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sergeant-spoons · 2 years

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21. A Morning Fancy

Olympia Bird

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The house was quiet and still. It had been so all week, but the oppressive humidity of the past five days had finally broken with last night's rainstorm, and a lightness had come to the air that made the quietude seem fitting. Olympia was walking down the hall to David's room, an anthology of poems by Ella Wheeler Wilcox tucked snugly between her arm and chest, when she came upon her cousin. They exchanged the usual morning pleasantries before he commented on the lashing of the rain upon his window last night and she teased him to hurry along and not miss the last of breakfast. They parted ways with a smile and a promise to convene on the porch at teatime for tea (the customary) and chess (an additional pleasantry). Olympia checked that no one was about before slipping into her clandestine beau's room, treading the path to his bed she'd followed a dozen times before over the course of the month. August was waning but her affection for David Webster only grew by the day.

Olympia studied the tousled sheets before her, smiling fondly to see he had not made his bed nor Rose had been along to do the chore for him. She patted his pillow affectionately, picturing his pretty head still dozing where she'd left early that morning, sneaking out of his room after a late-night tryst. There was a note sticking out of a certain page in the anthology, a note that read something to the effect of Last night was fun, we ought to visit more, signed with a heart. It was a tease—a flirtation, if you would. David knew as well as Olympia did that 'last night' was not their first evening engagement of the summer, nor would it be their last. In the storm last night, reckless abandon had been the name of the game. The thunder and lightning wreaking havoc on high had not only served to make their 'activities' all the more electrifying, the noise outside allowed for a bit more volume to escape David's bed. A faint flush came upon Olympia's cheeks, nose, and neck as the particulars of their time together arose in her mind.

I miss you, she thought as if he could hear, though she'd only just seen him not ten minutes before at the breakfast table.

"'In the sweet dim light of the falling night'," Olympia whispered to herself as she laid the book of Mrs. Wilcox's poems on David's pillow, "'she found him at her side'."

"Love's coming," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the anthology, a musing which she meant with all her heart but just so happened to be the title of the poem she had selected for David's eyes alone. She liked the second stanza the best:

She had thought how his armor would blaze in the sun, As he rode like a prince to claim his bride: In the sweet dim light of the falling night She found him at her side.

Vacating the room and shutting the door silently behind her, Olympia turned down the hall just in time to catch Rose stepping out of the linen closet.

"Good morning!" exclaimed the mistress of the household, in quite a pleasant mood despite the impending heat of the day.

"Oh! Good morning, Miss Bird."

As Rose turned, a smile broke across her lips. There was a small red mark on her neck that she tried to hide with the collar of her blouse; Olympia noticed it but made no mention, stifling a teasing remark.

"If you would please," Rose continued, "Mrs. Withers would like to request something from you as soon as you find the time to visit the kitchen."

Olympia tipped her chin thoughtfully. "Now that is curious indeed. I'll go right now."

"Have a nice morning, ma'am."

"The same to you, Rose."

Waltzing into the kitchen a few minutes later, Olympia snatched up a pear from the fruit basket and declared, "If this has anything to do with our handsome bachelor neighbor, it's an immediate yes from me."

Mrs. Withers, forgoing a greeting in favor of a gasped reprimand, promptly stepped forward and flicked the dishtowel in her hands at her young employer. Olympia yelped, jumping aside to avoid the smattering of tap water flung her way.

"Treachery! Betrayal!"

In feigning a swoon, she fell against a second person she had not yet noticed; turning about as her arms were steadied by familiar hands, she could not help a smile to find David trying his very best not to laugh.

"Good morning to you, too."

She grinned. "What are you doing here?"

"Fetching a lunch basket for himself and your cousin," Mrs. Withers supplied, delivering the very same to David's free hand (his other, he kept resting on the small of her back). "They're off to the country club."

"Really? What for?"

David grimaced.

"Tony wants to go golfing again today."

Olympia snickered.

"Have fun."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "You think my suffering is funny."

"Maybe just a little." She laughed when he made a face, exaggerating his offense. "Wear a hat, why don't you? Antwon, too. It's going to be awfully hot today."

"Good idea."

David stepped toward Olympia, then seemed to remember Mrs. Withers and leaned back, taking his beau's hand as if to shake. Mrs. Withers, shrewd woman that she was, noticed the glance the lovers shared and promptly returned to the sink, running the tap as if each and every dish wasn't already drying on the rack. David dropped Olympia's hand so he could hold her chin, tilting her face up for him to kiss. He pressed his lips to her forehead, then her nose, her cheek, her jaw—alas, she became impatient and seized upon his collar, taking the initiative for a proper kiss before he allowed himself the chance. He swooned as they parted, his pupils blown a little wider than before.

"Check your pillow," Olympia whispered, pressing a light kiss to his ear before leaning down and biting innocently into her pear.

