you crazy.

Your body was on fire when he rid you of the rest of your clothes, only extinguishing when you were finally releasing around him.

#mgk #mgk imagine #mgk angst #mgk fluff #mgk smut #machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #Colson baker #colson x reader #colson baker imagine #colson baker x reader

[css1992]

Guilty Pleasure

[Porn AU]

Summary: Peter and Beck used to be a power couple in the porn industry, but after Beck dumps him, Peter is forced to start over. With no money, no family and nowhere to go, he doesn’t have much choice other than to keep doing porn, so he joins Just4Fans to get back on his feet and then one day he gets a very generous tip from someone under the username of YKWIM.

Warnings: 18+, explicit, references to past non-con/rape (not between main pairing, not explicit), daddy kink, Peter in lingerie, references to gaslighting and abusive relationship (not between main pairing, not explicit). The warnings are for the story as whole, not for this chapter specifically. I’ll add more in the future, if needed.

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Part I / Part II / Part III / Part IV / Part V / Part VI / Part VII / Part VIII / Part IX / Part X /  Part XI / Epilogue

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“He can’t do this!” Ned slammed his hands down on the counter between them, as Peter took a swig of the cheap wine he bought with the last ten bucks he had in his wallet. “He isn’t even in all of the videos, at least half of the money is rightfully yours!” He kept going, stating the obvious, but Peter just sighed and shrugged.

“I’m not disagreeing with you, Ned, I’m just relaying what he told me: he’s not gonna give me anything. It’s his channel, his equipment, the money from the subscriptions goes straight to his bank account, so it’s his. It’s all his. His words, by the way.” He took another swig of wine straight from the bottle. He had been drinking from a small glass Ned offered him – he wasn’t a pirate – but it soon proved to be too small to quench his pain, so. Yeah. Pirate style it was.

“You have to sue his ass, Peter, he can’t get away with this,” MJ intervened. She was sitting next to him on a stool by the kitchen counter, so he turned to look at her with a deep frown on his face.

“Did you not hear me saying I just spent my last ten dollars on this bottle of wine? I have, like, twenty four cents left in my pocket. And that’s it. I can’t hire a lawyer, I can’t even feed myself right now!” He raised his voice a little, but quickly got himself back under control and apologized. His friends were not to blame for his predicament – they did try to warn him Beck was bad news, he didn’t want to listen. “And you know what? I don’t give a fuck. He can choke on all of it if he wants, the videos, the money, the subscribers, I don’t fucking care.” It wasn’t true, of course. Well, partially. He really didn’t care about the money, videos, subscribers, etc, but he cared about Beck. He would have given everything else up if it meant he could keep him.

Which was stupid of him, of course. But he certainly wasn’t winning any awards for being a great decision maker.

“It’s still not fair. I mean, I knew that guy was sleazy, but you’d think he’d have the decency to at least give you something, you know? You’ve been together for three years, he’s been making money off your ass for almost as long. How could he just fucking kick you out and not give you a single dime? After all the money you’ve made for him? It’s fucking sick, that guy is fucking psychopath if you ask me.” MJ’s face was turning red from anger, which made Peter smile a little. It felt good to know he was loved by someone, even if he hadn’t been the best friend to them for the past few years.

The thought made him close his eyes for a second, guilt creeping over him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d called either of them – maybe on Ned’s birthday, almost two months earlier. They used to be inseparable, the three of them; the three musketeers, as corny and lame as it sounded. For years, those two were the only family he knew, but when Beck came into his life, everything changed.

Stupid fucking Beck.

Peter used to think of him as his own personal super-hero – it did feel like he had come to save him, after all. They met when he was seventeen, he had been living in foster homes for almost seven years by then, after Ben and May passed away. At the time, he was with his fifth family, and there were so many children in that house, so many of them came and went, that their foster parents didn’t really keep tabs most of the time. It was easy to sneak out, and Peter did, often.

He met Beck on one of his night walks – and their first meeting should have raised all kinds of red flags, but for whatever reason, it didn’t. Beck slowed the car next to him, rolled down the window and asked how much Peter charged for a blowjob. Just like that. The teen gasped at first, but when he looked around for a moment, he realized he wasn’t in the most family friendly neighborhood. There were, in fact, some men and women around him who definitely looked like they were there for that, but Peter was in sweats, for crying out loud, and he definitely looked his age – or even younger than that.

