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tothemeadow · 3 years

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Minecraft hunger games with the upper moons maybe Muzan for extra fun where Nakime and the reader are on a team and they win? Obviously they punish everyone else in a very ✨spicy✨ way for being bad as they should.

I hope you enjoy your case of blueballs.

‘finish him’ / Muzan & Upper Moon Demons x Reader

warnings: more suggestive than spicy >.>

words: 1,291

Breathe in, breathe out. The enemy could be lurking anywhere. You’re grateful that Nakime has your back and vice versa; in a free-for-all match, partnerships shouldn’t be taken lightly, nor for granted. If either of you really wanted to, you could easily turn and end the other with a killing blow. If you two manage to survive against everyone else, things might have to turn out that way; however, Nakime has already agreed to share a double victory with you when the time calls for it.

You constantly remind yourself that you got this, that you will win. If not, well… Say goodbye to your dignity and bragging rights. Since you’re playing against someone like Douma, you’d rather not lose. Actually, you’d enjoy beating his ass in and out of game.

Glancing around, you take in the sight of everyone completely focused on the screens of their computers. You can only guess what they’re really doing, if the constant mashing of keys and clicks of the mouse give anything away. Your gaze lingers on Muzan for a split second longer; the crease between his brows is evident, a true disappointment against the otherwise perfection of his face. Frankly, you’re surprised that he and Kokushibou didn’t team up for the match. The two of them are practically glued to the hip for anything else, so why not this as well?

“Staring at people is what’s gonna get you killed,” Muzan mutters, his eyes remaining on his screen.

Embarrassment creeps over your nerves. Of course he would notice you staring. He’s always had that weird sixth (and maybe seventh) thing going on for him. With a scoff, you turn your attention back to your own computer and try to shake his comment off.

A couple of minutes later, there’s a sudden bang of fists colliding against a tabletop. “Son of a bitch,” Kaigaku hisses, “I just got ended by a fucking creeper. What kind of bullshit is this?”

“It’s called that you suck at this game, man,” Gyuutaro drawls. “Seriously. If you wanted to be killed by somebody, you should’ve found me instead.”

“Piss off,” Kaigaku snaps. “I’m just annoyed, okay? I didn’t ask for death by explosion.”

During their so-called “conversation,” Nakime subtly bumps your shoulder with hers. Looking at her screen, you see that she’s sneaking up behind Gyuutaro, a sword at the ready. Perfect.

“I’m just saying,” Gyuutaro continues, keeping his nonchalant behavior. He shrugs. “It’s a waste.”

And swipe.

“Wait – what the fu-“

There’s the distinct oof noise coming from Gyuutaro’s and Nakime’s screens as she beats his character to death. Down he goes, all the possessions he was holding falling to the ground.

“Man, that was a low blow.”

“Ha!” Kaigaku cackles. “Suck on that!”

“One must keep an eye on all fronts,” Nakime merely says, acting like the true badass that she is. “It’s your fault for leaving your flank open.”

To the side, Douma bursts into a fit of giggles. “She got you with that one, Gyuutaro! Looks like the both of you are out!”

“And you’re one to talk,” Akaza grunts. “You’re about to join them.”

“Wha-“ Douma immediately cuts himself off with a surprised yelp as Akaza’s character sweeps seemingly out of nowhere and kills him. “Hey! That’s no fair! You didn’t give me any warning!”

“Why would I?” Akaza deadpans.

Alright, so that’s three down – four left to go. Knowing Daki, she’d be easy to take care of. It’s Muzan, Kokushibou, and Akaza that will prove to be the issue. If you and Nakime continue to stick together and play your cards right, the two of you will emerge victorious.

As the minutes drag on, tensions rise. Muzan kills off Daki with no trouble at all. Kokushibou eventually catches Akaza and ends the poor guy’s life – much to Akaza’s chagrin – and it’s quickly turned into a standoff. You and Nakime stare Muzan and Kokushibou down, just waiting for someone to make a move. When it happens (you’re not sure who does it first), all hell breaks loose; a war cry breaks free from your throat as you charge towards Kokushibou.

In a clash of blades and oofs, you’re seeing blood. Well, not literally, but it’s nice to pretend that you’re literally hacking Kokushibou apart. Only one victor shall emerge, and it better be you or Nakime. Everyone else is cheering you on, calling out for who they want to see win. Daki and Akaza cheer you and Nakime on, saying that girls rule! Maybe it’s what pushes you to do even better, to move even faster. Before you know it, Kokushibou is dead.

“Dammit,” Kokushibou grunts.

“Finally!” Akaza exclaims.

Muzan scoffs. “I expected better from you, Kokushibou. What a shame.”

“I wouldn’t get so far ahead of yourself,” you taunt. “It’s two against one, you know.”

“I also refuse to go down without a fight,” Muzan challenges. “I’d like to see you two girls try.”

Slice.

“Oh my god – did you just die?!” Douma squeaks, his face turning red as laughter begins to bubble from his throat.

“Dude, that was lame,” Gyuutaro chimes in. “All that talk, and for nothing…”

“Monologuing only brings destruction,” Nakime says coolly. She puts away her sword. She’s just so badass, wrecking people’s shit and then busting out one-liners. And this means…

“We won!” you cry out. “We did it, Nakime! We really won!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, so what?” Kaigaku says, rolling his eyes. “Who gives a shit?”

Daki shoots him an incredulous look. “Are you like, stupid or something? We agreed to have punishments dealt out to the losers, duh.”

“Speaking of which,” Muzan says with a huff, “what is it going to be? It better be worth it.”

You scoff at his arrogant comment. “If you’re gonna use your mouth to say something like that, you should use it for something better instead.” At that, Muzan’s eyebrows creep up his forehead. It takes you a moment to realize what you just said; it’s too late, though, if the look on Muzan’s face says anything.

“I like the sound of that,” Douma purrs. You’re not even surprised his mind immediately went to that side.

Akaza smacks him up alongside the head. “Can you stop acting horny for five minutes? Seriously.”

