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a-multi-fandom-maniac · 10 months

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Trust Me

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Paring: The Riddler x reader

Requested by @yourcaptainkira64 :

“Hello, can I request a paul dano riddler fic if you write for him. Tropes I like are forced proximity and friends to lovers. Maybe even a yandere riddler of you're up for that (because he's kinda crazy). Lol happy writing!

Warnings: Themes of obsession, stalking, swearing, mentions of injuries, forced proximity (?), hints of one-sided love, friends to lovers, no use of y/n, first person pov.

Note: My first post! I hope that this is okay, I’ve only seen the movie like twice so I hope this fits your request😅 I also just googled riddles so I’m sorry if they’re kinda stupid LOL, enjoy! <3

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The nights were long, and seemingly never ending.

Crime, murder, vengeance; The city of Gotham was the birth place and home to the bad seeds and the innocents, though nowadays it was difficult to differentiate the two from each other. If you’ve lived here as long as I have, you learn to never trust what someone claims themselves to be…no matter how well you know them.

It was nearing 3am at the Gotham general hospital, marking the twelfth hour of my shift. An attempted store robbery turned shootout nightmare landed twenty-three people in the hospital; no fatalities, but a few close calls. Originally today was an off day for me, but we’re understaffed and the crime rates are rising once more.

But then again, what’s new?

I slumped back into the old chair in the empty break room, reflecting back on my night. Hour after hour of running from room to room while the police are breathing down your neck isn’t the easiest thing to deal with, but someone has to get it done. I love what I do, honest, but there’s times where I question myself…but then again doesn’t everyone?

I drag hands down my face as a half-hearted attempt to rid myself from the pure exhaustion taking over my body when I heard my phone ding. I sigh as I lazily reach for it from the pocket of my scrubs and unlock it, as a small tired smile reaches my face.

It was Edward. He’s been my friend since I made the move to Gotham from where I used to live. We’ve gotten close over the years, while many say he’s…different-I find him kind.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary to check in on my while I was at the hospital, but it was a little odd that he was up this late. I opened the message to see what he sent.

Huh.

It was a photo of the sky. You could barely make out some stars peaking out from behind the stormy, smog ridden clouds- but they were there. Typically, Edward would send a little joke or something like that while I was at work but scenery pictures were new. I began to type a reply when suddenly he sent a follow up message.

Edward: What blooms like a flower whenever it rains but shrivels up when it stops?

I scoff out a small laugh. A riddle, what else would I have expected. On most days I love trying to solve his riddles, but tonight drained me of any energy I had left to try to solve it. I sent back a poor attempt of an answer as I gathered my things and approached the entrance to leave when my phone went off once more.

I slowed down to look back to my screen and upon reading the message, my body began to feel a sense of…something.

Edward: An umbrella. Make sure to use the red one outside of the entrance, it’s there specially for you. Get home safely.

I reread the message twice while looking around the almost empty sterile halls that surrounded me. I slowly approached the automatic sliding doors as my ears picked up on the heavy pelting of rain hitting the concrete. The flickering outdoor lights provided an eerie ambience as my eyes jumped from left to right until-

Ding!

Edward: To the right is where you’ll find what you need.

My heart spiked as I whipped my head around in all directions, observing. He had to be here, how would he know?

“Edward?” I quietly called out.

No response.

My chest begins to feel tight as a newfound feeling overcomes me. Something I had never felt before around Edward.

Fear.

Eventually, the lights stabilize themselves for long enough for me to notice the splash of red contrasting against the wet sidewalk. I drag myself over in the direction of it, making sure to be aware of my surroundings as I pick up the object.

An red umbrella, the one from his message. I was frozen in place. In the moment, this didn’t feel like a simple act of kindness. It felt scary; like a dream where you know it will become a nightmare at any given second.

“What the hell?” I whisper, voice shaking.

Suddenly, there was a startling bang to my left as I felt my legs move on their own. I began running as fast as I could, dropping the umbrella in my moment of panic. The only thing I could think of in that moment was the desperate urge to be safe in my apartment until the sun rose.

By the time I reached my place my heart was nearly beating out of my chest as water dripped from my face as I locked the door. I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t speak, and I couldn’t even put together a coherent thought. I let myself shut my eyes for a second before clumsily reaching for the light switch to the left of me and flicked it on. I peeled my eyes open as I adjusted to the light, when I stopped breathing at the sight before me.

Spread across my living room were pictures of me. Everywhere. Pictures of me going to work, me sitting in my living room, even me out on a coffee date with a guy my friend set me up with. My throat was dry as sandpaper as I tried to swallow my fear and walk closer. My legs shook like jello and it felt like I could feel my bones rattling inside my body. I slowly reached my hand towards a picture as I brought it to my face to examine it.

It was the coffee date image…except red marker was aggressively scribbled over my date while a big circled surrounded my smiling face, drops of ink spilling down to the bottom of the picture. I dropped it as if it was on fire as I backed away. I continued examining my apartment when I spotted a light yellow envelope on my coffee table.

I picked it up and turned it around, it was addressed to me with a smiley face next to it. I ripped the envelope open and reached my hand into it, pulling out the contents within.

It was a card?

“Okay..” I breathed out, feeling a little relieved. There was a picture of a caricature heart on the front with the words: what is mine that only you can have?

I tried to think, but my mind was foggy with unease. I opened the card.

My heart <3

I began to inch backwards, trying to calm down. This couldn’t have been from him, no it was too..too crazy. Edward wasn’t crazy! He was a sweet guy who worked in forensics and liked stupid jokes and riddles. He wasn’t capable of-

My back suddenly made contact with something behind me as I loudly gasped and flipped around, heart sinking in my chest down to my churning stomach.

A green figure loomed over my shaking body, eyes burning holes through my head as we stared at each other. I couldn’t see the intruder’s face, but I knew those eyes anywhere.

“Edward?,” I shakily whispered, seemingly stuck in my spot. My brain was screaming at me to run and get out of there, but my body was stuck in place like my shoes were glued to the floor, “what..what are you doing?”

He called out my name as he reached out to me. He placed his green faux leather covered hand on my face, moving down to caress my cheek. I should have ran, but I couldn’t help but feel my stomach flip in some weird way.

“You made it safely,” he said, smiled evident in his muffled voice. His eyes were squinted happily from behind his clear framed glasses, “I was worried about you when you didn’t take the umbrella I left you.”

He paused as his piercing gaze subtly hardened as he continued looking into my eyes.

“Why didn’t you take it?”

My breathing began picking up again. I hesitated for a moment before speaking up.

“Edward-“

“NO!” he suddenly yelled as he backed up, pacing around the open space of my living room. My heart stopped as my body jerked at his sudden outburst.

“I tried to help you! I’m looking out for you so no one else needs to, why can’t you just see that?”

He stopped his pacing as he came back over to where I was stood. He, surprisingly, gently grabbed my arms as he looked back into my eyes.

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted; For you to be safe with me. No one else,” he said with a forceful undertone to his voice.

I felt tears making themselves known in my eyes, and the burn of my nose trying not to cry. I was terrified, but at the same time comforted by his words.

“Are you going to hurt me?” I whispered, not wanting to say the wrong thing.

His eyes seemed to soften as his grip loosened on my arms, but still keeping me in place.

“No,” he said while repeating my name, “no no why would you think that? All of this is for you! I would never dream of hurting you, you mean too much to me. I care too much about you to let you slip away from me.”

Oh.

He…cares about me. I should be scared. I should be terrified out of my mind and screaming for help, praying someone will answer. Or that the signal would light up in the sky and I would be saved.

But I didn’t feel afraid from his words.

I sniffled as I scanned up when down his body, examining what he was wearing and then back up to his eyes. I slowly reached for his glasses and mask as his body stilled while I revealed his face.

Edward. It really was him.

I looked at his face in silence before finally speaking.

“You won’t hurt me?” I quietly asked, “I need to know if I’m in danger, no matter how much I know and trust you.”

He suddenly had a dark look in his eyes as my words. He cupped my cheeks in his hands as he leaned in close to my face.

“I would rather die than cause you any harm.” he answered, “Trust me when I say that I will keep you safe from anyone or anything that tries to hurt you.” He paused and leaned in closer.

“I would kill anyone who even looked at you the wrong way.”

He moved his face next to my ear.

“You have my heart, and I know that I have yours.”

My breath hitched at his words. He was right. Edward always made me the happiest whenever I was stressed, especially at the hospital. But could I bring myself to love him when this is his true self?

He pulled away and looked into my eyes once more. It felt as if he could read every thought going through my mind.

“Just let go and let me take care of you, let me love you,” he begged, a desperate look in his eyes, “that’s all I ask. Please trust me.”

I couldn’t look away. I gave a small smile and a hesitant nod, and that’s all it took.

“Okay,” I whispered, mind racing a million miles a minute.

“I’ll trust you.”

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#the riddler #paul dano #the riddler x reader #the batman #fanfic

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avocado-writing · 2 years

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I Know That I Should Let Go, But I Can’t (Pt 2)

Did i co-opt this into being tangerine x goofy!reader part 2? perhaps. am I sorry? maybe.

GN!Reader x Tangerine

Rated: M (CW: Mention of a r/pist, but only in the context of him getting killed)

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St Pancras Station. It gets under his skin, makes him itch. A dread that seeps deep into his bones. It’s a feeling he always has in stations now. He can’t get on trains any more. He hates them.

Thinking about that job, that fucking job, his neck begins to throb. The deep scar there that his eyes will always be drawn to whenever he looks in the mirror.

Involuntary, his hand goes to it. Fucking stop it, he tells himself.

He doesn’t.

Lemon sticks close to him through the crowd, silently being someone who’s there to support him. Lemon knows how he feels without having to ask about it. He’s never been so glad for his brother’s ability to read people.

Target should be making the drop-off here. No trains involved, their handler promised. Tangerine is trying to concentrate on his breathing and not the throng of bodies that bustle past him as he walks through the station.

He hates this. Hates it.

Then he hears the piano.

Usually he thinks the people who play the public instruments at train stations are pricks, but there’s something about this time that gives him pause.

“Do you hear that?” he asks Lemon, stopping in the middle of the crowd. An elderly woman behind him tuts loudly and makes a show of shuffling around.

“What, the piano?” Lemon asks, confused.

“No, the sound of that old bitch getting annoyed with me,” he says, nodding at the lady who just went by, “of course the fucking piano.”

Lemon listens. It doesn’t seem to mean much to him, but it does to Tangerine - it’s that song. The one you mentioned the last time they met.

And before Lemon can stop him, Tangerine’s on the warpath.

He’s not seen you since that night and he doesn’t like it. He’d spent a while looking at that fortune-teller with your number scrawled inside it, trying to work out if it was something that he wanted to pursue. It could be dangerous. He didn’t really know the first thing about you.

Then again, he’s a hitman. So he fired off the message and waited.

Got to give you credit for the most creative way I’ve ever gotten someone’s number.

Didn’t need to wait for long.

Yeah, I’m sure you’re gonna tell me you’re batting them off left and right, aren’t you? ;)

And so the two of you had started chatting. About asinine things, the weather, the sports. He wasn’t surprised to find you were just as silly over text as you were in real life. He enjoys them, your little conversations - he always smiles to himself when he sees your name appear on his phone screen.

He eventually got the nerve to ask you out for a drink one night. He swore he wasn’t watching his phone for your reply like some teenage girl, but he did practically jump to open your chat when he saw you’d messaged back.

I can’t tonight. Haven’t you seen the news? /:

The last word was hyperlinked. Probably to an article or something.

When he clicked it and Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up started to play on YouTube, he actually launched his phone across the room.

By the time he fished his SIM card out of the pile of scrap and clicked it into a new phone, you’d sent a follow up message.

I really am in the middle of something.

There was a picture attached. He readied himself for it to be a picture of Rick Astley, but it was actually of you that time. You were using a photo filter which had given you bunny ears while you waved at the camera using someone’s dismembered hand. In the background Tangerine could see a man clutching his own bloody stump mid-scream.

Charming. What did he do?

Almost immediate:

Rapist. Cunt blrrding iut.

*bleeding out. Sorrt. Blood on kryboard :(

He’d smiled at that. Yeah, he’d been there himself.

And now? He’s racing through the station with Lemon on his heels, and there you are. At the piano. Singing loudly and surprisingly tunefully, filling the area with music. As he approaches you finally clock him, and with a grin you change what you’re playing from that old pop song to the Imperial March.

Tangerine rolls his eyes and you burst into giggles. Lemon groans when he sees who it is.

“Fucksake, not this again,” he sighs. You give him a friendly wave.

“Alright, Lem?”

“Worse now you’re here,” he states. You pull an exaggeratedly sad face.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do.”

“You’re good at playing that,” Tangerine interrupts, nodding at the piano. You smile.

“Thanks. One of my hidden talents. I’m glad you turned up, though. It was my third time playing that song. I think the coffee wankers were getting impatient.”

You nod over to the queue outside the chain café, where there seems to be a general feeling of relief that you’ve stopped. Tangerine watches the look of dissatisfaction on your face at that, and how when you go to play it for the fourth time, you light up at their annoyance.

He doesn't question how you knew they’d be there.

“How did your job go the other night?”

“From the selfie?”

Tangerine sees the way Lemon raises his eyebrows and aptly chooses to ignore it.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, yeah, fine. I made him give his own severed hand a high five,” you snort. Your face darkens for a moment, and you misplay a chord. Tangerine thinks it’s the most serious he’s ever seen you. “That’s what you get for being a fucking rapist.”

Tangerine wonders if he should say anything. He wants to reach out and put a hand on your shoulder. Ground you, the way you’re grounding him in the middle of this busy station. But all too soon you’re smiling again.

“What are you boys here for then?”

“Hand-off. Interception,” Tangerine states.

“Don’t fucking say that!” Lemon says, throwing his hands into the air in exasperation. Tangerine frowns. His brother is right, he shouldn’t have said that. You catch him off-guard.

Your grin is practically Cheshire-cat wide.

“What a coincidence! Me too!”

“Are you here to fucking steal this from us again?”

“Maybe. Add it to my list of interests. ‘Irritating you two’ along with ‘long walks on the beach’ and ‘interior decorating’,” you chuckle.

“Why, you into all that cliché shite then?”

“Depends.”

“On?”

“Are you?”

His heart skips a beat when you look up from the piano and into his eyes. He’s never really noticed the colour of your eyes before. They’re… nice.

“Shit!” Lemon says, grabbing his brother’s sleeve, “Our guy’s on the move.”

A man is striding through the station, a heavy-looking gym bag on him. Tangerine recognises his face from their mission assignment.

And then you’re up, speeding past them, laughing.

“Last one there’s a rotten egg!” you shout over your shoulder. The mark notices you speeding after him and starts to run.

“Fuck me,” Lemon sighs, “you know how to pick them, don’t you?”

Tangerine rather thinks he does. Because, now he’s seen you, the fact he’s in a station isn’t bothering him any more.

#tangerine x reader #tangerine x you #tangerine x y/n #tangerine bullet train #request #my writing #answered

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daisyblinder · 1 year

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Buttercup //Denver “Bull” Randleman x reader

🌼Warnings: soft nsfw, dry humping, cursing

🌼Summary: Two best friends from Arkansas finally come to a place where they cannot hide their love

Requested by : @krispybearbouquet

I hope you like it, love! Sorry for the delay 🧡

Riding her bicycle with a fast pace along the dirt road Y/n cannot wipe the wide smile off of her face. She was going to see her Denver.

Denver Randleman. The giant of a man who stole her heart, her best friend.

They had agreed to go walk along the field now that the hay was made. Both of them finally having some freetime and the weather was the most wonderful.

They had spent a lot of time walking around those fields, talking, playing with her dog Poppy, working, so much they had shared.

”Slow down there, buttercup or you might hit your head”, his drawl comes as she reaches their yard. She sticks her tongue out, jumping off from the seat and walking over to him.

”Didn’t you say you’d always catch me?”, she teases smiling. Bull shakes his head smiling taking the bike off from her hands and putting it against the wall of the house.

"Ain't gonna promise that a slow bull like will make it in time to catch a speedster like that but I guarantee you, buttercup, won't be from the lack of trying" he teases before taking the smiling girl under his arm and starting off towards their field.

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”You’ve been awfully quiet, Denver”, Y/n frowns picking out a drop seed and tampering with it.

She knew the things were not alright in the world, she knew and she had been angsty to do something about it. She also knew that her Denver had been too.

”I ’ave buttercup, I have”, he sighs stopping his walking and staring at the glaring sun. Y/n’s frown deepens as she takes a step closer to him.

Denver turns to her taking both of her hands into his. ”I’ve enlisted”, he rumbles. Y/n’s eyes widen lightly, her ears not processing the information.

”Enlisted?”

”To the paratroopers”, his words cause her eyes to well up as she moves to wrap her arms around his barrel like chest. Her eyes stay wide open, her arms squeasing him like a vice.

”Buttercup?”, Denver asks quietly arms wrapping around the shocked woman, one hand coming to stroke her hair. He can feel her shaking and soon he starts hearing sniffles and sobs. He can feel and hear her mumble something against his chest.

”Darling, what are you sayin’ there?”, he croons pushing her away lightly cupping her face. She tries to make her breathing stable to tell him but she can’t meet his eyes.

”I-I’ve never, I’ve never told you-”, she sobs her breathing turning erratic again. Denver’s eyes fill with concern, as he starts trying to gently soothe her.

”Shh shh shh, darling, breathe darling. What haven’t you told me?”, he tries to calm her.

Y/n takes a grip of Denver’s shirt and turns to look at him fully. ”I love you!”

Denver Randleman rarely felt like his feet could just turn to jelly and give up from under him but this, this was something new to him entirely.

The woman, he from since he was a kid, dreamed of marrying was confessing her love to him. Just before he left for an uncertain future if any future at all.

Her frightened, embarrassed eyes cause him to shake his head. ”Oh darling”, he whispers cupping her face and pulling her lips against his own in the August sunset.

A dirty thumb runs over a worn photo of a smiling woman, cigar smoke soon washing over the black and white scene.

Denver could not explain how much he missed his Buttercup. Their tearful goodbyes and the I love you’s that had been said without being able to have their time to cherish it.

”You miss your girl, Bull?”, Johnny asks from next to him. He knew what it felt like to miss the woman who owned your heart and he had seen how much it ate Bull sometimes to look at the photo of his darling.

”Every damn day”, Denver admits putting the photo back into his pocket.

Nurses were running around the tent where Bull sat. He just needed to get his shoulderblade checked nothing else, so he waited for the red cross girls to work on the other men first. If he were a lesser man he would curse Winters and Roe for putting him there.

But he could not, they were only looking out for him. Once he gets it done, the night is so dark he is put to one of the makeshift tents to sleep in. Surprisingly it was empty, apart from him, not that the size of it was that big either.

The tents full of the badly injured were too full, he just needed a little place to stay and that’s what they arranged. It was a luxury to have this.

”Is he here, did you really say Randleman?”, a familiar frantic voice comes from the other side of the tent as the flap of it opens.

If Bull ever believed in angels it was in that moment. Even in her messy hair, blood stained hands and sweaty state, she looked an angel to him.

”Oh darling”, she whispers before throwing her arms around him. Bull catches her with an equally tight grip, fighting the tears that threaten to escape his eyes.

Her scent, even through the blood and death, there was her in there. Her softness, her warmth, all the things he thought as home.

”My buttercup”, he chuckles pushing her away and holding her at arms length. Gently twirling her around, Bull checks her for any injuries. ”You got stationed here?”, he wonders bringing her back to stand between his legs pressing his forehead against her own.

”Kiss me before the questions”, she pleads before taking a hold of his face and pulling his lips against her own, their kiss is sloppy and greedy. Full of desperation.

But when her hands reach his shoulders, she suddenly starts to pat at the bandage there. Eyes opening mid kiss, she looks at the bandage before pulling away. ”What happened to you? How big is it, let me see?”, she says trying to get away from his hold to take a look but Bull keeps a tight hold on her waist.

”A little hole, dressed and all better. Can lift me arms and no pain”, he says sternly, getting her to stop struggling. Y/n looks at him with sad eyes before returning her arms against his shoulders.

The moment she had heard his name, her friends had told her to go to him. They would let her have this moment, there were too little chances in the war. Too many risks were out there for her not to take the moment with the man she loves.

For a while they just talk in hushed tones. Both telling where they have been and how they ended where they are, neither admitting the horrors they had seen, but both of them knew. Both of them knew that there was so much more pain and horror than they were able to express.

What mattered to them now was the fact that they had a chance to see each other, feel each other, hell even just smell each other.

”I’ve missed you so much”, she whispers ghosting her lips against his own. He rumbles a soft mmm from his chest, fully pressing her lips to his now fully.

Gently he helps her to climb onto his lap, legs astride him. ”Is this appropriate?”, she asks shyly looking around afraid someone would walk in.

”Ain’t nothing wrong with loving your man”, he smiles making her giggle and kiss him again. Soon their kisses turn more heated, his hands moving to guide her hips to move against his lap.