David adjusted his shirt where it was tucked into his pants and wished his girlfriend an audible, platonic farewell. Mrs. Withers looked over her shoulder but did not turn fully until David had left the kitchen.

"He's a nice young man. With a nice fancy for you."

Olympia blushed becomingly. "You think so?"

"I do."

"Don't tease me like that in front of Antwon, at least."

"I wouldn't even think of it."

"So what's this about Mr. March?" Olympia asked, coming around to lean on the counter and take a bite out of her pear like she would an apple.

Mrs. Withers squinted at her. "I never mentioned Abel."

"Ah, but it is about him, whatever it is you want to ask me, isn't it?"

"Well, yes. But how-"

"You called him Abel," Olympia pointed out gleefully, "and you're wearing your second-nicest dress today."

If Olympia hadn't known better, she would have thought Mrs. Withers had begun to blush.

"I didn't think you would notice."

"Of course, I would!" the heiress exclaimed. "I love that dress! Give us a twirl, now, won't you?"

Mrs. Withers did as requested, and Olympia clapped and cheered with no shortage of mirth.

"Well, then, it's settled! We'll go pay dear Mr. March a visit. It's been too long since I've seen him out and about, though his horses are always in the field just below the hill—you know the one, I go to sit there all the time."

"Yes, I remember." Mrs. Withers untied her apron and hung it neatly on a peg by the wall. "I've got everything prepared to make supper as soon as we've returned, and there's a spread of cold cuts for lunch, and Rose can make afternoon tea better than myself, if we're not back by then-"

"Well, then, you've got it all settled," Olympia soothed, having not even thought what the absence of her honored cook might have on the household, "which means we can go—and should go—right this minute."

"Yes," Mrs. Withers agreed, "just let me fetch the basket first."

"Ooh, the basket." Olympia tried to peer inside but was foiled by Mrs. Withers' quick hand. "What did you make for the old dear?"

"Fudge," came the belated reply as they came down the hall and into the foyer. "I made him fudge."

"What kind?"

"Peanut butter." Mrs. Withers shot Olympia a look. "Will that be all?" she asked almost sarcastically, and Olympia suppressed a giggle.

"One last thing—did you write a note to go along with it?"

Mrs. Withers paused with her hand on the front door's knob.

"No."

"Then how about a poem?" Olympia looked up the main staircase, picturing her beloved library. "I could go copy one down from Atticus, or E.E. Cummings, or-"

"No, that's fine." Mrs. Withers shook her head. "We're simpler people, Abel and I are. We don't fawn over fancy words like you and your Mr. Webster there." A small smile. "I mean no offense, of course."

"None taken at all," Olympia replied, and tucked her arm into Mrs. Withers'. "Let's get going, then. It's not a long way down the hill, I know, but I can already feel in the air—it'll be too hot for a lengthy stroll after midday."

Indeed, the sunny sky on the walk down to the farm seemed to promise a hot afternoon. The sun was busily sloping towards its peak, not a cloud in sight. The day grew hotter with every passing minute—or, at least, that's what Olympia felt it was like. By the time the two women reached Mr. March's farm, they were looking over their shoulders and dreading the march back up the long hill to the Bird Estate. There was an odor in the air about the farm that displeased Olympia greatly, and though she scrunched up her nose once or twice, she did not vocalize her dislike. It was the horses, she was sure, those beautiful beasts that did not smell quite as nice as they looked. She followed Mrs. Withers to the door of the house; when no one answered their knocking, they went through the open gate toward the barn. They found Mr. March stacking hay with a large pitchfork just inside the broad doors, smartly keeping to the shade.

"Ah! Miss Withers, and Miss Bird!" A smile leaped upon the old farmer's fond face, and he set down his work at once to greet the newcomers. "What a lovely surprise!"

"Oh, please," Mrs. Withers hummed, blushing, as Mr. March kissed the back of her hand, "call me Lennon."

Mr. March's delight seemed to be growing exponentially. He offered his given name in turn to both his guests and quickly insisted on giving his hopeful beau the grand tour of the farm (although Olympia knew Mrs. Withers had visited a number of times before). Olympia, happy to grant them a walk by themselves, announced her desire to stay with the horses. She watched the pair as they strolled off, Mrs. Withers' arm tucked familiarly into Mr. March's, and a small smile crept upon her young lips.

See, I knew they would make a good pair.

While the old couple enjoyed the summer sun and their blossoming romance, Olympia withdrew into the barn. Mr. March had not yet let his two horses out to pasture yet and they stood stamping impatiently in their stalls. Olympia came up to the gate and clicked her tongue at them until they came towards her. She patted their noses and they swished their tails, contented for the time being at this new curiosity. Antwon had a messenger bag that he used for his schoolbooks; Olympia had 'borrowed' it for the morning and brought two novels and an apple each for the horses. She reached into the bag and produced the fruit now, and as the horses champed away, their large lips tickling her hand, she laughed and recited a few verses about the loveliness of man's best steed.

