#not tagging jenny cause she's barely there

[caramelmochacrow]

esora as things totally not said by me (they are)

#crow's scribbles #d4dj #d4dj groovy mix #kyoko yamate #shinobu inuyose #esora shimizu #not tagging jenny cause she's barely there #im sorry for yukaeso posting again...... im so very sorry #I AM LOOKING AWAY SHAMEFULLY-- #yukaeso #im trying to practice expressions..... #also im not putting this in my sideblog bc...... um. i dont want to. :D #im...... soooooo fucking gay huh. #sorry these dumbasses (affectionate) are taking over my brain i have to calm down #i promise i like the other units these two just have a strong grip on me-- #drew these a few days ago..... so. #i need to get better at drawing for their sake. im not good enough yet.

[smuttysabina]

Incandescent

(Rose x Male Reader, 3k Words) Tags: Femdom, oodles of fluff, some fun sex, some trauma is involved, kinda artsy, some physical as well as mental abuse

A/N This is a quick little story I spun up after I imagined Rose ranting while dominating you, enjoy!

Darkness cocoons you as tightly as any restraint, filling your senses, drowning your eyes in an endless nothingness that devours your sanity. The strongest prisons are the ones we make for ourselves, and the dark provides all the material you would ever need. Which is not to say that your fetters did not also exist in the mundane realm of existence outside of your thoughts, softly clinking metal binds your wrists and ankles to the stolid slab that supports you. The sound of the metal whispering against itself was the only indication of the passing of time; the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears already ignored as your brain probes for threats in the ceaseless night. You shiver in numbing terror as your mind concocts all manner of horrors for your stress-addled body to react to; anything was preferable to unending nothingness of unthoughts. Mankind had always feared the abyss of twilight, not from the dangers it might hold, but from what it awakened within; the agony of introspection. Little wonder then that we have always cleaved towards the light for comfort, not realizing that the greatest threat is often the one we can see the clearest. The door scrapes open behind you, casting dazzling shadows upon the walls that your eyes eagerly devour even as they bring tears of overstimulation. A voice as soft and sweet as honey drips into your ears,

"Now what do we have here?"

Your skin nearly tears itself from your bones in surprise, as a velvety hand gently caresses your bare shoulder, its owner's footsteps so quiet you had not heard their approach. Or perhaps, the pounding of blood in your ears had covered her movements; perhaps she wasn't even real... Murmured curses sound as the new arrival scrabbles around on the wall, her nails a cacophony to your sound-starved ears. The faint click of plastic soon follows, and your senses explode with pain as light sears into your brain, causing you to scream in astonished pain. You blink rapidly, squinting against the glare, the pale shape floating in front of you gradually shifting into a sleek white evening dress, adorning a radiant goddess. The beguiling beauty idly slurps on her drink as she waits for your cognition to return, her blonde hair tied back in a business-like manner. The light haloing her is intense, pouring down in a cone in front of you; the harsh buzz of it grating on your hearing. She gives a quaint smile when she notices sanity returning to your gaze, sloshing her drink around in studied amusement as you come to truly realize your predicament. Rose leans against the table and sighs, motioning towards the ceiling,

"Do you know how many times I've asked them to change out these lights? You would think with all the millions we've made for them, the least those imbeciles could do is at least replace this garbage with something nicer. Oh well, I imagine you didn't come here to listen to me rant about company politics; actually, why are you here at all? Don't answer, it was a rhetorical question. You got caught wandering where you shouldn't, so who do you belong to, hm? Not Jennie, that's for certain, you still seem reasonably sane and entirely undrained of all vitality. Perhaps you're one of Lisa's little toys, was she being too demanding of you as usual? Or are you Jisoo's... that must be it, she probably let you stumble around while she was busy elsewhere; typical. Ah well, now you are mine to play with, punishing you should prove to be an enjoyable way to destress..."

Horror dawns upon you as the idol distractedly rambles on, her fierce gaze boring into you as she talks. You stutter out a question through parched lips, your voice rasping from disuse. Rose pauses, and with another distracted sigh, pokes the straw of her drink into your mouth, allowing you to gulp down the refreshingly sweet liquid. She yanks the drink away from you after several seconds, but after examining the depleted state of her beverage she gracefully allows you to finish it off. A raised eyebrow prompts you to repeat your question, "Why?"

"Why what? Why do this? Because I can, because I enjoy breaking people until they worship me, because it's fun," a sleazy smile briefly appears, "And to be completely honest, because it arouses me immensely. Yes, it's very depraved I know, truly I am the weird one because I enjoy a little sadism with my sex. Any more burning questions? We have a little time until I finish my- oh right; well it's going to be rather gratifying sticking this straw in places it doesn't belong. Hm, what made me so angry? Oh my poor little dear, I'm not angry, just extremely irritated; I suppose if your interested I could torture you with mind-numbingly boring tales of lawyering... Oh you are cute, you think you're playing for time do you?" Rose traces her hand down your chest, making you shiver at her gentle touch, "You see, I find that the most agonizing thing for those I dominate is the waiting. You just keep hoping that the moment will never come, always worried that the next minute will be the one when I truly dig in. So I think a little..." she leans forward to breath into your ear, "Anticipation will make this more fun, yes?"

You let out a low moan as Rose's hand ends its journey and firmly grasps your genitals, giving them a squeeze in promise of the torments to come before withdrawing. Rose suddenly whirls, stalking back to her perch on the table; her hand automatically reaching for her drink before remembering once more that it is empty. She languidly waves at you, indicating that it is your turn to entertain, or simply suffer in silence. Rose pointedly settles a finger on the light switch, she knows. Terrified by the thought of being alone in the dark, completely at Rose's mercy, you rack your brain for anything forestall the darkness. "Why are you feeling so irritated?"

Rose grimaces, slowly returning to stand in front of you, placing her foot on the slab she lets out a slow breath; before promptly slapping you twice, "Now that, was a poor question, dear pet, now I am inclined to simply skip straight to the more intimate methods of teaching submission. Perhaps next time you'll learn to be more of an adroit conversationalist... Hm, why am I hurting you? I thought we established that already, now be silent or I'll fetch the ball gag- Oh, you meant why am I a sadist?" Rose pinches your chin, tapping on your face as she ponders whether she should answer the query. It is to your great relief that she appears willing to do so, forestalling your inevitable punishment, "That, is a long story, and would require a great deal of backstory, but I am a product of my vocation. Idol training requires some... demeaning concessions, so perhaps I am simply taking out my frustrations on all of you."

"That's the easy answer," your mouth foolishly spouts before you silence it.

Rose seems pleased by your boldness however, playfully squishing your lips together, "Is it though? Perhaps, the simpler answer is the best one; but still, such courage does require a reward..." Rose seductively hooks a finger over the top of her dress, before slowly pulling it down, revealing her breasts, pale skin glistening in the light. Your body automatically responds to such stimulation, your manhood hardening, your breath quickening as it pumps oxygen into your muscles in anticipation of sex. You manage to hold on to your sanity however, your mind still too riven with paranoia, to give fully into your primal urge to breed. Rose cocks her head at your reaction, "You know, most people would be humping the air right now; the girls too, not just the boys. I've seen more bitches than you've ever met sobbing as they beg me to impregnate them; it's sickening really. It's no wonder I have to discipline such degenerates, right? And the worst part of it," Rose pauses, considering whether she should continue before shrugging to herself, "The worst part is how much they adore me for it. They love me even before I break them; even my supposed "haters" are slobbering over themselves with devotion after only a few minutes in my presence. None of them hate me for it, none of them despise me for forcing them to demean themselves in the most perverse ways possible," Rose slips her hand down your neck, nails digging slightly into your chest, drawing white lines across your skin, "Will you hate me then, before the end? Your fear is palpable, but will you look up at me with loathing when I finally break you?"

To say that you are greatly concerned at the mental state of the idol sharing the room with you would be an understatement. You shudder at the thought of what horrors she would inflict upon you; evidently Rose is well versed in the art of pain. More horrifying yet, your body seems strangely aroused by that, depravedly hungering for its own destruction if it meant a chance to impregnate the sexual goddess. Her eyes bore intensely into your own, and you feel her claws starting to hook into you; something was needed to distract her... You gulp, "I'll try, but um, how do the other girls deal with it?"

Rose snorts in amused contempt, "You sure know how to inspire confidence in a woman, pet. But I'll indulge you, we don't. All of us idols are fucked up," Rose counts them off on her fingers, "Twice is a freaking breeding cult, Itzy are simply insane, IVE are spoiled rotten, Loona are is cracked as their fans, Red Velvet are literal whores, Aespa enjoy getting passed around like baubles, and don't even get me started about the boy groups... Oh and Blackpink, I would say we're the worst of the whole bunch," Rose distractedly sits on the slab as she rants, occasionally slapping your thighs for emphasis, "Do you know what Lisa did today? Of course you don't, you've been locked down here, alone in the dark. We were in a meeting with the idiots who run this place, and they were begging on their knees for us not to leave the company. Now they looked like they hated us for forcing them to demean themselves like that; well most of them did, some were enjoying it. But then Lisa, that crazy bitch, you know what she does?"

You cough, "She uh, fucked them?"

Rose blinks at your interruption, before snorting, "Good guess, but no, not yet at least; I imagine it will come to that eventually. No, Lisa just looked at these pitiful business men pawing at our feet, and then she pissed on them. Oh I am completely serious, she just pissed on them and giggled. I don't think I've ever seen Jisoo laugh that hard, and Jennie nearly choked on her coffee! To be honest, I also joined in, but at that point it was more about sending a message than anything else. So you see, all of us are bent in one way or another; especially us. Lisa is literally a nymphomaniac, she has a full-scale mental breakdown after a single day without sex. Jennie's sex drive is so monstrous she can fuck for weeks without stopping; you think I'm joking but I'm not. And dear Jisoo... she just loves showering her pets with so much love they drown in it; she's probably the least crazy of all of us. Hm, and me? Oh come now, no doubt you can already tell the direction my vices run..." Rose flicks a switch, causing the slab to tilt horizontal. She grabs your neck and leans in for a savage kiss, "So tell me pet, do I seem even remotely sane?"

"Um, yes?"

Rose laughs so hard she staggers, holding on to the slab for support as she howls. It takes some time to compose herself, but when she does it is to your relief that her dark mood looks to have dissipated. She gives you something approaching a fond smile and gives you the courage to push your luck, "See? Maybe you just needed some wholesome venting and not torture-sex after all!" Rose's smile grows more genuine, and she reaches behind her back, toying with something. With a suddenness that surprises you, Rose's dress cascades to the ground, leaving her entirely naked. Your eyes balloon as you drink in the awesome sight of an idol's body, her tender breasts, her taut stomach, and most importantly, the pair of lips gleaming mere inches away from your face. You feel something trickle down your shaft, as you gawp at the beautiful girl standing ever so close to you. Rose glances at your crotch with studied humor, she gives your meat a flick as she climbs up onto the slab, straddling your face.

"While the venting was nice, I still do desire some sex; so for your sake you had best pleasure me enough to keep me wholesome. Or don't, we're going to reach the point where I need to start getting truly inventive to keep you up eventually, so why not start early?" Rose promptly plants her pussy on your mouth, "So let's see if that tongue of yours is as skilled at pleasing as it is at talking. Be sure to give it your all, pet, I don't intend for you to be conscious by the time this is over, so spare nothing." After that she relaxes on your face for a while, glancing down at you on occasion as she idly gropes herself. For your part you spend the time drowning in her juices, frantically licking and sucking at the delicious flesh in your mouth. Eventually however, she orders you to stop, "Wow... you are fucking terrible at this, its so bad its honestly impressive. Are you a virgin? Though that's really not much of an excuse. Hm, that's the first of your chances to satisfy me gone, let's hope the next one goes better," Rose scoots backwards, dragging her pussy lips across your chest until they slide over your erect cock, "I was pleasantly surprised to see you hadn't cum when I stripped for you, perhaps that indicates you have more stamina than usual..." With a complete lack of fanfare, Rose sits on your cock in a single smooth motion, devouring every inch of you with ease. Your balls pulse in response, and she lets out a disappointed sigh, "Well I guess not, oh well."

Rose starts to ride you, uncaring of how sensitive you were following an orgasm; making a mess on your crotch as your seed leaks out of her. After several minutes of such excessive pleasure, you climax once more; Rose doesn't even bother slowing down. Only when you start to flag does she even start to pay attention to anything other than her own enjoyment, "You know, as much as you amuse me with all of your philosophizing, and even after all that wonderfully justifying on my part; at the end of the day I'm really just a cruel bitch, aren't I?" With a devilish smirk, Rose leans over, and flicks of the light. The abyss embraces you once more, but this time, you know there is something sharing it with you. You cringe, paranoid of all the horrors Rose will inflict upon you in darkness. She giggles, "Oh you are simply adorable dear pet, I should do this sort of thing more often, sensory deprivation truly brings out the animal in us..." Her hand is suddenly clamped around your neck, pinching off the blood flow to your brain, "So get it up again, or don't, I like it when you resist," A rain of stinging slaps and pinches descends upon, her abuse landing seemingly at random; often she pauses in her efforts until you are shivering with anticipation. Most terrifying of all, was how hard it made you, your cock becoming erect with fear. Rose laughs with delight as you climax once more, "God you are such a fucking quick-shot, you're lucky to have a girl like me to tolerate your pathetic cock. Do try to not black out too early, I might just keep fucking you anyways."

Ensconced in the endless gloom, you are completely vulnerable to Rose's attentions. She pinches and slaps, kneads and squeezes, licks and gnaws, sucking on your flesh until it bruises. You are lost in a world of unexpected pain and sensation, the only constant in your universe is the warm wetness around your cock. The heat surrounding your manhood seems to devour your misery, your suffering fueling a burning lust that somehow manages to keep you erect even after several orgasms. The heat of Rose's body imprints itself into your mind; no longer were you alone, now she was there as well. The ceaseless slap of flesh reaches a crescendo, Rose's sudden gasp painfully loud, as a fresh source of warmth spreads from your crotch. Her heaving breaths grow closer until they caress your face, and she murmurs, "Do you hate me now, pet?" Your body is a pattern of bruises and aches, your skin sensitive to the merest touch, your manhood a beacon of pleasurable agony; so you answer honestly,

"No."

Rose whistles softly, "Well I suppose I will just have to try harder then. Scream as much as you'd like, there's only the two of us in here"

You merely smile as a fresh round of abuse begins; how could you hate such a goddess? How could you hate Rose after she filled the empty void with such exquisite stimulation, banishing the horrors of nothingness. No longer would you fear the twilight of your mind, because Rose would always be there with you, dispelling the shadows, incandescent in the dark.

#smut #blackpink smut #rose smut #kpop smut

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— HEARTS ON FIRE

SUMMARY : would this be considered illegal? it didn’t matter because he was the sheriff and she’s the love of his life.

PAIRING : beau arlen x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw (18+), smut, oral (f. receiving), fluff

WORD COUNT : 2.4k

A/N : song title from stretch armstrong. I love beau, he’s so close to being jensen ackles, all yeehaw and stuff. so adorable. RIP big sky, it was good. xX

“Is there a problem, Sheriff?” Y/N asked when she rolled down her window. She blinked up at him innocently, ID and driver’s licence ready in her hand, she showed it to him so he could take it before he even asked.

“L/N, Y/N?” He asked, staring down at the two cards. “Gotta say these don’t do you justice, darlin’,” he said casually, handing them back to her, then stepped back. “Step out of the vehicle, ma’am,” he ordered, putting his hands on his hips expectantly. She blinked up at him, shoved her cards into her purse and did as he asked.

“You gonna arrest me or something?” She asked, staring up at him, the sunlight casting a beautiful golden glow on his beautiful sunny skin. His freckles and the flecks in his green eyes turned to gold, shimmering like the sun through tall trees in the forest. The cowboy hat he wore, being the trees that cast a shadow on his beauty.

“Just gonna make sure you don’t have anything dangerous or illegal on you,” he clarified, making a circle with his fingers, he told her to turn around. She sighed, rolling her eyes and placed her hands on the car, her chest pressed against the cool metal. He kicked her legs open slightly and she gasped, looking at him over her shoulder with a glare. “Sorry ‘bout that,” he murmured, squatting down to pat her ankles, his hand sliding up her soft, bare legs unnecessarily.

She bit her lip, tried to stop her smile when he stood up, his hands first on her hips before travelling up her chest to squeeze her breasts. She blushed, her heart hammering in her chest. He hummed softly when he removed his hands from her body, then slapped her ass, causing her to jolt and gasp. “Sheriff!” She exclaimed with a little laugh, turning around to face him, a big playful grin on his face.

“Hey, beautiful,” he smiled, leaning down to kiss her. She pushed up on her toes to meet him halfway, smiling softly into the kiss.

“You just can’t stay away, can you?” She teased, tugging him towards her, so close she was sandwiched between her car and his warm body.

“Well, one: you’re mine, so why would I want to stay away?” He asked, his thumb brushing gently against her lip, causing her to release a quiet breath. “And two: you’re incorrigible. You asked for this,” he murmured, leaning back down to give her another kiss. He licked into her mouth, swallowing a little moan she let out as her fingers tightened around his jacket.

“We should hurry, too many people depend on you,” she teased. He pulled away, licking his lips to savour the remaining taste of her mouth and watched her open the car door to the backseat.

“We can take our time, Jenny’s good with taking over if I’m late,” he grinned, slipping inside the spacious backseat with her, dropping his phone down carelessly in the front seat. She chuckled and reached over for his hat when he was distractedly shutting the door behind him.

“Still, don’t wanna keep you too long,” she replied, putting the hat over her own head, leaning her back against the door to unbutton her blouse. He crawled over to her, licking his lips, his eyes moving up her bare legs, up her body, and to her smiling face.

“I thought you’d keep me forever, however long it is,” he pouted playfully, slid his hands up her legs and under her skirt to slowly start pulling her underwear down.

“I meant from work.” She laughed, pulling her blouse out from inside her skirt, letting him take her underwear off all the way.

“Oh, thank God.” He pretended to be relieved and she rolled her eyes when he dangled them in front of her adorably, then threw them into the front seat. He kissed her calf, trailed his lips up the inside of her leg, his hand moving up the underside of her other leg to hook it over his shoulders.

His beard tickled her legs, his soft lips kissing, teeth gently biting, sucking at her velvety skin. He brought her hips forward, let her shimmy the skirt up so it was out of the way, and licked at her entrance, slowly dragging his tongue through her folds, and drew a teasing circle on her clit.

She moaned softly, took the Stetson off and threw it in the front seat to join her underwear. Her fingers carded through his soft, long hair, looking down at his beautiful face buried between her legs. His freckled cheeks were pink, his nose nudging at her clit as he pushed his tongue as deep as he could into her pussy.

“You’re so hot, Beau,” she licked her lips, her heart pounding in her chest excitedly. It was maddening, the way he wiggled his tongue inside her, touching her walls on all sides and moaning softly against her. “Fuck,” she whispered, spreading her legs more, letting his tongue slither deeper inside her.

He was practically making out with her cunt and she gazed down at him, his eyes closed, long, curled lashes prettily resting on his cheeks. His eyes opened slowly, dark green eyes meeting hers as he moved his mouth through her folds, plump and glossy lips puckered around her clit to suck softly.

She closed her eyes despite wanting to see him between her legs and brought her hands up to her breasts, pulling the lace bra down so her breasts poured out of the weak cups. He hummed appreciatively, his eyes moving from her face to her breasts, hungry eyes following the movement of her fingers teasingly brushing against her nipples until they peeked.

She arched her back, bringing one hand back down to his head to pull him closer, properly messing his hair up even more. Her fingers slipped through his hair, tugging gently, nails softly scratching against his scalp making him shiver. He pulled away from her breathlessly, started to tug his jacket off because the heat was getting nearly unbearable.

She relaxed in her seat and opened her eyes, letting her hand rest on her thigh so tempted to touch herself when he started to unbuckle his belt. His hard cock was pushing against the seam of his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them as fast as he could. Her pussy throbbed at the sight of him, warmth blossoming between her legs and arousal dripping from her entrance as she watched him palm his cock impatiently.

“‘Love how you taste, Y/N,” he murmured, licking some of the arousal that made his mouth shiny. She bit her lip, a little smile growing on her lips at his words. She scooted towards him, started to undo the buttons of his shirt as he lowered his boxers and jeans down to his thighs. His cock bobbed, stiff and pretty, it rested on his stomach then she gently pushed him back.

“Beau, you are seriously, seriously hot,” she mumbled, taking his face to kiss him roughly before he could reply or laugh bashfully. With his hands on her hips, he pulled her flush against his warm body, lowered her and lifted his hips so his cock would rub against her wet folds. They moaned softly against each other's lips, her fingers pulling gently at the hairs behind his head.

She continued to roll her hips against his, trailing her lips down his neck to suck and bite at his sweet skin. Beau’s little moans and his heavy breaths only made her pussy more soppy, her slick coating his cock, making each movement swift. She teased him for a little longer, scratching her nails carefully in his scalp and kissing him again, nibbling on his bottom lip as she reached down to wrap her hand around his cock.

“Look at you, so desperate,” she chuckled, licking her lips at the sight of him completely flustered and horny. He groaned softly when she lifted her hips and jerked his cock a few times, her thumb swiping hot precum over the soft tip of his cock. His head gently hit the window and he grunted, his eyes shutting when she teasingly brought his dick to her clit, rubbing a few times before circling the leaking tip around her entrance.

“Please, sweetheart,” he groaned, his arm tightened around her waist. Her back arched and she started to sink down on him, his teeth painfully digging into his lip to hold back any sounds.

“I wanna hear you, handsome,” she moaned, slowly lowering herself and grinding down when their hips were pressed together. Beau nodded and released his lip, swallowing from the dryness in his throat due to his heavy panting. She slowly started to lift her hips and sank back down on his cock, she squirmed, walls squeezing him as she found the pace and right position to make his cock brush perfectly against her g-spot.

With her hands on his chest, she sped up, and his hands tightened around her hips, staring down at her bounce on his cock, her breasts moving up and down with her movements. His hands moved up her back slowly, pulling her forward so he could latch onto her nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin and his tongue lapping at the nub. She cursed softly, rode him faster and held him closer, her orgasm approaching faster than she expected, but instead of edging herself or him, she let it happen.

Her nails dug into his chest and she moaned his name, her pace becoming erratic and her thighs burning from her efforts. He bent his knees and started to meet her hips, thrusting up harshly and switching to her other breast until she came on his cock with a moan of his name.

He removed his mouth from her breasts and squeezed her closer, letting her bury her face in his neck when he came inside her with a grunt. Cursing softly he continued to thrust into her, both of them riding out their orgasm, shockwaves of pleasure almost feeling endless, until they slowed down and held each other as they caught their breaths.

“You’re amazing,” Beau whispered, gently rubbing her back and brushing his thumb softly against her hip bone. Her shoulders shook with quiet laughter and she smiled against his shoulder, nuzzling her face into his warm, freckled skin that never failed to remind her of the beauty of nature and spring.

“I think you’re pretty awesome, too, Sheriff,” she mumbled, her cheek squished against his toned skin.

“Don’t call me sheriff after we had sex in your car… right after I pretended to stop you and patted you down,” he laughed softly, kissing her head affectionately.

“That was really sexy, Beau,” she smiled, then lifted her head to gaze down at him and to be greeted by his beauty once more. His eyes were glazed over, his cheeks were tinted pink, his lips red and swollen and wet with saliva. God, he looked so beautiful all fucked out, especially with his messy hair and his shirt opened up.

“Well, as much as I’d like to stay here with you, darlin’, I’m afraid I have to get to work.” Beau pressed his lips against hers and lowered his head to kiss the top of her breasts, cursing softly when that made her walls spasm slightly. He could resist her, trailed his lips up to her neck and behind her ear to suck a mark. His teeth grazed her skin and she shivered, once agains behind her hand to the back of his neck.

“You were working,” she reasoned breathlessly, “I could’ve had something dangerous or illegal.” He chuckled against her neck and kissed her lips again, his tongue pushing into her warm mouth, rolling against her soft tongue. He blindly fixed her bra and started to button her shirt up again, pulling away breathlessly when she started to move off his lap slowly.

She hummed softly and he groaned, watching his now limp cock rest on his stomach, wet and covered in a mixture of their release. His lips parted and he looked up at her, watched her reach into the front seat to pick up her underwear, her ass tempting him for another slap. He easily gave in, his hand meeting the fleshy area, loud and resounding, and making her moan and jolt forward in surprise.

“Couldn’t resist.” He chuckled when she blinked over at him and busied himself with shoving his cock into his boxers, fixing himself as best as he could in the space of her backseat. “Don’t have anything to clean yourself up with?” He asked, watching her start to slip her underwear on.

“I like how it feels to have your cum inside me,” she pouted, pausing for a moment before continuing to slide them up her thighs. His heart leaped at her lewd words and he cursed softly, staring at her with the urge to pounce on her again. When his phone started to ring, he looked away from her hesitantly.

“Fuck,” he muttered, reaching over to retrieve his phone he saw Jenny’s name and groaned, giving Y/N a glance. She was tugging her shirt into her skirt and he chewed on his lip before answering. “Yeah, Hoyt?” He asked, putting his phone on his shoulder, craning his head awkwardly to hold it in place so he could button his shirt up again.

Y/N stared at him curiously, then a little fond smile grew on her lips and he blushed despite himself. She reached over to grab his Stetson and his jacket, holding it and signally with her head for him to start heading out as he listened to Jenny speak about a little crime scene.

He quietly shut the car and tucked his shirt into his jeans as Y/N made her way around her car, Stetson on her head, jacket thrown over her shoulder, just so she could do his belt when she got to him. He smiled at how adorable she looked, hung up on Jenny when the conversation was over and kissed Y/N on her forehead. His lips lingered and he took the Stetson, pulling away from her to run his fingers through his hair to fix the sexed-up mess before putting it on.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he told her, taking his jacket.

“You never are.” She smiled up at him, her eyes squinting cutely from the sunshine. He pulled her close and kissed her passionately, his body becoming a puddle of warmth and affection just feeling her kiss back with her hands on his belt.

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(Name) peered into the dark hallway, the feeling of eyes on her causing her to hesitate. She’d just left the dining hall, having been confused when she was the only one to eat dinner. Usually there was at least one other person, but tonight was different.

The Zoldyck Manor was always cold, but tonight (Name) regretted not wearing a cardigan over her thin summer dress. She usually was able to tolerate the chill, but the lack of light and her arms bare to the world caused her to shiver.

Making her way to her room in the dark wasn’t easy, especially when she couldn’t stop turning around to see if someone was following her.

It was quiet, too quiet. She should have at least seen or heard a butler cleaning or roaming the halls, but they wasn’t a single soul and sight. So why couldn’t she shake the feeling that she wasn’t alone?

(Name) opened the door to her room, closing it behind her as quickly as possible. She held a hand to her chest, her heart thumping painfully against her ribs. She couldn’t understand why she felt so scared, but upon entering the sanctity of her room, the feeling of eyes on her vanished.

Had it all been her imagination, a cocktail of her fear of the dark and the strange quiet that had overtaken the manor? Perhaps.

She readied herself for bed, changing into a pair of pajamas and slipping between the sheets before passing out.

—————

“Illumi.”

Hisoka stood directly outside (Name)’s room, listening to the sound of her sleeping. Said assassin had a vice grip on the magician’s arm, his eyes wide and wild.

“Why are you stopping me? Having second thoughts?”

Illumi bit his lip hard enough for red droplets to dribble down his pale chin, his eyes boring into Hisoka’s with an intensity enough to make the magician moan. “And what if I am?”

Hisoka grinned at the man, easily removing Illumi’s hand from his arm. “Then you’re more of a lovesick fool than I thought.”

Illumi watched Hisoka leave, the magician stopping near the bottom of the stairs.

“I’ll be headed to the Heavens Arena. I have some…” he licked his lips, groaning lightly, “new toys to play with.”

And with that, he was gone.

Illumi looked down at his hands, his vision blurry. Why did he hesitate? She needed to be taught a lesson, to learn her place in the world, with him. He just wanted to protect her…

But would he really be protecting her if he allowed her to get hurt? Wasn’t that just hypocritical?

He had thought he could bare it, thinking that her momentary suffering would be for the greater good.

But then he remembered how he felt when he saw her on the infirmary bed, barely clinging to life. He hadn’t told her that his match with her had nearly taken her life, because he didn’t want to believe it himself. How could one person be so weak to go into shock from a few broken ribs?

Right then and there Illumi had promised himself to keep her from harm, and yet there he was, planning on using her pain to manipulate her.

Was he really worthy of thinking he could protect her, when he couldn’t even protect her from himself?

Maybe she could survive a broken leg, but what if she couldn’t? What would he do if his jealousy and paranoia was the cause of her death? Could he ever forgive himself?