”Den-denver”, Y/n whimpers her covered slit rubbing along the seam of his pants. Denver moves his kisses along her neck enticing more little sounds from her, covered by the sound of jeeps and chattering outside.

”I won’t have you here, my buttercup. This ain’t the place for a girl like you to be laid down. When we make love, we’ll be making it in a bed. But damn I’ve missed ya”, he says rubbing his covered hard-on harder against her.

”I-I love you”, she whispers breathlessly holding onto his shoulders for dear life, as his bulge keeps rubbing her clit over and over again. Her own hips start to move faster as they both pant, their releases nearing faster with all the waiting they have done.

”Love you too, so much, darling”, Denver growls starting to snap his hips upwards against her, a surprised squeak leaving her, her eyes closing.

Denver can feel her whole body trembling in his arms, and soon she is whispering his name like a mantra, falling apart right on his lap.

After some time her whimpers turn pained from the sensitivity and he stops his movements, letting her sag against him. He would take care of himself later.

”The moment we go back to Arkansas I will be putting a ring on that pretty finger”, he whispers pulling her exhausted form tighter against him, nose against her hair.

Y/n humms happily cuddling into his neck.

”And I will finally be Mrs. Randleman”

"you'll still be Buttercup to me"

"Please"

#bull randleman x reader #band of brothers

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tragicromanceisland · 1 year

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What Happens in Wonderland, Remains

Character x female reader

Chapter Eight

It had been two months since you had begun staying with Vil. While he had returned to his busy schedule, you took care of the house and whatever errands Vil needed to run and just didn’t have the time. You didn’t mind since you felt it was only fair for you to pull your weight since Vil was generous enough to allow you to stay at his home. In the month you had been staying there you met Epel again. He was doing well, and his family’s apple business was thriving. He had a huge glow up. He even cut his hair he had turned out to be quite the cutie. Jack even stopped by a few times just to check on you and make sure Vil was treating you all right. He even took you out for lunch and dropped you back off. You were still fond of Jack.

You almost felt like this was a small taste of what martial bliss would look like if you chose Vil. You noticed on particularly difficult days for Vil he would seek out your comfort the most. Comfort to Vil was being a listening ear and hugs. Though you would be lying if it just stopped at hugging, oftentimes it turned into steamy make-outs, and it all ended the same way. Vil leaving before you could have sex.

You were currently putting away clothes when your phone vibrated in your pocket. You hung up Vil’s dress shirt and pulled out the device.

Vil: I’ll be running a bit late tonight. Don’t wait up for me to sleep. In the morning I have something to discuss with you.

You gave a brief frown. Vil did have days often in which he wouldn’t return until around midnight. You trusted him. You weren’t concerned about him cheating it was more about you being left alone. You carried out your usual chores, ensuring the house remained spotless. Had a sad dinner with a glass of wine and a bowl of pasta. Cleaned the dishes, then returned to your room. Jack and the others often checked up on you, but you knew they were busy, too.

After taking a shower, you remained in your room for the rest of the evening until you fell asleep.

Vil was irritated. He had to stay late again because he criticized a rookie actor. Not only did he have that going against him, but he also had to deal with seeing Neige Leblanche all over again. He was on edge, and he didn’t want to keep taking his frustrations out on you. He managed to snap some photos of you, but he didn’t upload them to Magicam. It was for his own personal viewing. His background was of you and him posing against the accent wall in his house. He couldn’t explain why he loved it so much. He just did. You kept telling him to delete it, but he refused.

“Hey Vil, is something bothering you?” Neige questioned.

Vil was shocked. When did he arrive? Vil tried to hide the picture of you two before Neige could see. However, Neige had already seen it.

“As if I’d let something arbitrarily upset me?” Vil narrowed his eyes as he refused to look at Neige.

Neige chuckled. “You know, I was going to say you haven’t changed, but I feel you have.”

Vil furrowed his brows and glared at him. “Excuse me, what do you know about me?”

“You can act as if your tough Vil, but I work in the same line of business as you. I know what it’s like. I’ve seen how hard you’ve worked to get to this point, too. It helps a lot when you have someone to come home to that you care about.”

Vil’s eyes widened. What does he even know about my life or what it’s like?

Vil was about to insult Neige until his assistant appeared with the tea he asked for.

“I apologize it took so long Sir. The tea you asked for.”

“As you should apologize.” He remarked as he took the cup from the assistant.

Neige just smiled. “She’s very pretty.”

Vil nearly choked on his tea. His assistant frowned.

“All right! Breaks over, let’s continue filming.” The producer announced.

Vil felt it, a dark ominous shadow beginning to eclipse his heart. Something he hadn’t felt since the time he over blotted at NRC. He handed the cup of tea back to his assistant. He didn’t want to bring you into the spotlight, but maybe if you were okay with it, he would bring you as his date to an upcoming event.

He took a second to message you before returning to filming.

Next Morning

Vil blinked open his eyes only to discover he had fallen asleep in your bed. He didn’t remember going to your room. Then again, he had a bottle of wine to himself while rewatching some of the clips his assistant had taken of his acting vs Neige’s. He was determined to outshine him. The frustrating thing is that Neige was a tough competitor. It hurt him that while he was the most attractive, there were still more who found Neige just as attractive. The comment Neige made about you had Vil turning his head and examining you as you slept blissfully unaware. He was studying your features. His eyes take in the sight of you. He found himself unconsciously reaching out and caressing your face. You held the same cute innocence as you slumbered as back then.

He slowly sat up, swinging his legs over the bed. He glanced back when he heard you shifting. He was afraid he had woken you until you stilled, the same shallow breathing. He was relieved. He stood up and left, cracking your bedroom door. Vil wasn’t sure why, but it was almost lonely not sleeping beside you. Even though he told you he would keep his distance. He furrowed his brows he had to stop doing this. If he kept doing as he was now, he would only fall for you harder, and it wasn’t guaranteed that he was going to win yet. He had been keeping himself busy, not thinking about losing you. Yet, he was already so attached.

Vil was also well aware that Malleus and Leona would be attending this event. It wasn’t just a special event for celebrities, influencers, and athletes, yet for royal families as well. Vil also knew a lot of reporters would be attending the party. He would be risking putting you in the spotlight, which is why he had to make sure you were okay with this first. He pulled his hair back as he began his workout.

When you woke up, you felt as if someone had been lying in bed with you. Or maybe you just dreamed Vil holding you close to his body as you slept? You sat up recalling Vil, mentioning he wished to talk to you in the morning. You dressed and made sure you looked nice before walking to the kitchen to make breakfast. Though you were greatly surprised when you saw Vil concreting as he prepared breakfast.

“I would have been okay making my own breakfast.” You confessed.

He smirked. “I thought you liked when I made you breakfast.”

You averted his eyes before flitting them back to his lavender hues. “I do.”

His smirk turned into a smug grin as you approached him. He arched a brow. “Do you wish to be burned? If not, I suggest you – “

Before he could finish you gave him a good morning kiss.

“Good morning, Vil.“

His eyes softened as he gave you a smile.

“Can I help?”

“No. Now sit down and I’ll have breakfast for you in a moment.”

You just gave him a smile and sat down at the table he had surprisingly already set. You wondered what it was he wished to speak with you about. A few minutes later, Vil had brought over two plates. He sat one in front of you before taking a seat on the opposite side so he could see you.

“Thank you for breakfast.”

“I’d like to discuss what I mentioned last night.” He began and took a bite of food.

You took a bite yourself, Vil’s cooking was so delicious. You moaned at the taste. Vil flits his eyes to you. He would be lying if it didn’t stir something within him.

“I guess I don’t have to ask if it’s good or not, your face and the noise you just made are sufficient enough an answer.”

You grinned. You both were off topic for a moment before Vil redirected the conversation back to his main question.

“How would you feel about attending an event with me? I ask because you will be seen by reporters and other celebrities.”

You raised your brows. “Seriously? You would be okay with me being by your side?”

“I will have to schedule you an appointment with make-artists and hair stylists I know, and we will have to go shopping for a gown. However, I have no qualms about being beside you. If anything you’ll make me appear more of a gem than I already am.”

Your eyes fell to your plate, and suddenly your appetite was waning. “…am I not pretty enough?”

Vil’s eyes widened. “What? When did I ever say that?”

“You said I would need an appointment with a makeup artist and a hairstylist. Not only that, I would only be making you look better by being by your side.” You glanced up at him, pain reflected in your eyes.

“No, (y/n) that’s not – tsk. That’s not what I meant.”

He huffed, sometimes speaking with you the misunderstandings were ridiculous.

“If I didn’t find you pretty, do you think I would have come onto you so strong? Even now –“ His eyes went to your cleavage visible from the V-cut silk nightgown you were wearing.

Embarrassed you folded your arms over your chest. “That’s sexual attraction. That’s –“

You stopped yourself and realized it was two sides of the same coin. You stabbed your fork into a piece of melon. Vil narrowed his eyes at your rude table etiquette he wouldn’t scold you about it. After all, you knew he didn’t like it. That was probably why you did it in the first place.

“If you need some time, please think it over and let me know before the end of the week. “

You glanced over at him and noticed he seemed a little disappointed as he was now scrolling on his phone. Probably on Magicam. He was constantly on social media. Though you couldn’t say much for yourself, though you were nowhere near as obsessive as Vil was about it. When you think about it, it might be good for you and Vil to go somewhere fun. Then again, you weren’t sure how much longer Vil would want you to remain at his place. You felt you were overstaying your welcome. At least you were contributing a little.

Two days later

Ace stopped by to check on you. You asked him to stay for lunch with you. As you were eating with him, you were telling him your current situation. Ace whistled.

“Dang, a big event like that. You know I heard some pretty big names are going to be attending that party.”

“Yeah, Vil said the same. Not only that, but reporters as well. I’m just unsure, Vil hasn’t appeared to be in any scandalous situations, and I don’t want to cause him more trouble than I’m worth. I’m kind of out of his league.”

Ace knit his brows together. “You are totally worth it, and you aren’t out of his league.” He muttered under his breath. “Any man would be lucky to have you beside them.”

You raised a brow, wondering what he whispered, though you were surprised Ace felt that way.

“Anyway, if you want to go (y/n), I say go for it! I mean it’s what a once-a-year thing, and it seems like a cool event. Besides, Vil seems as into you if not more since you arrived back.”

“You think so?”

“Haha, I know so!”

You smiled. “Thanks for staying and chatting with me, Ace. I appreciate it.” You smiled.

Ace gave a sheepish grin as he rubbed the back of his head. “It’s not a biggie. Thanks for making lunch it was delicious.”

You beamed. “I’m so glad you enjoyed it.”

Vil texted on his break.

Vil: I'm leaving early today, would you like to go shopping?

He began browsing some of the shops you both could visit and looked up nice restaurants in the surrounding areas. He had expected to hear from you, but twenty minutes had passed, and still no answer.

Have I done something to upset her? Then again…

Vil recalled this morning.

“Do you mind if Ace comes over today?”

Immediately, he hated the idea. He was about to say no. The. He realized he wasn't your husband and who was he to stop you from seeing a friend. He felt strangely bothered by this.

“Do as you wish.”

He placed his hand over his forehead. He had immediately left after that without even telling you goodbye. He had been really curt with you. He should apologize. Though now his wondering what you were doing with Ace that you weren't returning his text.

“Sir, is everything okay?” Aster inquired.

For the first time, Vil addressed Aster by her name since she began working for him.

“Aster, can you answer me something?”

Aster looked at Vil in disbelief. Was the world ending? Did hell freeze over? Did she die? Her brain did a reboot after crashing. She had to play it cool.

“What seems to be troubling you?”

“This potato seems to be distracting my potential fiancée from answering me. If it were you, what would you do? Would you ignore it? Or would you show up?”

Aster felt like she had been shattered at the words potential fiancée. So…he actually is dating someone. Whoever they are must be just as beautiful as Vil. I was wrong to think I even had a chance.

“I believe if I were in the situation, I would show up. However, I'm probably not the best person to ask relationship advice. Maybe you should just wait for your fiancée to respond.”

Vil gave her a deadpan stare. He glanced at the time on his phone. His break was ending. He stood and left to return to his photoshoot. He made up his mind that he would show up in person.

The moment he stepped foot in his home, he could hear your laughter. It would seem whatever the potato was saying was obviously funny – to you anyway. Vil was not amused. The moment he passed the foyer, he saw the way Ace was looking at you. How you were beaming.

“I’m so glad you enjoyed it.”

Vil couldn’t remain silent.

“What exactly did you enjoy Ace?”

You both flinched.

“Oh haha, didn’t see you there Vil. I was just saying how much I enjoyed (y/n)’s cooking.”

Vil glared as he folded his arms over his chest.

“Is that so?”

You stood up and approached Vil. He was still glaring at Ace. Ace finally stood up and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Look, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Vil refused to look at you.

“Vil, what’s wrong?”

Vil felt a little insulted, you even asked. As if you didn’t know Ace was the problem.

“Thanks for letting me come over and hang out with (y/n), Vil.”

“You should be thankful. Thankful I don’t kick you’re a-

You stood in front of him and narrowed your eyes. Vil was surprised. Were you mad at him for trying to keep that guy away from you?

“See ya (y/n)!” Ace exclaimed as he ducked out.

You glanced over for a minute before looking back at Vil. Vil was retreating upstairs to his room.

“Vil!”

He ignored you as he stormed off. You sighed. He was acting like a teenager who wasn’t getting his way. Well, you wanted to know what the big deal was. You ran up the stairs after him. You heard his door slam. A moment later, you wondered what you were doing standing in front of his bedroom door. You wondered if you should leave him be. What was with him becoming so upset over Ace when he said it was fine this morning? It didn’t make any sense to you.

You grabbed the doorknob, surprised when you opened the door. Vil wasn’t in his bedroom. You turned and saw the light on in his bathroom. The door was cracked, and you could hear the shower running. You cautiously walked to the door and peeked in, your lips parted when you saw him in the shower. You stepped away from the door temporarily as you removed your clothing and quietly entered the bathroom without alerting him. You carefully tread on the tile floor, making sure your feet didn’t make any noise. The challenge would be the glass door. As you went to reach for the sliding glass door, Vil turned and noticed you. His ears immediately turned red, his pupils dilated, and though he was surprised, he was left speechless. You slid open the glass door and stepped in. Neither one of you broke eye contact. You closed the door once you were inside, and he smirked.

“How bold of you. I’m not sure I should praise you or scold you.”

“If you didn’t want Ace- “

You were cut off by his lips against yours. The water rained down on you both as Vil pressed you against the stone wall of the shower. The stone wall was cool against your warming body. His lavender eyes pierced through you after breaking the kiss.

“Stop talking about him when I’m right here.”

His lips hungrily met yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pressed more of his body against you. Breaking his lips from yours, he brushed your hair to one side. You leaned into the feel of his lips against your neck. The lingering feel made you release a breathless sigh as you closed your eyes.

When you opened your eyes, you met his steely gaze. Your impulse to touch him took over. The water rolled over his skin as you palmed his shoulders and pecs. You nipped at his ear before whispering to him.

“Don’t stop tonight, Vil. I want all of you.”

You could feel his erection pressed against you. Your sex ached for him. He had blocked you enough times. Tonight, you hoped he fulfilled your request. You left a succession of kisses along his neck before sucking on his skin. You made sure that it was low enough it wouldn’t show. Vil loved the feel of breath, the touch of your lips, and the sensation of your suck and teeth as you marked his body. His hands gripped your hips as he lifted you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist. Immediately, you felt the thick tip of his head press between your lips. You moaned into his shoulder as the water pelted down onto you both.

You were driving him mad. He needed you right now. His fingers moved to your clit, massaging the sensitive area. He observed the way you fluttered your eyes close, how you bit the one side of your lower lip to remain silent. He then leaned down taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

Your hand traveled down to his length, wrapping around his shaft, and you began stroking him. He moaned at the feel of your hand around his cock. How long had he been waiting for this opportunity with you? He was drowning in his desire for you. You rubbed your thumb over the thick tip of his head, and rubbed his length a few more times, as you felt pre-cum smearing over your hand. Vil who had been teasing you pulled away from your nipples. He grabbed your hand and removed it from his length.

You met his studious gaze. You noticed he wasn’t just looking at you with lust, but it almost seemed like..

Though before you could decipher his expression any further, he grabbed his cock and rubbed the tip between your folds. Your legs clamped tighter over his waist. He smirked, before pressing the tip against your entrance. He pushed in the tip stilling for a moment, allowing you to get used to this before he hilted himself inside you.

Your arms wrapped around his back, your fingertips pressed into his skin. The air was heavy, from the steam of the shower. Vil pressed his cheek against yours.

“I hope you know what you’ve started.”

You weren’t entirely sure what he meant, as he began to thrust inside of you. His hands moved to your ass as his lips brushed against your neck. You closed your eyes, as it was much better than you expected. Soft sighs fell from your lips as he made love to you in the shower as the water pelted down on you both.

The pleasant friction building your impending release. Your arms gripped his back tighter. Vil chasing after the high, he so desperately craved with you. Your bodies pushing and pulling against the other’s. With a few more thrusts, your fingers indented his back as your walls clamped down around his shaft. You cried out in pleasure as Vil’s movements became erratic until he pulled out. The tip pressed against your clit as he came on you. Rubbing against your sensitive sex your legs were trembling around him as he grunted in pleasure. Both of you spent as your chests rose and fell he pressed his forehead against yours.

You placed your palm against his cheek, and he pulled away enough to bring your palm to his lips. Your heart warmed at the sweet, loving gesture.

“I love you, (y/n).”

#twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #vil x reader #x female reader #《🦋writes 》

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jmrothwell · 2 years

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Forever on my Reggie + Pumpkin agenda so: “Have you ever been kissed in a pumpkin patch?” + Reggie/anyone

Everything was going well so far. Flynn still couldn’t help but to worry, this was the first ‘Halloween Fright Night’ the school was putting on in years. In large part because Flynn demanded it and helmed the whole thing.

So she was more than a little paranoid about trying to make sure it went off without a hitch.

She made her rounds again to ensure everything was going as perfectly as it could be. The many food vendors were doing as well as they could. Admittedly she couldn’t do much with them, since they were all contracted out.

The many craft and games booths were mostly ok. Although she was starting to lose a little faith in Luke’s ability to run the cake walk like he was supposed to. She caught wind of a few complaints of him just letting the music play out. Thankfully, Bobby was stationed nearby and could keep an eye on him from now on.

The haunted houses were doing well. Willie relayed how a few families were grateful for the shorter ‘not so scary’ one that made their little ones feel like big kids. The small corn maze that Alex and Julie were monitoring together had evidently been very popular with couples.

This set of rounds was almost done, only one major area left to check.

“Hey Flynn,” Reggie beamed from his post watching over the small pumpkin patch they had set up. “Feels like I just saw you.”

She laughed at first, thinking he was trying to joke with her. Her laugh faded however as she saw his concerned face. Flynn took a deep breath and composed herself, “Just making my rounds. Everything all good here?”

“Have you taken any breaks?” He asked, his eye brows began to furrow as he pouted.

She scowled at him, but his eyebrows only furrowed further in concern. “I’ve been a little busy trying to run this thing.”

Reggie rolled his eyes before smirking at her. One of his arms wrapped around her shoulders and he dragged her to a nearby bale of hay and sat down dragging her with him. “Everythings fine. Just like I’m sure everything is fine everywhere else.

Flynn opened her mouth to protest but Reggie pressed on. “You picked good people to help you Flynn, trust us to do the jobs you asked, and take some time to enjoy this. You are allowed to have fun tonight too, y’know.”

She felt her shoulders relax as she sighed, she hadn’t realized how tense they had gotten. He was right, and she knew it, but she hated admitting she had been wrong. She had been working on it, but it was still difficult.

He seemed perfectly content just sitting there with her. His eyes scanned the area, his smile wide, his pinks tinted pink. It wasn’t that cold was it? She actually felt pretty warm herself. Then she realized his arm was still slung over her shoulders.

A small flash went off and drew Flynn’s attention to the side where a couple was trying to take a cute picture. She tried to not call them amateurs for not utilizing the light available in an artistic way, or trying to find a better lit spot. Camera flashes were some of the worst light sources.

“Oh yeah, that’s been happening a lot.” Reggie chirped, leaning into her as he looked over as the couple attempted another photo. This time the couple attempted a shot of them kissing. His sarcasm broke through as the phone’s flash went off again. “Shame, there was some real potential with that one.”

She snorted, as he leaned in closer, a conspiratorial gleam to his eye. He shared some of the better shots he’d seen attempted throughout the night. Most of them being couples kissing shots, which she voiced confusion over.

“Haven’t you ever been kissed in a pumpkin patch?” He teased through a giggle, a little too close to her ear. She shifted so she could look him in his eyes, shining bright with joy.

Flynn swallowed hard, forcing herself to keep her eyes from drifting below his nose. “I’ve never been kissed, actually.”

She felt her face grow warmer with the admission. Why would she say that of all things?

He blinked at her owlishly, “what?” If he wasn’t so close she’s not sure she would have heard him.