“No, no, Douma is onto something,” Kokushibou mutters. Your jaw drops as you look to him. Not him too! “(y/n) said so, so it must be the punishment.”

The corners of Muzan’s lips curl into a devilish smirk. “Thank you, Kokushibou. It’s only fair that we follow through, right?”

To your side, Nakime sighs. “Way to go,” she mumbles. You swallow nervously.

“Come on, guys, let’s not be hasty…” you start, voice low. You really don’t like how Muzan, Kokushibou, and Douma are slowly creeping closer to you.

“We’re just doing what you said,” Douma giggles. You yelp as he promptly kneels between your legs.

“I’m out,” Nakime says. Standing up, she moves away from the couch, leaving you entirely by your lonesome. She was your partner, for fuck’s sake! Why is she turning on you now?

Muzan and Kokushibou take their chance and sit on either side of you. You expected this sly behavior from Muzan, but Kokushibou? Turns out these two are working together again. Figures.

“No need to look so bashful,” Muzan purrs. Grazing his knuckles over your cheek, he leans in close, his warm breath fanning over your ear. “You wanted this, didn’t you?”

You jolt when you feel Kokushibou’s mouth on your neck. “I never said-“

“Don’t kid yourself,” Douma chirps. The look in his eyes doesn’t match his cheerful tone. “It’s our punishment, isn’t it? Liven up, pet.” With another giggle, he nuzzles into your inner thigh.

Oh, fuck. You’re screwed.

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xmagicxshopx · 5 years

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Moon Monsters - Chapter 3

Genre: Fantasy Adventure, Romance (possible smut later), Comedy Rating: PG-13 Warnings: none at this time Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Jimin x oc, Taehyung x oc Notes: werewolf!bts au. Not idol!bts. Same goes for GOT7. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: I proof read here and there. Also, this chapter just felt so visibly long as it was so I cut it short. But don’t worry! The girls are gonna have fun in the next chapter and the guys are gonna beat feet to make miracles happen~

Tagging: @och-ako @kfictionstories @trcvias @justbangtanandjams @lizardsocial @breadcaaat

Summary: You’re the CEO’s new personal assistant. But there’s something strange about him and the company you work for.

SERIES MASTERLIST

The petite female whom everyone knew as Mama Bird hummed a soft tune, almost sounding like a songbird herself, as she gently rubbed shampoo into her fellow female’s scalp.

It was more than obvious that you had no will to do anything. You were in that stage where you just wanted to.....disappear. You didn’t even want to exist. Just so you wouldn’t have to deal with this huge loss. Everything to your name was gone. Well almost everything. Thank god things like your credit and debit cards were in your purse. Your social security card and driver’s license were also on you. But that was about it. Everything else was....gone.

And so that’s how you found yourself sitting in the tub full of soothing hot water and lots of bubble bath. You faintly noticed the other female’s hands rubbing your shoulders in a massaging fashion and it would have felt amazing if you could stop seeing the image of your home going up in flames over and over again.

“I know it doesn’t feel like it right now. And I know nothing I say will make this any better, but just know that it’s going to be okay. Because we’re all here for you, sweet pea. You’re not going through this alone.”

“Thank you.......I know I sound like I don’t mean it. I just......”

“It’s okay. I totally get it. I’ve been there.”

You could hear the raw sincerity in the female’s voice. There wasn’t an ounce of bitterness or offence and it actually helped you relax a little. Perhaps it was safe to just be completely open and vulnerable. After rinsing your hair and making sure you were squeaky clean, the soapy water was drained and Mama Bird was helping you up and out of the tub.

Meanwhile, the two males were out in the living room devising up a plan. A plan that was going to take the whole Bangtan pack. The female mates included. They had already texted Taehyung and within 20 minutes, the male and his mate were barreling through the door in a flourish. The male looked around with worry all over his face when his eyes landed on the two males sitting on the couch.

“Where is she now? Is she okay? Has she been checked out?”

“Tae, baby. They mentioned in the text that she wasn’t in the fire. It’s okay. Just calm down.”

Upon feeling a soft, gentle, and warm hand on his upper arm, the male with shaggy, slightly long dark brown hair instantly relaxed and took a deep breath. He turned around and smiled apologetically down at his beautiful mate. He was the luckiest wolf out there to have such a wonderful woman like her. Her eyes were as soft and warm as her reassuring smile.

“Sorry, babe. I just----You know how I feel about our pack. Everyone included. Even if she doesn’t know she’s a part of our family yet.”

Taehyung may have been on the younger end of the pack, but he was a family man for sure. He was going to be the one who had a whole soccer team full of pups and was going to be the best uncle to all the other pups in the pack. Of course he hadn’t explained how mating worked in its entirety to his mate yet but.....well one day that conversation would have to happen. For now he got past the hardest part. And that was explaining to this beautiful woman in front of him who and what he was.

Thank the Moon Goddess she had accepted him. For Taehyung wasn’t prepared to literally die of a broken heart.

“Look who’s ready for a day at the mall.”

Everyone looked up and Taehyung turned around on his heel to see Mama Bird standing with her arm around a very somber looking you. Jungkook didn’t know how to feel as he stared you up and down. If the situation hadn’t been so depressing, he would have voiced how pretty you looked. Mama Bird had done good. Picking out a simple but cozy outfit for you. But that look of sadness on your face broke his heart.

“Oh sweetheart. I’m so sorry. The guys told me what happened. Come here.”

And be darned you started sobbing all over again as you flung yourself at Taehyung and bawled into his shoulder just as you had done with Jimin. After a couple minutes of soft cooing and shushing you, you finally let go of the male and sniffled while rubbing your eyes dry only for a tissue box to be handed to you. Taking the box gratefully, you excused yourself to go blow your nose and splash some cold water on your face now that you knew where the bathroom was.

When you returned, everyone was sitting in the living room. All eyes were on you but the only gaze you were returning was Jungkook’s. His eyes turned soft and he gently scooted over closer to Jimin so that you could take a seat next to him on his other side. Mama Bird was sitting on the floor between Jimin’s legs as said male was playing with his mate’s hair, making a mindless braid out of her soft strands.

