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bitchyycapricorn · 1 year

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Is She Really Your Girlfriend?

•Peter Parker x Reader•

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Word Count: 5k+

Synopsis: After getting a new boyfriend, Y/N starts failing her classes.Her parents set her up for some extra help. Until that extra help becomes too helpful.

WARNINGS: smut, praise kink, cheating (with peter), oral (M and F receiving), unprotected sex

(AN: Not edited)

“How did I get myself into this mess?” You wondered to yourself as you knocked on the apartment door. You knew exactly why you were here, and that it was in fact your fault. You always kept good grades. After all, you were an A and B student depending on the subject, and that had never changed. Well, until this year. Suddenly your grades were slipping and your once A subjects were Cs and your once B subjects were Ds. So your parents did the only thing they could think of, hire a tutor.

You were brought back to reality as the door opened to reveal the curly haired boy that the school had recommended to your parents to help you out. “Hey Y/N” he said with a small smile, gesturing for you to come inside.

“Hi Peter,” you said while returning the smile. You stepped inside and thanked him for making the time to help you out, even though you knew deep down your parents had offered him a good amount of money to take you under his wing.

“My aunt isn’t here right now so we can set up our stuff over there,” Peter said as he led you into his living room and over to the couch. His backpack was already leaning against the table and his notebooks were placed on a neat stack on top of the coffee table in front of the couch. “Can I get you something to eat or drink?” He offered, awkwardly pointing over to the kitchen.

“No I’m good for now, thank you for offering though.” You said while taking a seat on the couch. Peter joined you and began to shuffle through some of the loose papers in his math notebook. Peter shifted slightly and looked over to you nervously. “I uh.. your mom said you really needed help in math.” His voice was quiet and a bit shaky, he looked almost scared to be in your presence.

“Yeah... I’m not doing too hot in math right now.” You admitted, offering a warm smile and a small laugh to try and ease the tension. Peter only nodded and began to explain the latest lesson to you. You kept your focus for the first 15 minutes or so before slipping back into your thoughts. You couldn’t help but to feel stupid. Not because you were failing, but because it was Saturday. Sarah’s big Senior party was tonight and at this very moment, you should’ve been with all your friends getting ready. You weren’t actually a party person, the noise was usually too much and everyone always reeked of alcohol. The only reason for your sudden appearances at every single party that was thrown was because of your new boyfriend, Flash Thompson. He liked to show you off and you liked the attention. And that was the issue. Suddenly parties, your friends, and Flash became your top priorities and school was completely tossed aside. You felt like you had a certain reputation to keep up now. Your friends were nice enough to set you up with Flash and you weren’t going to let them and the rest of the school down. You and Flash were perfect for each other. It was like everyone said, pretty and rich were the best combination. You had fed into this belief so much that it was until after you tearfully agreed to be Flash's girlfriend that you realized something: you didn’t like Flash. So now you spent most of your time convincing yourself that those emotions would come with time. That soon enough you would be head over heels for Flash and the two of you would truly make the perfect couple. The only challenging part was keeping Flash off of you until those feelings came. You didn’t mind the occasional kiss, or the hugs he would give you. You didn’t mind the hand holding either, mainly because that was mandatory couple stuff that you simply couldn’t get out of. You just couldn’t go any further with Flash. Meaning every time you found the two of you alone you had to find another excuse for why you couldn’t have sex. You were quickly running out of excuses despite only being together for about a month.

“Earth to Y/N” Peter waved his hand in front of your face once again snapping you out of your thoughts. “I know I’m boring but damn, have you really not been listening this whole time?”

“I’m so so sorry Peter, I really am. I was just thinking about other stuff and-“

“You were thinking about your boyfriend and how you’re missing the party with him tonight, right?” Peter cut you off. You looked away guiltily knowing he was not only right, but that you were being a total dick right now by not paying any attention to Peter's lessons.

“Honestly yeah, I was. But I really do appreciate your help Peter. I’ll focus now I promise. No more getting distracted.” You swore holding up your pinky finger to him.

Peter tried to keep a straight face but couldn’t help but crack a smile at the gesture. He wrapped his pinky around yours and nodded.“Alright, let’s get to it then.” Peter smiled.The rest of the lesson went by pretty quickly and you didn’t get distracted again until the very last part of your physics run down. You were still paying attention to Peter, just not his words. You had noticed him a hundred different times before and each and every time you were reminded just how attractive Peter Parker really was. But there was always a social boundary that kept the two of you apart. That boundary wasn’t around when the two of you were alone though, so you let yourself look at Peter in a way you wouldn’t dare to at school. You looked at how soft and fluffy his hair looked. How his soft curls fell effortlessly. Or how his chocolate brown eyes lit up when he would talk about something that excited him. Would his eyes light up like that tonight when he told his Aunt about your study session together? Would his cheeks flush the way they did every time he looked at you when he told the story as well? What would his lips taste li….

This time you snapped yourself out of your thoughts. “Wait, can you actually explain that last part again? You had me and then I was lost and I thought I got it again but I actually don’t.” You sputtered trying to avoid looking at Peter's lips again.

“Oh yeah of course!” Peter beamed, re-explaining the section. You thanked him profusely as you both began to pack your stuff up.

“I will see you again on Tuesday right?” You asked while slipping your backpack onto your shoulder.

“Yep, that’s correct. See you around 5:30?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.

“That works for me! See you Tuesday Peter.” You waved before exiting his apartment.

Peter watched the door close and let out a sigh. He had been pining after you for years and couldn’t believe you had finally come over, even if it was by force. Peter’s cheeks heated up just thinking about how close the two of you had been. He couldn’t wait to tell Aunt May everything, even if he knew that to you, it was just a study session.

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It had been about three weeks since you and Peter had started meeting three times a week to study together. You met Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturdays. With Peter's help on catching up and a designated time to do your homework you found it wasn’t hard to get back to where you needed to be grade wise. All your grades were back up and you and Peter were only planning to meet for another week or so to make sure you maintain your grades. You weren’t going to complain of course, you found you really really liked Peter's company. Much more than you had liked the company of some of your friends…and Flash. And days like this were always nice when you had the place to yourself the whole day since May had to go out of town for work.

“Okay…” Peter began as he looked through your list of classes. “We never covered anatomy, did we?” He finished with a frown.

“Oh, we don’t have to worry about anatomy! I’ve always had an A in that,” you beamed proudly.

“Thank goodness,” Peter chuckled, “cause honestly, I have no clue what’s going on in that class.”

“What? You mean…Peter Parker for the first time ever doesn’t…doesn’t know something?” You gasped in the most exaggerated and dramatic way possible.

Peter let out another soft laugh and shook his head. “Too much going on, too many bones and tissues and just…what?”

“Here, I’ll teach you a trick that’s always helped me.” You smiled, grabbing his hand softly. “Okay, so when I’m trying to learn where something is I try to find it in my own body and just lightly press there. It’s actually better to do it on another person, and lucky for you I’m here.” You say guiding his hand to your rib cage. “See, if you press here you can feel my floating ribs.” Peter's eyes widen as you guide his hand over to your body. His fingers make contact with your sweatshirt and he can feel his whole body heat up.

“Y-yeah,” Peter stutters trying to keep from passing out. Peter had never touched you like this before. You had both gotten extremely close over the last two weeks and had “touched” one another. As in you had hugged Peter, and playfully bumped his hip while you occasionally cooked dinner and made snacks together but never had he touched you, or anyone for that matter, like this.

“Oh shit, you probably can’t feel a thing with my sweatshirt being so thick,” you said, quickly pulling it up before placing Peter's fingers back where they were before. Peter's eyes fluttered closed as he sucked in a breath. Your skin was so warm, you smelled so sweet right now. It was his favorite perfume on you out of all the ones you owned. Now your smell was as intoxicating as ever. He was so deep in his thoughts he hadn’t even realized he had fully placed his hand on your body, no longer just his finger tips.

You let out a small gasp at the feeling of his cool hand on your skin as you focused on his face. “P-peter,” you whispered softly. Peter's eyes fluttered open again, realizing that he had fully placed his hand down.

“I-I’m, I didn’t mean-” Peter stuttered, beginning to pull his hand away. You placed your hand on his quickly to stop him from pulling away.

“Peter…I-” you sucked in a breath and stared into his soft brown eyes that you had fallen deeply in love with over the last few weeks. “I really like you Peter.” Peter’s eyes widened even more as he tried to find the right words.

“Y/N..but..Flash..” he managed to get out. His heart was beating faster now, you said the words he had dreamed of you telling him for years now. But he knew it was an impossible dream still, even though you had said it.

“I don’t like Flash,” you said, moving closer to Peter. “He doesn’t make me laugh like you do, he doesn’t make my heart flutter, he doesn’t excite me, he doesn’t make me feel anything…” your lips were now inches apart and Peter wasn’t sure if the gap was going to, or even should close. “My friends set me up with Flash, I tried to like him…but you’re the person I want. Whenever I’m with him I think of you…I wish it was you kissing me, holding me…Everytime Flash asks me to sleep with him I wish it was you. I want it to be you so bad I say no every time Peter.”

Peter couldn’t take it anymore, He didn’t care if Flash would run him over with his car or make his life a living hell. All he cared about at that moment was you.

Peter's lips pressed against yours and his grip shifted down to your waist. Your hands found their way to the back of his neck as you drew him closer to your body. “It’s so hot in here,” you mumbled, pulling away from Peter's lips. “I think we should take our clothes off..”Peter nodded before realizing what you said.

“Y/N, I haven’t, I don’t know..I’m” Peter fumbled over his own words looking at you like a deer in headlights.

“Peter, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I didn’t mean to push you,” you whispered softly. “And, I haven’t done anything sexual either. I just know that I would like it to be with you. Even if it isn’t now but in the future..” you said, pressing a soft kiss to Peter's lips.

Peter melted into the kiss while pulling you closer once again. “I’m really nervous, but I want to do this.” He said with a small laugh. You gave him a wide smile quickly kissing him again. You continued to make out until Peter was hovering over you and positioned between your legs.

“You know we still have our clothes on right?” You giggled as Peter pulled away for air. He gave you a dorky smile as you lightly tugged on his blue Midtown shirt. He sat up slightly so he could take it off. You could feel your jaw drop as Peter pulled the shirt over his head and allowed it to fall to the floor. “Peter what the fuck,” you gasped. You ran your hand down his chest, pausing at the band of his sweatpants. “You are like, super built…” you said in awe.

“Yeah…I know I don’t really give off that impression. I assume you’re pretty relieved I’m not like super scrawny.” He said, shifting his gaze to the side. If you two were in this position a few years prior Peter wouldn’t have had his spider bite and he would have been super scrawny.

“Peter Parker,” you said, grabbing his chin lightly so he was looking at you again. “I could care less about what build you have. I only gasped because I’ve been waiting for this moment for longer than I care to admit. So yeah, I would’ve gasped regardless. Since personally, I just think you’re hot.”

Peter felt himself melt into your touch realizing he had nothing to worry about. You liked his body because you liked him. “I know you’re still fully clothed, but I know that once you’re not I’m going to absolutely love your body as well. I mean, I love your body with clothes on, I just would love to see you without them on,” Peter rambled sheepishly.

“Take my clothes off Peter,” you cut in with a soft smile. Peter froze, slightly hesitating as he grabbed the hem of your sweatshirt. You sat up and helped him lift it off your body. “Now take my bra off Peter,” you whispered while guiding his hands behind your back. His mouth went dry as he fumbled with your bra clasps. He hadn’t even gotten a chance to admire you in a bra before you were having him take it off you. His shaky hands struggled for a moment before the clasps popped apart and your bra was sliding off your body. You tossed it to the floor with your other discarded clothes allowing Peter to take in the view in the process. “Now touch me Peter,” you murmured softly, letting your back hit the cushion beneath you. Peter’s hands slowly went to your waist, sliding up your body until he was lightly cupping your tits. He took in a slow breath as he ran his thumb across your nipple. He leaned down into your neck and began planting soft kisses anywhere he could. His hands softly squeezing your tits in the process. His kisses soon made their way down between your tits and you felt Peter pause. He gazed up at you for a moment before planting kisses onto your right tit.

You shifted underneath him, letting out a soft moan as his lips wrapped around your nipple. “Peter…” You whined, tangling your hands in his soft brown locks. “Please.”Peter nipped lightly at your skin as he made his way over to your left nipple. Your back arched underneath his touch feeling a pool forming between your legs. Peter shifted his body so his thigh was pressed against your heat as he continued laying kisses all across your soft skin. You let out a shaky moan at his action and began to grind into his thigh desperately wanting relief. Peter’s hands trailed down your sides and gripped your hips, helping you grind into him.He leaned up to place a soft kiss to your lips before pulling his leg away from your heat. You let out a desperate whine as the knot in your stomach disappeared with the loss of contact. “Fuck Peter,” you groaned, “I want you.”

Peter smiled softly, slipping a finger under the band of your sweatpants. “Can I?” He asked, beginning to slowly tug them down as you nodded profusely, letting out a string of moans. Peter slid the pants down your thighs and off your legs, your underwear coming off as well. He shifted his body downwards, placing your thighs over his muscular shoulders. You gasped at the feeling of his hot breath on your heat. “You’re so pretty..” Peter praised as he pressed a kiss to your thigh.

“Mmm fuck, Peter please,” you pleaded. Peter placed his hands on your hips and pulled you forward. He leaned in fully now, making you whine. His tongue slowly circled your clit, as his thumbs rubbed soft circles into your hips. Your hips slowly began to move with his motions as your hands made their way to his hair. Grabbing onto his soft curly, you pushed Peter's face into your heat. Your hips moved in a circular motion as you desperately searched for releases. He loved the way you were fucking his tongue. He loved the way you tasted and the way you were moaning his name. He loved the way your thighs trembled, and he was loving the way your body felt as it tensed up as you got closer.

“Peter!” You cried feeling the knot in your stomach finally snap. Your legs trembled and Peter held your body close, helping you ride out your high. You sat up slightly to look at Peter still between your thighs. He placed small kisses on your inner thigh making you let out a soft moan. “Peter,” you said, letting out a soft breath. “Thank you, you made me feel so good.” Peter smiled against your thigh as you bushed the loose curls off his sweaty forehead. “I want to touch you now, please.”

Peter let out a soft moan as he sat up to place a gentle kiss to your lips. “I would love that,” he whispered softly as he pulled away. Your hands slowly made their way down to his sweatpants. You dragged your finger over the thick band before continuing to trail your finger downwards. Grabbing one of the strings, you were able to undo the knot by simply giving it a light tug. Your fingers made their way upwards once again, this time hooking under Peter's waistband. You began slowly removing his pants while also helping him lay back in the process.Peter propped himself up on the pillow that was leaning against the armrest. You sat comfortably on his lap, gently grinding yourself on his clothed dick.

Peter let out a shaky moan, his hands once again finding your hips. You dipped your head into the crook of his neck kissing the exposed skin. Your kisses were sloppy as you trailed them down his chest, scooting your body down the lower you got until finally you were laying between his legs on your stomach. You nipped at the skin of his v-line, while gently palming him through his boxers. “Oh fuck, that feels really fucking good,” Peter groaned, bucking his hips forward. You smiled against his skin, giving one last kiss before sliding down his boxers. You felt mesmerized by the sight of his aching cock. Peter hissed as you gently licked the precum off his red tip. Leaning in again, you sucked lightly on just the tip making Peter let out a throaty moan. “Y/N, don’t tease,” he begged while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You sunk down on his cock slightly further, making sure not to break eye contact as you did so. Peter gasped, placing his hand on the back of your head nudging you down even further. You moaned at the feeling of him pushing your head down onto his cock. Peter's breathing became heavy as he helped guide your head up and down his shaft. “F-fuck, uugg” Peter whined, thrusting into your mouth repeatedly. “Wait..fuck, I’m gonna-” Peter pulled out of your mouth quickly trying to avoid finishing before actually getting to fuck you.

“You alright?” You asked as you pressed a soft kiss to his temple. Peter nodded with a smile, gripping your waist as you hovered over his body. He shifted you over into his arm so he could flip your positions. His body once again hovering over yours. Your legs wrapped around his torso, pulling his hips towards yours. “Peter,” you moaned, feeling his lips leave a trail of hot kisses down your neck and to your collarbone. “Peter please, I need you.” Peter kissed your forehead as he lined himself up and slowly pushed into you, causing you both to let out a string of low moans.

“You alright love?” He asked, staying still to allow you to adjust to the sensation of him being in you.

“Yeah,” you reply shakily, “I just really really want you to fuck me.” Peter is quick to oblige, thrusting into you slowly. His thrust becomes faster as he finds a steady pace, giving a few normal thrust before giving a good deep one. With each deep thrust your body quivers as you cry out Peter's name. Your nails dig into his back as you desperately cling onto him. He uses one of his hands to feel up and down your side, while his mouth leaves dark purple bruises on the side of your neck.

You slowly move one of your hands down his arm and snake it between your bodies to rub your clit as Peter continues to thrust into you. Peter notices your action and is quick to swat your hand away so he can replace it with his own. “Let me touch you love, so you can use that hand to keep touching me,” Peter whispered in your ear. His words made you moan and your knees feel weak. The feeling of his thumb circling your clit made your body feel like it was on fire.

As Peter's hips snapped into you slightly faster you felt the knot building up in your stomach about to break. “Peter I’m so close,” You cooed as a wave of pleasure washed over you. You pushed your tits up into his chest while arching your back. Allowing Peter to go even deeper. “Peter, oh mmm Peter!” You gasped, hands flying around his neck so you could hold him close as you came around his dick.

Peter moaned at the feeling of your orgasm, helping you fuck out the rest of your high.“Ah, Y/N I’m close,” Peter groaned, burying his face in your neck. His hand had moved away from your clit and slid underneath your back so he could lift you into him. Your body flushed against his as Peter thrusted up into you a few more times, finishing in you as he moaned your name.Your body went slack, feeling suddenly heavy at the feeling of Peters dick twitching deep inside you. He laid you down slowly, kissing your cheek, then your temple, and finally your forehead as he rubbed soft circles into your thigh. “I’m going to grab a towel to clean us up,” Peter whispered while planting another kiss on your forehead. You moaned in response, unable to move.

Peter pulled out of you slowly, causing you to moan again at the sudden loss of contact. “I’ll be right back, I promise,” Peter said as he slipped off the couch to grab a damp towel.He returned quickly with a warm damp cloth. He used it to gently clean the cum that was slowly leaking out of you and onto your thighs. He pressed soft kisses to your stomach and thighs as he cleaned you up, making you smile.

You moved your hand up to Peter's head so you could run your fingers through his soft curls as he continued to leave soft kisses all over your legs. “Peter,” you rasped. Peter hummed, placing another kiss on your slightly bent knee. “I love you.”

Peter sat up to look at you, a smile breaking out on his face. “I love you too love,” he said, getting off his knees to lay on top of you so he could kiss your lips over and over again until they were red and swollen.

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You woke up late afternoon the next morning to Peters laying on top of you. His head resting just above your bare chest. One of his hands lies to his side while the other holds onto your tit. Your clothes are still a scattered mess on the floor. One of your hands was still tangled in Peter's hair while the other lay on his back. You began rubbing his back, causing him to stir. “Good morning,” Peter yawned, pressing a small kiss to the side of the tit he was holding.

“Good morning to you too,” you hum, kissing Peter's forehead. “I think I may have overstayed my welcome though,” you teased.

Peter cracked a smile shaking his head.“You could never overstay your welcome. In fact, I’ll just tell May you’re going to live here from now on…. Oh FUCK!” Peter sat up suddenly looking at the digital clock near the TV. “May is going to be home any minute.” He exclaimed.

You both quickly pick up your clothes and scramble to get decent, cleaning up the area in the process. Just as you finish getting everything in place you hear May’s keys jiggle outside. You and Peter sit on the couch and pull you a random textbook to Pretend to be studying.

“Hey Peter I’m…oh hey Y/N.” May said, looking at you in surprise as she entered. “I didn’t think you and Peter were studying on Sundays?”

“I just really needed some extra help for the upcoming test,” You replied nodding towards the text book you and Peter had opened. May looked at the two of you hesitantly for a moment then shrugged.

“Alright, well I’m going to go get some rest, good luck studying.” And with that May was off.

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It was Monday morning and you and Peter quickly realized May was a lot less scary than the boyfriend you forgot you had. Especially since you hadn’t checked your phone until the night before when you got back from Peter's house. Flash had texted you at least 50 times between three social media apps in less than 48 hours. Part of you had wanted to text him back and break it off then and there but you knew you couldn’t do it over text. You already fucked up big time by cheating on him. Part of you felt like it would be worse to also break up with him over texts. So, you lied and told him you tried a silent phone weekend to try and focus on yourself and your studies and you didn't mean to ignore him like that. That you just needed some time to think about some stuff. You had hoped this would be a great way into a simple, quick, breakup in person.

Of course, you also didn't account for the hickeys that were littered all over your neck. You hadn’t noticed those either until you sat down at your vanity last night after already texting flash. It was mid October and even though you could wear sweaters to school, it wasn’t turtle neck weather yet.

So there you were, sitting in your car Monday morning, your neck caked in makeup. You weren’t overly sure how you planned to do this now, you could still kind of see the hickeys even under all the makeup you had on. Not to mention, you felt sick to your stomach knowing you didn't plan to tell Flash the whole truth. It was time though, so you picked yourself up, and made your way inside.

The atmosphere of the school felt unusually cold when you stepped inside. People stopped to stare at you as you made your way through the halls. An occasional whisper passed amongst the crowds. How could they know though? Peter wouldn’t have told. Your friends didn't know. That’s when you felt all your friends arms around you at once.

“Y/N, we’re so so sorry. We had no idea Flash would do that to you!” Emily wailed. You looked at her beyond confused, what the hell could Flash have possibly done.

“Oh shit, You don’t know do you?” Mia quipped up nervously.

“Sorry I don’t,” You gave an awkward smile as your eyes darted around your rather large group of friends.

“So you haven’t seen the video of Flash making out with the girl at the party last Saturday?” Sarah asked, absolutely mortified.

“Flash….cheated on me?” You asked as a smile began to creep onto your face.

“We’re really really sorry,” Gia said, rubbing your back softly.

“Speaking of Flash…” Kia nodded towards a clearly nervous Flash approaching your group.

“Y/N I am so-” Flash started but you quickly cut him off.

“Don’t apologize. I fucked up too. We both found someone else and that’s fine, let's just forget it and move on, okay?” Your response seemed to stun Flash, him and the rest of your friends.

“What do you mean YOU found someone else?” Flash bit back annoyed.

“Seriously? Flash we both cheated. We’re both horrible people. Honestly it's best we both just move on and forget this ever happened.” There were several gasps from your group as everyone looked around, clearly looking for who your Saturday night fling was.

Flash took a deep breath and straightened his composure. “You know what, that’s fair. But since you know who I got with, who the hell were you with? You weren’t at the party Saturday night. You’ve had to get help at Pen- holy shit. Did you…You cheated on me with Penis fucking Parker? You’ve got to be kidding me. What? Did you hold his hand? Kiss his cheek?”

“Yeah, we were studying. She kissed my cheek, and suddenly I was kissing the inside of her thighs” Peter said with a smirk as he leaned up against the locker.