"That's some nice poetry, ma'am."

Olympia turned and found Jett Fisher, her groundskeeper (who they called Fish), coming into the barn. Her surprise must have been evident on her face, for he tipped his cap at her and told her often came down here to help Mr. March with the more strenuous tasks on the farm.

"He's not as spry as he once was," Fish said, then paused, an apple of his own raised halfway to his mouth. "I only come once I'm done with all I've got to do on the estate, Miss Bird," he added hurriedly, and Olympia blushed.

"Oh- oh, yes, of course."

It hadn't occurred to her that her staff did things beyond their duties on the estate, and her cheeks began to color as she realizes her ignorance. Fish offered her a small smile, forgiving, and she stepped up to take his arm.

"You said you come here often?"

"Yes'm."

"Could you give me a tour, then?"

"Gladly."

"Wonderful. Oh, but Fish-" Olympia tried and failed not to let her smile become a smirk. "Let's try to keep out of sight of Mr. March and Mrs. Withers."

Fish chuckled. "I don't think they'd notice us even if we came face-to-face, ma'am."

"They are in love, aren't they?"

Fish shrugged. "Seems like it to me."

"And also to me."

Satisfied, Olympia nodded toward the open doors, where strands of hay lay spilt on the ground by the warm breeze.

"Shall we?"

Fish led her out the door of the barn, and for the next half-hour, they walked and talked their way across the farm. They saw the pasture and discovered a wild blueberry patch growing over the westernmost fence. As they looped back around to the house, Olympia looked at Fish thoughtfully but did not speak her mind until he suggested she do so.

"I was only thinking," she began, "that we don't get out much, do we? The whole staff, I mean, all of us together."

Fish looked like he wanted to make a correction but swallowed it back and agreed. "Yes'm, that's true."

"Well, we should. How about we go out on the town? My treat! We'll have lunch, you and I and Mrs. Withers and Rose and Mr. Carlisle and Mr. Sullivan. And the boys! If they're not off to Harvard by the time we find a good day."

Fish looked surprised, and Olympia was about to ask why when he cleared his throat and replied, "That sounds lovely, ma'am. I'm sure the rest of the staff would be happy to come along."

"Then it's settled!" She clapped happily, bringing one hand across herself to meet the one tucked around Fish's arm. "We'll make a day of it. Someday. Soon."

"Ah, yes. Soon."

There seemed to be a hint of disbelief in the groundskeeper's voice, as if he was hesitant to believe her plan was more than a passing fancy, but Olympia thought nothing of it. She meant it, and that was all that mattered. Of course, he would believe her on the undetermined day she followed through, for he would be along for the ride.

"There you are!" Olympia exclaimed as they came up to the porch and found Mr. March and Mrs. Withers sitting on matching rocking chairs, sipping iced tea from tall glasses. "My, oh my, isn't it hot out today?"

Mr. March hopped up at once. "Please, sit here in the shade, Miss Bird."

"Oh, thank you, but I should really be going soon. I have... studying to do. The newest magazines came in and I really must get through them before the end of the day, or Antwon will get impatient with me. He likes to discuss them, see, and he says that this month, there's a particularly interesting piece on a recent archaeological dig in Iran from Howard University..."

Mr. March returned to his seat, nodding just as slowly as he sat. As Mrs. Withers leaned over to whisper something to him, adjusting the glass in her hand, Olympia saw her fingerprints left by the humidity and hummed discontentedly.

"I wish there was a way to get back up the hill in the shade..."

The heiress turned and pouted at the road sloping up and up towards the Bird Estate.

"I'd be right pleased to take you back in my cart, miss, if you'd only give me a minute to hitch it up," offered Mr. March, rising yet again, and Olympia did not catch the disappointed look on Mrs. Withers' face until she'd already agreed.

"On second thought!" she exclaimed, taking the old farmer by the sleeve and turning him back toward the porch. "Fish and I were thinking of seeing the pond in the glade just down the road. As I recall, the way is mostly shaded..?"

"Ah, yes-"

"Then stay, Mr. March-"

"Please, call me Abel."

"-and we will see you in, say, an hour's time?"

"Sounds just fine to me," Mr. March replied meekly, seeming dazed by all the changing of decisions, whereas Mrs. Withers was used to this sort of wavering from the mistress of the house and did not bat an eye.

"Splendid!"

Olympia tugged Fish along, ignoring his grumblings at the hold-up—"The flowers will wilt in this heat if I don't water them soon."—and waved cheerfully to the ever-shrewd Mrs. Withers, who was calmly sipping on her iced tea and looking at Olympia like no plot or scheme of hers had ever been more obvious.

"Leave them be," Olympia scolded Fish in a low voice when he looked unamusedly over his shoulder. "They'll be lost in conversation-"

"And each other's eyes."

"-before they even know it."