She shrugged nonchalantly, she had never understood why everyone had always made such a big deal about kissing, especially first kisses. It would happen when it happened.

His eyes on her briefly darted to look down. “Did you want to?”

“Want to what?” Flynn questioned, her eyes glued to his freckled nose where his blush grew more vibrant.

“Kiss?” He breathed out, and her heart sped up in her chest despite the fact she’s sure she stopped breathing.

She nodded and her nose brushed up against his as she did. The arm on her shoulders shifted as his hand slid to cradle the back of her head. Her lips tentatively pressed against his.

At first she couldn’t help but think she had been right in thinking this didn’t need to be such a big deal. He pressed forward, more firm and sure and maybe she could see what the big deal was.

HIs head tilted as his other hand ran up her arm and all thoughts faded away, all her focus drawn to the physical sensation. An instinctual flip switched inside her as her mouth moved with his.

She felt like she was adrift at sea by the time they broke apart to catch their breath. HIs eyes glittered over his crooked grin. She leaned forward again when her walkie went off. One of the crafts booths needed help finding the parents of a lost child.

“Guess my break’s over.” Flynn groaned, quickly rising to her feet and dashing toward the booth. She doubled back briefly to shout back at him, “We, we should do this again sometime.”

His smile brightened as he called back “Yeah we should.”

#reggie petters #flynn taylor #jatp prompt fic #halloween prompts #reggiexflynn

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washingmachinegirly · 1 year

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Dying Light 2 Hakon x OC Drabble

i cannot for the life of me find any Hakon fanfiction so i wrote some myself.

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“Just entertain yourself while I try to fix the generators. Don’t touch anything. Got it?”

Frank told them the community was running out of supplies, and the surrounding areas were dry.

Sabine said that she knew somewhere untouched by any other survivors. She offered to go and retrieve the supplies.

Hakon said he would go along with her.

Now that they were here, it was clear she did not want to be here and didn’t want Hakon here either.

“Yes, ma’am.”

That’s how the man found himself in the woman’s bedroom. It was untouched for 15 years, like a time capsule. Looking around, he could see both the personality and the lack of personality in the room. The walls are stark white and only hold a handful of decorations, but the room holds many CDs, DVDs, and books. The CDs and DVDs intrigue him but are useless unless the generators work. So he makes his way to the bookshelf.

Looking through the bookshelf, he sees a variety of books. LSAT practice books, D.I.Y. books, law books, history books, and romance books. He would have never pegged Sabine to be the romantic type. He takes a book off the shelf titled “A Million Kisses in Your Lifetime” and opens it to a random page.

“It’s been three years, four months, two days, and a handful of hours since the first moment I set my eyes on her. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. The absolute bane of my existence.” He reads aloud from the book and then laughs to himself. The lines are cliche, but he can’t argue against them. They were romantic and something he probably would say himself.

Above the bookcase, he finds a dead plant. Peering around the rest of the room, he finds many dead plants. Most likely unwatered. Who would have stayed around to water them anyways? On top of the bookcase is an ornate tea set. Picking up the teapot and dusting it off, he realizes it is handmade and old. It would probably sell for a pretty penny. Juan would practically salivate over it. He would never tell Sabine about selling to Juan, though. That guy is her number one enemy. The stick up her ass.

Walking along the wall, he comes upon a dresser. On top of the dresser, he finds a music box. After cranking the knob on the back and opening the box up, hoping for music. Unfortunately, no music sings, and the ballerina remains stagnant. Inside the box, he finds only a plastic rhinestone choker and plastic diamond earrings. The type of jewelry competitive performers would wear back in the day. He then picks up a violin case and opens it. Inside sits a beautiful, untouched violin. It shines against the sunlight peeking through the window. He wonders if Sabine would play for him and if she is as good as she claims. Beside the violin is a picture of a girl and a dog. He picks up the photograph to get a better look. Upon inspection, he realizes it is a picture of a much younger Sabine and a dog. The dog looks to be an Australian Shepard. Sabine had the massive dog in her arms. They were both smiling at each other.

Hakon has never seen her smile like that. He smiles to himself and places the framed photo back onto the dresser. Walking away from the dresser, the man comes face-to-face with a large mirror that takes over almost an entire wall. It had been long since he’d seen his reflection so clearly, in broad daylight. He takes in how greasy his hair and skin look.

“My god, am I graying?” He asks himself as he steps closer to the mirror and ruffles his hair around.

He takes in the new scars on his face, neck, and hands. Some are faint and will probably disappear in a week or so. Others are deep, leaving an indent in his skin. One scar, in particular, is deeper than the rest. It goes from the top right of his forehead, through the eyebrow, past his eye, over the nose, and stops in the middle of his left cheek. Despite the lasting mark, he supposes he should be thanking Sabine. If not for her, it’d be a hell of a lot more than a scar.

Hakon was cornered between two skyscrapers by a pack of renegades. He had thought it was an easy enough job to handle alone. Obviously, he was very wrong. As the renegades approached him, they laughed and sneered in his face.

“No one to save you now, runner.”

Soon enough, Hakon felt the cold concrete hit his back. He could have and should have gone the other way, but no, he’s always looking for trouble. As he scolded himself, a renegade approached him with a knife. Hakon imagined that behind the mask, the man was smiling as he raised his blade. Hakon closed his eyes, ready to face his death. Only a fool like him would perish like this.

Yet the blade only scratched him. When he opened his eyes, in front of him, he found the guy dead on the ground. Looking up, he saw Sabine fighting off the other four.

“Are you going to keep staring at me like an idiot, or are you going to help me?”

Hakon chuckles to himself as he thinks back on the memory. Despite his gray hair and ugly scars, he must still have charisma if he’s lucky enough for a girl like Sabine to save him.

He moves to the other wall, gazing at all the items hanging upon it. While the trophies and medals are pretty shiny in the sun, Hakon’s eyes draw toward the other ornaments on the wall.

First, he finds the drawing of the dog. It must be the same dog from the framed photo on the dresser. Getting a closer look, he notices the message on the bottom.

“For my favorite sister. P.S. I miss you! And so does Clementine. Please come home soon! - Chrys”

The man chuckles to himself. He can’t imagine the 15-year-old Chrysanthemum he knows being so young. She couldn’t even spell her name! She must have been around 4 or 5. Despite the childlike innocence, it makes him sad as he remembers how young she was when it happened. Still, in spite of all the world’s hardships, Sabine’s sister was able to keep a bit of her childishness. Hakon’s eyes wander over to the family photo.

A childishness Sabine never seemed to have.

All the people in the photo seem to be emotionless. They were all flat-faced yet held the smallest air of contentment. After a closer inspection of the 15-year-old Sabine, Hakon decides that Sabine is and was nothing like her sister. She sat in front of her parents, knees together, back straight, and heads in her lap. Her lips were a flat line, slightly curved at the edges, and her eyes seemed sad.

Hakon decides to move on to the collage of photos.

When looking at the photos, a gust of déjà vu hits his face.

The collage contains four photos in total. The first photo was a group photo with three girls in a cab. Hakon recognized Sabine in the middle of the other two girls. The taxi cab and scene looked all too familiar. In the second photo, he realized why it was so familiar.

It was his taxi cab, the one he drove before all hell broke loose.

He is looking at a photo of his younger self with the three girls. As he stares at the picture with the seriousness of a detective, the day returns to him in broken fragments.

The girls had all hopped into his cab, giggling with each other. He was a bit weary of them, but Sabine claimed they had money and to just drive. Despite his weariness, he was bored, so he obliged. As he “drove” through the traffic in the city, he eavesdropped on the girls’ conversation and watched their theatrics. He would have been lying if he said it wasn’t entertaining. Sabine caught onto him and asked if he wanted in on the photos and fun. He should have said no and done his job, but he was never that kind of guy. He was young and looking for something fun to happen, so he said yes.

Sabine dragged him into the photo, smiling cheekily. She leaned over the console to take over his radio system to change the music. She told him he had shit music taste, which he scoffed at, but she was right.

Sabine also dragged him and the girls to a karaoke bar. At first, they had just ordered a few drinks and watched the other drunk barhoppers sing on the stage. Within 10 minutes of being at the bar, the girls found themselves on the stage, performing an America’s Got Talent-worthy performance of Wannabe by the Spice Girls. That’s when Hakon took the third photo with Sabine’s camera. After that, the girls all took turns performing solos, allowing the other bar-goers to squeeze in once in a while.

A couple more drinks in, Sabine convinced Hakon to sing with her. That’s where the fourth photo came from, courtesy of one of Sabine’s friends. He never learned their names. After his and Sabine’s first performance, the night got a little blurry.

Hakon is amazed that he remembers that much from almost 15 years ago. He is even more amazed that he’s known Sabine long before the fall. He thought he would have remembered a girl like her, but life gets busy. Extremely busy, according to the events of the last 15 years.

Static comes from his left, and he’s broken from his stunning trance. Looking over, he finds an old TV turned on. Sabine must have got the generators on. While the TV is on, Hakon doesn’t suppose there’s cable TV anymore. To delight, he does find a collection of DVDs and VHS tapes under the TV. He kneels to get a closer look at the collection. Most of the tapes seem to be performance videos, most likely of dances. Sabine had never talked about it, but judging by the trophies, medals, and dance equipment, Hakon could guess she used to be a competitive dancer. He was very familiar with those girls and their families, having to drive them around in his cab during competition season. None of the tapes interested him, but a CD labeled “My Final Bow: Video Diary” sure did. He isn’t normally one to go through people’s diaries, but he is willing to make an expectation for a closed-off girl like Sabine. Besides, a photo that falls out of the CD case tells him the video probably has to do with him. The photo is a blurry, candid picture of Sabine and Hakon. Her short arm stretched out to fit them both in the camera’s border as she leaned over to kiss his cheek. Hakon doesn’t remember that part of the night. He doubts Sabine does either. After one last glance at the photo, he puts the CD into the TV’s CD port.

The video was a simple collection of clips taken on the same night as the photos. It showed the girls racing toward the cab and jumping inside. They were giggling the whole time. The clip transitioned to the girls in a heated conversation about god knows what, but Hakon heard himself laughing in the background. The video then jumped late into the night. It showed various moments of the group’s karaoke performances. Sabine’s show to the song Circus by Britney Spears. Hakon and Sabine’s duet to Love Shack by The B-52’s. One of the other girl’s performances of Love Story by Taylor Swift. The rest of the video was a blur of the night, the liveliness of the filmers altering the video. It showed Sabine and the girls jumping around and laughing. Soon enough, the clips were coming to an end. Each clip showed Hakon dropping off the girls at their respective hotels. At each stop, Sabine would hug the girl with all her might and wave goodbye to them until they were out of the camera’s sight. Sabine was the last one to be dropped off. The final clip shows Sabine waving toward Hakon as he drives away. Then the video cuts to black.

“ I thought I told you not to touch anything.”

Sabine’s voice causes Hakon to jump from his seat on the ground. Behind him, Sabine stands leaning against the doorway. She crosses her arms, and her eyes look angry, but she has a small smile on her lips.

“How long have you been there?”

“Long enough to watch the entire video with you.”

Hakon stares at her as he stands up. He looks past her, deep in thought, then turns to look at the TV and back at her.

“Do you remember any of that night?”

“I didn’t recognize the guy was you until now if that’s what you’re asking. You look a hell of a lot uglier now.” She smirks at him. “You’re a hell of a lot more annoying too.” He rolls his eyes.

Hakon has a million questions rolling through his head right now. What happened to her after that night? Who are the other girls? Does she remember anything from that night that he doesn’t? Why aren’t other photos of friends and adventures in her childhood bedroom? Despite his million questions, he knew Sabine wouldn’t answer them. Looking up at her, he sees her fiddling with the straps on her jacket. She was scared he would ask her questions. Try to pry into her personal life. Something she’s been clear about not wanting since the day she joined his group. He’d respect her wishes, but still…

“Why’d you keep this photo?” He questions as he picks up the photo off the ground.

It was unlike the Sabine he knows now to keep a photo like that. It was unlike her to take that photo or to kiss him in the first place. He imagines Sabine would gag at even the thought of getting close to him. He hopes his question will tell him a bit about her without directly asking her about her past.

Sabine approaches Hakon to take a look at the photo. After a glance, she scoffs, rolling her eyes before snatching the photo from his hand.

Still, he looks at her with probing eyes.

“…I think if things went differently after that night, I’d be a fun girl to be around. I’d be the life of the party.” Sabine contends as she stares around her old bedroom, reminiscing.

Certainly an odd answer from the Sabine he knows. He feels like that may just be the most backward, vulnerable answer he could have gotten from Sabine, but he’ll take it. Any glimpse into her as a person was a win to him.

“I think you’re pretty fun. I wouldn’t be here with you if I didn’t, would I?”

Sabine looks at him for a while, pondering his answers. Just when Hakon thinks he might get another genuine answer from the woman, she laughs while rolling her eyes and then turns her back on him.

“Come on. We need to clear the basement and the rest of the house now if we want to leave before nightfall. I don’t want to spend the night here.”

Hakon chuckles to himself as he follows her out the door. He’ll have to remember to grab the photos and violin before they leave. Though Sabine insisted her room be left alone, he feels these items are worth her ripping him a new one the next day.

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disclaimer: i know nothing about dying light 2 besides minimal research on the wiki and watching slimecicle play it. i know even less about dying light, having never watched, so there are probably a lot of inaccuracies. i just wrote this bc i thirst for hakon and i needed a muse for my creative writing assignment. also the format may be weird bc i copy and pasted it from my creative writing draft.

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purplesurveys · 2 years

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survey by brelee

Who is your favorite boy band? If you don't like any, what's a band you do like? BTS. Side note, I can’t believe I made such a fuss about preparing for a world tour when they’ve just ended up announcing a hiatus! Hahahaha.

What last made you anxious? Work, and everything about it at the moment. It sucks because when I start getting anxious because of it I will usually hold Kimi for comfort, and now he’s not here, so...

Do you have a favorite letter of the alphabet? Um, not really.

Have you ever modeled before? Nah I’ve never done it. I wanted to in the past but it’s also been a long time since I’ve grown out of that phase.

When did you last exercise? Start of May when Bea and Kata invited me to take a morning walk at my university’s oval.

Have you ever sold anything online? I’ve never sold anything but I have put up a trade offer online in the past, back when I got a Jungkook pull and really wanted the Taehyung counterpart haha.

Is there a TV show you could watch everyday? Friends, and I did do that for a time. I rewatched the episodes everyday, for months on end. This is me with 2 Days 1 Night.

Where do you go to feel serenity? BTS.

What's the last photo you taken? I took a mirror selfie earlier because I liked the temporary curls my hair took on when I took it out of my bun.

What's a concert you'd love to see? BTS. That’s now going to take a while though, with the most recent updates...

Do you charge your phone overnight or during the day? I usually do overnight, but sometimes I’ll forget to do that and I end up having to charge it during my work shift.

How many credit cards do you own? I don’t have a credit card and tbh I don’t really want one. If I have to make big purchases, like my current phone, I just ask my dad if I could charge it to his card then I pay him every couple of weeks.

What never fails to make you laugh? My friends and my dogs.

Do you have a song stuck in your head? Run BTS.

What's your favorite local restaurant? What do you usually order? It’s a local Japanese place called Yabu, and I get their rosu katsu set.

Describe your day in 3 words. Lonely, chaotic, unexpected.

Do you know anyone with multiple middle names? The most I’ve seen is three first/middle names.

Are you good at singing? Eh, no. I sing for my own ears.

What's your favorite perfume? Heat Rush.

Rate your social skills, 1-10. I’d say a 9 since this job has trained me extensively to become a huge extrovert lmao. The -1 is because I still have to work on small talk and getting that full confidence when I have to approach people as I do still get nervous, but I’d say my social skills have generally improved a lot since starting my career in PR.

Are you part of the LGBTQIA+ community? Yeah.

Are you scared of growing older? I’m scared of the possibility of getting left behind as everyone around me gets older and form lives of their own, but aging per se doesn’t concern me much.

Do you pay any attention to celebrity drama? If you do, what's something that has your attention? I'm currently in shock over Liam Payne🙃 HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Liam is digging his own grave at his point, isn’t he? It’s ridiculous. Anyway, no I’m not super invested in celebrity drama these days anymore. The Liam thing did get me riled up for like a minute, but I moved on from that pretty quickly.

Have you ever had chicken pox? I haven’t.

Have you ever grown your own garden? Nope.

What is a current goal of yours? To resign, my god. And find a new job.

What's the farthest you've ever walked? In one go? I’m not sure. Maybe that time we walked in Bali because my parents ditched public transport at the time and wanted to ~experience the city.

What's something you would love to have right now? A fucking day off.

Would you ever consider adopting or fostering children? No. I’d love to adopt pets, but I don’t think I could do it with a child.

Do you sleep with a light on? Not usually. Sometimes I’ll fall asleep with my night lamp still on but generally I prefer all the lights to be out.

What did you last have to eat? This honey sesame chicken meal I have beside me. I’m trying Panda Express for the first time y’all!!! I’m so stoked hahaha and it’s turned out great!

If offered $1 million, would you do a reality show of your life? No because I would most likely deal with the money realistically and it wouldn’t make for an entertaining reality show whatsoever.

What was the last lie you told? That I’m doing okay. My dog just died and I won’t be for a while, but of course I wouldn’t be telling people the latter.

Where do you need to go next time you leave the house? At the hotel where my next PR event will be.

When did you last take a walk? Can’t remember. Might have been that morning walk with Bea and Kata I mentioned earlier.

What's a good memory from your youth? Having big hotel dinners with my whole family.

What is something you will always defend? Kimi.

Would you consider yourself to be petty? I can be but I wouldn’t say it’s my whole personality lol.

What did you watch on TV today? I didn’t watch anything today other than the BTS dinner.

#survey #surveys

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muselexum · 1 year

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@akagamiko sent:

"You aren't ugly," he said, concern bleeding into his voice. His brows were furrowed, far from an unusual feature from him, but his expression was incredulous. Shanks reached out, fingers brushing along her face to push her hair back. "Why would you think something like that?"

The thought was so unfathomable to him it hardly seemed a possibility. But he could see it now that it was drawn to his attention. The way she carried herself and let herself hide beneath her hair. He brushed as much of it as he could behind her ear then.

"You're beautiful, Akane." He still looked concerned. "You look like your mother," he paused. His gaze was intense, never leaving here, and his hand kept her from looking away. He needed her to know that he was serious. That he meant every word. "I used to think she was the most beautiful person in all the Seas and I've been enough places to know that was true." It had been so long since he had seen her that she had started fading from his memory. The thing that had brought her back to him, in so many different ways, had been Akane.

"You're the one who took that title from her, you silly girl. The moment I saw your photo on that poster–" The one still on the wall in his quarters. "I knew it was yours. And I doubt your ma'd mind giving up her spot for you." His finger ran along her cheek tenderly, giving a small smile. "And I'm not saying any of this 'cause I'm your dad. I'm completely impartial here. Plus you do look a bit like me, and I'd say that doesn't hurt." // daughter >:(

Her temper had calmed and she was all about ready to move on from the entire conflict that had transpired with a huff and roll of her shoulders. That was when Shanks’ comment hit her, his tone serious and concerned. It took her a moment to even realize what could have prompted him to say such a thing in the first place until she recalled what she had said during her rage-induced yelling.

Why would you think something like that?

The answer wasn’t a simple one and even if she was capable of forming the mountain of unaddressed feelings towards her own self-image into words, she wouldn’t know where to begin. When her curtain of hair was swept away to reveal the worst of her facial scarring, Akane corrected herself as she was sure that would be the easiest place to start. The metal arm that hung heavy at her side was an easy second.

You look like your mother.

Her heart gave a painful pang at that, her face pinching up as if to physically rebuke the comparison she felt undeserving of. The visual image of her mother had started to become faded as of late- a thing that terrified her, but a trouble best left for another day. Her image was faded, but Akane’s memories regarding her were not. Warm, loving, restrained, stern but kind, radiant. Akane may have begun forgetting a lot, but she’d never forget her mother’s eyes. Her eyes were a pretty blue like the sky or the sea and her smile was like hugs. The most beautiful woman ever. That was what Akane viewed her as, and to even compare her to her mother felt like a ghastly offense. Her mother was everything that Akane could never be.

She had never thought herself a particularly beautiful woman. She had enough self-awareness to know that her face was- or at least had been pleasant on the eyes. She remembered as a young marine she would sometimes receive an odd comment by men she didn’t know and though she couldn’t quite understand what was happening, her intuition did. The strange attention had always made her gut twist, and in those moments she recalled wishing that she’d be uglier to them so that maybe they’d ignore her. She had gotten her wish as she grew, making herself abrasive and unapproachable. It had been an attempt to make things better for herself, but it had only made the strange relationship she had formed with herself worse. Just act like one of them her younger self had said when trying to find her resolve, and so she had done well to bury the aspects the boys and men found appealing and replaced them with behaviours that mimicked their own instead. Her rage as uncontrollable and embarrassing as it was, also worked in her favour. Whenever any of them would witness such things, she could see the change in their disturbed eyes and knew that they’d henceforth view her as a freak.

