#LOOK I GET IT OKAY! it's probably the only room without a window! any natural light will overexpose the image and ruin it!!

[beartraperserved]

me staring at the screen as I realize adam's darkroom is in his bathroom

#adam faulkner stanheight #adam faulkner #adam stanheight #don't believe me? go to when he enters his darkroom and watch him as he puts his cd player down #right around 1:06:53 if you look at the very very left you can see the lip of the toilet #LOOK I GET IT OKAY! it's probably the only room without a window! any natural light will overexpose the image and ruin it!! #but please...he better be cleaning that bathroom REGULARLY....

[pretty-toru]

back to where the sun is┆gojo satoru

୧ genre: mild angst, fluff ending

୧ wc: 1.1k

୧ synopsis: young megumi learns that gojo satoru is not him without you (and vice-versa).

Megumi at the young age of nine somehow always knows when you and Satoru fought, even if you both tried to do it quietly and behind closed doors to keep him and Tsumiki from worrying. The two step-siblings would totter their way to the small argument going on inside your shared bedroom with Satoru, and with their little ears pressed against the closed door the brunette would whisper, "Are we going to be okay?" with a crestfallen look on her face and a heavy hand over her heart.

"We will be," Megumi tries to offer comfort. But even he’s afraid that when a serious conflict arises between you two the last thing you want is to resolve the issue and make-up, leaving your little found family behind because you've finally had enough of putting up with his mentor and never want to speak to him again. What aches him the most is that he's accepted you and Satoru as his guardians, yet he feels as though he shouldn't have gotten too comfortable in the off-chance that something happens and he doesn't have a place to call home anymore.

Megumi doesn't know how to help the situation when he finds you rummaging through the kitchen cabinets after midnight, tossing away Satoru's stash of sweets and snacks into a plastic bag because you're upset with him. You don't notice the young sorcerer creeping into the dim lighting until he voices his presence, "Is something wrong?" and you don't know how long he's been standing there.

"Oh! Megumi, you scared me." You momentarily turn your back toward him to wipe your tears away with your sleeves, a clipped smile on your face to give him any semblance of reassurance that there's nothing to be concerned about. "I'm, um, taking away Satoru's snacking privileges for a bit. I'm just worried about his blood sugar levels with the sweets he's been consuming lately s'all. You understand, don't you?"

Before the young boy could open his mouth, you heaved a heavy sigh and shook your head before placing the bag aside and approaching him. "Actually, no. I should be setting a good example for you and Tsumiki instead of making things worse." You knew that Megumi was smart enough to put two and two together so sugar coating wouldn't have done you any favors, so you had to be the bigger person because the children needed to see one of you apologize to each other when it's over to establish what a healthy relationship should look like.

"Did he do something wrong again? I know he's an idiot sometimes, but give him another chance, please." You didn't realize how much he would be affected by the nature of your and Satoru's relationship when you're not on good terms, and it's in the way his sullen eyes fall to the ground and the slight tremor in his voice. And you honestly feel for him given his circumstances and how he came to be your responsibility now.

"Oh no, sweetie. It's, um, actually my fault and I should probably go make things right with him before it's too late. He's only trying his best after all and I know that now. Don't worry, Satoru and I will be fine. Run along and get some sleep now, okay?" You offer him another smile, this time more warm and genuine, and you lean down to press a sweet kiss atop his head.

"Okay, you promise?"

"Yes, of course. It's a promise. Good night, Megumi."

"Good night."

The next morning Megumi awakes to the golden canopy of sunbeams filtering through his window, a sweet scent of breakfast pancakes and strawberry sauce wafts under his nose and he tosses his comforter aside. As he peeks into the living room, he's relieved to see there's no sign of a make-shift bed that would indicate Satoru taking residence there for the night 一 a common occurrence that he observed over previous fights between you two.

When he peers into the kitchen with a white-haired man adorned in an apron hovering over the stove flipping a pancake, he notices a beautiful arrangement of flowers placed in a water-filled vase decorating the dining table that hadn't been there the night before. It appears that you really kept your promise to him and made up with each other, and despite emerging from his room with his usual broody attitude he looked somewhat happy and content.

"Heya, sport. What'cha smiling over there about, hm?" Satoru calls out to him when he sensed his pupil's gaze on him, his signature grin spreading across his features like he's right back to being himself as though the heartwrenching events from last night never happened. "Sleep well?"

Megumi nods and situates himself at the table next to Tsumiki with a plate and utensils already laid out for him, and Satoru strides over to plop two fresh and steaming pancakes onto his plate. Of course, the grown man gestures to the condiments on the table that he can help himself to as he returns back to his post. But not before crouching down to his level and relaying that a "little bird" told him about the intervention he made and that he doesn't need to worry since "It's just another lover's quarrel. You know how I like to spice things up from time to time."

"It really seems they've both forgiven each other. He's been in a good mood all morning," Tsumiki whispers to Megumi as he glances from his breakfast to you appearing in the kitchen and giving Satoru a good morning kiss. You both engage in small talk while being sweet on one another as you’d wrap your arms around your boyfriend watching him pour the last of the batter into the pan and he hand feeds you cubed honeydew for keeping him company.

It’s the same regular routine where you’d greet everyone good morning and make light chatter about today’s agenda and Satoru would seat himself beside you after setting both your plates down and enjoys his breakfast with the three of you. He's even making an effort of putting his shaman life on pause to spend quality time with you since you addressed how it always feels like his body is here but his mind's somewhere else, so whatever Ijichi's ringing him about first thing in the morning can wait until later.

Before Megumi goes to take another sweet bite, he guesses it was a smart decision to sneak back into the kitchen an hour after you've gone to your room to return the evidence of your late-night endeavors of throwing Satoru's most treasured snacks away back to their rightful places in the pantry. After all, he always hated the idea of you two separating if he could do something about it.

#same universe as the other fic — always golden! #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[lokisprettygirl]

Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 24 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 25

Summary: The brothers meet again.

Trigger Warning: 18+, Description of rape and assault, panic attack, violence against women, Extreme dark themes, Sexual abuse, physical abuse, public sex, Rough violent sex, 18+, Steamy stuff, age difference ,Rough language, mention of suicide, talk of virginity and slut shaming, manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff

You kept your eyes on him as he drove you towards Thor's creepy dungeon again. You didn't know why he was taking you there but you knew you were completely safe as long as you had him, your eyes drifted towards the strained knuckles on the steering wheel and that's when you noticed the bruise on them.

"What happened there?" You asked him so he shrugged in a manner that always meant "Don't worry about it"

You continued to stare at his face so he looked to the side and gave you the smile that made you want to curl up to him immediately. Moments like this made you wish you were as small as a cat.

"What?" He asked you as your fingers caressed his scalp.

"Can't I just stare at the sexiest guy to walk this planet without being interrupted?" He chuckled as you answered him,

"You really do suck at flirting sweetheart"

"As if you're any better" you smiled at him and you could see the wheels turning in his head.

"I don't need to flirt with you to fuck you" your breath quickened at the deep sultry voice he used.

"That is ummmm well it's true"

It took two hours, you even fell asleep on the way and he couldn't help but keep his eyes on your sleeping form. His heart fluttered at the sight, maybe he needed to cuddle you up sometimes later. He really wanted to make you feel cherished but he just didn't know how to do that, he was only good at fucking things up and hurting you, that came naturally to him, it was in his genes.

He looked around properly this time as Thor's place arrived, it was deep into the woods with no sight of other human beings whatsoever.

"Hey darling wake up" the back of his fingers rubbed over your cheek so you opened your eyes and looked at him. You took your seat belt off and climbed onto his lap like a cat, he appreciated that alot. His arms wrapped around your body as you snuggled into him

"You trust me right?" He asked you again so you hummed in response. Of Course you trusted him, it just felt a little weird to be back here "You're safe I promise okay? He won't hurt you..if he does I'll kill him right on the spot"

"Okay daddy..kiss me" a smile crept on his lips as you mumbled like a child, he grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you as passionately as he could but before it could get heated you heard a knock on the window of his side and it made you jump. It was Thor so loki lowered down the glass of the window.

"Time is up love birds" he snickered so you glared at him "Ohh hey little starling"

You winced at the nickname, it wasn't new, he used to call you that when you were just a kid, you remembered him visiting your mother at the center, especially at nights sometimes when your daddy wasn't there. As he opened the door you looked at Loki so he assured you with his eyes and you stepped out, as soon as Loki came out you grabbed onto his fingers.

"Thor"

"Loki"

They glared at each other momentarily before Thor started to walk away, his dungeon seemed weird, he probably bought it on Craigslist, it was under the ground, there was no structure, just a narrow corridor that lead to a hall and it had four rooms in total, you recognised the one he had kept you in. At the end of the hall there was a kitchenette and what you assumed was his living space

"Where is mother?" Loki asked him as he looked around.

"Sent her someplace away, don't worry about her, she won't trouble you and your little starling…sit down..relax" You crossed your arms as Thor said that

"And where is she?" You looked at him confused as Loki questioned again.

"The first room" Thor answered him

"Where is who?" You asked Loki so he sighed.

"Just stay here and relax okay I'll be back in a few"

"You're leaving me alone with him?" Your eyes teared up so Loki looked at Thor, Thor was looking at him with a constant smile on his face.

"Don't worry okay? Just calm down, I just need you to trust me" He said to you so you nodded, he kissed your forehead before he walked back into the narrow corridor that led to the first room. You turned around and glared at Thor before you picked a chair and sat down.

"Sooooooo what will you have? I have wine, whiskey, plain ol' orange juice..no tea or coffee unfortunately"

He said to you but you didn't respond so he sat down with a glass of whiskey on the single couch. You looked at him and you were going to say something insulting and super mean but then you remembered his life, he wasn't exactly spared from the abuse, you were mad at him for never protecting Loki but maybe just like Loki he didn't have a choice either.

"Lucky lad ain't he, got a sweet girl who'd come back to her kidnappers house so willingly" he smiled but his eyes were teary.

"He'll kill you if you even try–"

"Oh nooo noo ..not trying anything, you're like a sister to me now" you scrunched your face as he said that.

"I'm just going to forget that you didn't drug me that night and kidnapped me and slapped me and tried to rape me"

"I wasn't going to do the rape thingy ..not really, just wanted to see you piss your pants with fear but you surprised me little starling" you rolled your eyes as he said that.

"Why are we here?" He chugged on his drink before he answered you.

"He wanted to see her"

"See who? You said Frigga wasn't here"

"Natasha" your eyes widened at the name. Why the fuck was she here?

"Wait what?"

"Do you really think she changed her statement because she suddenly wanted to be nice?" He chuckled and you didn't need to ask more questions.

"Loki I swear if you don't get me out of here.. I'll destroy you and everything you care about" Loki chuckled as she threatened him. She was in position to do so right now.

"How does it feel to be taken against your will this time for real?" He asked her as he sat down on the chair in front of the bed.

"I have a child, he needs me loki.. pleaseee" her eyes teared up but it only made him feel better.

"Well I'm glad it's not a girl, hell knows you don't deserve a baby girl after what you have done" she chuckled as he said that.

"You think you're on some sort of higher moral ground here lokiii? Really" She taunted him so he smiled.

"I actually don't. I know who I am but you seem to have forgotten. How long do you think you'll survive here? You know how Thor gets when he's ummm angry" her jaw clenched and the facade dropped again.

"Odin should have killed you both" his eyes teared up as she said that. She hasn't changed at all and she never would, he never should have trusted her at all knowing that she fancied a man like his father.

"Anyways just in case you don't know I know where your boy is so don't act funny, I won't hesitate to add one more name to the list of children who have died because of me" The arrogance melted away from her face as he said that. For once she actually feared him.

"You can't do that Loki..you're not like that…pleasse I'm sorry..I'll do whatever you want..just please don't hurt him..you're not like that I know" she begged him and he closed his eyes at the relief he felt in the moment. He looked at her intently and then smiled devilishly.

"Ohhh try me, why don't you? I am Odin's son after all"

After staring at each other for a while, You stood up and walked towards Thor so he looked at you, he wondered if you were going to slap him again.

"Have you ever been hugged?" He looked at you confused as you questioned him.

"What?"

"Stand up"

"What are you doing starling?" He chuckled so you grabbed his arm and made him stand up then you hugged him as appropriately as you could.

"You're supposed to hug me back" you mumbled to him so he wrapped his arms around you.

"Ummmm what is thisss?"

"It's called hugging..it makes you feel better"

"How many times you have hugged my brother in past few years?"

"Plenty of times"

"Is he better? Less evil? Saner now?"

"He never was evil" Thor chuckled as you said that even though he knew you weren't wrong, he has spent sleepless nights thinking about his life at the center, he wanted to change his past, he wanted to go back and protect his Little brother but it was impossible to do that now. That day when he was on top of you and you begged him to protect Loki, he saw it as a chance to redeem himself, he hoped it would make him sleep that night but nothing of that sort happened.

"What's going on here?" You heard Loki's voice so you pulled away from his brother.

"Before you punch me in the face she came onto me and not vice versa" Thor chuckled and you glared at him.

"It was just a hug…my goddddd" you walked towards Loki and got on your tiptoes to kiss him. You heard Thor whistling in a teasing manner so you stopped immediately.

"What are we going to do with her?" Loki made you sit down on the couch as he questioned Thor.

"You tell me brother..I can ..you know..push her off the cliff or something" your eyes widened as Thor said that, these people talked about murder as if it was nothing. You were going to say something but as you felt Loki's fingers running over your scalp you ate your words and relished in the feeling like a starved puppy.

"That's only going to come back and bite us in the arse, I need her to confess that she came here because of Odin"

"Leave it upto me then..here..have this" Loki looked at the glass of whisky as Thor offered him "Don't worry ..no drugs" Thor gave you that infuriating smile again so you rolled your eyes. Loki grabbed the glass and took a sip.

"Give her something to eat" he said to Thor.

"I offered..she denied "

"Do you blame her you oaf?"

"Noooo" Thor walked towards the kitchenette and took out a pre-made sandwich from the fridge to pass it to you which you took hesitantly.

"What is your new name now?" You asked Thor and Loki wondered the same, he never really asked, it's not as if they both had a proper conversation since Thor shoved himself back into his life.

"It's Theo" you chuckled as he said that

"I mean it's fine..nice name..it's just too similar to Thor" you chomped on your sandwich as you finished your sentence.

"I wanted something with Th..you think your name is nice? It sucks ..y/n.. huhhh what even is that?" He retaliated and before the back and forth could continue Loki intervened.

"Where's mother?" Loki asked him

"Told you she's safe somewhere..need one more?" He pointed towards the empty glass Loki was holding so he nodded. You didn't want to stop him if he wanted to drink with his brother, you couldn't even imagine how weird this must be for him but you knew he still cared about his brother so you wanted them to bond with each other.

"I'm going to look around" you stood up to give them a little privacy but loki grabbed your arms.

"Don't go up there to wander okay?" He told you sternly so you pressed a kiss on his cheek.

"Okay daddy" Thor's eyes widened at the name but he didn't say anything.

"Ask him first" you turned to Thor as Loki said that. He indeed acted like your father sometimes.

"Can I look around?" You asked him so he nodded, as you disappeared out of their sight Loki sat down on the couch and sighed.

"What kind of fucked up relationship do you share with her?" Thor asked him as he pulled up a chair next to him, he did refill both of their glasses again before he sat down.

"The same kind you shared with her mother" Thor's eyes teared up as he was reminded of her again.

"It's not the same is it?"

"Not really"

"Does she know about us? Me and her mother?" He asked Loki

"I don't know..she never talks about her mother, only mentions her when she's trying to make a point"

"Do you love her?" Loki chuckled as Thor questioned him

"What is love really? Monsters like us don't deserve that"

"You do. You saved a life at least "

"That won't erase my sins" he chugged on his drink in one go and picked the bottle up from the floor to fill his glass again.

"Well ..at least you got her to take your mind off" Thor chuckled so Loki glared at him.

"She's not a fucking distraction"

"Then what is she to you?"

"Necessity"

Thor smiled as Loki said that. He was happy for his brother, he deserved to have someone in his life.

"What about you?" Loki asked him so Thor sighed deeply .

"Got drunk and married this chick in Vegas once, lasted like a year, sex was amazing but she couldn't handle the secret relationship..she was kind of famous at the time" Loki looked at him confused as Thor said that.

"I got married too once..you must already know her since you sent her to spy on me"

"Mother wanted it and it was fun to do it not gonna lie"

"You're an asshole "

"Thanks, still can't wrap my mind around the fact that you found a woman to marry you in her right mind"

Loki chuckled as Thor said that. Now that he looks back he couldn't believe either that a woman like Jolene chose to marry him. Why would anyone do that? Why would you even love him? That question always bothered him.

You laid down on the bed in one of the rooms, there was a roof window on the ceiling and you could see the stars lightening up which seemed beautiful, it also terrified you because anyone could find the basement and look inside the room. You sat up as you heard the door opening, it was loki though so you took a breath of relief.

"Hey there" you mumbled softly as he closed the door, he seemed drunk.

"I'm a bit buzzed so we should wait before I drive us back" he mumbled as he took his jacket off, leaving him in that white shirt he had on this morning. He looked up at the window and his brows furrowed "That's cool"

"Come lie down with me" you tapped the side of the bed next to you so he kissed you before he lowered you down on the bed.

"Thank you" he mumbled as he sucked on your neck

"For what?"

"For trusting me enough to come with me here, I know it wasn't easy" your hands sneaked inside his shirt so you could caress his skin, your fingers ran over the long scars on his back and he moaned slightly at the feeling.

"You don't have to thank me, I'll follow you to the hell and back" he looked at you lovingly and kissed on your cheek before he laid next to you, you lifted his arm up and placed your head down on his bicep, you could feel his fingers caressing your shoulders while the other hand linked with yours. Your fingers mindlessly trailed over his forearm, the only light coming into the room was from the starry night that reflected right upon your faces because of the roof window

"What is the plan Loki? I know she should be punished for what she has done but this is not the way" you mumbled softly so he hummed in response

"I just need her to confess that's it"

"You know they'd look for her"

"I know baby..I'll take care of it I promise"

You turned your head to the side and kissed him, he tasted like whiskey and smoke, he never really smoked unless he was extremely stressed. He didn't have any bad habits, the only one he had was promiscuity, you had fixed that one too hopefully. You kissed the bruises on his knuckles and he smiled even though it was getting hard for him to keep his eyes open.

"I love you lolo"

"And I love you sweet buttons"

Yeah he was definitely drunk.

Your legs spooned around his waist, the bulge in his pants made you want to rub against him but you didn't want to take advantage of his drunken state, you knew he'd never do that to you if situations were reversed.

"Touch me darling" your breath hitched as he whispered softly.

"You're drunk baby"

"I know what I'm asking for..touch me ..please" he grabbed your hand and placed it on his hardening cock so you rubbed him up and down slowly. You opened the button of his jeans and unzipped him, his hard cock slipped out of the confinement so you stroked him in your fist, he laid down on his back as the sensation grew, your mouth latched onto his neck, the precum dripped down so you collected it with your thumb and used it to aid your movement. The ragged moans escaped his throat and you wished you could have captured this moment into a film somehow because you didn't think you'd ever get to see something so pretty ever again.

You lifted yourself up to kiss him while your hand continued to work his cock, you were practically on top of him but you didn't think he noticed that just yet. You didn't want him to notice either.

"Goddd my goddd you're beautiful you know? So beautiful" you whispered the praise in his ear and his jaw flexed.

"So are you baby..fuckk keep going little girl..i fucking love you yeah? Daddy loves you so much" You kissed him again as he finished his mindless words. You didn't think he even knew what he meant at the moment.

"I love you Loki, you're loved baby, you're so loved and you always will be..you'll always have me i promise"

As he came all over your hands he moaned your name out loud, you allowed the moment to pass by you before you got up and used the bathroom to clean him, he seemed intoxicated out of his mind so you pulled his pants up and laid down next to him to hold him as tightly as you could. You knew you both won't be going back home tonight.

In the middle of the night he shifted a little so you placed your hand on his cheek and kissed him again, he spoke immediately after that and the words made you smile.

"Happy birthday sweet buttons, I'll make this a good one i promise"

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[pixelatedraindrops]

Oh no, I just came up with another whumpy head-canon in my head for Yuma... XD

It involves his Forte.

He can only use Coalescence with the same person (or in general) a maximum of three times a day. (meaning holding hands and using the ability, then letting go) After that, his body begins to get tired (like fubuki and desuhiko) and the more times he uses it after, his state gets even worse and even begins falling ill.

He slowly starts developing symptoms (such as dizziness and coughing) as time goes by and the rainy setting of Kanai Ward only makes it worse for him.

Starting at a low fever after time #4 around 37.5c or 99.5f

Then a moderate one after time #7 around 38.7c or 101.6f

Then it becomes high and more severe if it gets past time #10 around 39.2c or 102.5f to 40.0c or 104.0f

After every 3 times (past the original 3 times) his body temperature rises and his health deteriorates.

If he’s not careful, it may even land him in the hospital 🏥

It first happens with Halara since they were so stubborn and iffy about holding hands. (Shinigami didn’t know of this limit either)

He eventually has to ask Halara to keep their hands together the rest of the investigation and explains once his body temperature reaches near a certain level. Halara complies with no choice seeing the state he's in.

Because of all the times he lets go and holds their hand again during the investigation, he’s probably more closer to the higher state. They keep their hands conjoined by the time they investigate the third crime scene. Until Halara lets it go on order for him to investigate the window outside the room.

"...you look like a walking corpse master. I think you should stop using Coalescence now and only use it as a last resort. Looks like Hellara's reluctance to touch you caused you to use it way too much."

Naturally the first time this occurs, it ends pretty badly due to them being in the dark about it. By the time the case is solved, he has a temperature of around 39.c.

Then it also happens with Fubuki because of all the time rewinds. (This time he and Shinigami knew the risk better but not the exact number, but they had no choice given the situation they were in.)

"You don't look so good... Are you okay?"

Kurumi notices the paleness of his state and asks him if he’s okay. Of course to not cause any worry, he says he’s fine.

He only holds hands with Fubuki a total of 6/7 times so the state he's in this time is only moderate. But it's still tiring for him. By the time the case is solved, he is exhausted. His temperature is at around 38.c

But with Desuhiko and Vivia he was okay since he only held their hands once.

