#my mom should have just pierced second ones when i was a baby too

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Welcome to Parenthood

Summary: The new parents deal with their sick child for the first and have to call in some reinforcements, cue Grandma Carole.

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Daughter!Reader, Bradley Bradshaw x Daughter!Reader, Jake Seresin x Bradley Bradshaw, Nick Bradshaw x Carole Bradshaw, Maverick x Iceman

Warnings: fluff

Masterlist

Our Little Girl

The little Bradshaw-Seresin household was quiet of course it would be considering it was 3 AM. Bradley and Jake were asleep but could easily be woken at the drop of a pen, thanks to their Navy training. When suddenly a piercing cry woke from their, 11-month-old daughter which had them both wake with a start and had them rushing out of their room and into their baby girl's room. Bradley was already in the room and picking her up since he was the closest.

"It's ok honey. Daddy is here and so is Pops." Cue Jake coming into the room and stood in the doorway watching his husband bouncing their crying 11-month baby.

"Is she ok?" Jake asked with worry on his face. Bradley stopped bouncing and Jake came over to them both, putting a hand on Y/N's back. "She feels warm." He told his husband.

"I was just about to say that." He replied and stared at his husband who was looking at their daughter. "Thermometer is in the kitchen and maybe we can get her some juice." He said but didn't move. "Go ahead and I'll change her into something cooler." He said going to her chest of drawers and grabbing some cooler sleepwear. He changed her and went to join his husband. Y/N was still crying only to be soothed the first time Bradley picked her up.

"I got some apple juice and the thermometer." Jake said as Y/N started to cough and start to get snotty. "Maybe we should call your mom." Jake suggested feeling helpless.

"Let's just check her temperature and go from there." Bradley said and that is what they did. It was one of the ear thermometers and a 30-second one so it would be easier on her and less fuss. Jake put it in her ear they waited and 30 seconds later it beeped he took it out and it read 101°F. This worried the new parents. Jake put the thermometer down and rubbed her back and tried to take her but she just clung to Bradley they tried to offer her juice but she just buried her head in Bradley's neck. He sighed.

"I hate to call them at this hour but ok go ahead and call them." He said almost sounding defeated. Jake nodded and went and grabbed his phone and walked back downstairs where Bradley was bouncing Y/N.

Jake dialed Carole's number and she answered on the second ring.

"Hello?" A tired sleep riddled Carole answered the phone.

"Hey momma Carole." Jake said sounding a little tired but worried.

"Hey honey. What's going on?" She said in a calming voice and that's when Y/N decided to let out a wail. Bradley walked out of the room so they could talk "Is that Y/N/N? Is she ok?"

"No, she woke us up at 3 AM crying. Bradley picked her up and he said she felt warm and she does. He changed her into something cooler and brought her to the kitchen and took her temperature and it came back to 101°F. We offered her juice and she refused and she's just clinging to Bradley." He explained to her. "We don't know what to do and we're at a loss." He continued. Carole sighed.

"Bradley used to cling to Goose when he was sick nothing to be offered by." Jake went to defend but knew better and she was right. "You're both doing the right things. I'll be over in 10 minutes with some stuff."  Jake went to protest again but she cut him off knowing what was going to happen. "No point in telling me not to come over. I'll be over in 10. I love you all."

"We love you too." Jake said and ended the conversation.

Jake walked into the living room where Bradley was shushing their little girl, who had quieted down, while slowly bouncing. Exactly at 10 minutes, Carole walked into the house with a key that she had and into the living room.

"Hello, my dears!" She yelled but not at her full volume. Y/N sensing that her Grandma was there started to fuss again "Oh is that my sweet little girl?" She asked "Here give her to me." She said and made a grabbing motion.

"Good luck, mom. She wouldn't even go to her Pops." Bradley said and started the motion to hand her over. To their surprise, besides Carole, Y/N took one look at Carole and immediately went to her. Bradley's and Jake's mouth dropped open.

"Now Y/N/N. What's wrong with my little girl?" She asked and started to walk away from them and into the kitchen. She felt warm to the touch still. "Oh, Sweetheart. Want some juice?" She asked her and Y/N just sniffled. Carole picked up the apple juice that one of the boys put down and offered it to her. She took it just as Jake and Bradley walked into the kitchen.

"How? We tried that." Bradley asked from his spot leaning on the doorframe.

"You know how stubborn she is. She's your daughter after all." She laughed lightly which made Y/N pull the cup away from her and smile for the first time since she's been up. That made everyone smile and then she went back to drinking. She pulled away once it was all gone and handed it to Jake, who was the closest, and he gladly took it and cuddled into her Grandma for just a few seconds before she decided she wanted one of her father's. She made grabby hands to Jake and he immediately took her happy that she chose him and snuggled into him, a sign of her getting sleepy.

"You're a miracle worker you know that." Jake told his mother-in-law and she just smiled and waved them off.

"Nonsense, you both did everything right. Sometimes it just takes someone else in the family to tell her it's ok." She told them while still standing in the kitchen with the boys and the tiny baby girl. She started to move to the medicine cabinet "When she wakes up next give her some baby Tylenol. That'll help with her fever and keep offering her juice." She told them while handing Bradley the Tylenol and they both nodded. "Now that you all have it covered, you all won't need me for the rest of the night." She said getting ready to leave.

"What? No. Mom. We need you." Bradley said almost pleading while keeping his voice low.

"No, Honey you don't need me. You're both great parents. This is just part of parenthood, you'll get the hang of it." She told them while hugging her son and then went over to Jake and hugged him and Y/N, who was still sleeping, and rubbed her back. "You take good care of her boys. I'll check on you in the morning." She said and left the house before they could protest and said over her shoulder "Welcome to parenthood!" She said in a quietly yell and laughed while smiling as she closed the door.

Jake and Bradley looked at each other and decided that they would both take turns staying up with her. Bradley grabbed the Tylenol, her juice, and the thermometer and all three of them went into the nursery. When Jake tried to put Y/N in her crib her grip tightened on his shirt and she wouldn't let go so, he opted to take the rocking chair while Bradley sat on the floor against her dresser without much of an argument.

"You know what's going to happen right?" Jake said to Bradley in a low deep voice.

"She's going to get better and one or both of us is going to get sick? Yea, I've thought about it." He told him with a chuckle. "Where do you think she picked it up?" He asked his husband.

"More than likely daycare. There were a lot of kids out sick and ones that went home early when I went to pick her up." Jake told him.

It was true there was a mild case of the flu going around the daycare on base. So when a bunch of kids and teachers started to call in during the day the daycare decided just to end early for the day and get the kids out of the infected place. Although it was too late for some of the kids and they caught it, one being Y/N. Though she had not thrown up yet they knew it could be just a matter of time.

"Why don't you get some sleep? I'll be up with her and when she wakes up you can take her." Jake suggested to Bradley. Bradley nodded in agreement already feeling the tiredness coming back to him in full force. Jake grabbed the blanket off the rocking chair and threw it to him, which he caught, and Bradley got comfortable on the floor. He would be complaining that his back hurt in the morning but he didn't want to leave his little girl or husband alone.

Jake stayed up most of the early morning with her. He figured it was only fair to let Bradley sleep since Cyclone was going hard on him these past few days, he's also been teaching at Top Gun. Jake has been teaching too but he wasn't getting hounded on by higher-ups, Ice, Mav, Goose, and Slider are getting to the bottom of it.

Jake did sleep a little bit while he was holding her but each move she made woke him. She started to squirm and get unsettled and she started to sound congested. He looked down at her and she looked back up at him with her light amber eyes with the most pitiful look on her face.

"Oh, Sweets. I'm sorry you don't feel good." He told her and she just continued to look at him it was currently 4:04 AM. "Let's get some medicine in ya and some juice, how does that sound? Yea." He asked her and she made a noise that sounded congested. He slowly got up careful not to make noise or wake up his sleeping husband and father of his child. He got what he needed and then moved back away to his original spot. He measured out the right amount and gave it to her when the taste hit her tongue she started to throw a fit "Hey now, Sweets none of that. It'll make you feel better I promise." He pleaded with his 11-month-old baby, he looked over to Bradley who barely made a move and all that could be heard from him was his snoring, Y/N seemed to trust her Pops and stopped her crying and reduced it to sniffles as he handed her juice.

4:20 AM rolled around and as much as he hated to he had to wake Bradley up. Jake figured the best way to do so was for their baby girl to do it. He slowly and carefully got down on the ground and put Y/N by Bradley "Ok, Sweets. Wake daddy up." He told her quietly and that's what she did. At first Jake shook him to initially wake him up and he knew he was successful when his snoring came to a stop and then handed the rest over to Y/N. She giggled and started to push on him and Jake just smiled Bradley groaned so she went to his face and put her little hands on it and started to grab but gently and pull at his signature mustache. Jake was just smiling and sitting back being there in case she fell. Bradley slowly opened his eyes to see his little runny-nosed puffy-eyed daughter smiling looking a little sleepy at him and that made him smile.

"Hey there, Honey." He said in a gravelly voice that both Y/N and Jake loved. She giggled a little congested giggle. He sat up and took her in his arms. "Did she just get up?" He looked over at Jake for an answer.

"Yes and no. She was up several times during the night but I didn't have the heart to wake you up, especially with the work week you've been having." Jake told him and Bradley swore his heart melted. "I've given her a dose of Tylenol and some juice." He told Bradley and he just nodded.

"Have you checked her temperature?" He asked.

"No. Didn't get a chance to do so." Jake told him "This is the longest she's been awake and by the looks of it she's not going to be awake much longer." He told Bradley.

"Let's check her temperature and go from there." He said and slowly and carefully got up, his back already protesting and he winced. "Oh, my back. Sleeping on the floor was a bad idea but it was worth it for this sweet girl." Bradley said while stroking his daughter’s cheek.

"You think it's bad now. Just wait until she's older and we're back to sleeping on the floor." Jake laughed and winced already thinking of how it was going to be. Bradley did the same not looking forward to it.

Bradley turned around and grabbed the thermometer and turned it on as Jake got up as well. Bradley put the thermometer in her ear and waited for the beep and after 30 seconds it did, it read 98.1° "Good her temperature broke." Bradley sighed in relief and so did Jake. They both looked at their daughter when she let out a light congested snore and they both laughed.

"She gets that from you." Jake told Bradley and he laughed.

"No, she gets it from you." He retaliated with a laugh.

"She gets it from both of us." Jake said and Bradley agreed with that. Y/N was the perfect mixture of them both.

The little family of three went through their normal Thursday routine, instead of them both going to work they both took a sick day since they had several saved up for the year. Little Y/N slept on and off most of the day, normally her parents wouldn't let her do this but since she was sick they allowed it. Noon rolled around about the time she woke up and they got her to eat something and then she went back to sleep. Since Jake was up all morning with her Bradley made him go take a nap since he let him sleep. So it was just Bradley and Y/N. Seeing that the little girl was asleep, Bradley got some stuff for him and her and went and parked himself on the couch. His back was protesting and he needed something soft to rest on. Y/N snuggled into her dad to get in a more comfortable position and fell asleep. Bradley turned on the TV and turned it to low volume and switched it to a baseball game going on. It was in the middle of the game when his daughter woke up and he looked down because she moved.

"Hi, Honey. You're looking better than when you did this morning." He told her and he just smiled at him "Your Pops is sleeping for a bit so it's just the two of us." He continued and she giggled still sounding a little congested. She just looked up at her daddy and smiled most of her teeth are coming in now. It was about 2:00 PM when Bradley decided to wake Jake up because he knew that he wouldn't be able to go to sleep tonight. "What do you say we go wake Pops up?" Y/N giggled in agreement "Alright let's go." Bradley said to her.

They got up from the couch and headed upstairs to their bedroom. Bradley slowly opened the door to find Jake practically spread out starfished in the middle of the bed. Bradley walked over to the bed and put Y/N down and let her crawl over to her Pops.

She got to him and slowly stood up on her knees and put her hands on his face and open-mouthed kissed him. Jake rolled over to his side careful of her and took her in his arms and gently squeezed her as she giggled. He started to kiss her cheek and slowly opened his eyes.

"Hi, Sweets. Feeling better?" He asked and she giggled. Jake looked over to Bradley expecting him to answer.

"She just woke up. Still congested. But decided to wake you up so you weren't up all night." Bradley told his husband and his heart melted. Jake got up with her they walked into the living room where they spent the rest of the afternoon and part of the night until bedtime.

Carole called every now and then to check up on her granddaughter, and she knew she was feeling better when she heard her laughing in the background. She knew her boys had it under control.

Friday rolled around and Y/N was basically back to her normal self. She was playing and running around with the help of her parents. They kept everyone out of the household just so they wouldn't get sick. The Seresin-Bradshaw household was pretty much back to normal. Everyone slept through the night with the occasional check-up on Little Y/N. Jake opted to sleep in her room on the floor last night since Bradley slept on the floor the last time. He also complained about his back hurting but it was worth it.

On the third day, Saturday, Y/N started to feel better and came back around to her old self. Which her parents were glad for. They were also glad they could both sleep in their bed Friday night. They were just glad that they didn't have to take her to the hospital. It was a Saturday morning when all of them were sitting at the kitchen table with her in her high chair when Jake sneezed. Jake and Bradley looked at each other already preparing for the sickness that was going to be going around the little Bradshaw-Seresin household.

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Yawnetu by @sunandsstars

With her arrival in Awa’atlu, reader seeks to find a sanctuary for her family, one that she may find in two particular individuals

Neteyam & Ao’nung

He's Not So Bad by @biolumilunareclipse

your parents as well as the his had decided that you would be ao’nungs mate and the tsahìk of the metkayina clan. you were to be mated after you had both reached a certain point in your training. naturally, they suggested you help ao’nung and tsireya help teach the forest people your ways in your free time. this allows you to develope a close bond with the eldest son, neteyam, with whom you have plenty in common. as time passes and ao’nung becomes more accepting of them, he realizes they have plenty in common as well.

MCYT

Wilbur Soot

SIMP by @maarriiii

An internet interaction with a streamer leads you to a new friend.

Wilbur has been a thief for years. He pickpockets and snatches people's belongings and plays guitar on the streets for money, all to feed himself and his younger brother. They have nothing, they live purely by spite, but they endure. (Y/N) is the youngest daughter of the wealthy and powerful royal family that rules over Wilbur's land. She is expected to have just as grand of a future, but she still craves something more. When Wilbur and (Y/N)'s paths cross, they become intrigued by the contrast of their lifestyles- one given everything from the day they were born, and one fighting every day just to stay alive- and their fates are forever entwined.Wilbur has been a thief for years. He pickpockets and snatches people's belongings and plays guitar on the streets for money, all to feed himself and his younger brother. They have nothing, they live purely by spite, but they endure. (Y/N) is the youngest daughter of the wealthy and powerful royal family that rules over Wilbur's land. She is expected to have just as grand of a future, but she still craves something more. When Wilbur and (Y/N)'s paths cross, they become intrigued by the contrast of their lifestyles- one given everything from the day they were born, and one fighting every day just to stay alive- and their fates are forever entwined.Wilbur has been a thief for years. He pickpockets and snatches people's belongings and plays guitar on the streets for money, all to feed himself and his younger brother. They have nothing, they live purely by spite, but they endure. (Y/N) is the youngest daughter of the wealthy and powerful royal family that rules over Wilbur's land. She is expected to have just as grand of a future, but she still craves something more. When Wilbur and (Y/N)'s paths cross, they become intrigued by the contrast of their lifestyles- one given everything from the day they were born, and one fighting every day just to stay alive- and their fates are forever entwined.

Unfinished Symphonies: A Tale of Star-Crossed Lovers. by @lyssys

#stranger things #marvel #harry potter #young sheldon #the big bang theory #marauders era #avatar #avatar 2 #atwow #mcyt wilbur #mcyt #hellfire club #hellfire stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things imagine #wilbur soot #marvel imagine #marauders #marauders imagine #avatar imagine #stranger things fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #mcu #marauders fanfiction #avatar fanfiction #mcyt fanfiction #young sheldon fanfiction

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tainted heart| (m)

Word: 6.4k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: angst, smut, slight fluff

Warnings: explicit sex scene, unprotected sex, oral sex, drug use, death, crying

a/n: its been a year i think...i wrote this hoping it will help me write more but I gave up at the end. hope you guys enjoy.

Jungkook knows he is attractive and can get any woman, so why is he hitting on ladies at the kids park instead of a club? Because mothers just hit differently. They are more desperate and wild in bed. Also he might have mommy issues but who doesn’t? Right now Jungkook is about to get a milfs phone number. “ Yeah, it’s hard being a single dad…but it's worth every second to see my baby boy smile.” Jungkook shrugs while holding Jihoon on his lap, caressing his hair.

“ Here kiddo go get some ice cream for me and this pretty lady”, Jungkook hands Jihoon a twenty dollar bill. Jihoon’s eyes sparkle at the sound of ice cream, quickly grabbing the money and running to the ice cream cart.

“ Yeah, it gets lonely sometimes. After Jihoon’s mom died, I’ve been very reluctant to talk to the women. I just don’t want my heart to be broken again,” Jungkook gives the woman a sad glance, eyes teary but not too much. ‘Damn I should be an actor,’ Jungkook thinks to himself.

Jungkook feels her hand on his thigh, and he smirks to himself. “ I can help you feel less lonely,” the woman scoots closer to him. Everything is going according to plan until he feels something smack the back of his head.

“ What the hell!” Jungkook yelps in pain and the woman next to him gasps.

“ Who are you ?” the woman asked the offender.

“ I’m his dead wife,” you say loudly. Jungkook turns his head back quickly looking up at you. There’s an angry look and he can’t help chuckle not able to take you seriously. The woman quickly apologizes in embarrassment to you and gives Jungkook a furious look, before running off with her kid. “ Do you have no shame in using my child as a wingman?” Jihoon runs towards you with a happy smile oblivious to what had happened. Ice cream all over his shirt and you give Jungkook a piercing look.

“ Shame? What is that?” Jungkook shrugs, still rubbing his neck. “ Well now I have to go to a different park since everyone saw that. This was my favorite pick up spot,” Jungkook fakes a pout.

“ I asked you to take care of Jihoon and you weren’t even watching him,” you roll your eyes. Wiping the sticky mess that's all over him. You kind of expected this from Jungkook though, so you can’t necessarily say this is all his fault.

“ I was watching him,” Jungkook looks at Jihoon covered in chocolate ice cream. He really was,but then he saw a pretty women and decided to hit on her. “ Where’s my ice cream, kid?” Jungkook notices that Jihoon doesn’t have more than one ice cream or his change.

“ I gave some to my friends,” Jihoon points at some kids who are enjoying their ice cream. You laugh when you see Jungkook give Jihoon a deadpan face. Jihoon smiles, showcasing his dimples to Jungkook, and runs off to his friends.

“Well what did you expect when your wingman is five year old?” You innocently shrug.

The house is quiet for once, Jihoon taking a nap and you are making dinner while there’s background noise from the tv. But that all comes to an end when Jungkook enters your house loudly. “ Smells good,” he says loudly, plopping himself on the chair watching you cook. He always comes for dinner and you always have a plate ready for him.

“ Jungkook, can you be useful for once and help me out by cutting this ?” you point to the vegetables on the cutting board. He sighs loudly but listens to your commands. He hands you the vegetables and watches as you stir fry it. His eyes staring at your wedding ring sparkling. “ Jihoon told me that Kira’s mom has a crush on you,” you chuckle telling Jungkook.

“ Who doesn’t have a crush on me?” Jungkook cockily says. Jungkook isn’t oblivious he notices the looks that he receives when he picks up Jihoon. Women twirling their hair and batting their eyelashes at him.

“ Me,” you laugh pushing him away so you can grab the plates. “ I guess my son is pretty good wingman…” you trail off. Putting the dinner on a plate. “ Maybe he should help me out .” You joke to yourself.

Jungkook grabs the plates and puts them on the table. “ You're never gonna get guys with that big ring you have.” Jungkook looks down on your hand. It still shines bright even after all what happened.

You twist your ring, fiddling around with it. “ I guess I’m not.” You shrug and walk away from the kitchen going off to wake up Jihoon.

Jungkook sighs to himself, mood drained. He goes to open the fridge and stares at the pictures on the fridge. He looks at the one from you guys in college. You’re kissing the dimpled guy on the cheek. And Jungkook is smiling at the camera holding a peace sign.

“ And then I was in an airplane but it turned out to be a dinosaur…” Jihoon explains his dream from his short nap and Jungkook’s thoughts are interrupted. “ Kookie!” Jungkook turns and smiles.

“ Hey Jihoon.” Jungkook ruffles Jihoon’s already messy hair. “Y/N, I’m going to go,” Jungkook grabs his stuff. And you look confused at his sudden departure. You place Jihoon on the chair and go after Jungkook who’s about to open the door. You know when something is wrong with him after spending many years with him.

“ What’s wrong ?” You look at Jungkook, tilting your head. “ Is everything alright?” You ask. Jungkook's face looks expressionless and you are trying to read him but it’s hard.

Jungkook shakes his head, “ I’m good, just tired.” He shouldn’t be here, he doesn’t belong here. He shouldn’t be enjoying having dinner with you and Jihoon. “ I’ll see you later,” Jungkook smiles and hates that you have a worried look on your face.

….

Jungkook just got out of the shower and started looking for clothes. He’s not surprised the woman is still naked in his bed. They always expect Jungkook to ask them out after having sex with them. “ I gotta go to my friend’s son's recital.” His tone sounds pushy because he wants her to hurry and leave.

“ If you wanted me gone you could’ve just told me,” she rolls her eyes quickly getting dressed. Jungkook sighs and continues to get dressed, styling his hair a bit. Trying to make a bit of an effort on how he looks today.

He makes it five minutes early and he spots you saving a chair for him. “ I thought you had other plans,” you move your purse from the chair allowing him to sit down. You look at Jungkook, noticing his hair pushed back showing off his thick eyebrows. He is also wearing nice slacks with a dress shirt. His arms showing off his tattoos, he look intimidating but he managed to get all of the other mothers attention.

“ Things ended early,” Jungkook holds the bouquet of flowers in his lap. “ You look really pretty ,” Jungkook looks at you. Only looking at you and no else. You're wearing a nice simple dress and small kitten heels nothing to extravagant but he thinks you look the best out of everyone here.

You smile, “ Thank you, Jungkook. Might think you are hitting on me with that look you are giving me,” you joke around. You look towards the stage, getting your phone ready to take pictures of Jihoon.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything and stares at your side profile for a couple more seconds before looking at the stage. The play goes by smoothly for a kindergarten play. Kids forgetting their lines and Jungkook thinks Jihoon is the best one even if he missed a couple words.

“ That was so good!” You kneel down and hugging Jihoon. You pick up Jihoon carrying him in your arms. “ Look at these flowers that Jungkook got you.”

Jungkook hands the bouquet to Jihoon. “ Thank you Kookie!” Jihoon grabs the flower, hugging it close to his chest. “ Can we get ice cream ?” He ask Jungkook, tilting his head to the side.

Jungkook laughs tussles Jihoon’s hair, “ That’s all you want me for, huh?”

After three scoops of ice cream, Jihoon is passed out in your arms.

“ I can’t believe he’s five. I think he’s growing up too fast,” you look down to Jihoon. Smiling softly at him. His hair is covering his eyes so you move them.

“ Yeah, I remember Jihoon throwing up on me while I was burping him.” Jungkook almost wants to throw up at the memory.

You laugh lightly at his comment before becoming serious.“ Thank you, Jungkook.” You give him a sincere smile.

“ Yeah no problem. The ice cream wasn’t that expensive.” Jungkook shrugs taking another bite of ice cream.

“ No, I mean for helping me. You know with Jihoon and everything. I seriously don’t know what I would do without you.” You look up at him and his doe eyes quickly looks away rubbing his neck. Maybe uncomfortable with the sudden gratitude. “ Since Namjoon-”

“ Yeah, it’s no problem,” Jungkook interrupts you and gives you a half smile.

He does this a lot when Namjoon’s name is mentioned or any indication of him, he switches the conversation. You don’t say anything, you think that he probably doesn’t want to get a reminder that his best friend is dead.

“ So do you have Kira’s moms number?” Jungkook cockly smiles, reverting to his old self. You laugh shaking your head.

***

Jungkook punches your passcode opening your front door. He looks around expecting Jihoon to playing with his toys or watching tv. It’s oddly quiet. “ Y/N,” he calls out for you. He doesn’t get a response but he knows your here since you shot him a message to hang out. He sits on the couch browsing channels.

“ Sorry, I took a shower.” You apologize plopping yourself on the couch. Earlier today you dropped Jihoon at his grandparents because they claim that they don’t see him enough and that you should have some time for yourself. “ I have weed” you look at Jungkook. He smiles widely.

“ Wait where’s Jihoon?” Jungkook says looking around. He doesn’t want Jihoon to get fucked up lungs because of them.

You perk up, “ With his grandparents. So wanna get high?” Your coworker hooked you up and you thought what the hell you haven’t smoked in awhile.

“ Hell yeah,” Jungkook says already grabbing the blunt from you that you were hiding in your hand. You laugh as he eagerly lights it and takes a hit. You grab it and take a couple hits coughing a little because it’s been awhile. There’s SpongeBob playing in the background and you feel yourself consume in it after about fifteen minutes.

“ Namjoon’s parents are telling me that I should be getting remarried and have a father figure for Jihoon.” You sigh at your ex in law’s conservative views. You hands draw patterns at the couch.

“ Hmm, what did you tell them?” Jungkook head turns staring at you. He notices your shoulders are slumped and fingers are tracing little circles.

“ Told them I’m happy to raise Jihoon as a single parent and he doesn’t need a father figure in his life,” you smile. Tossing your head back you exhale loudly. “ But now I’m just thinking what if I’m doing all of this wrong. Would Namjoon be proud of my parenting? He was always the better one and smartest one in the relationship.”

“ Namjoon would be proud. Namjoon is always proud on what you do. Your raising Jihoon to be a good kid. And he looks up to you. You know Jihoon told me that he if had to be any superhero it would be you.” Jungkook rambles and he notices your smile growing. “ I asked Jihoon why and he said because you make the best food, super smart, and nice.”

“ Really?” Your eyes gleam, now wanting to hug your baby Jihoon.

“ Yeah and then I told him that Iron Man is OP.” Jungkook laughs. And roll your eyes playfully hitting his arm but laughing at the end.

“ Can’t take anything serious,” you playfully state to Jungkook. “ Remember in college you ate the carrot cake I baked for Namjoons birthday. And there was a huge chunk missing in the middle of the cake. ” The weed is taking effect and making you reminisce in your college years.

“ Yeah the middle of the cake is the best part. I didn’t know it was his birthday cake,” Jungkook chuckles.

“ It literally said happy birthday” you laugh loudly. You were really upset at that time. You seriously thought Jungkook hated you and was purposely trying to ruin your relationship with Namjoon.

To be honest Jungkook was high and had the munchies and saw a cake so he ate it without a second thought. Jungkook remembers you crying because this was the first birthday you were celebrating with Namjoon. Namjoon had to console you kissing your cheeks telling it’s fine and the cake would taste good no matter what.

“ You know I always thought you hated me in college.” You turn your head looking at Jungkook. His eyes meet yours and you stare into them. “ You were always so mean to me. When Namjoon introduced me to you and you wouldn’t even try to talk to me or look at me.” Jungkook was two years younger and you he had a standoff attitude. But he was Namjoons best friend since elementary so you wanted to be in good terms with him.

“ Sorry, I was bit of a brat.” Jungkook eyes downcast. “ I never hated you though,” Jungkook says quietly. He wants to say more but he doesn’t think it’s a bright idea.

Your heart makes a weird flutter and you move your head closer. There’s a small mole under his lip that you barely notice. You touch it. Jungkook eyes widen and you quickly retract it. “ Never notice you had a mole there.” You whisper.

Jungkook carefully takes your hand taking your finger and placing it on the side of his nose bridge. “ I have another one right here.” You touch the faint beauty mark. He brings his hand lower to his neck. “ And right here,” he whispers.

You notice that mole before but your finger caress it like you never seen a day in your life. You feel his breathing rise up and down. Your hand caress up to his nape fingers intertwine into his hair. It’s soft, his skin, his hair, his eyes. His lips? Just a small kiss, wouldn’t hurt. You lean closer kissing his lips. His breath hitches but he welcomes it tilting his slightly head to the side.

You pull back and look at his face. His eyes flutter and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “ Are you okay with this?” You ask hand still on his nape. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. There’s some silence and you are about to pull your hand off. But he stops you.

“ Yeah.” Jungkook hand places your hand back on his neck and pulls you closer. His lips immediately brushing against yours. And your lips part inviting him to kiss you more. His tongue traces yours slowly making out with you. Your breathing becomes heavier and you pull away and kiss his mole on his nose, under his lip, and slowly make it down to his neck kissing the mole there. He lightly moans and your eyes widen at the lewd noise. You didn’t expect him to be so responsive.

His hands are on the couch, clenching in a fist. You make your way back up to face him. “ You can touch me,” you grab his hands and place them on your hips. He looks at you with a different gaze. And he lifts you easily up so your on his lap. It feels more comfortable. His lips return to yours and get lost in the kiss, getting more and more heated. His hands move to your shirt tugging at the end. You lift your arms helping him remove it. His eyes look at your breast and the bra that is stupidly cover them. His lips kissing the top of your breast and your hand pushes his head in more. He chuckle and pulls the cups down and kisses your around your nipple before sucking on it.