"So?"

"So," she pressed, "they will fall in love!"

Fish sighed and let her lead him onto the side of the road, keeping closest to the motorway in the off chance an automobile came racing erroneously down the road.

"I suppose you're right."

"I often am."

Fish just shook his head and pretended his smile resulted from the sunshine and not the well-intentioned decisiveness of the young woman at his side.

"Often... Right."

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earthlingartwork · 1 year

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zeddpool · 2 years

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Cleaner redraw of this drawing

❤️Jenine/Adylae🧡

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distant-velleity · 8 days

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Blaze is not unused ti Finn biting or clawing him, but getting punched? He never actually expected that to happen. I can imagine him talking shit to Finn, and Chrysos starts winding his fist, and Blaze doesn't even take it that's seriously-

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✨violence✨

#reblog #twst oc ask #quinn !!#bro is not ready for all my ocs to fight him #santiago would blind him with fancy magic/peck at him as a bird #yu will give him a verbal lashing and then take out his shins #davis …… is more well behaved than that but he also has the element of #no one would expect the former rsa student to get in fights

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justmaghookit · 6 months

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Shout out to my oc Suri for her homoerotic female friendships as a teenager that just continued on into adulthood and they are now a weird throuple.

#fission fusion ass relationship #flavours of that post about the rich lady at the fancy restaurant #telling her husband shes been having sex with her best friend for years #bird chatter #oc chatter

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Hello Evieee!, im new to your blog but i already read lifetime and thief and i really like it. Can I request part 2 of lifetime where oc tries to escape and get punished by jungkook and then oc tries to be obedient then wants to request something that makes jungkook hesistant to consider? ☺️ thank you 💗

lifetime || two.

→ pairing: yan!jjk x reader

→ synopsis: we live for so many years, why not make them the happiest you can?

→ wc: 3584

→ cws: manipulation, guilttripping, murder, implied dub-con

→ notes: originally wasn't planning to do a part two on this cus i didn't have any ideas for what could be next, but this ask sparked inspiration so i'm really excited :)) thank you for asking!! <3 also the ending kind of suggests a part 3 and i have an idea for it but i dunno when it'll come out sooo

part one || m.list

the last three months seemingly dragged by like years. every second felt like a minute, and every minute felt like an hour. you were like a bird, skittish and anxious to escape the cage they had been locked in by a cruel captor.

to any outsider, your misery would come off as nothing but ingratitude and paint you as a finicky, spoiled brat. and honestly, you couldn't blame them for it. because anyone who peered through the tall glass windows of the luxurious mansion was bound to see just that--luxury. all they would see is the glass chandelier, the marble counters, and the endless indicators of money and class.

what they wouldn't see is the basement. the dark, damp, cold basement that you lived in--not physically, but mentally. you were trapped in this imaginary basement, and as much as you tried to claw at the concrete walls, and bang on the metal door, you couldn't escape it, not if you dedicated your entire life to it.

aside from the obvious, your life was perfect, at least by society's standards. you had everything you ever wanted and could get anything else you wanted at the drop of a hat. nice clothes, expensive jewelry, high-end makeup, flashy accessories. but you never really used them, since you didn't exactly leave the house, unless if it was time for you to play dress at one of jungkook's fancy work events, and cling onto his arm, following him around the whole night, your youth and beauty grabbing the attention of his rich business associates and peers, while you hoped that the pleading look in your eyes would alert the otherwise-blind millionaires to your distress.

since you didn't leave the house much, jungkook thought ahead and considered the inevitable boredom you would face. he stocked the house with as many hobby supplies as he could get his hands on. art, baking, reading, you name it, it's there. and anything that wasn't there would show up a mere hour after you requested it. not that you ever did, but jungkook practically bent over backwards to sweeten the pot for you, to put the rose colored glasses over your eyes and prove that being there with him was a good thing.

but none of this changed the fact that you were miserable. you missed the outside, you missed your life. you missed your achievements and the payoff of your hard work, which proved to do nothing for you inside of the prison you were trapped in. you missed the serenity of your street and the walk to your favorite coffee shop. you missed being human. physically you were a human, of course, but in your eyes, you felt as if you were nothing more than a shell, who didn't feel the pain of everyday problems and the joy of solving those problems. as much as you complained about them before, you would give anything to get out and feel those emotions again.

but after months of sulking, you finally had a plan. jungkook had placed security around the house--partly for his own protection and the safety of his house, and partly to keep you from getting out. you had never spoken to them, and they never spoke to you. but today, this would change. stuffing as many shiny jewels, expensive shoes, and silky dresses into the biggest and most expensive handbag you had in your closet, you put on a pair of basic shoes and the only black jacket you could find.

exiting the closet, you descended the grand stairs and looked around for the guard. not just any one in specific, but the one that stood by the front door. you needed to talk to this one only, it was crucial that you extended this offer to him and only him. why? you had overheard him talking in a hushed voice with a fellow guard, practically erupting with envy and awe at the house he found himself in. you knew he would fold immediately at what you had to offer and not say a word about it, which is why it was so important for you to talk to him.

you spotted him, in his usual spot by the door, staring straight forward with a blank look on his face. you took a deep breath, and approached him, and as you did, he shifted to stand more in front of the door. "do you need something?" he asked you. you looked around quickly, checking for any other witnesses before you began to speak.