His wide eyes must have given him away, because the older man quickly apologized and showed him a charming, white smile. He made up some excuse about mistaking him for someone else and the boy said it was ok. He was going to keep walking when Beck asked what his name was. Then how old he was. Then where he was going, where he ha come from.

Looking back, Peter knew he should have run. He should have left, because there was no excuse for an adult man like him to keep asking a teenager so many questions right after he basically offered him money to suck his dick. But that Peter, that 17-year-old boy, was still a bit too naive. To have such a handsome man showing interest in him – his kind, blue eyes smiling at him, warm and safe – was inebriating. He actually looked at him. And cared. At least Peter thought he did at the time. And he was so lonely back then, even that little bit of attention meant the world to him.

He should have run, but he stayed. Should have run, but got in his car. Should have run, but ended up giving him a clumsy hand job in the backseat, after just a few sweet promises whispered in his eager ears. Beck was so good with words, he could have convinced Peter to jump off a bridge that very same night if he wanted.  

They exchanged phone numbers. For weeks, they texted and called each other, until they could  meet again. By then, he was smitten. At twenty, he could see how innocent he had been, how trusting and open he was with a complete stranger. A 32 year-old stranger, at that. Ned and MJ, his only friends from school, warned him that it wasn’t okay. That it was weird for a man his age to be interested in a teenage boy, but Peter said they were wrong. He said he wasn’t just a regular kid, he had been through stuff they could only imagine. He was mature and experienced, and Beck could see that, which was why he liked him.

Looking back now, it was embarrassing how wrong he was. Beck was an illusionist. Sad thing was everyone could see the trapdoor but him.

“So what are you gonna do now?” MJ asked, fishing another bottle of wine from under the counter and placing it in front of Peter, who almost cried in gratitude.

“You mean besides crying myself to sleep for the next few months?” He wasn’t really joking. The only reason he wasn’t crying right at that moment was because he had spent almost three hours bawling his eyes out on a park bench close to their – well, Beck’s – apartment, hoping against hope that Beck would reconsider and come after him. When it became clear it wasn’t going to happen, he headed to the only place he knew he could find refuge – even if he didn’t deserve it.

“Yeah, besides that, obviously.” She opened the wine bottle and before he could take it and drink straight from it, she poured three glasses and Peter sighed, defeated.

“I have no idea.” He answered, only slightly surprised that he actually meant it. He had absolutely no clue what to do. For three years, he hadn’t had to worry about money – or anything, really. Beck took care of everything and he just assumed it would always be like that. That he would always have him by his side to take care of him.

He rubbed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Are you going to keep doing porn?” Ned asked, a worried expression on his face. Peter remembered he hated the idea when Beck first suggested it, as soon as he turned eighteen.

People are gonna lose it, Beck said. A pretty little twink and a hot daddy? We’re going to be a hit.

And they were. Their first videos blew up quickly, people were either disgusted by the thought of them together – because of the age gap – or completely enthralled. The haters helped them get more views, and Peter soon learned that there really was no such thing as bad publicity. Beck promoted their videos on twitter, where they accumulated thousands of followers. Peter remembered that, back then, many people sent him worried messages, saying he was too young, that Beck was a predator, that he was taking advantage of him.

In retrospect, they might have been right, after all.

He wasn’t too sure about doing porn when they first started, he knew once they released the first video, there was no going back, there was no way they could ever take it down – the internet was forever. Nothing was ever truly deleted. He wanted to be a dad someday, what if his children ever saw those videos in the future? What would have Ben and May thought? What about his parents?

None of this matters, honey, Beck assured him. These kids don’t even exist yet, don’t worry about them. And your relatives, well… They’re gone, sweetie. You can’t really disappoint them anymore.

So Peter did it. And he was terrified at first, he felt so exposed, people all over the world could see him in his most vulnerable moments, all of him, in every position Beck managed to put him in, in any outfit he thought the public might like, in any setting he thought might bring in more viewers, more subscribers, more money.

Soon, just the two of them weren’t enough. Their viewers wanted to see Peter with other people – other daddies –  and Beck saw another opportunity to increase his profit. Peter was strongly against the idea at first, it felt too much like prostitution, which was where he wanted to draw the line, but, again, Beck sweet-talked him into it.