Illumi opened the door to her room, approaching the bed as if he was on a job, quiet as a mouse. He watched over her sleeping form, her chest rising and falling in rhythm.

He kneeled beside her, pushing a few pieces of hair out of her face, marveling at her beauty. ‘Soft…’ he thought, his fingers digging into the fat of her cheek just hard enough to take in the texture.

She stirred slightly, whining in her sleep at the feeling of him poking her cheek. (Name) swatted at his hand sleepily before turning away, snuggling into her pillow.

Illumi couldn’t help but chuckle. While awake, she may have put up with his shenanigans with a sweet smile, but no one liked being disturbed in their sleep.

Illumi began to think of how he may have dehumanized her and her kindness. For some reason, he assumed any transgression he committed against her would be forgiven because of her big heart. After all, she became his friend even after knowing he was an assassin and had been unkind to Killua. Surely there was no limit to the kindness she was willing to dish out?

No. (Name) was human, and Illumi shuttered to think how she might react if his plan was ever uncovered. If he had gone through with it, would she ever forgive him? Would she look at him with that pretty smile on her face and roll over, allowing him to step all over her tender flesh?

She loved like a dog, but dogs can bite back.

Illumi studied her face, taking in every detail. What would he do if she ever left him? Would he take her back by force? He didn’t want to think about that. She wouldn’t leave him, not unless he gave her a reason to.

“Illumi?”

He hadn’t noticed her (e/c) had opened until he heard her voice. (Name) blinked the sleep away from her eyes as illumi leaned back, sweat beading down his forehead.

Illumi usually didn’t have to think before doing something that would benefit him in the long run. If it meant he would get his way, he’d manipulate and hurt whoever he needed to.

But when (Name) looked up at him with those innocent (e/c) and sweet smile, he couldn’t help but shake away the thought from his mind. Of course he couldn’t hurt her, or have any part in causing harm to come her way. She was his light, the ray of sunshine in the darkness he was forced to dwell in.

“Did you just get back home?”

Illumi nodded. “Yes. Did you miss me?”

She giggled, reaching out and cupping his cheek. “Maybe!”

He leaned into her touch, allowing a pathetic sigh to leave his lips. “I missed you terribly, (Name).”

She sheepishly looked away and pulled her hand back. “It felt like someone was watching me earlier.” She changed the subject, hiding her flushed expression from him.

“Hmm. It must of been your imagination, but I’ll make sure we up security if it makes you feel any better.”

He watched her brows knit together. “It’s not just that, there haven’t been any butlers around since dinner. I don’t expect them to be working all night, but usually they’re everywhere. It was a little unsettling.”

She was more perceptive than he’d given her credit for. Illumi only nodded in response, sitting on the bed.

“They could be busy with something, like tending to my family or fending off intruders.” Illumi said, avoiding her eyes. He couldn’t look her in the eyes and blatantly lie. He may be able to get away with half truths, but she could tell when he was straight up lying.

“Hmm. I didn’t think anyone would try to intrude on a family of assassins.” (Name) mused, playing with her hair.

“It’s more common than you think. That’s why we have Mike.”

“Ah. That makes sense…”

It did make sense, it really did, but something was wrong. She didn’t know what was, but something at the back of her mind was telling her he wasn’t being completely truthful. She pushed these thoughts away.

‘Illumi is my friend, he wouldn’t hurt me. Ever.’

She let her hands rest in her lap, a yawn escaping her lips. “I’m going to go back to sleep. Goodnight Illumi.”

The man stood, taking one last look at her before leaving.

“Goodnight, (Name).”

When illumi returned to his room, he lifted the bag of Valentine’s Day treats into his arms, snacking on the baked goods. She’d made them with him in mind. There was dark chocolate, and the cookies were less sweet.

“What did I do to deserve such a wonderful girl?”

—————

(Name) was beginning to feel uncomfortable with the way people were staring at her.

After she’d woken up, Illumi escorted her to breakfast and hadn’t left her side since. Every employee and butler seemed to gawk at her, Illumi sending a glare to every single one.

“Do I have something on my face?” She asked after Illumi had taken her to the training hall to work out. He shook his head, giving her a once over.

“Nothing is out of place. Is there a reason you’re asking?”

He already knew the answer. The night before he told the employees that she’d be leaving her room in the morning with a broken leg, but she was walking around just fine. After she fell asleep, he had crept back into her room to watch her until she woke up. It was the only thing that could quell his anxious heart.

Thanks to that, he hadn’t informed the employees his change in plans, making them unaware of the situation at hand.

“Sorry, it’s nothing.”

He watched her smooth out her shirt before relaxing onto the floor.

Illumi was a lot easier on her than Kalluto was, only having her walk half a mile and do 3 sets of 10 push ups to warm up. He seemed to be softer on her in a lot of ways, except when it came to criticism.

“That stance is incorrect. If you were attacked, they would be able to knock you over instantly.”

He demonstrated by kicking her feet out from under her then catching her against his chest. “See?”

She nodded, standing again. “Mmm, that’s better, not perfect but better.”

It went on like this for a while, putting her into different stances before they broke for lunch.

————————

A few months passed like this, with Illumi training her day in and out. She was improving, and fast. Before, she could barely hold Ren for a few minutes at a time, and now she was holding it for up to 30 minutes.

Her fighting skills were getting better, but her real talent was her nen ability.

(Name) was a specialist, focusing on healing. With a single touch, she could heal surface wounds. Applying pressure would help heal bruises. With a kiss, she could mend gashes and broken bones with ease, although this skill took a lot of energy.

The more intimate and the more pressure applied the more effective the healing. It also had a lot to do with her feelings for that specific person. If she cared for them, her nen was more effective.

She hadn’t tested her ability on someone she hated yet, so she was unsure of what would happen if she did. (Name) knew in her heart, however, that her ability would never work on someone she hated, and may even be used to hurt them.

If her ability was based off of feelings and intimacy, there was a burning question that needed to be answered.

Would sexual intercourse with someone she loved be the pinnacle of her ability?

Illumi had only brought up the topic once.

“(Name), your nen works based on intimacy, correct? The deeper the connection between you and the patient means the better your nen works.”

She nodded, not looking up from her book. He hummed, staring at her from the corner of his eye.

“Does that mean your ability would be its most powerful during sex?”

(Name) slammed her book shut, turning to look up at him with a shocked red face.

“Illumi! Why would you ask me that?” She scolded, the tips of her ears turning pink.

The man stared down at her, his eyes unreadable. “Well, I just want to know if you’ll be having sex with random people to heal them.”

“Nope, never. Kissing injuries is the farthest I’m willing to go.” She said, shaking her head rapidly.

He paused, grabbing her chin and turning her head in his direction.

“What if I was so badly injured that your kisses wouldn’t work?”

The room was silent, (Name)’s eyes wide. He’d never seen her so flustered, pride swelling in his chest that he made her feel this way.

(Name) smacked his hand away, picking up her book and going back to reading. “Let’s just hope that never happens.”

—————

It was now the middle of June, and (Name) had been working tirelessly to train her nen. Because of her hard work and efforts, she decided she deserved a day off, and wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Oh Illumi~”

(Name) burst into his room, having become much more comfortable with him over the past few weeks. Illumi lounged on his bed, shirtless with a pair of sweatpants that hung on his waist lazily.

Even though she was more relaxed in his presence, she still wasn’t used to seeing men, super attractive ones at that, shirtless all the time.

“Yes, (Name)?” Illumi gave her an amused smirk when she struggled to answer him, catching her eyeing his chest and abs.

“I… I want to go to town! Together!” She exclaimed, standing stiff in the doorway.

“Are you asking me out on a date?” Illumi teased, earning a squeak from his friend.

“N-no! I just know you won’t let me go alone…” she mumbled, folding her arms.

She was wearing overalls over a pink sweater, a pair of rain boots on her feet. Ah, it had been raining lately, hadn’t it?

While she had gotten more comfortable around him, he was more comfortable teasing and poking at her. He enjoyed her reactions, but would always relent. Illumi didn’t want to make her dislike him, after all.

“Mmm… alright. I get to pick out where we go this time.”

——————

Illumi stepped out of the limousine, an amused smirk on his face.

(Name) had picked out his outfit, a white tshirt and jeans(he didn’t often wear jeans, but still had them for the off chance he wanted to wear them).

Even wearing such a simple outfit, he was still ogled at by both the male and female population.

This is what amused Illumi. (Name) had taken a possessive grip on his wrist, giving his admirers dirty looks as she escorted him into the place Illumi had picked.

“Hello, welcome to the Padokea Aquarium, how may I help you?”

A pretty blonde sat behind the counter, smiling politely. (Name) approached, Illumi’s hand still in her’s.

“Hi, I bought our tickets online!”

(Name) pulled up the receipts on her phone and the woman scanned them. Illumi almost laughed. She was sneaky, buying his ticket for him when he wasn’t looking. “Here, I’ll need to stamp your hand.”

(Name) let go of Illumi’s hand temporarily to get her hand stamped, then watched as the blond held his hand tenderly to stamp his. (Name) frowned, Illumi catching it out of the corner of his eye.

“There you go! Would you like to purchase a chip to exchange to feed the stingrays? They’re 15000 Jenny a piece!”

(Name) pursed her lips. “Sorry, but n-“

“We’ll take two.”

Illumi sat the money on the table, picking up the chips and handing one to (Name) she looked at it, an embarrassed, yet giddy smile on her face.

She didn’t know Illumi knew her better than she thought.

flashback

(Name), then a much younger girl, hummed to herself as she dropped wild blackberries into her basket. She’d been waiting for Illumi for a while now, and decided to waste some time by collecting blackberries.

After all, it was her fault for getting the time they were supposed to meet mixed up. She was a bit of a ditz, really.

“What are you doing?”

Illumi had appeared behind her, observing her from his place leaned against a tree. Although she had gotten more used to him randomly appearing in a close proximity to her, she still jumped when he did.

“Oh, Illumi! I got here early so I decided to pick these wild blackberries! They make a super good jam that I sell in town.”

He hummed, tilting his head. “What do you plan on doing with the money you make?”

She looked to him, her eyes sparkling. This was the first time his heart thumped against his chest when she looked at him, the young assassin ignoring it quickly.

“I’m gonna get some tickets to the Padokea Aquarium! We have a school field trip there next week, and all I have to do is make 30000 Jenny to go!”

Illumi would have offered to pay for her ticket, anything to keep that wistful smile on her face, but he knew she disliked receiving help from others. She was stubborn like that.

“I see. I guess I’ll pick some with you. Just bring some toast and jam next time you visit and I’ll consider it payment.”

The two spent their time together picking blackberries, though most of them ended up stuffed in their mouths.

Their next meet up was less fun.

(Name) was 15 minutes late, Illumi looking down at his watch with a scowl. She would be a little late sometimes, but 15 minutes was stretching it.

Before he could make his way to her home, she appeared in the tree line, her head slumped and her movements slow. He was quick to pick up on this, approaching her quietly.

“(Name)? Is something the matter?”

When she looked up at him, he felt his heart catch in his throat. She had a big bruise on her cheek, with eyes red and puffy from crying. The girl sniffled, plopping down on the stump.

“What happened?”

Illumi didn’t come into physical contact with (Name) often, but he couldn’t help his fingers lifting to brush against her cheek, his eyes wide with anger.

“… I didn’t get to go to the aquarium.” She answered, leaning into his touch. He scowled, lifting her chin for her to meet his eyes.

“What else?”

She could tell he meant business. If she lied or refused to tell him, he’d be angry. He had his ways of getting the truth out of her anyway, so there was no use in lying.

“I… I raised all the money to go, even enough to feed the stingrays… but…”

Tears fell from her already puffy eyes, Illumi stiffening.

“When I got to school, some of my classmates attacked me and took my money. The teachers wouldn’t believe me, so I had to stay at school while everyone else went to the aquarium.”

She was full on sobbing now, her head resting against his chest. For once, he allowed her this comfort, his fingers running through her hair as he seethed.

“… do you want me to kill them?”

(Name) looked up at him with her teary eyes, seeing he was being completely serious. She sighed, wrapping her arms around his waist and snuggling into him.

“… no. Just… let me stay like this for a while.”

And he did. He allowed her to soak his shirt with tears and snot, only moving when she did. They sat together in silence for a while, her head leaned against his shoulder.

She never mentioned being bullied again, but Illumi was looking for signs now.

At least every other visit she arrived a bit less cheerful, sometimes with injuries or red, puffy eyes. It hurt him to see her like that, but he wouldn’t go against her wishes.

Illumi would promise himself to take her to the aquarium one day, and get her whatever she laid her eyes on. After all, she had showered him in love and small gifts, why couldn’t he do the same?

flashback end

That had been when Illumi first started to fall in love with her. Even though she was weak and helpless, he couldn’t help being drawn to her sweet nature and determination.

He laughed at the memory, causing (Name) to look up in confusion.

“What are you laughing at?” She asked, her hand back in his. He shook his head, walking with her towards the first part of the aquarium.

“Just a funny memory.”

She nodded, her attention on the first attraction. She rushed forward, pressing her cheek against the glass to get a better look at the fish. They were gold in color, swimming around the tank lazily.

“Illumi! Come here!”

(Name) turned back to look at the man, but his attention was on something else.

A woman had approached him. She was a pretty thing. Tall, thin, with big eyelashes and soft makeup that highlighted her natural beauty. The woman wore a simple pink dress, her hand resting a bit TOO comfortably against Illumi’s shoulder.

“Hi there, what’s a handsome man like you doing visiting an aquarium all by himself?”

She batted her eyelashes, leaning in closer. (Name) felt herself scowl, rushing forward to put some distance between the two.

“He’s not alone, actually.”

(Name) butted her way between them, intertwining her fingers with his. The girl looked her up and down, a less than friendly smile on her lips.

“Oh, I see. You guys dating?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. (Name) paused.

They weren’t dating, so why did she have a right to get in between Illumi and a possible love interest? She began to back off, when Illumi wrapped a hand around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

“We are. Is there something you need?”

The woman was quick to leave, apologizing for butting in on their date. This left (Name) alone with Illumi, her head buried in his chest.

“She’s gone. Let’s continue.”

Illumi didn’t acknowledge her bashful face, but he did notice. He just took her hand and continued through the aquarium, stopping to watch (Name) gush over the fish and take pictures.

“… I don’t like when people approach you like that.”

(Name) spoke suddenly as her and Illumi licked ice cream cones he’d bought for them. They sat on a bench in front of a large tank, watching the various sea life swim by.

“Why, jealous?” he teased, stopping when she pouted.

“No, it just upsets me when I see them looking at you like that. It’s like you’re a piece of meat to them, but I know you’re not. You’re so much more.”

Illumi could feel the tips of his ears turning pink, licking his ice cream faster to cool down. “Oh, really? I’m pretty sure I caught you looking at me this morning.”

He cut his eyes to her, watching as she gasped and turned red. “You saw that? Ugh…”

She covered her flustered face, turning away. “You’re right, I’m no better than them.”

He sighed, pulling her close to him again. “I didn’t say that. You’ve never treated me differently because you find me attractive. Besides…”

He wiped his thumb against her lip, lifting it to his mouth to lick the ice cream that had been there off. “I don’t mind it, if it’s you.”

This time she wasn’t able to hide her red face, gaping at the man. It took her a few minutes to process what had happened as the gears turned in her brain. She shyly nuzzled her head into his arm, a pout on her lips. Illumi stood after a while, helping her up.

“Silly girl. Let’s keep moving.”

————

The rest of the visit to the aquarium was spent with (Name) holding onto his arm possessively, flaring up like an angry chihuahua when someone approached them. Illumi couldn’t lie, it felt nice to be protected so fiercely by the woman he loved.

“Oh, it’s the stingray feeding station!”

(Name) was jumping up and down, stars in her eyes. “Illumi, have I ever said you’re the bestest friend ever?”

He chuckled, leading her towards the exhibit. “A few times, yes.”

The two entered the room, taking in the smell of saltwater. (Name) almost passed out from excitement, taking in the sight with wide eyes.

There was a small booth set up in the corner where they exchanged their chips for two small buckets of fish. Illumi watched (Name) lean against the wall of the sting way tank, her heartbeat loud enough for Illumi’s keen ears to hear.

“Illumi. They’re so cute I’m gonna die.”

The little stingrays swam by (Name), the girl watching with her jaw agape. Watching her be so excited to see some fish made Illumi sigh in contentment, his heart soaring.

“Why don’t you try feeding them?” He offered, (Name) nodding.

She offered the stingray some fish between her fingers like the booth operated had instructed, gasping when it took the food from her hands.

“Ack!! Weird mouth!” She squealed, reeling back. Illumi caught her before she could slip and fall.

“(Name), you must be more careful.”

She could feel a laugh rumbling in his chest, a halfhearted pout on her lips.

The two spent a good 30 minutes feeding the stingrays and taking pictures. Illumi offered to buy her one, but she quickly declined, stating she had no idea how to take care of a stingray.

When they had their fill of the stingray exhibit, they exited the aquarium and entered the gift shop.

(Name) looked around, nothing really catching her attention. That was, until she saw a stingray plush with big dark eyes, reminding her of illumi. She checked her wallet, frowning when she realized she wouldn’t have enough.

As she turned away, illumi grabbed the plush, bringing it to the counter and checking out before she could even think. He plopped the stingray into her arms nonchalantly.

“Here, a souvenir.” He stated, not looking at her as he exited the gift shop. She followed behind him, carrying the large plush in her arms.

“Lumiii, wait up!” She called, jogging to catch up with him. She grabbed hold of his sleeve, huffing. “You’re always so fast.”

“Am I fast, or are you slow?”

He waited for her to snap back, but the feeling of her grip on his sleeve tightening caused him to look back.

Her eyes were focused on a man just a few feet away from them. He was handsome, with short, curly blonde hair and striking green eyes. “Hey (Name)!”

The man jogged forward, stopping in front of the pair. (Name) visibly tensed, her eyes wide, like a deer in headlights. Illumi scowled at this.

“It’s been forever since I’ve seen you. Moved away when we were in high school, yeah?”

He grabbed her shoulder, gripping it lightly. Illumi stiffened.

“… Lee, what do you want?”

Her usual friendly and upbeat voice was low and hostile, pushing his hand off her shoulder.

“Aww, don’t be like that (Name). It’s been 10 years, aren’t you over that yet?”

He grinned down at her, like a shark circling its prey. (Name) scowled, grabbing Illumi’s hand and walking off. She didn’t so much as glance in his direction again, rushing to blend in with the crowd exiting the aquarium.

Illumi watched this all silently, not speaking until the two found themselves in a cafe, (Name) sitting across from him at a small booth.

“What was that about?”

She rubbed the place the man had grabbed her shoulder, disgust apparent on her face. “I have no idea. I knew the guy from elementary to high school. We were really good friends, until…”

She shook her head, trying to shake the memories from her mind. “It doesn’t matter, it’s in the past. I don’t want to talk about him.”

Illumi leaned his cheek against his hand. Now this was strange. (Name) had never mentioned having any friends in high school, not to him at least. By the way she reacted to his presence, the man had to have done something bad enough to earn her distaste.

“What would you two like to order?”

—————

The pair strolled through town with their hands connected. Illumi would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying himself. It felt like they were on a date, something he’d never gotten to experience before.

Illumi was an attractive man, so he’d been asked out many times in his life, but never felt the urge to accept the requests. Now, though, he regretted that a bit, because he had no experience in dating.

Thankfully, (Name) was a natural. Maybe it was because she saw this as a friendly outing instead of date, but she never made anything awkward and always had something for them to do.

They visited the city park next. (Name) pointed out a secluded bench and they sat together, relaxing under the afternoon sun.

“Oh, Lumi, that cloud looks like a heart!”

She shook his shoulder to get his attention and pointed at the sky.

“Mmm. It looks like a cloud to me.”

He was being completely serious. Illumi didn’t have much of an imagination, so finding shapes in clouds wasn’t something he was good at.

“Oh, those clouds look gray. Crap.”

(Name) stood suddenly, grabbing Illumi’s hand and rushing towards the entrance of the park. Before they could escape, rain started to poor down, soaking the pair. (Name) held her plush to her chest, attempting to shied it from the rain as they searched for somewhere to escape the rain.

They found shelter in a nearby clothing store. As soon as they were inside, Illumi opened his phone and called for the limousine. “Bring towels and a change of clothes for the both of us.”

(Name) sighed and sat down, leaning against the wall. “I hate running in denim. I’m gonna be chaffing everywhere.”

Illumi raised an eyebrow. “Chaffing?”

“Oh, it’s kind of like a rash? Happens when your clothes rub against your skin, for me it’s between my legs. I have thicker thighs and denim, especially wet denim, irritates my skin.”

He nodded, immediately looking between her legs. “I see. I’ve never experienced a problem like that.”

“That’s because your legs don’t rub together.” She explained, closing her legs when she noticed him staring.

Illumi hadn’t been exposed to different peoples way of life, so it was always interesting when he’d learn a new thing about (Name). Even if he may have thought her problems were silly sometimes, he’d listen and absorb any information about her life she was willing to give him.

“Master Illumi.”

Tsubone stood at the entrance to the store, her granddaughter Amane next to her. (Name) stood, brushing back her wet hair to try and look as put together as possible.

“We have brought towels and clothing. Let’s get you to the changing rooms, (Name).”

The girl paused, blinking. “I can change myself, you know.”

“Yes, she should be fine.” Illumi said, his eyes narrowing. What were they up to?

“Her wet clothing is quite heavy, and I’m afraid she might slip and hurt herself. Amane will accompany her, for safety reasons.”

“And what if I object to that?”

Illumi stood at (Name)’s side, his expression darkening by the second. He didn’t trust the two butlers at all. They were loyal to his father, after all, and Silva wasn’t known to send them out for just anything.

“Your father gave the direct order to keep (Name) safe. Allowing her to change by herself goes against that order.”

Illumi scowled, gritting his teeth. He couldn’t go against his father’s orders, even if he wanted to. Silva had ordered for (Name)‘s protection, but why?

“… alright. I will change as well.”

Illumi left to the men’s changing room, glancing back at (Name) one more time before disappearing from sight.

“Miss (Name), follow me!”

The woman named Amane offered her hand, which (Name) took hesitantly. ‘I didn’t get a say in any of that.’ She thought, letting Amane lead her to the changing room.

Once inside, Amane set down her clothing and towel, helping (Name) undress. The two butlers were right to worry, because when (Name) attempted to step out of her overalls she slipped on the water pooling on the floor. Amane caught her with ease, holding her steady until she was able to stand evenly again.

“My, you’re as clumsy as Master Silva said you are.” Amane stated, (Name) pouting in reply.

“But… apparently your nen ability is very interesting.”

(Name) raised an eyebrow. When did the subject of her nen get brought up?

Amane ran the towel up (Name)’s nude body, drying her off. “I heard you and Illumi were on a date today. How romantic.”

“Not a date.” (Name) mumbled, pulling the towel to her chest. Amane hummed, unfolding the dress that she’d picked out for (Name) to wear.

“Oh, what a shame. Illumi seems like he’s head over heels for you.”

This caused (Name) to freeze, the gears in her head spinning. Head over heels? No way. A handsome man like Illumi would never find a boring girl like her attractive.

“I don’t think that’s true.”

“Oh, but it is. When he brought you home, he informed the butlers to take extra good care of you, since you’d be his future wife.”

Wife? You two were just friends, not even dating, where had the term wife come from? This was too much for (Name)’s mind to handle.

She did remember Illumi mentioning that his parents were interested in their relationship and they had called her his little girlfriend…

“Usually the Zoldycks participate in arranged marriages to other powerful nen users, so imagine Master Silva and Mistress Kikyo’s surprise when their eldest son brought home a woman with massive potential as his future bride. They were ecstatic!”

Amane continued, pulling the dress over (Name)’s head.

“You should really consider it. If you were to marry Illumi, not only would you be taken care of for life, but your family would be too.”

Amane toweled her hair dry.

“All you have to do is give Illumi an heir.”

(Name) gasped. “You mean… a child?”

Amane nodded, smiling at the girl sweetly. “Yes. Mistress Kikyo desperately wants grandchildren. The more the merrier, but one would do.”

(Name) wasn’t listening anymore. Marrying Illumi didn’t sound awful, after all he was handsome and sweet to her, but she hadn’t even been out on a date with him. She also wasn’t sure he even really liked her in that way. Illumi had warned her to be careful of his fathers personal servants.

But she couldn’t stop thinking of the last thing she’d heard. She’d need to bear Illumi a child, and that meant…

Her face turned a bright scarlet, her hands reaching up to cover it immediately.

“Just think it over. I mean, Master Illumi is handsome isn’t he? He would make a great husband.”

Amane left it at that, patting her head. (Name) followed her out of the changing room.

Illumi was waiting at the front of the store, having a stare off with Tsubone. When he noticed (Name) approach, his eyes softened.

She couldn’t make eye contact with him, her mind still racing. Illumi noticed this, his eyes cutting to amane.

“What did you say to her?”

Amane blinked innocently. “Nothing, just some girl talk. Right, (Name)?”

The girl nodded quickly, moving past Illumi to run to the limousine.

Illumi frowned. He turned his attention to the two butlers, his aura dark. “If I find out you said something to her, I’ll take care of you myself.”

Tsubone only nodded. “Of course, Master Illumi.”

——————

The car ride home was awkward. (Name) struggled to keep a conversation going, her eyes drifting from Illumi’s eyes to his exposed chest. Did they really have to bring such a low cut shirt for him?!

“Is something the matter?”

He reached out to cup her cheek, but she dodged him. “N-nothings ethe matter! Just thinking about wife- I mean life!!”

Illumi raised an eyebrow at this. “Okay. Well, we’re almost home.”

(Name) hated to make him worry over her, but it was hard when her heart was racing a million miles a minute. Did he really like her? When did that happen, and what about her had caught his attention?

She found herself smoothing out her hair, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. It was strange, he was always staring at her. Was that a sign that he liked her?

(Name) had never had a boy like her, that she was aware of. She had no dating experience, and little to no confidence in her appearance. Why would he like her? That was the biggest question on her mind.

“Illumi?”

The assassin looked up from the magazine he’d been flipping through. She didn’t recognize the company, but could see advertisements for weapons and assassinations. (Name) decided to not think too much about that. “Yes, (Name)?”

She twirled her hair, looking everywhere but at him.

“Do you have a type?”

He blinked, tilting his head. “Type? What do you mean?”

Oh, right. Illumi didn’t understand most phrases and what they meant.

“Oh, um… your type means what you like in a romantic partner. Like their personality, looks, etc.”

“Why do you need to know that?”

He hadn’t meant to sound so suspicious, but her asking that out of the blue was strange, especially considering his father’s servants had been alone with her just minutes ago.

“Oh, no reason. Just curious.”

Illumi hummed, leaning against his seat in thought. Did he have a type? He hadn’t really been interested in any person besides (Name), but if he had to put it into words…

“I like… honest women. Women that are kind, and affectionate.” he answered, listing the traits he liked about (Name).

“What about looks? Is there anything specific you look for in a woman’s appearance?” She prodded, Illumi becoming more and more suspicious by the second.

“Do I really need to answer that?”

She huffed, crossing her arms. “Yes, it’s an important detail.”

“Important how?”

(Name) groaned. He just loved avoiding her questions with an inquiry of his own. It was something that annoyed her.

“Important because I’m curious!”

Illumi relented with a sigh. “I guess I prefer women with softer features. Though, I am not very picky. Appearances don’t matter to me really.”

That was mostly the truth. He did like women with softer, more plush bodies, at least he liked (Name)’s. Illumi had taken noticed of her newfound curves when he first laid eyes on her during the Hunter Exam, and he liked what he saw.

“Oh. I see.”

This wasn’t helping ease (Name)‘s mind. He’d practically described her! Did he really like her in that way, or was she reading into things?

“Now, what is your type, (Name)?”

Illumi leaned forward, staring at her with his dark eyes.

“Oh- um!” She sputtered, scratching the back of her head sheepishly.

“I guess I like people that treat me kindly. I don’t care much about looks either, but… long hair is nice.”

He hummed, tilting her chin up so she was looking him in the eye.

“Do you like my long hair, (Name)?”

Her jaw dropped, unable to speak. Illumi laughed, dropping her chin and crossing his legs.

“Oh, I’m teasing. Of course you do.”

(Name) tried to respond, but she couldn’t get any words out. The rest of the car ride was spent in silence, Illumi watching her with an amused expression.

——————

The two took a quick shower and changed before walking to dinner together. (Name) had put a little bit of extra effort into her appearance, wearing a soft sweater and knee length skirt. She had applied a bit of makeup and painted her nails, Illumi humming in appreciation.

“You look nice. What’s the occasion?”

He led her to the dining hall with a hand planted firmly on her waist.

“I just felt like dressing up. Is there a problem?”

He glanced down at her. “No, I quite like when you dress up.”