"please, i need to get out of here. you need to let me leave." you pleaded quietly. the man shook his head. "no can do. i'm sorry." he said coldly, not even bothering to look at you. sighing, you held up the expensive handbag at rested at your side, and opened it to reveal the mess of jewels and fabric you that hid inside. "please," you repeated, "just let me out, and it's all yours. this, and whatever else you can grab from the closet before he comes home."

he peered into the bag, and he didn't need to say anything for you to know what he was thinking. but he didn't let up. shaking his head again, he returned his attention back to the house in front of him. you sighed in frustration. "please, i can't stay here anymore. you can tell him i jumped out of a window. you're not allowed to go up there anyways, right? you won't get blamed. besides, you can sell all this stuff, or give it to your wife, or-"

you were interrupted when the guard abruptly reached out and yanked the handbag from your trembling hands, holding it behind his tall figure. he didn't look down again, or say anything, but instead he stepped sideways, revealing the knob to the front door and the surprisingly simple latch that unlocked it. you laughed, out of relief and partial disbelief. the relief, though, was kind, and warm, and it washed over your mind like water and undid the tense knots in your body.

it was also very brief.

in that moment, the exact moment that you had regained your sweet freedom, one set of footsteps managed to make it crash down around you. "princess, is that you?" jungkook called, swiftly entering the foyer where you and the guard stood, caught red-handed in your scheme. you whipped around quickly, perhaps a bit too quickly, and your guilty eyes met his suspicious ones. "what's going on here?..." he trailed off, taking in the sight of you in tennis shoes and a jacket, and the guard holding a very familiar, very expensive handbag behind his back.

inhaling deeply, an eerie calm took over the man, his earlier confusion evaporating as he put the pieces together. you swallowed thickly, heartbeat deafening in your ears as he looked back and forth between the two of you. without a word, he grabbed you by the bicep and yanked you closer to him, the clean soles of your sneakers squeaking on the shiny floor. he then stuck his hand out towards the guard, fingers open as he shamefully returned the bag. "i deeply apologize, sir. i was wro-"

"stay here, mr. ahn. i'd like to have a word with you later." jungkook said coldly, turning on his heel to ascend the stairs behind him, dragging you with him. you glanced down from the top of the stairs at mr. ahn, who wore a look that could only be described as pure terror. he knew what was next for him, he knew that he had messed up beyond repair.

leading you down the maze of hallways and identical doors, jungkook finally stopped at a new one, and also the biggest one you had seen, which was obviously his own room. shoving you forwards towards the bed, which was on the other side of the grand room, he pushed you down to sit on the edge of the bed and went to shut and lock the door behind him. it wasn't until he had returned, and took a seat next to your shaky figure, that he spoke.

"i'm not mad, princess." he said calmly, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "i'm just confused. why would you try and escape? what were you thinking?" he asked himself, scoffing in annoyance. "are you really that unhappy?"

you turned your head to him, slowly, and stared at him in utter disbelief. "i mean, i knew you would need time to adjust. but running away from me? after everything i've done for you?" he continued, shaking his head. "why did you do it, angel? just tell me. why'd you try and leave me?"

"because this place is a prison. you kidnap me, and take me away from everything i've ever loved, and lock me in this cage, and try to distract me with all these fancy clothes that i can't even wear to anywhere, and give me these stupid ass baking pans, and art canvases, just to try and dumb me down, and make me forget what you did to me! so you tell me, jungkook. why do you think i tried to run away?" you exploded, giving him a nasty glare as he nodded slowly, in a way that made him look more amused than anything.

"is that what you think it is? a prison? after everything i've done for you. the money i've spent. the blood that has been shed, the dirty blood of that whore, that i watched pour from her head after i hit her. i do all of that just for you, and this is how you repay me?" he seethed. "honestly, [name], i'm hurt. i thought you would be happier here, but apparently, i was wrong." he said, the white-hot tone of his voice now gone and replaced by a remorseful murmur. your glimmer of hope shined through once again at the idea you thought he was suggesting.

