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aquarium-ina-bag · 11 months
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Where Danger Finds Me, it Follows with Tides - 3
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No trace ch3
Words: 1.2k
Relationships: Wednesday x Reader
Warnings: threats, weapons mentioned
Note: Is anyone else's comments thing glitched? talking about how I can't comment on things. Anyways thank you for the likes :)
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The typewriter clicking was inconsistent, Wednesday was usually able to pour out her thinking throughout the whole hour or more, but this was an off pattern, she constantly took pauses, ripping up pages she didn’t like, and the flow was all wrong. Enid caught on, obviously worried.
"Are you okay? Your typing is off balance, and it’s ticking me off." 
"I’m fine." Frustration filled the goth’s tone.
The blonde scoffed. "Clearly not; you sound like you’re about to chuck a knife into someone." 
"I just might."
"Come on Nes, talk to me!"
"Why should I?"
"Oh my gosh, I’ve never seen you this stubborn about something." Enid picked up Thing as well as herself to walk to the grumpy sack in a chair. 
"Do you happen to know what Mr. Kovacs assigned today in class?" The raven asked
"The anatomy teacher? I don’t have him remember; wait a minute!" Enid started to get giddy. "You don’t know the assignment because you were having a little staring contest with your rival fencer! Ajax and Kent told me, "You guys couldn’t stop looking at each other!" She started to laugh.
Wednesday going to make those two into a belt and a village meal.
"She’s nothing but a distraction. Of course Fish sauce, and that Greek tragedy wouldn’t be paying attention." 
"Plus, you know, Mr. Kovács doesn’t give periods the same work, you’re going to have to ask someone that was in your period. Or," the wolf’s smile bared her fangs. "You can ask your rival in staring contests and fencing."
That was the last thing she wanted to do, but she understood that might be the route she needed to take. "Enid, question. Do you know anything more about this little pesky insect?"
"Uhm, kinda! She’s usually at the school gym, but the furs gym, which is pretty impressive because we have heavier equipment, you remember Eugene’s theory, it’s a possibility it could be true because she has this huge tattoo on her back, the wolves said it was a big scorpion with the Roman numeral X, no idea what that means, but it looks pretty cool." Enid blabbered 
Wednesday nodded. "Do you know where they’re from?"
"Actually, last year when I looked them up, nothing popped up, not a social media account, not even family accounts that match up, but what’s funny, that rich female billionaire has the same last name as them, they look nothing alike though, so I doubt they're related. What’s her name again? Something with an I? Anyway, nothing with the place of birth, not a birthday, zero, nada." Enid continued to annotate. 
"How formidable. The rich billionaire is named Integra, my father envies her." 
"Anyways," Enid added emphasis to the s. "I’m going to hang out with Yoko, Divina, and Bianca. You should come with, get your mind off Y/n for once." 
"I’m alright; sadly, I need to find the creature. I desist from holding a zero in that horrid class."
"Well, you better hurry." The colorful girl turned to face the window, the crescent moon almost hovering in the middle of the world. "Almost curfew, If admin catches you you’re done for." 
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Wednesday roamed around the school, heading for the gym, hoping to find you there, but no luck. The next best thing was to find your dorm room. She found herself at the door of her beloved principal, opening the double doors like she owned the place. 
"Why Wednesday, what are you doing here at such an hour?" Weems looked up from her laptop. 
"Where’s Y/n L/n’s residence located?" The raven asked.
"I believe in the administration’s hall. Why do you ask?" 
"Work purposes, a project for anatomy."
"Oh, the one that Mr. Kovács assigned? That is partner work. I heard you and Y/n dueled in your fencing class; I’m pleased you didn’t take it to heart and are now befriending them."
Wednesday grimaced, "This isn’t befriending; we merely conversed. I don’t think I can have another conversation with anyone in that class again, they just know what we’re doing but just so happened to distract me. I presume it was a part of their plan to become mutuals." 
"You said similar things about Ms. Sinclair, look at you now, your eyes softening when she speaks." Weems smiled behind her coffee mug.
Wednesday rolled her eyes "I must be going now, thank you for the minute amount of help." And with that, Wednesday was off to your dorm room.
When she reached your door, there was a small whiteboard hanging on the door with the large words knock written on it. She complied with the request, hitting the door two times. 
She heard a somewhat muffled voice from behind the door: "Come in!" It sounds like you
The girl opened the door and was immediately bombarded with new scents, sounds, sights, and feelings. It was almost overwhelming. Her nose was filled with blue lotus, You smelled like that a lot; it was very euphoric. The aroma forcefully calmed her down. The low sound of some artists played on a record she’s never heard of and didn’t want to know the room looked pretty neat and looked overcluttered, but everything had a place that made it look clean—lots of knick-knacks. An abundance of vinyls; special ones were placed on a wall-mounted shelf; they were signed; plants; and tanks for animals, but none of them looked like they had any animals for it just built like the perfect environment; you clearly weren’t sharing a dorm with anyone (lucky you); you had a variety of electronics, from a TV to a handheld device which was the newest model of the brand; lots of jewelry, almost all gold; large diamonds, rubies, emeralds, and others. Who paid for this? This stuff really fits you; oh yeah, that's what she came here for—you.
You were standing near a tank; almost half of it was filled with sand, and the top had a small plant to create a sort of shade. There was a tunnel system in the sand—some sort of bug? You looked around for something in it until you turned to your visitor.
"Oh hey Wednesday, how can I help you on this lovely night?"
It would be lovely if she wasn’t here. "I want to accept your offer." She spoke up 
You flashed a smile "Oh really? "I'm surprised you came to me instead of the teacher."
How did you know that, Wednesday was still stuck in thought, and she looked you up and down. You wore a baggy tee just past your hips, and wrapped around said hips were black shorts stopping at your knees. She continued to look down at your legs. You had pretty strong legs, muscles were prominent even though you didn’t flex them at all. She kind of wanted to see what they looked like when flexed. What is she thinking? Your shins are almost covered by high socks. The goth met your eyes again. 
"I would have been scolded if he found out, but are you going to join me or not?"
You would join her in anything—death, life—what in the world are you thinking? "You don’t even know what the project is about." 
"Then what is it?"
"We have to pick a creature and gather its diet. Then give it to Mr. Kovy." You explained 
"Okay, that seems simple enough, but are you going to join me or not?" She repeated 
"Of course, madam." You grinned and jokingly bowed 
This was going to be a long week.
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milks-thoughts · 1 year
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recently found She-Wolf by Shakira 👁️👁️
YKNOW WHAT I GOTTA DO GUYS, reader is still gender neutral despite the name (Istg if you take me using mate and make it weird I WILL COME FOR YOUR ORGANS)
summary: Rise boys with a wolf yokai reader (reader uses a cloaking broach)
TW: violence in Donnies part nothing too bad
SOS she’s in disguise
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🌕 None of the boys knew, they all were in the dark
🌕 The reason you kept it hidden is because on full moons, you tend to lose your sense of self
🌕 you could speak, but it was just…creepy
🌕 Donnie was closest to figuring out, followed by Leo, Mikey, Raph
🌕 You were fighting with them when you looked up and saw the full moon
🌕 is was so…brilliant. Your cloaking broach fell off your wrist and you were shown in all you greatness
🌕 only, your soft eyes were replaced with hard ones (think like when 2012 TMNT gets serious, how they go all white)
Raph
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He stepped back, hiding his brothers behind his large frame. His S/O lied to him, and it hurt but that wasn’t the main focus. You were a wolf yokai, your form was as tall as he was. His tail thumped on the floor behind him as he got ready to fight, he watched as you turned and sniffed the air “ pack..? “ came your voice, it was distorted and small. Your tail slumped on the floor as you walked, pushing past Raph, who was very confused. And focusing on Mikey your pawed hands started checking him over for injuries, licking of any access dirt. Once you decided Mikey was okay you moved onto both the twins, growling once you came to Donnie’s battleshell, they all gripped their weapons before Donnie paused and walked a bit away from you and purposefully skinned his arm on the wall. Your ears lifted and you came bounding over, corralling him back to his twin before starting to clean licking the wound (which was disgusting, like ew stop). Leo watched in horror as Donnie took off his battleshell. You growled at the metal before you sniffed at his shell, poking at prodding with your soft hands, like you had a piece of you left, you were careful with his shell. Once you deemed everyone well you spun around and hunkered down next to Raph, your boyfriend (your mate). He pet your head and you preened under his touch
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Leon
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OKAY SO what’s one thing Leo expected from his partner? weird obsession? yeah, that’s normal. animal skeletons? weird…but okay. dating him because you liked he was a turtle? yeah, that’s happened before. that was weird. his partner being a werewolf? yeah pro- WAIT WHAT-??? He stared at your hunkering form, you were as big as Raph so it was definitely intimidating. He was the second youngest, the almost baby. his older twin shifted to stand in front of him as you stared at them “ heyyyy…? you good? “ he asked from behind Donnie, who was behind Raph. You stared through them basically and started walking towards the group, shuffling through the older two eventually finding Leo you even pushed past him and looked at Mikey, he had a bloody forehead that was causing his mask to look more like Raphs. You whimpered and started to lean the wound, you were semi-concerned about the rest of the pack but this was the pup of the pack, he was so small and young. now that didn’t make him weak but he’s definitely a pup. you whimpered and worried about him. Donnie hummed as you forced Mikey to lay down and you laid on him. Leo smiled and plopped onto you, you looked up and pressed your nose against him, your mate (boyfriend) recoiled from the touch before leaning down and clonking your foreheads together gently.
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Donnie
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It was terrifying, you glared at the foot recruits and attacked, blood coating your jaws and dripping from you face wounds. There were some that died fast, either their neck being broken, their body being torn in two, or their throat simply being ripped out. But one of them, one of them was torn apart limb by limb. Donnie remembers them, they were the one that tore apart his battleshell. Once you were done mutilating the poor recruit you turned and hesitatingly walked foreword, seeing if Raph would chase you off. Since he was the oldest, he was the alpha (contrary to popular belief, the alpha is the oldest pair in the pack. Or in this case, oldest one) seeing as he didn’t you approached Donnie, sniffing and poking at him before growling at his battleshell. It was foreign, it wasn’t natural. Leo readied for a fight as you lifted a claw and carefully touched the battleshell, your claw indenting it a bit. You recoiled and looked at Donnie to make sure he was okay. Donnie was hesitant before opening his battleshell and dropping it to the ground, it slammed and hissed. You looked at the bruised part of his shell and carefully started licking it. He pulled away from you and glared, you scrunched back and whimpered. Your face apologetic, Donnie caved in and sat down letting you lick it and try to make it better. It wasn’t too bad in fact he liked the pressure it was just unexpected and it scared him. You huffed in a weird annoyance as your mates back wouldn’t clean. frustrating.
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Mikey
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You left as soon as you transformed, your figured could be seen jumping away. Everyone hesitated “ we should go after them! “ Mikey glared at Raph, “ they can handle themselves. “ Mikey huffed to his older brothers, who simply looked away “ yeah but hermano- what if they hurt someone? “ Leo added before getting bomped on the head by Raph. “ They’re on 4th street if we do want to go after them “ Mikey looked at his purple clad brother “ you put a tracker on them?! “ he screeched with anger before quickly turning “ fine. let’s go after them “ they all nodded and started following the directions Donnie was dishing out. Eventually finding you plopped down on a roof, staring up at the moon, whimpering. Mikey was the first to approach you, a growl ripped from your throat before you could stop it, you ears fell and you looked away quickly. Shame eating away at your stomach for growling at your mate. He placed a hand on your shoulder before pushing you slightly, causing your tail to wag before you chased him around the rooftop and his brothers. At some point Leo joined in and left a very anxious Raph and a uncaring Donnie. Mikey tumbled over you causing you two to just lay there in comfort as Leo carefully joined on laying down. Raph taking his spot watching over his brothers as Donnie laid down next to Leo. It was comfortable. Eventually everyone fell asleep, which ended in you guys almost getting spotted. And getting scolded by Splints.
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hxneyhxrts · 2 years
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Sun Bleached || Jake “Hangman” Seresin (part 4)
Part 3
note: the way you guys are treating me and this fic, i’m so speechless i love you guys happy pride
warnings: explicit language, HINTS of suggestive themes
Colder Heavens
It had been a pleasant morning. Too pleasant, almost. Jake Seresin had been nothing but a complete gentleman (if not damn-near flirty) with her, and several times Gwyn found herself almost falling for her charms.
Almost.
She and Alec had wound up talking about the older man well into the morning hours after their rendezvous at the Hard Deck, until Alec’s teasing smirks and chorus of, “Awe, does somebody still have a crush on Hangman?” eventually became too much for her to bear.
They had arrived at base at the same moment as Seresin who jogged in front of them to hold open the door to the main atrium with a smile and something eerily close to wink.
Gwyn knew he must’ve had something he was plotting because, seriously, no one becomes this overbearingly nice in the span of a few hours. She briefly wondered if it had anything to do with his heated chat with Maverick that she had only caught the first part of, or if he was just manic enough to consider this normal.
Either way, she begrudgingly found herself almost enjoying his presence. Jake had immediately asked her to suit up for their outing (something she half wished he had forgotten because even though she insisted to Alec that her teeny tiny crush on the man was done away with, the thought of being in such close quarters with him made her blood hum), before stalking off to dress himself. She met him on the tarmac fifteen minutes later after several attempts at pep-talking herself in the mirror before Phoenix had walked in and interrupted her.
Jake’s helmet hung limply by his side, fingers strong and tanned. A grin erupted across his face as he spotted her, and she was torn between shying away from it and outright distaste at how uneasy it made her. Like a wolf snarling at its prey. Or a lover finding your eyes across the bar.
She didn’t know which was worse.
“Let’s do this,” he offered cheerily before helping to hoist her up into the cockpit without her asking him. The feeling of his hands grabbing at her hips made her nervous, but maybe not in the way she expected. That too, was almost enjoyable, and fuck this was making her head hurt.
She chalked it up to that old dormant string of affection from when she was young and impressionable, her first time seeing the great and powerful Jake Seresin enough to make her nearly infatuated with him. An old vacant feeling with no weight to it that was peeking its eye open at the sudden (and yes, okay, nice) change of pace with him. Pure psychology. He had been miserable to be around, so of course she was going to preen when he changed his tune, and her feelings were just being amplified by an old and long forgotten silly school girl crush. That was it.
Really, that was it.
“Canadee to control, asking for permission for take-off,” she mumbled once she and Jake had gotten situated, keenly aware of his stare on the back of her head. Despite the past few days, Gwyn was nervous to have him in her backseat. She wanted to impress him, if nothing else to land her and Alec a place on his team.
“You’re all clear, Cheek.”
And they were off. She stuck herself as close to textbook perfect as she could, keeping her hands firmly in place and double checking all of her gear as they ascended, and she vaguely remembered feeling the same kind of nervousness when she took her first flight. Jake was silent behind her and she wished he would say something just to break up the quiet and maybe make her breathe a bit easier.
“Cheating on me, G?”
Thank God for Alec Shaw.
She laughed before she could help herself, the sound filling her chest and the cockpit. “I guess I just have needs you can’t meet, sweetheart,” she snarked back and was met with the sound of masculine laughter ripping down the line. Not Alec’s.
Jake’s.
Alec’s chuckle followed closely behind, but she was still taken aback at hearing the squadron leader laugh. It was…
nice.
“What’s he got that I don’t have, darling?” The smile in Alec’s voice could be heard through the headset, and she was so thankful to have him covering her back, even from the ground.
“Couple of medals and a spot on the Top Gun plaque, for one,” she smirked, pulling down to level out across the clearing they had set aside for drills and dogfight practice.
“And he’s pretty easy on the eyes too, huh?”
Suddenly, she wished she hadn’t asked Alec to radio in.
Heat seared across her cheeks and down her chest, and her ears pricked at how distinctly silent Jake was now.
‘Say something,’ she urged herself. ‘Say literally anything.’
“Wouldn’t know, he’s behind me.”
Easy. This could be easy.
Alec didn’t seem to agree.
“Damn, first flight and he’s already got you from behind?”
And seriously, fuck her. The universe wanted her dead. Gwyn’s head was swimming with embarrassment, Hangman still deadly quiet behind her.
She swallowed, still trying to salvage what little dignity she had left in this hop. “Jealous?” she shoved back, and hated how her voice cracked.
“Of you, yes.”
A sigh of relief tore from her chest as Jake broke down into a fit of laughter, the sound of it almost deafening over the comms, but she smiled nonetheless. She’d still tear into Alec later for this whole exchange, but for now, the damage was lessening. Gwyn even found herself joining in on the laughter, small tears collecting in the corners of her eyes at the outrageous volume at which Jake was practically screeching at.
Finally settling down, he addressed her for the first time since they had hit open sky. “Alright, baby, show me this engine stunt.”
She couldn't even bring herself to be annoyed at the nickname, sides still aching from laughter and cheeks beginning to ache.
“Watch your head.”
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Gwyn was insane, Jake had decided.
The engine maneuver was genius, but the feeling of his body launching up towards the canopy as the plane dropped beneath him once it had stalled has almost made him vomit. Gwyn had only smiled and turned the engine over again, kicking it back on and pulling up, up, up.
It was incredible. Smart and tactical. Beyond anything he had ever seen in any dogfight, drill or not.
She was insane for even thinking of it.
Gwyn had offered to show him one more time and he had politely refused, sweat still trickling down his brow and nausea rolling through his stomach.
He silently prayed she hadn’t noticed.
Jake’s eyes had been locked on the back of her head and profile for most of the flight, only looking away to watch the landscape shift underneath them as they sailed for the rock and debris below. Besides that, though, he had only watched her.
‘To watch how she handles herself out here,’ he insisted to himself.
‘Sure,’ that internal echo slid back.
He was a pilot, and a damn good one at that, and now he was squadron leader. He only watched her so closely to get a read for her flying and gauge how she would fit in with the rest of them. Now, had he extended the same offer to any of the other Top Gun students in her class? No. But still he maintained that this flight and the way his eyes zeroed in on the curls at the nape of her neck and how they brushed against her skin was all part of his professional assessment.
It was obvious to anyone with eyes that Gwyn was nervous having him in the plane, and where he normally would have felt pride at his effect on her, he could only feel something close to disappointment that she was most likely avoiding his eyes and conversation because of his behavior. Jake Seresin wasn’t one for level-headedness and hadn’t lived to regret it until now.
‘Just treat her like everybody else,’ echoed a voice eerily similar to Maverick’s.
Just like everybody else.
“Normally I’d take a woman to dinner before I hop into the cockpit with her,” he smirked, straining to get the words out against the discomfort practically choking him. Because this is how he joked around with his team, but somehow, the words made him nervous now. Nervous that she might lash out at him, ask him what his problem was (not that he wouldn’t deserve it), or reject him altogether.
He didn’t know what he would have preferred.
Anything would’ve been better than the disarming giggles she erupted into, head thrown back just enough for him to see a scuff along the top of her helmet. She settled into light huffs of laughter before replying, “I must be easy then, if all it took was a lemonade.”
Jake’s chest positively ached with how badly he wished he could see her face, and see the grin she was surly biting back and how it would light up her eyes.
‘To get an idea of her mood in the air,’ he forced himself to think while swallowing.
The rest of the flight passed in total silence, and Hangman wished it had been awkward and off-putting, but it wasn’t, quite the opposite actually. It was easy. It was so goddamn easy to just be quiet around her, and panic coursed through him as the weight of the situation settled in around him, absolutely suffocating.
Landing was a blur, and he almost ripped his seatbelt off in his attempt to tear out of the plane and put as much distance between them as possible. He had pulled himself out and down before Gwyn had even managed to pull her helmet off, already taking large strides towards the hangar. He vaguely registered Bradshaw calling after him as he paced down the hallway towards the rec room, thankfully finding it empty as he pushed in and basked in the quiet.
Quiet, until Bradshaw chased him down.
“I can’t do it,” Jake moaned. “I tried. I don’t know what it is about her that is so jarring, but I just can’t do it. I really did try, but I just don’t know what to do.”
Rooster clapped him on the shoulder, giving him a smile thinly lined with pity. Rooster never pitied him. “Relax man, it’s just a little crush. You’re a big boy, you’ll be fine once you settle down.”
Jake whirled on him, brow furrowed and face stern. “What the hell are you talking about?”
It was Bradley’s turn to look confused, lips pulling together. “You and Cheek?”
“What am I, fucking twelve? I don’t have a crush on Cheek.” His voice was coming out hard and fast, pushing against the burning panic rising in him. “Why would you even say something like that?”
“Well you were being kind of an ass when we first met them. I figured it was your way of pinching the pretty girl at recess. Between that and your sudden shift to charming her out of her pants, I thought it was pretty obvious.”
Jake’s hands were throbbing from where he had them curled at his sides, nails slicing into his palm. He focused on the sting instead of the other man’s words. “Maverick told me to take it easy on her.”
Rooster snorted, a mean sound considering how Jake felt like he was fracturing right in front of him. “Yeah, but when have you ever listened to Maverick?” He shrugged, as if this whole topic were completely normal, and not a car crash playing out in front of him the way it was for Jake. “I just think you’ve got a thing for her. You like her.”
Silence.
Then,
“Oh my God, I like her.”
It was all happening too fast. “Like” didn’t even seem like an adequate enough word for what slammed into him. Images of her the first time he laid eyes on her, standing in the cockpit of her plane and grinning down at her team members huddled around her wing and the sun beat down on her. The first time he heard her laugh over the receiver and how it sunk him, completely and wholly taking him down. The way her hand had stretched to shake his and how small her fingers looked grasped in his calloused ones. The grossly overwhelming disappointment when he saw Alec yank her down into his lap, and the immediate nauseating want he felt seeing her shorts slide up her thighs as she fell. The rush of sliding next to her at the bar to be alone with her, just for a moment, and how addicting the feeling was (addicting enough for him to force her into a private flight the next day). The way he had taken the “long way” back to his house after leaving the bar in favor of making sure she made it to hers okay, resulting in him adding an extra thirty minutes to his drive.
How suffocating it had been to hear her laugh with him. Christ he hadn’t cared if she laughed at him at that moment, just to hear the sound directed at him. Just for him.
Anger roared through his skull.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?” he demanded, glaring at Bradley as he threw his hands up and began to pace. Rooster sputtered before outright laughing.
“Because you’re a grown fucking man? And I just assumed you knew!”
This was bad. This was so, so, so bad. Jake Seresin didn’t do this stuff. Sure, hookups occasionally as he bounced from base to base was okay, expected of him by now. But watching the way someone’s eyes drank him in and losing himself in the sensation, chasing it even, was completely different.
Nevermind that she was a coworker.
“Fuck me, I can’t put her on the team,” he decided, his shoes squeaking against the linoleum as he paced. Bradshaw let him mull it over for a few moments before growing restless and stopping him with a hand to his shoulder.
“Why not? She’s the most qualified, regardless of your feelings,” he reasoned, and fucking christ was he even listening to what Jake was saying?
“Sure, but if I add her to the team, she’s going to be around. All of the time.”
“So fucking what?” Rooster cried, throwing up his arms in distress. “Hang, it’s not a big deal. You’ll probably be over it in a week or two. Or maybe you’ll find something about her that you don’t like. Or maybe you won’t, who fucking cares? It’s going to be weirder if you don’t assign her after all of this and just push her off.”
He had a point Jake supposed. It still didn’t null the queasiness he felt.
“I don’t want her finding out, though. I just can’t deal with that right now. Not when I-” he cut himself off, scrubbing his hand down his face. “I just got the chance to show Mav and Cyclone that I can do this, I can’t have all of this,” he waved his hands between them, “ruining it. I don’t want her to know.”
“Then just do what Mav said and treat her like the rest of us. Do your thing, just be Hangman,” he sighed, heading for the door. “She’s just one of us, Jake.”
One of us.
She’s one of us.
And nothing more.
The door clicking shut was the only sign Bradshaw had left.
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For all the funding the US Navy got every year, you’d think a sliver of it would go towards the A/C. Even a cold shower did nothing to cool Gwyn’s burning skin, chasing her into submission as she reluctantly pulled on the only pair of shorts and an old tank top shoved into the back of her locker. Certainly not in dress code, but the day was done she supposed, and she was heading out anyway.
Alec had already stopped by with promises of seeing her later for a movie and Chinese takeout from a small place just off the highway that they had found immediately after relocating to Miramar. Nights like these were her favorite, always putting a bounce in her step as she made her way through her shower routine. Rarely did she use the showers on base, but the thought of her sweat-slick skin sticking to her car seats changed her tune rather quickly.
The day had been good, she decided. Allowing herself to think so made her head a little clearer as if her being hellbent on despising a day with Hangman had fogged her brain.
Jake’s sudden change in pace and attitude was still massively suspicious, but selfishly, she wanted to relish in it. Not that she would ever admit that out loud, but in the privacy of the damp and humid locker rooms, she could admit that yes, it had been fun being out there with him. Even if she didn’t understand where this new side was coming from. Despite her better judgment, she found herself looking past the weirdness of it all and genuinely enjoying it.
Fuck.
Gwyn wanted to reprimand herself. Months. She had spent months working her way to the top of every class, base, or job they assigned her to, just to have a shot at getting into Top Gun. She had spent more time away from her family than ever before, only having time maybe once a week to have a quick chat over the phone with her dad and siblings before they were off to school or work and she was being called on to base. Everything in life had been forcefully shoved on to the backburner so that she could make room for Top Gun.
There were nights she would stay up and come close to sobbing at the idea that she was keeping Alec from the program and holding him back, so she had dug her heels in to everyone who would listen to her, jumped into any flight that needed a pilot, so that they would see her. For Alec and for their shared dream of being the best, she had forced out everything else.
And she was going to lose sight of it all if she didn’t get a reign on whatever it was she felt when Jake Seresin smiled.
But those were thoughts she could pour over later in the comfort of her own bed as she and her cat tucked in for a long, sleepless night. For now, she had a movie night to set up, and these kinds of thoughts and confusions had no place there, in her sanctuary.
She would cross that bridge later, then.
Closing her locker with a loud ‘clang’, Gwyn strode to the door, shutting off the lights before pulling the heavy door open and finding Hangman leaning against the opposite wall.
His spine straightened at the sight of her, and his eyes trailed down her chest to her legs before snapping back up to meet hers. Embarrassment flooded her cheeks at being caught out of dress code by who she hoped to soon call “squadron leader”, but even more so, at seeing him after spending the last several minutes thinking of him.
She swallowed. “Lieutenant Seresin, hi. I was just-”
He cut her off, as if snapping back into his own head when she spoke. “I was just coming to congratulate you. After your graduation on Wednesday, you and Lieutenant Shaw will be formally invited to join my team.” He put his hand out stiffly, his eyes darting everywhere but her face. “I look forward to working with you, Gwyn,” he said in a hush.
Her hand closed around his, and she chalked up the flip in her stomach to excitement about his invitation.
And if she held on to his hand for a bit longer than necessary, who cared?
Jake’s eyes finally met hers as he pulled away, offering her a small smile before retreating down the hall.
Had Gwyn been watching him walk away, she would’ve seen the way his hand, the one that had gripped hers, flexed and curled against his side.
Part 5
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Such a Softer Sin (Part 22)
Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader
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Warnings: I’m not specifically tagging this one, if you’ve seen the show, nothing will shock you. Smut will happen eventually so minors DNI, thanks.
A/N: I hope I’m going to be forgiven for the last chapter lololol
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You felt like you were suspended in time and space, floating in a vast sea of nothingness. Weightless, like you had no form. You could hear beeping echoing in the distance, calling out to you like a siren call. Voices started to vibrate all around you, sounding far away, like you were listening from underwater. 
How is she even alive?
I have no idea, that thing shoulda killed her.
What do we do about Billy? 
He’s gone apeshit, we need to find him. 
We need to get to him before things get bad like last time. 
You think I’m not trying? I’ve got guys scouring the earth for him right now.
The voices faded into nothing and you couldn't tell how much time passed by. It felt like years and no time at all.
It’s not your time, sweet child.
Your eyes flew open as a large gasp got ripped from your lungs and you sat up quickly, eyes darting around. You were in the medical facility. 
“Y/N!” Karen dove off the chair she’d been sitting on, rushing over to your bedside as she looked at you with wide tearful eyes. She gathered you into her arms, hugging you tightly as her whole body shook.
“I have no idea how you survived but I'm glad you did,” she sniffled before she moved away, hovering by the bed. 
“What happened?” you asked groggily as you tried to remember what went down. Everything was fuzzy around the edges, dancing in the periphery of your mind, just out of reach. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, her eyes worried as she struggled to meet your own. 
“King Rawlins… he stabbed you with his sword,” she muttered and some flashes hit you at record speed. You remembered the fight, remembered the Vampire King suddenly being there, remembered him ramming you through with his glowing red sword.
“Why didn’t it kill me?” you frowned tiredly, still coming to. 
“I have no idea,” she shook her head but her eyes shone with relief that you were here somehow. You remembered the last voice then, one you were sure was the Goddess Selene and you wondered if she had anything to do with it. You knew she didn't usually mess with fate but she’d told you that it wasn’t your time. 
“Where’s Billy?” you asked and her face fell at the same time those memories came back too. You remembered the looming black wolf, as dark as the night sky as it snapped its jaws, ripping people apart. Dread seized you tight as your heartbeat skyrocketed and you felt like you might be sick.
“We haven’t been able to find him yet. He’s faster than we are and he’s erratic, unpredictable. We know he’s close because I used magic to try and track him, but we keep missing him with how fast he is,” she explained with a frown and you swallowed thickly. 
“The Vampire King is dead, Billy ripped his head clean off after… He shifted because he thinks you're dead and I’m… I’m scared because this will be worse than last time,” she admitted and your stomach twisted in painful knots with each word she spoke. 
“When Billy shifted, a lot of the vampires and rogues fled because they were terrified of him in that form. He’s been hunting them down, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake. I’m scared for him because last time, his bloodlust got so bad he almost killed innocent people and that was different. You're his mate, the loss he feels right now is way worse than anything he’s ever felt,” she added, rubbing her lower lip with a thoughtful frown. It worried you that he was running around out there like that. You knew it would kill him if he hurt an innocent, you’d seen how scared he’d been to shift after the last time. You knew if you could somehow reach him, tell him you were alive, that you could stop this. You glanced down at your chest, seeing your bloodied tunic with a hole in it. You moved it, looking down inside of it and you saw no wound, not even a scar. It didn't hurt like you thought it would, it just felt like you’d been sucker punched in the chest really hard.