Akane was anything but her mother.

The only thing Akane could never let go of was her hair. It was inexplicable as her hair drove the most compliments of all. Many times as a girl she had stood at the sink with a pair of scissors, but the thought of chopping her fiery mane would leave her sobbing with grief. Her relationship had always been strange with it even since she was child. Even if she had always been a bit insecure about the attention her hair had brought her, her mother and all the elders had adored it. It was beautiful. It was special. They’d always remind her as they put it up into pretty braids and tell her how pretty and blessed she was to have been gifted with it. She eventually gave up on trying to cut it and accepted that she could keep it, taking care of it and braiding it with the same adoration. If I may keep only one thing from my girlhood, let it be this.

“It’s fine.” She said, steeling herself enough to swat his hand away. Her hair fell back in front of her face and provided her immediate comfort. For as encouraging as he tried to be and how much the girl buried within her wished to burst into tears at the validation, her reinforced barricades surrounding the topic had only received a crack at most. She attempted to deflect his concerned attention off of her with some dry humour, “Maybe we’re both ugly then.”

Before he could retort she shook her head, allowing her expression to ease as she put a smile on her lips though it did not reach her eyes. “Something like that- it doesn’t bother me, otherwise I wouldn’t say it so comfortably. You don’t need to coddle me over this Shanks, I’ve never felt the need to be beautiful.”

I’ve only ever needed to be strong.

#WAAAAAAAAAAAAH #// shanks.......... crying.. he's doing his best #//always such a treat to touch on akane's turmoil with beauty and femininity and all that *smooches #also some of her struggles growing up in the marines.. ugh #akagamiko #FOR ALL ( answered. )#AKANE ( general tag. )#AKANE ( rp. )#AKANE ( drabbles. )

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kyndaris · 1 year

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Hey There, You’re an All Star

Contestant number three followed a week after number two. His name, or as how he shall be referred to in these blogs will be Shrek. Why? Because during our Hinge chats, he subtly slid in the lyrics of one of the most one hit wonders of all time. And because, afterwards, when I relayed my experience to my friends, I told them that he ‘Smash-Mouthed’ me. And no, dear readers, I know where your garbage brain has gone, but get it out of the gutter!

Our meet-up was a simple affair at a local shopping centre in a suburb of Sydney. More specifically, it was in the north-west corner of the greater Sydney region. No, not Richmond with all the flooding. A bit more north and a little less west.

Still confused? Excellent. I wasn’t going to specify exactly where it was in case there are Sydneysiders that read my blog and somehow manage to track me down.

To be fair, it was probably the most tamest of encounters: out in public and in broad daylight. Though I tried to recruit my friends to spy on us, they all decided to head elsewhere.

The cowards.

Instead, I had a work colleague serving as my eyes and ears during the meet-up. Celebrating his birthday, he was also in the area with his girlfriend to enjoy a subpar lunch at Crinitis.

And even though it’s been a few weeks since (of writing at least), I’m not sure if I’m thankful for his presence or if I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.

The way he winked at me behind Shrek...

The stalker photo of us shopping...

You know what? I’ve changed my mind. Maybe murder truly is the answer.

For, at this rate, my stainless reputation at work will be ruined! How will I continue to be a Goddess among mortals when they have glimpsed behind the curtain and seen the truth of who I am?

It shall not stand!

But back to the date on hand.

Despite the fact that I had received a phone call from a friend’s mother asking if said friend was in my car (they weren’t) and that I was desperately trying to organise a way for their mother to get in touch so that they could pass off the car keys (firing off messages left, right and centre after parking), I arrived earlier than Shrek.

He, like many that frequent this shopping centre, was struggling to find parking. And instead of parking close by, he had parked all the way on the other side of the shopping complex. Initially, reading what he had messaged me, I had assumed he had found a spot in the mall opposite our immediate meeting venue. And so, I stationed myself near the pedestrian crossing, expecting him to appear.

While I did not encounter Shrek (as he had parked not where I had expected and had subsequently approached through the shopping centre and was therefore behind me), I did bump into my work colleague and wished him a ‘happy birthday’ before greeting his girlfriend.

After advising them of what the next hour or so would entail, I returned to my waiting spot, eyes on my phone for any indication from Shrek whether or not they had arrived. After getting an idea of what he was wearing and having a look around the plaza, I spotted him near the entrance and walked on over to greet him. Introductions made and with our stomachs growling, we headed to the closest restaurant: Korean fried chicken. Or, as I like to refer to it, my favourite type of KFC.

Over lunch, we talked about family, our interests and what we else we had planned over the weekend. You know, the riveting type of conversations you usually have when you meet a person in the flesh for the first time. And even though it’s not a job interview, you’re still desperately trying to impress. Just a little. So, maybe it was a little stilted as we were trying to find safe topics to navigate through.

No longer was it as easy to converse as it was through chat.

Although, to be honest, many of my friends do find me much more loquacious via written communication than verbal. But! On the plus side, my interactions in the work place and my desire to know everything about someone else’s life has made me a bit more adept at verbal wordplay! Huzzah!

In the end, I confirmed that Shrek had a sister (there was picture of him and her on his dating profile - one in which he hadn’t scrubbed out her face), that he was lactose intolerant (to a degree) and that much of his extended family were located overseas in the UK and the US of A.

Our chat was nice and it seemed like Shrek was the type of person to listen, if apologise for my life situation a bit too much. Certain parts of it can suck. But sometimes it’s also the attitude you bring to those circumstances - as some might say. I’m not all about the self-pity party, even if I do like to complain about the direction my life has gone on the rare occasion. Certainly, it’s not the perfect life that I wish it to be, but when has life ever gone so swimmingly for the normal person?

That aside, we also had an enjoyable chat after lunch as we did some shopping. We stopped at Good Games, where I picked up another board game.

The meet-up was somewhat ruined by the fact that Shrek feared I was not familiar with where the shop was located and he tried to point me towards its. Despite the fact that I’d frequented this shopping centre for goodness knows how many times in the past several years.

It was kind of cute, even as I recalled the moment one of my previous work colleagues also tried to explain the suburb of Mays Hill because most others hadn’t heard of it. Mate, I used to live around that area throughout most of my childhood. I know where it is.

In fact, I know a lot of things. But let’s not go there.

The spectrum of INTJ, INFJ and ISFJ are showing.

Once we had surveyed all that there was on offer, even stopping by the Lego store, I walked Shrek back towards his car. Well, not his car exactly - but to the carpark before making my trek back through the shopping centre to where I had parked my car to while away the hours at a friend’s place before heading over for a conjoined house-warming and birthday celebration for a close friend.

Did the first meet-up go well? My work colleague seems to think so. After all, if things hadn’t, we probably wouldn’t have gone shopping together.

So, how well does Shrek stack up to the other people I’ve met through the dating app? And who should I present my rose to in this episode of Kyndaris: The Bachelorette?

From what I can see, a second date would be in order. Just to get a better feel of their social circle and of any other shared interests we might have. Certainly, he seems the type to be supportive and understanding, while also having his own things that he loves and cares dearly about - a trait that I find good because I think I’d also prefer my own time to do my own things.

But...well...it’s just so hard to make a call right now.

At this stage, I have to say that Pickles and Shrek are in the lead.

Will I have meet-ups with anyone else? Who knows. It’s just so hard to determine what makes a good fit and what might eventuate into something more.

Am I scared about commitment at this stage?

Hell yes! It’s only been the first time I’ve met them. Love isn’t like how it is in Disney movies (and while I enjoy them, I do not endorse falling in love with the first person you meet). For me, I think it comes with time and familiarity and getting to know a person and wanting the same things out of life.

It’s not about the lust or the love.

It’s about who I can live a life together with.

#personal blog #dating #shopping date #hinge #smash mouth #all stars

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sbknews · 9 months

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Legendary racer Carl Fogarty makes surprise visit to popular bike meet-up

Nearly 2,000 motorbike fanatics were left overjoyed when legendary racer Carl Fogarty made a surprise visit to their free weekly village meet-up. ‘Foggy’, a four-time World Superbike champion, is still adored by an army of loyal supporters after becoming one of Britain’s most popular sporting figures in the 1990s. And many were left grinning from ear to ear when they got the chance to unexpectedly rub shoulders with him in Old Buckenham, Norfolk, on Tuesday. “I come every week, it’s my local place to come for a meet. It’s great to meet new faces and, obviously, you never know who might turn up,” said Carl Thomas, 41, from Norwich. “It’s great Foggy was here. They’re all heroes, he’s a rider isn’t he so he’s a hero. I’m a biker so they all are. I let him do his thing, I’m not one of these who would jump all over him. He’s got more than enough people.” Steve Kingston-Miles, better known as Bumble, also made the near 20-mile trip from the city to the popular Two-Wheel Tuesday gathering hosted by the Ox & Plough pub. “I got a sneaky photo with him,” he laughed. “I didn’t know he was coming. I came up because I thought he (friend, Carl Thomas) might be here and he said: ‘Foggy’s coming’ and I was like ‘is he?’ We were looking for him and obviously we found him. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say to him, I didn’t have a clue - probably ‘you came in the van didn’t you?’ “I am surprised to see him in Norfolk. I’ve never met him before but I have seen him race.” The Blackburn-based superbike icon, who won I’m a Celebrity… Get Me Out of Here! in 2014, was in Norfolk on business catching up with North Lynn-based Bikesure - the motorcycle insurance broker he has been brand ambassador for since 2012.

The one-time King of the Jungle said: “It was a fantastic evening and an amazing turnout of bikes. “The weather was amazing, it’s a great free event. I’ve been to quite a few bike meetings over the years, but I’ve never seen anything like that one before. It was a huge turnout. “I was mucking in, flipping a few burgers and pulling a few pints, and if I’m ever down in Norfolk again I’ll definitely be calling in on the Ox & Plough on a Two-Wheel Tuesday.” Visiting the popular event on the village green also gave him the opportunity to catch up with his long-time friend Martin Williams. When the 62-year-old got married, Foggy’s wife Michaela was the maid of honour. “I’m used to walking around with him in places and us getting stopped,” joked the former Blackburn native who relocated to Stiffkey. “It’s better than it used to be, it was manic in the 90s. But I still rip Foggy when it happens. We used to have a laugh by me pretending to take photos for fans and actually just taking a load of selfies - and one picture of the person with Carl obviously. It was nice to catch up and see some bikes, including the Ducati he made a short trip on to arrive. I hadn’t seen him for six months and it’s always great to catch up, he’s a top bloke.” Two-Wheel Tuesday has been running since 2013 and was the brainchild of former pub landlord Ben Devlin. Current proprietor, Dave Tranmer, has overseen the event as it continues to flourish and attract thousands of bikers and non-riders alike from the first Tuesday in April until the end of October. Mr Tranmer said: “We’ve never had anyone as famous as Carl Fogarty here before. It was a privilege to have him here and that he was even interested to come. It just proves how popular Two-Wheel Tuesday is. He had a great night as far as I’m concerned, it was a pleasure to have him. “There were 1,200 bikes here, which equates to about 1,800 people on the green. It gets bigger and bigger every year. Bikers love it, most of the village love it - there’s a few that don’t, but what can I do? I try and keep it as peaceful and friendly as I can. “It’s so popular because it’s on the village green. We give them a variety of food, a variety of drinks and there’s never any trouble. There’s loads of places to park and I think it’s in an area where the public can come to the green, have a great night and look at bikes - and bikers love people looking at their bikes. It’s just a great, peaceful evening to be honest.” Bikesure was there to capture his shock appearance and put together a short heartwarming 90-second video that you can watch here: Read the full article

#Bikesure #CarlFogarty #OxandPlough #TwoWheelTuesday

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lemonjoonah · 3 years

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The Garden Thief (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Word Count: 9.3K Genre: Hybrid AU, romance/drama/comedy, enemies to lovers Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral sex (fem. rec.), they get down and dirty outside but no one else is there to see them, cum play? (just a little), there’s also a bit of mud (sorry, but also not sorry, they’re outside what do you want from me?!?!), referenced hybrid neglect and oppression (hybrids are wrongfully deemed as pets by law and the majority of society).

Summary: Your beloved vegetable patch has once again been victimized by a hungry thief in the night. The prime suspect? Jeon Jungkook, your neighbour's rabbit hybrid. But when you finally confront him, he pleads innocent, and proposes a plan to clear his name.

A/N: I wrote this fic’s premise and opening scene for the ‘A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words Game’ that I played oh so long ago and now I’ve finally finished the tale!

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“Oh for fuck’s sake, not again!” You swear upon seeing the leafy green remains of several carrots lying in your garden, inches from where they used to be buried. This maddening mystery of the vanishing vegetables has been playing out all summer. You’ve set out deterrents for every possible garden pest, rolling out chicken wire and spraying natural remedies to repel anything from bugs to small rodents. Yet you still wake to find that your garden has been robbed in the night. The only possible suspect you haven’t been able to protect against resides just next door, in fact—

You squint up at the boarded fence, spotting a pair of long dark ears peeking out over the posts. “Jungkook, is that you?”

The ears immediately disappear, ducking down behind the barrier. The sound of his hurried footsteps trailing away are followed only by the slamming of a door.

You rush into and through your own house carrying the wilted carrot greens. Exiting out the front, and over to the house next to yours, where you repeatedly press the bell.

The entry whips open on the fourth ring to reveal Jungkook. His face is flushed, beads of sweat racing down his brow, and a shirt that one would normally use to cover their chest, is instead thrown over his shoulder. “Something wrong neighbour?” He asks with a carrot stick in hand. Bringing it to his mouth, he taunts you with a bite and crooked grin.

“Is-is your caretaker home?” You stutter trying your best to swallow your nerves. Concentrating hard on his face, you plead with your eyes not to wander down. That’s exactly what he wants, a reason to put you off your mission, to make you so flustered that you have to walk away. He’s always trying to use his allure against you, and you hate how often he succeeds doing just that...

“No, he’s at work.”

“When will he be back?”

“Not sure, maybe a week, or two? He’s on a business trip.”

Your gaze falters in it’s determination for a brief second as a drop of sweat descends from his neck to his chest. Holding your breath you watch it’s path, tracing the valleys between his muscles. When Jungkook finally wipes it away your brain catches up and scolds you for your weakness. “And he left you here, alone?” You ask, while trying to recollect your dignity, reminding yourself of how much grief he has put you through.

“Of course.” Jungkook’s smile grows. “I’m not just some common pet. I know how to behave myself.”

The statement makes your brow twitch, enraging you enough to overcome his tactics. “I know you haven’t been here long, but you should know, people typically don’t like it when someone steals from their yard.” You lecture him, waving the carrot tops in front of his face. “So stop treating my garden like your own personal snack bar!”

“Now why would I take from you? I have plenty of food here, even got another delivery this morning.” The hybrid kicks at a box next him filled with a vibrant collection of fresh produce and grains.

“I don’t know why. I just know it was you.”

“Prove it.” He prods, while taking the last bite of the vegetable from his hand.

The loud crunching gnaws on your composure, stripping you of any patience you may have had for the hybrid. “This all started when you moved in, and I’ve ruled everything else out!” You shout, but as good as it might feel to finally vent your anger, you feel as though you’re somehow playing into his hand.

“That doesn’t seem like very good evidence. It’s circumstantial at best. If you want to find out who the real culprit is you should have a stake out.”

“A stake out?”

“Yeah, you know, watch over the garden for the night, catch the criminal in the act. I could even help if you’d like.”

You scoff at the ridiculous notion. “You really think I should invite you over to guard my crops?”

“I do, so I’ll come over tonight? Say around seven?” You open your mouth to object, but the rabbit hybrid jumps from one statement to the next casually inviting himself into your own home. “Perfect. See you then.”

“I didn’t-no wait, that was sar-” The door closes between you before you can finish. Leaving you baffled and alone on the doorstep. You ready to knock but stop just before your knuckles hit the wood. Trying again right now is a lost cause, it’ll just play into his game. So why waste your breath when you know it’ll just end the same way? Tonight then, as he suggested, that’s when you’ll be ready to hit him with some hard evidence that he won’t be able to refute.

Admitting defeat for now, you retreat back to your garden to pick the surviving vegetables and contemplate the encounter. You wish your could have just spoken to Jungkook’s caretaker—fuck what was his name again? You’ve only seen the man a couple times since they took the house, but at least he doesn't give you a nervous knot in your stomach, or leave you confused and speechless like his hybrid does.

It’s been three months since they moved in. You were excited at first, to have new neighbours in your almost vacant cul-de-sac. Buyers don’t seem to be interested in the old houses with large lots in your area. Too much work to maintain, and not enough good job prospects to go around. So when you saw the sold sign go up you were beyond thrilled. Greeting the new residents with a fruit basket and a smile.

The rabbit hybrid you now know as Jungkook appeared rather shy at first, you did your best to welcome him. Always greeting him when he was outside, trying to engage him in small chat, but the first time you caught him during his workout everything changed. Until that point you had not considered him as anything but a prospective friend. You were stunned to see him in such a confident state, throwing around his weights like they were nothing. In that moment, with you too nervous to admit that you found him attractive, you became the anxious and blubbering fool in his presence, and he, unfortunately, took note. The once quiet and cute rabbit, became a flirtatious and bratty bunny.

And since then, whenever you would work in your garden he’d be on the other side of the fence grunting and panting. Staying close to the gap in the divider, a missing panel you had yet to replace. On days like today you would often look up from your radishes and accidentally lock eyes with the hybrid, drenched in sweat and showing off his skills.

Out of respect and self preservation you tried your best to not to pay attention, to keep your nose buried in your garden, but as the weeks went by the vegetables under your care started to disappear. The ample crops you tended to in the evening, lessened by morning, with only the refuse remaining to indicate it’s former presence. You didn’t want to point fingers immediately, but today was the final straw, and tonight no matter how hard he tries to distract you, you will find him guilty.

After harvesting the choice crops for the day and watering the rest. You dust yourself off, settling inside and in front of your computer; opening the visitors page for your place of work, the city's greenhouse conservatory. To help promote the centre in the community the staff all take turns writing articles revolving around their own projects or home gardens, and you’re up next in the rotation. You stare at the blank document for several minutes trying your best to concentrate on the task, but you are unable to think of anything other than the mischievous hybrid next door.

Embracing the topic of your aggravation, you start the post off with a title sure to catch the eye of any reader, ‘Garden Thieves.’

‘We’ve all been there, finding a tomato just about to reach its peak ripeness. We give it another day to grow into perfection, only to find it missing later on. In your absence something else has taken it into its own clutches. I myself have been dealing with a vegetable thief for several weeks, so if you are struggling like I am, here are a few things that might help. ’

You proceed to outline several garden pests uploading photos of their damage, along with quick remedies to deter their presence. Netting to block the sparrows, raised beds and fences to keep out most rodents or mammals, and a caffeine solution to stave off slugs.

‘I hope this may help you all in your efforts to keep your plants safe, but I must add a disclaimer. Unfortunately nothing here is completely foolproof. Even if you do follow all of these steps you still might lose some of your crops to a crafty critter. But I wish you the best of luck on all of your backyard battles. I myself plan to face off with my own long-eared menace tonight.’

You finish your post with a smile. Sending it off to your coworker Namjoon to get his approval before you make it public.

He calls a few minutes later, his laughter carrying through the speaker. “That was easily the best article you’ve written all year. You should definitely post it.”

“Thanks.” You chuckle, hitting the submit button. At the very least feeling a bit relieved to have one less task weighing on your mind. “I really appreciate it.”

“No problem. I take it you’re still having trouble with that hybrid neighbour of yours?”

“Yeah,” you groan. You’ve complained to Namjoon about the issue several times in the past month. It must have been all too easy for him to read between the lines and see what set you off to create this specific entry. “But he refuses to admit it was him. It’s like he’s trying to make me question my skills as a gardener and I hate it! I went over to talk to his caretaker but he’s away on business for a couple weeks.”

“He left him alone for that long? What about food?”

“He’s been getting deliveries. By the looks of it, he has a healthier diet than I do.”

Namjoon pauses on the line giving you only a simple, “Huh...” in a long break.

“What?”

“Well it’s just-” A loud buzzing sound erupts through the phone line cutting off his answer. A noise you know to indicate someone is at the back door. “That’s weird. I didn’t think we were supposed to get anything delivered today. No one else is here.... did you have anything scheduled to come in?”

“No.” You double check the calendar sitting on your desk. “I shouldn’t have anything until next Monday.”

Namjoon puts you on hold while he checks on the reason for the interruption, returning only a minute later. “It’s a delivery all right, but are you sure these aren’t yours? I’m seeing a lot of tropical species on the invoice. Combretum rotundifolium, Heliconia angusta, Myrciaria dubia-”

You mouth a swear as Namjoon carries on with his list. It’s obvious they are indeed the specimens of your expected batch. You're in the process of redesigning one of the tropical habitats. The lead director was adamant that the conservatory host a butterfly exhibition in the next coming year, and in order to support the grandiose endeavour you are required to introduce a vast amount of new flowering species over the next few months. “How many in total?”

“About two dozen. Looking pretty rough from the journey too.”