It is a pretty powerful forte so…

it probably comes at a price, or a limit.

However: Yuma temporarily fully recovers when in a Mystery Labyrinth since they’re in another world, but after returning to reality, he’s in the same state as when he first entered. (maybe even worse) Causing him to usually collapse after the case is solved and they’re (hopefully) out of danger. But only if he over-uses his forte.

(endgame spoilers)

Makoto explains this in the Final Labyrinth.

Only 3 times a day, Coalescence can be used with no penalty. After that, it slowly takes a toll on both their health. Without that limit, it would be too powerful, and all power comes with a price.

Plus, what better way to slow these two determined hardworking boys down? An injury likely wouldn’t stop them, but how about crippling them with fever? That would slow anyone down.

That also may be another reason why Number One remains in the shadows. Although his mind and ability is powerful, maybe his physical state is rather frail. So he rarely comes out and makes sure to be careful using his forte. To keep himself in adequate health. However, after losing his memory he forgot about the limit it has, and puts himself at risk not once but twice.

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(this would breed for good sickfic fodder :3 Not just the rainy setting of Kanai, but his forte too. (plus games just use high fevers as a side effect for things like this a lot anyway)

god this is just too easy…😂

#rain code #whumpcode #master detective archives: rain code #yuma kokohead #my headcanon #mdarc #rain code spoilers #alt. scenarios #illness #sicknario #my edits #pixeledits #character analysis #the fortes are a good way to put limits on the body #desuhiko and fubuki proved that fact #yuma being the little wet cat that he is this was too accurate #gotta whump up this little guy further xD #even his own forte hates him lmao #if the rain doesn’t take him out then why not his ability #all power has to come at a price #can’t just use it all the time #whump edit #screenshot edit #illness whump #whump scenario #yes I made those 3 screenshot edits #ALSO THIS IS ONLY WHEN USING HIS FORTE #HE CAN HOLD HANDS WITH PEOPLE FINE X'D #just so long as he doesn't take their ability...that is what strains his body

[quietly-by-myself]

Shadow By My Fireplace - Chapter 33 (FINALE)

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Well, it's been a long journey here, huh? I hope you have all enjoyed this story as much as I have. I've loved writing this, seeing all of your reactions and love for the story. Just, thank you all for your support.

Thank you to @darkthingshappen for elevating this series through her beta reading. And for cheering me on and helping make good decisions.

Thank you to the following people for cheering me on: 🐘 anon, @flowersarefreetherapy, @oddsconvert, @whumpsday, @pumpkin-spice-whump, and @verkja. Y'all are awesome

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The car ride was long back to Hope. New York was never a big state in Cyril’s head. He was from a small town not far outside Oswego - not far from the United States-Canada border, not far from Lake Ontario, and not too far from New York City. It was easy to forget the expanse that was New York State in that small town, in that small cabin.

Trees blended into one and the conversation between Sacha and his parents was hopeful. Sacha and Cyril had both said that they didn’t really want to talk about what happened, so his family did the talking. They couldn’t stop telling Sacha about everything he’d missed while he was gone, how happy they were to have him back. Soon, the conversation changed to what they wanted to do for his birthday. Cyril would chip in when asked or when he thought of something to say, but he mostly stayed quiet.

Finally, they arrived at Hope. The sun had started to set, but that was only natural - it was winter after all. They’d driven through snow-covered trees in the Upstate.

Sacha’s home wasn’t big. In fact, it reminded Cyril of his cabin more than the houses he saw when he worked in Syracuse. It was a ranch with a dirty door and windows, but the garden in the front was netted - probably for the deer. Cyril recognized the tomato plants. It must’ve been a dormant vegetable garden.

Sacha’s mother hurried to open the door to welcome the two of them in. “I’m sorry for the mess. We didn’t really have time to clean,” she said with a chuckle.

Cyril chuckled, too. The house was almost perfectly clean inside and smelled of vanilla. 

“It’s okay. I understand.”

Sacha’s mother led them all to the living room, while Sacha’s father brought over four bottles of craft beer.

He smiled at Sacha. “You’re finally old enough to drink.”

Sacha chuckled a little. Cyril thought over any medication that Sacha might be taking, but then remembered that Sacha wasn’t taking anything more than acetaminophen and ibuprofen. He chuckled a little to himself, which drew a look from Sacha. Cyril was quick to wave his hand dismissively.

“I just remembered something.”

Sacha nodded and accepted the beer from his father. The four of them toasted then all took a sip of their beers. Cyril hummed a little. He missed craft beer, all those years in the mountains.  

After a little beat of happy, content silence, Sacha’s mother spoke. “I’m headed to go make dinner.” She looked at Cyril. “Don’t you dare ask to help. This is for us to do for you.”

Cyril laughed a little. “How’d you figure it out?”

“You just seem like the type,” Sacha’s mother said with a laugh.

Sacha and his father got talking about different things. Apparently the Buffalo Bills were getting a lot better recently. Cyril wouldn’t know. He wasn’t into sports. However, to see Sacha’s face light up and for him to talk, actually talk, excitedly without hesitation made Cyril smile widely. 

However, after a while, a thought started to hang around in Cyril’s head. One that bothered him and needed to get out.

He stood up politely and said he was going to talk to Sacha’s mother. Clementine - if Cyril remembered correctly. 

Cyril knocked a little on the door frame. “Mrs. Matisse?”

Sacha’s mother smiled and looked back at Cyril. She was chopping up yellow potatoes and garlic.

“You aren’t asking to help, right?”

Cyril cracked a smile. “No, I’m not, Mrs. Matisse.”

Sacha’s mother waved her hand. “Call me Clementine.”

“Clementine, then. I, um, pardon. I’m not the best at talking.”

“Neither was Sacha. It… it took him a long time to climb out of his shell.”

Cyril swallowed a little. “I’m a doctor.”

Suddenly, he has Clementine’s attention. “Did he-?”

Cyril shook his head. “I left medicine for personal reasons a few years ago. I found him half-dead in the forest near where I live. I know the house he came from, now, but I wanted you to know that the man who kept him captive is dead. He died of an infection. Sacha almost did, too, but I healed him.”

Clementine’s knife fell and she turned to look at him. In fact, she didn’t just look at him, she came and hugged him.

“You, a total stranger, saved my son?” There were tears in her eyes. In the other room, the TV was on a football game and Sacha and his father were watching happily. “Even after you left medicine, you saved him?”

Cyril nodded. “I guess so.”

Clementine hugged him tighter. “Thank you. Thank you for being my son’s guardian angel.”

Gently, Cyril rubbed her back as she cried a little into him. “Was it bad? The condition he was in?”

“It was bad, yes.”

She went quiet again. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I will never be able to repay you, but thank you. Know that if you need anything, you can come to me.”

Cyril took a breath. “About that, I had a question.”

“Anything,” Clementine breathed.

“I’d like to come practice here,” Cyril blurted. He took a moment in the silence that followed to put his thoughts together. “I know you hardly know me but I wanted to ask your permission. Sacha would say yes no matter what, but that doesn’t mean I’m wanted, you know?” He took a breath. “I can’t imagine living away from him anymore. He’s become like a little brother to me. I took care of him. I helped him break out of his shell and…” Made him ready to live in society again.

Clementine nodded her understanding, taking a step back with a warm smile that created peaks and valleys on her face. “We would love to have you. It’s a long drive to the nearest doctor out here.”

Cyril’s heart sang. “Are you sure?”

Clementine laughed. “Just make sure you get vetted as a Medicaid provider. There’s a lot of people out here on Medicaid and the nearest doctor doesn’t even take it.”

Cyril nodded, smiling. He’d intended to, anyway. “Thank you. I cannot put into words how much I owe you for that.”

“We owe you more, I guarantee that. I just have to ask, don’t you have any family or anything? Anyone who would miss you up there?”

Cyril shook his head, looking a little sad. “I was a foster kid, never adopted. Didn’t really get to know many people. My only real friend died maybe five years ago.”

“I’m so sorry.” Clementine gave him a kind look. “You can stay with us until you’re set up.”

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” Clementine laughed a little. “Go with the other boys and watch some football. Even if you don’t like it.”

Cyril laughed a little. “Never did.”

Clementine laughed heartily. “I never did either.”

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One month after Sacha’s homecoming…

Each breath that Sacha breathed let out a puff of white steam into the air. The Lake was just starting to ice over as Cyril and Sacha were sitting, feet hanging off the edge, looking out onto the water. They’d cleared a small area for themselves and brought two cushions.

The sky was dark and filled with stars. So far out from the city, you might even see the Milky Way if the night allowed. It was getting late and Sacha was getting tired, but it was tradition to stay up until midnight to open their presents. It was a long-standing tradition in his family for Christmas.

“Sacha,” Cyril began, turning to look at him. The two had hot chocolate warming their hands through their gloves. The winds were always cold on the Lake. 

“Yeah?”

“This is the first Christmas I’m celebrating since Oliver died. I… um, I used to celebrate with his family, but his family stopped wanting to see me after he died.”

Sacha nodded quietly. “I’m sorry.”

“It is what it is.”

A beat of silence passed between them. Eventually, after an awkwardly long silence, Cyril spoke. “I’m really glad that I found you, Sacha. You’re my family now. Your family has been wonderful to me. Even standing up for me when the cops came to check me out.”

Both of them knew what Cyril was referring to. When news surfaced that the long-missing Sacha Matisse had returned home, the FBI had come to investigate. Upon looking at Emery Abberton’s mansion, they found the bodies of three other victims, victims like Sacha. Sacha was his sole survivor.

Emery’s mother had been covering for him and spilled the whole truth. After that and a quick investigation into Cyril’s connections, Cyril’s name had been cleared, in part because of the way that Sacha’s family stood up for him.

“I never imagined that I’d get out alive.”

Cyril patted him on the back. “None of that matters now. You’re a survivor. Now, you’re home.”

Sacha laughed a little. “I just don’t know what the hell I’m going to do now.”

Cyril got serious. “Study. Learn something. There’s got to be a community college close to here.”

“But what would I study?”

Cyril shrugged. “I don’t know. That’s up to you. You could become a therapist, a social worker. I can see you as a woodworker.”

The two of them sat in silence for a little while longer. “I was thinking about marine health. Something like environmental science but for the Lakes.”

Cyril smiled and laughed. “That suits you. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that before.”

Sacha laughed a little too. “I guess it does.”

Sacha’s phone began to buzz in his pocket. He always kept it on do not disturb except for certain family members, one of which was his mother.

Sacha picked up his phone, only to see the time was 11:55pm. 

“Where are you two?” Sacha’s mom sounded panicked, afraid almost. Sacha and Cyril had simply lost track of time, but Sacha was sure that it reminded her all too much of the night that her son disappeared.

“It’s okay, Maman. We’re at the dock. We’ll be there soon.”

Sacha’s mom took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay. We’ll see you soon.”

It was a ten-minute walk back to Sacha’s house from the dock, but once they got inside, they were hit with warmth and the twinkling of the Christmas tree.

Sacha’s mom was smiling warmly at the both of them. “Sacha, Cyril, we want you to open your presents first.”

Sacha smiled and nudged Cyril who was a little in shock.

Sacha’s father handed Sacha and Cyril each a box. They motioned for Cyril and Sacha to open it at the same time, which they obliged. Inside, there was matching carved goldfish made from wood, hand-finished and painted. Each one was almost the same, except for those little details that hand-finishing made.

Sacha’s mom was the one that spoke to Sacha first. “We wanted to welcome you both into the family. Sacha, we’re welcoming you back. We want you to know that we’ll always love you, no matter what. Okay? We’re just happy to have you home.”

“And Cyril,” Sacha’s father said next, not giving Sacha even a moment to absorb what had been said, “The goldfish is a symbol of our family. We wanted you to have one that matched Sacha’s. You’re a part of this family now. You saved our son. If ever you need a place to go, we’ll always be here for you. Regardless. Okay?”

Cyril bit his lip, tears forming in his eyes. Though Sacha had heard the speech about loving him unconditionally many times over the past month, Cyril was being welcomed for the first time. Cyril nodded a bit, struggling to absorb the information.

“Th-” his voice broke a bit. “Thank you. This means so much to me. Thank you.”

Sacha’s mom looked upon Cyril with kind eyes. “Of course. You’re always welcome here.”

Cyril nodded, but the disbelief was palpable. 

“Let’s move onto your other presents.”

For Cyril - all new gardening tools, scented lotion for his hands, and an invitation to work on the garden in front of Sacha’s house. Again, Cyril was emotional. After all, now he had two gardens - Sacha’s and his own.

For Sacha - a new, thick blanket and bed sheets for his room, a Buffalo Bills jersey, signed by a star player that even Sacha didn’t recognize but knew was important from his father’s pride, and a new cat tower for his room for Amber. 

Sacha didn’t have money to buy his mom and dad gifts, but Cyril had given them each $100 in cash, explaining that he didn’t know them well enough to buy them presents quite yet.

The two understood. Of course they did.

As the night wound down and the tiredness set in, Cyril went to the guest room and Sacha went to his bedroom that hadn’t changed much since he’d disappeared. 

Lying there, Sacha felt warm and loved in a way he hadn’t before. His mind went to Emery, but he quickly thought of the goldfish, of Cyril, of his parents, and of the content feeling that now rested in his chest. The image of Emery didn’t belong there anymore.

Sacha didn’t just own himself.

He was his own person now, with a brother and parents. He was happy. But, most importantly, Sacha was at peace.

That peace was worth more than gold and tasted sweeter than any nectar from the heavens.

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A Shinobi Simply has to Play with the Hand he’s Dealt

“The arm is still highly experimental. It’s made from Hashirama’s cells and operates on a connection to your chakra. We’ll have to monitor you for a while before you have the greenlight to go home. There’s no telling if there will be any side effects or what they will be. So just sit tight, okay, Naruto?”

“Aww c’mon Granny! You did a great job! I mean just look at this!” Naruto repeatedly flexed the hand on the end of his newly attached forearm. “It feels just like my old arm!” Naruto praised, forming a fist and swinging it through the air.

“Yes, well, that may be true, however you still need to be monitored. If that thing malfunctions it could suck every last drop of chakra right out of you.”

Naruto stiffened, feeling a cold sweat coming on. He slowed himself down now that he was painfully aware of his role as a test subject. “Hold on. That could happen and you strapped this thing onto me anyway?!?” He asked.

“You aren’t chickening out are you?” Tsunade teased, raising a blonde brow at her patient. “And after all that whining you did to convince me to go this far…”

Naruto gulped hard. His fragile manhood crumpled under the teasing. “No, no, of course not!”

“Good. After all, we’ll be monitoring your chakra for any changes. You’ll be fine,” said his well endowed doctor. “Now,” She tossed him a couple of papers. “Work on these hand exercises and don’t push it. I’ll see you in the morning-”

“Granny.”

“Yes?”

Naruto was staring at the full moon outside of the window to his room, clutching the papers when he asked, “any news from Sasuke?”

Tsunade hesitated and Naruto smiled longingly. “That’s alright,” he said. “He’ll reach out when he’s ready.”

Tsunade left him wordlessly and Naruto looked over the papers.“You’d probably make fun of me for all this wouldn’t ya Sasuke?” He asked, knowing he’d get no answer.

Nevertheless, Naruto was diligent. He began to work on the exercises. He tapped his fingers to each other, flexed his hand gently, and made hand signs without channeling chakra.

Sasuke never considered himself much of a voyeurist, but watching Naruto in his hospital gown fumble with his hands through his window was strangely entrancing. He’d only been away from the village for a short while, but like Naruto, he too, was thinking about his rival and Naruto was right. Sasuke did think he was a loser for giving in and replacing the arm he’d lost in their fight. He could never be so lame.

 Sasuke brushed the growing hair from his eyes and watched Naruto closely. This came naturally to the man who possessed both a mangekyo sharingan and rinnegan. What he saw caught his interest.

Naruto’s demeanor had changed. Thinking about Sasuke always had an effect on him. He tried his best to keep it hidden in public, but in the privacy of the hospital bed, Naruto caved. “Man…I really miss you, y’know?” Naruto whispered and his new hand slipped beneath the thin white sheets draped loosely over his lap.

Sasuke’s eyes widened and then focused on the movement there to ensure what he was seeing was true. Was he really using that fake hand to touch himself? “Tch. Naruto you loser,” he grumbled in confirmation, settling into a seated position against the trunk of the tree he found himself concealed in. He watched as Naruto grew hot and restless from his incessant stroking; it was a wonder he ever mastered sage jutsu.

Naruto wasn’t the only one getting restless though. The bulge in Sasuke’s pants reminded him that again just like Naruto, he also hadn’t been able to utilize his dominant hand for self-stimulation. The only difference was that Sasuke never replaced his arm. He had to play with the hand he was dealt– his right.

Joining Naruto was easy enough, he always felt welcoming even when he didn’t know anyone was watching and although Sasuke struggled with dexterity at first, keeping his eyes on Naruto did him wonders. Naruto threw his head back and two muted syllables left his lips. Sasuke didn’t have to hear them.

 “Narutoooo,” he replied simply. The two came in unison that night. Naruto believed it.

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Aftermath

A little conclusion for you all since everyone was in agreement <3 Thank you all so much for your engagement! I'm humbled by every kind word, heart, and reblog. I never expected to get such a positive reaction to my ramblings!

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“We’ve stopped the sedation drugs, so your boyfriend should be waking up any time. Just call for the nurse when he does, okay?” The doctor gave the girl a comforting smile and she nodded, her fingers entwined with Victor’s. Softly the door clicked, leaving her alone with Victor. She turned her face back to his and stroked his cheek. 

The humming of the fluorescent lights and beeping of Victor’s monitors kept the otherwise silent room company. Victor’s breathing was slow and steady, more like he was naturally sleeping than being sedated. Fiery sunset rays painted the white walls in shades of red, yellow, and orange that flickered as the breeze played with the trees outside the window. The girl smiled tenderly as she ran her fingers over his cheeks and forehead, pulled his hand to her lips, and gave it a soft kiss. 

As her lips brushed Victor’s skin, his eyelids began to flicker. He looked directly to the girl and tightened his grip on her hand. She immediately met his gaze and her eyes lit up. “Good morning, sleepy head,” she murmured, wishing she could wrap her arms around him. “Victor, I…I’m so sorry I wrecked your car the very first time you let me drive it…” 

Victor shook his head only the slightest degree, his eyes echoing the pain such a simple movement brought. He cleared his throat a few times, loosening up the disused muscles and accumulated muck. His breath whistled slightly and the girl worried he had gotten pneumonia during his stay. Victor seemed to notice the worry in her eyes and managed the faintest hint of a chuckle. “You worry too much, dummy. It was just a car and I’ll be fine.” His voice faded away and though it seemed like he had more to say, his strength seemed to have been sapped by just that affirmation.

“You rest. I’m going to go let the nurse know you’re awake, okay?” The girl kissed Victor’s forehead and stuck her head out into the hallway, hoping she could simply flag someone down without leaving Victor’s side. To her luck, one of the nurses rounded the corner and saw the girl’s excited face. She gestured that she would be right there and the girl nodded before pulling her head back in. “Okay, the nurse is on the way. Are you in a terrible amount of pain?”

“What do you think?” Victor replied. The girl frowned and returned to his side where she smoothed the blankets, ensured his toes were covered, and fussed with his hair. If his arms had worked he would probably have waved her away, but with no other option he allowed himself to enjoy her care without any front. 

She sighed and finally sat down to take his hand. “This is my fault. I should have insisted that you drive…I knew I wasn’t skilled enough to handle the storm. If I had just pushed a little harder I’m sure you would have gotten us home safely.” Her voice trembled slightly, but she managed to maintain her composure. “I know it was just a car, but…that car holds so many memories. Do you remember that night you picked me up in the rain? That was the first time I saw more than just your mask. Honestly it’s rather fitting that my memories there begin and end with the rain.” 

Victor remained silent for a long time, his thumb tracing the curves and valleys of her hand. “Of course I remember. I remember every moment we have spent together.” The corners of his eyes crinkled slightly with tenderness as he clutched her hand, the most intimacy he could manage in his state. “But I will not allow you to blame yourself for what happened. That other car was driving recklessly, not you. I’ll just get a new car and continue your driving lessons.”

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I don’t fly to Coruscant, instead taking a vacation to Alderaan. I rent a room, get a lawyer, and a day later send Anakin a message on his comm,

A file of our divorce papers, only needing to be signed by him.

I will be on Alderaan for three days. You will be out of the lineage quarters by the time I get home. If any contact is needed to me, feel free to reach me by email and email only. This number will be blocked.

As soon as the message sends, I do exactly that, and then lay back in bed with a soft sigh. It’s so quiet in my head now. With the bond stretched so thin and shaved off it feels almost like a regular Jedi bond. Almost. I can’t do anything about that until I reach the archives.

From the moment Anakin receives your text on his new comm, the realization that he needs to divorce you sends him reeling.

He paces and paces and paces around Padme’s bedroom for at least an hour, his eyes barely ever leaving the document as that day replays in his head over and over. Shmi was so happy. So hopeful.

He sets the comm down and races for the refresher, just barely crashing to his knees at the toilet before throwing up the entirety of the contents of his stomach.

Which wasn’t much to begin with considering this situation has his appetite in absolute shambles. So after the actual throw up, it’s dry heaving for an hour, leaving him exhausted and weak and even sadder than he was before.

The rest of that day passes and Anakin barely regains his focus. After throwing up he simply crawls into bed, curling around the comm as if that file of you is the last bit of you he’ll ever have.

He manages to carry on with his wedding to Padmé the next day, the two of them celebrating their marriage that night. Even then, he doesn’t fully enjoy it. How could he when he feels like a pack-a-day smoker experiencing withdrawals from you?

And then the next morning, he wakes up before Padmé and flies back to the Temple without so much as even a quiet playlist in the background. Just him, the roaring silence in his head, and the natural hum of the ship.

He doesn’t say a word to Ben, even when Ben does the nice guy thing of asking how he is. He can tell Ben is concerned- probably because Anakin looks like a version of himself that’s devoid of any personality, just a hollowed-out body walking around. Pretending. Always pretending to be okay at this point. Because how could he be okay when his literal partner from birth no longer wants anything to do with him? Even without the strength of the bond raging between you, he feels your hatred. Disgust. Disappointment.