Flash’s mouth fell open as he looked between you and Peter. “You- you’re telling me you gave my girlfriend head,” Flash’s face was bright red at this point.

“Mhm, on my couch.” Peter shrugged. “In fact, we did a lot of things on my couch.”

“Well, Flash, we gave it a try and it didn't work. Hopefully we can both be a lot happier with our new partners.” You said, offering up a sympathetic smile.

“I can’t believe you picked him over me,” Flash muttered.

“I can.” Peter shrugged.

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simplhee · 4 months

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be my +1

synopsis: when streamer heeplays needs to find a plus one to go with him to the Streamer Awards, what does he do? he makes a google form of course! and what happens when up-and-coming streamer y/n jokingly fills out the form, catching heeseung's attention? stream starting soon: be my +1 !!!

lvl 6. - women in stem ✨ [smau + written 336 words]

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as the clock ticked closer to midnight, the dimly lit room was bathed in the purple of LED lights, the soft glow of the streaming setup casting a haze over the cozy space that would be there for the remaining 22 hours. the plush gaming chair was pushed back so that you could sit back down, a drink now in hand as your headset covered your ears once more. chat became even more lively, the ping of donations and new subs joining the chorus of the stream.

🜲 yunjinlover: i am just a partner whose lover has gone out to sea 💔 (you’re just going to school)

pikachuus: we’ll miss you TT

mochimoshi: the loml is leaving me

🜲 chaewonshusband: are the other roomies in uni too?

“yes! all the other roomies except yuqi are in uni right now” a smile on your face as you reminisce on the memory of yuqi’s graduation. some chatters had their fun calling yuqi old before being scolded by the woman herself, a laugh escaping your lips before telling yuqi not to ban anyone.

duckpuck: rip to the one chatter you will be missed

nightwingsbooty: hella studious 💪

horanghaesssss: what majors are everyone?

“I can’t remember off the top of my head but jen is studying business while the others are cs, engineering, or game design majors…i think. personally i’m ____ which is fun i guess”

🜲 tokkiteok: fun!!!!

ohnaurs: omg women in stem✨

sunshinehoody: do you have a plus one for the streamer awards?

“ahhhh currently no, but honestly i don’t think i’ll have the time to find a date with having to juggle school and everything.”

“but who knows, mayb i will find someone by then”

catluvr: LET ME BE YOUR PLUS ONE

babyricky: omg wifeyyyyy 😍

hakudragon: you can step on me and i’d say thank you.

“woahhh there chat calm thyself. y’all are SIMPSSSS”

you giggled to yourself as chat tried to fight their simp allegations, “hey you know i’m just kidding chat, n e ways anyone up for some community games?”

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note: hi y'all sorry for the long wait I was in uni lol

pairing: streamer!heeseung x fem!reader content/genre: strangers to lovers, college au, streamer au, fluff, crack, (potential) angst, smau warning(s): swearing, ignore timestamps taglist is still open !!!

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callsign-mayhem · 11 months

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to the moon and back

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Mitchell!Reader Word Count: 5.2k

You are the daughter of Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell and the lifelong best friend of Bradley Bradshaw. Nothing has ever been able to get in between the two of you, not even the feelings you’ve been harbouring for him for as long as you can remember. But when you both get called to Top Gun for what seems to be a suicide mission, you realise that life is too short to keep your love for him a secret.

Y/CS - your call sign

Use of Y/N but no description of reader

You couldn’t remember the last time you laid eyes on Bradley Bradshaw, and if you’d known you would be this affected by the mere sight of him then you would have better prepared yourself. He was in his rightful place behind the piano at The Hard Deck, performing ‘Great Balls of Fire’ with all his usual enthusiasm, and then some. His infectious personality had every person in the bar gravitating towards him, belting out the lyrics along with him as though their lives depended on it. You had to draw from every reserve of strength you had so as not to march right up to him and kiss him senseless. You’d missed him so much.

Being deployed had been difficult for you and had felt like exactly the wrong thing at the time, but eventually you realised that it was what you needed. If you’d stayed, it would have only been a matter of time until you spilt your guts to Bradley about the feelings you’d been harbouring for him since you were teenagers.

The song was almost over and so was your time for composing yourself. It was ridiculously warm in the packed bar, so taking a deep breath was no good. You resigned yourself to a few shots of something strong - liquid courage if you will - and headed to the bar to speak to Penny.

‘Y/N!’ she exclaimed, ‘what are you doing here?’ ‘I have no idea,’ you told her, ‘an assignment of some sort. I find out more tomorrow,’ you gestured to Bradley and a few of your other friends from the academy, ‘and apparently I’m not the only one they called. I don’t know whether I should be worried or relieved.’ ‘Your dad was just in here. He know you’re back?’ ‘Yeah, I haven’t seen him yet though,’ you gestured to the bottle of Jack behind her, ‘can I get one of those, please? Or three?’ Penny reached for the bottle and a shot glass. ‘Not wasting any time, huh?’ You glanced behind you to where Phoenix was patting Bradley on the back and getting everyone to cheer for him, ‘It’s been a while since I’ve seen these guys.’ ‘You mean it’s been a while since you saw Rooster,’ she smiled knowingly. You downed your shot and slammed the tiny glass back down. Penny refilled it immediately, ‘That too,’ you admitted with a wince. ‘You already know what I’m going to say.’ ‘Yes, and you already know why I can’t tell him.’

You downed your second shot and just as you were about to do your third, someone covered your eyes with their hand. You knew who it was without having to hear him speak or look at his face because you’d know him deaf and blind. Hell, you’d know him in death.

The familiar rumble of his voice in your ear set your entire nervous system alight: ‘Guess who.’ ‘Hmm,’ you pretended to think, ‘I don’t know. Hangman?’ Rooster scoffed, ‘I haven’t seen you in two years and the first thing you do is insult me? Glad to know some things never change, Y/CS.’

You spun around and looped your arms around his neck, pressing your face into the side of his. He lifted you off the floor and spun you around with all the grace of a bull in a china shop, laughing like a little kid. It felt like no time at all had passed.

‘And you’re still shooting whiskey like it’s water,’ he noted, setting you down gently, ‘so you definitely haven’t changed.’

You drank him in hungrily, trying to act like you weren’t totally out of control on the inside. In one of his dad’s old Hawaiian shirts with his aviators perched on the tip of his nose, he wasn’t exactly a brand new man. Something about him was different, though, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Even as the two of you had gotten older, you’d always seen him as the goofy kid in the cowboy hat that could make you laugh on the darkest days. Throughout high school and your time at the academy, he’d been the person you confided in about everything, and the only secret you’d ever kept from him was your ever-growing feelings for him. But now, after just over two years apart, he felt more like a stranger than ever before. Nothing had changed, but everything had changed, and you were struggling to figure out how that could be.

‘You want a beer?’ you asked. ‘Sure, but no more shots for you. We gotta be up early and I know if you carry on drinking like that you won’t get out of bed.’ ‘When you’re right, you’re right.’

You got Rooster a beer and a JD and coke for yourself before heading over to the rest of the group. There were a few people whose reputations preceded them but you’d never met in real life, and then there was Phoenix, one of your closest friends from the academy. When she saw you she practically jumped on you and Rooster had to take your drink from your hand so it didn’t spill everywhere.

‘Y/CS!’ ‘Hey,’ you giggled, ‘Phoenix, it’s great to see you too but I can’t breathe.’ ‘Sorry, sorry,’ she relented, ‘how’ve you been? I haven’t seen you since your deployment. When did you get back?’ ‘Couple of months ago,’ you told her, ‘I’ve been in South Carolina.’ ‘You’ve been back months?’ Rooster cut in, ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ ‘You know how it is, Roo,’ you said, ‘you get deployed, come home and your whole life is upside down for a while. By the time you’ve settled back in, weeks have gone by and you still haven’t had a chance to see anyone.’

He nodded, but his hurt was apparent. Hangman sidled up next to you and you’d never been more relieved by his incredibly annoying presence. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, hugging you tight. He was a massive ass, but you’d somehow ended up friends while being stationed together a few years ago. A lot of his bravado was an act, and when he let his guard down he was actually a great person to talk to.

‘Y/N Mitchell,’ he said, ‘Long time no see.’ ‘Can’t say I’m mad about that.’ His usual shit-eating grin was plastered across his face, ‘You and I both know that’s a lie.’ ‘Whatever helps you sleep at night, Seresin.’

Everyone makes small talk for a while and those who have never met before are introduced. You pull a barstool over and sit next to Bob, Phoenix’s new back-seater. She’s the first one to point out the elephant in the room.

‘So anybody know what this ‘special detachment’s’ all about?’ ‘A mission’s a mission,’ Hangman replies, ‘They don’t confront me. What I wanna know is who’s team leader. And which’a ya’ll have what it takes to follow me?’ Hangman winks at Rooster, needling him, ‘Hangman, the only place you’ll ever lead anyone is an early grave.’ Hangman looks up from his next shot and walks over to Rooster until they’re standing face to face. ‘Anyone follows you is just gonna… run outta fuel. But then that’s you all over, ain’t it, Rooster? Snug on your perch, waitin’ for juuuuust the right moment. That never comes.’ Rooster tenses visibly and you grab his arm, ‘Hey, you wanna get another drink? Feel like we’ve got some catching up to do.’

You leave the rest of the group to their game and grab a couple more drinks before heading outside. The Bronco is parked out front looking prettier than ever, paintwork glinting in the late-evening sunlight. If you had a dollar for the amount of late-night drives you and Bradley had taken in that thing, you’d be a billionaire.

You intended to sit at one of the tables outside The Hard Deck, but Rooster had other ideas. You ignored the swarm of butterflies in your stomach when he took your hand and led you down towards the beach and reminded yourself that you had no reason to be nervous; he was your best friend, he didn’t know about your feelings and nothing had changed.

‘I still can’t believe you’ve been back months and you didn’t tell me.’ You cringed, ‘I’m sorry, Bradley. I should’ve called, I know.’ ‘Mav know you’re back?’ Yeah, he’s here too.’

Your father was a touchy conversation subject and you tried to avoid talking about him as much as possible. Once you’d eventually realised that there was no way of convincing Rooster that everything he’d done had come from a place of love and concern, you’d given up trying to keep the peace. It was difficult, letting him fester in his own anger, but it wasn’t your fight. However, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t still holding out hope that things would go back to the way they used to be someday.

‘How’ve you been, anyway?’ you asked, swiftly changing the subject, ‘What’s new in your life?’ ‘The usual. Getting called down here is the most exciting thing that’s happened to me in months.’ You laughed, ‘That can’t be true. What happened to the girl you were dating?’ ‘Molly? Jesus Christ, that was over as quickly as it started. I stopped seeing her not long after you left,’ he sipped his beer, ‘what about you? Meet your future husband while you were away?’ ‘Nope,’ you sighed, ‘starting to think I’m destined to be alone forever.’ ‘What about Hangman?’ Rooster asked, Jake’s callsign sounding like ashes in his mouth.

To call your brief fling with Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin a mistake would have been putting it lightly. You’d been stationed together in Alabama for a little while and he was the only familiar person there so, naturally, you’d gravitated towards him and him to you. After getting to know each other better, one thing had led to another and you’d ended up sleeping together after one too many JD and cokes. That one night had led to another and another until you were pretty much dating, although neither of you had ever mentioned putting any kind of label on whatever it was the two of you had going on. Rooster had been up in arms when he found out, yelling at you down the phone that Jake was a complete and total asshole and that you deserved so much better, leading to the worst - and only - fight you’d ever had.

While getting involved with Jake was definitely a mistake and you didn’t plan on walking down that particular path ever again, you still stood by what you said in his defence: you have to get to know him in order to understand him.

‘You already know that’s over.’

Rooster looked at you and you had to remind yourself to breathe. You’d never wanted to kiss him more in your entire life.

‘I’ve got no idea why we’re here,’ he said, ‘but I’m glad you’re with me, Y/N.’ ‘Me too, Bradley. Me too.’

The special detachment, as it turned out, was a suicide mission. There was no other way of putting it. Your dad was immensely proud of you and your accomplishments and had never once doubted your abilities as a pilot, but he wasn’t happy that you were on this particular mission. He wasn’t happy that Rooster was on it either. After your first day of training, you went to dinner with your old man so you could catch up and talk about what you’d be in for over the course of the next couple of weeks. You hadn’t realised just how much you’d missed him until you were sitting in front of him, but part of you wished it was under different circumstances.

‘Surely me being part of the team you’re training goes against some kind of rule,’ you said around a mouthful of steak. ‘The stakes are so high, I think mostly every rule has already gone out the window.’ ‘I haven’t been this scared since I climbed in a cockpit for the first time,’ you admitted, ‘but I’ve also never wanted to be on a mission more.’ Your dad smiled, but there was fear in his eyes, ‘I don’t like that look, Y/N.’ ‘It’s the only one I got, Dad, and I got it from you.’ ‘Yeah, that’s what I’m worried about.’

White hot rage blinded you like a fire poker between your eyes. The minute Rooster walked through the doors you were racing up to him. Jake had to grab both of your arms and pull you off him to prevent you from swinging at him.

‘What the fuck was that Bradshaw?!’ you roared, ‘You got a fucking death wish?!’

He ran a hand through his hair, face flushed from the heat and the adrenaline coursing through his veins. You weren’t just angry at him for endangering his life, or your dad’s, for that matter, you were angry because you understood why he’d done it. And you knew that if you were in his shoes and you were up there with something to prove, you’d have done the exact same thing.

‘Can we not do this here?’

You shrugged Jake off and straightened out your flight suit, leading Bradley out of the room. He followed you outside into the blazing heat of the San Diego sun where you preceded to turn around and punch him so hard in the shoulder that he took a step back.

‘Jesus, Y/N,’ he huffed, ‘was that really necessary?’ ‘I don’t know, was nearly killing yourself and my dad really necessary?’ ‘I had it under control!’ You laughed humourlessly, ‘Yeah, it looked like it.’ ‘I’m not gonna have this fight with you,’ he said matter-of-factly, ‘I’m sorry for scaring you, but you have to understand-’ ‘I do understand!’ you screamed, ‘But just because I understand, doesn’t mean I can’t be pissed as hell!’

He pulled you flush against his chest and you softened immediately, unable to resist the comfort and security that came with one of Bradley’s bear hugs. If you had it your way, you’d stay in his arms like this for the rest of time.

‘You really need to have it out with Mav,’ you mumbled into his flight suit, ‘this is getting beyond ridiculous - it’s dangerous.’ He kissed the top of your head, ‘I know.’

You had to admit, dog fight football was a stroke of genius on your dad’s part. It was the perfect way to relieve any tensions between the team and also take everyone’s minds off the upcoming mission. Jake and Bradley - the two team captains - tossed a coin to decide who would pick first, and Jake ended up picking you. You suspected he did it just to get underneath Bradley’s skin, and judging by the set of his jaw as you marched over to Jake, his plan worked.

You also had Payback on your team, and between the two of you, you were carrying the whole game. You didn’t like to toot your own horn but… toot toot.

‘Come on Bradshaw!’ you yelled, smirking devilishly, ‘You really gonna let me kick your ass so spectacularly in front of everyone?!’ ‘You’ve got Payback! It ain’t fair!’ ‘Oh, so you don’t think we could win without him?!’

He was holding one of the balls and was preoccupied with insulting you, so when you ran at him at full force and snatched it right out of his hands, he was too stunned to try and stop you. Hangman and Payback both cheered, but as soon as Bradley refocused he was on your heels, and he had the advantage of extremely long legs.

Just before you could score, he came up behind you and wrapped both of his arms around your middle, lifting you off the ground and throwing you over his shoulder. You were so startled you dropped the ball and unluckily for you, Coyote was right there to pick it up and score another point for their team.

‘Put me down you cheat!’

Rooster was laughing so hard you could feel him shaking with it as he ran. He didn’t stop running until he reached the water and it was up to his waist, and then he dropped you in. It was freezing but actually quite a relief after running around in the sun all afternoon. You came up for air coughing and sputtering to find him doubled over with laughter, and you took the opportunity to drag him back down with you, pushing his head down further under the water. You knew you wouldn’t be able to overpower him long and before you could even comprehend what was happening he had a tight grip on both of your thighs, yanking you back under.

If not for the fact that it all happened so quickly, you would have spent more time revelling in the feeling of his big hands wrapped around the tops of your thighs. Your whole body broke out in goosebumps, and you knew it wasn’t from the chill of the water. When you both resurfaced you were smiling like fools and laughing like two lovesick teenagers, and you never wanted the moment to end.

‘Hey!’ Hangman called out, ‘Are you two still playing or what? I’ve got a game to win!’ With an eye roll, you yelled back: ‘Yeah we’re still playing, you couldn’t win without me anyway!’

Somehow, Rooster’s sunglasses had remained on his face throughout the entire fiasco, and you reached out and gently slid them off. He blinked against the sunlight and watched in awe as you put them on.

‘Did I say you could wear those?’ he asked. ‘Did I ask your permission?’

The two of you made your way back towards the rest of the squad, and it looked like your team was back in the lead. A sly remark about Rooster’s sabotage failing was on the tip of your tongue, but then he put his hand on your waist and pulled you into his side, ruffling the top of your head affectionately. The skin-on-skin contact was enough to drive you insane, and your words died on your lips.

‘Keep them,’ he murmured, ‘they look better on you anyway.’

When the mission got moved up, any calmness you felt dissipated like water on the hot asphalt of a runway. Your dad was now team leader and you had mixed feelings about it. You’d spent your whole life fearing for him, but knowing he was going on this mission really took the cake. And then there was the small issue of you being his kid, which would undoubtedly cloud his judgement when it came to selecting the rest of his team. For one, the chances of him even wanting you on the mission were slim to none, but then there was the worry that if he chose you, it would be seen as favouritism.

The final day of training was over and you’d been told to go and get some rest before tomorrow, and despite your exhaustion, you knew that if you were to lay down in your bunk now sleep wouldn’t come. It was one of those rare moments where the sky over Fightertown was empty and as a result, an eerie quiet had settled over the base. You were still in full flight gear - minus your helmet - sitting on the ground in the shade provided by the wing of your F/A-18. Before settling in for the night you still had to find time to shower, get something to eat and see your dad, but you were paralysed.

You dreaded to think how long you would’ve sat there if Rooster hadn’t suddenly materialised. He sat down opposite, stretching his long legs out so they were on either side of you.

‘What are you still doing out here?’ he asked gently, ‘You feeling okay?’

You were fiddling with your dog tags, a nervous tic you’d picked up in the academy, and Rooster never failed to notice. Looking into your eyes earnestly, he took both of your hands in his.

‘Talk to me, Y/CS.’ You sighed deeply, ‘I’ve never been this nervous about a mission before. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.’ ‘This is the highest-stakes mission either of us has ever gone on in our careers. I would be worrying if you weren’t nervous.’ ‘Yeah, but you know me, Roo. I don’t do nerves.’ ‘You think I’m not shitting my pants at the thought of having to fly tomorrow?’ You laughed despite the lump in the base of your throat, ‘You hide it better than me, then.’ ‘You can’t keep anything off your face, Y/N. I always know what you’re feeling.’ ‘You do?’

Your heart dropped at the thought of him being able to read you so well, but in hindsight, you should have known. You’d literally been destined to be best friends since before you were born, since your dads stayed up late one night talking about their futures, wondering if they’d have kids and how well they’d get along. As far as you knew, he’d never kept anything from you, and you’d only ever kept one thing from him. You lived your life at the same pace, shared the same moral compass and wanted all the same things. You finished each other’s sentences and could have secret conversations through facial expressions, without even having to speak. If he called, you answered. If he needed you, you ran to him, and vice versa.

You didn’t need him to confirm your worst fear: he knew you were in love with him. There was no doubt in your mind and you were a fool not to have seen it sooner.

As though he’d read your mind and sensed the worsening of your anxiety, he changed the subject.

‘What do you say we go and grab a bite to eat?’ ‘Like a last supper?’ Bradley laughed, ‘You can be really morbid sometimes, you know that?’

‘It’s been an honour flying with you,’ your dad said, ‘each one of you represents the best of the best. This is a very specific mission. My choice is a reflection of that, and nothing more.’ ‘Choose your two Foxtrot teams.’ Cyclone told him.

You fought the urge to vomit down your flight suit.

‘Phoenix and Bob. Y/CS and Payback.’

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

‘And your wingman.’

The tension in the air was palpable. A bead of sweat rolled down the back of your neck.

‘Rooster.’

You could feel Bradley’s eyes on you, but judging by the unpleasant feeling that had overcome you, turning around to face him wouldn’t be a smart idea. For one, he more than likely looked just as nauseous as you and seeing him like that would only cause your anxiety to skyrocket. Secondly, he was the one person you could be completely vulnerable in front of and since it was already taking every ounce of your strength not to cry, it was probably best not to engage.

For the next hour, the seconds passed you by like cars on a highway. You listened to Warlock explain the mission for the final time, but his words went in one ear and came out the other. You stayed at Payback’s side up until it was time to go, but just as you were heading out to the flight deck, your dad pulled you aside for the conversation you’d been anticipating since he said your name.

His expression was, as ever, unreadable and you decided that it was probably a good thing that you didn’t know exactly what he was feeling in that moment. If Maverick was nervous, then you really had something to worry about.

He pulled you close and squeezed you tight, and you let out a single, strangled sob.

‘I know you can do this.’ ‘Me too,’ you were clinging onto him for dear life, ‘but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified.’ ‘If I didn’t believe in you completely, I wouldn’t have chosen you.’ ‘I know, Dad.’ ‘I love you, Y/N.’ ‘I love you too. I’ll see you when we get back.’

He kissed the top of your head before letting you go and you headed out to the flight deck together. Payback was already waiting for you, but it seemed as though there was one more conversation to be had. Maverick patted Rooster on the back as he passed, throwing one final glance back at the two of you. All you could do was remind yourself over and over again that you’d be seeing him later and that you’d be going for steaks at your favourite diner back in San Diego before you knew it.

You could tell Rooster didn’t know what to say but it didn’t matter. You already knew, because you were thinking all the same things.

‘When we get home, I have some things I wanna talk to you about.’

He reached out to touch your cheek and you leaned into his hand, almost nuzzling his palm with the side of your face. Hugging him, you decided, would be too final. It would feel like a goodbye, and this wasn’t a goodbye, it was simply ‘see you later.’

‘There are some things I want to talk to you about as well,’ you smiled sheepishly, ‘but if you can read me as well as you say, you already know that.’ ‘Yeah, I know.’ ‘Fly safe, Roo.’ ‘Give ‘em hell, Y/CS.’

It wasn’t humanely possible to count how many times you’d flown. It was as natural as breathing oxygen, almost a second thought at this point. Getting into the cockpit of a fighter plane felt more like coming home than walking through the front door of the house you grew up in with your dad.

But nothing could have prepared you for that mission.

And nothing could have prepared you for the immense feeling of sheer panic and terror when your dad was hit. It was as though the bottom of your plane had dropped out and you were in freefall. If that wasn’t horrific enough, Rooster had gone after him. This paired with the chaos of the dogfight was traumatising enough that you’d forgotten how to breathe and what you were supposed to be doing. You had absolutely no idea how Payback managed to talk you down from going after both of them, but he did, as well as calming you down enough so you could fly back to the aircraft carrier.

