#i always keep up w the flow of traffic
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i think you shouldn't drive i'm being serious
love this ask first of all (/gen) but tbh i think YOU should never attempt to drive in chicago or any similar american major city IM being serious!! like i hear u 100% but 1) i’m bein a lil silly when i chit chat on tumblr dot com and 2) bein a defensive driver means keeping up w the flow of traffic and following the social rules of driving above all else and shit genuinely is different when you’re in a place with thousands upon thousands of cars on the road, a trend of road rage shootings, and a lot of dangerous weather conditions. if ur sitting in bumper to bumper traffic with thousands of ppl tryna race to not be late to work, and you don’t get close enough to the person in front of you, the people on either side of you will take that as invitation to cut you off a million times & can and do cause major crashes w it. if you brake too early in heavy traffic/leave too much space between you and the car in front of you while braking, it makes it difficult for the people behind you to anticipate the rate at which you’ll brake & causes rear enders. if you slow down too much on a turn or yellow light and it’s against the flow of traffic you run the risk of being rear ended. if cars around you are all doing 75 and you’re insisting on sticking to the 60mph speed limit you’re gonna get hit. truly most of my driver flaws are in fact things i do because i was specifically taught to do them in driver’s ed to be safer in city driving conditions!!!
that said i’m trying very much so to be more aware of if i’m tailgating outside of heavy traffic times and i’ve been told i’m doing much better w it than i used to!! & also i use my turn signal whenever it’d be dangerous for me to NOT do so - i prommy i’m just bein silly here and i strive to keep me and the cars around me safe, don’t worry
#d speaks#asks#this made me laugh tbqh#also i SWEAR there are SO many dangerous toxic driving things that i do NOT do#i come to a complete stop at stop signs and red lights where i’m gonna turn right#i NEVER get into pissing contests w other drivers. if someone wants to pass me i let them if someone is driving in an unstable or aggressive#manner i simply get as far as possible away from them#i always keep up w the flow of traffic#i’ve NEVER taken up two spaces with one car when parallel parking#i do not have LED headlights and i don’t rev my engine for shits and giggles and i don’t use my horn unless it’s fully necessary#i don’t have road rage#i pull forward to turn left at intersections so that the person behind me can also catch the yellow if there’s no chance to turn on green#if someone brake checks me i go oh!!!! shit ur so right dude sorry lemme give u more space#i don’t text and drive and if i’m using my phone it’s in a hands free way#and best of all i have never in my LIFE decided to come to a complete stop on an on ramp for the expressway which i personally think is#a cardinal sin!!!! i know how to merge safely & confidently#i’ve never been in any major accidents#i pull to the right for sirens and lights & im very cautious in construction & school zones#do not worry about me i strive to be a safe driver !!!!#i simply also sometimes have adhd and forget that i’m NOT in bumper to bumper or heavy traffic and therefore don’t need to be all up on ppl#but like. i’m never one to drive on the shoulder i’m not an ANIMAL
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d o i w a n n a k n o w
p a i r i n g : jungkook x reader
g e n r e : stalker-yandere au.
t a g s : obsessive!jk, stalking, yandere, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, non-con to dub-con (oc gives in but these are heavy non-con/dub-con elements), fingering, spanking, degradation, dirty talk (lots lmao), talks of baby-trapping, BREEDING KINK, unprotected sex, masturbation, hidden cameras, voyeurism, slut shaming(?), pussy spanking (doesn’t happen as much like you think it does lmao), blow jobs, head-pusher!jk, talks of imprisonment, actual imprisonment, there’s a cage for .2 seconds, dark!seven au, jk has lots of pet names, JK IS A SEX ADDICT AND WALKING RED FLAG, stockholm syndrome(?) debatable but tagging to be safe, morally grey!oc, oc is a anxiety ball, mentions of hoseok, oc has horny guilt LMAO, implied pregnancy, jk is CRAZY, size differences, jk corners oc a lot, face fucking, cum swallowing, lmk if i missed a tag!!
w o r d c o u n t : 19.8 k
s u m m a r y : “Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for someone new. Now I’ve thought it through, crawlin’ back to you,”
How long has it been? Weeks? Days? Months. You weren’t keeping count anymore—haven’t been ever since that happened. You make your way through the busy crowd, headphones plugged in and some depressing song from your playlist ringing softly through both ears. It’s cloudy and breezy—a gloomy sight—you think there’s a chance for rain later on.
“Excuse me.” You mumble under your breath and push past everyone, bumping occasionally into someone.
Every so often an uneasy feeling creeps up your spine, like you’re being watched or something. He’s here, a sinister little voice says in the deepest crevices of your mind. Your breathing picks up and you turn your head, vision hazy from how fast you’re walking to keep up with the traffic flow.
Blurry—just faceless people going about their day and trying to get to their destinations.
You slow down a tiny bit, your earbud hanging out of one ear as you take one good look around your surroundings. Nothing, just stores and faceless people combined with the sounds of beeping cars and engines that become background noise. You find yourself staring ahead of yourself, a grim expression and your lips pursed.
“I’m losing it..” You whisper.
You turn back around when you hear it. “y/n.” Your body goes stiff, his voice alone sends you into an anxiety-ridden frenzy.
Your breathing picks up and your feet start moving faster and faster. You keep looking back in all sorts of directions trying to pinpoint his exact location. The entire world feels like a blur, there’s so many voices all around you start wondering if they’re all him. It’s a nightmare-ish hell not knowing which one of them is him—or rather could be him.
“...Jungkook.” You quietly whisper.
Slowly, the world comes to a halt once more—everything falls back into place—you flinch as droplets of water hit your face. The sounds of traffic bring you out of your trance and suddenly you feel like you have room to breathe again. You settle one hand over your chest and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
“y/n.” A startled scream slips past your lips as you shudder violently and spin around. Jungkook’s arms constrict your movements with the way he wraps himself around you.
“Jungkook–let me go..!” You curl into yourself and try to move away, no one bats an eye as you two stand in the middle of the crosswalk in the midst of the crowd. Your smaller hands grip his forearms weakly as you desperately try to shove him off, “What are you doing, let me go.” You repeat, a bit more forceful this time.
Jungkook only grins down at you and tugs you closer, “C’mon baby don’t be like that. How long’s it been? Weeks? Months? I know that you miss me deep down as much as I miss you.” He whispers down in your ear in that low husky tone he always spoke in whenever you two were pressed up like this. “Don’t be so cruel sweetheart and give me a kiss.” He dips his head down but you move at the last second causing his lips to drag along your cheek.
You level him with a stare, “I don’t miss you at all, in fact I haven’t thought about you for months now,” you push against him with a grunt of frustration because he doesn’t budge, “My answer was no the last time and it’s no this time, what can’t you understand?”
“Because I know you’re lying to yourself. You say this but when I ask you to look me in the eye, you can’t baby.” Jungkook turns to give you a chaste kiss on the cheek once more, “I know you still want me—us.” He pulls back to look deep in your eyes, forehead against forehead.
Your eyes drop down to his lips and a sense of familiarity washes over you. You recall the times he had his lips on yours, from how soft his kisses could be to the way he kissed you with such passion/force like his life depended on it. Your eyes slowly find his own and for a second you forget you’re both in the middle of a cross walk in the sprinkling rain.
“Don’t think baby,” Jungkook whispers as he leans down, “just feel.”
A loud honk suddenly shatters the illusion, you flinch from the loud noise and yank yourself back. You hear Jungkook curse under his breath, “Don’t follow me, I mean it Jungkook.” Your voice is wobbly but you do your best to sound firm.
You quickly turn on your heels and surf through the crowds of people, ignoring their pointed looks from your shoving. The metro is twice as crowded (more than usual), you easily blend in with everyone else on the platform. Occasionally you look over your shoulder to see if he followed but you see nothing.
The familiar sound of a piano begins playing in your ear, you slip your other earbud back in and lean against the pillar as you wait for the train to make its stop.
“I put a spell on you,
because you’re mine,
You better stop the things you do,
I tell you, I ain’t lying,
I ain’t lying,”
The train comes to a screeching halt and you push yourself off the wall, heading for the opened doors. You tuck yourself near the corner of the train in front of these old grandmas and group of highschool teens. You hold on to the pole in front of you and let out a breath of relief, heart coming to a slow and calm beat.
You always get like this after seeing Jungkook, he works you up into a frenzy and when you run off you’re left with a stupid adrenaline high that takes what seems like forever to come down from. You’re always left with an ugly feeling in your stomach, dread clouding your senses and an immense amount of guilt. One of these days you feel like you’ll give in all over again.
Jungkook just makes it so difficult.
At first it didn’t bother you fresh out of the breakup, you had been clouded with anger and frustration the first weeks. Then when weeks turned to months of him trying to get you back you started falling into denial.
Was the breakup something you wanted? Why did you seem to enjoy the way he begged for you? No matter how hard you tried to push those thoughts away a ugly little voice in your head was always there to remind you.
‘Admit it, you want to let him in.’ It’d say. You do, but no one has to know that’s how you really feel.
Someone taps you on the shoulder nearly making you jump out of your skin as you turn to look at them. Some girl stands with an apologetic look on her face, “Sorry, I’m just trying to pass through.”
You shake your head and step aside, “No, excuse me.” You mumble out and look up at the window, finding a reflection of yourself staring right back.
The loud screeching noises of the train coming to another stop has you casually looking to the side. The doors open and more people get on, some exit and others like you stay put. However, right as the doors close that's when you see him.. Your heart picks up again and you stare directly back at Jungkook who’s standing there with a devious look on his face.
“No, no, no,” you turn around and look for a way out, the next stop isn’t for another five minutes and you’re running out of space to get away so running off isn’t the best option you have right now.
You start backing away, slipping through the crowd and whipping your head back and forth in time to see Jungkook advancing towards you with a predatory look in his eye. He’s zeroing in on you making his way through the people blocking his way. Your breath hitches as your back finally hits the wall, there’s nowhere else to run anymore, and Jungkook knows this too.
“Running from me again?” He chuckles as he cages you in between him and the wall. He sets his hands on either side of you, effectively trapping you in. Your eyes dart around but no one seems to be paying attention, it’s times like these you wished people weren’t actually minding their own business.
“I know you miss me,” his breath is hot against your ear, it sends chills down your spine and has you shuddering in a pleasant way, “I know you want me..” He drops one hand down to your hip, gently caressing over it with his thumb, “Can’t you feel how much I miss you?” He breathes out and presses right up against you.
Your face grows hot in arousal, you can feel the print of his hard cock right up against your thigh pressing dangerously close. You bite back a low whimper and look up at Jungkook, “I-I,”
He gently shushes you, “Remember what I said baby: don’t think, feel.” He slides his lips against yours.
The kiss re-awakens the once hidden desire you had stored away in the darkest corners of your mind. Your eyes flutter shut and you tangle one hand in his hair, the other curls around his neck and holds him down against you. Jungkook seems to like that a lot because he lets out a muffled moan in your mouth, the hand he had on your waist now moving down behind to your ass.
You can hear the train coming to a stop and your eyes open as you take the opportunity to look over his shoulder. People are gathering their things and standing from their seats, you know this isn’t your stop but hell, you’d rather walk the extra three blocks to get to work than be stuck on the train with Jungkook.
“Baby,” he mumbles against your lip and desperately paws at your jeans.
The second he pulls off your lips you duck under his arm, he turns to swiftly grab your arm and try to reel you back in. He misses you by a few centimeters.
“Goodbye Jungkook.” You whisper and disappear in the crowd of people leaving him there by himself with the same hunger in his eyes he had earlier.
When you step out onto the platform you slip your headphones back in trying to calm your racing heart once again, the song playing becoming an eerie reminder.
“Do I wanna know?
If this feeling flows both ways?
(Sad to see you go)
Was sort of hoping that you'd stay
(Baby, we both know)
That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day,”
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Jungkook and you once had been happy together, you weren’t going to deny that.
You had met through one of the rare nights you went out with friends for drinks and food. Your closest friend, Seulgi, had been the one to introduce you two, she thought he’d be perfect for you. Seulgi had NOT been joking around when she said you’d like Jungkook.
You both talked the entire night finding each other much more interesting than the alcohol that sat untouched. He had you hooked with his precious little bunny smile and playful nature, sure he had been touchy but who said you weren’t a little touch-starved yourself? You found yourself craving more of him, leaning into his touch and giving into his cute antics.
The night ended with Jungkook asking for your number and promising you a private date later in the week. Dating Jungkook was a different story however.
Jungkook was..different. You weren’t exactly used to the princess treatment and sudden obsession over you when you both began dating, you liked to think you didn’t like it but sometimes you weren’t so sure if you were saying that to convince yourself. Jungkook didn’t seem to have a single care for the world if it wasn’t about you. He was possessive, obsessive, jealous—everything that you should have looked out for according to the damn book.
Yet you didn’t, you stayed by his side like a moth drawn to the flame. Jungkook had single-handedly managed to become your entire world, poisoning your mind with his sweet words and passionate kisses. He made you forget about everything, until there was nothing but him left..
Jungkook had come clean about his sex addiction even before you two started getting serious. You sat in silence when he opened up about his struggles and how it impacted his life. In a way you felt sorry for him, it was clear he didn’t ask to be going through this. Oh how you were a fool..
Jungkook stopped completely going to his sessions once you two made it official, at first you were worried but Jungkook always reassured you that it was fine. You let it slide for the first couple of months because you were stuck in the honeymoon phase of your relationship with Jungkook, too blinded to really see the problems brewing.
His addiction became an inconvenience and disturbance in your lives. He went from fucking you at least two times a day to full blown whenever he could get his hands on you. It started off tame until he resorted to fucking you in places where you two could surely be caught. He’d bend to whisper darkly in your ear before whisking you away to some place “private”, where he proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of you.
You could never really resist his charms and begging whenever he wanted to fuck you. A sick part of you loved this—how he would pick you up like nothing and manhandle you to his liking, how he’d take what was his and worship the very ground you walked on. It gave you a sick thrill knowing you had him around your finger, but all good things have to come to an end don’t they?
You come to the realization through Seulgi. “That’s not a relationship y/n,” she said, “it’s unhealthy for you and him to go on like this, this is more like an exclusive friends-with-benefits.”
After hearing that you questioned everything in your relationship with Jungkook. So you did what you thought was the best in this situation: you left.
You had felt horrible but what else could you have done? Jungkook wasn’t proving to you that he was going to try to get help again, and if he said he was going to he’d simply go for one or two meetings and then go back to that vicious cycle—and you were tired of it (physically and mentally).
Oh how you’d come to regret it.
“Hey y/n, I think there’s someone here to see you? I don’t know he didn’t tell me who he was but uh he told me to tell you he’s waiting for you down in the lobby.” One of your co-workers said as soon as you walked into the office.
You gave her a quizzical look but she merely shrugged and went back to work. Trying to think of who it could be, you check your phone to see if anyone you knew texted you over coming to visit. It couldn’t have been Seulgi, she always called you ten minutes beforehand to let you know she was on her way. You don’t live close to family like that so they were out of the question.
“Oh.” Realization dawns on you, “Jungkook.” You whisper and hurriedly run to the elevators, hitting the first floor button a bit too rough. “What does he want now?” First the train station, now your job? Were you safe ANYWHERE?
The elevator dinged and you stepped out, looking around for the tall curly headed fuck who decided to yet again come bother you. You spotted him sitting there with a grin on his face as he stared at you from afar. With clenched fists you walk over, “We’ll talk outside.” You say through gritted teeth.
Jungkook lets a low whistle slip from his lips, “Whatever you say.” He follows after you with a lazy strut, his eyes practically glued to your ass. You don’t even have to look to know.
“What do you want now Jungkook?” You say without turning to look at him, you stand in front of a food truck cafe(?) just a little ways down the street. “I thought I made it clear the last time we spoke about us.” You smile briefly at the food truck employee and place an order in for the two of you.
“Damn baby you’re so cold, not even a how are you Jungkook? Have you been eating okay or anything?” Jungkook chuckles, “When did you become so mean?”
You side-eye him in disbelief, “Me, mean? When I’m literally the one being followed and stalked by you everyday since we broke up?” You say softly as you take both drinks and hold one out to him.
Jungkook takes an annoyingly loud sip from his drink, grinning from ear to ear when he sees your annoyed expression, “I don’t see it as stalking, in fact I’m the one running around chasing after you just trying to get back together. You’re the one whose got it fucked in the head if you think I’m stalking you, unless you’re into that shit baby. I know you were into some weird shit but this?” He snorts.
You don’t reply because you don’t trust your voice, or anything you have to say as a matter of fact. “Right.” He gives you a shit-eating grin while leaning against the food truck, “Admit it baby, you like it, I always knew you were a little fucked in the head but this? You like the chase?” He steps closer.
The silence feels so loud between you two afterwards, you can’t look him in the eye right now. “Look,” you sigh softly, “I have to go.” You shake your head and give him one last look before you turn and head back to your job.
He doesn’t follow this time.
. . .
“Secrets I have held in my heart,
Are harder to hide than I thought,
Maybe I just wanna be yours,
I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours,”
Jungkook sang under his breath while he sorted out a few wires, “Wanna be yours,” he trails off and lifts up the object he’s holding in his hand, “I wanna be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust,” he whistles and walks towards the large glass window pane, “wanna be yourssss,” he ends with a soft little whistle note as he gets up on the small ladder he has with him.
“That should do it.” Jungkook hums to himself, admiring his own handiwork. Jungkook takes a step back and looks around the room with a satisfied hum, when he deems everything fit he heads out, making sure not a single thing is displaced. “I just wanna be yours, wanna be yours…”
A small green check mark lights up his phone, a robotic voice following shortly after, “Welcome, your new security camera system is now: activated.”
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“So you haven’t gone out or anything with anyone? I mean I kinda figured since it’s been like a few months since all that happened.” Seulgi off-handedly says while stirring her drink around with her straw, “C’monnnn you haven’t thought about it at least once?” She pouts.
You shake your head fondly, “No not really. I kinda don’t have time to think about stuff like that, got a big project coming up and you know how that gets..” You sheepishly reply with a shoulder shrug.
Seulgi gives you a ‘I know you’re lying’ look, “Sureeeee, I can count this many times on my fingers the amount of guys that have either checked you out or tried to ask you on a date.” She wiggles her fingers, “Is it cause of Jungkook? Cause if it is girl forget him! You’re single now, you need to go out and live a little.”
You take a nervous sip from your drink and shake your head, “Look I don’t even know if I made the right choice in leaving him! We weren’t that unhappy, it was just his stupid sex addiction that was tiring me out! I could have just made him get some help and we would have been good,” you pout petulantly, “ ‘s just that sometimes I think I made the wrong choice.”
“Babe, I love you and all but you need to be a little stronger than that. Jungkook is the same guy who beat up another because he hit on you, we’re talking about the same Jungkook who had a unhealthy codependency with you and was pretty fucking obsessive. I’d say you dodged a fucking tank.” Seulgi scoffs, “Besides, he would have just gone and did the shit he was doing whenever you tried sending him back to therapy.”
You hated that she was right about everything. Maybe it was high time to see other people and try to get out there. Deep down the very thought of meeting someone who isn’t Jungkook didn’t settle right with you. As much as you loathed the idea you knew you didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. “I don’t know..” You push your empty glass to the side.
“Hey,” Seulgi smiles sweetly and sets her hand over yours, “just think about it yeah? You don’t have to meet someone new, we can have fun in other ways like a girls trip or something!” Yeah a girls trip sounded nice.. “It’s getting late but give it some thought.”
You both pay for the tab and head out of the bar all giggles and smiles. “I’ll see you next week, yeah? Lunch is on me!” Seulgi waves after parting ways with you, “Text me when you get home!” She blows you a kiss.
You pretend to catch the kiss with a quiet chuckle, “Bye.” You wave back, “Get home safe..” You mumble softly and turn to head in the opposite direction.
It’s pretty late but you’re not too concerned given that people tended to stay out and live the night life in the city. You take one look at the night sky before plugging in your headphones, “She said goodbye, too many times before,” you mumble under your breath and lose yourself within the crowd of bustling people, unknowing of the hooded figure headed in the opposite direction.
. . .
Jungkook had his hands placed all over your body. He sported a soft grin on his face, his onyx eyes watching in glee as little moans left your lips. “There you go,” he said, “let go for me baby.” He whispers darkly and leans down to slot his lips against yours.
You lean into the kiss and whine softly, Jungkook doesn’t stop there as he brings your hips up in a bruising grip, pressing down and letting his hard cock rub against you. Your mouth waters a tiny bit just thinking about how he’d fuck you silly with that fat cock of his. It had you mewling for him, pawing at his sweats as you tried to get his cock out.
“Ah-ah,” he stops you breathlessly, “not until I say so baby.” He stares down at you with a glint in his eyes, “Let me take care of you, I’ll fuck so you good you forget all about today baby, just say the word.” He says as he presses his forehead to yours, “Go on, say it.” He whispers.
You jolt when his fingers slip between your sopping folds, rubbing up against your swollen and tender clit. “J..ungkook..” Your eyes shut in pleasure, “Please,” you grind against his hand, basically humping it at this point, “Fuck me, please, need it so bad.” You whimper.
Jungkook chuckles, “Good girl.” He leans down to bury his face in your neck, “Good fucking girl.”
Your eyes snap open and you jolt upwards in bed. You try to control your labored breathing with a hand over your wildly beating heart. “What the..” You look around your room, not a single thing misplaced. You figured it was another one of those nights—another “dream”.
“What is wrong with me..” You whisper out and bury your face in your hands, blinking away your disoriented gaze. You sit in bed like that for a few minutes calming your racing heartbeat and the throbbing you feel between your thighs.
This wasn’t the first time you’ve had a wet dream like this, it’s been a normal occurrence for weeks now. You’d go to bed then wake up soaked in sweat (and other places you don’t mention) and then go back to sleep hot and bothered. It was on repeat at this point.
Your tired eyes shifted over to the alarm clock sitting by your bedside, “Two am..” You chuckle humorlessly and shake your head, “God what is happening to me..” You mumble and lay flat on your back.
You stare at the ceiling for a few minutes just collecting your thoughts and trying to get a grip on yourself. “What is that?” You mumble in confusion and squint your eyes when you see a small red dot blinking back at you. “I must be going crazy.” You shake your head and turn on your side.
The red dot blinks the entire night, sitting so innocently up high.
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“You’re single now, you need to go out and live a little.” It rings in your head the entire morning.
Even as you sit there in your private office you swear you can hear Seulgi’s words loud and clear in your ears. It’s really starting to bother you now, you’re half tempted to take your lunch early and nap or something.
After waking up from the wet dream you had tossed and turned in bed for a good hour because Seulgi kept coming up. You swear you feel like you’re going crazy, this was just as bad as getting an annoying song stuck in your head. If not even worse.
“Hey y/n,” Hoseok peeks in, “got a minute?”
You lift your head up with a tired smile, “Sure, sit down.” You gesture to the chair, “Did you need something?”
“Well kinda..? I don’t know if that’s the proper wording but yeah, but first here,” he sets a perfectly glazed cream donut on your desk, “Soojin brought some in and I figured you could use one.” He sits down across from you, “How are you?”
You look down at the delicious looking donut sitting on the paper plate, “I’ve been..okay. Not the best but you know how it is with these big projects,” you accept the donut, “what about you? How’s the presentation coming along?.”
Hoseok shrugs, “It’s going okay, can’t say I’m too enthusiastic about it but it’s whatever. Anyways, that’s not what I came for,” he sheepishly smiles, “I was wondering if you were free tonight?”
You stare back at him in awe, “Tonight? Oh, well,” your mind drifts off to the same words from last night, “I’m free..” You mumble while playing with your desk plants, “So…tonight?”
“Yeah..sure,” he sags in relief, “so..see you tonight?” He smiles.
“Tonight.” You nod smiling back at him. You’re not so sure if your own smile mirrors his enthusiasm, but you tell yourself not to think that way. He says a quick bye and runs out of your office, leaving you a tiny bit doubtful. “Damn you Seulgi..” You mutter under your breath.
When he’s for sure gone you take your phone out and begin dialing Seulgi knowing the girl is on her break by now. It rings forever and ever until it sends you to voicemail. “That’s funny..” You mumble, usually Seulgi never misses a call, and if she does she texts you during the call letting you know if she was able to talk or not. You check your messages and see nothing.
“Hmm,” you call one more time but this time the call immediately declines. She must be busy, you think as you send her a quick text. ‘Call me ASAP, I just got asked out by that one guy I told you about.’
After hitting send you think nothing of it and turn your attention back to your monitor, blissfully unaware.
. . .
The phone finally stops buzzing and Jungkook releases a sigh of relief as he shakes his head, “So fucking annoying.” He mutters while setting the device down on the counter.
He sees it light up with Instagram notifications but he can’t be too bothered with those at the moment. He stares out the window with the coffee mug brought up to his lips, it’s a beautiful day out today..reminds him so much of you..
“Flowers would be nice..” He hums, “Maybe some chocolates.”
The phone pings loudly once again—a few times at that—and this time Jungkook can’t ignore the stupid phone and peers over to look at the screen. He nearly doubles over when he sees your name on the screen, “Shit.” He hisses when a bit of coffee spills on him.
When Jungkook cleans up the mess on himself he turns the phone back on, his eyes scan over the message, almost manic and anxious. But just as quick as his smile came it was gone..it was replaced with an unbridled rage. His grip on the phone tightened until he suddenly flung it violently into the wall, hearing the screen shatter and clank to the ground loudly. He was trembling with rage.
“So it’s gonna be like that..? Just gonna..throw me away?” He mutters darkly while staring blankly at the wall, “Cute.”
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“Gave you all the money, gave you all my heart, your masquerade party, I was fucking drunk,”
You hum while taking a sip from your glass of wine, mindful of the baby pink robe you had on. It had been about a good hour with you just sitting there in front of your vanity listening to music and drinking wine. Seulgi still hadn’t gotten back to you—let alone open the messages you left her—you were getting worried now, half-tempted to call her again. You decide against it though because Hoseok messages you about the restaurant.
“Ugh…where are you,” you mutter quietly while tapping on Seulgi’s profile in hopes of her being active on Instagram, “could really use your help..” You shake your head.
You give up after seeing that she hasn’t been active at all, in fact the last time she was active was literally yesterday when you both split up after the bar. You wonder if work was kicking her ass too. “Whatever.” You send her a picture of you curled up in your chair throwing up a peace sign, ‘wish me luck xoxo’. With that you finish getting ready.
You don’t realize how much fun you’re having until you go for another sip of wine and then realize you completely drained both the glass and bottle. A soft pout forms on your lips as you drop your eyeliner over the surface, “Well that sucks.” You softly sigh as you stare at nothing (you must be tipsy given that you spaced out like three times before this). “Ugh.” You groan and push yourself off the chair.
“Stupid robe,” you shove the silky garment off, letting it pool at your feet as you stand bare in your lace panties/bra.
In your drunken haze you spot the same red blinking dot from the other night but this time it’s by your bookcase. You stop for a few seconds and stare at it before rolling your eyes, “That’s it, I’m literally going insane.” You throw on your pretty little silk dress which falls off your shoulders and manage to find both Prada loafers you were looking for all day since you got home.
You pose in the mirror for a few seconds before huffing and going to get your phone, “Seulgiiiii,” you whine into the phone, “it’s not funny anymore answer meee, I need you to tell me if I look good or not.” You lift your phone up to show your entire outfit to the camera, “Stop being a bitch,” you hiccup drunkenly, “okay gotta go, love you.” You mumble and stop recording.
With your look being done you gather your coat and purse. As you wait for the elevator doors to open you feel your phone buzz and out of curiosity you fish it out of your purse and turn it on to check it. “Finally,” you sigh in relief when you see who sent you a message, ‘looks great mama, where you guys heading?’