“When we realized you weren’t dead… I used magic on you to help heal you,” she murmured and you nodded, giving her a small smile. You noticed she looked completely drained and you weren’t sure if it was the stress or if healing something like this had taken it out of her. You still felt a little out of it and your mind was reeling from knowing Billy had shifted, that he thought you were dead and he was running around chasing his bloodlust.
“How long has it been?” you asked carefully. You felt gross, still covered in blood that was a mix of yours and that from battle and you had some mud on you. 
“It’s been a few days,” she supplied. A few days, Billy had been gone for days and you knew it was only going to get worse the longer he was like that. You moved to swing your legs over the bed and Karen hovered next to you.
“You should rest, Y/N,” she cautioned but you heard the hesitation in her voice. She knew you were the best shot at getting Billy back and they were all worried about him.
“I’m fine, I need to find him,” you muttered as you stood. You felt a little dizzy and Karen put a steadying hand on your arm as you closed your eyes and tried to push it away. It lasted only a few seconds before you felt better and you opened your eyes again.
“You need to be careful. Last time… he tried to attack Frank and I don’t know how his mind will be right now. I don’t know if he’ll even recognize you as his mate,” she murmured with a deep frown creasing her brows. You knew in your heart he would though, he was in his pure Lycan form now and you knew his wolf would see you.
“I’ll be fine,” you insisted, moving over to grab your dagger that was sitting on the bedside table. You had no idea where your sword was but it didn't matter, you didn't have time and you didn't need it anyway. She told you the last known location the spell had shown her Billy was at and then you were off.
“Good luck,” she called out to you as you rushed out of the door. You hurried out of the medical facility, bumping right into Frank and he looked stunned to see you as his hands gripped your shoulders so you didn’t topple over after you’d bumped into him. His eyes scanned your face quickly and he looked like he’d seen a ghost. You saw the relief all over it but you didn't have time to be touched by how much he cared.
“I really need to go, Frank. I need to find Billy,” you said frantically and he let you go.
“I’ll come with you,” he muttered firmly and you shook your head.
“It’s not a good idea. You should stay here and get Anvil ready for him. I’ll take him there when I find him,” you asserted. He looked like he wanted to argue and you weren't sure if it was your rank as Queen or the fact he knew you were right, but he relented anyway.
“Alright, I’ll get it set up,” he nodded, giving you a meaningful look before you ran over to the gate, a guard letting you out.
You weren’t scared as you left the castle grounds, you knew the Vampire King was dead and while some of his men might still be out there that Billy hadn’t gotten to yet, you could easily take them now. You were determined, trying to quell the nerves for what you might find when you finally got to Billy. You honestly had no idea how he’d react but it didn't mean you wouldn't try. When you got to the area that Karen had told you, there was no sign of Billy and your heart faltered for a moment. You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply as you tried to catch his scent. Faint traces of bergamot and orange blossom hit your nose and you perked up, eyes snapping open. You remembered what Karen said about how fast and erratic he’d been, how they hadn’t been able to catch him and his scent was fading, barely there. You were starting to worry he might be too quick for you to catch up to him. You let your wolf come as close to the surface as you could allow with no full moon as you used your wolf speed to dart through the trees, boots slapping into the mud hurriedly as you chased his scent. You started to worry when you realized you were heading into human territory. Billy shouldn't be here. You weren't sure if he was following a rogue or vampire here or if his wolf was slipping further into insanity, but neither options were good. You pushed yourself faster, worry drowning you as you darted through the trees and you stopped abruptly in a small clearing just on the outskirts of a human town. Your eyes widened like saucers at the sight of an enormous black wolf standing there facing away from you. You were startled by how big he was and all you could do for a moment was stare at him as you took in his form. You shook your head quickly as you took a hesitant step towards him.
“Billy!” you called out, your voice trembling. The wolf turned, silver eyes meeting yours. You were sure you'd never seen a wolf confused before in your life yet you felt like you could see it all over him. A painful whine tore from his throat and you felt it down to your bones as you stared at him. You started to slowly walk towards him, your movements careful and deliberate as your eyes never left him. 
“I’m okay, I’m right here. I didn’t die,” you soothed and you jumped when he snarled at you, top lip curling and revealing his sharp and bloody teeth. You pushed on despite his warning and he snapped his jaws at you, hackles raised. You had no idea if he recognised you or not or if he thought you were a figment of his mind. You stood there, body shaking as you tried to not be scared. You dropped to your knees, baring your neck to him in a show of submission, hoping to appeal to his rank as Lycan King. He started to prowl closer, eyes sharp and focused, each step slow. A spike of fear ripped right through you, not knowing what he was about to do. Would he hurt you? You knew that immortal didn’t mean unkillable anymore but Billy had made it seem like the sword had been the only thing to exist that could kill you. You had no idea how the healing process would go if he ripped your head off and you didn't really want to find out. He came over slowly, deep growls coming from his snarling face and your heart was beating a mile a minute as you kept your head up and neck bared. You felt like you couldn't breathe when he was finally right in front of you, his form looming over you before he leaned down. He started scenting your neck and your whole body was tense, staying stock still so you didn't spook him and set him off. As he took in your scent, another painful whine left him and you wondered if he was starting to come to his senses, if he was starting to see that you were really here. He nuzzled your neck, the sensation tickling you slightly and now feeling slightly braver, you moved away, taking his large face into your hands and looking right into his bright silver eyes. You stroked his soft fur, the pain behind his eyes overwhelming and you wondered why you couldn't feel it right now. You were glad you couldn't. 
“It’s really me, Billy, I’m fine. But I need you to come with me, okay? I need to get you somewhere safe,” you said slowly. He blinked at you slowly for a moment and you weren't sure if he even understood you, but then he nuzzled your cheek before he took a few steps back, his eyes pinned on you. You stood up, still slow in your movements and scared something might set him off and he’d snap. 
“Come on,” you murmured, starting to walk and you were pleased when he walked by your side, almost protectively with the way he hovered over you. 
You were wary and cautious as you walked to Anvil, worried a vampire or a rogue would pop up out of nowhere and make this all go downhill. You weren't sure how it would go down with you in the crosshairs. You just needed to get him to Anvil, then you didn't have to worry about anyone getting hurt that didn't deserve it and you could focus on him. He followed you obediently and you tried to just stay calm about the situation you found yourself in. You’d gotten to him before he could do anything bad, you’d saved him from having to face the horrors of what he could have done. When you started to recognise where you were, you sent a mindlink to Frank asking if he was still there. You knew if he didn't answer then he was gone as Anvil was too far from the castle for it to reach. He didn't answer and you relaxed. With Karen telling you how Billy almost attacked him last time, you didn't need Frank to set him off and you knew Billy would be distraught if he hurt his best friend. When you finally saw the gates of Anvil, and luckily no guards in sight, you breathed a sigh of relief. You had no idea how Billy would have reacted to his guards but you knew Frank wasn’t stupid. He’d been dealing with Billy way longer than you’d even been around. You opened the gate, stepping inside and waiting for him to follow. Once he did, you closed it and locked it, leading Billy over to near the cottage. He was far too big to fit inside but you didn't care, you’d just stay out here with him, even if it was cold. His silver eyes were watching you with keen interest, sharp and focused as you tried to keep your movements slow, still not wanting to spook him. You moved to sit on the floor, eyes stuck on him and he slowly walked over, walking around you until he lay down curled around you. You were tucked near his front leg, his head right next to you as he nuzzled your face again and you found yourself smiling as you sank into his warm and soft fur. He lay his head down on the floor then and you wondered if he was tired. Had he rested at all in the past few days? Something told you that the answer was no. You shifted around to get comfortable, cuddling near his head and allowing his scent to soothe you. You’d barely had a moment to really take in that the war was finally over. The Vampire King was dead and most of the ones who had fled had been taken out by Billy. It was a relief for it all to finally be done, to finally have that justice for all of those that needed it. You weren’t the only one that had lost something to them and neither was Billy. The Vampires had been terrorizing people for the longest time and now it was done. You couldn't wait for Billy to shift back, for him to be able to enjoy it himself. After the last war, the Vampire King had loomed over him like a dark shadow, making him feel like a failure. But he was dead now, Billy had killed him and finally got that revenge he desperately needed. It was all finally over. You fell asleep under the stars that night, curled against him as he huffed soft breaths in his sleep. 
Your eyes fluttered open and you blinked slowly as you came to your senses. You were surrounded by Billy's scent and it soothed you. As your brain woke up more, you registered that you were cuddled up to him, his arm around you as he clung to you now in his normal form. You took a moment to really look at him. He looked so peaceful and it soothed something inside of you after the past few days you’d had, not counting the ones you’d been out of it. He had streaks of mud and blood on his face and you resisted the urge to smooth his messy hair from his face as you didn't want to wake him. He needed the rest. You heard your stomach growl and it suddenly hit you that you hadn’t eaten since before you set out to battle. You suddenly felt starving. He looked like he might sleep for a while so you decided to make some breakfast for you both, knowing he’d need to eat too. You carefully untangled yourself from him and he let out a soft noise, hands grasping out like he was trying to find you before he got tugged under once more by deep sleep. You watched him for a moment to make sure he wouldn't wake up but he seemed completely out for the count. You walked inside the cottage, eyes glancing around as you remembered the last time you were here. You’d barely had time to really take it in. It was nice here, a lot cozier than the large castle and you made your way to the kitchen, looking through the cupboards to see what food he had in and where everything was. Once you got the lay of the land, you started to make breakfast. You settled on scrambled eggs, much like what he’d made you when you were mid shift. It was simple and easy, quick to cook. And maybe you were feeling a tad sentimental. You’d almost finished the eggs when you heard the front door burst open and you jumped. You quickly turned the stove off before you rushed over to the door leading to the living room. Billy was standing in the front doorway, his wide eyes staring at you. You would have found it comical in any other situation as he was naked and covered in mud and blood, looking confused as hell. But you saw the heartbreak all over him, looking so lost as he just gaped at you.
“I didn’t think you'd wake up yet, I’m sorry. I was making us both breakfast,” you murmured carefully. He was tearful, feet rooted to the floor as he looked like he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. Haunted wasn't enough to describe how he looked. 
“Billy...” you said softly as you started to approach him, feeling bad for him. He looked so shell shocked. As you got to him, you were startled when a broken sob left his lips and he grabbed you, clinging tightly to you as he sobbed into your neck. You suddenly felt everything he was feeling. He was confused you were here, in pain over what he saw that day but also felt blind relief that you were okay. The confusing mix of emotions made you feel lightheaded and they weren’t even your emotions. You held him tightly, stroking his hair as he cried and your heart broke for him.
“I… I thought you were… I thought…” he wept pitifully, unable to get his words out through his tears and a large lump lodged itself in your throat. You’d lost a lot of people, witnessed some of their deaths and even taken one of the lives yourself. You knew that pain all too well but none of them had been your mate. You couldn't even imagine the pain Billy must have felt when he watched you get run through with that sword, thinking he just watched you die. 
“I’m fine, Billy. I’m here,” you soothed, pressing your face into his hair as his hands grasped at you like you might float away. His entire body was trembling and you carefully peeled him off you, looking at him sympathetically as his glassy brown eyes stared at you. You led him over to the sofa, easing him to sit before you sat next to him. He didn't waste a second before he grabbed you, pulling you onto his lap to be as close as he could be with you. His arms wrapped around you, his head pressing against your chest as he took greedy inhales like he was willing your scent to calm him down. You stroked his hair again, wanting nothing more than to take his pain away. 
“Let me just finish breakfast so we can eat and then we can just relax together, okay?” you asked quietly and he shook his head vehemently, looking up at you with the most heart wrenching look you’d ever seen.
“No, don’t… don’t leave me. I just… I don’t need to eat, just stay with me,” he pleaded in a rush and getting stabbed with a sword again would have hurt less. You nodded, not wanting to upset him further as you cupped his cheeks, thumbs stroking away his tears as he leaned into your touch. 
“How are you…?” he trailed off looking more than confused, eyes scanning your face like he was considering you weren't real. 
“I honestly have no idea. I think your mother might have something to do with it though. I think I heard her before I woke up, telling me it wasn’t my time,” you revealed and he looked surprised. He blinked rapidly, eyes still tearful as his lower lip quivered and his grip on you tightened. 
“I don’t… I don’t know what I’d do without you. I was ready to set the whole world ablaze with everyone on it ‘cause of the pain I was in,” he lamented, shaking his head. You frowned as you stroked his damp cheeks. You could feel the worry gnawing at him that he might have done something terrible when in his other form.
“All you did was hunt down the bad guys and finish what we started,” you tried to reassure him. You knew it could have escalated, maybe it would have if you hadn't found him and it was worrying he’d been lurking outside of the human town, but it hadn't escalated and he was here and fine. He turned his face in your hold, pressing his face into your hand as he nuzzled it.
“I love you,” he whispered brokenly and you swallowed the lump down hard as you turned him to face you. 
“I love you too,” you muttered firmly, hoping he could see it, that he could feel it. He watched you for a long moment, so many emotions behind his dark eyes that you could barely keep up with them. You felt that painful stab of hunger again and you knew you both needed breakfast. 
“I really need to finish breakfast. You need to eat something and honestly, so do I. I haven't eaten in days,” you admitted and he frowned then, finally relenting as he nodded and you knew it was only for you. He let you go and you stood up, wanting to be as quick as possible so you could get back to him. But as you started to walk into the kitchen, you were caught off guard when he followed you like a lost puppy. He hovered around you as you cooked, never wanting you out of his sight and you felt the sadness hanging over him like a dark cloud. You knew he was happy that you were back but he couldn't seem to shake what he’d seen and felt and you didn't blame him. You wondered if it would take some time for his brain to really adjust to the fact that you were indeed alive. When you made breakfast, he followed you into the living room as you both sat down to eat it and it wasn't lost on you how he sat as close as possible with his side completely pressed against yours. You scarfed your food down greedily, noticing him doing the same and you were happy he was eating something. When the food was gone, you set the plates on the coffee table, knowing you’d deal with them later. You moved to sit sideways, your legs over his as you lay your head on his chest and his arms came around you instantly. 
“Are you…Are you okay?” he asked quietly after a long moment and you nodded.
“I’m fine. When they realized I wasn’t dead, Karen healed me. It just aches now,” you replied, your hand coming to rest on his smooth chest as you stroked the skin there absentmindedly. 
“How are the others?” he asked warily and you glanced up at him.
“They’re fine, they’ve been worried about you though. Frank was the one who got Anvil ready for you,” you explained, watching as he nodded but he had a slightly far away look in his eyes.
“The war’s over. You killed the Vampire King, it’s done,” you assured him and you felt him relax under you a little. His hand threaded into your hair, rubbing your scalp soothingly and you enjoyed the touch. 
“I’m… I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up. I shoulda been there but I just… I never thought for one second that you woulda made it,” he confessed with a deep frown.
“I didn’t think I would have either,” you murmured, giving him a wry smile but he didn't smile back. He still had that haunted look on his face.
“When do you want to go back?” you asked him, hand stroking his chest as if you could ease the pain you knew lay there.
“Not yet… I’m not ready. Maybe just stay another day, go back tomorrow,” he murmured and you nodded. You understood his need to stay longer, he still seemed in a state of shock. You wanted to let Frank know that you’d be staying here, that you’d found Billy and he was okay but you had no way of contacting him right now. You hoped he’d turn up at some point, staying outside as he mindlinked you. 
You stayed cuddled into his side as he held you tightly, hands wandering leisurely like he was making sure you were really there. You were just enjoying each other’s presence for a while when his hands started to get a little more insistent as they touched you. You started to feel his desire and it surprised you a little bit given everything that had gone on, but you knew he was probably feeling a confusing mix of things right now. Maybe it was because the wolf was still so close to the surface or maybe it was because he’d thought you’d died and now he just wanted to be as close as possible to you. You weren't sure but when you looked at him covered in mud and blood, you decided a bath would be a good option.
“Come on, let’s take a bath together,” you smiled calmly at him, untangling yourself from him as you stood. He blinked at you slowly for a moment before he nodded and stood and you led him upstairs to the bathroom. You drew a bath, helping him in before you moved to undress yourself. You felt his eyes burning holes into you and as you bent down to get out of your pants, you heard a deep growl. When you looked at him, he looked startled by himself, eyes wide and blinking quickly before he frowned. 
“I’m sorry… I…” he muttered. You moved over, climbing inside the nice warm water as you sat facing him. 
“It’s okay.  You’ve been through a lot and your body and mind just need to adjust,” you soothed. You grabbed the wash cloth, lathering it up before you got to work in getting him clean. He sat there silently but he seemed to enjoy your touches as you got him clean. Once you’d finished, you grabbed the cup from the side of the bath before moving to straddle him so you could wash his hair properly. His hands moved around you like it was reflex and you scooped water up with the cup before pouring it over his head as he tilted it back. Once it was soaked, you grabbed the shampoo, rubbing it into his hair and massaging his scalp, making him hum softly. When you rinsed out the shampoo, he pressed his face into your neck, inhaling deeply and you felt him hard underneath you. His hands flexed on your back, fingers biting into your skin.
“I-I need…” he struggled to get his words out, voice low and rough and you grabbed his face, making him look at you with his wide dark eyes.
“I know,” you murmured, leaning down and capturing his lips in a kiss. It was gentle. Caring and loving as you kissed him but his lips turned insistent, greedy as he lined himself up and made you sink down onto him without much warning. You moaned in shock and it mixed with his needy groan as his hands gripped your hips and he started fucking himself with you. Your head was spinning at the pleasure you felt and you grasped his shoulders for leverage as he made you bounce on his cock. When you looked at him, he looked so lost and far away, his eyes glued to the spot on your chest where the sword had been buried and you moved to cup his face, forcing him to look at you and he stilled his motions, the haze in his eyes clearing like he was really seeing you once more. 
“I love you,” you murmured earnesty, needing him to know that. You felt him relax, his body unwinding like a coil and a smile graced his face. No matter how small it may have been, you’d never been so relieved to see it. 
“I love you too,” he replied softly and you leaned down, kissing him again. He didn't rush the kiss this time, didn't take over as he kissed you languidly. 
You started moving again and he moaned into the kiss, his hands anywhere and everywhere he could touch like he needed to memorize you. You rolled your hips against him, reveling in the feel of every inch of him as he arched up at you. He broke the kiss, hot burning kisses trailing down your neck and you bared it to him, making him groan as he started to nip and suck at it. You felt the fire inside you burning hotter and brighter with each roll of your hips, the sound of both your moans filling the air. There was something so erotic about the way he touched you like you were made of gold, as if you were some sacred object. You grabbed his hair, tugging it harshly to lift his face back up to yours and he let out a filthy groan before his lips crashed to yours. The kiss was sloppy, broken by the sounds you were both moaning as you got closer to release. One of his hands snaked around you completely, fingertips biting into your shoulder as he held you for purchase, fucking up into you a little harder but not much faster. His other hand pawed at your ass cheek, squeezing and kneading at the flesh there. You felt like you needed this just as much as he did. The feeling of pure closeness you felt right now was comforting after all you’d been through and every touch, every kiss, every thrust was burning you alive. You kissed him deeply until your lungs screamed for air, breaking away and resting your forehead on his as your pace picked up a bit with the primal need to find your release that was rapidly approaching. The desperate noises he was making were fueling the fire, wrapping around you like silk as it pushed you to go harder and faster, wanting you to both fall off the edge together. 
“Don’t stop… don’t fuckin’ stop,” Billy moaned, sounding half gone and delirious with a face of pure bliss and you shattered around him. Your body moved instinctively as a series of loud moans tumbled from your lips, riding out your orgasm at the pleasure spread throughout your entire being. You clutched him tightly, feeling him fucking up into you almost desperately as he came with a deep moan. You tucked your face into his neck as you caught your breath, your brain spinning in the best way as the high coursed your veins and his hands smoothed up your back. You felt completely relaxed and you could feel that he felt the same now. You weren't sure how long it would last but you hoped it would at least be for a while. Seeing him so lost and haunted wounded you and you hated it. 
The next day, you were getting ready to leave and go back to the castle. After the bath yesterday, you and Billy just spent the rest of the day holding each other in bed as he started coming back to his senses. You knew he wanted you close, wanted to be touching you in some way at all times and you’d allowed him this as he started to seem more normal and less haunted as the day wore on. Just before bed, Frank had come to the forest outside and sent you a mindlink, asking if you were here. You’d told him Billy was fine and that he was back to normal mostly and he’d been more than relieved. Billy had then retreated to another room and you had a feeling Frank had mindlinked him now he knew he was okay. You didn’t want to ask him, didn’t want to pry or upset him after he'd only just calmed down, but he seemed lighter when he came back and you were grateful. You’d both been through an ordeal, although you’d admit he’d had the worst of it. You really didn't know just what you’d do if you’d thought Billy had died. You’d forced shifted when you saw Kos die so you could only imagine it would be even worse if it was Billy. You were grateful you made it, still a little unsure as to why but you knew the Goddess had done it. The idea of Billy becoming totally unhinged and running around looking for blood wasn’t one you enjoyed and you knew if you hadn’t have come back, that’s exactly how it would have stayed.
“You ready?” Billy asked you softly, his hand moving to your lower back and you gave him a smile. 
“Yeah, let’s go home,” you murmured and it made his lips twitch up. Part of you would miss being here with him like this, being alone together. But you also found you missed the general hustle and bustle of the castle which is something you never thought you’d say. You’d grown used to such a big group now, grown attached to the people there. Your people. You wondered what would happen when you arrived after everything. You doubted any of the wolves had really had time to enjoy that the war was over given what happened with their King and Queen. As the pair of you walked back to the castle hand in hand, your mind turned over everything you’d been through. You almost died, maybe kind of did for a few moments and it had been terrifying. You hadn't even had time for any real last thoughts either which was a little depressing when you thought about it. It was sad, the idea of what would have happened to you if you had died. You had no idea where you’d go or how it would be like to be apart from Billy. Selene had told you Kos was happy and at peace, but he’d be reunited with his mate. Would you have known that same peace without Billy by your side? Would he ever join you being immortal himself? Then again, you had a feeling that if you had died, eventually he would have found the glowing red sword again and run himself through with it. You shook your head, knowing you didn't need to worry yourself with such morbid thoughts, you were fine, as was he. The war was over, for now at least and you hoped it would stay that way. You could really start to settle down and into your new role without the threat dangling over you. You could finally start to think about the future. After everything that had gone wrong in your life, all the things you’d lost, you were just finally happy that something worked out. 
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ohhhh blorbo from my own OC... i play favorites so hard with this man and i gave him the worst, most dramatic emocringe backstory bc i. deserve it.
wolfgang holt was born in the mid-late 70s in a small town in mississippi. his mom was a practicing witch and his dad walked out on them pretty early on. money was tight but life was good for a while.
then his mom remarried. the guy was fine at first. he helped pay off their house, he took care of them, he wasn't the most emotionally vulnerable but he wasn't outright awful. but things got worse. as they do. wolf's step dad's social drinking became outright aggressive alcoholism. he started abusing wolf's mom. he started abusing wolf. he would abuse wolf's mom even more when she tried defending her son. some of his friends would try to convince him to go to church with them to get "healed" of his drinking problem and get him away from the "godless whore" he'd married.
it turned out he'd assumed his wife saying she was a witch was some kind of joke. just a way of flirting. some oo i put a spell on u type shit. one night he caught her casting protection spells on her son while he slept and snapped. the drinking, the persistent brainwashing from friends and family, and the general closed mindedness of their little conservative town resulted in him dragging wolf out into the woods behind their house and beating him to near unconsciousness and leaving him for dead in the snow, promising that his mom was next and they'd meet again in hell.
left alone and wounded in the cold, wolf was an easy target for hungry predators. a small pack of (WHAT ELSE) wolves found him. they started ripping him apart, tearing mostly into his throat and chest.
as far as wolf remembers he escaped on pure adrenaline alone, just running as fast as he possibly could towards home. he's never questioned how he was able to move at all.
when he got home his mother was already dead and his step dad was blacked out. it only made sense to shoot him before he could wake up again.
orphaned and effectively homeless, he stumbled out into the woods again, walking until he reached the next town and stumbling into the first emergency room he could find. the drs were understandably alarmed that he was even alive. in fact, his injuries had already started to heal. the injuries to his throat had left him mute, and they were unable to get him to communicate with them in any other way, so they got him patched up and put in a room to rest while they tried to find out who his parents were and what could've possibly happened. officers were called to the er, and wolf (who had been pretending to sleep and listening for signs of cops, afraid that he'd be arrested if they found out he killed his step dad) bolted while they were all distracted.
he's been alone since. his mom's spells were more real and more powerful than even she would've guessed, and now he's effectively immortal. he hasn't realized this himself yet, whether through willful ignorance in order to ignore the trauma or because he doesn't believe in those things so he's unable to accept them no one knows. but any wound he sustains will heal, eventually, no matter how bad. truly traumatic injuries leave marks--the wolf attack left him mute, scarred, and blind in one eye--but the more minor ones can heal in minutes with no lasting evidence.
wolf now lives in a cabin he built himself in a dense forest bordering some mid-sized city. every now and then he needs to make supply runs, so he sneaks into city limits at night to steal whatever he can't hunt or grow or make himself. unfortunately, he has an overactive sense of self preservation... and unfortunately, a city is full of people. anyone who seems even remotely like a threat ends up dead, and the older he gets the looser the definition of "threat" becomes, to the point where someone even slightly annoying could end up missing a head or with a shotgun shell in their chest. stories start to circulate of the slasher in the woods, and it becomes the ~cool~ thing to do to go party in there and make it home alive. and nothing's more annoying than teenagers who think they're immortal.
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donniesawesome · 1 year
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                    Donnie x reader chapter 1
Head canon: (you and Donnie met in college 3 days after admissions. you were being beaten by Kendra and bloody also no one saw this except for Donnie of course=_= so when he saw this he punched Kendra in the face knocking her to the ground 7 feet away.) after that is where we pick up. (Also you don’t know him yet) ;)  This is how yawl meet. AND SO ON!!!
Story time--- so you were on the ground in a lot of pain you could barely keep your eyes open but you could still see out of them Donnie was beating her ass up to be honest she looked worse than you. Kendra had gashes on her arms, a broken nose and a broken leg with the bone sticking out through her skin. While you had many lacerations on your body.  When Donnie was done beating her ass he came over to the two men and beat their asses. Then came over to you and picked you up carefully and took you to his lab and started working on stitching you up and sat you on the cabinet that was in his lab. Also you being you and (half asleep) when he wasn’t looking you walked out of his lab and into the livingroom/skate ramp room where everyone is and none of them knew you so they were shocked that someone they have never seen before was in their home. When Donnie turned back around to see you weren’t there he panicked as he ran out the door he saw you (half asleep ) with everyone staring at you in awe mikey,raph,leo,april,casey.jr and splinter did not know what to think. So in an awkward silence Donnie rushed over and gently picked you up you facing his plastron and with your legs wrapped around him as he blushed and then he said come on lets go before they start asking questions ok love. Now that woke you up a little bit more so you were awake enough to proses what he’s saying. After processing. You’re blushing and he sees this witch makes him have a big smile. That everyone saw and Donnie showing emotion is rare. So you guys are walking back to his room instead of his lab and when he gets through his door he shuts it. You notice that you’re wearing a hoodie it made you think where your shirt was so you asked. Y: what’s Ur name? Donnie: my names Donatello but my f/f call me Donnie what’s yours. Y: Y/N. where are my clothes?  Donnie: well my apologies but your shirt is ripped up and has blood on it so I had to take it off to do your stiches to be honest I’m surprised you don’t remember. And your shorts are on your ass. Right where you put the- before he could finish speaking his bedroom door got slammed open denting the wall with dust flying everywhere. Donnie tried to protect you from the force of the shockwave from the door by rolling over on his bed holding you close to his plastron then before you knew it everyone started asking questions Donnie saw it hurt your ears, which not only pissed you off but pissed Donnie off too. You snarl as deep as you can and your wolf comes out. Sharp fangs, amber-gold eyes, pitch black fur and great height 5, 6. You were pissed not to mention scary as hell but Donnie being brave stepped in front of you and looked you in the eyes you calm down and you lay down whining (the noise hurt your ears). Everyone startled except Donnie. He asked everyone to leave the first time and when they didn’t he yelled they tried to say sorry but he shoved everyone out shut the door and locked it tight. After he came to look at you and Ur stiches you weren’t a wolf any more your eye color stayed amber-gold. But you were human. he put a bigger hoodie on you and he also gave you some of his shorts so you can put them on he turned around so you can get dressed you feel bad because when you turned into a wolf the clothes got shredded but he assured you it was ok and it was was not that a big of a deal and when he turned back around you could see the enjoyment in his eyes when he saw you wearing his clothes for some reason he can’t explain to himself. But he knew was happy.    
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twpsyn-who · 10 months
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I was daydreaming while walking towards work and my mind went "brrrr Stiles doing the fancy jump through time Five does that gets him stuck in an Apocalyptic Future" and yk my mind went straight to Teen Wolf but is TUA. And obvious Stiles is Five because yk
× Too defiant to listen to adults
× No one listens to his shits and/or blames him for everything when all he wants is to fix shit
× Could see him become some serial killer to protect his loved ones so yk it does check.
And after that my mind went like… what next? Scott. 100% Scott. I don't know what number is he, but he's dating the handler daughter at some point aka Allison (and the handler is Kate because fuck that bitch. Rip the rest of the Argents tho). And Lydia. And yeah number 3 Lydia? Heard a Rumor Lydia? Yeah, yeah, I can see it. BUT number 7 Lydia???? A work of art. Wonderful. Splendid. But she doesn't use her violin, she screams- because she's an opera singer. I could also see her trashing everyone in a book cuz she's that petty. But also Number 5 & Viktor friendship 🤝🏻 Stiles & Lydia friendship
AND KIRA. She's number 2, but likes using that katana of hers God knows why. Or she finds that katana in the 60'. I don't know. But that makes Scott number 1, which also checks out.
While thinking of number 3, I came to the conclusion that it would be Jackson only because his character is rich coded enough to make it work. Also he totally says "I heard a rumor you punched yourself in the face" during an argument with someone, then proceeds to laugh his ass off. He's a jerk.
With no question my mind assigned Danny as number 6, because if they can kill the Asian guy then I can kill the Hawaiian guy and not get canceled. But that leaves me with no number 4. Who's number 4?
It can't be the Hales, because I'm making them all members of season 3 Sparrow team. Yeah, that's right bitches. Laura and Cora and Derek and Peter (because he's their brother here ups.) and Malia. Peter is number 1, only because he gives the vibes & I wanna see him get threatened by Lydia then find the thingy in the basement and go poof. No hate on the guy tho. But it would be funny.