You weren’t in the habit of being overly emotional in front of anyone who wasn’t Bradley or your father, but when you climbed out of the cockpit and Phoenix was already waiting for you, arms open, you collapsed onto her and broke down. You’d been completely inconsolable up until you got word of Rooster’s signal in an unidentified F-14.

Surprisingly, the relief came after cursing yourself for ever believing that your father could be bested by anyone. At this point, you were almost entirely sure that he was immortal. And as for Bradley, he was much stronger than everyone else realised. He gave Maverick a run for his money, and that was saying something. Phoenix was the only reason you hadn’t collapsed onto the ground when you realised they were okay and coming home, with the help of Hangman, of course. In the back of your mind, you were wondering how long it was going to take to hear the end of it from Jake.

And there you were on the flight deck with Phoenix’s arm around your shoulder and Payback’s around your waist, watching your dad and your best friend make the rockiest landing you’d ever seen. It felt as though all your internal organs were in your throat as you watched the net get thrown out, ready to catch the incoming aircraft and stop it from going overboard. The sound was near-deafening but you hardly noticed with the rushing blood in your ears. As soon as that plane stopped moving, you tore away from Phoenix and Payback and made a beeline towards the F-14, safety concerns be damned.

Your dad climbed out first, somehow steady on his feet despite what he’d just been through. But that was Mav all over, wasn’t it? He didn’t so much as wobble until you threw yourself at him.

‘Dad!’ you shrieked, ‘Are you okay? Are you hurt?’

He held you with the strength of someone who had a newfound value for their own life. He cradled the back of your head with one hand and stroked your hair like he used to when you were small.

‘I’m okay, are you okay?’ ‘You’re seriously asking me that?’ He laughed breathlessly, ‘I’m okay now.’ You squeezed him tighter than ever before, ‘I love you, Dad. I love you so much.’ ‘I love you too,’ he replied, releasing you reluctantly, ‘and I want you to know how proud I am of you for pulling that off.’ ‘It’s in my blood.’ He put his hands on either side of your face and leaned in to kiss your forehead, ‘I think you should go and speak to Rooster,’ he whispered, ‘we’ll talk more afterwards, okay?’

At the mention of Rooster, all the wind was knocked out of you. All you could do was nod at your father before he headed over to the rest of the squad, leaving you alone in front of the battered F-14. Rooster had jumped out right after your dad, but he’d given the two of you some space. You locked eyes like they do in the movies, but this wasn’t a movie. The world didn’t tilt on its axis or stop turning altogether; it was more like the two of you were the only ones in it that actually mattered. Everyone around you might as well have been frozen in time.

He was taking long strides towards you, but he couldn’t get to you quick enough so you ran to meet him halfway, not stopping until your face was mere millimetres away from his. He was filthy, covered in blood, and sweat and God only knew what else, but you were blinded by the light behind his eyes. You’d always been totally mesmerised by him, but this was something else entirely. It was suddenly very apparent to you that you would do anything this man asked of you, follow him down to the eye of any storm, love him until you took your final breath.

‘Y/N-’ ‘Don’t say anything,’ you interjected, ‘I already know what you’re gonna say, and I don’t wanna waste any more time.’

And before he could utter another word, you pressed your lips to his. The kiss started out soft but then he ran his fingers through your hair and somehow managed to pull your face even closer, deepening the kiss. He ran his tongue along your lips and you parted them for him, finally tasting him the way you’d wanted to for as long as you could remember. Your veins were thrumming with so much electricity you thought your head might explode. When you eventually parted, the space between you was too much for you to bear (you never wanted there to be any space between you and Bradley ever again) so you looped your arms around his neck just like you always did when you hugged him. His face was full of so much adoration, anyone would think you’d hung the bloody moon in the sky.

‘Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?’ he asked. ‘If it’s anywhere near as long as me, we’re going to be kicking ourselves.’ He kissed the tip of your nose and you damn-near melted, ‘I don’t want to go another day without kissing you like that.’ ‘Neither do I.’

You’d forgotten that the rest of your squad was standing a few feet away, waiting to celebrate with you. When you turned around, they were all cheering for you and Rooster and you could just about make out Phoenix’s ‘finally’ over the sound of Payback’s hoots. You knew you had to go over there and that there would be plenty of time to be alone when you got back to San Diego, but you couldn’t wait until then to tell Bradley how you felt about him. If he hadn’t already guessed.

You had to stand on tip toes to reach his ear, where you whispered: ‘I love you, Bradley Bradshaw. To the moon and back again.’ You felt him shiver beneath your touch. ‘I love you too, Y/N.’

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polarity | 04 yandere!jungkook au

pairing: yandere!jungkook x (f) reader

genre: yandere

warnings: 18+ , toxic relationships, unhealthy and obsessive behavior , mentions of mental health, manipulation, blackmail, cheating,

word count: 13.4k

summary: Your best friend’s new boyfriend becomes infatuated with you…

Parts: 01 | 02 | 03 | ❄️CS | 03 JK | 04

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A/N; Hi babes! I took quite a lengthy break for personal health issues but I’m back! I hope you enjoy this chapter :) ❤️❤️🥰

You didn’t know how much time had passed before you finally had pulled away from Jungkook. The tears were dry on your cheeks now. You stared down at his phone, the screen had finally stopped displaying the crude video and now it was paused, only the thumbnail was just as raunchy. Turning away, you lifted yourself off the floor, clenching your fists. You eyed Eunji's gift, not being able to stand the sight of it anymore. This time your feet moved at the speed of light, pulling a knife out from the wooden block near the kitchen sink. You saw Jungkook turn his head, quickly coming to his feet when he noticed what you were doing but it was too late, you plunged the knife directly into the leather material.

“Baby,” Jungkook called out, letting out a sigh in defeat when he noticed you were already repeatedly dragging the knife across the expensive purse, completely ripping it apart. Your hands seemed to work on their own, throwing every last bit of your pain into ruining it.

“Enough.” The knife was yanked out of your grip, he placed it on the counter beside you both and took the purse out of your hands, letting it drop to the floor.

“No! None of it is enough!” You cry out, you run your hands over your face and take a deep breath. You needed to calm down, you had to calm down. Jungkook was watching you with careful eyes, as if he was getting ready for you to lunge towards the knife again but you didn’t bother with it anymore. The sight of the purse didn’t heal nearly enough of your broken heart.

Have you really been so blind? The more you think about it, the more obvious the signs are. Eunji wasn’t newly like this, her behavior didn’t come out of nowhere. Why was your heart and mind so hellbent on convincing yourself that her true character was a surprise? Was she not always like this? You remember all the small instances in that moment, all the seemingly insignificant times she had ignored you or paid little attention to your feelings. Even back in high school, you remembered the times she would spend hanging out with other people and completely leave you out of the equation.

You would never ask for an apology, or even an excuse. You would simply take it as it was.

The times she would forget to bring you something when she went out to get food or drinks, even when you had specified to her and given her the money. How little attention she would pay you when you shared your thoughts about your future, your concerns. The conversation would always end up going back to her somehow. But she is never rude about it.

At least that’s what you thought. She is always sweet, understanding and shallow.

All the topics you had, they were all surface level, they never went deeper than what she wanted them to.

You had been too in love with your friend to realize that what you viewed as a childhood bond was simply a familiar acquaintance to her.

The moment the door opened, revealing Eunji’s distraught face, was the moment you knew you had stopped loving her. The sight of her tears rolling down her face, the mascara staining her soft cheeks and her blood shot eyes should have broken your heart. Because no matter how hurt you are, you always ached when the one you loved was in pain.

But you didn’t ache, a satisfied feeling had settled in you at her suffering. All the love you had for her was gone in that second. Both platonic and romantic.

“How fucking could you-“ You didn’t let her finish her sentence, your hands were still shaking and you could feel Jungkook’s eyes solely focused on you, his following your every move as you walked closer to her.

“How could I? How could you!” You shouted at her, your entire body felt hot with rage. You had never felt this type of betrayal before, never to this extent and much less from someone you had put on a pedestal for so long.

“How could you say those things about me!” You continued as you watched Eunji’s eyebrows draw together in feigned confusion. She then took in everything, eyes traveling down to the purse behind you and Jungkook’s figure standing directly in front of it.

It was even more insulting how she pretended she didn’t know what you were referring to.

“What are you talking abou-”

“Cut the act, you know exactly what I’m talking about.” You took a step closer to her and watched her expression slowly start to fall into that of guilt.

“Talking so much shit about me to your boyfriend? My personal issues? Making fun of me?” Her eyes darted downwards at the last part, her gaze no longer holding the same fierceness they had when she burst through the door.

“Why?” You ask, knowing full well you couldn’t bear to know the answer.

“Why would you do that to me? I was your best friend!” The lump in your throat almost stopped you from making out the next words.

“I-I fucking loved you!”

If you were expecting somewhat of a shocked reaction out of her, you got none. Which only confirmed the voice audios Jungkook had shown you, confirmed that she already knew.

It was silent for far too long. The room felt heavy, everything felt heavy. Eunji's eyes slowly lifted up to glance behind you, at Jungkook. The look on her face formed into something you couldn’t decipher, her pretty features twisted and she shook her head.

“So you decided that instead of talking to me, you go and fuck my boyfriend?” She whispered, eyes picking you apart now.

You wanted to deny it because it was the furthest thing from the truth. If only she knew the true intentions of that day, if only she knew that you had sacrificed so much of your sanity for her. You had been willing to put yourself through hell just in order for her not to end up hurt, to spare her feelings and heartbreak. You had put her feelings above yours, time and time again.

Everything had been for her.

But the entire time, your best friend had not once thought about you. Instead, she had spent her days completely betraying your trust, saying the cruelest things about you and breaking your heart into pieces.

“Stop acting like a saint, if you couldn’t figure out that I didn’t share the same feelings for you then you’re really more clueless than I thought.” She added with a scoff, flinging her hands up. “ Do you know how uncomfortable it was for me? I was sparing your feelings!”

“ Sparing my feelings?” You let out an angry laugh, not being able to believe what she was spewing.

Eunji nodded, more tears streaming down her face.

“Yeah! I was! Maybe I was a coward but at least I didn’t go and fuck your boyfriend and film it!” She shouted back, clearly seeing you as the traitor and not the other way around.

“Not that you would even have one to fuck.” She muttered bitterly at the end.

Her words ripped open a new wound.

“I guess now we’re even.” You say slowly, a sad smile hinting at your lips and you knew she saw it.

That fueled you more, seeing the surprise on her face at your words. Knowing she never expected something like this from you. It wasn’t like you.

Yet you couldn’t stop yourself, somehow that wasn’t enough.

“It sucks, doesn’t it? You have everything and your boyfriend still chose someone like me.” You remember the words she had used to describe you.

Awkward , embarrassing, an inconvenience.

“Y/n-”

“Your pathetic space of a friend that couldn’t even order a coffee without stuttering, taking your perfect boyfriend so easily.” Her mouth fell open. “ Fucking him so easily. That must hurt your ego.”

The words were foul, incredibly mean and insensitive. You hated them, you wished you didn’t mean them but in that moment, you meant every single thing.

Eunji’s eyes glared, they still held that guilty glint in them but your last words had hit her. Her lips snarled as she gritted her teeth.

“You fucking bitch!” She barked out and took a step towards you, her hand ready to swing at you before Jungkook crossed her path. His body coming up in front of you before she could even get close to striking your face.

You saw him grip her forearm, his face lowering to hers as his jaw clenched.

“Don’t even fucking think about it.” He seethed, his voice taking an edge to it that promised a threat behind it.

Eunji’s tear-filled eyes left yours, landing on Jungkook’s.

“You,” She said as she shook her head. It seemed as if every single emotion swirled behind her gaze, she looked like she wanted to say so much but her jaw clenched, lips setting in a straight line.

“I loved you.” She said through her strained voice, that sentence breaking the last bit of sympathy you had for her completely. “ I trusted you.”

Even now, Eunji’s main focus was not you but Jungkook.

She loved him. Not you.

It was never you. The bond couldn’t be broken when it didn’t even exist in the first place.

But Jungkook didn’t even spare her an apology, his face remaining void of any emotion as he stared down at her.

“Stop embarrassing yourself more than you already have.” He snapped instead, sounding like he was dealing like an annoying toddler rather than an ex girlfriend.

The betrayal on her face was evident, her bottom lip wobbling as she took in the situation for what it was.

“Get the fuck out. Both of you.” She hissed after realizing that her boyfriend wasn’t going to beg for her, much less give her an explanation . Unfortunately, that brought you a bit of joy inside you.

She quickly tore away from Jungkook’s grip and pointed towards the door behind her.

“Get the fuck out!”

Her yell bounced off the walls, you had never seen her look so angry and beaten down. You supposed she could probably say the same for you. Jungkook looked over his shoulder at you, his eyes held the clear message in them.

“Gladly.” You whispered before making your way towards your room, you wasted no time in pulling out your suitcase from the closet. Throwing it to the floor, you began to take off all the clothes from the hangers, messily piling them up inside before moving over to your vanity. You reached over and took your laptop from your bed, letting it drop inside with all your clothes.

No thoughts were running through your head in that moment, no rational plan as to what you were going to do next. All you felt was rage and the need to get as far away from Eunji as possible.

“I hope you realize that what you did was the biggest mistake ever!” You heard Eunji shout from the living room, venom clear in her voice. “ I bet Jungkook didn’t tell you everything he said to me about you!”

You pause for a mere second, face scrunching up as you grip some type of lotion in your hand.

“Shut the hell up.” Jungkook’s hiss quickly follows and you’re surprised to hear not another peep from her until you finish packing your things.

Crossing the hallway, you stop by the bathroom and shove your toiletries into one of the outer zippers of the suitcase before finally making your way back to the living room. You shove past her, and it took a great amount of self control for you not to lash out at her completely. But it wasn’t in your nature to get physical, you knew it would accomplish nothing.

You didn’t have to look back to know that Jungkook was right behind you, he slid past you and swung the door open before taking the suitcase from your hands. He walked out in front of you, muttering to you to follow him but you paused at the door frame when you heard Eunji’s voice.

“I hope it was worth it, whoring yourself out to Jungkook for some type of revenge.” She says but you don’t look at her, not being able to stand the sight of her anymore.

“ There’s something seriously wrong with him.”

Her last words to you make your stomach sink.

“I know.” You say before slamming the door shut in her face. Your legs hurry to catch up with Jungkook down the hallway.

---

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

The sound of the traffic ahead adds to the inevitable climax, you watch as the intersection lights switch and cars speed ahead, some angrily honking at others. You don’t bother looking up when you tell him the words, instead your gaze falls on the pavement. The suitcase next to you is light with the few items of clothes you managed to throw in, not bothering to even pay attention to what you had left behind. It didn’t matter, you were never stepping foot back into that apartment. It was better to leave most things behind, to get rid of any slight memories of her.

It was funny how fast things could change in a heartbeat. You never thought you were the type of person to have extreme emotions, except for the obvious one. Fear.

Fear had consumed you most of your life, it was the most prominent emotion that never seems to become unrecognizable to you. Other than that, your emotions regarding everything else always fell rather flat. Some would blame it on your people pleasing personality, others blamed it on your mental state and Eunji would say you were merely just a pushover.

But it wasn’t that.

It was that you truly didn’t think you were capable of feeling such intense emotions. Even love for Eunji had been quiet, persistent but quiet nonetheless. It was never overbearing, never got too overwhelming that you couldn’t keep it in anymore. You were sure you could have kept it hidden for years to come, no matter how much it hurt for it not to be reciprocated. That’s just who you were, someone rational, sensible, patient.

That’s who you thought you were.

Up until Jungkook entered your life and unraveled the ugliest parts hidden beneath you. He had broken you apart, hand picking the pieces himself and choosing which one was the most raw and immoral.

Pieces that you had never imagined would be a part of someone like you.

“What?” Jungkook asked incredulously, you could feel his stare burning into you.

You knew he was probably confused by how drastically you seemed to be changing your mind. It was clear that Jungkook thought he had you figured out, that he had thought you would willingly leave with him after the scene you just pulled.

But for once, you wanted to be the unpredictable one. Jungkook may have revealed the heartbreaking truth about Eunji but you couldn’t forget all the damage he put you through.

The wound was freshly opened, you could still hear Eunji’s voice, the look on her face. You were still in shock of what had just occurred. Your heartbeat was only just starting to slow down, coming down from the adrenaline rush.

You kept relieving the scene but the rage didn’t come with it. You merely felt numb.

“There’s something seriously wrong with him.”

It was amusing that Eunji thought she had told you something you didn’t already know. Something you hadn’t known from day one.

“I said I’m not going anywhere with you.” You repeat, lifting your gaze to him at last. He was already glaring at you, looking incredibly frustrated with your response.

“Where else will you go? Hm?” He asked, looking off to the side before raising an eyebrow towards the apartment building behind you.

“I don’t think your little friend will open that door back up for you.”

You hated how condescending he always sounded when he realized he wasn’t getting his way. His attitude continued to serve as a reminder of the spoiled child he really was.

“I don’t care, I’ll find somewhere else to stay.” It sounded confident at least. The truth was you didn’t have any other friends to go to but you would rather sleep on the side of the road than go with him.

Jungkook looks like he’s ready to let out a laugh at your suggestion.

“Like where? Last time I checked, you don’t have any other friends around here.” You break eye contact, looking down the street as the complete truth in his words hit you.

He seems to realize the harshness of his implication quickly.

“I don’t mean that as a bad thing, baby. But you need to be realistic, I’m trying to help you.” He coaxes you, the nickname adding even more softness to his undeniable blow.

“I don’t get it. I was right all along, I helped you see the truth about Eunji and yet you still can’t trust me.”

A part of you wanted to believe he really had your best interest in mind all along but the more paranoid part of you knew you couldn’t fully ever trust him. Sure, you didn’t regret sending that sex tape of you both to Eunji, to rub it in her face despite the blackmailing Jungkook had put you through but that didn’t mean you should let your morals completely vanish.

That ugly part inside you wanted to go with Jungkook, to be with him out of spite and hurt Eunji more than anything.

“I’ll go to a motel.” You had a bit of money left in your account, not much considering the expenses you had just wasted for Eunji but it was still enough to afford a room until you figured out what you were going to do.

“And then what? You can’t stay there forever, you don’t even have a job.” Jungkook was blatantly throwing every one of your disadvantages in your face and you felt yourself slowly slipping into a state of panic.

“You’re coming with me.” He stated. His words were rigid and left no room for argument. He wasn’t asking you this time.

Unluckily for him though, he no longer had any hold on you.

“No.”

Your tone was firm, not allowing yourself to break or crack underneath him. You tried your best to push the growing panic inside of you, you couldn’t afford to let your anxiety ruin this right now.

Jungkook looked taken aback by your reply, his eyebrows furrowing together as his eyes darkened.

“No?” He repeated, as if giving you a chance to rethink your response.

“You can’t blackmail me anymore, Eunji has already seen the tape. My friendship with her is over, you don’t have anything to hold over me now.”

It wasn’t completely true but it was satisfying to finally say the words to him. Jungkook could very well blackmail with sharing the sex tape elsewhere, to your college peers but that would serve no purpose. Not only could it end up in a legal headache for him but you doubted anyone would care upon seeing it. You barely knew anyone from your college and they hardly knew you. Despite how utterly humiliating it would be to have something so intimate become public, you doubted anyone would pay it much thought.

It wasn’t high school, most college students were too immersed in their own lives to form any gossip. Much less over someone they barely noticed. A lot of them even uploaded explicit clips of themselves online for money. It was hardly that much of a scandal nowadays, well, that’s what you hoped for. You were a nobody, in a way that came to your advantage for these types of things.

Besides, was Jungkook really willing to share your sex tape with strangers? While you couldn’t completely read him, something told you he wouldn’t be a fan of the idea at all.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow at your words before nodding to himself.

“You really think that low of me?” He scoffed. “I wouldn’t have actually sent that tape to Eunji. I only said that so it would give me time to prove to you how horrible your friend was.”

You think over what he’s saying, not being able to figure out if he’s lying or not.

“After all, it was you who sent her the tape. Not me.” Jungkook’s right in front of you now, you felt his breath on your lips as he lowered his face to yours.

“You encouraged me!” You accused him.

“Encouraged you?” He lets out a dry laugh, disbelief washing over his face. “ You didn’t need any encouragement, you were practically beaming when you sent it to her.”

His intruding eyes trap you. Before you know it, you’re unable to look away from him. The slight breeze makes his dark locks fall over his forehead.

“You were also the one who came onto me that night, not the other way around baby.” Your heartbeat picks up again at his words, the distasteful truth was something you kept on denying but he was not planning on letting you escape it.

“Or in case you want to blame me for that too, the tape shows your willingness all too clearly.”

Your lips curl in disgust but he right after all, you had been the one who walked right into a pit of your own misery. You were the one who willingly climbed into his bed and sent that tape.

“After all, you can’t hate me that much, can you?” He asks in a deep whisper, his eyes trailed down from your face to your neckline and it takes you a second to realize what he's staring at.

The necklace.

The butterfly necklace he had given you on Christmas. You had not taken it off yet.

It was as if the seemingly sweet gesture was actually a claim on you.

You don’t think twice before your hand makes contact with his cheek. The slap was surprisingly loud and you instantly regret it. It earns a few concerning looks from a few people that walk by. The new onlookers make you want to back away and hide in shame, your own action shocking you as much as them.

How was it possible that he managed to appear the victim each and every time?

Jungkook doesn’t even flinch at the hit. He merely turns his head, hand coming up to touch the area where you struck him. He lets out a small laugh, one in disbelief.

“I never fucking want you see you again.” You spit out, wishing you had not let your impulsive thoughts win and hit him. This once again looked like some couple quarrel despite being anything but.

Amusement glinted in his eyes for a second as he took notice of the lingering stares from strangers looking at both of you.

“You’re insane, I mean it.” He bites the inside of his cheek as you continue to throw every insult his way, his jaw clenching at every sentence that leaves you. “ You’re absolutely fucking insane!”

“When will you get it through your head that I will never love you, huh?” You add more fire. You didn’t know what it was about today, maybe the fact that it seemed like you had lost more than your best friend already so there was nothing much else to keep you afloat.

The slight amusement in Jungkook’s eyes wears off the moment you say that and his gaze sharpens.

“Do you seriously think I’d ever love someone like you? Someone who ruined my life!” You get up in his face, holding zero remorse for the guy in front of you. What was once a scowling stare is now a look of utter distress. Those brown eyes widen for half a second, the lightest layer of tears filling them.

He’s looking at you like you have punched him in the gut, like you just told him the worst possible news to exist. It stirs up something in you but you blame it on the fact that you’re just being sympathetic towards someone who doesn’t deserve it. You convince yourself it’s not because deep down, you might have grown some type of feelings that were completely against your better judgment.

You reach over behind your neck, unclipping the necklace and shoving it into his chest. He grips the chain, clenching his fists around it tightly, the veins on his hands visible as he blinks rapidly. No tears leave his eyes but you can tell it’s because he’s trying everything in him to hold them back.