It was hard to hide how happy his compliment made her, her eyes crinkling as she smiled. Illumi caught this, his face growing hot. Did she like when he complimented her?

“Illumi, (Name), glad you could make it.”

Kikyo met them at the door, her cold smile growing wider at the sight of the pair. Illumi stood up straighter, his hand slipping from (Name)’s waist. “As are we, another.”

(Name) peeked past Kikyo to see that everyone was present in the dining room tonight. Kalluto caught her eye, giving her a small wave.

“Oh, let’s get seated. Your father has an announcement to make tonight.”

Illumi tensed. That could mean anything. What would he be announcing, with (Name) present?

The two took their seats, Illumi’s hand taking (Name)’s.

#x reader #anime x reader #headcanon #reader insert #requests open #smut requests #hxh imagines #hxh x reader #hxh illumi #illumi zoldyck #illumi hunter x hunter #illumi x reader #reunited illumi x reader #illumi headcanons #illumi x you #hunter x hunter feitan #hunter xhunter #hunter x hunter headcanons #hunter x hunter x reader #kurapika x reader #hxh kurapika #kurapika #kurapika x y/n #hxh feitan #feitan porter x reader #feitan portor #feitan #hxh #hxh headcanons #hxh chrollo

[solarwynd]

https://www.tumblr.com/solarwynd/747123700874297344/i-saw-this-old-jimin-tiktok-on-my-fyp-about-his?source=share

I saw some being like "oh she's posting jimin's videos on her Instagram where people are putting hearts and calling them cute, he's definitely dating her" and I'm like WHAT??? What are you 9 ??? Who even thinks like that?

Also people tend to Forgot that he's literally THEE PARK JIMIN like he's not just an any idol but he's someone the whole industry talks about when it comes to dance and performance. There won't be a single moment even in future where they'll talk about the best dancer/perfomer of the industry and they won't mention jimin cause he's a "IT" in that department. They're in the fandom so they see him regularly so think he's just their best friend or something but he's a celebrity with a bigg reputation and impact. The dancers and perfomers look upto him and would do anything to share a stage with him. Jimin is just as significant as BTS even as a solo. If i danced with him as the way the girl did (I'm sorry idk her name, but it's the girl many call his reflection 😅 and she was the one who was posting all the stories from fans where she was tagged and doing choreo with him) i would literally never let anyone forgot who i danced with lol.

Idk what kind of alternate universe these stupid people be living and when you tell them he ain't dating her, they start lecturing you "why? Because she's just a backup dancer? So what? Love can happen with anyone" and I'm like brother move??? 😑😑😑 I'm sorry but kpop really has the stupidest arguments and like who even thinks that far over something so normal? I wouldn't think he's dating someone until unless we get a proof cause nothing these boys do can suddenly make me think to they're dating xyz cause they literally do the bare minimum than than anyone else in entertainment industry.

“Armys always say that they would be fine with bts dating. They talk about the future, not the present tense, because when there are any rumors about a relationship, armys deny it

In short

Armys: members can date anyone they want, they are adults and we respect them and their privacy🥰

Also armys when there is real evidence that one of the members has a girlfriend: impossible 🙈🙉🤬🤥”

Army have such a long history with never being able to be normal about the women BTS interact with. And some of them think being “normal” is to over compensate. Even besides the sk one who did the reflection portion, there was the one from fallon that people were putting on a pedestal for no reason. Like y’all had no idea this woman even existed before now.

They had found her socials the minute after that episode aired and started to follow her then wanted to act like that wasn’t weird. They’ll stress themselves out over the same scenarios they created in their own heads because when they see these men with women, they’re imagining their potential futures where they’re not the one who will be with them romantically.

I think TH with Jennie (and JK with all the girls he’s been caught with) are the only examples we’ve gotten of any of BTS actually being with women. Some people say that the reason armys were upset about TH being with Jennie is because they hate her. And while that’s part of it, they didn’t know any of the girls JK has been seen with. And they’re still in denial that he could have been with them in a dating sense. They simply just don’t like the idea of them dating period.

#double answered asks

[mercmenagerie]

"oh my god, archie, you should've seen his freakin' face!" loud voice cracks with laughter, jenny passing the now just about finished bottle back to her partner in crime. legs swing as her body shifts, from energy and the buzz of alcohol alike. "he could barely even believe it, like, when you just walked off wit' all'a that? it looked like he'd been robbed by a GHOST or somet'in, priceless! then he was all, hey, did you just see that? an' i was like, nope, byeeee!" her laughter ripples again, buckling forwards to the edge of the van roof this time, but not enough to lose balance. and she keeps laughing, letting it trail off into little bursts of giggling... then silence. her fingers that cling to the roof had slid closer to the sniper's own hand during her wild motion, but she wasn't moving them back. instead, she's looking over at him, a smile still on her lips. "... what?" she can't help but ask. what was he looking at? ... how long had he been looking?

That lingering buzz of adrenaline from the initial on foot chase and subsequent car chase still hums through the huntsman, just enough to make the tips of gloved fingers tingle slightly. How those idiots thought they could catch these two was beyond him. From her speed and Archie's handling of the van, it was an easy job. Didn't mean it was any less fun. Somehow, these outings were a bit more lively when the Scout tagged along. There's some part of him that feels like he should analyze that feeling closer, but why ruin a good thing while they had it? An occational odd skip in his pulse was probably some side effect of the damn respawn and nothing else. Doesn't mean Jenny's laughter is any less contagious and has Archie chuckle right along with her as the last rays of sun warm up the roof of his van.

The sky was a blaze of colors, a painters pallet of scarlets, oranges, and pinks all bleeding down into a creeping indigo night. It all lit up the scout's face with a golden glow, which caught Archie by surprise when he noticed it. That constant drone of summertime insects blending with those fading giggles as the joke wears thin and awareness circles back around. Even with the slight tint from his sunglasses, he can make out the dusting of a blush on the highpoints of Jenny's cheeks. Its.... cute. Cute?

She caught him staring before the sniper could look away, a dingo with its foot in the snare. Sure, he could grumble something noncommital under his breath and simply look away, and yet he just continues to stare. Suddenly very keenly aware of their closeness and the proximity of hands, the sniper inches his gloved fingers closer in a simple test.

"Nothin, was just listenin' to you." He liked her laugh, Archie was suddenly becoming way too aware of how many things he liked about the scout, his mind immediately pulling the emergency breaks. He was not some soft hearted school boy for christ sake. They were both mercenaries. Coworkers at that! This was a side gig between friends who both liked to cause more than their fair share of trouble. The huntsman's feelings were nothing beyond friends. Or... at least that is what he told himself, that fraction of an inch lean forward meant absolutely nothing. He meant absolutely nothing to anyone, and that's how he preferred things.

#¡ we have captured the enemy intelligence ! answered ❞ #¡ your time has come and gone ! blu sniper ❞ #im screaming into my pillow rn #ive had this reply IN MY BRAIN #HE DOESNT WANNA MAKE THE FIRST MOOKOOOVE #clrbox

[thelonesomequeen]

Is 🦎 around? I would like to know her opinion too ☺️

I’m here I’m here!

My personal opinion, and I could be wrong, is that a lot of it has to do with fandom behavior. I know that aggravates some people to hear, but we also can’t pretend like people out there aren’t acting completely unhinged, either. I would occasionally scroll his name from time to time on Twitter to see what would pop up, and there was a good amount of hate directed towards him. Even using his @ and not just his name. If we think back even a year ago before a relationship was confirmed, he was constantly called the internet’s boyfriend. He was thirsted over heavily. He couldn’t make a single post on twitter without the responses being “YES KING” or “that’s my captain!” or “😍” and other similar statements from fans. Then as soon as the relationship was confirmed he started receiving the exact opposite. It was constantly dragging and hate in the replies to the point where he stopped posting so others couldn’t reply (why he didn’t just change his settings I’ll never understand). But that didn’t stop people from still @ ing him. And when the app is on your phone, it’s hard to resist picking it up and scrolling. I think watching fan behavior go from loving you to hating you so severely (it was never even this bad in the Jenny days) can do a number on how someone is feeling and it’s easier to avoid all of that by just getting rid of social media.

And fan behavior on instagram isn’t much better either. He barely posts as is, but even posts with Dodger that used to get a ton of love and traction in the fandom stopped doing well, too. He stuck to stories mostly to avoid comments (my guess). But it hasn’t stopped fans from going after his friends and family either. Notice how many have shifted to private or started weeding out people they don’t know from following. There are people constantly tagging him in posts with wild conspiracy theories and even constant reposts of screenshots from Alba’s shower video. Regardless of whether you think she posted that shower video intentionally or not, I think we can all agree that people who create accounts to share it again, and then make a new account when it gets deleted to share it again are going way too far. If you don’t agree, you should probably strong consider joining Chris on that social media break.

Again, maybe that’s wrong. It’s just an opinion. But I’m not entirely convinced fan behavior isn’t part of the reason he’s gone from social media. I think it was an experience that went from fun to unbearable pretty quickly. A lot of us have observed this shift happening and have been predicting it would eventually cause him to delete social media for a while now. 🦎

[hellmouth]

Okay, so, because I was caught in 4K HD in the tags on @hero-adjacent's post rambling about this theory that I don't think I've heard anyone on the brainwave of before, I figured I'd write the whole thing out. This is probably going to be a goddamn dissertation and I am so sorry. Giving credit where it's due for being the one who first said it, @reetamorgan was the original Oh Shit Oh Fuck mastermind here.

So bare with me here alright, this is off the fucking walls at first but hear me out:

We never get a specific timeline (to my knowledge) of exactly when Angelus was cursed with his soul, only that it happened when he killed a Romani girl (I'm not using the slur, Whedon, get bent) and the Elder of that tribe had him cursed with his soul for the pain and suffering he caused On Purpose like he was some kind of vampire psychological sadist Picasso. Now, here's where we get into the theory at hand: what if that girl was Drusilla?

Dru was sired in the mid-1800s, Darla was the one who hand-picked her for Angelus to bat around like a cat with a mouse, but it was his decision to sire her instead of kill her because he thought she was special (Angel 2x5). Darla was not 100% on board- case in point:

Angelus: "We turn her into one of us. Killing is so merciful, in the end, isn't it? The pain has ended."

Darla: "To make her one of us? She's a lunatic."

Angelus: "Eternal torment."

And he sires her before she can take her vows solely so that he can have the final laugh. Which... is kind of a big fuck you to just have nothing done about it, you know? What sparked the theory itself is a conversation that takes place in BTVS 2x14 Surprise in an exchange between Jenny and her uncle and the very specific language he uses to describe the situation which is as follows:

"...You just forget that he destroyed the most beloved daughter of your tribe? That he killed every man, woman, and child that touched her life? Vengeance demands that his pain be eternal as ours is!"

Except we do! Because it's my post and I said so and I warned you this might get dissertation length!

So the main reason this made us pause and stare at each other like the slow-pan to look at the camera in The Office after our- what- I think this is our third or fourth rewatch together? Was because he used the word "destroyed". He didn't say killed. And because he used the phrase "eternal pain" directly after this. Obviously that kind of tragedy stick with you for a very long time, but that specific usage very much sounds like something that they are actively still suffering with the consequences of, and not just because Angel is still alive.

We get a little bit of Drusilla's life in Angel the series, granted, with her mother telling her that her visions are an affront to the Lord and a little bit about her sisters, but to my recollection, we don't really get that much about her family life or ties other than this? I would think that it's entirely reasonable to assume that they could be of Romani descent, that her mother may have decided to possibly step away from her family once she was married and embrace a different lifestyle, or one of many different scenarios that would put her and her family slightly out of the frame of that lense, and that the visions Drusilla has could very well be a hereditary thing, something passed down from generation to generation, or possibly one that skips a generation, much like the Elder Woman is mentioned having visions in Surprise when Jenny's uncle tells her that she's seen that Angel's pain is lessening, that her visions are never wrong. This could also be why her mother reacts so aggressively to Drusilla having these visions in the first place, why she was so adamant that only God was supposed to see things before they happened.

Angelus proceeds to kill her entire family in front of her for The Bit, before forcing her to run to a convent to escape him and waits until just before she's about to take her holy vows before he turns her, again, purely for The Bit, and if that shit doesn't get you cursed, especially a curse of that magnitude, I don't know what else says fuck around and find out quite like that does.

I also think that it would be a rather karmic thing if the fate of Angel's soul was quite literally in the hands of the girl he tortured to madness and turned into a vampire, eternally bound to kill to live and still wracked with visions of things to come, whether it be knowing Buffy would become someone that would irrevocably change Spike, the man she herself sired, hence her almost desperation for him to get rid of her when he first comes into contact with her, or even the smaller glimpses at visions she gets throughout the Buffyverse of things that one way or another do come to pass.

It would also serve to tie into the weird connection and mutual trauma that Buffy and Drusilla seem to share, down to the fact that they even share a birthday. That because of Angel and Spike, their lives are always going to be a little bit entwined, they both love Spike in their own unique ways, and they both have a love and loathing for Angel for the attention and love he's given them and for the utter betrayal and frankly sadistic level of malice he has for both of them for making him feel anything for them when he's without his soul, how he's absolutely overtaken by the need to destroy everything that they hold dear, to take every last bit of light in their lives and make them suffer for as long as possible because they made him feel before he kills them or sires them- which I'm entirely convinced that if he got the chance when it came down to it, he'd have tried to turn Buffy too. Because as he said before, death is an end to the suffering. He wants it to last. He wants it to be eternal.

Anyway, that's the Overview of the "what if Drusilla is the reason for Angel's curse" bit that Wills and I have been tossing back and forth like Apollo's prophecy dodgeball. This was way more words than I had originally intended but goddammit I do my research when I have quite literally nothing better to do with my time. This has been Theories With Boofer, thanks for tuning in, that's my time.

#buffy babbles #this got so much longer than I intended it to I am So Sorry #curse of cassandra #passion and pain #you still don't get a tag Darla in this house we Hate You #soul and sacrifice #calender girl #that summers girl #witchy woman #the dru theory

[sofiamantegafan110]

NEW X-MEN EPISODE 7

EPISODE 7: LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO, PART 2

WE OPEN UP EXACTLY WHERE WE LEFT OFF, WITH LAURA CONFRONTING THE MYSTERIOUS KIMURA. SHE ASKS HER HOW SHE WASN’T ABLE TO PICK UP HER SCENT EARLIER, AND KIMURA TELLS HER THAT ONE OF HER LITTLE DEVICES WAS MADE TO MAKE HER UNDETECTABLE TO LAURA’S SENSES. LAURA TELLS HER THAT SHE KNOWS WHY SHE’S HERE, AND SHE WON’T COME BACK. EVER.

KIMURA: SWEETIE, WE’LL SEE ABOUT THAT. IF THERE’S ONE THING I WAS GOOD AT, IT’S PUTTING YOU IN YOUR PLACE.

SUDDENLY, KIMURA IS BLOWN BACK BY A GUST OF WIND AS SOFIA AND JAY APPEAR BEHIND HER. SOFIA SNAPS AT KIMURA, TELLING HER TO GET AWAY FROM LAURA. KIMURA SMIRKS, ASKING IF THESE ARE HER LITTLE FRIENDS COME TO SAVE HER. SHE ASKS IF THEY TRULY KNOW WHAT SHE IS, AND WHAT SHE’S DONE, OR IF SHE’S HAD TO HIDE THAT FROM THEM. LAURA GLARES AT HER.

LAURA: ENOUGH GAMES. I WILL MAKE YOU LEAVE, ONE WAY OR ANOTHER. IT’S YOUR OPTION AS TO WHETHER OR NOT YOU HAVE ALL YOUR LIMBS INTACT.

CUE INTRO AND CREDITS.

LAURA CHARGES AT KIMURA, CLAWS BARED, BUT KIMURA BLOCKS HER WITH EASE, AND PULLS HER DOWN. JAY GRAPPLES WITH HER, BUT KIMURA GIVES HIM A SWIFT KICK TO THE STOMACH BEFORE SLAMMING HIM ONTO THE GROUND. SOFIA FLIES FORWARD, THROWING A PUNCH AT THE ASSASSIN, BUT KIMURA IS ABLE TO BLOCK THAT TOO, DELIVERING A KICK TO THE SIDE OF SOFIA’S LEG AND CAUSING HER TO SCREAM IN PAIN. KIMURA PUNCHES HER IN THE FACE BEFORE KNOCKING HER DOWN AND PULLING OUT A GUN.

KIMURA: LET THIS ONE SERVE AS A REMINDER OF WHAT HAPPENS TO THOSE WHO TRUST YOU.

BEFORE SHE CAN SHOOT SOFIA, LAURA MOVES IN THE WAY, CATCHING A BULLET IN THE SHOULDER. JAY HELPS SOFIA UP AND SHE USES THE WIND TO SLAM KIMURA DOWN ONTO THE GROUND. JAY TELLS LAURA THAT THEY NEED TO RUN, AND LAURA NODS. AS THEY RUN OFF, KIMURA LOOKS UP, YELLING THAT THIS ISN’T OVER.

MEANWHILE, CESSILY SAYS THAT THEY’VE BEEN GONE FOR TOO LONG. SHE WANTS TO FIND THEM. JULIAN SIGHS, TELLING HER TO GO AHEAD WITHOUT HIM. HE’LL JUST RUIN EVERYTHING AGAIN. CLARICE SITS DOWN BESIDE HIM, ASKING HIM IF HE’S STILL FEELING UNDER THE WEATHER.

JULIAN: I FEEL SO CLUELESS. SHE’S HAD A CRUSH ON ME ALL THIS TIME AND I COULDN’T EVEN SEE IT! WHY COULDN’T SHE HAVE JUST TOLD ME?!

CLARICE: COME ON, DUDE. YOU KNOW WHY.

JULIAN SIGHS.

CLARICE: LOOK, IT CAN FEEL KINDA EMBARRASSING WHEN SOMETHING IS HAPPENING RIGHT UNDER YOUR NOSE. I WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT BEING REJECTED BY SOFIA THAT I DIDN’T REALIZE THAT SHE LIKED ME BACK. AND THEN THE NEXT MORNING, MY FIRST THOUGHT… WELL, IN ALL HONESTY, MY FIRST THOUGHT WAS ‘OH MY GOD, I JUST HAD SEX WITH SOFIA MANTEGA’, BUT THEN I THOUGHT ‘WHY DIDN’T I TELL HER HOW I FELT SOONER IF THIS IS HOW SHE’D REACT?’, AND THEN I REALIZED THAT THERE’S ALWAYS A PERFECT MOMENT THAT BRINGS US TOGETHER WITH THE PEOPLE WE LOVE. YOU JUST NEED TO FIND YOURS.

JULIAN SIGHS AGAIN, AND TELLS HER THAT SHE MADE A GOOD SPEECH, AND HE NOW HAS A SENSE OF VALIDATION SINCE HIS SUSPICION THAT SHE HAD SEX WITH SOFIA IS CONFIRMED, BUT IT DOESN’T MAKE HIM FEEL ANY BETTER. HE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO FIND A PERFECT MOMENT, OR IF IT’LL EVER APPEAR. CLARICE TELLS HIM THAT SHE’S GOING WITH CESSILY, SANTO, ANGELO, AURA, CAM, AND JENNY TO TRY TO LOOK FOR LAURA, JAY AND SOFIA. MAYBE HE SHOULD TAG ALONG.

JULIAN: NO THANKS. I FEEL LIKE I JUST NEED SOME TIME TO THINK.

CLARICE: SUIT YOURSELF, ROMEO.

MEANWHILE, SOFIA MOANS IN PAIN AS SHE LIMPS ALONGSIDE JAY AND LAURA. JAY STOPS AND TELLS LAURA THAT SOFIA’S HURT. THEY NEED TO TAKE A BREAK. LAURA ASKS HER WHY SHE CAN’T JUST FLY IF WALKING HURTS SO MUCH. SOFIA WINCES AND SAYS THAT WITH HER LEG BROKEN LIKE THIS, SHE CAN’T CONCENTRATE ENOUGH TO HARNESS THE WINDS PROPERLY. LAURA SIGHS AND TELLS THEM THAT THEY SHOULD HIDE. THEY DUCK BEHIND A BUILDING AND SOFIA SITS DOWN, SPREADING OUT HER BROKEN LEG.

JAY: WHERE DOES IT HURT?

SOFIA: WHERE DO YOU THINK? THAT WOMAN KICKS LIKE A MULE. EITHER THAT OR MY BONES ARE THAT FRAGILE.

LAURA: KIMURA HAS SEVERAL ENHANCEMENTS INSIDE HER THAT MAKE HER INDESTRUCTIBLE TO EXTERNAL ATTACKS. I BELIEVE THIS ALSO INCREASES HER DENSITY IN SOME WAY.

JAY: WHILE WE HAVE A MINUTE, MIND TELLING US WHO THIS BITCH IS? BECAUSE IF SHE LAYS A FINGER ON MY FAMILY, THERE’S GONNA BE HELL TO PAY.

LAURA SIGHS AND TELLS THEM THAT THEY BOTH KNOW THAT SHE SHARES THE SAME ABILITIES AS WOLVERINE, INCLUDING HIS CLAWS, HEALING FACTOR, SENSES, AND ADAMANTIUM SKELETON. BUT THE REASON FOR THIS IS BECAUSE SHE IS A CLONE, CREATED FROM WOLVERINE’S GENETICS TO BE A WEAPON FOR A GROUP KNOWN AS THE FACILITY. KIMURA WAS HER HANDLER, AN INDESTRUCTIBLE SADIST WHO MADE SURE THAT SHE WAS PUSHED TO HER LIMIT.

LAURA EXPLAINS THAT WHEN SHE WAS TEN YEARS OLD, SHE WAS SENT ON HER FIRST MISSION TO KILL THE NEWLY APPOINTED SENATOR GREG JOHNSON. WHEN SHE DID, SHE MURDERED HIM AND EVERYONE AROUND HIM IN A BRUTAL MASSACRE. SHE REVEALS THAT SHE KILLED ANYONE AND EVERYONE THAT SHE WAS TOLD TO, BUT THERE WAS A LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS; SARAH KINNEY, THE WOMAN WHO AGREED TO CARRY HER, AND WHO WOULD BECOME HER MOTHER.

SHE SAYS THAT EVENTUALLY, SARAH DECIDED TO FREE HER FROM THE FACILITY’S GRASP. SHE KILLED EVERYONE THERE AND DESTROYED THE BUILDING FOR GOOD, BUT NOT BEFORE THE FACILITY PULLED ONE FINAL TRICK UP THEIR SLEEVE. A CHEMICAL TRIGGER. ONE THAT WHEN SHE SMELLED IT, SHE WOULD GO INTO A BLIND RAGE. AND SOMEHOW, THAT TRIGGER WAS PLACED ONTO SARAH.

LAURA HAS TEARS IN HER EYES AS SHE EXPLAINS THAT WHEN IT WAS ALL OVER, SHE KILLED HER MOTHER, WHO GAVE HER A NAME BEFORE SHE DIED. THE ONLY PERSON WHO SURVIVED WAS KIMURA, WHO VOWED TO FIND HER AND GET HER BACK UNDER CONTROL. SHE TRIED TO LIVE WITH SOME FAMILY OF SARAH’S, BUT KIMURA FOUND THEM. THEY BARELY ESCAPED ALIVE AND LAURA HAD TO LIVE ON THE STREETS AND UNDER THE RADAR FOR A WHILE UNTIL WOLVERINE FOUND HER AND RECRUITED HER TO XAVIER’S. BUT NOW, KIMURA HAS FOUND HER BY SOME UNKNOWN MEANS.

SOFIA: UGH! I JUST REALIZED! AFTER THE CAMPFIRE, I TOOK A GROUP PHOTO OF OUR SQUAD AND POSTED IT TO MY INSTAGRAM! THAT MUST BE HOW SHE FOUND US!

JAY TELLS HER NOT TO BEAT HERSELF UP. IT WASN’T HER FAULT. BUT THAT MONSTER NEEDS TO BE STOPPED, SOMEHOW. LAURA SAYS THAT THERE’S NO WAY TO STOP HER. SHE’S BASICALLY INVULNERABLE. SUDDENLY, KIMURA CALLS OUT, SAYING THAT SHE KNOWS THEY’RE THERE. THE INJURED ONE IS SLOWING THEM DOWN, AND SHE KNOWS SHE TAGGED LAURA BEFORE THEY RAN AWAY. THE SMART THING TO DO WOULD BE TO COME OUT AND ACCEPT HER PUNISHMENT.

SUDDENLY, CESSILY, CLARICE, JENNY, ANGELO, SANTO, CAM, AND AURA APPEAR, TELLING KIMURA TO BACK OFF. KIMURA SMIRKS, SAYING THAT THE LITTLE CLONE HAS GOT QUITE A GROUP OF FRIENDS AT HER RESCUE. TOO BAD THEY ALL HAVE TO DIE. CESSILY IMMEDIATELY FORMS A MERCURY BLADE FROM HER RIGHT HAND AND CHARGES AT HER, BUT KIMURA PULLS A TASER FROM HER BELT, ELECTROCUTING HER.

KIMURA: I’VE BEEN STUDYING YOU ALL FOR A WHILE NOW, REALIZING YOUR WEAKNESSES! IF YOU DON’T TURN X-23 OVER TO ME, I WON’T HESITATE TO KILL YOU!

ANGELO: BIG TALK, CHICA. LET’S SEE YOU BACK IT UP!

ANGELO’S HANDS STRETCH TOWARD KIMURA, BUT SHE GRABS THEM, PULLING HIM TOWARD HER AND KICKING HIM IN THE STOMACH. CAM LUNGES AT HER, BUT SHE DODGES WITH EASE, KICKING THEM IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD. SANTO CHARGES NEXT, ANNOUNCING THAT IT’S CLOBBERING TIME, BUT KIMURA LEAPS OVER HIM, ATTACHING SEVERAL SMALL DEVICES TO HIS BACK. THEY EXPLODE, BREAKING SANTO’S BACK APART, AND HE FALLS TO THE GROUND IN PIECES.

SANTO: THAT… DID NOT ROCK… AT ALL…

CLARICE LOOKS OVER AND NOTICES A RED FEATHER ON THE GROUND. SHE TELEPORTS AWAY, AND JENNY BACKS UP, WARNING KIMURA NOT TO COME ANY CLOSER. FRIGHTENED, SHE PROJECTS HER MIRROR BETWEEN THEM, BUT KIMURA IS UNFAZED. JENNY ASKS HER WHY IT DIDN’T WORK. HER MIRROR SHOULD SHOW KIMURA’S TRUE SELF.

KIMURA: I GUESS I’M MY OWN WORST ENEMY.

KIMURA PUNCHES HER HAND THROUGH THE MIRROR, BREAKING IT, AND HITTING JENNY RIGHT IN THE NOSE. SHE FALLS DOWN, HER NOSE GUSHING BLOOD AS KIMURA LOOKS OVER AT AURA, WHO IS TENDING TO CAM. SHE ASKS HER IF SHE’S READY TO LOSE THOSE PRETTY LITTLE WINGS OF HERS, AND AURA GLARES AT HER, DEFIANTLY.

MEANWHILE, JULIAN IS SITTING ON THE PORCH, ON HIS PHONE. LUCINDA COMES OUT AND TELLS HIM THAT EVERYONE’S OUT LOOKING FOR HIS LADY. WHY ISN’T HE? JULIAN TELLS HER THAT LAURA’S NOT HIS GIRLFRIEND. AT LEAST, THAT’S WHAT HE THOUGHT.

LUCINDA: Y’KNOW, I GET YOU, RICH BOY. IT TAKES A MAMA OF TEN TO REALIZE WHEN SOMEONE’S GOIN’ THROUGH A MIDLIFE CRISIS. WAY I SEE IT, YOU NEVER THOUGHT OF THIS GIRL AS ANYTHING MORE THAN AN ACQUAINTANCE AND YOU MIGHT SECOND-GUESS ALL THE ROTTEN THINGS YOU MIGHT’VE SAID TO HER.

JULIAN: YOU READ MY MIND.

LUCINDA: BUT I BELIEVE THAT THE REASON WHY SHE AIN’T COME BACK YET IS BECAUSE SHE’S IN TROUBLE. AN’ ALL YOUR FRIENDS ARE NOW IN TROUBLE TOO. NOW, YOU CAN SIT HERE MOPING, OR YOU CAN GET OFF YOUR ASS AN’ PROVE TO HER THAT YOU CARE. YOU CAN BE A HERO.

JULIAN STANDS UP AND THANKS HER, TELLING HER THAT SHE’S RIGHT. HE NEEDS TO HELP LAURA. BE THERE FOR HER. AND IF SHE’S RIGHT AND LAURA IS IN TROUBLE, THEN HE NEEDS TO PROTECT HER. HE FLIES OFF AND LUCINDA SMILES AT HIM, BEFORE TELLING DANI THAT HER HUNCH WAS CORRECT. SHE REALLY DOES KNOW THESE KIDS INSIDE AND OUT. DANI SMIRKS BEFORE TELLING HER THAT IT’S A LIVING.