“Before we go to the mall........I.......I want to see the building.”

You could tell some of the males in the room wanted to gently disagree but before any of them could get a word out, you quickly turned to Jungkook and took both of his hands in yours to plead with him. If only you knew your touch alone had already convinced him to give you anything you wanted.

“I need to see if there’s anything left, Kook. Anything.”

“Shhh. It’s okay. Of course we can go. We can do anything you want.”

Jimin and Taehyung shared a glance with each other. Yep. Their youngest wolf was whipped like the lovesick puppy he was. Hell, he was more whipped than whipped cream. Speaking of the other two males in the room, Taehyung cleared his throat and spoke softly and gently to you so as not to come off as insensitive.

“Before you go, we’d like to properly introduce you to the girls. Since you’ll be spending all day with them. I know you’ve already met Mama Bird but you’ve not met my lovely lady yet.”

Upon being called lovely lady, the other female in the room smiled bashfully and nervously started to fidget with her fingers. If you hadn’t been so overcome with sadness at the moment, you would have found her more endearing. You took in her appearance. She was quite beautiful. Long, black hair and a cute face. You could understand why Tae had the hots for her.

“You see, us guys have kind of started a thing where we give our girls.....like.....Indian Tribe names? There’s Jimin’s Mama Bird and as for myself. Well.......this gorgeous woman here is my Black Widow. Because of her beautiful black hair and she spins tales like a spider spins her web. Sometimes I tease her and call her Author-nim but at the end of the day, she’s my beautiful black widow. I’m forever tangled in your web, baby. Never forget that.”

“Taaaaeeeee. Ssstooooppp.”

Now who was whipped? While the pale female was now flushed pink in a blush of shyness, she stuffed her face into her mate’s chest while the male just chuckled and held her tightly. The sight actually made you smile a little; helping you forget about your troubles at least for a few minutes. It was then that Mama Bird spoke up and she said casually in her motherly soft tone,

“The boys have told us a lot about you. Taehyung here calls you Miss Korea from what I understand. I can see why. You’re very pretty. You could definitely compete for Miss Korea.”

‘I think we’d both prefer Mrs. Jeon. Doesn’t that have a nice ring to it?’

If it wasn’t for being in a room full of people, Jungkook would have told his inner wolf to stuff it. But now wasn’t the time for that. It was then that the boy realized your hands were still holding his and his knee jerk reaction was to pull away but he managed to resist and instead gave your hands a soft, gentle squeeze of reassurance.

“Th-Thank you for your kinds words. And it’s nice to meet you both. Your names are really beautiful in their own right. I can tell they’re very fitting.”

Not wanting to be rude but also wanting to survey what might be left of your home, you turned back around to fully face the male in front of you and he simply nodded in understanding. Clearing his throat, Jungkook stood up and helped you up with him before turning to the small group.

“I’m going to take her to the apartment building and see what we can find. We’ll meet you guys at the mall and go from there.”

“Sounds like a plan, Kook. Good luck, sweetheart. Call us if you guys need anything while you’re there.”

“Will do. Thanks TaeTae. And thank you for everything, Mama Bird.”

“No problem, sweet pea. You’re welcome over any time.”

Suddenly there was a squawk that shattered the moment followed by a high pitched, “Jimin you pabo! Jimin you pabo!”

“I hate that bird.”

And that’s when you and Jungkook left while listening to a cackling Taehyung as he tried to teach the parrot more phrases while Black Widow tried to scold him; telling him to be nice to his hyung. Part of you wanted to stay and enjoy the fun but there was a larger part of you that needed some kind of closure. Hell, you were still trying to wrap your head around the fact that you now had no home. How could you possibly think about going out and having fun when you were now homeless???

While you were mindlessly walking to the car and climbing in to buckle up, Jungkook was rapidly texting away in the pack’s group chat; explaining what had happened and that phase one of the plan was being set in motion. He’d keep them up to date if he succeeded. If this worked, Jungkook would be the happiest man alive. Climbing into the car, he buckled up himself and started the drive back to the burned down apartment building.

The trip was shorter than you expected it to be. Since the time you had been at Mama Bird’s house, all the fire trucks were gone and all that was left was......other tenants like yourself. Police were carefully escorting them into the building; showing them where it was safe to try and see if there was anything left for them to salvage. Sniffling, you felt a hand on your knee and you quickly turned to face Jungkook. His eyes were full of sorrow and sympathy.

“Come on. Let’s go see what we can find.”

After a police officer safely escorted you to your apartment door, he left the two of you to your own devices so that he could continue to help other tenants. There was nothing left of your door. The only way you knew it was yours because you knew the pathway to your room. Sniffling behind the breathing mask you had been provided to avoid any possible smoke or other toxic fume inhalation, you carefully stepped into the room. There wasn’t much left. Not that you expected anything less. But still.....one could hope.

Despite the breathing mask, it did little to help Jungkook’s extremely sensitive nose. Not that he was about to let you know that. Looking around, his heart broke all the more. Your home was so.....tiny. You lived here? For three years you lived in this tiny place? His inner wolf huffed and growled in mild annoyance. No mate of theirs was going to live in such horrible conditions. Which brought the young male back to his task at hand. Phase one of the mission.

Convincing you to come stay with him.

Meanwhile, you were looking almost desperately for something. The male found his head tilting slightly to the side; looking like the spitting image of a confused puppy. What could you be looking for? A family photo perhaps? Just when he was about to ask, you let out a heart wrenching sob and almost fell to the floor. Which wouldn’t have been safe since there were shards of glass and scorched metal material everywhere.

“Oh my god.....there’s actually a piece left.”

“Wait---Be careful!”

But you didn’t listen. You still reached down and picked up a charred looking object. As you picked it up, what looked like ash was falling down at your feet but upon closer look, Jungkook realized it was stuffing. In your hands was a half destroyed stuffed animal. It appeared to once be a cat. It was silent till he heard you softly sobbing; your shoulders shaking from the pure sadness racking through you.