"i know i shouldn't be mad at you. it's all my fault that you're so unhappy here. all alone, all day long. it must be awful. you must be so lonely." he said quietly, fiddling with his hands as he stared down at his shoes. "i'm so sorry, [name]." you didn't respond to his apology, and you let it bounce off your heart and onto the floor in front of you. "i'm going to do so much better. okay? i know what i can do!" he smiled, a wicked idea forming in his mind. "i can change my position at work, and instead of going there everyday, i can do my work here, and stay home with you!" he exclaimed, smiling proudly at his new plan. your heart sunk to the floor at his words. the last thing you needed was jungkook sticking around here with you all day long.

you shook your head. "no, jungkook. you don't-you don't need to do that." he waved his hands in denial. "nope," he vetoed, "it's decided. i'm telling everybody tonight. trust me, princess, this is for the best." he sighed contentedly, before his voice got low and serious. he stood up from his spot next to you, and stood right in front of you. "now, we may have solved the problem, but we still need to address what happened earlier. what you did isn't okay, angel. it was rude, and stupid, and it hurt me a lot. how do you think that makes me feel as a provider? as someone who loves you? honestly, [name], do you enjoy hurting people like that?" he asked.

though you had tried to resist it, the dagger of guilt had managed to stab you, right in the gut. jungkook sounded hurt, and the way he put things made you feel like a total piece of shit. you shook your head again. "but, you're not the only one who did something wrong. mr. ahn's actions told me all i need to know about his loyalty and how much he cares about his job. so the only right thing to do now is punish those who were wrong. that sounds fair, doesn't it?" he asked innocently. you nodded, stomach sinking at the direction this was going in. "use your words." he commanded, putting a firm hand on your shoulder. "yes, that sounds fair." you whispered weakly.

"now, there are...a few ways...i could punish you right now. but you're not the only one who messed up. and besides, i think those other ways would be better reserved for when we're home together. yeah?" he joked, the smirk potent in his sweet voice. "so here's what we'll do. mr. ahn was unloyal to me. he didn't do what i asked him to, and i don't go for that. but, i'm going to leave it up to you,"

"should i go and kill mr. ahn right now, or,"

you shook your head frantically. "jungkook, no. please, don't. it's my fault, okay? i'm sorry." you pleaded. he nodded. "yeah, princess, it is your fault. and now, you're paying the price. so, i could go and kill him right now, or,

i could burn down this entire house with everybody in it, including us."

your stomach lurched at the sick words that fell from his mouth so easily. tears brimmed your eyes, blurring the glow of the chandelier above you into a mess of golden light and black suit fabric as you looked up in disbelief. it felt like every organ in your body somehow stopped working and kicked into overdrive all at once. "please, jungkook. you don't have to kill anybody. please, i'm sorry. it's my fault. just do whatever you said earlier to me. please, don't hurt anybody else." you choked out, cheeks slick with tears.

he shook his head. "those are the only two options for you, princess. i like your enthusiasm, though. so what'll it be? kill one man who deserves it, or bring down ten other innocent people, including yourself?" he probed, pushing your jaw up to look at him. "now, [name], or i'll choose for you." he warned.

"the first one!" you spat. "now, which one was that? don't be shy, princess, i want to hear that sweet voice of yours." he teased, smirking at your distress. "kill mr. ahn." you said weakly, your blurry vision just able to make out the smug grin on jungkook's face. he shrugged nonchalantly, dropping your jaw from his hands and letting it fall as you laid your head in your hands, barely biting back uncontrollable, heaving sobs. "if you say so."

he left, strides long and shoulders back, and the seconds once again felt like hours as you were left alone in the unbearable silence. though you preferred deafening silence over what was next. the yelps of pain, the pleas, and the deafening sound of bones cracking and bloody knuckles meeting bruised flesh. even from a floor away, you could hear the atrocity from the bedroom. you clasped your hands over your ears, hoping the blockage and the sound of your own crying would mute the tortuous sounds.

after a disturbingly short amount of time, you heard the thrashing and struggling grind to a stop. taking your shaky hands away from your red ears, you pulled them close to your chest, crinkling back into a fetal position on the bed as your wails echoed off the walls of the bedroom. tears flooded from your eyes, onto the fabric of the comforter and into your hair, and only got worse as you heard the sound of dreaded footsteps drawing closer to the bedroom.

as you wallowed in the pits of hellish guilt, you made a promise, to both yourself and to everybody else that stood in the unpredictable path of jungkook's rage and violence.

this was never going to happen again.

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this time, you were confident. there was no way your plan could go wrong. this was your guaranteed ticket to freedom.

you spent months being obedient. conforming yourself to be the perfect one for him. ever since that horrific day, when an innocent man died because of your careless decision, you committed yourself to the mission of making sure something like that never, ever happened again, not if you could help it.

so you listened. you let him say whatever he wanted, do whatever he wanted. you were more than just his ragdoll, though, you played along. you smiled at him sweetly, and listened to his words, and told him you loved him with a kiss on the cheek every night before sleeping.

of course, it made you sick. knowing the hands that grabbed your waist and played with your hair and made you dinner and everything in between were the same ones that brutally ended the life of innocent people made your stomach twist in ways it never had before, and you hated it.