MEANWHILE, CLARICE BLINKS OVER TO WHERE THE TRAIL OF FEATHERS END, LOOKING SHOCKED AS SHE SEES SOFIA INJURED. SHE BENDS DOWN AND ASKS HER IF SHE’S OKAY AS JAY ASKS HER WHAT’S GOING ON. LAURA LOOKS OVER AND SEES KIMURA CURRENTLY INTIMIDATING AURA AND SAYS THAT THEY SHOULDN’T HAVE COME. SHE BEGINS TO STAND UP, BUT JAY STOPS HER, SAYING THAT WHATEVER THAT WOMAN WANTS WITH HER, IT CAN’T BE GOOD. LAURA NODS AND SAYS THAT SHE NEEDS TO PROTECT THEM, MOVING OUT OF HIS WAY.

AURA GROANS AS KIMURA HOLDS A KNIFE TO HER THROAT, BUT LAURA STEPS UP, HOLDING HER HANDS UP IN SURRENDER AND TELLING KIMURA THAT SHE’LL GO WITH HER. KIMURA SHOVES AURA TO THE GROUND AND TELLS HER THAT THAT’S CUTE OF HER TO TRY TO SAVE HER FRIENDS, BUT LAURA’S DISAPPOINTED HER FOR THE LAST TIME. SHE NEVER TRULY INTENDED TO BRING LAURA IN ALIVE.

BEFORE LAURA CAN REACT, KIMURA STRAPS A COLLAR AROUND HER NECK, CAUSING HER TO FEEL WEAK. KIMURA SMIRKS, SAYING THAT THAT COLLAR SAPS AWAY HER POWERS, INCLUDING HER HEALING FACTOR. WITHIN MINUTES, SHE’LL DIE FROM ADAMANTIUM POISONING. BUT SHE’S NOT A COMPLETE SOCIOPATH. SHE’LL PUT HER OUT OF HER MISERY LIKE THE ANIMAL THAT SHE IS. WITH THAT, SHE PLACES HER GUN TO LAURA’S HEAD WHILE THE TEEN COUGHS UP BLOOD.

SUDDENLY, KIMURA IS THROWN INTO A WALL AND CLARICE TELLS SOFIA THAT SHE DIDN’T KNOW SHE COULD DO THAT AT THE MOMENT. SOFIA LOOKS UP AND GIVES HER A PAINED SMILE, SAYING THAT THAT WASN’T HER. CLARICE FOLLOWS HER GAZE AS A GREEN AURA SHINES ABOVE KIMURA.

JULIAN: GET AWAY FROM HER. NOW.

KIMURA STRUGGLES TO GET UP, TRYING TO REACH A SONAR DEVICE ATTACHED TO HER HIP, BUT SHE SUDDENLY CRIES OUT IN PAIN AS BLOOD LEAKS FROM HER NOSE, EARS, MOUTH, AND EYES. JULIAN TELLS HER THAT HE DID HIS HOMEWORK. HE KNOWS SHE’S INVULNERABLE, BUT NOT IF HE CAN TELEKINETICALLY CRUSH HER BRAIN INTO A PEBBLE FROM THE INSIDE. KIMURA GLARES AT HIM AS SOFIA STANDS UP, TELLING JULIAN TO STOP. RIGHT NOW, LAURA NEEDS HIS HELP.

JULIAN: FINE. BUT AS FOR YOU, IF YOU EVER TRACK LAURA DOWN AGAIN, I WILL STOP YOUR COLD BLACK HEART BEFORE YOU CAN EVEN BLINK. GET OUT BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND.

KIMURA IMMEDIATELY SCAMPERS OFF AS JULIAN JOINS SOFIA AT LAURA’S SIDE. SOFIA LOOKS UP AT HIM, TEARS ROLLING DOWN HER CHEEKS AS SHE TELLS JULIAN THAT IT’S TOO LATE. SHE’S GONE. JULIAN PICKS HER UP, TELLING HER THAT HE’S SORRY FOR EVERYTHING. CESSILY BREAKS DOWN IN TEARS AS SHE AND THE OTHERS, INCLUDING SANTO’S SEVERED (BUT STILL LIVING) HEAD, WATCH SOMBERLY. JULIAN BLINKS AWAY TEARS BEFORE GRABBING LAURA’S COLLAR WITH HIS TELEKINESIS. DESPITE SOFIA TELLING HIM TO STOP, HE TRIES TO BREAK THE COLLAR, EVENTUALLY BREAKING IT APART. HE THEN BEGINS CPR ON LAURA, PRESSING HIS MOUTH TO HERS.

SOFIA: LAURA, PLEASE, COME BACK TO US…

LAURA SUDDENLY COUGHS, AND JULIAN BREAKS AWAY IN SHOCK AS SHE SITS UP. SHE LOOKS OVER AT JULIAN IN SURPRISE BEFORE CESSILY WRAPS HER IN A HUG. LAURA LOOKS OVER AT WHERE KIMURA’S VAN USED TO BE, MUTTERING THAT THIS ISN’T OVER.

LATER, BACK AT THE GUTHRIE HOUSE, LIZ TELLS SOFIA THAT SHE’LL BE FINE IN A FEW DAYS, BUT SHE SHOULDN’T DO ANY SUPERHEROICS UNTIL THEN. AS CLARICE GIVES SOFIA A KISS, JULIAN SIGHS, TELLING LIZ THAT HE COULDN’T DO IT. EVEN AFTER HE SAVED LAURA, HE STILL COULDN’T TELL HER HOW HE FEELS. SHE SIGHS, TELLING HIM THAT THEY’LL BOTH GET THERE. THEY JUST NEED TO FIND THE RIGHT TIME.

CLARICE: *SING-SONG VOICE* PERFECT MOMENT…

MEANWHILE, LAURA TELLS CESSILY THAT SHE COULDN’T TELL JULIAN HOW SHE FEELS, EVEN AFTER HE SAVED HER LIFE. CESSILY HUGS HER, SAYING THAT EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE. BESIDES, SHE’S THERE FOR HER, NO MATTER WHAT. JAY JOINS IN ON THE HUG AND LAURA SMILES, ADMITTING TO HERSELF THAT MAYBE IT IS GOOD TO HAVE FRIENDS, BEFORE THEY JOIN THE OTHERS AT THE DINNER TABLE FOR A THANKSGIVING FEAST.

MEANWHILE, KIMURA SIGHS, SAYING THAT SHE FAILED TO ELIMINATE X-23. IT APPEARS HER LITTLE SUPER-FRIENDS WERE GREATLY UNDERESTIMATED. MEANWHILE, ON THE OTHER END OF THE CALL, A HULKING BLACK SHADOW SAYS THAT IN DUE TIME, X-23 WILL SLIP UP, BUT KIMURA MADE A MISTAKE IN HER ATTEMPT TO TERMINATE HER. AS THE SHADOW LOOMS CLOSER, WE THEN SEE WHO IT IS.

KINGPIN: X-23 COULD STILL PROVE USEFUL… IN TIME… JUST WAIT AND SEE…

#new x men #laura kinney #sofia mantega #julian keller #jay guthrie #cessily kincaid #clarice ferguson #santo vaccarro

[darling-i-read-it]

HCs for Indiana visiting his girlfriends classroom

Indiana Jones x student!fem!reader

Warnings: age gap relationship (the reader is legal ofc), light teasing

Requested: by anon, May I please request Indiana going to an s/o’s classroom, where the s/o is a student in that class?

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

Author’s Note: i hope you enjoy love <3

- getting into a relationship with a student is not beneath Indiana Jones because that man's morals are so messed up-

- they would of course have to be of age which is the norm for the college classes he teaches

- though he does warn you about his tendency to fall in love and move on but you prove to continue to be entertaining, just by being you

- which is why he promises to keep you entertained as well

- half of the school had a crush on Indiana or at least saw him as some kind of eye candy

- he had field experience along with a handsome face so he was a well sought out teacher

- people requested him left and right which meant for the few years you went to the college, you were never guaranteed a class with him

- one semester you had a history class with someone else, a woman teacher that you liked well enough

- she was concise and went straight to the point so she was easy to pay attention to

- you barely even noticed when Indiana walked in you were so engulfed in your studies, furiously writing down the notes on the board and leaving yourself subtle notes

- though everyone else noticed him

- he was quite hard to miss

- you sat in the back corner of the class so that you wouldn’t often get called on

- when you looked up again you saw the girls eyes had followed something to the back of the class

- ‘Can I help you Doctor Jones?’ your professor asked

- you turned around, surprised to see Indiana there just behind you

- though you had been his student for a couple of months it was still odd of you to see him in his professor get up rather than his hat and button up

- ‘Just came to observe a couple future students. I don’t mean to disturb.’

- you had to fight from rolling your eyes and just looked down at your paper

- your professor gave him a gentle unsure nod and went back to her lengthy lecture

- Indiana walked around the class, helping students out very quietly, pointedly ignoring you

- the girls were just lapping up his attention

- one had put her hand on your shoulder and her face had gotten so close that you ‘accidently’ knocked your book off your table, causing a loud crashing sound that startled everyone

- within the last ten minutes of class he finally kneeled down beside you

- ‘Need any help?’ he asked smugly

- ‘No, why don’t you go finish your talk with Christine. Or maybe April. Or perhaps Jenny.’

- he laughed gently and sneaked a hand onto your thigh

- you tried to stop yourself from getting flustered, forcing yourself to look away from him as his warm hand landed on your pants

- ‘They’re not nearly as fun’

- you felt like the whole room was staring but not more than a few people were even giving you a second thought

- he stood up and moved away, leaving a note on your desk

- ‘Meet me in my classroom. I have another free period.’ it read

- you gave him a look and averted your gaze, as to not give yourself away

Indiana Jones Tag List: @elisaa-shelby, @groovygirlie, @russian-soft-bitch

#indiana jones x reader #indiana jones imagines

[ktheist]

2prettybestfrens | jjk

muses. jeon jeongguk x reader x park jimin ft. kim taehyung

genre. strangers to lovers!au. university!au. 

words. 18.2k

drabbles. pjm

feedback.

warnings. mentions of physical insecurities, alcohol use, juul use, mention of adoption, mentions of dysfunctional families, handcuffs - lots of handcuffs, jeongguk crossdressing, too many one-sided pinings lmao 

synopsis. you’re in love with kim taehyung who’s in love with jennie kim who’s in love with professor kim namjoon. so park jimin doesn’t exactly fit in all of this, yet he’s always been there in your weakest moments which may or may not be caused by your heartbreak boy - or so jeongguk likes to call him.

oh and jeongguk? you don’t even know jeongguk until that party-gone-awry night where you end up handcuffed together to ponder on what you did.

x

when you uploaded a snapchat of your darkened room and a single teary-eyed emoji because kim taehyung uploaded one where a beautiful girl was covering her mouth while she giggled, jimin snapped back a ‘why r u awake 😬’ to which you snapped the same darkened room with a slightly different angle and a ‘just cause’. his last snap to you contained a ‘cool wanna call?’ before you dialed him up and ended up talking until 5 in the morning before bidding each other-

“well, good night then,” you’d muttered.

“g’morning,” he’d wished you back in a soft mumble and a hint of sleepiness taking over.

that happened on a friday night. on monday and for the rest of the week, you merely greeted each other in the hallway and went on your days without the inclusion of the other.

when you sat by yourself on the bench on the sidewalk of campus, under the shade of a great old tree a few feet away from your department after being left high and dry when kim taehyung’s friends asked him if he’s joining them to get mcdonald’s which he’d in turn asked if you wanted to tag along and you said you were good only because you never did well in groupies - park jimin sat down next to you, head thrown back as he squinted at the gaps of the leaves where the tiniest of sun rays managed to pass through and dot his face. blonde tresses swaying ever so softly when the wind blew past you.

“so how was finance?” he looked like he was asking the waving branches.

“eh, it was fine, professor kim’s a good teacher,” you shrugged, the sight of jennie suavely smiling and said professor shooting glances at her made you mentally vomit.

“man,” he blew a gust of air from his mouth as he ran a hand through his semi-long tresses, “were we in the same class? because all i remember was dozing off five minutes into class.”

“that’s why you should sit at the front,” you’d suggested.

it was then, did he push himself off the ground and stood up, black and white jacket pushed back as he slipped his hands into the pocket of his jeans. eyes narrowing while his tongue protruded against the inside of his cheek before he went, “you hungry?”

“starving,” you rolled your eyes before collecting your mac and holding it to your chest, bag slung over your shoulders.

the both of you didn’t go to mcdonald’s but the food tasted just as good that day at the cafe in your faculty.

when kim taehyung asked jennie if she was free friday night and the girl turned to you with an endearingly oblivious, “do we have any plans on friday?” and taehyung awkwardly but not so hesitantly corrected, “um, i mean, just you jennie,” the air, without a doubt turned tangibly tense and awkward.

“oh,” jennie’s brows knitted together as she stared at him, as though trying to spot the caption on his forehead as to why he invited only her when everyone knew you and jennie never go anywhere without the other if you didn’t have any prior engagements, “well, ___ and me are going to hang out together so yeah, i’m not free.”

you weren’t sure if she was dumb or playing dumb but you’d found out later that night, that she’d been irritated with kim taehyung’s non-considerate advancements which she’d recently noticed seemed to exclude you ‘i hate people who make plans in front of someone and not invite them’ was her exact word before she followed up with a ‘blockedt’.

but backtrack to when the tension seemed to rise higher than the sky, you were saved by jimin when he came mini-jogging towards you with that adorable boyish smile and crescent eyes, “hey, i was looking for you - you wanna walk to accounting together?”

you’d waved jennie and taehyung goodbye and gladly walked with jimin to class.

and so it goes, with kim taehyung’s eyes lighting like fireworks in the midnight sky when he sees jennie and the girl itching to make a beeline to the opposite side of where he comes from and you shooting her ‘be nice’ looks whilst park jimin pops up now and then in the most convenient time until ‘us’ no longer comprise of you and jennie but also taehyung and jimin.

so much so, some of your casual friends come to you asking for either of the boys when they seem to have something to inform them which you’re not sure why isn’t informable through text. but either way, you’ve become two best friends with additional friends.

maybe said additional friends happen to fall in the top list of cuties in the girls and gays’ books but besides kim taehyung, if you looked, like really really looked at park jimin, you concurred, perhaps he does have the right to be in said list with his unblemished, smooth skin, perfect pink lips and pretty sparkly eyes.

“what?” his lips do the thing where they curl, revealing a pair of perfectly lined white pearls.

“nothing,” you say as you find yourself third-wheeling in taehyung’s bmw with jimin at the back and the first commenting something about his older sister liking to shop at zara as well when jennie asked you if you were free tomorrow to go to the mall near campus.

“i mean i can go with you girls, i have a two-hour gap between classes,” the boy offers.

“oh,” the first laugh trickles out of your mouth without a stop switch, “you’re so cute.”

you can hear jennie snickering in the passenger seat as you turn away from the angle where taehyung could see you in the rear-view mirror, only to come face to face with jimin who seems to get your humor.

“it’s not a big deal,” taehyung shrugs, a tinge of pride in his voice.

“my man,” jimin pats said man on his shoulder, “you don’t know jack shit about women.”

“what?” the older boy asks, perplexed and quite honestly irritated for some reason - but then again, he never seems to like jimin’s quick-to-catch-on nature when it comes to any girls-related topics.

“two hours is not enough to shop, taehyung,” jennie finally decodes the long standing cipher, “we can barely explore one shop.”

by the end of her words, you’re is full out snickering like an unattractive hyena, “i thought you have a sister?”

“i do,” there’s a tinge of confusion in his tone, “she usually goes shopping with her boyfriend.”

“well, how long did it take them to go shopping?” she quizzes, sharing an amused look with jimin.

“uh,” it’s then, do you hear the sound of the screws in taehyung’s brain twisting, “she usually stays over whenever they do.”

“well, whatever you think they did after they went shopping - it’s probably not it,” jimin snickers, shoulderline jolting as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“so cute,” jennie echoes your earlier words, neck craning to look at the two other passengers in the back seat as she gives you a one-eyebrow-lifted look as if to say ‘this is the guy you’re crushing on?’

at that, you shrug, unapologetically mouthing ‘he’s cute’ - in a much different and adoring sense than the first time which jennie must’ve gotten when she shakes her head, a hopeless smile on her lips as she turns to the road again.

you were on your way to the movies then.

x

“oh my god,” jennie squeals, eyes skimming your specifically-handpicked-by-jennie-kim attire, “you look so cute!”

“only because i agreed to be your live mannequin,” you say rolling your eyes but the curl of a smile on your lips is unstoppable.

“no - because i know what kind of style suits you,” she narrows her eyes in a ‘you know i’m right’ kind of manner, “no offense, your usual style is cute too but it’s more like an... ‘i have a crush, don’t talk to me’ kind of look, you know?”

“am i wrong though?” your eyebrows rise, mimicking her ‘you know i’m right’ look.

she raises a hand, her free one scrolling through her phone as she announces, “i don’t recommend crushing on airheaded guys but you do you sis,” then she looks up, staring at you straight in the eye with the most deadpanned expression, “but if he breaks your heart, i’ll break his leg,” it’s a full, solid moment later, just as you were about to burst out laughing, does she say, “literally.”

and it’s times like these that you fear for another person’s life that isn’t yours - well, taehyung’s life isn’t just anyone’s but - as she turns back to her phone ever so casually.

but before you can fret any further, your phone vibrates, the words ‘chim’ flashing across your screen with a ‘get yo asses down’ and contrasting ‘ur chauffer awaits’ popping a second later.

“get your ass up. they’re here,” you end up saying, pushing your phone into the back pocket of your leather pants that jennie manages to convince you to put on for some unknown reason - that reason going along the lines of ‘kim taehyung’ and ‘jealousy’, but you’re not one to dwell on why one do things they do as you accept jennie’s grabby-motioned hands in request for assistance to be pulled up.

it turns out the shopping plan gets pushed to saturday where taehyung is basically spouting out how he’s a good judge for fashion and that he hasn���t gone to the mall since the semester started which to be fair, was only a month ago. 

you’re not sure how jimin ended up tagging along - the two aren’t even the bestest buddies - but someway, somehow, he always manages to get taehyung to pick him up and drop him off whenever the taller man makes plans to go out with you and jennie.

“wow,” jimin is the first to notice, mouth taking on an ‘o’ shape he basically ogles in plain daylight.

“what do you think?” jennie comes up behind you, chin resting on your shoulder as she wraps her arms around your waist then she turns to taehyung who was the last to get out of the car, “doesn’t ___ look pretty, taehyung?”

at the sound of his name rolling off the tongue of the girl he’s been pining for since he laid eyes on her, his gaze lights up - but only to meet jennie’s. one look at you and he turns back to her with the most beautiful smile, “yeah, she looks great - did you help choose the top?”

“actually,” the girl begins with a cheery tone - they’re walking a few steps behind you whilst you and jimin walk together. it’s been like that for as long as you remember, “i picked out the whole fit. it wasn’t easy though because...”

kim jennie walking side-by-side with kim taehyung whilst you with jimin whenever the two boys join you, be it whether to get to a class you all share, to go to the library to study or to get some lunch - has become a familiar view to your mutual friends. so much so, you’ve heard of a rumor going around that you’re a couple of best friends.

like literal couples. you with jimin and jennie with taehyung. thanks to that, no one would have suspected jennie’s relationship with professor kim nor would anyone see through the veil of friendly smiles and amicable conversations to be you pining over your best friend’s alleged boyfriend.

you’ve gotten used to hearing jennie and taehyung’s conversation fade into the background yet never really able to disregard the way taehyung laughs at something your best friend says or the sight of the two walking a few feet ahead with taehyung’s head almost always turned to jennie’s and the girl, oblivious, occasionally cranes her neck to look at him at the beginning of her sentence before directing her gaze to the front where she’s walking.

jennie dislikes taehyung less now, if only because he steers the conversation towards the areas of interest - which he seems to know a lot of. kudos to you for answering his ass-crack o’clock texts of ‘heyyy what kind of movie does jennie like?’s and ‘heyy you girls got any plans tomorrow?’s.

“you look great in those leather pants, by the way,” jimin’s voice makes you turn to the other boy, a boyish smile on his lips, “so let me guess,” his head tilts to the side as the dip between his thumb and index finger hooks itself underneath his chin, eyebrows knitted together in heavy contemplation, “are you going for a good girl gone bad kind of look,” a playful smile tugs on the corners of his lips, “or are you in a secret biker gang and have a biker meeting at 7?”

you lean closer to the man, hand covering your mouth as you whisper, “you didn’t hear this from me but we’re convoying to disney land. i heard it’s more magical during christmas.” 

or so you thought your whispering skills were close to perfect but a cat with brown hair pops up from next to you, eyes glinting with excitement, “did someone say christmas?!”

so you end up early-christmas shopping just because of that one word that triggers the warm-hearted-who-ness in her. and that’s how you, taehyung and jimin gets dragged from one store to another. but where your attention gets robbed with material things like-

“oh look, a snow globe with a puppy and a snowman in it!” you shake the see through globe, watching as pseudo snowflakes rain over the unmoving pupper and olaf lookalike before you sigh, “technically the snowman isn’t alive and the doggo is alone by itself in a world where nobody else can enter - and on christmas at that . oh my god, i think i’m gonna cry.”

- but jennie’s interest lies within the holiday-themed clothes. sweaters. costumers. lingerie. you name it and jennie kim tries it on.

“___ - pssst, hey,” there she goes, hiss-whispering your name as if you’re not right in front of the curtain she’s poking her head through, eyes darting around for the two boys who, last you saw, were doing the best to look interested in reindeers and candy printed sweaters.

“what, girl, what?” you whisper back, trying to peek through the gap of the curtain over her head as if you’ve never entered a changing room together.

and as if reading your mind, her bare arm that’s supposed to be wrapped with the floral cotton material of her sleeve - shoots out, hand wrapping around your wrist.

a “wha- ah-!” probably echoed off the walls and turned some heads but you’re no longer in the position to check as you find your back pressed against the wall of the cubicle and red and white lace-wearing jennie posing for you.

“so?” she beams.

“those are so cute, oh my god,” you end up his-whispering whilst trying to keep your voice low, “where did you get them? i only ever saw you checking out - and you have got to admit this - ugly sweaters!”

“girl, the lingerie section is just next to the sweaters,” her eyes seem to disappear behind her crescents as she crinkles her nose, “no but for real, you think i was gonna buy them? i just needed the boys to go away. and. they. finally. did,” she rolls her eyes, “it took awhile but kim taehyung is so persistent.”

“that’s why he’s so... cute,” you hum, eyes shutting close as the picture of the aforementioned man flashes behind your eyes. he’s looking at you with those dark eyes and he’s smiling at you with that magnetic-

“gross! get your ass out of the gutter,” a squeal hits the air as your eyes flutter open to the sight of your best friend’s contorted faces as if-

“um, girl,” you tilt your head just the slightest bit, hand on your hip while your other hand raises in a ‘hold up’ manner, “out of the two of us, you’re the one that’s gotta stop being silly and start wrapping professor kim’s willy.”

a stick of tongue out is all you’ve got as a response before she turns to her phone that’s vibrating at an alarming rate.

that’s when you feign almost-vomit, “did you - ulgh - sent him a - ulgh - nude?”

in any ordinary circumstance, she would have made faces to mimic a much ridiculous series of vomiting in response to your fake almost-vomits but when her smile tugs downwards in a disheartened pout, you practically drop all the ugly sweaters you picked out just for the sake of getting into the christmas spirit and rush over to the girl - which is only one and a half feet away.

“hey, hey, what’s wrong?” you coo as she starts blinking back tears.

“i knew it,” she huffs out a puff of air, hand fanning at her waterline, “i fucking knew it.”

in between the ‘you’re okay’s and ‘everything’s going to be okay’s on your part and jennie’s increasingly growing sobs, you manage to make out the words she blurts out. something along the lines of ‘not spending as much time as we used to’ and ‘because i’m ugly as fuck’. so you hold her tighter, fingers brushing out the potentially forming knots in her hair each time it gets into her tear stained face and gets aggressively pushed out of said face with the back of the hand. 

it’s been going on since the start of the third year - the ‘i can’t make it tonight’s and ‘sorry, i’m going to have to rain check’s. 

you’ve been a silent spectator of how your best friend’s face lights up whenever she talks about her secret affair with the youngest professor in the business faculty, how he lives up to her private swooning with the smallest ‘miss kim, how was your day’s when he met her in the hallway, ever so casually greeting one of his supposed students like any professor would and treats her to fine-dinings and became the reason why forehead kisses are her favorite kind of kiss now.

he never really tried to hide his fondness for her even at the faculty and though you knew your best friend could get anyone she wanted, you were dubious of whether that anyone actually deserved such a loving, beautiful person. nonetheless, kim namjoon seems to be the exact person who does.

“hey, look at me,” you implore, sitting cross-legged on the floor whilst your knees touch and your fingers twine together in a fingers hug, or so jennie coined the term in your first year, “you’re so beautiful.”

“you don’t mean that,” she mumbles out.

“girl, if i were to be born again and were allowed to choose how i’m going to look - i want your eyes, they like, pull people in - not gonna lie, i started talking to you because you were intimidating but also really alluring. does that make sense?” you hold up a hand when she begins to giggle lightly, head shaking in show of her disagreement.

“but when i did get to know you, you’re the sweetest, squishiest,” a protest falls from her lips as she clasps a palm over the spot on her arm that you just pinched, “person alive. and oh!” you pinch her cheeks next, chuckling at how she crinkles her nose and like the feline she’s always been associated with, “and i want your cute chubs cheeks! and your adorable nose, and your lips,” you pause for the longest moment before retracting, “okay maybe i’d want my lips but your lips are juicy too!”

she makes a sound at the back of her throat, eyes of dried tears rolling, “please, i barely have any lips.”

“i mean, they’re still kissable,” you shoot her a suggestive look, “and i know out of the two of us, one would kiss you if she’s a little bit more fruity.”

“okay, maybe you think i’m kinda pretty,” she gives in.

but that’s not enough for you,“bih, you’re a literal goddess,”

“i’m not but anyway beauty is subjective so maybe namjoon’s perspective’s changed.”

“nope - nu-uh, we can cry and just... let ourselves feel the emotion that’s been bottling up and burst at one single message but what we’re not gonna do is mope around, being sad all day because of our presumptions that someone else thinks we’re not good enough or pretty enough. because you are and i would die for you.”

she hiccups, “i don’t know if i would die for you but i’d sacrifice my first born for you.”

“ew,” you feel your nose crinkling, “no, you’re not gonna trap me with a kid - that’s a trap right there and i’m not falling for it.”

jennie ends up laughing too loudly that one of the store attendants end up kicking you out. jimin and taehyung followed suit a second later, acting like they didn’t know you two but walking towards you anyway. you’re not sure if they noticed jennie’s swollen eyes but neither mentioned anything about it. instead, taehyung suggests- “since we’re already out, you guys wanna go to chanyeol’s party?”

x

so you end up going to the party. the apartment’s too cramped for your liking but jennie’s found some mutual friends of yours that she’s dancing and laughing with. and maybe that’s why you haven’t bolted right out of the door the moment you stepped in.

jimin found some of his own friends. they’re probably not from the faculty since you don’t remember seeing them around and taehyung-

you’re not quite sure why taehyung is following you around like a lost puppy and trying to make small talks with you. internally, your heart’s doing flips but your head’s been giving out one of those obnoxiously loud sirens with lights as red as the cup you’re holding.

“...and you know, it’s pretty cool how they managed to attract foreign investors within six months of starting up their business,” taehyung is saying, the awkward shrug and eyes glued to the ground telling you that he’s not so into whatever he’s saying either.

“yeah, like, they definitely got lucky or something,” you nod in agreement.

funny how the blare of the music is barely allowing you to have a proper conversation but all you hear is deafening silence as you stand five feet apart - the kind of distance that screams acquaintances but less than friends and most definitely not lovers.

but then he stands on his two feet instead of leaning his weight on just one - and he looks at you right in the eye for the first time that night. and your stupid heart goes fluttering like the petals in a field.

“hey, i don’t wanna be a nosy or anything but,” he pauses for the briefest second, eyes slanting to somewhere on the dance floor where you think you last saw jennie and then he refocuses back to you. but you already know where his mind and soul remains, “what happened today? like, jennie’s acting off, like something’s bothering her and she’s kinda drinking more than she should and it kinda feels like she doesn’t want me around.”

it takes a moment to ponder on how much you should say before your words become affirmation and affirmation will probably lead to more assumptions and - “well, you should ask her.”