At first I wanted Liam to be number 4, team him up with Cora (number 6) but, like, keep his power the wolf shift cuz I don't like Alphonso's power in the show (is not even about how he looks, I just find it stupid) BUT that would make Derek the floating cube with anger issues- and while it would work, I came to the conclusion that Liam should be the floating cube and hit people in the head when he's angry. Which is a lot. We love a King with Anger Issues. So Derek's number 4, his power is the wolf shift, and he's besties with Cora aka number 6. Wonderful. 
Laura is number 5 because she deserves nice things. Malia is number 3 because she's a badass and can kick your ass without seeing. Which is cool. But also if anyone wanna keep the whole Sparrow/Umbrella ship going on, they can do it with Stiles and any other goddamn Hale. You're welcome.
So, conclusion : Number 1 Scott / Peter
Number 2 Kira / Danny
Number 3 Jackson / Malia
Number 4 ?? / Derek
Number 5 Stiles / Laura
Number 6 Danny / Cora
Number 7 Lydia / Liam
And while writing this my mind remembered Issac existed SO. My boy is number 4 by the process of elimination (but it works, so #strughs)
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"I Hear You're Looking For An Anchor"
LIAM
Liam opened his eyes, feeling disoriented. The last thing he remembers is being asleep in his bed. He’s still struggling with his shift. He thought maybe if he just went to bed, he could forget about the full moon altogether. There’s no escaping the moon, though. Still doesn’t explain what he’s doing out here, in the middle of the woods. He looks down, noticing a coldness around his middle. The metal makes a linking sound as he struggles against it. His fingers pulled on the thick chain, his claws digging into it, making a scraping noise. This is when he notices he’s in full shift and lets out a growl.
Liam grunts and tries to break the chains, but they’re tied tight to the tree with him in the middle. His growling gets louder, drawing the other two teenagers’ attention.
“Looks like we’ve got company,” Stiles sniggers.
“Is this really necessary?” Liam roars out, feeling beyond irritated.
A unison “Yes!” can be heard near the blue jeep, sitting by the creek.
“Guys, I feel fine,” Liam tells them, desperately. He’s tired of being tied up every month. “The full moon is hardly affecting me now.”
“How can you say that while you look like you’re going to rip my head off?” Stiles asks the enraged beta werewolf.
“Come a little closer and say that,” Liam growls at the older boy.
“Liam,” Scott speaks up softly, “we’re not trying to hurt you, so you can stop resisting.”
Liam does calm down a bit, but he’s still snarling. Stiles looks disgusted at the small amount of drool coming out of the corner of Liam’s mouth. He’s like a rabid dog, Stiles thinks.
The moon is still high in the sky when Liam comes down. He thought he had gotten better and wouldn’t need his Alpha’s help anymore. It makes him feel like a wild animal every time they have to chain him up. He’s quite certain he knows what triggered him, and on this day in particular. Brett had visited him earlier. He was dreading it, but knew he had to do something.
It’s been 3 months since they started hooking up again. He thought he had learned his lesson after the last time, but no dice. Of course, Brett didn’t change. Back at Devenford Prep, he thought Brett had always hated him. He wasn’t fond of him either. That was until he kissed him in the locker room. And then just kept kissing him. Liam was still very much in the closet. He didn’t think he was into guys until Brett. He was fine with nobody knowing about them, preferred it really. What he wasn’t fine with was how Brett treated him at school, especially on the field. Nobody on the team liked Liam because of how hot-headed he was. Brett loved it. He loved his fiery temper. Until Liam made the fatal mistake and trashed his coach’s car, ultimately getting himself expelled. Liam and Brett didn’t leave on good terms.
Then the extraordinary happened. Liam was turned into a werewolf shortly after moving to Beacon Hills. What he didn’t know was that Brett was also a werewolf. A born wolf, he says. He and sister, Lori, were born werewolves. Guess the common dynamic brought them closer.
Brett has accepted that he’s bisexual, but he still doesn’t treat Liam the same as he does when they’re alone. In fact, he doesn’t even want anybody to know they’re friends, let alone hooking up on the daily. It must be Liam. He’s seen Brett, always flirting and touching girls and guys alike. He gets a cold shoulder any time he tries to even say just hi to the guy. He’s no stranger to the silent treatment either.
Lori’s seen it. She knows about Liam. Seen him at their house, knows what goes on behind Brett’s bedroom door. She tells him to give him time. He doesn’t mention he’s been giving her brother a year of his time and nothing has changed.
So earlier today, when Brett had snuck into his room through his window, like he so often does because doors are too good for werewolves or something; Liam planned on ending this for good this time. He should’ve known breaking up with Brett Talbot would be a challenge. They had never gone so far as to have sex, but they did other things. And other things is what they did as Liam tried to tell him he needed to stop sneaking into his room. He told him it was over and Brett laughed in his face. It was when Liam started getting angry that Brett knew he was serious. He could smell the rage all over him. Brett knew Liam wouldn’t hurt him, but it was a full moon that night and Brett knew he should probably listen to the boy before he lost his head. He prefers his head on his shoulders. Brett left with a silent promise that he’d be seeing Liam again after he simmered down.
It was nearing midnight and the boys still had Liam chained up. A storm was quickly gathering overhead as the two older boys talked quietly amongst themselves. Lightning strikes through the sky when Liam hears the words come out of Stiles’ mouth he’s been anticipating for the last few hours.
“Think it’s been long enough?” Stiles asks Scott.
Liam groans out a “Yes!”, not going unnoticed by the other two. He’s been desperate to get off this tree. Desperate to show Scott, his Alpha, he can control himself.
Stiles turns to look at him, irritation written all over his face. “Hey! Trying to have an adult conversation over here.”
Liam rolls his eyes. Stiles is always trying to milk the fact that he’s older.
“Alright, you’re two years older than me, and I’m fine,” he says with determination. “Just let me go.” The further away from this place, the better he’ll be. He swears it. This will be the last time he’s held down by chains.
“It’s not that we don’t trust you,” Scott is saying, holding the key to unlock Liam from his confinement.
“It’s that I don’t trust you,” Stiles says immediately following Scott. Stiles doesn’t trust anyone, so he’s not too devastated about it.
“But after that last full moon...” Scott continues saying.
“It was one slip up!” Liam tells them seriously, lowering his voice. He didn’t want to bring it up.
“A slip up?” Stiles starts, unconvinced. “A dozen calls to the Sheriff’s department about a monstrous dog boy running around the streets of Beacon Hills, naked. That’s a slip up?”
Scott looks at Liam, his brow lifted curiously. “... Why were you naked?”
“It was really hot out that night, okay?” Liam tells them, sheepishly. He’d want more than anything not to have this conversation. He wasn’t lying, it was hot out that night. Brett just happened to be hotter. And he’d rather not have that conversation with his Alpha and chosen best friend. “Let me go.”
 “You sure you’re okay?” Scott asks his beta, caring for the younger teen.
“It won’t happen again.”
“You’re in complete and total control?”
“Yeah, complete and total.”
“Okay,” Scott nods, obviously believing Liam, and the chains come off.
Once the two older teenagers leave Liam alone, the Beta looks down at his hands. There are bloody fingernail indents on his palms, already completely healed. So, he wasn’t in complete and total control.
Stiles drove down the winding stretch of the Beacon Hills backroads. They were heading to the hospital to pick up Malia and drop off Liam. All the seniors were heading to the high school, but they wouldn’t tell Liam what for. It was this super secret thing that only seniors could know about and they refuse to tell Liam what it is, no matter how much he asks. They never tell him anything.
Liam, for the most part, kept his earbuds in, but noise still slips through.
“Is it a party?” Liam asks, eager to know where the two seniors are headed.
Stiles is resilient, though. “It is not a party.”
Liam sighs, defeated. “Then what’s at midnight?”
“Your bedtime.”
Liam gives him an annoyed glare. Stiles is always treating him like a little kid. It’s a two-year difference, but you can’t tell Stiles otherwise.
“Why aren’t the girls going?”
Stiles, at this point, is exasperated with Liam. “They’re meeting us there, okay? Just stop asking questions, alright? It’s a senior thing. You’ll know when you’re a senior.”
The sucky thing about being a sophomore when all your friends are seniors is that at the end of the day, you’re still just a sophomore.
“You guys having trouble with your phones?” Scott speaks up after fiddling with his phone for the last 10 minutes. Then, coincidentally, Stiles’ car breaks down. Stiles loves his car, but she’s old. She may break down here and there, but it’s nothing the old roll of duct tape can’t fix.
“Oh, what the hell.” Stiles mutters as his car rolls to a stop.
“You out of gas?” Liam asks, wondering why they’re stopping.
“No, it’s electrical. Probably the alternator again,” Stiles tells him, like he’s supposed to know what all that means. Stiles and Scott get out of the car, leaving Liam alone inside. Liam doesn’t know how long this is supposed to take, so he figures he’ll just pass the time with some music. He’s still feeling a little on edge, and Stiles definitely isn’t helping.
Liam is just putting an earbud in when he sees a bright light from the corner of his eye. He takes an earbud out of his ear and turns his head, but doesn’t see anything there but the empty road. Liam turns his head to look at the other two boys outside, concern clearly etched all over his face.
“Guys...” Liam calls for them, hesitantly. He turns his head back just in time to see a flash of lightning hit really close to the jeep. It was so close Liam could smell the hot fumes. It was so strong he almost thought it might have hit the car, but surely Stiles would have noticed. “Guys!” He calls them again, urgently this time.
“Yeah, give us a second, please.” Stiles says back, impatiently.
“Liam, stay in the car, okay?” Scott says like the good Alpha he is.
Liam’s heart is racing like crazy. He’s trying not to let his fangs show. A bolt of lightning hits a couple feet from Scott and Stiles, scaring them both.
After the car turns on, Liam sticks his head out of the window, nervous. He’d really rather get out of there before the next bolt hit the jeep.
“Can we go now?”
It was a quiet ride to the hospital. Liam kept his music playing, trying to concentrate on not shifting. He could still hear the two other boys make quiet conversation over the storm but mostly tuned them out. Once they arrived, Malia was excited to see Stiles. She was waiting with her father, Henry, who was a little tense about sending his daughter off in the night with three high school boys. He felt the need to remind Stiles that he owns a gun.
Once in the car, all three boys turned to Malia, expectedly.
“What?” Malia asks them, not up for any games.
“Did you find out yet?” Stiles asks her, impatiently, eager to find out, too. The look on Malia’s face shows she knows exactly what Stiles is talking about.
“Find out what?” Liam asks, wanting to know, too. He’s always the last to know everything.
“They’re gonna email me,” Malia replies to Stiles.
“Is this about summer school?” Liam guesses.
Malia looks at Stiles, incredulously. “You told him?”
Stiles looks caught out and doesn’t know how to reply. Liam doesn’t want to get Stiles in trouble, but just seems to dig himself deeper.
“Oh, no! All they said was you had to go to summer school ‘cause the principal said your test scores weren’t good enough and you might have to repeat Junior year.” Liam shrugs. Malia looks at Stiles again, miffed, before looking out the rain smudged window.
“We should have left him chained to the tree,” Stiles says nonchalantly.
Liam looks saddened by this and looks to his Alpha. Scott tries to reassure him, but every time he tries to help, he ends up making things worse. Maybe Stiles is right. They should’ve left him chained to the tree.
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saphira5 · 2 years
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Seth Clearwater x Vampire Reader Part 1
 Y/n was going to start a new life in a little town called Folks, A 20-year-old vampire. Your grandpa left you a house in this little town, (May) he called her, "Start new, start fresh, and see the new you" your grandpa told you before he died. Your grandpa was the only one who was left from your family. Y/n followed a dirt road to the house, y/n was luck you preferred a Motorcycle then a truck, The trees were thick and the path narrow. Y/n stops Infront of the house and head to the door. It just like you remembered; nothing has changed. Y/n grab the bag from your motorcycle and head back inside. Then y/n hears something in the distance, y/n runs to it and y/n see a sand-colored wolf. The wolf turns around and looks at you, then it runs away. Y/n watches the wolf run and then y/n heads back home before the sun rises. When night falls you head to the spot where you saw the wolf. You see 7 vampires, a human also another wolf shifter. "Hello, I am Carlise Cullen, my wife Esme Cullen". He then points to the vampire that has an arm around the human. "Edward Cullen my son, his girlfriend Bella, Rosalie Hale my daughter, her husband Emmet Cullen. Jasper my son and his wife Alice Cullen". You look at them strange, you thought all the vampire you have seen consume human blood, yet Bella is a human. "Y/n", " This is Jacob, and his cousin Seth". Bella pointed to the guy next to her with a tattoo on his right arm. Then she pointed to the kid no more than 15 next to him. You look at Seth for a bit they began to walk back to your house. You hear "I imprinted on you" Seth says, you look back " I don't care, stay out of my way". Y/n walks back and head inside the house, y/n thinks about what your grandpa said. You wait until nightfall to hunt for food. Y/n could smell Seth, once you walked out of your house, he was near, but you wear hungry, so you decided to deal with him later. You see a deer in the distance, y/n runs to it and bites the deer in its neck. Y/n finishes up when you hear something, y/n jumps up into the tree and sees Seth. Y/n jumps down behind him and taps his shoulder, he screams. Y/n laughs quietly, Seth turns around and sees you. "Y/n please don't do that again". Y/n hums, "what are you doing". Seth looks away and rubs the back of his neck you can smell the awkwardness off him. " I was watching you", Seth still not looking at you. Y/n "hmm, your luck I don't snap your neck", then you hear feet coming your way. Y/n looks and sees the Cullens and Jacob, "What happened Seth". Jacob was looking at Seth waiting for an answer. "I was watching y/n when she came up behind me and sacred me". Seth looks away sheepishly, Jacob looks at you, then you smell a newborn. Y/n looks up to the tree line and sees the newborn, y/n climbs the tree, you jump and catch the newborn from behind; you bite the newborn neck and you both begin to fall, you got up from the ground quick and began ripping its head off. Y/n begins eating the newborn when y/n looks up and see everyone looking at you strange, y/n begins eating again when Seth approaches y/n, you then hiss at him, "Back up". Seth puts his hands up and begins walking to the Cullens and Jacob. Y/n finishes eating the newborn and look at everyone. "You eat your own kind", y/n looks at Jacob "they aren't my kind, nothing but food to me". Carlise "I have never seen anything like this before". Y/n looks at him "Vampires never fear because they aren't prey, but now they are". "Can you come to the Cullen house; I would like to ask y/n questions". "ok". A few minutes you arrive at the Cullen house, Jasper opens the door for y/n. "Thank you, sir", "a pleasure ma'am". Y/n sit down at the table, Carlise sits in front of you the rest of the Cullen sit around the table. Jacob and Seth sit on the couch a few feet from the table. "Why do you eat vampires", "I always ate vampires, even when I was turned during 1914". Flashback in 1914 y/n was a young nurse in WW1, your brother (John) and y/n were sent to Alpha base. When y/n and John arrived with the rest of the platoon, the base was attacked, and y/n went to give aid when you got bite, y/n turned but when you woke up and looked for John, he was dead. You saw all the bodies of her platoon and her brother, their bodies ripped in two, the soil no longer light brown but dark red. Y/n then smelt something familiar, you followed the scent, you then see a base in the distance, y/n smells a heavy scent of something. Y/n then sees the Colonel, y/n was supposed to see when you arrived on Alpha base. Y/n smelt him; you meet him once before your transfer to Alpha base. “My newborns, we will win this war, for our country”. Y/n heads to another base and then y/n begins the retaliation of the Alpha base, end of flashback. "Can you walk in the sun", "Yes", y/n answered. "Where were you born and what did you do during the war". Y/n didn't answer, y/n looked at him and said "when I got turned, I retaliated against the alpha vampires in WW1, I lead a resistance; we killed hundreds and thousands of Alpha vampires. Kill or be killed, the food was newborns who died on the battlefield. You consume what you can and fight on". Y/n gets up and leaves, Seth follows you until y/n stops and looks at him. "Stay with your pack Seth, you will suffer if you follow me". Posted on 4/11/22 Part 2 coming Friday
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stardustedknuckles · 2 years
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The more I think about Bertrand refusing to help in the fight and hitting Fearne with the glass of brandy -
Dorian was unconscious at her feet, Orym prone on the ground, and Bertrand hit her from behind. For all any of them knew, this could have still been a trap he was in on and not a test - for all Fearne knew, her two closest friends were in mortal danger and there was a man who had led them here, who was refusing to help them, and had now actively engaged her attention in battle.
What I'm saying is Bertrand's goddamn lucky Fearne accepted Ashton's knife in his shoulder as enough, because whatever she would have done to him had she gotten there first would not have been half as kind.
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ahundredtimesover · 2 years
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The Love After (03)
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03: The Love After
Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader, ex!Yoongi x Reader
Genre/Tags: werewolf au; beta!jungkook x human!reader; angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, smut
Chapter (Series) Warnings: minor character death, grief and loss, depression, thoughts of one’s own death, animal attack, descriptions of wounds and injuries, heart attack, talk of death, almost fire, use of sex to cope, marking, sexual content (first times; fingering, breast play, oral (f receiving), handjob, unprotected sex) (18+)
Chapter Word count: 25.5k (oops)
Mini-Series summary: Every werewolf has a fate, interpreted by Amma and guided by the Moon. In this world, there are 2 Supreme Fates fully determined by Her - serve in the Wolf Warrior Clan or find your True Mate. You and Jungkook have neither. You both lost the loves of your lives to live out their Supreme Fates and it’s why you both hold resentment towards the mating system. Until the Ceremony happens and you and Jungkook are fated to each other, connected only by heartbreak, pain, and the long lost belief that you could ever love again.
A/N: Hiii it’s the final part! I cried, I swooned, I hurt, I loved with this, and I’m just glad I got to write something that I didn’t think I would and that you guys read it and enjoyed. I would also like to give credit to The Legend of the Smeraldo Flower. I needed something for that scene and realized later on how The Truth Untold just fits.
Thank you so much for reading and for all your lovely messages! Please stay safe and well 🥰
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It’s quite overwhelming when you enter the pack house. There are a lot more people than you expect gathered in the living area, all restless and worried, perhaps surprised and concerned with their Beta suddenly going unconscious.
That doesn’t happen - to werewolves in general and definitely not to him. Only Alphas are immortal but those who aren’t are still difficult to kill, difficult to hurt, at least physically. Only dismemberment or having their heart pulled out or burning can end them; any other types of injuries are manageable. 
You’re sure you’ve never heard of one falling off a cliff and then being unable to move, and you panic at what had happened to Jungkook for it to be this bad. 
“___!” Mi-Rae yells.
You run up the stairs and fall into her hug. 
“Can I see him?” You tremble.
She turns to one of the open doors where Jin-Ae is, and she shakes her head, prompting Mi-Rae to say no.
“I have to—“
“Not yet,” she interjects. “I mean, he just doesn’t look good. But he’ll survive, definitely. He’s just… not healing as fast.”
“What do you mean he’s not—“
“___, you’re here,” Namjoon bellows. “You should wait in the study; it’s more peaceful there.”
“I need to see him, Namjoon,” you demand. “He’s my mate. You need to let me see him.”
“Fine, just be ready, okay?” He gives in. “Just remember that he’s alive and he’ll be fine, even if it doesn’t seem like it right now.”
You nod and follow him to the infirmary, a room that could rival your town’s hospital in terms of equipment, and even service, as you see Baram and Inha, her mentor and one of the pack doctors, tending to Jungkook.
“You sure you want to see this?” Your sister asks worriedly.
You nod again and enter, your knees weakening at the sight of your mate in bed with what looks like broken legs and arms, gashes everywhere, and a bandage on his bleeding head. His breathing is slow, you can tell, as his bare chest barely moves.
It’s heartbreaking, seeing him helpless like this. It’s not in his nature to be, not just because he’s a Beta but because he’s Jungkook. He’s a lot stronger than this, you know that.
You stand there unable to move, not knowing what to do. You want to rip off the bandages and see the wounds heal with your own eyes to convince yourself that he’s fine. This isn’t the same man who had a laceration on his arm that looked like a scratch the next day, and then was completely gone the day after. 
But you also just want to hug him until he stops hurting, until he’s able to breathe again and look at you with those questioning eyes of his, and you can be the one this time who’ll look at him with certainty and tell him that he’ll be okay.
“We’re gonna work on his legs now,” Baram says, still next to you. “That one isn’t gonna look nor sound pretty. Stay with the others first. We’ll call you when he’s looking better.”
You comply, knowing that your sister is trying to protect you from yourself and how the sight of Jungkook like this will just affect you further.
Jin-Ae walks you to the study and makes you tea.
“Here, to help you calm down,” she says, motioning towards your shaking hands.
“Thank you,” you try to smile, but your quivering lips are keeping you from doing so.
“Do… do you know what happened?”
She looks unsure, perhaps thinking of which details to spare you. 
“Jin-Ae, please. I know you know. I know you were with him before he went on a hunt.”
You see her face fall a little, but you don’t bother to decipher what it may mean.
“I need to—”
“He was on the way back here,” you hear Namjoon’s deep voice, not realizing he’d entered. “But he saw the bear that almost attacked you, being close to town again, and I guess Jungkook wanted to send another message, or finish it, I don’t know, but the guys who were there said that they’d never seen him that angry.”
You let the Alpha’s words settle, unable to imagine Jungkook being that way. He’s strong and he kills only to provide, to protect.
“How did he fall off a cliff?”
“He was being reckless.”
You look up and see Seokjin in the room, his irate face a contrast to Namjoon’s sympathetic one. 
“He was running on pure rage and wanted to kill that bear out of revenge even if he didn’t have the strength for it. Because he’d been so weak,” the Beta’s voice grows louder. “The beast fought back and overpowered him, pushed him over the cliff like some rag doll and Jungkook didn’t stand a chance.”
“What happened to the—“
“I killed it, or else it would’ve come for the rest of us.” Seokjin’s tone is cold, and you’re not quite sure what you did to earn his ire.
You feel the tension and you don’t want to be here. You just want to be next to Jungkook where you’re supposed to be.
“I’m just gonna go to his room. He should be healed by now,” you stand and make your way to the door, but Seokjin’s voice stops you.
“He isn’t.”
“What do you mean?” You turn towards him.
“They said healing could take a week,” he informs. “But that’s just his body. Emotionally? I don’t know.”
You don’t miss the bitterness in his voice and what his statement implied, but you try not to mind it.
“Why is it gonna take so long? Don’t things like that just take hours?”
“They do. Not when he’s weak, though. How could a werewolf - a Beta - who’s found his mate, be that weak, that slow?”
You know there’s an answer, but you can’t help but think that everybody in the room knows except for you. The silence is deafening, as if they’re waiting for you to say something.
“___,” Namjoon’s calm voice lets you breathe. “You haven’t been marked, have you? You and Jungkook aren’t bonded yet?”
It feels like a very personal question, one you wish you don’t have to answer. Outside of this town, you wouldn’t mind talking about your sex life with your friends; what you did was just casual and lacked meaning, anyway. 
But mating for werewolves is sacred; the process is a given, it might as well be public knowledge. Taehyung did smell you the first time you and Jungkook did it; you wouldn’t be surprised if Namjoon and Seokjin, whose senses are far stronger, could detect it.
You look at the ground, unable to face them. “We uh, we mate but… he hasn’t… I haven’t been…” You trail.
You feel like it’s enough information for them to pick up what you mean to say, and they do. You just hope it wasn’t this quiet and you couldn’t feel their disappointed eyes on you.
“___, unbonded mating is just pleasure,” Namjoon states. “It doesn't mean much to our kind. It’s just… sex that takes up one’s energy, one that can’t be replenished. Not unless you’ve been marked and you two have been bonded, then there’s no strength to draw from, no emotions to share. It’s just him giving himself and not getting anything in return. That’s why he’s so weak,” Namjoon explains. “I asked Jin-Ae to speak to him earlier, ask how he’s doing and like we expected, he didn’t really say much, just that we shouldn’t worry about him.”
The pond, you remember. You’d seen Jin-Ae and Jungkook talk and you assumed it was old friends - lovers - just catching up. You know now why it felt too intimate; they were probably talking about you. She was probably comforting him about you. 
You go back to what Namjoon had said and recall that first time that you let Jungkook take you. More like, that you took from him. 
“But Jungkook said… he said it was okay, that he’s fine,” you try.
“Of course he would,” Seokjin retorts. “That’s how Jungkook is. I’m sure he doesn’t want you to worry; he never wants anyone to do that for him. His mate should, but clearly that’s not something you want to be. And that really sucks because he’s always worried about you, would spend days looking for a bracelet that reminds you of your former lover, would endanger himself to make sure you don’t get hurt again yet here you are, perfectly fine while he’s the one struggling to get through everyday because of you.”
“That’s enough!” Namjoon bellows, throwing Seokjin a heated look.
“You weren’t there,” Seokjin responds, voice sullen now. “You didn’t see it. It had him by the neck, it was ready to snap him in half. I was almost too late.”
The tears fall at the thought, at the image of Jungkook being helpless; one movement and he could’ve died. 
And it would’ve been your fault. 
Marking has always been part of the mating process, you know this. The bite seals the bond - something you’ve been avoiding all this time - and you hadn’t realized that being unbonded when a werewolf has found its mate can make them weak because you’re his other half that isn’t making him whole. Jungkook is living everyday with a big part of him missing even when you’re right there, and worse, you’ve been mating - taking from him selfishly, foolishly, without giving something in return. Not your strength, and definitely not your love.
You’d been so focused on your own pain that you haven’t been paying attention to his - the one that you caused because you aren’t ready; you didn’t want to be.
You remember Amma’s words from earlier, how you’ll know how to comfort him when you’re ready. You think about what Jin-Ae said to you near the pond, wishing that Jungkook could get strength from you. 
“I’m so sorry,” you sob, unable to pull yourself together.
Jin-Ae comes to your aid, arms wrapping around you as you falter.
“Tell that to him,” Seokjin chides. “Let’s just hope that will be enough.”
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It’s another 2 hours before you’re able to enter the room and see Jungkook. In the time in between, you forced yourself to eat the soup they offered you for dinner and cried some more, although you know it would take more than that to gain the energy you need to stay with him and give him what he needs. 
You sit on his bedside now and watch his sleeping form. The bruises on his face and body are lighter but the gashes are still there, red and screaming. In the quiet, you gaze at the beauty you never cared to pay attention to - his long lashes barely fluttering against his caramel skin, his slightly big nose adding to his charm; pink, chapped lips you don’t know the taste of. 
He looks so tired, even as he’s asleep, and you wonder how much more he has in him before he breaks, if he hasn’t already.
His torso is bare, a mere blanket draped over it. There are more abrasions on his chest and his limbs, and you trace the ones on his arms, wishing more than anything that you could touch all his pain away, let whatever strength you have left course through his veins this way. 
Your fingertips graze his hand, outlining the veins and other scratches that are there. They’re so rough, so heavy, like they’re pulling the weight of the whole world with them, and that wouldn’t be an incorrect assumption. Jungkook’s been carrying your pain all this time, and there had been no one doing the same thing for him.
You turn his hand, palm facing up, and you gently fit yours in his. You hold him like this - start small, you think - and trace patterns with your thumb of all the things you used to love - the birds, the clouds, the moon, the sun. 
You lay your head on the bed as you continue your motions, eyes drifting to sleep as you hum a lullaby you remember that your grandfather used to sing. Jungkook will wake up with you like this, and you can only hope that unlike you, he won’t pull away.
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You wake up late the next morning with a warm hand patting your head, realizing it’s your mother, urging you to have breakfast after she heard you barely ate last night. You resist, but she wins, saying that Jungkook would need you strong and well when he regains his consciousness. 
You wash up after eating with the rest of your family, Jimin, and your friends, and change into the clothes that Jin-Ae lends you. You return to Jungkook’s room with Baram taking notes, and she gives you a hug when you enter. 
“Why isn’t he waking up?” You ask. “Shouldn’t he at least be conscious by now?”
“We’re not letting him,” she shares. “His wolf genes are helping him heal but he just needs to rest and sleep. He was restless when he woke up last night and wanted to get back out to kill the bear. We had to explain that Seokjin took it down and that you were safe in here.”
“He asked about me?” You quiver.
“First thing,” she smiles. 
It comforts you somehow, but all the more you want him to wake up so you could apologize. But she’s right. You know Jungkook to be a very hardworking man. If he’s not on a hunt or patrolling, he’s fixing something in the cabin or cutting trees or chopping wood or creating something. He barely rests, and this may be the only time that he gets to. 
“You know that he’s gonna be okay, right?” Baram says. “It looks really bad now but trust me, in a few days’ time, there won’t be any traces of his wounds.”
“I know. It’s his heart I’m worried about,” you mumble. “Werewolves don’t have the regenerating genes for that, do they?”
“No, they don’t.” Amma’s words echo in the room as she enters. “That’s what mates are for.”
“What if I caused it?” You ask.
“All the more, then,” she smiles, comforting you as she always does.
You savor her words and turn back to Jungkook, his breathing now seemingly normal compared to yesterday.
“I know you want to stay here with him but he’ll be asleep for a couple more hours. Why don’t you walk with me outside?” Amma offers. “The weather is nice for a stroll.”
You think you’ll probably lose your mind just staying here and being alone with your thoughts, so you go to the garden and bask in the feel of the sun’s rays on your skin, enjoying the last bits of spring before summer rolls around.
“I feel like I should apologize to you,” you start, shyly looking her way.
“And why is that?”
“You interpreted this, you called for him and me to be fated. I know that the mating process is sacred and I feel like I betrayed it, because we aren’t bonded. In a way, I feel like I betrayed you, too.”
“I supposed that was why,” she responds. “He comes out here every morning to check on everybody, and he hasn’t been looking well the past few weeks. I know it’s been hard for both of you since, well, since the Ceremony.”
“I was just upset and I—“
“You don’t have to explain it to me, ___,” she grins. “You and Jungkook are mature adults. I’m sure it’s something you both discussed and agreed on.”
“If it had been so bad though, he could’ve marked me if he wanted,” you muse. “When I fell in the river and I lost consciousness… He could’ve done something.”
“___, that’s not how marking works. It’s in the nature of werewolves to mark their mate but unless you’re on the verge of death, Jungkook can only mark you with your consent, with your readiness,” Amma explains. 