“This was from my mother. She......She gave it to me before she left me here with my dad. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mother, but......she’s too much of a free spirit. She didn’t want to be strapped down by my father and I, I suppose. She left this as a parting gift when I was 8. I haven’t heard from her since........Jungkook this was all I have left of my mother.”

And then it brought on a whole new kind of pain as you suddenly sobbed even harder and threw yourself at him. Audibly crying, you asked him in devastation,

“Why didn’t she want me, Kookie? What was so bad about dad and I?”

At first, the young wolf had no idea what to say. Perhaps it was due to his canine instincts, but how could a parent ever leave their child? It blew his mind. A parent never abandoned their pup. Never. Holding onto you tightly, he gently rocked the both of you back and forth as he shushed you gently.

“You’re a good daughter, beautiful. There’s absolutely nothing bad about you. It’s your mother’s loss. Not yours. Never forget that.”

After a few more minutes of crying your heart out, you finally pulled away from him and pulled yourself together. Sniffling, you stared down at what was left of the stuffed animal and said softly,

“Is it stupid that I want to keep it?”

Gently shaking his head and causing his soft, dark locks to flop back and forth, the male spoke up gently as he replied soothingly,

“No. It’s not stupid at all. Let’s see if we can get an evidence bag from the police officer so you can safely take it with you.”

“Take it with me......”

You let out a bitter laugh before adding, “Where am I going to go? I suppose I’ll find a motel somewhere close to the office building.”

‘A motel? A motel?! Over my dead fluffy body! No mate of ours is going to be staying in a motel!! Of all places!’

It was all Jungkook could do not to tell his inner wolf to pipe it down out loud. Okay. This was it. This was his chance to bring you, his mate, home with him. Nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his heart pounding in his ears, he cleared his throat and asked through the breathing mask,

“Why don’t you just stay at my place?”

He quickly added, “There’s plenty of room and we can drive to work together. This way you can save money on gas to help save up money for a new place. It can just be till you get back on your feet. It wouldn’t be anything permanent.”

As much as he’d love for it to be.

You stood there feeling.....Well......You weren’t sure how to feel right now. Everything was happening so fast. Your home had been burnt to a crisp, you’ve bathed and dressed in a stranger’s house, you’ve been introduced to strangers who you were about to spend the whole day with, and now your coworker was practically begging you to stay with him.

“J-J-Jungkook. I don’t know. I don’t want to impose----”

“You won’t be. I promise. I swear.”

There was something unique about staring into someone’s eyes when that was all you could see and right now Jungkook’s eyes were pleading with your own which were filled with uncertainty. Would this even work? Could coworkers living together actually work? Was it practical? Or should you just throw caution to the wind and go for it? After several tense seconds, you sighed and let your shoulders slump as you said in mild defeat,

“Okay. I’ll stay with you. But it’s only temporary.”

You barely got the words out before you were being swept off your feet. Overcome with joy, Jungkook had wrapped you up in his arms and started to gently swing you around while letting out one of those cute higher pitched laughs that he did whenever he was excited about something. The question was......why did you know this? Finally setting you down on your own two feet, you looked up and could see his huge bunny smile despite only being able to see his crinkled eyes.

“I promise it’s going to be fine. You’ll be able to live comfortably while searching for a new home. I promise.”

You really didn’t even know where to begin on thanking him. Perhaps for him it was no big deal but for you it sure was. Taking someone in was a huge deal. Sure they were coworkers but still. You were still getting to know each other. Especially since you two would be working on that project together. This would be a change for sure.

“Thank you, Jungkook. I really can’t thank you enough. Look, I can help around the place. I can do the grocery shopping and----”

“Yah yah. Don’t worry about that stuff right now. I’m just glad you agreed. I’m happy to have you over. It’ll work out perfectly.”

You stared up at him, still a bit dazed from how fast everything was happening. You lost a home and gained one all in a matter of hours and it still felt as if you hadn’t even fully comprehended that you lost everything to your name. Which reminded you, there was still the rest of the apartment to search. Turning back to the male, you asked timidly,

“Could you hold him while I keep looking?”

“Of course. I’d be honored to. What’s his name?”

You were probably just overthinking things but.....It touched your heart and made tears sting your eyes when he referred to your stuffed animal as a still present being rather than a past tense being.

“His name is Garfield. Because he’s orange.”

But sadly, you’d never be able to tell that now. The poor thing was completely covered in soot and ashes. Even though you couldn’t see it, Jungkook had nodded in understanding as he stared down at the object. It was then that an idea popped into his head. Which also triggered a reminder to let the pack know phase one of the mission had went successfully.

Being extremely careful, the young wolf took out his phone and was tapping away his update and his idea while still carefully cradling what was left of your precious gift from your mother. Your mother.....You had mentioned you love her. It was hard for Jungkook to wrap his head around that. Your mother had abandoned you and yet you still found it in your heart to love her. It blew his mind how full of love you must be in general.

Hopefully with time, you’d find a spot in your heart to love him too. Because he sure as hell loved you. With every fiber of his being.

“Well......I guess there’s really nothing left......God so much money was in this place.....”

“Do you have renter’s insurance?”

He immediately regretted asking for he could tell from your posture and the way you looked down at the floor......that you didn’t have much of any insurance aside from what the company provided it’s employees.

“No.....I......I had planned on getting it with this promotion and the raise but......I guess I ran out of time.”

“Hey hey. It’s okay. We’re going to help you rebuild. You’re not in this alone, beautiful.”

Beautiful......he had been calling you that the entire day. Had he always called you that? Looking up at him with curiosity and confusion swirling in your eyes, you asked softly,

“Why do you keep calling me that? Do you really think I’m beautiful?”

Oh sh---- He hadn’t even been thinking about that, really. It just came so naturally to him to call you beautiful. It was kind of his pet name for you, he supposed. Smiling awkwardly behind his breathing mask, he ended up nervously scratching behind his head as he tried to come up with an explanation that wouldn’t send you off running.