You’re not surprised by their current state. This summer is already one of the hottest and driest on record, and all the stock you had received this season was excessively wilted and near death because of it. “Do we have any holding houses with humidifiers available?”

“Not at the moment,” There’s a clatter in the background as Namjoon sorts through what must be the slack of clipboards. “But I’ve got the inspection chart here and your last delivery did just finish it’s quarantine. No signs of pests or illness, so they’re clear to plant. That should free up some space for you.”

“That’ll have to do. Thanks for checking.” Standing up from your desk with a sorrowful sigh. You mourn the loss or your afternoon off as you start to dress for a day of hard labour. Throwing on your work-issued overalls over your t-shirt and shorts. Unfortunately you can’t just leave the new stock to sit out under the beating sun. With little humidity outside and no protection they’ll be burnt to a crisp if you delay too long. But the worst part is that your planting staff isn’t scheduled until later in the week, and that volume of work will put you well into the middle of the night before you complete it. “I’ll be in soon to deal with it.”

“That’s a lot of planting to do on your own. I can help if you-”

“I can’t take you away from your trees, isn’t there a bonsai exhibition next week you have to prepare them for?” He’s been agonizing over this showcase for so long you couldn’t possibly inconvenience him now with your own troubles. “It’s fine, really. I’ll call to see if anyone else is willing to come in today.” You hang up letting Namjoon return to his tasks, and work your way down the contacts for the gardening staff as you prepare yourself to leave. Though as expected, all of those who answer have prior commitments and won’t be able to assist.

Grabbing your badge and plans for the updates to the garden you slip back out into the noon-day sun, so strong it’s turned your car into an oven on wheels. You’re just about to pull it into reverse when you spot the blinds shift in your neighbour’s window. Prompting you to recall the plans he had made for tonight.

With all the work you have, it’s doubtful you’ll be back home for seven. You return to Jungkook’s door to give him the news. He has it open before you can even knock, his usual smirk crawling across his face as he greets you.

“About tonight... something has come up at work and I really don’t know how late I’ll be.”

His ears perk up. “You’re going into the conservatory?”

“Yeah,” you respond, somewhat shocked that he remembered where you work. It’s been a couple months since you mentioned it while introducing yourself to him and his caretaker. “An order came in earlier than expected. I’ll likely be planting all day and night.”

“I can help,” he offers, already stepping out to join you, and locking the door behind him.

“You want to help?”

“Of course, isn’t that the neighbourly thing to do?”

“Yes, but I wouldn’t want it or expect it from someone who terrorizes my own garden.”

“Allegedly,” Jungkook corrects. “And wouldn’t you rather have me with you, under your supervision, than here, all alone with only a measly fence between me and your impressive bell pepper harvest?”

“Stay away from my peppers!” You scold, pointing your finger at him. “Even if I wanted to take you, what about your caretaker? Don’t you need his permission to leave and work?”

“He’s never paid attention to my whereabouts before, and it’s not work if you don’t pay me. I’ll just be a volunteer. You have people volunteer all the time right?”

“Yes but-”

“I’ll be on my best behaviour.”

“Alright, fine.” You finally agree though with a heavy dose of reluctance. Namjoon often brings his own hybrid in so it shouldn’t be a problem. “But if I see you nibble on even a single leaf, you’re coming straight back here.”

“Deal.” He rushes past you straight to your passenger seat and buckles himself in. Practically bouncing with excitement beside you as you pull out and head towards the conservatory.

The minutes pass and you try your best to focus on the road but you’ve never been so close to Jungkook in such a small space. And with his built frame taking up most of the car, he’s hard for you to ignore. His ears folded against the roof and his shoulders so wide they brush repeatedly against yours.

“Ever been to the conservatory before?” You ask, trying to divert your mind from the battle which builds inside you. A wavering war between frustration and attraction, with the former trying it’s best to pin down the latter, a move which only arouses the latter more...

“No, I’ve wanted to go ever since you mentioned it but my caretaker hasn’t had the time.”

“Oh.” A sense of pity joins the ranks of your emotions, nudging at you as you pull into the lot. “Sorry, I didn’t-”

“Why are you sorry?” Jungkook asks in a low whisper, snapping back to his flirtatious behaviours. His mouth turns up at the corner as he leans into you, so close that his drooping ears graze the top of your head. “Would you have taken me earlier if I had mentioned it?”

“N-no,” you choke out. Placing your hand on his solid chest, you push him back and away. As tempting as his advance might be to accept, you know his forwardness to be nothing more than an act to make a fool of you. Why else would he try to both seduce you, and steal from right under your nose? “You’re only here today because I am in desperate need of help, and I can’t trust you to be alone.”

...

You lead him through the unoccupied greenhouses. The conservation is closed to the public today (as it is every Monday and Tuesday); which usually allows for some time off, but at least now it’ll give you a chance to work unimpeded by visitors. Your own curated section is located in the most humid of all the houses, set in such a way to mimic the tropical environment you are attempting to represent.

The first stop is the holding house where the carts of new stock wait just outside. Grabbing an empty trolly you enter and start to load up those that are ready to plant. Jungkook following your actions does the same, easily lifting the heavy planters that you yourself struggle with. “Thanks,” you whisper as he relieves you of a particularly burdensome tree. To which he smiles in return.

After making the switch, by placing the recent delivery in the house for it’s quarantine, you lead him to the supply closet. Where you collect a couple shovels, trowels, and two pairs of gloves. As you continue to scan for anything else you might require, Jungkook pops in behind looking at the shelves with a sense of curiosity. He reaches up and over you to a spray bottle labeled ‘slug repellent.’

“We won’t need that, it’s for the outdoor gardens,” You explain. “It’s just a mixture of ca-”

“Caffeine and water?”

You snap your gaze to him. “How do you know that?”

He bites his lip as a snicker starts to escape. “Just a bit of morning reading. I found an interesting article with that particular tidbit. One which also happened to reference the exploits of a long-eared menace.”

“Y-you read the conservatory blog? You read my post? No one reads that, there can’t have been more than ten views!”

“Which is such a shame.” He goads you. “I’ve found your work to be both informative and comical. You really have me rooting for you in your quest to catch your thief.”

You groan in utter fury. “Why must you be so-so-”

“Handsome? Funny? Caring?”

“Antagonizing!”

“Because you seem to take more notice when I am.” Jungkook answers, with a turn of his heel, his tail poking out from under his shirt as he starts to walk away with the cart. “And I like seeing that perplexed look of yours. Your nose is cute when you scrunch it up like that.”

You remain in the shed, your traitorous heart beating erratically over the fact that he called a part of you cute. While your more sensible side grabs your nose and smooths out the wrinkles he referenced.

“Should we get to work?” He calls out after you. “The sooner we finish, the sooner we can go home and expose that bandit of yours.”

You roll your eyes and follow him out, before taking the lead to your tropical glasshouse. The air sticks to your skin the moment you enter. Jungkook lets out a long exhale behind you tugging on the collar of his shirt. “Is it always like this in here?”

“It’s a bit warmer today, but not by much. Are you already regretting your decision to help?” You tease him.

“Nope,” he answers, slinging a shovel over his shoulder. “Show me where to dig, and I’ll get to it.”

Pulling out your plans for the new exhibit arrangement, you select a couple species placing them on the empty plots of garden as directed, careful to allow for future growth. Jungkook follows behind digging out their new homes faster than at least three of your staff members combined.

You stare at him for a second, unable to believe the pace at which he’s going. “Something wrong?” He asks, pausing to lock eyes with you.

“No, I just didn’t think you’d be so quick at digging.”

“I’m part rabbit, what did you expect?” Jungkook boasts with a chuckle and a raised brow. “I share their strengths. Especially when it comes to burrowing and fu-”

His words are cut short when a fresh breeze from the outside washes over the both of you, a sure sign that someone must have entered the greenhouse. Your neighbour goes rigid, his nose lifts into the air and his ears fall back flat against his head. “Jungkook what’s-” Leaping up he closes the gap and grabs you. Tucking you into him with his chin resting on your head, where a warm and earthy scent envelopes you. His breaths are quick and deep, causing his chest to rapidly rise and fall against your back.

Namjoon’s voice calls out to you. “... are you in here?”

“Over here!” You yell out in reply, before turning back to the hybrid who still has you locked in his clutches. “What the hell Jungkook? Let me go! Now’s not the time for your games.” Sure it might feel nice to be wrapped in his arms, to get lost amidst his aroma. At any other time you might even consider taking a moment before chastising his boldness. But here? Now? And with Namjoon coming to greet you? No, this is too much.

You try to push him away like you have before, but this time it’s as if he’s set in stone, and not registering you at all. He focuses only on the direction your coworker's voice hailed from. “That scent, he smells like-”

“There you are.” Namjoon interrupts stepping around a flowering bush and into view, looking surprised by your guest. “Oh, hello there.”

The point of Jungkook's chin rubs against your head as he grips you even tighter. Embarrassed and confused by the hybrids embrace. “Jungkook, this is Namjoon.” You introduce your coworker while delivering an elbow to Jungkook’s gut. He finally snaps out of his trace and lets you go though he continues to hover behind. “He works with the bonsai of the conservatory.”

“You must be the neighbour I’ve heard so much about, it’s nice to finally meet you.” Namjoon extends his hand to the hybrid, but Jungkook ignores the gesture, choosing to glare instead, with his nostrils flared and his ears pinned back.

“Jungkook?” You whisper trying to chase him from his mood.

Namjoon gives him a nervous smile. “You probably smell my hybrid, on me don’t you?”

“A hybrid?” Jungkook confirms, his eyes narrowed at Namjoon.

“Yeah, sorry, I didn’t intend to scare you. I’m sure the scent of a predator, especially a tiger, is a bit of a shock. He’s harmless, I promise.”

“Is Taehyung here?” You ask, hoping to see his affectionate part-feline companion.

“Nah, he’s with a friend today. I needed to get some work done and he’d be more of a distraction than a help... but it would seem that didn’t stop him from scenting my shirt before I left.” Namjoon explains, and then turns to your neighbour again. “Jungkook would you mind if I borrow her for a second? I need help with one of my tropical species.”

Jungkook gives a solemn nod. For the first time since you’ve known him, he looks frightened, and somewhat hesitant to release you over to your coworker.

Worried by his current disposition, you reassure him with a squeeze on his arm. “Just keep digging where I’ve placed those pots and I’ll be right back.”

Namjoon leads you into the adjacent greenhouse where you can continue to keep watch of Jungkook through the pains of glass. But the instant the doors close between you, Namjoon starts bombarding you with questions. “Why didn’t you tell me? How long has it been going on? ”

You take a step back having been caught off guard. “Tell you what?”

“About you and Jungkook! Is the feuding neighbours just a cover story?” Namjoon’s eyes are wide and hopeful as he carries on, not letting you fit a single word in. “Don’t worry, I won’t inform anyone you're together. I know it’s not easy having a human-hybrid relationship out in the open. But I think you should be careful about going out into public because he’s far too obvious about it.”

“We’re not- we’re not a couple. Why would you think such a thing?”

“Because the way held you, he looked like he was marking you with his own scent. That’s what rabbits do isn’t it? They rub their chins on what they want to claim as their own.”

“They do what?” You ask, stunned by the possibility, before the realism settles back in. It must just be Jungkook’s idea of a joke. “No, that’s not what he’s doing, our connection is nothing remotely like that. Don’t get me wrong he’s very attractive, and he knows it.” You mutter the last part under your breath. “But-”

“But you really are having trouble with him. It's not a cover?”

“You think I would keep something like that from you?” Namjoon over the years has come to be your closest confidant. A good friend and coworker, you would never dream of hiding something like that from him.

“I suppose not.”

“Is that why you brought me back here, to question my relationship status?”

“Not entirely.” Namjoon shakes his head with a small dimpled smile and changes the subject. “I do actually want to get your help with one of my new acquisitions.” He points out an unusual tree on his work bench, much too big for the pot it’s currently situated in. It’s extensive roots spill out over the top and threaten to swallow the pot whole. “A Ficus microcarpa, far from the most sought after species when it comes to reputable bonsai, but I couldn’t pass this one up. It has such good character.”

“What made it grow in such a way?” You examine the plant and it’s container with care, prying between the roots and taking note of cracks starting to form in the terracotta.

“The last owner neglected it for far too long. It sat hidden in the back of a commercial greenhouse, still under the watering and fertilizing system, but since it was confined to such a small space it tried to root it’s way out. If I were to guess, it probably hasn’t seen a new pot for at least five years.”

“It’s a miracle it survived.” You nod impressed by the tree’s determination. “What’s your plan for it?”

“Give it what it wants, let it leach out. I doubt I would be able to pry it out entirely without causing significant damage to the roots that are gripping the sides, so instead I want to put another bellow to catch it and give it the fresh soil and room it needs.” Namjoon lays the tree and pot down on the table, and asks you to hold and support the trunk, while he taps and pokes at the bottom of the vessel with a metal trowel. Enlarging the cracks, but not breaking the pot fully. It’s a tedious process. The small chunks of clay are removed piece by piece, giving him access to see and free some of the tightly bound roots inside.

While your coworker continues his task, your eyes are free to wonder. You check on Jungkook through the glass, as he kneels in front of the garden bed digging even faster than before.

Namjoon appears to notice your distracted state. “How's he doing?”

“Fine I guess.” You whisper. “He’s acting stranger than usual today though. He stole from my garden again. Invited himself over to my house, then here, and you saw what he did back there.”

“Huh...” Namjoon mutters, trailing off the same way he did on the phone.

“What is this ‘huh’ you keep giving me? You know I don’t like games Namjoon. If you have something you want to say, say it.”

“It’s about what you said earlier, how his caretaker leaves for extended periods of time. Usually if an animal is alone for too long they look for ways to stimulate themselves and resort to their natural instincts, scavenging and such. But he’s a hybrid and therefore part human, so if you were isolated and restricted to your house what would you do?”

“Probably look for the closest person I could find. So he’s acting out in my garden and teasing me, because he’s lonely?”

“I think so.” Namjoon responds as he extracts another root, freeing it from its confines.

“But why?” You ask, worried for the answer to come. “Why wouldn’t he just say something?”

“There could be a number of reasons. He might not understand what he’s doing on a conscious level, or he might be afraid to show any sign of weakness to you or anyone else. Jungkook is part prey animal, and humans are all too often predators.”

“If that’s the case...” You curse yourself for not realizing it sooner. The fury you held for him slowly fades away as you replay every encounter in your mind. He was literally jumping at the chance to spend time with you, to help you with your work, and you were to blind to see it. Your anger over your missing vegetables is so trivial in comparison to what he must have been going through. The loneliness he must have felt, and the inability to admit it, you can’t imagine how he suffered through it alone. “What can I do to help him? I have no legal claim to him Namjoon. What can I do within such limitations?”

He looks down at his work in progress. “The way I see it you and he, like this small tree, have three options. You could maintain the status quo, leave him be, but how long will he be able to survive like he is? Creeping over the edge but grasping on to nothingness?”

You shake your head vehemently rejecting the idea while Namjoon continues.

“You could report his caretaker for neglect, breaking the container entirely, but that too could be very damaging to him, tearing him away entirely could put him in a state of shock, and in a home that is no better for him, while the legal battle is decided. Or...” Namjoon grabs another container, slightly wider than the one in which the plant is seated. Filling it with substrate he takes the tree clinging to it’s partial pot and places it on top. Pressing the newly freed roots down into the soil.

“You could support him, give him a better home just outside of his own where he can be himself and access what he needs. I personally think it’s your safest option for now.” Namjoon leads over inspecting the bonsai and lowers his voice to an almost inaudible whisper. “Until the day, when it is possible to fully cast the pot aside.”

You nod, though now left to grapple with what you could possibly have to offer the hybrid. “I’m not sure I would be the best person to care for him.”

“I think Jungkook would disagree. He was already trying to scent you. That to me, implies his desire for something more in the realm of an intimate relationship.” You choke on your breath as Namjoon comes to an additional conclusion. Upon seeing your distress he makes a suggestion. “Of course you could keep it strictly to friendship between the two of you and I’m sure that will improve his situation, but his other needs will need to be met for him to feel completely at home...”

“His other needs? You think he wants to be with me? Intimately?! No! Surely he would have acted differently if that was his intent! He’s done nothing but tease me when he catches me even remotely looking in his direction.”

“So you have been looking at him!” Namjoon taunts you with a massive grin. Apologizing a second later when you proceed to glare at him. “But to answer your question, no, not necessarily. You have to remember most of society deems him a lesser being. He could be feeling a lot of guilt and pressure not to engage with you in that way. Though he might not outright say it, I bet his instincts will continue to shine through. I’ll even prove it to you.” Namjoon takes off a glove and rubs your head. “I bet this rabbit of yours will take less than a minute before he tries to replace the smell of my hand with his own again... trust me.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “I should probably get back to him.” You are just about to step away when your thoughts return to the long neglected plant. “Where do you plan to house that when you’re finished? Ficuses naturally belong in a more tropical location don’t they?”

“They do, especially if I want to give it a better chance. It’s going to need a place far more humid than this space.”

“Was this all your calculated way of guilting me to store it in my greenhouse too?”

“The thought might have crossed my mind.” Namjoon gives you a sly grin. “But my logic is still sound in regards to Jungkook. He needs someone, he needs a better home... and it would seem he’s chosen you.”

...

You wander back to your greenhouse, still full of doubt. Finding Jungkook to have finished most of the required digging.

“Sorry for leaving you.”

“You-you okay?” He asks, upon seeing the dazed look on your face and then scowling in the direction that Namjoon led you.

“Fine, he just needed help with one of his plants. Sorry about earlier, I didn’t think you’d be affected by the scent of his hybrid, Taehyung is rather sweet though, you’d like him.”

“You trust him then?” Jungkook grumbles as he pierces his shovel into the ground. “You trust Namjoon and his hybrid?”

“Of course, why shouldn’t I?”

“Because it wasn’t just a tiger that I smelled. He’s been around a lot of hybrids. Every scent on him told me to run, all of them put there by dangerous predators.”

“Oh,” you shoot back in surprise. “I’m sure it’s nothing. Taehyung is rather popular, he has a lot of friends and Namjoon often caters them at his place. You don’t need to worry, you're safe here.”

“It’s not myself I’m worried about.”

Jungkook inches closer as you crouch to place the plants in the holes he dug. His nose twitches as he takes a deep breath, his eyes watching while you bury the root ball in the warm soil, firmly securing the trunk of the young tree.

While you are leaning down, Jungkook reaches across to the other side of you. Grabbing the trowel to your right despite the fact that the same tool can be found on his left. The bottom of his chin grazes the top of your head and lingers for a spell. Your heart stops in that moment while questioning his motives. Though Namjoon said he’d do just this, you still can’t be entirely sure that it proves him correct; Jungkook might just not have seen the other option available to him, and he’s never bothered about invading your space. This could be nothing, though there’s a small growing part of you that wants it more and more to be something.

“He’s a good guy,” you promise, returning to the conversation so as to not dwell on his actions. “He even suggested that I should bring you along more often, if you’re interested in spending some of your days here.”

“He did?”

You nod. A small white lie, but not entirely incorrect, and if it gets him to accept Namjoon easier you’ll all be better for it. “I wouldn’t expect you to work, but you're more than welcome to just hang around. The staff here could always use some company and I’m sure it would beat staying at home alone all day.”

“I would like that. I would like that a lot, but would you want me to keep you company too?”

“If that’s what you want to do.”

“No, I need to know if that’s what you want.” He looks over to you pinning you down in his line of sight.

“I suppose I would....” You answer and turn your head, unable to bear the nerves that his gaze brings. The both of you fall quiet. Knowing what you know now, being free of your anger for him leaves you vulnerable, open to his persuasion, and now you are no longer certain of how to act. So you start to rely on what has made him comfortable in the past, and interject with a new condition to bring an end to the awkward silence. “As long as you treat this garden better than mine back home.”

Jungkook lets out a long laugh. “I have nothing but the highest respect for your garden.”

...

When planting is finished your clothes are entirely saturated in sweat and your muscles aching from use. It’s hard to believe how much you’ve both done in such a short amount of time. While carting up the supplies, Jungkook’s eyes catch on something behind you. You look around spotting the newly potted bonsai on a back table. Namjoon must have dropped it off while you both were busy.

Looking at it now you can’t help but notice how even the shape of its leaves remind you of the hybrid’s ears, long, pointed, and reaching up to the sky. You consider your friend's words one more time and while Jungkook leans over to inspect the tree. Reaching out to his back, your hand shakes with hesitation before setting down on a spot just below his shoulder. He softens under your touch, a low hum leaving his lips. His attention turns from the plant to you. With your hand still in place, your arm is now wrapped around him, leaving only an inch between the two of you. You stand there fixed and unmoving, but content in the knowledge, that you seem to have left him speechless this time. His eyes darting away from yours, to your lips, your neck, and finally the hand you place upon his chest.

Only to have the moment broken when you can hear and feel the rumble from his stomach. His nervous laugh follows as he reaches up to scratch behind his ear.

“Hungry?”