“That’s what a bond is - it’s a commitment, my child; it’s about carrying what the other is carrying, feeling what they’re feeling, no matter how hard or painful. If your heart isn’t ready, your body will reject it, and that will hurt you, too. And you know he doesn’t want to hurt you, you’ve already been through enough.”
It hits you like a freight train. Jungkook never forced you. Of all the times you’d had sex, he was always so careful. You think now that the shift in his breathing and his restrained growls whenever he’d kiss your neck was due to the strong urge to mark you, but he never tried. He controlled himself every time because he knew what it would mean. Your body would go through changes that would be too much, you’d be tied to him for the rest of your lives and not unless you’re ready and willing, your body would react negatively. 
The guilt hits you again, but this time, it’s paired with frustration. How could the two of you be fated like this? All it’s done is hurt both of you, especially him. 
“Jungkook needs you,” she cuts through your thoughts. “Werewolves are physically strong but they need their other half to survive; they need that person to fill that other part of them. And that’s you. He needs you, ___. He needs your strength.”
It’s too much, it always was. You can’t even get yourself together; how can you be someone else’s source of strength?
“I’m not… I’m not strong, Amma.”
“You are, my child, you’ve always been. You feel things - your pain, your anger, your fears. You feel them all; Jungkook buries them.”
The words hit you. It’s something you’ve never thought about. You think you’ve been so weak this whole time, unable to move on, to be grateful for even living; unable to see the meaning of all this.
You’re reminded of all that pain and anger and fear that caused the hole within you that you allowed to get bigger, that left you cold and unwilling.
“Was Yoongi fated to die?” You ask the question that you’ve been avoiding.
“Yes, he was.”
It’s been months, but it doesn’t hurt any less.
“Yoongi never thought he was anyone special, but a person with a Supreme Fate isn’t always the one who stands out, or whom everyone notices. But they’re destined to protect their kind, to protect us.”
You want to disagree; Yoongi was all kinds of special; you knew the moment you laid eyes on him. There was just something about him that drew you in; his silence spoke to you in a way that no one else’s had.
“He was gifted with a brilliant mind, one that he sharpened. He had an extensive amount of knowledge of our history and of other creatures’, perhaps from all the reading he does,” she explains. “It’s what led him to discover some secrets of our supposed allies, exposing them for putting packs in danger and selling information to hunters. That's why they took his heart and killed him.”
The whole truth shakes your core, even if it’s one of the possibilities that Namjoon brought up when you begged him for answers. He wouldn’t tell you how or why Yoongi died. You’d tried to accept the worst of them, knowing that you can’t be any more hurt, and the confirmation does just that.
“Did he know?” You tremble.
“Yes, he did.”
You choke back the tears until you no longer can, and Amma takes you in her arms. 
For the three years that you let yourself wither away and resent everything - the Moon, the fates, this town - Yoongi lived knowing that at one point, it would all end. He lived everyday knowing that he wasn’t going to see you again. He loved you so much, you know that, and you can’t imagine what he might’ve felt that whole time.
“He didn’t know when, but he thought he had more time,” she says. “He thought you would have more time.”
“To what?” You quiver.
“To move on from him leaving. To move on from him. It’s why he never sent letters, why he never called. He thought that the time and distance would make it easier for you to forget.”
“But it didn’t,” you cry. “I can’t forget, I don’t think I ever will.”
“Pain becomes a part of us, it’s how we know that anything is real. And he knew that. He lived with it everyday when he was away from you,” she says. “But what he wanted you to forget was how that pain took away the best parts of you - your energy, your joy, your love for the simplest things. He wanted more time for you to get those back.”
“How… How do you know all this?”
“He’d send me a letter every year,” Amma smiles, recalling how she looked forward to those, missing them now that he’s gone.
“The first one was about his anger, the second one was his understanding, the last one was his acceptance. He wanted you to be happy, ___. You were his great love, even if he wasn’t yours; he knew at one point you were going to find your mate, that you were going to find your great love.”
“How is this supposed to be my great love if I don’t think I can love anymore after I lost the first one?” You turn towards her, eyes begging for things to make sense. 
“I… I care about Jungkook. I worry for him. But I don’t know how to love him. I don’t know if I can love him better, or more. He deserves that.”
“It isn’t about that, my child,” she says, wiping the tears that fall from your face.
“You’re meant to love Jungkook, even if you loved someone before him. It’s not about loving more or better or deeper. It’s about learning to love after. That’s what the love between you and him is about. 
You love with all of you; that’s why it’s hard to let go of Yoongi; so does Jungkook, but that’s why he was able to let Jin-Ae go, because he knew she was meant to be something great, something with Namjoon, and it’s nothing like Jungkook could ever give her.”
Her warm eyes yearn for you to understand, to see your strength and ability to love as parts of who you are.
“You both love so hard, my child. There’s so much of yourself you could give, it could fill a hole as big as what Jungkook has in his heart because of a love that wasn’t meant to be. But so does he; he could fill the space caused by what you lost. That could only happen if you let each other heal, as one. As you’re fated to be.”
She hums as the birds fly by, momentarily soothing you.
“You still have love inside you, ___. You just need someone to give it to.”
Your heart is heavy, but it’s not all because of the pain this time, and you know with everything that happened, you can’t waste any more time resenting yourself and feeling guilty over what you’d done - hurting Jungkook - and what you didn’t - learning to love him. You know that will take a while. You feel like it’s something you have to relearn - you loved with the best parts of you; Yoongi reminded you that you need to get those back. 
A part of you wishes you’d known all this sooner; it might have spared you and Jungkook the pain somehow, but you know it doesn’t work that way. Some messages only really come across when you experience the worst of things, and sadly, he had to go through it with you.
“Are you going to be okay, sweetie?” Amma asks, as your eyes wander far away. 
“I hope so,” you mumble. “I just, uhm…”
“Take your time. You don’t rush things like this.”
You nod, finding comfort in her words again. You wish you had her patience. It must’ve been frustrating for her to know all this then watch you be stubborn and fall apart; it must’ve been too heavy carrying all this with her, absorbing everyone else’s heartaches and comforting them like she’s seen worse. And maybe she has.
“I’ll return to him now,” you smile, feeling like you’ve gotten what you needed. “Thank you, Amma.”
“He’s gonna need a home, okay?” She says before you walk away. “He’s empty and he’s gonna need a place where he doesn’t feel alone, where he feels loved. I hope you get to create that one day.”
Home.
Home was this town, then your parents’ house, then your room. You realize it’s gotten smaller and smaller. But even then, you had people around you - home became them; when you were alone, nothing felt like it.
While Jungkook always just had… himself. 
He had Jin-Ae, until he didn’t, and then it’s just been him and his cabin. Before you, no one else would go there, you’d learned from your friends. Jungkook preferred to keep to himself, they said. You can’t imagine having so much space and feel like you’re trapped, all by yourself.
But he welcomed you, as he should, and you stayed there keeping your distance, using his warmth to ease your pain, but pulling away when he needed yours. 
Home. You want a place to feel like that again. You start to think that it isn’t so bad if it’s with him.
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You make it back to Jungkook’s room with him still in his sleeping form. You didn’t realize how much it would hurt to know how much pain he’s in, that in a split second, he could’ve been taken away from you, too. But he’s here and he’s alive, and you’ll stay next to him until he wakes up, until you get to tell him that you’re sorry.
You spot a pile of books on the bedside table and see a note on top.
You might be here a while. Might as well. - N
You smile at the thought. At least he’s not hostile, thinking that Namjoon has all the reasons to be angry at you for being the cause of his Beta’s weakened state. But he’d been understanding and even comforting, and right now, that’s what you need.
The books are not your usual reads. You often go for the ones detailing the character’s life at a farm or the city, or their inner turmoil after a tragedy, or their discovery of the meaning of life after their death. 
But these are more adventurous, more fantastical. There’s a book about a war nurse who time travels centuries into the past; there’s one about a fisherman who discovers a city existing underneath the ocean; there’s another of a collection of creatures of the world, and the last, the one about a rich man with a beautiful garden and who never took his mask off; it’s the one you choose.
You settle on the seat next to the bed, already enthralled by the description of the castle and its exquisite garden in just the first few pages. You want to share it and imagine it out loud, and you suddenly think that if it’s about trying to make a home, you can start here.
Jungkook never asked you about the books you read, although you’ve caught him a few times looking at the ones on the shelf he built you. 
“Take one, you might like it,” you’d told him once.
He had a shy look on his face then, and he shook his head no.
“I don’t really read. The words sound so lame in my head,” he’d said. 
He may not be the reading type, but you have a feeling he’s the listening one.
So you read the story out loud. You read about the fountains and the large trees, the flowers that grew everywhere, and the rare ones that only bloomed in the man’s garden. You read about the man’s pain and loneliness, his mask to hide it all, and the woman he’d seen who’d snuck in and took interest in the blue flower that he loved, and how seeing her everyday brought him immense joy, her innocence and love of beauty captivating him. 
It’s near sundown by the time that Jimin and Mi-Rae arrive, sending you dinner because you’d refused to go down for a meal and leave Jungkook. You’d spent the whole afternoon reading the story, getting immersed in the world between your fingertips. 
“Sorry to disturb your moment but you need to eat, ___,” your cousin says, placing the food on the table.
“Huh?” You look up at him, closing the book and setting it aside. “What moment? I was just reading. Thought I could pass the time.”
Jimin cocks his eyebrow then motions towards your hand still clasping Jungkook’s.
“Oh.”
You slowly remove your hand, shyly smiling, as you hadn’t realized that you’d held onto him the whole time.
“Got carried away, I guess, and I thought maybe he could hear it.”
“He can,” Mi-Rae confirms. “Being in induced sleep doesn’t take away his wolf senses. Your voice is probably just faint but I’m sure he can hear it.”
You let out a satisfied hum, your heart warming at the thought that Jungkook might’ve heard you tell the story. You think it’s the only thing you could do right now, since there’s not much else you could help him with; you could at least entertain him or something.
The three of you eat your meals, with Jin-Ae and Namjoon joining you for a while. Taehyung stops by, too, before he had to leave for his night shift patrolling the town. The bear that attacked you and Jungkook might be dead, but Seokjin doesn’t want to take chances; he wants to make sure that no other wild animals wander too close to town. 
The baked pastries become too overwhelming to ignore, and you nag Jimin to give you some despite having just eaten.
“Chicken hand pies,” he says. “Grandfather says that Jungkook liked them, and wanted him to have them when he woke up.”
“Grandfather likes feeding people, doesn’t he?” You giggle.
“Yeah, and well, Jungkook never left your side all those times. Think of it as a thank you of some sort,” your cousin replies. 
You nod and savor the scent. Nothing beats your grandfather’s pies. You always loved how they just brought people together, and how he was so good at making those around him feel comfortable and at ease. You’re sure he’d done that with Jungkook over these same pies more than once.
“Feels like home, doesn’t it?” Mi-Rae asks. 
This was part of her childhood, too. Her senses got so much stronger by the time she hit puberty and could smell something baking in your kitchen from her bedroom. 
“It does,” you sigh. “I miss making them, too, actually.”
“You should, perhaps when you get back to the cabin,” she responds. “Might help make the place feel like it.”
“Like what?”
“Like it’s a home. It’s what you both need. It’s what you both can make each other feel.”
“I don’t know how to do that,” you say, your voice marred with a tinge of sadness. “I don’t, uh…”
The embarrassment hits you harder than you’d expected, as you realize that you don’t really know Jungkook. You know how he is, but you don’t know him. Your heart and mind decided it didn't want to.
“I don’t know what home is like for him. I don’t know him well enough for that.”
Mi-rae looks sympathetic, and you already expect those vague words of you’ll know that you’ve been hearing from basically everyone else. 
“Maybe he doesn’t know it, too,” she says, surprising you. 
“When he lived in the pack house, he always looked out for everybody and had a role to play. Taehyung said that all Jungkook did was work - if he wasn’t protecting Jin-Ae or patrolling, he was in the forests collecting wood then making things. After he left for the mountains, he just lived there by himself, in a cabin so bare, devoid of anything other than what’s basic. I don’t think he knows what home is supposed to feel like, either.”
She smiles softly. “Maybe that’s why you’re here. The pack is a family, ___, we all look out for each other. But he’s a Beta; he’s meant to ensure everyone’s survival, including this town’s. That gets pretty lonely.”
She takes your hand in hers. 
“You know how home feels like, and that means you know how to make one, too. For him, and for you.”
You merely nod, only half processing her words but it gives you hope that you at least know where to start. 
It’s not long after when Jimin and Mi-Rae leave, and you return to Jungkook’s side after you’ve had your shower. You hold his hand and return to the story of the masked man and the flowers that bloomed, how he wanted to give all of them to the woman but he was afraid. His own loneliness scared him and he didn’t want it to scare her, too. 
You read about how the woman wanted to steal the flowers so she could sell them, but she’d been too entranced by them and feared that those who’d buy them wouldn’t be able to truly appreciate them. She wanted to ask the owner of the garden about it but they never showed up; she’d only seen a masked figure but nothing more. 
You finish the story quietly and close the book. Everything feels heavy, as the past days have thrown you in a state of fear and worry and regret that you suddenly don’t know how to manage. The truth about Yoongi, about your fate, about Jungkook, and what you’re both supposed to mean to each each hurt you. And oddly enough, it’s Jungkook that you want to hold you, but he’s unable to, so you hold his hand instead.
“I’m so sorry, for everything,” you whisper, as the dark envelopes the town and you have but a lamp next to you, giving you ample light to see Jungkook’s breathing form, his eyes still closed. 
You keep in mind what your best friend had said, that Jungkook could hear your voice, though faint, and you think that is enough - to be able to apologize to him, knowing he could hear you, but not fully awake for you to see the pain on his face as you say the words.
“All I’ve done was focus on my own pain, and not once did I consider yours.”
You trace patterns on his hand with your fingers, hoping he could remember this, too.
“All you’ve done was protect me, understand me, help me grieve over a love that was long gone, and I blamed you for things that I couldn’t accept because I was so scared to let go. I harbored this anger for years and I resented you for being so kind because I haven’t been that to anybody, not even to myself.”
You wipe the tears that fall, the feeling of crying because of guilt, something new. 
“And now you’re here, in this state, because of me. And my heart dropped when I found out what happened to you and I knew, even though I barely showed it, that I care. I care about you, Jungkook. I hope it’s not too late.”
You end up saying more than you expected, yet you’re still unable to stop. 
“But I want to apologize, too, for not trying with you. I said I would but… so much has just been taken from me that I’ve got nothing left for myself. But I know that, uh, that’s why you’re here. The same way I’m here for you, because you’ve been in pain, too, and I hope one day I get to fill whatever’s missing.”
The words are hard to say, but you know it’s mostly because you’re still dealing with a lot. And no matter how much your friends and family comfort you, somehow, those don’t feel enough. A lot of things don’t, and your heart aches in a different kind of way as you realize that it’s because the man who can truly comfort you is right here, recovering, and you can’t wait for him to be okay.  
You caress his hand again, and you can’t help but think that this feels nice. You think back to the conversations the past few days, and your lips turn into a smile. 
“Wake up soon, okay?” You whisper close to him. “We have a home to build.”
You lay your head on the bed and drift to sleep, and you don’t see the tears that fall down Jungkook’s face.
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Jungkook wakes up after the longest sleep of his life, and he’s not used to being bedridden and inactive for days. He knows this should’ve tired him, but it didn’t; in fact, he feels rested and ready to expend his energy. Perhaps he could run in the forest or collect some wood, he thinks. 
He feels the warmth in his hand and turns towards it, seeing your limp body seated on the chair next to his bed, head and neck probably aching from your uncomfortable position. But he softens at the sight; you’d never held his hand like this; he has, but you haven’t, and he knows you’d been holding onto it these past nights. 
“Hey, are you feeling better?” Baram cuts through his thoughts and approaches him. 
She checks the wounds on his limbs and chest and smiles softly at your sleeping form. 
“A lot better,” Jungkook responds. “It was a pretty good sleep, actually. How long was I out?”
“Not long,” Baram responds. “We were expecting that we’d need to keep you in induced sleep for a few more days but we noticed your wounds.”
She removes the bandage on Jungkook’s head, revealing a mere scar of what used to be a large gash that wouldn’t stop bleeding two nights ago. 
“They’re healing faster than we expected,” she continues.
A deep breath escapes you before you wake up, head lifting and eyes squinting. You smile at your sister then turn to Jungkook, eyes now widening at the sight of him conscious.
“You’re awake,” you mutter. “You’re uh, you’re okay.”
Jungkook smiles and nods, unable to still form words at the sight of you next to him, your hand still in his, and he’s afraid you’d let go. 
“I told you he’d be,” Baram says.
“Yeah but, Seokjin said it would take a few more days. And your wounds… they’re healing fast again.”
“Well, I think that helped,” she motions towards your hand. “You haven’t let him go.”
Your eyes follow hers and you suddenly feel flustered. You’re about to remove your hand but Jungkook grips it to keep you there. 
“Please, not yet,” he whispers shyly. 
You nod and tighten your grip again, and you’d missed the smile that forms on his face.
“So, does this mean that he can leave already?” You ask.
“We’ll give him another day or two. It’s still best if he gets to rest here, although I would advise for you to stick around.”
“I will,” you hum. 
“Okay, good. I’ll tell Amma that Jungkook’s awake and have food brought up for the both of you,” Baram says. 
“Just lay in bed, alright? You’re not yet fully recovered,” she turns to Jungkook, who responds to her with a nod, before she leaves the room.
It’s a little awkward, even if you’ve both spent days and nights in silence before. You don’t know how much of what you said last night actually reached him, but he’s looking at you intently and you’re getting a little nervous.
“What happened to the story?” Jungkook wonders.
It takes a while before it registers that he’s referring to the book you read to him.
“You really heard me?” 
“It was a bit faint but I could make out most of the words,” he shrugs. “I vaguely remember the woman not showing up anymore and then you stopped. Did he finally reveal himself?”
“It actually ended sadly,” you mumble. “I just read quietly because it was a bit heavy. She, uh… she died, and the man wouldn’t have known that if he hadn’t left the castle and searched for her. He waited for 3 years, and she’d been dead just as long.”
“That’s… quite depressing. Is that a book you bought?”
You shake your head no. “Namjoon lent me a couple of them. It was the shortest one. I didn’t realize it was that sad. But knowing him, he was probably trying to tell me something.”
“Which is?”
“Don’t hide behind your pain? Give people a chance?” You meet Jungkook’s eyes. “Don’t wait too long to tell someone you care about them?”
“Is that why you, uh, is that why you cried?”
You nod, then suddenly realizing he’d heard your apology, maybe faintly, but you don’t want to bring it up, as you might’ve said them so softly that he probably barely heard it.
“I forgive you,” he says, and it’s the confirmation you weren’t really hoping for, although you’re glad that he at least knows you’re sorry.
“As long as you forgive me, too,” he continues.
“For what, Jungkook? I’m the one who’s so difficult to be with. Like I said, I blamed you for things you had nothing to do with.”
“I wasn’t honest with you about me. I should’ve let you know that I understood you, that I knew what that pain felt, but I just kept it all in. I guess I was scared, too. I should’ve done more,” he explains.
“Why are you so forgiving? Why do you burden yourself with this?” You ask, almost pleading not to let him take any of the blame for what happened to the both of you.
“I just don’t want to see you hurt and sad.”
“And I don’t want to be those things anymore, too.”
You both share a look of understanding, as if he’s telling you that he’ll help you, and you’re telling him that this time, you’ll help yourself. 
“Jungkook, my child, I’m glad you’re well,” Amma’s soothing voice echoes in the room. “And you too, my dear,” she looks at you, glancing at your joined hand with Jungkook. “I’m happy that you seem to be doing well, too.”
You and Jungkook both bow in gratitude, sharing with her that he could leave by tomorrow, the earliest.
“Tomorrow? That’s fast,” Namjoon says, entering the room, as you hadn’t noticed him standing by the door.
“He’s doing better,” you let out a smile, but it fades once you see Seokjin enter, too, face still looking irate and distrustful of you, and you quickly let go of Jungkook’s hand.
“That has everything to do with ___,” Amma says.
“Acting like a mate now, finally,” Seokjin says bitterly, and you don’t miss his hardened gaze and clenched jaw directed at you. “Took you long enough.”
You see Jungkook’s face turn sour, so does Namjoon’s, who lets out a low growl towards his other Beta. 
“I apologize for him,” Namjoon says. “He doesn’t know when to—“
“It’s okay, I mean, he’s right,” you stammer. “Seokjin saved Jungkook and he wouldn’t even need to if it wasn’t for me.”
You stand up, feeling unable to handle the tension, and excuse yourself.
“I’ll just get our food, you need to eat,” you tell Jungkook, then head out.
You make it to the kitchen and find Jin-Ae filling a bowl with soup.
“Hi, ___,” she chirps. “I heard Jungkook’s awake. I’m glad that he is. I was just preparing your food and was going to send them to you.”
“He is,” you smile, her warmth helping you quell the bit of insecurity you feel around her as Jungkook’s first love. “And it’s alright, I was gonna take it. It’s kind of ten—“
You’re cut off by growls and loud thumping from right above you, and you’re set into a panic until Jin-Ae tells you to calm down.
“That’s how those 3 argue, it’s normal,” Jin-Ae laughs. “This house can withstand them and their strength, don’t worry.”
“Why are they arguing?”
“Jungkook’s protective of you, ___, even to his own Beta, even his Alpha. I’m sure Jungkook’s giving Seokjin a piece of his mind, probably telling him not to disrespect you again.”
You frown, not wanting to be the cause of conflict among the three.
“It’s natural, Seokjin would understand,” Jin-Ae assures you. “They’re brothers; things like that happen. And werewolves are like that, you know?”
“Like what?”
“Loyal, faithful. They’ll protect their mate until their death, and they’ll stand by you even if it hurts.”
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You stand outside the room, tray in hand, unsure when you should go in. The growling has stopped, but you could still hear raised voices inside, so you wait until those have died down, too.
The door opens and you meet Namjoon’s smile.
“You’ve been standing there a while,” he says. “Come in.”
“I, uh, I didn’t want to intrude. Seemed like a pretty intense conversation,” you explain, entering and setting the food on the table. 
You try not to look at Seokjin but you could still feel his eyes on you. You look at Jungkook instead.
“I brought you food. You should have something to eat.”
“You can all leave us now,” Jungkook says, prompting everyone to do so.
You place a napkin on his chest, then, with a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, you feed him.
His look softens before he opens his mouth, and he suddenly looks like a little boy with a giddy smile on his face. It’s been days since he’s eaten and you’re sure he’s been waiting for this, too.
“Everything okay? We could hear the growling from the kitchen,” you say, giving him another spoonful.
“I just gave Seokjin a piece of my mind. He didn’t have the right to speak to you like that, and he admitted it wasn’t the first time.” 
Jungkook’s face hardens, as he recalls the way his brother spoke about you, with such anger and resentment. He blames you for Jungkook’s state, something Jungkook didn’t take well. 
“It’s okay. I mean, he has a point. I… I haven’t been doing my part. I haven’t been good to you.” 
Your voice falls at the admission, and somehow it hurts more saying it like this to him, knowing he’d insist it isn’t your fault, even if you know that it is.
“___,” Jungkook rests his hand on yours. “Things have been hard for you. And I know you didn’t want this, didn’t want—“
You turn away at the words you’d said to him not long ago, words you’d said out of anger that you regret more than anything else.
“It’s a lot to ask you to learn to live with a stranger and act like things are fine. You were hurting, and I never blamed you for that,” Jungkook continues. “I can understand pain. Not like yours, but that’s exactly why. I couldn’t ask you for anything more.”
“I was being stubborn and selfish,” you admit. “I was just focused on how this whole thing affected me and what I could get out of it.”
Your head bows down at the reminder of another thing you never really apologized for, something you’re most ashamed about. “I was using you… and, uh, I didn’t realize how that was taking so much out of you.”
“I told you, I wanted that, too. You weren’t the only one wanting to feel something else other than pain.”
“Yes, but I didn’t let you mark me. I didn’t want you to,” you state, turning away again. “You got so weak and it was because of me. You could’ve… you could’ve died.”
You can’t help the tears that fall at the thought, the image that Seokjin gave you imprinted in your mind. 
“I don’t… I don’t want you to die, Jungkook,” you whimper.
I need you. The words are hard to say, so you keep them locked in your mind, hoping one day you get to say them to him, too.
“I won’t, I’m okay. Look,” he insists, turning your chin so you could face him. “I survived and I’m healing. And it’s because of you.”
“But I put you there, and Seokjin is the one who saved you,” you remind him. “So please don’t be angry at him.”
“I’m not. I just, I just can’t have him treat you like that, even if I know he’s just looking out for me. I’ll always stand by you, you should know that.”
He’ll stand by you even if it hurts, Jin-Ae said. That’s all Jungkook’s felt with you - pain.
“Thank you, Jungkook.” 
You give him another spoonful and he insists that you eat as well.
“After I feed you,” you say. “This is more important.”
He smiles and you go on like that, with you needing to ask for more plates of meat, and you’d almost forgotten that this is a werewolf who didn’t get to eat for days.
“You’ll need to get your energy back, okay? I’ll ask mother to buy things in the market for me so I can cook you food.”
“Yeah, like what?” His eyes widen in excitement.
“You liked the roast beef that she made. And Amma gave me the recipe for the rabbit stew we had during the Ceremony. And I can make the broiled pork. You liked that, too.”
“I did,” he smiles, his heart warming that you remember. 
“And I’ll ask to buy more fruits and vegetables. You need those.”
His face sours and you laugh. 
“Fine, as long as you’ll feed me,” he teases.
“I will, Jungkook. I will.”
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You spend that last day at the pack house with Jungkook. You read him a book again, the one containing a collection of short tales and you get to at least 10 before you both call it a night. He insists on you sleeping on the couch this time, as he knows you haven’t had proper rest since you’ve been staying next to him, his hand in yours, making sure he’s okay.
It takes a long while before he falls asleep. His eyes settle on you and the way the moon shines over your features. You look more at peace than he remembers, and while he initially wanted you to sleep next to him, just so he could continue to heal - knowing that’s what your sincere and affectionate touch can do to him - he didn’t want to push it. 
This is enough, though, as he could see you better  you like this. He knows there’s still more he needs to do for both of you to get to where you need to be - love is created and nurtured, after all; in your case, he always knew that being fated as mates didn’t automatically mean you’d fall in love right away. 
But now, he knows he wants to. He wants to know what it’s like to love and be loved again, assured this time that it will last because it’s meant to. But he knows it will take time, and he’s willing to wait until you’re ready, until you’re willing. 
It’s the next day when you awaken to Jimin nudging your arm, telling you it’s late in the morning and that Jungkook can go home after you both have lunch.
You all head to the outdoor dining and eat with everyone else living there, and you can’t take your eyes off Jungkook, as you constantly worry he’s just forcing himself to be okay so you could both go home already. 
But he gets through lunch with ease. His appetite is back and you’re just glad that he seems to have regained a bit of the energy he’d lost. 
You go back to the room to freshen up and pack what little things he has, then head out, but Seokjin waiting by the door stops you. Jungkook protectively wraps his arm around you at the sight of his Beta, the elder not looking as furious as he had been the past few days. 
“I’m not sorry for being angry, but I’m sorry for speaking to you the way I did,” he says, not meeting your eyes. “I should’ve been more mindful.”
“It’s okay,” you respond. “We say things when we’re scared and upset, and that’s what you were. Thank you for saving Jungkook’s life. I… I owe you for that.”
“He’s my brother. I couldn’t just let him die.”
You smile and nod while both men exchange looks of what seem to be forgiveness and assurance, but no other words are said. You feel lighter, as the weight of Seokjin’s blame and anger towards you dissipate.
You walk towards the car where Jimin is waiting, as he’s tasked to drive you and Jungkook back to the cabin.
“This place needs tidying up,” you say, as you arrive and look around and see the dust that’s accumulated and the kitchen you hadn’t cleaned. 
“I’ll help,” Jungkook offers.
“No. You’re going to rest for a few more days, that’s what Inha and Baram said.”
“___, I’m a werewolf. I don’t… I don’t need to rest. I’ve just been in bed and I feel weaker when I’m not doing anything.”
“Fine,” you give in. “Just don’t overdo yourself.”
He follows and does what you ask of him. You both clean up, vacuuming the floors and wiping everything else, doing the laundry and fixing up in the kitchen. It takes longer than expected, as you had mid-afternoon snacks and dinner after, but you’re spent by the time you clean up, and all you want to do is have a good night's sleep.
You walk to the bed and see Jungkook on his back, his hands on his sides, and eyes wandering the ceiling. You wonder what’s gotten into him, acting a little awkward, until you realize that before his attack, both of you had been sleeping the way you did during those early days.
He eyes you warily, unsure what to do, but you lie next to him, on your back, then you take his hand in yours.
“You’re not yet fully healed,” you say softly. “This might help.”
It’s better than what he expected, which is you sleeping on your side again, your back towards him the way you had at the start and even recently, but that latter bit was also because of him. He was afraid to see the pain in your eyes but now, he’s still afraid; he’s just not sure of what.
“It will,” he says, gripping your hand. “Goodnight, ___.”
“Goodnight, Jungkook.”
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You wake up the next morning still on your back, but Jungkook is on his side, facing you. You’re still holding hands, and you remove yours because of the numbness yet he still doesn’t budge. You think he really is still trying to gain the rest of his strength back, so you just let him sleep.
You wash up and get ready for work, since Jungkook insisted last night that he’d be fine and can manage on his own; you’ve missed too many days already and you’re getting a little ashamed, given that your supervisor never minded your absences since you’re the Beta’s mate.
You prepare Jungkook enough food to last him until the afternoon, and you’re surprised to see him dressed by the time you enter the bedroom. 
“Where are you going?” You ask.
“Garage, to work,” he says casually. “I still have to earn, you know.”
“Right,” you smile. “I’ll head out. I’ll be back right after work and prepare dinner.”
You arrive in the afternoon with food prepared on the table and Jungkook’s proud face. He tells you that he went on a run, assuring you that he only did so nearby, and he needed to, as he can’t go on too long without shifting. You resume your usual talks about what else you both did during the day, and end the night in the same position as the one before.
Jungkook closes his eyes but he’s not sleeping, wondering what could possibly be on your mind. He’s unable to read them, as you’re not bonded yet, and even then, he wouldn’t do it, even if he wishes he could, just so he’ll know what he should do.
You’re here next to him, holding his hand by your initiation, yet somehow, you don’t feel as close as he wants. There’s still that bit of distance, that detachment, and he’s afraid that once the worry and guilt have worn out, so will the affection you’ve been showing him.