“Well of course I think you’re beautiful. You’re not the Miss Korea of our group for nothing.”

There we go. That was slick, right? Pretty smooth? Hopefully???

It seemed to be enough to satisfy your curiosity for you simply nodded but he was certain you were blushing behind your mask as you shyly looked away. Dear god you were adorable. He just wanted to wrap you up in his arms and cuddle you all day long. But there was a mission to be completed. Now that you had accepted his offer, there was a lot of work to be done within this day’s time.

“Let’s get that evidence bag and head over to the mall to meet the others.”

After he softly told you to watch your step, his inner wolf practically screeched at him to just take your hand and help guide you through the rubble. It felt so natural to hold your hand. Even if you didn’t return his strong feelings right now, being in love with you was still one of the best feelings in the world.

Once the both of you were back outside, you were in luck as they had plenty of bags for safe transport of any salvaging the tenants might have found. Carefully putting what was left of your precious Garfield into the bag, you carefully zipped it up and finally took your breathing mask off. Thanking the police officer for everything he had done, the both of you were now heading back to Jungkook’s car and that was when you realized-----

“My car!? Where’s my car?!”

You always parked out in the front of the building because that was really all the parking the building could own. You hadn’t thought about it before but now that everything was settling in your mind, you realized your car was nowhere to be found.

Great. This day just kept getting better and better. First your home goes up in flames and now you were going to have to file a stolen vehicle report. Before you could freak out any further, you felt a pair of warm hands starting to gently rub at your shoulders. That was the second person today to try and give you a shoulder massage. Jungkook didn’t even have to tell you to relax as you figured it out on your own. Taking deep breaths, the two of you just stood there next to his car as he continued to rub his hands expertly over your shoulders.

“Thanks, Kookie.......I don’t think I’d be able to make it through this day without you. Actually I know I wouldn’t have.”

Indescribable. That’s what this moment, this feeling, was like for him. You just told him everything he wanted to hear. Well......one of the things he wanted to hear. His inner wolf was yipping and howling with happiness and dear lord it was like being on cloud nine. This had to be what Heaven felt like. He was sporting the brightest bunny smile ever and was grateful that you couldn’t see him to question him about it.

However, Jungkook needed to remain, strong, cool, and calm for you. So wiping the huge smile off his face and trying to keep that same soothing voice as before, he made a small clear of his throat before replying softly,

“I’m always going to be here for you. You’ll always have me in your corner. And that goes for the rest of us. Tae, Jimin, the girls. We’re all here for you. Since the police are here, why don’t we go file that report now? That way we can skip the station and just go straight to the mall.”

“That’s a smart idea. Let’s go.”

After approaching the policeman from earlier, he was kind and professional as he both offered his sympathy and explained that they actually have some paperwork for such things here on site in their vehicles. So there you stood with a clipboard, pen, and the paperwork necessary to report your stolen vehicle. This was crazy. Who would want your vehicle? It made no sense.

Once you had filled out the paperwork and handed it back to the officer for processing, it was now time to head to the mall. Jungkook would occasionally glance over at you in the passenger seat and every time you’d be staring down at what was left of your poor stuffed animal. He could only hope his plans would help heal your sadness over the loss. God you lost so much though. He couldn’t even fathom the sadness and emptiness you must be feeling. You must be terrified.

That was why, when they had finally found a spot to park and were climbing out of the car, he walked over to your side and gave you a hug. It probably could have been classified as a bear hug, honestly. It took you by surprise but you returned his gesture nonetheless. It was almost like it was his turn for everything to finally sink in. Even though he wasn’t the one that just lost everything. But for a wolf, his mate’s pain was his pain.

“I’m really sorry you’re having to deal with all of this. I can’t begin to imagine what you’re feeling right now. I’m so so sorry, beautiful.”

It felt natural to hug him back. Honestly, you could just stand there hugging each other all day and you’d be happy as a clam. Was that weird? You had only known Jungkook for about a week or so. But some people just click. So perhaps you and him simply click and there’s that great chemistry between you. Maybe that’s why Namjoon picked you to be the younger’s assistant instead of anyone else.

“Thank you, Kookie. It means a lot. Like I said, I wouldn’t be getting through this day without you. Everyone’s been wonderful but you’re really here for me. But let’s get going before Taehyung and Jimin send out a search party for us, huh?”

You smiled up at him as you reluctantly pulled away. He too was smiling as he nodded and took your hand once more. It was nice to know that you weren’t pulling away from the movement because it was becoming more and more natural to take your hand in his. He could tell you weren’t sure what to do with your fingers so he took the risk and laced them with his own. He half expected you to tug away but if anything, you gave his hand a gentle squeeze. God his heart was soaring.

After confusing texts in the group chat, the two of you managed to find everyone in the food court. Food......Did you really even have much of an appetite after the morning you’ve had? No. That was a big fat no. However, you knew that if you were going to survive this day, you were going to have to eat something. Taking a deep breath, you sat down at the table with everyone and reluctantly let go of Jungkook’s hand.

“How did it go, sweetheart?”

Your initial reaction was to be sour and bitter about it. It went horribly at best. But Taehyung was just asking and you would never actually respond to him that way. Just as Jungkook was about to help and answer for you, you found the strength to open your mouth and replied weakly in a small voice,

“It......There was nothing left. And.....on top of everything else, I had to file a stolen vehicle report.”

You could feel the pity. Even though you knew their hearts were in the right place. This day just honestly sucked. Massively. And the worst part is, you had no where to go where you could just soak in a tub with a nice bath bomb. Because you had no home. You were homeless and now without any way of transportation.

“Oh sweet pea that’s awful! I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks, Mama Bird. I’m just glad the vehicle is paid for. It wasn’t anything special but I kind of need a car to get places.”

“Sure sure. That makes total sense. Gosh. Well don’t worry. We’re going to show you a good time today and it’ll make you forget all about the icky stuff. Right, Widow?”