He nods in response, his eyes wide as he remains unusually silent.

“Come on, I’ll buy you dinner.” You offer as you turn him around to head to the car.

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You both settle on a take out spot, and return home to wash up and eat.

After finishing your meal and tearing off your overalls, you both settle down on the hammock in your yard. With Jungkook’s legs long enough to touch the ground, he slowly rocks the seat back and forth. He’s been near silent since that close moment together. He’s never had a problem with banter and flirtation, but now you’ve come to notice that any attention which can’t be passed off as a joke causes him to flounder.

Laying back in the hammock, both full and content, your eyes threaten to close after the long day as Jungkook continues to sit beside you. The sound of crickets lulling you to sleep. “Keep an eye out for that thief of mine will you?” You may not like games but if it makes him comfortable, and keeps him talking, you’ll continue to play this ruse with him.

“You trust me to keep watch without your supervision?”

“Are you suggesting I shouldn’t?”

“No, it’s just a lot more credit than you usually give me.”

“I think you’ve earned it.” You whisper as you finally drift off.

It feels like only a few minutes of rest before the sun sets and the air turns cool. Jungkook’s chin comes to rest on the top of your head like it did back in the greenhouse. He shifts his weight, burrowing his arms around and behind to cover you as he takes deep breaths. You lean into him seeking the warmth of his chest. No longer restricted by your childish anger to enjoy his company is a welcome relief, you only wish you could relinquish him of any of his own troubles and doubts. And then, you feel it, a drop of cold rain hitting your neck. The hammock moves again as he adjusts, the back of his fingers running across the damp spot. Another finds your cheek and he wipes that away too, your skin shivering in response.

But when a speck lands your mouth he stops. You wait, a second, then two. Your anticipation grows with face heating up and your chest tightening as you continue to crave his touch. You want him to wipe it away, to touch you, to act on whatever desires he might be keeping. You part your lips with the desperate hope that he will take the hint. Rejoicing when the warm pad of his thumb spreads the drop across the delicate skin.

He comes down on to you, his mouth catching any and all remains of the droplet as he encases your lips. Jungkook places a hand on your neck while the other grabs the ropes of the hammock, his legs straddle your hips. The scattered rain turns to a downpour as he remains fixed to your mouth, even his form isn’t enough to shield you from the current washing down from the sky.

As your hands reach up to his own damp and curling locks entwining your fingers in the strands he moans and nips. But as quickly as it started, so too does it end. When Jungkook snaps up as though jolted from a dream. His ears point back as an apology flows from him. “I-I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Jungkook,” you call out to him but he ignores you as he tries to detangle himself. When one foot hits the ground. You grab his waist and try again. “Jungkook, you don’t have to be sorry.” But instead of stopping he merely pulls you off and along with him, sending you both to the muddy ground, but this time with you on top of him.

“Are you okay?” He asks the loud pouring of the rain forcing him to raise the volume of his voice.

You chuckle at his concern considering he’s the one flat on his back. “I think I should be asking you that question instead.” You pause as he mirrors your grin. “Why did you stop? Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” He looks up at you, his brow furrowing. “You did nothing wrong. It was me. I was the one acting on my instincts. I shouldn’t have done that when I know how much you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you...” You explain, trying your best not to be drowned out by the water cascading down. “The things you did might have annoyed me, but I get it now. I’m just sorry it took me so long to notice.”

“Notice what?”

“How fucked up your situation is. For not realizing how alone you must have been. How caged you must have felt. I’ve been so focused on my own little world that I didn’t realize what was happening or why you were acting the way you were. I like you, a lot, but I was too wrapped up in my frustration to say how I felt...”

“It’s not your fault.”

You shake your head. “I am not innocent in this. I should have been paying more attention.”

“Then pay attention to me now.” He begs with his round eyes shining up at you.

“But in what way? As a neighbour, as a friend, or maybe something more?" Your voice cracks in desperation, trying to find his needs while also hoping they are the same as yours. “Is that why you were always teasing me the way you did? You wanted something more?”

“You really want to know?” Jungkook’s tone is low as it grips on to his every word. “I did it because it was the only thing that could distract me from my incessant need for you. Seeing your reactions and having your attention kept me in check. I’m very different from you and I’m aware it could cause a problem. I wasn’t sure if you could ever fully want me because of that.” He reaches to rub around the base of his ears. “But every day that I looked over I wanted to hold you, to claim you, to take you right here on this very spot. So often I dreamed of jumping the fence and coming for you instead of...”

You smile down at him, noting his near admission. “Instead of?”

“Instead of watching from a distance.” He smirks, catching and narrowly fixing his statement. Pleading guilty only to his longing for you.

“Then do it.” You demand of him.

He groans from his position beneath you. “Don’t tease me like that.”

“I’m not. You weren’t the only one peeking through the fence Jungkook.” Reaching up to your collar you tug off your shirt. He follows your lead with his own to reveal his sculpted chest he’s taunted you with so many times. “I don’t care if we’re different from each other. I don’t care if it causes a problem.” You shift back on his body traveling from your seat near his stomach down to his hips, his clothed dick firm and pressing against you. A moan escapes his lips, confirming that you’ve made your point. “There’s no one else nearby, so if you want me so much that you’re willing to fuck me out here, in the rain and mud-”

His hands come to grip your waist, and in one swift motion, he lifts you off, maneuvering out from underneath, to fall into place behind you. From there he pushes you down to your hands and knees, his body bent over yours. “You have no idea how much I want to.” He whispers with a kiss to your bare shoulder damp from the rain that continues to pour.

He takes off your bra before his face moves down your back, nose trailing against your skin and pausing at your shorts. Unfastening the button he pulls them down, freeing you of your underwear too before they are both cast aside. “I want to smell you, and taste you.” Jungkook takes in a deep breath, wrapping an arm around your legs, and barring your thighs. He buries his face between your legs, his tongue reaching out to deliver a long lick to your folds pausing after every lap.

Your palms dig into the ground, the cool mud coming to the surface to meet them. You buck against his tongue but the forearm holding you remains firm, sending your squirming downward to bury your elbows in the soggy grass too.

Jungkook chuckles as you inadvertently give him a better angle. From behind you can hear the zipper of his own shorts. Rubbing the head of his cock against your damp folds, he covers it with the slick of your slit, and with a long groan he eases it inside. He’s slow at first, letting you savor the girth and warmth of him. So you start to edge back and forward on his cock. Taking the time to enjoy every inch, along with the sounds that leave him. But when he returns to take control, the first thrust is so powerful, his thighs hit your ass with a loud clap, and every jolt of his hips after, drives you further down each time.

A stuttering groan escapes him as he fills you. Thinking he’s finished you lean forwards and until his cock pulls out, but in response he grabs your waist. Turning you over, back to the ground on top of the discarded clothes and facing him.

He lowers himself pressing his chest against yours. His fingers reach to grab your chin and take a kiss. His cock, despite having come only moments before, is hard once more and poised to enter once again.

“How are you-” You manage to squeeze a few words in the gaps between his kisses as he draws breath. “Ready for more-” Another pass of his tongue. “Already?”

“You have my hybrid traits to thank for that.” He moves to nibble on the side of your throat. “I have more to give you, if you want it.”

You nod unable to emit any noise other than a gasp as his mouth finds a sensitive spot on your neck. His dick forges in again, your slick and his cum dripping out of you as he fills you with himself instead.

You’ve avoided touching him with your own hands as they are patched with mud, but as his thrusts grow more powerful than even before, you’re forced to grab on his arms and chest. Leaving behind streaks of dirt which display the path of your grip. Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind though, in fact looks rather encouraged by your touch, and the marks you leave him.

“What a dirty woman you are, and getting me all messy too.” He scoffs while admiring your handiwork. “Can I return the favour?”

“Help me come first and you can do whatever the fuck you want.” You gasp on the brink of your climax.

His ears perk up and a grin streaks across his face. “Close are you?” He grabs your calf and wraps your leg around his back, the other follows suit and his hand comes to rest on your lower back pushing you up and into him effectively grinding your mount against him.

You gasp and flinch with the sudden pressure, but he holds you firm as your back arches to meet him.

His hips beat on at a rapid pace, a small whimper escapes him as you reach the peak, tipping you over the edge. The chilling rain can in no way can douse the searing heat that spreads through you. You're still gasping when his jaw clamps down hard, his teeth poised upon your skin. The first pulse of his cock comes inside, but on the second he pulls out to splatter your chest and stomach with the rest. His hand comes to clutch his shaft, spilling more out and on to you with each stroke.

After every remaining drop has been cast on you he smiles, dragging his fingers across the rain drenched mess of mud and cum on your skin. “Never thought I’d ever see you so thoroughly soiled.”

You giggle at his remarks through your deep breaths. “And now that you do, what do you think?”

“I think it suits you, the dirt, the rain, and me...” He lowers himself down onto you, with his head now resting upon your shoulder. “It’s too bad though. Now I just want more, but we’re both far too filthy to carry on like this.”

You turn to whisper at the base of his ear. “Who says we can’t continue in the shower...”

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You wake early the next morning with the sun spilling into the room, lighting up your bed, and the hybrid sleeping next to you. His ears and nose twitching as he continues to rest. Slipping out from the covers, and into a set of clean gardening clothes, you exit the room with as little sound as possible.

On the tile floor of your hall, muddy footprints trail from your backdoor to your bathroom. A smile pulls at your lips as you recall the events which brought them there. Jungkook had been so excited to keep going he picked you up and rushed you inside.

The feeling from the warm water and hands in contrast to the cool rain was enough to bring back the waves of pleasure. He was so thorough in washing you down, you might have to ask him to join you for another this morning and repay the favour.

Outside in the garden you find all your harvest from the day before present and untouched. You’re pleased by this new development, but it’s not the fact that your crops are intact which makes you happy, it’s the comfort in knowing that Jungkook didn’t feel the need to take them.

A few minutes later the hybrid in question comes up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist pulling with him a blanket he took from the bed to cover the both of you. “Morning.” He mumbles, as his nose finds the crook of your neck where he exhales with a deep and relaxed sigh.

“Morning.” You respond, enjoying the tickle of his breath before you turn around to better see him. “It seems the thief didn’t strike last night. ”

“I guess they found a new garden to plunder and devour?” Jungkook suggests, giving you a sly grin, before he opens his mouth again. It’s easy to see that he’s getting ready to confess, his face shifts to a stern expression as he looks down at the ground, the guilt weighing heavily upon his brow. Placing your index to his lips you stop him. No longer needing to hear those words of admission, you offer a new proposal instead.

“Maybe, but that was just one night. The thief might still come back. So if it’s alright with you I would like you to stay here. Until we can be sure they won’t return.”

Jungkook lets out a satisfied chuckle, pushing aside your finger and pulling you tighter into his warm embrace. “You’re right, I suppose it would be safer if I stayed.” His lips plant a kiss on the top of your head where he then rests his chin. “A temptation as enticing as this, shouldn’t be left alone and unattended.”

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#jungkook smut #hybrid jungkook #bts hybrid au #bts fluff #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts the garden thief #bts smut #jungkook x reader

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anime-rambles · 3 years

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"OMEGA STOP PART 1"

Pairing: Alpha Bakugou x Alpha Kirishima x Omega Reader

Type: ABO Dynamic, Angst, blood, SFW

Word Count: 2900+

A/N: Seeing how everyone is loving “Welcome Home Omega” I decided to do another omegaverse fic this time with lots of angst. Thank you so much for all the kind words, reblogs, likes and follows. Was thinking of making a Part 2 for this? What do you think?

Summary: Omega y/n returns home to her alpha’s after being away in Europe, thinking she would be able to re-join her alphas and be happy. Only to discover they move on without her.

Link to Part 2 = https://anime-rambles.tumblr.com/post/657712192264814592/omega-stop-part-2

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I collect my suitcase from baggage claim and make my way towards the arrivals gate. It has been an incredibly long 8 years since I’ve been back home in Japan. After graduating UA with all my friends, I decided I needed a new path, something exciting that didn’t include my alphas. Being away from my family and friends has been one of the most difficult things to go through and more importantly being away from my alphas. It was nice to be needed and not just because of my second gender.

After graduating UA, I joined Fatgum’s agency and from there I met Jackie one of fat’s previous partners on the drug squad. She needed a bright new hero that wanted to work outside of Japan and head off a special unit in charge of investigating quirk enhancing drugs. At first everyone was onboard and excited fir me but as time went on, it was becoming increasing hard to keep in contact with my busy alphas. So, one Christmas, two years into the job we all agreed to stop dating and put our relationship on hold, until I was finished with the special unit or until one of the alphas said enough, come home. I agreed happily, never thinking I would get the come home call, but here I am. I left Europe and returned home.

The doors of arrivals opened in front of me, I look around the barrier hoping to see either of my boys, Bakugou or Kirishima, but neither blonde nor red head could be seen. I walk the corner a small bit, thinking they might be hiding but nothing. I spot movement in the distant, a blur of pink rushing to my arms, knocking me off balance.

“YYYY/NNNN, I CAN’T BELIEVE YOUR HOME” Mina sobs into my ear. “Mina” I say back hugging her tightly. Out of everyone in UA Mina stayed in constant contact with my updating me on the group’s latest gossip and everyone hero’s ranking. “Come on, lets get you home” She speaks again, taking one of my bags and my hand in hers. I smile to her and gladly accept her hand. Mina is an omega like me, after UA her and Sero got together and currently have a beautiful house and a serval fluffy cats. Once we reach the car and start our journey. Mina tells me of everyone, what they are doing and what is planned for my coming home party tonight.

“Wait, slow down, where are you taking me first” I say, laughing at her excitement. With her hands on the car wheel. She says “Bakugou and Kirishima’s” I pause for a second. They must just be living together and not actually still together without, right? They wouldn’t betray me, would they? These thoughts are fully my head, maybe coming home wasn’t a good idea. I should have ignored the “come home” agreement. What if they just want to use me to have their kid and toss me aside.

“Y/N, please say something, you made me promise not to talk about the boys when were away and right now you’re kinda scaring me.” She presses.

“I’m… just thinking. So out with it tell me what has been going on, why are they living together.” I asked shifting in my seat to look at her and she drives down the straight road.

“Okay, so it started whe….”

Mina basically said what I thought she might after I left fully and didn’t come back like we agreed. Kirishima and Bakugou stopped for a while, they didn’t live together, socialise or anything but after Kirhisma was badly injured in a battle, they moved back in with each other and kept their relationship quiet, it’s been 6 years, that they been together while I have been alone.

“So that’s basically all of it y/n, I’m sorr…”

I cut her off, “Mina this is not for you to apologise for, you kept your promise to me and now I must face the music as they say in Europe.” We had arrived outside their house ages ago, but we ended up talking. I step out of the car and move to grab my bags. I look up to the house, it’s huge and white. Very modern and what’s looks to be very expensive. But what can you expect from the Number 1 and Number 5 heroes in Japan. Mina steps out and comes to my side of the car to hug me goodbye and to tell me the information for tonight. Just then the front door opens, Kirishima steps out with a huge grin on his face. He has changed a lot since I left. He is like a wall, thick with muscle and sporting a high red ponytail.

“There she is,” Kirishima says, holding out his arms as he makes his way down the path towards me. I drop my bags and run to him. I can be anger later, but right now I need this hug. “Here I am,” I say back to him, I took my face into his neck to breathe him in, he tries to do the same but it is unable as I have my marks and scent glands covered as Europe has different rules than us. I can sense the confusion and say I will explain later. Kirishima greats Mina and they discuss briefly about this evening's plans and Mina is off on her way, waving goodbye. With his arm around me, he guides me inside towards the kitchen. We each stand on opposite sides of the Island, not knowing what to say first.

“So, where’s Bakugou? I thought you would both be at the airport” I say frankly to him, showing my frustrations. “He had to work, but he should be back home soon,” Kirishima replies shuffling his feet. I stare at him, I want to voice my anger, I want him to know how much I hurt, I need to do this with Bakugou. “Okay” I reply looking at my bags, why did I come here, why did I think we could go back to normal. “He’ll probably be late like always though, why don’t show you to your room and you can get ready for this evening” He smiled at me, like he trying to form an olive branch between us. I nod and follow him out of the room and up the stairs. All around me are reminders, parties I could not attend, award shows I missed but right now I can’t dwell on that. My time in Europe was the best experience of my life and right now I want to go back. Kirishima leads me to a guest room and leaves me to get ready. I sigh, this is going to be difficult.

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Doing the finishing touches to my hair, I smooth my dress down as I look in the mirror. I’m wearing a tight-fitting black dress, that is off the shoulders. I rub my hands down my neck, wishing I could have had the surgery to remove my mark guards yesterday before I came home. Just to show them, that I kept my promise to them. I hear noises downstairs, Bakugou had arrived home ages ago but did not even come to say hello, just went straight to the shower. Although I know what Mina told me was true, I needed proof if I was to enter an argument with Bakugou. I walk a small bit from my room trying to stay quiet, I turn a corner and see a wall of photo frames, most are from UA and some are from Dates we three had together. The difference, I was no longer in the photos, I was cut out. You could see my arm or a sliver of my hair and maybe an eye. I felt rejection, my inner omega whined. Why would they do this to me? I ripped the frame from the walls and marched downstairs. My heels clicked on the floor beneath me. I rounded the corner and enter the kitchen not bothering to wait for their conversation to finished. I throw the frames onto the countertop and look up at both of them making eye contact. If I wasn’t so mad and hurt, I would be shocked at how mature and sexy they both are right now. Kirishima's hair is half up, half down being supported with braids and he is in a maroon shirt opened slightly. Whereas Bakugou wears a white shirt and supports an undercut. My alphas have matured, I suppose I have as well.

Kirishima looks at the frames and stays quiet. Bakugou does not dare to break eye contact with me.

“So, let me get this straight. I leave home, to become great in something that is bigger than me. I leave my alphas with an agreement, that we all would hit pause, and eventually I would come back or get a called from either of you to come home. I follow the rules, and it seems to me what I got in thanks was to be cut from your lives.” I raise my voice, guesting to the pile in front of me.

“tck…” Bakugou replies and looks at Kirishima.

“Don’t tck me Bakugou, it seems to me that I’m not even wanted here anymore, so why was I called home, let me guess you need an omega to have your child and then I’m to disappear,” I respond. “No that’s not why we called you back” Kirishima speaks up, slightly walking towards to appear less hostile.

“Funny how you call us your alphas but yet, our marks, our bond is no longer on your neck,” Bakugou responds, pointing towards me. “They are not gone, they are covered by a skin slip, in Europe is safer to have them covered in case you are kidnapped and forced to bond with someone,” I say back to him. “Omega, please let us explain, I understand your hurt, but we want you still, your part of our family,” Kirishima replies placing a hand on my elbow. I jerk away from him.

“So, all this time, when I was away, suffering through my heats alone. Omega depression after omega depression. You two, were what? Together happily rutting away.”

“Yes, how do we know you never had it off with anyone else,” Bakugou said leaning on the Island in front of me. “Bakugou, don’t say that -” Kirishima scolded him. “- we don’t think that y/n”. I stand there shocked; I can sense he is hurt but right now I will not be his vent.

“ah, I see, I was away fucking my way through Europe apparently and my alphas decided that instead of coming to see me and to tell me. They went behind my back” I stare at Bakugou not daring to back down. “How do we know you weren’t, how do we know you didn’t get our marks removed?” Bakugou asked.

I scuffed and turned out of the kitchen, towards my bags that were left at the bottom of the stairs. Both Alphas stayed in the kitchen and spoke to each other. I opened my bags and reached into it to find a wrapped plastic bag. I walked back into the kitchen, hearing Bakugou raising his voice at Kirishima, “I can’t Kiri, you almost died.” Kirishima hushed Bakugou as I re-entered the kitchen. I threw the bag at Bakugou.

“Go on, open it -” I say with my hands on my hips. “- There’s your proof” I stand and watch it. Bakugou opens the bag and pulls out two jumpers, one of his and one of Kirishima’s. Their scent has well worn out but mine could be smelled. Years of being alone, years of depression, laid in their hands. Kirishima’s eye watered. “This proves nothing, maybe if you weren’t lying about our mark being gone, we wouldn’t have this problem,” Bakugou said, dropping the jumpers on the countertop. “What do you want me to do, perform surgery right now, you know once you never doubted me” I laugh under my breath.

“Yeah well once, you weren’t such a slut, betraying your alp-“Bakugou responded but Kirishima stepped in creating a barrier between us. Tears started to form in my eyes, my vision blurred. Fine, if Bakugou wants proof right now that I was loyal then fine, I’ll give it to him.

I look at my nails and smile to myself, I thank whatever god is listening that I have long pointed nails today. Kirishima is currently speaking to Bakugou, standing in front of me. I can no longer hear him. All I know is, those skin slips have to go now. I take a deep breath in and dig my nails into my neck around where the stitched used to be. I whimper, both can smell blood and turn to look at me. I rip the slip from my skin, blood starts to pour from my neck but nothing that would majorly hurt me. I reach for the other and dig my nails in. “Y/n stop, what are you doing” Kirishima reaches to stop me, but he’s too late I pulled the other off and make eye contact with Bakugou. “You wanted your proof, here you are Bakugou, take a whiff I have NEVER BETRAYED EITHER OF YOU” I scream, throwing the slips onto the counter and storm off.