He can hear you breathing, your heartbeat steadying as you fall into deep slumber, yet he remains awake at the multitude of thoughts in his mind. He can feel your warmth, one he seeks because it’s you, because you seek his as well, and the touch of your skin against his is making him feel the kind of comfort that he’s been longing for.
He knows he needs you. Your affection has helped him regain his strength, but he knows he needs more. He needs more of the little things you’ve been giving him. 
He needs a home, the one you have and have built with your loved ones, the one you had with Yoongi. Jungkook had a peek into that home you made with your former lover through your stories - the books you used to read, the days exploring rivers and meadows that you used to have, the nights you’d spent snuggled next to each other… 
Jungkook realizes now that what he had with Jin-Ae was only close to that, as their moments had mostly been while she explored the forest and chased lilies down the river. He’d usually be in his wolf form, as she held him tightly while he ran through the wind with her on his back, as she wanted to feel her oneness with nature that way. 
They laid under the stars, too, traced constellations with their fingers, held each other at sunset before they had to go back to their respective houses, days ending with her gentle kiss on his lips behind one of the trees, before he watched her close the door and turn off the lights in her room.
They didn’t have what you and Yoongi had, but it still meant everything to Jungkook.
You’d spent nights in Yoongi’s cottage, on his bed, out in town and in the markets, hands clasped together as you walked about. He had meals with your family, probably kissed you as much as he wanted, whispered words of love in your ear that you returned.
You and Yoongi had a home that the Moon took from you. Jimin had told Jungkook that home stopped being a place for you; home just became people, the same people you left when you decided to stay in the city. And even when you came back to town, you weren’t with them, you were with him. You still are. In a cabin he built for himself, one that he didn’t think he’d have to share with you, but now he does.
It’s no wonder you don’t think of this as home. It doesn’t feel like one. And he knows that if he’s ever going to make any progress with you, he needs to start with what’s missing. 
Maybe then he could start feeling whole again, as he knows you’d need to start feeling that way, too. 
He needs a home. He knows that’s you. You just have to believe that he could be your home, too. 
You’d told him that, one night as you held his hand, asking him to wake up soon. He knows you meant it; but maybe you’d forgotten what home used to feel like. He wants to help you remember what that’s like again.
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The rest of the week continues this way. 
You hold onto Jungkook’s hand every night because you’re scared he’d be gone again, as if it’s your body’s way of assuring you that he’s right next to you and he’s not going anywhere.
Much as you want to do more, you’re not sure what. You know at one point you’re supposed to love him - that’s what mates are for, yet right now, you don’t know what you’re feeling. You can’t go on with just the thought of what ought to happen; you need to be driven by what you feel, right now, yet that’s something you haven’t yet figured out.
Maybe you’re afraid to. 
Maybe you’re afraid that you let yourself be too unbelieving, too unwilling, too broken to know what you feel, to know how to truly care and love another person. 
But Amma’s words ring in your head one night, reminding you of the power of the bond, how it’s a commitment because you get to carry what the other is carrying, feel what the other is feeling. You’re so scared that you have nothing left of you to give but like what Amma said, you and Jungkook could fill what’s missing. You just have to be ready.
You turn to his sleeping form, his low snores telling you he’s deep in slumber. It’s become a comforting sound the last few months, you admit. A lot of the things he does seem to be, as if they fit yours in ways you never really thought about.
How his silence fits yours, so do his thoughtfulness and his care. How his strength matches yours; even his faith and your constantly questioning and doubtful mind seem to complement each other. How his appreciation for details of his work matches your appreciation for the details of your surroundings. 
A smile forms on your face at the thought. You seek his warmth all the time because it’s what you’ve lost; he seeks your strength because it’s what he doesn’t have enough of. 
You both lost parts of yourselves, and you need the other to get them back.
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Most times you think that the universe just hates you. Or at the least, it hasn’t liked you the past few years. 
You’re just about to pack up after work the next day, head to the market for the ingredients of the rabbit stew recipe that you told Jungkook you’d make for him, when your phone rings and you hear news that brings you to tears.
“Hi, sweetie. Your grandfather had a heart attack this morning,” your mother says. “He’s okay, just feeling a little weak.”
You silently cry as you demand why they waited all day to tell you, and why he isn’t in a hospital right now.
“It was just a mild one; he’d been cleared to stay home, and we didn’t want to worry you. It’s been a tough few weeks.”
You know she means well. You also know that your grandfather would’ve preferred letting you know when he was in the clear, but your cries are more due to the frustration that the people you care about keep getting hurt, and there’s nothing you've been able to do about it. You can’t seem to catch a break and you’re exhausted.
“He’s fine, he just needs a change in medication,” your mother assures you, given that your grandfather has always had heart issues.
You know that he took your grandmother’s death incredibly hard, and that’s how his body reacted. He’d told you not long ago that your birth helped him get through that, and when you left town to live in the city, he felt like a part of him was missing again. Knowing you were in pain and dealing with it on your own hurt him, but he didn’t want to let you know.
So knowing that his heart concerns are back is making you worried, and you want to be there for him this time, knowing all the times you weren’t.
“I’ll stay over for the next few days,” you tell your mother. “I’m on my way.”
It’s a hard decision because you want to be there for Jungkook, too, knowing he’s only just fully recovered, so it was difficult for you when you called on the way to your parents’ house, your sniffing sound giving you away.
“What can I do to help?” Jungkook asks, sounding helpless.
“Nothing, I’m fine, he’s fine. You don’t have to worry.”
But he knows the sound of your voice, and he hates that he can’t be there to comfort you the way he wants to. 
“Are you sure?” He asks, his worried tone making you feel soft.
“Yes, Jungkook. But I plan to stay there for a few days just to make sure he’s okay,” you say. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey, why are you apologizing?”
“I was supposed to make you rabbit stew tonight,” you reply guiltily.
He chuckles, a sound you haven’t heard in a while, and it makes you smile.
“Now you shouldn’t worry about me. I won’t starve, and I’ll be waiting for that stew when you get back. Just… just come home when things are better.”
The words linger in the air as you arrive at your parents’ house. You should be making a home with him, like you said you would.
“I will,” you utter. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”
You drop the call and enter the house, running up to see your grandfather right away. As you expected, he assures you that there’s nothing to worry about, that it’s happened before and he’s survived it each time, and that you shouldn’t be here but he’s glad to see you doing better.
“How is Jungkook?” He asks.
“Stronger,” you smile. “Like nothing happened. He’s back to patrolling and carrying logs across the woods and eating like he always has.”
“And you?”
“I’m…” You pause, unable to make sense of things. 
You’re worried about your grandfather, about Jungkook. You’re frustrated at not being with your mate, yet you feel inadequate when you’re with him. You find yourself wanting to know him more, to feel him more, yet you don’t know how or where to start. You’re also guilty because you’d let this drag on for so long because you’ve been selfish, and you hate that you’d taken so much from him, but you feel like there’s still not enough of you to give.
“I’m… I’m trying.”
It’s all you manage to say, but the smile on your grandfather’s face is one you don’t expect, and you can’t help but mirror it, too.
It’s after dinner when you’re back in the room, reading him a story, when you hear a knock on the door. After the second knock when the person hasn’t come in even if you told them to, you open the door and are surprised to see Jungkook.
“Hey, what are you doing here? Is everything okay? Have you eaten?”
“Yes,” he smiles. “I just brought you your blanket, figured you’d maybe want to have it while you’re here. I know you took all of them to the cabin.”
You nod, quite speechless, as he lifts the blanket up and you’re glad he brought it. But thankful, too, that he’s here, as you hadn’t realized that you needed to see him.
“Thank you,” you mouth the words.
Your grandfather calls Jungkook over and he promptly enters. He answers the older man’s questions about his well-being, if he’s eaten, if he’s feeling better. 
“I’m sorry I’m taking my granddaughter from you. I told her she doesn’t need to be here but she insists,” your grandfather chuckles.
“She wants to be there for you,” Jungkook says. “You know she would.”
“Yes, but she’s here a lot,” your grandfather cocks his eyebrow at you. “She should be with you.”
“Well, this is her home,” Jungkook says, the words coming out unexpectedly. 
They hit you just as hard.
“I understand,” he continues.
You turn away and bite your lips before they start to quiver. 
Your grandfather takes Jungkook’s hand in comfort.
“Well, I know you came for her but it’s nice to see you doing better, son.”
“Thank you,” Jungkook bows. “I’ll get going. Just let me know if you need anything,” he briefly turns towards you.
You don’t meet his eyes but you say okay as he leaves the room.
“He’s a wonderful man, ___,” your grandfather says, and you’re ready for the advice or the lecture that you’ve been receiving, but he surprises you again.
“And I’m proud of you,” he takes your hand this time. “You’re finally opening your heart to him, and that takes a lot of strength for someone who’s been hurt too much. And I can say the same about him. No heart is ever too broken to be beyond repair. Don’t ever forget that.”
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You hurry to your parents’ house after work the next day and find that your father had taken your grandfather to the plaza for a walk; he wanted to go out and feed off other people’s energy, he’d said, as everybody at home seems so sullen.
You pout, then realize he’s right, so you stay on the porch, legs curled up on the outdoor sofa with a quilt over them. The sun is just about to set and the glow it casts over the garden is spectacular.
You hear footsteps and look up to see Jungkook again. You don’t anymore ask why he’s here; you’re just glad that he is. 
He sits next to you and takes your hand, feeling the slightest of caresses. “This might help,” he whispers. 
“It will,” you smile, tightening your hold. 
You both stay there, his touch soothing you, and no other words are said. 
The porch door opens and your mother comes out with a tray and a pot of tea for two, and she smiles at the sight of you, seemingly comfortable, at peace, and not looking as worried as when you came here yesterday. 
“I'm making some beef stew, Jungkook, so you should stay for dinner. I won’t take no for an answer,” she smiles.
“I’ll stay, thank you,” he responds.
She leaves you both and Jungkook watches as you sit comfortably, humming at the taste of the hibiscus tea, and watching the sun set over the horizon. This is your favorite place here, your family had told him. Out here, you get to see and experience everything - the trees swaying, the flowers blooming, the birds chirping… nothing like what you have in the cabin.
“Thank you for coming, last night and today,” you break through his thoughts. 
“It’s not the same without you back there,” he says, chuckling to mask the seriousness of his words. “But it’s okay. You need to be here; your grandfather needs you. And this place is nothing like what we have.”
You don’t miss the sadness in his tone.
“You were away for years; this will always be the place you’ll come back to, and I don’t mind that.”
There’s a hint of acceptance in his eyes that causes a crack in your chest. 
This is her home, he said last night. You’d told him once that it is, that what you both live in isn’t. You wish you could gather the strength right now to tell him that you’re ready for it to be him, too. But the words get stuck in your throat; you don’t know how to handle what will happen after saying them. 
So you settle for this, and you wish he could read your mind right now so you won’t have to utter them. His smile is comforting, like he’s not trying too hard, as if just being here with you is already making him happy.
Your heart beats faster, a different kind this time, and you want him to hold your hand again. You don’t know how to ask him to do that, so you reach out, but the door opens and Jimin walks towards you and Jungkook, announcing that dinner is ready.
Maybe you can tell him next time.
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The next time doesn’t come until 3 days later. 
The morning after Jungkook’s second visit to your parents’ house, he messaged you to say that he left some meat on your doorstep after his hunt but that he had so much work to do so he couldn’t pass by again. He said the same thing the next two mornings, and he’d left some fruits and vegetables that some townspeople had given him.
Your grandfather insists that he’s feeling better. Baram had taken him to another hospital for a second opinion and he was told the same thing - change in medication and diet and more leisure walking. He has to be even more careful, though, as the next heart attack could be severe, but he assures you that he’s fine.
“I won’t let you stop your life for me, ___,” he says sternly over breakfast.
“How are you doing that? I choose to be here with you,” you counter.
“And you shouldn’t be. Your parents are here, so is your sister. You should be home, with your mate. Jungkook is who you need to be with right now, not me.”
You look down at your plate and glance at your phone, his message from earlier that he’d already dropped by left open without your reply. You didn’t see him again, and it’s getting increasingly hard to deny that that isn’t making you sad. 
“Go back to him today, okay?” Your mother responds to your silence. “You can’t keep running from your fate like this.”
“That’s not what I’m doing,” you defend. 
“Every time you need to heal from something, you’re here. Your source of strength is the one next to you, the one you keep pushing away,” she gently hits you with reality. “It’s not us anymore, sweetie. It’s him.”
You know they’re right, so you reply to Jungkook that you’ll return in the evening and he responds with an okay.
You end up leaving for the cabin earlier, as you’d gone to your parents’ after work but your mother just sent you packs of food for dinner then pushed you out. Perhaps you deserve that, so you took your scooter and rode up the mountain, ready to sort things out with Jungkook, whatever it is you need to sort out with him.
The sun has only started its descent and you arrive at the cabin, your eyes widening in surprise that you have to look around to make sure that this is the same place you retire to everyday.
You’ve only been gone barely a week but you don’t recognize it at all. You wouldn’t have known it’s the same place if not for Jungkook’s pickup truck parked on the makeshift driveway. 
There’s a small porch on the front, framing the door; on the sides are planter boxes and birdhouses, none of which were here a few days ago, and you wonder if there are any more changes to surprise you.
You enter the cabin and place the food that your parents gave you on the dining table, and from there, you notice something outside that you hadn’t seen before, too.
The door creaks open, and you’re stunned at the sight of a back porch, not as large as what you have at your parents’, but spacious enough for some seating and some plants. 
This used to be just a bare, flat space with one of the dining chairs you’d bring out for you to sit on, as you gaze at the tall trees that block out much of the sunlight. You’ve learned to find peace with that sight, choosing not to compare with what you’re used to back home. But somehow the view has changed, too, as the trees seem to be less than you remember. 
The porch looks unfinished but it’s sturdy, and your jaw drops at the realization that it’s a wraparound, as the corners are open and more wood slabs are laying on the ground. It’s a mess in the backyard, with lots of tools and concrete and logs laying about. You wonder if this is the work that Jungkook said he had to do.
You hurry to the bedroom, hoping Jungkook is there, perhaps resting, if he’d done all this work in just the last few days, but it’s empty, and it’s the books about building porches and garden landscaping on his side of the bed that catch your attention. 
You hear the shower turn off and it’s not long after when the bathroom door opens, revealing a stunned Jungkook with nothing but his pajama pants on.
You’ve had sex multiple times, had felt him naked against you, but you didn’t realize that you’d never actually seen him. You always mated in the dark, with the slivers of moonlight shining over parts of his body that you merely touch, not savor nor caress. Your eyes tend to be closed so you could focus on the pleasure, and not the one making you feel it. You didn’t really want to see him; you just wanted to forget. 
But he’s here now, physically vulnerable in front of you, and he seems to feel that way, as he turns away when he realizes he’s half naked, his arms trying to cover whatever parts of his bare body that he can.
“I, I didn’t know you’d be back early,” he stammers. “I should prepare dinner.”
He walks towards the bed to get his shirt he’s been eyeing, but you wrap your hand around his wrist to stop him, catching him off guard.
He doesn’t move, his head still turned away, as if waiting for you to say something.
“Jungkook…” you start. “The trees.”
You’d seen a bit of the sun on its way down, something that rarely happens with the obstructed view. 
“We don’t get a lot of sun,” he responds shyly. “You’d mentioned feeling a little stuffy out here. And I needed more logs, anyway. I just replanted deeper into the woods.”
“What about the porch?”
“You… you like sitting out on the porch. You could spend hours there,” he sighs, sharing everything he wasn’t quite ready to, not so soon at least. “I wasn’t sure which side you like to face so I just… did a wrap around. More options.”
“And the planter boxes and bird houses?”
“Those are things you love.”
The words hit you. This is what Jungkook had been doing; even if he wasn’t with you, he was doing something for you.
You walk closer to him, trying your best to make him look at you.
“You didn’t have to do all this,” you whisper.
You’re right, Jungkook thinks. He didn’t have to, but it’s been hard knowing that you’re not happy here, that you’re not happy with him. 
Every time you’re at your parents’ house, the back porch is where he always finds you, marveling at the view of the sunlight over everything it touches. He can’t recreate that scene, but some things, he could. And though he’d wanted to be with you to comfort you, he just knew he had to focus on working on all this. 
“I just want you to feel like this is home,” he says. “I didn’t know how else to do that.”
He looks away, like he’s ashamed. He thinks he’s trying too hard. This is nothing like the place you grew up in, and he doesn’t want to replace it, he just hopes you could at least feel it elsewhere; he’s just unable to say that he wants it to be with him.
“Jungkook…” you whisper his name with affection and care, taking his cheek in your hand and prompting him to look at you.
He does so briefly, but his eyes wander on the ground.
“I just don’t want to feel so alone anymore,” he admits, so softly and painfully, you almost miss it.
Jungkook wants this with you, you tell yourself, something he’d been showing through his little ways these past few months, perhaps even when this all started. He wants to make you feel safe, like this is home, that you can feel home with him. It’s gotten infinitely clear that you want that, too.
“You aren’t,” you assure him, thumbing his cheek. “I’m here. We could build this home together. I said we would, I just… I don’t know how to do that for you, either.”
His face softens and he breathes a sigh of relief. He snuggles his face to your hand, as if savoring your touch, then he takes it in his, bringing it down and caressing it.
“Then we can build it,” he smiles. “I still have to finish the wraparound, and polish the couch, and do a few more—“
Your body moves before your mind can process it, and you find yourself tiptoeing and crashing your lips onto his, cutting him off and catching him by surprise.
You feel him stiffen, and you pull away immediately.
“I’m sorry, I…” You bite your lips, feeling shy at the sudden show of affection, given that you’d made sure that both of you wouldn’t be in this position because you weren’t ready. 
But your whole body starts to feel hot, especially as you realize how close you are to him. He smells of pine trees and vanilla, his breath is hot as he heaves, and his eyelashes are fluttering in disbelief. 
“Did you really want to do that?” He asks worriedly. 
For the briefest moment, he felt so light with your lips against his, and he wants more of it. Jungkook has recovered his strength, but he’d been spending so much time building this place for both of you, and that’s left him spent again, worsened by being away from his mate and not having any other source of strength without you.
“Yes, Jungkook. I—“
You’re cut off this time with his lips on yours, his hands cupping your cheeks, and your momentary surprise ends with your hands on his arms, trying to keep yourself steady. 
You sigh into the kiss, and an overwhelming feeling of newness yet familiarity overtakes you. His lips are dry but they feel nice against yours, slotting with your own so perfectly, as if they’re meant to be there. 
It’s gentle, as you both get used to it, the small movements giving you some room to breathe. You feel the tensions in his body loosen the longer your lips touch, and somehow, you feel lighter, too.
You pull away, as you try to make sense of the feeling, and you see his face falter just a tiny bit at the distance between you. But you want it again, the feel of his lips is something you yearn, as if you know that a kiss is supposed to feel like this, yet you’ve also never felt it like this before. 
It’s like that first time he held you and you kept seeking his warmth after; suddenly, you’re searching for his kiss, as if no other being can make you feel this way.
It’s meant to feel like this, you think, as Taehyung and Mi-Rae often lose words when trying to describe their mateship. It’s indescribable, they’d said, and you understand it. Suddenly, the connection with Jungkook is stronger, like you’re gravitating towards him, feeling drawn to him with whatever movement he makes.
Jungkook eyes you, worried he’d scared you away but you’re panting from the kiss like he is, your eyes softening as every second passes by and you’re realizing that you need his lips as much as he needs yours like it’s his oxygen, like you won’t be able to survive without them. 
He knows by nature of your being mates, he can’t survive without you, but this moment after sharing your first kiss, the desire has heightened, and he knows the only thing to do is to sate it. 
You seem to be thinking the same, as you move forward the same time he does, your hands wrapping around his neck to pull him closer, while his wrap around your back to do the same.
Your mouths part this time, tongues gliding in, entangling. It’s like they have a life of their own, as your lips meld together as they should, knowing what to do, what angle to take, how fervent it should be. 
The kiss follows a steady pace - slow enough to feel everything, but intense enough to let the other know that you want more. 
And you do, so badly. He relaxes you, like there’s home in his lips that are ravishing you, in his arms that are keeping you grounded, in his hands that are gripping your shirt, in his bare chest that’s heaving and seemingly satisfied with your taste.
Your joint moans fill the room, and his get louder when your hands trail south, your fingertips grazing his chest and his pert nipples. His kiss intensifies and he tightens his hold, but there’s enough space for your hand to go further down, past the ridges of his torso and onto his aching length.
You palm him cautiously, and there’s something about the way he's clinging onto you and the way his body heaves that tells you he wants more. So you slide your hand inside his trousers, touching him there for the first time. 
While he’s been inside you several times before, you’ve never actually touched him, and this new experience is making you feel lightheaded and dazed at the same time. He’s thick and heavy, one you've surmised based on how much he’s stretched you out, the pain and pleasure from how he'd felt inside you a good distraction. 
His length is warm and veiny, as you wrap your hand around it, gently stroking the shaft, with your thumb sliding over his slit every once in a while. He growls into the kiss that hasn’t stopped, and you’re so lost in him, the way he seems to be lost in you.
“Jungkook,” you pant, coming up for air while your hand still rubs him.
“Hmm,” he grunts, his mouth reflexively moving to your neck, taking in your scent, and rumbling as he does.
“Jungkook, please,” you plead, prompting his carnal desire to heighten and the wolf in him to surface for the briefest moment, as he mindlessly rips your sweatshirt, the back of it shredding immediately.
He hears the sound and his movements stop, suddenly looking like nothing of the man who was ready to ravage you just moments ago.
“Shit, I’m so sorry!” He panics, bitten lips wanting to make you kiss them again. “I… fuck, I lost control. I…”
His eyes widen at your soft smile and the sweet laugh that follows right after. It’s rare for him to see and hear those directed at him, and he knows that he’s been missing out on a lot. He wants more of them, he’s absolutely sure.
“It’s fine,” you assure, removing whatever is remaining of your top, leaving you in your cotton bra, and your cheeks warm at how Jungkook doesn’t look away.
“Just be careful with my jeans, okay? They’re my favorite,” you giggle.
Jungkook feels like he’s unable to speak, but he feels the heat rush through his body, like he’s on fire, as the implication of your words seem to mean more than just your usual casual sex. 
He tries to find the regret in your eyes, or any indication that this is still one of those instances that’s meant to just make you forget whatever you’re feeling, but you’re not avoiding his gaze like you usually do. You’re staring back at him, eyes asking him for something he’s trying to decipher.
You bite your lip, as if waiting for him to move, so he does. He walks towards you slowly and reaches out, stopping halfway because he doesn’t know if you want him to touch you like this. 
You see his hesitation, so you take his hand and direct it towards your cheek, letting him caress you as your body seeks for his sensual touch.
He’s back to facing you, his eyes scanning your face and letting himself look at you the way he’s always wanted to, nothing like when you’re asleep or not looking, nothing like when he steals glances and hoping you don’t catch him. He looks at you, takes note of the little details of your face, how your lips part, how your eyes gloss over him, too.
“Touch me, Jungkook,” you whisper, but there’s certainty in your voice, and it’s the assurance he needs that he can take his time in getting to know your body even more, not just to please you, but to feel every bit of you that you’ve kept locked away. 
His hand traces the outlines of your body this time, from your neck down to your chest, where you remove your bra and let him savor you bare like this. He’s gentle and slow even with his worker’s hand, sending shivers through your entire body. He cups your breast, thumb flicking your pert bud, and you let out a moan you can’t control.
He plants soft kisses over each breast, licking them gingerly, before he heads further down, his lips grazing over your torso. He undoes your jeans and slowly slides them down your legs along with your underwear, and he weakens at the scent of your arousal, clouding his mind and leaving him craving for you even more.
You smell different this time; he can sense your desire that wasn’t there before. 
He leans his head against your pelvis, trying to feel more of you, taking in your essence that’s driving him wild inside. 
It manifests in the growl he lets out, and you feel him stop himself from taking your cunt in his mouth, and he instead stands up again, cupping your cheeks and kissing you deeply.
He meets your forehead with his, his ragged breaths and tense muscles letting you know how much he’s controlling himself.
“Don’t hold back, please,” you say. “I can take it.”
“I can’t,” he clenches his jaw, glancing at your neck, knowing that losing himself in you will make the temptation of marking you even stronger. 
It was so hard resisting it; he’d been able to fight the urge all those times. It helped that you’d fall asleep right after, unaware of the physical torture he’d experience over not being able to mark you, of not being able to have more. He’d shift into wolf form after to expel the pent up energy and emotions of not being able to take you fully, and you’d wake up the next morning, oblivious to all that went on his mind and that his body had to go through just because he couldn’t bond with you.
But you see the way he eyes that part of your body, the one he’s aching to sink his teeth in, the action that would bond both of you for life. You’ve deprived him of this for so long, and when things cleared and the wave of regret overtook you, Amma reminded you that even bonding finds its time. It’ll hurt you if you’re not ready, and you weren’t ready for a long time.
“You can, Jungkook,” you take his hand. “I want you to mark me. I want to bond with you. I want to feel your pain and I want to give you my strength.”
They’re the words he’d been waiting for but he didn’t expect to hear them. He’d been managing with your touches, and the kisses you shared earlier had caused an enormous amount of his energy - of himself - to return. He doesn’t want to force you, to trap you. Even with your willingness this time, he knows it’s not that simple.
“___, I know they’ve told you that’s how you can help me,” he turns away. “But I’m okay. Your affection is enough for me to get my strength back. Don’t do this for me.”
“But I want to, and I’m doing this for me, too,” you counter. 
“I’ve lost so much and I almost lost you, Jungkook. I’ve been living on what if’s for years and I still am. What if you didn’t survive that night? What if I wasn’t so stubborn and just opened myself to you? What if I hadn’t been selfish and just let you in and let me share my strength with you? What if we could build a home together out of our broken parts, what if that’s what we need so we could heal?”
You meet his eyes and you can still sense the hint of hesitation, of fear.
“Don’t worry if it’ll hurt. It won’t because I’m ready,” you try to convince him. “Amma says I’m strong and that’s why I could give you some strength but I don’t think so, because I’ve lost too much of myself to the anger and resentment and I need your faith, Jungkook. I need you to share your belief, your trust in us with me. I can’t lose anymore.”
You caress his cheeks and you see him fall into them, finding comfort in your touch, letting himself chase it this time.
“I’ve held out for so long. I deprived you of so much, and I’m so sorry. But I… I need you, Jungkook,” you let a tear fall. “And I know you need me, too.”
He blinks a tear away, the first time he’d ever let you see him cry, but he nods and smiles, and it’s the last thing you see before your lips meet his again, in a kiss that is so intense, they speak thousands of words in a single movement.
With his superhuman strength, he carries you with one arm and takes two steps to lay you on the bed. Hand still wrapped around your back and the other taking your own and intertwining his fingers with yours, he continues to kiss you fervently, as if oxygen isn’t a necessity, only you are.
He nips and licks your mouth, and then his own travels to your breasts, swallowing you whole, nothing like the careful way he used to do it. He’s relentless in pleasuring you, as you hear nothing but your moans getting louder by the second. 
With his body flushed against yours, he manages to find your clit and pleasure you further, tracing patterns over your throbbing nub and slipping two fingers to ready you. You’re heaving in pleasure by the time his lips reach yours again, his eyes filled with lust and desire, and that’s when he moves so he can align his cock against your cunt, your slick making it easy for him to enter despite your tightness.
You moan into his mouth, the pain and pleasure a feeling you’ve missed, as it’s been a while since you and Jungkook have done this. But it’s all different, as you’re savoring everything he’s giving you, and you want to satisfy him just the same. You wait for him to make it inside you completely before you meet his thrust, catching him off guard.
He tightens his grip on your waist as your kisses continue, his other hand kneading your breast, and his pelvis hitting your clit as he rams into you. Jungkook wants to make sure to pleasure you in as many ways as he can tonight. 
His whole body moves with you, and he wants you to reach that high together, the perfect time for the bonding to happen.
“So good,” you moan when you catch some air. “So, so good, Jungkook. Please don’t stop.”
He grunts in your ear, and the way he sounds makes you even wetter, feeling as to how into it he is with you being as receptive and active as you are this time, what with your joint thrusts and your hand that’s pulling his hair, adding to his own pleasure.
He nibbles your ear lobe, then licks the expanse of your neck to get a taste. Your heart stops for the briefest moment, and he senses the tiniest bit of fear in you.
But you keep moaning his name, asking him for more, to keep going, pleading with him to mark you. 
“I’ve got you,” he whispers, before he increases the pace of his thrusts, hitting the deepest part of you, and with the joint strokes of his hand on your breast, you feel your orgasm build up, and so does he.
So he continues, trying to reach his peak as you are, until it’s moans and screams and skin slapping skin that fill the bright room. He knows that you’re so close, and he hits an angle that sends both of you in a head spin, and that’s when he feels your heart rate shoot up and he knows it’s time.
Your mind fails to process everything at once - between the sharp teeth sinking into the juncture of your neck and shoulder and the intense orgasm you’re experiencing, you don’t know what to focus on. 
Until all of a sudden, you feel hazy, like things are fading away, but you feel everything, all at once. 
You feel pain and tiredness and frustration and anger; you feel desperation, worry, guilt, and an immense sadness that’s like a hole in your heart that’s exposed to even more hurt. You feel inadequacy, loneliness, powerlessness and loss of control. It’s a thrumming ache, like a slow ripping of your chest; suddenly you’re exposed and naked and vulnerable. It stings, you feel like you’re shattering into a million pieces although you’re still whole.
And then there’s calmness, then it’s all quiet and peaceful. And you can feel all the tiny shards of your heart come together one by one. It’s nothing like you’ve ever experienced before.
You feel Jungkook lick the mark, sealing it, healing it, and a wave of clarity hits you.
You turn towards him, your glassy eyes mirroring his, and not long after when your tears fall down like a waterfall, you realize the ache and the emptiness you felt that you knew was his, is a familiar one, it’s like the one you feel. 
It’s all so overwhelming, as you continue to cry because the pain felt so vivid, but even with the familiarity, you know it was Jungkook’s, and it hurt so much. 
They span years, from watching people he’d cared about pass on, to carrying the burden of protecting this entire town, to losing the person he loved, seeing her happy with someone else… to trying with you, watching you be hurt and empty, to almost losing you.
You felt it all.
You’re in shock, and Jungkook was told this could happen. Bonding is a very sacred and intimate act for wolf mates, and no amount of stories could prepare him for this. 