You glanced over across the table to see Black Widow was leaning against Taehyung with her head resting on his shoulder. You got the feeling crowded places like a mall weren’t really her thing and honestly, you yourself weren’t really feeling up for big crowds either. At least not today. However, the woman with the silky black hair nodded her head and spoke up softly,

“Yeah. We’ll have a good time.”

The table took this moment to break up and scout out what was in the food court. Honestly it had been ages since you last went to the mall. Being an adult didn’t really allow you much fun time like that. You couldn’t help but notice Jungkook was following you like a puppy. Not that you minded but you feared he was sticking close to you out of pity.

After everyone regrouped and sat down with some food, the mood was quickly lightening up. Especially when Taehyung picked up one of his fries from the basket he was sharing with his mate and said,

“Look! It’s Jimin!”

That got the poor boy a jab in the arm and a smack to the back of his head all at the same time for he was sitting between his mate and the blonde up for discussion. While Black Widow was lightly scolding the shaggy haired male and Mama Bird was trying to sooth her man’s ego, you sat there nibbling on some crackers that was supposed to go with your bowl of soup but you hardly touched it. Of course Jungkook took notice but he didn’t press or say anything. He probably wouldn’t want to eat either if he was in your shoes.

Once everyone had ate, to which you surprisingly ate at least half your bowl of soup, it was time to part ways. The guys were going to head out and do ‘guy stuff’ while the girls were going to stick around the mall to do ‘girl stuff’.

However......while the day’s plans looked the same, the actual plans had changed dramatically. Even as they all stood there in the middle of the mall, people were already out and about on their own little missions. Jungkook couldn’t wait for this evening. His mate was in so much pain right now, but hopefully once the sun went down, all that pain would go away. Or if anything, would at least ease up.

“Okay, babes. Here’s our cards. And remember, no one buys any clothing without my Fashionista Notary Stamp of approval. Lingerie included. Got it?”

You were dumbfounded as you watched all three boys casually whip out pieces of plastic like it was no big deal. Taehyung handed his mate his card as did Jimin handing Mama Bird his card. And then there you stood staring down at Jungkook’s credit card like he was handing you a beheaded fish or something. Looking back up at him as he was still holding the card out to you, you shook your head and said with a stutter,

“Kook--- N-No. I can’t accept this. Please. I can----”

Just as the youngest was about to gently argue, Taehyung slid between the two of you and gently took your hand and guided you over to a nearby corner where there was a small lounge. Gently setting you down, you were about to argue when the male beat you to it.

“Babe. I’m not going to pretend that I understand what you’re going through right now. But I can promise you, Kook isn’t doing this out of pity or anything like that. Hell, none of us guys are. It’s just something we do whenever we all go out together. Try not to take his gesture the wrong way.”

You stared up at him with all kinds of mixed feelings swirling in your eyes and your heart. Sneaking a glance over at the small group, you could see Jimin trying to keep the mood light but you could see how tense Jungkook’s shoulders were for he had his back to you.

“But.....you and Jimin have girlfriends. It kind of makes sense that you guys would do that for your girls. But Jungkook and I----”

“He’s doing this as your friend. And......I’ll let you in on a little secret.”

Taehyung dramatically leaned in and whispered above all the noise from the mall,

“He’s always wanted to be part of the Sugar Daddy Club. Poor kid.”

If lightening your mood was what he was aiming for, it unknowingly worked as you leaned back from him and rolled your eyes so hard it almost gave you a headache. With a light and playful shove, the male just laughed and gently helped you up from the lounge and escorted you back to the group.

“She’s all yours, Kook.”

And there the two of you stood, as if you two were the only people in the mall. Was that a blush creeping up your neck trying to burn your cheeks and ears? Yes. Yes it was. And you couldn’t help but notice Jungkook too was lightly blushing. With a sheepish smile, he held out his card once more and this time you took it.

“Buy anything you want. It’s yours.”

“It still has to have my notary stamp of approval!”

After stating his conditions, Taehyung turned back to his beloved mate and gave her a sweet kiss on the lips before playfully tapping her nose and speaking softly in a loving tone he reserved only for her.

“Remember your task for the day?”

“Yes. Unfortunately. Manicure and pedicure. Tae what if I chicken out in front of the girls? Please. Can’t we pick something else?”

“Babe. Look at me.”

Black Widow stared up at her mate with eyes full of anxiety as he gently gripped her shoulders. And just like that, one look into his warm eyes and she instantly felt better. He was the only one who could calm her down whenever her anxiety got the best of her.

“You can do this. They’re there to pamper you. They keep all their stations and equipment sanitized and their job is literally to be good to you. You’ll be just fine. And if you succeed, I’ll give you a big reward. A really big one.”

“You’re so gross. Ew. Get away from me.”

The two of them ended up laughing as the female tried to act disgusted with her mate. But Taehyung just clung on and started being overly affectionate as he smothered the entire side of his mate’s face with kisses. However, settling down before he got thrown out for public indecency, he pulled his girl close once more and whispered,

“Pick out a pair of lingerie for me, okay?”

“Fine. If it’ll get you out of here. You guys have a lot to do today.”

“Tell me about it. Namjoon and Jin hyung are already at the dealership lot scouting out the best fit. Yoongi and Hoseok hyung are at the furniture store. Small Fry and I are going to head to the cafe and see what we can find. Pray for me. You know I don’t get along well with cats.”

“If I have to suffer through some old man touching my hands and feet, then you can suffer with a bunch of cats.”

“This is why you’re my mate.”

While Taehyung and Black Widow were being overly mushy and gooey, Jimin and Mama Bird had their heads together talking softly as if they were saying goodbye for the last time. It actually made you feel.......jealous? Was that the feeling gripping and trying to suffocate you? Was that what it was like to have someone special? You have never had a boyfriend before, but you’ve had a couple one night stands. Nothing romantic.

“Try to have fun today, okay?”

You looked up to see a mildly worried looking Jungkook trying to smile down at you. Attempting to smile back, you nodded and spoke softly above all the noise around you,

“I’ll try. Thank you again for everything, Kookie. I know I keep saying it but....”

