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h0nology · 1 year

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The Metkayina Way

Neteyam x Metkayina!Reader

warnings: fluff, mentions of mating, reader and neteyam are aged up, implied smut i think, not proofread, i think i’m missing something lmk if i did thx

nga yawne lu oer = i love you

yawne = love

You didn’t wake up in your usual spot the next morning, not in the arms of the one you cared so deeply about, except you woke up in your hammock, surrounded by your sleeping family. Surely Neteyam would understand why you didn’t meet him last night, you hoped that he didn’t even bother leaving his pod.

You got up from your hammock, grabbing your spear, knife and other necessities that you needed for the day. You haven’t been training the group the past couple days, with all that was going on. So today that will change, considering war is coming, you wanted everybody prepared. You wanted everybody at their best. This wasn’t your first rodeo, you’ve fought before, plenty of times but this one seems different. Bigger. The thought of it made you anxious, it always did. But you had to remain focused, you had a job to do, and that was to protect your people, your family. You don’t know what you would do if something happened to your siblings, if anything you’d want it to be them mourning you. It is your job to protect them.

You slipped out of your pod, greeting members of your clan as you walked down on the beach. You placed your weapons down in the sand then sat down beside them in a meditation pose, whispering your daily prayers, adding in to keep your clan safe during this time. The fact that you didn’t know when it was coming is what made you so anxious. Is this the dream? Was this it? This great war is what has been consuming your mind. Your thoughts were interrupted by the water splashing next to you, Neteyam taking the spot next to you.

“Morning, my beautiful girl. How are you?” Neteyam grabs your hand, you looked over at him, his eyes tired as he sleepily smiled at you, “Nete, did you get any sleep?” You were concerned.

“Not as much as I get when your in my arms.” He tells you, “But I am fine, how are you?”

You sigh, not wanting to worry him about what was coming but you wanted him to be prepared.

“They are looking for your father, Nete. War is coming and I do not know when, but I want us to be prepared. I cannot lose them, any of them.” You tell him, “I cannot lose you.”

“You won’t, my love. I will always be here.” He squeezes your hand, “We will fight and protect them together.”

You shot him a sad smile, you don’t know what you would do with yourself if you fail any of them.

His hand meets your cheek, rubbing his thumb over it, “My beautiful girl, we will be okay. I promise.”

He brought you into a hug, holding onto you tight. You wish you could freeze the moment and stay like this forever. But you had a long day of training ahead of you.

“Go, get your siblings.” You pull out the hug, “And keep what I told you between us, please? For now.”

“I cannot keep such thing from my father.” Neteyam shakes his head, “He knows, Nete. They are keeping it from us, well, you guys.” You told him.

“Why did they tell you?” He asked, “My father told me, he tells me everything.” You mockingly say.

Neteyam jokingly shakes his head at you before he walks off to go get his siblings, you doing the same. You approached your pod, walking in to see your family eating breakfast.

“Training today, please see me when you are finished.” You blankly say, going to walk out again, “Are you going to eat, sister?” Tsireya asked you.

“Not hungry.”

You went to pick up your weapons and headed over to your usual training area, sharpening your knife as you waited for the group.

“Sister.” Tsireya’s voice approached you, “Tsireya.” You continue sharpening your knife.

“I am sorry, but you know I had no choice.” She sits down next to me, “I know.” You hated to admit out loud, you put your knife down and looked at her.

“So why have you not spoken to me?” She asked you, “I have a million things on my mind, Tsireya. I am sorry, and I am not mad at you.”

“Good, I have missed you sister.” She giggles, “So, I overheard you and father talking last night.”

Your heart sunk, you know how Tsireya is, how paranoid and scared she gets. The last thing you needed was for her to be panicking over this.

“Tsi—”

“When will they announce the courtship?”

“What?” Was all you could say, “When will they announce that you two are to be mated? The Olo’eyktan’s daughter and Toruk Makto’s son, what a powerful couple.” She gushes.

You shush her, smiling in the process, “You must not tell anyone, Neteyam does not even know yet. I want to surprise him.”

“I am sure his parents told him already.”