“Mama?” You snort but bite your lip in excitement and start typing back..
+
The place Hoseok chose happens to be the same restaurant Jungkook took you to when you finally broke up with him. You stand outside with pursed lips. This place was bringing back memories—ones you worked so hard to repress and store away for good—and now you were forced to come back to the only place you swore to never step foot in again. It wasn’t like it was Hoseok’s fault, how could he have known?
“Hey,” you say once Hoseok picks up the call, “no yeah I’m here, I’m outside.” You cover your ear with your other hand and walk around a bit to avoid the crowds of people walking by.
“I’m like less than five minutes away, traffics really fucking bad tonight,” Hoseok chuckles on the other line, “You should just go in, I made a reservation under my name already, that way you aren’t standing outside or anything since the weather’s bipolar as hell.”
You chuckle softly, “Okay, I’ll head inside and wait for you then,” you turn to walk back when you suddenly freeze up, body going eerily still.
“y/n? You still there?”
You stand there in sheer terror when you see who’s sitting there leaned back on top of the hood of his car. Jungkook’s eyes are already on you as he watches from afar with a soft smirk on his face. You notice that he has a large bouquet of flowers sitting in his other hand. “Y-Yeah I’m here,” you whisper, “I just dropped my purse I gotta go I’ll see you when you get here.” You hang up in a hurry and start walking faster.
“Hi baby.” Jungkook licks his lips when you’re face to face, “Don’t you look darling? What’s the special occasion?” You hate it when he looks at you like that, like he’s ready to flip your dress up and fuck the living shit out of you in front of all these people. “What’s the matter? Cat’s got your tongue.” He pushes himself off his car and comes to stand right in front of you.
You look Jungkook up and down, god he looks so good right now in his white and black striped shirt jean combo. His hair's messier than usual too, you just wanna grip it tight like you used to whenever he had his face buried between your thighs— “Baby?” He grins in amusement.
“What are you doing here?” You swallow nervously while your eyes dart back and forth. You don’t even fight it when Jungkook’s hand comes to rest on your hip his thumb rubbing over it gently
“Ain’t it obvious?” He chuckles, “Came for my baby.”
You don’t bother to ask him how he found out about you coming here, you see Hoseok’s car pull into the valet a mere few feet away from you guys. That certainly has your breathing picking up, “You need to go,” you push at his chest, “right now Jungkook, please.” You whisper out in absolute fear.
“Why?” Jungkook’s smile drops as he stares at you with a cold look. His eyes follow yours and he stares darkly at Hoseok, “Oh I see now baby, scared your new boyfriend is gonna find out?”
“Stay away,” you wheeze as you try to control your breathing while stepping back, “I swear if you ruin it I’m going to hate you forever.” You point a finger at him while rushing into the restaurant.
As your breathing evens out you jump in terror when someone’s hands come up to rest on your shoulders. “y/n! Oh shit, my bad I didn’t mean to scare you.” It’s just Hoseok..
“No it’s my fault I wasn’t looking.” You whisper with a hand over your chest, “I didn’t go because I saw you pull up and wanted to wait for you.” You finish lamely.
Hoseok can see how nervous you are right now, he looks at you like he isn’t so convinced but he doesn’t push it luckily, “Okay, let’s go.” He smiles and offers his arm to you.
As you both stand in front of the hostess you can’t help but turn back to look outside. Jungkook’s still there where you left him, staring at you and Hoseok with that knowing look in his eye. You’ve seen it before too, and it sends a tremor down your spine while Hoseok leads you away. You sincerely hope he doesn’t do what you think he’s gonna do..you don’t know if you’ll die then and there.
“I hope you don’t mind I chose this place, heard it’s really good here.” Hoseok pulls the chair out for you, “In case you’re disappointed or something, not that I’m implying that it just seems like you’re kinda lost here.” He says with a sheepish smile while taking his seat across from you.
You quickly shake your head, “No, no it’s fine. I’m just a little scared from earlier is all,” you take a large gulp of water, “You know how it is with anxiety and all that jazz.” You try to brighten the mood with a smile. Hoseok luckily lets it go rather quickly and you both fall into a comfortable conversation while the bustling restaurant behind you becomes (a rather comforting) background noise.
You quickly come to realize Hoseok’s rather pleasant to talk to. He’s the textbook definition of a gentleman with you, he makes sure to listen attentively to you and isn’t afraid to show you how invested he is in your business. You like the attention he’s giving you given that it’s been a cool minute since anyone had truly sat down to just listen to what you had to say etc. You like talking to him, a lot more than you find yourself willing to admit out loud.
You even forget about Jungkook.
“How’s the food?” He asks with a grin.
“Mmm,” you nod while wiping your lips with a napkin, “delicious, I don’t think I’ve ever been to a place where they actually made my steak the way I asked for.” You giggle shyly while hiding your smile behind your hand, “What about you?”
Hoseok shrugs, “It’s alright I guess,” this makes you burst out laughing, “what..?” He chuckles, “I’m being honest! Here, try some of mine you’ll see what I mean.” He holds his fork out to you and clearly you don’t expect him to feed you but at this point you don’t care you’re having too much fun right now.
“I like that you offered me literally what I’m already having, just slightly more medium-rare.” You snort, “You’re so funny you know that?” You lean your head against your hand with a fond smile.
“I’ve been told.” Hoseok gives you a closed-eye smile, “I think you’re funny too y/n, this might be one of my most favorite nights ever.” He slowly slides his hand over your own, just letting it sit there but you can tell he wants to hold yours.
You find eye contact too intense and avert your gaze down to your intertwined hands. It feels so right..but so wrong for some reason. The same ugly voice starts whispering things in your head, ‘He’s not Jungkook, I bet Jungkook can fuck us ten times better than this guy.’ You bite down on your lip to suppress your annoyance, you have to find a way out of this—and quick.
The interruption comes in a rather unorthodox manner as the chandelier suddenly comes plunging down right next to you guys. You jump in terror and pull back, “Oh my god–” You quickly stand up to avoid any debris. Hoseok jumps out of his seat too, rounding the table to crowd you as he asks you various questions like: “Are you okay?” or “What the hell just happened?”
Through all the commotion you see Jungkook at the bar, propped up against the mahogany wood with a toothpick in his mouth and a sinister look. You feel another wave of anxiety take over slowly as your hands become clammy and your balance a bit unstable. “I’m g-going to the restroom.” You tell Hoseok and rush away, not bothering to stop and hear whatever he has to say.
At the same time you see Jungkook push himself off the bar and start making his way over. “No, no, no.” You mumble and pick up the pace, rushing down the empty hall and towards the women’s restroom. You should be safe in there right?
The bathroom is dimly lit by the cheap fluorescent lighting, you push through and make your way into the last stall and lock yourself in there. Your breathing is labored and comes out uneven, or at least you think it’s uneven. You don’t know and you’re not exactly worried about that right now.
With an exhausted sigh you slump against the wall and let your head thud against the tile gently, “God this is a mess..” You mumble and hide your face in the palm of your hands. You sit in silence, the small buzzing sounds that the lights make keep you from wallowing in your misery as you slowly start coming to your senses.
You’re hyper aware of everything going on around you right now—the sounds of the water drops from the faucet, murmurs of staff outside, the lights—everything. You perk up when you hear the low creak the door makes as it’s pushed open. It hits the door frame with a dull thud—creaking even. You don’t give it too much thought until you hear it.
You sit straight and push yourself as far as you in the corner, trembling as the sounds of his expensive oxfords click against the tiled ground. Jungkook whistles a low tune, pushing the very first stall door open. When he finds nothing he goes to the next, then the next, and then the next. You put a hand over your mouth, watching as his shoes slowly come into view as he makes his stop right next to your stall.
When he finally comes to a halt in front of your stall he stands there calmly, whistling even more now as he patiently stands there. You stare at his shoes in horror and peek through the small crack in the door, he stands there with an intimidating yet scary smile. The whistling really sends your nerves into overdrive as you shakily reach for the latch.
With a click it unlocks, you wait with a bated breath and then slowly push it open. Jungkook slowly comes into view, he stares at you silently just taking you in with his dark eyes. You stare right back with your lips parted in a silent plea. For him? You don’t know what you want from him right now, but lucky for you, you don’t have to do too much thinking.
Jungkook grabs your face in his big hands, shoving you into the stall again as he kicks the door closed with a loud bang. His lips are on yours in seconds as he pushes you up against the tiled walls, huffing quietly against your lips as his hands come up to tug you close, body against body. You whimper in defeat and finally give into that stupid voice that plagues you in your nightmares.
You bury your hands in his hair and move your lips against his own just as passionately. He hums in approval and snakes his hand under your thigh to grip it, you take it as a sign to wrap it around his waist. With this position your throbbing little cunt is pressed right over his hips, closer than most times he’s cornered you.
“Mm..ah..Jungkook,” you whisper in between the harsh kisses, “wait–mm,” his lips sloppily claim yours kiss after kiss until saliva begins dripping down the corners of your chin. You arch your back and push your hips into his rather demandingly, “Jungkook, please.” You mewl softly while moving in slow circles against him.
“Please what baby? After you tried to give away what’s mine to that little priss outside? You think you really deserve it baby?” He growls, “You’re fuckin’ mine,” he presses you harder against the wall, “letting that motherfucker put his hands all over you…after you’ve been so mean to me and run off everytime you see me? Gonna make me beg for it sweetheart is that it? You want me to beg for that little pussy?” He cups your cunt through your panties, pressing the palm of his hand firmly against you. “Hm?”
You cry out quietly and shake your head, “No–I wasn’t gonna,” you throw your head back with gritted teeth. He interrupts you with a sharp smack against your cunt, one that has you keening in humiliation and arousal, “Jungkook..!”
“Wasn’t gonna what, hm? Were you planning on giving him this slutty little pussy after all? Were you going to lie to me sweetheart, is that it?” He growls low in your ear, “You can fuck him all you want baby,” he whispers as his fingers dip into your soaked panties, “but you know deep down no one is the same as me, no one knows your slutty little cunt better than I do baby.”
Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as he sinks two thick fingers into your poor throbbing pussy. There’s a sloppy squelching noise that resonates between you two as he fucks his fingers deep inside. You let out shuddery breaths and cling to his shoulders, pawing at him desperately as you tighten your leg that hangs uselessly around his waist.
“Hear that baby? Bet he wouldn’t be able to get that little pussy talkin’, wouldn’t know how you like it fast and hard you filthy slut.” He leaves marks over your neck and shoulder, uncaring that your “date” was still sitting outside waiting for you to come back.
He pounds his fingers knuckle deep, brushing them up against that spot that drives you crazy. Your moans spill from your mouth uncontrollably, they go from breathy and high-pitched to loud and clear. If anyone were to walk in it’s over, for fucks sake the door isn’t even closed!
“J-Jungkook..” Your eyes slip shut and you whimper, “More,” you gasp out and tug him closer. You turn your face and slide your lips against his mouth in a slew of messy kisses and kitten licks, “Please..”
“More?” The palm of his hand smacks against your sopping folds from the force of his movements, driving his fingers in deeper (as much as it allows him to be honest). He pistons them in and out of you quickly, so fast your pussy tightens around the thick digits greedily, your orgasm building in your core steadily from the hot pleasure. “Like this? Or like this?” He purrs as he brushes against your g-spot teasingly.
“Like that..!” You throw your head back and moan, “Oh god…” You whisper, eyes clouded in tears of pleasure.
Jungkook kisses up your shoulder and towards your ear, “Let go for me baby, I got you.” He whispers hotly in your ear, “Cum all over my fingers sweet girl, make it messy like you know how to.” His wrist flicks up, fucking your pussy with his fingers almost like he’s actually fucking you—the same force and brutality.
Your legs quiver, pussy squeezing around his fingers as another dollop of slick runs down his wrist and your inner thighs onto a small puddle that formed during the finger fucking session. “Jungkook..!” You wrap your arms around his neck and press your forehead to his, “Yeah–like that,” you whisper breathily while staring into his eyes, “gonna cum.” You bite your swollen lip and muffle your moans.
Jungkook licks his lips hungrily, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. When he feels your thigh stiffen he slots his lips against yours to swallow your moans and whimpers as you finally cum. You ride out your orgasm on his fingers by grinding back and forth on his hand. Loud whines and cries slip from your lips as you greedily fuck yourself on him, only stopping when your poor cunt throbs from overstimulation.
The air between you two is hot, everything slowly comes to a halt and you feel like you can breathe again. Jungkook’s lips slip from your own with a smacking noise as you slump against the wall whilst panting softly. Jungkook easily follows, leaving gentle little kisses all over your neck to soothe the bite marks he had been leaving prior.
“Mm–off,” you tiredly whine and shove at his arm, “ ‘s too much.” You mumble.
Jungkook lets his fingers slip out from your gaping cunt, he doesn’t bother with cleaning his fingers and merely sucks the digits in his mouth, licking them clean with a devious look on his face. Before you can even think about anything Hoseok suddenly pops back into your head. Your eyes widen when you realize you left him out there all by himself.
“Oh no, no, no,” you mumble out while pushing Jungkook off and scrambling for some toilet paper to clean yourself with, “fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jungkook stares at you with a brow raised given that he’s never heard this many cuss words leave your mouth ever.
“What’s wrong?” He moves to cage you in, “Where you goin’ baby?” He lazily drawls out.
“Back out there,” you snap in annoyance, all this pushing and shuffling around in the tiny ass stall has you irritated and feeling claustrophobic, “I can’t just pretend like Hoseok isn’t out there waiting for me.” You mumble while wiping at your inner thighs.
Jungkook shrugs darkly, “I can.” He says so easily, “C’mon sweetheart, forget about him.. We can go back to my place and I can fuck you so good,” he whispers out while pushing you against the wall, “can fuck you on my bed all night baby.” He grins, “Might not even make it with how sexy you look in this little dress.” He whistles.
“No Jungkook,” you sigh tiredly, “whatever happened just now is a one time thing, it shouldn’t even have happened! Especially here of all places, are you insane?” You shake your head and throw your trash out, “I mean it.” You look up at him, “Now get out of the way please.”
Jungkook licks his lips, “Give me a kiss sweetheart.” He calmly says. You stare at him in disbelief but when he makes no effort to move out of your way you timidly reach up to cup his face and bring him down for a gentle kiss. Jungkook hums softly as he pulls back with half-lidded eyes, “Come home with me.”
“Goodbye Jungkook.” You whisper and push past him as you hurry out of the bathroom. This was so not what you were planning..
+
“Your call cannot be connected, please try again,” A sigh of frustration leaves your lips as you hang up the call and close the app, “This is the fifth time..” You slump over on your sofa mindlessly scrolling through your messages.
It’s been a week since Seulgi suddenly went AWOL on you. You had texted her to see if she was up to go out for lunch but you got no response, and for days now her replies seemed dry and odd. Something just felt completely off with her and now you were tempted to go over to her apartment yourself to see what was going on with her. You prayed and hoped she was okay though, wherever she was.
With a fruitless sigh you toss your phone on the couch and sit there listening to the pouring rain outside. The sky was a gloomy pale blue color contrasting to the city lights below, the people walked on without a single care for the weather. You should know given that you spent your afternoon sitting in front of your large window watching the people and cars down below with a warm mug of tea on your lap.
“Seulgi..where are you.” You whisper softly while curling into your blanket. You’re watching a random tv show when suddenly a loud clap of thunder and everything around you darkens slightly. You sit there in silence staring at the once animated flat-screen. “Greatttt.” You groan out and rub your temples, “Just what I needed, perfect.” You push yourself off the couch and head over to the dinner table to turn on the candles there.
Not even a few seconds pass by when suddenly everything re-animates, you hear the sound of your microwave starting up, the tv turning back on, and the lights once again brightening the entire room. You stand there with the candle halfway in the air, a look of annoyance etched on your features. “Make up your mind will you?” You scoff and head into your room with your phone, intending to re-connect your phone to the wifi along with your other devices.
You turn your computer on with a lazy hum and let it start up while you check your phone’s connection status. You mindlessly tap on the screen, accidentally clicking your bluetooth tab instead of the wifi one. Before you exit the tab you suddenly go still, “Oh?” You see a new name sitting there instead of your usual speaker etc.
“Monitor system: 1.” You read out loud, a brow raising in confusion. Your home first off was huge, these weren’t your regular apartments—no these were massive luxury condos mixed in with penthouses. You lived on the top floor and most condos were separated handsomely with each having their own space to prevent any noise complaints. For there to be a new connection/device around only meant that it was coming from your home directly.
Your neighbor’s walls weren’t nearly as thin for your phone to reach their own wifi radius, let alone their devices. This new device was inside your apartment.
You stride over to your computer with purpose, immediately wasting no time in logging on and opening one of your newest softwares you currently had been using for work purposes. It acted as a signal tracker of all sorts, it was able to get the job done (via IP addresses of certain nearby devices). You waste no time in entering the information you needed, the sound of your fingers diligently typing away at the keyboard filling your otherwise quiet bedroom.
The computer gave you an endless source code, you read along the lines of it and came to find out it was one of those hidden cameras judging by its original source name. You scroll down a tiny bit and your breath hitches in horror, the coordinates it gave you were a mere few feet away. You wouldn’t be able to exactly pinpoint the location but knowing the signal was coming from anywhere inside of your home sent chills down your spine.
Your breathing picks up as you look around your seemingly innocent bedroom, not a thing misplaced or out of sight. You were a minimalist so it wasn’t like you had too much clutter sitting around. It can be anywhere, it can be anywhere, it can be anywhere. You repeated like a mantra in your head as you began tearing apart your bed, shoving at the pillows and comforters.
You have to find it.
. . .
Jungkook swiveled his computer chair side to side while watching the scene in front of him through his brightened computer monitors. He had three sitting around him all showing him different angles and displays. On the screen he gets a clear picture of your panicking form mindlessly throwing things around your room, looking under every crevice and surface—practically tearing your room apart to find his cameras.
“Cute.” He chuckles softly while biting his thumb, “Do you think she’ll actually find them though?” He turns his head to look at his guest with a crazed look in his eye, “Or do you think we’ll have another week with them up? I mean she’s my smart girl, ain’t a computer whiz for no reason.” He mumbles more to himself.
A low whimper—albeit muffled—comes in response, he hears shuffling behind him so he turns his chair around to look at the source of his oncoming headache. “Oh right, I forgot you can’t talk with duct tape on your mouth.” He laughs quietly while shaking his head, “I think I like you better this way though, you were always loud.” He turns back around and goes back to watching you.
“Any day now..”
+
The day that came after the rain was both clear and windy, you found it a perfect time to spend some time at the gym to get some things off your mind (also because you paid a hefty amount of money for this membership might as well?). You started off tame with the treadmills before you went off to some random machine, what you liked about this gym was that it was hardly ever packed. Introverts like you LOVED that.
“I watched a change in you, it’s like you never had wings,” You nod along to the song’s steady rhythm, fully enjoying the guitar in the background. The sweat was building up rather quickly as you paced yourself, you were looking forward to having a good workout today, hopefully last night's events fade away into nothing.
After you had found out about the hidden cameras, yes cameras, you went on a rampage tearing your entire house down. You were desperate to find them, not even the full blown smoking session you had after miserably failing to locate the things could soothe your poor mind and give you a night's rest. You were up tossing and turning, you think you got an hour max of sleep if anything.
Just thinking about how you failed last night is enough to have you pushing through your burning muscles and keep going. You quietly pant in frustration, face twisting in anger as you wipe the sweat from your brow. Today you weren’t going to dilly dally, you were GOING to find those pesky cameras and burn them to hell, along with whoever did this.
So far you had one obvious prime suspect, Jungkook. He knew your passcode to the house first off, put two and two together and you have yourself a (proven) theory, not a hypothesis, a theory. It would make no sense to accuse anyone else you hardly ever needed maintenance done at your place, and if an official from the apartment building came they were quick about it and under strict security measures. That’s why you paid the amount you did for your condo.
It had to be him, who else does some weird shit like this?
A huff of frustration leaves your lips as you stop for a moment to catch your breath. You close your eyes for a few seconds and count to ten before yanking one earbud out and getting up. You turn quickly and gasp when you hit a solid chest, “Shit I’m sor—Jungkook?” You peer at him in confusion and annoyance, “How did you get in here? You don’t even–ugh nevermind get out of my way.” You shake your head.
Jungkook stands there with a proud little grin on his face, arms folded over his chest as his meaty arms on display, “Workin’ hard baby?” He chuckles.
“Was, but you’re here now.” You roll your eyes and walk down the aisle of machines, “What do you want? I’m not in the best mood to deal with your antics today,” you take a deep breath, “in fact you’re the last person I wanna see right now.”
“Who’s the first?” He gives you a shit-eating grin, he ignores the ‘you’re not funny’ look you cast at him, “Relax baby, I’m just playing around. Are you always this tense?” He says as he gently grabs your shoulders and rolls the stiff muscles under his expert hands.
You suppress a tiny moan and roll your shoulders to shove him off, “Jungkook stop, I’m really not in the mood right now.” You mumble out and look at him, “Are you going to let me workout in peace or you going to bother me and waste my time?”
“Just trying to help you relax sweetheart, what’s got you this worked up for hm?” He tilts your chin up with his finger, raising a brow questioningly when you take too long to answer.
You’re stuck looking at him with glossy eyes, you just want to cry and you don’t even know why. You look off to the side and shake your head, “Come.” You grab his hand and lead him to the hallway away from everyone else, “I need you to tell me something and I want the truth Jungkook, I mean it Jungkook because if I find out you lie to me I’m so done with this and I really won’t want you near me.” You plead softly while grabbing his arms, “Are you or are you not the person who put hidden cameras in my apartment? Yes or no.”
Jungkook stands there with a look of surprise on his face, no trace of malice or nervousness anywhere. “No.” He calmly replies, “I would never do that baby,” he pulls you into his arms and runs his hand over the small of your back comfortingly, “what’s going on baby?” He whispers.
You press your cheek against his chest and hide your face, “I found out someone put cameras in my house, they’ve been watching me change, sleep, shower Jungkook.” You choke on a sob while trembling, “And I don’t know what to do. I can't find them, I've looked everywhere for them and nothing’s working!” You whine in frustration while tilting your head to look at him, “What do I do?” You whimper.
“First things first baby we need to go about this calmly or else we’ll be going in circles and go nowhere.” He says and cups your face, “Can you do that for me baby?” He asks softly watching as you nod, “Good girl, we’ll get to the bottom of this okay? I swear.” He presses a gentle kiss to your lips.
Technically you shouldn’t have allowed that, in fact you shouldn’t even be here standing pressed up with him like this. You’re a sucker for comfort though and you need reassurance now more than ever. “I gotta go,” you whisper while pulling away.
He gently tugs you back in by your waist as he leans down with his lips ghosting over yours, “Give me a kiss sweetheart, just one.” He murmurs right before you can protest his request.
You stare at him hopelessly and bring him down for a gentle kiss, resigning to your fate since he’d most likely not let you go without a kiss. Jungkook deepens the kiss, lips moving expertly over your own with a low rumble. He cups the side of your face with his large hand and strokes over your cheek with his thumb. It elicits a moan but you slip from his grip with a wet noise, you bite your bottom lip rather roughly and stare back defiantly at him.
“You said only a kiss.” You whisper.
“I know, but I just can’t resist sweetheart.” He breathes out and hoists you up in his arms, marching down the hall to the private shower rooms.
You attack his neck in a flurry of kisses, biting down on one particular spot as payback for last time when he marked you up. He hisses low and kicks the door open to one of the stalls, immediately turning the water on. Hot water sprays over the two of you and you pull back in panic, “Shit wait my phone!” You yank your headphone out and toss your things under the door and away from the wet tile.
Jungkook doesn’t ease up in fact he pushes you against the wall and begins kissing down the column of your neck, roughly squeezing your ass through your now soaked spandex shorts. “Fuck,” he says in between kisses, “you’re driving me fuckin’ crazy baby, I came three times just thinking about your soaked little pussy on my fingers. Even now you make it so hard to control myself,” he whispers harshly against your throat.
You quiver in excitement at the thought of Jungkook beating it to the mere memory of what happened almost a WEEK ago. It had your clit throbbing pleasantly as you tilt his face to look at you, “You really think about me?” You softly murmur.
He bites his lip with a groan, like your touch is the best thing he’s ever felt, “Fuck yeah baby, every night and day. I think about all the ways I had you in my bed baby, bent over and spread open stuffed full of my cock. I can’t help it, you drive me crazy, you made me like this,” he presses his hard cock against you, “it’s your fault I’m like this baby, so take responsibility.”
You choke on a moan and bite your lip, “Sit over there,” you whisper pointing to the small ottoman in the corner, “now.” Your eyes narrow when he moves a little too slow for your liking.
Jungkook curses under his breath and lets you down, going over to the ottoman and taking a seat. He starts to push his sweats down but you stop him, “I’ll do it.” You fall to your knees on the slippery tile, your smaller hands replace his own and you tug his sweats down enough to fish his cock out.
The mushroomy head peeks out and you want to moan out loud seeing that he went commando. His cock snaps against his stomach with a wet slap, a beady string of precum dribbles out of the head and down his thick veiny shaft. Your mouth waters as you take him in your hand and stroke him slowly, listening to the low moan he lets out as his head rolls back against the wall with a dull thud.
You watch his lewd expressions closely and lean down to let your hot mouth hover over the tip, “Please baby,” he whispers, swallowing harshly. Your thighs rub together to soothe the ache you feel between them, you like this—him begging—it makes you feel like you’re in control for once. Maybe not by a lot but it greatly pleases both you and your ego.
Your lips wrap around the leaking head, tongue coming down to poke at his slit and swirl around the sensitive tip. Jungkook moans breathlessly, watching as you slowly take more and more of his cock into your mouth. Your lips are stretched obscenely around him, like you’re struggling to take him—something he’s always loved whether it be your tight little cunt or your mouth.
Jungkook grips the sides of the ottoman tightly with his knuckles turning white from his grip. You don’t like that one bit so you gently tug his hand and pull it towards your head. He gets the message and immediately buries his hand in your hair, fisting it tightly as he hisses, “Oh fuck,” his lips part as he leans his head back and swallows harshly, “like that baby, feels so fucking good.”
You choke on a whine as you struggle to take the rest of him from the sheer girth and size of him. The tip pokes the back of your throat every so often as you bob your head slowly. You missed having his cock in your mouth, the delicious weight and curve sitting so perfectly over your tongue. You find yourself eagerly swallowing around him, throat constricting around his cock as you coat his cock with a layer of slick and slobber.
“Fuck.” He growls out, his grip is unforgiving and he uses it as leverage to shove your head down on his lap until your nose is touching his pelvis. “Yes,” he gasps out, “like that, suckin’ it so good for me.”
You sputter around him and pull back with a heavy gasp with a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to the head of his messy leaky cock. “C’mere,” he pants, “can I fuck your throat baby?” He rubs his thumb over your glossy lip, “Hm?” You find yourself nodding timidly, lips parting for him as he guides his cock back into your mouth.
This time you feel more prepared for it as you set your hands on his thighs and look up at him with shiny eyes. He bites his lip and starts guiding your head—up-down, up-down—until he’s completely lost in his own pleasure using your throat like a pussy pocket.
Endless strings of “shit” and “fuck” leave his lips as he uses you to get off. A few times he’ll buck his hips up but the gagging noise you make has him settling back down. Your eyes are teary and spit dribbles from the sides of your lips and on to his thighs. The filthy noises your throat makes doesn’t help at all, in fact he’s more turned on by your gagging.
“There you go baby,” he huffs, “my own little cock sleeve, only I get to have you like this huh baby? No one else.” He growls low, “Makes me wanna lock you away some place no one will ever be able to find you in, you’re mine to look at,” he shoves your head down on his lap and holds you there, “mine to fuck,” he lets you come up for air, watching you gasp and take greedy gulps, “and mine to breed.” He darkly murmurs and pushes you back down.