It’s nothing like prostitution, honey, he said. I’ll be there the whole time, I’ll be the one filming and directing, I’ll be the one paying the other actors, all the profits are ours. How is that anything like prostitution? It’s just like what we’ve been doing so far.

So not only there were a bunch of videos of him and Beck out there in the world, there were also lots of videos of him with other men, some of whom were old enough to be his actual dad. There was even one video in particular that he was specially embarrassed by – and sadly enough, that was the most viewed one so far. It was fucking humiliating.

At some point, Peter should have realized it became all about money for Beck – and maybe it had been like that all along, he just hadn’t noticed before. Over the last few months of their relationship, they never had sex just for fun, just for the hell of it. There were always cameras, and lights, and roles to play. Beck never said he loved him anymore. Barely touched him. Barely kissed him. He should have seen it coming. He had been too blind, or just… Didn’t want to see what was happening right before his eyes. He ignored all the signs. The voice in the back of his head telling him something was off.

But anyway, porn. Could he still do it?

“I don’t know,” he answered, finally. He looked at his best friends and sighed with a shrug. “To be honest, it was never something I enjoyed, and I don’t know if I could ever do it without him somehow involved, you know? I did it with him because I felt… Safe? I don’t want to get involved in the actual porn industry, I’ve heard some pretty fucked up stories.” Peter had heard horror stories about other boys in the industry, and even though his own story was no fairy tale, there was nothing so bad that it couldn’t get worse.

“How about Just4Fans?” MJ asked and both Peter and Ned turned to look at her in shock. “What? You guys were pretty popular, right? You won awards and shit, so there must be at least a few hundred people out there who would pay money to see some dirty pictures of you, maybe some short videos. That way you won’t need to go into professional porn and you wouldn’t need a partner, but you could still make decent money. And fast.”

Well, it actually made sense. It wasn’t like there weren’t hundreds of videos of him being fucked raw all over the internet, anyway. A few dirty pictures couldn’t hurt. And besides, it didn’t need to be forever, just until he figured something out.

“That’s… actually not a bad idea,” he conceded, drinking the last of the wine in his glass. MJ sympathetically filled it up again and he mumbled his thanks.

“What do you think he will do now?” Ned asked carefully, and Peter shrugged for what felt like the hundredth time. There was so much he didn’t know.

“Probably keep shooting videos with his new boy-toy.” He managed to say it with a steady voice, but his eyes burned. He still couldn’t believe how… replaceable Beck thought he was.

When he noticed them interacting online a few months earlier, before the boy was even eighteen, Peter was alarmed, but when he confronted the older man about it, he said he was crazy and seeing things, picking up fights for no reason. He always twisted things in a way that, somehow, Peter was the one apologizing to him in the end.

Months later, just weeks after the kid turned eighteen, there he was – homeless, penniless and lost – meanwhile the other guy was probably getting comfortable in his bed. If Peter didn’t hate the kid, he would pity him. In a few years, he would probably meet the same fate.

“Do you think he would take the videos down if you asked?” Ned asked, and Peter scoffed.

“Yeah, right, those videos will still make him a lot of money monthly, he’d never delete them.” And Peter would have to live with the fact that he would always be just one google search away from complete humiliation and exposure. If he ever tried to get a serious job, those videos would stand in the way. If he ever managed to meet somebody decent and good, those videos would be a testament to what sort of person he was in the past. Fuck, some of them were really fucked up.

“So… Should we create fake twitter accounts to trash talk his short dick or what?” MJ was already grabbing her phone and Peter laughed halfheartedly, shaking his head.

“He’s not worth it. Karma will take care of him, I’m sure.” He drank the last of his wine and whimpered sadly. “So… Can I crash with you guys for a few days? I promise I’m not gonna overstay my welcome! I’ll be out of your hair as soon as the Just4Fans thing works out.”

“Of course you can, nerd, stay as long as you need. We’ve got your back, c’mon.” MJ got up from her stool and gestured for him to do the same. “Do you mind taking the couch?” She asked as she headed to her bedroom in the tiny apartment.