“Hey, it’s okay. I want to do this. Honestly I wish I could do more.”

“Okay, guys. Let’s leave the girls to their own devices. We got lots of guy stuff to do.”

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Remember - Stiles Stilinski

You were a cute little thing, sitting by the vacant swing sets. Your pigtails fluttered around in the wind with your blue ribbons. The skirt of your dress was being held down in your lap by your fists. It was picture day in Beacon Hills elementary, and your mother had forced you to look nice for your first grade class picture. Your eyes were downcast, lashes blinking every so gently as you kept your focus on an inching caterpillar. You were in a lonely state of content, and allowed a gentle smile towards the small insect.

But your environment changed from one of peace as a body crashed into you, knocking you to the ground and rolling you both in the grass. You got up, and brushed yourself off, but tears welled in your eyes as you saw grass stains on your dress, and dirt on your skin.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” A pale boy with a brunette buzzcut said. “I’m so sorry” You cried, wiping your eyes with your hands. “Did your class take the picture already?” He asked, inspecting the prominent green markings on your new white dress. You nodded, unable to form coherent words.

“B-but my mama is gonna b-be really m-mad a-at me” You stuttered out. The by bit his lip, and yelled over to another student.

“Come on Scott! She’s gonna get in trouble cause you just had to play tag!” The other boy approached, he had tan skin and dark hair that matched his eyes.

“I’m… sorry” He wheezed out to you, and pulled out an inhaler, shaking it before taking a deep breath.

“Hey! What if I went home with you and explained to your mom that it was Scott’s- I mean- our- fault?”

“You’d do that?” You asked, and he nodded vigorously, earning him a smile from you. “Thank you so much!” You flung your arms around him and hugged him quickly.

“Recess is over! Time to head in kids!” Your teacher called, and the pale boy turned to you again.

“I’m Stiles”

“I’m y/n”

You remember him taking the total fall and blame for your messy outfit to your mother. He became your friend that day.

~~~

You squealed with excitement as Stiles put up a Star Wars poster in your shared tree house.

“Isn’t it awesome!?” He said excitedly, and dove into the pile of blankets that were used as makeshift bean bag chairs with you.

“I love it I love it I love it!” You clapped your hands happily, your legs kicking out above the blankets. It was the summer before fifth grade, your last year in elementary school. For the past four years since you’ve met Stiles, he became your bestest, and closest friend. You lived just few houses down from one another, so when his father built a treehouse in the Stilinski backyard, you’d been invited to come over as much as you pleased. And you very well did so.

You’d spent the whole day together in that treehouse, until it was so late that the moon shone down on you rather the afternoon sun. Stiles had walked you home before going back to his own house. You remember him linking your arms together, and thinking it was rather gentlemen like of him to do so.

~~~

It was the eighth grade when there was your first school dance. Stiles had begged you to go, even though you very much did not want to.

“Oh come on, please? It’ll be so much fun!” He’d begged you at your kitchen table one afternoon.

“Stiles, just drop it I don’t wanna” You mumbled back, focusing on the drawing you were currently working on.

“Awe why not y/n? Just tell me why”

“Drop it”

“I’m your best friend! Just tell me-!”

“Because I asked Jackson to go with me and he laughed in my face!” You blurted, a pain throbbing in your heart. Stiles quietened down.

“Oh” Was all he whispered out, and you turned your wet eyes back to your drawing. It was silent as you finished it up, before Stiles spoke up again. “I’ll go with you” He said nervously, causing you to look up in surprise.

“What?”

“To the dance, if you don’t wanna go alone. I’ll go with you” A small smile grew on your features.

“Really?” You asked, and he nodded.

“Yeah of course, if that’s what you want” You nodded, and got up from your seat to hug him tightly.

You remember your heart beating rapidly when he asked if you wanted to dance to a slow song.

~~~

Sophomore year, your constant, easy going life, flipped upside down. A few things were brought to your attention. One, the supernatural is a real thing, and that Scott is a werewolf. His girlfriend, and your first girl friend, Allison, was a werewolf hunter. Two, Stiles was obsessed with this girl Lydia that you’d been going to school with for a few years now. Three, your parents had been going through quite the rough patch in their marriage. And four, to make things worse than they were, the high school workload was killing you.

The night of your parents’ fallout, you’d had a rough day. You failed an important Algebra test, and couldn’t make it up. You had to pay for a library book because you’d spilled coffee on it. And you got picked on by Jackson, as per usual.

“You alright?” Stiles asked you quietly in lunch as you silently poked around your salad. You nodded, giving him a slight smile when he put a hand on your back.

“Just tired and have a lot of work” You’d said, which wasn’t necessarily a lie.

But when you returned home, trying to play catch up in your Global class, you could hear your parents screaming in the other room. You closed your eyes tightly, willing it to end. And universe provided. It ended with your father storming out, slamming the door behind him.

Two hours later, after hearing nothing from your mother, you’d went outside in the dark and cold, walking the familiar sidewalk to the Stilinski household. Stiles opened the door, taking in your shaking and sobbing body.

“I’m not alright” You cracked out helplessly, and he’d pulled you inside, hugging you close and just rocking you until your tears seemed to slow down, and you were breathing alright.

You remember him letting you stay overnight with him, sharing a bed for the first time, and letting him hold you and cuddle you in your sleep.

~~~

In junior year, Stiles seemed successfully over Lydia Martin. Because he was dating Malia Tate, a new girl to your pack. He’d been distant to you, spending a lot of time with her. This didn’t upset you, not a lot anyways. She was new to the whole human life, so you found a way to understand him not always being around. You drew closer to Allison, and even Lydia, becoming great friends with them. But it was nothing compared to what once was yours and Stiles’ relationship.

You were in lunch when he seemed to realize that you hadn’t talked in weeks. Malia had gone to buy a sandwich with Allison, and Lydia tagged along. Leaving you, Scott, and Stiles. You could see Scott jerk his head towards you out of the corner of your eye, motioning to Stiles to say something.