“Just because Eunji was a shitty friend doesn’t mean that you’re the good guy.” You make it clear to him, hoping some of it sticks to his head and he finally realizes the pain he caused.

“ Leave me the hell alone, okay!? I hate you!”

With that, you take off and pull your suitcase behind you. You ignore the people who you walk by, knowing the dramatic scene you had just given them front row seats to. Glancing behind you, you can’t lie and say you’re not surprised that Jungkook is not running after you. He stands exactly where you left him. You catch his stare and watch as he tilts his head to the side, looking down at the necklace in his palm before he storms off in the opposite direction from you.

You almost sigh in relief but the panic of what you were meant to do now doesn’t let you rest in victory. You pull out your phone, instantly searching up motels near you while simultaneously trying to get an Uber to pick you up from the end of the sidewalk.

—-

The room could’ve been worse, that’s what you kept telling yourself. The paint chipping off of the side of the pale green walls was the least that worried you. What was more concerning was the foul odor that always seemed to be coming from the sink in your bathroom, something was obviously up with the pipes but you refused to complain about it. You really were starting to realize how painfully unwilling you were to speak up to people, or even form simple conversations in general.

The days turned to nights before you realized. All you had done for most part was stare out the small window, applying to as many jobs as you could and hoping one would call back for an interview. While at the same time hoping they didn’t because the entire idea made you shake with nausea.

Lifting yourself off the uncomfortable bed , you stretched out your sore arms. You didn’t like thinking about how many bed bugs may be residing in your mattress, you wouldn’t get a minute of sleep if you pondered over it too much. You dragged your feet over to the bathroom, taking the orange bottle in your hand and shaking the remainder of your pills in your hand.

2 left.

You sighed, running a hand over your face.

If you ran out, there was no guarantee you would be able to afford a new prescription until your parents sent you your monthly paycheck which was nearly three weeks away. You knew you were screwed if you stopped taking your medication, it was the only thing making your anxiety bearable.

Swallowing the tiny pill down, you washed your hands before slipping out into the confining room again. You glanced down at your phone on the nightstand, expecting there to be missed texts, calls or even voice mails from him.

But there was zero.

Jungkook had not tried to contact you one time. Not a single time since you had left him standing in that street.

Was it possible that you had finally gotten rid of him? And if so, why did it seem like his absence was more of a curse than a blessing?

You hated how much he took up your thoughts still, when you fell asleep every night, his pained face was staring right back at you. Those round brown eyes were guilt tripping you even in your unconscious realm. It was hard to shake off the feeling that you had made a mistake, that maybe he wasn’t the giant villain you had made him out to be.

But you knew better.

Didn’t you?

You let out a staggered breath, unable to control unwanted feelings surfacing. That familiar vulnerability was coming back, the fear of being alone and not knowing what to do. Here you were, stuck in a shabby motel room with nobody to comfort or help you.

Your aunt.

She was the only person else you knew that lived close by, you had been trying to contact her but she wasn’t responding to any of your calls or texts. For a moment, it started to seem as if all of what Eunji had said about you was not far from the truth.

An inconvenience.

Is that really what you were to people? To everyone around you? Even to your own parents? You couldn’t find the courage to call them up and ask for money, and much less to go back home when you still had school to finish. It was time to grow up and function like a regular adult, so why was it so hard for you to accept that?

No, accepting it was one thing but actually doing something was the difficult part. The thought of any interaction with strangers made you squirm, it made your heartbeat rise to an abnormal and irrational rate. You felt like a complete coward.

All you wanted was to be home with your parents, to run back to safety of their arms. You would give anything to turn back time and tell them you didn’t want to move out after all, that you would attend the community college near your house instead. None of this would be happening if you had not followed Eunji out here and deluded yourself into believing she was your actual friend, much less a possible lover.

Eunji is gone from your life now and as much as you despised her for everything, you also despised how she wasn’t here to tell you how to fix it or take care of it. You missed the familiarity of her presence, the stable smell of your home and what you swore wouldn’t ever change. It was setting you off. Why was it that you came out the one still losing? You were the one who had to leave, the one who was left with practically nothing. Granted, the lease had her name and she did cover most of the expenses so it was hard to ultimately blame anyone but yourself for being so naive.

That led you to another boiling point though, why were you still so dead set on keeping your morals in check when she never did? The intrusive thoughts were flooding in, the possibility of letting yourself fall to the deeper end. Maybe you shouldn’t care about what’s right , it has not seemed to get you anywhere. All it accomplished was your best friend stabbing you behind the back. Besides, hadn’t your sense of morality already caved in? You slept with Jungkook, you seduced him while he was still in a relationship with Eunji. You sent the tape to her, you hurt her for your own selfish reasons. To one up her. Maybe you and Jungkook weren’t so different after all.

You let out a choked sob, your fingers came to tug on your hair as you knelt down on the carpet floors next to the bed. Snot trickled down your face, your cries only getting louder and louder the more you tried to make sense of your situation.

So much for acting tough in front of Jungkook. If only he could see you right now.

In between your blubbering, you picked up your phone from the night stand and scrolled through your contacts. Through your blurry vision, you stared at Jungkook’s name and your thumb hovered over the call button.

Jungkook wouldn’t consider you an inconvenience.

Pushing the insane thought away, you clenched the phone tighter and let out a frustrated sigh as you let it drop to the floor. It was coming, the feeling of loss of air, the claustrophobia you felt within your own skin. Dry heaving, your entire body shook as the panic ran its course through your body. Nobody was here to comfort you today.

He wasn’t here to tell you that you were in fact breathing and that you would be okay. Your eyes kept going back to your phone, it would be so easy to pick it up and call him. To tell him to come for you.

You couldn’t.

You shouldn’t.

But you wanted to so badly.

—-

You knew something was off the moment you stepped on campus. It was hard to explain but you initially thought it was all your pent up anxiety that you were still attempting to keep at bay. However, your intuition seemed to be right for once because the moment you stepped inside the academic advising office in hopes of changing the schedule to one of your classes, you were pulled to the side by the receptionist and asked to visit the administrator’s office.

Your legs had wobbled on your walk there, your head was already too exhausted to fit any more worries inside it but it swam with the possibilities of what could be the issue. Has something happened? Perhaps they wanted to speak to you about your credit score or your financial aid.

All those minuscule concerns went out the window when you stepped inside the office though, you were met with concerning and less than happy stares.

Eyes scanned over the paper you were handed once, twice and three times. You knitted your eyebrows, a wave of nausea hitting you in an instant. The edges of the paper crumbled by how hard you were gripping it.

An expulsion hearing.

“No, this is a mistake .” You said immediately. It didn’t make any sense.

Plagiarism.

You wouldn’t ever commit such a rookie mistake. Of all your nearly two years in college, you had never even received as much as a warning for possible plagiarism. You had written countless papers, all of them had been analyzed to every single little error that you had wasted no time in fixing.

Sure, you had been distracted recently, stressed beyond belief but that wouldn’t cause you to commit such a reckless mistake. It wouldn’t be possible, no matter how absent minded you had been.

Your eyes trailed down to the small inked letters , your mind instantly searching for the title and class. The paper had been for Mr. Clark’s class, it was a final semester essay that took up nearly half of your grade.

“We talked to your professor. Mr. Clark said it was as much of a surprise to him, apparently you’re a rather good student.” The woman stated, giving you a hard stare behind her circular shaped glasses. Her presence was intimidating and you were finding it hard not to completely crumble under it.

“I mean yes, I try to be. I wouldn’t ever do this, it has to be a mix up.” You reason, still not being able to believe what you were seeing and hearing.

“Listen, as you already know plagiarism is an incredibly serious accusation and especially for us here. We have no tolerance for it.” She says what you already know, your heart sinking further as you prepare for what she is about to tell you next.

“If this paper you wrote is in fact yours and you submitted it, you will be expelled.”

No.

What were your parents going to think? They had been working their asses off for practically their entire lives just for you to get expelled? All their sacrifices would be going to waste. They put all their faith into you. You were the one who begged them to move out of your small town to apply to a college in the city.

You had told them it would help you branch out and get better. That it would be worth it.

“We sent you an email as well, all the details will be on there with the date of the hearing. A meeting will be held to decide your situation and the severity level of the plagiarism.”

“Wait, I-I can fix this.” You tell her and she gives you an unsure look, eyeing you down.

The first person that came into your mind was Jungkook.

Could he help you?

The answer was yes, maybe. He had told you his mother was an attorney, one of the best in the country. He obviously came from a prestigious and wealthy family, they had to have some power to help you, couldn’t they? But was it even fair to ask that of him? You would be giving him what wanted, you would be asking for his help, needing him.

What other choice did you have though? It wasn’t like you had a solid chance of fixing this on your own.

The evidence was clear on those papers, what will you say to defend yourself?

It was your lousy word against a college professor. Sure, you were a good student, a very good one but you weren’t the top student in that class. What power or credibility did you actually hold? Once again, you fell at the bottom of the food chain in your society, it felt oddly familiar to what Jungkook had told you when you threatened to press charges on him.

Ironically, the person who you were most afraid of was the person you needed most right now.

“Just-“ You say with a defeated sigh. “I’ll be at the hearing, I can prove it wasn’t my paper.”

You hope.

You turn to leave, embarrassment washing over you as you crumble the piece of paper in your hands and speed walk through the halls of your university. Keeping your head low, you hope nobody has found out about this or asks you about it.

“Y/n.” The gentle call of your name makes you stop in your tracks and you glance over your shoulder. Hoseok’s familiar face comes into view, he stands a few feet away before he makes his way over to you cautiously.

He eyes you, taking in your less than put together appearance. You knew you looked rough.

“Are you alright?” He asks hesitantly. “I.. I just haven’t seen you around at the library in a while.”

You grip your bag as you glance towards the entrance doors in front of you.

“I thought you wouldn’t want to see me again after the stuff with Jungkook.” You explain and you wish you could tell him that you’re trying to keep him safe and out of Jungkook’s insane tactics.

“I know,” Hoseok nods. “ Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to get that upset with you. Your boyfriend just caught me off guard you know? Made me look like I was intentionally hitting on someone else’s girl.”

You could tell he was regretful and it makes your heart skip a beat. Despite such an unpleasant encounter , he was willing to check up on you and hold no resentment. He really didn’t deserve to be in your less than welcoming life, much less get involved with someone like Jungkook.

“He’s not my-” You close your eyes, gritting your teeth. “We broke up, you don’t have to worry about him.”

The lie slipped out so easily that you almost cursed outwardly right after saying it. What were you thinking?

You were headed to Jungkook’s apartment right now and you were telling this guy he had nothing to worry about regarding him.

“Really?” Hoseok’s eyes lit up but he looked down when he noticed your sour expression.

“Sorry, I mean, I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s okay, I’m the one who should be sorry for his..behavior.” You quickly reassure him with an awkward grin.

Hoseok smiles at you with that perfect smile that lights up his handsome face.

“Uh well, then I guess we could go out for coffee sometime?” He suggests and then clarifies.” As friends, I mean.”

If you weren’t two seconds away from a full blown panic attack, your cheeks would have heated up at his swoon worthy words, the suggestive look he was giving you made you feel all types of ways. It was what you imagined was the beginning of an innocent crush but it was a feeling you had no business indulging in. Especially now. All you could feel at the moment was uneasiness, you needed to figure out what you were going to do with your expulsion.

“Y-yeah, sure.” You kept glancing back at the entrance, swaying side to side from one leg to another.

Hoseok looks pleased with your answer and stares expectantly at you.

“Uh…can you give me your number?” He asks sheepishly as he scratches the back of his head and you look down, eyes landing on the phone he’s holding out to you.

Your mouth makes an ‘o’ shape when you realize and you shakily take the phone from him and type your number in.

“Cool, I’ll text you then.” He takes his phone back and you give him a nod in confirmation before practically running out of the building. You notice him barely walking away once you slip out of the large door and you don’t doubt he’s wondering what the hell was up with your weird behavior.

But you don’t waste time in pondering over how you’re going to get Hoseok out of your life now that you just accepted a date with him. Instead, you walk over to the end of the sidewalk and wait for your Uber to come pick you up.

—-

The moment the vehicle drives off you feel out of place. No matter how often you have been here, the initial shock doesn’t wear off that Jungkook lives a completely different world than you. He lives in his own fantasy land that will never be threatened , his security will never be taken away, his comfortable life will always be a given. On the flip side, it also proves that he is as untouchable as ever.

Your mind wanders off to what would have happened if you had just simply agreed to go with him instead of lashing out in the first place.

It’s simple, you wouldn’t be living in the sketchiest part of the city with a door that is barely locked and a pile of insects as your roommates. You force yourself to stop slipping into that security and materialistic mindset that isn’t you.

But you can’t help but feel bitter that both Eunji and Jungkook are still living comfortably without a worry while your life is the one being destroyed. Why did Eunji deserve no consequences but you did? Why was life being so kind to her after she was the one who broke you?

You make your way through the lobby, the marble floors were blinding. You bite your nails anxiously , the annoying habit coming back as you wait for the elevator to stop on the desired floor. Once you step out, you feel like the ground is swallowing you up. Every step towards Jungkook’s apartment was as if you were headed towards your death sentence.

The last thing you wanted was to have to resort to this but surprisingly you didn’t feel as much shame as you probably would have a few days ago. You swallowed, taking a deep breath as you paced up and down the long corridor.

You were sweating through your clothes, your skin feeling sticky as you let out another shaky breath. If your life continues to take such horrendous routes, you weren’t sure how much more of it you could take.

Suddenly, the door in front of you swung open. Your head snapped up, seeing Jungkook’s familiar figure making his way out the door before he immediately paused once he saw you.

His eyes scan you over, cocking his head to the side as he waits a few seconds before breaking the silence.

“Thought you never wanted to see me again.” He says, his words are laced with genuine confusion, hurt even but it’s hard to believe them when his face looks so smug.

You lick your lips, letting out a sigh as you think over just forgetting about this and running back towards the elevator.

Jungkook seems to take notice of your agitated state because his eyebrows immediately knit together and a frown settles on his lips.

“What’s wrong?” He demands, inching closer to you and letting the door shut behind him.

“ My university,” The words pain you to say, embarrassment immediately washing over you. “ They are accusing me of plagiarism.”

You hold up the crumbled piece of paper that you have read over 20 times now, each time giving you a bigger headache than before. His eyes drop to the letter, a look of understanding crossing his features.

His frown deepens, looking at loss for words as concern flashes his eyes.

“I didn’t do it! I swear, I would never.” You don’t know why you’re eager to prove your innocence to him but it was as if it was a knee-jerk reaction at this point.

Jungkook eyes you, slowly looking back and forth between you and the paper in his hands. He motions for you to hand it to him and you hesitate before giving it to him.

“It has to be a mistake, I would t ever turn in an essay that was blatantly plagiarizing.” You shook your head. “ I didn’t write that, I mean I did but not that. It has so many paragraphs that I didn’t write.”

Jungkook holds no expression, his dark eyes carefully reading over the paper before his fingers move to fold it closed.

“Baby, this is bad.” He states, his gaze hardening and you don’t know why that’s the breaking point for you.

As horrible as it was, he had undeniably become a safe space for you. Someone who showed complete and utter devotion to you, even if that’s what you swore you never wanted from someone like him. He was still always there to comfort you, to borderline coddle you and reassure you.

It was something Eunji had rarely shown you.

“But I didn’t do it!” Naturally, your voice starts to break, quickly getting defensive which makes you look even more guilty. You feel a bubble of anger at his words and at his almost accusing stare.

“Y-You believe me, don’t you?”

Jungkook’s dark eyes soften as he takes in your panicked expression.

“Of course I believe you, baby.” You blink your tears away as the smallest bit of relief fills you. His familiar reassuring tone is back, the same one he always seemed to use when you were having meltdowns or panic attacks.

Even after you had told him you never wanted to see him again, even after the fight and cold words thrown his way, he still didn’t reject you or push you away. It should have sent alarm bells off, it should have reminded you of just how obsessed he was with you that he simply didn’t see any flaws in you or was willing to put them all aside.

It would have freaked you out a few weeks ago, but a few weeks ago you had also sworn your best friend was someone you could confine in and someone you would never stop loving.

Look where you were now.

“But your university administrators won’t believe you, there’s proof of you submitting the essay online,” Jungkook added slowly, holding up the letter as he explained the horrible reality to you.

His words are like a slap in the face, pulling and drowning you beneath the surface. You stare at him, wide-eyed with sheer terror.

“I need your help,” You whisper, hating to admit it but you were left with little to no choices. Everything was being ripped away from you.

“ Y-Your mom’s a lawyer, right? Maybe she can help me?”

As soon as you say it, you want to take it back. What if Jungkook refused? After all, you had practically yelled at him to leave you alone and now you were crawling back to him, asking for his parents' help? Guilt filled you, he didn’t deserve any of your guilt but yet the feeling took over you completely.

Jungkook was quiet, seemingly taking in your words and you couldn’t escape his gaze this time.

“I-I know what I said but I’m sorry,” You explain further, swallowing down your dignity and any ounce of self-respect you had left. “I really need your help, please. I have nobody else right now.”

His silence was killing you, the way his dark eyes seemed to be studying you deeply was nerve wracking. All you knew was that you couldn’t let him deny you, not now.

You close the space between you two, fingers gripping the front of his shirt as you practically beg him to do the impossible and somehow fix this.

“Please, please I can’t go back home to my parents. It would be a disaster.” Your lips tremble, your mind already envisioning the disappointing scenario.

Jungkook’s eyes close in on your hands tightened on his shirt, the vision causing deja vu as you’re reminded of the exact same position you were in that day in the car with him, threatening you with telling Eunji of the kiss he had given you.

His thumb comes to caress your cheek while the other holds the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. You don’t miss the way the tiniest bit of a smile tugs at his lips but you choose to ignore it as he holds you against him.

“Come inside.” He muffled against your hair, reaching out to open the door back up behind him and guiding you inside.

It wasn’t a no.

Yet this response makes you much more nervous .

His hand stays on your lower back as he walks behind you, you both slowly make your way to the leather sofa that sits in the middle of his living room. Your bag slips off your shoulder as you take a seat on the comfortable cushion. You watch as Jungkook walks over to the kitchen, his toned legs looking more prominent in the tight fitted jeans he has on and you wonder where he was going before you showed up. His attire consists of a loose button down, exposing the upper part of his chest.

“I could help you, you already know that baby.” He says from behind the counter, he looks to be heating up some water in the electric kettle and you watch as he takes out a mug.

His words calm you a bit.

“Really?” You ask, eyeing him and he looks up at you, slowly nodding.

“Haven’t I always?”

You don’t respond, he wouldn’t like your honest reply.

“Aren’t you mad at me?” You say instead.

Jungkook smiles at that but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He stirs the honey into the tea before making his way back over to you.

“We all make mistakes, don’t we?” He finally says as he hands you the mug.

“ Stop that .” He frowns, pulling your fingers away from your mouth and urging you to drink the tea. You had not even realized you were biting them again.

Why was he acting so nice?

He felt like a ticking time bomb.

You were expecting a dramatic lash out about how ungrateful you were or throwing back at you everything you had said to him. Anything. Anything but this. You take a long sip of the warm liquid, relishing in the taste. You could feel Jungkook’s stare on you the entire time as he kneels in front of you.

“Have you been eating right?” He asks once you wipe off some of the tea spilled from your lips.

“Not really,” You admit. “ I can’t afford that much right now.”

Jungkook doesn’t seem to like the sound of that at all, his sharp eyebrows knitting together once again. You hope it evokes some sympathy in him to accept your plea of help.

“Baby, why didn’t you listen to me?” He asks, his hand coming to hold the back of your neck as he moves closer to you. You shiver at his touch on your skin. “I told you to come with me, you didn’t have to go through all of this.”

Fighting the urge to say was you were really thinking was harder than you thought. It was even more terrifying that you wanted to agree with him.

“So, will you help me?” You press.

His eyes lock on your lips, then move to your eyes. His mouth quirks up.

“I can do more than that.” He promises. “ I can fix everything.”

You blink slowly, waiting for him to elaborate.

“I can get you into the best university in the city, remove the plagiarism accusation from your record and start over like nothing happened.” He continues, smirking when he notices your eyes widen. “ You can move in with me, you will have everything you need. Everything you wish for.”

You stared at him, searching for the lie in his eyes. Something that would give away that he was joking, bracing yourself for the “SIKE”.

None of it came. He was dead serious.

“I…that’s not really necessary.” You say as confusion fills you. “I just want help with my expulsion.”

Jungkook looks at you, his fingers tightening on the back of your neck and he lets out a silent laugh.

“Baby, I don’t think you understand.” He deadpans. “Those are my conditions.”

Conditions.

Of course.

How stupid of you to think Jungkook would offer you anything without a catch. You think over his words as understanding finally hits you. You would move in, live with him, be with him.

He would give you everything but in return he wanted you.

You had been so naive again. You were having doubts that Jungkook wouldn’t forgive you but he found the perfect opportunity to trap you once again. Make you dependent on him completely. Your horrendous luck came with an even bigger burden than you thought.

Every bad thing that happened to you was just a way to push you towards him more.

But that sick feeling was back.

That crack was opening, the one that threw your moral compass off course and broke it completely.

That feeling of relief, the relief that he was someone who still wanted you.

It comforted you.

“You were wrong, you know.” Jungkook’s voice pulls you from your betraying thoughts and you give him a questioning look. His hand leaves your neck, and moves over to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear as he taps your chin.

“When you said I had nothing to hold over you anymore.” He continues as lifts himself to his feet, your eyes follow him as he circles behind the sofa and leans directly behind you.

“I have your whole world in the palm of my hand, baby.” His face is next to yours, leaning right into your ear and you flinch slightly when you feel his fingers touching your neck again.

He’s putting the necklace back on you. You feel the cold chain on your skin , followed by the sound of the clip locking in place.

“And if you refuse, I bet your parents would be delighted to see that little sex tape of us.” He whispered darkly in your ear before laying a kiss on your cheek.

Your heart stops at his threat, letting out an unsteady breath.

He wouldn’t.

“Which do you think is worse?” Jungkook’s footsteps are heard again and he’s standing right in front you. You look up at him as he tilts his head in feigned innocent curiosity .

“For your daughter to be kicked out of college for plagiarism or for you to get sent her sex tape?”

Your stomach drops, you almost reach out to cry to him that you accept every one of his conditions . To beg him not to even think of making those words a reality for you.

“Except for you, it would be both.”

You grip your knees, your arms are trembling and you are trying to keep yourself from looking even more weak and pathetic than you already were. Jungkook bends down, his fingers gripping your chin painfully as he forces you to look right at him.

“But it won’t have to come to that, right baby?” You shake your head back and forth, confirming his words and he gives you a satisfied look.

“I’ve missed you so much these past days, what kind of shithole motel did you run off to? Hm?” He asks, his tone switching back to that gentle one. His erratic emotions make you as dizzy as ever.

You tell him the location and he sighs, shaking his head in disapproval. He takes your face into his hands, laying small kisses on your lips

“You could have been in so much danger there all alone. What were you thinking?” He scolds, you could feel the passive aggressiveness. He was upset, but you didn’t know if it was simply because you didn’t go with him or everything else you had yelled at him for.

You supposed there was no use in trying to figure it out, he had already gotten you back in more ways than one.