“They have not.” You shake head, “Why wait to tell him? Why not now?” She asked.

“I just want to wait until his mind is clear, we have a lot going on today. Plus, I am a bit nervous and I want it to be special.” You shrug.

“I cannot wait to hear what you have planned!” She was so into you and Neteyam’s relationship, maybe it’s because this is the first boy you’ve ever shown interest in.

“Ok, enough, help me set up for today’s training.” You pull yourself to your feet, “Target practice.”

She nods, eager to help you set up, you were eager yourself. Target practice was your favorite, being able to throw your spear and knife every and which way, it excited you. You two set up on the beach, the others joining you just as you finished up.

“Tuk, how about you join the kids over there for today? You all will be having so much more fun than us.” You suggested, hoping she’d just go.

“Sure!” She smiles, waving at the group before she skipped over to the group of kids who welcomed her with open arms.

“Today, we will practice with the knife and spear. Target practice. It is important that you are skilled and know how to use one of these.” You held up your knife, “The first task is simple, hit your target.”

The group had lined up in front of the targets, you watching as some hit and some missed. You’d do this for days until it’s mastered, by all of them.

“A knife is not going to work well for this.” Neteyam says to you as you approached him, “We need something that we use from a distance.”

“What do you suggest?” You knew what worked best for you, but anything that would help the group is acceptable.

“I will be right back.” Neteyam hands you the knife before running in direction of his pod.

As you waited for the boy to return, you watched over the group, watching who did what and how. You walked over to Kiri, who was failing miserably.

“Kiri.” You approached her, “I cannot do this.” She sunk her shoulders, defeated.

“Never say you cannot, Kiri. You just need more practice.” You tell her, “Here, let me show you how it is done.”

She hands you the knife and steps out of your way, you locked eyes with the target and pinched the handle of the knife, one swift motion and then knife was bullseye in the target.

“Impressive, but I cannot do that.” Kiri says, “Kiri!” You slightly scolded the girl, “Do you want to use my spear?”

“No, I’d rather stick with this.”

You laugh at the girl as Neteyam approached you with a bow in his hand, you scrunched your face up, not familiar with the weapon.

“I will show you.” Neteyam assures, walking past you.

“Continue to practice, Kiri. Ao’nung and Tsireya–” You look in between the two to see Tsireya giving her full blown attention to Lo’ak and Lo’ak only, “Ao’nung and Rotxo will help you.”

“Great, my two favorite people.” She says, full of sarcasm.

You turned on your heel and caught up with Neteyam, grabbing some things out his hand so he wouldn’t struggle as much. You two walked down the beach, a little secluded from the rest of the group.

“Alright, pretty girl, show me what you got.” He hands me the bow, “Nete. I do not—” You started.

“Just try, and I will correct you.”

You took a deep breath, trying the best to your advantage to do this right. You brought the arrow up, focusing on the target ahead of you, and surprisingly you didn’t miss but your aim was terrible.

“It was not terrible, but it was not the best either.” Neteyam laughs, “Do not laugh!” You bring the bow down.

“It’s okay.” His laughter simmers down, “Let me help you:”

Neteyam stood behind you, slowly pressing his body against yours as he positioned you to have a better aim. You couldn’t even focus though, not when he was this close to you. His breath down your neck as he instructed you on what to do, his hands on your elbow and waist for some reason. He knew what he was doing, there was no reason for his hand to be on your waist. He just liked seeing you all flustered underneath his touch.

“Take a deep breathe and shoot.” He says into your ear.

You do as he says, shooting the arrow right in the center of the target.

“Good job.” His hand trails up from your waist to the curve of your stomach and around your back as he walks on the opposite side of you.

“Stop.” You swish your tail towards him, “What?” His chuckle was low.

“I cannot focus with you acting like that.” You admit to him, “Come on, it is your turn.” You put down his bow and pick up your spear, handing it to him.

“Acting like what?” He smirks at you, taking the spear from your hand, “Neteyam, focus!” You looked up at him.

He didn’t even hesitate throwing your spear, it landing right on the target.