“ Jungkook,” you gasp. The pleasure becoming more apparent. He does with the other nipple. And your hand removes the bra so he has more access.

“ Aren’t you needy?” He finally speaks. His voice in deep whisper. His lips hand grasp the other boob while his tongue toys with your nipple. Your hips move on its on trying to get some relief. He groans against your breast. His hard on getting more uncomfortable in his sweats and your moving against him, he might come like an amateur.

He feels you tugging his shirt and he pulls away and throws the shirt off. He takes a better look at you, your chest heavy breathing and there’s some shine on your nipple that he suckled on. He looks up to your face and looks at your lustful expression. Jungkook would have never thought he would ever witness that expression and it turns him on even more.

“ You are so pretty,” Jungkook says out loud without thinking. Your cheeks flush and you lean down to kiss him again. He likes the way you kiss it’s so passionate and slow. He’s never experienced this, he always experienced the fast and messy make outs.

He feels you move down once again. His eyes looking at the top of your head as you kissing his chest carefully, down to the top of his belly. Now your on the floor and look up at him as you pull his pants and boxers down. He thinks you look like an angel despite the sinful thing you are about to do. Jungkook takes a deep breath and watches you grab his hard cock. You kiss the tip before taking a lick and Jungkook moans your name quietly.

You go down on him licking fat stripes on the side of his cock. Making it all wet and nice, you finally take him in your mouth and his thick cock is making you gag. Your hand moves up and down on the cock. His moaning and heavy breathing is turning you on. Seeing him like this is new and you like the way you get to pleasure him.

Jungkook looks at you and almost comes not because of the blowjob but because it’s you who’s giving you a blowjob.

He watches your lips shine with spit, and your small hands moving up and down. He looks at your hand, the hand with a ring on it. The ring that shines so brightly. It’s reminding him of something he is not supposed to be doing.

He tugs you up quickly and you gasp at the sudden movement. “ Its okay you can pretend I’m him,” Jungkook whispers. Pushing you down so your back in on the couch his hands take off your shorts and panties.

You are confused by his statement and his sudden mood change. “ What are you-“ you are about to question him but Jungkook is already down kissing the inside of your thighs. You toss your head back at the scene, never imagining that Jungkook would have his head between your thighs.

You can feel the wet kisses getting closer and closer to where you need him. Then you feel the final kiss on your clit. Your hips shy away in excitement, backing away from his mouth, and you giggle softly. “Sorry, it’s been awhile.” You look down, his eyes are darker no longer holding the naive doe eye look.

Jungkook wants to ask when’s the last time someone’s gone down on you, but he doesn’t want to cross a line. He hasn’t seen or heard you hooked up with people since Namjoon’s death. So maybe this is why you are sensitive and begging for more. “ I always wondered what you tasted like.” Jungkook says more to himself but you hear him clearly. Jungkook thinks he should stop smoking weed with you, he ends spouting words like a leaky faucet.

“ Yeah?” You ask him with a raised eyebrow. Slightly thrown off but aroused at him statement. You wouldn’t have expected Jungkook to think that, then again you weren’t expecting this to happen right now.

Jungkook nods his head in agreement, his hair falling back in his eye and you push it back before he does. He gently brings your hand out of his soft hair, bringing it near his lips. He pecks the top of your hand, leaving wet kisses towards your delicate wrist, then kissing to the tip of your fingers. Jungkook looks into your eyes as he puts two of your fingers in his mouth.

His warm mouth sucks on your fingers and you moan softly at the sensation and the image of Jungkook sucking your fingers. His tongue goes between your fingers, spreading his spit around. You press your fingers down his tongue, and he groans as you press harder and more deeper down his tongue as if you were deep throating him. He holds your wrist tightly bobbing his head up and down. This experience is new and you can’t help but like it. He pulls your wrist down and you watch his saliva separate from his lips, and your fingers are wet. He places your fingers on your pussy, spreading them to a v-shape, allowing his to see more than he already has. Without a word Jungkook licks your wetness moaning at the taste.

You moan with him, as he enjoys himself between your legs. His mouth leaves open mouth kisses on your folds, then sucking on them. He lets a drool of spit trail down to your hole, and you clench desperately wanting to feel something inside. He hotly smiles watching your hole trying to gather his spit. “ Why haven’t you eaten me out before?” You jokingly yet seriously ask out loud.

“ Mmh, I thought of eating you out on the kitchen counter. The shorts you were wearing Monday morning hardly covered anything. I could see your ass and your pussy,” he says. He remembers visiting and eating breakfast with you and Jihoon. And as you were reaching up to get the syrup in the pantry he saw your shirt rise and your tiny shorts did nothing to cover your private parts. He choked on his pancake and looked away when you asked if he was okay.

Your eyes widen in surprise but not against the idea of him eating you out on the kitchen countertop. “ Maybe I should wear those shorts often,” you give him a teasing smile.

“Then I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from fucking you,” Jungkook. You are about to reply to him but he all words are lost when he stick his tongue in your hole. His tongue flicks inside of you. Your eyes roll back as he fingers expertly find your clit massaging it. His moans vibrate against your pussy, your thighs closing around his head eagerly trying to get more stimulation.

There’s tears in your eyes because of how good he is eating you out. And you expect him to get tired or rest like most guys do but he doesn’t. His fingers replace his tongue, as he enters two fingers into you, fingering you as he mouth quickly goes to your clit sucking on it never stopping stimulation for you. You open your legs to see him again, his eyebrow furrowed and eyes closed like he is savoring his favorite meal. Fuck, now you can never look at him eating his favorite meal the same.

Your walls clench and feel your stomach unraveling and without warning you come hard against his mouth and fingers. Your back arching off the couch and your hand tightens against his hair tugging harshly. He continues eating you out slowly this time, mouth plopping off your clit, now licking at your folds. The overwhelming pleasure makes you want him to continue on but you need him somewhere else. Both hands tug Jungkook’s head towards your face. His mouth covered in your wetness and you lick from his chin to his lips tasting yourself on him. He softly calls your name before kissing you. His tongue dancing against yours you pant against him still feeling the after effects of you coming.

He kisses your neck, he smells the faint lavender body. You toss your head back wanting to feel more. “ Jungkook I need you.” You moan at the end when his finger curl inside you. “ Please fuck me.” You whine desperately grabbing his head to kiss him.

Jungkook nods he looks into his pocket and he groans when he doesn’t find any. He didn’t know he was going to have sex with you so of course he didn’t bring a condom. “ What’s wrong?” He hears your soft voice and makes him want to slap himself because this is probably the only time he is ever going to have you like this.

“ I don’t have a condom,” he sits up. “ I’ll run to the store real quick,” he kisses your cheek about to put his clothes on.

“ You’re clean right ? “ you ask. “ I’m on birth control because of my heavy menstrual cycle” You rub Jungkook’s arm.

“ Yeah I’m clean I always wear protection and I get tested regularly. I have proof if you want to see it,” Jungkook looks at you.

You shake your head, “ I trust you. Are you comfortable without using a condom?” You ask.

“ Yeah, I’ll pull out just in case,” Jungkook nods. You smile and nod, bringing him down to kiss you once more. He rubs the tip of his cock against your clit and you sigh into the kiss. He does it couple more times to tease you and he finally enters you.

There’s a slight pain because of his length and you claw at his shoulder. He doesn’t move, kissing your cheeks and his hand massages your clit, making the pain slowly leave. “ You can start moving,” you say.

Jungkook slowly thrust and he feels like he is in heaven. He likes the way it’s feels to have you wrap around him with nothing separating you. He groans as you meet his thrust. “ It feels good,” you whine meeting Jungkook’s eyes.

“ Yeah?” Jungkook ask biting his bottom lip. You are really tight and he feels like a virgin all over again. “ Do you like me fucking you right here?�� He thrust harder and his hand feels the slight bulge in your stomach.

You nod your head dumbly, “ Yeah, you are so deep,” you cry out loud. His thrust get more deeper and your legs wrap around him urging him for more. The pleasure is so overwhelming, you haven’t had sex since Jihoon was born and your body floating in ecstasy.

“ Fuck, Y/N” he looks at your boobs bouncing up and down with each thrust. And you eyes looking lustily into his. He can die right now and it would be okay because he experienced this with you. “ I’m close,” Jungkook says. Normally he could go longer but something is different today.

“ I’m close too,” you moan. Leaning up to kiss his lips. His thrust get quicker and his fingers go down your clit helping you come first. “ Jungkook!” You cry out your head falling backwards, as you moan with each thrusts.

Jungkook want to keep that image in his head forever along with you meaning his name. He feels your walls tighten and he quickly pulls out and pumps himself all over your stomach. His breathing calms down and he looks at you still trying to catch your breath. Your eyes closed and your arms sprawled like a starfish. He grabs his shirt wiping his come off your stomach and cleaning you up. Your eyes finally open slowly, and see Jungkook wearing his sweats and boxers on.

You guys exchange looks without saying anything. Jungkook doesn’t know what to say. Does he just goes home or spend the night on the couch? He is gonna have to go home shirtless since he doesn’t want to wear come covered shirt. Or he can wash it right now and then leave…

You notice that he looks spaced out, all lost in his thoughts.“ Jungkook?” You call him softly. He his tilts finally back to earth. “ Let’s go to my room, yeah?” You kiss his shoulder and he nods holding your hand as you walk to your bedroom. You are still naked and want to wash your body real quick. “ I’m going to use the shower real quick,” you kiss Jungkook on the cheek and he sits down on the bed. You go to your drawer and give him a shirt before heading to the bathroom.

Jungkook pulls the shirt over noticing it fits him just a little lose. It’s a mens shirt. It’s Namjoon’s shirt. He knows because this Namjoon’s favorite brand and he would always wear neutral colors. Jungkook feels sick. He lays his back down sighing loudly. He turns his head and sees a picture of you and Namjoon , Namjoon is kissing your cheek at the Han river. I shouldn’t be here, Namjoon should be here.

Jungkook hears you get out of the bathroom and he looks at you enter the bedroom and watches you dress into your sleeping clothes. “ I’m so tired,” you absentmindedly say as you enter your bed. Jungkook gets into the covers as well. “ Are you okay? You’ve been quite” you brush his hair. Jungkook is biting his lip.

“ Yeah, just tired,” Jungkook gives you a small smile. You don’t say anything because Jungkook closes his eyes and you think he wants to sleep. “ Goodnight, Y/N.” Jungkook feels you peck his lips and you whisper goodnight back. He wants to kiss you more but he knows he shouldn’t.

…

You wake up to an empty bed, there’s a slight stab to your heart but you didn’t expect Jungkook to cook you breakfast and wake you up with kisses. He probably left early morning not wanting to make things awkward. Doesn’t he also do that with his other hook ups? Damn, you are one of Jungkook’s one night stands, it leaves a sickening feeling in your stomach.

You go on with your day, waiting for a text from Jungkook. At the end of the day there is no notifications from him. Jihoon is back his grandparents and all of your attention is on your son. “ Do you still love daddy?” Jihoon ask while drawing a penguin. You drop your crayon on the paper that you were drawing on.

“ I will always love your daddy,” you tell him with a smile. Namjoon’s always has a place in your heart and you wish he was still here but you don’t want to put that on your son.

“ Do you love me?” Jihoon ask giving you a cheeky smile his dimples peeking out. He looks more and more like Namjoon everyday. He continues to messily color a purple penguin.

You laugh tussling his hair, “ Of course! And I will always love you too.” You pick up the crayon coloring too.

“ And Kookie. You love Kookie too?” Jihoon ask while adding hearts to his drawing.

There’s some seconds of silence, you don’t know how to answer. Your mind and heart is confused so you decide to switch the topic.

…

It’s been three days since Jungkook contacted you. He’s been a mess at work constantly throwing away his designs away. His mind has been all over the place. As he drives up to his apartment he sees you by his door, he doesn’t see Jihoon. Should he drive away and ignore his problems? It would be easier but he would feel bad leaving you there standing in the cold.

He walks towards his door, nodding his head towards and you watch him pull his keys out and he unlocks it. He smells your perfume and he wants to die because his heart flutters at the scent. You follow him and he put his brief case on the table and he looks at you.

Jungkook’s eyes look tired, he pushes his hair back. There’s a slight hesitation before you talk, “ Are we okay ?” You ask.

“ Yeah, we just had sex. Nothing more than that,” he tells you shrugging his shoulder. “Were you expecting roses or something?” He is trying to put up a wall, the way he used to act in college.

You give him a puzzled look at his closed off attitude. Scoffing loudly, “ No but I wasn’t expecting you to act like an ass. Is this how you treat all your hook ups? I can see why you are not in a relationship.”

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, “ I’m not in relationship because I don’t want to be in one. Unlike you who can’t get in a relationship because you can’t get over h your dead husband,” Jungkook says. His stomach drops when he sees your face etched with pain.

Your heart hurts and you feel tears start to form. “ What the fuck is wrong with you ?” You look at him almost wanting to slap him. Why the hell was he being so mean to you.

Jungkook takes a step back, crossing his arms. “ Everything is wrong with me Y/N. Why’d you have sex with me?” Jungkook ask you frustrated.

You sigh in frustration, tired of Jungkook’s enigmatic responses. “ We both agreed to have sex. What now you don’t see me as a friend or human because you finally fucked me? “

“ No, I don’t. You are still Y/N” Jungkook says softly. “ My friend” he says even more softly.

You walk closer to him closing the gap touching his cheek. “ Then what’s wrong?” You want to try to understand him. Jungkook let’s you hold his cheek for brief second and then swatting your hand away. You hold your hand to your chest surprise by his actions.

Jungkook is disgusted with himself and it feels wrong to have him be touched by you. “ I fucked you Y/N. I fucked my best friends wife on their couch, then I went to sleep on their bed with his shirt on. That’s what wrong.” Jungkook looks at you and you look away sniffling, probably embarrassed of what you done.“ I shouldn’t be here, Y/N. I don’t deserve to be here. I killed Namjoon.” Jungkook starts crying and he messily wipes his tears.

There’s an ache in your chest from all these emotions. “ You didn’t kill him Jungkook. Namjoon died because of a drunk driver,” you explain to Jungkook.

Jungkook sighs and he shakes his head, “ He would’ve been alive if he didn’t come to pick me up from the bar.”

You remember Namjoon telling he got in an argument with Jungkook earlier that day, and he was worried and wanted to check on Jungkook. That was the last time you saw Namjoon.

“ I confessed to Namjoon that I like you. Namjoon wasn’t a dick about it, he was kind. I wanted him to get mad at me, his best friend, who has been in love with his wife since college. I wanted him to yell at me and ask ‘what the hell is wrong with you.’ But he didn’t he just smiled and hugged me, and the monster I am,…I pushed him away and got drunk.” Jungkook looks up and sees you looking at the ground tears streaming down your face. “ And three days ago I fucked his wife. I don’t deserve to be here. Namjoon was my best friend and I did all these things to him.”

There’s silence and Jungkook thinks it’s over, that this is the last time you’re ever going to see him. There isn’t going to be a next time he sees you and Jihoon. Then he feels you hug him and he completely breaks down because you are comforting him. He always has to be the one to be comforted but he accepts it.

“ Why are you being so hard on yourself? Don’t blame yourself. Namjoon wouldn’t want to see you like this…I don’t want to see you like this.” You pat his back and he cries louder. You cry with him, it’s always better to cry with someone.

“ I’m sorry Y/N.” Jungkook whimpers. “ I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for being in love with you.” Jungkook arms carefully and loosely wrap around you, scared that he might crush you.

You pull away looking at Jungkook. His eyes are puffy from the crying and his nose is runny. You wipe his tears with the sleeves of your sweater , “ Don’t apologize, Jungkook. You have nothing to apologize for,” you tell him.

…

There’s a change in yours and Jungkook’s friendship, even after a month you guys had sex. Maybe that’s why people advice other people not to fuck with the friends. Jungkook is acting differently, he doesn’t look to long into your eyes. Quickly adverting them when you make eye contact. Or when you touch him or go for a hug, he takes a step back, laughing awkwardly.

Like right now you are having him for dinner with Jihoon. Jihoon is talking to him about random things and Jungkook is fully invested in the conversation avoiding eye contact with you.

After dinner ends you put Jihoon to bed and walk back to the kitchen to see Jungkook cleaning the dishes. “ Thank you.” You lightly touch Jungkook’s back.

“ Yeah, it’s no problem. You invited me and cook all the time it’s the least I can do,” Jungkook shrugs. His eyes are focused on the dishes, washing them with swiftness.

“ Jungkook if I make you uncomfortable you can tell me. I can distant myself and you can still visit Jihoon…” you trail off.

Jungkook turns his head quickly, “ I’m not uncomfortable with you.” Jungkook confidently says. The water is still running but he is no longer focus on cleaning the dirty plates. “ I just feel embarrassed about you knowing how I feel about you. Like before you didn’t know and I could easily hide it but I feel so exposed right now.”

You smile and lean over to turn off the faucet. Jungkook wipes his wet hands on his jeans looking at you carefully. “ Jungkook can I tell you something?” He nods waiting patiently. “ I was scared to feel some sort of attraction for someone after Namjoon died. I felt like I was cheating on him and it was unfair for him. I was so scared when my heart fluttered for you when you helped me take care of Jihoon when he got really sick.”

Jungkook eyes widened, Jihoon got pneumonia when he was about four. He was really worried for the both of you, since you weren’t taking care of yourself and solely caring for Jihoon. So he stayed over and all night long he was carrying Jihoon and taking care of him. “ Y/N…” Jungkook calls your name but he doesn’t know how to respond to your small confession.

“ I like you, Jungkook.” You grab Jungkook’s hand, gently squeezing it. “ Is it wrong for me to like you?” It’s a rhetorical question you ask because you already know the answer. Leaning up you kiss Jungkook’s cheek. “ I don’t think it is,” you say as you shake your head.

Jungkook grabs your other hand and kisses your hand. “ I don’t think it’s wrong to love you either.”

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[mydemonsdrivealimo]

please tell me about all of jensen's piercings i wanna know all the deets (i.e., what kind of piercings/where they are, when/why he got them, etc.)

AH omg i love this question!!!! ill just go down the list of them in chronological order :) (and add some ive been meaning to)

lowest ear lobe piercings: hes had these ones pierced since he was like,, 3 or 4 (his dad got them done when he still lived in colombia). they were just regular studs, but now they're the ones he changes out most often (he keeps them either as studs or very small hoops for work, but if he goes out for anything he'll put on some fun ones)

second ear lobe piercings: he got those ones done when he was 17. he had wanted them for a while, and his foster mom offered to take him as a birthday present. liyah went with too because she was all excited for him :) these ones were also just regular studs, but now he switches them occasionally. usually he leaves in a pair of black studs though

helix piercing: he got this one at the same time as the next one. this one was honestly just him wanting another piercing asdfghjk. he got it was when he was 18, almost 19, and cyrus got a matching one :) the one he got was a stud but the second he could, he changed it for a hoop and has had that in since

eyebrow piercing: again, he got this one at the same time (this one was the actual reason he went, the helix was just bc he could asdfghjk). he had wanted this one for a few months and finally decided to go get it bc uhh,, why not

industrial piercing: got this one when he was 19. he was a little bit worried about it rejecting and/or getting infected, since it's pretty common, but he just stayed really on top of cleaning and protecting it so he was all good :) this one didn't have a reason, he just really liked it asdfghjk

nipple piercings: one of my personal favs <3 he got these when he was 20, like peak band era, mainly due to cy and liyah suggesting that he should. it was kind of a joke since he asked what his next piercing should be, but the second they said it he knew he had to. over the years he gets a few different kinds, including rings, star shaped, and heart shaped ones besides the original barbell ones he got

tongue piercing: he took a break from getting piercings for quite a few years. he had kinda always wanted a tongue piercing, so it felt right to start again w that in med school (he was 24 when he got it) (this was also around the time where he took out the eyebrow piercing, so he needed to replace it w something asdfghjk)

(around here was when he started leaning into tats instead, so he got most of his big ones between the tongue and the next piercing)

daith piercing: he gets this one his second year at edenbrook (same ear as the helix). he literally just wanted another one and he thought that one was cool asdfghjk. he started w the usual starter one and, when it healed, changed to a star-shaped one

conch piercing: he gets this one at the start of third year. he wanted another one on the ear w his industrial to balance it out, and since he was taking bryce to get his pierced anyway, he figured it was a good time to do it

septum piercing: he gets this one after passing his boards :) it's another one he's kinda always wanted, so it felt right to do it as a celebratory thing

stacked ear piercings: he gets these on the ear w the helix (about 2 years after third year, so around 31). they're just cute little baby ones and he leaves the black ones in. bryce goes with for this one as well bc he gets a little nose stud (but he changes it out for a ring occasionally)

@peonyblossom

#tysm for asking!! #jensen valentine #open heart mc #asks answers

[unknownking05]

Nothing Matters.

1988 - 1994 So. Let’s begin. I was born... A really tiny baby. Like every one else. But I was so small I could fit in the palm of my father’s hand. My mother carried me for 10 month’s... This should give an idea to how small I was. My Father died when I was 16.  I first met him in my earliest Memory when I was 13. Didn’t much have a father figure growing up. In fact I come to term’s with this at an early age. I’m not even sure why I’m even here. Some say I’m here Despite of God, Him / Her self. I can just as easily say That doesn’t matter to me. You’ll hear me say this allot... “Nothing matter’s to me” Cause what I’m about to say will change the perspective of life as we know it today.  It is 1/23/2023 at 2:36 AM.. I have Just watched a movie on Youtube called  The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Needless to say this put my life in perspective. To some who may not know I lived a extremely weird life. At the age of 3 no matter how no one believes it I had Suffered energy's that gave me brain damage for the rest of my life. Yes This is 1 reason why I’m mostly miss understood in conversation's no one like’s to have with me.  But it is the way it is.  My brother not even just a year or 2 younger then me laying in his crib one day had convection's.  His father not my own got up off his chair and went to see what was wrong. At This point he was my mom’s first husband and He came over to me and started Punching me in the head repeatedly thinking I was the cause of my lill brother’s health issue’s. Well... 2 day’s later My mom had gotten a divorce. We of course moved out cause my brother was suffering from a condition passed down from her side of the family. Given this fact I have just Gained one cause my family condition’s never went to me but to family member’s around me. What I had was not as Life threatening or anything of the sort but. Wait you’ll figure it out.   It’s gotten to the point where my mom felt lonely at this point 4 year’s later down the road.  This of course is my earliest memory cause I remember this as the first home I lived in before the divorce.  As it so happen’s I moved 18 time’s in my life that was only the 2 time’s I have so far. Cause After the divorce we moved twice. The third place I remember living at is where my mother met her second Husband. My Uncle Looked at our situation and asked us to move in with him and his wife.  His wife wasn’t what you would call a Fair lady at this point cause she was nothing but a woman filled with rage all day every day.  She of course did not want to share anything even after their marriage.  This will prove it to you! So After we moved in My second step dad “claimed” He had a daughter.  Children and Youth gave him visitation's for 2 year’s till he was finally able to have what you would call Full “Custody”. Now this was weird to me to hear cause before his marriage to my mother, He has admitted he was sterile his entire life.  Yeah I know what your thinking.... It’s been bugging the hell out of me too.  At this point in time I tried to point this out my Uncle has been trying to figure out after the add on’s to the house we were currently living in when he was going to start building his dream home. I was in Middle school at this time.  Now before we finish this part of the story I gotta admit something.

1995 - 1997

This is where I met a girl. Lovely. Smart. Talented. Yet she out of every one I went to school with seamed to of gotten who I was and where I came from. Of course I was shy every day I saw her but we did talk... At the time...  She had a Rose tattoo on her left ankle... A Tongue Piercing. And would alway’s wear adidas clothing.  And A Loving Singing voice.  Now I was able to predict when or when she would Not be in school for the span of 2 year’s I knew her... But The one day I had a Dream that my Vision's seamed to have leaked in and Yes this may seam freaky to you... But the next day this came true.  Coming down a Hallway from lunch and came to this class room we have together and she was sitting at a desk Crying... After that next day came It shocked me I couldn’t even speak... The same thing happened again... Same hallway to the same class room To the same issue at the same desk. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t ask her what was wrong even when I wanted to I needed to know why. But I couldn’t.  I was as depressed as she was for the first time I wanted to know what happen to her. First time being depressed I mean Before that I didn’t know what depression was but... Getting ahead of my self. After that day ON she never came back to school. The teacher’s or Staff would tell me what happen or where she even went.  It pissed me off to no end not getting any answer’s. 

1998 - 1999

My uncle at this time Built his dream home. The house we lived in wasn’t finished yet and we knew he would get around to it he just had allot on his plate already to deal with it in a hurry and so we spared him from asking him too and continued about the day.  How ever the one night we hung out at his place he and his wife got into this fight and she wished he would die... At that point we the kid’s were told to get up and get into the car cause we were heading home. I had school the next day so we had to go to bed early. Well we got a call back from the next morning apparently My uncle fell asleep behind the wheel that morning and I was about 13 at this time and... Oh I forgot to talk to you about my dad... Sill me. We’ll get to that story in a short while. I had to stay home for 3 week’s. Cause we were dealing with grief and the loss of a family member. My school understood. So I took the time needed to get by.  A few month’s went by and My aunt had sold my uncle’s truck... In case you didn’t know he had two vehicles at this time the Truck was for something else. He was driving his car he had the accident in. Now it’s gotten so bad My aunt hid my uncle’s will from the family and took all his Death Benefit's and kept the money for the truck and of course. We had the funeral but it didn’t stop there. She took our house too.  The bank had sold it to the next guy for 1 Dolor... My mom My Brother and I had to move again. So we stayed at a friend’s place for a while till we were able to get back on our Feet again.  Oh what happen to her second husband? Another divorce. Cause My Aunt after my uncle’s death Said something in court one day in regard’s to my Second step dad’s recent incident to this story that left him put in prison and my mom along with him.  Tell me if you think this is fare. My mom had to take my brother and I to counseling cause of our Recent Issue’s with each other cause all we ever do is fight. Brotherly love it’s suppose to be normal but my mom was told by children and youth to take us there every week. Now she has been for the 8 year’s we were there and while she was married to this guy and low and behold while we were watching my child hood friend’s at the same time He ******** the girl he claimed was his daughter. And one of my friend’s at the same time period. Now my friend’s couldn’t say anything cause he threatened there Live's. But even more put my mom’s name at risk cause she was suppose to be watching them. So My mother was investigated and When we got back on our feet again moving out of our friend’s place we Went into another town to another school Where the teacher’s and buss driver’s were really on edge and rude to every one even new comer's.  Not even a  Year went by and we got kicked out of the house My Brother and I get stuck in a Foster care for the second time and our Mom sent to prison. Child endangerment they said. I couldn’t understand it at the time so My other uncle spoke out and put us in his care for about 3 year’s. Not the jerk she was married too... Had a longer sentence. How ever he’s no where aloud to be near the town we lived in and my uncle lived in the next town over so we stayed with him for a while and had us put in a new school. 

2000 - 2002

Fun fact did you know a human body can endure so much before you can quite? Neither did I. So from 5 year’s of age to 13 I was a really pudgy kid. That all stopped when I moved in with this uncle of mine. He and My brother came up with an Idea every day after school I had to be out side doing activity’s or stay inside and do 2,000 to 4,000 sit up’s a day to play video game’s.  Well guess what... I did every single one of them every day for 3 year’s straight! Why? Oh you don’t know? I got skinnier! Hell My mom didn’t recognize me when we went to go visit her one day. Oh again getting ahead of my self.  2001 Still Living with my uncle. When I turned 16 My Dad past away at a double murder suicide incident. Not his fault of course but we learned that there were a certain level of Stupid in people that do this. Go into their X’s house and leave dead animals in their freezer! Yeah Grose I know. My dad was in bed with this lady who had that kind of ex and he found them there together and shot them both. No fault of my dad’s of course but the proceeded out side and done him self in after burning the place down. Next day I hear about it on the new’s I told my Uncle I was going out for a walk. 

1998

So Living with my uncle while he was adding Adison's to the house My mother thought it was a good idea to finally let me see my dad.  Of course my dad would stop in from time to time after word’s but the one weekend I went to spend a weekend at my pap’s My dad came over drunk 1 night and scared the crap out of my lill brother.  How? He wanted to spend the weekend their to sober up and sleep in my bed till I got back... Lill did he know his drunken sleep would cause him to have night terror’s and Punched the end of my bunk bed shouting screaming carrying on forced my lill brother to scream with him and my dad was forced to leave and never come back after that. So after getting back my Bed had 4 knuckle mark’s and my brother had a story to tell me when I got back. Then from there on was sad again cause I knew I was never going to see him again. 