“Omega come back now” Bakugou shouts after me, I can hear him chase me and reach for my arm. I pull it forward and turn to face him. Tear are leaving my eyes, ruining my makeup, my dress ruined from the blood. “What Katsuki, you believe me now? What do you want from me, why are you mad?” Bakugou stands in shock, unable to talk. “ANSWER ME NOW,” I scream again. Bakugou reaches forward grabbing my arms, tears forming in his. Kirishima was leaning on the door behind him.

“HE ALMOST DIED, AND YOU WEREN’T THERE, I WAS ALONE, WATCHING HIM DIE AND YOU WERENT THERE, YOU PROMISED ME I’D NEVER BEEN ALONE, AND YOU LEFT ME ALONE WAITING FOR HIM TO COME BACK” he roared at me. I shoved Bakugou off me.

“I CAME HOME WHEN EIJIROU WAS IN HOSPITAL” I shouted back, both alphas heads shot straight up and looked at me. “I was there, I broke me promise to stay away until I was asked by either of you to come home. But I saw the fight, I saw Eijirou get knockdown and didn’t get back up. I hopped on the nearest flight and came home. You need proof, ask Fatgum, Denki, Tamaki, Deku.. anyone who sat in that waiting room.” I said looking into Bakugou's eyes. Kirishima walked forward to join us. Bakugou went to speak. “No you let me speak, I was there. Kirishima opened his eyes and called me an angel and then you shot into the room in a panic and threw yourself on him. Bakugou you looked in my eyes and didn’t say a word, so I stepped back, you saw me there, you. Don’t blame this on me. Knowing how angry you would be, Deku came and got me, promising to watch over both of you.” I stopped to wipe the tears from my eyes.

“How dare you hold that over me Katsuki Bakugou,” I say to him, Kirishima reaches for my hand as if to pull us all back together. I step back, I need to breathe to get out. I walk about the front door, grabbing my handbag. “I’ll see you at the party, some welcome home this was,” I say not looking back and slam the front door.

I walk down the path and reach for my phone, dialing Mina’s number. “Hey girly, I’m just about to leave for the pub,” Mina says down the phone. I start to cry and sit down on the curb. “Sero, wait a second” Mina whispers away from the phone. “Y/n, what’s happened, what’s going on,” She says again her voice has lowered. “Mina I need some help; I can’t see everyone looking like this,” I say back to her. I cry again, I can hear the door behind me open and I stand. I turn and see Kirishima, “Y/n wait please, come back in, we can sort this out,” he says, and I look over his shoulder. Bakugou is frozen in the same spot, staring at the floor. “I’m almost there, start walking to me,” Mina says and hangs up. I bend down and undo the straps of my heels, steeping out of them leaving them on the step. I start to run down the street, I need some quiet, I need to think.

“OMEGA STOP” Bakugou shouts behind me, but I can’t. I see Mina’s car and run towards it.

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enchantestuff · 3 years

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miscommunication - charles leclerc

in which your Pierres little sister and reap the consequences after an eventful night in Monaco with his best friend

I think I'm going to make this into a series, like 3 more parts maybe??

part two

GIF NOT MINE!!!

warnings: smut, my failed attempt at angst (I tried), language, em yeah

3k words (I have no idea how that happened)

You had known Charles for years, which wasn't particularly surprising considering you were Pierres little sister.

When you were little you envied their friendship, constantly trying to insert yourself in their games and conversations. You had lost count of the amount of times they slammed a door in your face, demanding you to leave them alone. You hadn’t realised how annoying you were being as you followed them around everywhere, even if Pierre had scolded you for it each day.

When you were a teenager, Pierre purposely kept Charles away from you, telling him that if he even looked in your direction he wouldn't hesitate to end their friendship. You, of course, had no idea of the threat not that it mattered as you didn't paid any attention to the infamous duo during those few years, living in your own little world full of clothes , friends and different boys.

Now, however, you were an adult and all you wanted to do was support your brother throughout his career. In recent years you had gone to as many races as you physically could, but of course you had your own job and unfortunately didn’t have the time to attend any race this season.

Pierre was disappointed, he loved having you there to support him, but he understood that you had your own life and never placed any blame on you. After years of the two of you constantly ignoring each other and bickering, you had finally begun to act like siblings and all he wanted to do was make up for lost time.

You had thankfully gotten three weeks off work - well they weren’t necessarily weeks off as you still had to do your job, but your boss insisted that there was no need for you to trek to the office everyday when you were perfectly capable of doing the work at home on your laptop. The timing couldn't have been better with the triple header just around the corner, it almost seemed like a miracle and you were gonna enjoy every minute of it.

You grinned as you texted your brother.

Any spare tickets to the race :)

He replied almost immediately.

You're kidding, which one?

All of them?

Your texting was cut off by Pierres contact photo appearing on your phone. You answered instantly only to hear Pierre screaming through your speakers, he also slipped in a few delighted curse words before finally letting you talk.

“My boss gave me the next three weeks off so I’m going to go support my favourite brother” you grinned.

“Your only brother” he remarked and you could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

You spent the next few hours catching up and retelling pointless stories. You had gone to sleep with a lazy smile on your face and woke up the next morning to a text from Pierre, telling you that he had organized your passes for the three weekends as well as the flights, all you had to do was find a hotel. He slipped in the name of the hotel that he was staying at, and to your luck there was still room available. Now all that was left to do was wait.

You grinned giddy as you stepped off the plane and walked toward the baggage collection area, excited to finally get back to watching races in person. You rubbed your eyes in surprise when you spotted your brother waiting for you. “Pierre?” you screamed delightly, running up to him and pushing his body into a bone crushing hug. It felt like you hadn’t seen him in forever even if it was only a few months.

“Bonjour,” he laughed as he hugged you back.

“I thought you were busy all day today” you exclaimed once you pulled away from him.

He sheepishly shrugged at you with a lazy grin on his face. “I may have lied, are you ready to go?”

You nodded your head at him and for the first time in a long time your mind drifted towards your brother's best friend, Charles, who you hadn’t spoken to since an eventful night in Monaco a few months ago.

You cursed yourself as you thought back to that very moment.

Charles was having a party at his lovely home, you can't remember now what you were celebrating but everyone was ecstatic. You could hear the music from across the street and you knew before you even entered the house that it was going to be a night to remember.

The moment you stepped foot inside you were surrounded by multiple drunk people, all with large grins and hooded eyes plastered on them and you laughed as almost everyone stumbled around the house.

You spotted your brother in the middle of the room dancing with a pretty blonde, he had a goofy smile on his face and you knew from that sight of him alone that he was wasted. You were the only sober person there, at least that's what you thought until Charles had made his way to you with two cups in his hand, alcohol for you and water for him.

“I thought you were celebrating,” you mused as you took a sip of the dark liquor.

“Someone needs to keep these drunk idiots in check,” he joked.

“Well in that case” you said as you handed your drink to a stranger and took a sip of his water instead. You laughed at the bewildered look he threw your way before continuing, “I'm not going to let you tackle this party alone.” The smile that formed on Charles was genuine and your breath hitched in your throat at the sight.

You surprisingly enjoyed yourself the whole night, maybe that was because you knew everyone there, but most likely it was because you spent the whole night with Charles.

A few hours into the party he turned to you asking to dance, you didn't even hesitate to say yes, nerves surrounded you immediately and they only got worse when his hands dipped dangerously low on your hips. Your eyes automatically searched for Pierre and you left out a sigh of relief when you couldn't find him anywhere.

The thought of getting caught fueled both you and Charles, so when he spun you around to face him neither of you hesitated to connect your lips. You considered yourself lucky that everyone around you was too drunk to notice your heated make out and used it to your advantage. You pulled him even closer to you, moaning in his ear when he grabbed your bum and giggling at the whimper he let out.

You felt dizzy. The fact that you were both sober made your first kiss even more real.

You were anxious when he asked you if you wanted to go somewhere more private but agreed nevertheless, hoping that maybe he had wanted you for as long as you had wanted him.

He had tenderly kissed you again once he closed the door behind him.

“God, you have no idea how long i've waited to do this,” he moaned in your ear and although you knew that was just something people said in the heat of the moment, you let yourself believe it. You let yourself believe every single word that left his lips and got even more attached to the moment.

You revealed a piece of yourself to him that night, not only a physical part, but a part of your heart as you admitted your deepest secrets to him. “Fuck, Charles, I’ve always wanted you,” you moaned when he gently placed you on the bed.

You attached yourself to the kisses he placed all over your body, you paid attention to every bit of affection that he showed you, never once wanting him to stop. When he positioned himself next to you and asked if you were sure you told him there was nothing you've ever been more sure about.

You had both simultaneously moaned when he entered you, laughing at each other afterwards, which made your heart flutter. He was Charles, your brothers best friend and yet sex with him felt so natural.

He placed a tender kiss to your chest before he started moving and you couldn't help but hold him close to you, he didn't seem to mind however as he nested his head in the crook of your neck, letting you hear all the soft gasps and grunts that left his mouth.

You arched your back in pleasure when he reached the deepest parts inside you, your toes curled and your eyes rolled back and all you could think was God why didn't we do this sooner?

“Don't stop, please Charles, don't stop” you moaned in his ear, and if you weren't in a completely different world you would have noticed the shiver than ran down his entire body at your words.

“Trust me, mon amour, i never want to stop”

You weren't even aware of the moans the left your lips until Charles had grabbed your chin and looked at you with desperation written all over his face, “Merde, Y/N, i want more than anything to make this moment last but If you keep making those pretty little sounds you're gonna make me cum”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words “Shut me up then”

And he did, he grunted as he reconnected your lips, swallowing your moans and letting out his own in the process. From the kissing, to Charles’ moans and the rolling of his hips it didn't take you long to release the knot in your stomach.

You regretted it now, thinking back on it, it had completely ruined your friendship with Charles. Your daily silly texts to each other had ceased to exist, your weekly facetime calls had died and a piece of you had broken.

You didn’t expect any less, he was your brother's best friend and even though you always found him insanely attractive, you knew deep down he would have found your little crush on him weird. You always had the suspicion that he saw you as a little sister, and the way he completely ignored you after your hookup had proven them to be true.

You couldn't hate him, or even place the blame of your failed friendship on him as you also went out of your way to ignore him, something that you really regretted but couldn’t change.

“You alright?” Pierre asked as he grabbed your suitcase in his hand.

“Yeah sorry i - i don't know what happened to me there,” you choked out, walking alongside Pierre to his car.

“It's free practice tomorrow, you coming?” he asked once you were both sitting comfortably in his car.

“Yeah, of course” you nodded as you watched the tall buildings pass by in the window.

“Everyones misses you, you know?” he quickly glanced over at you while he drove, wondering what the hell you were thinking so hard about.

“Yep” you sighed, “Me too,” but all you could think about was the Ferrari driver and how awkward it would be to see him again

You had shut yourself in your hotel room for the rest of the night, the flight and overly long check in had taken all the remaining energy out of you and all you wanted to do was curl into the hotel bed and sleep for as long as you possibly could. So that's what you did, until Pierre rang your phone, telling you that he was leaving for free practice in half an hour, wondering if you needed lift, which of course you did you had mumbled to him while scrabbling out of the bed and running to your bathroom to take the quickest shower of your life.

You had somehow gotten ready in time and before you knew it you were walking around the paddock with Pierre next to you, basking in the glorious sun.

Pierre whistled in excitement when he spotted Charles walking out of the Ferrari motorhome. The brunette quickly turned at the sound, a smile forming on his face when he spotted Pierre, his eyebrows raising soon after as he finally noticed you next to him. Your heart beat loudly in your chest as he got closer and closer to you.

You stood firmly in your spot, uncertain if a hug would be too big of an action after months of silence between you both, quite frankly you didn’t even want to touch him, the pain that he had caused you cutting too deep. Unfortunately, he beamed at you and grabbed your hips, pulling you into his chest and rocking you both side to side.

“Hi,” you laughed, unwilling to cause a scene in front of your brother, you moved your arms to wrap around his neck.

“It's great to see you” he admitted when he pulled away and you felt your throat close up at his words. “I’ve missed you”

“I missed you too,” you smiled and although it wasn’t a lie, the words felt dirty leaving your lips. You shouldnt have missed him, not when he left you lying alone in his bed after you both had sex.

“God, you're acting like you haven't spoken to each other in months,” Pierre laughed, and you and Charles shared an awkward look with each other. The silence that followed was unbearable.

You cleared your throat as you looked around the paddock. “I'm going to get some water” you quickly spilled out and abruptly turned in the other direction, ignoring the confused look that Pierre shot in your direction. You had only taken a few steps when Charles grabbed your arm and pulled you behind a random building.

“Shh it's me” he flinched as you pushed yourself away from him, “it's me” he repeated looking at the bewildered expression on your face.

“You couldn’t have just talked to me like a normal human being?” you argued, “Did you really have to drag me behind a building?”

“I couldn't talk about you know what around you know who” he threw back and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Oh! You dont want to talk about us having sex infronf of Pierre” you snapped and he covered your mouth with his hand. You bit his hand and he gasped in response.

“You bit me!” he half shouted.

“You didn’t seem to mind last time” you commented , relishing in how flustered Charles had gotten.

“We need to talk about that” he choked out, looking absolutely anywhere except your eyes.

“Oh so now you want to talk about it?” you asked with an accusing tone to your voice, surpringing not only Charles but also yourself.

“I know it was a dick move, I just” he sighed “I didn’t know how to bring it up”

“How about maybe not leaving straight away? How about sending me a text explaining how you felt instead of leaving me in the dark for months? If you thought it was a mistake you could have just-”

“I didn't think it was a mistake”

You couldn't help the effect those words had on your heart, but suddenly you were even more furious, he was unintentionally playing with your heart and you didn't know how much more of it you could take.

“Then why didn't you tell me!”

You were frustrated and he wasn’t helping one bit. He had left it too late, the damage was done, you had spent months regretting your decision to climb into bed with him and a few words lazily strung together to form a sentence wasn't going to erase the emotional damage he caused you. It didn't matter anymore whether it was intentional or not

“I didn't want to ruin our friendship”

“That is the dumbest excuse I've ever heard!”

You could feel tears pricking your eyes and all you wanted to do was sob your heart out, but you refused to cry in front of him, you didn't want him to know the effect he had on you. “Look your late and i - i need to breathe”

You didn't give him a chance to reply as you ran away, unable to face the boy who broke your heart: the boy who had given you everything you could possibly want, only to snatch it out of your grasp.

You cursed yourself for getting attached to that moment because now, every time you closed your eyes, all you see was him panting on top of you and all you could feel was his lips on your skin. It was a memory that used to delight you but now all it brought was sadness and pain.

You knew your attachment issues would bring you pain one day, but only now as you crouched down next to some random building, did you realise it would be physical pain. You clawed at your neck in desperation. You couldn't breathe. Your tears were practically suffocating you and you couldn't help but think Charles' hands ripping your heart from your chest was the cause.

Unknowingly to you, Charles watched your retreating figure with tears forming behind his eyes. It had finally hit him how much he fucked things up. He thought he was doing the right thing, he thought maybe you needed space, maybe you would have regretted it.

He wore his heart on his sleeve that day, everything that he told you was true, he was just so scared. So scared that he would be left heartbroken, that his feelings were unrequited, that maybe, just maybe, you would be disgusted with yourself for what you two did.

He left early the next morning to hype himself up, to finally tell you about his feelings for you that had been bubbling around in his stomach for years, but when he returned to his bedroom you were gone.

He didn't realise how much waking up to an empty bed would affect you, just as much as you didnt realise how much leaving would affect him.

He was never good at communication, but it was so easy with you, so why didn't he pick up the phone? He had no excuse except that he was scared.

It was his fear that hurt him the most. It was his fear that broke your heart and that had hurt him so much more than he thought was possible.

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HOUDINI | JJK

One Shot

▽ summary: jungkook was your first and only. When he got arrested, you felt like an idiot for always believing his every word and after a few years you decided to date again. But the word somehow got to his ears in jail and he couldn’t let you be anyone else’s but his.

▽ genre: porn with some plot, criminal au, established relationship

▽ pairings: escaped convict!jk x fem!reader

▽ words: 3464

▽ warnings: mention of abusive relationship, mention of alcohol abuse, mention of underage sex, criminal activities, implied murder, possessive behavior, mention of female masturbation, spanking, fingering, female ejaculation, overstimulation, oral sex (m receiving, deep throating), unprotected sex, lots of cum, dirty talk

( ➜ Drabble 1: first meeting ) [⏵playlist]

He hit me and it felt like a kiss He hit me and I knew he loved me If he didn't care for me I could have never made him mad But he hit me and I was glad

You were still very young when you learned that love was nothing like the cheesy romances you’d see on the big screen. Well, you didn’t actually have the money to go to the movies, but sometimes you found the way to sneak in and watch whatever was there to watch. You had a fascination for those stories, for those dancing images on the screen. They were made of pure light. Literally. While everyone was caught in the enchantment of the movie, you were the one to look behind your back and follow the light beam up until its source, looking straight at the small window from which the projector created the whole illusion of life before your eyes.

Most people want to escape from reality. They want to feel like their life has meaning, like it is just one plot twist away from being interesting. I didn’t. Maybe I should have, since mine was pretty shit. But I guess this was the whole reason why I was looking for the disenchantment. It’s like watching a magician. I’ve always been the type to be more observant, to look for the trick. Cause if there wasn’t any, then it would have meant that mine was the only pointless existence.

No one in your block had a penny to their names. Everyone dreamed of going away, of starting a new life and do something meaningful. But you knew that most of them would never make it. They were trapped.

We think of the key, each in his prison. Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.

Those weren’t your words. They were Jungkook’s. Well, not his own words, actually. He had read them somewhere. He was the type to read, although he didn’t look like it at all. And you know how people who read are: they are good with words. They can shape reality with just a flick of their tongue. And damn if he got a way with words! That’s why you fell for him.

It wasn’t just the fact that he got the looks of an angel. He also talked like one. He could talk his way in and out of everything and you were pretty sure he could lie his way into heaven if he wanted to. He was an exceptional liar, a pathological one too. But you loved him anyway.

You believed him when he told you that he was going to turn your life upside down. Why wouldn’t you? He had already done it more times than you could count. He had done it since the day you first met in that dark movie theatre. You had always believed him and everything he said. He was the only man you ever loved, the first and the last you had sex with, and eventually the one you married.

He reminded you of your father. They had the same dangerous charm. Their eyes gleamed with the same light: that of a man who was willing to con the whole world and make it his own. Your father didn’t make it, though. He became a drunk mess and ended up in prison for attempted murder.

Only a pathetic fuck goes to jail for attempted murder. Either you go down for murder, or you don’t go down at all. That’s how much of a failure he was.

But you didn’t care about him. He used to beat your mother whenever he felt like it. Jungkook, on the other hand, never did that.

So, when he told you those words – “the less you know, the better” – you didn’t question him. You just believed him. And when he came home with a bag full of money and his hands covered in blood, you still didn’t question him. You just did as he asked and bent over the kitchen table to let him fuck you senseless.

You really didn’t care about what he did. Everyone in your block was somehow entangled with criminal activities. That’s just how it is when you can’t afford an honest life. What if he robbed a bank? What if he killed someone to get that money? So what? You’d love him anyway. You’d love him no matter what.

You still loved him when you heard the sirens wailing through the block and stop outside your shared house. You didn’t care about the fact that he just ripped your marriage into pieces. You always knew he was an Icarus.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be home for dinner.” He told you with a cocky smirk, while being pushed inside the police car.

And again, you believed him.

He was the only magician who ever managed to deceive you into thinking that his was actual magic and not just a trick. But when the jury found him guilty of aggravated robbery and murder, you felt like the lights had gone off and the curtain closed on his magic show. It was over. And now you were left standing in a sad empty circus, with just the distant music of the carousel to remind you of the fact that it was all a rouse. A convincing one for sure, but still a rouse.

When you saw him being taken away from the trial, you thought about those words he told you years before.

We think of the key, each in his prison. Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.

And you smiled to yourself. Somehow, even though your whole life had just gone to pieces, you found them ironic. Who would have thought, back then, that he would end up in an actual prison? Not you for sure.

The years had passed and although you never really moved on from Jungkook, you decided it was time for you to build a life for yourself. You were still young and pretty, so it wasn’t hard for you to fool some stupid rich boy from the city. Kim Seokjin was no Jeon Jungkook, but he had money and a steady job – one that could actually pay for rent, food and vices without raising any question from the authorities.

He didn’t know you were broke as fuck, and you did your best to hide it with the means you had and the cunning that your lowlife background had teach you. You would buy fancy dresses and hide the tag when you wore them, so that you could return them the day after. You would also tell Seokjin to come pick you up at work in Gangnam. You never worked there, of course, but he was dumb enough to believe you. It didn’t really matter: you planned on sleeping with him soon enough and let him knock you up. Men always get way too excited when you tell them that they can fuck you without putting on a condom.