Anakin is completely moved out of the lineage quarters that day, leaving plenty of time between his final trip out the door and your arrival back on Coruscant.

Alone in the massive space of his own quarters, Anakin stares out the window, hands clasped behind his back as tears slowly make their way down his face one by one.

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DIVE ARC 1: Chapter 4 - Greetings

Chapter 4: Greetings

Robina peered out of the window taking in the sights of the Western World once again. It had been so long since she had set eyes upon the haze that hung over the multi-coloured roads down below. The glistening cars speeding past seemingly running on the skies themselves. She wondered how the humans managed to live so detached from nature.

Isontaro re-entered the room from the other side leaving only the plywood desk and the accompanying office chair between them. She turned to address him only to see Ed in tow. Isontaro gestured for Ed to go ahead of him.

Robina got down on her knees and embraced the scientist. He patted her on the back, how big she had gotten since he had last laid eyes upon her. “My you've grown into such a fine young woman Robina.” His Izairan had much improved since their last encounter as it fluently rolled off of his tongue. Isontaro sat on the edge of the desk and let them have their moment. It uncomfortably creaked under his weight.

She pulled back slightly to gaze upon his aged face. “I'm glad to see you're okay. I thought that you might've been killed all those years ago for what you did for me.” Her voice quivered as a few tears poked forth. Ed wiped her cheeks with his thumbs.

“There, there Robina. No need to be upset.”

“I-I'm s-sorry Ed.” She blubbered going into a full onslaught of sniffles. He embraced her again but this time tighter. Unable to help herself she gripped onto the small man for dear life as her shoulders shook.

“It's alright, you're allowed to cry but here have one for old times sake.” From one of the deep pockets in his lab coat he pulled out a lemon drop. She took the now absurdly small candy into her hand.

She unwrapped the cellophane and slipped it into her mouth. “Th-Thank you Ed.”

“You're welcome.” He lowered his eyes.

“Isn't there something you need to tell her Edward?” Isontaro shot him a look that insisted on him finishing his thoughts. Ed acknowledged him with a slight nod.

Taking a deep breath he knew that he had to tell her. There wasn't any way around it. Isontaro knew all of what he was going to say. “Alright.” He brushed off his lab coat. “Robina, I have a huge favour to ask you.” Clasping his hands he peered into her deep violet eyes.

“A favour?”

“Yes.” His face dropped slightly. “I need you and Isontaro to take my fellow team mate – Cornelious – back with you to the Eastern World. We're the last people of our team, I fear that our time is running short. I have to create a diversion for the two of you so you can escape with him but in doing this I'll probably be killed. I know it's a lot to ask but he has a better chance than I, I'm simply too old to make the journey. My body doesn't work as well as it used to, not to mention the barrier probably won't let me through.” He explained.

Robina felt her throat tighten at the thought. She had some very brief knowledge of who Cornelious was and the connection that Ed had with him. When she had first arrived in the Western World Cornelious was fresh out university and was the newest member of team zero. He was also one of Ed's best friends and held his trust more than anyone else he worked with. Robina had only met the young man once. She barely remembered his warm features but knew that if Ed trusted him then she did. Nodding to Ed without a word she knew she'd do the favour whether or not her mind had been made.

A long time ago he had arranged for her rescue, it was about time that she returned the gesture. If Ed's final wish was for Cornelious to be taken out of the Western World then she'd do it. She might not get another chance if otherwise.

“Alright. I'll do it, I hate to see you go but Ed if that's what you want then I am willing to do anything. I already owe you more than a lifetime for what you did for me and my brother, it's honestly the least I can do.” Robina wiped her own tears as a determined smile crossed her shaky features.

“Thank you Robina. You don't know how much this means to me...” He paused, shuffling around in his pockets for something. “But before you go, I want to give you the rest since I won't be needing them anytime soon.” He shoved a handful of lemon drops into her palms. Her mouth quivered as she tried to contain herself. She went back into incoherent babbling as another wave of tears emerged.

She felt the hands of Isontaro rubbing her shoulders trying to comfort her. His gloved fingers glided lightly across her cheek. “Hey, did you need me to hold onto those for you?” Without saying anything through all of the sniffles she handed the dozen lemon drops to Isontaro. He quickly secured them in his pants pocket zipping it closed.

“Robina, I'm sorry to make this short but I've overspent my time here. I must get back before they suspect anything.” He bowed with a warm smile. Robina nodded as she shooed Ed away with a simple hand gesture through the curtain of tears. Watching him leave Robina felt as if a piece of her crumbled but he was right, there was no way he'd make the journey being in his late seventies. It was common knowledge that compared to the Demyra, humans lived extremely short lives.

She pulled herself up off the ground knowing that she had to, even if a part of her didn't feel that it could. One thing was for certain, she'd have no reason to come back after today. If Ed wasn't here then there was nothing else to look forward to. Perhaps she might've if business called for it though.

Turning to face Isontaro he wiped the remaining tears from her rosy cheeks as he planted a sweet kiss upon her lips. “I'm sorry.” She pulled him in for another kiss.

“Don't be, it's not your fault. Ed made the decision long before you did I'm sure.”

“He did, I tried to convince him that there must've been another way but he wasn't having any of it.”

“Doesn't surprise me, he's as stubborn as ever.” Robina snorted. A lighthearted grin spread across his face as he embraced the young woman tightly. Feeling her warmth encircle him he found a strange sense of calm.

“We've got go, her majesty doesn't have much patience.” He softly spoke into her ear beckoning her to pull away. Robina begrudgingly listened. Curiously she had never met the queen of the Western World but had heard much about her.

As they passed through the door she remembered what Ed had told her long ago in his choppy Izairan at the time. How her majesty didn't care about what other people thought as long as her and her people got what they wanted which typically referred to the upper class. Most of the lower and even the middle class people lived without any of her wealth and suffered by her hand. Robina never understood how the entire land had survived on the backs of the poor, poverty was nearly unheard of back in the Eastern World. Or at least not to the extent of the humans poverty.

Making their way across the building to the top on the seventieth floor Robina felt a pang of anxiety in the pit of her stomach. She would finally come face to face with the woman who had intended to capture her and her family for the sake of science. Isontaro had told Robina the real reason why the Demyra were captured, it was something that she was even less fond of. She had heard the rumours, but at the time wasn't sure if they held any weight.

Isontaro stopped Robina in front of the set of birch double doors which lead to their destination. “Before we go in I want to tell you not to be alarmed.” He pressed his palm onto the face of the door.

Robina shot him a look, confused. “Alarmed Isontaro?”

He nodded. “Yes, like I told you on the way here the humans harvest our blood for the anti-aging properties it has. Her majesty is one such person who finds great satisfaction in using it. She's... a lot younger than what she looks but...” He cringed at the thought. Robina perked quickly picking up on his unfinished sentence.

“But what?”

“You'll see when you enter the room. But promise me you won't freak. She doesn't like guests and is probably not going to take well to you. I don't want you to give her any reason to dislike you further.” Isontaro affirmed. Robina only remained looking puzzled.

She shrugged. “Alright, if you insist.” Isontaro gave her a brief nod in acknowledgement with a grave face. Turning the door transparent he gestured for Robina to enter through the door first. She listened well as he followed inches behind her.

Soaking in the warmly lit room only to be greeted by dozens of stares from the humans that sat on either side of the table. Robina propped up one of the empty chairs on the end next to Isontaro as the two of them sat. The smell of what she knew to be coffee filled her nostrils as she took in the foreign scent, it was very rare back home. Calmly her eyes scanned the room from the wood panelling on the walls to the landscape paintings hung perfectly straight in their gold frames right down to her majesty at the other end of the table.

Isontaro placed a hand firmly on her thigh with a stern look knowing Robina was now aware of her majesty's presence. She had nearly leap out of her chair at the sight of the thin woman who was covered in grotesque black scars creeping up from her chest highlighting the veins in her throat and face. She never had seen any human in such a state. She remembered Ed telling her of his research into the properties of Demyrian blood but never was she told what it actually did and with good reason.

Taking a glance down to her tapping hands Robina noticed a gap between her pristine gloves and the cuff of her jacket. Her once pale skin had turned to a sickly tar colour beneath all the layers of clothes. Isontaro was correct, the side effects were not kind to her or at least her appearance.

The silence in the room was broken by her majesty clearing her throat loudly with her vibrant blue eyes nailed onto Isontaro. “Who the hell is this woman Isontaro?” She snapped.

Isontaro calmly crossed his legs getting comfortable. “She's none other than the woman who will one day rule beside me so I suggest you get used to seeing her.” He turned to Robina and paraphrased what had been said quietly. She gave a slight nod feeling her cheeks become fire.

Her two eyes shifted onto Robina for a moment then back to Isontaro. “What did you just say to her?!” She demanded. Robina hadn't moved her eyes from the fierce woman as she soaked in her image. Her bright blond locks kept perfectly in place as rage over took her young features. She could have sworn that she was no older than thirty but knew that not to be true.

Isontaro narrowed his eyes on her in annoyance. “I'm translating for her Eliza, Robina's English isn't good enough yet to hold a decent conversation.” Once again he gave Robina the scoop.

She looked back at him. “I'd love to see her learn Izairan.” She snorted. Isontaro raised his eyebrows as his face returned to it's equilibrium for a split second.

Eliza had pulled a small plasma pistol from inside of her jacket and pointed it directly down the table at Robina. “I don't want no snide remarks or words out your mouth. If you're here then you're going to be quiet!” She barked. Robina froze wondering if she was going to fire at her.

Isontaro raised his hand as the group of humans shifted uncomfortably in their chairs. “I wouldn't do that if I was you.” He warned.

“Oh really? And what're you going to do about it?” Eliza chided.

“Don't test me. I mean it.” Frost crept down his gloved fingers as across his hand. Robina sat, watching intensely.

Eliza laughed. “What's a little bit of cold going to do?” She charged the gun in her mitts. Isontaro smirked.

“This.” Isontaro without moving a finger managed to freeze the gun into a solid block of ice right before the shot was fired. It burst into a million pieces before Eliza's eyes as the shards cut through her glove and into her hand. She let out a loud yelp as the cold seared into her flesh. He sat back peacefully into his chair as a flurry of people had rose from the table to help.

Robina laid her vision onto the bits of metal all over the table. It only took about a minute or so for the room to return back to normal and for Eliza to have a new pair of gloves slipped onto her hands. She wondered if that's how Imelro had easily taken half of the humans' world. From what she could tell, the humans spite their technology were not that well equipped against the Demyra.

“It looks like I've underestimated you abilities.” She winced holding her hand. Eliza wasn't pleased but knew very well that she was the one who taunted Isontaro.

“Very much so. I've told you again and again Eliza that I'm far more powerful than what you give me credit for.”

“Then how powerful are you exactly Isontaro?” She asked annoyed.

He clasped his hands on his lap. “Enough to rival your god with no problems. He is my other half after all.”

“Your other half?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

Isontaro found Eliza's curiosity a little too amusing for his own good. There was something about knowing what she didn't that struck a sense of arrogance in him. He spoke. “Tourahn had to save himself or I would've taken over his being, so in the process of expelling me from himself I took half of what he had – half his power and half his soul. Hence why I call myself his other half, I literally am.”

While Eliza pondered over what she had just been told. Isontaro brought Robina up to speed. She had known the tales of Tourahn and the darkness that almost overtook him since it was common Demyrian lore. Of how the seven realms were created by Tourahn, Isontaro, and Talimyn herself during what was referred to as the 'golden age'. Universe was crafted by none other than Tourahn and thus the Demyra called the humans 'his people'. She was also well aware of Isontaro's identity from Itoku who had made her promise that she wouldn't let Isontaro know that he was the one who had spilled the beans. He just never told her that she was Talimyn.

She stiffened. “So if my knowledge is correct, you're dark oriented aren't you?”

“Correct.”

“And Tourahn is holy isn't he?”

“Yes but it's a little more complicated than that. Tourahn's power works differently than mine where he is my polar opposite and unlike most Demyra we both have secondary elements, you just witnessed mine first hand. But I will admit, our elemental abilities are the least of your worries.” Isontaro explained to the room of people. Humans didn't typically have a lick of knowledge on the finer details of how the Demyra's mainra worked. They were aware it existed but nothing more.

Eliza paused as the room was captive by Isontaro's information. “How exactly is that the least of our worries, what else could you possibly have?”

Isontaro gave a short snort of amusement. “Let me explain something to you that I don't think you're aware of. Normal Demyra have a limited amount of power that's available to them before they start to tap into their life force and eventually their soul which leaves permanent damage. That means that high powered spells are far and few between. Most cannot cast them without using up this allowance of power that they are allotted in one single shot.

“As for me and Tourahn, those of whom are Fayrhns – gods if you will – are able to because of our abilities which allow us to obtain a lot of power in a very small time frame. For Tourahn he's able to sustain himself on the life force of others while I – the souls. We both are able to turn the power we absorb into something useful. Keep in mind we don't normally do this but are able to when we've used up the power that's readily available to us. In other words we can kill you without lifting a finger, I think that would be plenty of reason to fear us.” Isontaro casually explained glancing from pale face to pale face and finally back to Eliza who only swallowed turning sickly herself.

“Anyways Isontaro, down to business.” She folded her hands upon the face of the table and straightened her self staring upon him intensely desperate to change topics. “I-”

“-No. I'm not agreeing to that.” Isontaro snapped.

Eliza fumed. “I didn't even ask you anything! You need to let me finish!”

“I already know what you're going to say. You're far too predictable.” Isontaro tapped on his temple indicating he had already read her thoughts.

Eliza shot up from her seat and was about to holler out when the building shook sending several heaps of coffee cascading onto the table. Eliza paused before the alarm rung out a deafening screech across the room and the floors below.  She scrunched her hands tightly into fists forgetting about the pain from earlier. “Isontaro we'll have to continue this next week. There isn't time to do it now.” She cried out over the raffle of people flooding out of the room as the notice for evacuation came over the intercom.

“That's fine with me.” Isontaro called out. He turned to Robina who stood next to him. “Let's go, we need to find Cornelious.”

“Alright.”

Prologue: Alone / Chapter 1: Fate / Chapter 2: Confession / Chapter 3: Introduction / Chapter 4: Greetings / Chapter 5: Gone / Chapter 6: Alliance / Chapter 7: Indication

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[luventi]

ROOMMATES WITH DEMON BOY!CHILDE

synopsis in which you move into a suspiciously cheap apartment only to find out you’re now roommates with the mischievous demon boy that “haunts” the apartment, and now you.

warnings afab reader, fluff, humor, enemies to lovers? (reader hates him at first lol), modern au, suggestive and explicit themes such as monster fucking, double penetration, cream pie + un protected sex, but mostly just lots of fluff and humor! wc 1.8k

note this was apart of my childe birthday week special! lower case is intended and this is more of a quick overview of your relationship together than a full written out fic. but i worked really hard and i would appreciate if you reblogged and commented to let me know you enjoyed it! thank you and look forward to more! :)

you knew the offer was too good to be true. a half priced apartment located downtown and was reasonably close to your university and job? it was as if the heavens were blessing you!

but you should have listened to your friends when they told you that it was sketchy. “an offer that good? no way, the apartment probably has a cockroach problem or worse rats.” but you were too busy on cloud 9 to heed their warnings and so you signed the lease.

everything was okay in the beginning! your friends came by and helped you inspect the place. no sign of cockroaches, rats, or any other unwanted animals. but sadly you did not check for unwanted entities.

to say you were a but optimistic at first was an understatement. you were practically singing with the chirping birds every morning you woke up in your new ‘perfect’ apartment. you were so happy you didn’t notice things starting to go missing.

at first they were small things; a granola bar or two, your sweater you left on the table, maybe some papers would disappear without a trace. but you just chalked it up to your bad memory.

but then came the really weird things. like your clothing more specifically your underwear that you just laid out mysteriously going missing. or your laptop that you just set down to get a snack.

and then there was the laughter. you could only hear it if and when you paid enough attention. mostly in the middle of the night when you couldn’t sleep. it scared you, just a bit, but again you made up an excuse and went to bed.

but on one particular night the laughter was extra loud, and it was accompanied by the sound of creaking floorboards getting dangerously close to your bed.

you tried to shut your eyes tighter and turn away from the sound but your curious nature compelled you to open your eyes and find the cause of it. but as soon as you opened them you were greeted with a tall wispy black shadow in the form of what you assumed to be a man. he was standing in front of your bed with something in his hands.

you were frightened. too afraid to move or speak. just shock still in your bed, you didn’t even have it in you to scoot away when he started to walk closer to you. in fact your brain couldn’t even process what was happening currently. all you could do was stare at his looming figure come closer and closer until his large hand dropped something on your lap.

your underwear.

and that’s when you finally had a reaction.

with a scream you threw the garment at him and moved your fist to what you assumed to be his face. “you pervert!” you shrieked not even slightly aware that normal people don’t call shadow demons perverts but instead run away from them.

but before your hand could make solid contact he disappears into thin air and moves across the room near your window. you could see him slightly better now, his smile was menacing but boyish in a way. his features not much but gaping white holes for eyes and as for his body? nothing but a cloud of smoke. all you could truly make out were his large hands—with sharp nails at the end—and small horns.

and then he spoke. which made a shiver run down your spine, but you did not know if it was out of fear or…other reasons. “do you usually punch all the demons you meet?”

you scoff, which is not the kind of attitude you need right now. what you need to do is run out the building screaming for you life. “do you usually steal peoples’ underwear and then throw it at them in the middle of the night?”

the demon laughs. a deep throaty laugh, “no. i only do that with people i like.” and with that he’s gone in a cloud of smoke again.

turning around you try to see if he was hiding somewhere, but he was no where to be found. in your state of paranoia you ransacked your entire apartment in hopes to find him. but all you received was a sleepless night and a bunch of angry neighbors.

and as the sun rises over your hunted apartment you pick up your underwear thrown across your bedroom and pass out.

the next few weeks were a trip to say the least.

they consisted of childe (who you found out was his name when he spilled an entire bag of flour on your floor and spelt it out) trying and for the most part succeeding in bothering you.

as well as you (who is this close to breaking your lease and having to deal with the fines but you know you don’t have the money for it) trying and failing to expel this shadow demon from your home.

“holy water doesn’t work, that’s just an old wives tale.” childe informs you from his spot. he’s currently hovering above you with a bowl of popcorn. he’s taken it upon himself to also eat everything you have in the kitchen, “hey it’s not my fault! i get hungry and it’s not like you’ll let me feed off your life force.” he once said. you didn’t know if he was joking or not. you hope he was.

“and how do i know you’re telling the truth?” you angrily tap away at your laptop not bothering to look at his new ‘human form’.

“ginger freak” is what you like to call it. he hates it and it just makes it all the more perfect.

childe hums in regard to your question. “true, you can always just try. but i’m telling you doll it’s not going to work. besides you don’t like having me around?” he says with a wiggle of his eyebrow. “i’m an absolute delight ya know.”

slamming your laptop shut—which startles him and he almost drops his bowl—you get up from the couch and point your finger at him. “you are the worst possible thing to have ever happened to me.” and then you swiftly turn and walk away. leaving him shocked because he’s never seen you that angry at him.

more time passes and you give up with trying to get rid of childe. in fact you try your best to get him to follow a few rules you’ve set.

you hand him a piece of paper. “okay so, no coming into my room when not invited and absolutely no more stealing my underwear, okay?”

childe’s hand comes up to rub his chin like he’s deep at thought. “hmmmm, can’t i just have one pair all to myself?”

“no.”

“pretty pretty plea—.”

“I SAID NO.”

surprisingly childe was quite understanding. it didn’t necessarily stop his mischievous ways but he did become just a little easier to live with. so much that you’ve started to enjoy spending time with him.

“do you think i’m attractive, like i’m a good looking?” you ask him one night while you’re watching a slasher film.

he instantly perks up and turns to you fully. “if i say yes will you let me fuck you?”

you hold back a bitter insult and wave him away. “you know what, never mind i knew better than to look for reassurance from a horny demon anyways.”

but you can’t say you’re not curious.

over the many months you’ve been spending with childe it’s no longer a secret you’ve developed a small crush on him. he’s caught on and it’s obvious he’s wanted you for awhile.

but you don’t know if he wants to pursue you romantically or just in bed. until one night he sets up a messy (but thoughtful) dinner.

you two share pasta while laughing about your first encounter together. acknowledging the many months between then and now.

you admit this entire thing is crazy. you haven’t even told your friends yet but you let yourself just go with the flow. opening up to childe and vise versa, he has many stories to tell and you’re always eager to listen.

and when you were finally ready you were very eager to give yourself to him too.

“you sure about this?” he asks you. his blue eyes stare down at your naked body. it’s not like he hasn’t dreamt of ravishing you but he wants you to fully consent before doing it.

reaching out for his hand you link your fingers with his. “i want you, please.” and instantly the hand intertwined with yours grows in size.

sex with childe is…amazing to say the least.

he’s rough but tender, holding you close to his body as he fucks into you just right. he sometimes starts speaking in a tongue you don’t understand but his deep voice only makes you wetter with each growl.

he wants you often too. and everywhere. from the bedroom, to the shower, to on your living room floor. he can go for multiple rounds and it tires your human body out easily, but he’s always two steps ahead of you. bringing you a bottle of cold water and a snack to nourish your fucked out body.

“don’t you think i’m done with you just yet lover.” he whispers in your ear making you shiver against him.

you also learn he can take many forms too. sometimes he fucks you in his human form, but most times it’s in his true form. the black shadows will engulf you and spread around your body like ink when you ride him. seeing nothing but his white hallow eyes amidst the clouds of darkness.

and when you’re greedy and hungry for more? he’ll give himself two cocks to fuck you with. filling your pussy and ass as much as you want him too. it’s filthy you know that, but it just feels so good. to have him take you however he wants to. his shape shifting body finding new ways to make you cry out for him.

“you…you okay doll?” he pants in your shoulder still haven’t pulled out from inside of you. you’re both laying on some cushions childe hastily thrown on the floor. his seed coating a small portion of your thighs and body from precious rounds.

not able to speak you shake your head yes littering kisses on his pale skin. you can taste his sweat, it’s sweet in a way. “good,” he says pulling out and making you whine at the loss of contact but he’s quick to shush you. “don’t tire yourself out love, we’ll resume soon enough just let me clean you up first okay?”