2002 - 2003

Coming down the street from a side walk I was getting back home after a long ass walk from the park that I left from a walmart taking a shortcut home. I decided one day I was going to go on a bike ride and I got back to my uncle’s took my bike to the bike path and have my self a ride around the golf course. Mind you this path has 2 cut’s straight down the middle due to a high way confliction.  The intersection leading up to my house  to a left turn going towards the high school... Needless to say I passed it once that day an came around to head back home a guy on my left inside a truck motioned me to go on ahead. I did and 2 second’s later he tried stopping me as he got my attention when it was Far to late to stop a Lady in her car Smack’s Right into my in my Right side taking me off my bike over here car and flew to the other side of the street hitting my head off of a safety poll that stood up between the bike path.  Let me tell you how this Work’s... on each end of a bike path before the cross there are 3 poles on each side to stop a car from entering that path. I hit my head off those thing’s right when I landed.  I lost consciousness for 10 minutes before realizing there was a crowd of people surrounding me on the phone with 911...  1 Girl on the phone called me a woman or a ma’am while on the phone saying I needed an ambulance. UGH... Got to the hospital Cleared up my gender and told the officer’s I wasn’t pressing charges.... “Let me share what kind of guy my uncle was...” So at this point My uncle come’s in to pick me up from the hospital and he tell’s me how stupid I was for not pressing charges.  Was I really? If I did that I knew I wasn’t going to be the one with the money out of the deal cause he being my care taker since I was under the age to receive any check’s of my own he would of spent it on something stupid. So again... Was I? So My mom got out... I moved out of my uncle’s... Almost as thin as a tooth pick Just to pick up some lost whait along the way... Why? Do you really want me to keep doing 2000 to 4000 sit up’s a day? I didn’t think so.  So my mom dated this doush bag in town And before you knew it I had to move again. My Brother just got out of the army with a diss honorable discharge for reason’s not to be shared. Dated a Friend I went to school with before moving here and they both got together fine enough to be in this relationship so I figured... What DO I care... It’s not like I’m attractive any way so who cares. Well.. My mom and her boyfriend went back to my home town to fix up a place to move into cause after I finished High school they were going to move down their for a bit... Lill did they know it was going to be sooner then that cause 1 Fuck up could ruin our plan’s for good. My brother and his girlfriend told a friend of their’s they were going to watch her dog but went to the store and found a box of kitten’s behind it and thought it was a good idea to bring the box home.... NOPE let’s chose violence... So they got back put the box in the living room the dog got too nosy the cat’s didn’t like that and my brother for some stupid reason decided to sit in the middle of the living room floor to sharpen his manchette. You know what... I’ll let your imagination's take over from there...  So at 3 AM I had to call my mom to explain to her what happen... Cause obviously his girlfriend didn’t stay after that and she took the dog back to her friend’s house and stayed up there for the rest of the morning... My brother then got picked up and sent to Jail for 3 month’s and I had to go back to school that same day to pick up my transfer paper’s at the last minute to move that day.  I made a girl I fell in love with that year Cry cause I knew she was going to mi.... What? I didn’t tell you about her?  Apparently I wasn’t important enough to her any way so we’ll move on with the story.  Grabbed my transfer paper’s Went to the class room to say my good byes hugged kissed... And left...

2004 - 2005

Moved back into my home town  and this got really messy... Walked back into my school a day later handed them my transfer paper’s and signed some doc’s and before I knew it... My ex girlfriend walk’s right into the.... What I didn’t talk about her either? Back in 1994 I was 8 and I saved a girl from a car accident at school while she was chasing her ball out of the play ground and out into the middle of the street. Needless to say she was my first love in elementary cause this was the first vision I had my hole entire life.  Need I go on? OK So Remember that part in middle school? Well right after 7th grade I was forced to leave and come back in 1 year... I went to B-town Middle school to B-eagle Back to B-town and to state collage that year. Needless to say after my final move away every one thought I was dead.  So In middle school they told me the girl I was dating was dating my school bully  behind my back... Let’s say it continued on up to high school cause she came up from behind me and kissed me like nothing happened and I found out a day later she was still with the guy and he punched me for kissing her that day. What can I say... She can’t keep her hand’s off me. I’ll tell you this though she liked keeping me in a vulnerable place too. Cause we dated till graduation and I never saw her after that. ANY WAY getting ahead of my self...  My mom and this boyfriend of hers was getting into it back and forth cause of his drinking... He just got a dog after fixing this place up and it only took 1 nasty move to get this dog put down... It was the last straw. He tried to get the dog to bite her but instead I got in the ay and ended up getting bit so the police had him put down. I got kicked out of this place twice so you know what i’m dealing with. First time A friend of mine I went to school with before moving back here... was Hanging out with me at school and After when I lived at my own place. She got me kicked out cause she defied the roles of my house exceeding the visitor's limit's and made so much noise my mom got a call from my landlord and I got kicked out this day.  So I went back to my mom’s boyfriend’s house while she was still living there and we both got kicked out of there cause he can’t stand me getting in the middle of their shit. The girl and I don’t talk any more after that cause she burnt out my last nerve... You now know why.  So up the street from where I used to live I started drawing really good before grad and my final year their was when I graduated with the first love of my life. Who constantly cheated on me of course but I gave her the benefit of a doubt far to much. Which led to my downfall but lill on that later. My home room teacher noticed I liked this one show that was putting up a contest in 2005 and I decided one day I was going to lay it all out there and draw up some sketches and put them in a folder gave it to my teacher she scanned them in the library and I uploaded them to the website till 2 month’s later season 2 started I finally have a character of my own on TV.... I created a youtube channel that year... XWXDX.  Fell in love with a couple of fan’s just to have them do me wrong.  1 cheated on me after graduation and the other lived so far away she thought it was a Good idea to prank me and take my log in information to give to one of her friend’s to scrutinize me on the internet. No the video’s didn’t mean shit she just made pentise joke’s all over the channel it wasn’t funny...  I was unable to get my channel back and the channel went from 500+ sub’s down to 2... Created another one and People all over youtube started to doubt me.  It was then I decided to make a new channel. 

2010 - 2011

So this new channel had some down fall’s. I was going to do gaming video’s and vlog’s as far as I can remember. Started dating a friend’s sister for a while and thing’s got interesting. We had some Adventure’s.  We made some promise's to each other that Didn’t... Quiet hold up in today’s standards and we’ll get to that in a moment. Her mom didn’t like me and to show you how much she hated me I met my ex’s Older brother for the second time of my life we said high he asked me if I wanted a smoke of his joint I kindly turned it down then 3 day’s later my ex tell’s me her mom told him I rapped her.... Needless to say that was a lie cause she stuck with me the hole year and we ended up getting our own place. Well her mom gave her 2 key’s she made off her own 2 key’s and only gave me 1 key to the apartment door cause this was a duplex needing 2 key’s one for the front door and the apartment door up stairs. Don’t have to tell you that at this point she was pregnant at the time but her mom wouldn’t stop her BS... My ex at this point was given a book by her mother that was written by a none doctor at this point 70 year’s ago probably more now but again...  This was a very famous book even shown on “Look who’s Talking” before.  I told my ex she need’s to start listening to her doctor and take her prenatal vitamins to keep the baby healthy and stay away from paint fumes and litter box’s cause we had 2 cat’s at the time.  Well... She didn’t listen to her doctor or me at this point cause I got mad and went for a walk during our argument’s of privacy cause our bedroom door way had no door and her computer was right in our bedroom and her mom come’s in without knocking and I'm mostly just in my boxer’s in the morning before I get up so who was in the wrong here? Yeah you don’t need to say it to me I already know... So despite my best effort’s I come back as calm as ever looking for a door with the Building My ex got too close with and we got up stairs and No one told me about the living room tile and latter sitting out in the hall way and I’m suppost to guess that was for us and my Ex labled me lazy...  So from that night I got back up stairs my ex’s mom was in Our room talking too her whispering back and forth talking about kicking me out... Well needless to say I got kicked out... Came back the next day for my stuff and left the vlogging camera she wanted back left on the kitchen counter.  There was no more I could do at this point. 3 month’s later she had our baby she let my Baby killing cousin cut the cord OUR child and her mom come’s and get’s me 3 hours later.  Yeah My cousin is a Baby killer. Her 3rd child was thrown to the floor after birth and after that didn’t trust her with kid’s ever again so you understand my frustration at this point. After getting there I talked to the nurse I signed the birth certificate and Got to hold my son for the first time. I spent some time at the hospital after wards talking to my ex about not pressing for child support on me cause for the past year I been telling her that won’t work on me cause I’m on fixed income which is state money and The state does not do such thing’s... And I know the people she talk’s to giving her such idea’s like her mother and the maintenance guy cause he has kid’s and was told HE had to pay child support cause he was on SSI and SSD. I was just on SSI and Didn’t have a job tried for 2005 to 2010 looking for one but no one will higher me so I gave up my search and my ex didn’t want me as a stay at home dad and well...  1 Court hearing later we arrived before the judge and she was told the same thing I been telling her for over a year now and She was then told I was in No way shape or form to go to Jail cause I don't have a criminal Record no matter how much she talked. Nothing stopping me from seeing my own kid so Visitation's were advised and she was told to leave the room due to being aggravatingly annoying to the judge. Same judge that’s support to be a Feminist and side’s with the mother in most cases but at this point took my side cause I did nothing wrong. She then helped me set my kid up with a monthly paying program branched off my SSI to his SSA and  my visitation's started that year.

2012 - 2019

My ex wanted to start some shit but she knew she had to keep her slant's cause after that hearing the judge told me not to talk to her or her family ever again.  Y’know just to keep the peace. So I been doing good on that part accept I didn’t know I was support to contact the school about my son and his school activity’s.  He’s my only kid I didn’t know what to do at this point... I did how ever provide him with diaper’s when needed and toy’s to play with but she then turned around looked at my mom told her she didn’t want them cause they were probably from her any way... So I kept them to my self till visitation's cam around I’ll change his diaper when I can. Often allot cause the visit’s were 2 to 3 hours long and we extended them over period’s of time’s and As for my self Didn’t feel like over working them or putting them out of their way just to free up a room for us so the constant visit's we had at the max time we made the circumstances were quiet constant.  Their schedule as it seamed was stretched beyond their limit’s already so I didn’t wanna push it at the time. And with what the Judge told me I couldn’t have him at my house supervised cause his mom’s side of the family don’t trust my mom so... I had to deal with what I had.  Now as My boy was growing up before my very eye’s there was sign’s of complication’s showing and I told them what was going on and how it was happening they wouldn’t give me the benefit of a doubt Till this happened.  As my super visor was taking notes the head of the children and youth get’s those notes and then come’s to consider maybe I was telling the truth cause when he reached 5 year’s of age He didn’t wanna call me dad in fact since he was able to speak he never once wanted to talk to me and when he did it was always Hey this hey that. He just didn’t wanna acknowledge I was his dad.  That being said We had to deal with some constant tantrum’s till he was 9 and BOY did that make a big change...  Second Hearing. This time over the computer... My ex thought it was a good idea to stop my visitation's completely cause despite what CYS wanted to do She did not. 2019 pandemic struck my son was 9 year’s of age and I haven’t seen him in a year since the virus broke out... I told the judge why and she claim’s she was going to hold off till third hearing for the final judgment.  I was given 3 packet’s for permission for my ex to take him to Scotland and I wrote down my answer and why. Between that Time I was looking for some one to represent me in the 3rd hearing and every one said no cause the judge we had was going to side with the mother any way... Well to my knowledge She didn’t side with the mother in our first hearing and they still refused... So the justice system Fucked me on this one... Why? Cause the last guy I talked too signed it and faxed it over to the court house but it wasn’t registered under evidence.  

2020 - 2023

Court hearing came up and threw all her lies and red flag’s she was still given permission to move my son out of the country and into Scotland with her new family and I had lill to no say over any of it. Every one but me and my family was happy that day... Guess what... I’m still not happy.  My son is facing a great deal of Golict and I would of done what I could as a father to raise him right... in My generation our father’s had nothing to do with us growling up and day’s like today kid’s really need their father’s as a figure to teach thing thing’s and The judge should of considered that instead of looking threw the red flag’s and marking me as a Unfit parent when I did nothing wrong. CYS was even on the line and they Promised to stand up for me in court... They did no such thing. So They were to leave of August 11 2021 and they didn’t... I called the social security office to stop his check’s from going to her mom’s house cause he was leaving the country they told me he has to call in to cancel them but he’s not even old enough to know how to do that yet.  

Just a week or 2 ago I go out on my porch in 30 degree weather in sweat pant’s and a hoody with my phone and a cart waiting for my grandmother and mother to show up with groceries for me to bring up to the house. My son... Pass’s my house  June 11, 2023 3:27 PM after school with Long hair Flying in the wind Short’s and a T-shirt on gripping his back pack as he run’s past my porch.  Not Golect? That boy would of been No where near that description under my care and I'm not allowed to see or talk to him?

Monday Jan 23, 2023

.... I’m writing this all down now cause this is my life. This is what I had to live with.  This is my Curse... And Frankly... I don’t care any more... Believe me or not I only speak the truth. NOTHING BUT the truth... There is no God... God wouldn’t let this happen if he / she really existed... I don’t really care about the world any more... Every thing around me these day’s from this moment seam’s meaningless to me any more... I could be in the deepest darkest depression no one would care.... Since I could remember I always thought Suicide was pointless... Still do... If I lived or Not lived nothing would change or matter much to any one so what’s the use of thinking of such thing’s? What Am I going to do? Well I’m going to continue to exist till I exist no more... 50 or 70 year’s from now I could be in a wheel chair staring at a wall wondering the same thing’s I do today... Why? Cause I don’t care any more... Got no fuck’s to give... Nothing make’s no since to me any more... Nothing has a point to me any more... I’m just.... Done... Yeah I’m done... I give up on ever thing and every one... Can’t have friend’s... Can’t hold a relationship.... The only people I talk to these day’s are family any more... So what do I have to say about that....  I don’t care... I spent 11 Year’s on youtube just to have 22 subscriber’s and 11 fallower’s on my twitch channel cause I gotta start all over again and thing’s just proved to be meaningless any more... No one come’s to my stream’s to hang out and chat... No one rate’s my video’s or give’s them positive vibes...  What do I got to work forward to?  Nope... Just sit here vibbing the day away with smoke’s... A ice cold French vanilla coffee.. and a library of 144 + game’s in music in my library to play.  My brother’s and I will do just fine... I don’t need anything else... If my son some day come’s by and want’s to chat at least I’ll be here to lend an ear but till that day.... I’ll just sit here and just exist....  Just exist....  heh.... Exist.... 

Don’t mind the lack of grammar and the spelling is terrible I know... I just spent 4 to 5 hours writing all this down and using spell check and it just come’s to show how damaged my brain really is so I do the best I can with what I got so Don’t Comment about it cause it’s pointless  to me...  Have a nice day and Enjoy your selves.

[wikiangela]

911 5x18!!

spoilers!

God I'm so excited haha

jfc this is so stressful - I know Bobby's gonna be okay (bc he's Bobby) but like.... 😳

damn, Taylor fucked up and Buck blames himself... dude, just break up with her (I still lowkey like her as a character tho haha)

oh no... and Bobby is blaming himself for Jonah 😢😢 nooo..

aww Buck and Eddie fixing Eddie's wall 😍 "I'm the guy that always wants to fix everything"😭❤️

aww Bobby 😢 I already know this episode is gonna make me cry haha

yaaay Maddie's going back to work!!! I guess it makes sense since May's going to college, and we need one 'main' character there lol

also, can Madney please get back together (eventually) ???

oh jesus fucking christ why did they show this to me, I was eating 😂🤮 tbh all the wounds, blood, bones, all that I'm fine with - but any worms and such things are just... 🤢🤢🤮🤮 *cue Dee dry heaving gif 😂*

awww Karen's mom is getting married 😭😍love that ❤️

aw Karen 😭 and now I'm crying 😢💔

Maddie is back!!!! ❤️❤️ (btw I like her nose piercing so much, it makes me think about when I was 15 and wanted one but got talked out of it by my fam... should I get a nose piercing? it's so cute)

"Is this the part of our day where we share our opinions about each other's relationships?" 🤣🤣 I love them all so much 😂😂😂

"isn't that what we all want in a partner? knowing that they have your back?" omg Ravi yaaaas 👌 not to be too buddie-obsessed but... "you can have my back any day" 👀👀👀 (sns this was literally the first thing I thought of lmao)

oh my god this scene was so fucking funny 😂 and to end it with "when did you two kiss" 😂😂😂 I'm really glad Buck's not being weird about it anymore, and I agree with Chim sns - we like Lucy 😂 also, Buck, baby, you can't avoid your problems and hope they go away lol

oh no, Bobby's doubting himself as the captain nooo 😭

that poor pregnant woman... I hope she's okay (my mind immediately went to Annalise Keating when she lost her baby and now I wanna cry)

I love Buckley siblings talks so much ❤️

okay, Amari and Cole are making me fucking cry right now

oh, wow, the "sorry you're upset" 🙂😂

"just not together" oooh wow, I loved that, I'm so happy they broke up 😂 tbh I do like Taylor - not as a person maybe, but like, I really enjoy her character - but Buck and her just don't fit - I gotta be honest, I kind of shipped them more before they got together, when they were friends, and then when they got together it was meh 😂

Eddie came to see Bobby, can't wait for that convo, but gotta stop for a sec and just say: damn, Eddie looks fucking good 🥵

oh my god, that conversation was so good, and probably just what Bobby needed, loved it so much (also, when is Eddie coming back to the 118 c'mon)

oh wow, it's so good that Eddie came over when he did... 😳

awww Hen and Karen vow renewal 😭😭😭😍😍😍 they look so gorgeous 😍

and once again, Eddie looks so fucking good, I just 🥵

aww and Athena and Bobby are going on that honeymoon 😍

aaaaah Eddie's back at the 118!!!! the way I screamed omg 😂😂😂

okay, so

this was such a good episode, I loved every second of it (aside from the maggots, I could live without ever seeing that 🤢) I loved the Hen and Karen wedding, I loved how Eddie helped Bobby, and how Bobby's struggle was portrayed, and how Bucktaylor breakup was handled - especially that last scene when she gave him the key, and they seemed to separate on good terms more or less, and, of course, Maddie being back at the dispatch and Eddie at the 118 ❤️

it was so fucking good, I can't wait for season 6 - and I'm so excited that they got renewed yaaay ❤️❤️

#911 #911 fox #911 s5 spoilers #911 spoilers #911 finale #long post #thoughts while watching #spoilers

[100acre-w00d]

5/9/22

1) Was your last real relationship a mistake?

absolutely

2) Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

no

3) Who did you last say “I love you” to?

either my sister or makiah

4) Do you regret anything?

i guess not

5) Do you have nicknames? If so, what are they?

i don’t

6) Are you a boy or girl?

i'm a girl

7)Are you insecure?

about some things

8) What is your relationship status?

single

9) How do you want to die?

i just hope i don’t drown

10) What did you last eat?

chick fil a

11) Played any sports?

i used to cheer

12) Do you bite your nails?

i keep acrylics so i don’t

13) When was your last physical fight?

i don't fight

14) Do you have an attitude?

not right now

15) Do you like someone?

lol. no

16) What is your full name?

kara gray

17) Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

when i was younger, i’m sure

18) Do you hate anyone at the moment?

i mean if we had a purge i know where i’m headed first

19) Do you miss someone?

always

20) Have any pets?

daisy

21) How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

bored

22) Ever made out in the bathroom?

yes lmao

23) Are you scared of spiders?

they don’t bother me

24) Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

i’d have to force myself to not

25) Where was the last place you snogged someone?

snog. a car lol

26) What are your plans for this weekend?

houseboat!

27) Do you want to have kids? How many?

i would love to have one

28) Do you have piercings? How many?

9

29) Want any more?

nooo

30) What is/are your best subject(s)?

grammar

31) Do you miss anyone from your past?

yes

32) What are you craving right now?

i’m thirsty

33) Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

sadly

34) Have you ever been cheated on?

story of my...past

35) Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

lol yes

36) What should you be doing right now?

cleaning

37) What’s irritating you right now?

temp in here

38) Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurts?

haha yea

39) Does somebody love you?

i'd like to think so

40) What is your favourite color?

i don't really have a favorite

41) Milk chocolate or white chocolate?

white

42) Do you have trust issues?

i’m very naive

43) Mom’s name?

debra

44) Dad’s name?

jerry

45) Who/what was your last dream about?

i’ve been having super odd dreams lately

46) Longest relationship?

3 years

47) Do you believe your most recent ex thinks about you?

lmao yes

48) Who was the last person you cried in front of?

makiah

49) Do you give out second chances too easily?

yea i do

50) Is it easier to forgive or forget?

neither

51) Is this year the best year of your life?

nooo lol

52) How old were you when you had your first kiss?

like 14

53) Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

um no

54) Favourite food?

i’ve been really liking mexican food lately

55) Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

no

56) What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

watched hulu

57) Are you afraid of the dark?

sometimes but not really

58) Is cheating ever okay?

no?

59) Are you mean?

i can’t help it

60) How many people have you fist fought?

that’s a difficult question lol

61) Do you believe in true love?

yes

62) Favourite weather?

thunderstorms

63) Do you like the snow?

on occasion

64) Does it snow a lot where you live?

sometimes

65) Do you like the outdoors?

it’s okay

66) Are you currently bored?

kinda

67) Do you wanna get married?

i'd like to

68) Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

depends on who it is

69) Are you hungry?

not now

70) What makes you happy?

simple things

71) Would you change your name?

i like my first name

72) What’s your zodiac sign?

aquarius

73) Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

i would rather never do that again

74) Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

he likes boys

75) Do you have alot of friends?

3 best friends

76) Have you ever seen someone you knew & purposely avoided them?

all the time

77) Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

jordan

78) Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

phillip i guess 😂

79) Does it matter how your boyfriend/girlfriend looks?

unfortunately yea

80) Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

this guy named jake

81) Do you believe in soulmates?

no

82) Is there anyone you would die for?

yes

83) When is your birthday?

1/22/95

84) Are you easily embarrassed?

not as much anymore

85) Do you consider yourself a strong person emotionally?

sometimes :(

[ambrosiadarling]

i wanna get a nose piercing but i also want second piercings in my ears but i’m also afraid of needles

#literally #my mom should have just pierced second ones when i was a baby too #gotten it over with #i'm procrastinating can you tell #ambrosia is talking

[rogersevans]

Quarantine Wedding

Pairings: Chris Evans x Y/n Downey - Chris Evans x Y/n Evans

Warnings: just fluff, wedding (if they make you emotional), implied smut towards the end

Summary: Y/n never planned her dream wedding, but in their back garden, surrounded by their families, during a global pandemic seems pretty perfect to her. apart of the evans’ series.

Sunday mornings were Y/n’s and Chris’s favourite day of the week, the only time they got to stay in bed, tangled in the sheets and each other, going undisturbed from the outside world. Chris currently had Y/n lying between his legs, her back against his bare chest as he rested against the head of the bed.  

Y/n was absentmindedly playing with the engagement ring on her finger, something she had started to do since he put it on, twiddling it with her thumb.

Dodger was at their feet, on his back with his legs spread, snoring away.  

“We should get married.” Y/n mumbled like she was thinking something through in her mind, thumb still playing with the ring.

“We are...” Chris reminded her, placing a small kiss to her temple. “That’s what this is for.” Taking her small hand in his, holding it up to show off the ring as it glistened in the Sunday morning sun.  

“No,” she protested with a giggle, getting up onto her knees and wrapping the sheet around her naked body, turning to face her fiancé. “I mean sooner, like tomorrow.”  

“Tomorrow?”

“Or Thursday if you’re too busy.” Rolling her eyes playfully she scooted closer to him, now in his lap, the sheet now being held up by their bodies, closing the gap. Her hands finding his hair, raking her fingers through it and massaging his scalp. “I want to be Mrs Evans, I want to get married in our back garden, with our families... No one else.” Chris hummed in agreement, letting his hands fall to her hips.  

“You don’t want a big wedding?” Licking his lips, his eyes now open and focused on every detail of her, the small freckle that sat just above the curve of her right breast, the thin chain that sat around her neck with a small diamond C resting in the centre he’d bought her on their second anniversary, the butt dimpled in her chin, something she hated but another thing he adored.  

Truthfully, she didn’t, she never envisioned herself surrounded by 300 people as she said ‘I do’, she just wanted a small, intimate wedding, less than 30 people.  

The pair had been engaged for five months and the pandemic had haltered all of their plans to celebrate, they had various zoom celebrations with their families and friends and when they were allowed to travel back home their hallway was filled with presents and balloons.  

They had managed to keep the news out of the press, wanting to bask in the newness of their engagement privately, it had been blissful but Y/n was becoming impatient.  

Silently shaking her head, she dipped her head her lips just a whisper away from Chris’s, “I just want you, as my husband.” She whispered making Chris’s entire body shiver, and in one swift movement Y/n is on her back with Chris lying on his side next to her, propped up on his elbow and tracing shapes on her are stomach.

She doesn’t stop herself from reaching up and cupping his cheek, booping his nose with her thumb, making them both giggle and then running her fingers over his beard, one her favourite features of her fiancé the way it feels against her skin makes her feel alive.  

“Tomorrow.” Was all he replied with, letting his lips fall down to her nose.  

After another hour of being tangled up in one another, the room filled with her soft moans and Chris made love to her, turned on at the thought of her becoming his wife tomorrow. They started organising everything, never leaving the bed unless it was for Dodger, food or toilet breaks.  

They had delivered the news to their families and the cheers or screams (Carly and Shanna) we’re piercing, even though the speaker of their phones.  

Chris booked flights for his family to be able to attend, they were getting in at around 10pm that night. Y/n demanded that everyone be tested before they stepped foot in their home, so she arranged for someone to come out and test everyone. Y/n’s family were due to arrive tomorrow morning, the nerves bubbled in the pit of her stomach at the thought of her mom and dad being in the same room again, something she hadn’t experienced in years.  

“Baby, it’ll be fine.” Giving a chaste kiss to her knuckles, “we’re getting married tomorrow.” He mumbled against them, his voice raspy and tired after a long day of planning, all doubt or anxiety about her parents leaving her body just from his touch, his words settled her completely.  

“I can’t wait to be your wife.” Standing to her tiptoes she nudged her nose with his, their gaze still looked before her eyes fluttered shut, breathing him in and relishing in the moment before his lips found hers.  

“What are you going to do about a dress?” Scott asked in a hushed tone, not wanting Chris to hear their conversation, closing the door to their bedroom behind him.  

The house was extremely busy downstairs with everyone completing last minute preparations so Scott and Y/n had snuck away for a quiet moment to get ready, knowing Y/n didn’t function when stressed. He could tell she wanted nothing more than to have Chris at her side, one didn’t move without the other.

But Scott demanded, as the self appointed best man/man of honour, that they be apart for the night before and the day of, still up-keeping some form of tradition.

Unknowingly to Scott, Chris had snuck back into their bedroom last night when everyone was asleep, not wanting to be away from one another with the excitement of the next day bubbling. 

Like children on Christmas Eve.  

The busyness of the day had helped keep them both distracted, not giving them much time to sneak off for a moment of privacy. 

“I bought something a few months ago, thinking ahead.” Y/n rummaged through her and Chris’s shared walk-in closet, plucking a black garment bag which was hidden at the very back.  

Unzipping the bag, Y/n revealed the white, embroidered, floor length cami wedding dress. Scott couldn’t contain his gasp as he softly took the dress in his hands, admiring it silently.  

“Where did you find this?” His eyes not leaving the dress, his fingers running over the patterns.

“ASOS,” she started. “I saw it on there and had to have it, I’m going to wear it with these...” Trailing off as she bent down to pick up her pair of all white, high-topped converses, now beaming from ear to ear.

“You’re joking right?”

“Heels aren’t me,” shrugging her shoulders she took the dress from Scott and disappeared into the en-suite to get ready.  

“What about rings?” Scott asked on the other side of the door, he was sitting on the edge of the bed go through the checklist he had created in his mind.

“I think Chris has that sorted.” Was all she replied too focused on not damaging the dress as she slipped it on carefully, not hearing when Scott said something about checking on the decorations and leaving. 

After ten minutes Y/n stepped out of the bathroom to show Scott, her hair now falling freely over her shoulders and the slightest bit of make-up, the dress hugged her figure perfectly as the flowed around her.  

“Wow.” Chris’s voice sounded, making her jump back behind the bathroom door, shutting it, hoping he didn’t see too much. “Baby, what’re you doing?” Walking over to the bathroom door, trying to push it open.

“I thought you were Scott. You’re not supposed to see me!” Y/n cried from behind the door.

“I don’t care, we’re getting married during a pandemic, in our back garden with less than twenty people... So, I think the traditions are out the window.” His hand still on the door knob, letting a breathy chuckle out. “C’mon gorgeous, I wanna see you.” He attempted to persuade her.

Slowly the door started to open to reveal Y/n stood there, holding either side of her dress as she twirled for Chris, giggling as she did.

Well fuck, the sight made Chris’s heart swell, his palms became sweaty as his eyes trailed over her, drinking in her appearance, his smile never leaving his lips.  

Y/n took the opportunity to take in her fiancé's appearance, he was currently in black dress pants, a white shirt tucked into his pants with the top few buttons undone, and a tie hanging around his neck, untied. Her breath hitched in her throat at the sight, butterflies erupting in her stomach.

“Was gonna ask you to do my tie...” He choked out, his eyes now meeting hers.  

Without word she took a step forward and began fastening the last few buttons before making work of his tie, his hands found her hips, rubbing small circles with his thumbs as he watched her intently.  

“You look...” He started, but was cut off by Y/n.

“Handsome, you look insanely handsome. I’m lucky you’re about to become my husband.” Her eyes still fixated on the tie, her tongue dragging across her bottom lip as she concentrated. Once satisfied her fingers smoothed out his collar and tie. “Now go, before Scott sees you in here. Anyone would think he’s the one getting married.” Both chuckling softly.  