every night, you felt so marked, so unpure, so dirty. like the blood that he washed down the drain like nothing that day had stayed on his hands and left smudgy, sticky handprints all over you. but maybe, just maybe, your trying days and sleepless nights would finally pay off.

knocking softly on the wooden door, you didn't need to wait for jungkook to respond before you opened the door. looking up, he smiled happily as he saw you come towards him. "there you are, princess!" he greeted, closing his laptop as you smiled back at him. you greeted him quietly as you shut the door behind you. "come sit, darling." he beckoned, tapping his lap as he pushed his chair out, "i missed you today."

you obliged, a sharp tinge of disgust striking through your heart as you straddled his lap, resting your chin on his shoulder. he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him and sighing deeply. "how was your day? do anything interesting? i wish i could've stayed with you today." he said wistfully, rubbing his hands up and down your back gently.

you shook your head. "not really. it was good, though." you replied. sitting back, you met his eyes, the hesitated look on your face acting as the dangling carrot in front of the hungry rabbit. "what is it, sweetheart? you look sad."

you shrugged. "oh, i don't know. it's kind of silly. don't worry about it." you chuckled, fiddling with your fingers as you spoke. eyebrows knitting together, jungkook shook his head. "no it's not, baby. tell me what's going on." he probed. for a second, just a split second, your mind began to wander into the waters of uncertainty.

"come on, you know i like to hear your sweet voice."

your heart lurched at the sentence, one that was forever stuck in your mind as a painful reminder of that awful day. suddenly, the uncertainty was gone, replaced by an urgent sense of eagerness and determination.

"i just miss my old life." you admitted. "i was just...so proud of everything that i made for myself. not that i don't like it here with you, but i miss my routine. i miss going to the store, and getting my coffee, and walking through my neighborhood. it took me a long time to finally gain happiness, and i wish i could've held onto that for a little longer." you said sadly, eyes welling up at the memories of the life you once cherished.

jungkook nodded slowly. he stayed silent, but you could see the wheels turning in his head as he considered your confession. "and, i was kind of wondering, if..." you sighed shakily, "if it'd be okay for me to go out? just for the day, sometimes. and i'd come back here every night. i would just want to go back to my apartment, and get my old clothes, and have another one of my favorite drinks, and visit the old park i used to walk at."

looking back into his eyes, you were met with his own eyes being focused on the floor. he had a thoughtful expression, and the oh-so sweet glimmer of hope that had been extinguished for so long finally regained its spark. he stayed like that for a while, as if he were picturing everything you just said and everything that could go wrong.

"i'll think about it."

your eyes widened, eyebrows raising and the corners of your mouth curling upwards. "really?!" you exulted, sitting up in his lap. he smiled and nodded again. "yeah, really. you've been a good girl, i think you deserve a reward." he grinned. "thank you, thank you!" you cheered, wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight hug and kissing his cheek.

"of course, darling. anything for you." he beamed. "why don't you go to the kitchen and have someone start on dinner? i just have one more call to make, and then i'm all yours. sound good?" he hummed. you nodded happily, hopping off his lap and bubbling out of the office.

it worked, it worked so well! the glow of freedom was so close, you could practically feel its warmth absorb into your skin as you skipped downstairs. everything seemed brighter now; the lights illuminated the room in a different way, the vases of flowers were more vibrant, and your soul felt like it was shining more than it had in months.

if only you knew the storm cloud that was headed your way.

#bts #bts fanfiction #bts x reader #yandere bts #yandere bts x reader #yandere jungkook x reader #yandere jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #yandere #yandere jeongguk #jeongguk x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #asks

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owlyjules · 1 year

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Since people seems to like him so much, I did a full pic of my Changeling King!

Bird feets are more comfy in the fae world but you can be sure he has some fancy shoes when he is walking this way.;)

I want to draw more of him soon.:3 (and if I had a Nickel for every blueish hair and skin with a crown OC I had I would have two Nickels...But its still weird it happened twice!)

#oc #oc changeling king #digital art #procreate #fae #faerie #unseelie #my art #my oc #fantasy #illustration

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alphabetboyluvr · 10 months

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masterlist

all fics are posted to wattpad first (don't judge a girlie by her primary upload platform </3)

i write about the stars, boys who are carved like greek sculptures, and the inability to communicate in a healthy, functional manner. and i also like to write about bangtan sonyeondan in relation to all of those things.

WATTPAD // AO3 // KO-FI // CARRD

no translations | minors dni | don't be a dick x

JJK

SERIES

THROTTLE

pairing: boyracer!jk x fem reader - mutual disdain to lovers synopsis: in which jeon jungkook hates speed limits, the local government, and the way that min yoongi looks at you. current wc: 160,244 warnings: explicit language, drug usage, violence, dangerous driving, smut, and themes of an adult nature. not a mafia au, but teeters around the edges of it. organised crime and corruption are at the heart of the story. the characters have questionable morals and do dumb shit. be prepared to hate them as much as you love them. jungkook is a tittie luvr. no further questions.