“okay,” you whisper to him as he gets up to go to the kitchen. “oh and childe?”

“yes lover? what is it?”

“i love you childe.”

he smiles. the same boyish smile he had the night you met him so long ago. you would have never believed you could be friends with this demon let alone fall in love. “i love you more.”

so maybe it wasn’t that bad of an idea to choose this apartment? because as annoying as he may be there’s no one who makes you feel more special or important than your cheeky, chaos inducing, ginger demon boyfriend.

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[comfortbucky]

hey hey! can u do some fluffy bucky about having to share a hotel room w u and there’s only one bed!!!! and he’s trying to be respectful n stuff but man does he have the fattest crush on u! thank u <333

HEY HEY YES OMFGGG THE ONE BED TROPE (ur mind😌🤝)

i’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE I DIDN’T EXPECT IT TO COME SO SOON

𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗼𝘁𝘀 ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ ｡˚

pairing: bucky x fem!avenger!reader

tags: enemies(?) to lovers BABYYYY, angst, fluff

A/N: i almost always write about tfatws!bucky in mind but let me try and branch out by writing about avenger!bucky hehe

i hope u enjoy🥺💗i absolutely loved this prompt and loved writing this!!!! (it is almost 4am for me as i am posting this :) i’m insane :))

this oneshot will not be following the canon timeline!

word count: 2k

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“Stick to the plan, Y/N.” Steve’s voice came through over the intercom. She rolled her eyes at his warning. He always seemed to be extra cautious with her, making her feel like an unimportant member of the team, and this mission was no different.

“I got this,” she said, completely ignoring his request and charging headfirst at the enemy. Her brash decision resulted in her receiving a heavy beat down, ending up with a split lip and fractured ribs.

Needless to say, Steve was pissed. He and Y/N developed a close friendship over the years, during his search for Bucky. She was oftentimes the one who would stay up all night with him, looking for any trace of Bucky’s existence online. She’d become one of the closest people in his life, which is exactly why he was upset with her, endangering her own life.

After the mission, he confronted her at the base camp.

“You could’ve gotten killed!”

“But I didn’t,” she snapped back. “And the mission was a success anyways, so I don’t get why you’re so mad right now.”

Steve closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing.

“It’s reckless behavior like this that’s eventually going to get you killed, Y/N.”

Bucky walked into the room and immediately regretted his decision as soon as he laid his eyes on Y/N. He’d come to foster an animosity towards her, after seeing her close friendship with Steve. After Bucky joined the Avengers, he noticed how much time they spent together, and jealousy started to fester within him. Steve was the only person he felt comfortable being around in the tower and she constantly took him away from Bucky. Everyone else seemed to have an aversion to him, or so he assumed. He never gave anyone the chance to get to know him, locking himself up in his room most hours of the day. Bucky didn’t think anyone would want to get to know an ex-assassin, especially one that killed the Tony Stark’s parents. She was the one thing that kept Steve away from him and he despised it. So Bucky did what he did best and avoided any sort of interaction with her.

Steve looked at Bucky and suddenly, an idea popped in his head. He had noticed how closed-off Bucky had been since joining the Avengers and refused to let Y/N be alone, worried that she might make another brazen decision. He hatched a plan to kill 2 birds with 1 stone.

“Bucky,” Steve said, making his way over to him. “You and Y/N will be assigned to the same room tonight.”

Bucky choked on his own spit in response and Y/N began to protest.

“You’re not serious, right?” Steve turned to face her with a stern expression.

“You’re not giving me any reason to trust you to be alone.” She let out a defeated sigh and crossed her arms across her chest.

“Why me?” Bucky asked, trying to figure out how he ended up in this situation.

Steve placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder and looked into his eyes. “Because I trust you, Buck. I need you to do this for me.”

Bucky could see the desperation in Steve’s eyes and reluctantly nodded.

Steve was able to obtain another key card to the hotel room that Y/N was assigned to for the mission. He forgot to take into account the logistics of the sleeping arrangements, leaving Bucky to find a single bed as he entered Y/N’s room.

Bucky froze, his right hand on the door handle, keeping it open, his left hand by his side, holding his duffel bag. He racked his brain, trying to figure out what to do, when Y/N’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Relax,” she started, motioning for him to come inside. “I’ll sleep on the floor, alright?”

Y/N knew that Bucky didn’t like her, despite Steve trying to convince her otherwise. It hurt her feelings a bit, especially after she’d learned so much about him through both Steve’s stories and the time she spent tracking him down. He was such an important person to Steve, her close friend, and Bucky hated her. At first, she figured he was shy and wasn’t ready to open up to anyone else, especially after all the trauma he endured. But she realized he actively disliked her over time, with Bucky always leaving the room when she entered or ignoring her offers to hang out with her and Steve. Eventually, she gave up on reaching out to Bucky, as she only seemed to upset him further, no matter what she did. She figured it was for the best.

Bucky stepped into the room and shook his head.

“Bed’s too soft for me anyways, I’ll take the floor,” he grumbled.

Y/N shrugged in response, knowing that Bucky would be too stubborn to try and argue against. She turned around and picked up the phone, calling the front desk to ask for extra blankets and pillows. When she hung up the phone, she turned back to Bucky to see him nod in thanks.

The rest of the night was silent, as they both prepared for bed, taking turns going into the bathroom to wash up and change. While Y/N was in the bathroom, Bucky arranged the extra blankets and pillows into a makeshift bed on the ground, something that he’d done countless times before. Y/N exited the bathroom in an oversized t-shirt that covered her shorts, and placed her toiletries bag in one of the hotel dresser drawers.

“Bathroom’s all yours.” Bucky grunted in response, grabbing some clothes and a bag headed for the bathroom.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he stated, just before shutting the door behind him. Y/N scoffed at his comment, gently climbing into bed, in an attempt to not further injure her ribs. She winced as she tried to get into a comfortable position before settling to sleep on the side of her unaffected ribs.

Bucky emerged from the bathroom to see Y/N lying on her left side, her back towards him. He assumed that she had already fallen asleep and quietly crawled into his makeshift bed.

Approximately 10 minutes had passed, when he heard her sniffling. At first, he thought the noise was coming from outside the window, but he traced it back to her. He remained lying on his back for a moment, deciding whether or not to say something. Bucky sighed before speaking.

“You okay?” Y/N immediately stiffened upon hearing Bucky’s voice. She was hoping that he wouldn’t hear her crying, despite his super soldier hearing abilities.

“Yeah, ‘m fine,” she replied back, her voice wavering as she spoke. Y/N hated how weak and pathetic she sounded in that moment. Her fractured ribs made it hard for her to breathe and the adrenaline, that was previously shielding her from the pain, had faded, leaving her to lie there in agony. On top of that, she also felt that this mission solidified her belief that Steve had little faith in her ability to be an Avenger. The last thing she wanted to do right now, was to confess her insecurities to Bucky.

Bucky’s attitude softened, hearing Y/N’s voice crack when she spoke. He knew she’d gotten hurt due to her own, dumb, decision during the mission. Bucky quietly pulled his blankets off and stood up, leaving the room without saying another word. As soon as the door shut, Y/N burst into tears. Bucky did exactly as he’d done in the past many times before, leave. She wasn’t sure why this time upset her more than the rest. Probably because she knew that he was aware of her crying and he’d still chosen to abandon her completely.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, causing her to stop crying. Y/N listened to Bucky’s footsteps growing closer, and felt the bed dip under his weight as he sat on the edge she was facing towards. She peered over the blanket she was covering her face with, to see Bucky facing her, holding a bag of ice, wrapped in a towel. Bucky’s heart sank at the sight of her glossy eyes and tear stained cheeks in the moonlight.

“For your ribs,” he spoke softly, gesturing to the ice bag in his hands.

“Oh. Thank you.”

Y/N took the bag from him, attempting to slowly sit up. She closed her eyes as she grimaced, and suddenly felt a hand on her back, helping her up. Her eyes opened to reveal Bucky, with a soft smile on his lips. She silently thanked him again, placing the ice bag on the right side of her ribcage.

“Thought you hated me,” she mumbled, keeping her gaze down on her lap. He furrowed his brows, keeping his eyes on her.

“I don’t hate you.”

“Well, you definitely don’t like me.”

Bucky paused at her comment, thinking about his next words, before responding.

“I don’t like that you take up all of Steve’s free time,” he grumbled, causing Y/N to quickly look up at Bucky, his eyes averting her gaze. Her face fell, immediately realizing why Bucky had treated her so coldly all this time. He just missed his friend.

“I’m so sorry, Bucky.” She placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked up at her in response. “I didn’t realize, I’m sorry.”

Bucky didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t expecting her to be so kind and understanding, even coming up with multiple points to argue back at her. He realized then that he didn’t know her at all, but that he wanted to now. In an instant, she became an entirely different person. He studied her eyes and wondered if they had always sparkled like that, if her cheeks were naturally rosy, or if her lips had always been so pink and plump.

His expression softened and he cleared his throat. “It’s fine,” he muttered, tearing himself away from her gaze to look down at his lap. After a moment of silence, Bucky stood up to return back to the floor.

“Stay.” The words left Y/N’s mouth before she had time to process them. Bucky froze and turned to face her. “I mean, if you want to, of course. Just figured the floor must be super uncomfortable for you.” Y/N felt a blush creep up onto her cheeks and kicked herself mentally. She looked down at her hands, regretting the words she spoke, before feeling the bed dip again. She looked up to see Bucky. He smiled and she almost melted at the sight.

She shifted over, putting the ice bag on the nightstand, as Bucky crawled into bed next to her. The two rested on their backs, both staring at the ceiling in silence. Bucky remained at a respectful distance away, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. Y/N turned on her left side, her good side, to face him.

“I’m glad you don’t hate me.”

Bucky turned on his side to face her before responding.

“I don’t think I could ever hate you.”

A strand of her hair had fallen in front of her face and Bucky, instinctively, reached out a hand to tuck it behind her ear. Immediately, he regretted it, about to pull his hand back when Y/N took her hand and placed it on top of his, guiding it to rest on her cheek. He cupped her face in his hand and she leaned into his embrace. Bucky felt his heart rate increase as she moved her body closer to his, wrapping the arm she used to hold his hand on her face, across his side. He shifted towards her as well, wrapping his arm around her body, bringing her closer to him.

“Is this okay?” He whispered, nervous that he might have somehow misinterpreted the situation. He hadn’t been with a woman in such an intimate way in years and had no idea what he was doing. Y/N looked up at him and nodded, before snuggling her face into his chest and Bucky felt a wave of calm wash over him.

“Can you stay here tonight?” Y/N mumbled, her face pressed into his chest. He chuckled at the vibrations from her voice and kissed her temple, smoothing her hair back.

“I’ll stay as long as you want me to, honey.”

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Always You | JJK (One)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader, slight Taehyung x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack

Word Count: 10.2k (yikes, I know) (I will try to shorten future chapters, ya girl is sorry)

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, puking, reader is a drunk cry baby, reader is kinda embarrassing, jk is kinda jelaous, mentions of sleeping around, reader and jk are pretty affectionate, jk’s thighs are mentioned—that’s like, a warning in itself right?

Notes: hiiiii, the first part is here! Once again, really nervous about this so please go easy on me but mostly, just enjoy! :) also sorry for any typos!!!!

© taestefully-in-luv

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The sun is a magical thing. It lights up and warms the Earth, it enhances your mood, it helps plants grow, it literally provides for life. Without the sun, life on Earth would cease to exist. What the sun also does? The sun also shines down on us and lights up the most beautiful things. The sun today, however, is especially highlighting the most beautiful thing. The way the glittering rays gleam through the windows you can see how todays sun focuses on him.

That’s right, you guessed it. Kim Taehyung. His skin is absolutely glowing in the rays, his eyes sparkle in the light that shines down. Yes, Kim Taehyung is an other-worldly being. The way he just stands there and shimmers you can’t help but stare but also like, shy away because his beauty is so god damn blinding. Wait…was this dramatic? This might be dramatic. You’re too far gone to care though. His boxy grin, the way his hair falls into his eyes, the mole on his—

“I just want you to know, you are fucking drooling.” You hear the scoff of the man across from you, Jeon Jungkook, also known as your best friend.

You lazily shake your head as the two of you sit nice and snug in the booths of your favorite coffee shop. It’s one of the colder spring days, the breeze biting at your skin when you were outside but now, you have Jungkook’s scarf wrapped loosely around your neck and hot coffee in your hands.

“I mean, I get it. He’s gorgeous but do you really have to go this far?”

You bring the white mug full of black coffee to your lips. It’s hot and burns the tip of your tongue, but not anything you’re not use to.

“Yes.” You state plainly. You know exactly to what he is referring to. You don’t usually come here at this time, in fact you are usually a creature of habit and come at the same time on the same days… Tuesday and Thursdays in the evening but its Friday and like 1pm. But you knew Kim Taehyung was going to be here when he snapped a picture of the famous white mug with the shops logo on it and posted on his story. You bring your hand up to your forehead, saluting to the sky, “Thank you Snapchat.” So yes, naturally when you saw he was at this coffee shop you hurried to make sure you were too. Maybe it is fucking desperate. Okay it is. But could you blame a girl? He was one of the hottest guys you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.

“This is ridiculous,” Jungkook huffs into his own mug, “You could just talk to him…”

Now it was your turn to scoff.

“As fucking if!”

Jungkook smirks into his mug, taking a sip of the burning hot coffee. “That incapable, hmm?”

“It’s not that I’m incapable JK,” You blow on the drink nonchalantly, “I am simply just not worthy.”

“You are so stupid, I swear.” He huffs into his mug again.

“What do you mean?”

Jungkook breathes out slowly, biting his lip as if contemplating what to say.

It’s like, what can he say? He wishes he could tell you a million things that would ease your mind, that could possibly give you the confidence you need or maybe just slap the reality on you that Taehyung doesn’t deserve you. But then he will get asked ‘why’ and he can’t have that.

“What?” you whine into your cup before setting it down.

“You’re really cool and also pretty?” he says quirking a brow in question. Because apparently that’s all he can come up with.

“That’s a question? Also am I dying? You’re complimenting me?” you tease, giving him an exaggerated look of satisfaction.

“I just mean…” Jungkook runs a hand through his messy dark locks, “You have nothing to worry about, ya know?”

Nothing to worry about he says! What does he know? He can literally get any girl—or guy for that matter—that he wants. You dip your head, frowning at the idea.

Jungkook has been your best friend since your freshmen year and there’s nothing you treasure more than his friendship. You bite your lips and tilt your head trying to recall his first presence in your life…oh! That stupid frat party freshmen year…you met at a frat party during your first semester and totally hit it off. Did he try to get into your pants? Okay, yeah maybe. He offered a room just up the stairs that night, but you refused…seemingly too shy. But Jungkook was nothing but understanding. He pat your back and said he knew a better place, and that was the 24 diner down the street. And the rest is history

“Obviously I don’t know and oh my god don’t look but—” You try saying before Jungkook is completely turning his head around to look. Classic Jungkook.

“Oh hey Tae.” Jungkook says in The Kim Taehyungs direction. Taehyung walks up to your table, you thought the sun only highlighted his beauty but up close he is the sun. You knew it was a magical thing.

“Hey guys! “ Taehyung stands there as bright as a fucking light, waving at you and your best friend. Oh yeah, did we forget to mention Jungkook is also friends with said Kim Taehyung? Okay, so maybe talking to Taehyung shouldn’t be that hard, since you share the same fucking friends. And you guys are technically friends too.

“Sup dude.” Jungkook shrugs nonchalantly, picking up his coffee mug once again. His long fingers wrapping around the porcelain, warming him up. You watch as Jungkook takes a sip of his beverage with his doe eyes on you, he nods his head towards Taehyung and winks at you as he gulps down the drink. Of course, he’s teasing you.

“Hey y/n!” Taehyungs smile shines so brightly you want to actually kill yourself. What is up with this dude and being so blinding?

“Hey Taehyung…” you gulp your coffee awkwardly, giving him a small wave of the hand.

“y/n I told you to call me Tae!”

“Right…” you chuckle into the coffee creating bubbles of the liquid like the fucking pathetic lil thang you are.

Yeah, talking to The Kim Taehyung is not your specialty. Never was.

2 years ago

Your head is buried in books on the table of your campuses library with Jungkook fast asleep next to you. Statistics shouldn’t be this hard but it fucking is and you are groaning into your book, on the verge of pulling your hair out when a deep voice that rumbles your insides interrupts you—actually fuck it, you don’t feel like getting into a flashback. Just know that you met Taehyung (officially through Jungkook) and he ended up calling you pretty and you’ve thought about it every day since. Because you are pathetic. What’s new?

And that was it, that’s all it took for you to gain a massive crush on the boy.

“What’s up dude?” Jungkook asks again. He is now scrolling through his phone, probably swiping through Tinder, if you have to guess. And you’re right because he’s turning his phone towards you showing you some random girl, his wide eyes asking for your opinion. You roll your eyes and nod your head ‘yes’. As you can guess, this happens quite often.

“Ummm…” Taehyung runs a frustrated hand through his hair, you slowly tilt your head to soak him in when you notice he looks almost…panicked? “I need help with something actually,” but he isn’t looking at Jungkook as he says this, no. He’s looking at you.

“You see that girl at the counter over there? The one with long hair, not the other one.” He nods his head in the general direction while still remaining discreet.

You tilt your head to steal a glance at the counter and yes you do see the girl he is referring to. She’s got long brown hair that reaches her waist and man, she is gorgeous. Big, bright eyes. Full, pouting lips. Long legs and yeah, the works. Taehyung sure knows how to pick them. Did he need help to get her number of something? Like a wing woman? You mean, does he really need the help?

“Yes, I see her.” Is all you say to him and you expect him to ask you to go over there but instead he says,

“Great. I need you to be my girlfriend.”

You blink lazily at him as you process his words while Jungkook chokes on his drink.

“You want her to be your what?” Jungkook is the first to speak.

“My girlfriend.” He says again before his eyes go wide, “Like, like my fake girlfriend.” Taehyung turns a wonderful shade of red before his hand is reaching to scratch the back of his neck, chuckling to himself. “This girl—Anna…she is a bit obsessed? Ya know? Won’t leave me alone type thing and …and I have tried saying I have a girlfriend but she followed me to this coffee shop when she heard I was here. Like, who does that?”

Now it’s your turn to turn red, because you. You would fucking do that.

“That’s horrible Taehy—” you begin to say before Taehyungs large eyes pierce into your own, “Please y/n.”

“Anna???” Jungkook cuts in setting his phone on the table. “Like Anna Anna?” Jungkook squints his eyes at his friend before scoffing. “...She’s not doing it.” his eyes go between Taehyung and this girl Anna. “Don’t involve her in whatever game you—"

“I’ll do it.” You say, even surprising yourself. “I mean, it’s just pretend and for this moment so why not?” you begin to explain yourself. Plus for a few minutes you can pretend you’re really his girlfriend and your delusional mind will thrive off that.

Tae is quick to straighten his back and smile widely before he is ushering you to scoot over in the booth to let him in. “Scoot scoot” he whispers, grinning from ear to ear.

“Tae, you can’t be serious—” Jungkook is quick to say something, anything. His hands scrambling to grab his phone and hands it to Taehyung from across the table. “Here. Call up some other girl to do this. Don’t involve y/n.” Taehyung gives Jungkook a look of panic before Jungkook speaks up again, “Plus, y/n would be the worst fake girlfriend,” And that’s it. That’s all it takes. Jungkook’s constant negativity pisses you off so much that it drives what you say next.

“No need Taehyung.” You snatch Jungkook’s phone and shove it back in his hands. “Why don’t you call up one of your girls yourself and leave us alone?”

Jungkook looks at you shocked, his brows furrowing so deeply you are almost concerned for his face and the wrinkles that might set in.

“y/n…?” his stupid doe eyes look at you with so much confusion.

“I just mean, I can do this Jungkook. Don’t have to be so concerned.”

At that, Taehyung lights up.

“Great!” and his long arm wraps around your waist and when he was sure Anna is looking he leans in to plant a soft kiss to your cheek. “Thanks for doing this…” he whispers in your ear before placing another kiss.

Your eyes meet Jungkook’s shocked ones. He looks like he just saw a ghost, all the color drained from his face as he watches you and Taehyung.

“Uh….” You don’t have any words for Taehyung—or Tae as he likes to be called.

You don’t even have the balls to glance his way, you don’t even have the balls to breathe in his direction.

“Look at me?” Taehyung’s finger is on your chin, guiding it towards his face.

“No…” Jungkook spurts out, “I mean, y/n don’t we have to go?” Jungkook looks at you with a look you’ve never really seen before. Maybe it’s desperation but you don’t really care.

“We don’t actually” you respond nonchalantly.

And with that you turn to face Taehyung more properly. His face is so close to yours it’s almost suffocating.

“What is it…Tae?” you try out his nickname for the first time. His cheeks flush and he scoots back just an inch.

“Thank you for doing this but…” his eyes slide to the side, eyeing Jungkook. “I was thinking we could do this for a couple of weeks, at the least. Ya know, to make it believable.”

Surprising you and Taehyung, Jungkook rises from his seat at the booth,

“y/n let’s go.” He simply states, not even looking at you. Taehyung looks panicked as you look between the boys.

“Tae…” you started to say before Jungkook reaches over the table to grab your wrist, “Come oooooooonnnnn” But you are quick to yank it back.

“Stop Jungkook, you’re being childish.”

Taehyung tightens his hold on you, “Yeah Kookie, sit back down…please.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes at Taehyung, giving him a look that screams ‘are you serious?!’

“Childish? Okay.” He gives you a look of disappointment before grabbing his phone and his bag and walking away from the table. You watch in disbelief as Jungkook’s figure disappears from your view. What was up with him?

“Sorry, I don’t know what’s going on with him…”

“Right…” Tae responds quietly, his grip on your waist loosening up. “He’s just really protective over you, huh?” Taehyung bites his lip in contemplation, “y/n. I’m serious, let’s do this. I’ll pay for your coffee for the next month if you do this with me. Please, I am quite literally begging you.” He breathes out through his nose in an attempt to laugh. “She won’t leave me alone otherwise.”