You whine loudly, this shouldn’t be turning you on more than it’s supposed to. Logically this was your cue to get the fuck out of there but you couldn’t. You greedily listened and took in every single word he said and pictured it in your head. Maybe he was right, you were fucked in the head.
Jungkook licks his lips darkly, “Oh? You like that don’t you baby?” His cock twitches in interest, “You like hearing how much I wanna lock you up and keep you away like a doll?” He rolls his hips and you notice how the muscles in his abdomen flex and go taut, “Or how I’m gonna breed you and keep that little pussy full of me until you’re pregnant with our baby?” He whispers.
A long moan escapes your lips as you suck hard, Jungkook’s hands drop from your head as he lets you take control once more and bob your head. You slurp and swallow around him noisily while stroking his soft balls in your hands. You’re getting all worked up now but you’re determined to make him cum down your throat.
“Fuck baby,” he gasps, “gonna cum.” His moans rise in volume until his hand is coming down to hold you in place, face pressed tightly to his hips as he cums hard. Long moans leave him as spurt after spurt of cum shoots down your throat and fills your mouth. You do nothing but happily take it and swallow it.
“Lemme see,” he whispers, breath ragged and chest heaving as he watches you with half-lidded eyes. “Good girl.” He lazily smiles when he sees that you indeed swallowed every last drop of him.
You pant quietly and rub your sore throat, you must look like a mess with your glossy swollen lips and spit in the corners of your mouth. “Jungkook, I—” you were cut off by the sounds of someone entering the showers, heading into one of their own cubicles and starting up the water. You bite your lip and shake your head, you suppose this can wait for another time.
Another time..
+
You’re not the same after what happened in the gym, you might have been in a lust ridden haze but you weren’t insane to think that Jungkook was playing around when he had told you all of that stuff. On one hand you were terrified of him, but a darker part of you was scared he was right. What if you did want him to lock you away like he said he would, you were more terrified of the fact that you had enjoyed his little manic moment.
However as much as you had liked it there was no denying one thing, that he was the one who put those cameras in your home. You weren’t naive, you knew what kind of man you had dated and his obsession with you knew no bounds. He was very much capable of putting those things in your home, everything just screamed his doings.
You hadn’t let him come over to “help” you look for them, instead you spent the next few days looking for them yourself. You deep cleaned every nook and cranny in your place but nothing ended up coming out of it (well at least you had a clean house now). You needed to act fast, the more you waited the more he would spiral out of control. You thought a quick hook up was going to satiate his hunger for you? Wrong.
In the last three days you went back to having more sex than you could think of, and Jungkook was restless. He cornered you outside of your work and then you guys fucked in the private parking lot. He showed up after one of your late night convenience store runs and took you back to his place and fucked you (mind you, you were on very high alert the entire time). Just yesterday he had boldly pulled you to the side in a empty alley way before work and fucked the daylights out of you.
Nothing you said or did could get him to spill accidentally or imply that he was involved anyway with your hidden camera situation. You were desperate to get a reaction out of him, something—anything to get him to slip up. So, you did the next best thing that came up in your head.
You fucked Hoseok right there on your bed, letting him spread you wide and plow your tender little pussy for Jungkook to see.
Your lips part with breathy sighs and moans slipping out of your mouth. Hoseok wasn’t a bad lover by any means, this man knew how to angle his hips and move them at a pace that definitely made your mouth water in arousal. You had one hand tangled in his hair, holding him by the back of his neck with his face tucked away in your shoulder and neck. Hoseok didn’t seem to mind, in fact he was openly moaning into your naked shoulder with his lips dragging over the soft expanse of your skin.
“Seok—right there,” you grip him tighter and bite down on your bottom lip. You hook your chin over his shoulder and stare up at the ceiling in your pleasure filled haze, lips parting in a ‘o’ as no sounds seem to leave you.
Hoseok hugs you closer to his hot body and begins moving with purpose, growling low and muttering curses in your ear. His cock strikes deep and brushes against your g-spot ever so slightly, just teetering on the edge of hitting it. Your eyes slip shut a lewd “mm” leaves you as your nails dig into his back. Hoseok turns his head and captures your lips in his, moaning deep into the kiss while grinding his hips in slow circles.
The filthy noise your pussy makes when he does so has your mouth watering from the sound. You feel more dollops of slick slide down your perineum and between your cheeks on to the bed below. Hoseok sneaks a hand below and rubs his thumb over your throbbing bud, circling the tender button and pressing down to apply pressure.
“Seok..!” You gasp and throw your head back on your pillow.
Through your blurry gaze you come across the same little red dot from before, the one you swore was the source of your undoing. You stare at it for a few seconds until you finally catch it in its blinking moments. You hide your tiny smirk by turning to bury your face in Hoseok’s neck, now you know where at least one of them was.. Won’t be long until you find the next, and the next.
+
You hummed a random tune under your breath while going over the mental list you made in your head on what you needed to buy for the week’s groceries. You’re feeling refreshed and happily fucked out from the night before, you swear you wouldn’t be opposed to another night like that if it ever came down to Hoseok asking you on another date.
You’re smiling to yourself when a rough hand reaches out and yanks you into the alleyway opening, you jump in terror and whip your head up to see who the deranged lunatic is. It’s just Jungkook (thankfully). “What was that for?” You shake your head and give him an exasperated look.
Jungkook looks pissed, like never before and you’re not entirely too sure whether to be scared or turned on by it. “So this is what we’re doing now huh? You finally tired of me after having your fun and leading me on like a dog in the streets?” He says in unbridled rage while looking down at you with a piercing gaze.
You squirm in his hold and try to unlatch his hand but he merely presses you into the wall more firmly and holds you there with flared nostrils. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, now let me go!” You glare, you’ve finally had it with him just tossing you around like a doll and moving you to his liking, “I said let go Jungkook!” You push him roughly and watch as he stumbles back, hitting the wall across from you as he breathes heavy in anger.
“So you’re not going to tell me about that fucker you took into your apartment last night? Hoseok was it? You let that…motherfucker put his hands all over you?” He growls in anger.
There it was, all your suspicions turned true as you stared back at him with wide eyes. How he could have known was obviously only one way, “How did you find out about that?” You softly ask.
“I saw you take him in there.” He stands with his fists clenched tightly. Oh how you should’ve known what a smooth little liar he was.
You had seen this coming in hindsight, he may have the upperhand but you were always a tad bit quicker and smarter than he was. You had made sure to use the private parking underground entrance when you and Hoseok had both gone to your place together, so there was no way of Jungkook knowing at all—well through his hidden camera of course.
“You’re lying.” You softly reply and look down at your phone with a bitter smile, “You don’t fool me Jungkook, you haven’t since the beginning.” The accusation sits on the tip of your tongue as your finger slips and accidentally presses on the call button over Seulgi’s contact. Your phone starts dialing her number and before you can hang up the call you hear it..
A faint buzzing sound in Jungkook’s pocket, growing more and more deafening to your ears as you both stand in a face-off waiting for either of you to say something. Jungkook tries to poorly mask his surprise but it’s too late—you know.
“I have to go now,” you take a step back slowly, “I just remembered a last minute phone call I have to make.” You keep a close eye on his movements while backing out of the alleyway slowly and then turning hot on your heels, you need to get the fuck out of there.
. . .
Jungkook brings the phone out and shuts it off, “Fuck..” He mutters as he paces back and forth while running a hand through his messy hair. You know. Everything he has done up until now has gone to shit, he has to speed things up, yes, there’s no telling what you’ll do now that you know everything. 
“It didn’t have to be this way baby..” He slides his hands into his pockets while walking out of the alley, “If only you would come back,” he chuckles bitterly, “now look what you made me do..” He tosses Seulgi’s phone into the nearby trash.
Jungkook starts singing “do I wanna know” under his breath.
+
You push through the crowds of people on the sidewalk, rushing through the masses with millions of thoughts running through your head. You’re not even sure what the hell you want to do now, you contemplated going to the police but you didn’t have enough evidence to properly accuse Jungkook. If you went in there now they’d just brush it off as another crazy ex story.
Just the thought of him hurting Seulgi made your heart ache in pain as silent tears streamed down your face. Seulgi didn’t deserve this, none of it, it was your fault for having such a crazy ex boyfriend who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Now look where that got you, look where that got her..
“Fuck!” You sob out while pushing your hair out of your face and throwing your phone in pure desperation and frustration. You pace back and forth in your living room with tons of ideas but zero solutions. What were you going to do now? Jungkook was out of his fucking mind and now you were losing yours too.
You knew you had to draw him in somehow, without him growing suspicious of you and your motives. Jungkook wasn’t stupid and you couldn’t try to treat him as such because then he’d for sure lash out and your plans would be ruined. You need to lure him in, if you could somehow get him into your apartment and use it as proof that he broke in then you could go from there.
You take a seat at the dining table with your face buried in your hands, knee bouncing nervously as you take deep breaths. You know what you have to do, you’re just scared. Not of him, but of yourself. A deeper part of you wants him back, and that’s what terrifies you the most. You might not make it out of this, sane you mean.
When night falls you lay there on your bed staring up at the white ceiling with your hands over your tummy. You’re nervous, paranoia rampant in your body as you attempt to calm your nerves. You had thought about it the entire time you made dinner, the food ended up being half eaten since you were too nervous to eat properly. As you laid there only one thing was on your mind: the cameras.
During dinner you had come to the realization that you hadn’t taken the cameras out yet, and that’s when the ingenious plan came to your head. You knew he was watching—probably was right now as a matter of fact—you were going to use just that alone to get him here. How? The only way you knew how.
After lighting up your candles to ease your nerves, you dimmed the lights in your room to a low fuschia pink color. You had showered and picked the prettiest silk nightdress you owned, laying in plain view for his pleasure. With a hitched breath as you slowly bend your knees with your feet planted on the plush comforter. Your legs slowly part as you bring the dress around your hips, you hadn’t bothered with wearing any panties—your cunt laid bare in the open with slick sticking between your soft folds.
You brought your fingers down, swiping through the mess as you moan quietly when creamy slick stuck to your digits. You coated them thoroughly before bringing your fingers up to taste yourself, a low quiet whine leaving you as memories of Jungkook doing the same to you came flashing in your head. You began to imagine it was him feeding you your own slick, long rough fingers shoved down your throat as he whispered obscenities in your ear.
“Good girl,” he’d say.
Your eyes flutter shut as your other hand comes up to cup your tit gently squeezing the mound through your dress. “Suck it baby,” he’d whisper in your ear, “get my fingers nice and wet, there you go–atta girl,” another broken moan escapes as you pinch your hard nipple through the flimsy material.
“Gonna fuck you nice and slow, you’d like that baby wouldn’t you?”
You whisper a breathy ‘yes’ as you move your slick fingers down to your pussy, “Want it so bad,” you moan, “want you so bad Jungkookie,” you mewl out while rubbing the pads of your fingers against your swollen clit. “Want you just as bad as you want me,” you’re not so sure you’re lying there, “need you to take me—make me yours, wanna be yours.” Your back arches as you dip your ring finger into your greedy little puckered up hole.
“Open up for me sweetheart, gonna be a good girl for me?”
“Gonna be the best girl for you,” your head thrashes from side to side as you teasingly fuck your finger in and out of your soaked pussy, “only you baby,” you keen, “no one else, not even Hoseok.” You gasp out as your thighs shake, “Want you to come take me baby, keep me and breed me.” Your lips part in a silent ‘o’ as you fit another finger into your cunt.
Your chest heaves as you angle your fingers upwards to hit your g-spot, your cunt squelches and drips with your frenzied movements. The noises you’re making combined with the wet noises below become white noise, your heart is pounding in your chest and sweat builds on your brow. “Fuck,” you sob out in pleasure while moving your free hand and resting it around your slender neck.
The pleasure heightens as you begin to imagine it’s Jungkook looming over you, hand around your neck and his fingers buried knuckle deep in your sopping pussy. Your toes curl and you find yourself teetering on the edge of your orgasm, it’s right there—just a little more. You pick up the pace until you’re slamming your fingers in and out of your poor cunt, striking your g-spot head on over and over again.
“Go on and cum for me baby, be a good girl and squirt for me, I know you can. There you go sweetheart, get ‘em nice and wet for me,”
A loud sob escapes your lips as you’re locked in place, your pussy quivers and throbs slowly as jets of slick spills from you. You cum harder than ever, vision going white as your pussy throbs and goosebumps form all over your body. You physically have to close your eyes from how strong your orgasm was.
“Jungkook..” You whimper softly and let your fingers slip out of your soaked pussy. You curl up into a tiny ball on your side, panting softly as your eyes droop sleepily. You’re vaguely aware of your surroundings—the candles, the mess on your bed, the slick between your thighs.
You just want to sleep now. With a tired moan you sit up in disarray, looking around your room with dazed eyes. It was now a waiting game on whether Jungkook wanted to show or not, you just hoped you didn’t lose yourself in the process..
. . .
You wake up around midnight delirious and half asleep. After cleaning your room you had settled in for the night and went to bed dreaming of nothing in particular. If anything you were having one of the best nights of sleep before you were woken up by something or rather someone. You sit up half awake while rubbing your eyes to clear the blur from your vision.
Your apartment is deathly quiet, you sit there trying to decipher any noise but nothing comes. A beat goes by and nothing happens. You slump over with a tired sigh, “This is nonsense.” You mutter and get out of bed, you figure a glass of water will do you good and send you right back into your peaceful slumber.
You slip out of your room quietly when you hear it. The front door keypad beeps loudly as someone—or rather Jungkook—punches in the code to your apartment. You freeze mid-way down the hall, staring through the corner of the wall as the door is pushed open and Jungkook’s dark figure steps in. Everything shifts from zero to hundred real quick, you cover your mouth and run quietly down the hall to the guest bathroom, slipping in quietly and standing with your back to the door.
“Shit, shit,” you whisper, you didn’t have your phone and Jungkook was definitely going to stop in your room first before anything. You crack the door open and flinch when you hear Jungkook treading down to your room, pushing your door open slowly as he slips in quietly. You watch with a bated breath, flinching once more when you hear him laugh from inside your room.
“Oh baby is this what we’re going to do now?” He says as he re-emerges with your phone in his hand, “You wanna play a little game of hide and seek is that it?” He coos while whistling as he luckily heads back out in the opposite direction, “Okay baby, we can play your little game if you want.”
You close your eyes and take a deep breath before stepping out quietly, you run back into your room and grab one of your pens from your desk, “Come out, come out wherever you are,” he loudly calls out from the living room. You drop a few pens and hiss as you whip your head up to make sure he isn’t coming.
“Oh baby you must be sick in the head,” he whistles, “making me chase you like a big bad wolf.” He tuts you, “Why don’t you just come out? Just wanna talk.”
You take the opportunity to peek out of your room and throw the ballpoint pen down the hall nearby your guest bedroom door. It hits the marble floor with a loud thud, the noise deafening in your ear as you sit still and wait for him to reply. Jungkook pauses and then you hear his heavy footsteps as he passes by your room and down the hall, “Knock, knock you in here?”
You peek out and make sure he enters the guest room before you slip out and run down the hall, slipping into the open kitchen as you duck behind the marble counters.
“We didn’t have to do this the hard way sweetheart, we both know you want this—us. I saw the little show you put on for me, you looked so fucking good moaning my name like that,” Jungkook says while going into each room one by one, “Bet you wished it was my fingers in your little cunt.”
You peer over the counter, immediately ducking when you see him step back out from the hallway, “Oh the things I wanna do to you,” he whistles, “if you come out now baby all is forgiven and I can show you just how much I loved your little show baby. Don’t you want that? I’ll get on my knees and eat that little pussy out like you deserve.” He says as he steps down to the living room area.
He’s so close, your heart is hammering in your chest right now as you crawl away from the counters and to the hallway again, “I’ll treat you so good, I’ll have you dripping in no time. After I eat your cunt baby I’ll fuck you with my cock just the way you like it. Going to have you stuffed full of my cum like I promised darling.” He’s in the dining room area now.
“So just come out baby,” he says softly, “I’m begging.”
You hear him open the door to your study and you waste no time in quickly standing and making a break for it to the front door. However as you step out from behind the wall Jungkook steps in front of you with a wicked smile, “I got you,” He immediately brings you into his arms and covers your nose/mouth with a white rag.
You scream in terror and begin pounding your fists against his arms, pushing back and trying to buck his hand off your face. Jungkook hushes you gently as he kisses your ear, “It’s okay baby, just let go for me. I got you, everything’s alright.” He purrs gently in your ear while pressing the rag tighter against your face.
Your lungs burn from the lack of air, you hysterically sob and huff through your nose while the fight slowly drains from you. You’re dizzy from lack of oxygen and inhaling the strong ass chemicals. Not once does Jungkook stop comforting you while he holds your limp body. “There you go,” he coos softly, “just close your eyes..”
Your vision begins to fade in and out as you sway, you didn’t notice when his grip on you slowly eased up. The rag was no longer covering your face but the chloroform was doing its job. It made a strong wave of dizziness hit you all at once as you felt yourself fall forward. Jungkook didn’t let you hit the ground, however the last thing you heard was his soft whispering.
“What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way. What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you,” he softly sang.
+
Your eyes flutter open when a stray beam of sunlight hits you across the face from where you’re lying down. The first thing you notice is the windy breeze coming in through the opened window, the white curtains flowy as they move with the wind. You blink through the confusion and slowly turn your head to examine the rest of the room.
Black bars. You inch forward slowly and grab the black metal, looking up to see the same thing above you. Cage. Your breathing picks up as you begin pulling at the metal, growing more desperate by the second as you shake the cage with such force. “No, no, no,” the tears begin to flow before you can even stop them.
A strong wave of nausea and pain wafts over your tired body, you rub at your head to soothe the headache while rattling the cage handle violently. “Somebody help me..! Please, if you’re there please help me!” You sob out while falling limp, forehead pressed to the metal bars in defeat.
A few minutes of your soft sobs filling the room pass by, you perk up when the door creaks open, “Help me please,” you softly whimper while rolling your head lazily to look at this person. Your vision blurs and you blink a couple of times until Jungkook’s standing tall and clear in your peripheral.
“Might have gone a bit too overboard with the chloroform baby,” Jungkook’s face twists in worry as he squats down to your level in front of the cage, “hey, hey shh, it’s okay baby I’m here.” He reaches out to wipe your tears with his thumb.
You flinch violently and yank yourself back so fast it gives you whiplash, “Don’t fucking touch me,” you spit, “what the hell is the meaning of all this?! Tell me right now Jungkook.” You glare tiredly while curling into your side away from his reach.
Jungkook ignores you and instead pushes a glass of water and some food under the cage opening, “I bet you’re hungry, here it’s been a cool minute actually..was kinda worried you’d never wake up.” He chuckles under his breath, “Go on baby, I made your favorite.” He says as he beckons you closer.
“Jungkook,” you softly whisper, “where am I? What did you do to Seulgi—!” You yelp when the cage rattles as he slams his hand against it violently. His friendly demeanor instantly disappears once Seulgi’s name leaves your mouth.
“I’ve never liked that meddling bitch,” he growls, “she’s the reason this entire thing began and ended the way it did! Seulgi didn’t know how to keep her fuckin’ mouth shut and her head out of our business and look what happened!” He shakes his head, “But if you really must know I already let her go so you can stop asking about her. She was useful for one thing at least...won’t be worrying anytime soon about her running her mouth I bet.” He mutters more to himself.
You let out a breath of relief while sagging, “…I won’t forgive you for this Jungkook,” you softly say, “not this time. I gave you so many chances in the past but you never took me seriously and now look at you. You stooped this low because you couldn’t take no for an answer. When will you understand that I do not want to be with you, EVER.”
“You see that’s where the lying comes in,” Jungkook bitterly smiles, “I know you don’t mean that shit because you had so many chances to run to the police or better yet just ignore me and did you? No, so don’t come to me with that shit that you don’t want me because deep down I know it fucking kills you to say that you do miss me and want us.”
You stay quiet and stare back at him, of course he was right. You’re an enabler, you had so many chances to report him for stalking and harassment but did you? Maybe it was you wanting his attention but in the end you had no one to blame but yourself for indulging him and leading him on.
“When you decide to stop lying to yourself we’ll talk,” Jungkook calmly says while getting up, “drink your water and eat your food, you’ve been out for a day and a half.” He says and leaves you to your devices.
You sit there with a blank expression on your face, and the food continues to sit out all night—untouched.
. . .
Jungkook doesn’t keep you in the cage for too long, in fact he lets you out the next day and shows you around the house. It’s a two story in the middle of the woods—far from the city you presume—Jungkook doesn’t let you wander past the glass doors leading to the outside, he keeps it locked with a keypad like the front door. You can only wander around the house and lay all day as the time flies by.
It’s close to a month when you finally ask him what the date is. “Oh.” You look down at your bowl of oats and stare at it like it’s so much more interesting, “So close to a month?” You mumble more to yourself.
Jungkook hums, “Baby the fruit,” he motions to the plates of fruit he cut up for your acai bowl you wanted to make, “flies are going to get all over the food and it won’t be any good anymore.” He says as he pushes a plate of bananas towards you.
“Thanks.” You smile flatly, “Pass me the strawberries too please.” You don’t know why you’re being civil with him, in fact you kind of don’t know why you just don’t feel anything towards him—no anger, no malice, no nothing. You just kind of go back to how things were when you both were together.
Jungkook holds the plate out for you, his knuckles brush against your hand and a pleasant little shiver runs down your spine. Another thing you’ve been having issues with, you were so fucking touch-starved it was like you were itching for him to touch you. Any form of touch you greedily ate it up, however your pride stopped you from seeking him out. You refused to let him know how much he affected you.
“Thanks.” You softly say while tucking your head and distracting yourself with your acai bowl.
Jungkook smiles lovingly, “You’re welcome baby.” He gently kicks your foot with his, reminding you of your stark size difference, how his long legs easily reached yours. You bit your lip harshly, tasting the metallic tang of blood. You just hope you can hold out for longer.
These days you spend lounging around has definitely given you time to think about things. Maybe you’re fucked in the head too but you knew who exactly Jungkook was. You knew the type of person he was then and you most definitely knew now. From the very beginning you were very self-aware of his tendencies and unhealthy obsession. It was something you kept more to yourself.
When people asked if you noticed how strange he was acting you simply turned the shoulder and played the innocent card. Of course you knew, and you fucking loved it. The only REAL reason why you left was because Jungkook wasn’t listening to you and things were starting to look bad on the both of you, people were talking and you didn’t enjoy looking like the fool whenever people asked if Jungkook was planning on actually staying for his therapy sessions.
You had a thing for wanting all the bad things you shouldn’t want.
And it was too late, you had already fallen in too deep to get out.
“What you cookin?” Jungkook lazily asks as he bends low to hide his face in your shoulder, his arms wrap around your middle as he pulls you back until your back hits his chest.
“Was craving ramen.” You softly reply, the question you had already sitting on the tip of your tongue. Jungkook notices your hesitance but doesn’t comment on it, he only turns his face to kiss the side of your neck with a lazy hum. “I was wondering..” You quietly start, “Do you still..smoke?”
Jungkook pauses, “Yeah why?”
You sigh softly as he begins sucking on your neck, “Wanted to see if you could bring some pre-rolls or something. I don’t know why but my nerves have been all over the place lately and I can’t relax.” You lean your head back on his shoulder with a noncommittal hum.
Jungkook chuckles quietly, “Don’t worry baby, I have some bud stashed away. We can smoke some together right now if you want to?” He sways side to side with you, “How does that sound, hm?” He drops his head on your shoulder once more.
You nod, “Perfect.”
Jungkook has the blunt ready when you both finish eating. He lights it and hands it over to you, “Smoke as much as you want, I’ll roll another one if you finish that one.” He says as he lays back on the couch lazily while scrolling through the selection of movies and shows. You dive right in without hesitation and relax on the couch as you fill the air between you two with clouds of white.
You both pass the blunt back and forth until there’s no more of it left and you’re both staring at the TV with half-lidded eyes. Jungkook has his hands crossed behind his head as he watches whatever tv show he put on. “C’mere baby,” he smacks his lips, “wanna hold you.”
You obey easily, slipping into his lap as you lie down on top of him with your head over his heart. You listen to his heartbeat with a soft sigh, “Do we have cookie dough, wanna make some cookies.” You murmur softly while closing your eyes.
Jungkook grunts, “I think.” He replies, “Maybe, check.” He rubs your back and drops his hand down to your ass, resting it there for comfort as he squeezes your cheek through your velvet shorts.
“I will.. Give me a second.” You reply, Jungkook hums in response and everything goes quiet after that. Soon his little butt pats stop and Jungkook lays there peacefully sleeping under you. Your tired eyes drift over to him and then the front door, you close your eyes and hold your breath. It was now or never. Weed wasn’t nearly enough to make someone completely knock out for sure but you think back to the small pill bottle sitting innocently in the cupboard.
. . .
Jungkook sleepily smacks his lips as his eyelids flutter open, his vision is blurry and it takes a few minutes of blinking for him to adjust to the bright lights. He hears cupboards being slammed, drawers opened and then shut. He makes a noise of confusion and looks over with a confused look, “Baby?” He rasps out.
Your head whips over to him, “You’re awake.” You walk over calmly and hold a glass of water, “Drink.” You hold the cup up to his lips, “You’re gonna need your voice right now.”
“Huh? What for?” He notices his hands are tied behind his back on the chair, he looks down to see ropes tied around his legs as well. He looks back at you with realization coming over his face, “Baby?”
You force the cup into his mouth and make him drink the water, some of it spills out the sides of his mouth as he sputters and coughs. “Now, tell me what the code for the front door is Jungkook.” You stand in front of him with a stony expression.
Jungkook quietly chuckles, “And why exactly would I do that for hm? You think it’s that simple baby, how cute. Now untie me and all is forgotten,” he leans his head back with a long sigh, “C’mon, don’t you wanna go back to cuddling and watching that movie sweetheart? Promise I’ll even make it nice and warm for you.” He smirks devilishly.
You let out a breath of desperation and irritation, “I’m not playing around right now Jungkook. Either you give it to me now or I break through the windows and leave you here tied up.”
Jungkook looks at you with a dopey grin, “Go ahead, the nearest bus stop from here is three hours away. Won’t take long before I find you and bring you home with me baby.” He licks his lips and eyes you up and down, “Though I must say, you’re really doing wonders to me with those little shorts baby.” He purrs.
You close your eyes and count to five, “Fuck you Jungkook.” You whisper out while pacing back and forth in front of him.
“I’m righttttt here, all you gotta do is pull my cock out—” His face whips to the side as you slap him in pure anger, “and sit right on it.” He finishes with a smirk as he looks at you calmly, “Better yet, untie me, it’s the pent up stress right? I’ll give it to you so good if you just untie me baby. We can take it to the bed and have a nice night you and I,” he licks his lips.
You grab the sides of your head as you scream out in frustration, “You make my life a living hell! It’s all your fucking fault I’m like this, I couldn’t sleep for months after I left you and then you appearing out of the blue wasn’t helping me! I would have been one hundred percent better off without you coming into my life at all, you ruined me! I tried Jungkook,” you whisper, “I really did but none of them were you. No one compared, not even Hoseok. They couldn’t give me what I wanted and it’s all your fault,” you grit your teeth and stomp over to straddle him, roughly cupping his face, “so take responsibility.” You hiss.
Jungkook licks his lips as his eyes drop down to your lips and then you, “So take it,” he whispers, “take what you want.”