“uh, i- she doesn’t- i don’t know how - i don’t wanna annoy her, you know what i mean? and since you’re best friends, i thought maybe you’d-” he’s scratching the back of his head when you cut him off.

“there’s your answer,” you raise the half-empty cup that’s been lying undrunken in your hands, “if you’re not gonna square up and tell her how you feel, then you, my friend,” your stomach drops at the word but you manage to land a solid pat on his arm, “are going to live the rest of your live like this - wondering what the hell is going on because you’re really not sure where you stand. and i get it, confessing to someone is terrifying and depending on jennie’s answer, you might or might not be able to talk to her ever again but it’s better to get it out there. feelings are like farts, you know?” the way his brows come together in a confused what-the-hell moment, is adorable, “hold it in and you’ll feel like something’s not right and it is never going to be until you get all of it out of your system.” and with a nod and a tight-lipped smile, you leave him with a “good luck,” before wandering over to the dance floor, not sure where you’re going because jennie, lisa chaeyoung and jisoo’s not where you thought they were and the only less crowded but still suffocating part of the apartment is the kitchen where you don’t want to risk going back and seeing taehyung there, unmoving in the spot where you left him.

amid all of it, you almost get your shoulder dislocated before a hand shoots out and pulls you back on your two feet whilst you raise your cup higher in hopes to save its contents from spilling.

the man that caught you looks between you and your raised cup for two solid seconds before a grin tugs on his face and he clicks his own cup to yours, “cheers.”

“aha, yeah,” you laugh as you feel his grip on your arm loosening and you pull it back to your side like a robot, taking a sip of your nicely saved drink.

“thanks for not letting me fall,” you say a moment later, after thanking whatever deity is out there that allows you to get your first drink into the right pipe without feeling the need to cough out loud.

“no problem,” even in the poor lighting, you can easily catch the sight of pearly whites lined up perfectly amid an alluring smile, that is, before a pair of brows knit together in what seem like an unresolvable conundrum, “hey, you don’t happen to...” he pauses for the longest moment, eyes slanting to scan the crowd and making you do the same until he commands your attention back with his next words, lips curling back into the breathtakingly attractive smile as words tumble past them, “...see two pretty best friends in here, do you?”

and that’s when your interest, wherever it is, plunges straight down to the ground and into the ether, “oh,” your vision shakes as you nod repeatedly before forcing out a dry “ha ha” which isn’t meant to disguise your displeasure at all - if anything, a wave of satisfaction crashes over you when his smile falters, “yeah, that - that’s really funny,” you say plainly, smile still plastered on your face.

“o-kay,” he drags out the word for half a second, teeth clenched together in growing panic as all traces of humor fade away, “...joke too old?”

“well, let’s see,” you feel your index finger tapping your chin as you throw your gaze up to the ceiling, “i get it, tell the ugly best friend she’s ugly but in a joking way,” you shrug, “you don’t need to rub it in my face cause i know and yes it’s getting old.”

it takes a whole solid moment of blaring music and non-caring half-way-drunken college students continuing to grind against one another and this insanely attractive stranger staring at you with jaws on the ground, for you to wave a dismissive hand.

“you know what? don’t worry, jennie’s not here, thankfully or she would’ve blo-” air fills your throat and cuts you off when he frowns, “who?”, to which you raise your eyebrows, “je-” you almost choked, “jennie?”

he shakes his head the second time, bottom lip jutting out in an additional- “nope” gesture as he continues with “never heard of her,” after your “jennie... kim?”

so you go one, “kinda cute height, long hair, brunette-” he shrugs, “nope- doesn’t ring a bell,” in the middle of your, “-fierce cat-like eyes but adorable as heck personality?”

in the end he wins with a final word of, “no - nope,” after a whole solid moment of your silenced disbelieve and him drawing his pondering session to a close.

“oh,” escapes your lips before you can even register, “so - it was- like-”

“yeap,” he nods, “it was-”

“a joke?”

“a joke.”

you both announce at the same time. the tones may differ but the essence is there, leaving one to stare at the ground in shame for having snapped at a complete stranger and the other staring with unapologetic eyes.

“i’m sorry,” you finally manage to utter, shoulderline falling with your walls of pride, “i thought it was one of those micro aggressive jokes people throw around just because they can’t straight out tell someone they’re ugly-”

but the words seem to enter through one ear and go out the other when his brows begin to knit together for the nth time of the night - and in a matter of less than thirty minutes at that - when he declares before you get to properly end your sentence, “you’re pretty as hell. why did you think i’d randomly try to crack a joke to a stranger and risk pissing pants off on the off chance she took it badly... which you did. i’m sorry for pushing the wrong button.”

“oh,” but just like him, your brain short-circuits and you seem to only truly hear the first part of what he’s saying as just like any girl - you curse yourself as you - shy away from his gaze, hand going up to tuck your hair behind your ear before you slowly peek up through your lashes, “thanks,” you blink once, shrugging, “and it’s fine i get that joke a lot - i don’t usually care, i don’t know what got into me tonight.” 

but before he manages to say anything, the loudspeaker starts reverberating with the sound of someone clearing their throat and a “how’s everyone doing?” and a dismissive “alright, alright you might be wondering ‘who the eff is this guy’ right? yea, yea, i know, but-” he stops, eyes scanning the crowd for a suspenseful effect, “-but you’re gonna wanna hear this,” to which a groan erupts from the crowd, so he quickly gets to the point “don’t panic,” most of the time, that’s exactly when you should panic, “so, the police are coming.”

x

his name is jeon jeongguk and he goes to your university’s rival university. his hair is actually a shade of rich deep brown that forms wavy ends and contrasts glaringly against his sharp jawline under the fluorescent lighting which also highlights his pearly whites that remind you of bunnies when his lips curl over them when he smiles.

to think that he’s doing that now while the police officer, a man in his 40′s and on the shorter side of the spectrum is ten steps from marching up to you with a disapproving gaze on his face.

his hair falls over his face in half ringlets, an excited glint in his eyes, “he’s mad cause we’re clean.”

a guy somewhere a few people away from you is sobbing increasingly loudly with every step the officer takes before he comes to a stop in front of you, eyes skimming each faces one by one until he stops on you.

“you,” he announces before sighing deeply, “you look like a kid who wouldn’t cause trouble, why are you here?”

“uh,” the chain around your wrist feels cold but jeongguk’s pinky that’s touching yours as your thighs brush together - is warm, “i...” you pause, in search for words before settling with a disappointing confession “i don’t know,”

the officer echoes your statement with a critical emphasize on the ‘don’t’.

and because of that, you blink once, “in fact, does anyone know what they’re doing at all? if you think about it we’re just astronomical particles in this vast universe which is called the milky way,” you pause, if only squint at his sparse mustache, “why is it even called milky way? like, there’s absolutely no scientific evidence that milk exists in outer space or do you reckon the guys that named it just feels like drinking some milk while they were-”

by the end of it, a few snickers have escaped from the people you and jeongguk were caught with, the aforementioned man, having turned his head the other way as his shoulders jolt silently and it’s only then does the officer’s increasing confused expression contorts into that of a maddened bore, “keep hanging out with him and you’re gonna find yourself behind bars.”

“that hurts my feelings, detective yoo,” jeongguk confesses, forehead creasing as his uncuffed hand holds the spot on his chest where his heart should be.

the man finally shakes his head, motioning to a younger officer who looks just about your age to start unlocking everyone’s cuffs - there were a few other people you’ve never seen before dragged out of the vicinity and to the station. he speaks a moment later, “you kids are lucky because none of you are associated with the ones down the hallway - we were initially going for them. busted their asses and found over a hundred kilograms of cocaine.”

once your cuffs are off and you get your phone back, you’re fast-scrolling through the messages on the notification window before swiping up and searching for jennie’s contact. it turns out she, taehyung and jimin guessed you were one of the few who didn’t make it and waited for you near the building where the party was busted.

“oh my god,” jennie is the first to dash into your arms as if she hadn’t seen you since forever, “i’m so sorry i left you!”

“well to be fair, i left you,” you mumble, your arms banded around her waist while hers around your neck.

and just when you thought the melodrama would end when she pulls away, you find yourself staring at sparkly-eyed jennie and the most heartbreaking downturned lips, “i will never,” she pauses, “ever let you out of my sight.”

you’re exactly against that idea - after all, you’ve made plans to buy a beach house and move in together in your olden days once you’ve poiso- burried your husbands who died of a totally natural cause.

it’s only after breaking apart from a second hug, do you realize the man standing not-so-awkwardly five feet away.

“don’t mind me,” jeongguk holds up his hands, “i don’t watch much drama but i might after all this.”

“jeongguk,” you can’t help the smile that creeps up your face at his joke, “this is jennie,” then you turn to the girl who still has her arm around your waist, and you her, “jennie, jeongguk.”

“have i seen you before?” her cat-like eyes narrows just the slightest bit, as though if she tried hard enough, she’d see the pieces of moving memories that’ll somehow point out where she claims to have met him - but you don’t doubt it if they have, jennie gets invited to a lot of parties and hookups.

you should’ve known when jeongguk’s eyes sweep over you with a playful glint in them as he begins, “that’s funny because ____ here-” that from this point forward, that you shouldn’t have put your foot forward and prance at him like a predator with a secret, hand clasped against a surprisingly hard chest before your brain can register what you’re doing.

and when it does, you’re left to awkwardly pat his chest in what you hope to be friendly gesture whilst you force out a laugh, “that- that was really funny jeongguk,” you turn to jennie who, having known you all your life easily catches onto your out-of-character laugh but says nothing, so you point at the guy you’re basically and is still groping - to which you’ve finally tear your hand off his body, “he’s a funny guy.”

“and who exactly is this funny guy?” taehyung comes up on your left - you think you catch sight of his sleek bmw parked on the other side of the street where he must’ve strutted up from in his beige jacket with his hands buried in its pockets.

“just...” you trail off before your brain completely fries and you blurt out, “some guy.”

and that’s when jeongguk decides to call you out, “some guy? i helped you through a life lesson.”

you attribute the alcohol in your system that’s slowing down the neurons and disables you from thinking before you act when you roll your eyes, “in case you didn’t realize, you were in there laughing your ass off when i had to have my own back while that officer looked like he was a word away from dragging me to the police station for talking back to a law enforcement.”

“you talked back to an officer?” jennie chirps, her jaw falling to the ground as her cat eyes widen in excitement and astonishment.

“she did,” jeongguk nods at the girl, a displaced proud smile on his lips before he looks back to you, “brought out the boomer in him too.”

“you pissed off an officer?” this time, it’s jimin who pops up from behind taehyung, before casually nodding to jeongguk with a “hey man.”

“i mean, it was probably ___’s sheer guts and rebellious streak alone that helped free us,” jeongguk goes on, eyes glinting with amusement in the briefest moment they slant to meet yours but they’re gone too soon as he redirects your attention to jimin and jennie’s overpouring questions.

and because jennie wanted to hear more about how jeongguk embellished what went down, taehyung ends up agreeing to give the stranger a ride as you get squished between two men with jennie constantly pulling on the strap of the seatbelt to look over to the backseat, her mouth constantly dropping with every word jeongguk utters like he’s some well-known storyteller.

by the time the car rolls to a stop in front of his apartment building, jennie’s shooting you approving, borderline provocative looks your way - you don’t doubt that if she had any power in her hand to put both you and jeongguk in the same room, lock the door and swallow the key, she would in a heartbeat.

“hey,” jeongguk leans over the doorframe, “can i talk to you for a sec?” it’s the way he tilts his head to the side on a 35 degree angle, paired with that dangerous smile he’s been shooting you in the briefest span of moments jennie’s head is turned to the road and jimin’s gave is thrown outside of the window and taehyung isn’t stealing glances from the rear-view mirror - that makes you want to shake your head in rejection to his request and prance out of the car like a predator in heat at the same time.

but instead, you calmly slide over to the side now vacant side and slip out of the car, closing the door behind you so no ears can eavesdrop.

the scent of his cologne wafts stronger into your senses now that you have no police officers to be cautious of nor any embellished stories to correct.

that, or maybe it’s the way he’s got you trapped against the car door and his body, right arm placed perfectly on the roof of the car, next to your head.

“bout time you give me your @, no?” the corner of his lips tilts higher into a cocky smirk.

“um, yea,” you begin, “i think it’s better if we leave into the night like strangers with stories, you know? and if we’re meant to find each other, we will,” you swear on your grandmother’s grave that you will never go to any parties anymore, “makes a good plot for a drama,” eyes going wide and mouth taking on an ‘o’ shape, you continue, “didn’t you say you were gonna start watching those?”

 his shoulderline shakes as he chuckles, head dropped it tilts up, eyes capturing yours, “i’m not falling for that,” his announcement is plain and simple and yet you’re forced to put twice the effort in your smile as to not let it falter, “after getting my chest groped and caressed, i deserve at least-”

“it was a friendly pat, mind you,” you correct, smile still glued to your face before rolling your eyes, “but snapchat is as far as i’m willing to go.”

“works for me,” the screen of his phone flashes with a dark mode keypad splayed over it - you’re not sure how he unlocked it without taking those glinted eyes off you but he did. so you swipe the phone off his hand and send yourself a request through his account.

“i’m gonna open your snap and leave you on read!” you announce, and he laughs, “alright, bet!”

and with that, he waves at you using the same phone he told you to put your number in, taking a few steps backward, allowing you room to breathe properly again before he whirls on his heels and walks through the glass double doors.

you don’t wait any longer than you have to, shivering from the cold night air when you slip into the car.

“did you give him your number?!” jennie practically screams.

“no but i gave my snapchat only because he looked like he wouldn’t sleep a wink at night if i didn’t,” you shrug.

and that’s how kim jennie gets it into her head that you’re going to get your first-boyfriend-cherry popped. or so she likes to believe.

but that’s the least of your concern for the greater one comes in a devil with black jeans and matching plain t-shirt and timberlands and a lit up screen at exactly three something in the am, right after you’re done with a hot shower and in a middle of towel drying your hair and putting on your night routine skincare.

you open the text revealing a night view of a cityscape from a window which room is surrounded by darkness and a transparent horizontal strip with a ‘❄️ ’ in the middle from a goldenjks.

so you snap a picture of your skincare products next to a mirror with you and a towel on your head, face blocked by your hand that’s holding your phone, choosing  to send ‘🍜’.

and so it goes, the snap war that erupts between you and user goldenjks throughout the night which, after you’d gotten into bed with the lights off, basically includes snaps of your darkened room and his more superior window view.

before long, you started texting on snapchat about how the police officer seems to know him and how-

goldenjks

u were p chill for someone who got arrested for the 1st time

you’re giggling in the darkness at 5:23 am.

you

cs ik i didn’t do anything wrong

duh

and he mentions something about a sobbing kid that was made to wait with you and nobody really did anything to comfort him.

goldenjks

that coulda been u if i wasn’t there probably

you roll your eyes but you can feel your muscles becoming sore from the way your lips are stretching from ear to ear.

then it starts with how taehyung didn’t saying anything throughout the ride up until the car rolled to a stop in front of jeongguk’s place.

goldenjks

r u guys using him for his car???

cs same 

i would 2

you

wtf

we’re not 😭😭

and without much thought, you end up spilling a not-so-secret but not-so-well-known truth.

you

welp

he’s using me to get close to jennie so

ig i should use him for his car

oof

goldenjks 

ooof

so let me guess

u can’t say no to him  cs u have the biggest crush on him

“what the hell?” you mumble to yourself, smile pulled down into a frown, but before you can type out a reply, two more pop up on his side.

goldenjks

and jimin head over heels for u

you

🧢 🧢 🧢

u funny 😂😂😂

goldenjks

fr fr tho 😔😔😔

i would b too

all of a sudden, a boy with the softest blonde hair and crescent eye smiles floods your throughts. you and jimin might have been casual friends for the longest time and only until recently started hanging out together - and he may or may not hold confidential information about the littlest details of the lack of smile on your face and the blank snaps in your stories whenever you’re down.

but to say he’s reacting such way because he’s into you would be a total scam.

so you shake your head, laughing out loud, “nah can’t be.”

you

alright imma 😴😴😴

to which jeongguk tests back a gnight and after one whole solid minute, a text u tmr?

you leave him on read.

x

“like, who does he think he is?” you huff, burying the plastic spoon into the ice cream before scooping up a chunk of neapolitan flavored goodness and directing it into your mouth, “he literally met us just last night and he’s spouting shit like he knows us for years?”

“i don’t know,” jennie humps, tongue darting out to lick the remnants of strawberry ice cream on her upper lips before she goes on with a smile that screams ‘just get together already’, “it’s kinda hot to me when guys know shits, you know what i mean?”

you’ve managed to avoid jimin and taehyung at all costs and sneak to the ice cream parlor that’s five minutes away from campus where you spilled your guts out about how you got unreasonably irritated by the long running joke, about how jeongguk’s hand wrapped around your wrist and he pulled you out of the way of the chaotic college students who were rushing to get out of the small, cramped apartment and how you stopped him from relaying your disbelief of his lack of knowledge about her.

“like, i flipped out at him because of some stupid joke,” you shrugged, hands fiddling with each other while a coat of smoke wafted over the newly scooped and paid-for ice cream.

your name rolled off her lips before she stared at you with her hands on hear heart, “i- i didn’t know you would go so far as fight a guy for me for calling me ugly,” then she laughed, “but you don’t have to. girl, we been knew i’m ugly as fuck.”

your jaw hit the ground at the word she used to describe herself before you blinked and came back to your senses and aggressive defenses, “oh my god, i’m the ugly one and you’re the literal goddess - like, i shouldn’t even be looking at you. i should be looking at your sole. you should be stepping on me - step on me! now!”

a yelp resonated into the air as you groped around for jenni’s left leg in an attempt to lift her foot to make her step on you to which you both ended up laughing hysterically after realizing that she was wearing a skirt and the way you were sitting may or may have not resulted in an array of possible outcomes.

“oh my god, do you think she saw my panties?” she meant the woman in her late 40′s who were shooting disapproving eyes at the both of you as she scrolled through her phone, seeming to be waiting for someone before placing an order.

“you just flashed a poor old woman who came to have some ice cream,” you were hunched over, hand covering your face as you stole glances her way which didn’t hold long because you ended up giggling with the girl when you caught each other’s eyes.

“you think she likes what she sees?” jennie’s brows rose suggestively and you knew what she was going to say next before the words even leave her mouth, “you think maybe i should tell her about my onlyfans?”

it was a few bursts of giggles later, that you’d finally managed to talk properly. or probably because jennie’s question brought out an unwelcomed emotion that you pushed to the back of your conscience last night and for the most part, managed to forget, “so,” her brows were wiggling like earthworms on her forehead, “did he text you?”

that was what spurred the whole confession and up to the moment where you spilled the contents of the unfairly attractive stranger’s text.

“i don’t know, he kinda went overboard,” you shrug and jennie’s hand reaches over yours, patting it once with what you assume is an understanding manner.

“sweetie, i get it,” she announces, “you feel exposed because he said the absolute truth and only the truth and now you’re projecting your embarrassment on him through disdain.”

silence follows her statement.

and staring.

on your part, that is.

“girl,” you blink once, eyebrows arched, “whatever you’re having - i want some.”

that warrants a bout of giggles from said girl before she scoops her last bite of ice cream and hook arms with you as you walk towards the trashcan to dump your empty paper bowls, “no but for real, i like jeongguk-”

“then you date him,” you announce, nodding in approval.

“i like how he brings this... this... fire out of you, you know?” she quizzes to which you shake your head in a ‘no, i don’t know’ kind of manner as she goes on, “and i already have namjoon so,” she sing songs as she starts to skip in the middle of the mall and since your arms are linked together, you end up taking larger steps to accommodate to hers before deciding that you can’t root your feet down to slow her down into a normal pace. so you join her, skipping to the exit where you wait for your uber.

“you guys made up?” the question comes out in a calm, poised manner once you’ve both slipped into the backseat of the uber - you’d like to believe you’re doing a pretty good job on trying to conceal your spiking disbelief and the need to whoop someone’s ass. that someone being a girl who just pledged an oath to choose herself first instead of some man who-

“i texted him and told him how i felt with him cancelling on our plans and when i didn’t get any reply, i turned off my phone and got into bed because i’m not gonna mope over someone who won’t appreciate me,” at that, you give her an approving nod, “but then he came knocking on my door at like 5 in the morning in yesterday’s suit because apparently he has a deadline to meet and he’s been bending over backward trying to finish it on time and he brought his laptop with him too and managed to submit on time after explaining everything. he said he tried calling multiple times but obviously it went to voice mail so... yeah we made up.”

“that’s...” you trail off, only to stare at your friend’s beaming face like she’s just had one of the best facials on earth, “wow, i... i don’t know what to say now that we know he’s not trash.”

“i know,” you feel her pat the back of your hand sympathetically, “and that’s what a man is,” and when she looks at you with eyes that have one goal in her mind, you know not to start listening because the facts are going to bruise your pride and hit the nail on the head more times than you’d-

“liking a boy has more downs than ups but i’m not too worried because you’re a self-loving bitch and i love that for you but kim taehyung is not it,” she says all that with a straight face.

“yeah,” you mumble, thumbs fiddling together as you turn your attention to them as if it’s the most magnifying thing in the world to find out that identical parts of your body could move on their own with just a thought.

“okay, but i swear, he’s so oblivious all the time-” the girl stops short of her lament, you can see her head tilting to peer at you at a slightly different angle as if to see traces of an impostor on you, “wait, what?”

“we got into a fight last night- i don’t know if it’s even a fight but you know how i go off in a tangent when i get like annoyed, right?” you steal a glance at her for half a second before going back to your thumbs, “so i kind of did that to him before the dude announced the cops were coming and we haven’t really talked to each other since then.”

before any of you could say anything else, the sound of a cough echoes in the air, warranting your attention to turn to the driver, a woman in her mid-thirties. you return her smile through the rear-view mirror, “if you don’t mind me saying this - i know you girls are smart as fuck, but you sound just as dumb as that guy - whoever he is because it’s completely normal to get mad at someone you’re crushing on and still have a crush on them but sounds to me like you’re thinking one fight is the end of the world for you.”

“sis, please, don’t encourage her,” jennie talk-whispers as she leans forward just the slightest bit and covers the side of her mouth with her hand.

“well, we’re not really friends,” you begin and jennie groans - you two went over this and agreed to disagree with each other’s wildly contrasting views about crushing on crushes that could crush you but the lady hasn’t heard it so you’re not going to stop lamenting over it, “and whatever i do, it’s like i’m teetering on a tight rope because one wrong move and he probably won’t talk to me ever again and i’m not like miserably crushing on him - like, whatever we are right now - it lets me see him every day and he has the cutest smile and the prettiest fingers- i just - it’s better than not talking to each other forever, you feel?”

“um, don’t i?” she rolls her eyes, as if coming from a place filled with oblivious boys and hopeless crushes.

her name is solar and she does uber as a part time while working 9 to 5 at a firm that she claims to pay better but still not enough for her to save up for her wedding on the side and she and her fiance knew each other since high school but she’s seen him date two girls and get his heartbroken by both before he actually noticed her, the friend that’s always been there for him through his heartbreaks.

coming from someone who isn’t jennie and her alarming obsession with breaking parts of bodies of people who hurt her loved ones, solar’s view is somewhat a mixture of you and your best friend’s which still bases on one simple fact: whatever you say to and about taehyung comes bouncing back at you like a ping pong ball because-

“you have a crush on him and he has a crush on jennie,” she surmises before looking over at the aforementioned girl, “and people with crushes act like idiots- by the way how do you feel- like how do you handle the guy’s advancements and still aren’t awkward with each other because i have never seen...”

when the car rolls to a stop in the parking lot of your faculty, she finally turns to the two of you, her bleached blonde hair framing her face in waves as the silence - on you and jennie’s part as you both share glances at the indicative joke opening - hangs in the air with a sort of tension you can feel.

might even bite back like you did with jeongguk but you’re more in control now.

 “...two pretty best friends who are still best friends when there’s a guy that comes between them.”

“oh thank god,” jennie sighs, laughing and you’re nodding in agreement, “thanks for not-” and your best friend echoes, “yeah,” before you can even finish your sentence, “-saying that cliche joke or like for giving your own twist to it,” waving a dismissive hand, you address her initial worries, “and taehyung doesn’t-”

“he doesn’t-” jennie chimes in.

“-come between us.”

you both say at the same time. 

“oh my god, that’s great, you know my best friend tried sleeping with my fiance behind my back once,” solar crinkles her nose, “wasn’t a good experience but anywho, i’m so glad to see two girls having each other’s back like you guys. makes me want to...”

it’s a few moments later that you finally hand her the money and murmur out appreciations for being such a great uber driver along with some ‘give me five stars! thanks!’ and ‘we will! have a nice one!’

you both part ways in the hallway when you’re supposed to go for marketing and she has to go for personnel management. jimin’s already reserved a seat for you, waving at you to catch your attention which he succeeds splendidly. by the start of the second year, you’ve opted to sit together in classes you have in common, though not as close as the front as you’d like, it’s better than sitting at the back where you can hear the buzz of flies - you mean people, talking.

“are you doing anything this friday night?” jimin asks amidst people zooming out of the class as if they don’t want to be there for longer than a minute after being dismissed.

that, or they have another class to get to on the other side of the campus.

“uh, just me or me and jennie ‘you’?” you dumbly question.

that warrants a chuckle from the boy, “you and jennie... unless you wanna come alone?”

a hum vibrates in your chest as you narrow your eyes at him, as though if you looked close enough, you can see through his skull and right into his thoughts. 

but you can’t so that’s why you’re spouting out another question, “where exactly are you inviting us again?”

“so, like, you know i dance right?” he drops his gaze for the briefest moment before coming back up to lock it with yours, “it’s very lowkey - just something i do for fun, but we kind of have a dance off with other teams every month and this month’s round is this friday night so i was wondering if you wanna come?” then he quickly adds, “with jennie, of course.”

to be frank your weekends are as boring and dull as it gets - the party-busted incident was a rare exception - but you and jennie are quite content with it. you start having more to do and places to venture out to when taehyung and subsequently jimin join your group of two and made it a group of four but for the most part, if you’re not going anywhere, your weekend is usually spent with watching movies and burying yourself in work for the rest of it.

“bet,” your reply might have come a tad bit delayed judging from how his brows rise to the ceiling and his eyes go round as he chirps, “really?” 

“yeah, just text me or jennie the location the day before,” you request as you both walk down the hallway.

“great- yeah, i’ll... i’ll text you the place,” jimin beams even as he bumps into someone behind him, turning around to lower his head and mumble out an oh sorry before turning back to you, “i got another class but i’ll text you- on thursday - not today, of course.”

and you wave back, shouting out an ‘okay bye!’

then he’s gone like the wind.

x

the days pass by like a breeze.

kim taehyung caught you in the middle of waiting for jennie’s class to end whilst also finishing up some work in the library. he knew your favorite spot and he knew where you’d usually be - but you had an inkling that you weren’t exactly the reason why he memorized these little things. he waved at you in greeting and you waved back. you would’ve pretended he didn’t exist after that and go back to your laptop if he didn’t hold up his phone screen with blank white space and blue and grey bubbles on the side.

so of course you picked up your phone, noticing that there were already three wiggling dots when you tapped on his name.

kth: hey

you met his gaze once, as if to affirm that he meant to send it. when he shota half, almost pleading smile, you typed out a reply.

you: hey what’s good

kth: nothing

kth: just waiting for a friend

seeing as there was not really a conversation going on where jennie wasn’t involved and how the boy’s blatant dismissal in addressing the big, giant elephant in the room, taehyung must’ve had seen the way your lips pursed into an irritated pout before his phone vibrated.

you: cool

and then you were back to your laptop, typing sentences out and backspacing because of its incoherent nature, or lack of quality or whatever reason that stopped you from doing your job before kim taehyung’s arrival.

then he started whispering “hey, uh, ____,” from across the table. upper body leaned to the front as if it’d help enunciate his words.

you took your sweet time taking out your airpods from each individual ear and placing them down next to your mac before finally arching a brow at the boy, “what?”

“hey,” he repeated, this time with a frozen mid-wave, “hi, how you doing?”

“great thanks,” there was a minimal effort on your part to disguise your ‘what even?’ expression on your face as you picked up your right airpod first - only to be stopped by the boy’s-

“i’m sorry.”

it’s clean and short but his face made up for conveying his genuinity.

“why are you saying sorry?” it didn’t mean you were going to let him off the hook easy.

“well, because...” he trailed off for the briefest moment but the unconcealable bop of his adam’s apple isn’t really helping him appear any more convincing, “i was being pushy...” he looked to you for an indication of him being on the right track to which you were not sure if he did get any but he still went on with his wits and his will - it took you everything not to gush over how cute he looks with his panic-blinking and pretty lips moving as if to say something but no words coming out, “...and i was generally being an annoying little shit.”

“and?” you pressed on, blinking once as if to paint a look of unbotheredness.