You bite your lip in deep thought, your brows pulled together. Taehyung couldn’t help but find you cute.

“For a month? What happened to a few weeks?” you ask, a playful smirk gracing your features.

Taehyung couldn’t help the grin that made its way on his face.

“1 month.” He breathes out. “Unless you fall in love with me during that time and beg for more time….” He pokes his tongue out, his teasing tone going straight to your lady bits. If only he knew.

“Fine, but we should set some ground rules…don’t you think?”

“Okay. Like what?”

“Oh…I don’t—”

Taehyung raises a brow, “Don’t say something stupid like ‘no kissing’…because we want to make it as realistic as possible, don’t we?” he leans in just a bit more. Without Jungkook around Taehyung seems a bit more confident.

“Oh, you want to kiss me then?”

“It’s just for show. We don’t gotta think too hard about it.” His face inches closer and closer.

“Love…” you say, in a complete daze. Too lost in Taehyungs big brown eyes.

“What about it?” he doesn’t blink, just continues to stare into your eyes.

“We…would if one of us catches feelings? Then we should stop it, right?” You choke out.

Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut as an impossibly cute giggle escapes his lips, “You’re so cute. How many romcoms have you watched to come up with that line?”

“I’m serious.” You push your head back, “This could become hurtful if one of us falls in love…” You say this knowing it’s you. Well, obviously. Just because Taehyung called you pretty 2 years ago doesn’t mean he likes you.

“Okay, sweetheart.” Taehyung gets close again, “I’ll tell you.” And then he leans in, just an inch from your face. His lips hovering over your own and you can see his eyes still on you, like he’s silently asking for permission. You can’t help the nod of your head and you, yourself don’t stop yourself from leaning in.

Taehyungs lips are just as soft as you had always imagined. His lips only peck yours, the kiss is short but sweet. Once he pulls back you see his eyes slide to the counter where that Anna girl stands, and a look of relief washes over his features.

“Thank God, she bought it. She looks pissed,” he laughs loudly, “She saw us and is totally storming out!”

Oh, right. This is all for show.

“Oh, good.”

“Thanks y/n!” Taehyung’s smile is so wide it takes up the entire booth. He goes in for a quick hug, pulling back he smiles again before reaching his hand to pat your head.

“You’re a good girl.” He says and slips out of the booth. Welp, you wish those words didn’t go straight to your vagina.

“Uh, thanks.” You sputter out, not entirely sure what just happened.

“See you later?” he asks then his face lights up, “I’ll bring you a coffee.”

“Well, that is the deal.” You shoot him some pathetic finger guns.

You stare down at your now cold coffee, and look across from you at the now empty booth where Jungkook once sat.

“I’ll text you with more details later!” he shakes his phone in his hand,

“Bye bye…girlfriend.” He finishes off with a wink and skips, yes fucking skips away.

You are left alone at your table, with an empty seat across from you and a cold coffee. And now a fake boyfriend with the guy you have a massive crush on. This couldn’t possibly go all wrong, could it?

~~~

“This is definitely going to go all wrong, you realize that, right? This is a bad idea y/n and you know it.”

Jungkook’s legs are swung over your own as he lays on the couch, his focus on his phone in his hands. He wears his gray puma sweat suit you love so much and smells exactly the same as always—clean laundry and his own musk. You can’t help but eye him over, his dark strands of hair falling into his eyes as he bobbles his head to rid himself of the stray pieces. You aren’t blind, Jungkook is like, crazy hot and sometimes your staring can become a problem.

“Like, ‘we can’t fall in love with each other’” he mocks, “What sort of bullshit? You already in love, aren’t you?” he peeks over his phone to get a look at you waiting for some sort of rejection of his words.

“It’s just a crush, Jungkook.”

“Sure.” His eyes go back to his screen. “You’re pretty dumb for doing this.”

“Did I mention we kissed?”

“Only 100 times now you sicko.” Jungkook rolls his eyes and you can’t help but giggle.

It’s no secret that Jungkook is against this—whatever this is. He always has been…ever since you mentioned it 2 years ago sophomore year.

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘no’?!” you ask in disbelief.

You just confessed your little crush on Taehyung to Jungkook, the two of you sitting across from one another in the library when he rolls his eyes, obviously annoyed.

“Can you not yell? We’re literally in a library. And I don’t feel like getting kicked out this week…again.” He rolls his pen between his fingers as he speaks.

“Okay one: that’s your own fault for getting caught with your hand down some girls pants. And Two: what do you mean ‘no’?”

“Taehyung is off limits for you.” He says, totally unbothered.

“What the hell does that even mean?”

“It means, he’s my friend for one so gross, and also he’s kind of like…emotionally unavailable.”

You chew on your pen, wondering what that could mean. Like, he doesn’t date? He doesn’t ‘do’ relationships? He’s already in love with someone else?

“I’m not telling you.” Jungkook’s pen slides against his paper as he writes, “His life.”

Oh, you asked that out loud.

“Whatever Jungkook, it’s just a crush.”

It feels nice to have a crush on someone other than…

Ding

Your phone goes off and you hurry to check it. What? It could be Taehyung wanting to go over the details of the ‘plan’. But much to your disappointment it was just Jimin.

Jimin 9:42pm

Where are you guys? Party has BEEN started girl

Y/N 9:42pm

We’re about to leave babe, see you soonish

Jimin 9:43pm

You guys fuckin? *smirk face emoji*

Y/N 9:43pm

Did you just…write smirk face emoji instead of putting the emoji itself

Y/N 9:44pm

Also how many times do I have to tell you JK and I aren’t like that

Jimin 9:45pm

Whatevs, see you soon babe xoxo

You set your phone down in your lap, your fingers going to massage Jungkook’s calves as you sneak a glance at him, he closes his eyes in satisfaction as you continue massaging the muscle.

“We gotta get go—also, that’s now what you’re wearing right?”

“Not going tonight. But have fun.” Jungkook sets his phone on his chest, letting out a long breath while folding his arms behind his head. He looks comfortable like, you almost believe him that he’s really staying in.

“Yeah, okay.”

“I’m serious.”

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N why don’t we just stay in tonight?” He whines, he unfolds his arms and reaches for your hand. “Let’s go buy a 12 pack, get fucked up and just ya know, stay in.” Though this doesn’t sound like a bad idea, it also sounds like every Friday night with the two of you and you want to do something different tonight. But it would take some convincing. You interlock your fingers with his and he melts at your touch, his dopey smile growing.

“It’s a good idea, right?” he says, blinking up at you.

You smile back, tilting your head just the slightest before your smile drops altogether.

“No.”

“Ugh!” Jungkook throws his head back on the sofas armrest, “Why are you like this?”

“You still love me.” You chirp swinging his legs off yours and standing to your feet.

“Now get dressed and I promise that I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the weekend and you can bring whatever poor girl back to the apartment.”

Oh yes, your best friend is also your roommate. You’ve been living together for the last year—it just made the most sense. He was always over at yours or vise versa. So it made the most sense to save money and just room together. It worked out almost perfectly—almost. He paid his half of rent on time, he cleaned the dishes, he did laundry. Wait a minute, what the hell did you offer? That’s beside the point, the best of all he was always there when you needed him. The one downfall…the girls he brought over.

It got so bad that you couldn’t even sleep. You get it, your best friend is obviously…gifted. If the girls whines and moans and screams were any indication. So you had to set some rules for your sanity! For one, the other must always warn the other when bring home a person for the night. And two, its best if the other is already like, not home. Jungkook quickly agreed…something about how he doesn’t want to hear you either.

So, offering to be gone all weekend so he can have as much sex in his bed as he wants is probably going to be convincing enough.

You study Jungkook’s features, his brows pinched together almost comically, and his lips formed into the cutest pout.

“All weekend?” he asks, kicking imaginary rocks with his feet. “Like, no interruptions?”

“No interruptions you absolute whore.”

“Fine, deal.” He looks into your eyes and something flashes across them that you cant pinpoint. “I guess I’ll get dressed…but wait, where will you stay?”

“Probably with Jimin.” You shrug.

“Hm, okay.” Jungkook walks towards his room while lifting his sweatshirt over his head and throwing it behind him, the article of clothing landing on the floor. “And you’re doing laundry.”

“Brat.” You say rolling your eyes but you can’t help but smile.

You don’t take long to get ready yourself, you settle for a casual look tonight…okay, semi-casual, meaning you’re wearing jeans but you are wearing a nice, low cut blouse that shows a generous amount of cleavage. It’s your go to titty shirt. You aren’t really looking to get laid tonight or anything but you do want onlookers to wish you were.

You bounce your knee up and down while sitting on the sofa as you not so patiently wait on your bff, you call out for him but he only yells back that you need to like, chill out. After what feels like forever, the creak of his bedroom door opening can be heard and you quickly stand to your feet to face him.

“Woah.” Is all you manage to say as Jungkook walks out of his room, his cologne filling the air around you. “You look…” you can’t even finish your sentence without Jungkook’s stupid smirk already on his face. His pants are skin tight, the material practically melted on to his thick thighs that are deliciously exposed thanks to rips and holes. His plain white tee is accompanied by a fine leather jacket and his hair is split down the middle, the waves adorning his face. He looks damn good. And you both fucking know it.

“I look?” he teases, walking closer to you. His cologne suffocating your nostrils but you aren’t upset about it.

“You look…fine. You look better than before at least.” You choke out. It’s not that Jungkook is capable of making you nervous but sometimes he has this aura about him…no, you don’t even want to get into it. Those are thoughts you’ve trained yourself to push away.

“Whatever.” His eyes skim over your body shamelessly, “You look fine too.” He winks, walking past you.

“Ready to go?” he calls out over his shoulder. You can’t help but watch his tight ass walk away. Did you really say tight ass? Well it is!

“Yeah, lemme grab my purse and uh, uh we can go. You’re driving.”

~~~

“About fucking time, sluts.”

“Hello to you too, Jiminie.” You crack a smile as your friend goes in for a quick but tight hug.

When Jungkook finally introduced you to all his friends the one you hit it off with the most was good ol’ Jimin. He immediately became one of your closest friends.

“Yo Park.” Jungkook’s eyes are all around the place, not even sparing Jimin a glance. No doubt looking for his girl for the night already. What? It’s a safe assumption.

“Jeon.” Jimin rolls his eyes playfully. “You guys took forever, too busy fucking?”

You hit Jimin’s shoulder with your own, giving him a look that says you’ll scold him later.

“She wishes.” Jungkook finally puts his attention on the two of you, a wide smile growing on his face.

“Shut up.”

“What? It’s true! Oh my god Jimin, you should of seen her face when she saw me walk out in this fit.” Jungkook stands tall, hands grabbing onto the material of his leather jacket,

“She was like “oh my god Jungkook you look so go—” You go to hit his stomach with your fist but thanks to his rock hard abs you only end up hurting yourself. “Fuck! Ow! What’s under your shirt?” you yell over the music.

“Oh baby, you can find out. Should we go upstairs? I know a room.” He says with a wink.

The words ring a bell of familiarity in your head, each syllable echoing softly. A small smile forms on your lips and Jungkook gives you the softest smile in return. Did he just say the same line he used on you 3 years ago when you two met?

3 years ago

The music is booming so loudly you can’t even hear yourself think. This isn’t your first frat party and probably won’t be your last but you just can’t get use to it. You let your dormmate drag you to this stupid party only for her to ditch you in the first 10 minutes. Great.

You weave through the crowd trying to locate the kitchen to get your hands on the strongest drink you can find, lord knows you need it.

The kitchen is just as crowded as the rest of the house unfortunately. So many bodies. Bodies doing shots. Bodies doing shots off other bodies. Bodies playing games. Bodies grinding against other bodies. So many fucking bodies. It is honestly overwhelming. You walk towards the punch bowl, reaching for a red solo cup when another hand bumps into yours.

“Whoops sorry, go ahead.” The hand is attached to this boy—or man? Should you say man? He sure looks like one. He eyes you up and down before smiling down at you.

“Freshmen?” he asks.

You slump your shoulders, “Do I really look that outta place?” you pout.

“It’s not that…I just have a way of knowing.” He laughs. “I’m Namjoon, by the way.”

Namjoon, huh? He is cute that was for sure. “Y/N.” you say placing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Pretty!” he smiles, then his eyes look behind you. “Ay! Jungkook! What did I say?! No more Keg stands!!!!” Then Namjoon’s eyes are back on you, “Sorry Y/N gotta go, gotta take care of this brat.” Then walks past you to this mysterious Jungkook person.

Your eyes follow Namjoon as he rushes to whoever this Jungkook guy is. Namjoon pulls him to the side obviously scolding him for apparently doing too many keg stands. Jungkook looks like a small child who is about to get grounded, and you can’t help but giggle. Unfortunately, this caught Jungkook’s attention. He looks straight at you, his eyes narrowing. Wait a minute. You recognize him! He definitely looks like the same guy from your Lit class on Tuesday and Thursdays. Yup, you get one long good look at him and he is definitely the same heartthrob of a dude from your class. All the girls go crazy for this guy, you mean, you guess you get it. He is really hot. He’s got on a black t shirt and some ripped jeans, and tousled hair.

Jungkook looks at you again with furrowed brows then smirks. Fuck, you were staring. And got caught. You see Jungkook pat Namjoon on the shoulder a few times then walk past him, much to Namjoon’s annoyance.

And he’s walking towards….you. FUCK. In a total panic, you twirl around to face the wall, yes the fucking wall when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“’Scuse me?” a voice says from behind you. You’re not going to play dumb, you know who the voice probably belongs to. You stay facing the wall, like a fucking weirdo.

“Wanna turn around?” his voice is light and teasing and you can’t help the long release of breath before turning to face him. Wow. Up close he’s even more handsome….

“Hi?” you sputter out, completely unaware of how lame and shy you sound.

“Hey, like what you see?” he nods his head in the direction he just came from, clearly amused.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Apparently playing dumb is how you decide to go about this. You stare at him with a blank expression, swaying from side to side. Lucky for you it’s in beat with the music so you look kind of cool. At least that’s what you’re telling yourself.

“I mean, you kept staring at me so.”

“No, its…it’s not like that”

“Then, what’s it like?”

“I just…I thought I recognized you so…” you wipe your sweaty hands on your black denim skirt. “That’s all.” You finish, still looking at him like you haven’t done anything weird tonight.

“Anderson’s Lit class right?” he asks with a pointed look. “I recognized you too.” His smirk does things to your lower half but you shouldn’t be admitting that right now.

“Oh?” is all you manage to say.

Jungkook studies you for a few moments, his gaze so dark and intimidating and you feel so flushed with his eyes on you. Then he groans with fingers rushing through his messy hair,

“Do you understand this week’s assignment?”

He…he wants to talk about school?

“Yes, I do. Because this assignment is wack as fuck.”

OH. You must of asked that out loud.

“Yes, you did.”

Oh, that too.

“Umm, yeah. What aren’t you understanding?” you finally say something relevant.

“It’s just more like, I think it’s a stupid assignment.” He chuckles, “Oh, you got something—” he reaches his hand forward to your hair, his fingers brushing through your long strands, pulling back with a piece of string. “Got it.” He says with a sly smile.

HOW CHEESY!!!! But like, it still made the heartbeat in your vagina go boom boom.

“Ya know…” he begins, his eyes never leaving yours as he talks. You actually don’t even know what he is talking about but his lips move so quickly you try to follow them. Your eyes on his lips the whole time, you don’t even realize it.

“…and that’s why I think it’s stupid.” He finally finishes with an obnoxious laugh. “Hey—hey are you even listening?” he says, his lips in a pout. You would know because they are all you’ve been staring at.

“Huh?” you blink lazily up at him, “Oh. Yeah. I totally agree.”

Jungkook stares at you seriously for a second before breaking out into a cackle, yes a cackle like he’s some hysterical witch. Which sounds really unattractive but honestly you’re digging it.

“It’s okay, you weren’t listening. I guess I’m not that interesting, huh?”

“No no! You are!” You’re quick to say, your hands waving frantically in front of you.

“Oh? So you do find me interesting?” he smirks, folding his arms across his chest.

You scoff at his words, appreciating his moves on you with a sly smile.

“Are you always this smooth?” you ask, a light teasing tone laced in your voice.

“Oh baby, you can find out. Should we go upstairs? I know a room.” He teases back.

Feeling so at home lost in your memories with Jungkook, you finally break free from the flashback. For some reason that’s a flashback you don’t mind reliving.

“Smooth.” You grin at Jungkook, you can’t help the blush that paints itself on your cheeks.

“For you? Always.” He grins back. You two just stare at one another, basking in the memories of your friendship.

“Okay, enough.” Jimin cuts in, his hands on both yours and Jungkook’s shoulders, “Either actually get a room and finally fuck or get on with your nights.”

You and Jungkook exchange awkward glances before turning towards the living room to join the party. Jimin is left at the houses entrance by the front door, totally dumbfounded. “these two idiots…” he scoffs under his breath, his eyes rolling so far back into his head.

Hours pass and you know what? The party isn’t as lame as you thought it might be. You are lost in the music on the living rooms dance floor with a red solo cup in one hand and your phone in the other.

“y/n!” you hear the call of one of your closest girlfriends.

“Trina!!!” you stumble towards her with a lopsided grin, you reach for her bringing her in for a long hug.

“Woah, someone’s drunk.” She laughs her loud laugh that you love so much. “And damn, the titty shirt is out tonight? Nice.”

“Not drunk” you giggle, and then continue to giggle again for no apparent reason.

“Right…” Trina slaps your back enthusiastically, “Where’s…” she then lowers her voice with a smirk, “lover boy?”

“who? Jungkook?” you ask with the tilt of your head.

Trina’s head pushes back with a confused expression, “What? No! I’m talking about…” she lowers her voice again, “Taehyung!”

OH. Right. You had texted Trina as soon as the whole ordeal with Taehyung unraveled. She knows of your long time crush and totally supports the idea of fake dating because as she puts it:

“Girl! This is your chance! Show him what a great girlfriend you would be, he would totally fall in love with you for real for real.”

And you have to say, you like where her head is at. Complete opposite of what Jungkook is always saying.

“Oh, I don’t know. I haven’t see him around.” You sway side to side, your lit up phone catching your attention.

Jungkook 1:22am

Don’t come home tonight ;)

You can’t help but roll your eyes. How is he so quick?

Y/N 1:23am

Alreadyasydy tslked 2 Jiminie, staying w hum toniteeee.

Jungkook 1:24am

y/n…you’re not too drunk right?

Jungkook 1:27am

y/n????

You are back to shaking your ass with Trina by your side, the bass of the music thumping so loudly you can feel it vibrate your whole body. Body after body pushes into you, causing you to stumble every few seconds. But your grip on your refilled solo cup doesn’t loosen, not as you chug back your drink.

“Gonna grab another!” you slur, nodding your head towards the kitchen. Trina only gives you a thumbs up as she continues to dance with some random girl.

The walk to the kitchen feels like it’s taking forever, the way the walls swirl around you makes you feel sick. You stagger through the kitchens walk way when you feel two arms wrap around your middle.

“My girlfriend!” You hear the slur of words in your right ear, loud and clear.

You turn in the man’s hold with squinted eyes,

“Oh hi Tae.” You giggle, encasing him in a hug. Drunk y/n is way more confident. For some reason seeing him like this you don’t feel as nervous or awkward. Then you feel it. The weird, uncomfortable pang in your chest. Why is that? You look up at Taehyung when the sensation of guilt begins to surface. You remind yourself of the mission you’re on, completely ignoring the inner truth that tries to bubble over and smile at him.

Taehyung looks down at you with a goofy grin, his fingers digging into your waist to keep you steady.

“Oh, you’re drunk drunk.” He teases.

“Am not!” you shake away your confusing thoughts and giggle some more. “wanna take a shot with me?” you excitedly ask him, nodding in the direction of the liquor bottles.

“Hell yeah girl!” he says, taking your hand and leading you towards the counter.

“Y/N are you okay????” Taehyung voice is laced in concern as he holds you. Yes, the Kim Taehyung is holding you. “Shit, I shouldn’t have let you drink this much….” But like in a totally pathetic way.

“You…” you lean back, hitting his chest with your pointer finger, “Don’t tell me how much I can or can’t drink!” your voice buzzes as you fall forward but Taehyung catches you again.

“Right right…” he chuckles but then he looks concerned again. “We need to get you home…let’s call Jungkook.”

“No! we caaaannnnoottt do that…” your words are all jumbled together, Taehyung has a hard time understanding you.

“Where’s your phone?”

“Back pocket.” You wink. Like a fucking sleaze.

Taehyung looks conflicted, but in the end he reaches around for your phone and turns it on.

“Holy shit y/n… you have 8 missed calls from Jungkook. And whole lotta texts.”

Jungkook 1:30am

Are you okay??

Jungkook 1:40am

y/n…Youre a big girl so ill just assume youre okay.

Jungkook 3:02am

Just talked to jimin and you aren’t with him?? where are u??

Jungkook 3:18am

Answer your fukin phone

Jungkook 3:23am

Are you still at the party?

Jungkook 3:41am

You aren’t with Trina either? y/n where are you?

Jungkook 4:00am

Don’t make me go back there….pls just answer your phone so I know if youre like, idk fucking alive

Jungkook 4:10am

Fine im going to look for you

“Fuck.” Taehyung hisses under his breath. “I gotta call him…I’m gonna call him okay?”

Your eyes go comically wide at Taehyungs words.

“No!”

“too late” he says, the phone to his hear.

“Hey man, no its me…Taehyung, yeah…yeah….she….” Taehyung eyes you carefully as he speaks on the phone, “She’s fine. She just has had maybe too much to dri—” Taehyung drags a hand down his tired face, “No for fucks sake I didn’t do anything to her. Really dude?”

You lean into Taehyungs space, trying to put your ear to the phone as well and Taehyung can’t help but laugh.

“I read all your texts to be honest…if you have a girl over…what? No, I’m saying y/n can just stay with me…”

Stay with Taehyung? That should make your heart race but—

You think all the alcohol is catching up to you at once and the world becomes even more blurred and a spinning mess. You would give anything to be cuddled up in your blankets with Jungkook taking care of you—wait, no. You don’t need Jungkook to take care of you. You have a perfectly good Taehyung who just offered his place to you.