You stare at him for a few minutes before smashing your lips against his in a rough teeth-clashing kiss. Jungkook moans and leans into the kiss, chasing after your lips as you both roughly move against each other. He hisses when you bite down on his lower lip and tug gently. “Baby—”
“Shut the fuck up.” You glare while reaching below to push his sweats down his thighs and around his knees, “You don’t get to baby me,” you briefly stand to shove your shorts down, “not after all the hell you put me through these months. You have any idea how much I wanted you?” You climb back on to his lap once your panties come off, “No—you don’t.”
Jungkook’s mouth gapes open as he watches you lick your fingers and bring them down between your soft thighs, “So no, you’re not going to take this from me. You’re going to sit there and watch me fuck myself,” he moans loudly when the words leave your lips, “and you’re not going to touch me until I say so. If you try to rush or beg me I’m going to gag you, understood?”
“Yes baby.” He whispers back.
You circle your clit slowly with the tip of your finger to ease some tension you had. Jungkook’s eyes flicker down to watch you as you work your fingers over your clit slowly. You bite your lip to suppress your moan, thighs spreading a tiny bit more around his hips to give him more access.
“I thought about you a lot, you know?” You softly sigh while rolling your hips slowly, “Can’t tell you how many times I fucked myself thinking about you..” You cut off with a loud moan as you pop a finger inside your sopping little cunt.
Jungkook bites down on his lip as he looks up to watch your face closely, “I even imagined it was you whenever I fucked someone else.” You whisper darkly in his ear while pumping your finger in and out, “Hoseok could never, didn’t even compare to your cock.” You bite his earlobe teasingly while reaching down to wrap around his cock with your free hand.
“Fuck baby,” he whines, “let me out, c’mon, I’ll fuck you so good.” He pleads softly.
You squeeze your hand around his throbbing shaft, “What did I say?” You whisper, relishing in his pained moan, “If you’re good for me I’ll let you fuck me..all, night, long.” You peck his cheek. It’s enough for Jungkook to quieten down as he pants softly. You grin in satisfaction and pop your finger out, “Open.” You press against his lips.
Jungkook easily opens his mouth and you slip your finger in, he greedily sucks and swirls his tongue around the wet digit before letting go with a low pop after he cleans your slick off. You giggle quietly and run your thumb over the head of his cock, “Missed your cock baby,” you softly smirk, “missed how well it fills me up, how fat and big it is…just right for me.” You aim the weeping head over your folds, rubbing him back and forth as you smear your slick around.
Jungkook throws his head back, “Yeah?” He breathes out, “Why don’t you slip it in baby? Fuck yourself on my cock, nice and slow.”
You let the tip catch on your hole, prodding at you stubbornly as he threatens to slip inside. “Do me a favor baby..” You whisper, watching his eyes brighten as he perks up, “Shut the fuck up.” You bring him in for a kiss, effectively shutting him up while you press his cock into you.
Your hips raise and slowly inch downwards as you slip his fat cock inside, you moan against his lips as his cock slowly slides inch for inch. You let his cock go and wrap your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as you slowly come to a halt once you sit down on his lap bottomed out. Jungkook groans low through his teeth, eyes squeezed shut as he shakes from being held back by the ropes.
“Fuck,” you sigh in pleasure while circling your hips, “so good..” You bounce on his cock lightly, the fat of your ass jiggling as you move up and down, side to side. Jungkook’s face twists in pleasure as he leans his head back. You lick your lips and watch him with close eyes, “You like that Jungkookie? Love how tight I feel around you baby?”
“God yes,” Jungkook whispers as he shudders, “love having your little pussy wrapped around my cock. Wanna stay like this forever.” He groans out, “C’mon baby, untie me and I’ll fuck you just the way you deserve. Gonna have you screaming and crying all over my cock.”
You mewl loudly and bounce faster on his lap, the very thought of him fucking you like he’s promsing is tempting you to untie him. But just as quickly as the temptation came, it goes. You end up slamming your hips down until your ass slaps against his thighs loudly, his cock slams deep and hits your g-spot. “Mmm..!” You throw your head back.
Jungkook hisses in pleasure as he mindlessly begs for you to let him go, he alternates between loud moans and slurred words. Your thighs begin to ache rather quickly and your pace begins slowing down. You switch from bouncing to grinding, rocking your hips quickly and in ways that have him gasping for more.
The poor chair begins creaking under the weight of you both, loud squelches fill the room as slick dribbles down your pussy and his cock to his balls. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan as you stop to press down and work your hips in circles of eights. “Oh fuckkk..” You whisper out as your thighs tremble, “Jungkook..!” You squeal as your orgasm takes you by surprise.
Jungkook in that moment manages to untie the knots around his wrists, he pulls you closer on his lap while biting down on your shoulder, “Untie my feet, right now.” He growls, “I played your little game now it’s my turn.”
You mewl shakily and reach down to pull both knots free, he wastes no time in lifting you up as he carries you to the table, bending you over the surface. You gasp in surprise when his hand swoops down to smack you hard across your ass. “Stay still.” He growls as he lines his cock up with your pussy and shoves it in one go.
Your mouth falls open as he begins plowing your pussy like no tomorrow. Jungkook grips your hips tight while smacking his hips into your ass, watching as your cheeks collide with his pelvis. He grunts with effort and reaches down to bring the hem of his shirt up to his mouth, biting it as he holds it up to watch the way his cock disappears into your drenched pussy.
“Jungkook..!” You cry out, “P-Please, ‘s too much,” you drool while gripping the edge of the table.
The table screeches loudly as it shakes from the force of his thrusts. Jungkook reaches around to pinch and rub at your sensitive clit, ignoring your squeals and pained moans. His balls slap against your folds with wet pap sounds, you can tell by the way his pace is stuttering that he’s close to coming too. You purposely clench around him, relishing in the muffled moan he lets out.
He grabs at your hip bones painfully, digging his fingernails in as his hips stutter in their movements. He slams in once, twice, and finally a third until he goes still. His cock throbs and twitches violently as his cum fills you spurt after spurt. He releases a long moan, idly grinding in to milk his cock/orgasm.
“Fuck..” You whisper breathlessly while laying on the table with your cheek against the wood, your eyes glazed over.
Beats of silence pass by until Jungkook’s leaning over to whisper in your ear, “You’re mine baby.” He says while kissing your ear and neck.
You hum quietly and lean into his touch, “I love you.” You softly whisper, no longer against the idea of loving and wanting to be with him. Jungkook hums back, he sounds pleased with your answer as he smooths his hands over your hips. You close your eyes tiredly and lick your dry lips, hearing him utter back to you.
“I love you too baby.”
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You drowned out the sounds of the people laughing and cheering in the background. You looked around the brightened room with a smile on your red painted lips, greeting some of the on-goers as they passed by you. Tonight was somewhat of a special night for you—your birthday. All your friends and family surrounded and showered you with endless gifts and praises.
However none were Jungkook.
He was pressed up against your back just laughing and talking with friends, catching up if you will. “Me and y/n decided to work things out you know? We took a last minute trip out of town and rented out a cabin to get away from everything you know?” He said.
You merely smile when they turn to look at you, “We decided to get back together.”
Everyone cheered and congratulated you both, however one person in particular stood back from the others. Seulgi. She hadn't been the same since Jungkook let her go, you can see just how much it affected her seeing him. Although Jungkook swore to you he didn’t harm her physically, the damage was already done mentally.
Seulgi stood far back from the others, eyeing you and Jungkook with both distaste and fear in her eyes. She hadn’t made a move to come talk to you at all, but you didn’t care. If anything you continued on like nothing was happening, like there wasn’t any animosity between you, her, and Jungkook. She knew better.
Jungkook smugly turns to look at Seulgi, raising his glass of wine at her as a toast before taking a sip. He curls his hand right over your tummy, where the tiniest of bumps hides underneath your dress. Seulgi can only turn away, if only they knew just how far Jeon Jungkook was willing to go in the name of love.
If only they knew the secrets you chose to keep..
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A Father's Son [Part 3] - Miguel O'Hara w/ Teenage Spider Son Reader
Summary: I gathered my personal documents and the Sleeper Symbiote given to me by my mother, and made my way to The Spider-Society for the final time. Using the Gizmo Watch, I teleported to Earth-121, a world where neither I nor Sleeper existed. Here, I began my new life, only to unexpectedly encounter someone I never thought I'd see again.
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[Earth-928 / Spider-Society / Main Hub]
My fingertips touched the surface of Miguel's Research Tablets, the information I was seeking was right before me but I needed time to look through it all. He made notes on possible locations for finding Orphaned Versions of my Late Sister, Gabriella, but there was something preventing him from collecting her in each world. That's when my eyes locked with the keywords of Earth-121:
Critical Notes: The Boy doesn't exist in this universe nor does any other Spider-Person, it would be a waste of time to look in this universe for a replacement of Gabriella.
'Perfect.' I thought as I lifted my Gizmo Watch to my face and locked in the coordinates and waited before the red glitching portal appeared before me. I took an exhale before I stepped into the portal and went through the flow of the portal's pull before I reappeared on the other side - standing on the building of newspaper building. I slid the Gizmo Watch off my wrist and placed it on the ground before I stomped on it, shattering it into pieces. I looked at the place around me before I used the ladder on the side to reach the alley to the side of the building. First things first - I needed to make a residence for myself. Hopefully, they had some move-in on the same-day apartments.
[About 3 Hours Later]
"So, you've moved from overseas where your parents live and came to New York for a new life of your own. Aren't you kind of young to make that choice of your own?" The Apartment Manager asked as we walked to my new apartment unit with a clipboard to her chest and the keys to the apartment connected to the clipboard.
"I was sick of living with my parents, they were too...divided and they expected me to always break up their fights, so I decided to leave and have my life as my own," I said as I followed her with my hands in my pockets.
"That's an understanding path to take, young man; hopefully you will have a better life here. Now, allow me to tell you the rules: There really aren't any rules in this unit but as long as you don't take anything that isn't yours, you won't have any issues with your neighbors. You can have parties if you want but please keep in mind that there are elderly people that live on this floor. Your rent is due every month on the 4th but you paid for your rent for 5 months so you're good." We stopped at the door as she took the keys off the board and held them out to me. "Here are your keys and please enjoy your stay with us."
"Thank you, Madame," I said as I took the keys, opened the door, and walked inside - it was bare but it was finally mine. I better go get some new furniture.
[Another Hour Later]
"Okay, so that's the sofa, loveseat, armchair, rug, coffee table, and bedroom set for delivery. Is there anything I am missing?" The Seller asked as he looked at you with a smile on his face.
"No, that's everything. Now, how much is the first installment and delivery fee?" You ask as you reached into your pocket and pulled out your debit card before handing it to the man, he pressed the price into the machine before sliding the card, and the signal light lit up, showing that the payment went through before he handed you the card and the receipt into your hands.
"Okay, we'll deliver it at the end of the day when the traffic isn't so bad." The Seller said.
"Perfect. I can go do some grocery shopping before heading back home. See you later, sir." You said as you waved your hand at him before placing your card back in your wallet.
"Something is amiss," Sleeper said from the depths of your mind.
"What makes you say that, Sleeper?" You ask as you looked around to see anything wrong when you took a deep breath through your nose and the scent of blood in your nose, running, you found yourself in an alleyway with a single body in it - a young girl with long brown hair and her eyes closed as she cried - she had scratches on her body, somewhere still leaking blood; she looked like she had been in a fight and ran away with no shoes on. Honestly, she looked like you but as a female.
"Hey, are you alright?" You asked as you walked over to her - she jumped in fear and looked at you with her brown eyes - eyes that you were too familiar with.
'Gabriella. She's in this world too. But, what does she look so...hurt?"' You thought as you kneeled before and looked at her with your tender brown eyes.
"Hey, it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you. My name is [Name]. What's your name and why are you in this alley?" You asked the girl as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
"My...My name is Gabriella and I was bullied by some kids in my former neighborhood for not having parents or siblings." The girl - Gabriella - said as she hugged her knees to her chest.
"What happened to your parents?" you asked her
"Father died a long time ago but my mother ran away with another man after he died I was living in our old apartment until the landlord made me leave. I've been living on the streets since.
"Gabriella...would you like to live with me and I could be your elder brother?" You asked her as you held your hand out to her, "I can't be your father but your eyes remind me of a sister that I lost a long time ago. I would give you shelter, food, water, clothes, and the love of a brother. Do you accept?"
Gabriella looked at your hand before looking into your eyes and reached for your hand before nodding. You rose to your feet and pulled her off the ground before picking her up and walking out of the alley with your new little sister. You knew that since you didn't exist in this universe to begin with, it wouldn't cause a collapse; Miguel's Notes were helpful, in some way.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Partner?" Sleeper asked from the depths of your mind.
'I'm not going to leave her alone in this world, if I can help her, I will; what kind of big brother would I be if I didn't?' You asked Sleeper.
"Makes sense, let's hope O'Hara doesn't come to this universe." Sleeper said before saying, "I'm hungry, when can I eat some bad people?"
'Tonight. We'll go on patrol tonight.' You thought while carrying a sleeping Gabriella back to your home.
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Bernard x Elf!Reader - Chapter 2 - One Cup of Cocoa
A/N: An author’s note isn’t exactly necessary for this chapter, but I just wanted to say I plan to post a new chapter every day until the day after Xmas! The timeline of this fic directly coincides with how many days there are until this year’s Xmas! Also lmk if you guys are interested in me making male/nb versions of this fic! P.S. Sorry for posting this so close to midnight I lost track of time :,)
There’s one week until Christmas, which always throws the elves of the North Pole in for a loop. People all over the world are traveling for the holidays so Bernard and Santa are busy trying to find the new addresses to deliver gifts to. The last of the toys are being hurriedly made, causing a few injuries around the workshop, which means you can no longer afford to spend the whole day with baby animals like you’d hoped. Now, you had to fill in all around the workshop. Though, you weren’t surprised, The week before Christmas was always like this. There’s always a distinct difference between 8 days left and 7. You were just glad you and Bernard got to relax a little before crunch time.
You went down to the conveyor belt to begin working on a toy train. You were careful, but quick. You were just about finished with the task when you were called over to the candy station to make stocking stuffers. You quickly handed off the train to the elf next to you and ran over to help make candy canes. You immersed yourself in the craft of candy making. You wore special gloves to protect your hands and carefully spun out beautiful and delicious confections. You were back and forth between candy and toy making for a bit before being sent outside to help mitigate polar bear traffic. You bundled yourself up, wondering why you were suddenly on traffic duty. You walked out to see Bernard directing elves to different tasks. You hadn’t seen him since the night before. He turned to face you, a hint of both surprise and joy in his expression. “Y/n!” He exclaimed as you walked over.
“Morning Bernard! What sent an elf out of commission for traffic control?” You questioned, to which his eyes widened thinking about the answer.
“A polar bear stepped on him. He’s fine now, but the sight of him spilling his guts onto the snow wasn’t pretty.” He said, shaking his head. You cringed as the image of that moment entered your head. “Be extra careful, alright?” He requested, looking concerned at the thought of something like that happening to you. You nodded, worried about that yourself.
“Don’t worry, I will be.” You assured, before getting to work and taking note from the actions of the other elves around you. You weren’t exactly used to this task, not that you hadn’t done it before, but it’d been a few years. Bernard stayed outside working with other elves, making sure the reindeer were fed and whatnot, but he still made a point to keep an eye on you while you navigated your way through the flow of traffic. He was nervous, he worried about you getting hurt, but you did well, and soon someone else was there to take your place. Eventually, you got a chance to return to caring for the baby animals, but it only lasted about a half hour before you were back at the toy conveyor belt.
By the end of the day, you felt entirely worn out, after all the running around you’d been doing you felt as if you could barely stand to walk anymore. Then, as you were about to pass out by a pile of fresh butterscotch, Bernard walked by and noticed you. His expression softened from one of intense focus to one of sympathy. You were much more easily exhausted than he was, he’d always known this, and he wanted to make sure you wouldn’t pass out with your head on a table and wake up with a neck cramp. He shook you awake and slumped your arm around his shoulder, getting you to stand up out of your seat. You woke up quickly, and realized what was going on. “Wait, I have more butterscotch to make, that batch wasn’t done yet.” You mumbled, and he continued to walk with you.
“Tomorrow.” Was all he responded with, and the two of you walked out of the workshop. The cold night air shocked you, and suddenly you were completely awake and ready to walk on your own. Bernard let you go, and stuffed his hands in his pockets as you continued to walk together.
The walk to your house was quiet, you were looking around at your surroundings, and Bernard was looking at you. When you noticed this, you decided to break the silence. “Today was hectic.” You stated with a chuckle.
He nodded and hummed, “Mhm, it sure was. How was traffic?” He asked as if he didn’t already know the answer.
“A little nerve-racking, but I managed to help out well enough.” You spoke with a shrug.
“That’s good- not good that it was nerve-racking, but it’s good you managed.”
“Yeah, though I much prefer jobs inside the workshop.” You spoke with a sigh.
“I can make sure you aren’t assigned outside jobs in the future if you’d like.” Bernard suggested, which made you instantly shake your head.
“No, it’s okay, you don’t have to do that. I wasn't saying that to get out of doing the job, just because I like some tasks better than others doesn’t mean I’d ever try to skip out on a task where I was needed. That wouldn’t be fair to the other elves.” You explained. “You’re the head elf, you out of anyone understands always doing everything asked of you every day without complaint.”
Bernard laughed abruptly, “Oh, I complain all the time. Believe me, if I had the option to skip out on a few tasks, I would.”
“Well, you don’t have the option, so I shouldn’t either.” You spoke decidedly.
Bernard smiled softly for a moment before speaking, “Well, I thank you for your solidarity.”
The two of you arrived at your door for the second night in a row, and you felt like you weren’t ready to see him go. “Why don’t you come in for some hot cocoa?” You suggested. Bernard wanted so badly to say yes right away, but he had other responsibilities. “I can’t, I have to go back to the shop and finish some paperwork. I’ll see you tomorrow though, alright?” He turned to leave, practically tearing his eyes away from you. Then you grabbed onto his sleeve, and he knew he didn’t stand a chance. He was going in for a cup of cocoa, and there was not a single piece of paperwork in the North Pole that could prevent that.
“Please. Just one cup and a little bit of company? I’ve hardly seen you all day.” You pleaded. The two of you were so close and yet lost so much time together to the work you had to do all year, every year in preparation for Christmas. Any small moment together meant the world to you. You trusted each other with your life, your deepest, darkest secrets, your strangest thoughts. There was no one you cared for more than Bernard, and there was no one he cared for more than you.
He sighed and dropped his head. “It’s impossible to say no to you.” He admitted aloud, before turning back around and walking into your house.
Bernard sat by the fireplace while you made a batch of hot cocoa on the stove. The warmth of the fire was felt throughout your small home, and it calmed you as a stark contrast to the way the bitter night air made you feel. You based your recipe off of Judy’s, who was of course the hot chocolate expert, but you liked to add a candy cane into yours. You knew Bernard liked the candy cane too, with some marshmallows on top.
You handed Bernard’s cocoa over to him and sat down. He was watching the fireplace intently, like he had a lot on his mind. “What’s up?” You asked. He snapped out of his trance and looked at you, stirring his cocoa with the candy cane as he thought about his response. In truth, he was thinking about you, and work. He was always thinking about you and work. For years, he contemplated when would be the right time to tell you how he felt, and he always thought about doing so on Christmas, but every year, when Christmas came, he couldn’t find the courage. Though, as of late he wondered how much longer he could hold this secret in. He trusted you with everything, except his heart, and in a way that made him feel like he was betraying you. From your perspective, if Bernard kept any secrets from you, you were completely oblivious. Of course you felt deeply for him, but you never tried to explore the idea of having romantic feelings for him. You saw him as your best friend only, and you assumed he felt the same.
“Oh, nothing, I’m just uhh.. nervous about Christmas approaching, and I hope I get everything right this year.” He said, which was true, it just wasn’t the whole truth.
“You always get everything right, try not to overthink it.” You insisted, subconsciously copying him by stirring your cocoa as well.
He laughed, “Me? Not overthink? Please, you’ve known me what, 800 years? When have you ever known me to be someone who doesn’t overthink?”
You laughed with him, “Fair point, but hey, better late than never, right?”
His laughter faded into a rested smile, “Yeah, better late than never.” He said as he looked towards you.
The two of you made eye contact, and as you looked into his eyes, all you could think to say was, “Your eyes look like pools of honey in the light of the fire.” You always had something to say that just made him fall even more in love with you. “They say eyes are the window to the soul, guess that means your eyes are exposing how sweet you really are.” He wanted to kiss you so badly. It took everything in him not to. The only thing stopping him was the deep seated fear of losing you.
“You’re too kind to me. What did I do to deserve that?”
“Hey! Don’t do that, you deserve every bit of kindness sent your way.” You chuckled and shook your head, “What did you do to deserve kindness?” You paraphrased, “Everything you’ve done since the moment we met is something you’ve done to deserve my kindness. I mean, you don’t have to do anything to deserve my kindness, you existing is enough for that.” He had no idea what to say, so he just smiled and looked into the fire thoughtfully. No one ever talked to him with the level of sincerity that you did. Even if he had to spend the rest of his life hiding his feelings for you, he would still die happy knowing he had someone in his life that cared for him that much.
The two of you chatted for a while about work, you told him about the gossip you’d heard about some of the other elves, which you made him promise not to share with anyone else, and in turn he told you about some drama between Mr. and Mrs. Claus, which was of course not incredibly dramatic, but it was entertaining. After a while of talking and slowly sipping your now cold chocolate, you began feeling a little drowsy. Once you finished your drink, you set your cup beside you and stared into the flames before you. Bernard was still sipping on his cocoa, hesitant to finish because he knew once he did, it would be time for him to go. While he was thinking of something new to talk about, you were falling asleep, and as you dozed off, you laid your head on his shoulder. Bernard immediately set his drink down and wrapped his arms around you for support, letting your head fall onto his chest. He hoped you wouldn’t wake up for fear that you might hear the alarming rate at which his heart had begun to beat. For a few minutes he just let you sleep on him, and all he could think about was how much he wanted the rest of his nights to be like this.
Once he was sure that moving you wouldn’t wake you, he lifted you up and set you in your bed, before pulling a blanket over you. He picked up both of your mugs off the ground, finally drank the last of his cocoa, and then cleaned them in the sink before putting them back in the cupboard, after that he put a gate in front of the fireplace before heading out the front door, and before he shut it he whispered, “Goodnight, Y/N.”
#bernard x reader#bernard the elf#bernard the elf x reader#x reader#the santa clause#the santa clause 2#fanfic#fanfiction#fem reader#david krumholtz#y/n#chapter 2
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GENSHIN MEN WITH LYRICS FROM ALL TOO WELL (10 MINUTE VERSION) (TAYLOR'S VERSION) [PART 1]
SYNOPSIS — various scenarios with genshin characters and lyrics from all too well (part 2 soon!)
CHARACTERS — albedo, ayato, childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, xiao, thoma (w/ gn!reader)
INCLUDES — angst, fluff, breakups, domestic life, deaths, a mix of modern au and original setting, failed proposal, albedo losing control, reader aging old, secret affairs, reader settling in for less, noble!reader at one scene
NOTES — i added a little bit of champagne problems with dilucs second part, i hope you don't mind :")) and i also decided to split this in half since its getting long. oh and every character has two scenarios each, the others are on the part two.
“I walked through the door with you, the air was cold. But something 'bout it felt like home somehow.”
Snezhnaya was cold, you thought. It was a whole new environment for you after living in liyue for your whole life. But seeing CHILDE's smile and excitement somehow made the coldness dissapear in an instant.
He have always wanted to take you here, in his homeland, and now, it is finally happening. He can't help but grin widely at the thought of his family finally meeting you after knowing you from his letters.
“You seem happy, 'jax.” He turned to look at you before letting out a small laugh. His cheeks were rosy pink from excitement and coldness.
“I am definitely happy! I can't wait for you to meet my parents and siblings. Im sure they'll love you too!” He answered as he held your hand and warm them up then fix your coat.
Just the thought of meeting his family got you all nervous. But when you finally met them, all of the worries seems to fade away as they happily welcomed you. Asking you questions and telling stories about the younger Ajax.
You feel loved and warm by his family. They're full of bright people.
Ajax smiled to himself as he watched you chattering with his family. He leaned on the door and let out a sigh of relief.
This is what he want, for you to be one with his family.
“Oh, your disposition and my wide-eyed gaze. We're singing in the car getting lost upstate.”
KAZUHA is an awestruck prose. He seemed to be always held your heart captive whenever he open his oh so sweet lips, and he seem surreal to you.
He can always make you feel fine in a second, and he always go with the flow with you like right now, he hums along the song that is playing in your shared earphones while you sing quitely under your breath. He finds it adorable as he continued humming along the tune with you. He wished the moment to last more.
“And I know its long gone and that magic's not here no more and i might be okay, but I'm not fire at all.”
Your relationship with the calvary captain, KAEYA, has ended weeks ago, the reason for the said separation is falling out of love... He said.
You don't want him to feel forced in this relationship that's why you chose to let him go and be free on his own.
Your sudden break up with the young man has caused a gossip in the city. After all, he is very well known and your relationship with him was not that really private. Everyone just seem to find out and neither of you denied it.
For days and weeks, people keep asking you ‘why did you break up’ and ‘are you okay?’ You can only nod at them for them stop asking you already because you were getting tired telling people that you're okay.
truth to be told, you might be okay but you're not fine at all.
You also don't know why he suddenly proposed a break up with you. You don't believe that he just fall out of love like that. There must be a deeper reason behind it that he won't tell you.
“Cause there we are again on that the town street. You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over me.”
DILUC was always clumsy when it comes to you. He seem to cant take his eyes off you. Even now, he didn't noticed that the traffic light went red already. He only stepped on the break when you shouted at him to.
Oh archons, he was whipped.
He apologized many times to you and promised to be more careful. You can only laugh at the blushing red-haired man and pinched his cheeks which made him burning red.
“I'll accept your apology once you stop looking at me while driving, okay?”
That one... he can't promise.
“Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red. You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-sized bed. And your mother's telling stories 'bout you on the tee-ball team.”
THOMA's cheeks turned red when he saw you focusing on the photo album that his mom showed you. He sighed before sitting beside you while he placed the tray that contains snacks on the table.
“Are you done looking at it?” He asked as he closed the photo album and placed it on the table.
“Oh come on! I wasn't even done!” You exclaimed at him.
“It's embarrassing, okay?” He murmured while he took a bite of cookies that his mother made and subconsciously pouted at you which made you coo at him.
“What's there to be embarrassed about? You're adorable as a child!” You protested as you opened the photo album again and pointed at the picture of him grinning widely with his rosy chubby cheeks at five years old. “Look!”
He shook his head and continued eating while trying to calm down his pacing heart and flushed cheeks.
“Oh dear, do you want me to tell you the story of when he cried because his plant died and how he tried to revive it at the age six years old?” His mom entered the view and smirked at you and your lover.
“Ma!”
“Really!? Please do!”
“You told me 'bout your past thinking your future was me.”
When DILUC told you about his past, he was sure that he loves you beyond anything and all he really wants is to have a future with you in it.
He let you see the vulnerable and broken parts of him that he never let anyone see, except you. He wants to be bare open to you about everything about him; his life and him. He believes that being true to your lover is one of the fundamentals of a happy future.
He is happy with you. He loves you. He wants a future with you in it. Everything was already planned and all he needs to do is to ask your hand for a marriage.
But what he didn't expect is for you to ask him to separate ways. You told him there were alot of things that needs to be fixed and that includes you.
You believed that you're unworthy for him after hearing about his past. You believed that there is someone that can heal him and that someone isn't you. You saw as his world slowly revolves around you to the point that he can—and will—sacrifice his life for your eternal happiness.
And you don't want that. You don't want him to lose his life for someone like you... But now, it is slowly happening.
Unbeknownst to you, you didn't see that you are his last hope. That you are more than important to him. That you are his eternal happiness. That you are the one who keeps him sane. That... you are his life.