“If you claim to love me so much,” You say quietly, pulling away from his lips and he pauses. “ Why are you so willing to let bad things happen to me?”

So willing to hurt me.

His eyes don’t hold a clear answer but they are filled with so much intensity , that same intensity with how he always seemed to look at you. Like he wanted to consume you completely.

“ Do you still not get it? I can’t bear to not have you with me.” He presses his thumbs into the skin of your cheek, hard. It sounds like the thought itself pains him and you’re completely overwhelmed with the way it makes you feel.

It feels so foreign.

All your life, you were always the one chasing and hoping for your love to be recognized, to be reciprocated. You never imagined someone would ever feel this much towards you.

“And if I can’t have you,” He continues, thumb moving to touch the skin beneath your lips. “ I’ll make sure to ruin your life until your only option left is me.”

—-

You feel Jungkook’s fingertips graze the skin of your arm, moving in an up and down motion. You never would have thought you would end up in his bedroom again willingly but yet here you were, the familiar soft sheets underneath you and the scent of his subtle cologne consuming you once again.

His lips were marking your neck, the pleasure was undeniable and you let your fingers run through the dark strands of his hair.

The suitcase sat in the corner of his room, empty of course. All your belongings were already tucked away in his closet but the worst part is that you had put them there yourself. Jungkook had watched you, a surprised yet content expression on his face as he helped you hang your clothes right beside his and arrange everything to your liking.

“Did you mean it?” He says in between his kisses as he drags his lips up your neck until they reach your jawline. His body is pressed up against you in no time and you let out a gasp when he grabs your waist and flips you on your back completely.

You furrow your eyebrows.

“Mean what?” The sheet slips off you, revealing your naked body but you find yourself not trying to shield yourself from his invasive stare anymore. This time you simply welcome it.

Jungkook rests his hands on either side above your head and your eyes linger on the ink on his skin, his full sleeve tattoo on display. He takes a moment to admire you, biting his lower lip as his eyes travel down from your chest to your lower region.

“That you won’t ever love me.” His eyes are glossy, the hurt behind them was hard to overlook. It tugs something inside you.

Him repeating the words you had shouted at him makes you nearly look away from his wounded gaze. Initially, you assumed it was part of an act, that he didn’t take the words to heart or didn’t actually ever care what you felt towards him as long as he got what wanted.

Now you could see you were wrong. Despite how selfish and reckless Jungkook was, there seemed to be a layer of him that longed for you to feel the same way he did about you. It was a rare moment of weakness, he let you take a look inside his heart but he was seconds away from shutting the door completely again.

“I don’t know..” You whisper and you’re not lying.

He doesn’t seem to like the response by how long his stare lingers on you but you suppose he’s relieved your mind has strayed away from a definitive answer.

He lowers himself, his forehead resting on the valley of your breasts as he lets out a small breath, the tip of his nose pressed into your skin.

“You can,” He mutters against you in an almost pleading way. “ You can love me.”

Your eyes fall shut when you feel his mouth sucking again, his lips moving further down until they reach your stomach.

“I can make you love me.” You hear him say, and your mind barely processes the words because you’re too busy focusing on how inviting his touch is. His wet kisses getting lower and lower make your head feel fuzzy.

I can make you love me.

His words are so heartbreaking to hear because of how very well you know the desperation behind them. The need to want something so bad, to make someone burn in the way you do.

It’s a feeling you know too well.

You couldn’t make Eunji love you back.

But maybe what you felt was never as strong as you thought it was. Because it never made you feel as good as you did right now.

“Wait,” You stop him, your hand gripping his hair. He looks up through the loose strands in between his eyes, his stare alert.

“I..I want to try something.” You say unsurely, not knowing exactly how to voice your desires. It wasn’t as if you had done it before. Jungkook stills his movements for a second before he lifts his head fully back up and sends you a questioning look, if he was expecting anything, it definitely wasn’t this.

You swallow, your hands pushing down on his shoulders and he looks confused at first before he realizes what you’re trying to do. He shifts to the side, letting himself fall on his back and against the pillow as you move over on top of him. Your movements are clumsy, not completely sure how to go about it and it feels conflicting. All of it does.

Jungkook seems to be enjoying it, the lust instantly returning to his eyes as he watches you try to navigate yourself. You’re now in the exact position he was in, and your arms settle on his shoulders as you cradle his waist. You feel his hardness instantly and it sends a wave of pleasure through you, you could already feel the wetness pooling.

“Fuck,” He groans, his hands coming to grip your waist as he tugs you closer to him, urging you to finish what you started. You lean down to connect your mouth with his and he moans into it, one of his hands coming to grip the side of your neck, deepening the kiss.

Something about having him underneath you feels rewarding. Time and time again, you felt yourself always being talked down to, powerless and with no sense of control even in your own life. This is the closest you have ever felt like the roles were reversed, you were latching onto the tiniest bit of control you could have. If it all disappeared, you were afraid you would be completely lost and there would be no returning from it.

The kiss turns harsh, your fingers digging into his skin and it only seems to encourage him more. He guides you onto his length, the hardness feeling odd in this new angle and you’re afraid he won’t fit. But Jungkook keeps reassuring you with quiet gentle whispers and you let out a gasp when you’re fully inside him. The fullness felt like too much.

It takes you a while to get used to, your fingernails continue to dig into him as you lean back, eyes traveling to the area where both your bodies are connected. Jungkook squeezed your upper thigh as you watched him let out a satisfied breath.

“You have to move, baby.” He tells you with an amused breathless laugh, his eyes hooded.

Your entire face felt hot. Lifting yourself up a bit and then coming back down, slowly starting to move your hips. Jungkook moans, grabbing your arms and bringing them back over to his shoulders. You stare down at him, watching his mouth fall open as another groan of pleasure leaves him.

Quickening your pace, you fall into a steady rhythm and every movement sends shocks of pleasure through you. It felt so good and this time, you didn’t feel guilty for participating in the blissful act.

“Like that.” Jungkook nods, eyes falling closed for a second as his face scrunches up, losing himself in the feeling of your warmth engulfing his throbbing cock.

“Ah,” Your mouth falls open, letting out the cry as you feel Jungkook's hips lift up, matching your movements. The added force makes your legs tremble.

“Your tits look so good.” He says in between breaths, his hand coming up to squeeze them as your body continues to bounce on top of him. “ Fuck baby, you’re killing me.”

He licks his lips, mouth quirking up in a half smirk that reveals his upper teeth when he notices your fingers curl around his neck, tightening slightly. It should bother you that he can’t even seem to take your attempts to dominate him seriously, he seems to find them endearing if anything.

His own fingers wrap around your hand on his neck, giving them an encouraging squeeze.

“Go ahead,” He breathes, a challenge glinting in his eyes. “ Choke me, baby.”

And you do, you try to. Your hand squeezes around him tighter and tighter with every single thrust but the moment he brings his eyebrows together , you panic and let go of his neck completely, thinking you have actually hurt him or cut off oxygen.

His eyebrows continue to knit together as he lets out another deep groan of pleasure, and your body jolts forward a bit at his unexpected hard thrust. Your legs are seconds away from giving out. Your hands fall back to support yourself on his upper chest and that’s when you realize your mistake. Jungkook’s dark gaze locks with yours, the smirk still evident on his swollen lips.

He’s realized you couldn’t ever really hurt him.

“That was cute.” He voices, something flashing behind his doe eyes that you can’t quite catch. Biting his lower lip, you feel his fingers connecting to your folds, causing your own face to scrunch up at the sensitivity.

“Oh my god,” You gasp, feeling the familiar knot start to unravel, his fingers moving faster as high pitched whimpers leave you.

But even in the midst of your high, something sticks and burdens you. No matter what the advantage was or how much you thought you knew yourself, Jungkook seemed to know you much better. You wondered when that happened, when this stranger became the person who had the key to every one of your locked away thoughts.

No matter the head start, Jungkook was always first at the finish line.

Whether you liked it or not.

—-

The vibration of your phone shakes you out of your light sleep. You squint your eyes, not being able to focus your vision immediately. Your hand reaches out to grab it while you blink away your tiredness and rub your eyes.

The bright screen lights up and you frown, unlocking it.

Hoseok.

You had completely forgotten you had given him your number. Your eyes read over his text.

From Hoseok: How about we meet up at the cafe around noon? :)

You curse, staring at the message as you slowly turn your head but there’s nobody laying beside you. Shifting your gaze from the empty space, you look back down at your phone and notice the time.

9:34 A.M

As if on cue, the bathroom door of Jungkook’s bedroom opens and he walks out with a towel in his hands. He’s running it through his messy wet locks and your eyes involuntary fall towards his boxers, it’s the only piece of clothing he’s wearing.

Panicking, you immediately lock your phone and tuck it beside you.

“Morning,” You greet him, your voice cracking slightly from the morning grogginess.

Jungkook’s eyes darted to the space you swiftly moved it to. Suspicion is clear in them but he doesn’t say another word as he walks over to the closet. You watch as he shuffled through it, picking out a simple gray t-shirt before carrying it over to the bed.

“Are you going somewhere?” You ask him timidly, not being able to read the mood. Was he upset? Or was he just not a morning person? There was so much you didn’t know about him, and it bothered you tremendously.

He flicks his eyes up to you, leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“I’m going to fix the situation with your university, baby.” He tells you with a small smile.

“Shouldn’t I go with you then?” He leans back,sliding his shirt on and you catch yourself staring at the flexing of his toned stomach and arms.

Stop it , you scold yourself.

“No, I think it’s better you stay here and rest. You’ve had a rough week.” He assures you as he finishes dressing himself. “I won’t be long, I promise.”

You’re about to say you aren’t exactly eager for him to be home but you stop yourself. Even you didn’t believe that anymore. It made you feel completely crazy to indulge in the comfort he gave you because it was so wrong.

Jungkook had cornered you to the point of no escape. If you did anything to upset him, you were completely fucked.

You would be left practically homeless, and if not that, you would be returning home as a complete and utter disappointment. Either way, you couldn’t win. There was no way to even try to outsmart him now, no loophole. He was your only resort.

It should make you feel angry, enraged.

Yet it didn’t evoke any of those strong unpleasant feelings. It didn’t make you feel much of anything. You could blame it on the fact that you were too emotionally worn out already and too exhausted to fully process the situation but you actually didn’t know if those were the true reasons.

None of what you felt was simple or straightforward anymore.

“There’s breakfast for you on the table.” Jungkook’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts as he walks over to your side of the bed. He runs his hand over your hair, caressing it before he tucks a strand behind your ear.

“Make sure you eat.” He stated firmly.

You hadn’t forgotten how domestic and normal he could act, how easily he slipped into an ideal persona.

“Okay.” You give him a weak smile and watch as his eyes travel over to your right side , your phone poking out from under the set of pillows.

“And make sure to answer my texts.” He returns his gaze to you, eyes narrowing slightly when you move your body to hide the view of the device.

“I will.” You reassure him. He tilts his head, dark eyes taking in every bit of your face.

“Let me see your phone.”

It was a command, his voice taking that snarky tone you know too well by now. You gave him a bewildered expression, heartbeat picking up instantly.

“What? Why?” It was too quick, your reply was too quick and he noticed it.

“Why not?” He throws back at you, raising a dark eyebrow in protest.

Glancing behind you , you pick up the phone and wave it around in an attempt to appear casual about it.

“I was just checking the time, calm down.” You frown but he takes the phone out of your hand regardless.

You watch nervously as the screen lights up, his finger swiping up but then he pauses when he realizes you placed a password on it. He bites the inside of his cheek, a habit that you have noticed usually signals he’s upset.

Expecting him to demand you to open it, you brace yourself but he simply lets your phone flop back onto the bed. You stare at it then a gasp leaves you when his fingers grip your chin, lifting your head up. His hold is tight but not painful.

“Don’t play stupid fucking games with me.” Jungkook warns you in a low whisper. His menacing look makes you cower, feeling as if you had just committed some type of adultery.

“Have you not learned your lesson?” He asks with a mix of bitterness inside his question.

“She doesn’t love you.”

It takes you a minute to process what he’s saying.

He thinks you’re texting Eunji.

“I-I’m not-”

“You better not be.” He cuts you off with a glare, shaking his head almost as if he’s disappointed in you. “ I never want to hear you even mention her name. I’m serious this time.”

“Are we clear?” He tugs your chin higher.

You nod, or at least try to with the forceful grip he has on you. He swallows, loosening his grip when he notices your frightened and perplexed expression. His eyes warm and he pulls his hand away. He mumbles a quiet “sorry” at you before smoothing out the skin on your cheek.

“Will you be okay alone baby?” He changes the subject , seeming to leave the phone situation behind. For now.

You can immediately tell what he was referring to when he asks you the question. The panic attacks.

If only he knew you had already endured them by yourself. But the thought of going through them again made you feel like you were on the brink of losing your mind.

You wouldn’t have to go through them alone again now, you thought as you saw the little gleam of hope at the end of a pitch black tunnel.

“Yes.” You whisper, bringing your legs over to the side of the bed and sitting up completely. You reached over to throw your clothes back on, letting the comforter fall from your chest.

Jungkook seemed to not be convinced but he reluctantly nodded and placed a final kiss on the top of your head.

“Call me if you need anything.” He orders before making his way out the door. You listen carefully as his heavy footsteps echo down the hallway as you finish slipping on your sweatpants.

The door finally shuts and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You reach over to grab your phone again, quickly unlocking it and clicking on Hoseok’s contact.

You bite your lip, contemplating on what you should do. It wasn’t smart to be in contact with Hoseok but what would he think of you randomly telling him to leave you alone after handing him over your number? You want to punch yourself for being so stupid. You needed to stop overthinking this, it wasn’t possible for Jungkook to control every single detail of your life.

He wasn’t that insane, was he?

You almost let out a laugh at the stupidity of your own question. He was.

Letting out a sigh, you change his contact name to a random girl’s name, hoping to cover any suspicion in case Jungkook does demand to see your texts. Then, you send Hoseok a text telling him you can’t meet him today and that you will get back to him tomorrow .

If you were going to get rid of him, you had to break it to him gently and carefully. He didn’t deserve to be put in any possible danger but he also didn’t deserve to be treated with such carelessness.

Lifting yourself from the bed, your bare feet pad against the floor as you make your way to Jungkook's bathroom. You lift up your toiletry bag you had placed on his sink last night, the mirror in front of you providing the memory of that night you spent with him the day when you realized he had been filming everything.

You ignore the uncomfortable feeling, unzipping the small bag and taking out your anxiety medication. You popped your last pill inside your mouth before opening what seemed to be a medicine cabinet.

At first, the inside seemed fairly normal. Jungkook had a couple of allergy medications and painkillers, some male vitamins as well. But then, your eyes lingered on the familiar orange bottles. You squint down at them, lifting one of them up as you read the label.

‘Zyprexa 10 mg’

You knit your eyebrows together.

Jungkook took antipsychotics?

You stare at the name, thinking back to your knowledge about mental disorders. Olanzapine was usually used to treat either schizophrenia or bipolar disorder and from what you have seen of Jungkook, if you had to take an educated guess, it would be that he didn’t show any signs of schizophrenia.

Bipolar disorder however, that was what caught your attention.

His unstable behavior, how easily he could change moods and go from one extreme to another. His impulsive and aggressive behavior at times. Those symptoms were clear and in your face. But was it that? Or was it something more serious.

You unscrew the lid on the bottle, it didn’t seem completely full so you could only hope he was in fact taking the medication everyday. You felt conflicted, unsure of what to make of this. It would explain some of his behavior but not all of it.

That led you to another dark realization.

From your knowledge and what you had studied, borderline personality disorders usually stemmed from severe trauma in childhood. Your mind was scrambling to connect the dots and think rationally. Jungkook had made a villain out of his mother, but he never mentioned any direct abuse. You wondered how far that supposed ‘neglect’ from his mother had gone.

It didn’t make that much sense to you. Jungkook seemed to grow up wealthy and healthy, all the awards he had won and sports trophies in his room. That didn’t seem like an indicator of a broken childhood or an unhappy one. Although, you knew things weren’t always as they seemed. There was silent, more subtle abuse that went unnoticed. Could it be that? How far did it go back? You knew what Jungkkok had been referring to wasn’t financial neglect but rather the emotional kind.

But had he been telling the truth?

A knock disturbs your snooping, making you jump and let out a small yelp. You place your hand over your chest as the knocking continues and scramble to put away all the medications back the way they were. You close the medicine cabinet with a loud ‘bang’ and hurry outside. A third knock is heard as you exit Jungkook’s bedroom and enter the hall.

You freeze in the middle of the long hallway though, realizing the knocking is coming from the front door.

Jungkook would have a key and he had barely left. Who else could it be? You hesitate for a moment, debating if you should answer it or not but you assume it may simply be a package being delivered that needs to be signed or maintenance even. You shiver, the apartment is incredibly cold and you hurry down the hallway to unlock the door.

Not even bothering to look through the peephole, you carefully swing it open.

Upon first seeing her, you don’t recognize the middle-aged woman in front of you. Her dark hair is tightly styled in a slicked back bun and her attire screams wealth. She holds a tupperware container in her perfect manicured hands. Some type of food seems to be inside.

Her features finally click inside your brain, especially her eyes.

They are the same eyes of the woman you saw in the family portrait at Jungkook’s family home on Christmas.

You watch those big dark eyes of hers that look identical to those of her son size you up from head to toe, and they pause directly at your neckline.

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Pet for Rent , Chapter 4/4 (The Happy Ending) A CS Modern AU Story

And so we've reached the end of this little journey. Thank you for reading this story that was one way for me to move through my grief of losing Zeke. Some of you have mentioned that you've lost a pet and reading this has helped you, and that makes me very happy

This chapter earns the story its M rating, but the smut is bracketed by double rows of asterisks and can be easily skipped.

Thanks one more time to @hookedmom, who helped me work out the ending until it was satisfactory to both of us.

Chapter Summary: Henry, Emma, Killian and Winston get their happy ending.

Chapters on Tumblr: Ch. 1 (The Meet Cute) Ch. 2 (The Idea) Ch. 3 (The Adoption)

Rating: M (See note above)

Words: 9319

Also posted to Ao3 and ffn

Story begins under the cut

Winston’s routine between the two households was firmly established during the next month. He spent weekdays with Killian at his apartment, and evenings at Emma and Henry’s house. On the weekends, all four of them spent as much time together as possible.

Emma and Killian were both happy to see that the dog was housebroken and didn’t require a lot of extra work. He did crave attention at times and demonstrated some behaviors that made them think he still had some puppy in him, but the three humans were consistent in their training to stop him from jumping up and barking excessively.

From the very first night he spent with them, he didn’t need to be put outside until morning, and slept soundly on Henry’s bed. The boy and dog formed a fast friendship and once again, Emma had her happy-go-lucky son back. He kept a picture of Ernie on his dresser and mentioned how much he still missed him from time to time, but the joy of having a new dog was healing his heart.

On Fridays and Saturdays, Killian would stay for a few hours after Emma got Henry into bed. They watched television, had lengthy conversations and kissed…a lot. Once they were sure Winston was acclimated to his new environment, they were able to plan another date to eat out and see a movie.

Their relationship was deepening, but they had yet to declare their love for one another. Killian was sure of his feelings for Emma, but didn’t want to spook her by saying anything. Emma wanted to make sure what she felt wasn’t just an infatuation. She had only fallen in love with one other man and had her heart shattered into a million pieces. She couldn’t afford to be wrong about her feelings again, especially since she now had Henry to take into consideration.

The bond between Henry and Killian was getting stronger as well. The two of them watched sporting events on TV, played video games, worked on training Winston and built Lego sets together. Emma was happy her son had a male figure in his life now, but worried about what would happen if Killian decided to move away from Storybrooke.

The first substantial snowfall of the season happened on a Friday in early December. School was letting out at noon due to the storm, which put Emma in a bind. Ashley couldn’t watch him because she was away for the weekend. Emma had already arranged to take off work at three o’clock instead of five, but she wasn’t able to leave another three hours early.

When she considered who else would be willing to help, the next person who came to mind was Killian. As she quickly placed the call, she tapped her fingernails nervously on the desk.

He answered before she even heard it connect. “Swan! This is a nice surprise.”

“You might not think so when I tell you why I’m calling.”

She could hear the instant concern in his voice when he asked, “Is something wrong?”

“They’re letting school out in half an hour because of the weather and Ashley is out of town. I can’t get off work until three o’clock and I need somebody to pick Henry up and watch him until…”

“Calm down, Love,” he interrupted. “Winston and I will pick him up and take him home.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind? I don’t want to take you away from your work…”

“No worries. I’m finished for the day because I already put in extra hours this week.”

“Oh, good,” she said, breathing a sigh of relief. “I’ll call the school and tell them you’ll be picking him up. Since you’re not an authorized pick-up person, you’ll have to go inside to fill out a form when you get there. I’ll also text Mary Margaret and let her know. I really, really appreciate this, Killian.”

“It’s truly no problem, Love. I’ll get Winston ready to go right now. We should be there in about twenty minutes. Will that work?”

“That’s perfect. I need to warn you that it’s probably going to be a bit chaotic in the school office because of the early release.”

“Duly noted. I’ll send you a text when I’ve collected Henry and we’re in the car ready to go home.”

“Thanks, again. You’re a lifesaver.”

Ending the call, she sent up a prayer of thanks and went back to work.

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Emma was right about the chaos in the office. Killian had to wait several minutes before they could verify who he was and hand him a form to complete. Just as he was signing his name at the bottom, Mary Margaret ushered Henry in the door, along with two of her other students, whose parents were also waiting.

“Killian!” Henry cried, spotting him immediately.

“Hello, lad. Your mom asked me to pick you up.”

“Yeah, Mrs. Nolan told me. Thanks!”

“You’ll have to sign him out,” Mary Margaret explained, gesturing to the line of parents who were waiting to do that very thing. “Be careful driving home.”

“Thank you. You do the same,” Killian responded, stepping behind the last person in line.

Once Henry was properly signed out, they slipped and slid through the accumulating snow to where Killian had parked the car. Winston started barking from inside as soon as he caught sight of his boy.

While Henry greeted the dog and got himself buckled in, Killian texted Emma, then started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. So far, the snow was just making the roads slushy, but with such precious cargo in the back seat, he drove with extra caution.

By the time Emma arrived home three hours later, the snow was making travel hazardous. Killian heard her come in the door and paused the video game he and Henry were playing.

She was stomping off her boots and shaking the snow out of her hair when he greeted her. “Did you have any trouble, Love?”

“The roads are terrible and the snow is picking up, which means they’re only going to get worse.”

He helped her out of her coat and hung it on one of the hooks on the wall. As she sat on a bench to pull off her boots, he scratched behind his ear and said wistfully, “Perhaps I should just go home now, if they’re getting that bad.”

She glanced up at him, then back down as she finished her task. Once both of her boots were sitting on the rug, she stood and looked toward the living room. “What’s Henry doing?”

“We were playing a video game. He’s probably waiting for me to rejoin him.”

“Let me go say hi to him, then I have something to ask you.”

“Okay, but first…” he said, wrapping his arms around her and giving her a tender kiss. “Welcome home, Love. I’m very glad you made it safely.”