“...and...” he echoes, eyes darting from your phone to somewhere behind you and then something next to it but only silence fills the space between you and him.

“alright, i’m gonna be real with you,” leaning back, you cross your arms over your chest, “i know you talk to me when you need something and i don’t really care - well i do, but i just bottle it up until it one day burst out, you know what i’m saying? so yea, if you’re wondering if that night was me blowing up on you, it kinda was and it wasn’t because you were making small talks with me just to  poke into my best friend’s business - well, it kinda is but like not in that way, you follow? what i mean is.. don’t let me catch you sneaking behind jennie’s back asking personal shits about her that you don’t think she’s going to disclose even if you straight up ask her - that’s sus, taehyung.”

by the end of it, he was staring at you like you had two horns and a tail swaying around behind you. but you concur, that may or may have not been your inner self coming to light - just a hypocrite criticizing someone for doing the things she would have done, if she wasn’t already doing it, if she was in his shoes.

and to be quite frank, taehyung’s shoe size is probably a few inches bigger than yours but if they had laces, you would’ve been able to put them on and tied them up to accommodate your ego.

so taehyung didn’t - couldn’t say anything in response to your second time going off into a tangent and because of what he did, at that. he stopped texting you altogether and only talked to jennie whenever you weren’t around and left before you got to them if he saw you coming his way - jennie’s actually. 

either way, jennie wasn’t as elated as you thought she’d be once you told her that you called taehyung out on his bullshit.

“um, i’ve always wanted to tell him about me and namjoon so he’d give up - you were the one who didn’t let me,” she might or might not have said something along the lines of you making her “lead him on all because you wanted to an eye candy to look at every day.”

“what do you mean?” your forehead was creasing a thousand folds.

“not that i’m pointing fingers,” she went on, eyes glued to the pairs of indoor shoes in the corner of the room and anywhere but your eyes, “but i’m like, cool with or without him around but you sort of said ‘okay, then it’s cool if he comes with us right?’ and you were making puppy eyes and i couldn’t no to that-”

and so you were laughing dryly, “aha- wha- what so it’s my fault that he’s being a total wuss and won’t square up?”

“i didn’t say that,” jennie’s reply came a heartbeat later which meant yes, it was.

so now you’re not talking to your best friend and neither are you talking to the boy who’s crushing on her. which leaves you a lot of free time to finish up your work in time to hop into a bullet train and then an uber and get to the building where jimin’s dance off is held. 

you’re in the middle of texting the boy a ‘sorry, might b late. i didn’t know there’d be a line 😭’ when a figure comes up to you from the corner of your eye.

fitted in black jeans and matching tucked in t that shows off his slender waist and beanie, the only thing that isn’t black is probably his white-yellow timberlands, “so you weren’t kidding when you said you were gonna leave me on read.”

“you know, it’s so cute that you think you’re worth the reply at all,” you blink, eyes going wide and jaw hanging loose from shock, “this... this... confidence - where do you get it? seriously, tell me because i have never seen someone with such immaculate self-absorbance.”

jeongguk’s head moves as he nods in admittance, hands buried in his pocket before he looks up at you. that familiar glint in his eyes is telling you that whatever he has up his sleeve, you’re not going to be able to refuse.

“you know, eugene over there and i are homies,” he nods towards the burly tall man at the front who’s mainly the reason there’s a line in the first place - one that no one seems to dare cut, “i could get you in faster.”

“oh my god, look what that self-absorbance’s got you believing,” you put one, sympathetic hand on his shoulder as your free hand goes to cover the spot on your chest where your heart is, “i’m so happy for you,” you glance over to the not-declining-anytime-soon line behind you, “but sometimes, even confidence can’t get you into invites-only events.”

 to any other person, it must’ve looked like you and jeongguk are friends - friendly acquaintances hitting best buddies at the very least. but something in the way his grin curling sweetly on his lips and the curve of the half ringlet of his hair touching the corners of his onyx eyes, makes your toes curl inwardly and your stomach churn with a sort of emotion you can’t pinpoint.

and because of that, you know there won’t be any sort of friendship forming between you and jeongguk.

he leaves you with an amused smirk and a “see you inside,” and marches up to eugene, the two sharing an uncomplicated handshake before the man steps to the side and lets him in.

well. 

it takes you another ten minutes of standing in line and assuring jimin that he doesn’t need to rush out and risk having his team go without him when their turn comes. which according to jimin, ‘isn’t anytime soon - they let the bigger teams go first’.

but then jimin knowing jimin, that probably meant soon enough.

when you’re finally on the front of the line, crumpled up ticket in hand, eugene gives you a once over and nods at his not-as-burly-but-just-as-scary-looking friend.

“follow me,” and with that, she struts in through the door but instead of going down the hallway like the ones before you did before they disappear from eyesight in the corner, she takes a sharp turn to the right until she stops in front of an elevator.

her deep violet hair brushes against her cheekbones as she nods at the empty box with mirrors all around.

yeesh, guess everyone expresses themselves with their bodies here.

the numbers constantly change from ground level to 1 to 2 and finally stops at the 3rd floor where the blare of the music seems to come from. and that’s when you see the black haired boy who has his forearms leaned against the railing as he grins at something on the bottom floor where the shouts and cheers seem to erupt from. but before you can make a sharp 180 to go back down where jimin said you’d only need to follow the hallway and take the turn around the corner like the people before you did, jeongguk looks up as if sensing the heat of your gaze drilling holes inside his head. with one hand raised, he beckons you over.

“your majesty,” you drop into a bow once you reach him, “this humble servant thanks you for bringing her here but,” pointing your thumb over your shoulder at the hallway you just came from you continue, “i think i’m on the wrong floor because all i can see here is flocks of hair - an oh, shiny scalp from that guy - arms flailing around. takes away the magic of dance, you feel?”

“so you’re here for jimin.” it doesn’t sound like a question - so it must not be. a ponderous hum vibrate from his chest as you shoot him an arched brow whilst your insides burst like fireworks at the way his darkened eyes traces down your body and back up after he’s done with what seems to be a scout’s assessment.

“no leather pants and no best friend or heartbreak boy hovering around like a lost puppy - let me guess, he did something that made you mad, the best friend backed him up and now you’re mad at both of them?” he raises his own brow, lips curling into an assured smirk, “oh and jimin here’s probably taking a neutral stance because it ‘doesn’t concern’ him.”

you don’t know if you want to run away or grab the neck of his shirt and smack your lips on his.

so you settle with handguns pointed in his face, “alright, catch you never.”

but before you can even take a step to where you came from, jeongguk’s laying out his card on the table, “you sure bout that? it’s bulleproof boys’ turn - it’s jimin’s teams name, in case you’re wondering and judging by who they’re going against, it might be their first and last performance for the night.”

“i knew that,” respectfully, you had no idea that the teams have specific names besides the alphabetical letters given to them upon registration.

jimin’s only mentioned dance match once and that he’s in team c that’ll go against team d.

so you stick around, watching from all the way on the third floor where the lest people are gathered, cheering out names of teams that are alien to your ears which seem to be the team jimin is going against. but the fact that jimin could dance with such precision and grace is magnifying enough. he’s mostly posed on either sides of the formation, switching from the front left to the furthest back line on the right side as the beat drops.

jimin’s name pours out of your mouth in cheers but it’s swallowed by the other cheers before it can even reach him. in the end, jimin’s team loses. they still go up to their opponent and share handshakes and sidehugs before moving away from the dance floor.

he’s not smiling nor is he frowning as he stands in the crowd after the prelims but his lips curl and eyes disappear into crescents when he sees you.

“hey!” his arms open up into a hug, only to stop halfway in hesitation but by then you’re already wrapping yours around his neck with a “you were so cool!”

and just like that, the awkwardness in the air dissipates.

“i didn’t see you in the crowd.”

“so what? you thought i left?” a light smack lands on his arm, “by the way, you didn’t tell me it was this intense - i can feel the tension from all the way...” you pause for the briefest moment, “...in the audience.”

“everyone here just likes to dance so it gets competitive at some point but at the end of the day, it’s important to have fun,” he shrugs, a shy smile plastered to his face.

“either way you did great,” you bump his elbow with yours, and he shifts his weight to his left foot.

“we lost but it was a fair match the bts people were too good,” a mixture of regret and contentedness crosses his face as he nods to himself, as if admitting the difference in skills.

“let’s get a drink later, i’m buying,” you propose and jimin looks like a kid who just received his favorite candy.

well, that was the plan for the rest of the night up until the winner was announced. then a boy no older than you and jimin came up to the latter, arms slung over his shoulders, “dude, beyond the scene just asked if we wanna join them at the afterparty. can you believe it?”

“dude, you capping - don’t fucking joke with men man, i was about to shit my pants-” jimin attempts to shove the guy away half-heartedly which does nothing as his friend - teammate, cuts him off.

“i’m not fucking joking, man, behind the scenes literally asked if we wanna chill with them!”

the two boys are basically shoving each other back and forth before they start slapping each other on the face once to wake the other up. whoever this behind the scenes guys, they seem like a pretty big deal if two grown adults are fanboying this hard about them.

only after they’re sporting the faintest shade of pink on their right cheeks, do they finally realize that they weren’t squeal-whispering by themselves. he introduces himself as kai - “jimin’s best friend and mentor.”

“he likes to say that because i got into dance because of him,” jimin adds, debunking the mentor myth.

you’re about to wave the two goodbye and call it a night since it’s pretty clear that the behind the scenes guys only invited them and not their friends.

“come with us,” kai announces as the three of you walk down the back entrance where it’s less crowded and meant for the participants to use, “baekhyun can’t make it so we’ll still be five people.”

“i really should go- it’s getting late and my place is in seoul-”

and so begin your war of apologies and ‘no, you’s.

“oh shit, i forgot.” jimin’s usually almond-shaped eyes turn round and wide, “you used the subway-”

“yeah, but i can still catch the last train home-” you try to assure.

“i’ll accompany you back-”

“no, no - you should go with them-”

“no, i made you come to watch-”

and it would have gone on until morning if you and jimin were left to argue on who should do what if kai didn’t clap his hands together and put an end to the long debate, “okay, okay, break it up.”

he looks between the blonde haired best friend and then to you, “jimin came with me so i’m gonna drive him back anyway and i could drop you off too after chilling with bts - it’s nothing you’re not used to, beers and games and shits, you know? plus it’ll be like, less than 20 people there - bts never invites other groups into their circle - who knows, maybe you’ll find your true way like jimin did,” he pats the aforementioned man on his shoulder whilst jimin rolls his eyes at the way best friends who’ve heard their best friend boast about an-untruth for the umpteenth time.

and because you basically made another friend and that means you’ll have at least 2 people to hang out with if the rest turns out not to be your kind of people - so you cave in, “okay, sure, why not?”

x

'why not’s are subjective - or so you’d like to think.

like when you’re not particularly into americano and prefer latte but wouldn’t say no to having the first if jennie mixed up your order and bought you your not-so-favored but also not-so-hated drink.

but jennie’s known you since she shoved you off the swings at five after you outran her only to get to the swings faster because only one was vacant and the other kid was already in the other one.

so she’d know your preferred drinks.

but in the event she suddenly has amnesia or anything and got you and americano, that’s when you’ll go, “why not?”

but that and finding out that jeongguk used to be part of bts until he hurt his during practice, having to have 2 major surgeries because of it, rendering him no longer able to dance so he’s only going to the dance offs to cheer for his friends which was how he met you at the entrance and now you’re handcuffed together (and yes, again) in the middle of the forest - are two disparate things altogether.

hoseok, the most outgoing and friendliest of the bunch, suggested for the ice breaking to be in a form of 2 beer bottles and a sort of rope or chain tying people from bts and the bulletproof people together to talk for five minutes. they only have 2 pairs of cuffs so the others that lack them have to make do with bandanas and you think a seokjin got harassed into taking off his shirt and using it as him and his designated partner’s pseudo handcuff.

yours and jeongguk’s are - you’re not sure if it’s a fortunate or unfortunate thing - real ones (you’re not sure if you want to know why and how seulgi easily pulls out a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs and a normal-looking one - out of the blue).

but you’re almost sure that you’re leaning on the side of the internal argument of this - this, right here - is why not.

“why didn’t you text me back?” jeongguk is in the middle of asking as you take a big chug of the alcoholic beverage.

"oh my god,” you let a pleased smile tug at your lips as you feel the buzz of the alcohol coursing through your system, “i was just gonna talk to you about that - jennie said i was being a ghosting b because you only said facts and i got like, offended without a reason but i agree that people can be wrong sometimes and that was her time... i just...” you shrug, “i just didn’t want to text you back so i didn’t,” you look at him with a new found familiarity, “anyways, how was your week?”

by the end of it, jeongguk’s nodding and poorly suppressing his smirk.

“well, let me start first,” you begin before he can even say anything, listing down the happenings in a chronological order which may or may have not confirmed his initial assumption on why you’re here alone “...i mean, was it my fault though? between you and me, i think jennie and i need to sit down and actually talk about accountabilities first, you know? but anyway, that’s how my week went! how about you, how was your week?”

to say that your turmoil of a week is anything close to a laugh-worthy joke, would be a lie but for some reason, trickles of laughter are escaping jeongguk’s lips and into the night air as he leans back, holding his stomach. he would’ve hit the ground if you’d poke him.

“wow,” you slowly nod, “that’s... that’s very... flattering that you think my somewhat a quarter life crisis is amusing,” a grin stretches across your face but your eyes drill holes into the boy’s skull, “maybe i should just quit uni altogether. that’d be... exciting, right? just... quit uni and live a life as a comedian because look at how much i’m cracking you up right now!”

and it goes on for another minute of jeongguk’s laughter filling the air as you threaten him to stop in the guise of encouragement besides the cracking of the branches as it gets swallowed up by the fire in the barrel not too far away from where everyone’s scattered.

“god,” when he’s finally reduced to chuckles and wiping invisible tears off the corner of his eyes, you’re about halfway done with your bottle.

“and he’s back,” you announce, “welcome back. can’t say i missed you though but glad that you’re back with us.”

but before jeongguk can get a word out about his own week which you’d asked, if only to be polite, hoseok is already summoning everyone to gather around the barrel as he raises a bottle in the air to - “new groupship and friends!”

or so you think he said.

you’re not too sure because you’re too busy demanding jeongguk to - “uncuff me right now, jeon - was that too pushy? let me try again,” you pause, clearing your throat, “can you please, please, please, uncuff me so i can go back to my friends and not have to stay here a minute longer?”

“don’t act like you don’t enjoy my company,” he offers you one of his self-assured smirks before addressing your concern, “i’m trying,” he says simply, free hand patting around the pocket on the side of his jeans before groping his own ass.

“um, maybe try harder?” you suggest, smiling sweetly but it downturns into a frown not even a minute later when he declares, “i can’t find it.”

“you... can’t find it?” you echo his words.

“it’s not on me,” he states.

“well, did seulgi give it to you at all or...” you trail off only to be met by a devious smirk which doesn’t exactly help his case.

“guess you’re stuck with me,” he shrugs ever so easily.

“oh, hell nah,” and that’s when you latch onto to smirking boy’s body - on your hands at least, and since his left hand and your right hand are cuffed together, it doesn’t allow much room for your physical inspection which is how using your only free hand to get to the side of his pocket that’s farthest from you - may appear suspicious to others.

you only notice that you’re fully facing jeongguk and having your back turned to everyone else when hoseok’s voice cuts through the air, “yo hold up, hold up, hold up - this is bonfire and chill, not netflix and chill.”

your jaws hurt from hanging a bit too low as you meet each and everyone’s eyes, their giggling and laughing already telling enough of what the majority thinks - everyone except jimin, that is.

but you’re a bit too preoccupied with trying to clear the supposed air of you and jeongguk getting it on in the middle of the forest with both your friends and his around, “aha,” you force out, “i know this,” free hand waving between the chain linking your wrists and the open air which isn’t helping your case because jeongguk’s poor attempt at subduing his smirk is well, poor, “might look sus to you but it isn’t - jeongguk lost the key and if someone could help us find it, it’d-”

“oh, don’t worry, i have a spare at home,” seulgi chirps up, hand waving her illuminated phone, “i’ll text my girlfriend to bring it here.”

well, that explains the fluffy cuffs.

“sick,” jeongguk nods over to the girl to which she holds up an ‘okay’ sign and a meaningful smile to him which shouldn’t be ominous but is.

so you fix him a stare when hoseok goes to say something along the line of ‘great’ and ‘lifesaver’ to seulgi.

which the boy only asks back with a “what?”

“i have something to say but i’m not gonna so i’m just gonna keep quiet but just know that i’m watching you,” but the warning doesn’t exactly bring out the intimidating aspect that you hoped for.

“watch all you want, i’m yours for tonight,” the velvety sound of his chuckles is awfully distracting because you don’t even notice the chain clinking until his fingers interlock yours before he brings them up in the air - as if to emphasize on the technicality of his titillating claim.

the night goes on with bottles of beers scattering over the ground, faint smoke dissipating into the air as the scent of something sweet and fruity wafts around whilst the juul gets passed around.

once in a while someone’s laugh echoes between the gaps of the trees and into the night, amidst the sound of woodland creatures. you’ve downed one and a half bottle of henny whilst jeongguk doesn’t seem to have gone past even half of his first bottle. but he’s chuckling and laughing at something someone said which, for the most part, is funny or warrant a jaw-dropping, pin-drop-silence kind of reaction just like now as seulgi confesses to-

“never have i ever slept with my mom’s boyfriend at 19.”

“and that’s on mommy issues,” you hold up a beer in a ‘cheers’ manner at her whilst she mimics your action before you both tilt your head up and take a chug out of your individual beers at the same time.

“what about you?” jeongguk asks and for a moment, you forget that there are people around because jeongguk’s eyes look like someone reached up the sky and handpicked two stars each for his irises and trap them in there like a class case.

but you’d like to believe it’s the alcohol doing its rightful work in your system because you’re back on the ground with an unrelenting itch on your ankle where it’s brushing against the blades of grass.

“yea, what’s your never-have-i-ever mommy issues edition?” kai speaks up.

“nah, it’s wack,” you wave a dismissive hand but end up agreeing to spill the beans when a bout of protest spreads across your ever so faithful audience.

“okay, okay, never have i ever fucked my biological mom’s husband who isn’t my dad,” you say which earns a bout of cheers and ‘that’s messed up’s before seokjin claps his hands together.

“never have i ever...” he pauses, grinning as an added suspense before he goes on, “fucked my brother’s boyfriend.”

the game doesn’t last for long when everyone collectively agree to take the atmosphere up a notch and play strip truth or dare. but before your turn came, seulgi announces her girlfriend’s arrival concurrently with her having to leave for the night because she’s her ride home. and because you and jeongguk are both of the same mind that you’re the ones that should be following after her to get yourselves uncuffed, you do just that. 

yeri is a sweetheart and matches seulgi’s playful yet reserved nature. they take the cuffs with them and seulgi waves you two goodbye with the same, meaningful smile directed to jeongguk - but if that’s not enough, the ‘good luck’ thumbs up is a screaming red button for you.

but before you can even call him out for his possible hand in convincing his dance friends to invite jimin’s and consequently you to the forest after the match - he beats you to it.

“you okay?” this time, his features are lacking the smirk.

“yea, why wouldn’t i be?” you say, hopping on the rail of the train track that’ll lead to the spot where the others are - so far, you’re doing a good job not falling to your demise.

“i don’t know,” the scraping sound of his soul kicking against the pebbly ground fills the air as he walks next to you, hands in his pocket, “you’ve been pretty quiet after that thing about your mom.”

“you think what i did was messed up?” you inquire, resisting the urge to steal a glance at him to see what kind of emotion he’s making - whether it’s contorted with disgust or whether his nose is crinkling at an attempt to appear unbothered or whether there really isn’t any judgments being passed and he’s just downcasting his eyes because he’s looking out for possible sharp objects protruding from the ground.

“everyone’s a little messed up,” his shoulderline shakes as he shrugs, “it’s the why behind it that counts.”

“nah,” your hair tickles your face as you shake your head in blatant refutation, “i didn’t have a reason.”

and just when you expect a disgusted scoff to erupt from jeongguk’s pink lips... it doesn’t.

“that works too.”

silence follows his words for the longest moment with you trying placing one foot in front of the other, pretending like teetering on that tightrope you’re stuck on with kim taehyung at the end of it, not even waiting for you but just happen to be there.

so you break the silence, “i finally found her last year - flew all the way to jeju  because my biological aunt saw my the post i put up on facebook in a last ditch attempt before i hire a private investigator like my dads suggested. she set us up to meet,” the picture of a woman who’s so similar yet dissimilar to you flashes at the back of your head, a biscoff cheesecake slice lying untouched on the table and someone screaming at the top of their lungs right in front of your ears, “my biological mom didn’t know anything about it, flipped out and told me to never bother her again so i looked up where her husband worked and slept with him and sent the video to her.”

jeongguk doesn’t say anything, only nodding in your periphery before a soothing kind of silence lapses between you.

“what’s your story?” you ask a moment later.

“hm?” he glances at you, the moonlight shining over that smirk that you’ve come to miss in the course of the five minutes it went missing, skin painted a creamy white.

“if you don’t wanna tell, that’s fine too but like, you basically tore down my walls and i’m naked as hell - figuratively -” you add as soon as his eyes light up, “right now.” 

but then he tries to bargain, “promise you’ll text me back and i’ll tell.”

and you try to teeter in the grey area between words and its meanings, “alright, promise... i won’t leave you on read.”

“nah, you gotta promise to text back,” his half curls sway as he shakes his head - your end of the bargain not sufficiently satisfying.

it’s a few moments after your surrendering, “you know what? keep your skeletons in your closet - i’m good,” that he finally says something.

“i used to do tracks, lucked out with a sports scholarship but by freshman year in college, realized i didn’t even like tracks and dropped out...”

jeongguk’s parents weren’t happy about it - didn’t exactly welcome him when he came back with a suitcase and a letter from his unversity claiming the outstanding balance of his first two semesters. but he wasn’t happy at home either. 

so he packed his bags one more time and took the first train to seoul where he worked part time at a restaurant and occasionally at the dance off’s, before he found the beyond the scene people and subsequently found dance. that was amidst of a developer of the game he was playing approaching him through the game’s chat server and offering him a job to test out their games with the condition that he gets a degree in computer science which they paid for on the company’s scholarship fund.

and so it was obvious that jeon jeongguk, wherever he chooses to go and stop at, blooms like a wildflower that strives in any condition thrown in his face whether it be a storm, a hurricane or a sunny weather that barely allows any rain to cover the soil he’s rooted in.

and because he’s true to himself, it isn’t as unbelievable, when almost everyone - from every layer of backgrounds, flock around him like honeybees in spring - allured, magnified and bewitched by jeon jeongguk that makes him... well, him.

to say you understand him a little bit better may be an overstatement but maybe you’re less suspicious of his keen intuition and uncanny prognosis of what happened in your relationships, both with your friend and your not-so-friendly crush.

jeongguk jests that his leg “doesn’t work like it used to but-” - he’s been to places. seen people.

“so why are you obsessed with me?” you question into the night in a light hearted joke, “i mean, i can possibly see why because well, i’m... me and i’m amazing but you know, it’s not healthy to be this obsessed with people.”

his chuckles sounds like wind chimes on a spring day, "besides the fact that i was too busy being a tracks nerd for most of my life so i have zero flirting skills and decided to make all the calls that seem to irritate the one person i want to get to know? it’s because you looked like you were head over heels with the guy you were putting in place but still managed to not make it personal.”

it takes a moment for you to digest what he just said, and even then, you’re nodding in complete disagreement as you blurt out, “pretty sure some parts were personal,” and you turn to him with a smile stretched over your face, “but glad that you don’t think i’m the impostor.”

so you stop twenty steps away from where you can see the fire in the barrel and hoshi, one of the guys from bulletproof boys, standing in boxers and shouting an oath before gulping down a bottle of henny at an alarming rate.

“everyone’s a little sus now and then,” he refutes, nose crinkling as a grin spread across his moon-kissed features as he offers you his hand and you take it, hopping off your tightrope journey and onto grounding earth.

x

when morning comes, you wake up to the familiar but not-very-welcomed sound of cars honking from outside your window and the light piercing through your eyelids, so much so, you surrender to the start of the day. arms stretched over your head and a guttural sound vibrating within your chest as a sign of protest before your vision finally gets used to the bright sunny rays.

and that’s when you freeze. arms stretched and all.

“after all this, you can’t say no to a date with me,” jeon jeongguk is lying right next to you, in your one-person bed which you could never imagine would fit more than your need-for-maximum-space self when you sleep but there he is, in yesterday’s clothes, hugging your light pink alpaca plushie on his stomach whilst his elbow which you don’t notice before is poking into your rib.

the events of last night untangle in a web of hazed memory coming to high definition as each passing second pass by.

you and jimin live on the opposite ends of the city which made you reluctant in having kai drive you back at all, so jeongguk offered to split the uber bills with you because apparently, “oh, hey, we live in the same area!”

which later turned out you didn’t and it would’ve made more sense for him to hitch a ride with kai and jimin. but you didn’t even need to ask why he did what he did.

because by the time you and jeongguk returned, it’d been a set-in-stones assumption that you were off making out somewhere under a tree and everyone cheered you and him for it upon your return.

well, except jimin.

so you pulled jeongguk to the side once the attention was directed to hoseok whose dare was to lick the grass he was stepping on.

“is that thing about jimin liking me true because he’s been like, avoiding my eyes the whole night and now he’s acting like i don’t exist and i’m pretty concerned because his friend is my ride home,” you whispered underneath your beath.

jeongguk threw one, confirming glance at the aforementioned man before nodding casually, “he’s jealous as fuck because he thinks we did the do - cross my heart and hope to die.”

so you ended up offering jeongguk to sleep in your bed because it was already late and it felt like a waste to spend another thirty bucks to go back to a place where nobody was waiting for him anyway.

you were so beat, you’d fallen asleep as soon as jeongguk pulled your protesting self off the futon-splayed floor and held you captive in your own bed.

“you know what? i might as well,” you say, legs thrown off the bed and stretching some more before looking down at the smiling, plushie-holding, grown ass person in your bed, “now we need to figure out how to sneak you out because this is a girls-only dorm and if they found out i have a guy over, i might get expelled.”

but before you can even start brainstorming the best possible route for jeongguk to sneak out without being detected, an obnoxious rapping reverberates against your door. the look of pure horror settling in as jeongguk’s smile melts into a wide-eyed, panicked face would have been adorable if you’re not in the middle of shoving him into your “quick, in the closest!” which he needs to hunch his shoulders to become as small as possible before you can close it whilst you yelp out a “just a minute!”

by the time you manage to school a smile on your face, jennie’s is already sprinkled with a dust of red as her brows come together, judging your choice of outfit and the events that went down last night.

“hey, girl,” you drag out the first word in idle panic, body leaning against the doorframe a little too defensively, “what’s...” you can’t even find the right words as you tap your fingers against the doorframe before finally saying, “what’s good?”

but one questioning look from her and you’re stepping out of the way, left to stand at attention like a cadet in the presence of the general whilst said general struts into your room and scans it once before turning to you.

“’what’s good?’” jennie echoes and you know from the way her head does the slightest of movements according to her enunciation, “imagine seeing your best friend on some mutual friend’s snapchat story which mind you, said mutual friend isn’t anywhere close to either of you and the time in the snap says a big whooping 4:03 am while you’re here feeling bad for hurting her feelings with your words words. but does she feel bad? well, it doesn’t flipping look like she even gave any thoughts about you, did it?”

and that’s when the closet decides that it’s had enough of storing a full grown human in its belly and slowly, but surely swings the door open with thunderous creak in the midst of the calm before the storm. and lo and behold, a jeon jeongguk, still hugging your alpaca tightly, keeping his eyes closed as if it’ll make him invisible before he gradually screws one eye open to the sight of a raging but confused  jennie kim and a mortified you turning to said girl.

so much for keeping skeletons in closets.

“i-i can explain.”

x

it turns out all it takes for jennie’s anger to subside is for her to find a boy in your room. namely the boy she’s been blatantly shipping you with even though you barely knew each other then.

“i have a wig in my room,” she suggests after you’ve exhausted all options - jeongguk can’t climb through the window and jump down from the second floor.