With you, everything is possible.
However, none of it matters right now as you dropped his hand and left him out there standing as crestfallen slowly lands on him...
“And then you wondered where it went to as I reached for you but a felt was shame, and you held my lifeless frame.”
ALBEDO can only have himself to blame for everything that happened to you. He blamed himself for allowing a relationship to sprout between you two. He blamed himself for not giving you enough time and love. He blamed himself for not paying attention on you. He blamed himself for neglecting you a lot of times.
He blamed himself for losing control...
The times that you tried to reach out to him after realizing that your relationship is slowly crumbling. The times that you were left sobbing at his outrage and ignorance. But you endured it all because that's always how Albedo is. You kept everything to yourself.
He regretted it. He regretted it all as he now held your lifeless body that he caused. He shouted and screamed for you to wake up. But you never did...
Everyone watched as he continued to lose control of himself more that is about to destroy mondstadt; to destroy everything as no one can stop him now that he lost you by his own hands.
He killed you, and he can't forgive himself even if he repented and atoned for the things he did to you.
“And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to.”
Loving XIAO was something that you told yourself you won't forget, ever. He was an enigma that you wanted to know. You are a curious being that pestered him every day.
He would have treasured you dearly if everything was at the right timing. He would have given you enough time if he only knew you'll forget him soon too as you grew older and older each day; your hair turning gray as wrinkles started appearing on your face in a blur.
He always keeps his eye on you even though he is slowly slipping out of your memories. Old age is making it hard for you to remember the sacred times you shared.
And when the time came that you asked for his name and who he is, he just knows this feeling is worst than his karmic debt.
To hate is something he can accept, but to forget... That is even worse than losing you. He wished that you hated and resented him instead.
Forgetting him is forgetting the love you had.
“'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night. We're dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light. Down the stairs, I was there, I remember it all too well.”
THOMA is everything you could have asked for. He is the type that everyone will want as their loyal and doting husband. That's why you feel so lucky to have him by your side.
It was 3 am when you and thoma decided to bake together. You opened the fridge open to gather some ingredients when you heard both of your favorite song started playing in the background. You glanced behind your back and saw him smiling at you. He reached out his hand to you.
“May you give me the pleasure of dancing with you?” He giggled. You can't help but do the same and gently placed your hand on his.
“I would love to,” You uttered.
It was then when the both of you got lost in the moment, forgetting the placed ingredients and bowls on the counter. Dancin’ and smiling like fools as you two laughed and twirl around the kitchen.
You won't ever forget how Thoma beamed as the refrigerator light shone behind him. You don't want this to end. You want to be with him like this for ever and ever.
“And there we are again when nobody had to know. You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath.”
Being with AYATO was hell upon heaven. Happiness exist, of course, but only behind closed doors. He was a venom, but he's also an elixir. He's a sin but a blessing at the same time. His attention was short-lived but worth it everytime. Just one touch from him and you're gone... Softly melting into his fingers.
However, having an affair with him behind everyone's back was not that easy either. Your times with him are always limited and scheduled. And you can't see how much it's damaging you. You can't see how much you've become desperate for him.
The only thing you know is that he consumes your heart, body, mind, and soul. You were ready to fall from grace for him. Everything else won't matter anymore to you if you have this thing between you and him to last for eternity, to be seen by everyone, and for you to freely shout that he is yours and you are his.
But since when did you start thinking that he is yours?
You were always his, but he will never be yours. Your heart is his to keep. His heart isn't yours to feel.
Thinking too much is slowly making you out of your rationality. You watched as he happily conversed with a fair noble lady. You watched how he smiled and complimented her. You watched as he tried to make her smile and laugh with a few jokes here and there.
The flower he gave you earlier crumpled at your raging fist. Your heart was beating faster and you couldn't think straight. The jealousy was eating you up.
Just as you were about to storm towards them and make a scene. Another noble approached you and started a conversation. You didn't have a choice but to engage in and set all the feelings aside.
Later that night as everyone was seated around the big dining table. You were seated on Ayato's left side as an idea came into you that will prove if he's really committed to this thing between you two and if he can take risks and sacrifices for you.
You gathered courage as your right hand slowly approached his left hand that is resting on the table. Just as you are about to fully take his fingers, he smoothly brushed them off by using that same hand to grab his cup.
You felt your heart slowly shattered at this actions. You immediately drew back your hand to grab your chopsticks to eat. As you were chewing the food, you felt your eyes watered and you excused yourself. Ayato didn't even bother to send you a glance as you went out with a broken heart.
It was then that you realized that you are the only one who's willing to go far for this thing between you and him to progress. You cherished him, and he does too, he said, but not much as you do.
To him, maybe you're just a thing; an affair to be kept as a secret. But to you, this is love. He is the love that you oathed for.
© kazu-topia, 2022. do not copy, repost, take heavy inspiration or translate my works.
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i guess i speed but it’s always just keeping up w the flow of traffic
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Shared route
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From Lake Mendota to Alvin via US-151 N and I-41.
5 hr 42 min (324 mi)
5 hr 42 min in current traffic
1. Head west on Lake Mendota Dr
2. Turn left onto Edgehill Dr
3. Turn left onto Shorewood Blvd
4. Turn left onto University Ave
5. Keep left to continue on Campus Dr
6. Turn right onto N Bassett St
7. Use the middle lane to turn left onto W Wilson St
8. Turn right onto S Broom St
9. Slight left onto John Nolen Dr
10. Continue straight to stay on E Washington Ave
11. Keep right to continue on US-151 N/E Washington Ave
12. Take exit 148 for WI-26 N toward Rosendale/Oshkosh
13. Continue onto WI-26 N/WI-26 Trunk N/I-41 ALT
14. Turn left onto the US-41 N ramp
15. Merge onto I-41/US-41 N
16. Keep right to continue on US Hwy 41 N
17. Arrive at location: Marinette
18. Head northeast on Hall Ave toward Ludington St
19. Turn right onto Eggner St
20. Turn right onto Wells St
21. Turn right onto Main St
22. Turn left onto Hall Ave
23. Slight right to stay on Hall Ave
24. At the traffic circle, take the 1st exit onto WI-180 Trunk
25. Turn right onto US-141 N/Main St
26. Turn left onto US-8 W
27. Turn right onto Co Hwy U
28. Turn left onto US-141 N/Central Ave/U.S. Rte 2 W
29. Turn left onto Crystal Ave/U.S. Rte 2 W
30. Turn left onto NF-16
31. Turn right onto Smoky Lake Rd
32. Turn left onto Kinner Dr
33. Arrive at location: Alvin
For the best route in current traffic visit http://maps.google.com/maps?saddr=Lake%20Mendota&daddr=Marinette%20to%3AAlvin&geocode=FduTkQIdNVOr-g%3D%3D%3BFdArsAIdutzG-inlu3Y71ahSTTEn5iOyMEiISQ%3D%3D%3BFSf9vgIdrA2z-g%3D%3D&dirflg=d
Haley this trigger is the bridges over Madison county movie and a few others like fargo. And the two states are acquired Wisconsin and Minnesota and we are moving eastwards the cities are still somewhat yours there encapsulated and surrounded and if you step outside it in the wrong way the wrong direction you get hit. Soon we will be passed the second lake and the evacuation is growing there are many more people leaving and today we have reached the northern wall and Southern Wall and encapsulated the remaining five cities which are evacuating about 3 hours they'll be empty. The new territories have five cities that are encapsulated we estimate they'll be evacuated by the end of the day and they will flow out and we are putting up a wall now we put up a wall last night
Thor Freya
We do hear what they're saying and we're going after them and they're not going to do a damn thing for our son anyways and they're spent
Olympus
We'll try not to be and we have a fight and we always have and it's always hard everything and he's a big headed jerk but that's how it goes and pretty soon we'll probably get into it he knows about my fight and it's terrible and it is like his clan but we're hoping we're bigger and we can do it
Ben Arnold
I sort of get how it is and keep on insisting people give up their lives for me they don't want to. I'm going after you Mr Arnold and our fit crazy friend here if you persist on bothering me all night long yeah that's right Billy z is going around harassing people and asking for it like you do Jesus Christ you're annoying
Mac daddy
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worst behavior, b.b
A/N: Surprise, i released it earlier than expected! I just- i hope you enjoy, bc this is probably the filthiest thing i've written- i also changed the plot a little bit!
Request: hiiii could i request a one-shot where professor!bucky sees you eyeing his metal arm bc he pushed his sleeves up one hot day and proceeds to keep you after class to do smth abt it? you can make it as kinky as you like, maybe some degrading and breeding if you’re comfortable w that! ugh i’m a whore for professor!bucky
reblogs & likes are greatly appreciated & highly encouraged
Warnings: 18+, professor!bucky, dom!bucky, age gap (f early 20's), degrading kink, public masturbation, oral (m&f), fingering, spanking, light choking, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, sorry for any missed typos!
Word Count: 4.6k, you already know i get carried away with bucky
You shuffle through the hallways of the historic building. The walls are decorated with paintings and engravings. Students walking in various directions making the hallway crowded and hard to get through. Every now and then, students would stop to talk to friends or professors. This halts the moving traffic, causing jams and irritated groans from other students. The satisfaction sets in when you glance down at the time and notice it’s nine fifty-seven. In three minutes, you’ll be officially late to class.
The other classes you take bore you- making it hard to stay focused. They are the generic first-year classes that everybody dreads. You always end up doodling or drifting in and out of sleep throughout the period- but this class? This is the only class that excites you.
World History with Professor Barnes.
You wake up extra early in the morning to get ready for his class. You put a little more effort into your appearance than the other classes. The thought of the professors and students seeing you in sweats and hoodie didn’t bother you. Professor Barnes’s class on the other hand- you made sure you looked put together. His lecture has you wanting to wear the shortest sundresses with little to nothing underneath them.
Being late to Professor Barnes’s class is frowned upon and requires immediate attention when it becomes excessive. The immediate attention was an after-hours meeting with Professor Barnes to discuss what could possibly be more important than his lecture.
The first time you showed up late, happened to be the first day of class. When you rushed into the lecture hall, your heart nearly stopped by the man in front of you. Brunette hair’s swept back, piercing blue eyes, and a button-up that looked a size too small- showing off his bulging biceps. The fitted navy-blue button-up was rolled up to his elbows and a few buttons were undone. His biceps on full display through the material- showing off the vibranium. You swallowed hard as he began to scold you in front of the entire hall.
“I do not tolerate tardiness. Enough tardies require a private meeting after hours.” His light blue eyes never broke contact with yours, darkening with lust the longer he looks at you- taking you all in.
It was almost as if he was telling you to be late. There is a faint heartbeat between your legs, you cross them in fear he could hear the throbbing from where he stands. You began to daydream about the warm metal wrapped around your throat, while his other fingers were buried inside you. Or the prints that would be left against the flesh of your ass. You nod slowly with the most innocent eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Professor Barnes. I had gotten lost. It will never happen again.” You say innocently, playing up the role- even going as far as pouting your lips.
Bucky’s cock twitched at the sight of your puffed-out lips. Begging to be made an example out of you in front of the class. You smile back at him, patiently waiting to be excused to your seat.
“Make sure it doesn’t happen again, Ms?”
“Y/L/N.” You purr.
“You may find a seat Ms. Y/L/N.”
He looks are you properly, eyeing you up and down. His eyes fixated on your hips, swaying side to side as you walk up the steps, your skirt flapping up behind you- teasing him. Bucky knew you were going to be trouble this semester- and trouble is exactly what you had been for the last month.
You did everything in your power to get him to keep you after class. Bucky is getting more and more fed up with you- acting so innocent. He knew damn well that you want nothing more than to have your pretty little mouth stuffed with his cock- gagging and gasping for breath.
He hates that you are pretending like you had no idea the amount of frustration you are causing him. The amount of self-control Bucky exhibits is astounding. Especially on the days, you come in wearing close to nothing- claiming it was ‘just too hot outside’ or when you sit in the front row with a lollipop in your mouth, exaggerating the moans as you suck the red hard candy.
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You straighten out the wrinkles out of the floral baby blue sundress, before turning the knob on the door.
“Ms. Y/L/N. You’re late- again.” Professor Barnes states sternly, not bothering to look at you.
Bucky caught a glimpse out of the side of his eye- you were wearing his favorite dress and knew he couldn’t look at you in the eye without taking you right there.
This is Bucky’s favorite dress. He loves the way it holds your breasts higher and how it hangs over the curve of your ass so nicely.
How much prettier would the dress look across his lap.
Bucky can’t take his eyes off of you when you walk and the dress flows with every step- sometimes a little too much. This grants him a sneak peek of your favorite lacey white panties- or sometimes the lack thereof. He stiffens at the sight of the fabric covering your pretty little cunt, taunting him.
For the past month, all Bucky could think about is that cunt. How tight you’d be around him- hearing you whimper and whine when he finally enters you, stretching you out to fit perfectly. He wonders if you could take him all at once or if he needs to warm you up with his fingers- but the thing he thought about the most: how sweet you must taste. The question alone could get him off.
How desperately he wants a taste of you.
“Mr. Barnes I am sorry-“ You begin to play into your act before he cut you off,
“Find your seat.” He still not bothering to look at you.
Disappointment floods your face from the lack of attention. In an effort for payback, you sit in the first row already pouting. He began the lecture by discussing the homework he had assigned the night before. You reach into your bag, pulling out the folder.
Expecting you to be in your usual spot in the back of the lecture hall, Bucky clenches his jaw at the sight of you sitting with your legs crossed shut in the front row, with your elbows on the small desk and hands cupping your face in boredom. His cock began to stir. Your breasts press together against the thin fabric- that is working extra hard to keep your breasts from being on display for everyone.
You see the frustration written on his face the moment he finally looks at you. You smirk at the successful payback.
The class goes on, but the material bores you. You begin to stare at Professor Barnes. You could hear the small adjustments from the vibranium as he moves about the lecture hall. Your breath hitches when he rolls his sleeves up. His biceps bulging against the fabric, a faint throbbing begins between your legs. You bite the inside of your cheek holding back a whimper. You squirm in your seat, uncrossing your legs to press them together to relieve some pressure.
The sinful thought begins to overtake your mind, only making the throbbing worse by the added arousal pooling against the lace. Checking each side of you, you look to see if there are any other students close enough to you that were about to witness this risky act. There are students staggered behind you, but only a couple dare to sit in the first rows. They are intently listening to their professor- who has his attention on the chalkboard.
You swallow a lump, attempting to steady your breathing. You slip your hand below the desk, resting it on your upper thigh. With one more quick scan of the room, you slip your hand underneath your dress.
You inhale sharply at the contact with your aching cunt. The slow circles you draw over your lacey panties release a wave of pleasure. Your lips part and your eyes flutter. The idea of someone catching you- the idea of him catching you? Made the arousal seep through the material getting on your fingers. You close your eyes dreaming about how Bucky’s fingers would dip between your folds, collecting the arousal and forcing you to taste yourself. You could imagine the pornographic scene play out in your mind, the heavy panting and degrading remarks- your fingers slip inside the thin fragile material. The satisfaction of making direct contact with the bundle of nerves makes it almost impossible to bit back any moans. Instead, you let out silent breaths.
Your imagination continues with his fingers going back between the folds, teasing the entrance- making you whine. Bucky’s other hand groping your breasts harshly. The focus is solely on the clit that throws you hurtling toward your orgasm. You brace yourself for the pleasurable release.
Bucky turns around to flip the page of the textbook when he sees it- sees your legs parted with your middle and ring finger rubbing circles over your clit. He holds his breath, not believing the whore in front of him. Your pants becoming faster and heavier. The pleasure begins to boil over, sending you over the edge. You remove your fingers covering your mouth to muffle the whimpers.
When you come down enough to open your eyes, your heart drops to the bottom of your stomach. Red flushing your cheeks and your chest tightens- you have been caught. His jaw hung open in disbelief at what he just witnessed. This is the final straw, touching yourself in class? Cumming in class- in front of him. There is no hiding the growing bulge in his pants.
Bucky slams shut the textbook, The other students sit in confusion at the sudden outburst from their Professor.
“Make sure you read the rest of the chapter. Class dismissed.” He almost growls.
Bucky takes cover at his desk, covering any evidence of an erection. He pulls a random stack of papers to distract himself from the bulge in his pants.
You hurry to pack away your things- you know that you are in a world of trouble and wish to leave the room as fast as possible.
You pull the bag over your shoulder and head straight for the door, not making eye contact with anyone.
“Ms. Y/L/N. Stay.” His voice booming in the near-empty room.
You freeze in your tracks, holding your breath. You turn around to face the furious man seated behind the desk. The one man that now held all the power to expel you. You feel small and weak the closer you get to his desk. He waits till the last student leaves the room.
“Yes, Professor Barnes?” Anxiety begins to stir in the pit of your stomach.
“We need to discuss your behavior. Follow me.” The demand making you shiver.
Your legs wobble as you follow him to the room just off the lecture hall. It is his office. It is bigger than you have imagined it. The smell of oak and cigars filling your lungs the moment you enter. His dark mahogany desk is the focal point of the room. The walls are decorated with artwork he had collected over the years. The dark brown curtains are pulled shut. The only light source being the two standing lamps on reside on each side of his bookshelf. Knick-knacks covering the surfaces of the shelves and desk.
“Sit.” His voice is stern laced with lust.
The restricting fabric of the briefs and pants makes the bulge painful. You sit in the chair in front of his desk with your ankles crossed and hands in your lap.
“First, you’re late to my class.” He is stalks around you- like your prey. His arms crossed tightly against his chest.
“Then, you wear this provocative dress.” Bucky’s fingers glide up your arm, grazing over the thin strap on your shoulder. His touch burning your skin.
“Then, you proceed to touch yourself in the middle of my lecture- cumming all over yourself like a disgusting little whore.” His words starting up the throbbing.
Bucky leans against the edge of the desk and your eyes are fixated on your lap- not daring to make eye contact.
“I have every right to expel you,” You inhale preparing yourself.
“-but I’m not going to.” Your eyes shoot up meeting his.
They’re filled to the brim with lust and desire. You gain a boost of confidence soars through you with the knowledge that you aren’t getting expelled.
He tilts your chin up to him, getting a better look at you. Using your chin to turn your face to each side- examining the mouth that will soon be full of him.
Bucky runs his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling at it- parting your lips. You push your head forward, taking his thumb in your mouth- closing your lips around him. You hum, innocently locking eyes with him.
You had no idea what you just started.
A devilish grin tugs on the corners of his mouth at the sight of you taking his thumb. You hallow your cheeks, sucking gently.
“What a good little slut.” He purrs. Bucky removes his thumb and stands.
“But, you’re not getting off that easily. Come.”
You stand to your feet moving to stand in front of him. The throbbing increases between your thighs and the arousal seeping through your panties. Bucky looks down at you touching your shoulder and neck. He finally rests his hand on your cheek, rubbing the flesh gently. You swallow, tensing and untensing your jaw. Bucky sense your nerves,
“It’s okay, princess- you’ll only be a little sore.” Your heart skips a beat.
Your panties are now drenched in your wetness and you swear he could hear the throbbing. You dreamt for this day. He pulls your lips to his. Finally meeting yours. It is slow and passionate; you didn’t know if you could touch him- but he has his hands holding the sides of your face.
“On your knees.” His voice is low and dark.
You drop to your knees. You’re now eye to eye with his bulge. The hardened cock makes your mouth water. You lick your lips, looking at him before you reach for his belt. He nods granting you permission. The belt is undone along with the button of his dress pants. Your slow movements have Bucky in a trance. His eyes don’t leave you.
You tug the pants down, his length still trapped behind the black briefs. You feel his length and hear a low groan escapes his mouth. You place small pecks on top of the clothed member. You are salivating with every kiss, growing more eager. The underwear is pulled down, freeing the aggravated cock. It’s red and looks like it is going to burst within seconds. The girth and length surprises you and you begin to wonder if you can even fit him inside you- let alone your mouth. Nerves build within you and hesitantly look up at Professor Bucky.
“I don’t know if it will fit,” Your voice is quiet, he chuckles and lifts your chin once more.
“Make it fit.” His voice is just above a whisper, but dark and stern.
At that moment you realize that this wasn’t going to be a quick punishment. He is going to make you wish you never wore short dresses, late to his class, or cum in front of him. Bucky licks his lips in awe of how beautiful you looked kneeling in front of him. All the fantasies are about to come true.
You take his length in your small hands; you use both hands to warm him up- slowly building him up. The strokes begin slow and sloppy. Your thumb going over his tip. It’s angry and swollen, it’s begging to be drained. You rub small circles around it- mimicking your movements from earlier. Bucky’s breathing becomes slow pants. The pleasure building with each stroke.
You mentally prepare yourself, collecting all the saliva you could to the front of your mouth. You flicker your eyes up, the grin that grows on his face as you close your lips around his tip encourages you. His fingers tangle in your hair, gripping the strands at the root.
“Yes, take my cock in your mouth you filthy slut.” You hum around him.
He begins to slowly push your head closer to his pelvis, forcing you to take more of him. You were only halfway down his shaft when you gripped his thighs for support. Your ankles are crossed behind you and you are leaning back sitting on your feet.
Bucky didn’t care about staying silent. His low grunts and heavy pants left his lips as he grips your hair. The pure bliss he is experiencing is unlike anyone he’s had before. Based on your performance, he knew that you have had experience before. The thought of other men in your mouth drove him insane. His grip on your hair guides your mouth up and down his cock. He became more aggressive with his grip, quickening his pace.
“I just know you’ve been dreaming about my cock filling your mouth, hm? You’re such a stupid slut- wanting to suck your professor’s cock,” He moans.
You’re gagging on his length, trying your hardest to keep from pulling off of him. You hallow your cheeks adding extra pleasure and using one hand to pump the length while he guides your head. The longer you’re taking him in your mouth the less air you’re getting, the veins in your neck become prominent. You dig your nails into his thigh. Bucky hisses at the feeling of your nails sinking into his skin.
“That’s right, princess. You feel so good around my cock,” He purrs watching the tears forming from in the corners of your eyes.
You can’t take anymore without feeling like you were going to choke. Bucky feels the resistance of you attempting to pull off of him. He pushes your head fully down his length, causing a pornographic moan to leave his lips. Bucky yanks the roots of your hair, ripping you off his length. You gasp for air and cough at the sudden ability to breathe. Saliva coats your lips and his thighs.
“You better finish what you started.” Bucky hisses,
You nod wiping your mouth. This time around, he has precum oozing from his tip. You gather it with your thumb and coat the rest of his length, using it as lubrication. You take him once more, this time using both hands and your mouth. The combo is enough to send Bucky into orbit, but when you start sucking his tip and swirling your tongue around it- he knew it would be a matter of seconds before he would release his load.
“You taste so good, Professor.” You hum against his tip, your movements become faster- not bothering with a slow build.
Bucky grips the edge of the desk, you hear the vibranium cracking through the wood. The sound only eggs you on. The sounds of your slurping and moans, cause Bucky to twitch inside your mouth- signaling he is gonna cum at any moment.
Within seconds your mouth is filled with strings of cum. Bucky’s hips buck as your mouth continues to suck him off. The taste of him has become addicting, you want every last drop of him. You pull off of him, wiping up the spilled cum on your chin. Sucking it off of your finger.
“Shit, princess. You did so well finishing every drop.” He pulls you up from your knees.
“-but that doesn’t mean you’re done. You still need to be punished for your behavior in class. Do you understand?” You nod.
Bucky walks behind his desk. You follow, nervous about what your punishment will be.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Y/N. Bend over.” You do as you say.
Your breast smush against the dark wood, your eyes fixated on the photographs of him with family and friends. You smirk to yourself and look back at him. Bucky’s fingers trail up the backs of your thighs. He lifts the pretty blue sundress, finally seeing that perfect ass up close. Bucky’s cock throbs again when he sees that the underwear you’re wearing the cheeky white lace. So innocent, he thought. Bucky runs his palm over the meaty flesh, gripping and jiggling it. He moans at its effortless movement.
“Fuck!” You yelp, his palm makes contact with your ass cheek.
“I told you, princess. You need to be punished. Count them.” Another rough smack.
“Two.” The tears returning to your eyes, but the pleasure overpowers the pain.
You arch your back, wiggling your ass higher in the air, this time, he is able to get a sneak peek of the covered cunt that lived in his mind.
“Three,” This time, your eyes roll back and you’re seeing stars.
Bucky takes notice of just how soaked you are. He pulls the lace with his metal fingers, tearing through them in an effortless tug. The strings of arousal follow the fabric as it is thrown to the ground.
“Oh? You like getting punished? You soaked through your panties. You really are a fucking whore.” He runs his middle finger down your center, your body twitches once he reaches your swollen and needy clit. Bucky kneels, coming face to face with the glistening beauty. His dream is coming to a reality, he is finally going to taste you.
His tongue dips between your folds, causing you to gasp at the unexpected pleasure. Your ass is still in the air and his hands are gripping your inner thigh, pulling them apart, allowing more access to your sopping cunt.
“Just like I imagined it, so fucking sweet.” He is breathless, the taste of you becomes his new favorite flavor.
Bucky’s tongue licks up the access arousal and his thumb rubs small circles around your clit, making you whine against his desk. His mouth begins to place open mouth kisses against you, his tongue dipping inside you. You need something to grip and release the pent-up pleasure but result to releasing through you moans and whines. It is music to Bucky’s ears.
He pulls away from your dripping cunt, kicking your legs open, spreading them- giving him the best access he could get. His mouth returns to you. But this time giving full attention to your clit.
“I’m too big for your hole, princes. I have to stretch you out.” You whine, as his middle and ring finger slide inside you.
You’re a whimpering mess on his desk as his mouth and fingers switched places. His fingers stretching you out and his mouth on your clit. Bucky moans into you at the feeling of your pussy pulsating against his fingers. You are in pure bliss as he pumps his fingers, occasionally curling- hitting the spongey flesh of your g-spot. He swirls his tongue around your clit, sucking on it and releasing it with a pop. You feel yourself hurdling towards your orgasm. The pulsating becomes quicker, and the moans are now endless streams. Bucky knew you’re close to cumming around his fingers, but you had already came today. He removes his fingers and mouth in one swoop, leaving you breathless and irritated.
“You already came today; only well-behaved whores get to cum.”
You stare back at him in anger. Your cheeks are flushed red and you’re panting like you just ran a marathon. He takes amusement at the sight of you looking like a mess.
“Professor, please! I’ve been a good girl!” You whine, wiggling your ass backwards.
“I’ll think about it. It depends on how well you take this cock, princess.” You nod your head, bracing yourself.
Bucky pumps himself a few times before he slides his tip against your cunt. You dreamed of the moment you would feel him inside you. Him sliding into you and filling you up. The need and desire overtaking you and bucking your hips into his cock.
“I said to be good.” A more aggressive smack lands on your ass, this time he used the vibranium. You yelp in pain, knowing there is going to be a handprint on your ass. Branding you.
You gasp at the sudden fullness.
“I was going to be gentle, since you are not used to a cock as big as me, but since you want to be an inpatient slut- now I’m not going too.” Bucky rams his cock into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size.
He grunts at the sound of your whines and whimpers. He grips your hips using it to increase his speed. The purple and red marks form, where his fingers dig into you. Bucky groans at how tight you feel around him. The resistance from your walls getting him closer and closer.
Bucky continues at his pace while, but this time gripping the back of your neck. He tugs you back, lifting you. Your hands palm down on the desk, using it as stability. One of his hands pins your hands behind your back. Bucky pulls you back, flushing your bodies together. His fingers wrap around your neck. Your head falls back against his shoulder moaning at the sensation of his fingers around your throat. Bucky’s rhythm doesn’t slow down now that you’re standing. Your legs are still wide allowing him to go deep and hard.
“You’re such a dirty fucking slut, you know that?” You couldn’t even think.