“Mmm, me too, especially when I get a greeting like that.” After giving him one more kiss, she linked their hands and led the way to the living room. Henry was sitting on the couch petting Winston, who was laying beside him. Both of them perked up when the adults entered the room, a wide grin splitting Henry’s face, while Winston thumped his tail on the cushions.

“Hey, kid. How was school today?”

“Great! I wish we could get out early every day!”

Emma laughed. “I wouldn’t count on it. Were you able to go to art class? I know how you look forward to it.”

“We still got to go and I finished my Rainbow Fish project. It turned out really good!”

“Oh, yeah? Did you bring it home?”

“No, it had to finish drying. Mrs. Fisher said she wants to hang it up in the hallway.”

“Maybe I’ll schedule a day to come in and have lunch with you, and you can show it to me then. How does that sound?”

“Cool! I love it when you have lunch with me!”

“I know. I love it, too. Let me know when it’s hung up, okay?” She watched him nod his agreement, then asked, “What have you three boys been up to this afternoon?”

“We went out and played in the snow for a little while, but it got too windy and cold. Killian made hot chocolate when we came inside. Winston loved the snow, didn’t you, boy?”

“He was trying to catch all of the snowflakes,” Killian laughed. “Then he started eating the snow on the ground. He’s such a funny pooch.”

“Show her the picture you took, Killian,” Henry urged.

Killian pulled his phone out of his front pocket and opened his photo gallery. Holding it so Emma could see, he said, “I took several pictures and a couple of videos.”

As he started scrolling through them, he didn’t see the doey-eyed look she gave him before directing her attention to what he was showing her. When he came to the last picture, she burst out laughing. In it, Henry was kneeling on the ground beside Winston, who had snow all over his muzzle.

“He looks like he has a white beard,” she giggled.

“Aye, Whitebeard the Weird, distant relative of Blackbeard the Pirate,” Killian chuckled.

Emma laughed again, then asked her son, “Where did you put your wet clothes?”

“Killian put them in the dryer.”

“Henry showed me where it was located.”

“Thank you. He usually lets them lay in a heap inside the door.” Turning back to Henry, she said, “What else did you do?”

He picked up the Nintendo Switch controller, gesturing to the TV with it. “We played video games until you got home.”

“Sounds like you guys had a good time.”

“We did,” Henry assured her. “And don’t worry, Mom. I thanked Killian for everything.”

“Aye, he did. Henry has very good manners, don’t you, lad?” Killian said, ruffling the boy’s hair.

“Yeah. Are you ready to finish our game?”

“Your mother wanted to talk to me about something first, then I should probably head home. She said the roads are getting bad.”

Henry’s shoulders drooped. “But I thought you would stay like you always do on Fridays.”

Emma said, “Henry, why don’t you play a game by yourself for a while, so I can talk to Killian?”

“Can I play Mario Kart?”

“You know the rules - only if you turned in all of your homework and didn’t get your card pulled for bad behavior this week.”

He jumped off the couch and grabbed his book bag from the recliner where he had tossed it when he got home. Unzipping it, he pulled out a folder and handed it to his mom.

She took it and pulled out the papers from the ‘keep at home’ side, placing them on the end table to look at later. Then she took a sheet from the ‘return to school’ pocket. After looking it over, she gave Henry a smile and kissed him on the forehead. “Good job, kid. I’m proud of you.”

While he was putting the folder back in his bag, she went to the closet and got the treasured game off the shelf above the coat rack. As soon as he got the game set up and was fully engaged in choosing his racer, Emma motioned for Killian to follow her into the kitchen.

She leaned against the front of the sink out of Henry’s line of sight, and Killian stood in front of her, his hands on her hips. “What did you want to talk to me about, Swan?” he asked, a concerned crease across his forehead.

Her eyes remained focused on the floor for several moments. When she finally looked up, there were tears in them.

He stepped closer, dipping his head to scan her face. “Emma, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she answered quickly. “I just…I…I think I love you.”

Killian’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “Wh-what?”

“I love you. I’ve fallen in love with you, Killian Jones.”

He surged forward, claiming the lips that just uttered the words which were music to his ears. He could have kissed her for hours, but he needed to ask her a question. “When?”

“When did I fall in love with you?” she asked, seeking to clarify.

“Aye. When did you know?”

She licked her lips. “I think I’ve been falling for you since the first day we met, but I wanted to make sure it’s really love that I feel. I’ve been burned before, and with Henry to consider, I didn’t want to jump right into a serious relationship. Then today, I just…I realized…I mean, you’re there for me, for us. You’re wonderful with Henry and it…it’s not because you’re trying to impress me or win my affections through my son. You honestly seem to like spending time with him. You dropped everything to pick him up today and then, those videos and pictures…you took videos and pictures of my kid because you were having fun with him.”

She paused for a second and he waited, understanding she needed to gather her thoughts. “But it’s not just because of Henry. That’s important, but it…it’s the way you make me feel. I love every minute we spend together. I can never get enough of being with you. As soon as you leave, I immediately look forward to the next time we’ll see each other. I…I…oh hell, I’m rambling and not making any sense.”

“You’re making perfect sense. I completely understand what you’re trying to say.”

“You do?”

He framed her face with his hands, brushing the apples of her cheeks with his thumbs. “Aye, because I feel the same way. You’re the best part of my day, whether we’re texting, talking, or actually together. I truly do love spending time with Henry because he’s such a great kid and I would never use him to try to impress you, Emma.” He brushed a kiss across her lips. “I’ve known for a while, too. That I love you. I’m in love with you, Emma Swan.”

The brightness of her smile was nearly blinding and it was her turn to initiate the fiery kiss. Afterwards, they stood with their foreheads pressed together, while her fingers played with the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck. “Can I ask you something?” she whispered.

“Of course, Love. Anything.”

She looked into his eyes. “Are you still thinking about moving away from Storybrooke?”

“No,” he answered without hesitation. “I’ve got every reason in the world to stay right here.”

“Good.”

He kissed her sweetly, then sighed. “I hate to ruin this moment, but I really should get started for home. The road conditions are probably worsening by the minute.”

“Actually, that was the original reason I wanted to talk to you. I was thinking that maybe…you could…stay here tonight.”

“Why, Swan,” he teased, “are you inviting me to a sleepover?”

“Well, it would be a very adult sleepover,” she said, watching him closely to gauge his reaction.

He tilted his head and studied her for a moment or two. “Are you saying…you want me to actually sleep with you?”

“I guess we would sleep eventually…”

“Emma, are you sure you’re ready to take that next step?”

“You’re not?”

“I’m not saying that at all,” he said quickly. “I just…would you be comfortable having me stay with you when Henry is right down the hall? We could…we could wait until we’re at my place, if you’d rather.”

“This isn’t spur of the moment, Killian. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. I think Henry is too young to understand what it means for you to spend the night and still be here in the morning. He just loves having you here and is always sad to see you leave. I’m not saying it’s going to be something that happens every night…”

“I wouldn’t expect that, especially during the week, but perhaps on the weekends?”

“That’s what I was thinking. Of course, we might be jumping the gun to consider more than tonight. You might be appalled by my snoring, drooling, or what I look like first thing in the morning. Or maybe we won’t be…compatible…in bed.”

He grinned. “I highly doubt that will be the case, Emma. Ever since the day we met, I’ve felt like we have a connection to each other that goes beyond friendship. I can’t imagine that not transferring to the bedroom. As far as your snoring and drooling, I’m sure I’ll find it to be absolutely adorable.”

“Whatever you say,” she scoffed. “But when you wake up with my morning breath in your face, you might change your mind.”

“I’m willing to risk it,” he smirked.

She began playing with the buttons on his shirt. “There’s, um…there’s one more thing I need to tell you.”

“What’s that, Love?”

After stepping away from him to check on Henry in the other room, she returned to face him again. “I haven’t been…intimate with anyone since Henry’s father. Henry is my world and everything else has taken a back seat.”

“Which is quite understandable,” Killian said. “It’s been a while for me, too. After getting hurt like I did, I was in no hurry to be with another woman. You have changed so many things in my life, Emma, and I’m anxious to begin this next chapter with you and Henry.”

“Don’t forget Winston,” she quipped.

“How could I forget Winston?” he laughed.

“Okay, so how about we get some supper and watch a movie like we usually do on Friday nights? My guess is that after the excitement of the day, Henry will be asleep before it’s over.”

“That sounds wonderful, Love. What were you planning to eat?”

“I was planning to order pizza, but with the roads the way they are, I think we better go with plan B.”

“Which is…?”

“I have no idea.”

He chuckled and kissed her forehead. “Do you mind if I search your cupboards a bit?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and crooned, “You can search anything you want.”

“Swan, are you flirting with me to get me riled up?”

“Maybe. Is it working?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he teased.

“Perhaps I would,” she answered, before scattering kisses along his throat.

“Bad form, Love,” he groaned.

“You don’t like it?” she asked innocently, looking up at him through her lashes.

“I like it too much, that’s the problem,” he said, pressing his hips against hers so she could feel the effect she was having on him.

“Okay, I’ll stop…for now,” she said. She started to move away and he reluctantly released her. “Dig around to your heart’s content and I’ll go see what movie Henry wants to watch.”

Killian ended up making spaghetti with garlic toast for supper. Afterwards, they watched “Luck” on AppleTV, while munching on chocolate chip cookies Emma whipped up. She and Killian managed to make the food while sharing lots of kisses in the kitchen.

Henry didn’t question Killian staying instead of going home; he was simply happy to carry on with their usual Friday evening routine. He made it through the movie without falling asleep, but was reluctant to move when it ended. Emma realized that he wanted Killian to carry him to his room, which he did, making her heart melt as she watched.

While Emma took Henry through his bedtime routine, Killian put Winston outside to do his business. Although he had cleared the patio of snow earlier in the evening, it was covered again.

When he took Winston into Henry’s room after toweling him off, he reported, “I’d say there’s at least six inches of snow and it’s still coming down.”

“Oh, boy!” Henry exclaimed, perking up. “Can you come over tomorrow to play in it with us again?”

Killian scratched behind his ear, looking to Emma for help.

“Actually kid, Killian is going to stay here overnight,” she said.

“He is?”

“Yeah. The roads are pretty bad and I didn’t want him to risk driving home. Is that okay with you?”

Henry gave her a puzzled look. “Sure. Why wouldn’t it be okay?”

Emma shrugged. “He’s never spent the night here before.”

“Well, he should, because we’re usually together all day on Saturdays, too. It doesn’t make sense for him to go home.”

Killian and Emma exchanged a look, then he bid the boy goodnight, patted Winston and left the room so she could read to her son.

After kissing Henry and closing the door to his room, she found Killian sitting on the couch. “Well, I guess that answers the question of whether it’s going to bother Henry,” she said, plopping down beside him.

“Aye,” he chuckled, but she noticed he didn’t look at her.

“Hey,” she said, reaching to take his hand. “Is something wrong?”

“I, uh, I…if we’re going to take that next step in our relationship, I’m concerned about what to do because I don’t have any kind of protection.”

“Well, I obviously don’t have any STDs and I assume you don’t, either.”

“I don’t, but what about preventing you from getting pregnant?”

“Oh, that’s not a problem. I have an IUD. My doctor suggested it because I had such heavy periods after Henry was born.”

“Well, that is a relief,” he said, finally looking at her. “Did Henry fall asleep while you were reading to him?”

“He was out before I read half a page. He actually held out longer than I thought.”

“Tomorrow will be another fun day in the snow for him.”

She turned on the sofa to face him, draping her legs over his. “I was meaning to ask you - did you bring along clothes to wear out in the snow?”

“Aye. Liam advised that I keep extra clothes in the car during the winter months, so I changed into them once we came inside.”

“Did you dry them with Henry’s clothes?”

“I did. I hope that was alright.”

“Of course. I want you to make yourself at home here. I was thinking it might be nice to put up the Christmas tree tomorrow.”

“That’s a wonderful idea. I’m sure Henry loves doing that.”

“Oh yes, he really gets into it,” she laughed. “Although I’m sure you can’t imagine him getting excited about anything!”

Her sarcasm made him chuckle. “That’s one reason why I enjoy being with him so much. He’s enthusiastic about everything.”

“You clearly haven’t seen him do his chores.”

“Well, that’s true,” he agreed with a grin. “I suppose that’s typical for a kid.”

“Not just a kid. I hate doing chores, too.”

“You know,” he said, wrapping his arms around her to pull her into his lap, “I could think of much better things to talk about than chores.”

She adjusted herself so her knees were on either side of his hips, her hands on his shoulders and her forehead resting against his. “Like the fact that I love you?”

“Aye, that’s a much better subject,” he said, nuzzling her nose. They indulged in a long, slow kiss, while their hands roamed each other’s body. “I love you, too,” Killian murmured against her lips. In response, she deepened the kiss and adjusted her position, putting more pressure on his groin. “Swan…” he rasped.

“Maybe we should move to the bedroom,” she whispered in his ear.

The tickling sensation and implication of her words served to increase his arousal. “I like that idea, Love.”

She kissed him one more time, then pushed herself off of him. Threading her fingers through his, she tugged him to his feet. As they quietly moved down the hall, Emma stopped outside Henry’s door, listening intently. Giving a nod, they continued into her bedroom and she closed the door behind them.

“He’s out for the night,” she commented.

“You can tell that just by listening for a few seconds?”

“He’s a mouth breather, a loud one. He probably needs to have his tonsils and adenoids removed, but up until now, I haven’t had a job with good insurance. I just haven’t taken him to the doctor yet.”

“What about Winston?”

“If he needs his tonsils and adenoids out, I’ll let you pay for it,” she teased.

“You’re hilarious, Swan,” he remarked, trying to look stern, but failing to keep the smile from taking over his face.

“Yeah, I know,” she smirked. “Winston has slept through the night since the first night we brought him home.”

“In that case,” Killian said, sauntering into her personal space, “I guess the night is ours.”

“I guess so,” she said, then nervously pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

Tilting his head, he looked into her eyes for several seconds, then brushed some locks of blonde hair over her shoulder. “Emma, please don’t feel like we have to go ahead with this if you’re…”

“No, Killian,” she interrupted firmly. “I really want this, I’m just…out of practice, I guess.”

He put his hands on her waist and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “Relax, Love. Just let things happen naturally, and if they don’t, then we sleep instead. No pressure, okay?”

“You know, the first time I saw you, I had to convince myself you were real. I was sure no one as handsome as you could actually exist. And now, you say something like that and I have to convince myself that you’re real all over again. I mean, when a guy’s girlfriend is offering them sex, how many would say it’s okay if it doesn’t happen?”

“Probably more than you think. I would hope there are more gentlemen than rogues out there.”

Emma thought about that for a few moments, before saying, “I should wash my face and brush my teeth. Why don’t you, um, get comfortable in here and I’ll go take care of that.”

He watched her leave the room, then ran his hands through his hair. He longed to show Emma how much he loved her, but the last thing he wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable or pressured in any way. After stripping down to his navy blue boxers and white T-shirt, he sat on the bed to wait for her to return.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, she was quietly berating herself in the mirror. “You have this sweet, sexy, perfect boyfriend in your bedroom and you come running in here like a scared rabbit. What is wrong with you?” she asked her reflection. When she didn’t receive an answer, she sighed, tossed a washcloth into the sink and turned on the hot water.

After she finished in the bathroom and padded back to her room, she tapped lightly on the door before entering. Killian looked up at her from his seat on the bed, concern etched on his face. “Alright there, Swan?”

She gave him what she hoped was a reassuring smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. I, um, I laid an extra toothbrush out for you if you wanted to, um, brush your teeth,” she stammered.

“Thank you, Love.” He stood up and slipped out the door.

Emma used the time to change out of her clothes and into a turquoise nightshirt that barely covered her underwear. She was standing in front of her dresser brushing her hair when she heard a soft knock on the door. “Come in,” she said, when it didn’t open right away.

As Killian entered, she saw his reflection in the mirror. She hadn’t gotten a good look at him before he left the room; but now, she saw that he was utterly tantalizing in very little clothing. It made her mouth go dry, but at the same time, made all of her nervousness vanish.

Turning toward him, she saw the anticipation on his face and quickly crossed the space between them. Standing in front of him, she reached up and cupped his face, then pulled him down to connect their lips, trying to pour every ounce of her love into the kiss.

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her snugly against himself. She’d been in his arms many times, but there were always more layers of clothing between them. Feeling his well-defined chest pressed against hers and his strong back under her roaming hands, she could feel her own body reacting.

Finally breaking the kiss, she said breathlessly, “I’m sorry for being so hesitant. I asked you to stay and then I let my nerves and insecurities get to me. It’s just that, in the past, people were always letting me down…”

“Let me assure you, Love,” he said, softly stroking the tips of his fingers over her cheek, “I don’t intend to let you down or hurt you in any way. You mean far too much to me to ever let that happen, trust me.”

Her eyes searched his, knowing she would see nothing but sincerity and love in them. “I do trust you,” she whispered. Taking his hands, she backed up until the backs of her knees hit the bed, then sat down and pulled him down beside her.

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“I’m yours,” she said. “Make love to me, Killian.”

Twisting his body, he embraced her, then rolled them until he was on top of her in the middle of the mattress. “As you wish,” he grinned.

They took their time undressing each other between impassioned kisses, their lips finding the skin that was revealed with every discarded article of clothing. Killian paid special attention to Emma’s bare breasts when he removed her shirt, his mouth and calloused fingers on the sensitive flesh making her body sizzle with desire.

When she pushed his boxers down his legs, her eyes widened as she took in the size of his manhood. Her hand wrapped around it, the smooth skin feeling like satin on her palm.

As she slowly stroked him, his fingers moved between her thighs, feeling the damp heat. She widened her legs as one finger made its way inside her. “Killiannn,” she whined.

“Does that feel good?” he murmured into her ear.

“Yesss…so good.”

“What you’re doing feels good to me, too,” he assured her. He pushed himself up to lean on one elbow, sweeping his eyes up and down her form. “Gods, Emma. You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen,” he praised. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

Her hands moved to his chest, fingers swirling through the generous dusting of hair. “So are you.” The fingers of one hand followed the dark trail of hair down his belly and between his legs to fondle his testicles, satisfied when she heard his sharp intake of breath.

They continued to explore, working one another up until both were panting and pleading. Killian took his time ensuring that Emma was prepared, using his fingers around and inside her opening to make her slick with arousal. At the same time, her attention to his cock and the way she scratched her fingernails over the skin of his chest and back made him the hardest he’d ever been.

As he sucked love marks into the soft skin of her breast and rubbed his thumb over her clit, she gasped, “Killian, I…I’m ready.”

He looked up at her through his long, dark lashes. Her skin was flushed, her tongue licking at her kiss-swollen lips. As his eyes connected with her lust-filled green ones, a rush of love and longing crashed over him. “I love you, Emma,” he said, moving up to seal the declaration with another kiss.

“I love you, too. So much,” she replied, running her fingers through his damp strands of hair. Then she shifted on the bed so he could settle between her thighs.

Holding himself above her on one elbow, he reached down to grasp his cock, rubbing it through her slick, wet folds, then slowly began pushing forward. His eyes scanned up her body to study her face, hoping to catch any sign of discomfort in her features. He halted his progress when he detected a slight grimace. “Does that hurt?” he asked.

“No, no,” she assured him. “It burns a little, but mostly it feels…amazing. Please don’t stop.”

He was happy to hear those words, because being only partially inside her felt incredible, and he yearned to keep going. Dropping his elbow down to the other side of her body, he pulled back a little, then pressed forward again, going deeper inch by inch, until he was fully engulfed in her warm, tight sheath.

Resting his head on her chest, he ground out, “Bloody hell, Emma. You feel fucking fantastic.”

She skimmed her hands through his hair. “It feels like you were made for me,” she whispered. Bending her knees, she pulled her feet up beside his hips and gave a slight thrust of her pelvis.

He got the hint and began rocking slowly, savoring every moan and gasp from her. Sensing that she had adjusted to his size, he pulled out until only his tip was still inside, then slid all the way back in with one stroke, gradually picking up the pace.

“Faster…deeper,” she begged.

He obliged, thrusting into her several times in quick succession. Her hips raised off the bed to meet him every time, while her fingers gripped his hair almost painfully.

“Killian, I can’t…I’m going to…”

“Let go, Love,” he encouraged, knowing she was right on the edge.

Throbbing heat and a sudden flood of wetness around his cock told him that she followed his command. She crossed her ankles behind his back, trying to pull him closer, while her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow.

He stilled within her, trying to delay his own climax. As good as it felt to have her pulsing around him, he didn’t want it to end so soon.

“T-top,” she mumbled.

“You want to be on top?”

“Mmhmm.”

After wrapping his arms around her, he carefully rolled them over. Emma planted her hands on his chest and pushed herself up, her knees tight against his hips. His hands gripped her forearms as she began lifting and lowering her pelvis, his cock sliding in, then almost out of her over and over again.

Killian was muttering a steady string of praises, telling her how perfect she was and how good she felt. Raising his head, his mouth found one of her nipples, alternately rolling his tongue over it and sucking hard. The effect caused her rhythm to stutter and she threw her head back, letting out a long, guttural moan of his name.

Feeling his release growing imminently closer, he started thrusting up into her. His hand moved down to find her clit, rubbing it roughly as he groaned, “Come again, Emma. Please come, Love. I…I can’t…”

With one final slide down on him, she did, shuddering and shaking as she cried out, “Yes! Yes, Killian!”

Watching her ecstasy, hearing her shouts and feeling her pulse around him brought him to his peak, too. He jerked and spasmed, spurting hot streams of cum inside her.

When she collapsed on top of him several moments later, he held her close, murmuring words of adoration into her hair. Gradually, their breathing and heart rates returned to normal, and Killian groped around the bed, finding the blanket and pulling it over the top of them.

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Emma sighed happily, pressing kisses to his throat and collarbone. “That was amazing! I know it’s been a while, but I don’t remember sex ever being that good.”

“Well, that’s because you’ve never done it with me before,” he chuckled. Hearing her hum of agreement, he added, “It’s never been like that for me, either. Then again, I’ve never loved anyone like I love you. I think that’s what made it so much more intense and meaningful.”

She lifted her head and rested her chin on his sternum, looking into his face. “I’m sure you’re right about that. I’m very glad we decided to take this next step. I feel like we’re more closely connected now.” She wiggled her hips, causing his softening length to shift inside her. “In more ways than one.”

He grinned and reached up to tuck her hair behind her ears. “Meeting you and Henry is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Leaning forward, she kissed him; a slow, tender kiss that communicated her feelings more than words ever could. They cuddled a while longer before Emma slipped her shirt back on and went to the bathroom to clean up, bringing a warm washcloth back so Killian could do the same. After he put his boxers on and visited the bathroom himself, they burrowed under the covers, intertwining themselves and sharing more kisses until they finally drifted off to sleep - content, sated and thoroughly in love.

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Emma awoke slowly the next morning, the smell of coffee tickling her nose. When her foggy brain remembered what happened the night before, she reached over to find the other side of the bed empty. Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes and stretched.

She felt pleasantly sore in all the right places and smiled when she remembered how she had awakened in the middle of the night to find Killian watching her sleep. The sliver of moonlight seeping in through the slight opening between the curtains illuminated his mischievous blue eyes. It was then she realized he had worked her shirt up above her breasts and was gently massaging them. Soon they were engaged in round two, finding more ways to bring pleasure to one another.