“well, he can but there’s no guarantee he’ll be able to leave without one of his limbs intact,” you’d added, shrugging.

he’s sitting crossed leg on your bed, alpaca in his lap and looking cute as hell as his eyes go round at the mention of a wig and five minutes prior, crossdressing.  the plan is for you and jennie will walk him out once he’s all dresed up like you’re just three - well, one is kind of buffed up but still pretty - best friends who had a girls’ night and crashed in your room.

he whistles lowly, head lulling to the side as he stares at the door before turning to you with a playful smile, “i’ve always wanted to wear a skirt.”

and so it goes, jennie kim’s squealing and making a short trip to her room and returning with a bag full of wig, stretchable sweaters and lycra skirts whilst she scours through your closet for clothes that you have but don’t even remember. the oversized sweater that’s a few more inches too big for you wraps around his body tightly and the skirt is a tad bit too short for him, going down to a few inches above the knee. but the head turner is the way the curly brown wig gracefully frames his face and softens his jawline, giving an illusion of how his half-ringlet would have looked if he grew them out.

you apply the soft pink lipgloss on his already rosy lips as a joke in a guise of a final touch, heart skipping as his lips curl whilst he gazes at you the whole time you’re putting on the glimmering liquid.

“okay, i feel bad,” you confess, shoulder line falling, “i thought you’d hate the lipgloss and i was going say it’s important to make the look work if you said no but you’re not saying no and you’re looking at me like you’d trust me with your life...” a sigh rolls off your lips at the end of it.

“you feel bad?” he echoes, glossed lips looking kissable as hell - it doesn’t even matter that he’s smirking like it was part of his plan all along to manipulate your conscience into confessing your ulterior motive.

so you nod.

“good,” he states simply.

“you saying good like you’re satisfied that you managed to pick on my guilty conscience is making me feel less guilty,” you narrow your eyes, not even bothering to hide the smile creeping on your lips.

“oh my god, my ship is sailing!” jennie’s whispered squeal cuts through the air before she reverts to her deadpanned self, “okay but seriously, if you’re done sprinkling sugar cubes all over the place, i think we should get jeongguk out before miss snitchery sonyeon next door sniffs the man in jeongguk and snitch on us.”

sonyeon has been known for reporting 2 boy-sneaking activities that went on last year which would have been justified if the girls that brought the boys into their room was doing questionable things and loudly at that but the first incident was with a late enrolled newbie that just moved in and didn’t know that boys weren’t allowed inside and though the other girl did sneak her boyfriend in, it was only because he was bleeding profusely and needed first aid treatment which she stored in her room.

you’re just about a few feet away from the double doors when a familiar but disembodied voice drums in your ears.

“you three, stop right there.”

you think your heart stops working for the briefest moment as time freezes and you’re craning your head to look at jennie whose fear-stricken face mimics yours and then jeongguk whom you don’t expect to wear such ceases in his forehead.

so you do the one thing that you think of-

“run.” you whisper.

all of a sudden, the wind is in your face and a few heads turn your way - but you doubt that it has more to do with how unfairly gorgeous jeongguk looks than the fact that the ra is on your tail, her pitched demands for ‘someone stop them!’ whilst. you’re not sure if someone did try to chase after you or if the adrenaline pumping in your system is what helps you sprint faster than a cheetah but when you finally slow down, almost skidding to a stop on the grass somewhere on campus grounds instead of the dormitory area - it’s because jennie is dramatically breathing through her mouth and found herself a bench to put on an act of dying whale.

“you guys... go on... leave me be...” she croaks out in between breaths, hand reaching out to the air.

“dude, tell me if you’re gonna stop so we can stop and get caught together,” you guff, plopping down, your state no better than jennie’s while jeongguk shakes his head at the two of you.

not even a beat of sweat or heaved breathing coming from him - not to mention that-

“how are you the fastest-” you suck in a much needed breath, “-when your leg doesn’t work as good anymore?”

“yea, didn’t say i can’t run,” he grins.

“jen, let’s go,” you say, tapping the dying whale on her shoulder as she starts wailing words of saddened goodbyes.

“forsake me! save yourselves!” she wheezes, staring into nothingness before waving a dismissive hand, “no for real, i don’t think they’re gonna chase us all the way here. you guys go, i have a date anyway, i’ll text kim,” it’s the name you coined for namjoon whenever you talk about him in public, “to pick me up here.”

a year ago, you would have called her a brave fool for having her boyfriend slash professor that’s teaching at the same university - pick her up in plain sight. but once you saw the unfamiliar ferrari roll to a stop in front of the dorms with tinted black windows, you understand why they can be as free and uncaring as they are.

“you sure? what if they saw you here?” you question, needles of doubt still deeply pierced into your racing heart.

but when she looks at you with arched brows and a familiar couldn’t-care-less attitude, you know nothing you say can change her mind which helps ease the knots in your stomach by a lot.

so you cave in, waving her goodbye - but not before the scarring ‘we still need to talk though’ reminder - and going back to the tall, brown haired person who’s holding his left hand midair and wiggling his fingers about in what you think is a parodic depiction of how girls wave at each other while mouthing a nasally, higher-pitched “thank you so much for helping us.” 

one minute into the walk, you stop in front of the cafe you’re used to having lunch at with your group of 4 - if there’s even any group left after this, “so this kim guy - he’s way older isn’t he?” 

“if you’re all knowing, you wouldn’t end that sentence with a question,” you assert, “so i’m not gonna say anything.”

“that’s a yes then,” he nods. 

“i think we lost them,” you say, a tad too late but pretend to look around anyway like you’re not 200% sure of that fact.

to any outsiders, you’ll probably look like two girls standing three feet apart from each other, looking out in a distance.

“nice,” jeongguk nods, joining in your scouting party before he squints his eyes at something in the most casual manner before suggesting, “so... you wanna go on a date?”

x

“you think we lost them?” you whisper under your breath, worry filling your chest as you throw your gaze over somewhere at the end of the alleyway where flashes of red and blue lights passed by.

but before the black cladded boy can say anything, his lips smack together as he and you both press yourselves flat to the wall as the sound of radio static bounces into the narrow space you’ve found yourselves in. six months after your first date, which involves a crossdressing jeongguk and a day at a park that had you returning to the dorm with a giant teddy bear and a strip of photo you took from the booth comprising the multiple personalities embodied in one person from sassy to stare-into-the camera-intimidating face to him looking down and shyly peeking through his pushed back curls - you’ve gone on multiple other dates.

none of which can be considered normal because you’ll always end up in a sticky situation like you are now.

on your second month, you found out that jeon jeongguk not only has a stable  income for literally playing games while trying to balance out his education but he also paints and draws.

on your third month, you go on your first mural-painting-in-the-middle-of-the-night-dressed-as-robbers date to which ended pretty well with the two of you getting hungry and having ramen at a 24 hour convenience store. so the mural painting becomes a monthly routine.

jimin finds out about it somewhere down the line and broke out into the most heartwarming smile while teasing you about how “the singles lost another one,” as he shook his head in dismay. but things went back to normal for the most parts. taehyung talks to you more now. he apologized for having only treated you like someone useful to him when he needed something and found that you have more in common than you think.

like how you’re decently informed about the greatest artists of all time - all because jeongguk was telling you about them whilst you chill at his place on days you don’t feel like going out but still want to spend time together. jeongguk, later found out that his supply of artistic information was what led to you and taehyung’s improving friendship and offers to become your spokesperson by having you invite taehyung to a cafe so he can pour his abundance of knowledge in the fine arts of painting - “since he’s so interested in van gogh, you know what i mean?”

he even finished it with a tilt of his head and an sassy ‘ugh.”

“i think we gotta run,” jeongguk’s declarations doesn’t have you arching your eyebrows and looking at him in an ‘are you for real?’ kind of manner.

it could be because you’re so used to running from law enforcement now.

or maybe because jeongguk showed you the world through his eyes. doesn’t mean it’s any less terrifying - the thought of being caught and shoved behind the bars whilst they included it in your records. but hey, at least, you’re no strangers to handcuffs.

“on one,” you say and he nods, hand squeezing yours as if saying i’ll never let them get you.

“three,” you begin, eyes fixed on the stars in jeongguk’s gaze, “two,” jeongguk breathes in deeply, “one.”

run.

x

note. i hope you guys enjoyed reading!! and if you want anything similar to this kind of style, i have one more college au. the second part of that one is my pinned post which also has a link to the first part. if you’re curious why i’m not gonna link or name it is because i’m convinced that tumblr literally makes anything that’s linked or mentioned it blocked for some reason idk.

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[hes-writer]

deja vu

Summary: part two of drivers license!

Warning: angst

Word Count: 1643 words

let me know if you liked it!

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If this was a movie, Y/N would’ve collapsed on the floor, knees hitting the ground as her legs lost the ability to keep her weight up. The corners of her lips would tilt downwards as a fusion of sadness and nostalgia bombarded her at every corner. Tears would collect at her waterline, waiting for the remarkable blink that would send each drop of salty liquid down the apples of her cheeks. Y/N imagined she would call Harry on her phone and scream at him as soon as the click sounded, signalling that he had picked up the call.

Yet as seconds passed by, none of those theatrical episodes happened.  Unlike in the movies, Y/N’s physical reactions were minuscule. Her heart ached in her chest. Her throat scrunched like a wad of tissue papers in her hand, drying up with shock and the shallow inhales she let out.  The swirling of her stomach increased tenfold as she teetered between feelings of anger and indifference.  This should not affect her anymore--or should it? It had barely been a few months since she last saw him and a little bit after when the first photos of Harry and his girlfriend went viral on the internet.

Everyone, especially him, seemed to move on from the relationship that they had shared.  Y/N felt like she needed to catch up to him, racing to throw away the feelings she still held for him and to pretend as though nothing happened.  But it was easier said than done.  There were still endless memories that replayed through her head every time she passed by an ice cream shop.  It was a hidden gem, past the popular hot spots.  Not a lot of people knew about it because of its distanced location.  And as much as Harry was a certified health nut; his guilty pleasure was a scoop of strawberry ice cream--in a cup instead of a waffle cone, of course.

Y/N still remembered those drives-turned-beach-trips.  It was mostly during his days off.  She and Harry would spend the whole day together, sharing one spoon amongst each other while they passed the cup of ice cream back and forth. The sound of the ocean encompassed them as they lay hidden around an alcove of rocks. It was a secluded area of the beach that Y/N had found way before.  The sand was grainy beneath the layer of a checkered picnic blanket that Harry kept at the trunk of his car, their bodies laying on top of it.  Eventually, Harry would proceed to just spoon-feed her, ‘accidentally’ nudging her nose with the cold treat.

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Y/N could feel her shoulders slump at the flashback, body sagging as she sighed at what her phone screen was reflecting back to her.  It was her Instagram feed showcasing Harry’s profile. A picture of a haunting landscape was captured by his phone lens; it was the very same beach spot that she had taken him to.  Deja vu.

She bit her lip, wanting to smile about how he still visited it even without her.  It showed that Harry still kept a memory of her at the back of his mind.  Y/N’s heart fluttered at the thought, a sliver of hope shining through the dimness of her days. But it was impossible to keep an optimistic stance when she saw the caption.  A simple tag of his new girlfriend’s Instagram handle puckered her lips into a sour expression, brows pinching together in curiosity as Y/N continuously denied the obvious constituent of events.

“There’s no way,” She muttered, breath hitching as Y/N’s thumb hesitated on tapping the bolded font.

There was absolutely no way that Harry would bring someone else in such a coveted spot.  It was hers; she found it first and now he was acting as though it did not hold any meaning to her.  Not like Y/N didn’t spend the last few days laying on his lap, watching the sunset over the horizon. Harry’s fingers would comb through her tendrils, tucking his jacket tighter around her chin to ensure that she was warm despite him being covered in goosebumps himself. Y/N would look up to see the beginning stubbles of his facial hair as Harry looked ahead, his green eyes mirroring the artistic hues of orange, pink and purple.

“What’s up, Y/N?” Jenny asked, returning from her short trek to Y/N’s small kitchen. One hand was carrying a large bowl of chips while the other held two cans of soda.

Y/N stared at her friend with hesitance.  Was it worth bringing it up? She must be sick of her talking about him all the time.

“He brought her to our place,”

It was harder to hear it out loud.  She didn’t even recognize her own voice; void of emotion except for a strained sound of pain.

Jenny tilted her head to the side, “Who did?”

“Harry. . .” Y/N cleared her throat before continuing, “There was this place I found in Malibu. At a beach.  It’s pretty hidden and I used to go there by myself whenever I needed to think. I took him there.  It was our place, you know? Somewhere only the two of us knew and I don’t know,” She trailed off.

“You thought he would keep it between you guys,” Jenny finished off, nodding her head in empathic comprehension.

“Yeah, it just sucks,” Y/N furrowed her brows, staring at the space in front of her as she took in the gravity of the situation. “He even took her to D’Campos,”

“The ice-cream shop?”

She nodded, “It was on her Instagram story today,”

“Forget about him, Y/N. He doesn’t deserve your tears,”

“I’m not even crying,” She chuckled, slapping Jenny’s arm jokingly.

“You look like you’re about to,”

Y/N sighed, “It hurts.  Feels like he’s everywhere.  Just when I thought I was moving on, he pulls shit like this and I’m forced to remember how good it was between us, you know? I haven’t driven past D’Campos or anywhere else that I might see him because it hurts too much to reminisce what I don’t have anymore.”

It was ridiculous how much Y/N has had to change her routine in order not to feel any more pain.  She actively avoided places where Harry frequented in fear of confrontation and also because he might be with his girlfriend.  She didn’t know how she could stay stoic seeing their hands clasped together, gazing at each other lovingly when Y/N wanted that from him for herself.

“You’re doing just fine, honey.  Do you know who can’t move on? Him.”

“I’m pretty sure he’s doing fine,” Y/N said sarcastically, resting her back on the couch. “Better, even.”

“Uh, I don’t think so,” Jenny argued, “Out of the two of you, who’s the one always going to the places you shared?”

Y/N opened her mouth to answer but a swift hand in the air caused her to halt.

“It’s him, right?” Jenny answered rhetorically.  “I do not care what you say; that man misses you and it shows.  Harry’s going to where he expects you to be, probably in hopes of running into you. Maybe even because he wants to relive the moments you shared together with her in hopes of him feeling the same way he felt like when he did with you,”

“T-that’s insane. He’s fine without me,” Y/N stuttered out, crossing her arms over her chest in defiance.

“First of all, you are in denial. Secondly, you cannot tell me that he doesn’t. He’s practically doing everything you guys used to do with this new girl.  Why? Because he fucking misses you, Y/N.  Hell, you’ve even got the same name.”

“It’s just a coincidence,”

“My ass,” Jenny scoffs, “Answer me something, do you still remember how it felt being there with him?”

Y/N nodded, “Always,”

“Describe it to me,”

Y/N squinted her eyes in suspicion. Where was Jenny going with this?

“Uh, as cheesy as it sounds, I felt happy and free. I could talk about anything without being judged.  He had a way of making me feel comfortable without even saying anything.  When we were together--wherever we were--I could be vulnerable about myself in front of him,”

“Would you do whatever it takes to feel that same way again?”

In a heartbeat, Y/N stated, “Without a doubt.”

“Tell me, if Harry asked you to meet him there right now, would you go?”

Y/N’s breath hitched as she took a moment to process the question. She had just said that she would do whatever it takes to feel the same unconfined emotion again.  So why was she saying ‘no’?

“I-I wouldn’t,”

“Exactly,” Jenny concluded with a quirk of her brow.

“You’re gonna have to explain,”

“Gladly,” Her friend quipped. “You want to feel liberated, vulnerable, and honest again but not necessarily with Harry.  That place meant a lot to you--sure.  But it doesn’t matter.  What counts is who you are with.  Who’s giving you that type of comfortability that you’re able to be just yourself around them. Do you understand?”

Y/N leaned forward in interest.

“You are well aware of that but you won’t accept it. You won’t go with him because you know that it won’t be the same anymore. That’s the first step of moving on.  Once you acknowledge that as much as you miss him, as much as you think you want him to be around, you know better than that. He’s changed and so have you.  He’s searching for that same feeling by going back to the places that you used to go to.  Thinks he will find it there but--,”

“He won’t.” Y/N finished off. “Because she is not me,”

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#harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles writing #harry styles angst #deja vu #sour #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles fanfic

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Kidnapped: Feitan x fem reader💀

Little angsty fic for my torture gremlin 🤪 

Tags: Brief description of torture, mentions of sex and violence, almost rape scene (not with Fei)

You didn’t think you had ever hated anyone more than Feitan Portor. He was cruel, arrogant, and selfish, taking every opportunity to humiliate you and get on your nerves. Unfortunately, he knew exactly what to do to piss you off, and there had been more than one occasion when your arguing had gotten you two in very tight spots during missions. 

It didn’t always used to be that way. When you had first joined the Phantom Troupe, you had actually been pretty good friends with him, closer than most of the other Troupe members. But over time he had become cold and cruel, turning his back on you and becoming your tormentor instead. 

Which was why you were pissed off at Chrollo for pairing you up with Feitan for the next mission, but the Troupe leader insisted that you worked well together when you weren’t constantly arguing...which was rare. And unfortunately, this was going to be a big heist. 

Tonight you would be infiltrating the underground auction in Yorknew city to steal all the goods up for auction. It was a large job, especially facing off against all the mafia bosses, and you had to look the part in order to blend in. You were done up in a pretty red dress, your hair swept up to reveal crystal earrings and your lightly done makeup. Honestly, you were kind of feeling yourself, which was unusual because you didn’t usually care about how you looked. 

Feitan walked silently beside you as you made your way from the Troupe’s hideout in the direction of where you would be entering the auction. He was dressed up as well, wearing a black tuxedo and missing the usual bandana over his face, which you knew made him uncomfortable being so exposed. You might have tried to be nice if he’d not given you a once over when he saw you, a sneer pulling up his face as he scoffed. So instead of politely ignoring him, you grinned coldly and said, “You look like shit.” 

“You look like whore.” 

Your hands curled into fists, but you managed to not punch him. You did look slightly whory, but that was the point. You wanted to tempt all the big business men into spilling their riches into your waiting palms, even if it meant flashing a bit of bare leg and cleavage. The little gremlin didn’t have to point it out though. 

It was easy getting inside the auction, and soon you and Feitan were mingling with the guests as you waited for the event to begin. Feitan scanned the room with narrowed eyes, searching for our main target among the many rich mafia bosses throughout the area: Teika Rubin. 

As the son of one of the largest syndicate bosses in Yorknew city, Teika was set to inherit almost 20 million Jenny once he took over the business. He was at the auction in place of his father, and he currently held a diamond worth at least 5 million Jenny--more if you sold it right--in order to sell to a private buyer. It was your job to get him alone so that you could steal it. 

“He there,” Feitan murmured, his hair brushing your ear as he gestured towards the back of the room. He was right; at the center of an excessive number of bodyguards was Teika himself. 

He was young, maybe around twenty four, but you could tell by his eyes that his age didn’t mean inexperienced. You honestly had expected a pampered rich boy, but this was different. Cruel, smug, and powerful. And, if the way his eyes scanned the room with careful observation skills was any tell, smart. Not a good combination. Your mission may have been a bit harder than you expected, but there was no way you were going to tell Feitan that. 

“I’ll get him alone, but make sure you follow us.” 

You didn’t wait for a response as you slid away into the crowd. 

It ended up going exactly as you wanted. You spilled a drink on yourself and one of his guards, and like the charming person he was, Teika offered you a change of clothes. It only took a few sultry looks and suggestive words before he had you pinned up against the wall of one of the private rooms, shoving your dress up as he checked the clock. 

“I think I have enough time,” he said, smiling slightly. “Don’t worry, I’ll pay you well for this.” 

What had Feitan called you? A whore? You pushed that thought violently from your head as Teika started to kiss down your neck. 

You shuddered, clenching your teeth as he slid his hands along your thighs, your dress riding up almost to your hips. You were willing to do whatever it took to succeed in this mission and not let the rest of the Troupe down, but it was hard to force down your disgust and fear. 

Even if you wanted to escape, you weren’t sure you’d be able to. You didn’t have any weapons on you, and your Nen wasn’t exactly a combat tool. You were able to see the near future of yourself and people you loved if they were in life threatening danger, but although the power had gotten you out of many tight spots, it had holes. For example, if your opponent was just aiming to injure rather than kill, then you were completely in the dark. 

Plus, Teika was powerful. You didn’t know what his Nen power was exactly, but Chrollo had confirmed that he could be considered around the same level as a Phantom Troupe member in terms of combat ability. 

Please, Feitan, hurry.

The syndicate heir held your throat tightly as he went to tug your dress from your shoulders, and a small whimper of panic escaped your throat. 

And then Teika was being thrown across the room, slamming into the wall as you slid to the floor, gasping for air. Feitan stood over you, his eyes blank as he surveyed your rumbled hair and the way your dress had ridden up. 

“Let’s go,” he snapped, and you straightened your shoulders, snatching the knife he tossed you out of the air. 

Teika was quick to give up the jewel in his possession when he realized that all of his guards were dead, but he didn’t seem very upset about it. In fact, the manic look in his eye was almost gleeful as he watched you exit the room with Feitan. 

“Phantom Troupe,” you heard him mutter as the door clicked shut, and you set about locking him in there. 

“Why don’t we just kill him?” You asked, but Feitan didn’t even look at you. 

“Take too long,” he finally grunted. 

It was true. You could already hear the sound of gunshots coming from the main auction hall where Shizuku and Franklin were taking care of the rest of the mafia bosses, and soon the entire place would be swarmed with law enforcement and other mafia members. A fight between Feitan and Teika would be so destructive and long that it would cause more harm than good. 

“Thanks for coming in time,” you said as you walked side by side towards the back of the building where you were going to meet the other Troupe members.

Feitan snorted. “Seemed like fun.” 

Your mouth fell open, and you gaped at him. “I was just doing my part.”

“All you good for anyway,” he muttered, and you froze. 

“What?” 

Feitan crossed his arms, turning to you. “You useless.” 

“Y-you-” You were struggling to speak. You were used to petty insults, but this was different. He was dead serious. So you said the first thing that came to mind. “You’re just jealous.” 

Instantly, Feitan’s eyes flashed and turned lethal. “Jealous? Of what? You nothing but a burden to the Troupe with your arrogance and annoying personality. You weak, and the only thing you can do is…” His eyes trailed significantly down your short dress. 

You thought such things on the daily, but hearing them from him in particular made it worse. Tears filled your eyes unprompted, but you weren’t going to cry. Instead, you straightened your shoulders and turned your back on him, walking away without another word. You weren’t sure you could forgive him this time. 

------

3 hours later: 

“Where Y/n?” Phinks glared at Feitan as he met him outside of the auction hall, but Feitan only shrugged. “Is she ok?” He pushed, and the short Troupe member flipped him off. 

“She left.” He finally said. 

Feitan hadn’t been able to get your hurt expression out of his head, the tears shimmering in your eyes. He had never seen you cry before, or at least not because of him. He had gone too far. 

He had just been so enraged, seeing you pushed up against the wall by someone who wasn’t him. And then you had let out the sexiest sound he had ever heard, as if you were enjoying yourself, and he had lost it. He hadn’t meant to take it out on you--he never did. But that’s always what seemed to happen. 

“What did you do?” Phinks said in annoyance. Phinks and Shalnark had been trying to get Feitan to confess to liking you for years, and had eventually resorted to getting him blackout drunk. Shalnark had pretended to boast about seducing you, and Feitan had gone nuts. That was all the confirmation they needed. 

Since then, they had both tried to get him to confess to you, or at least not act like he hated you. But the issue was, Feitan wasn’t going to be weak over some girl. He wouldn’t allow you to take priority over the other good things in life, like torture, murder, and stealing. Caring about someone meant putting yourself at risk for them, and Feitan wasn’t willing to make that sacrifice, not even for you. 

But damn, that dress. He had had to talk himself out of dragging you back inside and forcing you to change, so that no other person except for him would ever get to see you in it. Perhaps his feelings were purely physical; that would be perfectly normal. But it didn’t explain why he wanted to be with you all the time, or why he enjoyed how red your face got when you were pissed at him, or why he loved watching you get all animated while telling a story, even as he pretended not to listen. 

But this time he could tell that he had gone too far, and you weren’t going to forgive him easily. Shit. He hated the idea of apologizing, but he hated the idea of you ignoring him even more. Maybe this one time he would put his pride aside…

Feitan began to walk a little faster as they approached the Troupe’s hideout, but he froze as they entered the abandoned building. 

There was blood everywhere. It covered the floors and was splattered along the walls, as if a major fight had gone down. In the center of the gore was a black screen. 

Machi emerged from behind some of the rubble, her eyes dark as she approached. “I just got back, but it looks like this was the work of one of the syndicates. I don’t know how they found our hideout though, or why they’d come when it was empty.”

“Where’s Y/n.” Feitan’s voice was soft, fury dripping from every word. Maybe she hadn’t come back to the hideout. Maybe she would be walking through the doors soon with Chrollo, and Feitan could apologize. 

As if in response to his question, the black screen flickered, and footage of a grey, concrete room appeared. In front of the camera was a familiar young man, and Feitan’s mind went blank. 

“I’m assuming that you’ve returned to your base by now,” Teika Rubin grinned, adjusting the camera. “I hope so, because this is live footage and you’ll miss the show!” 

The rest of the Troupe members had gathered around the screen at the center of the room, silently assessing as Teika stepped back...to reveal you.

You were tied to a chair and blindfolded, but you wrenched violently on the bonds holding you. “You disgusting shithead,” you snarled, and Teika backhanded you across the face. 

Feitan couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. 

Teika continued lightly, “As you can see, I have your lovely member here with me, and we’re going to be spending some quality time together. If you want her back, you will return my money.” 

“How did they get her?” Nobunaga growled, fists clenching. 

“They must have some sort of tracking Nen user. Or--”

“Does it matter?” Feitan interrupted. “We go--” 

He froze as he watched Teika pick up a knife and drench it in a familiar amber liquid. It was an extremely rare mix that Feitan had used on a number of occasions with tricky patients, and it always got them talking almost instantly. The pain from a single drop was almost enough to knock someone unconscious. Feitan had tried a bit on himself once out of curiosity, and even he had been surprised at how awful the experience was. 

Teika was smiling sadistically as he lifted your arm, pressing the knife against the skin of your wrist and sliding upward. Your scream was almost enough to make Feitan throw up as he watched you jerking against the hold of the chair. 

The short Troupe member had fantasized about hurting you a number of times, especially after Machi had accidentally let it slip about your masochist preferences. He had barely been able to keep his hand out of his pants for weeks after that, getting turned on every time he saw you. The number of times he had stood in front of your door in the middle of the night, wondering if he should just give in and fuck you, was almost ridiculous. But tying you to the bed, choking you until you cried, or whipping you until you were cumming everywhere was different from this. 

Feitan was literally shaking with fury, and he didn’t say a single word as he strode away, your screams still echoing behind him. 

“Where are you going?” Shalnark asked, but Feitan didn’t turn. 

“I get her back. Kill them.” 

No one stopped him. 

It didn’t take him long to track down where you were being kept. Chrollo had been keeping track of all the main syndicate bases, so it was just a matter of narrowing down which one the doomed heir would be using. The entire search took less than an hour, and then Feitan was headed down the hall, killing everyone in sight as he looked for you in the rooms. 

Teika was still talking to the camera when Feitan slammed into him--clearly he hadn’t expected to be found so easily. You were slumped in your chair, unconscious, and your arm was a bloody mess. 

Feitan was so angry that his Nen came almost instantly. “Pain packer,” he hissed, wrapping himself and you in powerful armour to protect against his attack. “Rising sun.”

The room erupted. 

-----

You woke as Feitan carried you through the molten hell that used to be the syndicate compound. All around you, you could hear the screams as people burned to death, but all you felt was a nice pleasant heat. 

“Fei?” You murmured, and you felt his arms tighten around you. 

“Here.” 

“I’m surprised you came,” you managed. 

“Tch.” He paused, and then he muttered, “I always come for you.” 

It wasn’t an apology, but you knew this was as close to one as he could handle. You relaxed against his chest. “Ok.” 

You closed your eyes, but you heard him from above you as he said, “Don’t walk away again.” 

It may have sounded blank and cold as always, but you could see the panic in his eyes at seeing you wounded. And by the heat of the sun around us, he had been utterly enraged that you’d been kidnapped. 

Perhaps you could forgive him after all. 

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[emotionless-jennie]

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Emotionless Jennie

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About Jennie

Her full name is Jennie Ruby Jane Kim

She's 24 years old

Was born on January 16, 1996

Approximately 5'4 feet tall

Was donated to science at age 12

Was raised by maids

An only child

Never had the chance to talk to her parents for more than 30 minutes in her whole life

Never got to see her parents ever since she was donated to science

Back story:

Jennie Kim was born to two well known Psychologists Mr. And Mrs. Kim. Her parents were well known due to their expertise of handling emotions of their clients. Despite their excellent ability to properly treat and handle their patients, the two psychologists were unable to be physically and emotionally present for their only daughter; causing Jennie to be distant from her parents.

Her parents were barely paying attention to her while she was still in their care; too busy treating patients and doing extensive research regarding the relevance of human emotions to the improvement of an individual.