He’d been told that a human could be overwhelmed from all the emotions that a werewolf feels. As a species, werewolves are vulnerable to all sorts of feelings; emotional pain is something they feel too easily, and he was afraid that everything he’d kept inside would scare you. 
But there’s no fear in your eyes. There’s understanding, empathy, and even more, there’s apology, there’s care. There’s promise.
“Jungkook, I…” you quiver, not knowing what to say, unable to fully express and verbalize all the things you’re feeling.
He looks back at you, eyes finding comfort in yours, but at the same time assuring you that things are okay, that he’s okay. 
“I recognize your pain. I’m sorry I didn’t do so earlier,” you cry. “I… felt everything. And I…”
You hug him, wail against his neck as you release all the guilt and regret, your body shaking as you do. He’d been carrying everything on his own, waiting for his mate to share all of them with because he can’t do it by himself, and you shunned him, used him, hurt him.
“It’s okay, ___. I’m okay. You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”
“What did you feel?” You ask.
“Everything, too. I’m so sorry,” he silently cries, thinking about the emptiness and the fear of losing more people in your life that he felt. 
It was overwhelming for him, too, feeling all the things that made you hurt, then feeling that hurt himself. But he felt your strength, your joy, your contentment. You hadn’t lost them; they’re still there, just buried under everything else.
That’s why he kisses you, so he could share the good things that he felt in you, so you’d remember, so you won’t feel helpless anymore, or scared that there’s no more of you left. 
And you feel it. You feel the happiness you used to have through him. You feel the dreams you once had, the strength that’s been passed on to you; you feel your ability to love and to move on and to once again be happy.
“Do you feel it?” He whispers. “They’re familiar, because they’re yours. You haven’t lost the best parts of yourself, ___. They’re still there.”
“I guess I just needed to feel them through you,” you mumble. 
“I guess so, too,” he smiles, and it’s genuine and absolutely beautiful. 
Jungkook is beautiful, as you gaze at his dark eyes that are soothing your soul at this moment. He has long lashes that flutter delicately against his skin; he has beauty marks in the softest parts of his face; he has the faintest of scars that still make him human. He’s stunning, you can now admit that to yourself. 
You kiss him this time, tenderly and sensually, as you try to get used to feeling so many things every time you do this. But it gets heated again not long after. 
Itching hands explore each other’s bodies, as the bond has just made you yearn for the other even more. You’re shameless in your desires, touching him everywhere, panting his name, leading his mouth to places where you want him to taste you.
He settles for your breasts, his  mouth expertly sucking and licking them, as he fervently thrusts inside you again, and with the heightened thirst, you come that much easily, too.
You lie comfortably in bed, hands around Jungkook whose head is still buried in your neck.
You’re spent, and not just physically. You went through a rollercoaster of emotions in minutes, and all you want to do is have Jungkook hold you until you feel like you have energy again, because right now, though it’s calm and comforting, it’s just that much tiring.
You feel him relax, but you also feel him still hard inside you. 
“Jungkook. You came, right?” You ask worriedly and he nods in response. “Because you’re still, uh…”
“Uh, well, not a normal human,” he laughs shyly, looking at you.
You think it’s adorable.
“Is it always like this? I mean, how many times do you need to come before it, uh… stops being like that?”
“Uhm, a few times.”
Your eyes widen, thinking how you could possibly keep up. You’ve had two rounds and you don’t think you can properly walk, yet Jungkook can’t even get his cock rested because it seems like it’s still raring to go.
“So all the times we did it before, you just…”
“Dealt with it on my own,” he shrugs, like it’s no big deal, whereas you stare at him, looking a little scared.
“Don’t worry, okay? It’s nothing, really,” he smiles.
“It isn’t. You’re my mate, we’re bonded now. I want to pleasure you, too.”
“You do, you have no idea,” he cups your cheek. “He’ll be tamed soon enough. I’ll just slip out so it won’t keep feeling you clench around it.” 
“We can always go another round. I’ll just need to rest a bit and well…”
He pulls out, his hot and thick cum dripping from your core, leaving you in awe at the amount of it in you. 
“Empty myself, yes. I might not have room inside for more of that,” you chuckle.
“Shit,” he huffs, realizing he’s been irresponsible about this. “I wasn’t thinking. I just came and—“
“Don’t,” you interject. “I’m on contraceptives. I’m… I’m sorry,” you say, realizing that mating for werewolves means bringing life into this world.
He senses what you mean by your apology, so he takes your hand and kisses it.
“No need to be. Small steps; we can talk about that another time.”
“Okay,” you mirror his smile, suddenly feeling like everything is new, including him and what you now share.
It isn’t just your pain; it’s so much more. This life, this home included.
You and Jungkook change the sheets and shower separately. You both finish the 3 nights' worth of dinner that your parents let you take home.
You’re laying on his chest as he has one arm wrapped around you, the comfort of being close to you like this overtaking him. He feels renewed, refreshed, like he’s a new being again. He’d always known that bonding completely changes things; he just didn’t think it would be like this. 
You’re soft against him, and he just wants to hold you as close and as long as possible. 
“Does it hurt?” He asks, as he sees you touch the mark every once in a while.
“It just stings a little bit, but that should go away, right? I mean, it’s normal?” You worriedly look at him.
“Your body’s just getting used to it. It’ll just be like a scar when you wake up in the morning,” he assures you.
“And you’ll be next to me when that happens?” 
“I will,” he kisses you gently. “Good night, ___.”
You smile at him and he smiles back, and it’s a scene you didn’t think you’d get to be a part of. But you do, and you bear his mark that connects both of you in more ways than you imagined. There’s comfort in knowing you’ll have this everyday.
“Good night, Jungkook.”
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Being bonded with Jungkook makes you feel all sorts of new things. You think about him all the time. You look for him every time you wake up, as some mornings he’d be out for a hunt or a run, while on some days, his limbs are entangled with yours, his breath warming your neck or your chest.
You wonder how he’s doing when you’re at work, and you get excited for him to get home from patrolling to dinner that you prepared for him. You want to kiss him all the time, want his fingers intertwined with yours, want to feel him bare and moaning for you.  
Mi-Rae and Taehyung say it’s expected, as bonding lets you feel a kind of oneness with your mate that’s indescribable, that’s unique and special and long lasting. Feeling what they feel in a general way makes all the difference, as it helps both people develop a certain level of empathy that makes them yearn to be there for each other in whatever way. 
The longing and desire form a big part of it, as the need to mate makes the bond stronger, and it’s natural for both to want the other in all ways possible.
You and Jungkook don’t talk about your feelings for each other. It’s a little odd, considering you’re both bonded, although your best friends assure you that the feelings are there, perhaps just faint. The bond is the end and beginning, they say, as it could either strengthen what’s already there or nurture what’s been created. 
The feelings will come soon enough; you and Jungkook don’t exactly fit the mold of the usual fated mates, they remind you. 
But it’s different, talking about actual feelings, knowing they’re supposed to be a fact as bonded mates, although it’s not something you’re completely sure of. Actual feelings borne out of a genuine connection is still not that easy to build and nurture.
You feel the seed of like and love springing forth within you, though, and you admit to yourself it’s not that hard to fall in love with Jungkook. 
Aside from completing the wraparound porch and getting the wooden couch upholstered so there’s space for both of you to cuddle in at any time of the day, he also made a wooden tub for you, perfect for either a hot bath or a cold one, as your body prepares for its first transformation. You also said one time how nice it would be to have one post-sex, and you’d used it right after he made it, thinking about one day being comfortable enough to have one with him.
He’s also incredibly caring, mature, and genuine.
The night of the Ceremony of Fates took place, one year since both your lives changed. While you’d both been excited to attend this year as spectators - perhaps reminisce about how that evening went and laugh at how you snapped at him every chance you got - you couldn’t, as that night also meant your first transformation, being the first full moon since bonding, and it’s one that would be incredibly difficult for you to handle.
Jin-Ae spent an entire week guiding you through it, and while she couldn’t be there for you on the evening it’s supposed to happen, you could hear her voice in your head, telling you to breathe, to take the pain and just let go, and hold your mate’s hand when it gets too much.
You felt like your body was on fire and you heard every one of your bones crack. It was hours of grueling pain but Jungkook held your hand while Mi-Rae busied herself with all the things you needed.
He kissed your hand to soothe you, even read you a short story when you started to feel weak, and wiped every part of you that was drenched in sweat. He watched from afar when the Moon was at her peak and you howled into the air as you transformed, and Jungkook shifted and ran with you into the woods, as you felt the kind of freedom that Jungkook and your friends and Yoongi, at one point, talked about. It somehow felt even more special that on that first run, Jungkook was with you.
During that Ceremony, Baram was fated to Hoseok, and your family’s celebration was postponed so you could be there, and while you were frustrated that you missed such a special moment in your sister’s life, Jungkook made sure you didn’t feel too bad nor too alone, assuring you that Baram would’ve been happy with your first successful transformation, and that’s all that matters.
It was the next evening when you were looking at the bracelet that Yoongi gave you, something that you still wore and removed only briefly because of your transformation, and then wore again. You and Jungkook had sex that night, and you saw him glance at your wrist for a moment and though he didn’t say anything, you didn’t want him to feel lacking, inadequate, as you’d felt him feel those before.
He’d come from the bathroom when he saw you removing the bracelet and attempting to hide it inside your drawer. 
“You don’t have to remove it,” Jungkook said, catching you by surprise. “I don’t mind. We said we wouldn’t forget,” reminding you of a conversation you had just days ago about the people you’d lost and needing to remember, especially you.
“Yes, but Yoongi gave this,” you trace the charms, ready to hide them away in a box stored somewhere you can’t always see. “I don’t want you to think that I still wish it was him instead of you. That’s, that’s not true.”
“___, that bracelet is you as much as it is him,” Jungkook knelt in front of you and took your hand, locking the hooks in place around your wrist. “These charms are all the things you love; maybe he gave them to you so you won’t forget, not just him but all the best parts of you.”
He caressed your cheek, a favorite thing of yours that he does. “Maybe Yoongi meant that you can still enjoy all those even without him. You and I have each other now but that doesn’t mean you get to erase him. He was your best friend, too. Maybe it’s about learning how to carry the memory while moving forward.”
You cried to sleep then, and though you didn’t show it, he felt it, that’s why he held you as you had your back on his chest, not wanting to show him how affected you were, but like he said, he didn’t mind. He just let you cry, then assured you that you weren't alone and he wasn’t going anywhere that isn’t next to you. 
You think about that now, as the charms dangle against the tray that’s holding the beef you’re set to bake this morning. Yoongi’s memory remains, even if you’re living it with a new life that you’re content to have.
Jungkook is currently on an early run, and you wanted to prepare him lunch he’d take to work, so you marinate the meat and set the oven temperature while you cook some noodles. You should’ve expected that with the oven’s old age - as Jungkook said he’d just bought second hand appliances - it was bound to give up, and it did, halfway through the baking time. 
You don’t know what happened, and you hadn’t expected the smoke coming out of it, quickly suffocating you from its thickness, nor the detector going off, making you panic. You know you’ll survive; it’s the cabin going up in flames that you don’t want to happen, but you haven’t yet explored your new abilities and you end up not knowing what to do.
Just then, you hear the door burst open, and you see Jungkook running into the kitchen. His eyebrows scrunch at the sight of the oven, which you notice has now caught fire, and he immediately gets the extinguisher from the cabinet and puts out the flames. He quickly turns off the detector then opens the windows to let the smoke out.
Then he turns to you, pulls you towards him, and wraps his arms around you. You can hear his heartbeat going a mile a minute, and you sigh into his chest the same time that he sighs into your hug. 
Jungkook was still a few kilometers away, but he’d smelled the smoke from the cabin and ran as fast as he could. It didn’t seem like you were burning coal or wood; it seemed like something was on fire, and any thought of you being in danger made him panic. He can’t let you be hurt again. He’s glad it was just a small fire, but the way you’d looked nervous and afraid still made him scared.
“You don’t have to worry,” you say, knowing it’s what he’s feeling. “I’m like you now. I won’t get hurt.”
He turns you to face him and holds you by your shoulders.
“___, you can still get hurt. You’ll heal, but you can still feel pain, even if I’m here. You just transformed; your body hasn’t reached its full capacity yet; it’s still learning.”
You were being naive, but the way Jungkook looks at you, with so much concern, makes you a little guilty. 
“I’m sorry,” you pout. 
“Don’t be,” he hugs you again. “I’m just glad you’re safe.”
“I am,” you smile. 
“What were you doing baking meat so early in the morning, anyway?”
“I wanted to make you lunch you can take to work,” you shyly admit. “I know that walking to the nearest cafeteria takes time for you and I just… I just wanted to make you something. But the oven gave out and now it’s broken and the meat is burnt.”
Jungkook’s heart swells at what you were planning to do, because he’d noticed you try to really make this place a home for him, for both of you. 
You take time to plan what you’ll cook for dinner, usually something you remember he likes or something he’d mentioned in passing that he wanted to eat. You always make him fresh juice when you see him cutting wood. You’ve unearthed rare photos he has with his pack of when they were growing up, bought frames, then placed them on the shelves, too. Some nights when he’s tired and he sees you reading a book, he lays next to you and you read out loud, until he falls asleep. You even knitted matching covers for your wolf beds. 
The cabin exterior is adorned with color and life, as you’d started gardening; the inside is just as vibrant, with flowers in vases and some art pieces you’d found in the market. It’s everything Jungkook never really imagined he’d ever experience. 
“Thank you. I can do with cafeteria food or leftovers today,” he kisses your hand. “And I’m sorry for my crusty old appliance. That just means we need to buy a new one.”
Your eyes light up.
“And, uh, maybe a sturdier mattress, and a bigger couch, too?” You smile.
“Yes, definitely,” he chuckles. “Guess we’ll have to go to the lowlands and buy all those.”
“It’s a date, then.”
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It was a domestic date more than anything, as you and Jungkook took the trip to the lowlands the next day and ended up buying more than what you planned. You got sales talked to get the entire kitchen set, and you attribute it to the big discount that got you both to agree. But you also got pillows for your living room and outdoor couch and some cozy linens and rugs. 
Jungkook mentioned turning the storage room across the bedroom into a reading nook for you, and said he plans to build a second floor of the cabin for more rooms and a balcony that would let you feel the sun more. 
It felt nice, sharing plans like that. It was all said so casually but you know he meant all of it, and you felt excited at how your new home would look like, how it would feel like.
You wait a few days before you ask him to another date. The new appliances had just arrived and you wanted to make him something special. 
You’re dressed and ready for work while he’d just loaded the logs in his work truck. 
“Hi,” you say, before he enters the bathroom. “Do you have plans for tonight?”
It’s a silly question but one you still ask.
“Uh, you?” He cocks an eyebrow then laughs. “I mean, nothing, just come home to you. Unless you’re doing something?”
“I’ll make us dinner. Like uh, like a date,” you beam.
“A date? Is there anything that I’m missing?” He briefly panics.
“Uh, new appliances?” You tease. “But I just wanted to make something nice for us, since, you know, things are okay. We’re happy, at least I am, and I just wanted to…” you trail, seeing his wide eyes and questioning face and you think he’s unable to wrap his mind around your proposition, considering that you couldn’t stand him at one point.
But this is a date you’re asking, Jungkook thinks. It feels a lot more intimate than just having sex, which for him, is all kinds of great. You both do it several times a week and he’s blown away every time, especially now with you having transformed; you’re able to take him a lot better and keep up with his pace and stamina, and that’s always led to more rounds in a night, with neither of you feeling spent in the morning because that’s what bonded mating is like. 
But a date where you’ll prepare him dinner and you’ll both just enjoy each other’s company feels so special that your words take longer to process in his mind, and he’s left just staring at you, speechless. You tell him you’re happy, and the words get stuck in his throat.
“Anyway, I’ll see you tonight, at 7:30,” you continue. “Uh, okay, bye!” You wave him goodbye, passing up kissing his cheek because you rambled and are a little embarrassed, then you run out the door, leaving a still stunned Jungkook in your wake.
You make it home after work quickly and prepare the dishes that you planned, calling your grandfather several times to run through the recipes you got from him.
The rabbit stew is ready, the beef is baking in the oven, the roasted sweet potatoes are golden and crispy, and the key lime pie is in the refrigerator. And you’re dressed and made up, waiting for Jungkook to come home.
It’s 7:30 sharp when you hear the doorbell ring, and you rush to let him in, hoping he doesn’t think you’ve gone overboard with your plans.
You gush at how he looks in a black button-down short sleeve polo, thinking that he probably took that with him before he left this morning. His hair is pushed back, exposing his forehead and the rest of his features that you’ve come to appreciate. He looks at you adoringly and your cheeks warm at the way his eyes scan you and his lips part.
Jungkook hadn’t seen you dressed up since the Ceremony last year. You have on a short red dress, hair adorned with a red and white scarf. You have light make-up on, and you’re looking quite shy as you greet and smile at him.
“Hi. Too much?” 
Jungkook is dazed, but he manages to say no before he cups your cheeks then kisses you deeply. 
His lips are warm and soft and comfortable against yours. You’ve done this many times, as every moment you mate consists half of it just kissing. It’s not always that you do it outside of sex, and when you do, they’re mostly quick kisses or a peck on the cheek. But this one is so purposeful, you feel yourself getting lost in it immediately. If you skip the whole dinner, you wouldn’t mind it, either.
But he pulls away and apologizes, smiling shyly at what he’d done. You smile back then take his hand, telling him the food is ready, prompting him to comment on how good everything smells.
His eyes widen at the little set-up, complete with string lights and flowers, and dinnerware that you say your parents lent you, even more so when he realizes it’s all the food from the Ceremony when you were fated together. 
“We didn’t really get to enjoy the food, then. Well, maybe you did,” you giggle. “So I thought it would be nice to enjoy them this time.”
“This is beautiful, ___,” he smiles, eyes glimmering from the lights above, his heart beaming with how you wanted to recreate that night, one with with a different ending.
“And so are you,” he says softly.
“Oh, thank you,” you heat up, feeling like a giddy teenager being complimented by her crush. And that wouldn’t be a complete lie. “You look really nice, too.”
You take out the food, one by one, and every time, his mouth waters at the sight. They all look and taste delicious, even more than during the Ceremony, and though you downplay that your grandfather helped you out, Jungkook knows it’s all you. They’ve been prepared and presented with so much care; he feels like he could cry with how elated he feels.
It’s odd, being mates, having bonded, and being shy yet ecstatic over homemade dinner that you prepared. You think this usually happens very early on in a relationship, but you and Jungkook are only experiencing them now. 
It’s different, perhaps, because this was something you and Yoongi used to do together in his own place. You looked forward to these dates, and the reminder of what you used to have momentarily shakes you. There was comfort in those moments, and now, you think that there’s comfort in this one, too.
You’re with Jungkook, and you can no longer deny what you feel. You seek him, you yearn for him; you want so many things with him that are hard to describe. He looks at you like he has the entire night sky in his eyes and the softest smile, and it gives you hope that you’re not the only one finding herself in the odd position of falling in love with her mate.
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Jungkook insists on doing the dishes while you wash up, and you spend the rest of the evening in your pajamas, snuggled next to each other on the outdoor couch, and enjoying some tea and the cool winter air that no longer leaves you paralyzed. 
The conversations you had from dinner continue, which are mostly about your childhood and his, how your love-hate relationship with Baram was so typical of sisters, how she was always the overachiever and you were the wallflower, even if you’ve always been your grandfather’s favorite. Jungkook talks about growing up in the pack house with a bunch of other wolves, all the aggression and confusion leaving him to prefer being on his own, as being around people overwhelms him.
Beyond the pain you felt, there are so many other similarities. Jungkook likes the ordinary as much as you do, finding peace in being up in the mountains, with nothing but the sound of the woods waking him up and soothing him to sleep. He likes being in the background more than most, preferring the comfort of his own company than others’. It’s why it had been hard to connect with other people, and why it had been easy to fall for Jin-Ae, as she made him feel safe.
You both talk about the people who were the loves of your lives. And you shouldn’t have been surprised that he still regards her with so much respect, yet he speaks of her in the past, like it’s all over, like it’s a memory he doesn’t return to anymore. 
Jungkook feels security in you being able to talk about Yoongi freely, knowing you don’t feel like there’s anything to hide. You may still wear his bracelet, keep the necklace and all the other things he left you behind in a box close to you, and trace the words he’d written on your favorite books, but Jungkook knows you’re smiling at the memory, not anymore wishing they were your reality. 
There’s affection, missing Yoongi sometimes, but the longing isn’t there anymore, not at least when you cuddle next to Jungkook and sigh into his neck. 
“I liked tonight, thank you,” you whisper, and he kisses the top of your head to let you know he feels the same way.
You move to the bedroom, and you’re lying next to him, both of you seemingly in a daze over how the night went by. 
He’s taken aback when you ask, “can you read my mind?”
“I can, but I don’t want to. I try not to,” he responds. 
It’s an ability that not all werewolves have. Even between mates, feeling what the other is feeling is natural; reading minds is altogether different. There’s power and responsibility that come along with such a trait, and Jungkook never used it on you.
“I’m giving you permission to read it right now,” you whisper. 
He briefly hesitates but does as you ask. He takes your hand and gazes at you, savoring what he finds out.
“You, you like me. A lot,” he utters, feeling his heart swell at the thought he’d only kept in his mind.
You shyly nod and turn to hide your face on his chest, not wanting to look at him.
“Why are you shy about it? Why did you want to tell me this way?”
“I’m nervous to say it,” you mumble.
“Why?”
It takes some moments but you finally look at him. 
“I like to read but I’m not good with words, especially if they’re about what I feel,” you admit. “And I guess, it’s easier to let you read it than me saying it; it’s less embarrassing if you don’t feel the same way.”
“But I do. ___, we’re mates.”
We’re mates. It had always been his reason for everything. You’re not sure if it’s giving you comfort right now; it just seems like it’s expected, like it lacks agency.
“We’re meant to feel this, right? We’re supposed to want each other, like each other. That’s what happens when we’re fated,” you reason.
“Do you not believe in what I feel? In what you feel?” He turns towards you, wanting you to see his face for comfort.
“I do… I just, I know this usually isn’t how they happen. People develop feelings and then bond, which is why it’s so sacred - it’s the culmination of the commitment they made when they started to love each other, when they were fated, when they first mated. But we…” you look away. “We did it all differently. People don’t hurt each other when they’re mated. We did. Well, I did. And I can’t take that back. And now, we’re here, feeling all this because that’s what we’re supposed to do.”
“You know that this is how it used to happen, right? Strangers were fated and learned to care and want each other. They bonded then chose to build a home together,” Jungkook assures you. “And though things have changed and that’s not the norm anymore, doing things differently doesn’t make our feelings any less real. That’s what I think.”
He tilts your chin to face you.
“I like you, ___. A lot. I knew I eventually would that night of the Ceremony, even if it didn’t feel like it. Even if I knew it would take a while for me to really believe it. Even if I was angry and doubtful. Even if I didn’t want it at one point. But that’s part of our fate, isn’t it?” He smiles. “You told me you’re happy, and so am I. And we wouldn’t have known that if we hadn’t known pain. We wouldn’t feel this whole if we hadn’t known what it was like to be apart from our other half, and to be hurt by them.”
You’re left speechless but you feel everything he says. You’ve read stories that left you emotional and satisfied, and those were often the ones that were unpredictable. Just like your story and Jungkook’s. You’ve found yourself stuck on how things should be, not realizing that how you and Jungkook came to be is exactly how it was meant to happen. 
“Okay,” is all you manage to say. “I like you. A lot.”
He chuckles at your shy face, one he’s started to get used to seeing you have. 
“Good. That just means I get to hold your hand whenever I want to, right? Kiss you as many times as I want and not feel shy about it? Tell you things like I want you and I need you and I can’t live without you?” 
His words send you in a daze, as you hadn’t realized he’d kept this all to himself. But you feel it all, you want it all.
You nod in response. “Yes. That also means I can now ask you to have that bath with me in the tub you made and not be nervous about it, right?”
He heats up at your question, but laughs at your adorable look. 
“Yes, you may,” he whispers on your lips, kissing them gently. “This also means I can let myself fall in love with you the way you’ll fall in love with me, too?”
“Yes, we can.”
You kiss him this time, fervently, and you submit yourself completely. You know that falling in love with him wouldn’t be hard; it’s not far from happening, either.
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Winter comes and goes. Unlike the previous year, you’re much warmer, and you’re able to manage without constantly shivering and feeling like you’re going to freeze to death. It still doesn’t keep you from seeking Jungkook’s warmth, whatever the time of day, though.
He holds your hand and kisses you whenever, except when you’re with other people. Somehow the shyness when it comes to your affection hasn’t completely gone away, but neither of you mind, as you know that once your cabin door closes, it’s impossible to get your hands off each other. 
It’s towards the end of winter and Jungkook is in the backyard, chopping some wood that he’ll use for another bookshelf for you, as he’s started to convert the storage room to your reading space. 
Inside the cabin, you’re baking your walnut pies. You know he’s been working hard, so you get it cooled down and prepare juice to take outside.
You’re not used to gawking at Jungkook, especially when he’s half naked, or even naked. You’ve learned to appreciate his body by the touch of him, even if you know that he looks just as good and just as handsome, if you just take more time to appreciate him. 
But it’s probably the cool air that’s countering how he is right now - jeans hanging low on his waist, boots giving him a rugged look, and body glistening in sweat under the mid-morning sun, as he takes his ax and chops the wood laying on the stump. He doesn’t seem to put much effort, as you know this is nothing to him. 
He hacks the wood and merely grunts, something that you hear clearly, and the desire spikes up again.
“Hey, I baked you something,” you finally go out to the backyard, wanting more than just watching him and feeling your thighs clench at the sight.
“Smells good,” he looks up at you, a smirk painting his face and his hand combing his damp hair back like it’s nothing.
He releases the ax and runs towards the small table he’d set up for his drawing tools. It’s where you’re seated, pouring him a glass of lemonade and slicing him a piece of the pie. 
“Here, have some. It’s been a while since I’ve made it,” you offer him a piece and watch in amusement when he finishes it in 2 bites.
He drinks the juice, asks for another piece, and you giggle and slice one again. He closes his eyes as he savors the taste, humming in satisfaction, and you laugh at the recollection of all the times he’d eaten in front of you so meekly, especially during the Ceremony where he’d waited for you to head to the washroom before he even ate.
You wipe off the crumbs that collect on the corners of his lips with your fingers. 
“You’re a fully grown adult, Jungkook, not a little kid who can’t eat properly,” you laugh.
“Sorry, it’s just so good,” he huffs, finishing the juice this time. “I could eat your pies for the rest of my life.”
The words are familiar, and you let yourself not fully remember the way Yoongi looked at you when he’d said those words, before you come back to your reality, the one with Jungkook, your mate, the man who’s taken your heart when you didn’t think anyone else could ever again.
“You will,” you smile, your soft eyes making him a promise that you know you’ll keep.
Jungkook feels something, like another layer of you chipping away for him, baring more of you that you’ve kept hidden for a long time. He feels lucky he’d been able to see parts of you that you’d lost, and as the weeks pass of both of you learning more about each other, body and heart and mind and soul, he knows he’d go through all the pain again just to have this moment with you. 
He kisses you, and you don’t mind his sweet taste as you kiss him back, tongues melding like pieces of a puzzle, your mouths slotting in so perfectly like they’re meant to do. It gets heated, and your hands trace his toned arms then down his bare torso, now dry from sweat but heaving in desire. 
“Jungkook,” you moan, his lips now tracing your neck, open-mouthed kisses making you feel the slick pool in your core. 
“I… I know this is a private property but I don’t really want anyone else to hear me scream out here.”
“Shit,” he grunts against your chest, as he’d taken to pulling down your sweatshirt to reveal more of your skin. “Let me take you inside.”
He lifts you off the table, carries you with one arm, shifting you so your upper body falls over his shoulder, then starts to walk towards the cabin.
“Jungkook, my pie!” You scream, knowing it will attract animals.
He groans and walks back, taking it in his other hand while you laugh at the silliness of this.
He shuts the door with his boot, places the food on the dining table, then lays you on the floor rug by the couch. He hovers over you, his arms supporting his half-bare body, looking at you so intensely, you feel like you could melt. But you look back at him, and there’s something more in his eyes. 
You feel it, too, as the overwhelming emotion of love that you’d felt before, that you lost, that felt so distant and at one point, that felt unattainable, crawls back into your veins. You pull him down to kiss him, and you know at this moment that you don’t ever want to let go. 
It’s later that night, after a few rounds of making love when you came the hardest you ever did, then a quick visit to your grandfather, that you let yourself be completely vulnerable to Jungkook.
The winter evening has a certain warmth in the breeze, and the Moon looks so beautiful that you just wanted a good look. 
“Come, I know a spot,” Jungkook says after you look at it from the window. 
You take his hand and follow him to the woods, towards the left that’s overlooking the town. The lights from the houses look like dots to you, but they make the Moon that much more captivating from here. There’s a bench to sit on and you know this place; you’ve been here before.
“This is where I promised the Moon I’d try with you,” Jungkook states, as he recalls the few times he’d come here, desperate for things to just work out so the hurt would stop, so your pain and his would stop.
“Hmm, this is where I promised her, too,” you respond, looking back at the nights you’d wandered out here, as the Moon called for you and you begged her for things to make sense, so the pain would stop, so you could live again.
Jungkook smiles, assured that all those months, he wasn’t completely on his own.
“I made this bench, actually.”
“What in this place have you not made? Even the people in the market were giving me free produce as a thank you to you for building their table or something,” you laugh.
“I had a lot of time in my hands then,” he shrugs. “It was easier to make other people happy because I didn’t know how to be.”
You take his hand and kiss it, a thing you do to assure him of something when words fail you.
You let the silence envelope you both as you stare at the Moon and marvel at her beauty. It’s hard to think that at one point, you couldn’t stand her, couldn’t stand what she’d done, what she’d taken away from you. But now, you look at her with a different kind of reverence. 
“She’s ethereal, isn’t she?”
“She is,” Jungkook wraps his arm around you, “and she knows her stuff, too. Fated me with this woman who needed someone as much as I did, and I’ll always be grateful for that.”
“The Moon is never wrong,” you repeat the words you’ve heard too many times, they hurt at one point. 
This earns you a chuckle from Jungkook but you understand it now. 
Loss is something that’s hard for others to comprehend; so is Love. There are things beyond your human or werewolf capability, and you’ve accepted that things won’t always make sense; you take what you’re given, and you make something out of what you have. Life becomes more beautiful when you’re able to share that with someone. You’re just glad that out of all the people that the Moon thought to fate you to, it’s Jungkook.