With her command Chris didn’t move away, just one step closer to her, closing the gap between them, his hands now cupping her cheeks, both looking into each other's eyes for a few seconds before he dipped his head down to kiss her.  

This kiss wasn’t like all the others he had sneaked in the past twenty four hours, it was different.

Y/n’s mind casting back to the night Chris told her he loved her for the first time, the kiss matching that. It was filled with adoration, passion and love, making her stomach do flips and her heart hammer against her chest.  

“Go,” Y/n mumbled against his lips after a few seconds, pushing his abdomen. “I’ll see you down there handsome.” Giving her one last kiss before walking away, leaving her now by herself as she jumped up and down in their bathroom, the tiniest squeal leaving her lips.  

The next half an hour rushed by so quickly, now the pair were stood at the bottom of their garden in front of their families, their garden littered with fairy lights hung above them, their families stood watching proudly. 

It was simple and perfect, no fuss. 

Scott was ordaining the ceremony something Chris and Y/n weren’t aware he could do until last night. Too scared to know the reason why he decided to become an ordained minister, “you never know when you might need it” was all he said. 

“Y/n,” Chris started, his hands shaking a little. “I can’t imagine my life without you, since you came barging into it 22 years ago. From the very first day of filming back in 2011, I knew you were it for me, even if I didn’t know it.” That caused everyone to laugh, “I love how you’re always there by my side, how you always tie my tie... Even if I know how to do it myself.” Y/n gasped shocked at his admission, laughing along with everyone. “At first it was a tactic to be near you, but the look of concentration you have every time, drives me crazy.” He laughed as she shook her head, beaming from ear to ear. “You make me the happiest man alive every day, even when you’re beating my ass at guitar hero. I love how passionate and impatient you are... Today being an example of that.” Everyone laughed again, he reached for her cheek and wiped the tears away with his thumb. “I can’t believe I get to call you my wife... I love you.”

Y/n was speechless, wiping away the tears that continued to fall, it was like he’d winded her with his words, her body tingled with excitement and love as the feeling of becoming Mrs Evans drew closer.

“Chris,” she started. “You are one of the most amazing, crazy talented, men I’ve ever known, I’m in constant awe of what you’re capable of... Seriously, it's annoying... I will make it my life mission to find something you’re not good at.” Chris’s loud laughter now echoed over your families laughs, his hand falling to his chest. “Your laugh, is my favourite sound of yours and if I could play it on repeat I would, but I’ll just settle for making you laugh with my terribly bad dad jokes-”

“Oh no!” Chris groaned at her statement, making everyone laugh again.

“Our love consumes me, I knew from the moment Lizzie told me you liked me that I had to have you, no matter what. Everyone constantly tells me how intense our love is, but it wasn’t until someone described it perfectly to me that I understood,” Y/n took the opportunity to side eye Scott, recalling the night they had a very drunken conversation about her relationship with Chris, making Scott laugh. “We’re so in sync with one another, you move, I move, we could be in a room filled with people, on opposite ends and we would still find each other without looking. Being with you,” she had to stop to compose herself, not wanting to cry during her vows. “Is like living a dream come true, especially during the simple times, no plans, no noise, just us doing nothing.”

Chris didn’t hide his tears as they freely fell, the sniffles from everyone, including Robert could be heard now.

After a few more words from Scott, once he calmed down, the cheers erupted as their lips connected, their first kiss as husband and wife. Chris pulling her flush against him, deepening the kiss. “I got you, Mrs Evans.” He whispered against her lips, making her giggle.  

The rest of the night was spent with their families, basking in the events of the day as they ended the night with the fire pit lit, gathered around it. Y/n was still in her dress and converse clad feet, her hair now tied up as she sat on the floor in between her husband's legs. 

She was currently admiring her wedding band, it was rose gold, slim and had diamonds wrapped around it, fitting perfectly against her engagement ring. reaching for the hand that rested on her shoulder, now playing with his wedding band, his band was thick, black and had a thin, rose gold strip around the centre. 

Chris had purchased them the day he bought the engagement ring and had hidden them in his sock drawer in his bedside, his hiding spots were getting better. 

“I’m so happy for you guys.” Robert softly whispered, puling his daughter into his arms holding her tightly against his chest. “I can’t believe you’re married!” 

“I know... I have to live with a boy!” She quipped back and Robert’s body started to vibrate with laughter, her cheek resting on his should as they continued to hug, not wanting to let go.

“My baby...” Now cupping her cheeks, giving his daughter one last look of pride before letting go. “You’ve always been my favourite child.” He whispered, Y/n knew he was joking but she laughed in agreement anyway. Out of her other three siblings they both shared a close relationship, Y/n was his saving grace when he was younger, having her at a young age bonded them. 

“Chris, I can’t believe you’re my son now... How weird.” Chris smiles broadly at the term son, instead of son-in-law, he knew Robert classed him as part of the family and not because he had to. "Welcome to the family, legally.. Let’s face it you’ve always been apart of this family.” Sharing a quick embrace before slipping past the newlyweds to speak to Lisa.

“Do you want to dance?” Chris bent down to whisper in his wife's ear, his hands finding her hips and back pressed against his chest, only to have her hum in response. 

Guiding her to an open spot in the garden, taking his hand in hers and spinning her so she was now facing him. His large hands resting on her hips whilst her hands snaked around his waist, the music that played from the speakers in the house guiding them. “You’re my wife,” stating softly, his lips finding her forehead.

“That’s right Evans,” the nickname now sounding futile with both being Evans’. “You’re stuck with me, no getting out this.” Her index finger was pointing between them before wrapping back around his neck. 

“Never.” 

It was nearing 2am when Chris and Y/n climbed the stairs to their bedroom, once the click of their door shutting was heard she reached behind trying to unzip her dress but struggled due to her tired state, contemplating just sleeping her dress.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her husband as he guided the zip down slowly, leaving slow, wet kisses on shoulder, using his callous fingers to brush the straps of her dress off her shoulders, the dress pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her panties.  

“My wife, you’re stunning.” He said lowly, the only light in the room was the light of the moon streaming through the windows. Y/n turned to face him, starting to unbutton his shirt which was now untucked, tie long gone and the top two buttons already undone, his collar bones and tattoos poking out through his shirt.  

Pushing the shirt off of him, she traced his tattoos with her fingers, a hiss of pleasure escaping from his throat, making him tighten the grip on her hips she didn’t know he had.  

The C necklace glistening in the moonlight.

That’s how they stood for a few minutes, their eyes never breaking from one another, her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands on her hips.  

Y/n guided her new husband to their bed, the back of his legs hitting the edge and he sat down closely followed by her straddling him. “Mr Evans,” her voice laced with arousal. “I do believe, you’re wearing one too many items of clothing.” She tsked, her finger trailing down his abdomen, his muscles twitching when she did, effortlessly flicking the button of his pants open.  

“That can be fixed... Mrs Evans.” He purred in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.  

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[dadbodosamu]

only you || part iii

Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: shower sex, oral (m receiving), snowballing, semi-public sex, mild degradation, spit, squirting, daddy kink

4.1k words

also i forgot to tag them in the last part but thanks to @waka-chan-out and @vanilleswtmacaron for beta reading this!!

part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

In the morning, Osamu was once again sliding into your bed. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and hummed in your ear as he settled down.

“Good morning, baby,” he muttered.

“Morning,” you mumbled, shimmying closer to him. You yawned and rolled to face him. 

“Beautiful,” Osamu said, kissing your forehead. You smiled tiredly.

“Handsome,” you said, kissing his nose. 

“Shower with me?” He asked. You hummed in agreement. He rolled you out of the bed, pulling you into your attached bathroom.

You pushed your shorts down to your ankles as Osamu pulled your shirt off.

“Cute,” he said, pinching your nipple playfully.

“We should start the shower,” you mumbled as Osamu leaned down in front of you. 

“Mhmm,” he hummed, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples.

“Samu,” you breathed as he sucked at your nipple. 

“Just can’t get enough of ya,” he mumbled against your skin.

You tangled your fingers in his hair as he swapped over to your other nipple. 

“Yer sweet, lil’ body, so responsive,” Osamu said as your back arched, pushing your breasts into his face.

You pulled him up by his hair to press your lips together. He stood up, lifting you by your thighs. You wrapped your legs around him as he pushed you against the shower wall.

“Samu,” you moaned. You tugged his hair as he kissed down your neck. “No-no bruises.”

“Just blame Bokuto again,” he mumbled, sucking at your skin.

“At least leave them where I can hide them,” you said. He moved lower, kissing and biting over your breasts.

Osamu pulled back as you whined.

“Shower,” he said. You sighed as you stepped out of the shower and watched as Osamu started the water. Once the water had warmed up, you stepped under the water flow. 

“How can ya stand it that hot?” Osamu complained, following you under the water. He hissed as the water hit his back and quickly spun you around so the water was hitting your back. You laughed.

“Just turn it down, babe,” you giggled, turning the cold water up.

“Just turn it down, babe,” he mocked, caging you against the shower wall. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Imitation is the highest form of flattery,” you said, pecking his lips. 

He moved in closer to you, deepening the kiss. He lifted you by your thighs, wrapping your legs around him as the warm water coated your body.

“Samu, don’t drop me,” you mumbled against his lips. He lined up his cock with your entrance, teasing you with just the tip.

“Not gonna drop ya, princess,” he grunted. His cock slid into you slowly, drawing a long, low moan from your lips.

“Samu,” you moaned, tightening your legs around him. He rolled his hips against yours, forcing his cock deeper. 

“Feels good, baby?” Osamu asked. “Feels so good havin’ ya wrapped around my cock, princess.”

“Feels good having you in me, daddy,” you said, digging your nails into Osamu’s skin.

“Ah, no marks, princess,” Osamu said, smiling at you teasingly. You kissed him deeply.

“Just not where they can show,” you said, pulling away from him. He buried his face in your neck and smiled against your skin. He snapped his hips up making you moan loudly.

“Samu, please,” you moaned, moving your hips against his. “Wanna cum.”

He reached between you and rubbed your clit in time with his slow thrusts. 

“Not stopping you,” he said. You cried out as your stomach tightened.

“Samu, please!” You cried. “Harder please!”

Osamu rubbed your clit furiously as your walls clenched around him.

“Come on, baby,” he grunted. “Cum around daddy’s cock.”

Your stomach tightened and your walls fluttered as your juices squirted out.

“Cum in me, please, daddy,” you begged as you gushed around him. “Want you to breed me.”

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed as his cock twitched in you. “Want my babies, huh? Want me to knock ya up?”

You nodded as you pressed your chest against his. “Wanna make you a daddy.” Osamu groaned as he emptied his balls into your cunt.

“Fuck, yer too much for me, princess,” Osamu breathed, dick falling limply from you. You laughed as his cum leaked from your hole. 

“Old man,” you teased as Osamu gently set you on your feet.

“Only four years older than ya, princess,” Osamu said, pecking your lips.

You two showered quickly after that as the water continued to cool down. By the time you were stepping out, you were shivering from the cold water.

“Aw, come here, baby,” Osamu said, wrapping a towel around you and pulling you against his body. “Let me warm ya up.”

“Th-thanks,” you stuttered, shivering in his arms.

“Y/n!” You jumped as your mom’s voice rang out. You pushed away from Osamu, stepping into your room where your mom was poking her head in from the hallway.

“Mom! Hi!” You exclaimed, rushing over to stop her from coming all the way in. “What are you doing here, shouldn’t you be at work?”

“Had to come back and grab my phone,” she said. “Where’s Osamu? His phone’s in our bedroom but I don’t see him anywhere.”

“I think he said he had to run by the restaurant,” you said. “Must’ve forgotten his phone.”

“Oh, okay,” she said. “Well, I’m going to take the car to work, so let Osamu know when he gets back.”

“No problem,” you said. 

“Bye, sweetie, love you,” she called, walking down the hallway.

“Love you, too,” you called after her. You waited until you heard the car pull away before running back to the bathroom where Osamu was standing, looking like he’d had the most silent panic attack ever.

“She’s gone,” you breathed. “That was a close one.”

Osamu let out a long breath, his whole body relaxing.

“A close one,” he laughed, coldly. “My whole life flashed before my eyes.”

“Tell me about it,” you said. “I thought she was going to come in.”

“We have to start being more careful,” Osamu said. You nodded in agreement. 

“Come on, let’s just get ready, the game’s soon,” you said. You smacked Osamu’s ass as he walked past you. 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” Osamu said. You smirked at him as he wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“Who says I can’t finish it?”

“If we miss the subway, I’m going to cry,” you threatened as Osamu slowly got dressed. “Do you want me to cry?”

“I dunno, are you a cute cryer?” He asked, going through his closet to find a shirt.

“I won’t be if we miss the game,” you said, laying back on Osamu’s bed.

“Black or white?” Osamu asked, holding up two Onigiri Miya shirts. 

“Samu,” you whined. “They’re the same shirt!”

“Black or white?” He asked again. You huffed. 

“Black,” you said. “Do you only own Onigiri Miya shirts?”

“Pretty much,” Osamu said, shrugging. He tugged on the shirt and held his hand out for you. You grabbed it and let him pull you into a sitting up position. “Are you sure you don’t want to wear something else?”

You smiled widely as you smoothed down your sundress. “How else am I going to seduce Bokkun to join us for dinner?”

“I’ll kill him if he looks at you for more than three seconds,” Osamu said, pulling you up to your feet. His arms wrapped around you and he held you tightly against his body. “Also, no cutesie nicknames for him.”

“You do know I have to make it believable that he and I hooked up, right?” You asked. 

“Just tell him ya hooked up with someone yer mom won’t approve of, which ya did, and that ya lied to her about who it was, which ya did,” Osamu said. “The best lies are ones that hold a touch of truth.”

“Oh and you’d know all about this, how, Mr. Lies?” You asked, looking up at him. 

“I’ve been avoiding fucking my wife for a week,” Osamu said. “I know how to lie.”

“I’ll remember that,” you said. 

“I would never lie to ya, baby,” Osamu said, pecking your lips. 

“Better not,” you mumbled, kissing him again. “Come on, we’re gonna be late.”

Osamu’s hand was permanently pulling your dress down as the two of you travelled to the game. At the game, Osamu offered his hoodie to drape over your bare knees after you took a seat.

“Samu, stop,” you hissed as he tugged your dress down in a vain attempt to cover your knees as you sat. “I’m going to end up flashing everyone here my boobs.”

“Well now I have a new fear,” he said, thrusting his hoodie into your arms. “Aren’t ya cold? Put my hoodie on.”

“Will you leave me alone and let me watch the game if I put the hoodie on?” You asked. He nodded, scowling at a guy that had glanced at you a little too long. 

You pulled the hoodie on, content as you watched the game, if not a little warm.

After the game, which MSBY had won 3-1 over the Adlers, you let Osamu lead you down to the court where the boys were all excited to see you.

“Y/n! Did you see my last spike?!” Bokuto exclaimed, spinning you around in a tight hug.

“You were amazing! All of you!” You exclaimed once he sat you down. 

“Y/n, this is our captain, Meian Shugo,” Sakusa said, introducing you to their tall, handsome captain.

“This is Y/n, my new niece!” Atsumu exclaimed, tossing his arm over your shoulders. 

“L/n Y/n, I’m a big fan,” you said, bowing lowly to him. “It’s an honour to meet you.”

“You’re the setter that these guys won’t stop talking about,” Meian said. “It’s nice to meet you.”

You smiled widely as the guys made their way to the locker rooms and Osamu was dragging you through hallway after hallway until he shoved you into a supply closet and pushed you down to your knees. 

“Ya look so fuckin’ hot wearin’ my clothes,” Osamu said, undoing his jeans and tugging them down. “I really, really want ya suckin’ my cock, right now.”

You wasted no time, immediately taking the pierced tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the cool, metal of his piercing.

“Bokuto, the fuckin’ idiot, flashed everyone your cute lil’ lace panties,” Osamu growled, tangling his fingers in your hair. “Thought Hinata was gonna cum in his shorts.”

You moaned around him.

“Oh, ya like that? Hinata’s probably jerkin’ his cock right now, jus’ thinkin’ ‘bout yer lil white, lace panties, barely hidden under yer lil dress,” Osamu said, pushing your head down, forcing more of his cock in your mouth. You moaned again, the vibrations drawing a low moan from Osamu’s throat. “S’too bad that’s all he’s ever gonna get. Yer my lil cock whore, isn’t that right, baby?”

You hummed as he let your head up for you to take a breath. As soon as oxygen filled your lungs, Osamu was forcing you back down on his cock.

“Come on, suck my cock, princess,” he groaned. “Before I fuck yer throat.”

You hollowed your cheeks and forced yourself to take more of his cock down your throat. The corners of your lips burned with the stretch and you forced the urge to gag down as you bobbed your head on his cock.

“Fuck, good girl, takin’ daddy’s cock so well,” Osamu groaned. “Should cum on yer fuckin’ face, just to show everyone who ya belong to.”

You clenched your thighs together as you pulled back and teased his piercing with your tongue. 

“Don’t swallow,” Osamu choked out as his cock twitched in your mouth. “Hold it in your mouth.”

You hummed as his cock twitched again.

“Fuck,” he moaned, throatily, as he spilled into your mouth. Your eyes watered as salty cum filled your mouth and leaked down your chin. 

“Come ‘ere,” Osamu said, pulling you up to your feet. He kissed you deeply. You pushed the cum into his mouth and grinned when he pulled back. “Open.”

Your mouth fell open and you moaned as he spat his cum back onto your waiting tongue.

“Swallow,” he mumbled, watching as his cum dripped from your tongue. You swallowed and opened your mouth to show him. “Good girl.”

Osamu pulled his hoodie off of you and wiped your chin clean with it before folding it over his arm.

“Come on, let’s go before they start wondering where we are,” Osamu said, tugging you out of the closet. 

“We still have to talk to Bokkun,” you said, following Osamu closely. 

“Talk to Bokuto about what?”

You jumped nearly in Osamu’s arms when you heard Atsumu from behind you.

“Tsumu! How long have you been there?!” You exclaimed, turning on your heel to face him. 

“Long enough,” Atsumu said. He reached out and wiped at your chin with his thumb. “Heard something about ‘cumming on yer face to show who ya belong to’. Didn’t think he’d actually do it.” Atsumu casually wiped his thumb on his jeans. 

“We can explain,” Osamu said.

“Yer fucking yer stepdaughter,” Atsumu said, crossing his arms.

“I, um, yeah, I guess so,” Osamu said, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s more than that, Tsumu.”

“A whole affair,” Atsumu said. 

“You can’t tell my mom!” You exclaimed. “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” Atsumu asked, smirking.

“I’ll kill ya,” Osamu threatened.

“Chill out, it was a joke,” Atsumu said, holding his hands up. “Besides, I don’t plan on telling her. Frankly, I don’t care.”

“Ya want something,” Osamu said, narrowing his eyes at Atsumu. 

“Let me have a turn,” Atsumu said. Osamu stepped in front of you, pushing you behind him.

“I wasn’t joking when I said I’d kill ya,” Osamu said. “We’ve shared in the past but Y/n is different.”

“Osamu,” you cooed. 

“I really, really like her,” Osamu said, ignoring you. “Like, it could be love one day.”

You melted a little. Your face softened and you hugged your arms around Osamu’s waist.

“Fine, fine,” Atsumu said. “I won’t say anything. I’ll even be yer cover.”

“What do you want?” Osamu asked. 

“Free food whenever I go to any Onigiri Miya,” Atsumu said. “And maybe just one kiss.”

“Free food for a year and a kiss on the cheek,” Osamu bargained. 

“Free food for a year and a real kiss,” Atsumu said. “With tongue.”

“What are we, in high school?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Free food for two years and a peck,” Osamu said. “And I won’t even kick ya after the kiss.”

“Or hit me at all!” Atsumu said.

“Fine,” Osamu said.

“Deal,” Atsumu said, smirking. “Come ‘ere, doll.”

Osamu stepped to the side, letting you move closer to Atsumu.

“No tongue,” you warned, before leaning in. Atsumu swiped his tongue along your bottom lip as you kissed him. You stomped his foot as you jerked away.

“Worth it,” Atsumu said, smiling victoriously.

“Shut up,” you said as Osamu wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He kissed your temple.

“Hope my cum tastes good,” Osamu said, smirking wickedly. Atsumu’s face dropped as he gagged.

“Ew! Gross, I demand a redo after she brushes her teeth!” Atsumu exclaimed, following after the two of you. You and Osamu laughed loudly as he complained behind you.

“Bokuto couldn’t make it?” Your mom asked as she sat the food on the table.

“That’s why we brought Atsumu to replace him,” you said, smiling widely. 

Atsumu smiled at your mom wryly. “M/n,” he said.

“Atsumu,” your mom said, barely containing her glare. “I’m so glad you could come.”

“I’m sure,” Atsumu said. 

You and Osamu awkwardly loaded food onto your plates as your mom and Atsumu glared at each other.

“So, how was work?” You asked. 

“Oh, it’s terrible!” Your mom exclaimed. “Just the worst!”

“Oh? What happened?” Osamu asked, slurping up his soup.

“I have to work in Tokyo for the next week!” Your mom said. You bit your lip to keep from smiling.

“Oh, no! That’s awful,” you said. “But Tokyo, that’s nice.”

“It’s just now I really won’t get to see you,” your mom said, pouting.

“Maybe I could extend my trip a little,” you said. “That way when you get back we can still have a day or two just us.”

“Oh, as long as Osamu doesn’t mind having you here,” your mom said. 

“Oh, I don’t mind,” Osamu said. “This is her house, too.”

“Okay, then, that’s settled! We have to have a girls day when I get back,” your mom said. “I feel like I’ve just been pawning you off on Osamu this whole week.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t mind,” Atsumu snarked. You kicked him in the shin.

“I don’t mind,” Osamu said. “It’s father daughter bonding.”

“Oh, it’s bonding all right,” Atsumu muttered. You kicked him again. He hissed in pain.

“What was that?” Your mom asked.

“Just said that bonding is nice,” Atsumu said.

“So, when do you leave?” You asked.

“Tomorrow morning, around 5,” she said. “Way before you two will be up.”

“Are you taking the train?” Osamu asked. Your mom shook her head.

“I’m taking the car, hope you don’t mind,” she said. 

“It’s fine, we’ll probably just hang around here, anyway,” Osamu said. 

Atsumu smirked as he sipped his tea. 

“We have that pick up game later this week,” you said. “With Bokkun, Hinata, and Sakusa.”

“It’ll be great, we’re gonna crush you,” Atsumu said.

“You don’t even know the teams yet,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Me, Omi-kun, and Shoyo versus ya, Samu, and Bokuto,” he said.

“That’s not fair! You three are all professionals! You take Samu!” You exclaimed.

“Ya don’t want me on yer team? I’m hurt,” Osamu said, clutching his heart. 

“Against three pros? No, I don’t want you on my team,” you said. “I want Sho-kun!”

“Rock, paper, scissors, loser gets Samu,” Atsumu said, making a fist. 

Your mom laughed as Osamu gasped in offense. 

“Sorry, Samu, but I want to win tomorrow,” you said, holding up a fist. 

In the end, Atsumu ended up stuck with Osamu and was still complaining when he left. 

“Bye, Mom,” you mumbled tiredly as your mom packed her bags in the car. 

“Bye, sweetie,” she said, hugging you tightly. “Tell Osamu I said bye.”

“I will,” you said. As she pulled off, you walked back into the house. You padded down the hallway and almost turned into your room when you remembered Osamu was currently laying down all alone. 

You turned into his room and carefully crawled into his arms.

“Good morning, baby,” he mumbled, pulling you closer to him. 

“Morning, daddy,” you said. You smirked as his eyes opened slightly.

“Oh?” He questioned. You rolled him over to his back and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.

“Wanna feel you,” you mumbled, rolling your hips against his. 

“G’head, baby,” he said, holding your hips. You ran your hands along his thick chest and stomach, stopping to play with his pierced nipples.

He hissed softly.

“Sensitive?” You asked, pinching his nipple. He nodded. You leaned down and sucked one into your mouth, flicking your tongue against the cool metal. You teased the hardening bud then switched to the other one, only completely pulling away when they were shining with spit and swollen. 

“Pretty,” you muttered. You kissed up his neck, sucking and biting at his slightly prickly skin. 

“D’ya jus’ call me pretty?” Osamu asked as you nibbled at his jawline. 

“You are,” you said, pecking his lips. You shimmied down his body, tugging his briefs off and tossing them to the floor. You palmed his hardening cock until it was bobbing heavily against your hand.

“Wanna ride you,” you said, straddling him again. You ground your wet folds against his cock. 

“I wanna fold ya in half, princess,” Osamu said, holding your hips. “Throw yer legs over my shoulders and pound yer cute, lil pussy until ya cry.”

“No reason we can’t do both,” you said, reaching down to line his cock up with your dripping core. “We have all day.”

“‘m not lettin’ ya leave this bed,” he said. You sank down on his cock with a soft moan. 

“Daddy,” you whimpered as his cock nudged your abused cervix. 

“Take it all, baby, I know ya can,” he said, holding your hips tightly. You let him hold up as he pounded into you, fucking past your cervix with one, quick thrust. 

“Samu!” You moaned loudly, digging your nails into his shoulders. You bounced on his cock in time with his thrusts.

“Takin’ daddy’s cock so well, look at ya,” he grunted. “Such a lil princess, wanting to ride daddy’s cock and not being able to take it all without daddy’s help.”

“S’too big,” you whined as his apadravya dragged against that spongy spot inside you.

“Ya jus’ need a lil’ help, baby,” Osamu said, hands tightening on your hips. “Yer daddy’s little girl, after all.”

You moaned as he pulled you down, your chests flush against each other. He smacked your ass as you bit at his chest. 

“Can feel ya clenchin’ ’round me, go ‘head and cum for me, princess,” Osamu grunted. You cried out, your cunt walls squeezing him as you squirted around his cock.

“Good girl,” he praised before flipping you over to your back. Osamu hovered over you, kissing your lips gently before pushing your legs up against your chest. 

“Daddy!” You cried as he continued to thrust into you. Your legs shook with overstimulation as he pressed two fingers against your clit. 

“Want ya to make a mess for me,” he said, flicking your swollen clit. “Want ya to squirt around my cock again.”

“Harder, Samu, please!” You begged, gripping the white sheets underneath you. Osamu braced himself against the bed as he pounded into you harder. 

“Gonna fill ya up all day,” he grunted. “‘Til yer swollen with my seed. Gonna be all fucked out and dumb when I’m finished with ya. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” you moaned, nodding. “Want daddy to breed me until it sticks! Wanna be full of you!”

Osamu grabbed your face roughly, forcing your mouth open. “Tongue out,” he ordered. Your tongue lolled out, drool dripping onto your chin. “Good girl.”

He spat on your tongue before kissing you messily, spit covering both of your chins and thin strands of saliva connecting you two when he pulled away. 

“Gonna cum,” you gasped as he pinched your clit. He leaned up, watching you squirm as he relentlessly rutted into you.

“Squirt around my cock, baby,” he said, strumming your clit. “Come on, daddy wants ya to make a mess on him.”

You let out a high pitched moan as he pressed down on your bladder.

“No, no, daddy, gonna make a mess!” You squealed. 

“Come on, princess,” he muttered, pushing down harder. “Make a mess on daddy.”

You cried loudly as cum gushed out of you, covering Osamu’s stomach and chest.

“Fuck,” Osamu groaned, balls tightening as he painted your walls white. “Good girl.”

You breathed heavily as Osamu pulled out of you and collapsed next to you. 

“Daddy,” you breathed, cuddling into his side. “Didn’t know I could cum that hard.”

“Me either, baby,” he mumbled, pulling you closer to him. “Ya did so good, princess.”

“I made a mess,” you said.

“Just like daddy asked,” he said. “Ya want daddy to clean ya up?”

“Please,” you mumbled. Osamu stood up and lifted you easily, carrying you to the shower. He cleaned both of you off quickly before running a bath in the large bathtub. 

“Ya want anything, princess?” Osamu asked as you leaned back in the large tub.

“Join me,” you said. Osamu climbed in behind you, wrapping his arms around you. You leaned against his chest and relaxed into him. 

“This is so bittersweet,” Osamu said, rubbing his hand over your stomach soothingly.

“Why?” You asked.

“I just wish I had met ya first,” Osamu said. “Before yer mom. Now, I’ll always be the guy that got with his stepdaughter.”

“Hey, you didn’t raise me or anything,” you said. “It’s not like you’re my father figure or anything. You’re only four years older than me. If anything, my mom’s the weird one for marrying a guy her child’s age.”

“I really, really like ya.” Osamu said, nuzzling your neck. “More than I’ve ever liked anyone.”

“I really, really like you, too,” you said, smiling. You rested your hands on Osamu’s as he pressed small kisses up your neck. “I thought you were the most handsome man I’d ever seen when we first met. Nearly took my breath away.”

“I thought ya were the most beautiful woman,” Osamu said. “Couldn’t take my eyes off ya.”

You lifted his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to his skin. 

“I’m falling in love with ya,” he mumbled against your skin. “This is the closest to love at first sight anyone has ever been.”

You kissed his hand again.

“What the fuck is this?”