Flinging back the blanket, she grabbed a robe out of her closet and put it on as she walked down the hall. She could hear Henry chattering before she reached the kitchen.

“...and after we play in the snow, we can play more games and watch movies and…”

“Slow down, lad,” she heard Killian say, his gruff morning voice sending shivers down her spine. “I think your mother has some plans for us today.”

“That’s right,” she said, joining them. “I think you’ll like what I have planned.” Peeking over Henry’s shoulder, she asked, “What are you eating, kid?”

“Killian made egg in a basket!” he said excitedly. “It’s really good and he told me he would teach you how to make it too, if you want.”

“Is that so?” she asked, passing behind the ‘chef’ and discreetly pinching his side.

“Bad form, Swan,” he chided playfully. “And to think I made coffee and breakfast for you.”

“Sorry,” she said, stretching to her tiptoes to kiss the underside of his scruffy jaw. He turned so her next kiss was to his lips.

“You guys are being gross,” Henry complained, making the couple laugh. “So what are we doing today, Mom?”

She poured herself a mug of coffee, splashed some creamer into it, then leaned against the counter to take a sip before answering, “I thought we would put up the Christmas tree and decorate it. How does that sound?”

“YAY!” Henry shouted. Winston started barking from where he lay under the table.

“Winston, enough!” Killian commanded and the dog quieted immediately.

“Good morning, sweet boy,” Emma said, bending down to ruffle his ears. “I didn’t see you under there.” Straightening up, she asked her son, “Did you already feed him?”

Henry’s ears reddened. “Uh, no. I forgot.”

Emma gave him a stern look. “You know you’re supposed to feed your dog before you sit down to eat, young man.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” he said, hopping out of his seat and going to the pantry where the dog’s food was stored.

“Apologize to Winston, not me.”

Henry scooped out the food and dumped it into Winston’s bowl. “I’m sorry, boy,” he said, as he set it down beside the refrigerator where the dog sat waiting.

Killian laughed as he watched Winston inhaling his food like he was afraid it was going to disappear. “I think he forgives you, lad.” Looking at Emma, he added, “I already put him outside to do his business. The snow is up to his belly, but he found a spot by the side of the house that wasn’t quite as deep.”

“How long have you been up?” she questioned.

Killian glanced at the clock on the microwave. “Almost an hour.”

“Wow, you’re a morning person. It usually takes me half-an-hour just to pry my eyes open and get out of bed, especially on a Saturday.”

“Well, you know what they say - opposites attract,” he said, setting a plate of food in front of her and sitting down beside her with his own.

As they began to eat, Henry returned to the table and asked, “When are we gonna put up the tree, Mom?”

“You can help decide. Do you want to do it before or after we play in the snow?”

He thought for a second. “Let’s go outside first. Can we bake gingerbread cookies like we did last year, when we decorated the tree?”

“I’m afraid not. We don’t have the necessary ingredients for that kind of cookie.”

Seeing Henry’s disappointed look, Killian said, “I know a good recipe for sugar cookies. Do you like that kind? I know your mother has all the ingredients for them.”

Henry perked up again. “Yeah! Can we decorate them? We have sprinkles left from when you tried to make cupcakes for Avery’s birthday, remember?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me of that fiasco,” Emma groaned, making Henry giggle.

Killian looked between the two of them. “Why was it a fiasco?”

She covered her face with her hands as she answered, “I forgot the baking powder.”

“Do you mean to say,” he began, trying to contain his laughter, “that you baked cupcakes and didn’t put any baking powder in them?”

Dropping her hands, she replied indignantly, “Hey, it happens to the best of us. I’ve seen episodes of the Great British Baking Show where the bakers forget to put in key ingredients.”

“Point taken. Did you take the cupcakes to the party?”

“Are you kidding? They looked like hockey pucks! Of course I didn’t take them to the party.”

Killian laughed heartily, while Emma tried and failed to give him a reproving look. Instead, she dissolved into laughter, too.

“Mom picked up cupcakes at the grocery on the way to the party,” Henry said, then shoved another bite of food into his mouth.

“Well, I promised to bring them, so I had to do something.”

“Very resourceful, Swan.”

By the end of breakfast, they had the day’s schedule worked out. They played in the snow as soon as they were all dressed, then drank hot chocolate and baked cookies. While waiting for the cookies to be cool enough to ice and decorate, Henry and Killian brought the small artificial tree in from the garage.

As they were setting it up, Emma explained, “Henry wants to have a live tree, but I told him he needs to be a little older, because I don’t think I could get one unloaded and set up by myself.”

“Ah, well, if it weren’t for the fact we’re snowed in today, I could have helped you with that,” Killian said. “Perhaps next year.”

“Yeah, that would be nice,” she said, kissing him on the cheek. “I hope we’ll still be together by then.”

He pulled her against him, wrapping her in his warm embrace. “I have every confidence we will, Love.”

The day was the most fun any of them could remember. They decorated cookies and the tree while listening to Christmas music, played some board games, then watched two Christmas movies with only the lights from the tree and television illuminating the living room. Killian sat on the couch between Emma and Henry, both of whom were snuggled close to his side.

Emma and Killian shared many affectionate caresses and kisses throughout the day, unable to keep from touching each other. That evening, after Henry and Winston were in bed, they spooned on the sofa, quietly discussing plans for the next day, Christmas and New Years Eve.

Both of them were hopeful and excited about their future together.

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Eight Months Later

“Great pass, Nicholas!” Killian shouted, running along the sidelines to coach his players. “Keep it under control, Grace! Get open, Henry! There he is! Pass it, Grace!”

As Henry’s kick sent the soccer ball flying into the goal, Emma leaped from her seat with a cheer, causing Winston to jump up and start barking. Everyone around them laughed, used to the excitable black dog who was always at the games to watch his young master.

When the game ended, Killian’s team was victorious for the third week in a row. Henry shook hands with the other team, then sprinted over to his mom and Winston.

“Good game, kid!” Emma exclaimed, returning his hug. “Your team is doing great this year.”

“That’s because we have the best coach in the whole world!” he beamed, taking Winston’s leash from her as the dog jumped around him enthusiastically.

Emma watched Killian gather his clipboard and Henry’s water bottle. Several parents approached him to offer their words of appreciation, and she smiled as he humbly accepted them.

He really was too good to be true, except that he absolutely was…and he was hers.

She turned to fold up her lawn chair and collect Winston’s favorite ducky toy, and soon felt two strong arms wrap around her from behind.

“Congratulations, coach,” she said, twisting in his arms to kiss him.

“Thank you, Love. The team is really starting to gel, don’t you think?”

“That’s because, as Henry just said, they have the best coach in the world.”

“He said that?” Killian asked, rubbing self-consciously behind his ear.

“Yeah, and I agree. They love playing for you, Babe.”

“Well, they’re fun to coach. I’m glad you talked me into it.”

“Pfft,” Emma scoffed. “I’m not the one who did it. It was that nine-year-old con artist who lives with us.”

“He can be quite persuasive,” he conceded. “Takes after his mother.”

“Hey!” she said, lightly slapping his chest. “I never talk you into doing things you don’t want to do.”

“That’s very true,” he murmured into her ear. “I’m always up for what you want me to do.”

She giggled and engaged him in another kiss, only to be interrupted by a loud, exasperated, “Mom! Killian! You guys are embarrassing!”

They broke apart with a laugh. “Sorry, kid,” Emma said, not sounding one bit apologetic. “Ready to go home?”

“Actually, Henry and I thought it might be fun to go to the nature preserve this morning,” Killian said. “Is that alright with you, Swan?”

“Sounds good to me. I’m glad I wore sneakers instead of sandals.”

They headed to the car and were soon on their way to the preserve. Emma noticed Killian shifting in his seat and nervously tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. “Are you okay?” she asked.

“Oh, um, aye. Just working out some energy left over from the game.”

She studied him for several more moments, then shrugged slightly and turned to ask Henry what he wanted for lunch when they got home, later.

There were several cars in the main parking lot at the preserve, so Killian kept driving until they reached a more remote section. Winston always got distracted if there were too many people around, so they tried to stick to the paths that weren’t likely to be as busy.

Once they found a place to park and were out of the car, Henry and Winston started along the path that led into the woods. Emma and Killian trailed behind, falling into easy conversation, as always. Their current topic was Belle and Liam, who were due to return from their honeymoon the following day. Despite being wed at the beginning of June, the couple waited to go on their trip until August, because Liam could get airline tickets for a much better price late in the summer.

“Bloody wanker, always after a discount,” Killian grumbled, not for the first time. “Even for his honeymoon!”

“Belle didn’t seem to mind,” Emma pointed out. “She was excited because the best time to see Beluga Whales in Alaska is during the month of August. I hope they were able to see some.”

“Aye, me too. That’s probably the reason Liam booked it for this month, anyway. He just wants to make everyone think he’s a miser.”

Emma wrapped her arm around his more tightly and leaned into him. “I definitely got the better brother,” she stated playfully.

“That you did, Love,” he grinned, pressing a kiss to her temple.

After hiking for twenty minutes, they came to their favorite spot on the path - a small fishing pond surrounded by tall, reedy grass and cattails. Henry and Winston started exploring the perimeter of the water, in search of frogs. Ever since finding one at this pond earlier in the summer, they were determined to find another.

“Care to sit down for a bit, Love?” Killian asked, indicating a wooden bench.

“Yeah. I’m sure the two of them will want to stay here a while.”

They sat together in comfortable silence, listening to the chirping of birds and buzz of insects. Finally, Killian turned to her and said, “We’ve known each other for almost a year now, haven’t we?”

“We met in September, so it’ll be a year next month.”

“It’s been the best year of my life.”

“Mmhmm. Mine, too. Especially these last three months when you officially moved in with us.”

“Well, I did have to live somewhere, since the lease on my apartment was up,” he teased.

“Oh, so now the truth comes out,” she shot back with a giggle.

“Aye,” he sighed dramatically. “I only love you for your house.”

“You’re so full of it, Jones,” she said, elbowing him in the side.

He leaned back and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his side, both of them watching Henry and Winston chasing what looked like a dragonfly.

“Those two are something else,” she remarked.

“They’re both good boys. I’m very lucky to be part of their lives.”

Emma hummed. “We’re all very lucky to have you in our lives.”

After another lengthy pause, he murmured, “I love you, Emma.”

“I love you, too.”

He slipped from his seat and knelt in front of her. “Enough to marry me?” he asked, looking up into her eyes, widened in surprise.

“Killian…wh-what are you doing?” she stammered.

“Isn’t it obvious, Love? I’m proposing. But I guess I’ve forgotten something, haven’t I?” Unbuttoning the pocket on the side of his cargo shorts, he reached in and withdrew a diamond solitaire ring, holding it up between them. “Emma, we may have met because of a mistake, but I don’t think of it that way. I’m convinced it was God’s plan for us to meet in just the right place at exactly the right time. You, Henry and Winston are the center of my world and that’s where I want you to be for the rest of my life. So, Emma Swan, will you marry me?”

She brushed at the tears trickling down her cheeks as a huge smile crossed her face. “Yes, Killian! Of course I’ll marry you!”

He took her trembling hand in his and slid the ring into place. Then he wrapped her in his arms, kissing her hair, eyes, cheeks, and finally, her lips, salty with her tears.

Their celebration was cut short when Henry asked, “Did she say yes?”

Both of them dissolved into laughter. He was notorious for interrupting them when they were kissing, whether out of disgust or because he was simply oblivious.

“Aye, lad. She did,” Killian answered.

“Wait, you were in on this?” Emma asked her son.

“Yeah. Last night, Killian asked me if it was okay for him to marry you. I said it was, so that’s why we decided to come here after the game today - so he could oppose.”

“Propose,” Killian corrected, as Emma laughed.

Henry shrugged. “Whatever. So you’re getting married? We’re gonna be a real family?” His excitement grew as he realized what it all meant.

“Yeah, kid. We’ll officially become a family. What do you think about that?”

It wasn’t a surprise to either of them that his answer was a loud, “YAY!” while Winston barked his approval, too.

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Emma and Killian were married sixteen months later, the day before the second anniversary of when they first declared their love for each other. Fortunately, there was no snowstorm on their wedding day.

Henry proudly walked his mother down the aisle to meet Killian at the altar. The boy shook his soon-to-be stepfather’s hand, then nearly tackled him in a hug, before taking his place beside Liam.

The ceremony was beautiful and perfect, which in Killian’s mind, matched his bride. Everyone had a wonderful time at the reception afterwards, celebrating the couple with food and dancing. Liam’s best man speech caused Killian’s face to turn red with embarrassment, as everyone else’s turned red with laughter.

The traditional father/daughter dance was replaced with a mother/son dance instead. As the two most important people in his life moved in small circles in the middle of the floor to the song “How Long Will I Love You?”, Killian repeatedly swallowed past the lump in his throat and wiped away a stray tear or two.

While the newlyweds enjoyed a honeymoon in a tropical climate, Henry and Winston stayed with Belle and Liam. The boy and his dog slept in the spare bedroom that was in the process of being turned into a nursery for Henry’s future cousin, due to arrive in two months.

Emma and Killian purchased a larger house, two blocks from the Storybrooke harbor, six months after their wedding. While they were signing the final legal papers for the sale, they were beginning another legal process.

One morning in October, Henry came into the kitchen and gave Winston an extra helping of food in celebration of their pet’s ‘gotcha day’. Sitting down at the table, he was excited to find his favorite breakfast of French toast with bacon on his plate, and folded pieces of paper beside it.

After drowning his food in maple syrup and taking a huge bite, he picked up the papers and asked, “What are these?”

“Open them and see,” Emma said, her face glowing with excitement as she met Killian’s eyes across the table.

Henry did as he was told, scanning the page until he realized that the first one was a certificate of adoption. His eyes shot up to land on Killian. “Does this mean you’re officially my dad?”

“Aye, lad, I’m legally your father. I signed the final papers a couple of weeks ago. We’ve just been waiting for that other paper to arrive before we told you.”

Henry slid the second paper out from underneath the first, his eyes widening even more. “It says Henry Andrew Jones. Is that really my name now?”

“Yeah, kid,” Emma answered. “That’s your new birth certificate and it names Killian as your father. What do you think?”

In answer, he jumped out of his chair and ran around the table to fly into Killian’s waiting arms. “I think it’s the best day of my life!” he exclaimed. “I love you, Dad!”

“I love you, too, my boy,” Killian replied, a slight catch in his voice at hearing Henry call him that title for the very first time.

Henry turned to give Emma a hug, also. “It’s pretty cool that Winston and I both have the same ‘gotcha day’,” he said.

His parents laughed. “I didn’t think about that,” Emma admitted.

That Christmas, their friends and family received a card which included a picture of Henry, Emma, Killian and Winston in front of their decorated, live Christmas tree. It was signed:

Happy Holidays! With love from the Jones family.

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Entropy impacts your fantasy world

Entropy infects all systems. Things wear down, and either collapse or shake apart into new configurations.

Fantasy worlds are divided into a series of ages, where myths are split apart from legends and history. They might look like this Middle-Earth inspired history (at least my high school D&D campaign world did):

First Age - Gods walk the earth, or make the world. Evil gods are dealt with or bound.

Second Age - The great civilizations flourish, items of remarkable power of crafted and legendary battles occur. Famous institutions like kingdoms, and bloodlines are established.

Third Age - Not as epic, as the first or second age. The hero grows up on a farm or distant location and learns about the age of magic. Perhaps they’ll inherit a sword or learn lost secrets. There are ruins everywhere. Some dark threat left over from the second age will return and be dealt with. Perhaps the hero will reconnect with one of the elite institutions established in the second age.

Fourth Age - The age of magic ends, and everything changes. Elves sail away, gods leave the world, and hand it over to people, who, live in wisdom and peace and tell stories about the good old days to the kids.

This is also a metaphor for human life. The first age is childhood when you believe impossible things and dragons, the second age is when you’re young, fighting for your passions, the third age is when you get your job and learn how the systems of the world work. And the fourth age is when you’re paying off the mortgage, and you don’t have time to play D&D anymore or read books, but you’ve got fond memories of those days and will tell your bored family members about the good old days.

Let’s cut to 2020, COVID era. I’m in the fourth age of my life. During lockdown, I work through a bunch of intense personal stuff. One of them is that my epic fantasy novel series is doomed not to be finished in its current state—it’s lost in a muddle of endless rewrites. The book had lots of POVs, good character work and world building, but not much of a plot apart from an expedition across a continent. Time to recognize that it would never be done. I’ll never be Brandon Sanderson. (At least with that book.)

I get out my shotgun, place the barrel against the malformed, beating dreams of finishing that series, and pull the trigger.

Time to reboot. Start something else. I need to create I can finish. Shorter, less epic. Except, being one of those eternal gamemaster types, I can’t tell stories without a world.

Yeah, I could build any world I want and—my subconscious wants to design a setting in a fantasy world’s fourth age. When I was younger, the concept of the fourth age horrified me. Who’d want to tell stories in a world where the magic went away, and everything was about modern life, office workers and cars?

Now, I find that interesting. Because the past is a magical one, right? How would that influence the modern day? And how did the magic leave the world? What if something went wrong with the final epic battle between light and darkness? What if losing magic was a last ditch strike? A nuclear option. Not a gentle fading of magic like in Middle-Earth—a planned obsolescence—but a catastrophe mess that broke the world.

And what if magic survived, but became hidden, messy and complicated?

So that’s the key idea I had when designing my world. Modern, yet with a hidden layer of magic.

Now to figure out what that looked like. And what sort of stories would it drive?

How about you—did you build your world by thinking about this sort of thing to start with (themes) or did you start with some other idea? Or even a sense of a character or a vision of a scene? (I love the story by CS Lewis how his initial idea for Narnia was simply a mental picture of Lucy and Mr. Tumnus walking arm-in-arm through a snowy wood...)

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so. bc we kept being put in a queue that we’re not trained for. that we’re not trained for bc of the widespread issue of this department pushing their work onto us and trying to snub that outright just by not training us. my company is making several of my coworkers come in on their day off for an eight hour training For that Department.

#personal #i’m probably not going bc im leaving that day #but hope they put me so i can just get away from calls for 8 hours #but also if they don’t im seriously thinking about just leaving half way #like ill just message my direct boss like hey still sick from yesterday (calling out monday) so im just gonna leave my stuff with security.#bye!#and then never look back #on one hand i do want this door open in case i need it but also i more or less already told that boss im calling out #and honestly i would rather kill my self than work here again #maybe if tomorrow goes rlly bad i just straight up leave my stuff #message boss like hey im just leaving my stuff tonight i’m not dealing with this anymore #probably not but it’s a little fantasy #anyway my department specifically my team not happy at all and all have said their jealousy #jealous i’m leaving fuck you tumblr mobile and fuck you autocorrect #one dude took one call and immediately got cussed out and then went postal and told our supervisor he’s not taking these calls #and she was like i get it’s frustrating but we’re a team so we have to #to which bc i’m leaving i was like okay but it doesn’t feel like a team when we have to take their stuff and then they treat us how they #treat us and are unable to help if WE need help #we need to hire more cs agents his happens every weekend #which led to the rest of the time agreeing/putting up a bit of a stink #and my supervisor was like mangement knows we’re trying to get cs agents #then i guess the answer was not hiring more agents for that department or even moving around the agents in their #but to add more to MY department #which like. anything that is not clearly labeled this is for x department #just auto falls on us even tho we only work on a limited number of things #god and like every department in a company feels like that! no we have to have several meetings about this specifically #bc it’s such an issue of having too much in our department or other departments just giving us everything EVEN stuff meant clearly for them #like it’s a huge problem #and they’re just making it worse with this. so glad i’m leaving

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chuckle-lore · 1 month

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Episode 2- February 6 2021- Holy shit we got lore

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To make things clear: whenever I mention someone in the lore section, I am strictly referring to their CS! character. (Also, sorry for being inconstant with time stamps but I was watching with my mom and I didn’t want to annoy her by rewinding every two minutes)

4:31 Schlatt says that Ted tried to snipe him for being absent

Ted both ogles Charlie and talks shit about his appearance (specifically his nose)

Charlie mentions how he can easily throw Ted off a roof and catch him before he falls on the ground and this is considered one rep. This implies that Charlie is much faster than the average human and is stronger than one as well even if it’s slightly.

20:10ish we get to know about “Two-Faced Teddy” which is the nickname Schlatt and Charlie use for Ted

Charlie mentions that Ted cries black tears which are later to be confirmed to be tar

Ted admits he is a demon and talks to voices in his head. He tells one of said voices that he refuses to kill Charlie and Schlatt. Wether these are voices in his head or of a higher power is unclear but they do seem to have at least some influence over Ted.

“There’s a lot of gray in the black and white” this quote from Schlatt that 1) goes hard and 2)implies his morally dubious nature

Schlatt gives rabies to animals and shoots them. The ability to give rabies is called the “rabies radar”

These three are messy bitches that ruin each other’s merch/photos for the drama

33:20 Schlatt “went back” and changed the three’s contracts so he can have 50% of the profits. I am interpreting this to be either the works of time travel or reality bending, but with the phrasing of “went back” I am personally leaning towards time travel.

The current profit split is Schlatt 50%, Charlie 30%, and Ted 20%, neither Ted or Charlie seem satisfied with this cut

Some time in the Charlie’s youth, he almost was dragged into a foam pit to drown by Ted, Charlie ends up escaping just to find out Ted was now his coach. The only ways I can think of this working is if Ted has the ability to either teleport, extreme speed, some type of time manipulation, reality bending or a mix of multiple options. Either way Ted is op.

Originally the bottom of foam pits were portals that take you to the end in Minecraft but this was quickly changed to be diseased ridden areas that creatures and Ted lurked in

To summarize the lore: Ted is a demon, Schlatt and Charlie are have some type of abilities and are possibly not human, and all three of them are petty

Thoughts: This episode was just so much fun, everyone was goofing around and I’m surprised that I never revisited this episode before starting this project but I had such a good time. If I had to recommend an episode to a new watcher, it would be this one 9/10 go watch it if you haven’t.

Things I noted:

I love seeing the fanart in the beginning and I wish they bring it back

There’s a frame that made it look like Schlatt was giving birth and I did NOT needed to see that (this docked a point from my score

The lighting in Ted’s room improved

My attention was distributed more evenly in here compared to the first episode where it felt like Charlie and Schlatt took up most of it

We see that one picture of roided up Charlie which I think is pretty iconic and am conflicted about it being considered lore. They all confirm that’s what Charlie looks like but the photo originated from twitter which violates the first requirement to becoming lore (content must’ve originated from chuckle sandwich) I am debating with myself whether or not I can consider this the official cs!Charlie designed.

(Original notes and roided Charlie under the cut)

#ep. 2 #chuckle lore #chuckle sandwich #chuckle sammy #ted nivison #schlatt #jschlatt #charlie slimecicle #slimecicle #Youtube

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aziraphales-library · 3 months

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Hello wonderful people!!!!