He looks at you as you gaze at her, and his heart beats out of his chest at the words he’d been waiting to tell you.
“I love you,” he says, and you’ve never heard such words said with so much certainty and care and apology and fear and affection all at once. 
You know this, because you feel that way, too.
“I don’t think I gave you permission to read my mind,” you smile at him. 
“But I didn’t. Whatever it is you feel or don’t feel, it’s okay. I just need you to know.”
“I love you, Jungkook. I didn’t know that I still could, but I do.”
His heart stops for the briefest moment, the confirmation of your feelings taking his breath away, and as you smile at him, all he could think of is how lucky he is that he’d been fated to you.
“Are we making her another promise?” He smiles.
“We are, and we’re doing it together.”
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It’s early in springtime when Baram bears her children - 2 pups who look just as joyful and maybe a little bit naughty as their parents. You’re happy for your sister, as she’d always talked about finding her mate and having kids and having grand dreams for them.
You’re celebrating their birth in your parents’ garden, with tables set up and an array of food to choose from. All your friends are present; Namjoon and Jin-Ae are here with their children, so are Seokjin and Inha, the pack doctor who’d helped Jungkook and you, at one point, whom he’s been seeing. Amma is joining in the celebration, too, enjoying the overwhelming display of love from everybody.
You’re in the porch, watching over your grandfather who’s gotten weaker the past few months, and though you promised him you wouldn’t be as worried since that stresses him out even more, you can’t help but stay by his side, as he opts to lay more comfortably on the couch, and letting people just go to him when they want to.
You stand by one of the posts as your grandfather takes a nap, and you look out to the garden where people are enjoying conversations and their mid-afternoon fill of cakes and pies. You see Jungkook talking with Seokjin when one of Jin-Ae and Namjoon’s sons runs and trips on the ground.
Jungkook runs to the little boy, seemingly asking him if he’s okay, the worried look on your mate’s face a constant already. Jungkook helps him up, dusts his knees, and smiles. Jin-Ae runs up to them, taking the boy in her arms, and thanks Jungkook.
There’s a moment they share, it seems, as they look at each other with affection, acceptance, happiness, at how different their lives turned out, yet how intertwined they still are. 
In the distance, Jungkook could see you watching him and Jin-Ae, but there’s a calm smile on your face, the same one that’s on his and the woman he once loved. The little boy has her eyes, and the knot he’d felt at one point at the thought of that boy being his is no longer there. 
Jin-Ae is happy. Namjoon loves her with all of him, Jungkook could tell, and together, the Alpha and Luna lead the town with compassion, as they should, as they’re meant to. Their children manifest the best parts of their parents, and Jungkook knows that the life he once dreamed and hoped for himself with Jin-Ae is but a memory that he’s buried for good. 
Because all he could think of now is having his own children with the woman who’s taught him how to love again. You.
Jungkook looks at you briefly and you smile at him, knowing what he wants to say without words. He has a look of love when he looks at you, and you can read that look anywhere. It’s something you return, too.
“Your love is manifesting in all ways, my child,” you hear Amma say next to you. “It’s in your eyes, your smile, your voice, your touch… It’s wonderful to witness.”
“It took so long before I got to feel it again,” you turn towards her. “I didn’t know it was possible to know what that’s like.”
“It’s not always the one we expect, is it?” She smiles. 
“I suppose it isn’t.”
“Some of the greatest stories are written that way, though - unexpected, unpredictable; most times painful, that's for sure. But they always end the way they should.”
She takes your hand in hers, her smile now reassuring more than it is comforting; the latter isn’t what you need anymore.
“You didn’t think you could love anyone else again after Yoongi. And Jungkook felt the same way about Jin-Ae but that’s what love is. It doesn’t compare, it’s just felt and shared. The love that you both share is great not because it’s the first, but because it made you believe in it again when you thought you wouldn’t be able to have it after you lost the first one.”
You tremble at her words, taking them all in.
“First loves are never forgotten, but not in the way you think,” she continues. “Yoongi will live in your heart, always, because he helped you learn the best parts of you; that won’t ever go away. Jungkook may bury the memory of what he felt for Jin-Ae but it’s his faith in all this that allowed him to let her go, that allowed him to learn to love you.”
You feel the tears form at the thought of how things fell into place. You’ll never love Jungkook the way you loved Yoongi - you were innocent and believing and so hopeful then. But that doesn’t make your love for Jungkook any less, or more - you’d learned to love him when you thought it wasn’t possible. You know it’s the same for him, too.
“Words of wisdom from Amma?” Jungkook approaches you and wraps his hand around your waist.
“Beautiful, as always,” you smile. “I think she’s proud of us, probably scratched her head too many times at how frustrating we were.”
The three of you laugh. 
“You weren’t so bad,” she comforts. “If everything just happened the way they should, there wouldn’t be anything new to learn. We learn about ourselves and the world with the pain we experience; our humanity is marked by how we take that and turn it into something beautiful.”
You lean on Jungkook, knowing the truth in Amma’s words. 
“Thank you for not giving up on us, Amma. We owe much of our love to you,” you say.
“Oh, my child. You owe it to yourselves for not giving up on each other no matter how hard it was. Maybe you loved each other long before you even realized it,” she smiles.
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You lost your grandfather that summer. You were in denial for months, even as your parents and sister told you to be ready after he’d gotten weaker since his mild heart attack some time ago. He’d been having a hard time for years, you were told, but he’d tried to stay strong for his family, especially for you.
You’ve lost someone dear to you, but nothing can prepare you for the loss of someone who raised you, who took your heart in his hands and loved you with everything he had, who taught you all the things that made you, you. 
You were devastated, but the difference that time was that you had strength to draw from. Jungkook held you tightly as you watched your grandfather take his last breath. Jungkook didn’t leave your side as you mourned, as you cried every night, as you remained dazed for days. He read you tales so you could fall asleep, laid on the grass with you to look at the stars, told you the stories your grandfather shared with him about you. 
Jungkook reminded you every night of the love that your grandfather had for you, the one you held onto when things got hard, and Jungkook reminds you that his love for you is the one you can hold onto now. 
Your grandfather told you once that there’s no clear moment when grieving ends. He lived the next 28 years without his other half, and he didn’t think he ever really stopped mourning for the loss of his wife. But he didn’t let that stop him from living. He had his family; he had you, and those had been enough to make the pain manageable. 
He let your grandmother live in him, that’s how he survived.
That’s how you survived with losing Yoongi; that’s how you’ll survive losing your grandfather, too. 
Memory is a delicate thing. It can hurt you if you let it. But it can heal you, too; you just need to learn how to stay far away from it enough to not let you live in the past, but hold it close enough so you never forget.
It’s midway through autumn when you find out that you’re pregnant. It’s towards the end of winter when you bear your children, their warmth reminding you so much of your grandfather. 
You think of how happy he would’ve been seeing you with your family, but you let the thought comfort you more than anything. You will love your children the way your grandfather and your parents love you. And you will love Jungkook the way your grandfather loved your grandmother, the way your parents love each other.
That’s how you let those who have passed along continue to live, you realize. You nurture their love when they’re alive, and then you love the same way when they move on from this life. 
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“The Moon is so beautiful, mommy,” Eunjoo, your little angel of a daughter tells you, as you all sit on the bench in the spot that you and Jungkook have learned to love.
“She is. She’s the reason why you’re both here, do you know that?” You kiss her nose, then her sister’s.
“Why, mommy?” Hayoon asks.
“She guided me and your daddy to find each other, so we can live out our great love. That’s what made both of you,” you hug them tightly.
“You’ll both have them one day,” Jungkook assures your daughters. “It may be scary, but let our love make you believe in them, okay? It will remind you that it can happen, that it will all be worth it.”
“Thank you for reminding me everyday, Jungkook,” you whisper to him that night in bed as your little girls are squeezed asleep between you. 
“Of what?”
“That it’s all worth it. I look at our angels and I look at you and you’re all I need. You saved me that day at the river, and looking back, maybe even before that; I wouldn’t have all this if you didn’t.”
You let a tear fall, one that he catches. 
“And I’d save you a thousand times a day if I need to. You’re my great love, ___, and you always will be.”
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Your grandfather loved reading you tales when you were a child, especially the ones about the lovers and the dreamers. He thought they were the greatest of stories; he believed in the great love that everybody was destined to.
He was right. And he never wanted you to forget. 
You were 8 when he started writing his love story with your grandmother in a leather journal that she gave him. He wrote everything about her, about your mother and her brothers, about you and your sister. And when you left, when Yoongi died, and when Jungkook saved your life. 
“He’s your great love. Don’t ever let your story die.”
Your grandfather meant for you to find this. He wanted you to continue writing his love story through yours. 
And that’s what you do. 
And it’s the story you tell your mate, the story you read to your daughters. 
It’s the one about your first love who was a hero, but whose heart was so big it left a very big space in yours when he died. But it’s also about your love after, the one who let you believe in it again when you didn’t think you could. 
And you know, like your grandfather read you all those years ago, this is your great love story. 
To lose love and to gain it back - perhaps there’s no greater joy than that.
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l-r-christian · 3 years
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Part 2 For Oneshot: After Y/n Finished Talking With His Family. He, Feels A Young Child Witch, Crying Out For Help Because A Group Of Vampires Captured Them For Ransom, So They Can Force The Child's Family To Do Something For Them. So Y/n Goes To The Child's Rescue And Shifts Into His Hellhound.
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But Y/n Notices His Family Following Him, And Ignores Them So He Can Do His Job As A Guardian Of The Supernatural.
So Y/n Kills Off The Vampires With Ease, And Assures The Child He Isn't Gonna Harm Them, And He Gently Picks The Child Up, And Makes Sure He Doesn't Burn Them With His Powers.
He Returns The Child To Their Family Who Thanks Him, And Y/n Walks Away To The Woods Where He Is Then Confronted By His Family About What He Did, And Y/n Doesn't Let Them Walk Over Him, Question Him, And He Doesn't Take Their Shit.
Oh boy let's go boys
Warnings: violence, blood, angst, Klaus being Klaus
Pairings: Mikaelson family x M!Reader
Y/N was a bit annoyed when his family left and as much as he wanted to shift and go for a run when there was tug. Y/N raised his head remembering want Alias taught him.
'The tug is someone calling out for help. Focus on it and it'll lead you to who called for you.'
You stood feeling it turn from a tug to a pull then a cry for help. Y/N was quick to shift to run to where he was needed and noticed his family was following but shook it off as he had a job to do. They were surprised to see Y/N turn into a black hound bigger than a wolf faster too.
"You think the family will do what we need them to do?"
"If they want the kid." Y/N narrowed his eyes at the vampires and got to work. First he found the child crying in a room not hurt just scared. The Mikaelson were surprised with how easy Y/N killed the vampires. There was screams and growls, while Y/N got hurt but the vampires where off worst.
"Hello there little guy." Y/N spoke softly as the child looked at Y/N scared but Y/N got on his knees smiling softly.
"It's okay I'm to save you." Y/N said softly holding his hand out as the little boy. The boy let Y/N picked him up as the boy seemed fascinated with his skin how it wasn't burning the boy.
"Let's get ya home yeah?" Y/N says smiling gently walking out of the building as the boy was still in awe with Y/N's skin.
"Mommy!"
"Johnny! Oh baby, how did you?" Johnny's mother asked as the boy's father step up happy to see his son.
"The glowy man saved me." Johnny said pointing to find Y/N gone leaving his parents confused but happy to have johnny back.
"Thank you." Johnny's father said out to the woods as if he knew Y/N was listening and Y/N felt his chest fill with pride then headed home. Y/N rolled his eyes seeing Klaus on his door step with Hayley and Elijah.
"You shouldn't have done that."
"What save a child?"
"Those vampires could have killed you." Klaus said watching Y/N who turned angry and Elijah was quick to stand worried as he saw the anger in Y/N's eyes.
"Oh so now you care! Guess what Klaus I don't need you to worry about me."
"You are my son! I don't think you should be risking your life like that." Klaus tells the teen making him growl lowly eyes flashing red as Elijah stepped close.
"No you are not! Because a real father wouldn't favor one child over the other."
"And for that I am sorry but you should come home."
"No. Why would I go where I am only wanted now that I have awakened my abilities." Y/N said as Hayley looked to Elijah feeling bad as she wanted to hold her little boy again.
"So you are abandoning your family?" Klaus questioned this set Y/N off as he surprised his uncle and mother by throwing Klaus off the cabin porch.
"YOU ABANDONED ME FIRST!" Y/N growled eyes glowing red as anger flowed though him Hayley moved to see if Klaus was okay while Elijah stepped between them seeing a Klaus's anger fill the boy's eyes.
"You always said you didn't wanted be like Mikael. Shame you abandon your child like him." Y/N said calmly walking inside slamming the door as Klaus looked broken and before Elijah could say a word Klaus left. Since that day Klaus stayed in his studio which worried the family so Hope went to see her brother.
"What did you do to dad?" Hope asked her blue eyes narrowing at her older twin who was meditating in front of a fire.
"I'm not sorry for what I said." Y/N said not opening his eyes as Hope crossed her arms angry with her brother.
"We apologized for what happened. Why can't you forgive him?"
"Hope, do you know it is like to grow up idolizing someone who thought was a hero? To be loved by a family that would be willing to go to war to protect you? Then it suddenly is all ripped away?" Y/N tells her glaring at his sister.
"No but they are trying to mend things."
"Right. Look Hope I don't care about their apologies or how they plan to fix it because this isn't something that a sorry could fix."
After Hope's visit Elijah cam to see his nephew seeing him drawing and how amazing he was at it. Y/N didn't bother to look up as Elijah stood next to you.
"Here to get me to come home?"
"No, you are your father's son....I learned when you were three it was best to give you space." Elijah tells him as he looked up at his uncle seeing the Original looking out at the lake as a comfortable silence fell over them. Klaus caught their attention as he walked up.
"You were right and I understand that you wish to not come home. But I will be here waiting when you feel you need me again."
"We are giving you space please take all the time you need." Elijah says following Klaus as Y/N blinked watching them go. It would take time for Y/N to forgive his family but they were taking a step in the right direction. The relationship wasn't prefect but it was healing as Y/N decided to spend Christmas with his family that year and let Hope help him on his missions. Klaus's only hope was to here Y/N call him dad again but would a story for another day.
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diffuserlover · 3 years
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High School Rivalry
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-fem!reader x ot7 x Hybe Japan
-genre: angst, supernatural, friendships??
-TW: mentions of blood, kidnapping, killing, death, and teeth
-one-shot
-Description: You have been best friends with Jay, Sunghoon, and Jake since elementary school now you guys are in your last year of high school. But over the past year your friends have been acting different, keeping things from you, sneaking around at night, and hanging out with 4 other guys from your school. Soon after you confronted the guys of their behavior the other 4 took you in their friend group. Now in the present, the biggest football game of the school year was coming up. Bats vs Wolves. School rivals BigHit East and BigHit West. A school tradition is that a week before the game the football teams would prank each other. But this year the prank became personal when the wolves kidnapped one of the only things they cared about…you
You walk through the halls of your dark school, streamers of red, white, and black hanging from the ceiling to show school spirit. Posters posted on the walls saying “Friday the 13th come to the big game Bats vs Wolves” This is all you have been hearing about, one because every talks about it, and two because your friends are on the team. Speaking of your friends you spot them standing in probably the darkest part of the school. 
“It still shocks me that they decided to paint a whole wall black, it makes the school seem so dark and gloomy” you say as you walk up to the guys. 
“You say that everyday” Heeseung says. 
“I saw it in hopes that a teacher will hear me and do something about it” you say. 
“Anyways, are you going to the game?” Jay says. 
“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” you say.  
“When it comes to the big game you get kinda weird” Sunghoon says. 
“Weird? What no?” you say. Jungwon raises his eyebrow at you. 
“Last year you ripped all the posters off the wall and got detention for 3 days” Jungwon says. 
“They were poorly made posters” you say shrugging. 
“She’s in denial” Riki laughs. You roll your eyes as the warning bell goes off. 
“See you guys later” you say walking off to class with Jay. 
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School went by in a flash, you start to walk out to your space grey SUV to leave school. All of the other guys claimed they had somewhere to go. Even though your close with them you still feel like they are keeping something from you. As you unlock the car you hear someone say your name. You turn to see a guy you have never seen before. 
“Hi” a tall brown hair guy says to you. 
“Hi?” you question. 
“You are friends with Jake right?” He asks. you nod. 
“Can you give this to him, he left it at my house, I couldn’t find him” He says. 
“Yeah, what’s your name so I can tell him who it’s from” you say. 
“K” he says. You nod, what a strange name. You look down for a second to look at the book he gave you but when you look up he’s gone. You look around confused before getting in your car and leaving. You decide to call Jake to tell him. It took him 6 rings to answer. 
“What’s up?” He asks. 
“Some guy named K told me to bring you a book you left at his house, can I drop it by your place?” you ask. You look over at the book, it looked old, and was about vampires? You know Jake is like a major nerd but you didn’t kow h was into that stuff. 
“K? he’s from the Wolves, you can drop it off” Jake says sighing. 
“Are you home? or should I just leave it on the doorstep?” you ask. 
“I’ll be home in a minute” Jake says. 
“See you there” you say before he hangs up. It took you about 10 minutes for you to get to Jake’s house. When you pull up you can see him standing on his porch. You get out of the car with the book. 
“Here, I didn’t know you were into that kinda stuff, I like how the author made the book look old” you say handing it to him. There was panic in Jake’s eyes as he sees the book you handed him. 
“You didn’t open it right” Jake asks nervous. 
“No?” you say confused on his sudden change of behavior. 
“You should go home” Jake says. 
“Oh okay, I’ll see you at school tomorrow” you say walking back to your car, you stare at Jake through your window, there is something wrong, something worrying him. 
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Now it’s the day before the big football game. 
“I’ll meet you guys at Jay’s tonight” you say as they walk you to your car. 
“I’ll pick up some snacks on the way there, anything you guys want” you say.
“No, were good and you don’t need to bring snacks, Jay has some” Sunghoon says. You nod. You swear they say the same thing every time. Now that you think about it, you really haven’t seen them eat much the past year. Always drinking out of their water bottles. 
“Be careful driving home, it’s going to rain” Jake says as it starts to rain. You laugh slightly. 
“I will, my house is only right down the street, now get in your cars before you get soaked and get a cold” you say signalling them away. You get into your car and start to drive off. As you were about to pull out of the school parking lot a hand goes over your mouth. You almost serve out of the lane. 
“Keep driving straight” a man says. You start to follow his direction scared of he is going to do if you don’t listen. Soon enough you pull up to BigHit West. Another tall black haired guy walks up to my car and opens my door. 
“Get out” He says. you nod and get up. You then see K get out from your back seat. 
“What is this about” you ask confused. 
“Revenge” K shrugs before hitting you in the back of the head and making you pass out. 
“Drag her in” K says to Ta-ki. 
“Why are we kidnapping her? Isn’t this illegal?” Ta-ki says before throwing you over his shoulder. 
“To get those bats over here, so we can finally win” K says smirking. 
“What do you mean finally win?” Ej asks. 
“Over the decades it’s always been vampires verses werewolves, the vampires always win now it’s time for us to win” K says. They take you into the school and tie you up to a chair placing you in the middle of the gym. You start to wake up. 
“Hello?” you say trying to get loose. 
“There is no way your going to escape” K says. You see 3 other black haired guys behind him. 
“Who are you guys?” you ask. 
“Sorry where are my manners, boys” K says signaling back to them. 
“I’m Nicholas” the tall one I remember who opened my door. 
“I’m Ej” the even taller one says. 
“I’m Ta-ki” the shorter one says. 
“You know who I am pretty girl” K says. Your face curls up with disgust.  
“What’s with the pet name” you say disgusted. 
“Where are your friends” K asks me. 
“I don’t know” you say truthfully. You observe the others. They stood back and never talked unless told to, what kind of friendship is this when there is clearly a leader. 
“You really have no idea” K asks.
“If I knew I would tell you” you lie. 
“Don’t lie to me” K says getting closer to me. you wondered how he knew that you were lying to him. You stay quiet as he stares into your eyes. You give him a cold look. 
“Get her phone, call her friends to get her” K says turning around and walking away from you. Ej comes up to you and grabs your phone from your jacket pocket. 
“Who should I call” Ej asks.
“Jungwon, their leader” K says. Leader? Jungwon? You wonder what are they talking about. Ej holds the phone close to your face, 
“Act normal and tell them to come to the BigHit West’s gym to help you set up a prank” Ej says before pressing call. After a few rings Jungwon picks up the phone. 
“Hey y/n what’s up” Jungwon says sounding happy. 
“Can you guys come to the gym, at the West school, I have a great idea for a prank” You say. 
“Are you already there?” Jungwon asks concern laced in his voice. 
“Yeah, I have all the supplies we need, just hurry up” you say. 
“Okay, uh are you alone” Jungwon asks. you pause staring at them. 
“No” you say staring at K. They look at you mad. You saw K’s eye light up yellow. You blink and they were gone. You were so confused on how that happened. 
“The janitors are here” you say. 
“We will be there quick” Jungwon says. They hang up as you were about to say goodbye. 
“You could have at least let me say bye” you say sighing. 
“Shut up” K says. He signals at Nicholas. He gets up with a roll of tape. 
“Hey no, can’t we just talk? There is no need for you to tape my mouth” you say rambling before Nicolas puts the tap on your mouth. You try kicking at him but your feet are tied to the chair. 
“I never thought she would shut up” K says. 
“I don’t think this is a very good thing to do” Ej says. 
“Yeah, she’s just some silly human how is she going to help us take down the bats” Ta-ki says. As you sit not able to talk your thoughts take over. Silly human? your also a silly human for kidnapping me! What is wrong with these guys. Why do they talk like this. 
“We have been over this before Ta-ki” K groans. 
“She is our leverage, so they can give up the game tomorrow and then the rest of the pack will kill them on the field tomorrow, just like their ancestors did to ours” K says. You think, What in the hell are they talking about? Murders? Leverage? A pack? All of the sudden the gym doors fly open. 
“Let go of her” Jungwon says. 
“I will, if you give me what I want” K says standing up his friends follow behind him. 
“Just give her to us and we will leave you alone, she doesn’t know about us, and we want it that way” Heeseung says. 
“Oh she doesn’t know” K laughs. 
“Oops” he says. 
“This is going to be fun for her” K smirks before howling? Your eyes go wide. He turns into this giant furry wolf looking thing. The others turn into wolves as well. You try to escape the chair wiggling around. 
“I could eat her whole” K says as he turns towards you, his eyes piercing  yellow, his voice lowered now more creepy. K then growls in Jungwon’s face. you see Jungwon’s eyes turn red, his teeth grow into fangs, and he floats off of the ground. You look around at the other guys to see they were exactly the same. You scream through the tape wiggling around trying to escape. You’re friends are monsters. You fall backwards breaking the chair. You shake the ties off you and rip off the tape. Everyone stares at you. 
“y/n-” Jake says. 
“Get away from me” you say running off. 
“Go get her” you hear K say. You look behind you to see Ej and Ta-ki running after you on all four legs. All of the sudden Jake pops up in front of you and grabs you and next thing you know your in the gym behind all your friends with Jake holding onto your arm. 
“Let go of me” you say freaking out. 
“Are you hurt anywhere?” Jay says to you turning around. You look into his dead red eyes. This wasn’t your best friend. 
“What are you people” you say struggling to get out of Jake’s grasp. 
“We will explain everything in the car just calm down” Jake says.
“I don’t want to go anywhere with you” you say. They all looked hurt. You look to see Sunoo, Jungwon, Ni-ki, and Heeseung walk back with blood on them. 
“We should go quickly, we were able to hold them off but K, I don’t know where he is, you know how strong an alpha is” Jungwon says. They try to leave but the door were locked. 
“We can’t get out” Sunoo says pulling on the door. 
“Move aside” Jungwon says. He pulls on the handles and rips them off. 
“Look what you did, how are we supposed to get out now” Jake says freaking out. 
“There are other doors” you say. 
“Your not going anywhere” you guys hear K say. you all turn around and see the other wolves. They look wounded. 
“Throw the game tomorrow and nobody gets hurt” K says. 
“What are you going to to us? Bark at us? we just beat your best wolves” Jay says. Your head is spinning at the fact that this is real. 
“I have more, our whole school is packed with wolves” K says. 
“One call and they are here to kill you” K says. Jungwon sighs. 
“Why do you want us to throw the game? What do you get out of it” Jungwon asks. 
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you” K says. 
“They are going to kill you all on the field tomorrow if they win” you say. They all look at me. K sighs. 
“I should have taped you ears too” K sighs.
“Get her” K says. Ej and Nicholas turn into werewolves again and then come running at you and the guys. Jake pushes you behind him and Sunghoon comes and stands on the other side of you. They were taller and bigger than all of the guys. They start to fight around you. 
“We have got you, don’t worry” Jake says. You watch as Sunoo gets hit in the side and go down. Your head told you that he’s a monster, he isn’t the same person as before, he’s not the Sunoo you know. But your heart, your heart is telling you to help him, risk yourself to help your friend. And that’s what you did. You run to Sunoo and pick him up a little so his head rests on your lap. 
“Sunoo, are you okay?” you ask lifting his shirt a little to see a deep cut. 
“I’m fine, it will heal” He winches as you touch the wound to stop the bleeding. 
“y/n, i’m going to be fine it just takes a few minutes” he says, as he said that you see the wound start to heal. Your eyes widen at the wound healing. 
“I-” you say before you feel yourself being picked up. Nicholas had you and took you over by K throwing you to the ground. They transform back to humans. K grabs your hair and makes you stand up. He transforms and brings his huge, nasty claws to your neck. 
“Throw the game, let my pack kill a few people and she won’t die” K says. 
“We can’t let you kill innocent people” Jay says. 
“We CaN’t LeT yOu KiLl InNoCeNt PeOpLe, stop acting all high and mighty, you drink from people’s neck killing them” K mocks Jay. K looks at you and laughs at your scared expression. 
“Go on, tell y/n how many people you kill so you all can have a meal” K says. You look at the guys. 
“7 people, so each of us can have one whole person to last us a week”  says. They all look down. 
“7 people, wow” K says. 
“But we haven’t done that for months, we drink from blood bags now, that we steal from the hospital” Jungwon says. You sigh. 
“How many people have you killed in total” K says. They all look around. You see Ni-ki counting on his fingers. 
“35″ Ni-ki says. K laughs. 
“You hear that pretty girl, your so called friends killed 35 people, 35 innocent people” K says laughing, the other wolves start laughing too. 
“They weren’t important people, they were homeless and criminals” Jungwon says trying to make you feel better. 
“You really are monsters, you all are” you say. 
“I know I am” K says before slicing your throat with his claws. You go down trying to breathe and you start to bleed out. 
“You had your chance” K shrugs before leaving with his pack. You look over at your friends, you could see veins pop out from under there eyes. You gasp tying to tell them to help. You hold your neck to try to stop the bleeding. He didn’t cut you deep enough for you to die right away but if you didn’t get to a doctor soon you would die.
“Her blood smells so good” Heeseung says. 
“I know” Sunghoon says as his eyes darken. They all slowly walk over to you. 
“We should share” Jungwon says. 
“Of course” Jake says. 
“I was starving anyways” Sunoo says. Jay sits right next to you smelling your neck. You try to wack them away, your body getting weaker from the blood loss. 
“It’s even better up close” Ni-ki says. You use the last bit of your strength to scream as their fangs sink into your skin in different places. 
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“Local student from BigHit East was found dead in the rival schools gym all blood drained from her body. Her seven friends that were with her that night have now been reported missing. What went down that night at BigHit West? Is this really a prank gone wrong or is there foul play involved? We will keep you updated here on Hybe News thank you, back to the weather With Mr. Choi”
I hope you guys liked it!! If you want to see more stories like this and my Taehyun one you can always ask!! :)
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tyb1 · 3 years
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If It’s The Right Thing To Do (4)
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Character: Seth Clearwater
Note: let’s imagine your Sam’s little sister 
Dialogue prompt:“So let me get this straight when I need you you’re nowhere to be found but when I do something dumb you magically appear.”
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“I’m sorry Seth but you and I both know that what you’re saying is bullshit.” I snatched my hand away from his chest, the feeling of his racing heart was no longer there. I knew he wasn’t lying about what he said but for his and my sanity, we both needed this to end here. This entire relationship was causing too many problems...well before he decided to join the Cullens. 
“What (Y/N)....what are you talking about?.” He stood there with tears in his eyes, I’m surprised he didn’t let them fall like I was letting mine fall. That was one thing I hated about him. He held in all of his emotions and then when it came to the breaking point he would explode. Trust me when I say it’s not a good sight to see.
I had to put off a bold face for him. I couldn’t let him know that I was actually dying inside. I was letting a few tears slide down my face but that didn’t compare to the aching feeling that I was feeling inside of me. It was the same feeling I felt when he first left me.
“Fine since you want me to say it so badly”- I roughly pointed my finger in his face.- “ Leave me alone. We’re breaking up so don’t call me, or text me until you get your priorities straight. I’ll be home when you get your shit together.” 
Seth couldn’t look me in the eyes, he started to kick the dirt with his feet. The sand below him started to change different colors from the tears that were falling upon it. He started to mumble a few words but the only thing I could hear was. “You don’t have your priorities straight either (Y/N).”
“It’s because I’m dealing with your shit! I’m around here following you like a lost puppy when you only play mind games with me! I’m so done with you and your bipolar ass!” I spat bitterly, I turned my back to him then marched towards Sam. I turned around to look at him once more, I instantly regretted it. He stood there with his hands in pockets with his head still hanging low. His head shot up instantly making eye contact with me, I quickly snatched my gaze away from him. This was going to be a new start for both of us so I didn’t need to be drawn back in with his puppy dog eyes.
Seth POV 2 weeks later
 I was too much of a coward to say goodbye. I was truly heartbroken. I wish I could run to her and tell her that I love her and tell her that I cherish everything about her but I know she wouldn’t believe me. I was all out of options. The only thing that felt right to do was to cry and that’s what I did. I cried so hard that day that Jake had to carry me home on his back. It’s been two weeks since I have last spoken to (Y/N), two of the longest fucking weeks of my life. I thought losing my dad was painful but this...this has won the race. I couldn’t bear the heartbreak so I started to stay out longer. I asked to take over Leah and Jake’s patrol hours. I don’t even remember the last time I ate. I can only remember our last encounter, it’s like a nonstop movie in my head it was causing me to go insane.