“Not at all,” he answered with a sigh of relief, then went to grab his suitcase by the door. Three years together and that was all he had to show for it. A single suitcase with a few changes of clothes, after being kicked out of the house on a cold February night. His eyes burned but he took a deep breath, blinking them rapidly to avoid the tears.  

“Then make yourself at home. Our casa es su casa.” MJ placed a pillow on the couch and handed him a thick, warm blanket.

“We’ll figure something out, okay?” Ned clasped him on the shoulder with a gentle smile on his face.

“Okay.” He sighed, feeling like a weight had been lifted off his crushed chest.

He waited for his friends to go into their respective rooms, waited to hear their quiet snores, before he allowed the tears to run freely down his face, replaying everything Beck said to him when he kicked him out.

Before he knew it, he was a sobbing a little, so he buried his face in the pillow to muffle the noise, as he tried to convince himself that things were going to be okay, that he was going to be okay. But at that moment, that was hard to believe.

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I Still Want You, I Still Need You--VII. A Chance (NSFW)

Word Count: 4510

About: A few years have passed and you have adjusted to motherhood. Steve and Tony pay you a visit. You and Steve talk about a moment you guys had.

Characters: Okoye, Olivia (OC), Steve, Tony, Pepper (Mentioned), M’Baku (Mentioned), Bucky (Implied Return) 

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Four years came and went.

You fell naturally into motherhood. Olivia was a good baby. She slept well during the night unless she had been teething up a storm. Those days you drank all the coffee you could. There were days you had a hard time but Okoye was there to help out and so did Steve whenever he came by. Steve and you grew closer as he helped you with Olivia. You called him super Uncle. The love and adoration that was always on Steve’s face, made you feel like you can almost move on. But the idea always scared you.

Olivia was a smart kid. She was a Stark to a T. She got her hands on just about anything and would make things. And for an almost four year old, it was extremely impressive. Impressive that Tony would sent little building kits for her and she would get them done in a few days with your help. She had the attitude of a Stark but she had the heart of a Barnes. Just like Steve predicted.

Your daughter’s facial expressions were one hundred percent Bucky’s. The way smiles played on the corner of her little lips down to the way she expressed herself with her eyes. Her long hair remained dark as well as her blue eyes. She was a miniature version of Bucky. Steve even said that each time he came back to visit, Olivia looked more and more like him.

Olivia was the calm to the the storm you had been through.

She kept you from falling apart.

She kept you whole.

But yet, you never moved on from losing Bucky.

You walked into the lab to find Olivia in the same place you had left her. She obsessed over the erector set Tony sent her. Tony loved to spoil his niece, just like you loved to spoil yours. A few months after Tony and Peppers wedding, Pepper had become pregnant and shortly after Olivia was born, so was Morgan. Whenever you went to visit them, which was the only time you left Wakanda, the two girls were inseparable. It killed you and Tony to see them have to part ways.

“What are you building this time, bug?” you asked as you sat next to her. Her dark hair hung around her face. She had always refused to where hair bands unless it was to bed.

“A rower coatter,” Olivia’s face popped through the hair, a huge smile on her face. The smile took your breath away. “Can you picture it to Unca Twony?” She loved it when you sent her completed works to Tony. And Tony loved it too.

“Sure thing,” you leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. “How about this weekend we go see them? I’m sure Morgan and you can find something in Uncle Tony’s workshop.” Olivia’s eyes lit up when you said Morgan and workshop. When the two of you would visit, Tony and you would find the girls in Tony’s workshop. You had to convince him to make a small space for the girls since they were always found there.

You sat down at your work table and began to fumble with the scrap metal in front of you. You made it your mission to get cleaner and better filtered water to the Border Tribe after discovering their wells were either running dry or had harmful bacteria in them. It took you a week and a lot of using that Stark charm to get M’Baku to agree to your aqueduct like creation.

“All I need to do is come up with good design,” you whispered to yourself.

After an hour of fumbling and putting pieces together. You finally came up with the perfect example. Now, all you need to do is email Tony what you need.

After hitting send on your email, you looked up to see Okoye walk into the lab. Over the last few years, the two of you have grown closer and could count on each other. You trusted her with yours and Olivia’s life.

“Okie,” Olivia shouted and ran to the woman. Okoye knelt down and let Olivia jump into her arms. Okoye had grown so fond of Olivia that she would take her out with the other members of the guard to show her what they were doing. Olivia loved it.