First off, I'd like to say your fic finding and recommending skills are absolutely divine, and I just want to express my appreciation and love for this account. /gen

Secondly, I'd like to ask if you have any post s2 angst heavy fics yet? I'm talking hurt, minimal/no comfort. If not, that's perfectly alright! ( I wouldn't say no to some post s2 fluff fics though <3)

Thank you so much!

Hi! Here are some post-series two angst hurt/no comfort fics. Mind the tags and read at your own risk!...

Forever is the Sweetest Con by flwrscn (G)

As the Angel enters the elevator Crowley realizes he’s looking at a stranger. That night there were no nightingales anywhere near Berkeley Square, and even though the Ritz was overbooked until closing, one table remained completely empty for some, what one might say, ineffable reason.

This Angel Has Flown Away From Me by CircusBug (T)

"Crowley needed to go home. The problem, of which there were many, was that “home” was being run by Muriel. No, that’s not entirely true. Muriel was at the bookshop, "home" was currently on his way up to Heaven in a fucking elevator. Crowley couldn’t go home, not really, so he went to his flat instead."

Christ is Coming (it doesn't fix us) by ikeasebastian (G)

“If I do this, Angel,” he begins, cursing himself for using that nickname. “You don’t ask me for anything again. Ever.” “Oh yes, of course! Of course, thank you, thank y–” Aziraphale says, sighing in relief. But Crowley, he hadn’t finished yet. “Hold on, Aziraphale. If I do for you, I’m gonna ask you one thing.” His tone is serious – serious enough that Aziraphale hesitates. He can probably feel something, some sort of gravity, in Crowley’s voice. “I suddenly have a feeling I’m not going to enjoy what you’re going to say.” “I don’t want to see you, again. As long as we’re alive, on this Earth, I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to see the bookshop, or the Ritz. I don’t want to drink wine with you or sit in St James’s. We won’t – don’t see each other. It’s over.” Or; Crowley agrees to help prevent the Second Coming, but the T&Cs are heavy.

Whale Fall by cyankelpie (G)

When Aziraphale finally left him for good—When, it had always been “when,” although in recent years, in the kind of cruel irony that only God was capable of, “when” had briefly turned into “if”—When Aziraphale left him for good, Crowley had always figured it would hurt.

the armageddon contingency plan by applekitkats (T)

heaven is as spotless as they'd imagine it to be. aziraphale is given a personalized office that they estimate could be fifty meters wide. they think they should be more appreciative of the given space — imagine how many books and shelves they could fit in here — but metatron sternly instructs them that the room is to be used only for work. aziraphale immediately clams up to contain all excitement, not wanting to seem unbecoming of an angel. such a shame, but aziraphale can make do. they’d have to.

Every Version of Us, Dead and Buried by stinkybarnacles (T)

Aziraphale told himself Crowley was kind deep down so that he could love him with less guilt. Crowley thought that was the extent of it. But now he wondered if there was more to it. Had Aziraphale told himself that Crowley was still an angel in spirit? If he had, he couldn't have been more wrong. Or A short(ish) fic about Crowley after Aziraphale returns to heaven. Including a time when Aziraphale came back. Angst lovers, this one's for you. (TRIGGER WARNING for suicide, suicidal thoughts, and everything that's in the tags. Proceed with caution, pals.)

- Mod D

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #angst #hurt/no comfort #heed the tags #mod d

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annoyinglandmagazine · 11 months

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Caranthir the financial advisor from hell

The guards of Nargothrond glanced from side to side as if to ask each other ‘Is this allowed?’ They’d had three Feanorians staying with them for a while now but they were still unclear on the protocol for dealing with one of them just turning up at the gates. Nonetheless, they parted to let him through with little protest once their commanding officers gave them the go ahead.

He did not respond to their hesitance, to their great relief, none wished to be on the receiving end of that glare of his. He strode forward with a simple nod of acknowledgment to their general, his boots clicking evenly on the marble floor and somehow managing to echo through the corridor despite the background noise of a bustling city. Did all their nobility have some kind of powers when it came to being excessively dramatic? They’d thought their king was overly theatrical but the Feanorians all seemed to be as well, albeit in different ways.

He made his way straight through the corridors to the ongoing council meeting. This was concerning for numerous reasons, not the least of which being that everyone was fairly sure he had never been to Nargothrond before, so how could he possibly know their floor plan, let alone their schedule? Nevertheless, he flung open the doors and stood in the doorway, his glare at his cousin perhaps not as intense as his father’s but enough to terrify most into submission.

‘Moryo!’ Celegorm began to grin, the sight not even remotely reassuring to anyone. The two other sons of Feanor seemed way too at ease, but then who could ever claim to understand what was going on with that lot? Caranthir shot a far harsher yet somehow fond glare towards his brothers, ‘Tyelkormo. Atarinkë,’ he replied with little enthusiasm. ‘It’s been years, would it kill you to write, brother!’ Celegorm teased jovially. ‘I wasn’t aware you could read. Brother.’

A little snort broke the tense silence and the only grandson of Feanor beamed at his uncle through his amusement, ‘It’s good to see you uncle.’ Caranthir shot his nephew a quick smile and softened his tone, ‘A pleasure as always Tyelpe darling.’ He now brought his focus back to Finrod who was apprehensive as if he knew what was coming, the same as the Feanorians who were all giving each other conspiratorial glances. ‘Ingoldo. Findarato. My dear cousin.’

‘I have recently received your yen’s expenses report.’ ‘Holy shit,’ murmured Celegorm under his breath though still very much audibly, the grin on his face growing to troubling levels. ‘You have truly outdone yourself. Really.’ Finrod was turning gradually paler. ‘Why do you have access to documents from Nargothrond’s treasury?’

‘Because all our relatives have been delegating financial matters to me since I was forty. You didn’t think Fingon could actually draft a budget for his army himself did you? And Nelyo can’t barely do long division. They may say that something is for the king’s eyes only but what they really mean is it’s for Fingon to send my brother in between some graphic sketches and love letters and then for Nelyo to send to me once he’s exhausted his energy for calculations.’

‘And I have to wonder if you have a single person in your council capable of basic budgeting skills or if you simply regularly ignore expenditure plans to support your jewellery problem. I’m guessing the latter. So I have taken the liberty of drafting a comprehensive plan for all your financial dealings for the next yen and I expect you to follow it.’ He slammed a heavy tome onto the table, ‘I’m trusting Curufin to make sure you don’t deviate too far.’

‘Caranthir, it’s hardly like you’re living in some austere shack yourself!’ Caranthir shot a cold glare back, ‘Unlike you I manage my money. I am giving you the chance to do the same and I advise you take it.’ He stalked over to his family and accepted a kiss on the forehead from Celegorm before placing one on Curufin and Celebrimbor’s. ‘Three Cs for life!’ Celegorm called after him, still way too pleased to see his cousin get scolded. ‘That’s never going to catch on!’ Came the synchronised yells of Curufin and Caranthir.

#silmarillion #tolkien #caranthir #celegorm #curufin #celebrimbor #finrod #nargothrond #three cs

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childotkw · 3 months

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What’s your favourite hp fix you have written? CS or YBTMIBTY? personally I’m a biggggg fan of CS & pray you update that first. But I was thinking, maybe that’s not your favourite to write 🤔

I think it would be CS purely because it’s been such a huge project and at this point it’s so deeply impacted who I am as a writer and a person that I can’t help but adore it? Writing it is definitely easier than writing ybtm - but that doesn’t mean it’s an easy process all the time 😅

#anonymous #HP #consuming shadows #ybtm(ibty)

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kats-fic-recs · 1 year

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The Best Haikyuu fics I read in 2022

Iwaoi

Lost in Translation

Because misfortune come in threes, Iwaizumi Hajime starts his Thursday having a screaming fight with Shittykawa, spends his lunch break listening to the UCI women's volleyball team gossiping about how Ushijima Wakatoshi had gone public about his longtime love affair with Oikawa Tooru, and closes out the day by drunkenly dropping his phone into a sewer grate.

just hear me out

To stimulate Japan's low birthrates and take most of the guesswork out of dating, a beeper system was biologically developed in people's wrists, an audible confirmation to show romantic compatibility.

Iwaizumi's beeper has been going off for Oikawa since they've been kids. Oikawa's has only ever been silent.

In Defense of Reptiles (and Other Gross Things)

In their seventh year, Oikawa is chosen to be the Hogwarts champion in the Triwizard Tournament, and Iwaizumi suffers.

to be first, to be best

Hajime is apparently something of a masochist, and as he stares down at the tie-dyed AREA51 T-shirt in his hands, he thinks “I’m totally in love with this asshole, aren't I?”

evergreen

It’s exhausting to realize that he still knows Oikawa. He has no idea what stores Oikawa shops at anymore, which bands he’s been listening to lately, whether he still keeps plants in his apartment and whether they’re dying without Iwaizumi around to remind him to water them. But he knows how rain tastes on Oikawa’s lips in the summer and the drumbeat baseline of Oikawa’s heart under his palm, and there are some people you never really grow out of no matter how many other things change.

“When you left,” Iwaizumi says, swallowing against a scratchy throat, “I tried hard, for a long time, not to need you. You can’t blame me for being angry that it was easier for you to leave than it was for me to let you go.”

Ten years after he rejected Iwaizumi's marriage proposal, Oikawa is back in Sendai.

no love like your love

It happens when Daniel is rushing from the food court to the CS building, juggling his phone and a water bottle and a Panda Express takeout container. His lunch date with the cute girl from French class had gone longer than it should have, and he’s too worried about being late to pay any mind to the incoming call that flashes across his screen. Beyond noting that the number is international, he thinks nothing of it, declines, and moves on.

The person calls again, though, in the middle of the lecture, and he has to scramble to silence his phone before his professor can single him out.

By the time the period is over, he has five more missed calls and a text.

From: +81-XXX-XXX-XXXX

is this daniel? iwa-chan’s roommate? call me back when you’re available!!

Sometimes a love is so bright that those outside it can't help but bear witness.

Or: Iwaizumi and Oikawa from 5 + 1 points of view through the years.

heaven is a place in my head

For Iwaizumi, it’s a relief to be able to linger in the cocoon of this intermediate summer, blanketed from the buffeting winds of adulthood and responsibility and real decisionmaking. He would love nothing more than for it to stretch out and out and out, like a bubblegum bubble that spreads itself thin around the air trapped inside it until it pops.

But Oikawa has never liked having nothing to do. He gets restless if he’s bored for too long, starts feeling like he’s running out of time or something dumb like that. So Iwaizumi is almost expecting it when Oikawa barges into his room the afternoon of a heavy summer shower, overgrown bangs dripping rainwater into his eyes, a waterlogged piece of paper crumpled in his fist and a familiar hopeful gleam in his eyes.

When Oikawa convinces Iwaizumi to spend their last summer in Japan as camp counselors, Iwaizumi is prepared for bug bites, sunburns, and rowdy children.

He’s not prepared to spend two weeks kissing his best friend in what might just be the worst thought-out summer fling in existence.

— with melting wax and loosened strings

"If Oikawa is Hajime’s home — is Japan — then this room is his shrine. And Oikawa stands in the centre of it, eyes wide and mouth agape."

Hajime is a visual artist. He's been in love with Oikawa for such a long time that his hands know every curve and bend to Oikawa's figure. But now, with thousands of kilometres and hours between them, Iwaizumi is starting to forget Oikawa's features. It's enough to send him spiralling.

Or, 'Devotion, (2020, colourised)'.

Look For Him

She laughs gently. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so heartbroken before, Hajime.”

Iwaizumi sighs and prods at the mackerel with a chopstick. “Sorry. I can’t help it. It’s just different, you know? Like Oikawa pissed me off so much that now he’s not here I don’t know what to do with myself.”

“But you weren’t always annoyed with him, were you?” his grandmother smiles serenely and takes a sip of her tea. “My, my, Hajime, old women see everything. I saw you out there with my finches, when you were kissing Tooru’s nose. Your mother and father used to do the very same thing, you know, when they were younger. And look how long they’ve lasted. I hope you and Tooru last, Hajime. He’s very good for you.”

Oikawa has kissed Iwaizumi more times than either of them can count; it’s a constant thing, their lips never really leaving the other’s skin. There are, however, times when they’ve kissed that are burned into their memories. Eight of them, to be precise.

Cup of sugar

After about a month of his time in Irvine, the first package arrives. It’s standing there, on the table, big and heavy and exuding a familiarity that nearly brings tears to Hajime’s eyes.

“That’s really sweet,” Kevin says, eyeing Hajime’s valiant attempts to cut into the cardboard with a knife, “from your family?”

“My boyfriend,” Hajime clarifies, eyes not even straying to the return address. “That idiot’s the only one who would send me something after one month of being apart.”

Tooru and Hajime go long-distance, and Hajime contemplates whether he's accidentally become a sugar baby.

iwaizumi hajime has a ring

Iwaizumi Hajime has a ring on his finger.

A simple gold band with modest silver trimming resting snuggly on the fourth finger of his left hand.

Hajime is only 23 years old, is only in the midst of the second year of his post-graduate degree, and to Charlie’s apparently outdated knowledge, has been single at the very least since his move to America a little over a year ago.

Imagine his surprise when the dude came waltzing back after a month-long break, with a wedding ring on his finger, legally wed, and not speaking a word about it.

In which Hajime gets married and his friends in California have no idea who the lucky woman is.

KuroKen

And if you leave, will you promise you'll find your way back to me?

“Then it’s settled,” Kuroo says. “I’m going to call you every day, until you get sick of me.”

I could never get sick of you, Kenma thinks but doesn’t say. I think it’s going to be the other way around.

Or: the one where Kuroo goes to university and Kenma tries to deal with missing him, perhaps more than one should miss their best friend.

Show A Little Faith

“Why are you sending me a singing Valentine telegram?" Kenma asks, mouth flattened. "It’s six months until Valentine’s Day.”

“I bought a dwarf over the summer to use as cupid.” Kuroo says. “I figured he could use some practice.”

Presenting Kenma as the Boy-Who-Lived, whose living becomes a lot more interesting when Ravenclaw Prince Kuroo Tetsurou starts sending him singing telegrams about defeating the Dark Lord.

you're the brake lines failing (as my car swerves off the freeway)

Kenma thinks that Kuroo looks ugly with his head bent against the arm of the couch like that. Then Kenma thinks that he wants to marry him, and is promptly thrown into the 5 stages of grief.

the book of love is long and boring

“Since when did you become the all-knowing authority on love,” Kuroo teases as he rests his chin on Kenma’s bed, and Kenma bristles before a frown mars his face.

Because it’s not like Kuroo’s wrong.

Kenma's never really thought much about love, until an assignment from class forces him to. And then suddenly, it's the only thing that's on his mind.

teach me the way home

Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —

because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Kuroo and Kenma grow up in transit.

My Nameless World (I’ll Let You In)

It’s a modest two-bedroom in the western suburbs, far enough from the bustling crowds to be affordable but still counting, technically, as Tokyo. They’re noisy before they sleep but quiet when they rise, shuffling mutedly out of the door for joint morning runs before bursting back into the apartment for joint morning showers. Shouyou cooks breakfast while Kageyama packs their lunch and gym bags, and they never share a goodbye kiss because they always leave together.

It’s warm and cozy and disgustingly domestic, and it’s probably everything Shouyou’s ever dreamed of.

Except, Kenma thinks irately, Kageyama doesn’t actually live here.

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Shouyou moves in with Kenma when he ends up in Tokyo for college. Kenma subsequently realizes that half the things in Shouyou’s boxes are actually Kageyama’s because he should have fucking known.

Kagehina

well, maybe i'm a crook

The thing is-- Hinata is in love with Kageyama and everyone knows it, including Kageyama.

by this time next year

"I got offers from two universities," Kageyama announces, pointing at his chest with his thumb. "I'm going to play volleyball at Keio this spring."

"You still have to pass an exam, even if it's an easy one," Takeda-sensei hurries to add, although he is beaming and bursting with pride at his fluffy little crow chick taking off to play volleyball at a university level.

"I'll pass," Kageyama says with the same kind of confidence he uses when he tells Hinata he'll get the toss to him. He looks straight at Hinata, and Hinata jerks and turns red, wondering if maybe Kageyama knew he was daydreaming about something as stupid as the way Kageyama talks to him during a game. But then Kageyama just points at him and says, "You'd better get in, too."

Hinata, stupid, naive, idiot that he is, grins wide and nods and says, "Yeah!"

He doesn't know what he's in for.

Bokuaka

daisy rings and frivolous things (i am deliriously in love with you)

Akaashi Keiji is in love. Bokuto Koutarou is a star. Everyone on Fukurodani has a gambling problem.

paper rings

Akaashi Keiji knows his relationship with Bokuto Koutarou has an expiration date. It was inevitable. Even the best things must end. Especially with Bokuto's dreams of volleyball stardom on the line, they don't have any other choice. Akaashi has made his peace with that.

Bokuto has other ideas.

surfacing

Keiji’s boyfriend has been cheating on him. During their public confrontation, he ends up walking out with the other man - Bokuto Koutarou. They strike up an unlikely friendship born from the bond of heartbreak, and, eventually, help one another to heal parts of themselves they perhaps hadn't even known were broken.

Alternatively: Bokuto tries to set Akaashi up with a rebound to make up for being “the other man.” It both does and does not go according to plan.

notice me kouhai

This was definitely, somehow, Bokuto's fault.

the strange music of your heart

"Hey," Konoha says, tone hushed, one day after practice when he and Bokuto end up staying behind together. "Akaashi likes you, you know?"

Bokuto is in the process of putting on a clean shirt. "Of course he does," he says, voice too close to his ears under the fabric. "We're friends!" He pulls the shirt down, freeing his head. "What," he says, suddenly self-conscious, "does someone not like me?"

in which akaashi falls for bokuto first.

Miscellaneous

Experimental Probability

Atsumu stares blankly back at him. "So, let me get this straight. Ya want me to kiss ya so you can tell whether or not yer in love with my brother?"

Rin winces at his word choice. "Not exactly how I would have phrased it, but yeah, pretty much."

Or: Suna Rintarou is not in love with his best friend. Scientific evidence would suggest otherwise.

Close to the Chest

It takes Yahaba thirteen years to realize he's different from the other kids, one to figure out how to hide it, and two more to learn to be happy just the way he is. Yahaba's journey ft. an extremely annoyed Kyoutani, best friend in the world Watari, and loads and loads of good senpai Oikawa.

seam-ripper

Asahi’s life is prone to falling apart at the very seams, something he has been aware of since his unfortunate birth approximately sixteen long, hard years ago. Due to the infallible accuracy of this fact, Asahi begins his second year of high school by getting involved in his very first physical altercation; he is subsequently subjected to what might be considered the most embarrassing social situation of the decade. And to top it all off with the perfect catastrophe cherry on the disaster sundae that is Asahi’s miserable existence, Suga is laughing at him.

Or, the story of Asahi and Nishinoya’s near-disastrous get-together.

hair smell

“Actually,” Takahiro starts, uncharacteristically serious. “You… Your hair smells nice.”

“My hair?” Issei blinks.

Takahiro nods. “Yeah.” He reaches a hand up, but doesn’t run his fingers through the curls—instead, he pushes them in at his scalp and scratches. He’s clearly very careful not to ruin the frizzy tangles on Issei’s head that are only achievable by means of product, air drying, and then sleeping-but-not-really on rough cotton pillowcases. The gesture is personal; it worms its way into Issei’s heart and takes root there, squeezing tight, pulsing in time with each of his heartbeats.

“I don’t know what it is,” Takahiro confesses. His face is still serious, but the line of his brow is definitely easing. “Your product? Conditioner?”

Issei shrugs. He didn’t even know about his hair smell until just now.

“But, anyway,” Takahiro continues, and he maintains steady eye contact, although his voice is suddenly small. “Sometimes I’ll smell it on someone else, and it makes me think of you.”

“Oh,” Issei says.

the inherent romance of classical conditioning (or, the fine art of emotional recognition)

It's stupid. Atsumu isn't a romantic, no matter how many times he's imagined laying Sakusa out and finally really touching him.

So there's no explanation for why Atsumu is constantly stuck thinking about brushing his fingertips against the meat of Sakusa's palms or the prominent tendons in his freaky wrists.

There's no explanation for why doing dishes sets off a warm burn in his ribcage, or why when he smells disinfectant he inhales like he's walking past a bakery.

Yer doin' this to me, he thinks furiously, as Sakusa derails his thoughts with kisses that come more and more frequently now. Yer conditionin' me, and I can't stop it.

Tending to a Wounded Heart

“Now, Iwaizumi-san, while I am flattered by your interest and must admit you’re very attractive, I must inform you my heart belongs to another, and I’m not sure your dear captain Oikaw-“ Satori wasn’t even able to finish his jest, as a fuming Iwaizumi interrupted him. A blush blooming from his hairline down to his neck.

“I’M NOT HITTING ON YOU, DUMBASS!”

...

After being discovered in the midst of breakdown in the bathroom of Seijoh, Tendou Satori strikes up an unusual friendship with Iwaizumi who seems keen on helping Tendou navigate his own unrequited feelings, despite ignoring his own.

All the while Tendou's teammates are becoming more and more concerned with their blocker's new behavior and mysterious texting buddy.

No more time to waste

Tsukishima Kei has a theory: crushes were originally conceived as a cosmic torture device. Now, he doesn’t exactly have a broad sample size to study, being completely unwilling to engage with either Hinata or Kuroo’s pining for their resolutely-stoic best friends, but it’s true from his experience. He has it worse than them, at any rate. His best friend is the furthest thing imaginable from stoic.

Tsukishima suffers through training camp in a heatwave. His infuriatingly attractive best friend does absolutely nothing to help.

my heart beats for contract law

"You had an emotional breakdown in a McDonalds drive-through."

"Mmm."

"And proposed to me."

"Shhh."

"In a McDonalds drive-through, Hiro."

Takahiro huffs out a nervous laugh, keeping his eyes closed. "You love it," he repeats, nuzzling closer.

Mint and Pine

Yahaba yanks at Kyoutani’s uniform in the club room and ties his tie so tight after morning practice that sometimes Kyoutani thinks he’s trying to fucking strangle him.

don't bother checking my work (i've never cared for math anyway)

It isn’t until Shirabu’s back at LOCCENT that it really sinks in. Forty-eight wins? An impressive number, true, and a definite sign of Ushijima’s strength, especially compared to Tendou. But in anyone else, an unbalanced score like that would indicate a depressingly low chance of drift compatibility.

Drifting with Ushijima was simple statistically, but potentially deadly realistically. And drifting with Tendou? A veritable nightmare. If not for Washijou’s insistence, Shirabu would have dropped him long ago.

Still, something is calling to him. Something beyond numbers and data projections.

Because Ushijima may have knocked Tendou down forty-eight times. But that means there were forty-nine times he got back up.

Overflow

He laid his palm flat over Asahi’s jaw, almost shivering when the sparks fluttered up his arm and settled in his chest. His thumb came to rest in the little dip below Asahi’s lower lip, the skin there quivering with the tremble of Asahi’s mouth.

Glancing away from where he’d been intently watching the path of his fingers, Yuu found Asahi’s eyes wide open, with terror or awe it was hard to tell. And it hit him then what he’d just been doing.

Well, not really hit him. It sank into him, slow and staticky and warm and anxious—the realization that he’d never touched anybody like this before.

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