I hate it here.
I have been spending most of my days down at the border. I was monitoring the days where Colin and Brady patrolled, they were my best option to trick into letting me cross the border. It was my only way to apologize to (Y/N). So here I was trying to wave down Collin and Brady so I could continue with my ridiculous plan.
“Hey! Colin, Brady pshhh, come here!” I yelled out in the distance to the two wolves. I was standing at the border waiting for them to shift as well. I wasn’t in my wolf form. The last thing I wanted to do was be a threat to them. 
Brady was the first to walk from behind the tree while Colin stood behind the tree too nervous to face me. I could read their body language from a mile away, they were very uncomfortable with being around me. 
Brady snarled at me, I observed as all of the muscles in his body grew tense as he spoke. “I heard you got into it with Paul. He should have ripped your fucking head off.”
“Wow I wasn’t expecting that from you Brady, but thanks I guess.” I wasn’t trying to be an ass but it just rolled off my tongue. Straight away I regretted it, it only pissed him off even more. 
Brady pulled Colin by the collar of his shirt pushing him towards me. The kid could barely keep his posture straight or his eyes focused on me. He had no confidence in his steps and started to trip over the branches on the ground.
Brady pointed between the both of us with his thumb. He had an irritated facial expression plastered on his face. “Tell him what you told me when he left.” he spat bitterly, a small smirk was rising on his face but soon faded as Colin spoke.
“Do I have to?” Colin mumbled, he waved shyly at me. I took this opportunity to wave back to him. I gave him a small smile as well. Colin, Brady, and I were always close but Brady was always the fiery type while Colin was timid.
“Yes, you have to say it!” Brady exclaimed.
Colin rolled his eyes, “Fine, I said that you were an ass for leaving us behind. It wouldn’t be the first time that you left us.” Brady glared at him to continue, “I also said that you have a reputation for turning your back on us.”
I noticed Brady smiling at Colin; he must have felt accomplished. I must admit, I did feel bad, I left them behind but it was some things that they have not come to reality with.  “Listen I need a huge favor. I need you to let me cross the border so I can see (Y/N).”
Brady rolled his eyes, “Wow so you just completely ignored what we have to say? Why would we let you cross the border and jeopardize us? Yeah, that was a stupid request.”
“You’ll do it because I am your superior. In Jakes’s pack I’m the beta...but don’t ask Leah or else she’ll lie. She thinks she’s the beta because she’s older but in reality, Jake named me the beta.” 
Colin had a questionably look on his face, by now he has grown more comfortable with me and now is standing face to face just like Brady. “Why would you want to see someone who doesn’t want to see you?” 
I was taken aback, “Why do you mean? She wants to see me, there is no way that she would not want to see me.”
“Umm I highly doubt it, she’s been living well since the accident. We went skating last week with us and the others. Not once has she mentioned your name.” Brady slapped Colin across the back of his head. I watched as the two bickered back and forth. Brady pushed Colin away from him. He snapped his fingers to gain my attention from my feet. I hadn’t realized that I was getting sidetracked but I was trying to figure out why (Y/N)  wasn’t heartbroken.
“She made it clear that she didn’t want to be around you anymore Seth. Dude if I were you I’d really leave her the fuck alone. She really wants nothing to do with you. If you try to see her she’ll probably freak out on you. You’re pretty much dead to her.” Brady then smirked, “There’s also another guy that has been keeping her busy lately.”
Ouch. Well, that hurt...it actually hurt a lot. I cleared my throat so I could stop the tears from arising. We’re not about to cry in front of them!
Colin now slapped Brady beside the head. “You could have said it nicer, idiot.”
“What! Her words, not mine!” 
“Just forget about it.” I spat bitterly, If you wanted to forget about me and everything we had then so be it. I could forget you just as fast as you did me. I could care less about those stupid ass memories we made together. Just like you said I really didn’t love you it was just the stupid feeling of you being my damn imprint. 
I continued to walk and degrade our relationship. Jake tried to stop and talk to me but I just shoved him out of the way. He started to piss me off as well. He had his nose shoved so far up the Cullens ass he couldn’t tell you what roses smell like. Then here comes my second problem, Leah.  I didn’t dare shove her. I didn’t want to pick a fight with her right now. I could explode on her and say some things I didn’t mean. 
“Where the hell have you been!? Were you down at the border again?”
“Does it really matter?” I rolled my eyes at the screaming woman. If she wanted to be my mom then she should have birthed me out. She tugged me backward pulling her face up to hers. I stared into her lonely eyes as she did the same with me.
“You’re my little brother so you are my business. Stop doing dumb shit, Seth.”
 I ripped my face from her hands. “So let me get this straight when I need you you’re nowhere to be found but when I do something dumb you magically appear.” I already knew where the conversation was heading. I was not in the mood to hear her shit right now because I was a walking bomb ready to explode.
“Did you go see (Y/N)?”
“No! I didn’t see her. Why do you make everything about her? I could care less about her.” I couldn’t control myself. I threw my fist into a nearby tree. It cracked and fell to the ground. I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt the tears roll down my cheeks.  As much as I wanted the tears to stop falling I couldn’t. I have never felt so empty in my entire life. That same feeling of heartbreak resurfaced throughout my body. My chest began to tighten, a sharp pain shot throughout my body as I tried to walk forward.
”Make it stop hurting Leah.” I began to sob uncontrollably. “It hurts so bad, why did she have to go? Why is everyone leaving me? What did I do to deserve this….I just try so hard to make everyone happy but when will it be my turn to be happy?  Mom is fucking dating Charlie now. We barely see her anymore only on fucking holidays!  Why did dad have to fucking go!? And you only check on me when it’s convenient for you Leah! Why is everyone leaving me, Leah!?”
“Seth I-”
I cut her off, “Don’t say it.” I knew I was going to apologize about the accident that happened with dad. I never blamed her for the accident. She didn’t mean any harm by it. I could never bring myself to blame her.
 I started to wipe my tears with the sleeves of my flannel shirt. It brought back the memories of the time that (Y/N) would take my flannel and wear it with her converse and shorts. I started to cry all over again at the thought. I started to choke on my words, everything that was coming out of my mouth was undetectable. “(Y/N) was always there for me and now I chose the bloodsuckers over her. She doesn’t understand that it was the right thing to do. They were going to kill a baby. Leah, I don’t have anyone else. I’m so fucking lonely!” 
“I know how it feels Seth. It hurts like hell but you’ll get over it. I’m sorry that you felt like I wasn’t there for you. I must admit that I was being completely selfish. I love you Seth and don’t you forget that.” I started to relax under her embrace. I haven’t seen this side of her since she and Sam were together. It was good to have her back though. “I love you too.”
I followed her gaze, she was staring up at the stars. “I want you to cry it all out, Seth. All of that heartbreak and sadness you have deep within you I want you to let it the fuck out. If you hold it in it’ll turn into anger then that anger will turn into bitterness. I’ll come back and check on you in the morning.”
I don’t want to be alone…
Leah’s footsteps started to become faint, I was left alone in my thoughts once again. I honestly didn’t want her to go. All I wanted for her to do was to hold me and tell me everything was going to be alright. I was stuck on ground zero like I was when my dad died, no one was there for me except (Y/N). She would probably hold me in her hands while whispering the things I wanted to hear. I wish you were here right now, maybe I wouldn’t be so angry at the world. 
“Fuck it!” I started to yell out in the night air. I threw punches in the nearby tree to try and let my anger out. I hit each syllable of the words in the tree. “Fuck you, Sam! And Fuck you too Paul!! I’m not scared of you!” “I don’t care what anyone does and says to me. I’m going to see her and no one is going to stop me.” I didn’t stop until the tree flew back by the force of my hits.
I shifted into my wolf and ran towards her scent. Brady and Colin were still on patrol however they were both on the other side of the forest. It would take them a while to catch up to me at the speed I was running at. A sinister laugh escaped from my lips. This power or maybe it was the adrenaline….no, this was most definitely power. It made me feel invincible, By no means this was me finally sticking up for myself, or how (Y/N) would say, this was me finally growing some balls.
Her scent was in the direction of the beach, oh how could I miss that scent. I followed the dominating scent but there was something a bit off with her scent. It was a mixture of something foreign. I gazed out to the beach scanning every person that was out there. It seemed like there was a party, there were so many teenagers out around the bonfire. I growled out as I watched you sit on a log with another guy’s hoodie on. His cheap polo cologne filled my nostrils. You were sitting there laughing at something that he said which probably wasn’t that funny. 
“Tch, I want to know what’s so funny.” Anger arose in my body causing my teeth and claws to sharpen. My breathing became irregular and there was a tight feeling in my chest. I tried to ignore it but the harder I breathe the more painful it becomes. I took a step forward and instantly collapsed on the ground. My wolf form quickly disappeared and there I was laying on the ground in the fetal position. I tried to crawl but my body felt numb. The only feeling I had was the tears falling from my eyes down my cheeks and onto the ground. I even tried to scream out your name but nothing came out but a gasping sound.
Was I dying?
I started to cry even harder, the thought of dying always freaked me out but the thought of leaving you with guilt made me feel even worse. The sobs were coming out more frequently than I anticipated. I didn’t have time to catch my breath or even think straight. Everything felt like it was closing on me. The air around me started to thin out making me feel dizzy. The pain in my chest starts to become more unbearable. 
“(Y/N) wait...I..I...can’t breathe!” I choked out the words barely having the strength to do it. My head started to pound from the lack of oxygen I was getting. My hearing was becoming undetectable. I felt my body go stiff and my eyes fluttered shut as well, everything became dark and warm. 
It took every bone and ounce of energy to draw a tiny heart near me. If (Y/N) found me like this then she would see the heart. She’ll know that I died loving her...right? Was I even dying or am I just being dramatic? I don’t know, I just want to embrace the warmness that surrounding me right now. 
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honestgrins · 3 years
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if you're doing prompts... Mates Trope?! something during s1-2 of TO where part of the reason the wolves (or maybe just the elders who are very righteous about tradition) don't trust klaus is because he wanders around with everyone but his mate (which for this purpose i guess they can sense when a wolf is mated)
Oh || Klaroline
Elijah frowned deeply. “I’m not sure which scenario would be less tolerable to the pack, you being disrespectful to the mate bond or being mated to a vampire.”
Cradling the noticeable swell of her baby bump, Hayley snorted. “I might very well be carrying the next alpha with his disrespectful ass, so they’ll get over it eventually,” she pointed out. “But the vampire thing is always going to be a problem.”
“Not if Miss Forbes stays away from New Orleans.”
That was the crux of it, truly. Whether or not he had a mate, there was precious little Klaus could do about it in the eyes of the pack while she gave his city a wide berth. Honestly, her absence would likely make it all easier for them to swallow - perhaps to forget entirely with a few generations of distance. The thought left a hollow feeling in his chest, one far more noticeable since learning of his…predicament.
Learning he was to be a father after a millennium of running from the only one he’d ever known had been difficult enough. He’d ingratiated himself into the fabric of New Orleans in order to situate it to his needs, even softening the wolf pack to the idea of his leadership outside of the traditional hierarchy - at least, until he returned from Mystic Falls with a freshly established mate bond he apparently left behind.
A mate bond he could only imagine began with a defiant kiss and a slow-rising smile as bright as a sunlit afternoon.
Unfortunately, he didn’t know a thing about it until Hayley broke the news as to why the pack had turned against him. It was small comfort to know her use as a direct line in the camp, but he needed more. He knew so little about life as a wolf, that having been denied him for so long. “How can they know that I’ve found my mate?” Suspicion was a long-earned habit, and nothing was adding up. “How can they sense it here when I had no idea with her right in my arms?”
With a delicate cough, Elijah leaned forward to take some of his focus off Hayley. “I understand this is a difficult revelation, and there’s much to be learned about the mate phenomenon. However, I feel there’s a decided advantage in ensuring Miss Forbes is a non-factor in the politics of the city.”
His hand was around his brother’s throat before he could consciously think to do it, his hybrid strength more than enough to pin Elijah to the wall. “Stop. Talking.”
“Klaus.” Hayley’s voice was shaking, and her hands now covered her belly in a protective gesture. “You feel it now, don’t you? The need to protect her above all else?” She stood slowly, careful not to spook him further. “Even over your own brother?”
With excruciating control, he loosened his grip, finger by finger. “Alright,” he breathed once he could manage it past the sudden onslaught of rage. “I’m listening.”
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“Caroline, you’re up!”
For at least the third time that afternoon, Caroline reminded herself there were too many witnesses at the Fall Festival to eat her sorority sisters. "I'm all for scamming money out of sleaze bags in the name of philanthropy, but I still think there are better ways to go about it than a kissing booth."
Amber just scoffed. "Suck it up, pledge, we all had to pay our dues," she said, divesting herself of the Gamma blue sash that said Kiss me! and handing it to Caroline. "If it helps, there's a total hottie in line. I almost extended my shift to get a chance at him."
Rolling her eyes, she forced a pageant smile as she slipped the sash over her head. "Thanks for your sacrifice."
"Funny," a familiar voice noted behind her. "You never thanked me for any of the sacrifices I made."
With a deep breath, she tried to make herself count to ten before turning. Call it personal growth that she made it to six when her glare fell on Klaus waiting at the booth. "I'm sorry, are we including the time you literally tried to sacrifice me? Because I'm so not in the mood to deal with you today, in case you can't tell."
"Oh my god, Caroline!" Amber looked mildly scared, but she took a step in front of her anyway, a stance she recognized from other sisters at any number of frat parties when a creep made himself known. "Who is this guy? Do I need to call security?"
She glanced back to Klaus, who remained uncharacteristically quiet as she decided what to do. Reluctantly, she met Amber's eyes with widened pupils. "Everything is fine, but someone needs to cover my shift. You never saw him, and I went home sick." When Amber obediently repeated her words, she also returned the sash. "Thanks!" she called out, quick as she was to flash away from the crowd, knowing he would follow.
Her dorm wasn't exactly a safe bet, given Elena and Damon's constant sexiling, and she didn't want to risk Bonnie catching them on campus. The only place she could think of was the wooded trail behind the chemistry building, where she found a quiet bench for them to sit. Well, for him to sit and for her to pace in front of. "We had a deal, Klaus. You weren't supposed to come back."
"To Mystic Falls," he clarified, his hands pressed together between his knees. At her decided frown, he allowed himself a sigh of discomfort. "Unfortunately, I have good reason to violate the spirit of our agreement."
She crossed her arms and waited.
He sighed again. "Sweetheart-"
"Just rip the band-aid off, Klaus!"
"I need you to accompany me back to New Orleans, and I need you to trust me enough to keep you safe," he said. With eyes intent on hers, his energy seemed barely contained, like he wanted nothing more than to grab her and go. "I would like you to do so freely. And quickly."
Her arms tightened, and she sank onto her jutted hip as she took in his plaintive request. "Points for being polite, I guess, but I doubt you would be if I were in any real danger. What I don't know is if this is you being overly cautious or just being a dick."
Rubbing two fingers at his temple, there was an ancient exhaustion in his face. "Neither of us can truly know what this is," he muttered to himself more than anything. He spoke up with more resolve. "Elijah wanted to hide you away in one of our many properties throughout the world, and Rebekah suggested a less involved plan that offered you an anonymous scholarship across the country - anything to keep you far away from me."
"Why are your siblings trying to get rid of me?" she demanded. "I didn't even do anything."
He shifted on his feet, and he couldn't quite meet her eyes. If he weren't Klaus Mikaelson, she might think he were embarrassed. "Your absence in New Orleans has been noted."
Confused, she pressed her hands to her face. "I seriously doubt that, since I've never been there. The only people I know in New Orleans is your family, and you've already established they don't want me there."
His ears flushed red, and then she knew he was embarrassed. "Hayley has found a home with nearby pack," he explained with a wince, "a pack that could prove necessary to the balance of the city. However, they are disinclined to negotiate with me at the moment."
"Gee, I wonder why. How many of them have you killed so far?"
Klaus gave a ferocious glare. "None, actually. But perhaps you missed the fact that a wolf with a known grudge against you is well placed to inform any number of enemies of your name and location."
The scoff burst out of her without permission, an absolute confidence emboldening her. "Like you'd let that happen."
Then he took a step closer, and that confidence withered into a new understanding - one that scared her. His voice lowered, soft in its menace. "Why do you think I'm here, Caroline?"
She swallowed, the tension unbearably thick between them. "I'm no one," she said, her voice shaky as she fought for the calm she felt only moments before. "Even if they could use me against you-"
"They can," he answered, deadly serious. "And they will. Maybe not now, but someday." He watched her closely; for what, she didn't know. His whole face softened whenever he found whatever he was looking for. "I'm only just beginning to understand myself," he admitted. "But you're far from no one, and I need to establish that you're firmly under my protection."
"Why?" He never really answered her questions, Caroline realized. This one, though... This, she needed to know. "Why me?"
His eyes seemed to burn with gold, and she held her breath as he stared. "Wolves know when another has found their mate, and this pack has judged my character unfit for abandoning mine."
If she weren't a vampire, she would swear her legs might collapse beneath her. As it was, her head felt suddenly light. Her mouth fell open, and she finally remembered to breathe. When she exhaled, it escaped as a sigh. "Oh."
"Yes, oh."
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Take Me Home Tonight
Summary: Warren accidentally confesses to you and is forced to realize that he’s been in love with you for a while now. This is Evan’s warren lipka I just wanted to specify
Word Count: 2928
Warnings: None this is pure fluff, Warren being his usual goofy and incredibly hot self
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You were having the time of your life right now, nothing was funnier than drunk Warren Lipka. He was the definition of a hot mess, one second he was grinding on some random lady on the dance floor and the next second he was passed out on the toilet, pants down and Spencer had to go and get him. You always volunteered to be their designated driver when they went out, you loved getting to see Warren like this. And because you would never get drunk in front of Warren, you knew you were a bold drunk and whatever you did he would never let you forget it. 
You scanned the room trying to make sure you had eyes on them. Spencer was snoring with his head down surrounded by empty bottles and various wrappers, he was sitting at a table towards the center of the bar and Warren was near the front of the bar. He was currently fighting with some woman over the karaoke machine. Warren wrestled the microphone from her and her friends cussed him out before he flipped them off. He took the makeshift stage stumbling on the last step. 
He squinted his eyes till he found you, you gave him a wave, water still in hand. He gave you a lopsided smile before pointing in your direction, pushing his hair back. “This one goes out to my girlfriend!” The crowd wolf whistled as they turned to face in your direction. You rolled your eyes.
“I’m not his girlfriend!” You shouted back with a laugh. 
“Yea but I wish you were!” He shouted back. 
“Wait what.” You felt your eyes bulge out of your head and turn to look at Spencer, he had the same shocked look on his face. You looked at him for an explanation and he just shrugged his shoulders, as clueless as you were. Warren whispered something to the guy running the machine and a second later Eddie Money started blaring out of the speakers, drowning out your attempts to call him off the stage. 
Warren bopped his head to the music, jerking his hips out, still pointing in your direction. “I feel a hunger, it’s a hunger, That tries to keep a man awake at night!” He began to sing and it was awful. He was basically screaming and his voice was raspy from all the alcohol. But he put up so much of a performance into the way he sang the audience didn't seem to care. He held eye contact with you slowly moving off the stage and towards you.
The spotlight followed his movements, the light creeping closer to your secluded corner of darkness. “Are you the answer?” Your heart pounded at the implication of his words and the way his eyes seemed alert. He continued singing until he was directly in front of you. He threw the cord around you and used it to pull you close, you stumbled into him catching yourself on his chest. He leaned forward, his close proximity making the hair on your arms stand up, he lowered his voice as he nudged the side of his head into yours. “I can feel you breathe, I can feel your heart beat faster…” 
He watched you with half lidded eyes, moving closer, his lips nearly brushing against yours, but before you could make contact he pulled away from you nearly causing you to trip over the cord as he yanked it back towards him. He danced back towards the center of the bar and jumped up on the table where Spencer was at. He threw his head back and screamed out the lyrics “TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT! I DON’T WANNA LET YOU GO ‘TIL YA SEE THE LIGHT!” 
He waved his arm in the air, signaling the crowd to sing along with him. He nudged Spencer with his foot and he began to sing along with the rest of the bar patrons. They were all drunkenly sighing along with Warren, their gazes locked on you. He moved his arms around madly jumping up and down on the table, going absolutely crazy. You laughed watching him thrust his hips forward, matching the beat of the song. He pulled Spencer on the table with him and they both began to drunkenly sing to you, your face hurt from smiling so widely. You took out your phone and began to record their little song and dance. You also took a picture of drunk Warren pointing at you and screaming be my little baby. He had nearly slipped off the table while doing it, so it was all blurry and his eyes were wild.  You made a mental note to make it your lockscreen later. 
He started up at the chorus again, this time him and Spencer belting it accompanied by the other customers. “TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT!” Warren jumped a little too close to the edge of the table and launched him and Spencer on the floor, knocking over the neighboring tables. You were doubled over in laughter, Warren hadn’t even stopped singing he just carried on as he laid on top of Spencer on the floor. 
The security guard walked over to the two of them and picked them up by their shirt collars. He tried taking the microphone from Warren but he just held it closer still signing into it, even though the music had stopped. The security guard looked at you and called you over. “Come get your boyfriend!” 
“He’s not my boyfriend!” 
“BUT HE WISHES HE WAS!” The bar patrons chanted together, remembering what Warren had shouted to you earlier. Your face burned in embarrassment as you want to collect them. Ripping the microphone from Warren’s hands as he whined and handed it to the security guard. The crowd cheered Warren on as you guys were escorted out, he bowed and blew kisses to the crowd. You had to drag him by his arm all the way to the car, Spencer just walked alongside you guys smiling to himself. 
You shoved Warren into the passenger's seat and he groaned as he hit his head on the roof going in. Spencer laughed at him. “Shut up!” Warren called reaching into the back seat. 
“Stop that!” You said, pulling him back into the front seat. You buckeld yourself in before starting up the car. “I can’t believe you got us kicked out of my favorite bar.” You scolded. You weren't really all that mad about being kicked out, you were more upset about the way Warren had said he wished you were his girlfriend. You knew that when Warren was drunk he would say and do just about anything so you learned not to take him seriously. But you had been crushing on him for years now and for a second you had felt a flicker of hope that he returned your affection. 
Warren just pouted with his arms crossed for a moment before playing with your radio flicking through the channels. He smiled when he heard the song he was singing earlier again. “Oh no not again.” You said reaching over to turn the radio off, he smacked your hand away and kept his own covering the buttons. 
“Warren.” You warned, glancing over to glare at him. He just smirked and started singing again. 
“Come on (y/n) sing with me!” 
“No.”
“I feel a hunger….” He leaned across to the seat getting really close to whisper in your ear. “Come on, you know you wanna sing with me. You know you wanna take me home tonight.” He slurred. You pushed him back into his seat laughing at his poor attempt at flirting. But it got you to play along. 
“Oh yeah, I’ll take you home tonight.” You said in an over seductive voice, reaching over to run your hand up and down his thigh. 
“Really?” He asked, biting his bottom lip. 
‘Yeah I’m gonna take both your asses home and make sure you stay there.” You pushed your hand into his chest knocking him back into his seat. 
He groaned, lulling his head to the side knocking it against the window with a soft bonk. “You’re no fun.” 
You winked at him. “I know.” You softly hummed the tune to yourself the rest of the ride home and Warrens smiled to himself at watching you. 
You dropped them both off at Warren’s place, he said his dad wasn't home so Spencer could crash there. Warren had nearly fallen down the stairs into the basement, but you caught him and propped him up. He blushed as you gently helped him lay down in bed and removed his shoes. You laid him down and he grabbed your hand as you moved to leave. “What, no goodnight kiss?” You rolled your eyes and moved back towards him. He closed his eyes and puckered his lips, you made him lay back down and settled for a kiss on his forehead. 
“Goodnight Warren.” He was glad the lights were off so you couldn't see how red his face had gotten from your simple kiss. He hadn't expected you to do anything at all. 
“‘Night.” 
Warren woke up in the middle of the night, needing to pee. As he was washing his hands he was hit with a full memory of what had happened last night. He stumbled out of his room and made his way to Spencer who was passed out on the couch. “Dude.” He shook him. “Dude wake up!”
Spencer jolted awake. “What do you want Warren?” 
“Did I do what I think I did last night?” Warren said slowly, his brows furrowed.
“If you’re asking if you indirectly confessed to (y/n) by serenading her with an Eddie Money song and then asking her to take you home tonight about a million times then yes.” Spencer curled back into himself hugging the blanket closer. He was always thankful when you made a bed for him. You always remember to give him a blanket and a pillow. Warren always forgot and he ended up having to use a newspaper or a couch cushion to keep warm. He turned back, opening one eye. “She also kissed you goodnight and left you a care package.”
“I’m sorry she kissed me?” Warren said, yanking Spencer's blanket away. 
“Yes.” Spencer said bordely, blindly fumbling for his blanket. “On the forehead idiot, you asked her for a kiss and that’s all she gave you.”
“But she kissed me?”
“Yes. Now give me my blanket back.”
“One more thing.”
“What?” Spencer groaned, trying to get his blanket back. Warren kept holding it out of his reach. 
“You said she left me a care package.”
“Yea, on the table.” Warren dropped the blanket back on Spencer and practically sprinted over to the table. “ But she left a gatorade for me too so don’t drink them both!” Spencer added before going back to sleep. There was a little wooden tray with a gatorade, an aspirin bottle and a whole bunch of little tricks to help with a hangover. He smiled at your sweet sentiment and downed some of the pills hoping they would ease his pounding head. He held the little care package in his hands, smiling at it unconsciously. You were always so thoughtful, you always took care of his dumbass and got him out of whatever trouble he managed to get into. You were always there for him when he needed you. He had always had lingering feelings for you but he’d brush it off as a crush, Warren Lipka didn't have “deep feelings.” 
But the longer he looked at the care package you left him and as he reflected on the events of last night he couldn't deny it any longer. “Shit.” He mumbled running a hand down his face. Spencer had turned to look at him. “I’m in love with her.”
“You're just now realizing this.” Warren tossed a pillow at him and Spencer batted it away. “So what are you going to do?”
“Nothing.”
“What?” 
“I’m just gonna hold all my feelings in until I die.” 
“Are you serious?”
“Deadly.” 
Spencer sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He yawned out his reply. “Just tell her you liked her like a normal person.” 
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“What if…” Spencer sensed the change of tone in Warren’s voice and he now had his full attention. “What if she doesn't like me back. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
Spencer bit his lip, debating on telling Warren what you had told him. Warren noticed Spencer's suspicious behavior and his eyes narrowed. “You know something.”
“No I don’t.”
“Yes you do.” Warren plopped onto the couch beside Spencer. “Tell me.”
“I’m not really supposed to-”
“Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell-”
“Okay!” Spencer huffed. Spencer looked around as if making sure you weren't there to overhear him. “She told me that she likes you.”
“WHAT?” 
“Don’t yell, I still have a hangover.” Spencer groaned, pressing his fingers to his temple. He got you to take some aspirin, Warren followed.
“She likes me, since when??” Spencer bit his lip. Warren yanked his gatorade away. “How long has she liked me spencer?””
“Since high school.”
“WHAT?”
“Dude.” Spencer yanked his gatorade back. “I told you to stop yelling.”
“You knew that she liked me since high school and you never told me.”
“She made me promise not to tell.”
Warren glared at him. He wanted to be mad but the knowledge of you liking him outweighed his anger. “And you’re sure she still likes me?’
“Yeah.” 
“Positive? This ain't something I can't take a risk on. I need to be one million percent sure.”
“Yes.” 
“Yes what?”
“Seriously?” Spencer signed. Warren glared at him and he rolled his eyes. “Yes I’m sure she still likes you.” 
Warren went up the stairs of the basement taking two at a time and yanking the door open. “Where are you going?” Spencer called up.
“To go see her.”
“But you don’t have a car. And it’s the middle of the night.”
“I don’t care and I don’t need one.” Warren slammed the door shut on his way out. Spencer winced and went to lay back down. “That idiot is going to run there.” He grumbled.
You woke up to hear pounding on your door. You were still in bed and your roommate went to answer the door. She took one look out before slamming it shut. “Who is it?” You asked.
“Your hot friend.”
You got up and  opened it, Warren was on the other side, bent over and breathing really hard. “Warren?”
“Hey.” He wheezed out.
“Are you okay?”
“Mhmm.”
“You know it’s like 4 in the morning right?”
“Mhmm.” 
“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re really sweaty and you sound like you’re dying.”
“I’m good just give me a minute.” 
“Do you wanna come in?” Warren glanced behind you and saw your roommate leaning back in her chair, trying to see what was going on. 
“Nah. I-'' He took a deep breath before starting again. “I kinda want us to be alone for this.” 
You closed the door behind you and leaned against it waiting for him to continue. Warren stood back up, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face. He was all disheveled, still dressed in his clothes from last night. But his shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his chest to you, you did you best not to look. “So.” He started off, looking down at the floor. 
“So…”
“About last night.” Warren fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “I meant what I said.” He looked up to see your reaction, you were watching him with wide eyes silently asking him to continue. “I really like you, like a lot. And I have for a while now but I was too scared to admit it. I didn’t want to risk ruining our friendship.”
Your heart was beating out of your chest, you were pretty sure the whole dorm could hear it. “You… you like me?” 
“Yeah.” Warren rubbed the nape of his neck, his brown eyes staring into your own, waiting to see your answer. 
You smiled and glanced down at the floor. “I like you too.”
“Really?” His voice was hopeful, the edges of his lips curling into a smirk.
“Yeah.” You guys stared at each other like idiots with wide smiles on your faces. 
“So…” Warren started again this time a little more brave. ‘Would you maybe like to go out sometime?”
“I would love to.”
Warren pumped his first in the air. “Yes!” You laughed and went to open the door to your dorm. “As much as I love confessing to you in the hallway it’s the middle of the night. You should probably get back to bed.” He nodded. “So I guess I’ll see you around.” 
“Yeah, I’ll call you later to set up our date.”
“Okay!” 
You began to close the door before Warren rushed forward, he put his hands on the door frame, stopping you from closing it. “Wait! Can you uh, can you drive me home. I don't think I would survive running all the way back.”
“Sure.” you giggled, grabbing your keys and locking the door behind you. Warren smirked at you as you guys made our way down the hall. 
“So what you’re saying is you’ll take me home tonight.” He sang the last part, winking at you. You pushed his shoulder. 
“Don’t make me regret saying yes to going out with you.”
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