What you didn’t plan, however, was to find yourself with a tattooed hand covering your mouth when one night you came back home from a date with Seokjin. At first you tried to scream and free yourself from the strong grip of the mysterious man that somehow got into your house, but you froze as soon as he spoke.

“Shh be quiet, baby. You want to be the one to rat me out?”

You’d recognize that voice among millions. It was Jungkook.

How did he get out? His sentence is not over yet. He still has to serve twenty more years.

You thought that by being quiet and staying still, he would loosen the grip on you, but he didn’t.

“Fancy dress you got here, honey.” He hissed, pressing his lips against your ear and making you shiver from his touch. His hand trailed along the side of your body, caressing the expensive fabric of the white dress.

“Was your new boyfriend, the one who bought it for you?”

Your eyes widened at that question and you again tried to free yourself without success.

“Yeah.. I know. I was surprised too when Yoongi came to visit me and told me you were seeing some fancy city boy with his head up his tuxedo-covered ass.”

You knew that no matter how soft his voice could sound, he was mad. He was always calm when he was really mad.. until he wasn’t calm anymore.

“I told him: no, Yoongi, there’s no way that’s true. My sweet Y/N would never do something like that. She is a faithful wife, not some dirty whore who’s ready to sell her cunt to the first Richie Rich who comes around.”

He chuckled darkly.

“But he brought me the photos. So I guess I was wrong.”

He abruptly turned you around, pushing your back against the wall. It was then, that you saw him. His hair got longer and he somehow got some tattoos on his right arm. His dark eyes were gleaming in the dark with a mischievous light that you had never seen on him – not when he was looking at you, at least.

His fingers tightened around your jaw, forcing you to look at him straight in the eyes.

“Did you let him touch you?”

“N-no.” You muttered, with your heartbeat racing fast and your eyes wide open like those of an innocent doe who was just caught by a cold-blooded hunter.

He pressed his body on yours, breathing heavily against your lips without breaking eye contact.

“If you are lying to me.. I’ll know, Y/N.” He hissed. And you knew that those words were a clear warning.

“I expect your cunt to be tighter than it was when I left. If it isn’t..” he chuckled, slightly tilting his head to the side and licking his lips while caressing gently your reddened cheek. “..well, I guess I’ll stretch your holes so wide that there won’t be any doubt about whose little whore you are.”

He didn’t give you any time to breathe, let alone answer. He pressed his lips on yours with such passion that he sucked the air out of your lungs. And you melted.

You still loved him, after all. You still craved for his touch, which you missed every single night that you’ve spent in your empty bed. Every time you touched yourself, you always closed your eyes and think of him: his hands, his lips, his toned body, his cock, his breath, his smell.. everything. No man could turn you on like he did.

You could tell he had changed. He got more violent, more possessive. But for some reason, that didn’t bother you. Somehow, in a fucked up way, you enjoyed it. It was like you just had the proof that he truly loved you. That you were sill his.

You run your fingers through his hair, tightening your grip while kissing him deeply. A muffled sigh escaped from your lips when his tongue entered your mouth, exploring every corner of it like that was the last kiss he was ever gonna give you.

“Touch me.” You murmured, like it was a prayer sent straight to God.

The first one that was actually answered, since Jungkook’s hands quickly slipped under your dress while you kicked off your shoes. He turned you around again, face against the wall, and removed your underwear.

You gasped at his touch on your wet entrance, arching your back so that he could see your pussy in its full glory.

“Fuck, I missed you so much.” He murmured, starting to run his palm on your pussy.

You moaned, grinding against his hand in search of his touch while he steadied your hips with the strong grip of his free hand.

“Already purring like a kitten, baby?”

Another moan escaped from your lips, this time loudly, when he inserted his middle finger in your throbbing core, feeling it clench around his touch.

“Such a good girl. You didn’t lie to me.” He commented in a hiss, inserting another finger to test your tightness and starting to pump his digits on your most sensitive spot.

“So tight. Will you be able to take my cock, baby?”

“Y-yes. Yes I will.” You answered in between your heavy breaths and moans, chasing the pleasure that his movements gave you.

You suddenly let out a sharp cry when you felt his hand slapping your ass cheek without notice. But the lingering pain had the only effect of heightening the pleasure and getting you even more wet.

Hu chuckled, spanking you one more time.

“Fuck! Jungkook!”

He had always loved it when you said his name during sex, and he still did apparently, since he started pumping his digits harder inside you. The lewd sounds of your pussy soon filled the silence of the night.

When his other hand reached your clit and started drawing quick circles around it, your legs started shivering and your eyes rolled back from the pleasure. If it wasn’t for the wall, you’d probably fall on your knees when the orgasm hit you. You moaned so loud that you almost sounded like a dying animal.

“That’s it baby. Cum for me.”

His words only made it worse and you couldn’t help but feel like a fire ball hit you right in the belly. Your walls clenched around his pumping digits and soon your climax reached an unprecedented high, making you ejaculate on his hand while waves of pleasure went through your body like an electric shock.

“Oh my God!” Was is reaction to the mess you just made.

He let out a satisfied laugh, retracting his fingers from your overstimulated core just to smear your arousal on your own lips.

“Open your mouth, baby. I want you to taste yourself – the way I make you feel.”

You obeyed, and even if you were still panting and barely able to function, you took his fingers in you mouth, rotating your tongue around them and sucking every drop of your own arousal before letting them out with a pop.

“Good girl.” He praised you softly, caressing your hair. “Now get on your knees for me.”

Again, you obeyed without hesitation while he unzipped his pants and pumped himself a few times in front of your face.

You looked up at him, licking your lips. You could still taste your slick on them, but you wanted something different. You wanted his taste. And you were so eager to get it, that you didn’t waste any time.

You soon wrapped your mouth around his hard cock, sucking it like it was your last meal. But letting you have it your way was not Jungkook’s plan. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, tying them up in a ponytail that was only held by his own hand, and started thrusting inside your mouth until tears were gathering at the corner of your eyes.

A deep growl escaped from his lips at the sight of your mouth stuffed with his cock and your messed up make up smeared all over your face.

“My little whore. Always so good for me.” He said through his panting, face fucking you like there was no tomorrow.

And probably there wasn’t gonna be one. For all you knew, the police could come at any moment and take him back to his cell – this time, forever. But, if anything, the thrill just added something extra to the whole situation, making it even more exciting.

The rhythm of his deep thrusts against your throat soon made you gag. And that was it. That was what he wanted, what he was looking for.

“Oh shit! Fuck, I’m coming, baby.”

His cum shot straight down your throat, filling you with his warm liquid. You loved his taste. You always had since the first time he sucked his cock. You were only fifteen back then, and you had no idea how to do it. But he was older than you and he guided your every movement, teaching you what he liked and what he wanted. You thought you’d spit him out, but you always swallowed. You liked it. You liked the taste of his orgasm and you liked to know that you were the one to make him cum like that.

“Take off your dress and bra.”

Your jaw was still feeling numb and your legs weak when he ordered you to undress, but you still obeyed, in a daze.

“Now bend over the couch.”

Again, you didn’t raise any question. You just crawled towards the couch and rested your chest on the pillows, closing your eyes while you tried to catch your breath. You could feel your heart beating strong, muffled by the padded fabric of the couch. The only other sound was that of his steps, getting closer and closer to you until he dropped heavily on his knees, resting his large hands on your ass cheeks and parting them.

He let out a pleased moan and you could feel his gaze devouring the most intimate part of your body. You didn’t even need to look or feel him to know that he was getting hard again. And you felt proud. You arched your back and spread your legs a big wider, offering him the whole show. You loved to know that he wanted you so bad. Just the thought of his desire aroused you more than anything else.

He chuckled, spanking you again and making you gasp at the sharp feel of his palm against your sensitive skin.

“God, you’ve always loved being a slut for me. Am I right?”

You thought the question was rhetoric, so you didn’t respond. But when he gave you another spank and bent over you, pulling your hair to get your ear closer to his lips, you knew he wanted to hear your voice.

“Answer me. Whose little slut are you?”

“Y-yours, Jungkook. I’m your little slut.”

He chuckled darkly, letting go of your hair while caressing your reddened ass cheek and pressing his lips on your ear.

“Good girl.” He praised you, slowly starting to align the tip of his cock with your wet entrance.

You whimpered at the feel, arching your back even more to look for more friction. Seeing you like that, so eager to have him inside of you, was all it took for him to sink deep inside your core, filling you with all his length and stretching your walls.

“Fuck! You got so tight, baby.”

You did. While he was away, you didn’t have sex with anybody and you only started thinking about that when you met Seokjin. Not because you really wanted to, but because you felt like it was a necessary step to get what you wanted. Sure, Jin was handsome, but he was no Jungkook. Your husband, your first love, your first everything – he was the only one who could make you wet just by staring at you. He had that power – the power to make your head spin like you had too many drinks.

Jungkook hold your hips in place and started pounding you hard, making you moan at every thrust until you were just a hot wet mess at his mercy.

“Jungkook..” That was all you could say, breathless, while feeling your walls clench around his cock like they were holding to dear life.

He went balls deep inside of you, fucking you for all the times he didn’t in the past three years. It was intoxicating, and you knew you could never get enough of that feeling – of him.

“Jungkook.. cum inside me, please.” You whimpered, pleading him with a mere whisper when you felt his thrusts getting sloppier and more imprecise. Your orgasm was close too, but you wanted to make sure he didn’t pull out. You wanted to feel every drop of him.

“Y/N.. fuck!” Was all he said while he sank deep inside your core, filling you up with his cum and pumping it in to get you closer to your climax.

You came with his name on your lips and the lewd sounds of your sex filling your ears like the sweetest music you’d ever heard. Your hands grabbed the fabric of the couch and you could feel your saliva dripping down the side of your lips, parted by the intense sensation of your orgasm.

He dropped with his chest pressing on your back. You could feel his heavy breath against your skin and his heartbeat trying to get a calmer pace while the high of the climax was slowly fading away.

“We are leaving tonight, baby.” He whispered in your ear after a few moments of silence. “I’m not going back to jail. I’m not gonna let them tear us apart again.”

And again, even after everything that had happened, you believed him.

I guess this is my prison. You are. But I don’t want to escape.

“I love you, Jungkook.”

“I love you too, baby.”

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lots of innocent and not so innocent touches

With Dwayne Pride if you wright for him if you don't just Gibbs please <3

who - leroy jethro gibbs x reader

an - i’m sorry! i haven’t seen ncis new orleans, so i probably couldn’t write dwayne very well … hope this is okay, for some reason i had trouble writing it :/

please continue to send in asks !!

unedited :/

Blankets surrounded your body, your leg ontop of another while light snores left your mouth. Hair was messed up and a hand was slowly moving to stroke your cheek. The curtains allowed peaks of the sunlight to peak through in your bedroom. A man lying beside you in his sweatpants and old tee.

The grey haired, older, man kept his eyes on your peacefully sleeping face, truly enjoying whatever dream you were imagining. He made no move to remove your leg from the top of his, but did make a move to place his fingers above your face, lightly pushing some stray baby hairs away.

A part of him silently cursed to himself, wishing that he had learned how to work his phone better, then being able to snap a photo of this calming moment for his own purposes.

Gibbs wouldn’t admit it to you, but these moments were more important to him than working on a boat, or the thrill after finally catching a bastard. There was something so domestic, so calming, with these times spent together. Time for him to think to himself, and also have the one he loves so much be so close.

Time to think about the past, and wonder how he got lucky enough for it to land here. Though, he may have lost a lot, and they would never be forgotten, he was grateful for another opportunity at pure happiness.

But his time to enjoy the peacefulness soon ended with a ring of a cellphone, causing you to stir a bit in your sleep. You eventually opened your eyes, staring up at the man who now had the hand that was formally on your face, resting on your chest.

“What’s that?” You questioned, trying to sit up and rub your eyes. “Can you get it?”

“It’s your cellphone,” He answered, missing the warmth of your leg, now having it be moved to lay on the mattress itself.

“Mmk,” You mumbled, reaching over to your side table and grabbing it. Flipping the screen up, you moved it to your ear. “L/n,” You tried to make your morning voice sound more as your own.

“If it isn’t little Y/n!” A cheerful voice spoke loudly on the other line. “Ya miss me?”

“No. What do you need?” You rolled your eyes, getting off of the bed, Gibbs eyes traveling your body as you walked to your dresser, picking out a outfit. “Mhm, okay,” You nodded to yourself. “I’ll be there, text me the address. Oh. Never mind then. Bye.”

Gibbs got out of the bed, going to stand beside you. He silently observed as you rolled your eyes once again, opening another drawer, he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest, a small kiss on the inside of your neck.

“Who’s that?”

“A old coworker.” You opened your underwear drawer, picking a pair for the day.

“Purple,” Gibbs commented, as you dropped the blue pair back into the others, reaching for the one he chose.

“Gosh, it’s like we really are married,” You laughed to yourself, looking back at his straight face. “Sorry, you would know too much about that. But that’s not my point, there is a dead marine there and that means we’ve got work.”

“You didn’t seem to happy to hear from him,” Gibbs unwrapped his arms as you moved to your closet, picking out a dress shirt.

“I wasn’t. He’s annoying and almost cost me my job at the time. But, it’s our job, we have to go, so grab your clothes in the bottom drawers,” You turned around and pointed at the dresser that held some of his items, now finding what you needed and beginning to change.

———————-

“If you are all interested to know… I spent the morning watching a old TV show airing about a classic comedic couple who travels the world with their adopted son,” Tony announced to no one in particular, sitting at his desk as the others sat at theirs.

Ziva had her arms crossed, leaning back in her chair a bit. McGee sat in his, rubbing his eyes and looking down at his phone.

“What did you do this morning, McGee?” Ziva looked over to McGee, watching as his eyebrows furrowed.

“Trying to work on my new writing.. but for my character, uh, Miranda, I need a good backstory for her, people are really grasping onto her character from the former story. I’ve read some things saying they think she’ll get with Gibbs, I mean Libbs!”

“Interesting,” Ziva tsked. “I read the story and your Miranda character, who is obviously Y/n, and I don’t see it.”

“You know nothing about romance, Ziva,” Tony waltzed over, his own coffee in hand and his face near hers. “I think no one expects you to think about who would get together. But, no, I don’t see Gibbs getting with someone like L/n who is very, you know-”

“I’m what, DiNozzo?” You walked in, moving straight to your desk as you placed your bag down.

“Amazing! I meant, you’re so great that someone like Gib-” Tony looked at Ziva’s eyes widen. “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?”

“Someone like me, now what’s that, DiNozzo?” Gibbs questioned.

“Uh-” Gibbs smacked the back of DiNozzos head, moving over to his own desk.

“Dead sailor, body is already getting examined by Ducky and some visitors are coming to drop off some of the evidence.” Gibbs informed everyone.

“They think this sailor had something to do with a past robbery and murder, a cold case,” You clarified.

“L/n!” A guy smiled widely, another girl following in pursuit behind him as he walked to you with his arms wide open. “It’s been too long,” He quickly hugged you, tightening his grip around your shoulders and moving his hands to cup your face. “You still look as beautiful as ever!”

“Y/n, is that your boyfriend?” Ziva inquired.

“He looks a little out of her leagu-” You shot DiNozzo a look. “Or not?”

“Ah no,” The man laughed. “Old coworkers, that is Lila and I’m Carson, nice to meet you guys.”

“If your old coworkers, you must have a ton of embarrassing stories about Y/n!” DiNozzo beamed, moving closer to Carson.

“Uh, a few,” He responded. “We only worked together for a year or two, some, but not a ton.”

“Some will do.”

“DiNozzo, we aren’t here to make friends we are here to solve a murder,” Gibbs shot him a look and hit the back of his head.

“Right, sorry, boss.” DiNozzo put his head down like a sad puppy dog and made his way back to his desk. The two visitors looked at the scene that had just happened oddly.

“We brought all of our evidence, not much, but something,” Lila announced, placing the box on the table now and taking some of it out. “Should we get started?”

“I’ll show you to Abby, she is our forensic analysts and will probably want to take a look at this stuff for herself,” McGee told Lila, putting the evidence back in the box and letting her grab it, soon walking towards the elevator.

“You think I could check out the body?” Carson asked you. “It might be good to see what he looked like more and talk with your doctor.”

“That makes sense, I’ll show you to him,” You smiled at your old coworker and took another way to Ducky’s area.

The both of you chatted on the way down, catching up with how things differ since you worked there and a bit about your new workplace here.

“I really thought you would be Jeremy, the one who called me. I was a bit worried,” You laughed, walking into Autopsy with Carson as Ducky moved near you.

“Hello, dear, who’s this?” Ducky questioned, Jimmy moved near his boss.

“Hey, Ducky, this is Carson. Carson, this is Doctor Mallard. He is a old coworker of mine, Ducky,” You told the older man. “That’s Jimmy, he is Ducky’s assistant.”

Ducky began to explain how the man had died, pointing out various things on the body and even putting in a few past experiences of his own into the conversation.

Soon the four of you had heard the doors open, turning around to catch the view of your boyfriend entering into the room and moving to stand right in between you and Carson.

“I just want to hear some of the explanation myself, you can continue, Ducky,” Gibbs commented, all of your eyes turning back onto Ducky who was back to talking.

You felt a warm, larger hand travel to the middle of your back, a thumb softly pressing into the fabric that covered your skin. You turned your head slightly to make eye contact with Gibbs, but he just continued to stare forward ignoring it.

It was like a goosebump went up your spine, yet it wasn’t not encouraged. It was a bit of a energetic feeling, so you rejoiced in the innocent touch, a sign he was there.

Eventually, Ducky was done with his long explanation and you were back to heading upstairs with Carson and Gibbs to do more research regarding the deadman and cold case.

“So, Y/n, I was thinking we could go out to lunch or something soon to really catch up, outside of work,” Carson mentioned while you three were on the elevator ride up.

You were surprised at his somewhat boldness to announce this in front of your boss (and boyfriend), but he was always a very open person, kind and open.

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” You replied.

“We are busy most afternoons.” Gibbs added. “So, if you plan it at some ridiculous time don’t expect my agent to be able to make it.”

The doors soon chimed open and Carson quickly left, making a bee line straight to Lila. Gibbs let you leave first, placing another palm against your back to secretly lead you back to where the desks were, even though you knew where you were going.

———————

The rest of the day was spent with much more working diligently. You all had made some progress but not enough, and you could tell it was really getting to Gibbs. He dismissed everyone and told them to come back in the early hours in the morning.

Gibbs had told you that he was going to stay and work on this some more, so you told him you would stay as well and order some food. Once Carson had heard that, he decided that he would do the same.

A hour later, three burgers arrive and you hand them out to the two other men, soon taking a bite into yours. A bit of the condiment had spewed onto the corners of your mouth, but your hunger caught up with you, continuing to avoid the feeling for a moment and just eat.

Carson caught the look of your messiness, breaking off into a small laugh, and you joining, him then making a joke about how this used to be a regular for you. Gibbs got up from his seat with a napkin and bent over a bit to wipe it away from your mouth.

It was certainly a small gesture, but had caught you and Carson off guard, the both of you quieting. You just stared back at him while he continued to eat with a pride grin on his lips, looking over the papers.

It seemed like a blessing from the sky when Gibbs had finally connected the pieces. Everyone was called back in to look over what he found and to excite a plan on how to continue. You all were able to get the murderer into custody and with old evidence and Ducky’s help you were able to identify he was the killer. With Abby’s help you were able to put him at the scene where your old coworkers cold case took place.

It was a relieving feeling that the case was solved and over. It was easy to tell that your current coworkers were also happy with the fact that your old ones were leaving for good. Having unfamiliar people in a familiar place is always a weird feeling for everyone.

You watched as everyone packed up their things to head home from the tiring few days of work. Standing up, you grabbed your bag and moved to Gibbs desk, chatting with him until Carson came over.

“It was nice working with you again,” He commented, you turned around to face him.

“It was. We make a good team.”

“We really do. I was wondering about that, uh, date?”

“Hm,” That had slipped your mind, and almost did once more when you felt a brush of a hand against your bottom, turning around to make eyes at your boyfriend. “Sorry, I actually have a boyfriend. But if you mean the lunch date to catch up, then I’d love to.”

“The second one,” He nodded, his cheeks brightening a bit at the dejection but also confirmation.

“Great,” You grinned, writing down your phone number and handing it to him. “Talk soon, bye.”

“Goodbye.”

You watched as Carson entered the elevator and soon disappeared, the office area looking very empty with the lights darkened a bit and only you and Gibbs being in the area.

“Glad he’s gone,” Gibbs laughed.

“I figured,” You laughed alongside with him. “I could tell by your touchiness at work, are you trying to let everyone know?”

“If I was, I would do something bolder. Didn’t Ducky ever tell you I used to be like DiNozzo?”

“Yeah, that would be a interesting time to see.”

“I think if I was that same man, we might’ve had sex right o-”

“Let’s get home, now,” You both soon left the workplace, hand in hand, laughing along at stories of the younger Gibbs and his flirty persona.

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