“Acting like what?” He repeated, walking over to you, wrapping his hand around your waist, “That! Stop, we have to focus, Neteyam.” You looked up at him while your bodies were inches apart.

“The only thing we need to focus on is protecting them. My love, we are the most skilled out of this whole group.” He tells you.

“Right, so we should be helping them.” You wiggle out his grip, “Stop acting so deprived of me, you see me everyday.” You smirked, walking away from him and back to the group, him following behind you.

You worked with the group for hours, teaching them new ways and even letting them show you some things they have learned on their own. You half the group out to get fish while the rest of you sat and prepped the rest of dinner, eclipse was soon and you weren’t the type to send people back home on a empty stomach.

“Sister, when are you going to tell him?” Tsireya whispered, “Tell who what?” Lo’ak asked.

You looked at her, then at him and back to her, you could just tell she was eager to tell somebody.

“Go ahead.”

“They are going to be mates!” She cheered, “Really?” Lo’ak slightly smiles, “I’m surprised they are letting you, after what Tsireya told me—”

“She seems to tell you everything.” You glance at her and she mouths a sorry.

“Why don’t you tell him? I’m sure he is going to be happy to hear.”

“She is nervous, Lo’ak. Can you believe it?” Tsireya giggled, “Nervous? For what? You have nothing to be nervous about, the skxawng is in love with you.” Lo’ak tells you.

You looked over at Neteyam who was standing in the water with Kiri, talking to her as he pointed the arrow down in the water, disregarding how you had taught him to catch the fish.

“In love?” You ask Lo’ak, “Why do you sound so surprised? You are all he talks about.” The boy tells you.

You couldn’t help but blush at the comment, looking down at the sand with a smile on your face. You looked over at Neteyam once again before bringing yourself to your feet, walking over towards him and Kiri.

“May I steal your brother?” You asked her, “Be my guest.” She takes the fish from Neteyam.

You grabbed Neteyam’s hand and pulled him further into the water, calling for an Ilu in the process. You hopped on, him climbing on behind you and placing his hands on your waist. You two rode underwater for a while until you reached where you were going, returning to the surface and slowly riding through.

“What is this?” The boy was in awe with the place.

“A sacred place, the Cove of the Ancestors.”

You slowly made your way through, letting Neteyam take in every bit of it. You looked at him, he smiling like a child looking at every single thing around him.

“This is our spirit tree, come.” You place your hand out for him to grab it and he gladly did, diving down into the water with you.

You two swam down to the beautiful tree, you still look at in in awe after your a hundredth time seeing it.

“It is beautiful.” You signed to Neteyam.

“It is, Kiri and Tuk would love to see this.” You were impressed that the boy knew how to sign names.

You called for the Ilu once again and the both of you got on, this time Neteyam was the one guiding the Ilu through the water as your head rested on his back.

“You do not even know where you are going.” You say when you two reach the surface again, “So tell me.” He replied.

“Go over to that mountain.” You pointed and he guided the Ilu over the rocks that led up to the mountain.

Once the both of you reached the mountain, Neteyam hopped off the Ilu and quickly helped you off as well, climbing up on the rocks.

“Is this another one of your spots?” Neteyam asked as he followed behind you, “No..” You trail off.

“So why did you bring me here?”

You reached what you were looking for before stopping and turning to look at him, trying to think of the words to say to. Neteyam was concerned, walking up to you, placing his hand on your cheek, stroking it with his thumb.

“Talk to me, pretty girl.”

“Ma yawne…” You locked your eyes with his, “I cannot wait to spend eternity with you. Nga yawne lu oer, my sweet, idiot boy.” You just blurted out, it not coming out as smooth as you wanted it to.

He smiles back, cuffing both of your cheeks now, “Nga yawne lu oer, my beautiful girl. Ever since I laid eyes on you, I knew I wanted you to be mine, forever.”

“Now I will be, we will be each others, like you said.” Your smile grew, “We are to be mated, Nete.”

The boys eyes lit up, looking deeply in yours as he tried to process what you had just said. Has Ewya answered his prayers? Has he heard you correctly?

“But your parents–” He shakes his head, confused.