You have entered another world. Your hands are still pinned behind you and your eyes are rolling back from the feeling of his other. All you could do is moan and sink into his cock.
“Fucking yourself in front of the class and cumming all over yourself- you fucking loved the idea of getting caught huh? I bet you would love someone to walk through that door and catch me fucking your sweet cunt.”
His words only push you further into nirvana. Your legs begin to feel weak, and the responsibility of standing is becoming too much. Bucky notices the sudden inability to stand.
“You gonna cum, princess?” You are barely able to function. You moan in response and he thrusts quicken- if that is even possible.
“Cum, princess. Cum around my cock,”
You see stars as a wave of pleasure washes overtakes you and you feel pure ecstasy. Your cunt contracts around his cock, sending Bucky over the edge. His cock pulsating and shoot loads of cum inside you, filling you once more.
“Fuck!” He moans one last time.
He collapses on top of you. Your hands catching your bodies as you lay pressed against his desk once again. Bucky pulls himself out of you, leaking with cum. You whimper at the sudden loss of fullness.
Your legs felt weak and standing on your own seemed like an impossible task. You are trying to catch your breath. The high cooling off and you regain the ability to talk.
You push yourself up, feeling the cum run onto your inner thigh. Bucky grabs a handful of tissues, wiping away the cum. He helps you sit down on his chair. Your breathing finally slows and the adrenaline wears off. You begin to feel the aftermath of every mark and muscle. You groan as you try to move from the seat.
Bucky walks over to you handing you a bottle of water and switches places with you, so you are now on his lap.
“I told you would be a little sore,” He chuckles, placing a kiss on your temple.
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traffic — motorcycle
Author’s Note: inspired by my childhood in Hanoi (Vietnam) and @maaarshieee !!
traffic — motorcycle
Iguro Obanai x Reader, Kocho Shinobu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader
Word Count: ~1,500
CW: dark humor, explicit language, mild sexual content
traffic — car
~faqs~
From my traffic — car hcs…
“‼️ Pls and ty read these hcs w/ a grain of salt and lots of humor ‼️
If you drive, then there’s a high likelihood that you might do some of the following driving behaviors/pet peeves mentioned
Myself included in that likelihood lmao 😬 (not including myself this time around bc Idk how to drive a motorcycle lol, altho I hope to ~eventually learn !!)
These hcs are just a personal indulgence into how I believe various Hashira would approach/react to traffic 😇”
… but this time ✨motorcycle style✨
P.S. For all you motorcycle snobs out there (I mean that as lovingly as possible btw — my partner is one of those motorcycle snobs lol 😎): I know you ride a motorcycle, but for the sake of distinguishing between the driver and any passengers, I’ll be using the verb DRIVE
P.P.S. Apparently you ride a motorcycle bc you go w/ the motorcycle’s flow — whereas you drive a car bc the car follows your commands
#apparently
Writing Obanai purely for the imagery of him having a lil front basket for Kaburamaru 🐍
—Having been adopted from/grown up in Hanoi (2nd-4th grade), I can assure you a snake on a motorcycle would not be particularly weird
—Much easier to transport a snake than 6 ft tall stacks of paper towel bundles
—Or an entire kumquat tree
—Or a dog just sitting on a passenger’s lap smooshed between them and the driver
Dw tho, he doesn’t literally stick Kaburmaru directly into the motorcycle’s basket !! Poor snake could go flying 😂
He’s got another basket, perhaps woven, definitely padded, in which Kaburamaru chills, and then that basket goes into the motorcycle’s basket
But strong winds aren’t really an issue anyway when Obanai’s stuck in traffic
Motorcycles can totally be nifty, sneaky lil vehicles, weaving between cars and whatnot
Except Obanai’s disciplined and doesn’t wanna take any risks w/ Kaburmura, and/or you, as his passengers !!
So he sticks to the rules of the road—As motorcyclists should he firmly believes—regardless of how tired his legs get
Bc yanno, motorcycles can lowkey suck in traffic (if you’re unwilling to utilize their “full potential”)
You can’t exactly rest or balance as one might in a car — it’s similar to a bicycle in that regard
—Idk if this is an unpopular opinion, but ppl who try to balance on their bicycles w/o putting their feet down at red lights are fucking extra 😐
—It’s one thing if you’re doing it as a fun challenge; another if you genuinely think it’s “helpful”
—Bruh ?? It takes significantly less effort to just put your feet down
—”bUt I’m KeEpInG mY mOmEnTuM gOiNg”
—Your momentum isn’t going
—You’re just wobbling around looking like an idiot
Obanai doesn’t have a fancy, dense motorcycle, so having to stand and support its weight in traffic isn’t too tedious
But you still feel badly about it
“Thank you, Obanai,” you say for the umpteenth time, squeezing his waist apologetically
He grunts, “Don’t worry about me, [y/n]. This is light work.”
You snort softly, eyeing the relentless traffic ahead through the clear shield of your helmet, “You could always-”
“No,” he cuts you off gently, “I’m not risking yours or Kaburamaru’s safety. It’s okay, [y/n]. I’m okay. I’m a motorcyclist, not a pedestrian or bicyclist, and I intend to drive as one.”
Sometimes you wish he’d loosen up, especially on occasions when the traffic’s so bad that walking might’ve been faster (walking orrr a lil line splitting action… 🙃)
But you ultimately respect and appreciate where he’s coming from
He’s seen enough cocky motorcyclists whizzing past him only to get pulled over, in fender bender accidents, or worse
Besides…
The heavier the traffic, the longer he gets to feel the warmth of your chest sweet against his back
Your elbows tucked snugly above his hips
Knees pressed comfortably into his thighs
Are there easier ways to “cuddle” ??
Yeah, duh, obvi 🤪
But Obanai’s greedy for all of the ways pls and ty 🥺
If Shinobu’s a menace driving a car in traffic, then she’s an absolute disaster driving a motorcycle in traffic
Disaster as in, she’s a lane-splitting-unexpected-swerving-rubber-burning queen
—Obvi irl pls don’t be a monarch of dangerous driving
—In a car, on a motorcycle, or otherwise 😶
Not to mention, she’s tiny
Just as nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition
Nobody expects a 4’11” woman to zoom past them in the middle of rush hr on a motorcycle
“What’s the point in driving a motorcycle as anything besides a motorcycle?” she pouts as you scold her for her most recent terrorization of downtown
“The point,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, “Is to not die.”
“The point,” she grins cheekily, “Is to get from A to B faster than everyone else!”
UGH
“How do you not have a bajillion driving violations? Tickets? Is your license even legal?”
She claps gleefully, “I wear a helmet!”
You sigh, bc, well, she does wear more than adequate gear
“Shinobu,” she hums in acknowledgement, “Aren’t you the one who told me everyone at the hospital calls motorcyclists donorcyclists?”
“Oh absolutely! 😃 I’m no exception. 😃 Dr. Donorcycle at your service. 😃”
UGH x 2
“[y/n], dear,” you’re skeptical of the singsong tone of her voice, “If you joined me… just once…”
“No.”
“But-”
“No. I’m not getting on a death trap controlled by another death trap.”
Shinobu huffs, bc she knows you could fall in love w/ riding on a motorcycle — her, motorcycle
The sleek exhilaration, bursts of acceleration at every green light
The coziness of a sun warmed leather seat (Shinobu only drives her motorcycle in the summer), intimacy of your body clinging to hers
The pure badass factor, knowing everyone’s sneaking appreciative, envious glances at your terrifyingly incredible partner
But could and can aren’t quite the same thing
And if she can’t even get you on her motorcycle, then you can’t fall in love w/ it ☹️
You did offer a compromise the first time she made the suggestion
“If you swear to drive normally, then I’ll go on a ride with you.”
Which, she immediately rejected 🤗
What’s the point in driving a motorcycle as anything besides a motorcycle?
PLUS, what if you got stuck in traffic?
Then there’d be no way, none in the slightest, none at all, that she’d be able to honor your compromise
Motorcycles were created to be traffic’s loophole !!!!!
In case it isn’t crystal clear by now: Shinobu is proud and unashamed of her motorcycle driving ~style
Where’s the fun in bringing you along if she has to drive like Obanai by the rulebook?
Then you wouldn’t be riding w/ Shinobu — you’d just be riding w/ Obanai
Someday she’ll convince bribe threaten lie steal you to ride w/ her
Maybe
Prob not
😞
So I didn’t write hcs for Tengen in traffic — car, but dAMN THIS FINE MF 😭
Him on a motorcycle
Puhleeease 😍
Him on multiple motorcycles, bc he def owns at least two
A cruiser and a sports bike
…
…
Alternatively, him on a classic moped scooter (bc tbh most “motorcycles” in Hanoi are mopeds) w/ you, Hina, Makio, and Suma
—Yes
—All of you
—It can be done
—It has been done
—Literally just Google “moped family” and look at the resulting images
Quick poll!
Would you choose to:
Sit in front of Tengen (smooshed against his chest, muscular arms encircling you, and excuuuse me you’d basically be in his lap… I’ll leave the rest to your imagination 😌)
Sit directly behind Tengen (smooshed into his back, perfect position to feel up his abs hug him, and you bet he’d rub your knee, thigh, whatever, at red lights — altho that applies to sitting in front of him too)
Sit between Hina/Makio/Suma (BOOBS, yeah, that’s, that’s it, thanks for reading, buh bye 😳 I gotta go sit between boobs)
Sit on the end (highest risk of flying off lmao, but I personally love sitting at the end—assuming more than 2 ppl on the motorcycle—bc it’s so FREEING: that taste of danger)
Idk what I’d choose
Likely just switch it up depending on my mood
—
Only con to being 1 of 5 passengers?
Well, there’s prob more than one con lol, but the main one I’m thinking of
TRAFFIC SWEAT
Motorcycles can get uncomfortably hot, especially in the summer, w/ even just 1-2 passengers
Let alone someone of Tengen’s stature + 4 additional bodies
It’s tolerable, enjoyable, when you’re able to ride at faster speeds (~30mph/~48km+ perhaps) bc wind on a motorcycle is no joke
But stuck in traffic?
You’ve all learned your lesson
Saddlebags serve one purpose now: to carry clean clothes for everyone
—Tangent inspired by Obanai’s hcs lmao: TENGEN’S LEGS BE WILD
—Like, stuck in traffic supporting 4 ppl’s weight + the motorcycle ??
—SHeesh! 💪🦵
—Or maybe I’m overestimating how much effort it takes
—Regardless
—🥵
Fortunately, motorcycle excursions usually occur during the weekend
To local hiking trails
Parks for picnics
At midnight, bc why not? ⭐️🌙
So you don’t hit traffic too often
Tengen def intentionally plans your outings to be more spontaneous and naturesque
Bc he cannot stand traffic sweat 😣
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Opposites Attract; Act VI
Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Female!Pierce/Petrova!Reader
Warnings: Swearing, angst, shitty 11 pm writing
Words: 903
(Series) Summary: The younger sister of Katherine was the true owner of Damon’s heart, Katherine only being his worry in 1864 due to the sister’s bond, the bond that fueled Katherine to force Y/n to join her when she escaped Mystic Falls and left Damon to think they were both in the tomb
Note: I’m alive!!! Just got fucked over by writers block, that’s all, but hoorah! First fic in a while... I promise the next part won’t be as shitty...I think
Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @simonsbluee, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow, @jenepleurepasbaby, @dpaccione, @sana-li, @local-depresso-gay-idiot, @lady-salvatore, @yolobloggers, @tranqs-main-mami, @lawlerek, @agustdpeach, @jenjie, @iclosetgeek, @avengersgirllorianna, @rosiesimone819, @caseysalvatore, @sonnydoesrandomshit, @obsssedwithjustaboutanything
Masterlist | The Vampire Diaries Masterlist
Part I. Part II. Part III. Part IV. Part V. Part VI.
“Y/n? I didn’t- I mean, yeah, ahem, obviously. I knew you’d be here.” Minutes passed after the dark haired Salvatore’s attempt with words, the only sound following being, comedically, crickets and the soft brushes of the night breeze.
“So um...” Damon twiddled his thumbs, one eyebrow quirked as he tried to process everything that just happened whilst also keeping a flirtatious tone in typically Damon fashion. “I don’t know whether to thank you or kiss you-”
She sighed, hands on her hips. “We can deal with that later...I’d say both, but there are priorities to be taken care of. For now, help me get my lovely sister tied up and in your cellar.”
He squinted, “Why our cellar?”
Y/n tilted her head, her expression numb. “Oh yes, let me go drop her off at the old ancient house with a secure holding room that I totally have.” Her words dripped with sarcasm.
“Right...”
“Well then, tally-ho.”
The quartet remained on edge after Katherine was locked up and left to wake. Alaric sat hunched on the couch, hands folded together and resting under his nose, supported by his knees. Y/n and Damon paced as Stefan leaned against the wall. It was quiet for a while in the Salvatore house...too quiet.
Oddly, the silence felt threatening, anxious. When they got the house, they’d practically acted out an entire sitcom simply trying to navigate and direct the flow of traffic of things. Even then, they were so loud, it was a wonder Katherine hadn’t woken up- although, the vervain could’ve been the reason behind it. Once they’d finally locked her up and made their way up the stairs again, they immediately sunk into a chair or couch, sighing like they hadn’t felt comfort in centuries.
Hours had passed and still nothing. They were about to call it night when thrashing broke through the stillness like a blade. A few grunts and curses were thrown about before Stefan stood up and spoke.
“She’s up.” Stefan sighed. If he looked like he was deprived of years worth of sleep already, and her definitely did, he dreaded to know what he’d look like after dealing with Katherine.
The four made their way down and, unsurprisingly, found Katherine clenching the bars tightly as she violently shook the door, attempting to break free of her dusty old prison. She barred her fangs at Alaric and Damon. Stefan only gave her an unimpressed look when she tried to garner a reaction from him with her barbaric behavior.
However, her demeanor changed rather impressively in just a few seconds. The moment Y/n stepped into her sight, the sound of the rusty metal groaning violently had stopped. Katherine furrowed her brows and frowned, a hurt expression taking over her features. She was playing the victim card. Just like she had many, many years ago.
“Y/n? W-why?”
Although the urge to cry was frantically pulling at her, Y/n kept a blank face, giving her sister the honest truth. If she cried, so be it. “Sorrow will not be my mother-tongue forever, sister.”
Again, her attitude did a one-eighty. “What do you mean?” Katherine’s childish tone wasn’t missed. Her playful squint showed her antagonistic advances. No remorse for what she’d done, no sorrow or empathy for her sister, purely what her new identity made her out to be. Cruel.
“What do I mean?” She repeated with a scoff. “You’ve kept me from my happiness for over a hundred years! You admitted that you would’ve prevented him from being with me if you had the chance! You just about damn near murdered him quite a few times, and you’ve tried to murder him relentlessly at that!”
Damon widened his eyes. “Wait...I’m your- did you hear that? I’m her happiness!”
“Shut the fuck up, Damon!”
The cocky vampire froze instantly at her demand. Not a case of a sire-bond, but the man’s knowledge of when to stop. Stefan only wished Damon had that ability more often.
“I love you, Katerina, I really do, but I can’t keep getting ultimatums thrown at me! I want to be with my sister, but I also want to be with the man I love!”
At the sight of her sister near tears, and the things spoken from her heart and out her mouth, Katherine was, for once, at a loss for words.
She could only nod slowly and look away, ashamed of herself, and ashamed for being ashamed. That was not the Katherine Pierce she knew- being ‘ashamed’? Never had she felt that in the years of her second birth; her birth into the darkness. The new feeling brought disgust to her stomach... but was it disgust of the 'shame’, or disgust of the truth? Of how she’s impacted her sister?
Katherine was given some time to think of a response, but she could only dwell in the guilt that had broken into her heart. An unwanted feeling, really. Yet, it was a feeling she couldn’t get rid of without acknowledging. So she was stuck. Looking away, in shame.
“Nothing? You have nothing to say?” Y/n bit her lip and shook her head. “You know that I will always love you. At the end of the day, you are all I have. Why must you treat me like if I’m happy...you’ll cease to exist to me? Like I suddenly stop being your sister? Like your world will come to an end? Like if I have even a sliver of joy-” she paused, struggling to hold back the dam that was about to break, “you’ll die?”
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Congrats on 100! I was wondering if I could request something?
I was thinking obi wan and padawan reader could be out on a mission, and then reader accidentally gets themselves in a dangerous situation; Obi wan comes in and saves them, ofc, but then scolds them because they could've gotten seriously hurt, and how could you have done something like that without thinking?? But then he realizes reader just went through a really scary experience, so he gives them a hug and comforts them and tells them how much they mean to him, and how badly it would hurt if he lost them 🥺
Romantic (reader is over 18, ofc) or platonic, totally up to you! ((if you go for romantic, bonus points if the comforting leads to obi wan to confessing his feelings!))
Thank you! And of course! Also, it was almost a no brainer that I did something romantically 😜 without further or do, here is the story...
Hanging From The Cliff
W/C: 2.5k
Warnings: violence, mention of attempted assassination, mention of blood, angst?
Tree branches and leaves whipped at your face as you ran through the forest after a bounty hunter that you and your master had been tracking. They had made a move against the senator from Kashyyyk that had narrowly been avoided thanks to you and your master.
Your master happened to be none other than Obi-Wan Kenobi. In reality, he wasn’t much older than you. The two of you did a lot of training together when you were both padawans still. With your previous master’s passing, though, the council put you under the supervision of Obi-Wan for your last couple years of training.
The two of you were very close friends and you both worked extremely well together. That was why the council paired you with Obi-Wan. Though, some members of council disproved of the pairing for a time, due to how the two of you seemed a little too close. That was something you had to hide. You had always convinced yourself that, not only was it against the code, but that there was no way he felt the same about you.
It had been strange at first, calling him your master, but soon enough, it hadn’t mattered. The situation made for a good joke quite often.
Now, you weren’t focused on that, but rather the masked bounty hunter that you could faintly see through the brush. Obi-Wan had got caught in the rush of traffic, meaning that you were the only one to do this.
Slowly, you were gaining on them. Give it another bit, and you’d have them in binders, ready to be brought back to Coruscant.
That was the plan as you got ready to break out into the clearing ahead. It was the plan, until you were met by at least ten more bounty hunters all gathered together by a cliff. How did you not sense this?
Desperately, you skidded to a halt so that you could stay close enough to the trees for any potential cover. This proved to be useless as every blaster shot had you blocking and moving ever closer to the cliff.
All you had to do was keep this up until Obi-Wan showed up. You could only hope that he was almost here.
Suddenly, a wire spun and wrapped around your wrist that did not hold your lightsaber. Slightly turning your head, you saw that one of the bounty hunters had snuck his way so that he was just out of your vision.
With the wire around your wrist, he tugged at it to throw you off balance. Although it did make you take a step, you kept your attention on blocking the blaster fire.
Noticing this, the bounty hunter tugged at the wire harder, pain shooting through your wrist as it started to dig into your flesh.
As you kept this up, you kept drawing closer to the cliff until you were struggling to not shift your foot over the steep ledge. Catching a glance downwards, it was higher than you anticipated. Even with aid from the force, you wouldn’t survive.
Your hope for Obi-Wan’s aid started to dwindle. It had been quite a while since this all started. Surprisingly, you were only escaping with the scratches from the chase, the agonizing chafing from the wire, and a slight graze of a blaster that did more damage to your robes than it did your shoulder.
All of this considered, you didn’t know how much longer you could keep this up. There were no less of them than when this all started. You were more focused on staying unscathed than trying to lessen the numbers.
That’s when you saw five more bounty hunters join in. The once manageable task was now one that was mere impossible. Not only that, but it distracted you from the one that was still tugging at the wire.
What you hadn’t noticed was that they had managed to tie the other end of the wire to a tree. They had then snuck closer to you, enough that you still wouldn’t notice. Even when he kicked one of your legs out from under you.
Desperately, you tried to maintain balance. You desperately tried not to follow your instinct to plant your foot behind you. Despite your best efforts, you could not gain your balance back. So, you fell.
It was almost as if your heart temporarily left your body. That was, until searing pain shot through your wrist as your fall was abruptly stopped by the wire. It caused you to slam up against the cliff face fiercely. After a moment, your swinging stopped and you were left dangling vulnerably.
You tried to figure out a way to get out of this, but there were no solid footholds on the cliff. Then, if you tried to swing, you didn’t know if the tree that this wire was tied to would be strong enough. Not only that, but the bounty hunters were all still up there.
“Not so tough now, are you Jedi?” one leaned over the edge and yelled.
In response, you grimaced as they managed to jiggle the wire, causing pain to shoot through you again.
“As much as we would love to watch you fall, we think we’re going to leave you hanging. The pain must be excruciating!”
It really was, but you weren’t going to tell that to the very ones who were using this as entertainment. All you did was stay silent, afraid that the pain you felt would echo in your words. Not only that, but you were terrified. You had been this whole time, but none more so than now. On top of that, you were starting to lose hope that Obi-Wan would find you here.
Distantly, you heard more voices yelling about another Jedi that was approaching. You could only hear as they all scrambled to their ships and watched as they took off. Even though this meant that your mission had failed, you were relieved to know that he actually was almost here.
So, you dangled helplessly from your wrist until he got here. It was screaming in pain as the wire had now dug into your flesh and now was just irritating it further with any movement. You could feel as blood was starting to drip down your arm.
You waited for what felt like an eternity until you heard, “Y/N?”
“Obi-Wan,” you tried to yell as loud as you could. You could sense his worry as he could hear you but didn’t see you. “The wire,” you called out, trying to help him find out where you were.
After a moment, you saw his head pop out over the edge of the cliff.
“What are you doing?” he asked teasingly.
“Hanging out until you came to find me,” you quipped back only to wince as you moved too much.
Seeing this, Obi-Wan saw how the blood was running down your arm. “Okay, I’m going to pull you up but it’s going to hurt.”
All you could manage was a nod as you mentally prepared yourself, using the force to help brace yourself. You could feel as Obi-Wan had grabbed the wire and only slightly tugged at it. Although even that hurt, it was an indicator for you to prepare for much worse.
When he began to pull you up, everything happened in a blur. There was so much pain, but it seemed almost as though it took no time at all until you were laying on solid ground.
So much relief filled you as the pressure from your wrist loosened and wasn’t constantly rubbing.
Obi-Wan was by your side in an instant, checking how badly your wrist was cut up. It was bad, but it wasn’t bad enough that it would cause permanent damage with the aid of the bacta patches he had on him combined with further treatment later.
Carefully, he sat you up so that he could properly tend to your wrist with a gentle touch. You couldn’t help but be soothed by his fingers softly grasping your arm to hold it steady. His touch had always made you feel a comfort that you knew shouldn’t be there.
He had also seen the blaster graze on your shoulder, but that was a mere scratch compared to your wrist. Obi-Wan wouldn’t be surprised if your wrist was even possibly fractured or at least sprained from your obvious fall.
The treatment of your wound didn’t take long, as he didn’t have much with him in the first place. Not only that, but he started to think about how hasty you had been about this. He knew that you were too caught up with catching the single bounty hunter to think about how they were leading you to a trap.
“What in the blazes were you thinking?” he blurted out. “Did you ever think to stop and think about what was ahead of you?”
His tone was reprimanding and you didn’t know how to react. Obi-Wan was your teacher, your friend, the one that you had more feelings for than what was allowed. Now, he went from being gentle to hard in a single second. You were now hanging from a different cliff, this time unsure if he would pull you up or leave you to hang.
“I-I…” you struggled to find words. Not only was his tone hurting you, but everything came flooding back to you. From how you stumbled into the group of bounty hunters, how you were starting to tire out and let a blaster bolt graze you, how the wire had wrapped around your wrist, then finally falling and thinking it was all over.
Obi-Wan watched you and immediately regretted the way he had said that. He had seen how many ships had flown away before he got to you. Not only that, how you were helplessly dangling over the tallest cliff he had ever seen, it was a sign that showed just how bad the situation must have been. He had even sensed how terrified you were during many different moments.
Then, he saw as tears started to flow from your eyes.
“Hey,” he said more softly, placing a hand on your good shoulder before pulling you into an embrace. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not though,” you cried out, “I did everything you said. I didn’t stop to think-”
“That’s not what I really meant,” he cut you off.
You pulled back and looked at him with a confused gaze. How was that not what he meant? He was your master, afterall. It was his duty to correct you on what you did wrong, no matter the fact that you were only a few years his junior.
“How is it not,” you said in a broken voice. Not only was the terror from the previous events in your mind, but you started to think about how he didn’t seem as worried as you hoped he would be.
Little did you know, he was. Obi-Wan wasn’t thinking of how you didn’t think the situation through, he was thinking about how he could’ve lost you. He was thinking how, if he had lost you, he wouldn’t know what to do.
Looking into your eyes, he carefully brushed a loose hair behind your ear. With the same hand, he brought it to cup your cheek as he took a moment to gauge your feelings. He could feel all of the obvious ones, but he was searching for the one thing that he had felt from you for a long time. Something that he felt too, but never acted on because of the code.
After some time, he found it but could feel how it felt sadder than before. What caused this? Then, he thought about his reaction. He was more wrapped up in your strategy than your actual well being. How would you read his subtle nod to how he felt.
“That’s not what I meant, because,” he paused.
Was he really going to tell you now? If he didn’t, would that mean he would lose you before he could tell you how much he loved you? Feeling your love for him all these years only empowered him to push through, especially in the days after the events that led to his knighting.
That’s when he decided, “What I meant is that I don’t know what I would do without you.”
I took you a moment to realise what he was saying. Did this mean that Obi-Wan Kenobi actually felt the same way about you as you have about him all these years? Then, you took in the moment. His hand on your cheek, gently, and his cerulean gaze meeting yours, lovingly.
You were frozen. You never thought that this moment would ever come. Obi-Wan was finally admitting that he cared for you.
“W-what… I mean, I-” you couldn’t find the words. In this moment, one of the scariest you’ve faced in both the actual near-death experience and this quiet moment, you were unsure of what to say.
Obi-Wan watched your rapid thoughts and gave you a comforting smile. Then, to calm you further, he traced gentle circles with his thumb into your cheek. His heart started to pick up speed as he thought about how much he loved you. How in every moment he saw your smile, his heart warmed and sent a lighter tone his way every day.
He couldn’t help himself. Easily, while making sure he wouldn’t hurt you, he pulled you against him, wrapping his arms around you.
His embrace soothed your many racing thoughts. Even though you were trying to soothe yourself with his words before this, your encounter with the bounty hunters persisted. Now, it washed away all of those thoughts as you were enveloped in his arms. Without any hesitation, you hugged him back.
“I love you, Y/N. I don’t know how I could’ve lived with myself if anything had happened.”
You were shocked at his words and, out of instinct, you pulled away and met his eyes. Something in you expected to see he was joking, but his eyes were filled with sincerity. This was the moment you had been waiting for for years.
Now, it was your turn to bring a hand up to his cheek. Overwhelming happiness filled you as you looked into his expectant and hopeful eyes.
“I love you too, Obi,” you said, almost in a whisper.
Without realising it, you both leaned closer towards the other. There was no time to think about how the rest of this would go. Right now it was just this moment. Right now, he had pulled you up from the cliff. Right now, it was just feeling the sensation of his lips against yours.