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[noctumbra]

𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍

summary ─ “i’m so glad that we came across to each other,” bucky said. “it really felt nice to catch up with you, to talk to you.”

pairing ─ fuckboy!teacher!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ fluff, seeing each other after yeeeears later, coffee shop conversations, catching up, EPILOGUE

a/n ─ i said i wasn’t sure about writing this but i couldn’t stop myself because i want this soft and sweet closure for them without tears lol. thank you for all the love you’ve given me throughout this trilogy series. i’m really thankful. also i’m sorry for making y’all cry a lot djhfdjhf. this is the epilogue. hope you like it. please leave a comment if you do! thank you! i love you all <3

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  TEN YEARS LATER

You exhaled a sigh of relief as you threw yourself into your favorite coffee shop, finally getting the chance to escape from the scorching heat of the sun. Stepping away from the door, you closed your eyes for a second. The cool breeze of the air conditioning was hitting your face so nicely, you felt like you could cry.

Shivering lightly, you opened your eyes and walked towards the short line in front of the register. You deserved a grande coffee after the very busy day you had. Your eyes were hurting slightly because you’ve been looking at the computer screen for hours now.

“Thank fuck the weekend is here,” you murmured to yourself as you fished your wallet out. You heard the guy in front of you humming in an approving way, and you froze for a second. “I should have whispered,” you said, and the guy chuckled this time. Grimacing to yourself, you decided to shut up.

As you waited for your turn, you started to watch people around you. Everyone was either tired-looking or way-too-jittery-looking because of all the caffeine and sweets. Most of them had come here with a friend, you realized and frowned lightly. Inhaling the freshly brewed coffee smell deeply, you moved your eyes to the guy in front of you.

He was tall. He had dark brown, mid-length hair, it was a bit longer than mid-length, though, you noted. He had whites peppered in it, and it looked good. He had a navy colored suit on him. The suit jacket was hugging his broad shoulders very nicely, and the suit pants he had on was complimenting his thick thighs. You hummed silently to yourself. You moved two steps forward, eyes still on the guy, as the people on the register was done with their order. It was the guy’s turn.

“Hello,” he murmured, and you felt a lick of familiarity. “Can I get a black coffee, grande?” You frowned. The guy’s voice was familiar. You watched him grabbing a small protein bar. “And this.” The boy at the register nodded as he punched in the order, and the guy in front of you pulled his wallet to pay.

You saw the hand tattoo. Your eyes widened.

“Name?” The boy asked. The guy looked up briefly.

“James.” You watched his hand as he pulled out some money and gave them to the boy. He was wearing the rings from─

“Bucky?” You asked, surprise audible in your voice. Bucky startled, his shoulders went stiff and he turned around. His baby blue eyes bored into yours as they widened with surprised.

“Y/N?” He breathed. “Oh my God.” You let out a chuckle.

“There you go,” the boy said, handing out the extra money. Bucky cursed lightly as he took the money and stepped aside. Just as he opened his mouth, his name was called. You saw him clenching his jaw. Your smile widened. “What can I get you?” You blinked, returning to the real world.

“Cappuccino, grande. Non-lactose milk, please. No foam,” you said your order and handed out the money. The boy nodded. “Y/N,” you gave him your name without him asking for it. The boy worked quick; he told your order and gave your cup to the barista and handed some of your money back. You bid him good day before you walked towards where Bucky was still standing.

Goddamn, you thought. He looked good.

The whites in his hair were also in his stubble, covering his chin slightly. He looked grown, albeit a bit older, and the crinkles around his eyes made him look more handsome than he normally was.

“Holy crap, Y/N,” Bucky said, his eyes moving up and down on your body. “I can’t believe you still look as gorgeous as before.” You chuckled, feeling the heat rushing to your cheeks after literal years. “Not that I expected you to look bad, by the way,” he said, rolling his eyes. You smiled. You grabbed your coffee when barista called out for you and turned to Bucky.

“Wanna recharge together in one of those tables?” You asked, pointing at the coffees. Bucky chuckled and nodded.

“Of course!” He said. “I would love to.”  

Both of you walked towards an empty table near the café windows. After you settled, you looked at him. He looked happy, you realized. He didn’t look haunted or sad anymore. He looked healthy and happy if not a little tired.

“You look great,” you said softly. “You don’t look so… sad anymore.” Bucky smiled. Taking a sip from his coffee, he nodded lightly.

“I’m… good,” he decided to say. “I swore not to lie to you again and I’m not gonna start that now,” he chuckled. “I wasn’t so good after our last talk, but time helped.” Bucky shrugged, his fingers were playing with his coffee cup. “I had time to focus on myself, and then my job. It kept me busy but also gave me some time to heal. So, I’m good.”

You smiled fondly at him. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” you murmured. “You deserve to be good, Bucky. I’m glad you’re now. I just hope you’ll be better soon.” You watched him blush, your smile widened and turned soft.

Bucky shook himself and straightened up on his seat. “Tell me what you’ve been up to,” he said, excitement shining in his eyes. “I haven’t seen you for ten years. Are you a cat mom or dog mom or a real one?” You let out a surprised laugh.

“Bold of you to assume I want to be a mother, Buchanan,” you deadpanned. Bucky grinned toothily. “…I have a cat,” then you added. Bucky chuckled.

“Knew it,” he said, snapping his fingers. You rolled your eyes. “’s fine. I have an asshole for myself waiting me at home.” He rolled his eyes like you. “I swear he hates me and wants to kill me, but he doesn’t because I feed him.” You laughed, almost snorting out your cappuccino. Bucky grimaced at himself and then chuckled.

“Murderous cats,” you muttered. “I had an encounter with them once or twice.” You nodded seriously. “She tried to trip me and scared me to the death, so.” Bucky giggled. “She’s the cutest, though.” Bucky smiled. He knew that feeling all too well. You sighed.

“How’s teaching? I see that you kept your tattoos, but goodbye piercings?” You asked, eyebrows high on your forehead. Bucky grunted. It wasn’t a happy sound.

“Apparently, me having piercings might provoke the students to get the same look? They told that I cover my tattoos with my clothing but can’t hide my piercings, so they had to go. ‘s bullshit.”

“…It is,” you agreed because it was. “Your hand and neck tattoos are visible, and they were troubled with your piercings? Yup, bullshit.” He grunted again and sipped his coffee.

“Love the students, though,” he added without you asking. “They’re dumb sometimes and goofy almost all the time, but I love them.” He smiled. You could see that he really did love his students. He was great with children ─shocking, yes─ and seeing him being happy with his work was making you happy.

“I’m glad to hear that. You were weirdly good with kids,” you said, looking at him over your coffee. Bucky narrowed his eyes. “It was cute, don’t get me wrong. I just didn’t expect from someone who looked the way you did back in college and be good with kids. I was shocked when I learned that you were going to be a teacher.” Bucky snorted.

“I love teaching,” he defended himself with a faux-offended face. You grinned. “I enjoy telling them things that make them go ‘wow’ and love seeing them use what I taught.” He shrugged. “How is editing?”

“Ughhhh,” you groaned. “Don’t get me started.” He looked at you, eyes wide and half-grin visible on his face.

“Oh, okay,” he said and then giggled. “I feel like you have a lot of feelings bottled up in there.” He pointed your head, and you grunted like he did a couple minutes ago.

“People who don’t even know punctuation are sending me their works, and they are brave enough to tell me that they wanted it published.” Grunting even more, you sipped your coffee. “It’s a pain to read all the cringy, too fast moving works and editing. It feels like I’m re-writing their whole work.” Bucky frowned slightly, tilting his head to his side.

“Why do you work there, then?” He asked. “You could go back to school and do something extra? Or become a professor there?” You eyed him.

“I’ve been thinking about that for some time, now, to be honest,” you admitted. It wasn’t a lie; you were thinking about going back to school and maybe spend a couple years there and start teaching. “Been looking up my options. I’m still not quite sure, but the idea is there.”

“Well,” Bucky said, draining his coffee. “Let me know. I might be able to help in some way, maybe.” You smiled.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you murmured. He sent you a cheeky wink. “Tell me more!” You exclaimed. “You told me you’re a cat dad, what else?”

“I’m an uncle,” he said and then wiggled on his seat because it still made him giddy. “I have like two nieces now, my sisters like to procreate.” You chuckled. “Oh, do you know Sam Wilson?” You frowned.

“From Psychology Department?” He nodded. “Yeah, I saw him a couple times.” Putting your cup aside, you leaned forward. “What about him?”

“He got married to Natasha, the Russian Literature girl? The one that we both found scarily hot?” Giggling, you nodded. He grinned. “Well, they’re married now, and have a daughter.”

“No shit,” you said.

“Yes shit,” Bucky kept grinning. “Steve’s gonna get married in two months. Someone called Sharon Carter─”

“Wait, is her aunt Peggy Carter?” Bucky frowned, but nodded. “Holy shit, I work at Carter Publishing. She’s my boss.” Bucky laughed.

“Okay, nice coincidence,” he murmured.

“Damn,” you whispered, making him laugh again. “Give me more gossip, please. I’m obviously hiding under a rock.” Smiling, Bucky leaned forward on the table, too.

“Alright, hear me out.”

─

You talked about everything and anything for hours.

Bucky talked about his job, about his students and his plans for future which included going back to school and becoming a professor or something, so that he could teach at a university. He also said that he was going to miss his ‘high school dumbasses’, but he wanted to become better at what he was doing. He also talked about his siblings, he had three sisters, and his parents a little. He showed you a couple pictures of his cat, a very pretty white cat named Alpine, and his parent’s dogs, two German Shepherds.

“They’re so handsome,” you exclaimed when you saw them. Bucky chuckled.

“They are,” he agreed. “They’re also old.”

“Bleh,” you blurted, making him laugh. You felt a satisfying, warm bubble building up in your chest as you bit your lip and watched him laugh. Your feelings for him were still there, still present. You never stopped loving him, and you knew you were always going to love him. He was the one for you, but your story wasn’t meant to be end together. You knew and accepted that now.

You told him about your life, your job and future plans, too. You talked about your doubts about going back to school, and Bucky somehow helped you soothe them. He encouraged you, told you that you were going to be amazing and it wasn’t late for you to go back to school. You thanked him as you moved onto talk about your cat. You showed him a picture like he did to you.

“You have a Siamese!” He cried out. “Damn, he is handsome.” You chuckled.

“He is, but he’s the biggest asshole I’ve ever known,” you grumbled. Bucky giggled.

“Hey, cats are cats. They meant to be assholes,” he said.

“Hear, hear.” Both of you chuckled.

The silence fell between you was a happy and content one. You talked about things, made each other laugh and smile, and both of you saw that how much the other had grown. It was nice. Seeing him was nice.

“I know I apologized before, but I want to apologize again,” Bucky murmured softly after a while of silence. “I’m sorry for making you cry and for hurting you. You didn’t deserve any of the shit I put you through. I was an asshole, I know and see that now,” he added. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” You smiled. Reaching out, you held his warm and large hand. The sense of familiarity consumed you.

“I have forgiven you years ago, James,” you murmured as softly as he did. He squeezed your hand. “Things happened, but both of us were still children.” Your smile became a little sad. “Obviously, we weren’t meant to be. I wish we were, though. I wish we were meant to be, but we are not. It’s okay. You’ve apologized before and owned up your mistakes. Thank you. I forgive you.” Bucky’s hold in your hand tightened just a bit more. You squeezed it right back. “I forgive you. It’s alright. We’re alright.”

Bucky took a deep breath. You could see that he felt lighter. His guilt must have been eating him alive, you realized, and your heart gave a painful thud at the thought.

“You have no idea how good it feels to hear that,” he said, slightly breathless. You just held his hand tighter and smiled wider. “I wish we were meant to be, too, Y/N. I─” He paused briefly. “I still love you. I have never stopped loving you, and I probably will never stop loving you. No one was you, and I doubt that someone will ever be you. I know now that we’ve grown out of each other. We might still love, yes, but…”

“It’s not enough anymore because even though we still love each other, that train took off,” you finished. He nodded. “So much has happened, and it changed us. Yes, Bucky, I get it. I still love you, too, and will always love you, but it’s not enough now.” He nodded again. Both of you sighed, feeling lighter and happier out of a sudden.

“I’m so glad that we came across to each other,” Bucky said. “It really felt nice to catch up with you, to talk to you.”

“Me too,” you agreed immediately. “I─” You held his other hand. “I’ve missed you, Bucky. It was very nice talking to you.” You looked at each other for a couple minutes before pulling back. You ignored how cold and empty your hands felt after he pulled his back. Standing up quietly, you grabbed your things. You walked out of the café together.

“I would like to see you sometimes,” Bucky said. “As friends. I would love to be your friend, Y/N.” You agreed. You didn’t want to deny him anymore. You wanted him in your life.

“I would love that,” you murmured and gave him your number. Bucky added you in his contacts and sent you a text.

“I will see you later, then,” Bucky murmured. It felt so good to say that, he realized. After saying goodbye to you many times, it felt amazing to say that he’d see you later. You smiled fondly.

“I will see you later,” you murmured back. Bucky gave you a nod and a large smile. Both of you bid good night to each other and walked opposite directions on the sidewalk.

This time, it wasn’t a goodbye.

This time, it was a promise to see the other again.

It was a nice, blossoming friendship.

─

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[21st-century-ninja]

📝 ayo can I get some uhhhhh fuckin lloyd+morro cousin content maybe ? congrats on 888 homie!!!

aaah thanks Tavia!! 😍 This turned movieverse like halfway through outlining it aka the less problematic morro and lloyd relationship whoops so it was a fun time figuring out Morro's characterization there- I definitely was inspired heavily by @precious-cosmos's Skytoucher Morro for this one :D Hope you enjoy!

888 followers celebration! 🎉

Adventurous Stuff

setting: movieverse characters: Morro and Lloyd wc: 888 words other tags: swearing, piercings

“Should you really be doing that over the kitchen sink?”

Morro lazes one eye open. Lloyd stands opposite him, eyebrows pulled into a little frown and arms crossed over his chest. He’s looking at Morro, but not exactly; his eyes focus on Morro’s ear and the scrap of gauze he holds over it.

“Where else would I be doing it?” Morro returns. The stove clock tells him it’s been long enough, so he removes the gauze. Lloyd crowds in his space.

“It looks red. Are you using a real cleaning solution? Because I think I read somewhere that saltwater can be bad for piercings.”

“It’s red because I just did it last night.” Morro tosses the gauze in the trash. He rolls his eyes at Lloyd’s huff behind him. “Relax, kid. I’ve done this hundreds of times before. You’re such a rule stickler, jeez.”

“I’m a year younger than you,” Lloyd retorts like he always does. “And I don’t think making sure you’re treating it the right way is me being a rule stickler.”

“Sorry, you’re right. Clearly, the stick’s somewhere else.”

With his back turned to him, Morro can’t see Lloyd’s face, but he can feel his baby cousin’s frustrated fuming. Morro smirks. He drops into one of the kitchen chairs and kicks his feet up onto the opposite one. “What’s with all the interrogation anyway? Usually it takes you until midmorning before you develop the holier-than-thou complex.”

Lloyd is silent behind him. It’s a weighty silence, much too weighty for a dumb jab. Morro frowns to himself. Then, a lightbulb goes off in his head. He swivels around quickly. “Wait a minute. It’s because you want one.”

Lloyd’s ears flush bright red. “No! No, I don’t. What are you talking about? Of course I don’t want one.”

Morro cackles. Lloyd’s neck and face heat too. “Stop laughing.”

Morro laughs a little bit more just to piss him off. “You know what? Sure. I’ll pierce you, kid. It’s about time you did something adventurous.”

"I do adventurous stuff!"

Morro levels a look at him. "Really. Name one rebellious thing you've done. In the past year."

Lloyd's mouth opens. A couple of seconds later, he closes it with an angry little click.

"That's what I thought," Morro says smugly. "Come on. Live a little."

Lloyd’s face wars with itself. “What if it gets infected?” he finally asks, but his half-hearted argument isn’t fooling anyone.

Morro rolls his eyes. “Your mom’s a nurse, dipshit. You’ll be fine.” He kicks back from the table and grabs his backpack, which he left by the door when he came in the previous night. Aunt Misako’s nice enough -or dumb enough- to let him crash at her home when he isn’t able to return to his own place. He’d ask her about why she did it if he wasn’t too afraid concerned about her stopping.

Lloyd peers over his shoulder as he sets out his supplies. “You just happened to have needles with you?”

Morro rolls his eyes again. “What part of “I did this last night” didn’t register with you? The party last night was a blow, but I got to pierce some people and make a quick buck, so at least it wasn’t a total waste of my time.” He takes two needles and hunts down some studs to go with them. “Speaking of which- normally I’d charge you for this. Blame it on my good samaritan heart though, because I’d rather just see you corrupted.”

“I think you’re literally the only person who’s ever thought that,” Lloyd mumbles.

“That’s because I’m the only one who knows the real you, cuz, in all your goody-two-shoes, loser glory.”

Lloyd mumbles something about “the real him” under his breath; Morro isn’t paying close attention anymore. He sterilizes the area and arranges his materials, wiping down Lloyd’s ear lobe too. Once he’s all ready, he poises the needle over his ear. “Want me to count down for you? Hold your hand too?”

“Just do it already, jerk.”

“Oh, is that how it is?” Without warning, Morro pops the needle through the skin. But Lloyd barely flinches. When Morro glances at his face, Lloyd’s staring straight ahead, the only indicator of his pain being the way he bites the corner of his lip.

He took that… actually well. Morro pauses, ignoring Lloyd’s whining about the needle dangling in his ear. It’s not like most people who get piercings break down into blubbering messes at the pain, but he was definitely expecting a bigger reaction. Lloyd, his wimpy, nervous wreck of a cousin, just took the needle like a vet.

Morro is a tiny bit impressed despite himself. He finishes the piercing and repeats the process on the other side. Swiping open the camera app, he holds up his phone. “Done. Wanna see?”

Lloyd stares at his face. He tilts his head this way and that. “It looks…”

“Good? Of course it does.”

But Lloyd doesn’t snap back. He just nods, eyes wide, and passes the phone back. “Yeah, it does. Thank you.”

His sincerity makes Morro’s skin crawl. Awkwardly, he slaps Lloyd’s shoulder. “Don’t mention it.”

“Okay.” Suddenly, Lloyd’s eyes light up. "Oh! Something rebellious! I remember! I told my mom I got organic fruit at the store, but it really wasn't!"

“Oh my god.”

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In Another Life // Jane Emily

A/N: The first child between Y/N and Hotch!

Aaron Hotchner x y/n

September 2013

The level of uncomfort I am feeling is indescribable. It hurts when I lay on my side, it hurts when I lay on my back, it hurts to sit. Just everything is painful. I don’t know how people do this multiple times. This might have to be my only pregnancy. 

Aaron has been out on a case for the last four days and I am practically useless. So Jess has been coming over to help and take care of Jack. I don’t know how we would survive without her.

Jess left me propped up against the headboard by at least four pillows. I am nearly sitting up. However, this just happens to be the best position that I have found. I glance at my clock and see that it is nearly 2 in the morning. I have to get some sleep, but I don’t feel that happening soon.

To my surprise, the door to my bedroom opens to reveal Aaron. “What are you still doing up?” he asks as he walks in.

“I can’t sleep. I’m too uncomfortable,” I whine. Aaron gives me a sympathetic look then begins to undress from his suit. “How was the case?”

“A little complicated. We were stumped for a while till Reid had a genius moment and figured it out.”

I chuckle slightly. “He’s quite good at that, isn’t he?”

Once Aaron has his pajamas on he gets into bed and properly greets me with a kiss. “Now, how have you been?”

“Honestly?”

“Honestly,” he confirms.

“I have just been miserable. I can’t sleep or sit properly,” I say then place my hands on my stomach. “I just need this baby out.”

“It should only be a few more days,” Aaron assures me.

“Your time off starts now right?” I ask and he nods. Although him and I both know that he could still be called in at any minute.

Aaron scoots closer to me so he can place his hand on my belly. Almost immediately, I feel kicks at the top of my stomach. Aaron smiles while I wince in pain. “I’m glad you’re enjoying this,” I mutter.

“You have to admit she knows her daddy,” Aaron smiles. A true smile from him. I am lucky and see them more than most people do, but every time I see one I am overjoyed.

I place my hand on his cheek and his eyes meet mine. “This baby has no idea just how lucky she is,” I say.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Aaron says. He leans in and kisses me slowly until the kicking starts again. I place my hand on top of his hand that rests on my belly.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” I whisper into his hair.

“Me too,” he smiles.

                                                          **********

When I wake up, it’s to a jolt of pain. With my eyes closed, I reach my hand out and try to find my boyfriend’s hand. After a moment of searching, I open my eyes and see that no one is there.

I check my clock and see that it is almost 7 in the morning, which means Aaron is already knee deep in emails.

I hoist myself out of bed and waddle down the stairs. I find Aaron exactly where I expect to find him, in his office. I peek inside and see him intently staring at his computer with his glasses on. “Hey,” I whisper as I walk in the doorway.

“Hey,” he says and whips off his glasses. He quickly gets up and leads me out of the office and into the living room then onto the couch. Once I’m settled, Aaron takes the other side of the couch. “How was your night?” 

I sigh. “It was rough. I had contractions nearly the whole night, but they’re at least a half hour apart and not lasting very long.”

“Okay, well do you want me to make you some breakfast?”

“Always,” I smile.

“On it,” Aaron says and gives me a kiss before heading to the kitchen.

I manage to get a magazine off the coffee table and flip through it for a few minutes, then I get bored. I move to the dining room so I can overlook Aaron in the kitchen as he makes breakfast.

“So, how has work been today?” I ask.

“I’m on vacation,” Aaron tells me.

“Listen honey, we can do this whole thing where we both pretend you aren’t working, but know you are. Or we can just talk about it,” I say as he bites his bottom lip in thought. “I really don’t mind. I like hearing about work.”

“Well in that case, Morgan is taking over for me while I’m gone and he was just asking a few questions,” he says as he butters my toast. “He says he’s going to do his best not to bother us these next two weeks.”

“Hmm, okay,” I hum.

“What?” Aaron asks as he slides the toast in front of me then sits next to me.

“I just don’t think there is anyway you can stay away from work for that long,” I say. “If Morgan doesn’t call you I’m sure you’ll lend your services.”

“That is not true,” he fights back. I raise my eyebrows at him, but still continue to eat my toast. But halfway through my first piece, pain pierces through my stomach. I lean over and clutch my stomach with one hand while my other one finds Aaron’s hand. “Just breathe through it,” Aaron coos and I do. It’s over within 30 seconds, but it was still painful.

I look up and meet his eyes once it’s over. “Are you sure these aren’t braxton hicks?” Aaron asks.

“I’m sure. These are way stronger than ones I’ve gotten earlier,” I say and he nods.

Just then, a sleepy Jack turns into the dining room, still in his pajamas. “Hey buddy,” Aaron says.

“Hey,” Jack croaks then sits at his seat. “Could I have breakfast please?”

“Yes, I will get you some cereal,” Aaron says then runs off to the kitchen. Jack’s sleepy expression quickly turns to happy when he realizes what we’re getting close to.

“Could she come today?” Jack asks excitedly.

“She could,” I say with a nod.

“Can you please, please, please tell me her name?” he begs.

“We aren’t set on anything,” Aaron says as he returns to the dining room with the cereal. Jack looks back at me from his dad and I give him a wink. I’d say we’re pretty set on the name, Aaron just doesn’t completely know that yet. 

Jack quickly finishes his cereal then goes upstairs to get changed. Aaron slips on shoes even though he is still wearing his pajamas. “You’re taking him to school like that?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with it?”

“It’s just an interesting choice for someone who usually wears a suit everyday,” I say. “At least I won’t have to worry about any soccer moms hitting on you.”

“I think they’ve learned better by now,” Aaron says as Jack runs down the steps with his bag. “Okay, buddy let’s go,” Aaron says as he ushers him to the garage.

“Bye Jack!” I call.

“Bye Mom!” he calls back and then the door shuts. I’m still not completely used to Jack calling me mom, but I still love it.

I get myself out of the dining room chair then waddle towards the steps. Before I can even get up one step, a gush of water spreads down my legs. Oh no.

                                                         **********

Luckily, it did not take Aaron long to get back. Once he got home, we both sprang into action and grabbed our things then got in the car. 

I got checked in relatively quickly and am currently sitting in my hospital bed. The contractions just keep getting closer and closer together. I know she’s coming soon.

“Aaron,” I say because he is across the room talking to the doctor. He quickly leaves the doctor and comes to my side. “Hold my hand,” I say, nearly begging.

“Of course,” he says and takes my hand. 

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“The doctor is going to check to see how far along you are,” he says and I nod.

Dr. Larson soon pops out from my lower parts with a smile. “Okay, Mama it’s time to push. Are you ready?”

I look to Aaron before responding. He gives me a reassuring nod which gives me more confidence then he’ll ever know. “Let’s do this,” I say.

HOTCH POV

I lightly coo to the new bundle of joy that rests in my arms. I try to be as quiet as possible because Y/N just fell asleep. 

I slowly rock my arms back and forth as my baby stares up at me. She’s calm and quiet, just like her dad. She let out a few cries the moment she was born, but since then she’s been quiet as a mouse. Her eyes flutter open and close, showing me her beautiful brown eyes. 

I glance up at my girlfriend again. I can’t believe we created something so precious. I forgot that feeling when you have a newborn, but it’s all coming back. The warmth, the wholeness, the pureness. I can’t believe I have gone eight years without this feeling.

There is a soft knock at the door, then Jessica pokes her head in. “Can you take a visitor?” she asks and I raise my eyebrow, unsure. She pushes the door open a little wider and Jack carefully steps into the room. Jessica closes the door again to give us some privacy. 

“Can I see her?” Jack asks softly and I nod. He comes the rest of the way over and stares down at her. “She’s really small.”

“You were this small once,” I whisper. We both stare down at her for a moment while she sleeps. 

“Can I have my baby back?” I hear from behind Jack. Y/N has woken up from her very short nap, but has her arms held out for a baby.

“I wanted you to sleep a little longer,” I say as I stand up slowly.

“I can’t,” Y/N says. “This bed is lumpy.”

Finally, Y/N notices Jack and shows a large smile. “Jack! Did you get to meet your sister yet?”

“Yeah, but she’s sleeping,” he says.

Y/N scoots over to make a small empty space on the bed. “Come up here,” Y/N says. Jack hops up on the bed so he is squeezed next to Y/N. “Do you want to hold her?”

Jack nods excitedly. “Okay,” I say as I place her in Jack’s arms. “Make sure you support her head,” I add. Once the nerves go away, I realize my heart is bursting. The three people I love most in the world all in one place.

“Can I know her name now please?” Jack begs.

I look down at Y/N and smile which is all the confirmation she needs. “Okay,” Y/N says. “Her name is-,”

“Hi!” I hear from the doorway. Garcia is standing with a large bouquet of balloons. “Can I come in?”

“Yes, come in,” I say and she does. Garcia sets the balloon holder on the ground then slowly walks up to the bed. She looks down at our baby for a moment, then covers her mouth. 

“Oh my gosh, she is just beautiful!” Garcia says.

“Well we think so,” I say as I stare down at her. She begins to fuss in her swaddle then lets out a loud wail. Y/N takes our baby from Jack then sighs.

“I think she’s hungry,” Y/N says. 

“Okay, we’ll give you guys a minute,” Garcia says then leads Jack out of the room. Before I know it, Y/N is already feeding our baby. I sit on the edge of the bed and place my hand Y/N’s leg.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Y/N chuckles.

I shake my head in disbelief. “I’m just so happy,” I say. “I am also so proud of you. I can’t believe you brought this beautiful, little girl into our lives.”

Y/N smiles down at her. “She is pretty perfect.”

I lean forward all the way and give her a kiss. “You’re perfect,” I whisper.

“Oh, Aaron,” Y/N laughs.

The more I think about it, the more I realize my whole life is perfect. I have a beautiful wife, two healthy children and a stable job. There is nothing more I could ever want.

I scoot closer to my daughter and my girlfriend. “Jane, how have we gone this long without you?” I ask.

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[lostinthewiind]

Piss Off Your Parents - Part 4

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: mentions sexual experiences of reader before she was of age, discussion about sex lives, flirting, touching 

Song → 18 by Anarbor

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Head resting in your hand and elbow resting on the counter, you huffed, still not used to the heat that accumulated in the store throughout the day and praying for just one customer to walk through the door so you could experience a refreshing blast of evening air. You supposed you could go outside yourself to cool off a little, like Keishin had previously suggested in lieu of sticking your head in one of the fridges, but being the only person at the store currently, you felt a little bad about leaving the building, even if it was just to step out front.

You were still trying your best to put on a good impression for Mrs. Sakanoshita—despite the rough first impression you had made on her son—and you knew the family store was precious, so you decided to suck it up for the remainder of your shift.

Without much to do, since you had completed your chores early, you remained seated at the front counter, bored out of your mind. That was, until your prayers were answered and you heard the front doors slide open.

“Hello!” you greeted happily, ready to welcome a customer. Your radiant excitement faded when you noticed it was just Keishin, however, and went back to slumping on the counter. “Oh, it’s just you.”

“Wow, those rapid mood changes must be why we’ve been so busy lately,” Keishin shot back at you, a cigarette hanging from his mouth like usual. “Will the girl behind the counter smile or frown at you? Maybe it’ll be both. Oh, how exciting!”

“Can it, dye job,” you grumbled.