“y/n” He said your name with a cough, and you looked up from your phone, not answering aloud, just looking to him in question. “So.. um.. What’s up?” You shrugged, looking back at your phone.

“Nothing” You answered blandly. That was when Malia and the girls returned, and Stiles seemingly eased right back into a comfortable environment. You rolled your eyes in secret, then grabbed your things and left the lunch room.

You were mindlessly walking the halls of Beacon Hills High, having no destination in mind seeing that it was still the lunch block. Your eyes were on your phone when you were abruptly yanked into a classroom. You yelped, and moved to swing a punch at you attacker, but it was Stiles who caught your fist before it could land on his jaw. There were tears in his eyes, and it broke your heart.

“Stiles?” You asked in confusion, and he lowered your fist. You wondered why he would be here, was he waiting for you? Why? What did he want?

“Don’t leave me” He mumbled out, and you took in a painful intake of breath.

“W-what-” You couldn’t even get all the words out before he moved forward and held you, grabbing you and burying his face in your hair. Your brows knit together in confusion, but it felt so good that you couldn’t question it.

“Please, please y/n I’m sorry I’m so sorry” You shook your head, your hands fisting the back of his shirt and you yourself almost started crying.

“It’s okay” You mumbled into his sweatshirt, and closed your eyes. “It’s okay Stiles” He pulled back slightly, looking at you, and tilting your chin up so you’d look at him.

“I missed you” He murmured, and you wiped away the few tears that splattered onto your cheeks.

“I missed you too Stiles” You cried, hands holding onto the front of his unzipped jacket. “I missed you a lot” You looked at each other for a long moment, and slowly, his hands came up to cup your cheeks. Your eyes never broke contact, and you just barely felt him pulling you closer. His lips were mere centimeters away from yours, close enough that you could feel his breath on your upper lip. You’d closed your eyes, and he had too, and your mouths barely brushed together when you pulled away quickly. “Stiles” You breathed, brows furrowing as you shook your head. “You have a girlfriend” Stiles licked his lips and ducked his head.

“But-” You shook your head again.

“I’m not going to do that, I’m not going to be that girl” You whispered reluctantly. He nodded.

“Yeah, yeah of course not I’m sorry that was really dumb of me” He chuckled, and you smiled a little, and laced your hand in his.

“Let’s hang out more again, okay?” Stiles nodded, grinning at you. You squeezed his hand, and made the last minute decision to step onto the tips of your toes to press your lips to his cheek. You both closed your eyes for the few seconds, and when you pulled away.

“Movie at my place tomorrow night?” Stiles pulled you back by the hand before you could walk away. You give a quick nod, smiling wide for him, then walked out of the class as the bell rang.

You remember him having the softest lips, even if it was only a light brush.

~~~

“Stiles!” You screamed, running up to him and grabbing onto his arms.

“Oh my God, thank god, you remember me!”

“I do, but I think everyone else is forgetting” You say.

“They’re coming, they’re coming for me, you-you have to get far away from me” But you shook your head and grabbed his flailing arms.

“No! No I’m not leaving! You know I’m not leaving you”

Ever since Malia and him had broken up, you two had been back to your terrible two selves. It’d been nice, having him back to yourself. Movie nights, late night fast food runs, everything was back as it should be.

But now it seemed like you were going to lose him again.

“Shit!” Stiles jumped back, pulling you behind him.

“What what!?” You asked quickly, hands still gripping his upper arm.

“Do you see that!?” You shook your head wildly. “They’re here, they’re here we gotta go” His hand fell to snatch yours, and before yanking you off with him. You were both sprinting through the parking lot at full speed, until he stopped abruptly.

“Another one!?” You asked, voice shaking.

“Just- just come with me!” He pulled you again towards the jeep, both of you jumping in on either side. You were panting hard, mixed with short sobs of fear and worry. “Look, look they’re still going to get me”

“No-” You whimpered, and he held your hand tightly again.

“They will” He said more quietly, more tears rolled down your cheeks. “Look, y/n, you have to remember me, find some way to remember me. Don’t forget me”

“I won’t” You cried.

“You will” His hand brushed away your loose strands of whispy hair.

“I won’t, I won’t I won’t” You shook your head, and he held your face, wiping your tears.

“Just remember” He whispered. “Remember meeting in the first grade, remember me messing up your dress, and when we would stay up all night in that old treehouse remember? With all the Star Wars poster, and going to the school dance together-”

“God, don’t go” You cut him off, and slammed your lips up against his, kissing him passionately and longingly. Stiles wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you across the console to sit in his seat. Your arms wound around his neck, and you slid across his lap, straddling his legs. Stiles’ hands traveled up your back slowly, into your hair, massaging your neck, and ending back on your cheeks, and pulling you back slightly.

“It’s okay, you’ll be okay” He mumbled against your lips, and ducking his head down to rest his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes, still crying. “Hey, hey look at me” He cooed as calmly as possible. “Open your beautiful eyes y/n” He whispered, nudging your nose with his. Your lashes fluttered open, revealing broken eyes. “Listen to me okay?” You sniffed and nodded. “I haven’t been in love with you for the past twelve years just to be taken away forever alright?” Your crying stopped, and you stared at him for a long moment.

“I love you too Stiles” You whispered, and he kissed you sweetly, then slid you off him to sit next to him. “I love you too”

“”Remember me” He breathed. Your hands were wrapped into his, and he pressed his lips to your knuckles multiple times. “Remember I love you”

And when the lightning crashed, and Stiles was stolen from the jeep, you sat crying to yourself, hands desperately groping the seat he once sat in.

“Remember…” You whimpered. “Remember…”

~~~

Your eyes wandered from the pack’s conversation, your laughter dying down slightly over to an empty seat next to you at the lunch table. Your eyes widened, lips parted, and your whole world stopped. The drink in your hand slipped onto the table, splashing diet soda all over. You sucked in a large gasp, looking at everyone with crazed eyes.

“Stiles”

I might make a part 2..? xoxo ~ Jordie

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