“How are you little Tiger?” Okoye kept the little nickname for Olivia from when she was in the womb. She has proven to be just that too.

“Good,” then off Olivia went back to her little work table. A true Stark never fully leaving their work undone.

“I see you got your aqueduct done,” Okoye came over to you. “When will we be able to get this done?”

“As soon as Tony can send me what I need, we will be able to get it up and running.” You pushed back from the table. “How’s the guard doing? Were they able to get the barrels of water out there?”

Since finding out about the water situation, you and Okoye decided it would be best to send water until you figured out what you needed to do. So Tony sent twelve barrels to fill with water, even though you asked for six. Tony somehow knew you would need more. Once a week Okoye and the guard would swap out six for six new ones. It was a good process.

“They did,” Okoye crossed her arms and watched Olivia. “This water should last more than a week. They had two barrels still full.”

“Good, that gives us enough time to get this thing built and get them water,” You stood up and made your way around the table.

“I haven’t seen Steve around these last few weeks,” Okoye gave you a side eye and smirk.

“I may have made our friendship awkward,” you said walking to get water. You slightly cringe at the last conversation the two of you had about a month ago. Since then Steve only called or texted you. Making the conversations brief.

“How could you make it awkward? It’s not like you two slept together…”Okoye’s chuckle died as she saw your face. “You slept with him, didn’t you?”

You pressed your lips into a thin line. Did you regret it? Nope, it was the first time in years you could let yourself just go like that. Was it the right time for something like that? Nope, but you thought it was and the next morning you had to tell Steve that.

“I did and it was great,” you closed your eyes as you remembered that night. “Then when morning came, some switch flipped and I just couldn’t do it. I wasn’t ready.” Your voice began to shake as you remembered the exact moment you knew you weren’t ready to move on.

Okoye reached out and touched your shoulder. “It’s okay. Someday you will. Tiger will need a father figure to look up to. Steve Rogers is that kind of man.”

Okoye was right. Steve was the right kind of man and you knew deep down you should maybe at least give him a chance. “I’ll call him this evening when I’m settled down for the night.” Then you replayed that night in your head.

The tension.

The kiss.

The feeling of his skin on yours.

The warmth of his breath on your bare skin.

***

You sat on the couch mindlessly flipping through a magazine, while you sipped on your beer. You rarely drank so you always wanted to keep it light. Steve was putting Olivia to bed and seemingly, it sounded like it was going well. She normally tries every kind of tactic to stay up later. When a door opened, you looked up to see Steve walking your way.

“Asleep already?” you asked setting the magazine on the coffee table. “You didn’t drug her did you?”

Steve laughed and sat on the couch next to you. He cracked open a beer and took a long drink. “Nope, she just wanted four stories and by the time I got through the third one, she was out.”

You leaned over and rested your head on Steve’s shoulder. You swore you felt his muscles tense for split second. “You are a life saver!”

Steve gave a light chuckle. “Tell me whats new? How’s Tony and them doing?”

“Still won’t talk to you huh?” you leaned away. You saw the hardness in those blue eyes. Tony still held some feelings towards Steve. You tried a few times to get Tony to just move on and forgive him for whatever it was. But Tony was a Stark.

“Nope,” Steve emphasized the P in nope.

“Well, they're doing good, Liv and I are going to see them next weekend,” you poked your finger into Steve’s arm. “You can come, you know? He’s asks about you too.”

Steve leaned forward and folded his hands. “I can’t,” he said not making eye contact. “I have that group i’ve been leading.”

You stood up with a huff and walked to the small kitchen. “You and your fucking excuses Steve Rogers. You and Tony are like freaking teenage girls who had a stupid fight and wont talk to each other.” You turned to see that Steve had gotten up and had his hands on his hips. “I’m just saying,”  you turned to wash the few dishes in the sink. “You guys were the best of friends. You guys hung out almost all the time.”

You didn’t hear Steve come up beside you. You jumped a little but realized he was helping by drying the dishes. “That’s not why I hung out with him. People just assumed that, I just wanted to be closer to you and for the fucking life of me, I couldn’t man up and ask you out.” You rarely ever heard Steve swear. It surprised you each time.