BAD DECISIONS

pairing: bartender!jungkook x female reader | strangers-friends-lovers, fwb synopsis: it’s simple: write your deepest darkest fears on origami birds and string them up on jungkook’s ceiling. when they fall—which they inevitably will, thanks to his cheap daiso washi tape—you have to face the fear. set it free. the issue? you’ve a fear of intimacy. jungkook, a fear of rejection. and you’ve both got the capacity to make some incredibly bad decisions. current w/c: 450k notes: smut, fluff, a lil angst, bartender!jk, student!jk, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers (?), fwb, deal arrangement, undefined relationship (they’re just friends! just besties!!), miscommunication, idiots in love, emotional slow burn, bucket list (a.k.a. the birds

BAD DECISIONS SMUT INDEX

ONE SHOTS

extended - 5k words or more

ONCE THE THRILL EXPIRES

pairing: college!jungkook x female reader synopsis: your housemate-turned-fwb takes another girl home after a night out wordcount: 5.8K notes: angsty, smutty turmoil. it’s not that bad, but it definitely isn’t a happy lil number. fingering, oral sex (f receiving), rimming (f receiving), vaginal sex, doggy, protected (!!) sex, lil spanks, jaykay sorta makes out with her ear???, jaykay is a fawk boy who needs to learn self-control, oc is holding out for something that’ll never happen, multiple partners in one night (jk), jk calls the reader diz (dizzy)

LANDSLIDES

pairing: officeworker!jungkook x female reader (coworkers) synopsis: jungkook asks you to dog sit over chuseok. he doesn’t ask you to steal the empty spaces in his head, the dreams he’s yet to have, nor the idea of you always just being ‘you’ to him - and yet, like a thief in the night (with his own damn dog as your accomplice), you do. wordcount: 6.8K warnings: fluff more than angst, but it’s not clean cut - there’s also a touch of smut. office worker jk, fuck boy (but kind!) jk, mentions of his workplace escapades, oc is dating mingyu (yay), oc sorta fancies jk (boo), solo masturbation (m), vivid thoughts of shagging (jk is a perv! wow! unlike me to write him as randy bastard!), lots of facetime calls, oc and jk are fundamentally flawed as a pairing, genuine friendship, daddy kink? ig? but like kinda sweet?, jungkook has a complex brain house and you’ve been banished to his annexe!! he also has a thing for claw clipped hair lol

ONE SHOTS

short - under 5k words

something borrowed

- mafia au | forbidden love

dance with the devil

- royalty au | former lovers

KNJ

ONE SHOTS

short - under 5k words

back to you

- idol au | exes

KSJ

MYG

SERIES

HUSH

pairing: rockstar!yoongi x female reader | mutual disdain - lovers (but also strangers - lovers? kinda?) synopsis: in which you work for your brothers band by day and accidentally anonymously sext his bandmate on the regular by night! whoops ! current w/c: 17.5k notes: okay, where to start with this one lmao, sexting! and i mean… a lot of sexting (so much sexting oc will probably get early-onset arthritis in her thumbs), yoongi is a dick, he also hates nepotism, and in turn, you. oh yeah, you’re jin’s sister, you work with the band on tour. jin, yoongi, tae, jk and joon are in The Scouts aka the hottest band since sliced bread. jimin is their tour manager, hobi works up in the head office (he’s sleazy and i love him). slight love triangle, one-near-footjob (and counting!), eventual smut, a little angst, dating app that is exclusively for celebrities / people in the public eye, one incredibly inconvenient pairing, yoongi calls the oc clementine / clemmie and it’s cuter than it sounds, idk how else to explain this, mistaken identity i guess? although not really? look, just read it lol. smut warnings will be on chapters individually!!

PALLADIUM

pairing: dilf!yoongi x reader // friends to lovers, slowburn, eventual smut synopsis: min yoongi is urgent. in the way he bites his nails down to the bed, and the way his sore fingers type out desperate sentences just minutes before deadlines, he is urgent. how he prepares jaehyun’s day bag before grandma comes by, and how he double checks everything is packed, he is urgent. the requests for you to watch over jaehyun each and every deadline day are, always, predictably, urgent. but the way min yoongi falls in love with you is slow. gradual. tepid. until, like everything with min yoongi, it becomes urgent. wordcount: 3.2K notes: three part series, fluff, angst, eventual smut, yoongi is incredibly conflicted, the oc is just as dumbfounded by the way she feels, lots of feelings!!

JHS

PJM

KTH

ONE SHOTS

short - under 5k words

sundae (kinda love)

- childhood friends | angst

#bts fanfic #bts masterlist #byholly #jungkook fanfic #namjoon fanfic #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #jungkook ff #jk ff #jungkook masterlist #jungkook x reader

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