“They know that I will not change my mind, it is already set on you, Neteyam. I waited for a reason, I waited for you.”

Neteyam went to crash his lips against yours, but stopped himself, his lips brushing over your skin, “Can I kiss you?”

You wanted to, you really did. Your body yearned for his, it wanted nothing but to be bonded with his, together as one.

“Not yet, Nete. But this is where we will go when it is that time.”

He pulled away from you, lips brushing over your skin once again before pulling away completely. His hands dropped to your waist, pulling you into him, his head rested on yours as yours laid on his chest.

“We should get back.”

“Can we just stay here a little longer? Please?” He pleaded lowly, “They will worry about us.” You replied.

“Let them.”

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smolwritingchick · 3 months

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 73- It's About Time!

Chapter Summary: Jennie and Jungkook officially start dating! Jennie becomes a guest judge on Produce 101. While on break, BTS spend time doing leisure activities. Jennie and Jungkook celebrate their first Valentine's Day

Words: 10,000+

Author's Note: I'll do my best to write Jennie and Jungkook as a nice couple for this story. :) Thanks for making it this far!

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Warmth.

That was the first thing Jennie felt as she began to stir in her sleep. Was last night a dream or did it happen?

When she felt Jungkook’s arms wrapped around her as he was the big spoon while they lay on their sides, she knew that this was all real. She looked forward to this new relationship with him as a sense of giddiness overcame her. She couldn’t stop smiling to herself. They were really dating.

Eyes open, she glanced at the clock to see that it was about time to get ready for practice. She did not want to leave the bed. She wanted to stay like this for a few more hours. Just being in his arms was enough to make her morning better. But she knew she had to get up sooner or later and then wake him up so they could meet up with the rest of the members.

The members.

Oh boy, how will they react when they find out about them? She was sure that Jimin and Taehyung would be freaking out, cheering them on. What about Jin? And what about Big Hit in general? Oh gosh, they needed to tell Bang PD. Shaking the thoughts out of her head, she decided to just take it one thing at a time and stay optimistic about everything.

Once she began to move, she felt the arms around her tighten and pull her back into a firm chest.

“Ten more minutes,” Jungkook murmured sleepily.

She tried to move again but a whine escaped his lips as he held her tighter. Jennie began to laugh as he clung to her.

“Ten. More. Minutes.” he gave her multiple kisses all over her face as she continued to laugh and tried to lightly push him away.

Once she turned around to face him while in his arms, her heart skipped a beat and those butterflies came back as she remembered everything that happened last night. She just felt so content to be with him. The way he gazed at her with so much love and affection made her happier. She needed to think of other words besides happy to describe what she was feeling but she couldn’t help it.

“Good morning to you, too.” she smiled after he kissed her.

“How did you sleep?”

“Great. I hope I wasn’t too heavy when I slept on top of you last night.”

Smiling, he replied, “Not at all. I would like if we could sleep like this more often.”

“I’d like that.”

After getting ready, Jennie and Jungkook walked into the dining room where it looked like everyone was just about there as Yoongi was the last one to make it to the table.

“Good morning!” Jin beamed, setting the last plate of food that he made on the table for them. “Let’s eat!”

Breakfast went on like usual but JenKook couldn’t help but notice Taehyung, Jimin, and Yoongi staring at them. Yoongi had a knowing smirk on his face whenever he glanced over at the couple while the 95 Liners had proud smiles on their faces.

Jimin and Taehyung could not stop glancing at one another as they watched JenKook closely. The way they were seated next to each other and putting food on each other’s plates. It was getting harder not to bring up what they saw last night as they struggled to keep their mouths shut.

After everyone finished their food, Taehyung looked remarkably uncomfortable as he tried to hold in what he wanted to yell out while Jimin proceeded to bite his tongue.

“Hey, are you two all right? You look like you’re freaking out. What’s wrong?” Hobi called out the 95 Liners with concern.

“O-oh we’re fine!” Jimin giggled.

“So! How did you two sleep?” Taehyung cut right to the chase, staring at JenKook.

He couldn’t hold it in anymore, he wanted to hear it. He wanted that confirmation. He needed that confirmation!