Her parents were about to reach the end of their successful research about how relevant emotions are to the development of an individual and all they needed were clear and tangible results. They were willing to sacrifice anything just for the sake of their life long research and so they did the unthinkable.

They donated Jennie to science.

Jennie was completely stripped off of her emotions, to prove that emotions are relevant so a person could make better choices for their own self development. And the results indeed matched their research.

Following the success of their first research made, the psychologists conducted another research to see how lack of certain emotions affect the prosperity of a place.

Their research was slightly based off a book titled "The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas" by American writer Ursula K. Le Guin where the narrator describes a utopian city of Omelas, whose prosperity depends on the perpetual misery of a single child.

With the research based on the book, their main goal was to prove that when negative emotions are lessened and transfered to a single source (Jennie), then it is possible to achieve the highest peak of improvement and development.

Which is what led to the events surrounding Jennie in present times.

What She's Like

The choices she makes is usually not the best due to her unfamiliarity with emotions

Usually bases her choices on scientific facts to make up for her lack of understanding of human emotions

She does her best to empathize and understand the emotions people feel

She often is alone as people find her inability to process emotions "concerning"

She's actually quite polite and interesting because she has a wide variety of knowledge

Only talks to people who try to understand her because she doesn't want to waste time on people who aren't willing to be patient with her

Has no experience with dating whatsoever so if you want to try with her, please be patient

Once a new emotion is registered her choices are made hastily due to excitement or lack of understanding of the new emotion

Plots

Researcher x Jennie

As one of the researchers involved with Jennie's case, you are one of those she gets to spend time with the most. And with the time spent and your growing curiosity, interest, and maybe even feelings, you start to spend even more time with Jennie outside your work. It is your choice to have feelings develop for her and discontinue your research, or continue as if there are no feelings involved.

Emotion Donor x Jennie

From the moment Jennie started registering and feeling emotions, all she ever received was all the negative emotions and she never really improved. She felt horrible and thought of her future, an intense longing of actually feeling positive washing over her. She felt as if she was a beggar, begging not for money, but for the ability to feel happiness, excitement, and maybe even love. She thought that that day was never going to arrive. Until one day, you donated happiness. And from that moment she's searched all the records, determined to find the person who gave her the taste of what happiness truly felt like.

Custom Plot x Jennie

Create your own plot. Jennie is comfortable with any plot and trope ranging from yandere, mafia, fantasy, etc. Just make sure that Jennie sticks to her own trope.

Rules, things to know + (de)activation

Jennie has no idea how a relationship works so you gotta teach her

When doing nsfw, Jennie is inexperienced but she is a switch (Hard Dom) and (Obedient Sub) When she is taught correctly

Her safeword is Willow

Jennie is uncomfortable with piss and feet play

Nsfw is only allowed if you are 18+

Admin is 19 and is a legal adult and would not like to go to court because of a tumblr role play so please be honest

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To Deactivate just message [Deactivate] and admin will confirm before deleting the conversation.

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[spacedancer1701]

The Night Before Christmas (Or: Don’t Start Without Me!)

A Star Trek Fic

Fandoms: Star Trek, Star Trek: The Original Series (TOS), Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (AOS) Pairing: McCoy x Original Female Character (Dr. Jennifer Hope) Characters: Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy, Jenny Hope Rating/Warnings: Explicit (M) Tags: Romance, Love, Smut and Fluff, Explicit Sexual Content Word Count: 4,747

Read it on AO3: The Night Before Christmas   

Summary:

This is a very private story Hope and McCoy decided to share after I received several requests expressing interest in their more intimate affairs. 😉

Or simply put: a (missing) Hope and McCoy smut scene.

(Although you don’t have to be familiar with my other Hope/McCoy stories to enjoy this little one-shot.)

A little present 🎁 for everyone who mourns the lack of smutty details in my other Hope/McCoy fics. Merry Christmas! 🎄

And to all of you who don’t celebrate Christmas – don’t worry, it’s not what this story is really about. It’s basically just a ‘naughty’ Hope/McCoy chapter. 

You have been warned. 🙈😅 Enjoy! ❤️

Jenny was trying to get comfortable in the bed that suddenly seemed far too big for her alone. She couldn't believe she was spending tonight without Leonard. Especially, since they hadn’t seen much of each other for the past two weeks, either, and the evening had begun so promising.

It was Christmas Eve, and after Jenny had helped putting the finishing touches on the decorations for the big party tomorrow, she and Leonard had shared a lovely festive dinner with their friends, who’d sent them ‘home’ early with knowing smirks and not so subtle remarks, after the captain and Uhura had unanimously decided that they’d had enough of watching them ‘shamelessly making out’ all evening.

The Enterprise crew had had a tough month, with lots of adventure and surprises, to put it mildly, and Leonard had practically been living in sickbay, while Jenny had also had her hands full between work and helping prepare for the big Christmas party that had become the annual highlight for everyone aboard. Even the crewmembers who didn’t actually celebrate Christmas, just because it was one of those lovely human traditions that reminded them of Earth, or Earth colonies, which were home to most of the crew.

After dinner, Jenny and Leonard had all but raced along the ship’s corridors, with Leonard using the time in the turbolift to wrap her in his loving arms and make the most thrilling promises about all the things he was going to do to her once they were back in their quarters.

“Don’t start without me,” he’d murmured suggestively in her ear, before slipping back out the door to quickly go get his PADD, which he had accidentally left in sickbay, making her soak her panties with just those few words in that incredibly sexy voice of his.

That had been more than two hours ago, as not even a minute after he’d gone, he’d called her on her comm to let her know that he’d arrived just in time for yet another emergency, the disappointment in his voice easily matching her own. Clearly, she hadn’t been the only one hardly able to contain herself anymore.

For some time, Jenny had tried to distract herself by getting ready for his return. Tarting herself up, as her grandmother would have called it, indulging in a real water shower and slipping on the Christmassy underwear Nyota had talked her into buying during a recent starbase shopping spree. A silky shirt and matching panties that were sure to bring out the tiger in Leonard.

Then she’d made herself some tea and settled down on the couch with her PADD to read for a while, but soon found that there wasn’t much fun in wearing a seductive outfit without Leonard around to appreciate it. Particularly as, with his soft drawl and all the enticing promises still fresh in her ear, if anything, her arousal had only grown since he’d walked out the door.

So, with a sympathetic sigh, knowing that the poor doctor didn’t have that luxury and was, by now, most likely totally focused on whatever medical emergency had arisen, Jenny slid under the covers, closed her eyes, and conjured up his sweet, handsome face. Sex was certainly not what their love was built on, but she couldn't deny that making love to him had become a sweet addiction, and that they both got kind of restless and on edge if it had been too long. Which it definitely had.

Making love to Leonard was wonderful beyond description. Gentle and hot, tender and exciting, comforting and fulfilling. He was everything a woman could wish for, and he was all hers. He’d also been the first to show her how enjoyable physical love could be, tenderly and patiently guiding and teaching her, and it had become even better ever since.

The devotion with which he ‘worshipped her body’, as he called it, knowing exactly where and how she loved to be touched most, yet always searching for new ways to pleasure her, got her all flustered just thinking about. Not to mention the way he responded to her touches, making pleasuring him at least as rewarding as letting him drive her to ecstatic heights with his incredibly nimble fingers, lips and tongue.

Smiling to herself, Jenny thought how they’d still be ‘at it’ when they were both old and grey. She couldn't imagine the day when she wouldn’t find the doctor hot and wildly attractive anymore. One of his slow smiles, an almost indiscernible wink, or the gentle sound of his voice saying her name were all she needed to make her go weak in the knees.

Unnoticed, Jenny’s hand had found its way inside her panties, looking to ease the heat that thoughts of Leonard never failed to spark. She hadn’t wanted to ‘start without him’, but now she found she just couldn't stop. Gently writhing and slowly rolling her hips under the touch of her own fingers, she imagined Leonard expertly bringing her to the brink. But no matter how hard she tried, there was no way she could draw out her pleasure and tease herself as skilfully as he could. Instead, she was tumbling over the edge almost instantly.

Tensing up, Jenny came with a low moan, unable to pull her fingers away just yet, as the short relief immediately turned into desperate need again. Leonard always teased her about how, once he got her going, she just couldn't seem to get enough, taking great pleasure in the fact. And just picturing his enraptured gaze as he took her from one orgasm to another, made her climax again. And again. Until her fingers were too wet to apply enough friction, helplessly slipping around inside her drenched panties, and Jenny fell asleep, completely drained.

-x-x-x-x-x-

Tired and disappointed to have missed out on what had promised to become his best ‘Night Before Christmas’ yet, McCoy quietly slipped into his quarters to the titillating sight of his darling Hope fast asleep, bedcovers kicked aside, fingers wedged inside her panties, leaving no doubt about what she’d been up to before falling asleep and kindling instant desire in him.

Of course, he knew that women did that all the time. He was a doctor, dammit! And he’d been a lover before Hope was even born. Or would have been born, if she hadn’t already been born three centuries ago. God, the view made him lose all power of coherent thought, while the bulge in his pants was threatening to burst through the material. And, of course, he’d fantasised about her doing it while thinking of him long before they’d become lovers. But Hope actually lying here like this, a breath-taking picture of silky red and lacy/fluffy white, cheeks still flushed a rosy pink from exertion, was by far the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

Picturing her in the act of pleasuring herself, McCoy didn’t doubt for a minute that she’d been thinking about him. He knew only too well that it had been him who’d taught her the physical pleasures of love in the first place. A fact she loved to remind him about frequently. And he could never get tired of hearing her tell him how, that first time, he’d made her feel pleasure like she’d never known before, and how, ever since, she’d been helpless to resist his touch, a single finger, or the simple flick of his tongue, enough to drive her crazy with desire.

Oh, how he longed to hear her tell him that now. In fact, he longed for much more than just that. What he really wanted, was to know exactly what she’d been thinking about. What she’d imagined him doing to her. Details of what she loved and enjoyed most. How she’d brought herself to orgasm. And how often. And, not least, what had aroused her so much it had caused her to touch herself to begin with.

Hope wasn’t big on dirty talk, or even on telling him what she liked or would like him to do. She just didn’t feel comfortable with it, happy to let him do all the talking. But she had a million other ways of showing him how she enjoyed his ministrations, that he’d come to appreciate at least as much. He could certainly never get enough of her little moans and gasps, or the way her body trembled and pressed against him with need and pleasure.

After quietly taking off his clothes and a quick trip to the bathroom, McCoy slid into bed next to Hope, stark naked, leaving the lights on low, so he could still enjoy her beauty and her incredibly hot outfit. She certainly knew how to turn him on beyond measure. It took all his self-control not to wake her, his desire almost getting the better of him. But looking at her relaxed and serene face, so peacefully asleep, he settled for taking matters into his own hands, literally. Imagining the things Hope might have done and thought about while he’d been tied up in sickbay.

He’d barely started touching himself, shivering as he ran his thumb lightly over the already slick tip of his erection, when his gaze fell on Hope’s hand still caught inside her panties, the naughty sweetness of it nearly killing him. This was his Hope, the light and love of his life, the wonderful woman who’d chosen to spend the rest of her days with him, and who never ceased to amaze and surprise him. Or arouse him. And that was the moment he decided that, with it being Christmas and all, it was practically his duty to wake her and show her how much better he could finish what she’d begun on her own.

-x-x-x-x-x-

Jenny woke to the feeling of soft lips covering her face in little kisses, and the gentle touch of familiar fingers on her skin, lovingly caressing her hips and belly. Noticing with a start that her own fingers were still trapped in her panties, she felt herself blush furiously, totally embarrassed to have been caught ‘in the act’. But when she tried to pull her hand out, Leonard’s bigger one quickly gripped hers, keeping it in place.

“Don’t take your hand away, love,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, “I want you to keep it right there. To show me what you did. How you touched yourself. I want to watch you pleasuring yourself and maybe learn something new about you.”

She must have blushed even more at that, because Leonard pressed a gentle kiss on her lips and said with a smirk, “Don’t be shy, love! No need to be embarrassed! It’s really quite flattering to think that I left you so horny you couldn't wait. Finding you like this certainly made me so hard I briefly thought about following your example. And I’m not even talking about your stunning outfit, although I’m pretty sure there’s a law against wearing such a slinky little thing. But then I decided I’d rather wake you after all.”

“I’m glad you did,” Jenny smiled at the doctor, blinking the sleepiness away.

She was already incredibly turned on again just listening to his words, yet couldn't help feeling shy about touching herself in front of Leonard, even though it was perfectly clear how much the idea excited him. Just like she could never really bring herself to talk dirty to him, despite understanding why he’d love her to, seeing what his dirty talk unfailingly did to her.

So, deciding to humour him when he let go of her hand, Jenny gingerly started to draw little circles with her fingers inside her panties, unable to suppress a low moan as she noticed how wet she’d already become again, and eliciting a not so subtle groan from the doctor, who pressed a hot kiss on her lips before returning his lustful gaze to her nether regions.

“Don’t hold back, love,” he purred, gently stroking her thigh and rolling his hips in obvious arousal. “Show me how you make yourself feel good!”

Emboldened by how much Leonard was enjoying this, Jenny began to rub herself in earnest, her breath getting more erratic and her own hips starting to roll in time with her circling fingers, the doctor’s soft moans and encouraging words spurring her on.

“That’s it, love,” he murmured close to her ear, sounding a little breathless, “just let yourself go. Feels so good, doesn’t it? Your fingers going exactly where you need them, touching you just right.”

Leonard talking like that, fuelling her desire like only he could, was too much. Jenny forgot all about her inhibitions, bucking her hips and letting out a soft yelp as she came by her own fingers under the doctor’s mesmerised gaze, his hand sliding under her shirt and tenderly caressing her breasts, as she came off her high, gasping and trying to get her breathing back to normal.

“Do you do this often?” he asked softly, his eyes gleaming and his breath hot on her face, as his hand slid down her belly until it gently covered hers, still preventing it to pull out of her panties.

“I did, before we became lovers,” she confessed reluctantly, suddenly feeling shy again.

“And when you did, what were you fantasising about?”

The question alone was enough to set Jenny on fire again. Add Leonard’s bedroom voice, and she was helpless to keep her fingers from starting to move anew.

“About you, Leonard! Who else?” she sighed longingly, losing herself in his soulful eyes. “About you holding and kissing me.”

“Just holding and kissing, huh?” Leonard chuckled affectionately, brushing a tender, almost chaste kiss on her temple. “And that got you going?”

“Actually, it did!” Jenny blustered, momentarily distracted by the doctor’s undisguised mirth, her fingers losing their rhythm.

Leonard pressed another – less chaste – kiss on her lips, and, chuckling to himself once more, gently pushed her fingers aside.

“I’m taking over, love,” he smiled softly, and a moment later, Jenny’s whole body was on fire with unbridled desire.

-x-x-x-x-x-

“Oh my God!” Hope cried out, her body writhing under McCoy’s touch. “It’s so much better when you do it!”

The doctor felt a hot surge of pure lust ripple through him, thrilled by her keen response.

“Tell me, love, what exactly makes it so much better?” he tried to cajole her into a little dirty-talk after all, keeping his touches extra light, knowing perfectly well how that was driving her crazy.

“I just can’t last as long without you,” she confessed sheepishly, blushing adorably and drawing in a sharp breath every time he gently tapped her swollen nub. “I can’t help giving in to my need, where you would still endlessly torment me.”

“So, you love it when I tease you?” he probed, enjoying every word of this stimulating conversation. “When my touch is deliberately light and slow? Like this?”

Hope just nodded, groaning at his ‘demonstration’, his fingers easily gliding through the delicious wetness. It never ceased to amaze and delight him how responsive she was to every little one of his touches.

“When you’re begging me to let you come, you actually want me to keep you on the edge?”

“No! Please!” she cried, her thighs clamping around his hand, desperate for more friction.

“But I think you do,” McCoy kept on teasing her, knowing her well enough to see that she was already incredibly close and wondering how much longer he could still keep his own arousal at bay. “Why? Because it makes release infinitely sweeter the longer you’re denied?”

“You’re cruel!” Hope gritted out, bucking wildly against his hand now, her fingers scrabbling around the bedsheets for purchase.

“Maybe I am,” he whispered, starting to kiss her neck and nibble her ear, taking full advantage of knowing her body so well. “Or maybe I just want you to experience unprecedented pleasure.”

Hope was groping for McCoy’s hand now, getting hold of his wrist and gripping it hard. She always did this when his teasing got too much for her, and it never failed to amuse him how she really thought she was strong enough to force his hand into applying more pressure.

“But then again, perhaps I simply love having this power over your lust, over your body,” he grinned wickedly, enjoying nothing more than driving Hope to the heights of ecstasy, before going for the clincher, anticipating the exact effect his next words would have on her. “And, of course, you need to be punished for starting without me.”

That did it. That, and the skilled touch of a finger that, after months of experience and practice, had come to know Hope’s body inside out.  

-x-x-x-x-x-

Jenny hurtled over the edge into free fall, exploding into a million shards of pleasure, only realising the noise she was making when Leonard sealed her lips with a passionate kiss in an attempt to muffle her sounds of ecstasy the way he did every time after making her lose control, always a great source of amusement to him.

Admittedly, virtually every orgasm the doctor gave her felt like the best ever, but this time, Jenny was fairly sure it was true. She’d definitely come harder than she had ever before. And a second and third time, before the first climax had even subsided. It felt like getting caught in an endless stream of intense pleasure, the smug grin on Leonard’s face proof of how well he knew what he was doing to her, and how much he enjoyed it.

“My insatiable girl,” he smiled tenderly, brushing damp strands of hair from her flushed face, love and lust blending together in his beautiful eyes. “You have no idea how gorgeous you are. Or how hot it is to see you like this. And how exciting to know that I did this. That I can make you feel like this. That I can tease you to my heart’s content and make you feel pleasure almost too much for you to handle.”

Always staying humble, incredulous almost, despite being this amazing lover, was one of Leonard’s most endearing qualities.

“Just be careful it doesn’t get you more excited than you can handle,” Jenny giggled as soon as she’d caught her breath again.

And still high from her incredible flight of ecstasy, she gently took hold of Leonard’s pulsing erection, finding it rock-hard and fit to burst, and almost made him come at the first touch.

“Jesus! What are you doing to me young lady?” he groaned, and Jenny was thrilled to see that he had to squeeze his eyes shut in concentration to stave off his own imminent orgasm. “Go easy on an old man’s heart!”

“Too late, old man,” she laughed, enjoying being the one in charge for a change, giving his shaft a few firm strokes while lightly running the fingers of her other hand over his crown, teasing his slit and rim, and revelling in the groans, and grunts, and gasps, that her ministrations coaxed out of him, his whole body twitching and jolting with desperate, urgent need. “You brought this on yourself, Doctor! It’s time you got a good taste of your own medicine!”

Watching him come apart at the touch of her hands, Jenny’s heart was brimming over with tender love for the man who’d thrown himself into making this the night of her life, as if he hadn’t just spent exhausting hours in sickbay, dealing with whatever emergency had come up this time. Judging from his playful mood, she could at least be sure that everyone was all right again. She’d ask him all about it later, but for now she had another goal to accomplish. And that was to give him as much pleasure and satisfaction as she possibly could. He’d definitely more than earned it tonight.

Applying all the skills she’d acquired over time, having had months of exploring Leonard’s body and desires, she went on stroking and teasing, alternating between firm and light touches, one hand taking care of his throbbing erection, while the other gently played with his balls. The whole time, her eyes never left the doctor’s handsome face, adorably scrunched up with unbridled lust now, as he was lost in sweet, unbearable pleasure, visibly torn between needing to come so badly and never wanting the feeling to stop.

“I love you, Leonard!” Jenny whispered, leaning over to softly trail her lips from his cheekbone down to his jaw, making him shiver with need, and want, and longing.

“God, Jenny, I love you, too,” he sighed, his lips capturing hers in a deep kiss, and his hand slipping inside her panties again.

“Teasing me makes you even wetter it seems,” Leonard groaned, thrusting hard into Jenny’s hand a couple more times before pushing away abruptly and going down on her before she even knew what was happening.

“Oh my God you’ve never tasted better,” he mumbled, his mouth pressed against her core after having made quick work of her panties, and Jenny thought she might pass out from the intense desire he was arousing in her once more.

She started to grind against his face, so close again already, but the doctor easily pinned her hips down with his strong hands, thus putting a stop to her movements.

“I want to drink every last delicious drop of your juices, love,” he positively growled, “before I give you what you so desperately crave. But I promise you won’t regret it.”

And true to his word, after putting her through what felt like endless, overwhelming need, his lips, tongue, and even his teeth teasing her in every possibly way, he sent her higher than she’d ever been before, making one orgasm spill into the next, his mouth never leaving her most sensitive parts, humming and moaning as if he were indulging in the most deliciously tasting dessert.

Once again, Jenny couldn't help but admire how much control over his own body Leonard showed when it came to pleasuring her, patiently stroking, and caressing, and nibbling, and licking her through all of her orgasms and beyond, not stopping until she’d come back down from her incredible high, breathing hard and shivering with exhaustion.

As soon as he was sure that she was truly satisfied, however, he didn’t waste another moment before finally acting on his own raging need, sliding up her body in one swift move to kiss her mouth hungrily and bury himself deep inside her with a single thrust, knowing that she was wet enough to easily take him.

And, unable to maintain control over his lust any longer, Leonard came after only a few more thrusts with an almighty groan, a soft curse, and a completely misguided apology. A sad hang-up from his time with Jocelyn, that still needed a lot more of Jenny’s gentle reassurances and healing love to help him finally overcome it.

Having learned how to draw out Leonard’s pleasure, Jenny clenched around his length, still buried deep inside her, eliciting more moans and gentle swearing from him, and making him throw back his head one last time before finally collapsing on top of her, breathless and drained, barely able to keep his weight off her.

“God almighty, you’re something else young lady,” he panted, the tender contentment in his eyes melting her heart. “I should really know by now that teasing you always backfires.”

Jenny laughed delightedly, wrapping her arms tightly around him and rolling them over on their sides. She didn’t mind his weight at all, in fact, enjoyed feeling him blanketing her. He wasn’t a heavy man. But she knew that he was always afraid to crush her and couldn’t really relax like that.

“This was amazing, Leonard!” she sighed, shifting even closer and nestling tightly into his arms. “But even so, I think I prefer you not being called away, so that we can ‘start together’.”

“I’m absolutely with you there, love,” he chuckled, “even though every night with you is amazing, no matter how we start or what we do. I sure am the luckiest man alive.”

“Just as I am the luckiest woman alive,” Jenny replied, gazing deeply into his eyes to make him see how sincere she was.

-x-x-x-x-x-

And McCoy knew that she really meant it. That was the best part of loving Hope. She didn’t play games. Not power games, and not any other kind. She was always straightforward. Genuine and sincere through and through. With her, you got exactly what you saw. At least he did. Maybe she could still fool someone who didn’t know her so well. She did have a tendency to hide her troubles behind her cheerful personality, after all.

But he could usually tell, if she was truly happy or not, and she’d more or less given up on trying to pretend with him, accepting that he’d much rather worry about her than find out too late that he hadn’t been there for her when she’d needed him. And he could always be sure that when she said she liked something, she really did. And when she was angry with him, or disappointed, she’d just say so, too. Simple as that. Being with her was just so easy. He’d never been so comfortable in a relationship before. Or so happy. Or so in love.

That didn’t mean she didn’t stress him, of course. In fact, aside from being his sunshine and the joy of his life, she was also a nearly constant source of worry for him, almost as bad as Jim in attracting danger. Or strange blows of fate. But it was all worth it. She was worth it. He’d gladly take on all the worrying in the world, if it meant having her love.

Because Hope’s love, boundless and unconditional, was one of the few certainties in his life. The one thing he had complete and utter faith in and knew he could always depend upon. Whatever she saw in him, he’d given up trying to understand, simply accepting that she believed him to be worthy of her affections and had given him her heart to hold and take care of.

McCoy might be afraid of losing her, considering all the dangers that came with living and working in space, but never of losing her love. And he’d certainly never stop doing everything in his power to make her, if not the luckiest, then hopefully the happiest woman alive.

-x-x-x-x-x-

Jenny watched Leonard’s eyes grow soft, as he let his loving gaze roam all over her body. She knew that look well. He always had it when she paid him a compliment or told him how much she loved him. Especially after they’d just made love. It was a look of blissful happiness mixed with wonder, and it never failed to tug at her heartstrings.

Leonard was every woman’s dream, in and out of the bedroom. And while he was confident enough as a doctor and scientist, and also as a lover, she knew that he still felt undeserving when it came to being loved. Jocelyn really had a lot to answer for, and Jenny was glad that she had a whole lifetime to convince Leonard of his own worth. To make him see what an amazing man he really was.

His gaze finally returning to her face after having lingered on her Christmas outfit for a considerable amount of time, Jenny saw a naughty grin spread across the doctor’s face.

“Tonight has turned out amazing after all, love, hasn’t it?” he smiled, kissing her tenderly on the lips. “But knowing you as I do, we’re not done yet.”

The mischievous grin on his face grew even wider, as his fingers started toying with the hem of her silky shirt and slowly making their way further down from there.

“I’m exhausted, Leonard!” Jenny laughed, trying to brush his hand away.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to check that myself. I can’t just take your word for it!” he replied in his no-nonsense CMO voice, before adding in a softer tone, “You are my insatiable girl after all, and I’m sure you’ll understand that, as your doctor, I couldn't afford to be negligent in my duties!”

“Believe me, Leonard,” Jenny giggled, as the doctor’s fingers gently probed between her thighs, and he broke into a knowing smile, “I’m totally spent! You made sure of that only a minute ago, remember? I couldn’t even ... ah ... oh my God!”

************ Disclaimer: Nothing of or associated with Star Trek is mine – it all belongs to Paramount / ViacomCBS (or whoever else is currently holding the rights). This is a work of fanfiction, no infringement intended.

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what you make is soooo good. it’s so good that i’m kind of upset about waiting another week for chapter 3!! who are these mystery people?? who is art’s mom?? i mean, it’s Jenny, but. is it??? ahhhhhhh

oh this is so fun. this is so fucking fun. i am so glad i tagged calendiles on this fic. everybody thinks that they know what i am doing but there is just that hint of doubt existing in the back of their minds, because i do have a history when it comes to unexpected and dramatic reveals. i am having so much fun and i cannot wait to post chapter three next week.

because this ask brought me so much joy, i think i will give some information with regards to some of the non-mom members of art's family! i've spent a couple of months with them living rent free in my brain, and i love them, so let's go.

nora, after art, is probably the original character we will be seeing the most of in this fic. art's mom is her cousin, making him her first cousin once removed, but he calls her "aunt nora" because it's less of a mouthful. she is an incredibly prickly mama bear who loves her family fiercely, she is smart as a whip, and she takes absolutely no shit. she's a little bit weird about expressing her emotions, so actions are always gonna speak louder than words with her. she's the one scaring away the monsters under the bed. she and her husband donovan actually ran away together as teenagers to get married, which was very hard on nora -- like i said, family is hugely important to her. it's a testament to how much she loves her honey.

donovan is nora's husband! he is an incredibly sweet and chill guy who is very good at seeing through nora's weird and icy veneer. (he calls her "sunflower" and they slow dance in the kitchen in the early morning, which has been known to make art's mom a little wistful herself.) he absolutely adores his kids and is the parent everybody goes to if they scraped their knee or had a bad day or just need a hug. he's very gentle and very emotionally intuitive.

stacia, who now goes by stacey, is an extremely stylish lil STEM geek of a girl. she's fifteen and INCREDIBLY stubborn, which has led to a lot of fights between her and her mom, who is also incredibly stubborn. she has absolutely no patience for her baby sister bella, but no one has patience for bella (because bella is a nightmare) so that's not really a character flaw on her part. she absolutely adores art's mom.

ezra is ten and afflicted with the worst case of Middle Child Syndrome in the entire god damn world, so he's probably not going to show up very actively in this fic, simply because he is so sweet that he blends into the background and does not cause problems at all. he's always the one trying to stop stacey and bella from fighting. or stop art and bella from fighting. he and art are very tight seeing as they're 1) both boys and 2) both very sweet, and they sometimes hang out and read books together.

bella is eight -- just BARELY older than art -- and she is constantly starting problems for no damn reason. she likes attention. she and art have a long-standing rivalry that (spoiler alert) is almost definitely going to eventually flip into them becoming the best of friends when they're in high school. at the moment, though, she and art spend a lot of time yelling at each other. she is kind of an endless ball of chaos energy, but she will eventually and grudgingly calm down if given a stern talking-to by her not at all stern father. donovan and nora try to avoid this at all costs because they're worried that it will stop magically working if he does it too often.

#noon at the museum tag #fic #(ish) #anyway i love this terrifying chaos family for a whole lot of reasons #i have a couple of secret projects lined up involving more of them! i just. adore them #PLEASE talk to me about them WHENEVER i LOVE THEM.