Keishin feigned hurt, his hand resting over his chest dramatically as he pretended to have been shot. “Words hurt, you know. You’ve hurt me.”

“That doesn’t matter,” you told him, lazily gesturing around the empty store. “What does matter is that we’ve been dead for hours and I’m bored.”

Keishin poked his bottom lip out and faked a pout. “Awh, poor baby. Is getting paid to sit there and do nothing hard work? You must be exhausted. Poor thing.”

“I don’t get paid nearly enough to put up with you.” You reached across the counter to lightly smack his shoulder but he jumped out of the way just in time. “Seriously though, stay and entertain me for a while.”

“If you’re that bored, why don’t you dust the vents or something?”

You laid your head down on the counter and exhaled slowly for effect. “You know I aim to please but that sounds like hell. Can’t you just talk to me for like ten minutes? Tell me about your day or something.”

Keishin threw his head back and groaned loudly. “But I’m too hungry to think about anything other than food right now.”

“I’m hungry too but you don’t see me complaining about it.”

“No, you’re just complaining about everything else.” He leaned against the other side of the counter, his tongue flicking against the tip of his cigarette as he thought. “Actually, I’ve got a better idea.”

You glanced up at him, waiting for him to elaborate. “I doubt it but proceed.”

Done with your constant back talk, which was extremely common between the two of you ever since you had worked out your differences and agreed to the deal he had suggested, he took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke directly into your face. “Just shut up and listen, will you?”

You coughed when you accidentally inhaled the second-hand smoke. “If I get cancer and die, I’m haunting you.”

“Go ahead.” He didn’t pay any attention to the words leaving your mouth as he headed into the back room and shut off the store lights. Then, with his own set of keys in hand, he headed back toward the front of the store. “Come on.” He looked back at you expectantly when you didn’t immediately follow.

Confused, you slowly stepped around from the back of the counter. “Where are we going?”

“We’re closing up early and going to get something to eat.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, half of you wondering if this was some sort of employee test to see how responsible you were. “Are we allowed to do that?”

“I am, you aren’t,” Keishin said, beckoning you over to him. “But let’s just keep this between you and I, yeah? What my mom doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Besides, it’s slow anyway.”

Taking off your white apron and grabbing your things, you reluctantly followed the older man out of the store and watched as he locked up behind the two of you. Anxiously, you shifted your weight from foot to foot. “Are you sure I won’t get in trouble for this?”

“I promise I won’t tell on you,” Keishin assured you as he stuffed the keys back into his pocket and dropped his cigarette bud to the ground before crushing it with his foot. “Let’s go. I’m starving.”

Falling into pace beside Keishin as the two of you set off down the sidewalk, you following his lead, you weren’t sure exactly sure what to say or even if you should say something. Never before had you and Keishin existed outside of the store together and it felt a little awkward. 

“So . . . is this like a date or something?” You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth. What you had meant to come across as a casual inquiry ended up sounding more like a desperate girl clarifying what she meant to the boy she liked. You sounded like a child.

The corners of Keishin’s mouth curled upward and he shrugged. “Call it whatever you want.” He really didn’t seem to care one way or another. “Although, I’d be a horrible boyfriend if I didn’t take you out at least once . . . fake or not.”

You nearly choked on your spit at the use of the word ‘boyfriend’. Even though you had been pretending to date him for the purposes of changing your parents’ ideals for the past few weeks, you were still caught off guard every time Keishin referred to himself as your boyfriend—even though he was usually doing it to mock you. 

“Yeah, just awful,” you agreed halfheartedly. “Where are we going anyway?”

“This little place that I like,” he said, his answer extremely vague until he continued. “Best ramen I’ve ever had.”

After a few more minutes of walking, the two of you arrived at the place Keishin was talking about and he ordered two take-out bowls and paid for them both, insisting that you should try his regular order since you had never been there before. Not wanting to disagree because he was footing the bill, you let him do what he wanted and tailed him out to a picnic table outside like an obedient puppy. 

“It’s much too hot to eat inside,” Keishin reasoned as he plopped down on the opposite side of the picnic table from you. “Plus, it’s nice outside. Might as well enjoy the weather while it lasts, right?”

“Right.” You nodded.

While Keishin dug right into his meal, you sat still, hands in your lap, and watched him. One thing you had quickly come to realize was that Keishin was the perfect specimen for people watching, and not just because he was relatively easy on the eyes. He was an interesting person; for example, how he tucked half-smoked cigarettes behind his ear to smoke later or how he always wore a headband to keep his hair out of his face but vehemently refused to just cut his damn hair. 

Even though you bugged him about cutting his hair all the time, you secretly hoped he would continue to stand his ground and refuse because you wanted to see what he looked like with his hair down. You also wanted to run your hands through his hair—it looked soft and fluffy—but that was besides the point.

“Hey, it’s gonna get cold,” Keishin snapped you out of your thoughts, his mouth half full of ramen as he jabbed his chopsticks in your direction. “Don’t tell me you don’t like ramen. You should have said something before I ordered for both of us.”

Snapping out of your daze, you picked up your chopsticks and shook your head. “No, I like ramen.” You took a bite to prove your point. “Sorry, I was just lost in thought.”

Keishin waited for you to eat a little more before digging for your consensus. “Good, right?”

“Yeah, really good,” you agreed. “I always walk past this place but I’ve never gone inside.”

“I was the same way. It doesn’t really catch your eye, so unless you’re looking for it, it’s easy to miss,” he said. “Then one day my grandpa took me here for my birthday and I’ve been coming ever since.”

You snickered. “Popular date spot then?”

Keishin cocked a brow. “What?”

“I mean, if you come here a lot, I’m sure it’s a go-to for dates,” you continued. “It even comes with a wholesome story about how your grandpa introduced you to it. Ultimate chick magnet.”

Keishin just rolled his eyes at you. “You know, contrary to popular belief, most girls don’t like it when you take them out to eat cheap ramen on a picnic table that’s falling apart.”

You chuckled. “I wasn’t going to say anything about the table, but I’m pretty sure I have at least ten splinters in my ass by now.”

“Yeah, this thing is torture. So eat fast and then we’ll move to the park across the street or something.”

Shoveling the rest of your food into your mouth, you ate fast while Keishin stared you down, every second that passed introducing your butt to a new world of pain. As soon as you were done, Keishin took both of your take-out bowls and tossed them into a nearby trashcan.

“Well, sucks for all those other girls then, because that ramen really is amazing,” you said when Keishin returned, the two of you crossing the street and heading into the park. 

“Told you.” Keishin smiled. “I’m glad you liked it.”

Once in the park, which was empty considering it was dark out and most kids were in bed by then, the two of you picked a nearby bench that wasn’t splintering and took a seat. 

Drawing your knees up to your chest, you wrapped your arms around your legs and sighed. “Thanks for dinner.”

“Yeah, no problem.” He let his head fall back and looked up at the night sky. “Damn, I could really go for an ice cold beer right now.”

“Well, we could start heading back now if you want,” you suggested. “The beers at the store are extra chilly since I didn’t stick my head in the fridges to cool off today, despite how sweltering it was.”

Keishin laughed. “Well, thank you for that,” he drew in a deep breath and relaxed into the bench, deciding whether to get up or not. “Let’s stay here for a while longer though.”

“Okay.”

Silence fell over the two of you as you stared up at the sky and listened to the sounds of Miyagi in the evening. You tried to remember the last time you had gone out like this—just going wherever you wanted and doing whatever you wanted. You couldn’t recall the last time . . . or even if there was a last time.

Tilting your head to look at Keishin, you smiled at the sight of him sitting with his eyes closed, arms crossed behind his head and head lolled back. He looked happy, almost as peaceful as he did when he was sleeping.

“Hey,” you whispered.

Keishin cracked an eye open to look at you. “Hmm?”

“Thanks for tonight.” You breathed in the scent of the night air and a feeling of content washed over you. “As you’ve probably already figured out, I don’t really have any friends. I don’t get to go out like this very often . . . or ever, really.”

“You don’t need to thank me. It’s what boyfriends are for, right?”

You giggled. “Well, considering you’re not my real boyfriend, I think a ‘thank you’ is in order.”

“Well, you’re welcome,” he caved. “Speaking of fake boyfriends, how’s it going with your parents?”

You let out a frustrated moan. “Oh, about as well as expected. When I mentioned I was seeing someone they bombarded me with a million questions, none of which were answered to their satisfaction.”

Keishin cringed. “So I’m that bad, huh?”

You scoffed. “If you think that’s bad, you should have seen their faces when I showed them a photo of you.”

Keishin let out a laugh. “Don’t tell me they weren’t fans of the piercings?”

“Oh, they weren’t fans of anything,” you said. “I think the only positive thing they could say about you was that you had a pulse . . . no offense.”

“Eh, no worries. At least they didn’t call me a burnout . . . then I would have started crying.”

“Hey!” You smacked at his shoulder again, managing to hit your target this time. “I said I was sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t pay for my therapy.”

“Yeah, well, if you need therapy I doubt I’m the biggest reason.”

“You really are so cruel to me. Do your parents know you facilitate abusive relationships?”

You closed your eyes and shook your head. “That insinuates I’ve had past relationships, or any real ones.”

Keishin craned his neck to look at you, eyes wide. “Wait, you’ve never been in a relationship before? Like never?”

“Nope. I don’t even have any friends, so what makes you think anyone wants to date the boring girl with the crazy parents?”

Keishin looked at you like you were some wounded animal he had just found on the side of the road. You could see in his eyes he was slowly coming to terms with just how isolating your life was. You could tell he felt bad, but the last thing you wanted was his sympathy.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that,” you told him. “I’m not completely pathetic, okay? I still went through my experimental phase like most teenagers do. I just had to be very sneaky about it.”

“Sneaky?”

“You know, back of a car, other people’s houses when their parents were gone. As far as my parents know, I’m untainted . . . a precious, naive virgin. I’m just not very experienced.”

“I can imagine.” Keishin was a little thrown by the direction the conversation had taken, but you were both adults and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little curious, so he just rolled with it. “High school boys aren’t exactly known for being great in bed.”

The two of you let out a shared laugh at that. “You got that right,” you agreed. 

“So, wait, no relationships but you’ve had sex? So you’ve never been with someone you have a genuine connection with?”

You eyed Keishin, perplexed by the sudden sincerity in his words. “You didn’t peg me as someone who cares about that kind of stuff.”

“I mean, I’ve had my fair share of one night stands, sure, but I’m not completely heartless,” he said, the eye contact he was using while he spoke sending a chill down your spine. “It’s completely different when it’s someone you care about. The experience is something everyone should have at least once in their lives.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a genuine connection with anyone before,” you confessed, unsure why you were spilling some of your deepest secrets in public, on a park bench, to a man you had only known for a couple of months. “It’s kind of hard when everyone is held at an arm’s length away.”

Without warning, Keishin shifted closer to you and placed his hand on your face, the pad of his thumb ghosting over your bottom lip. “I . . . I don’t know what to say,” he breathed.

“It’s not sad, not for me at least. You can’t miss something you’ve never had,” you spoke softly, worried you might scare him away if your voice was too loud or if you made any sudden movements. “No best friends, no boyfriends. Just me, my parents, and everyone else.”

Keishin looked like he wanted to say something; in fact, he looked like he wanted to say a lot of things, but despite this, he remained silent. Maybe he was worried about offending you, or maybe he was finally understanding just how different you were from other people. Maybe he didn’t like different. 

“But now there’s you.” You flashed a small smile, hoping to draw him out of whatever mess was going on inside of his head. “I’ve never met someone like you before.”

“Someone like me?” he finally spoke.

You nodded as you placed your hand over the one he was resting on your cheek and held it. “I’m not your responsibility and yet you’re going out of your way to help me. Not to mention I don’t even deserve your help. You are the first truly selflessly kind person I’ve ever met. Thank you.”

“What if I’m not as kind as you think I am?” His hands found their way to your waist and he pulled you into his lap so you were straddling him. “What will you do then?”

“That depends on what you’re planning on doing.”

Hands running up your sides, Keishin dug his finger tips into your skin as you lowered your head toward his, mouths inches apart. “What if I took you home, laid you down, and took care of you like a boyfriend should?” You could feel his hot breath on your face as he spoke. “What if I took advantage of your lack of experience?”

“I would say thank you,” you said, inching closer. Before your lips met, however, you stopped yourself. “But I promised not to fall in love, and I think it would be awfully hard to keep my promise if you did that.” With that, you planted your hands on his shoulders and pushed yourself away from him before he could make a decision he would later regret. 

Standing up, you collected yourself and drew in a deep breath. As soon as you had detached yourself from Keishin, you could see the fog that had been clouding his judgement dissipating as he came back to his senses. 

“I should probably head home now.” You decided, not wanting to ruin the first actual friendship you had by doing something stupid and selfish. 

“Yeah.” Keishin nodded, slowly standing up as well. It was clear he was slightly embarrassed by his actions, but you also noticed the glint in his eyes that gave away the part of him that still wanted to take you home with him. 

Trying to immediately leave what had just happened in the past, you smiled and turned to start heading home, opting to take the longer way so you wouldn’t have to take the same route as Keishin. “Good night, Keishin.”

“Good night, Y/N.” You heard him call after you, but you didn’t look back at him. Instead, you kept walking, hoping the time apart would serve as a reset on your relationship and put things back to how they had been before that night.

A few weeks ago, you would have jumped at the chance Keishin had dangled in front of your face just now. But since then, you had realized he was more important to you than someone you could just throw away with a one night stand. And since there was no way the two of you could actually be together, this was the only option if you didn’t want to lose him.

If only someone had warned you that genuine connections were this complicated. 

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[kingsuckjin]

Ungodly Beast 2

⸸ Pairing: Devil! Jungkook x reader, Priest! Namjoon x reader

⸸ Rated: M (18+)

⸸ Genre: smut, horror, fluff?, angst?

⸸ Synopsis: You’d rather go to hell yourself than let the devil take your baby, even if he helped create him… even if your little boy is beginning to sprout horns.

⸸ Warnings: (may contain spoilers) death, kidnapping, kind of depression and some heavy feels, satanic symbolism, voyeurism, blowjob, fingering, unprotected sex (please wrap your ding dong before playing ping pong), more sinful shit, male masturbation, dom-ish reader, strangulation (like also not in a sexy way), dom! Jungkook, spit kink, the most dirty talk you've ever seen, fisting, fingering, dick size kink, daddy kink, degradation, impreg kink, pain kink, devil kook still looks wild, spanking, branding, choking, hair pulling, biting and scratching, blood play/blood eating, tattoo kink, really rough sex, a very jealous Jungkook, more death/murder, a very brief mention of drugs, fluffy sex, gore, a fight scene, it's just graphic and awful.

⸸ Words: 15k

⸸ Note: I’d link the first part in this fic here, but tumblr has been doing this cute little thing where if you insert a link in something then the fic won’t show up in the tags. So I very sincerely apologize for the inconvenience, but you’ll have to go through my masterlist to find part 1. Also, an anon told me that this fic goes really well with the album Too Weird to Live too Rare to die by panic at the disco, specifically the song Far too young to die, so if you're looking for something to listen too while reading this, then that would be perfect.

"What have you done?"

Those were your mother's first words after telling her you were pregnant. You had no idea how she knew, perhaps it was the worried, troubled, tired look on your face that that told her. Maybe she just sensed it, sensed the seed of half evil already taken root and growing inside of you.

You stayed silent, confirming an unspoken conclusion between you. She clutched at the rosary around her neck as her shocked, open mouth quivered and glossy tears pooled in her eyes.

"You didn't…" She whispered, "please tell me you didn't." 

Out of shame, you still didn't speak.

"How did you know?" You finally decided to ask.

"I've dealt with him before, I know the way his terrible presence feels, and now I feel it with you. I almost can't stand it." Her words both stung and made you have an unsettling feeling that crawled up your spine. Was it simply the baby she had felt? Had he marked you somehow and now it was you making her feel like this? Or was he with you? Silently watching and waiting.

"What did you give for the child?" Your mother was nearly in sobs now.

"He didn't tell me at first-" you began to try to defend yourself but your mother cut you off.

"He never does. What was it?" 

"He's taking him…" you felt the prick of tears sting your eyes now too. You had to cover your mouth quite suddenly to keep a sob from escaping. It hurt to think about, to talk about. You were afraid. "...when he turns five."

She took your hands between hers and looked you in the eyes.

"We will do everything we can, I promise. We will fight."

You nodded and attempted to blink away the tears.

"Pray with me. We can pray. God will help us, I know it." 

You nodded again as she gripped your hands firmly in hers reassuringly. She let her head fall slightly and closed her eyes prompting you to do the same.

As she started with her prayer, you began to feel a ringing in your head, the sound grew and grew until it was piercing, drowning out her words. A tsunami of nausea overtook your body so powerful you jumped up from your seat at your mother's kitchen table, knocking the chair back as you ran for the bathroom in a dizzy haze.

"Ah, they should call it all day sickness instead of morning sickness." Your mom had committed, seeming to brush it off, but you knew in your heart and deep in your soul that something was very, very wrong here.

From the moment you first saw him, you were in love. His big doe eyes, his chubby little cheeks, his soft little hands, and feet. Although he had no horns or black eyes, you tried hard not to see his father in him, which was difficult sometimes.

The worst memories for you were taking him to get baptized as a newborn. He had screamed from the moment you had entered the church and nothing you could do would calm him.

The moment the blessed holy water touched his skin, you watched as it seemed to burn and blister his infant skin in just seconds. You went out to your car in the church parking lot, 

calmed him the best you could before strapping him into his car seat, and you cried.

You cried because while he seemed to be a normal little baby, your son, the baby you feed with your own body, sing to, bathe, and love, you were occasionally reminded of what he was and that you might only have him for a very short time.

He still whimpered in the back seat just as you did in the front. Guilt and sadness and fear prompted you to get out of the car and into the back seat where you unfastened him as his pout only worsted your feelings. You took his small body in your arms and held him to your chest. Your nose snuggled into his mess of fluffy dark hair.

"I love you. No ones ever going to take you away from me. I don't care what you are, you're my son more than anything." You let your tears fall onto his head.

That wasn't the scariest thing you had been through though. The worst was the nightmares.

The first was just under a month after he had been born. You had sat up in your bed covered in sweat, the house felt like an oven. Your heart was beating hard even before you had heard it coming through the baby monitor.

Singing.

It sounded high and angelic along with the happy coos of your son. As your groggy mess faded with the race of your heart you also realized it was in a language you not just couldn't understand, but had never heard anything like it before.

It took no time at all for you to practically leap from your bed, and dash from your room and down the hall to your son's room.

As you pushed his door open you saw him. You felt like your heart was beating in your throat now as you saw him with his back to you holding your son, bathed in only the moonlight that the sheer curtains of the nursery let in.

The singing had turned to a soft hum. You realized how wrong you were upon pinning his voice like an angel. You saw the horns sprouting from his wavy hair that dangled as he looked down at the baby in his arms.

You wanted to scream, you wanted to fight, you wanted to do anything to save your baby and keep him from being taken away from you. He was a newborn, it wasn't even time.

You couldn't do anything though, and you didn't know why.

Horrifyingly you found yourself yet again drawn to him, in awe at his presence.

"You can't…" you managed to choke out.

"I will." He didn't turn as he spoke to you. After he spoke, you woke up.

You couldn't sleep very long for months after that nightmare. 

There was no denying by age two and a half that he looked more like his father. There was also no denying the little bumps you found while brushing his shaggy hair that sat on the top of his head under his skin. Most mothers would be concerned, wonder if their child had gotten hurt, and bumped their head a few times. But you just sat there frozen, feeling the bumps. You knew what they were, they were his father's claim to him, they were forming horns.

"Mommy okay?" Your son noticed your strange and oddly still demeanor as the hairbrush dropped from your hands onto the bathroom tile where you sat. 

That's when it hit you the hardest. Your baby was halfway there. Halfway gone. All you had done so far was helplessly try to deny the fact that he was coming for him. He would take your little boy and drag him to hell if you didn't do something to fight this, find some way, something, someone to help you.

"Mommy?" your son had turned around and was now reaching for your cheeks to smush with his hands like you often did him. His face read of concern and question. Your heart melted at his little gesture. You took in his sweet little face again, his little two front teeth poked out just a little. You couldn't help but squish his face gently right back.

"Mommy's okay." You tried to reassure him the best you could, and it seemed to work. Lucky for you toddlers were sweetly gullible.

The moment you got free time you sent a text to your mom telling her you'd be dropping her grandson off at her house tomorrow, you didn't wait for a reply as you already knew she would jump at any chance to see her grandson whenever she could.

You then made a very important series of phone calls.

"Thank you, thank you so much for meeting with me today on such short notice father-" 

"Father Namjoon or just Namjoon is fine." He interrupted. "And don't mention it, I'm here to help. You mentioned problems with your child?"

You took a deep breath and let your face finally show the worry you felt, your bouncing foot on the floor let out your anxiety. You sat there in his office at this tiny church. Worried he would throw you out the moment you told him the truth about what was going on.

Father Namjoon sat across the big worn wooden desk from you and waited patiently for you to further explain. Behind him on the wall was a massive cross along with pictures with him and maybe members of the church pinned to the wall.

" I'm afraid I didn't tell you everything over the phone because… well, every priest I've called said I was crazy and hung up on me after I told them." You admitted and watched as his body language changed with his growing attention.

"But father Namjoon, I swear on my son's life that what I'm about to tell you is the truth. My son is no trouble, but his father is. See, I would've brought my son in today, but he gets these… headaches and nosebleeds in churches." 

You watched his reaction carefully, he curiously tilted his head.

"Go on…" he urged.

"Because his father… is… the devil."

Namjoon gave you a nod of understanding that was far too casual for the words you said.

"I have proof." You defended before he could even think to refute your claim.

"I believe you." 

"What?" You asked thinking maybe you were only hearing what you wanted to.

"Listen," he leaned forward so that his arms rested on his desk. "He's real. I know he's real. The nervousness in your voice and you say you have proof… you seem perfectly sane to me. When can I meet with your son? Would your home be alright?"

"What are you doing right now? He's with my mother right now."

"Let's go." He said with sureness and no thinking time behind it.

He followed your car to your mother's home. You watched as he got out of his car and just stood there in the driveway, staring at the home.

"Something wrong father?" You asked as he brought forth the cross around his neck and clutched it tightly.

"I can feel him."

"My son? My mom says the same thing about him. We just assume he carries the same feeling as-"

"Not your son, the devil. He's here." 

Your heart began to race at the thought of encountering him again. Maybe you had gotten in over your head by asking a priest to see him, but you had to do something.

"Your cross." You stopped father Namjoon as he started to walk towards the door. "I'm sorry but you can't have it near him. My mother had to take down all of hers when he was born." 

His eyes seemed to shift around nervously before finally taking off his cross and putting it in his car.

"No worries." He gave you a reassuring smile. 

You expected more upon entering the house, not just for your son to casually be sitting there watching tv.

You and your mother had exchanged silent, nervous glances upon her letting you in and seeing the priest.

"Hey buddy, someone wants to talk to you." You knelt down and told your son but he seemed to ignore you.

Your mom turned off the tv, but it didn't seem to affect him.

"Touch his head." You whispered to Namjoon.

He stepped forward and crouched on the floor.

"Hey, little guy! What kind of show were you watching?" He placed his hand on your son's head to pat it but quickly retracted it.

"Don't touch me." your son spoke clearly and firmly. His speech was nothing like his normal, broken toddler way of talking.

You looked at Namjoon who still looked shocked by something, it had to be the growing horns.

"Daddy said don't touch me." Your son spoke again perfectly as if he were a few years older.

Daddy said

"Oh my go-" you couldn't help but let out at his words. Had his father been around this whole time? Just watching him… and you?

"I won't touch you, I promise. Could you turn around for me?"

Your son did as he was asked and faced the priest, looking up at him with wide, almost terrified eyes.

“Can I show him your back?” you asked knowing he would let you touch him before he would a priest. Your son nodded but seemed confused. 

You lifted the side of his shirt and showed Namjoon the mark spread along the ribs. The upside-down thick, black cross.

“Quite a birthmark you have there.” Namjoon joked with the boy.

“His father has the same one."

Namjoon stood to his feet which prompted you to do the same.

"Can we talk?" His eyes flickered towards the front door.

"Yeah of course." 

"Possibly off the property?" He added and you gave him a nod.

“I'll be back” you assured your mother as you left with the priest.

He led you to his car before asking if you wanted to get a coffee and told you he needed it after what he had just seen and felt. You understood and agreed.

He continued to apologize on the short drive there, but again you understood his need to process this.

It wasn't until after you both had gotten your drinks and sat down in a quiet corner of the shop that he began to talk openly.

“I’m still not sure what to think of all this, but I know you're not lying. He looks like him. My…” he let out a sigh as he played with a pink packet of sugar. “My grandmother had a run-in with him once, never said why or how, but she described him and the way his presence felt. I just don’t think it's your child making me feel that way. I really need to ask what happened between you and...his...father.”

“I-um..I…” you too took a deep breath and decided to explain everything as detailed as you could from summoning him, to only having a few years left with your son. You felt ashamed as you explained to this priest how you had slept with the devil.

Namjoon didn't seem to judge you though, as a matter of fact, he looked sympathetic. He seemed so sweet, kind, and understanding.

“I’m not sure what I can do here,” he told you and reached across the table to place his hand on yours “but I promise to do the best I can. I will do what I can to help protect your family and son.”

You felt the honesty and sincerity in his words, it felt so comforting to you.

“It’s going to be hard, I can just tell he doesn't want me there. I don't know if it’s because I’m a man or because I’m a priest. Let me ask you a rather personal question, have you dated at all since your son was born?”

“No.” you shook your head “I don’t want anyone getting attached to my son because I just don't know what's going to happen. Also, I’m afraid…he might do something. I just… I don't want to put anyone else into this that doesn't need to be.” that part hurt you too, you just felt so lonely on top of it all. “I've had no one to turn to with all of this except my mother.”

“Well, you have me now, okay? You don't have to feel alone anymore. We can solve this together.”

Namjoon had come up with a plan to meet with your son every other day, and at the end of the week, he would meet with only you and talk over the progress, if he had made any at all.

Just a few months in, there was a difference. It seemed his method of slowly introducing god and holy objects such as crosses were beginning to work, he no longer got headaches and nosebleeds around them, and his horns while still little bumps under his skin, they had stopped growing. That also happened to be the month your mother got very very sick. No matter how many times Namjoon came and prayed over her, she still continued to just slip away until she was gone.

And now you had no one but Namjoon.

The day after she passed away was the hardest. Your son was still too small to fully grasp the concept of death, but he still cried about his grandmother never getting to play with him again.

You had waited until you had put him to bed and he had fallen asleep to pour yourself a glass of wine and just cry.

Nothing could distract you from the pain, from the heavy misery, not even the pouring rain and house shaking thunder.

You had turned off all of the lights, the only thing that would occasionally light the room was the lightning.

You felt so alone, more alone than you've felt in your life. You tried hard to sense him, but he just didn't seem there. The one time you felt so desperate and alone, his presence didn't loom over you. 

“I hate you,” you spoke out loud. “If you can hear me I hate you. I hate that you've done this to me, I hate that you took her from me and your son. Are you really watching over your son or do you just love to see me suffer? Do you love to see me alone? Huh?” anger coursed through you as you talked to the walls “Answer me!” you yelled a little too loudly and worried that you would wake your son up so you decided to be quiet.

The desperation and loneliness felt like it was suffocating you, you had to do something.

You felt pathetic calling him up this late, but once you heard his voice you already felt better.

“Hey, how are you hanging in there?” 

“Not good Namjoon.” you sniffled “I-I just feel so alone, so in over my head. All the things my mom has done for me I just…” you did your best to hold back tears.

“Do you want me there? Is it alright if I come over so you don't have to feel alone?”

“Please?” Your plea was squeaky and weak.

“I’ll leave right now okay? It's just important to remember that you're not alone. God is with you.”

“Thank you. I don't know what I would have done this past few months without you.”

“Please, don't mention it.”

You don't know how it got here. You had only had a half a glass of wine in total, and a two-hour deep conversation and now you had pulled him into your room and you were ripping off each other’s clothes as if they were tainted.

“Fuck me” you tossed your shirt to the floor and pressed your lips back to his with ferocity. He sharply exhaled through his nose at how turned on he was by your demand, although you could feel it through his underwear. 

“You sure?” he mumbled into your lips. You let out a hum into his before sinking to your knees.

“Fuck.” he muttered, mesmerized as you pulled his underwear, letting it fall at his feet and letting his cock loose.

You let little time pass between the moment you saw his cock and putting it into your mouth. You were hungry for touch, for affection, for sex, for companionship, and you were sure to show that in the form of his dick in your throat. It was as if somehow you hoped it could fill that strange void that had existed in you for far too long.

He thrust in tandem with your head bobbing while letting out groans and sharp breaths of pleasure that just told you that it had been a while for him too. 

Thunder rolled in your dark room as you suppressed a gag and let your spit dribble down your chin. You were dripping with need at just the thought of sex.

As a brief flash of lightning lit the room, you swore you saw him in the chair in the corner of the room, legs crossed, watching you.

Could it have just been your imagination playing tricks on you? Could you have been just thinking about him? Was it what you wanted to see?

You closed your eyes as you took Namjoon deeper into your throat, letting the tip of your nose connect with his thin patch of pubes.