But that wasn’t what made you drop the plate. You looked towards Olivia room and hoped that she didn’t wake up. You were in the clear.

“For years,” Steve continued as he turned to you. You just stood there and stared at the plate in the sink. The water spilling from the faucet, splashing water droplets around the sink. “I watched you with guy after guy. Almost dying in New York and then almost dying in Sokovia. I wouldn’t know what I would have done if you had.” Steve turned you with his hands. You kept your eyes on the ground. “The that day when Bucky went back on ice, that smile you two exchanged, I knew it was too late. I couldn’t be mad. The two you were perfect for each other.”

“Steve…” you stared to say but he shushed you.

“Then you lost Bucky and that literally almost killed.” Steve took his free hand and lifted your face to meet his eyes. They were soft and you saw just about every emotion he was felling. “Seeing you on that building ledge, I didn’t just pull you back for Bucky’s sake. I pulled you back for mine.”

Whatever happened next, it was beyond you. You didn’t know how it happened, but you found yourself closing the gap between you and Steve and pressing your lips firmly to his. His lips were soft and gentle. It was like something took possession of you body. Steve placed both hands on the side of your face and pulled away.

“You’re not kissing me because I told you how felt?” Steve asked resting his forehead on yours.

“I don’t know.” you answered honestly. Your eyes were closed and you were breathing hard. You really weren’t certain why you kissed Steve. He was never more than just a friend. But these last few years he’s been there for you and Olivia. “Just roll with it.”

And Steve did.

Steve pressed his lips back to yours and deepened it. One of his hands slowly makes its way to the back your neck, while the other goes down to you waist. It grips firmly as he backs you into the living room.Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. Steve’s tongue slid across your bottom one, causing you to groan.

“Not here,” you slightly pulled away. “My room.”

Steve’s hand left your neck and shot down your waist. Without any effort, he picked up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he wrapped his strong arms around you. Steve started towards your room. You buried your face into his neck and felt his body tense up and him suck in a breath.

Once in the room and the door closed, Steve had your back pressed to the door. His breath was by your ear. Sending chills down your back and making you ache for him between your legs. “I am going to take my time with you,” he whispered in your ear, sending yet another chill down your back.

“Show you me what you got, Captain,” you rolled your hips into his already hard erection. Even thorough your cotton pajama shorts, you could feel his cock straining against his jeans as it twitched.

Steve’s eyes grew dark as he spun the two of you around and dropped you on the bed. He bent down and pulled your bottoms and underwear. He saw how wet you were without even having to look at your underwear.

“Someone’s excited,” he teased as he tossed the clothes to the side.

You pushed up on your elbows and gave him a smirk. “I can say the same about you.”

Steve smirked and rose an eyebrow before pulling you legs and placing them over his shoulder. “Let’s see if you taste better than you look.” Without another word, you watched as Steve dove in. His lips meeting your clit and his tongue shooting right inside you.

With a gasp, you shoot a hand to push his face further. The way he licked, sucked, and flicked his tongue around, had you shaking and breathing hard. You couldn’t stop whimpering his name as you felt yourself quickly getting towards that edged.

“Steve,” you whimpered. Your legs pulled him closer and you could feel him hum against your clit as his tongue fucked you. The vibration of his hum was what sent you over the edge. You cried out and both your hands and legs pushed Steve further, if that were possible, into you. Your body shook as your orgasm rocked through your body. And Steve still ate at you until your back fell onto the bed.

You lifted your head up to see Steve stand up and discard his clothes. When his cock sprung free, it had you drooling and you wanted it all inside of you. Steve made his way between your legs and looked at your shirt, with his bare hands, he ripped the fabric off your body throwing it behind him. Looking into his eyes, you could see the hunger and lust. He dipped down and kissed you, tasting your release on his lips. He gripped your hands in his and placed them above your head.

“I want to hear you say it again,” Steve mumbled against your lips. You felt himself line up with your entrance.

You know what he meant. “Fuck me, Captain.”

With that, Steve slipped inside you effortlessly. A soft moan escaped your lips letting Steve’s tongue shoot into your mouth. Once he was fully inside you, he waited until you were adjusted before he started to move in and out of you slow. You slowly lifted your hips but Steve used a hand to pin them back.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart,” he hummed as he peppered kisses to your jawline.