“Oh, I slept great.” Jennie cheerfully responded. “My flight was smooth sailing. The family says hi. Angelina also asked about you guys.”

Nodding, Taehyung turned to the Golden Maknae, “I’m glad to hear that. What about you, Jungkook?”

“Perfect,” he responded as he and Jennie glanced at each other with a smile.

The 95 Liners began to look obvious that they were struggling to keep in some information which finally caught Jennie and Jungkook's attention.

“Hyung? You okay?” Jungkook asked.

“Yeah, are you guys all right?” Jen’s voice turned into concern.

“So!” Jimin shouted. “Anything you want to tell us?”

“Tell us?” Hobi asked, turning to JenKook.

“Just impatiently waiting for you two to just say it...” Yoongi added.

“What’s up?” Jin asked.

“Our ship sailed, that’s what’s up.” Jimin giggled again.

“I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! GOSH DARN IT, PLEASE! TELL US! ARE YOU TWO OFFICIAL!?” Taehyung yelled, feeling a huge weight lifted off his shoulders while Jimin sighed out of relief that he took the risk to ask.

“What?” Jin looked confused

“We saw them asleep together last night! But this time it seemed different! She was on top of him sleeping!” Jimin blurted out. “They were cuddling like crazy! Please tell me that’s good news!”

Hobi let out a yell of glee and Namjoon began to smile at the information revealed. Jin, however, spit out his coffee, which unfortunately landed on Namjoon, who closed his eyes. The leader then grabbed a napkin to clean himself off, not even getting an apology from the oldest member.

“Well...” Jennie smiled, glancing at Jungkook. “I came back last night and told him exactly how I felt.”

“AND!?” the members yelled, leaning in close.

“She’s mine.” Jungkook proudly said.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!” Jimin, Hobi, and Taehyung dramatically fell on the floor while everyone else erupted into loud cheers.

Jen and Jungkook laughed out loud while some of the members ran around the dorm, jumping around in celebration.

They yelled various things such as “FINALLY!”, “About time!”, “IT’S REAL! JENKOOK ARE REAL!” and many other bright shouts.

Once everyone pulled themselves together, they went back to the table, happily asking the new couple questions about what happened.

Afterward, Jin cleared his throat. "Okay, I'm very happy you two are finally together but we need to have some rules about this!"

“Jin...” Jimin whined

“Here we go...” Yoongi chuckled

Jennie gestured for Jin to talk, “It’s okay, Jungkook and I prepared for this. Tell us all the rules, Jin. We’ll make sure to follow them and be your innocent kids.”

"Yeah, innocent kids," Jungkook teased as he shared a laugh with Jennie.

"Are you two mocking me?" Jin questioned, causing them to laugh at him. "I am being serious, here! No funny business!"

"We'll be on our best behavior, Hyung,"

With that, the oldest member took out his phone and opened the notes app to reveal a long list of rules. It looked like he had created it a long time ago which amused the members.

“Thank you for your cooperation. Let’s get started. Doors open at all times...”

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Once the members arrived at Big Hit, Jungkook immediately grabbed Jennie's hand to hold it, and they both smiled at each other.

Currently, with their new relationship, it felt like a burst of emotions, making them feel high and euphoric. It was exciting thus far because it was completely new to them.

The members watched with joyful smiles while they murmured to one another about how whipped Jungkook looked. As JenKook walked past staff members, greeting them respectfully, the staff immediately began to talk and giggle with one another when they saw them holding hands. Manager Sejin had recommended JenKook to see Bang PD to let him know what was going on and also commented on how excited he was that they were finally together. With butterflies in their stomachs, as they hoped that the meeting would go well, they strolled to Bang PD’s office.

When they sat at his desk, Bang PD was in a cheerful mood, happily greeting them and asking how they were doing. After their small talk, he asked them what they wanted to tell him.

To say that they were nervous was an understatement. What if he disapproves?

Jen heard horror stories of dating bans and how companies tend to be extremely strict with trainees and idols dating. She hoped that Big Hit wasn’t the same way.

Sensing Jen’s nervousness, Jungkook grabbed her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers.