“I swear man, I’ll take care of h—” Taehyung rolls his eyes, “she might be too drunk to talk….okay, I’ll ask her.” Taehyung lowers the phone and faces you.

“y/n.”

“Hm?” you blink lazily, swaying into Taehyungs chest. Oh no. You feel it, you feel the nausea building up in your tummy, making its way up your chest. On a scale of 1 to 10 how dead would you die if you threw up on Taehyung?

“Do you want Jungkook to come pick you up?”

Jungkook? Like, your Jungkook? Unfortunately for you, your eyes gloss over and probably also unfortunate for Taehyung as well as he looks at you with an alarmed expression . You feel sick. You want to go home. You want to sit on your bathroom floor and throw up in the toilet with Jungkook sitting next to you while he hums a soft tune to soothe you.

“Y-Yes.” You murmur shyly, you begin to sniffle and Taehyung begins to panic.

“Okay man yeah come pick her up.”

“want Jungkook…” you say as a few tears spill over. You are trying your hardest to keep the puke down but its threatening to exit your poor drunk body.

“I think she’s gonna be sick so please hurry…” Taehyung rushes to say over the phone before hanging up.

The next few minutes are a blur, you know Taehyung rushes you to the bathroom. He is overly sweet the whole time you see nothing but blurred, spinning images. He holds your hair back as your body threatens to release tonight’s dinner and says comforting words but nothing makes you feel better. The puke won’t make its guest appearance and your whole world is spinning at a inhumane pace. You’re about to give up on life and fall to the bathroom floor of this gross frat house and try to sleep when you hear him.

“Lemme in dude.” It’s Jungkook. You stir from your sleepy state and turn your head towards the door. He barges in, his eyes landing on you and they soften. He immediately falls to the floor to caress the back of your head and you immediately begin to sob. The tears are out of your control as they slide down your cheeks.

“Don’t...don’t...feel good.” You say between wails, gripping desperately onto his shirt.

“I know baby, I know.” He pulls you into his chest, his hand soothingly running up and down your back. “Has she thrown up yet?” Jungkook looks up at Taehyung with expectant eyes. Taehyung is so caught off guard while watching the two of you.

“uh, no.”

“Okay, can you leave us alone for a while?” Jungkook says somewhat harshly then his features soften as he whispers “She will probably be embarrassed later if you saw…”

“Right.” Taehyung says, his worried expression not going unnoticed by Jungkook. Then Taehyung is on his way out, but he turns one last time to get a look at you.

“feel better y/n” then he is out the door, shutting it behind him.

“Okay y/n…remember what you gotta do?”

“finger?” you slur.

“Yup. Put your finger…yes like that,” he says as you begin to push your finger down your throat to get yourself to throw up.

“I promise you’ll feel better.”

You begin gagging on your finger as you finally throw up in the toilet, Jungkook rubbing your back the entire time giving you words of encouragement.

“Good girl, good girl.” He whispers.

Your face is a fucking mess. Your makeup smeared beyond belief. The black streaks from your tears marking your cheeks in the most horrific way. Jungkook watches you as you cry into his lap on the floor, his heart breaking at the sight. He hated when you drank too much and got like this. He should of never left you alone tonight.

“Jungkook?” you choke out, your tears still spilling from your dark eyes.

“Hm?” he responds, his fingers brushing back your hair.

“Did I ruin your night? Or did you still get some?” you chuckle pathetically.

“Don’t worry about that.” He brushes more hair out of your face, he lifts your head up and places it on a towel. He stands to his feet at the sink, reaching for a towelette and running it under warm water.

“Gonna clean your face okay?” he warns softly.

“kay…” you close your eyes when you feel the wet warmth of the towelette on your cheek. Jungkook is careful to clean you delicately, wiping away the makeup and leaving you spotless.

He’s back under you, your head in his lap and his hands back in your hair.

“you told me you were going to be with Jimin tonight yet you were with Taehyung…”

“It just happened like that” you whisper, sleep beginning to take over.

“I was…really worried about you when I didn’t hear from you, stupid.”

You smile at his words, his touch making you melt.

“Ya know, you’re not the only one allowed to get some Jungkook. I can be like you and have sex too if I want.”

“What are you talking about?” his hand stops in your hair.

“Would if I was getting some? That’s why I didn’t answer?”

“Were you?” his voice is low.

“Well, no—”

“Okay good.”

“Why is that good? Hm?” you open your eyes just a little bit, taking in the hazy world. “Wish it was you I was getting it on with?” you say quietly.

“You’re drunk.”

“I wanna go home.”

“take a nap first, okay?” his fingers begin playing in your hair again, “I’ll wake you up in 30 minutes.”

Your eyes are already closed when he says this, sleep already welcoming you in its warm embrace. “Kay” you murmur.

Jungkook plays with your hair as you snooze in his lap, he watches the rise and fall of your chest and wonders what it would be like to lay his head on it and sleep too.

Bbrrrr bbbrrrrr bbrrrr brrrrrr

A phone call. The most horrifying buzzing occurs next to your face as you sleep peacefully in your bed. Wait, how did you get home last night? You remember drinking and dancing the night away, you remember hanging out with Taehyung…oh no, you remember Jungkook coming to the rescue. Oh no...

You try to open your eyes, but the light from the sun is too damn blinding. You squint at what is in view. Right in front of you, you see black locks of hair poking out of the blanket, a dark blue blanket. You recognize this blanket. Jungkook’s blanket. You are in Jungkook’s bed. With Jungkook. This isn’t so surprising, you imagine you had refused to sleep in your own bed last night—

Bbbrrrr bbbrrrr brrrr brrrrr

Right. Your phone.

You fumble the phone trying to pick it up and answer it when Jungkook groans next to you,

“Hurry up and answer it” he says, sliding deeper under the covers.

“Hello?” you croak out, your voice hoarse and honestly? Disgusting.

“Hey y/n!” This voice is way too damn chipper for whatever ungodly hour it is.

“Tae?”

“Good afternoon sleepy head! Did I wake you?” Afternoon? What time is it? You pull the phone away from your face to check the time.

2:06pm

Holy shit, you’ve slept the day away.

“No no,” you lie, “Just in bed…” you say sitting up from where you lay.

“Great! Do you think maybe I could…come over? We can discuss the whole fake dating thing.” He chuckles into the phone. COME OVER? Immediately you begin smoothing down your hair with your free hand and start to peel back the covers to get out of bed.

“Umm, when?” you glance over at sleeping Jungkook, his face mostly hidden behind the blanket.

“Maybe around 6? I could cook you dinner? I know you had a rough night…”

Fucking great. You don’t want to think of last night, you will die of fucking embarrassment.

“yeah…listen, you don’t have to do all that—”

“I want to!” Taehyung is quick to cut you off, “As your boyfriend—fake boyfriend it is my duty to take care of you!” you feel like you can see the boxy smile on his face. It makes you motherfucking swoon.

“Okay then, 6.” You smile into the phone. “Bye tae.”

You bring the phone down into your lap, clicking the end button. Dinner with Taehyung? Like a date? You can’t help but feel internally giddy at the thought. You squeal for a second before Jungkook speaks up.

“What’s at 6?” he peeks from under the covers, his voice husky and groggy.

“Oh… nothing” you sing, a bright smile on your face.

“Something with Tae?” he begins to sit himself up as well.

“We’re just going to have dinner and talk about the whole fake dating thing.” You beam.

“You’re still doing that shit?”

Automatically you go from super excited to annoyed. Only Jungkook can do that to you.

“It’s harmless, Jungkook. Plus…”

“plus what?” he raises a single brow.

“Trina says this is a good opportunity…”

“y/n I have told you not to get too involved with this guy, but you don’t listen to me.” Jungkook crosses his arms over his chest, then bows his head down in defeat.

“But whatever, learn your fucking lessons by yourself.”

You can’t help but feel like Jungkook is once again looking down at you, like you aren’t good enough for Taehyung. Your breaths become unsteady as you just stare at your best friend like he isn’t constantly hurting your feelings on the matter.

“I—I will be fine. I want him, Jungkook. And this is—this is a good opportunity to show him I can be a good enough girlfriend ya know—”

“Just stop.” Jungkook cuts you off in a harsh tone. “I never said you weren’t good enough? You’re just not what he wants.” Jungkook can see how his words break you further. “Fuck. Forget I said that, y/n…”

“Why can’t he want me?”

Jungkook hates just how quietly you ask that…he hates how defeated you sound, how defeated you look…your head hanging low with no attempt to even look at him.

“He’s just…”

“No, it’s fine. Don’t answer that” You stand from the bed and begin walking towards his door. You look down to see you’re wearing nothing but Jungkook’s t shirt and some panties, you groan at your own shamelessness when you hear the rushed ruffling of the comforter behind you and the plop of feet landing on the ground. Jungkook stands behind you, his fingers wrapped around your wrist.

“Just move on y/n…”

I’m fucking trying to, is what you want to say but instead you opt for a harsh ‘leave me alone’ as you exit his room.

You spend the next couple of hours pampering yourself, you had a rough night and you totally deserve a piece of cake, this bubble bath and face mask. You want to feel relaxed but you can’t get the image of Jungkook out of your head. You hate it when the two of you fight. You mean, to others this would hardly come off as a ‘fight’ but you and Jungkook never really have negative energy. So, yes. It’s a fight. He’s the last person in the world you want to fight with. Yet here you are.

But then the image of Taehyung cooking you dinner enters your mind and somehow you feel a little more at ease. Was this a date? You giggle to yourself, blowing bubbles that reaches your lips as you sink deeper into the tub. You have an hour before Taehyung was to arrive at your apartment…your shared apartment. God, you hope Jungkook takes a hint and goes and hangs out with Jimin or something.

You finally rise from the tub and dry off your now freshly cleansed body. The scent of lavender fills the air and you feel satisfied with how your bath turned out.

You read the clock…5:30pm and you know it’s time to get dressed.

You settle for some high waisted shorts and a white tank top with a purple bralette where the straps are generously shown. Looking into the mirror, you decide to do light makeup and tinted lip balm. You don’t want to try too hard for the boy you’re trying to woo.

And bam. 6pm right on the dot you hear the door being lightly knocked. You begin walking towards the front door but stop to see if Jungkook is in his room or not. He’s not. Relief washes over you as you continue to walk towards the front door. But where did he go? You’re relieved he isn’t home but feel anxious that you don’t know where he could have gone. Maybe to Jimin’s? Maybe to some random girls? Somehow this makes you feel more anxious. You shake away those thoughts and swing the front door open.

“Hey there.” Taehyungs boxy grin is enough to get you pregnant. Like, god damn. He looks amazing. He’s got dress pants and some floral shirt and his hair looks slightly wet. That’s not the only thing slightly wet. You internally cringe at your thought.

“Hey Tae, come on in.” you open the door wider to let the boy through. He walks past you and makes himself comfortable in the kitchen, setting down a bag of what you assume is probably groceries.

“You like spaghetti?” he asks excitedly, almost like a child.

“Who doesn’t?” you smirk walking his way and sitting down at the breakfast table. “Need any help?” you offer.

“Not at all.” Taehyung begins unpacking his things and gets to work in the kitchen. You watch in awe, your head nuzzled in your hands as he does his thing.

“Dinner was amazing Tae.” You go to compliment the chef. It really was. The noodles were long and soft and the sauce was very flavorful. Did you really just compliment the length and softness of fucking noodles? Wow, you are whipped. You almost wish Taehyung was your roommate and not useless in the kitchen Jungkook. Oh. Jungkook. The thought of him enters your mind and it has you hurting. You may be having a blast with your crush but you and your best friend are still in the middle of a fight. About said crush. But this really is your chance. You can get Taehyung to like you, maybe even fall for you. And you need this. You need this. So you can’t give up, no matter what Jungkook says.

“Not as amazing as you” Taehyung winks but then his face drops, “Sorry that was cheesy, wasn’t it?” he drags a hand down his handsome face. “I suck at flirting.”

You look up at him, completely intrigued.

“You’re trying to flirt with me?” you can’t help but to smile slyly.

“Of course I am!” Taehyung laughs loudly then reaches for his backpack in the chair next to his and pulls out a notebook.

“So I wrote some ideas for this whole fake dating thing.” He becomes just a tad more serious as a nervous grin lights up his face.

“Oh really? Should I have a look?” you say reaching for the notebook with grabby hands, “Gimme!”

Taehyung chuckles while pulling the notebook to his chest, “No! Miss Greedy.” He teases. “How about I just read them and we can discuss?”

“fine.” You pout, “Whatever you say.”

“Whatever I say? I like the sound of that.” He smirks then his eyes fall to the paper in front of him. “First, we should go on dates…like all the time. The more time we spend together the more believable it’ll be. Ya know?”

“Okay, makes sense. Makes sense.”

“Second, we should attend all parties together and leave together too.” Then his eyes go wide, “I just mean—like don’t worry, I’ll make sure I get you home.”

You can’t help but giggle, nodding your head to his words.

“Third, we should post each other on social media! For example, I can take a picture of tonight’s date and post it on the gram.”

“Tonight was a date?” you ask, a delighted smile making its way on your face.

“Well, yeah…” he answers shyly.

“anything else?” you question, leaning your head in your hands as you look into his big brown eyes.

“Well….. there is one more thing I wrote down….” He answers awkwardly. His eyes sliding to the side to avert your gaze.

“oh? What is it?” you try to take a peek at the paper, curiosity getting the best of you—as usual.

“I’ll just let you read it…” he then pushes the notebook on the table in your direction, you excitedly pick it up and skim the paper. You look at all the things he wrote down, smiling because he even added his own tips.

Buy her flowers.

Movie dates?

Netflix and chill

Cook her dinner

How cute. He even added little doodles. Your eyes continue to skim the page as your smile grows at how much thought he has put into this. Your heart is beating out of your chest…you know this is all fake and for show but you cannot help how happy its making you feel. You continue to smile and hum as your eyes skim lower and lower until you see the last thing on his list.

No Jungkook.

Huh? Your smile begins to falter. No Jungkook? What does that even mean? You look up to meet Taehyungs eyes. He’s already anxiously staring at you.

“I don’t understand?” you breathe out, “What does that mean?”

“No Jungkook.” He half whispers.

“You—you realize he is my best friend? Why no Jungkook?” you pinch your brows together in confusion.

“It’s just…” Taehyung begins to explain himself, “You two are awfully close. And people already get the wrong idea about you two. Like, all the fucking time. Even I think sometimes…that’s not important. It just means for one month, you’re mine. And I don’t want people to get the wrong idea if you’re always with Jungkook.” He pulls at the hair at his neck. “Is this making sense?” Taehyung looks flustered trying to get out all of his words.

“It would make me look pathetic don’t you think? That my supposed girlfriend is always with some other guy? I mean, y/n it’s just for one month…”

One month without Jungkook? Would you really choose a boy over your best friend? Even if only for a month?

“Tae… I don’t know.” You look down at your hands as your breathing begins to pick up.

“I can’t just abandon my best friend for an entire month…”

“I mean, you guys live together so it’s not like you won’t be seeing him. Just in public…ya know?”

Taehyung has a point, you try to reason. If you have a boyfriend it’s only natural to spend most of your time with them. But it still felt wrong. But… a part of you feels like this is a good idea, actually. You’ve always been meaning to put at least some distance between you and Jungkook, ya know, for your own sake. But this feels wrong. You’re about to decline his request when you hear the front door open and Jungkook’s shuffles in. He has his airpods in and doesn’t even spare you a glance. He walks straight to his bedroom and slams the door shut.

You feel embarrassed in front of your guest that your roommate and also yeah, your best fucking friend didn’t even acknowledge you.

“Uh, he’s in a mood” you try covering for Jungkook. Then you feel the buzz of your phone and you go to check it

Jungkook 8:02pm

Watching you fawn over him is just pathetic, but like, good luck.

All you see is red. Jungkook once again shitting on your love life and raining on your god damn parade. You know what? This is your chance with Taehyung and you aren’t going to let your bratty best friend ruin that for you.

“You know what, Tae?” you say setting your phone on the table.

“Yeah?”

“You’re right. I agree with your list.”

“Wait—you do? Even the Jung—”

“Yup.”

Taehyung tilts his head to the side as a wide grin makes its way across his face, “should we shake on it?” he asks with his hand pushed out in front of you.

You take his hand in yours, squeezing tightly before you pull him in and seal the deal with a quick kiss. Taehyung’s shocked expression makes you giggle, “Thought that would make it more official”

“I like having you as a girlfriend already.”

One month without Jungkook? Bring it on.

#bts #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #taehyung #taehyung smut #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader

[simplyotometrash]

HI CAN I REQUEST ehm MC x Asmo where MC is allergic to makeup (to be specific, chemically made ones) although is naturally a pretty person. I have no idea whether my allergies have died down after these years though 🤠 lipsticks/gloss are fine though but I think that's the only thing I could wear when I first tried using makeup (ㅇㅅㅇ❀)

I am absolutely down to write this for you! I ADORE Asmo, so any chance to write him makes me happy! :D

Asmodeus x gender-neutral MC

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

MC Is Allergic to Chemically Made Makeup

"Darling, let me give you a make-over!" Your boyfriend clapped one day.

The two of you spent most of your time together whether that be in his room relaxing or out on the down on dates, you two were practically attached at the hip most of the time. You didn't mind. Asmodeus wasn't a bad person to be around. You loved him dearly. You knew he wasn't what everyone thought of him. Sure, he could be vain, but it often was a coverup for his own deep-seated insecurities.

"No, no. I think I'm good," you answered with a nervous laugh.

"Oh, please! You're already stunning but just imagine how I could enhance that natural appearance!"

"Asmo, no. I don't want a make-over. I probably can't wear any of your makeup anyway," you sighed, putting your hand on his chest to keep him from getting too close with his makeup brushes.

He froze in place and cocked his head. The confused puppy look as you called it. It was absolutely to die for with how cute he looked without even having to try. If he pulled that look on you to get his way then you were sure to cave in. Most of the time. This wasn't one of those times. He was genuinely confused.

"I'm allergic to makeup. More specifically, I'm allergic to chemically made makeup. It's not a pretty sight," you explained, scratching the back of your neck.

He didn't wear too much makeup himself, only when he really wanted to, so you had never really had a reaction to any of it getting on your face. You were also good about cleaning your face afterward if his makeup did get on you.

"It's not that I don't WANT to wear makeup, I'd love to give it a try."

"That's a new one for me! I've never heard of anyone being allergic to makeup before. I understand. It's okay because you're absolutely breathtaking all on your own~!" He dropped his brushes on his nightstand and pinched your cheeks lightly.

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Asmodeus spent a lot of time shopping and researching whenever you were with others or taking a day for yourself. Chemically made makeup was the problem according to you. So, he was determined to find something without chemicals in it! Satan was helping him on his research endeavors, as he tended to get sidetracked or bored rather easily. The only thing keeping him from throwing in the towel was the fact he wanted to do it for you.

"I'm not sure what to do," he sighed dramatically. "I'm having a hard time finding makeup here in the Devildom without chemicals."

"I think I've found your answer," Solomon said, patting his friend on the back. "There's a store, it's very small and run by just one person, and she makes all of the makeup she sells herself from natural ingredients. No chemicals."

Asmo immediately perked up and leaped to his feet. "Then let's go! Come on, Solomon!"

"Asmo, wait-"

Solomon was unable to finish what he was going to say as Asmodeus dragged him off into town. Even if he had continued to speak, Solomon wasn't sure Asmo would actually hear him. He was so excited and giddy that he wasn't really paying attention to anything else. Not even his own reflection in shop windows.

He was a man on a mission. Nothing could stop him except-

"Closed," he shrieked. "Why is it closed!?"

"I tried to tell you..." Solomon rubbed at his neck with an awkward laugh. "She's only open a few hours a week. Apparently, because it takes so long to make her products. So she's closed most of the time. She doesn't even advertise when she's open, it's a matter of just checking in constantly."

Asmo whined and stamped his feet. "This is so unfair! I want my MC to be able to experience wearing makeup without an allergic reaction and now the store is closed!?"

Solomon practically had to drag Asmodeus from the shop entrance, the demon absolutely fuming at the situation. Asmo wasn't going to quit. Not in the slightest.

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You had barely gotten to see Asmo for an entire week after that. He was always gone or seemed tired. You had no idea what he was trying to do for you, but you were worried. Asmodeus never looked that tired nor did he avoid you. You were positive he wasn't doing it on purpose. He would never do that. Asmo was much more communicative than people thought.

So, you did what you needed to do and went into his room when you knew he was there. You had seen him rush in not 30 minutes before.

"Asmo, I'm coming in," you called and opened his door.

You were greeted with the biggest hug you'd ever gotten, which was saying a lot with what a hugger your boyfriend was.

"I have a surprise for you, my darling!"

"Wait, wait, wait. Is this surprise why you've been avoiding me?" You narrowed your eyes as he sauntered over to his bed.

"Avoiding? Oh...I suppose that is what I ended up doing. I didn't mean to! I was so busy trying to get this for you that I guess I ended up neglecting you. I'm sorry, MC." He sat down on the bed and patted the spot beside him, a box now in his lap. It was neatly wrapped and topped with a bright pink bow.

"What is this?" You took the box when you sat down and looked at your boyfriend.

"Open it~!" He was practically vibrating with excitement.

You carefully opened the box to find a vast assortment of makeup. You were confused. He knew you couldn't wear makeup, so why was his gift a bunch of it?

"Solomon, Satan, and I spent a while trying to find you some chemical-free makeup. Solomon then found this little shop that makes makeup from all-natural ingredients, no chemicals involved! The owner is the only one who works in the store, though, and she makes everything by hand. So the store is only open a few hours every week. I went there every single day before and after school and waited for hours just to get these for you."

You couldn't help but smile. Asmodeus, the brother everyone claimed only cared about himself, went above and beyond just to get you these items because you couldn't use the makeup from any normal store. He did far more than you would have even asked of him.

"You are naturally beautiful, MC. Just like me. You don't need makeup. I thought, though, that it'd be fun to do makeovers with you sometimes. I wanted you to have your own makeup that you can wear."

He just wanted to be able to add to your quality time spent together. You were beyond moved. You set the box to the side and tackled him to the bed in a tight embrace.