“Well,” you wrapped your legs around his waist. “If you don’t do anything about that slow movement, I will have no choice but to take control.”

Steve pulled out all the way and then slammed right back into you. You cried and moaned as he grunted as the pleasurable action was repeated. His cock slid against your wall in the most beautiful way. You arched your back into his chest each time his cock hit your cervix. His pelvic bone rubbed your clit perfectly, making you moaning, whimpering mess under him. The pressure on you hands and hip being pinned, added to the mess you already were in.

Begging him not to stop.

Pleading him to keep going.

Calling him things, you never thought you would call him before.

It all was bringing you closer to the edge.

Soon, Steve’s thrusting slowed but they were still hard and deep. His grunt were deeper, inside his chest. He let go of your hands and hip and wrapped his arms around you. You did the same. You knew you were at the edge and you knew that Steve was close too. You pushed his face up and see could see the love he had in that moment in his eyes. It was all for you.

“Cum for me,” you whispered.

With one hard thrust, Steve spilled right into you and triggered your orgasm. Your bodies shook together and your breaths were still uneven as the both of you came down. Steve pushed himself up and cupped your face with hand. He leaned down and kissed you slowly. There was no hunger behind it. Just love and passion. Then he rolled over and pulled you into his arms before the two of you fell asleep.

In that moment, everything felt right.

Morning came when Steve gently woke you up. He sat on the side of the bed and brushed back some hair. “Hey,” his voice was gentle. “Breakfast is ready and Liv wanted to show you the pancake we made you.”

You sat up and stretched. “What time is it?”

“Eight, you deserved a morning to sleep in. Especially after last night.” Steve leaned in and brushed his lips against yours. “I’ll let you get ready.”

Once you were alone, you slid out of bed and went to the closet. When you turned the light on, your eyes landed on a box that was labeled BUCKY.

***

You were putting things away as you thought about that morning. You had just told Olivia to pick up her space for the day when you turned around and froze. There stood Steve and Tony. Their faces told you that they meant business.

Olivia squealed when she saw the two men and ran towards them. Steve hugged her while he made eye contact with you. Then Olivia jumped into Tony’s arms. He picked her up and he had the biggest smile on his face. She pointed towards her project and mumbled something. Tony’s face just lit up.

“I guess while I’m here, we can get you something else,” He told her as she wiggled out of his arms. “Sorry, dear,” he said as he and Steve approached. “We would have called but what we have to tell you has to be said in person.”

You gulped. Tony’s tone had you wondering what he needed to say. Steve just stood to the side and had his hands on his hips. His eyebrows furrowed. Taking a deep breath you turned to a random guard that was placed there to watch over you guys. “Can you take her to Okoye?”

The woman took Olivia’s hand and walked out with her. You turned to the two men but it was Steve you addressed. “What’s going on?”

“You may want to sit down for this,” Steve said.

You looked to Tony and he nodded. “Okay,” you sat in your chair. “What is it?”

“We may have found a way to bring everyone back.”

You froze. Coolness filled your body and in the wake of it washing over you, goosebumps followed. Your breathing got stuck in  your throat as and you grabbed your water and chugged the rest of it. Your ears were ringing and couldn’t hear what was being said by Steve or Tony.

“Let her breath, Rogers,” Tony’s hand was instantly on your back. “Gosh! We said we would ease her into this. Not dump it on her all at once.”

“How?” you choked out.

“Time travel,” Tony gently said as he sat on your table. “Do you remember Scott Lang? Well he helped me make it possible.”

Then you laughed. You laughed so hard that nearly fell out of your chair. “Time travel?” you asked trying to catch your breath. “You guys are going to go back into time and stop Thanos? What would that mean for us? I wouldn’t get Bucky back. 2018 me would still have Bucky and raise a child with him.”

Tony shushed you with his finger on your mouth. “Slow down, little sister. We are going back to get the stones and bring them to our time. Hoping it’ll work.”

You leaned back in your chair and folded your arms across your chest. You stared at Steve, who couldn’t take his eyes off you. “Do you think this will work?” You asked them both.

“We have to try, right?” Steve responded. “We owe it to those we lost. If not, then we just go on with life.”