His hands tangled in the back of your hair.

"Can- can we have sex? Please? This feels too good to take this anymore." 

You took him from your mouth and got into the bed on all fours. He took a moment to take your body and pose in for a moment, but once his brain seemed to function again he got behind you on the bed.

His fingers ran down the skin of your back almost making you shiver.

He yanked your underwear down around your thighs and ran his fingers along your soaking folds.

"No teasing, fuck me."

You heard an almost inaudible moan behind you before feeling his tip at your entrance.

The feeling of him slowly sinking into you, filling you, felt so nice after so long.

"Be rough with me."

"O-okay." He stammered and grabbed the back of your hair to pull on as he began slamming into you.

The skin of his thighs slapped at the meat of your ass over and over, but it somehow just wasn't enough.

"Harder, call me names." 

"I won't- I can't call you names." He panted his refusal.

Thank god he was behind you so he couldn't see you rolling your eyes.

"Stop stop, stop." 

His hips quit moving at once.

"Lay on your back." You had had enough and wanted to take this into your own hands.

One he pulled out and played down you straddled his hips, reaching down to guide his cock into your entrance before sinking down on it.

The moment you slowly moved your hips with him buried inside of you he began to moan. You picked up his hands and placed them on your breasts.

"What do you think, father?" Your voice dripped with seduction as you clenched around him.

"You're so- oh god- so beautiful." 

"Wrong answer." You stilled your hips making him scramble for the right words.

"Your pussy is so wet… just for me." 

"All for you." You began to move your hips again with the answer that satisfied you. Possibly to make sure they didn't stop again his hands drifted down to your hips to move them faster on his own. You couldn't help the loud moan that slipped out of your mouth at him taking control just a little.

"You take my dick so well." 

"Fuck fuck." You chanted, moving your hips faster, feeling so close to losing it. You couldn't lie, the thought of him being a priest was really about to get you off right now.

"Such a bad girl." He murmured. Maybe he felt the same.

"Does it feel good being in the same cunt as the devil has been?" You teased.

You swore you heard a very short, unamused chuckle from somewhere in the room. 

"Fuck yes, fuck I'm so close." He aggressively moved your hips now, his fingers digging into your flesh and finally making you cum.

"Up up" 

You got off of him fast and watched ad his hand went around his cock to give it a few short jerks. His thick cum spurted from the tip. Coating his hand and shaft.

"I'll get you something to clean that up with." You climbed off of him as he quickly nodded.

"Darliiiiing" 

You felt a hand on your thigh that woke you from your sleep.

"Wake up, I need you." Your face contorted in confusion at Namjoon's words.

"Too tired." You muttered into your pillow.

"But I'm so hard for you." His deep voice whispered in your ear sending tingles through your body.

"All I can think about is your wet little cunt of yours. I'll do whatever you want me to darling." His hand ghosted up your back until it came around and reached your neck where he left it

"Mmm." You hummed in satisfaction as you rotted your ass into his once again hard dick.

"You like that? Hm?" His voice was so thick and rough with sleep. "What if I squeezed just a little?" His fingers tightened slightly around your throat.

You were more than ready now for round two, it seemed he had found some courage between when you fucked earlier and now.

"Who does your pussy belong to, darling?" 

"You." You whispered mixed with a moan. You needed him back inside of you so badly that you ached for it.

"You lying whore." His grip on your throat tightened, so much that it became almost impossible to breathe.

You struggled against his grip and tried to pry his hand from your throat.

"Your body and cunt belongs to the devil. Evil courses through your blood." You could hear the hate in his voice through his gritted teeth.

You tried to kick at him, hit him, but you could feel the tightness in your face and brain from lack of blood flow and oxygen.

"Stop, please." You attempted to choke out as your vision grew hazy.

"You belong in hell too." 

You thrashed until there was no more pressure on your throat, your hands and feet collided with nothing.

You sat up in your bed covered in sweat. You were alone and once again your room was as hot as the pits of hell themselves.

You picked up your phone from the nightstand, almost blinding yourself with the light from it as you checked the time. 

Namjoon had left hours ago. He had left upon your request.

"What the fuck." You sighed as you flopped back into your bed.

As you laid there the weight of reality seemed to feel heavier and heavier on your chest, crushing.

Your mother was dead, you had fucked a priest, the devil wouldn't leave you alone, and you had very little time before your son was gone forever.

Your bedroom felt too large, too spacious for your lonely body just as all of your problems did. Would you end up sucked into it all? Eaten alive? Was there any point in fighting at all?

You swallowed down the lump in your throat but it was no use. You couldn't stop the tears that filled your eyes and leaked into your hairline as you stared up at your ceiling.

"Please" your word brought forth your sobs in the empty room "make it stop. I'll do anything but give up my son, just make it stop."

You couldn't help it, for weeks after your dream you felt weird around Namjoon. The rational part of your brain knew he wouldn't hurt you, although you still denied any little advances he made. It did fade, and once he took you out to dinner and you let him put his hand on your knee, but he was careful not to overstep boundaries.

You thought about calling him one night as you laid there sleepless in your bed. You don’t know how you had gotten so turned on but your body felt so hot with need.

You tried to just roll over and go to bed, but your sensitive clit throbbed along with your heartbeat as if begging you to touch it. Sny motion you made at all only made things worse until you gave in.

You pulled up your oversized sleep shirt and shoved a hand down your panties. You paused a moment as you realized that it wasn't just getting off you needed, but contact with someone.

You went to reach for your phone on the nightstand, but your hand didn't even meet it before you froze.

"Don't." It was a command.

Your eyes flashed to him sitting in the chair in the corner of the room, just like you thought you had seen him a month ago with Namjoon.

You quickly pulled your hand from your underwear and sat up with your mouth agape.

"Did you miss me, darling?" His horns tilted as his head did.

"Get out of my fucking house and leave me and my son alone!" You growled, clutching your shorts angrily in your fists.

"Why? So you can fuck that priest again?" He held up his index finger, slightly shaking it making a tsk-ing sound. 

"Why does it matter to you what I do?" Your voice was stone cold.

He narrowed his eyes at you and leaned forward in the chair with a smirk. You couldn't stop yourself from thinking how regal and utterly beautiful he looked. He looked far more casual this time in a black t-shirt and jeans, but nonetheless majestic and powerful.

"You must've forgotten. That's alright, I wouldn't mind reminding you. I'm not here for our son, don't worry, not just yet."

"Then let's talk about that." 

"Talk?" He gave a little smile "we can talk. Come here." 

Although you wanted to, almost needed to, you stayed in your bed.

"Then feel free to keep going… unless you want some help."

"Tell me why you're here." You demanded.

"I'm here to save you. You called me."

"I didn't." You argued.

He beckoned you over once more as he stood from the chair. You got out of bed this time and stepped closer.

"You've done nothing but try to get my attention for months. Don't argue, you know I'm right. I can hear it again, that delicate little heart of yours fluttering when you see me." He reached a hand out for you, you took it, it was just so warm in yours. You let him pull you in until your back faced his chest with his hands on your sides.

"You called me, see?" You closed your eyes as he whispered to you, your bodies swayed together in a nonexistent song. It felt as though he was pulling you deeper into a trance, and you let yourself go.

"Does that heartbeat for me? Do you live for me? Do you want me?" You felt his nose graze your neck, the hot air from his worst trailing behind it. You had dreams of this moment for years. His whispers, his touch, the way he made you feel drunk and hypnotized you, the way he made you feel whole.

"Yes." You couldn't lie, everything but the truth had melted away, you couldn't feel or speak much else. You were weak for him, weaker than you remembered.

"Then are you mine?"

"Yes." You answered once more.

"I'll talk to you my love, about whatever your heart desires. First, tell me what it is you want from me." He whispered as you felt him grip the hem of your sleep shirt at your thighs. His hands brushed your skin. You continued to sway with him, eyes closed, worried that if you opened your eyes that this would all be a dream, worried that if you looked at him you'd fall deeper.

You didn't want to say it, you didn't want to admit you wanted him right now. He had done so much to you. Your internal struggle was hard, you wanted him desperately, yet he had done so much to you and your family. Even your closed eyes couldn't hold back the tears that escaped.

"Why did you take her?" A single son escaped but you shut it down, you refused to show all of your weakness.

To your surprise, he gently shushed you.

"Darling, I didn't take her. Her soul was never mine to take. I don't decide who lives and dies, it was just her time."

You were stunned, why was he comforting you? Why did it feel so good?

"Please don't take our son, he's alI have now, he-"

"I've thought about so many things. We can talk later, no tricks, no lies. You don't need to worry. Just let them all fall away and tell me what you want."

You bit your lip as you felt his cock begin to twitch beside you.

"You already know I want you." Your voice was a soft, weak whisper.

"Yes, but do you want me to hold and comfort you? You've been struggling so much with that. Perhaps you want my cock buried so deep inside of you that it hurts. Or maybe you just want me to pump that belly full of a second baby." 

His hand slid into your panties as you let out a gasp of excitement. Every nerve in your body felt hypersensitive, so when he slid his finger over your slit you cried out for him.

"All of it. Please, I want it all." 

"What a greedy, needy little bitch. Did that boring god loving freak not satisfy you?" He teased as his finger dipped into your folds and teased at your clit.

"N-no." You stammered.

"You didn't look like you were having much fun, not until you saw me at least." He seemed so amused by it. "I'm a little mad you let him poorly use you like that" he seemed to growl making slight fear go down your spine. "Who fucks you better? Who has a bigger dick?" His finger circling your clit picked up speed with the ferocity of his words.

"You." Your breath was already short.

"Tonight, prove to me that you're mine, that you're devoted, that you'll do whatever it takes for me, And I'll show you I'm yours." 

This wasn't happening, you couldn't believe the words he had just softly said into your neck. Your disbelief was cut off by your quickly approaching orgasm. You let out a whine as your knees turned to rubber, you would've fallen had he not have been holding you tightly against him.

"That's it darling, let me have you, let go for me." Your orgasm exploded through you like a bomb and all you could do was whine.

"Such a good girl." He still held you tightly and placed light kisses on your neck and collarbone as he took his tattooed hand from the front of your panties.

You let out a small shriek when he picked you up and carefully set you on the bed. He could've broken you in half right then and there, if he wanted to.

"On all fours, ass facing me." 

You hurried into position for him, and for a while, you felt nothing until you felt the fiery sting of a slap along a cheek.

You sucked in a breath.

"What's the matter baby, can't take it for me?"

He was so wrong, you loved it.

"I'll take whatever you give me." Your words were followed by the pleasure of another slap.

"Fuck it." He muttered and suddenly you were dragged by your legs onto his lap where he positioned you over it.

"Take anything for me, huh? We'll see about that." The slaps kept coming until your ass felt raw. You arched your ass up for him as you let out a needy whine.

"You're so fucking wet, it's everywhere. Do you want me to touch you? Is that what you're whining for?" 

You let out another whine.

"Say it."

"Please touch me. I want you to touch me." 

"I'll give you what you want." You knew that tone he used, it was the tone of having something else planned.

His fingers immediately sunk into your core.

"You're wetter than I thought, I could slide whatever I wanted into you so effortlessly." 

You could hear the sounds of his coated fingers working you too.

"Whatever you want." You replied hoping it was his cock, but you knew better at this point.

"My love, I'm going to absolutely fucking ruin you."

You went to reply but suddenly felt the slight stretch and sting of more fingers entering you.

"Ahhhh." You let out but backed up further onto his hand, still wanting more.

"What a good little whore, look at you riding my hand and taking it all for me." 

You loved the pain, and he gave it to you like no one else could. You were already ruined for anyone else, but he didn't know that.

His hand felt so deep inside of you that you swear you could feel it in your stomach.

"Harder." You begged,  and he obliged.

"You like me filling you like this, slut? I'm going to stretch your pussy so well for my big cock."

You continued to rock backward in tandem with his movements, it didn't take long at all until you were almost there, panting and gripping the sheets.

He stopped and slowly pulled his hand from your cunt, leaving you feeling more hollowed out than a pumpkin.

You left his lap and looked at him just in time to see his shirt come off. His body was just as beautiful as you remembered it, something of pure art and fantasy combined. Tattooed, muscular, and smooth you just wanted to lick every single inch of him, you had to.

You climbed back into his lap and pushed him back while you leaned forward and placed your lips to the very warm flesh of his collarbone. Your lips made their way down slowly to his nipples and enveloped one in your mouth.

"Ah." A sound of surprise and pleasure came from him, and you loved it, you loved that you could make him feel that way, you wanted more.

You took your mouth from his chest and crawled backward until you sat between his legs.

You undid his pants and pushed his underwear down along with him. You had almost forgotten just how massive his cock was. It was veiny and the tip was a blushed shade of pink that made your mouth water.

You spit in both your hands and wrapped them both around his shaft.

You slid your spit slicked hands over his leaking head before slowly bringing then down to the base.

"Faster darling. Don't play with me." He threatened with a grunt. You did as he asked and even added your mouth.

His hands tangled tightly in your hair at once.

It was hard to take him even halfway into your mouth without you gagging around his size and thickness filling your throat.

As you sucked his dick, you stared at the three black sixes on his lower stomach and watched as they moved as his muscles flexed.

"What I wouldn't give to cum down your throat right now."

You moaned around his cock at the desperation and lust in his voice.

"So fucking good for me. You suck my cock so well with your little whore mouth." He gripped your hair tighter but still not enough to hurt.

Him lying there, moaning and groaning as you pleased him made you all the more impossibly wet, you could feel it as you squeezed your thighs together.

"Please come here." He asked as he released your hair and sat up.

As you let his cock leave your mouth and too sat up only for him to lift and drag you onto his lap once again. He reached down and guided his cock into your entrance.

As you lowered yourself onto him he made a noise that should've stopped your heart.

It was a moan and a sigh all at once, he combined that with dropping his head onto your shoulder. The fullness and warmth of his cock inside of you, every little move he made, he was all just too much. How could you survive something like this a second time, especially with being this close to him.

He didn't move even an inch for a moment, not until he lifted his head off of your body and peered at you with those inky black eyes through his just as inky dark hair.

His net movements were fast, rough, and hard. He grabbed your hair from behind, forcing your head as far back as it could go without breaking anything. Your chest was arched towards him and he used it to his advantage by taking a nipple into his mouth as he bucked his hips into you quickly. All you could do was grip his shoulders for dear life as he fucked into you, fingernails sinking deeper and deeper into his muscular flesh the closer he pushed you to your high.

You felt the little sharp sting of him pinching your nipple between his teeth. You couldn't help but fall completely apart as you moaned out the filthiest curse words that you could.

Once he let your hair go and you could properly look at him, you saw beads of dark liquid forming on his shoulders. Your nails and grip had drawn blood, real human blood.

All you could do was stare. He bled just like you, he was vulnerable just like you, just like anyone else.

"Hm?" He caught your staring but seemed confused.

"I-I hurt you. I'm sorry." You furrowed your eyebrows with guilt.

He laughed, it was a real laugh, not a teasing one, not an unamused snort. His nose crinkled and his more prominent two front teeth were made more visible.

"It didn't hurt, I didn't even know you did it." He tried to get a look at the little droplets himself before wiping one away with his finger to show there was no mark left, he had somehow healed.

Each fleeting glimpse of his humanity vanished as soon as you spotted it.

His dick was beginning to soften inside of you despite him not getting off yet.

"Did you want to kiss it and make it better for me?" His voice was seductively playful and you couldn't tell if he was joking or not until he brought his blood-smeared fingertips to your lips.

You looked him in the eyes as you took them into your mouth and sucked them clean. He looked satisfied and you could feel his dick twitch back to life inside of you, showing you how much he liked that. Without a second thought, you attached your mouth to his shoulder and began to lick and cuck at the blood droplets where the wounds once were. The moment reminded you of when you were a child and they told you that wine was the blood of Christ, except this was so much better. You wanted to show him you were willing to take him in any way possible, to submit to every desire he had.

He pushed his now hard cock as far as it would go into you.

"I want to do something to you." He whispered as he continued to slowly thrust.

"Do it." Your reply was fast.

"It's going to hurt you." He added.

"Do it."

“I will. For now, shut up and bounce on my cock, slut.” his tattooed hand grabbed throat “ and you better fucking ride it harder and faster than you did that stupid Jesus loving freak.” his face read of disgust.

“Yes daddy,” you replied trying to hide the smirk at the satisfaction on his face from you calling him that.

He dropped his hand from your neck and you began to move your hips as he laid back. You would normally start slow, but you let him have it. Everything about him was incomparable to anyone you’ve ever slept with.

“Fuck, like that baby.” His hair was messy, his eyes were squeezed shut and his tattoo that looked like a snake that wrapped around his torso almost looked like it was slithering. 

“You like that daddy? I took every inch of your big cock just for you.” you loved the power over him that he was letting you have and you were going to make sure you got to enjoy it.

His hand shot to your hip and he squeezed.

“I swear If you fucking make me cum right now you’ll fucking pay for it,” he grunted obviously trying to hold back seeing as his hand was digging into your skin as if it was the last lifeline between him and losing it.

“Don’t you want to cum in my pussy daddy? Fill it full of cum and watch it drip out of me?” you continued to tease him and bring him even closer as you jackhammered up and down on his rock hard dick.

“Fuck, this is your last damn warning bitch.” his jaw was clenched, but it was too late, you were already falling apart on top of him, once again saying the dirtiest shit you could as he shuttered under you, barely hanging on as he watched you cum.

You paused, breathing heavily for a moment of rest, but it didn't last long. He was pulling out of you and throwing you face down on the bed, holding your hands by the wrists behind your back.

“I fucking told you, didn’t I?” 

“Sorry, dadd-”

“Did I say you could speak bitch?”

He wasn’t even inside you anymore but you’re empty walls clenched as you let out a small moan onto the bed sheets.

“Now let’s see just how fucking much you’re willing to take. Be good for me darling.”

You were scared but excited at the same time, the adrenaline that coursed through your veins was nothing like you’ve ever felt before.

“Yes daddy.”

“Don’t fucking move.”

You listened and stayed completely still.

You felt his hand cover the back of your neck. It got warmer and warmer until it felt searingly hot, it was burning your skin. You bit down on your lip so hard it had to have left a bruise just to keep from screaming. There was no way of stopping the whimpers that came from you in the few seconds that his hand was on your skin.

“There,” he said and sounded as though he was admiring his work before releasing your body and letting you sit up. By the time you sat up though, the pain was entirely gone as if it had never even happened.

“It’s the mark, to match.” you knew he meant that he had just branded you with an upside-down cross to match his and your son’s. You were too busy noticing the wetness on your cheeks and wondering where they had come from to concentrate on this strange sentimental moment.

You felt something warm roll down your cheek and lifted a hand to wipe away what you now realized were tears, but he gently grabbed your wrist.

With his other hand went to your chin and guided your head to face him.

You were met face to face with him, his dark eyes peering into yours and also assessing your wet cheeks.

Both hands now went to your cheeks and his thumbs wiped over the wet mess on your skin. 

He was trying to dry your tears.

“I’m sorry I hurt you.” his voice was quiet. It was a glimmer of sincerity, a splinter of sweetness.

“I didn’t even feel it.” you joked but he didn’t buy it or laugh, instead he just continued to stare into your eyes with both hands on your face.

He leaned in so slowly, head tilting slightly and his lips met yours so gently. Your eyes closed and pressed your lips harder into his.

It was a sweet kiss but it held the strength and intensity of being punched in the stomach.

Your hands came up to roam the back of his shaggy, dark hair but your mind was elsewhere.

You imagined him as an average man, your son as a normal little boy, you imagined a family. Cuddling on the couch, touching him whenever you pleased, your son being able to play with his father, your life with him would never grow dull. However, your daydreams were dashed as your hand accidentally met with a horn. 

What was wrong with you? You knew these things were stupid and unattainable, he was unattainable. Although you had known this fact from the start, here you were sleeping with him again. He fucked you over so hard, he was pure evil and you knew it, but yet here you were falling for him even harder. To be fair though, was there a soul living or dead that could resist him, that ever has been able to?

You pulled away, his hands left your face.

He looked at you with wide eyes, he looked almost shocked, scared. There was some kind of very deep feeling moment between the both of you, some kind of wordless exchange of revelations. 

A million things you wanted to say to him flooded your mind at this moment. There were so many things you wanted answers to ”Do you know how miserable I was? Do you know what it felt like waiting for you in fear the entire time? Do you know how much I hate not being able to hate you? Do you know how bad it hurts me seeing your face in my son’s? Do you know how badly you ruined my entire adult life? Do you know how hurtfully perfect you look? Do you know how lucky and cursed I feel all at once? Do you feel any weight for the things you've done to me and my family?” but you were too scared this moment would end, that he would never come back, that he would take your son and leave. You wanted to cry, but you pushed the entire internal war out of your mind, you boxed it all away just to not ruin this moment.

During your thoughts and your stares at one another, his face had softened and his eyebrows furrowed.

“Y/n” you realized that it was the first time he had ever spoken your name out loud, and as beautiful as it had sounded coming from his lips, you didn't want to hear it spoken so guilt filled. “I’m so sor-”

"Are you going to make me cum again or not?" You broke the silence, and he seemed thrown off for a moment. You didn't know what he was apologizing for, but you didn't want to know. Not only did you want to shut this sad moment down just to have the fun back, but something inside of you hurt to hear and see him like this.

An expression you were familiar with him having flickered onto his face, a smirk. It relieved you and set the fire in your body back alight.

He tackled you with his hands wrapped around you. You were flesh to flesh, his lips moving to the space above your breasts, sucking hard before moving onto another are.

“Dont fuck anyone else.” it wasn't sharp like his normal demands, it was almost as if he was asking you not to without making it into a real question.

You almost snorted as he continued making an army of marks that continued to trail lower and lower.

You almost snorted sarcastically.

“Then who the Hell am I supposed to fuck?”

“Me, fuck me.”

You did sarcastically laugh at this one. 

“Don't laugh at me.” he said defensively before sucking a new place by your belly button.

“What? Every few years you’ll swing by and I just have to wait until then?”

“No. Are you even enjoying this anymore or have you now set your focus on calling me out?” he looked up at you with an arched brow.

“Calling you out seems more fun right now.” you were only half joking, all of that hurt hfrom earlier was now festering back up to the surface upon hearing his stupid lies.

“I told you I’d talk, and I will. Trust me.” he sat up and looked down at you.

“I’ve trusted you before and that was shitty.” you argued.

“Then why the fuck are you fucking me now? Why the fuck are you letting me mark you? Why the fuck are you telling me you belong to me?” he shot back.

“BECAUSE I WANT TO PRETEND YOU'RE NOT… NOT...I DON’T KNOW...THE ACTUAL FUCKING DEVIL!” you whisper yelled at him through clenched teeth.

He came down over you and looked you in the eyes for a moment with such a look you thought he might kill you, but instead his voice was quiet and calm.

“If you think I’m incapable of feeling then you’re wrong, you're dead wrong. If I didn’t feel, then why would I want my son? Why have I been watching him grow, watching you love and take care of him and doing my best not to interfere with your time with him. I may not be mortal but I have feelings, I have empathy. Do you understand the shit I have to see and be in charge of? Do you know what it feels like to just want something so pure in good while living in something so fucked? Watching you and our son has been the only sliver of heaven that I’ve ever been able to have.” his arms were shaking as he held himself over you. You had never seen his body show any signs of tiredness or weakness, even his wounds had healed right up. He was shaken talking about this and it was obvious.

It hit you hard. Why would he want to take him? Why did all of this just make sense?

“So please, don’t take this away from me right now. Let me make you cum again, let me just have this for a little longer and we can talk.”

You were stunned. He had felt the same way, he wanted to drag this out just as much as you did, he wanted to cherish this. The question now in the air was, if you both wanted to be together, then why couldn't you?

You yanked him by the hair, forcing his lips to collide with yours. Your tongue clashed with his split one, but it no longer surprised you or made you nervous. While little about him was normal, what was normal anyway? From the moment you saw him as he really was you had thought he was perfect, so why until now had you been wishing for him to be the man you first saw at the bar? Was it because the puzzle piece of his humanity had been missing in an otherwise perfect puzzle?

Your teeth gnashed together as if you were young, new lovers blooming with anticipation, as if you had never touched before now, despite fucking for god knows how long already.

He bit at your already sore lip you had bitten down on, but he wasn't harsh.

“I want you.” you told him meaning more than just how he took it. He reached between both of you and pushed himself into your already abused core, you winced from the ache and the sensitivity.

“Close your eyes” his voice was so quiet you almost didn't hear his instruction.

You closed them though.

“Now imagine me like you.”

“Why?” you asked.

“Humor me.” 

You did, you imagined him like he was the night of the bar, like you had thought of him earlier.

“Now run your hands through my hair.”

With your eyes still closed, you felt for his hair before coming them through the soft, wavy strands. Your eyes opened just to make sure what you were feeling was correct. As you looked at his hornless head, his brown eyes looked down at you. Now you properly looked him in the eyes and now that you could see his irises, you knew now that he was looking right at you, not just at you though. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen with a small smile of amusement.

“I just wanted to have this moment with you, like you. I thought it would mean something to you to not have to look into cold, black pits.” 

The man looking and speaking to you right now was not the devil, he wasn't horrible or evil but neither was the man he was before but you were yet to know why he did the things he did.

You lifted your neck this time to kiss him and his lips chased yours as you laid back onto the pillow. He once again slowly began to thrust, short breaths and quiet moans escaped you both. Your legs entangled around his hips, angling your own body so he could hit just the right place.

“Be with me.” his voice shook as he continued to thrust “I’ll do anything.” he sounded just so weak as if he were pleading.

“I’m already yours, don't pretend you don't know that.”

“Let's have a family then, I’ll stay.” he rested his forehead on top of yours, his eyes were closed, hips still moving hard cut slow as if with each powerful but passionate thrust was a chance to convince you to be with him.

“As-” you could feel yourself coming closer and struggling harder to catch your breath. “As long as you stay.” You knew it, if he went away, if you lost him tonight, nothing would ever feel this good again, you'd never feel this complete for as long as you lived.

“Let's start now on expanding.” you could see his slight smile before his voice turned serious and sultry.” want me to put another baby in you?”

“Please, fuck I’m so close.”

“Come on baby, cum for me one more time.” he picked up the pace with his hips up just a little more. “Let me get you pregnant again.”

He only thrust into you a few more times before you were coming undone underneath him.

“Fuck, I love you fuck fuck fuck.” you moaned as he also let go, burying himself deeper than he already had been.

“I love you, I love you too.” he messily kissed your lips as you felt his last few pumps slow.

Only when he had said it back did you realize you had said it at all. 

You were still breathing heavily as he pulled out and laid down next you. There was silence between you, for a while as you both recovered.

"I said I would talk so here it is."

You decided to just lay there and listen to him.

"I've always known we were supposed to be together, always. There are things I just know, I can't explain it, sometimes I just know destiny and sometimes I don't until certain events happen. Ever since I became the king of hell I've always known that eventually there would be one woman that would bring me to my knees. They call her Lilith, although that's not her name just as satan, the devil, whatever, isn't mine. There have been stories and mythology written about you that just aren't true, much like everything else in my life. When I met your mother, I knew I was fucked. So I stopped you from being able to conceive, how was I supposed to know I was only helping destiny along? When you summoned me I was nervous, although curious as to what you would be like, I never watched you until you began to work on summoning me. I developed a plan. I thought if I just gave you what you wanted and then took it away from you then you would hate me, you would never want to see me again, but yet again I plated into destiny. The moment I saw my son… when I watched you care for him and love him, I-I felt this longing. I wanted to hold him, I wanted to be with you both. I kept my distance and fought against the urge to just drop in and tell you how I felt. I resented you for the power you held over me, but at the same time I wanted to give you your space and let you have your time with him. I was still going to take him but at that point it was out of love. I knew you were still angry with me anyway, rightfully so, I also thought… that you couldn't love someone like me anyway, you were better off with a mortal and I wanted to let you live your life. I watched your pathetic attempts to protect our son from me, at least you thought you were only trying to protect him. You're a good mother, just like yours was. When our son was really little I used to sneak into his nursery and just hold him and stare at him, I could see you in him. The point where I knew I had to step in was the priest. Not only did he treat my son like his, not only did you fuck him and make me jealous but-"

He abruptly wet quiet just as the anger in his voice seemed to pick up.

"I'm sorry." You replied.

"It's not that, it's not any of that that makes me hate him, it's not my jealousy." He still didn't say what it was, but instead he got out of bed.

"Where are you going?" You sat straight up.

"I'm going to shower if that's okay." He replied as he shuffled for the bathroom attached to your room.

"Sure." He was already in there by the time you uttered out your dumbstruck reply.

He had said he would stay, you don't know why him doing average things in your home just astounded you.

You laid back in the bed with the reassurance of him planning to stay and you thought about it all.

At first you asked yourself what your mother would think of this, what she would say. Maybe if she knew everything that he had just told you she simply wouldn't say anything at all. She had been able to love the devil's son and see him for just the little boy he really was, so maybe she would've done the same for the devil himself had she really known him.

You were beginning to feel uncomfortable with the stickiness of his speed leaking out and smearing all over your thighs.

Some part of you was nervous to go into the bathroom with him showering in there, but it was your house.

You ran to the bathroom as fast as it could to keep the cum from dripping everywhere and making a mess on the floor.

You paused as you caught a glimpse of his silhouette through the shower curtain.