"Asmo," you said softly, "thank you so much. You are so sweet."

He giggled and peppered your face with kisses. "Anything for you, my darling."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #omswd #obey me x reader #obey me fluff #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me asmo x reader #obey me asmodeus x reader #obey me asmo fluff #waylonwrites #waylonanswersasks

[lolita-lollipop]

Hizashi and Aizawa kidnapping a young teenage girl, and her bonding and quickly finding comfort with Hizashi, leaving Aizawa to awkwardly attempt at being super soft and all the more gentle to his sensitive little girl, his heart panging with pain every time she flinches or cowers away from him. “You don’t need to be scared of me, kitten.. please”

your little acts of favoritism weren’t necessarily intentional, you hated both of them. they were your brothers teachers, and whoop dee doo, they kidnapped you. but... you liked hizashi more.

it was just something about him that made you believe he was some form of comfort item, probably because he wasnt brooding, and didnt have a mean face, and he was the first human yud ever seen in this place, that all combined into one and he became your rock, your shoulder to cry on. he was just... so nice, although his quirk was loud, somehow he managed to speak softly with you. it was such a bright contrast to at home where two firey blondes always scream at each other, and your father tries to calm it down.

on your first night ever here, you had tried to jump out the window, and were captured by the thick scarves you once admired, hed lectured you, yelled at yiuu even, all you could see were those red eyes of his, and hear his voice. and he scared you, he scared you so much. i guess it justtranslates to now, first impressions are everything, and to you, he looked like a big scary man who would yell at you.

eventually, you stopped caring about how you hated him, or how you wanted to leave, as you clearly never were. so, instead of glaring at them, or crying, you accepted the fact that he was taking care of you. hizashi, hizashi was taking care of you... aizawa though? no way in hell, he was just so... you'd never seen him with a smile, he never tried to talk to you, he just kinda watched you, and it freaked you out, at some point you started believing he was trying to kill you, don't even ask how you came up with that conclusion.

you just couldn't manage to warm up to hi as you'd done so quickly with hizashi, and it showed. you were always tense when alone with him, like he was going to jump out at you any second and stab you, you didnt talk to him , sometimes you felt so anxious around him that you would outright start crying, shaking in some form of fear, or hide yourself under a blanket. although hizashi was proud that you loved him so much, he knew that this was hurting his husband, that his own little girl was scared of him.

so he would always try to coax you into doing things with him, saying things like "can your papa come and help" or "how about we have papa do this with you while I make lunch?", just trying to get him included so you would feel just as comfortable around him as you were with his own self. Sometimes he just left the room to let you have alone time with him. He’d even lectured his husband about how he always looked angry, and that he has to smile form time to time, and not the creepy “I’m gonna kill a villain” smile.

And so Aizawa started trying, not trying to be like hizashi, even that was too much for him, but trying to be nicer, he was a gentle person when he wanted to be, so this came with ease for him, he would tuck you in at night, read you stories, hold you if you cried, feed you, help you bathe (which you usually liked hizashi to do, and in general, inserted himself as a gentle roger in your life. You would expect taht this would work, that because he was so nice to you, because he was so sweet like hizashi, you would accept him as your father.

But nope! Again, first impressions are everything to you, and now, he was written off as the villain of you story, now, you jsut ran off to papa whenever he was around, and didn’t even give him the chance to hang around you, it just made it worse honestly, because now, not only did he look scary, but he also looked fake, which is never good. Every time he would try to if you, you would clutch onto hizashi for dear life, acting like his hand would do nothing but burn you.

Tears would cloud your vision, and he would pulle back, not wanting to cause you any more pain, and jsut stare in. Pure jealousy at his husband, who cooed and gave you a hug.and guess what? You hugged him back, and hid yourself in his chest, willingly, without a fight, without a tear, instead with a smile, most of the times mic wouldn’t interfere, wbatigg ns this to everyone a safe space for you, a place where you should naturally do things, but sometimes, he would give you little bushes int he right direction. Like disappearing completely for my he house so you’ll be forced to talk to Aizawa.

This is one of those times.

Yo been wandering the house for about ten minutes now, waking up form a nap, to find mic absent from his usual place in the rocking chair at your bedside. It was a little after lunchtime, and they’d only given you a small cup of fruit for breakfast (intentional, from mic), you were fairly hungry, and usually he was there to give you food, but you had no idea where he was, you had heard the… other one on the phone in their shared office, but you did not want to talk to him right now.

Aizawa could tell you were awake by the fact that all of the cats were meowing like crazy, and little pattering footsteps had followed his hearing around, mic had left abruptly, probably some little plan of mischief again, he was hizashi after all. He was just waiting for you to either 1: go back to bed, or 2: come to him for help. Mic had specifically told him to follow these rules for after nap time, so he did. And grew progressively more worried as over twenty minutes, trying to read through his students grading work, too distracted by the urge to go find you to accomplish anything.

His worries dissipated though when he saw your little head poking through the door, cat in hand, confused and tired looking, small tears beginning to prick th corners of your eyes, little sniffling sounds left you. His wha specked up form the desk, you’d given up walking around the whole house, your restarting had slowly pent up, you couldn’t manage to find him, and you were so hungry.

“Oh- hey honey, I didn’t know you were up. Do you need something?” He questioned, smiling intently at you, you just inched back into the door frame, breathing heavier by the moment, your hands shook and your head felt like it was going to explode at any point. Youbcontenoajted runnign back to your room and waiting till mic came out where you could hear him, but your stomach grumbled, reminding you how hungry you really are.

“I’m- im looking for daddy. Where is he.” You spoke, a very hushed tone overtook your words, making them almost inaudible for him. His face sunk slowly, he tougher you were actually gonna come for him, but the he remembered taht patience is key, and that he shouldn’t get mad, because it is t your fault taht you’re just a little sensitive, too fragile to handle more than one attachment, he gets it. He jsut at least wanted you to look at him, instead did your little feet, I’m Ayer if you could meet his eyes the. You would see how much he loves you.

“Oh, he left a. Little while ago. Is there something you need from him? Your papa can give him a call if you want, you could even talk to him!” He exclaimed excitedly, plastering that happy smile across his face to seem more inviting, liek mic had told him to do. He stood out of his chair, rounding up the papers and putting them in his file folders.you tried to sink back furthers, almost disappearing behind the doorway, you shook your head aggressively, almost running off, then yet again, your stomach made another noise, and forced you to stay.

“I- no. I’m- im hungry-“ you spluttered, not caring if it was embarrassing that you were stuttering so much, you just wanted food. And calling mic would just get you a lecture on how you could’ve just asked your papa, the same thing would happen whenever you went to uncnecesary lengths to avoid the man, your daddy would make sure you knew that it made him feel bad, while you’d at there bored. Not caring, at all.

“Oh- well you should’ve told me sooner kitten, if I’d known I would be up already. Cmon, let’s go to the kitchen, your daddy made you some food earlier” he spoke, rising from his chair slowly, you cowered slightly as he walked over, clutching the little kitten right to you for comfort, he mewed and snuggled closer, completely asleep. The man sighed when he saw you backing away from his grasp, he knew you were still scared. But he was just so impatient… he was tired of waiting, he wanted to hold you, even if it was jsut foena few minutes. He needed it feel you there with him.

Is he acted quickly, moving in a matter of seconds, he swooped his arm under your leg, and hooked his other around your torso, pulling you straight up into his grasp. Youu huh froze, his hands felt cold as ice on your skin, like they were burning you, immediately after he started walking, it snapped you out of it and you threw a fit. You dig your fingernails into his skin, and kicked and flailed in a panic, still trying to keep the little kitten in your lap safe. A full blown panic washed over you, clogging all your senses.

The dam holding back tears form your eyes crashed, and immediately you were sobbing, biting at his shoulder to let you go, he tried to rub your back to calm you down a bit, but just made it worse, as his hands felt like living anxiety creeping up and down your spine. He didn’t know what to do, let you ride it out, andkk no possibly have you get sick because of how much your crying in an empty stomach? Or let you down and go straight back to square one.

Your veined felt like pure ice had flooded in them, and it felt liek someone was repeatedly jabbing you in the head with tiny needes, fear was jsut so prominent in your sense, it overcame you, and made you whimper and scream.

“Whoah, breath for me alright? I just want to hold you. I’m not going to hurt you okay? I would never hurt you. Kitten… you don’t have to be scared of me” he spoke, trying to keep a proper computers, he wanted to cry with you, he wasn’t a very soft or emotional man but honestly, he was so upset with himself already, this was jsut pushing him for the edge. You cried, and cried, at some point you weren’t even crying and screaming at him, more with him. He held you close, you’d stopped the struggle almost five minutes ago, letting him hold you. It was odd. It almost felt… nice.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m being stupid again” You alien through your remaining little hiccups, shove my your face into his shirt, smelling the woody scent he carried around with him. He cooed, letting you hide yourself from him, savouring this soft moment was of top priorirty in his head… you jsut looked so sweet, so different from those harsh cries that would sound usually whenever he came around.

Who would think, shouts aizawas hand couldn’t feel nice? The same ones that had just been burning you, the ones that made you scream, felt like a breeze on a spring day, he actually felt warm, he felt like happiness, like contentment.

“No hon, it’s not stupid. Your scared. I know that, we all get scared and it’s not a bad thing, I love you, I really, really love you kitten. Just know that” he continued on with his little speech, leaving down to kiss you in the forehead, Jsut to be suprised when you didn’t flinfh, you were too tired to be scared; and too hungry, plus, he was really warm, the cat had pretty much snuggled up to him already, who says you shouldn’t.

“I- um- I love you… to?” You spoke, more of a question than anything, you’d spent so long Harding him that you didn’t know if you even could love him, it didn’t even feel possible, then again, you litterally cling to hizashi like a koala, and your mental state has relaly said “swoopity swoop” and scattered itself everywhere. Maybe having two comfort items was actually better than one… huh.

“Well, let’s go eat then. All taht crying probably made you tired, I’ll let you watch a movie in my office, you can watch pinto again, I know you love taht one. Cmon, let’s go” he spoke, and started walking again, you cuddled closer to him as he did, smiling slightly at the warmth. Hizashi was very extravagant, exiting, and hyper, this man felt very cool, calm, it was such a dark contrast, but it worked so well. You jsut… you Jsut liked it.

Well… now we’ll just have to wait and see who’s the favorite

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Thank you for requesting! It was super fun to write and had me feeling super happy when I finished :)

I’m thinking about doing yandere todoroki family asks, because I’m litterally in love with @i-cant-sing one… so, requests are open for those if you want to put them in (please do I’m begging)

Anywho, have the most wonderful to days today! Goodbye!

#platonic obsession #platonic yandere #soft yandere #yandere my hero academia #yandere platonic #yandere #yandere poly #yandere erasermic #yandere Aizawa #yandere hizashi #yandere hizashi yamada #yandere shouta aizawa #yandere present mic #yandere eraserhead #yandere x reader

[studiojeon]

use me | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. i think you can read this by itself though :)

| summary | -   Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you.

warnings: language (?), mentions of hook ups and situationships. mentions of emotional trauma.

contents: a compilation of moments that contributed to the growth of their relationship, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read and sus. oc is kinda whipped and scared af. chaeryeong knows who you are and where you live. jk and oc are scared to let each other in. friends to lovers, idol!jungkook x student!oc.

author’s note: i hate this, but i have to get it off my chest. (the narration is off af but if i keep it in my drafts for longer this will never see the light of the day). p.s. thank u so much for the support on the last drabble <3

playlist: rain by trey songz (feat. swae lee). 

words: 4.75k

“JK?” as his broad back faces you, you call out his name timidly, not missing the way he swiftly turns around as soon as he hears his name come from your lips. Hair wet and darker than usual, a very big sweat stain at the center of his hoodie. He had just gotten out of practice, you assumed. 

“___?” he replied with the initials of your name as well, one of his tired grins plastered on his face, he must have been exhausted. You had caught on to him just as he walked out of the practice room in front of the elevator on your way to your office, right when you needed him, but now you weren’t so sure if it was a good idea to pester him. Even so, you didn’t know anyone else you could ask for help, aside from Linh who was currently in her own office doing other tasks you had assigned to her.

“Are you busy right now?” your eyes stare at him shyly, in hopes that he was willing to help you out, because you wanted to be around him, so maybe he could share a bit of his positive energy with you, the past week had been hellish.  “Could use some help returning all those heavy stacks of paper in my office”.

“Of course! Why didn’t you give me a call earlier though? It’s pretty late” he walked by your side and you enter the elevator, beginning your adventure around the company.

Jungkook was fun. Always bubbly and reciprocative, constantly trying his best to make you laugh and make the absolute best of your situation, even if he could be a bit stubborn at times. You liked the spontaneity he provided though, the way he would switch from one topic to another and how he would make silly faces at you whenever you locked eyes. 

He didn’t know, but in pure ignorance, he had just made your day ten times better. 

In the past week, you had received a lot of counterarguments, one by one, on how useless your management tactics were. Granted, you hadn’t expected for your ideas to be welcomed with open arms, but at least you had hoped they would take them into consideration. You had also been assigned a team, in charge of social media management, who worked monotonously and with little to no insertion in the actual target audience… your logic was: how can you advertise products to an audience you don’t even have the mere interest to know? You had designed a strategy, presented it, and no one paid any mind to you. 

But for the most part, you felt lonely. Had no one to talk to, nor go to whenever you needed your spirits to be lifted up.

Chaeryeong was busy busy with group projects and work. To the extent where she would get up at seven in the morning and come back at 12 pm. It wasn’t always like that, so you didn’t worry too much, but the fear she would wear herself off like usual still crowded your mind.

You close your office door with a sigh. Tired from everything, but somehow, your heart a little fuller, knowing that maybe you could use Jungkook in the future to give you a lift. Both figuratively and literally because he had offered to drive you home, being the gentleman he was.

“Why do you look like a sad puppy?” he asked you once you were sitting by his side in his very expensive and luxurious mercedes. Tinted windows and jet black shiny paint covered the outside of his car, the smell of air refresher and pinecone filling the inside. Mans was getting hotter by the minute.

“It’s friday night after the longest week of work. How can I not?” you put on your seat belt and lean back against the leather cushions. He pouts in response to you, with a concerned look on his face. 

For a second you wonder if he did this with most coworkers… being nice to them and offering them drives after having met them just a few times before. Kinda risky behviour, considering his position and squeaky clean reputation. You figure this would only last a bit before he realized he had more important things to be focusing on.

“Do you ever get chased home?” you ask randomly. 

With one hand on the wheel and the other leaned against his door he meditated on his response. “It happened once… And then I moved out, got a new car and everything. Shit was wild” he chuckles and you think that was the first time you had heard him curse, like ever. Jungkook, friendly and everything, wasn’t too big of a talker, but with you he found himself spilling, without giving it much thought. It felt refreshing to hear his voice and listen to his stories and the way he expressed himself. He was more interesting than he seemed, apparently. “Aren’t you hungry, by the way? We can have something to eat before i drop you off”

Traffic was hellish in Seoul everyday at every hour, and choosing to drive through Itaewon on a friday night wasn’t the smartest decision on Jungkook’s behalf, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that. Considering the demands of his job, he probably didn’t know his way around the city that well. You conclude taking a detour wouldn’t hurt. “I’m starving actually.”

He ends up taking you to a restaurant near your neighborhood you had mentioned being good and not crowded at all, the latter catching his attention immediately. It was a modest but nice place owned by a very funny and loud ahjussi. The man had lost count of how many times you had come down from your apartment at 11 pm and asked him to make you vegetarian tteokguk, but they were enough so that he could memorize your five orders by heart and the amount of saewoo mandu you could down by yourself in five minutes. You were making him rich at that point so the least he could do was comply when you gently asked him to shut the place down for you. Jungkook hadn’t asked you, but you knew how things could get awkward and dangerous quickly if too many people found out about him being there. “Ahjussi, you don’t have to” the boy protested as he noticed that the man had shut the blinds for him.

“It’s okay, boy. _____ has been single handedly paying the remnants of my mortgage for over a year now, I don't mind doing this for her.” he joked in his usual nature. already writing down your order and patiently waiting for Jungkook in front of you to voice out what he wanted for a meal. “And well, you and your friends are making our country proud, it’s the least i can do to thank you”

“Ah, thank you.” Jungkook bows to the older man. Your heart softened in your chest, seeing how considerate he was towards other people. He must be great with parents, you think. “Do you really not get that many people around here?” he asked worriedly once he sat back down on the wooden chair.

“We do! But she’s the one who comes the most often” he nods toward you and Jungkook smiles once he found your gaze, a glint of playfulness in his eyes. 

“Can you recommend me anything, miss?”

“Of course, sir. Yeol-ah, double up my order. Drinks are on me today.” You yell at the man’s son in the kitchen, who was still a bit older than you, but also close to enough to let you order him around shamelessly. You knew him quite well, actually. He was Chaeryeong’s boyfriend after all.

The tall boy pokes his head out of the kitchen door with a very confused expression plastered on his face. “Aren’t we supposed to close in like, an hour?” Chanyeol asks his dad in front of you.

“Just go cook, I'll explain later”.

The two men go back into the kitchen and Jungkook looks at you with an amused expression on his face. “What was that?” he laughs.

“I’m very popular, you know?” it probably wasn’t a good idea to go there, but you felt a little drunk on his voice that night, and you also knew your friend didn’t mind. “In fact, Chaereyong from ITZY is my best friend, who would have guessed?”

“Yeah and my son is her boyfriend, who cares?” Byung-ho yells back at you from the cashier, pulling a hiss from your lips. 

Jungkook still continued to stare at the both of you with confusion and intrigue, you guess he thought you were both joking.

“Wait, really?” he utters after a few seconds with big doe eyes and a pout on his lips, a combination that appeared when he was either confused or lying, which wasn’t the case then.

“Yes, my guy.” you laugh. “That juicy legged shortie is indeed my wife”

Jungkook loved the food, to say the least. It was all vegetarian and korean as fuck, a combination he never throught was possible, but downed like thristy camel. He was a loud eater, which was fitting of him and his politeness, something else you had noticed that night. You were the opposite, and actually despised the sounds of other people eating, yet, looking at him enjoying his meal so much made you feel full yourself. He made you feel like a kid in some ways too, brought back the times when being around others wasn’t so hard, and you still could have a sense of security around you. Talking to him was rather easy, maybe because of his welcoming nature, or because in fact he actually was interested in whatever stupid shit you were saying, something most people around you didn’t do. He also, amongst other things, seemed very interested in your job and the likes, always asking questions and absorbing information like a five year old. You had explained to him the five key steps of process design and the psychological effects on marketing in society to which he always responded with wide gentle eyes and attentive nods, not once looking bored or… annoyed in any way. 

Was he like that, with every girl? Because you weren’t anything special, there were many other girls who worked with him everyday and even if you hadn’t seen him in his work space, you could guess by the way most women in your company look at him whenever he passes by that either they were just as captivated as you by his beauty or that he had fucked them. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was just trying to get into your pants either, it wouldn’t be the first time it happened to you nonetheless.

“I can walk from here, JK” you mention once you found yourselves walking towards the parking lot. A bit sad about the expense you had just made on food, it was your fault for trying to seem cool and rich, neither of which you were. 

“Oh no, I’m not letting you do that, girlie” he unlocks the door and gets in, not even letting you finish or allowing you to fight back.

“My apartment is literally a block away” you protest in the car anyways. You fear you had been too much of a bother, and deep down, didn’t want him to feel like you were seeking his presence unnecessarily.

“Well, good for you. But, you paid for the food, which was a lot, and i don’t want my sugar mommy walking by herself at 12 pm on a friday night” you first freeze, and then burst a very loud giggle.

“Whatever” you slap his bicep and roll your eyes. “ Next time you can pay if it bothers you so much.”

“So there will be a next time?” wide eyes stare back at you. “Count me in. I´ll pick where we will be going, just lemme know when so i can plan ahead” he rambles, a little too excited about your suggestion. 

He drops you off with a smile on his face and hopefulness in his eyes, promising to see you around the company. You, on the other hand, feel a tad confused as you enter your apartment building. What was going on? 

You had overthought things so much your entire life that it suddenly became too tiring to do. During the past few years you had to learn how to detach yourself and just ride the wave sometimes. Once you had turned eighteen, everything started moving at a very fast pace, the pressure of adulthood fell upon you like a brick and everything was so overwhelming that you started to simply let the course of your existence take you wherever it needed to.

That’s how you ended up going out with Jungkook at least once a week for dinner or a drive around the city for more than two months. Without even noticing, he became so engraved in your everyday life that whenever he’d cancel plans because of work, you’d find yourself with a void in your heart and a rush of boredom filling your senses. Even if you found yourself in your living room with the company of your best friend whom you had seen at most four times in the past two months, you were still wishing you could share that intimate space with him instead, willing to let him a bit more into your life, in hopes that maybe he would do the same. Sue you, you were curious over the most intricate details about his personality, how his personal sanctuary looked and if the smell of his room is just as good as his car’s. You could bet a thousand dollars (maybe a little less, considering the unconventionalism that characterizes him) that he also had a few plants that only remembered to water three out of seven days of the week. 

Hopefully life would draw you closer to more people like him.

"How's your boyfriend doing?" Chaeryeong asks you from the kitchen counter, sweet popcorn cooking in you popcorn-maker. 

You sigh. "What boyfriend?"

She was a lot of things but oblivious, and you weren't either, just when you chose to be. "Cut the bullshit, you know who i'm talking about". The fake red head waits for your response as she pours the snack into a big bowl, and you on the other hand take this as an advange to search around the room for answers.

"He's just a friend" you say. "And he's fine, i guess… He doesn't really talk much about himself" you mention, matter of factly.

Chaeryeong nods beside you, understanding what you meant. Then, proceeds to tell a tale about her experience meeting the dark haired boy. "He's literally so quiet, but like, so incredibly kind. Once he tripped over and fucked up some of the decoration at an award show" she grabs a popcorn and continues her story. "He looked so panicked I thought his eyes were about to jump out their sockets — His eyes are huge, by the way." 

"I know" you smile.

"My point is, he started to help the staff put everything back in order again. I think he's the only idol I've ever seen do something like that… i decided i liked him then" her beautiful features light up with mischief. "I bet he fucks great too."

You slap her leg. Hard.