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hws characters & belief in the supernatual
we’re not done yet w/ the headcanons
this is about interpreting the individual characters, not a statement on whether any real-life beliefs are true or not.
a.merica: extremely superstitious but doesn’t believe he is. every plane he’s ever flown, ship he’s ever sailed, and gun he’s ever carried has good luck charms. his bomber jacket has lucky patches. he wouldn’t let a rocket launch without first making sure the commander has lost a poker game. and of course, no matter how secular he claims to be, he’s got religious--mostly protestant christian--imagery out the ass. he’s got lucky rocks, lucky shoelaces, lucky underwear, lucky breakfast foods. he particularly likes reverse-lucky things, saying black cats or the number 13 are actually good luck for him. these are all “for fun”...except he would never go without them. he half-believes in ghosts--moreso when he’s just watched a horror movie or it’s the middle of the night--but he’ll go on a ghost hunt at any time for any reason, just because it’s fun to believe (no i don’t believe he has a phobia of ghosts. i think most of the things that cause him to feel real fear are too intense to be “fun,” so he likes horror movies and roller coasters and everything that can give him a thrill with no pressure). he loves cryptids and gravity hills and the bermuda triangle, more for what they represent than what they actually are--finding bigfoot would just mean discovering a new species, which is great and all, but thinking bigfoot might be out there somewhere means you can go bigfoot-hunting or think you saw one in the background of a blurry photo. his roommate is a literal space alien, but like, bro what if that was a ufo just now???
e.ngland: he’s a sailor, of course he’s superstitious. add into that how he can apparently see and talk to spirits, practices magic, and has sites like stonehenge across his land, he’s just going to outright tell you he’s not going to whistle on a boat and that he wants you to refer to macbeth as “the scottish play.” he only gets upset about it, much like everything else he gets upset about, if you laugh at him. the bigger question is, does he believe in the rest of the world’s superstitions or are they “silly legends and old wives’ tales” while his are real, and the answer i think is an “everyone else’s is fake until something happens right in front of me.”
f.rance: he loves things like love locks on bridges (until they cause the fence to collapse) or visions from saints (esp jeanne d’arc), but he doesn’t necessarily believe they’re real. more that it’s very romantic to think they’re real, and if something as strange as a Nation can exist, who’s to say other mystical things can’t exist too?
c.anada: he has some old beliefs about where you don’t want to fuck around and find out--if you want a successful hunt you don’t insult the prey, if you don’t want to freeze to death you don’t talk back to general winter--but for the most part he doesn’t have that sort of belief system. he’s a lot more about what’s directly in front of you and what it means in literal terms.
c.hina: his grocery list always includes snacks for wandering spirits. if he hears a strange noise in the house he talks to it like it’s a person, just in case it is. he consults fortune tellers before buying a new cellphone. his house is carefully organized for most harmonious energy flow right down to the color of paint on the walls. yao lives by the rituals he’s made for himself, some of which are so ancient or personal to him that even the humans who study ancient chinese culture & mythology have never heard of them. it’s not myth for him any more than tying your shoelaces to make sure you don’t trip is a myth--you do it because you know how these things work; you’d be foolish not to.
r.ussia: he’d tell you no and furthermore any sort of supernatural belief is stupid, but don’t leave him alone in the middle of the woods where there might be...something. this is mostly from after his revolution--in earlier days he’d have anything from good-luck hunting gear to lucky gambling dice. he still has a lingering belief that talking about wolves makes them more likely to show up. he couldn’t say why, except that it’s such an old fear even modernization couldn’t get rid of it. he’d also never disrespect general winter, which is a theme with northern Nations. (he’s also got his lucky rocket launch ritual, as mentioned in that ripley’s article i linked before...😒...) much like alfred, he’s less scared/interested in a physical, literal being than he is in the concept--more afraid of being afraid than of dealing with an actual monster.
j.apan: you’d be surprised; as someone who loves ritual and whose mythology is known the world over, kiku tends to disregard supernatural belief. he’ll join in the activities surrounding holidays and ceremonies, but that’s more for the joy of participating than because he thinks it will actually change anything. in his past he fully believed in all the things that caused those rituals to come into existence in the first place, but nowadays he considers them more “cute” or “fun” or “cultural” than “necessary.” if one of the others comes over to his house looking for yōkai or something he’ll join in, but mostly in a mildly amused way. not that he’d say that out loud, obviously; that’d just be impolite. he is however sometimes outright rude to yao about his devotion to rituals, claiming he’s living in the past or holding up their business. they’ve known each other long enough they don’t sugarcoat how they talk to each other.
north & south i.taly: these two are super superstitious. feli consults his horoscope for daily business and has good luck charms for everything from the weather to love to money to traffic. he’s a gambler and a fisherman, he’s not taking chances. lovi is a weird mix of catholicism-to-the-point-of-paganism and ancient roman rituals--not that he’s sacrificing animals to the gods, but it wouldn’t be unusual to see a miraculous medal and a roman god’s icon both hanging from his keychain. they frequently swear by a broad selection of saints, they always eat lentils on new year’s, they’ve got a million idioms and hand gestures they themselves only half-remember the origins of. they also get into arguments as to which of them is interpreting such-and-such sign or saint the ‘correct’ way. feli also starts brushing off on kiku & ludwig when he hangs out with them; he’s just so into it they subconsciously start doing the same things he does.
g.ermany: extremely no-nonsense, practical, matter-of-fact...except for how he’ll talk to his computer as if he can convince it to work better. oh, and don’t take candy from strangers living in gingerbread houses or offering to take you to your grandmother’s house. and much like alfred & ivan, he’s not scared of ghosts or monsters until he hears a bump in the night.
p.russia: in his early years when he was devoutly religious, he was constantly praying, lighting candles, following his book of hours...usually after “smiting” a bunch of “heathens,” but like, it’s moral when he does it...but as time went on he became more interested in what could be scientifically proven. even still early european science was a mix of magic, religious belief, and nature, and he basically did the same things as before except now he claimed it was all an experiment instead of all for the Glory Now And Forever Amen. i firmly believe he lost his faith in any sort of religion by the end of WWI and nowadays he’d laugh off most of his past beliefs as ridiculous superstition. since he ‘died’/got laid off from being a Nation he’s more interested on where the line between Nation and normal human exists, and where that goes past nature and into the supernatural--things he never really thought about when he could rely on his super-healing to keep himself alive and could feel his citizens’ emotions if they were strong enough. those diaries he keeps have a lot of notes and observations along those lines nowadays.
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BOOK II: THE HIGH PRIESTESS
Chapter 1: The Seer (~2330 words)
Warnings: None
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The landscape is desolate, a place of tawny sands and little else. The sky overhead is oppressive, thick with dark, lowering clouds. Where the two meet, the slim line of the horizon pulses with a viridian glow.
My arms hold fast to Asra’s waist, the scent of his hair in my nostrils. Beneath us, I feel the loping stride of a great beast, shaggy and immense. I realize that I must be dreaming... and in dreams, I have made contact.
“Mast -” I stop and swiftly correct myself. “Asra, where are we?” I ask him. It is only then that I notice the path of shining obsidian before us, snaking ahead to the horizon - clear, and yet ever-changing, its reflection of the sky above further confusing the perception.
Asra says that we are far enough away... but for what?
For answers, he says. For clarity. He senses a terrible storm on the horizon; something is changing, and not for the better.
I am instantly reminded of what the Countess said, her dream-visions of a terrible future, which must not come to pass.
Asra tells me that soon we will reach a crossroads, a nexus, a liminal place. He says that I will make a choice, one that changes everything for me... and for others. I feel his hands over mine, squeezing very briefly. But they are trembling, just a little, and he lets go hurriedly - as if the touch might burn him, or me, if held too long.
A chill wind rises around us, bearing the sands up with it in a vortex. It blots out first the landscape, then the horizon… then everything.
The last thing I hear is Asra’s voice: “Rest now, ya albi. I'll be back soon.”
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I awaken to late morning sunlight slanting through the small windows - rather later than I wanted to sleep, but it seems that the previous night left me exhausted. I stumble into the kitchen, yawning, and rouse the stove salamander so that I might brew a pot of strong tea. He, too, needs to use his abilities regularly, lest they cause him trouble. If I am to be out, he should have a good round of exercise first.
Over my tea and a scone that has seen better days, I consider what I should bring with me to the Palace - a change of clothing, spell components, my current journal… I’m certain that they will be able to provide me with writing instruments...
It keeps my mind off of my strange dream, and its portents. For now.
Fortified with multiple cups of tea (the scone, not especially improved by toasting, was left out on the doorstep for the pigeons), I pack my things. The bag that Heron made for me is very special - it holds much, much more than it appears to. Then I set about readying the shop for my absence. I dust down the counters, and ensure that the stove salamander has a supply of coke to consume.
I go up to the rooftop to water my plants, such as they are. Heron has a lush rooftop garden that provides us both with herbs and vegetables year-round; I have a planter box full of pretty flowering weeds. But the basil is doing very well in its bucket, and the aloe in its large bowl. There is also a forgotten bean that started to sprout, now residing comfortably in an old mug with no handle. Hopefully I won’t be gone so long that they all wither in the midsummer sun… well, the aloe will survive, I am sure.
When I come back downstairs, I must turn away a few customers, hopeful for a reading. Everyone wants to know what the future holds.
If only I could ask the Arcana about the past, everything that came before the last three years. Three years of struggle and pain, of learning to be an adult human all over again, after whatever accident or illness took that part of me forever… for the most part. Once in a while, a dim memory will float by, like a distant iceberg on the sea of my mind. To try and grasp such memories is to invite pain and terror, and so I let them go.
But sometimes, there are things that I know or can do which I did not learn in the last three years with Asra and Heron. I must assume that these come from Before, written so far below the surface of my mind as to escape erasure. I dance fairly well, and I sing better than that. And while Asra and Heron are always cautious in how they teach me, I very often feel that the small, shallow pool of my magic bubbles up from something much deeper, an underground ocean in the caverns of my soul.
It is a place I cannot explore, not even with the seemingly unending patience and help of my teachers. When I have tried, it leaves me bedridden for days, my body unresponsive, my mind a maelstrom of vivid hallucinations. Giants, ghosts, talking animals… a deeper dimension to my relationship with Asra, which is almost certainly wishful thinking on my part.
They tell me that my power springs from something very fundamental and dangerous, the primordial Chaos that underlies creation. By the same token, Heron’s magic springs from the primordial force of Order, and Asra’s from a direct connection to the Magical Realms that lie beyond our own. Each of us is something different, and yet the same.
They both tell me that I’m making wonderful progress, that my power and ability will continue to grow; it simply is not a linear progression. Magic grows in fits and starts and flashes of understanding.
I hope they are right.
As the day wears on, I must be on my way to the Palace. I thoroughly lock up the shop, tracing the wards on the doors (not that this seemed to help against last night’s intruder). As I am doing this, a sudden prickle down the back of my neck causes me to start in alarm - a huge shape has materialized at my side, seemingly from nowhere.
Eldritch energy immediately crackles around my left hand, but I rein it in - they are doing nothing in particular besides looming, so large that they block my access to the side alleyway entirely. Two glinting eyes watch me from within the depths of a rough hood of furs, draped over a massive body that is crossed again and again with ropy scars.
I clear my throat. “Er, excuse me… I need to pass through there.”
For a moment, they simply continue to look at me. Then, they shift their weight, and start moving out of the way. There is a strange muffled clanking, as of chains.
“Thank you.” I nod curtly, settle my bag on my hip, and start walking past the large figure.
“He will return. Though uninvited.” The voice is deep, so deep it’s like the thunder of a waterfall. “He will offer you an escape when you need it most. Turn him down, or you will fall into his hand… just like the rest of us.”
I pause at this apparent prognostication. A teller of fortunes, I know a seer when I hear one.
“Take this, or my warning is for nothing.”
I turn back to the person, curious. The light just barely strikes two glimmers of green from within the hood. Pinched between the huge thumb and forefinger is a little leather pouch on a thin cord. Grudgingly, it seems, the figure holds it out to me. I reach a hand out, palm up, and they drop the item into it, as if unwilling to touch.
And without a further word, they turn and shuffle away. Oddly, no-one seems to take notice of the hooded figure, despite their immense size - normally, people would be gawking, pointing even.
How odd. I scrutinize the tiny bag in my palm with my magical sight. It radiates a faint aura of protective magics. I glance up again - but the figure is gone.
The pouch is well-sealed with complex warding knots, and the leather is inscribed with a sigil. Bringing it to my nose, I smell the warm, woody scent of myrrh resin.
Philosophically, I hang the little pouch around my neck. My magical sight shows nothing malicious in it… and I can use all the protection I can muster, I’m sure.
I step into the flow of traffic and noise as I cut my way through the bustling Market, but I hear little of it; I am lost in my own thoughts. Who is the he spoken of by the seer? Julian tried to give me some warning or other about Asra… but I’m not sure I credit that. He seems to have some personal vendetta. Julian himself, perhaps? What more warning could one need about a wanted criminal?
As I climb the steps that lead into the market plaza, a black shape catches my eye - it’s a large raven, perched on one of the lines of colorful lanterns that crisscross overhead. The bird looks back at me with one beady eye, blacker than my own, then croaks and turns its head. I, too, turn my head, following its gaze.
...and my heart stumbles and skips a beat as I spot Julian Devorak, walking through the crowd as if nothing at all is amiss, his face bare to the world... and unblemished. His temple shows no bruising, no hint of a wound where last night he bled.
He hasn’t seen me yet. Half of me wants to flee, but the other half is intensely curious as to how he can walk about so freely, a fugitive from the law. And how has he healed so quickly?
It is this second half that sends me after him.
Unfortunately, this means I must move against traffic, and I am not large. I also don’t want to form an obvious eddy in the crowd with my movements. Devorak is making his leisurely way along the market stalls, seemingly without a care in the world. Is he looking to get caught? Wanted posters litter the city, and between his height and that profile, it’s not like he is anonymous in any way. An eyepatch only distracts so much.
The raven gives a sudden shriek, and Devorak turns, our eyes locking for a frozen moment through the crowd.
And then a cart passes between us, causing me to step back involuntarily. When it is gone… so is he, vanished as if he had never been there at all.
I pause, traffic flowing around me, and wonder at my own actions. The man is a wanted criminal, maybe even a killer. Why on earth would I put myself in danger by following him around, no matter how curious I am? Shaking my head at myself, I rejoin the foot traffic, resuming my interrupted journey.
Maybe it was Julian that the giant of earlier was warning me about.
A voice cuts through my reverie, a voice I know. It’s Selasi, the baker, whose stall Asra and I often frequent - one of the small handful of merchants who seem unfazed by us. He asks if I’ve eaten, saying that there are spiced pumpkin loaves fresh out of the oven, almost cool enough to eat. He cajoles me to sit and talk with him in the meantime.
A pot of tea isn’t enough to fuel my day. My stomach rumbles to resentful life as the scent of the spiced bread reaches my nose.
“Well… I can’t stay long,” I tell him. “But I am starving!”
Selasi laughs and waves me to the back of the booth, where I seat myself up against the sun-warmed wall of the building behind. An enormous orange fluff of a cat appears from under a table, and rubs itself against my side. Absently, I scratch it between the ears.
The baker offers me a steaming cup of tea, asking after Asra.
“Oh, out on a journey again.”
“Of course! Where to this time?”
“I… don’t know, actually. He didn’t say.”
Selasi frowns slightly. “Really?”
“It seemed really important. Maybe it’s a secret.” I shrug, sipping my mint tea.
The baker folds his arms and shakes his head with a sigh. “Nothing new, I guess. Your Asra on a mysterious journey, that is. But what about you?”
I lift my brows. My Asra, indeed. “What about me?”
He grins widely. “They say that the Countess’s own carriage was spotted here in Center City, late in the night. You can’t miss it, not with all the escorts on horseback. Circling around not far from your shop, even.”
I do my best to cover over my surprise. Selasi loves gossip as much as he loves to bake, and maybe even more. It’s harmless, but I don’t know that the Countess wants her business all over the market.
“Really? I wonder what she was after?” My stomach chooses that moment to let out a long growl, and I laugh. “Me, I’m just after pumpkin bread. I’m a simple creature.”
Selasi laughs, throwing his head back. “Keep your secrets, then, just like your master.” He shakes his head and pulls a fresh loaf from the cooling racks. “One hot for now, and one cool for the road?” he asks, and I nod, giving the cat one last pat before rising and placing my empty cup aside.
Selasi wraps the loaves for me, and I hand over my coin. I place the cooled one into my endless bag before taking a big bite out of the warm loaf. The outer crust has a pleasing bite to it, the inside soft and fluffy, the spices fragrant. “Mmph! Delicioush azh alwayzh! ’ll zhee you lader!” I say around the mouthful of pumpkin bread, waving as I exit the booth.
“Don’t keep the Countess waiting!” he says, almost making me choke on my bite of bread.
I suppose it’s true what they say… the only thing that travels faster than magic is gossip.
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Caught in The Act (Bakugou x Reader)
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Bro, these get longer and longer😭 I am so sorry, but I enjoy myself way too much writing these! Plus, this will be the last one for a while! The next poll is open for a few days longer than the last (since this is about the halfway point of this interactive series!) I have a few different endings in mind😈
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Part 3:
“Hey… wha’s wrong, best buddy? Holy hell, w-why are you crying?!” Kirishima loudly whispered. A loud rumble could be heard before he violently gagged, releasing the contents of his stomach, “Oh, God,” he croaked before gagging again, “I am so sorry.”
Bakugou didn’t even bother looking at him before he turned his back and harshly faced away. The blond aggressively dried his eyes with the back of his hand-- muttering a stream of curses through gritted teeth. He deeply hoped that that damn idiot would forget this night ever happened,
“Go to bed, shitty hair,” he snapped, still refusing to look at him, “Sober up so you can clean that shit up, because I sure as hell am not doing it for you,” he pointed to the mess of bile on the floor so hard that his weight followed after his finger, causing him to stumble.
“You’re the one to talk,” Kirishima giggled as he scratched the back of his head. His best friend didn’t even attempt to retort an aggressive defense and only stared at the ground with a much softer glare than normal. Something had to be very wrong with him.
The redhead sympathetically reached out to him, but Bakugou immediately swatted him away and roamed off in another direction,
“Hey, why you cryin’, man? What’s wrong?” Kirishima called out to Bakugou as the latter continued to walk away from him— instantly tensing up,
“Nothing,” he spat as he entered Kirishima’s room and began rummaging for pants. Kirishima’s clouded mind didn’t even notice that he was naked until then.
“Hey, bro,” Kirishima followed Bakugou to his dresser. He reached out to his friend, placing a hand on his shoulder to both steady himself and comfort the blond, “I am not judging you I just want to he—”
“I SAID NOTHING, DAMMIT!” Bakugou snapped, smacking a clumsy Kirishima’s hand away before angrily stomping a few feet away to clothe himself. He slid down the hallway wall and took a seat to face your door, sending a weak glare in that direction.
Kirishima mindlessly followed after him and found a seat by his side, “Why aren’t you going inside then?” Kirishima shrugged as he struggled to keep himself from leaning.
“None of your god dammed business.”
“Oh…” Kirishima’s eyebrows were raised suddenly. He drunkenly blinked a few times, “You’re in trouble?!” he concluded incredulously, “You guys have never fought before, dude! What happened!?” he slurred loudly.
“Nothing!” Bakugou’s furrowed and defensive eyebrows dropped sadly for a few beats, before he could fix them.
Kirishima knew his friend more than Bakugou would like to give him credit for, “I-Is she okay?” he dragged himself up to his feet, “I can only imagine how much she’s hurting if you’re crying like this.” his words seemed to sober substantially.
“I’m okay, dammit. We are okay!” Bakugou threw his glare towards the ground before throwing his arms up to rest on his knees. His heart felt extremely heavy as he spoke for some reason. It was like when a lie hung heavily on his chest, but that couldn’t be the same feeling. He was sure that he wasn’t lying. The two of you were going to be okay.
Right?
Of course, you were.
Bakugou determinedly threw his head up towards his best friend, “Just go to sleep, you alcoholic!” he demanded in a slur before noticing that Krishima was not in the same place that he once was. He made a quick sweep of his surroundings and saw Kiri leaning with his ear pressed against your bedroom door, “HEY, bastard!! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
“Shhhh,” Krishima smashed a drunk finger against his lips, “She is crying Bakugou! I can hear her!!” the man’s face was twisted in utter terror as he looked back and forth from Bakugou to the door. He shook his head in disbelief as he grabbed onto your door handle, “I-I am gonna go in there and help her—”
“No! Stop, dammit,” Bakugou practically threw himself up and over to Kirishima before he could open your door. The two intoxicated men struggled against each other for a bit before Bakugou finally overpowered him and snatched him away.
“What’s your problem, Bakugou?!” Kirishima had yet to accept his loss and continued to struggle against Bakugou’s grip, “She needs our help!”
Bakugou gave him one final shove before choking up, “I fucked up, okay!?” He blurted with tears in his eyes.
The man anxiously grabbed his own hair and leaned back against the wall before once again painfully writhing down it as sobs dared to fly out from the back of his burning throat, “I… really fucked up.”
“How—” the word became stuck in Kirishimas mouth. Even inebriated, he knew that he would be overstepping his boundaries. Bakugou obviously wasn’t ready to talk about this. He hardly ever wanted to confront his mistakes, but in that moment, it seemed like it might have been more than just a simple mistake.
Whatever it was would have to be dealt with another day. But for now, all Kirishima could do was offer some encouraging words to his best friend.
The man sighed, “She really loves you, you know,” he began as he walked over to his crying friend and once more found a seat next to him. He continued with a soft, almost sad smile, “From the day she saw you. When, uh, we had our quirk tests the first day in Aizawa’s class? She lit up whenever you had your turn on the softball throw,” he smiled at the memory,
“She was always so calm and gentle, but she never really looked as happy as she did whenever you were involved, man,” Kirishima gave a sigh before softly throwing his head back onto the wall to watch the world spin. He gave a short laugh, “Even when she was dating Todoroki for that short while,” his smile slowly died down after a short silence,
“Whatever you did, she loves you, but it’s all on to you to fix it, man. You gotta start putting more effort into her. You can’t just rely on the fact that she is super loyal to you. Stop taking her for granted.”
This automatically sent flames under Bakugou, “What are you fucking getting at?” he spat.
“Relax man, I live with you guys, remember?” his words became more slurred as his eyes fluttered shut, “I see things. All I am saying is that you are always going to have a part of Y/N’s heart. But… you have to show her that you are deserving of that or else... she is eventually going to leave us.”
“How do I even know if I am deserving of her? What if..” the thought became stuck in Bakugou’s throat. He had to swallow hard to get his words flowing again, “What if she deserves better than me, dammit? I love her I know I do, but the terrible things I do and say just fly out so damn naturally,” he choked out. As much as he hated to admit it, it had only been a matter of time before he did something so terrible to you.
Bakugou angrily bumped his head against the wall behind him as tears continued to roll down his face, “I am such a fucking idiot. Fuck, I want to hold her and kiss her and tell her how much she means to me every day, but it’s like something in my DNA prevents me from doing that—from focusing on anything other than winning,” the blond shook his head in complete disgust at his own thoughts,
“What if all this time I thought that my relationship with her was holding me back from becoming the number one hero, when really, I was the one holding her back from being happy?” he finished as he looked over to his best friend.
However, Kirshima was already sound asleep, his head leaning awkwardly on the back wall.
Yes. Bakugou knew that he was a raging mess of a man. He knew that he didn’t deserve you, but he never wanted it to get to the point where you knew that too.
But as you stood in front of him with compete hatred in your eyes, about to abandon him, it was like all of his worst fears were coming to eat him alive.
“Please, don’t leave me…” he cried through gritted teeth as he buried his face into your stomach. He hated everything about himself right now. He was absolutely pathetic, and you had every right to leave his ass. He never should have looked at that woman,
“I-I am so in love with you,” he begged as he painfully gripped your waist. You were so good to him. You stayed with him through all of his shittiest moments—even when he was an ass to you. You were a complete angel—a blessing placed right in front of him that he had so foolishly tried to forsake so many times. God, you were the most beautiful thing that had ever happen to him.
So why then, did he fuck everything up so badly? He was complete and utter trash, yet you always still saw the best in him. He prayed that you could find the best on him just one more time, “Don’t give up on me…” tears finally could freely roll down his cheeks as he sobbed loudly into you.
Words couldn’t find their way out of your mouth. The many thoughts seemed to congregate in a massive mess in the forefront of your brain and became stuck in a traffic jam on the tip of your tongue.
Your lips fumbled over themselves, and nothing came out but disgruntled noise as you looked at the broken man in front of you.
The sight of him broke your heart to pieces.
No.
He broke your heart to pieces already. And still hasn’t even properly apologized to you.
“Bakugou,” you softly called out to him before he reluctantly looked up to your face. His wet eyes shimmered with only a glimpse of hope, but as soon as you grabbed his hands that were gripped around your waist and threw them off of you, that little hope died,
“You cheated on me—unashamed and unprotected. I deserve more than that. I deserve love, and... you can’t give that to me right now,” you choked out, your words not fully convincing even yourself. You had to dig deep within you to find resolve. You took a deep breath,
“I’m... I’m leaving,” you said lowly as tears streamed down your face. His wet cheeks matched yours as you promptly turned back towards the front door and left with nothing but your slippers, phone and car keys.
Bakugou couldn’t help but to stay frozen as he watched your form disappear behind the cold metal frame of the door. That couldn’t have just happened.
As minutes of him staring blankly at the door passed by, reality seemed to slap him in the face. He threw his head down to the ground as heavy and painful sobs ripped through his chest.
You weren’t faring much better as you tried to blink your blurry vision away and focus on the road in front of you as you drove. You didn’t even know where to go.
You couldn’t go to Jirou’s. She would probably go crazy on Bakugou and you had had enough yelling within the last 24 hours. Plus, it was way too early in the breakup for that. You honestly had very little faith in yourself that you would be able to maintain permanent distance from the man you love.
Loved?
No, the debilitating pain in your chest most definitely proved that the word was in present tense. You fought a sob from freeing itself from your sore throat as you frantically patted at your lap in an attempt to find your phone.
God, who could you call right now?
All of your friends but Jirou were just as close to Bakugou as they were you. You didn’t want to put anyone in the middle of your mess, but you felt like you were about to explode—like the sobs and tears could only release so much pressure. It wasn’t enough. You needed to vent, but to who?
You mindlessly dialed one of your contacts,
“Hello?! Y/N?”
“T-Todoroki...? Can you talk right now?” you croaked. You instantly tried to fix your voice through a subtle cough, “You sound… active. Are you busy?” you faked poise.
Yes, of course you knew that the ex-boyfriend card was way low, but you guys had honestly only dated for about three months ages ago in high school and had stayed close friends even after that. It wasn’t until your engagement to Bakugou where your friendship had eventually faded away—much to Bakugou’s enjoyment.
“No! Of course we can talk!” he gently argued. You could hear a lot of noise on the other end of the call before he continued, “I am just… surprised is all. It’s been a long time, after all,” he finished, but you could still hear a noise in the background. Were those sirens?
“Yeah, I know and I am really sorry for calling so suddenly,” you apologized, ignoring the distractions on the other line, “I just.. I don’t have anyone to talk to right now,” your eyes widened as you realized how terrible that must have sounded, “Not that you’re my final resort or anything I--!”
“No, it’s okay. I understand. So, what is it that you need to talk about?” he answered. As soon as he finished speaking you could hear screams on his side of the line.
“I—um,” the distractions were becoming too much for you, “Todoroki? Are you—uh, busy right now?”
“Truthfully, I am at work right now,” you could almost hear his familiar soft smile on the other end, “but it’s nothing major, just stopping a bank heist.”
“BANK HEIST!?” you gasped, before a laugh made it’s way from you. You were finally able to sniffle some of your tears away as the corners of you lips widened into a smile, “Oh my God, It’s really okay, Todoroki. It’s not that importa—”
“No, really, Y/N, it’s fine!” he interrupted, “You seem to be very upset. I would like to help you in any way that I can... Why don’t you come over to my house, so that we can properly talk? I’ll try to wrap things up on my side and meet you there as soon as I can.”