His horns had returned, but you didn't look at him as much as his overall shape, you could help your staring.

"I hear your heart again, are you looking at me?" He chuckled and your eyes went wide with the horror of being caught.

"I…"

"Do you want in here with me?"

"...y-yes?" 

"Get in, I promise to just let you shower, no funny business." He offered.

He kept his word though, he did his own thing in the shower and so did you. He did look jarringly beautiful with the water beading on his tattooed skin and muscles, but you didn't know how much more your body could physically handle of him so you kept your hands to yourself.

He got out of the shower before you, you were a little concerned at the silence so you got out soon after.

You found a fresh towel and pajamas waiting for you on the bathroom sink so you quickly dressed.

He just sat there in a white t-shirt and black sweat pants at the foot of your bed. His head was down and he looked to be in deep thought as he stared at the floor. He looked a little sad.

"Have you seen him since you've been here?" You asked curiously, making him finally look up and shake his head.

"Would you like to?"

He seemed shocked by your offer.

"I wouldn't want to wake him…" 

"It's alright, he's a good sleeper, he'll go back to bed… if you want to that is."

"I really really want to, I haven't seen him person to person since he was a newborn."

You led him down the hall and pushed open your son's cracked bedroom door.

His night light dimly lit the form of his little body snuggled in his toddler sized bed.

You let his father take a few apprehensive steps into the room, slowly approaching him before he knelt on the floor by the bed.

You just looked on at the little moment.

He gently pushed his son's shaggy hair from his sleeping face, but caused him to stir.

"Daddy?" You heard your son's sleepy voice ask. You had no idea how he knew it was his father, and from the look on his father's face, neither did he.

"Hey buddy." 

Your son sat up and threw his arms around his father's neck, who promptly picked him up and stood. He wrapped his arms around the little boy, holding him close.

"How did you know it was me?" 

Your son unwrapped his arms from his father and looked at his face.

You saw his lips begin to quiver and his eyes fill with tears as he started to break down.

"Oh no." You whispered as you saw your boy stare at the horns on his father's head.

"Your horns are scaring him." You whispered.

Your son patted the top of his own head as he sobbed in his father's arms.

"Me too, I too."

"Oh." You said as you realized that your son was answering his dad.

"You have them too? That's how you knew, huh?"

Your son nodded to his father and began to cry harder. His dad pulled him back into his body, lightly shushing him and patting his back. He buried his head in the little boy's hair much like you had the day in your car after he was horrifically baptized.

The moment hit you like a train.

He had missed his father all this time, and you had no idea.

"you know I'm always with you, right? You and mommy both." 

Your son nodded into his father's neck, soaking his shirt with tears although his father didn't seem to mind at all.

"I know you hear me sometimes. You know I'm here." 

Your son pulled away from him again to look at him.

"Daddy-" his words were cut off by upset hiccups from crying so hard "no leave."

"I'm not. I'll stay, I promise." 

His father knelt back down on the floor and attempted to lay the boy back in his bed, but his little hands stayed locked around him.

"I'll be here when you wake up, and all of the rest of the days when you wake up from now on, you can let go, I'll be right here."

Your son finally relinquished his hold on his father who pushed more hair from his son's face.

"And mommy?" Your son's eyes look at you now.

"Mommy has always been here, silly." His father then spoke something in a strange language, it might've been the one from your dream after your son was born.

Your son gave his father a nod not just as if he understood, but he did understand this very strange language. You had never heard your son speak it, and you had no idea that he even knew a whole other language, until he spoke it back to his father.

He sat there knelt beside his son's bed until he drifted off to sleep. You watched as he gave him a kiss on his forehead before standing and turning to face you.

You walked into the hall and closed your son's bedroom door when he looked at you with a look of concern.

"There's still more I have to tell you, it's the most important thing."

"You're going to have to trust me, okay?" He asked from his seat on the sofa beside you. "There are things I know and things I don't, you have the power to change destiny, and right now what I'm seeing is someone is going to try to take you away from us, from your family."

"Okay," you tried to patiently follow, ready for him to say anything.

"Namjoon is going to kill you."

"Why's he going to kill me?" 

"I had this deal with his whore grandmother… she wasn't happy with it, it wasn't my fault. It's not my fault mortals are idiots."

"Hey." You firmly snapped at him.

"It's just what I do, I teach lessons. Anyway, I believe Namjoon is going to hurt you and maybe even our son. He can't physically harm me, I'm immortal, but he can hurt the things I care about. Unfortunately, I can't kill him either, I can't kill humans, God's rules. So I can't stop him, there's nothing I can do but pass this to you. It doesn't matter what you do, Namjoon will hunt you down."

"Okay." You simply just sat there looking calm on the outside but terrified on the inside.

"So, y/n… I think it's kill or be killed in this case. If you die, I'm not sure how much I can do to protect our son but take him with me…" 

To hell was what he meant.

You let out a sigh as you stared at the floor and scraped together some kind of plan.

"Take my soul." You offered.

"Why?"

"In case something happens to me, take my soul." You were sure of your decision.

"I'm not taking your soul." He declined.

"Why?" It was your turn now to ask.

"Do you want to go to hell? Do you realize how many eternities you would be tortured down there before I ever found you?" 

"No." You answered both questions and seemed less sure of your offer now.

"I'm not taking your soul. Our son could come and go with me because he has that power, but you, a pure mortal… you would be in more pain than you could ever imagine." 

"But if I killed a man… wouldn't I go anyway?" You pointed out.

"Not if it was out of self defense for you and your family."

"What the fuck am I saying?! I can't kill father Namjoon!" You realized.

"Y/n, I know he's going to kill you, and I don't want to lose you, I'd do anything not to lose you. What about our son? What about our second child?"

Your mouth dropped open.

"Second child? It-we…?"

"It's not just you living in that mortal body anymore. I know, just like I did the moment I gave you our son. You have to live, you have to do this, you have to trust me."  He reached for your hand and threaded his fingers through yours. "I love you and I need you here with us."

"How do I do it?" You gave in.

You were terrified as the phone rang.

You had just left your son with the babysitter and you sat in your car. You were alone but you felt him near you.

"Hey!" Namjoon's voice came through cheerfully and it made you feel sick.

"Hey, I'm not doing so great tonight. Everything is a bit heavy and I kind of want some fresh air. Would you go for a walk with me at the park? I know it's late but…" 

"Of course. The one closest to where you live, right? I'll meet you there in a few."

You thanked him before hanging up.

"I'm sorry you have to do this." He appeared right beside you in the passenger's seat now, but you didn't look at him, instead you spaced out while looking out the window at the dark park. You were nervous, you were trying to ready yourself, you were trying to wrap your head around this situation.

"What happens after? What do I do right after?" You asked.

"I'll take care of everything. No one will know." The grim thought of what that entailed was shadowed by reassurance of only having one task to do. "You just wait in the car, I'll drive us home. I'll take care of you." 

"What if he sees this opportunity to kill me like I do with him?" You asked with your hands shaking in your lap.

"I think he would wait for a moment when our son is with you, pick you off at the same time." 

Your mouth was dry, but you still tried to swallow down the weight of his words.

"But what if I die? You said you don't know all things." You continued to think your worries out loud.

"I also said people can change destiny, they do it all the time." 

"You haven't been able to." Your point made him go silent a moment. It was true, he had been fighting against his destiny with you since before you were born only to end up with you.

"Part of me didn't want to change it, even if I hated it at first. I've always wanted you. The first time I saw you I knew I wouldn't be able to stay away from you. The first time you saw me, I just wanted you to look at me that way forever, I didn't care about anything anymore and that was scary. You're my Lilith, my eternal soulmate, there was never any fighting you. There's nothing more powerful than what we have, not me, not god himself."

"What if you're tricking me?" You asked abruptly.

"You really think I would?" His voice sounded hurt and you could feel him looking at you as you said nothing "of course you do, of course you'd think that after what I've done and because of who I am." His voice was soft now like he had accepted that option "I wish I could take back what I did to you, everything I've done to you. I wish I never would've made that deal with your mother, I wish you would've had a family with a normal man, a normal life… what have I done?"

"Like you said" you sighed "it was supposed to happen anyway, it's not all on you. I've suffered for you, and now I'm going to kill for you. Would I be doing that- any of this if I really thought you were tricking me?" You admitted. "Maybe I'm just blinded by you, so in love with you and wanting a family with you that I can't see anything else, you're the devil, it's probably what you do, but what other option do I have anyway?" 

"We could go home." He offered softly. "We could have our family and play pretend until it's ripped away." You could hear him swallow louder than his soft words."Then I'll have nothing, but at least I would've had everything for just a fraction of a moment in my eternal life."

"I'm not going to live forever anyway you know, our son might, but I'm human. I die, and when I do I'm destined to be tortured in hell for eternity." 

"You're not going to hell." 

"How do you know?" You asked partially out of curiosity "I'm in love with Satan, I bare his mark, I bared his child. How much more sinful can I be? You can't sit there and tell me Satan's soulmate is going to heaven."

"God has never let me have anything. If he decides it's your destiny and your time to go, if you're taken from me and I can't have you in life, he's not going to let me have you in death." He explained.

You sat there thinking about what he said and came to the very real conclusion that you were most likely going to die tonight. God wouldn't let him have you, he had already seen that Namjoon would kill you, you were going to die. 

Your eyes began to fill with tears as everything finally began to sink in.

"Please take care of our son." 

"Don't." He snapped at you "Don't you say that shit like I'm going to lose you."

You began to sob, you weren't listening to him.

"You're going to go out there and fuck him up and that's going to be the end of it." His voice was stern, but you were falling apart. You let your head fall onto the steering wheel.

"Why wont you just take my fucking soul?!" You cried in despair and frustration "you have every single fucking thing in my life but that, just take it god damn it! Take it and let me burn until you find me. I will obviously go through anything for you and our son at this point. Just fucking take it." 

"You don't deserve it. I don't deserve you, okay? I've fucking destroyed your life, I'm not dragging this into the timeless afterlife, no matter how badly it hurts. We have one single shot, and this is it. I'm fucking horrible, I'm the worst of the absolute worst, but there’s no way I'm going to be that selfish to let you rot in hell because of me." 

"Please?" Your voice was a desperate squeak as you finally turned to him. "Fuck." You uttered at what you saw.

There was a dark liquid running from his pitch black eyes and down his cheeks.

"Is-is that fucking blood? Are you crying blood?" 

You watched as it pooled at his chin and dropped onto his white shirt.

"Please do everything you can tonight." He ignored your question and begged you.

If you had a doubt that he loved you before, you didn't now. You watched as he closed his eyes.

"God," he began, he didn't seem as though he was talking to you at all "just let me have this, please? I'll do anything. Just let me have my family."

The dark car was suddenly illuminated by headlights coming from behind. You turned to see a car pulling into the parking lot.

"I'll be with you." He spoke as Namjoon parked beside your car.

The passenger's seat was empty when you looked back.

This was it.

You felt for the pocket knife you had put in your pocket upon leaving the house and your adrenaline began to rush through your body.

You willed your weak legs to get out of the car.

You forced a half-hearted smile but did your best not to look him in the eyes.

It was quiet at first as you both started down the dark trail.

"Don't get offended, but you look terrible." 

You hadn't slept since you had gotten your mission yesterday night, your mind felt fried and stressed and tired.

"It's been hard." You were honest about how you felt.

"Why is your lip bruised? Did you get hit?" He pried as you thought back to how hard you had bit it the other night.

"No, I did it, by accident." Although it was the truth, you wouldn't have believed it either with the way you had said it.

"Are-are you seeing anyone? It's been a few days since we talked and-"

"No." You lied quickly.

"If there's anything I can do to help you or your son… I know things are still rough for you…" 

"We'll be okay." 

He gave you a strange look.

"You're not still worried about… him?" You could hear the suspension in Namjoon's voice and you knew you had to say something to extinguish it for now.

"I am, I just don't know what's left to do, I feel so hopeless." You said as you saw the path begin to lead into a more wooded area ahead.

"Don't you feel him right now?" Namjoon asked.

"He's always just… around, I'm used to it. Maybe it's just me at this point." 

"What's that on your neck?" He reached out to see.

You had to do it now, you felt like your mark had given you away.

You stepped back out of his grasp as you quickly took the knife from your pocket and flipped it open. You didn't know if he had time to see it or not before you lunged at him.

He had put his hands up to stop you but the force you had come at him sent him toppling backward. 

You went to plunge the knife into his neck only to feel his hand around your wrist stopping you.

He yelled for help but there wasn't another soul at the park, you had been here awhile waiting, you would know.

You used your other hand to help overpower him, but he was still stronger even with all of this adrenaline and chemicals coursing through your body, even with the image of your family in your mind.

"Stop!" Namjoon yelled at you, but this was too far gone to stop now, your mind was already made up. You knew that if you stopped now then you would be the one who died.

Your arms were beginning to grow tired and your strength was weakening and because of that he was able to shift the point of the knife towards you.

In one last burst of strength you tried to switch the knife's direction back towards him but your muscles just gave out.

You didn't feel the pain of the plunge into your chest at first, but you felt the crack of your ribs at the sheer force. You were in shock, it didn't feel at all like you had just been stabbed. You let go of Namjoon and rolled over onto the cool grass as you tried to process everything.

You could hear Namjoon panicking, sitting over you, trying to help you,  it was confusing.

Why was he trying to help you? He wanted you dead.

"Please? Where are you?" You choked out. It was hard to breathe, you felt like you were drowning as you looked up at the stars.

"Get away from her." It was the only voice you wanted to hear, it had brought you some kind of peace.

You saw Namjoon look at something with wide eyes before leaving your line of vision. His quick footsteps on the ground you lay on got further and further away. 

You continued to choke and gasp.

Jungkook watched in the distance as the knife was turned on you and the blade disappeared in your chest.

It hadn't hurt until now. It was as if you were his voodoo doll. He had never felt pain before, but once he felt the sting, he knew exactly what it was, although his pain came from the inside. Until now he had been watching coldly, waiting for this to happen, knowing you would die.

You had to die, there was no other way you'd let him have his son, there was no way you'd let your son end this world. You were too compassionate, too human, too emotional. You were all the things Jungkook never thought he was. Perhaps you completed him in many ways he only was now able to realize.

He was able to fool you so well, tell you all the sweet things you needed to hear to lead you to your own demise. But why did it only now hurt him? Had it been so easy to lie to you because maybe somewhere deep down in his unbeating heart he knew that maybe you really were the one? He felt as though that as you laid there dying, that you were forcing your most human parts into him, you were cursing him.

He had never actually thought you were his Lilith, his soulmate, not until now as he watched you bleeding out and physically felt it. He felt the weight of every sweet thing and lie he had ever told you pressing on his chest. Your face, the sweet moments, holding you, the guilt of never telling you his name, everything flashed before him. He wondered for a moment if he was dying too.

"I have given you a gift, the gift to feel.Your heart is broken, child. Go to her, be with her in her last breaths before I bring her home."

It wasn't even a voice that Jungkook heard, but it wasn't in his head either. He knew who was speaking to him. He suddenly felt enraged. He wasn't going to let God take you away from him.

"Get away from her." Jungkook boomed making the silly mortal that was panicking over you run at the sight and power of his voice.

Jungkook knelt down beside you and watched as the blood flowed from the corners of your mouth and tears streamed from your eyes.

"He's not going to take you from me! God damn it! Please don't take her!" Jungkook knew you wouldn't go to hell, god himself had said so. You did nothing wrong, you had been fooled by him just like Eve had been, and Eve still went to heaven when she died. He would never see you again and it hit him harder than anything ever had before.

Jungkook  lifted his hand, the one he hadn't unknowingly slipped through your fingers, and produced a flame which gave way to a scroll of paper.

He pulled you into his lap as you continued to choke. He put your hand to your wound and dipped your fingers into your blood.

"It's okay, it's going to be fine, please just sign it, you have to move, sign it." He let go of your hand but it was limp. There was no more choking, only a faint rattling coming from you now.

"Please please just sign the paper." He begged. "I'm so sorry, I was wrong, I did this and I'm so sorry. It hurts so badly, sign the paper, I need your soul, I need to find you." 

Silence.

There was no hummingbird heartbeat, there was no heartbeat at all as he looked into your empty eyes that still looked back at him. Your body lay in his lap with the mark he had given you, but you were gone. 

“But I love you...” it was the first time in his existence that he had said it and meant it. You had never known he didn't mean it, you had never known everything he did was a lie, maybe it was best that way. Despite not feeling any of it before, he felt it now, all at once. If he could do it all over again just to mean it, just to experience those feelings along with you he would. He would have held you longer, cried more, he wouldn't have ever let you do this, he wouldn't have fed you those dreams and lies and he would have protected you. Namjoon never wanted to hurt you.

All Jungkook wanted to do now was hold you, so he did until you grew cold. It wasn't fair he only got to feel this after you were gone as punishment. He wanted to go back, he wanted to start over, but it was too late. What kind of cruel god would gift him with his now?

His chest continued to sting, as his anger continued to fester. He hated everything, God, Namjoon, himself, this horrible fucking mortal world. 

He was going to burn it all. He never wanted to make another deal with any human ever again.

Whilst he couldn't touch these stupid fucking humans, his son could, he was half human.

This wasn't supposed to happen for another few years. He didn't think his son was old enough just yet, but it would have to do, he was still naive enough to destroy humanity on his father's command. All he had to do was show his son what he was capable of, fill him with rage for his dead mother, and watch the world burn. All Jungkook knew was fire and destruction, now his son could learn as well, both of them with a bitterness in their hearts.

Jungkook let out a loud scream of anger and frustration and all of these new feelings that he didn't want that felt like they were internally ripping him apart. 

The entire park was sent up in flames, including your body.

The end was coming early for this world, it was over. He was going to destroy every last one of God's precious creations for making him feel like this.

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One Night🌙10

Warnings: noncon sexual acts, angry Andy, hormones

This is dark!Andy Barber and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: One night changes your entire life.

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The bus chugged down the city streets as you sat closer to the back. You stared out the window and watched the grey sky of Nelson hanging overhead, a cloudy backdrop to the smoking city. 

You sighed every now and then, trying to forget the beeping and when it stopped. You still felt Andy’s hand on your back and the suffocating silence of the drive home. The burden of the dead woman on your shoulders.

It was as if it had been years since you saw the slightly crooked pole that held the bright sign. The bus stop was as desolate as ever, the dirty bench marked with spray paint and the shelter glass cracked. You set off around the corner past the house. Each was familiar but not comforting.

Your hips hurt from the stiff ride and you rubbed your stomach. You wore one of Andy’s hoodies under your open jacket, the zipper of the latter no longer meeting. You stopped in front of your parents’ house. You hadn’t asked permission; not from your mother, your father, or Andy. There was no courtesy phone call so you hesitated, afraid you might be sent away.

It was noon. Your father would be in the garage. He always had some project going. That was his work. He was cheaper than any other mechanic in the city, he just did it all from home. He could recycle parts from the junkyard and charge half price. They usually did better than the newer parts sent away for down at the Jiffy.

You walked up the driveway, the garage door was only halfway open, the bite of the late autumn, rather the early winter, mingled with the warmth flowing under the metal. You tapped on it with your knuckles, “dad?” you called.

You stepped back as his oily hands gripped the bottom and he hauled it up entirely. He tilted his head at you but couldn’t hide his smile. He looked at your stomach and you dropped your hand. He drew you to him before you could react. He hugged you tight and rocked you.

“Your mother’s gonna be mad you didn’t call before you came,” he let go of you and looked you over again.

“Mad that I’m even here,” you remarked.

“No, she might act like it but…” he waved you into the garage and rolled over the little stool he sat on when he was working. He helped you sit and put his wrench on the plywood table against the wall, “she missed you. We both did.” he wiped his hands on his jeans, “you could have called us. You know how she is. She feels before she thinks.”

“She kicked me out,” you felt precarious on the little rolling stool, “you let her.”

“So why’d you come back?” he asked.

You hung your head and hugged your stomach, “well, I’m having your granddaughter. I didn’t want you to find out from anyone but me.”

“It’s a girl?” he grinned.

“Sorry, wish I could give you a boy to get all filthy in this place,” you shrugged.

“You never minded getting your hands dirty,” he neared and grasped your shoulder.

“Yeah, guess it doesn’t matter too much, she’ll be as curious as any kid,” you said.

You were quiet as you looked around. Your dad’s rolling chest of tools was dented and rusted, the same one he’d had your whole life. The place hadn’t changed, only the car sitting in it.

“That’s not the only reason you’re here,” he said. Your father was a simple man but he wasn’t dumb.

You frowned and felt a prick in your eyes. The hormones, you told yourself, they were getting to you.

“I need you guys,” you said quietly, “is that so bad?”

“I missed you, you’re mom did too, she’s just stubborn. Think that’s where you get it,” he turned his hand over and held it out to you, “but she won’t turn you away.”

“You sure?”

“I won’t let her. Not this time,” he bent and took your hand, “now come on.”

You let him help you to your feet and he led you through the side door into the house. You heard your mother’s old Patsy Cline CD droning from the box speakers on the shelf as she muttered to herself. 

Your dad kicked the dirty off his boots and you slipped your own off. You followed him and peeked over his shoulder as he went to the living room. Your mother was wiping down the framed picture from your high school graduation.

“I got a surprise for you,” he announced as he stepped aside and beckoned you in alongside him, “and she’s got a surprise for you.”

Your mother turned and froze. Her lips formed a straight line and her eyes pierced you. She didn’t say anything as he stared at you then tossed the dusting cloth onto the table beside the lamp. She looked down at your feet.

“You remembered to take your shoes off,” she said.

Your lips parted and your chest gripped. She was still mad.

“You remembered us,” she swept over to you so quickly, you flinched. She hugged you and her middle met yours. She let go and looked down at your stomach. Her eyes were sad but not angry, “I’m…” she lifted her head and met your gaze, “I’m not good at saying it but I’m sorry.”

You watched her for a minute. She was still her mother as nasty as she’d been. You could see her regret and it coupled with your own. It didn’t fix everything but for her, it was a lot.

“I’m sorry too,” you breathed, “it was… me being stupid started all of this. I just didn’t know what to do.”

“You gotta tell her,” your dad intoned.

You glanced at him then back to your mom. You gulped, “we found out yesterday, it’s a girl.”

“We? And where is… he?” your mother bristled.

“Working,” you said.

“We went to the diner, they said you quit. The café too,” your mom batted away lashes, “please, sit.” She touched your stomach, “you’re so big.”

“Five months, I think,” you said as you let her take you to the old floral sofa, “and the doctor recommended I take it easy so I had to… leave.”

“Oh? Is something wrong with the baby?” she picked up her cloth again and resumed her dusting. Your father quietly excused himself.

“No, just me,” you leaned against the arm, “but they said my blood pressure is getting better, just have to check it now and again.”

“And that man? The least I can say is at least he’s taking responsibility, even if he is married,” your mom hung the picture back on the nail.

“It was a mistake,” you said, “but you know, I think it’s taught me a lot. Not that it was worth it.”

“I don’t mean to rag on you, but… it’s just not how it should be,” she went to the television stand and focused on the edges.

“You think I don’t know that. Mom, I didn’t come here to argue my morality. I came here…” you paused as you felt your phone buzz. You slid it from your jacket pocket and checked the ID; Andy. You ignored it and dropped it back inside, “I just wanted to see if you had any interest in your granddaughter.”

She spun back and her face wrinkled with sadness. She twisted the cloth and retreated to the rocking chair and sat. She chewed her lip and looked at the floor. When she looked at you again, her brows crinkled.

“I’m trying,” she said, “but what you did, I don’t know if I can’t get over that. That man, everyone knows him, and when it comes out, with his wife still in a coma, you don’t think about what that does to us.”

“Well,” your throat constricted and you held back the hot tears bubbling behind your eyes, “she’s not anymore.”

“What?”

“She… she passed last night,” you sniffed, “and I’ll admit that I came here as much for me as you. I just needed… needed to get away. Just for a little.”

Your phone went off again and you grunted as you pulled it out and swiped away the second call from Andy. You kept the phone in your hand and rested it against your thigh.

“I just need time,” your mom leaned back heavily.

“Well, it’s quickly running out,” you replied, “she’s gonna be here soon enough.”

“I know,” she said grimly, “I know.”

There was another silence and your phone twitched. You turned it over and checked the message on the screen; ‘why don’t you invite your parents for dinner if you’re not gonna answer me?’ You let the phone slip between your legs and slowly raised your eyes. How did he know?

“I can go, if it’s too much,” you said, “I didn’t expect to get past the front door, honestly.”

“It’s not-- you’re still my daughter,” she uttered, “and even if it’s not the best situation, you got my granddaughter too.”

Your phone began to shake between your legs and you huffed, “sorry,” you stood with effort as you snatched the phone up, “just a second.”

You went into the dining room and answered. You hissed into the phone, “what do you want, Andy?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going there?” he asked sharply.

“How do you even know? You following me?” you kept your voice low.

“I know, that’s all,” he retorted, “it is… surprising.”

“They’re my parents,” you scowled at the tabletop as you leaned on a chair.

“Mine, too, right? Considering--”

“Andy,” you warned, “come on. Let’s cut this out--”

“Invite them for dinner. You’re right. Our kid will need her grandparents,” he interrupted, “I’ll get off early and help.”

“I don’t think--”

“Invite them,” he demanded, “and don’t take the bus back. I’ll send you the money for a cab.”

“Jesus, I can take care of myself--”

“No, you can’t, which is why you’re sleeping under my roof. And this isn’t about you, it’s about the baby,” he exhaled and you heard a squeak of metal, likely a chair, “Now I want you home by two. I’ll be there shortly after.”

He hung up before you could argue. You closed your eyes and forced down the angry bile in your chest. You shuttered and tucked the phone back in your jacket. How did he know you were there?

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Your parents agreed to dinner. Your mother wasn’t subtle that she was curious to see Andy’s house. Her judgement was always her driving motivation and you were certain she could find something to hate, even in the suburban utopia. 

You took the bus out of defiance and brewed with anger as you got off just outside the cul-de-sac. You walked the single block to Andy’s and paced like an angry lioness inside.

He arrived at three, just after. Your anxiety boiled with anger and you stopped to face him as he entered. You watched him put down his briefcase and hang his long black coat. Your nostrils flared as you braced yourself for the onslaught ready to spill forth.

“So, you weren’t following me?” you challenged.

“I was working,” he said quietly, “to pay for all of this…” he pointed to the ceiling, “and that,” he pointed to your bump.

“No, Andy, you don’t get to do that every time,” you snarled, “how did you know?”

He didn’t answer and brushed by you. You followed him into the kitchen as he went to the coffee machine and pressed the buttons bluntly. You watched him from a foot away, your hand on the cold marble.

“You can’t just ignore me. How did you know I was there?”

“Because…” he grabbed a mug and filled it with water. He poured it into the machine and snapped the lid shut, “because you have my baby and I have a right to make sure you don’t take it from me.”

“That’s not an answer,” you sneered, “Andy, I have done everything you’ve wanted. I have stayed here, I have quit my jobs, I have kept this baby for you, and you… you’re what? Tracking me like a dog?” You reached into your back pocket and slammed your phone on the counter. You slid it over to him, “when did you do it?”

His jaw ticked as he put a pod into the machine and hit start. He tapped his fingers on the counter and let out a long breath through his nose. He turned to you and crossed his arms.

“After you stayed out that night. I couldn’t worry like that again. I had to know,” he said staunchly, “because I’ve had a wife go out and not come back. A child--”

“I’m not your wife and I won’t ever be. This child is all we have in common,” you rebuffed, “even after last night. What you did, that doesn’t change things.”

You nearly tripped as he marched towards you. He had you against the far wall, his hand planted on either side of your head as his anger rippled across his forehead and set his jaw square. You pressed yourself against the pure white wall and tried not to wither.

“I did that for you,” he breathed, “I’ve done everything for you. Don’t act like you’re the only one doing shit.”

“Andy, get away--”

“No,” he punched the wall and you gasped, “my wife is gone. Jacob is gone! This is all I have; you, my daughter…that’s everything and I will be damned if I’m going to let you take any of it away from me.”

“You’re scaring me,” you wisped, “Andy, please--”

“No, you shut up and you listen. This is the last time we have this conversation. Your parents are coming and you’re going to be good. You’re going to wear something nice, you’re going to cook something good, and you’re going to smile. You don’t let them see you crack, not once.”

“You can’t--”

“Enough!” he hit the wall again and you heard it crumple under the force, “if you don’t, they won’t be around. Ever. Do you understand me?” you gaped up at him and trembled, you shook your head in disbelief. He leaned in and spoke softly to you, “Understand that I will make sure you and no one else ever sees them again.”

“You… wouldn’t…”

“I could. I will. You’re fucking bitch of a mom deserves it,” he hissed, “so, honey,” he growled the second word, “what’s it gonna be?”

Your lip quivered and you searched his face. The rage had his blue eyes alight and his breath rasped out like animalistic snarls. You thought of Laurie, of how blank he’d been when they stopped the machines. And that smile, after. What was that?

“I’ll… be good,” you murmured, “I will.”

His lips twitched and he shoved himself away from you. He stomped over to the fridge and took out the light cream. He added it to his mug of fresh coffee and stirred. You stood straight shakily and looked up at the hole beside your head.

“Well,” he said, “better figure out what you’re making for dinner. Our guests won’t be long.”

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