"I'm only telling you this now so you don't get caught of guard when he actually manages to fuck you," her soft hands run through your messy hair, motherly touches easing the fluster in your body. "You know he's a big whore, right?" She adds after a while. 

You didn't. According to Chaeryeong, who seemed to keep tabs on every single colleague of hers, Jungkook had quite the body count, not that you didn't have your suspicions before. Frankly, she only knew of two girls inside her company who had had some sort of situationship with him, but for the same reason, she also knew he had some history with other girls from different groups. "Yikes" you laugh nervously, in admiration of their ability to remain calm and collected without giving anything away to the public.

Thanks to your friend, you had heard lots of tea about other singers in the korean industry before, most of which were not as sweet or kind as they portrayed themselves to be, some even using their social status to get their way with girls. But for some reason, Jungkook had never made his way to your gossipping sessions, nor any other of his band mates (except for Jimin, who, if you remember correctly, used to have some sort of beef with one of Chaeryeong's company members). You guess it was because of his unproblematic nature that people chose to give him a pass for his sexual endeavors, not that they were of anyone's concern either. 

A knock is heard against your office door. "Miss _____?" A girl with a brown bob cut pokes her head through it, the dim lights of your office shining upon her incredibly healthy locks. "Jungkook asked me to deliver this to you" sliding completely into the room, she places a box with a note on it on your desk.

"Thank you so much" you wave her off as she walks right out. 

The package had a strawberry flavored canned tea and a bento box inside. 

"I remember you telling me you'd never tried tofu pancakes before, so I made some for you last night. Hope you enjoy! - JK

P.S. Text me when you're done, maybe we can hang out tonight."

You felt like crying, in all honesty. The pancakes were heavenly, and he even added some slices of avocado and a few scoops of rice for you, despite not being the biggest fan of the fruit himself. With a warm heart and relief washing over your body because you wouldn't have to waste money on lunch that day, you had had half of your meal before said boy gave you a call.

"Did you like them?" He said almost immediately. "My assistant told me she already delivered them to you" he adds in a rush.

"Jesus boy, calm down." You giggle at his excitement. "Let me eat in peace".

"No, tell me right now." he demands with a fake angry voice. Cutie.

"They're alright".

"Figured… you have no sense of taste anyways" the hangs up. A giggle escapes your lips. Boy was something else.

Later that day, the weekend started it's course. Jungkook had offered to drive you to the Han River, careful to mention the fact he prepared a bunch of snacks for you two just about five times during your call. The place was almost empty, given that the rest of the city was doing something else more fun than staring at the night sky while sitting on itchy grass. Yet, you wouldn't change the setting for anything else. Usually, when you and Jungkook were out, he'd be in silent wary of your surroundings and the people who could be watching you. It broke your heart, knowing that most of the time he couldn't frequent places most regular people had the pleasure of enjoying, like the movies, for example, or a food stand in the middle of the street. Still, in that moment, the handsome man in front of you seemed as relaxed as ever, munching on grapes and strawberries as he sat in silence beside you. 

"This blanket is so soft, isn't it?" he commented all of a sudden, caressing the fabric with his hand. The thing was made out of polar fleece, no shit. You just nodded and grabbed a piece of fruit from his container. "One of my friends gifted it to me on my birthday" he adds.

"I know. It was me".

"Well, maybe you do have a sense of taste after all" he complies as he lays down on the surface, eyes facing the night sky above you.

"Says the one who uses toe socks" you say back, poking his weak spot.

Instead of going back and forth with you as he usually would, he just winks and closes his eyes. He looked so peaceful and serene beneath you, features carefully carved on his face and slightly blushed cheeks from the cold wind. Jungkook was like that, randomly over confident and flirty with you, but just as quickly would refrain from even disagreeing with you in the first place, scared that you would snap at him. He hadn't told you this, but the way you saw thoughts hidden in his eyes whenever you made a statement let you know his true intentions, leaving you to wonder where that came from.

"Are you tired?" You ask after a few minutes. Still with his eyes closed, Jungkook denies.

"I just don't want to look at you right now," he turns to the side, back facing you as an offended expression finds its way to your face.

"Yah" you slap his back playfully, not letting him finish.

"Because you look too pretty." he mumbles the remnants of  his statement.

Your breath catches in your throat as a shiver climbs its way down your spine. Why was he like that? He had no right tugging on your heart strings like that (if he was being serious in the first place because you never knew with him). You sigh, the blush his words provoked stinging your cheeks.

"You're supposed to say I'm pretty too" he turns around with a playful smile, expectant.

"You just go around giving compliments so you can get them back?" you hiss. "Why so insecure?"

"I'm not insecure, at all." He sits up again, ready to fight you and anyone who dares question the grandiosity of the confidence he had worked so hard for. "You can ask Linh about that".

To say you looked horrified was an understatement, hopeful that what you thought he meant was not it. "You fucked Linh?"

"Well, that's not for you to know". 

What a gentleman, you think. And at the same time, ouch. He had just slammed a door on your face.

"That would explain the way she looks at you whenever you come by the office" you realize. Frankly, the girl looked a bit too panicked whenever Jungkook decided to barge into your space, usually bored out of his mind during his english lessons, laptop and notebook in hand, or struggling to get the questions right. 

"Well good afternoon to you too" you ironically greeted once he sat in front of you, frustration written on his face. Linh, who stood by your side, suddenly fidgeting with the papers in her hand.

"Not the time, _____" he slammed both hands on your desk, startling you and your friend beside you. "Why the fuck did you make me enroll into this in the first place?" 

"I did not make you do anything, dude. I just gave you an idea" you excused yourself, eyes back on your computer. You didn't miss the way Jungkook's eyes briefly followed Linh out the room, though. 

His eyes looked back at you, leg bouncing impatiently on the floor as he leaned back with a pissed off expression on his face. You'd never seen him this way, so you took that as a cue to enter under paid therapist mode. "What's wrong?" You questioned gently.

"I feel incredibly incompetent right now." His hands roamed across his face with frustration. A sigh escaped his lips as he held tears back. "School's always been this way for me, always trying my best and constantly underachieving" he explained.

He was obsessed with winning, you’d even go as far to say more than he was with his job (which was a lot). It didn’t root from narcissistic behaviour though, but rather out of external pressure to constantly overachieve and exceed expectations. He was mostly good at doing that, but everyone had an achilles heel, yours was reading for example, his was studying and school.

"Jungkook, you passed most of your classes with more than 90%, what are you talking about?" a fact he had brought up to you randomly when you mentioned absolutely nearly failing most of your literature classes.

"Yeah, except for English." he shook his head in the way he would when he'd feel conflicted or insecure. "I don't know what i'm doing wrong".

"Did you fail something?" you tried to get some more insight into the situation, still unsure of where all his worries came from.

"No, there's just this sentence I can't properly put together" he turned his notebook towards you. "Ah, just look"

There were some words he had to conjugate and properly place in order to form a grammatically correct sentence, more than five attempts written in neat penmanship on the page evidenced the boy's battle with the assignment. He missed one very important aspect of it, though. "There's a fucking word that's missing, dude" you explain, grabbing the pen from his hand and showing him where the mistake was. "It's not your fault, it's the teacher's".

Jungkook's serious expression didn't go away though. "Well, damn".

You had some sort of emotional trauma with having people ask you for help, it made you think that they didn’t actually care for you as a person but rather just your skills. That was the way you’d grown up and what your position in society seemed to be as well, the one you could butter up and taste when you got bored. Heart had been broken many times too, whenever you’d realize what you thought to be a genuine connection was merely pure interest. Those thoughts clouded your head when Jungkook would randomly enter your office with a frustrated expression on his face, yet, that occurred less often than it didn’t. 

Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you most of the time, hence your wish for him to let you in a bit more before you could allow yourself to free fall into whatever was going on between you both.

You reach for the fabric of his hoodie, tugging his sleeve with your fingers just because you really liked the color of it, and maybe because you wanted to feel closer to him. He doesn’t react to your touch, just looks at your hands briefly as they play with the edges of his clothing. “Where did you get this from?”

“An online store, I think.” he replies softly, reaching for your hand on his arm, caressing the surface of your nails. “It’s a unisex brand, i can send you their link afterwards.”

“Is it too expensive?” you inquire, not only to keep the moment afloat, but because you genuinely liked most of his pieces of clothing, especially his hoodies and shoes. Jungkook laughs at your question and looks at you with a smile.

“I don’t think i would know, ____. I’m rich.” he says, playfully. And he was right, what was expensive for you might just be cheap as fuck for him, you wonder if when a lot of money is in your hands you start to become very tuned out from what’s affordable or not anymore.

“True.”

“I can buy you one, though. I don’t mind.” he adds. Soft look in his eyes, a pure and genuine offer that you had to deny.

“I didn’t say i wanted one” you lie, only partially, because although you’d not mentioned it, you did actually want it. “I just think it’s pretty” you finally let go of him.

“Or do you think I look pretty in it?” he pushes, a sucker for compliments.

“Yeah, that might be it.” you admit, because there was no point in denying your irrefutable attraction to the man, as much as you hated to be vulnerable, especially in front of him.

“I think it would look prettier on you”.

Don´t copy or repost please. by studiojeon on tumblr.

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The leather pet doctor

He stopped fighting hours ago. He just looks at the spirals… so pretty… very colorful spirals…

He doesn't even acknowledge the voice in his ears anymore.

Obey… forget… obedience is pleasure

You are a pet… an object… your feelings don't matter…

Obey us… love us… follow our orders…

"Erasure of the identity is complete!" A female voice shouts. He doesn't even register it.

Such a good pet… nothing else… love the feeling of being a pet… obey…

Suddenly, a giant flash of light puts him into unconsciousness.

-

He wakes up inside a dark room with bars on the window. He doesn't know who he is. He somehow knows it should be bad, but he doesn't care. He sees a door, made of clean and polished steel, but decorated in a way that reminds him of… a Manor? A Castle? No. It's… a Dungeon. For some reason, without knowing what it means, he is thrilled at the idea of being in a dungeon.

He notices a mirror. It's watching his reflections that he realizes he isn't walking. He is crawling on all four. For some reason, it feels more natural. He doesn't recognize himself much in the reflection, but he can't exactly be certain of what he always looked like. Maybe he always looked dumb and easy. He briefly wonders why those are the words that came to his mind.

He has… the hair over his forehead and around the ears is short and dark, it gets wild and blond elsrwhere, actually reaching his shoulders at the back of his neck. He also notices that it's black at the center of his head. Getting close to the mirror, he can tell his roots are blond. He is perplexed.

He realizes at this moment that, while feeling so free of restraints he thought himself naked, he is actually in a leather suit. From his neck to toes, a one body piece without any signs of a zipper is present. The idea to try to take it off appears in and disappears from his mind without him realizing it. He notices the defined muscles on his chest. Touching them makes a squeaky sound, but he can't tell if it's padding or his body. He feels touched and touching, but he doesn't feel that he is strong or manly.

Suddenly, the door opens. He didn't even try to see if it was open and the concept of escaping didn't cross his mind. Instead, he waits for the person who entered to speak.

He is a Korean male in his late twenties, maybe thirties. Brown hair surrounds a chubby face and smiling brown eyes. He wonders what his own eyes look like and realizes in the mirror they are green. The doctor is wearing an all-white sterile outfit, with gloves and a green plastic mask covering his mouth.

The doctor says: "Hello! I'm doctor Lee Han-Geol. Call me doctor Lee, please!" He wants to answer, but he can't produce a sound. That finally makes him scared. As he starts to panic, doctor Lee puts his hands in his hair. Suddenly, he only has the idea to rub against the hand. No other thought is allowed. He needs to be petted.

The hand moves away and he tries to stand to be petted more before realizing what he is doing and looking away in shame. "It's okay." Dr. Lee says. "It's my fault. It's the first time I'm taking care of an unclassified pet. You just have to nod your answers. Understood?" He nods yes vigorously.

Dr. Lee claps his hands. "Thank you! Now, don't you worry." He agitates his finger and gives a knowing look, like if he was an old friend. He really likes Dr. Lee. The doctor continues. "Because I am hereeeee… to help you figure out what type of pet you are!!! And I'm sure you will be a good boy and help me. Right?" He felt such a warm feeling in his body, he nodded without thinking. When the doctor once again called him a "good boy!" and ruffled his hair, he tried to make a sound but couldn't. He didn't realize it, but his body didn't want to make a purr if he was a giraffe or howl if he was an otter.

"First!" Doctor Lee said, I need to do a physical routine check-up. You probably don't remember ever doing one before, but I will help you at every step by telling you what to do. Everything is normal if I ask for it, right?" He wasn't sure why he was so certain Dr. Lee was correct, but he agreed.

"Good boy. Now, lie on the floor. Arms up in the air but legs flat and still." He didn't wait until the end to execute orders. So he has to turn, as he expected to lie on his chest rather than his back.

The doctor, or is he a veterinarian, starts taking notes. "Not aggressive, so not a wolf. Not big enough to be a bear." He pulls out a measuring tape and looks at his body. "1 meter 74, approximately 5 foot 7, so you are not a giraffe." Doctor Lee rises up and looks around. "Oh, right." is all he says before leaving. Even if the door is open, the unknown animal can't and won't go outside his cell. But he is getting lonely.

He goes to sit in front of the open door. Soon, Doctor Lee is here, pushing a cart filled with medical equipment. As soon as he enters the pet, who moved out of the way to let the cart enter, shove himself against the doctor overall. The Korean is surprised. "You are very social, huh?" He looks at the contents of a file. "That explains it. You are a loyal type of animal. Good boy." He moves the black and blond hair, and all tension leaves the pet's body. "Not a shark, a rat or a butterfly. Maybe you are a dog? Would you like to be a dog?"

He simply rubs himself against the hand. He shouldn't be asking or wanting to be one specific animal. The doctor should choose it for him! He doesn't even know there is a reason why he refuses to answer. Not in his conscious mind, anyway.

Dr. Lee takes a weighing machine. The pet is sorry he can't get petted, but he knows he should be on it. Doctor Lee reads the result. "167 pounds, or 76 kilograms. So you are not a bull, but the psychological profile wasn't fitting well. And you are probably not a pig." His pen scratches the clipboard. The doctor takes a look at the next pages. He sighs and takes a weird object that looks like a torch but projecting a purple light.

He then kneels to be at the pet's level and grabs his neck, making little circles with his thumb. The action suddenly makes the pet very sleepy. He then shoves the light into the pet's eyes. Without realizing it, the unknown animal's penis stands erect. Doctor Lee notes. "7 inches. 17,7 cm. Not bad. You're going to attract other pets." He clicks a button of the torch, and a blue light is shown to the pet. While standing still, the penis shrinks. "4,3 inches or 10,1 cm. Good showing AND growing. My bad. That is unprofessional." 

-

The doctor clicks on the switch, and there is an orange light that captivates the pet's attention. "Forget I commented on your penis' size. You don't know if it's good or not." He nods with a blank look in his eyes.

Another click, and a spinning wheel of purple, green, red and yellow puts the pet in a trance. The doctor speaks. "I am addressing the former human self of this pet. You will answer honestly. Understood?" A deep and even voice answers robotically from the pet's mouth.

"Yes."

"Age?"

"48."

"Smoking? Drinking?"

"Never drank much. Used to smoke until ten years ago."

"I see. Any health problems noteworthy?"

"None."

"Regular baseball player since your youth?"

"Yes. Love it."

"My apologies. I'll make sure to make a note asking for lots of physical activity. And to double-check the erasure process. You shouldn't have emotional attachment to human memories or activities"

"I..uh…"

Before his patient becomes agitated, the doctor pulls a switch to accelerate the patterns, bringing them to the speed they had when changing him from human to pet.

"Now, you will forget once more you were ever human. You are a pet and I just checked your eyesight. There was nothing more to it."

As he let the pet bask in the light, Doctor. Lee writes down many notes. When he sees the pet is drooling, he takes it as a sign the human is erased and turns it off. He patiently waits for the light to come back in the pet's eyes before continuing onward.

He opens the mouth wide and starts moving the teeth, using a smaller, normal torch to see deep inside the mouth. He checks under the tongue before seeming satisfied with what he sees and closes the mouth. He changes gloves before taking notes.

It's time to check the ears. Dr. Lee puts a transmitter near the pet's ear. He put a pair of headphones on before turning the sound on. The animal's pupils shrink as he listens to whatever he hears.

Dr. Lee uses his otoscope to look for possible ear damage but finds none. He exchanges the tools in his hands to observe the other ear. 

He sees the animal is repeating something, probably his vows of obedience, and checks the `"yes" to "audio triggering" in the pet's files.

It's time for reflexes and characteristics, which should give the doctor more infos to figure out his species.

Putting a cushion on the cart and patting the cushion to make the animal sit, he hums at seeing how fast the new pet responde.

Dr. Lee takes a plastic bone and throws it at the animal. The pet does manage to catch it with his mouth, but he can't hold the bone in his mouth and it falls. The Korean gets it from the ground and reassures his patient. "You're not a dog. I hope you're not too disappointed." The pet is surprised. Why would he want to be a specific animal?

The doctor takes a little hammer and gently hits the pet's knees and elbows. The pet seems to react enough for the doctor. For the pet, a little voice is whispering to him not to fight. He doesn't quite get why the voices would need to precise that in this context. The doctor then puts the pet on all four.

The strange animal realizes he was in a weird position. But he can't remember what it was. He then sees a red dot moving on the wall. It's not interesting, so he looks at doctor Lee. The doctor looks annoyed as he crosses something on his chart. The pet hopes he didn't screw something.

The nice veterinarian tries to climb on him, but he isn't capable of holding the weight for long. That was weird, but who or what is he to complain about?

The doctor pulls out more things from his cart and shows before him a basin filled with mud, a wheel, some… seeds. He isn't sure what he is supposed to do with it.

He decides to play with the wheel. It's easy and fun. Dr. Lee asks about the bird seed. No, he's not interested. He nods to say so. Yew. Mud is dirty, why would he get into it? He is worried it's not the correct answer, but the doctor actually looks happy. That's great. He really wants to help.

Dr Lee checks what he wrote previously and beams. "I think I know what you are! I'm just going to get a second opinion because it's my first time finding a pet's species. But I think you're going to like it!"

He doesn't care much about his- wait no, he does! It's great. He smiles at the doctor and really tries to show him he is happy.

Soon, dr. Lee is back, holding an odd purple phone in one hand while struggling with a sealed black and brown box. The doctor ruffles his hair, and the excited pet relaxes.

Doctor Lee makes a serious face. "Okay. The testing is done, but I need you to do one last thing for me. Can you do that?" He happily nods. The doctor put the phone on the floor and put thick and heavy-looking sunglasses on. "Good pet! I'm sure you'll find an owner in no time! Now, I want you to play the video on the phone and to look at it attentively while I make sure all your body parts fit!"

He is a bit confused when looking at the screen on the floor. There is a video waiting to be played, but he can't remember how to activate it. And does his species has the ability to push a button? He ends up pressing his nose against the screen. As he moves his head away from the phone to see the whole screen, he is unprepared to deal with the onslaught of colorful circles.

Green, blue, green, red, yellow, purple, blue, red, brown, green, purple, red…

He completely loses focus trying to figure out the next color to come out.

Red, blue, yellow, purple, brown, black, red, white, red, blue, green, yellow, brown, purple…

He doesn't notice the words inside the spirals.

Green, brown, red, blue, pink, red, blue, green, white, brown, blue, pink, brown, black, pink, green, black, red…

You are a rodent.

A guinea pig.

You love to play inside your cages.

You are small.

So small.

You are a rodent.

A guinea pig.

Love to play hide and seek

Play. Eat. Sleep.

That is your whole life.

Green, red, purple, black, white, yellow, green, brown, purple, pink, yellow, brown, blue…

He doesn't notice Dr. Lee has tried different hoods and barely has time to realize he chose one and put it on his face, blocking his view the time his doctor properly aligns the holes with his eyes and mouth before he is once more focused on the swirly video on the phone.

Black, red, green, pink, white, green, black, purple, white, blue, yellow  orange, black, green, orange, red, black, blue…

You are a rodent.

A guinea pig.

So furry and easily scared.

Running on your four tiny legs

You are a rodent.

A guinea pig

So tiny.

So playful.

So loyal.

Green, black, red, orange, pink, yellow, white, purple, blue, brown, another type of green?

He was certain he was close to figuring out the pattern!

He didn't realize the doctor took off the pet's boots and gloves and replaced the human-looking pieces by an outfit that gives him four thumbs.

The "feet" have them as pure decoration, but the middle and ring fingers are "merged" together.

Green, blue, lighter green, red, purple, yellow, blue, black, pink, brown, red, blue, black, brown, green, red…

You are a rodent.

A guinea pig.

You squick and purr.

You walk on your four little legs.

You eat and drink by holding food in your front legs.

Dr. Lee looks satisfied with the shape at his feet. During the next hour, while the pet learns to be a good guinea pig, he will add some colors to the suit.

-

Later, the guinea pig is happily munching on his seeds. It's more like balls made of nutriments, said the nice nurse who brought him the food, but he calls them seeds because that's what a guinea pig eats. Suddenly, Dr. Lee arrives with a guy in a military uniform. For a second, he feels fear/hatred towards the man, but then he just tries to sniff the stranger.

Dr. Lee Smiles. "Your master is here!" This causes a reaction in the guinea pig, who snart trying to get the attention of his master. The man pets his hair. Because of the leather, the reaction is not as strong as when the doctor did it, but the guinea pig still feels euphoria.

"I think I'm going to call you Soldier." The man says as he takes the hand away. "What do you say, Soldier?" Soldier tries to purr to show his approval. Lee and his master coo at the display.

As they leave in the car, Soldier is sad to leave Dr. Lee, but his master, who he can call Hank in his head if he wants, reassures him. "I really like that doctor too. You'll see him again. Honestly, I wouldn't have thought you would choose to become a pet or pick me as your master, given how things were between us after I got your brother. But It was one of my most trusted men that was charged to verify if your signature and writing weren't fake and he told us it was legit. Guess you liked me and the human pet institution better than you showed, eh?"

Hank has a strange smile as he says that, and Soldier can't remember anything, but he nods because that's what his master would like and he is a very good pet! The master rubs his hair and Soldier decides to go to sleep.

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