You took a deep breath and just stared into space. You thought deeply about what was being said. You could get your husband back. Olivia could have her father. But what happens if this doesn’t work? Then you’re heartbroken all over again. You didn’t have the stomach to have such hope that they were serving to you on a silver plater. But yet, here you were taking it. Because that’s that just who you were.

“Okay,” you stood up. “Then I’m coming with you guys.”

“Nope, thats a huge ass pile of nope,” Tony said standing up too. “You missy, are staying here.”

“I agree,” Steve said.

“You have Olivia to care for,” Tony started to say.

“And you have Morgan,” you pointed out.

“She has two parents,” Tony said taking your shoulders in his hands. “Olivia only has one. For now. And if this were to go sideways and something happens to me, I need you there for Pepper.”

You took another deep breath. Tony was right. “Okay.”

“Perfect,” Tony said letting you go. “Now, I am going to go look for my darling niece and buy her something extravagant.” Tony walked out of the lab leaving you and Steve looking at each other.

The tension in the air was almost suffocating. You knew Steve didn’t want to look at you, he kept darting his eyes away from your each time you looked towards him. It wasn’t that the morning after sleeping with him was bad. There wasn’t even an argument. You just simply told him as you held one of Bucky’s shirts with a few tears in eyes that you couldn’t. That you needed some time.

Well, if this time travel thing works, then there goes the time you needed.

“You know,” you walked over to Steve. “I’m getting the feeling that you are partly on board with this.”

Steve looked down at the ground and then back at you. “What makes you say that?”

You made a face at him. “One, I’ve known you for over a decade. Two, you’re looking at me like you want to throw me on something and have your way with me. But you can’t because you’re best friend, also my husband could be coming back.”

Steve cracked a smile that disappeared just as fast. “It’s just horrible timing on my end. I’m fully on board with this.”

“Good,” you started to leave and turned back to Steve. “If this doesn’t work out, I’ll give us a shot. See where us goes.”

“And if Bucky comes back and he finds out about that night?”

“Then I tell him the truth,” you shrugged your shoulders. “In fact, I will just tell him. He’s been gone for five years. He would have expected me to move on. Now, let’s find my brother before he buys Liv something that’s too big to fit in my apartment.”

***

A few days have went by. Tony had sent the stuff you needed to get water to the Border Tribe. You and some volunteers set to work on getting it all started. It was hard long work that you decided to stay in your old house with Olivia. It made it easier to wake up and get to work and let Olivia play with the other children.

On the fourth day, you were ready to break ground when you noticed a change in the air. The same kind of change five years ago. You shook your head and passed it of as just thinking too much into it. You were too tired, you could barely sleep in that house still. You stayed up most nights as your mind raced with memories. And emotions.

“Let’s take a few hours,” you said to the others as you got up. You could barely concentrate. Today was the day that you brother and friends went on that time travel mission. You couldn’t help but worry about it going wrong. You were waiting for word about if it worked or not.

Olivia ran up to you and jumped into your arms. She nuzzled her face into your neck and you let out a soft sigh. She always knew when you needed hugs the most. She pulled back and took your face in her tiny, little hands. Her clear blue eyes stared deep into yours. She didn’t have to say anything to tell you that everything will be fine no matter what happened.

“I wuv you, Mommy,” she said.

“I love you, too, Tiger,” you gave her little butterfly kisses and set her down. “Can you take her back to the lab? I’m gong to take a few minutes and catch up later.”

“Yes, Missus Barnes,” the guard said taking your daughters hand in theirs.

When you alone you started to stare at the supplies in front of you. You wondered if this was actually enough. You wanted this to work so bad, you almost didn’t hear the snap of a twig behind you. You snapped your head up to listen for it again. Taking a deep breath you shook you head and went back to shuffling through the metal before you.

A twig snapped again.

You picked up a thin, but long piece of metal. “Whoever you are, you may want to think twice about who you sneak up on.”

You spun around, swinging the metal as you went. Something, well more like someone stopped your swing. You froze when you realized who had stopped your swing. A chill ran through your body. You know the color drained from your face. Those blue eyes were just as surprised as you were. They searched yours for some kind of answer.

Your hands fell and so did the metal. You took a step back only to lose your footing. He stepped forwards and grabbed your arms pulling you back towards him.

“Careful there, Doll.”

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