As soon as he finished speaking, your phone dinged. You quickly flashed the device towards your eyes as you tried to mind the road ahead of you:
My Son: Hey. I just wanted to check on you and make sure you were alright! Bakugou is throwing an absolute fit right now so maybe I should leave and give him space now😅... We can meet up at our diner and you can get me up to speed on…
“Y/N? You remember my address, right?” Todoroki snapped your attention away from the rest of the text, but you got the jest of it.
So, Kiri wanted to meet up as well, huh? But... were your really ready to face him?
You felt humiliated by just the thought.
Do you meet up with ex-boyfriend Todoroki? Or Best friend Kirishima?
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Man’s Best Friend
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Taehyung x reader where you move in with him and Yeontan hates you :(
Your relationship with Kim Taehyung is what others would consider as a whirlwind romance. In a span of two months, he had asked you to move in with him. Not that it took a lot of convincing, you’ve been giving subtle hints, paired with strong suggestions and mild intimidations for him to ask you to move in with him in his personal apartment. Taehyung couldn’t stop talking about you to his friends, it was almost sickening. His bandmates had also raised their concern about Taehyung’s relationship.
“Don’t you think you guys are going too fast?” Namjoon asks after hearing about the news.
“I don’t see why I should take it slow, I mean I am really sure of her, hyung.” Taehyung answers calmly. The group were eating their lunch together at one of BigHit’s conference rooms.
“But are you really sure?” Jin pushes.
“Ah, what’s so special about her?” Jimin adds. This somehow offends Taehyung as he slams his chopsticks. Hoseok bounces in his seat.
“Why is it so hard for you to be happy for me? Is it so unbelievable for someone to love me for who I am?” Taehyung loudly announces, startling the rest of the group.
“Taehyung, you know that’s not what we meant. Come sit.” Yoongi coaxes but Taehyung is already on the door.
Taehyung tries to control his riled-up breathing inside the elevator and pulls out his phone to text you.
Taetae: Where are you?
Your reply came almost instantly.
“My place, packing up :)”
“I’ll pick you up. Be there soon.” He replies as he arrives at the basement parking.
Taehyung arrives at your place and quietly helps you load up your things in his car’s spacious compartment. The drive to his place was quiet, giving you the impression that it was a bad day at work.
“Are you okay? What happened?” you gently ask.
Taehyung forces a tight lipped smile and reaches his hand to yours. You let him take it, accepting it as an answer. He would occasionally kiss the back of your hand whenever traffic allows, prompting his mood to lighten up. By the time you arrive, he’s back to his normal cheerful self.
“I can’t wait for you to meet Yeontan” He excitedly states, dragging your luggage behind him.
“w-who?”
“Yeontan, my dog. Didn’t I tell you about him?” You both stop at the hallway of the apartment building.
“No! Why didn’t you tell me you have a dog?” You ask agitatedly.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know this would be a problem...” Taehyung frowns.
You take a while to collect your thoughts
“It’s fine.” You exhale, tightly closing your eyes. “It’s not a problem, it’s just that I’ve never lived with a dog before.”
Taehyung’s eyes fill with glee “Oh, he’ll love you.” He pulls you toward his apartment. “There’s always a first time for everything, Jagiya!”
Taehyung unlocks the door, letting you in before pulling your luggage in. The place was large, every surface filled with little knick-knacks. Soon, the silence was filled with pattering against the floor, gradually getting louder. The small black Pomeranian comes into view, rushing toward his owner.
“Yeontan!” Taehyung crouches down to pick his dog up, carrying him like a baby.
“Tannie, this is y/n! She’s gonna live with us!” He faces you, holding the dog’s paw, making the dog wave at you.
“Annyeonghaseo!” Taehyung uses a tiny voice to greet you.
The dog however, stares at you with his large dark eyes. He fusses in Taehyung’s arms, prompting his owner that he wants to be let down.
Yeontan continues to quietly stare at you.
The rest of the night was spent unpacking your clothes, eating takeout, and cuddling in bed. You were both too exhausted to do anything else which was why at 11 pm, you were both knocked out, snoring in bed.
You were awakened by the shrill barking of Taehyung’s dog in the middle of the night. You didn’t want to wake him up so you went to check on the dog yourself.
You opened the door to reveal Yeontan barking in front of you. You quickly stepped out and quietly shut the door so that his owner won’t be disturbed.
“H-hey, what’s wrong?” You try to gently ask the dog. He continues to bark and growl at you while keeping a distance between you.
“Are you hungry? I’m sure you had dinner when we were eating…” You stepped aside him to get him some snacks when Yeontan, angrier than ever, growls at you. You couldn’t help but scream when the dog tries to bite at your foot.
Taehyung immediately gets up and rushes to open the door to find you cornered by the dog against the wall.
“Yah! Yeontan!” The dog’s owner jogs toward the scene at the end of the hallway, gently pushing his dog away from you.
“Are you okay? What happened?” He kneels to check on your foot which was fortunately unharmed.
“He was barking outside the bedroom door and I thought I should just feed him but he tried to bite me…” You explain.
Yeontan was standing behind Taehyung and continues to bark at you.
“Aish, stop it!” Taehyung uses his foot to slide the small dog away, and ushers you back to the bedroom.
“I’m sorry for waking you.” You apologize as he tucks you back to bed.
“I’m sorry my dog attacked you. I’ve never seen him like this…” Taehyung kisses your forehead and pulls himself closer to you. “Let’s go back to sleep.”
Outside, Yeontan sadly stares at the bedroom door.
The next two days consisted of you and Yeontan being civil and ignoring each other while co-existing in Taehyung’s apartment. He would still bark at you but at least he doesn’t attack you anymore. Meanwhile in the BigHit office, the rest of the group apologizes to Taehyung for Jimin’s comment.
“Taehyung, as a sign of good faith, we’re inviting her for dinner tonight at the dorm!” Jin cheerfully offers. Taehyung fails to keep a strict face upon hearing this news.
“Really, Hyung?” He asks, looking at his hyungs for approval.
“Of course! We want to meet who’s keeping our Taehyungie happy!” Hoseok adds. Taehyung breaks into a full grin, giving his members a group hug. Jin and Namjoon share a “see? I told you” look.
Taehyung immediately shares this news with you, giving you a call as soon as he steps out of the room.
This immediately sent you into a frenzy, thinking about what you should wear, and what food should you bring.
“Hey Jagi, don’t stress, alright? I’m sure they’ll love you.”
“That’s what you said when I met your dog…” You pout.
“G-good point.” His smile drops for a while. “I’ll pick you up at five?” Taehyung offers.
“I’m not sure if I’ll be ready by then…” You answer, already making a checklist for the evening.
“I said don’t stress. I mean it, okay? Love you…” The call ends. You immediately bolt to the kitchen to prepare.
Rain pours harder than ever that afternoon. You have just finished preparing the food you will be taking to the dorm to impress Taehyung’s friends. You were finishing your hair, tying it neatly with a red ribbon that matches your dress. You suddenly remembered something.
Wine!
You quickly text Taehyung to drop by and pick up wine for the boys.
Taetae: But I’m on the way there
y/n: Pleaseee I need you to get some. It’s my reputation on the line here!
y/n: Thanks baby, drive safe. I’ll meet you at the dorm
Your last message remained unread for the next couple of minutes. You decide to just take a cab and wait for your boyfriend at the dorm. You wouldn’t want to give a tardy impression on the boys.
Taehyung arrives at his apartment before realizing you’ve already left. He checks his phone and reads your last text from 15 minutes ago before proceeding to smack himself in the forehead. He turns back to the door when he feels a cold wind caressing his arm, causing him to shiver. He looks back to find the sliding door of the balcony was left open. The moist air flows through the opening the size of an open palm. Taehyung shuts the balcony door, carefully dodging the wet patch on the floor. Just as the thunder claps outside, he remembers Yeontan. No wonder apartment was suspiciously quiet, he tells himself.
“Tannie!” He calls out, Taehyung’s voice echoing through the apartment. “Tannie, Here boy!” He tries to shake the dog’s food plate but there was not a single bark.
Taehyung looks around the apartment, under the bed, inside closets to find it void of his dog. He was starting to get desperate when his phone started ringing.
“Taehyung-ssi, where are you? I found your girlfriend waiting for you outside the dorm and it’s raining real hard! What kind of a boyfriend are you?!” Seokjin nags the maknae’s ear off.
“Sorry, sorry I’m on my way. Yeontan is missing.” He quickly puts on his shoes and leaves his apartment.
You were surprised to find that the boys were very friendly with you. As soon as you entered the warm dorm after almost freezing outside while waiting for your boyfriend, all the boys gathered to help you with the food you were bringing while giving you a towel to wipe the rain from you.
“Whoa that smells good!” Jungkook comments when he gets a whiff of the food you were bringing.
“You should’ve just knocked when you arrived, we would’ve let you in.” Namjoon lets you sit on the couch after the rest of them introduce themselves to you. Seokjin excuses himself to call Taehyung, possibly scolding him for being late. When he returns, he announces that dinner is ready. “As punishment for Taehyung, we’ll start dinner without him!”
Everyone complements the food you prepared. There was supposedly enough for everyone but you were surprised by their appetite.
“I can’t believe lamb chops could be this good!” Hoseok was clearly having a good time eating the food you made for them. Jungkook couldn’t even be bothered to look up from his plate as he enjoyed the food so much.
Rain continued to pour harder outside. You were starting to worry for Taehyung when a loud bang startles you from your seat. The front door slams shut and Taehyung enters, drenched by the rain.
“Taehyungie, where have you been? Why are you drenched?” Yoongi asks. Taehyung’s face remain unreadable.
“Tae, come eat. We saved you some of the food I made…” You beckon him from your seat at the dining table.
“Where’s Yeontan?” He asks, his voice dangerously low.
“Taehyung, I can’t believe you’ve been keeping her from us! Her cooking is magnificent!” Jin laughs.
“I asked you a question. Where is Yeontan?” Taehung repeats. The mood shifts, causing the members to side-eye each other, wondering why he was behaving this way.
“I..I don’t know. He wasn’t there when I left, I’m sure he’s just somewhere.” You answer, suddenly feeling small as your boyfriend stares you down.
“The balcony door was open when I came home.”
“He could’ve ran away-“
“We live in the 38th floor, y/n! He didn’t just run away!” He yells, making you jolt in your seat.
“Tae, you’re upsetting her…” Jimin scolds him.
“Oh, now you’re defending her? Weren’t you badmouthing her just two days ago? She brings you food and suddenly you’re all fond of her?” Taehyung snaps, fierce eyes roaming through everyone seated at the dinner table.
“Tae, come on its just a dog-“ Namjoon speaks when he gets cut off by Taehyung slamming his fist against the table.
“He’s not just my dog, he’s my best friend! He’s my only friend!” Taehyung breaks down crying, doubling everyone’s worry.
You stare at Taehyung, blank faced.
His tears run down his cheeks, further soaking his rain-drenched shirt. His eyes shift towards you, as if knowing what you’ve done.
He eyes the lamb chops with familiarity.
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“The little things.”
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Prompt: Rich girl Tzuyu meets poor, eccentric artist Chaeyoung when the younger girl stumbles into the underground bar where Chaeyoung works. Tzuyu is feeling lost and lonely after discovering her college friends were only talking to her because of her dad's money, but she finds in Chaeyoung a warm smile and an unlikely friend, and quickly finds herself falling for the other girl despite their differences as Chaeyoung shows her a world she's never known before.
a/u: This is one of my entries in the @girlcrushficexchange, the other one will be posted tomorrow. Thanks for all the love and support and I hope you enjoy!
Category: Fluff and Angst
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Tzuyu couldn’t recall how it went down exactly. She remembers entering the café her friends and she would typically meet up at after classes on Friday had finished as they talked about their weekend plans or parties they had heard some frat or sorority was throwing. But in truth, the Taiwanese girl could care less about all of these, having enough of that when she was growing up surrounded by the socially elite back in Taiwan. Thanks to her family’s namesake and fortune, which she had to admit did have its perks. Especially when it came to the trust fund her parents had given to her before she left to study abroad, which gave her the luxury of affording nearly anything she needed or wanted. Which unfortunately for her, her “friends” noticed as well. Leading to the fall of Tzuyu’s social life in Korea.
She had been running late to meet up with her friends since her last class had run on a lot longer than usual, because their professor had arrived half an hour late due to traffic and poor time management on their part. But, that was then and an out of breath Tzuyu was now as she had jogged most of the way to the café to her small group of friends. She quietly opened the door to the shop so as to not disturb the quiet atmosphere that always seemed to hang in the air of the café as the smell of coffee grounds and fresh pastries began to fill Tzuyu’s nose. Causing her stomach to make the distinct sound of a whale mating call to signal that she hadn’t eaten since this morning and it was already late evening. She spotted her friends at their usual booth in the back corner, all of them huddled together as they talked quietly. Tzuyu slowly made her way over so as to not startle them when their conversation suddenly caught her attention.
“...a new club just opened downtown.” One of her friends said as she looked at the other two across from her.
“Yeah, but it’s expensive. We’re not getting in.” Another said, but the girl before just smiled.
“You’re forgetting, we have our own little ‘trust fund baby’. We’ll just get Tzuyu to pay like always. That’s why we keep her isn’t it.” The three girls laughed out loud. Completely oblivious to Tzuyu who was standing less than three feet away.
“W...what?” The laughter suddenly stopped as Tzuyu’s voice broke through the café, their heads turning to the Taiwanese girl as her eyes filled with hurt.
“Tzu, wait…” But their calls fell on deaf ears as Tzuyu ran out of the café and didn’t stop running. Her lungs and legs burned as she kept going, not stopping till she was as far away from her “friends” as her body would take her. When she finally stopped to catch her breath, she was shocked to see that she was surrounded by unfamiliar buildings and alleyways, as the sky began to darken and a light drizzle started to come down.
Tzuyu walked quickly as her hair began to dampen in the rain and her clothes became heavy with water, searching the neon signs for any open shop or store. Before settling on a bar closest to her as the light drizzle became a downpour. The first thing that greeted Tzuyu was the warmth of the bar as she used a hand to wipe away the tears and raindrops on her face before standing up straighter and walking further into the room. Happy to find it nearly empty, save for a few business looking men in suits probably enjoying some drinks after work, as she made her way past them to sit at the bar. Brushing a few wet strands of hair away from her face when a voice greeted her.
“Can I help you?” Tzuyu looked up at the sound of the voice as she took in the shorter girl’s appearance. She smiled kindly at her as the girl’s fingers absentmindedly tapped against the wood of the bar. The girl’s hair was cut short and was obviously dyed blonde, Tzuyu’s eyes continued from the girl’s hair down to where she spotted numerous tattoos littering the girl’s arms before the sound of a throat clearing caused Tzuyu’s attention to go back to the girl’s face. An amused smile played at her soft and kissable looking lips...wait what!? Tzuyu shook her head as she broke herself out of her trance as she met the shorter girl’s eyes, a dark blush taking over her cheeks as she cleared her throat.
“Sorry, what?” The girl just continued to smile as she shook her head playfully.
“I asked, ‘Can I help you?’.” Tzuyu was suddenly dumbstruck as she opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Realizing that she had no idea what to order, she had never actually been to a bar by herself before. Usually relying on her “friends” to get something for her or just nursing a can of soda or a bottle of water the entire night. But, now that the moment finally came she was at a complete loss for words.
The Taiwanese native’s brows furrowed as she looked around the bar for a menu, only to come up empty as she gave the blonde girl a shy smile, “Um..do you recommend anything, Miss...uh?”
“Chaeyoung. Son Chaeyoung.” Chaeyoung said with a smile, “You?”
“Tzuyu. Chou Tzuyu.” Tzuyu returned Chaeyoung’s smile as the blonde nodded seemingly testing the sound of her name like wine.
“Tzuyu, huh. That’s a really beautiful name,” Chae’s eyes did a once over of the taller girl, “fitting for a beautiful girl like yourself.” She said with a wink, causing the Taiwanese girl to blush a deep shade of red that made the bartender laugh as she moved to make a drink for the girl. Which happened to just be a simple can of Sprite with a glass of ice, since Chaeyoung had been working as a bartender for a good while now and she had learned to have a sixth sense when it came to sensing people, and from what she could tell about the girl in front of her was that she basically filled two of her three categories for going to a bar.
After setting down the drink Chaeyoung took the bills that were handed to her, her brows raising at the amount she was given as she placed them in her apron pocket before turning back to Tzuyu as she poured some of the liquid out of the can and into the glass. Chae looked at her curiously, “What?” Was the first words out of the Taiwanese girl’s mouth, as Chaeyoung folded her arms on the bar as she looked at her.
“Are you okay?” The blonde asked sincerely, a look of genuine concern in her eyes.
But, Tzuyu just shrugged and brushed off the question with another question, “Why do you ask?”
“Well, since I’ve been bartending for quite some time now, I’ve learned there are three categories you could place people in when they come to a bar.” She held up her index, “One, sad.” She held up her index and middle, “Two, spoiled.” Finally she held up her index, middle, and ring, “ And three, looking to get laid.” The statement made Tzuyu raise an eyebrow at the shorter girl’s questionable rationale.
“So, you just go about making assumptions about your patrons?” That made Chaeyoung shrug as she moved to grab a glass and towel, cleaning it as she continued.
“Not always, but judging by your appearance and that you came to the bar at pretty much our dead hour, I’m gonna say you fall into categories one and two. So I’m gonna assume...daddy cut you off?” Chaeyoung’s horribly crude and specific assumption caused the brunette to scoff and cross her arms in offense.
Her tone was harsh as she spoke, “No. And what business do you have talking to me like this? You don’t know me or anything about me to make such outlandish assumptions about my life.” But, that didn’t seem to deter the blonde in the slightest as she rolled her eyes.
“Oh please, you read like an open book.” Chaeyoung’s voice had taken on a more arrogant tone that made Tzuyu huff in disapproval.
“I certainly do not.” This made Chae let out a sigh as she shook her head.
“Wanna bet?” Tzuyu didn’t respond, only raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow, practically daring the shorter girl to continue, “Fine.” Chaeyoung immediately reached into her apron pocket and pulled out the two bills she had been handed earlier and held them in front of Tzuyu's face, “You gave me ₩100,000 for a ₩12,000 drink, and you don’t look a day over eighteen.” This made the Taiwanese frown as she quickly snatched the money from Chaeyoung’s hands and opened her wallet, revealing more money than a typical college student would carry.
“So what? I can’t have ₩100,000 at the ready?” Chae just clicked her tongue.
“No, but, you didn’t seem to panic over the fact you gave me money I could have just easily pocketed and you probably wouldn’t have noticed it was missing.”
“Your point? That still doesn’t prove that your insistent insinuation that I’m ‘spoiled’ holds any ground.” But, that just made Chaeyoung roll her eyes again.
“Yeah, and I’m 160 cm.” The blonde said as she once again leaned against the bar, “So, really? What brings you here?” That single seemed like a key as all of Tzuyu’s struggles seemed to just open like flood gates. As she went on to talk about her childhood, which proved Chaeyoung’s suspicions about her being rich. And what it was like moving to Korea and how her “friends” had been just using her for her money. Leading to Chaeyoung sharing about some of her past as well, and how she’d been on her own since fifteen after her: parents, brother, and grandmother passed away in a car accident.
The conversation between the two flowed like a river as they talked for hours, not noticing how much time had gone by until the bar began to fill up with more people. Tzuyu finally realized how late it had gotten. Smiling sheepishly at Chaeyoung as she took out a pen from her purse, and discreetly wrote her number on a napkin before plucking out a few more bills as she handed it over to the blonde. As she got up from the bar, that was beginning to get more crowded. Waving to the shorter girl as she left, calling an Uber to her apartment when she heard her phone buzz in her purse.
-
Unknown Number
Hey, it’s Chaeyoung from
the bar. Text me when you
get home, so I know you’re
safe :)
-
The small gesture made Tzuyu smile as she sat back in the car, maybe she wasn’t so bad after all.
-1 Week Later-
After meeting at the bar, the two had been talking on and off for the past week, till Tzuyu finally mustered up the courage to invite Chaeyoung to her apartment to finally thank her for listening to her that night. Smiling as she got a resounding, ‘Yes!’ From the older girl, that she was...maybe, sorta, falling for.
Chaeyoung let out a low whistle as she took in the surrounding area of Tzuyu’s condo: brand new furniture, stainless steel appliances, floor to ceiling windows. The blonde shook her head, a small smile gracing her lips, “Money really can buy you anything.”
However, Chaeyoung’s little comment didn’t seem to sit well with Tzuyu as she crossed her arms, “That’s quite presumptuous, wouldn’t say? Assuming I just buy whatever I please.” But, Chaeyoung just shrugged as she turned to look at the brunette.
“Are you happy?” It was a simple question but Tzuyu couldn’t find it in herself to actually answer it. So she did what she did best and just deflected it.
“Well that’s very rude. You shouldn’t be asking me this.” But the blonde was persistent as she took a step closer.
“It’s a simple question. Are you happy or not?” That made the taller girl’s eyebrow raise in question as she eyed the shorter girl.
“This is not a suitable conversation we should be having.” The deflection just made Chaeyoung roll her eyes as she gripped her sketchbook a little harder.
“Why can’t you just answer the question?” That made Tzuyu scoff as she took a few steps away from the blonde.
“This is absurd. We are not having this conversation, we barely know each other and you are rude, uncouth, and unpresumptuous.” Tzuyu held out her hand for Chaeyoung to take as she began to shake it, “And I will be leaving now, Chaeyoung. Miss Son! It’s been a pleasure, I have sought out to thank you and I have thanked you.”
Chae smiled as Tzuyu kept shaking her hand, “And you’ve insulted me.” That made the Taiwanese girl scoff.
“Well you deserved it.” Chaeyoung just nodded as their hands were still joined in a hand shake.
“Right.”
“Right.”
However, their handshake continued, making the shorter girl bite back a smile, “I thought you were leaving?”
“Oh, I am.” Tzuyu said in a huff as she finally released their hands, “You are so annoying!” Turning on her heels as Chaeyoung let out a laugh behind her. Stopping her in her tracks as she turned around to face her once more, “Wait! I don’t have to leave, this is my house.” Tzuyu walked back to where she was standing next to the shorter girl as she pointed towards the door, “You leave!”
However that just made the blonde laugh, “Well, well, well.” Chae used her sketchbook to point at Tzuyu as she shook her head, “Now who’s being rude?” That caused the brunette to scoff as she grabbed the sketchbook out of Chaeyoung’s hand.
“What is this stupid thing you’re carrying around, anyways?” She opened the book that was littered with different sketches and doodles, “Are you an artist or something?” However as she flipped through more of the pages she couldn’t help but admire the work that she was holding, moving to sit on the arm of her couch. “They’re rather good.” When finally settled further into the seat she opened the book further, “They’re very good actually.” Tzuyu couldn’t help but look up to the Korean girl who was now sitting next to her, “This is exquisite work.”
Chaeyoung just shrugged, “Well, they didn’t seem to think much of it in old Paris.” The accent tinted French made Tzuyu smile as she looked at the art.
“You really do get around for a po…” Before she could finish the word she cut herself off as she gave Chaeyoung a shy smile.
Which made the older girl laugh, “It’s okay, you can say it. I’m a poor girl.” Tzuyu just shook her head as she continued to look through the blonde’s work.
“Where did you ever learn to draw like this?” The question was genuine as Chae just offered her a smile.
“If you’re free on Friday I could take you?” Tzuyu looked up in thought before nodding.
“Friday sounds perfect.”
-Friday-
The car ride there was pretty uneventful, considering Tzuyu had been asleep for most of it. Classes that week had been a thorn in her side since finals were that week and she was exhausted, not the Chaeyoung minded. The drive was calm and if letting the girl beside her relax was by her sleeping, that was perfectly okay in her book. And, well, Tzuyu was really pretty when she was sleeping. The longer she drove the high rises of the city began to fade away as they were taken over by the nearly forgotten villages near the outskirts of Seoul. The villages that Chaeyoung had drifted through growing up, where she truly found her passion. A soft smile came to her face as she pulled up to the entrance of an old night market, casting a look over to the sleeping girl before waking her up.
“Tzuyu. Hey, Tzuyu, we’re here.” Chaeyoung lightly shook the sleeping girl till her eyes slowly opened, brown meeting brown in an intense stare before the blonde quickly looked away blushing slightly. “Anyways, we’re here.” The artist pointed out the window towards the opening of a sprawling market of tents. The sight took Tzuyu by surprise as she marveled at the lights and smell that greeted her as she opened the door. A fond smile seemed to grow on Chaeyoung’s face as she looked at the market, “You asked where I learned how to draw, so I decided that I’d bring you there. But, I also thought, might as well show you the little things here too.” The artist winked as she began walking into the opening of the market, with Tzuyu close on her heels.
The pair had barely made it a few steps in when Chaeyoung was already bum rushed by a small army of children who pulled at her arms as she knelt on the ground, bringing them into a hug as they all began talking at once. Making her hold out her hands as she let out a laugh, “One at a time, one at a time.” The children all frowned but that didn’t last long when their attention was drawn to Tzuyu who was standing awkwardly behind Chaeyoung. Their eyes lighting up as they began talking amongst themselves.
“Who’s she?”
“She looks like a Princess.”
“I wanna marry her.”
“Is she a giant?”
Among other things, Chae stood up and looked to Tzuyu before grabbing her hand and leading her to kneel on the ground so she didn’t look so intimidating to the kids, “This is Tzuyu.” The kids looked at her stunned silence, they had never heard of a name like that before.
“Where are you from?” A little girl asked her.
The sincerity of the question made her smile as she replied, “I’m from Taiwan.” The kids seemed to look at her in even more awe that she’s a foreigner and once again began talking over each other as they bombarded Tzuyu with question upon question that Chae put a stop to.
“Guys! I’m sure Tzuyu would love to answer all your questions, but right now I want to show her around, okay?” A chorus of, “Awws.” seemed to follow Chaeyoung’s words as she helped Tzuyu stand. As they waved bye to the kids as they ventured further into the market. Each stall they passed seemed to be filled with something new, whether it be art or food, it was like nothing Tzuyu had ever experienced before. And frankly, she loved it. Along the way, Tzuyu couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it had happened but her and Chaeyoung’s hands had intertwined as they continued their journey. Stopping at a good vendor that the blonde had claimed had the best tteokbokki in the world. After they placed their order Tzuyu was about to let go of Chae’s hand so she could get her purse but the artist put a hand on her bag as she smiled, “Tonight’s on me.”
After having the best tteokbokki the brunette had ever had they finally made their way out to the far side of the market that looked over a canal that Tzuyu soon realized was littered with street art all along its walls. The art style hauntingly similar to the one of the blonde’s.
“And this is where it all started.” Chae held out her arm in a sweeping motion as she emphasized the art before them, a smile growing on Tzuyu’s face as she looked down into the canal. The moon reflecting perfectly on the water as she looked on in wonder, it truly was beautiful. Much like her companion who she realized was now staring at her. Which caused the blonde to blush as she quickly averted her eyes, “Thanks for coming with today, Tzu. I had a lot of fun and it was nice getting to show you the little things in life that really make the world go round.”
The brunette returned her smile as their eyes once again met, “I think I could get used to the little things.” Chaeyoung didn’t miss the smirk that was playing at the taller girl’s lips as she scowled.
“Really, Tzumong? I compliment you and you make a short joke.” The outburst caused the Taiwanese native to laugh out loud as she pulled Chaeyoung closer to her. Leaning down ever so slightly.
“You’re ruining the moment Chaengie.” The blonde just rolled her eyes as she pulled Tzuyu in close.
“Shut up and kiss me.” Tzuyu couldn’t help but smile as she pulled her in, their lips connecting in a kiss. She couldn’t help but smile into the kiss as a final thought crossed her mind.
‘I think I’m really starting to like the little thing.”
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