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook spoke, “We wanted to tell you that we’re dating.”

After he said that, Bang PD stared at them carefully as the entire room remained silent. Jennie and Jungkook squeezed their hands, hoping that he’d approve.

“Since when?” he questioned, glancing at the two as the tension thickened.

“Last night.”

“Last night...” he murmured, narrowing his eyes.

After a moment, he began to laugh wholeheartedly, ending his serious act.

“I guess I owe a lot of staff members free meals.” he sighed as he began to ponder about that Korean BBQ place they wanted to eat at.

Jungkook sighed out of relief while Jennie placed a hand over her heart.

“I-I thought I said not to scare me like that anymore back during the Rookie King filming!” Jen exclaimed

“I couldn’t resist, I had to!” Bang PD grinned.

“Did you bet on us or something?” Jungkook asked.

“I had to join in on the bet! The entire company made a bet on you kids! I assumed you two would start dating after your next comeback but everyone else predicted that you two would date before. And I was wrong. Ah, but it’s okay. It’ll be nice to have a company meal. I am so happy. I was waiting for this moment. To see you two like this. I approve of this 100%.” he chuckled softly while the couple stared at him, dumbfounded.

Just how many people have been waiting for them to get together?

“You’re not mad? You’re okay with this?” Jen asked.

“Of course, I am okay with this! Young love is a beautiful thing. What is there to be mad about? I only want the best for you, here. You kids are young and learning about life. I want you to have a nice relationship and live your life to the fullest. I would never restrict you from your dating life

and ban you from dating each other.”

Wow. This was going better than expected.

Jennie felt a sense of joy at how supportive everyone was about this. She wasn’t expecting it as she thought on the negative side of things. Because of the stories she has heard from other companies and people dating.

As they discussed their relationship with him, they mentioned that they wanted to keep their relationship private for the time being, to which Bang PD agreed.

“Relationships can be hard.” Bang PD advised, “Remaining a healthy, long-term couple won’t happen overnight. It takes communication, diligence, and honesty. Keep an open mind, respect each other, and live life happily. I’m glad you two were open about your feelings. If I must say, whenever I see you two together it is very obvious. Very cute, too. Sometimes I would catch you two smiling and looking at each other lovingly. It’s always an adorable sight.”

The day turned into a whole day of teasing for the couple. The staff members gushed over them and talked about how excited they were to see them together. Things were great.

After dance practice, Jen spent the rest of the day in her studio. Something about Jungkook gave her some inspiration to work on those songs that she wanted to release for her future solo album. Although she had no idea when she wanted to release it, at least she had some inspiration. She could make some love songs about him, too.

After getting the melody of the new song down, her phone rang, and her eyes lit up when she saw the Caller ID.

Angelina.

She immediately answered the call. “Angelina! What up!?” she happily greeted.

“Jen~! How was the flight?”

“It was fine! I miss you already.”

“I know, I know. We’ll see each other again very soon. Okay, okay but enough about that, I NEED to know. Did you go see him!?”

“I did!”

As if on cue, Jungkook walked into her studio and she turned around with a smile.

“And...? Oh hey, Jungkook!” Angelina noticed him in the background. He waved at her and took a seat next to Jennie. “Wait-JUNGKOOK! Oh my God, are you two...you know! SPILL!”

Jen laughed, “Yep!”

Angelina instantly fell off her bed and dropped her phone on the floor as a loud thump was heard.

“Oh my gosh, Ang? Are you okay!?” Jen asked while Jungkook giggled at her antics.

After she pulled herself together, Angelina exclaimed, “Don’t play with me! Are you for real!?”

“Yes, we are real,” Jungkook answered in English with a big smile.

“AHHHHHHHHH~! FINALLY! ABOUT TIME! I knew you two would! Can you two kiss? Like can I see you two kiss, please? Please? To see my ship sail right in front of me on Facetime?”

Jennie giggled. “Now? Are you serious?”

“Please!”

Shrugging, Jennie leaned forward and pressed her lips against his while Angelina screamed and dropped her phone again. The kiss didn’t last long since the couple burst out in laughter due to her excessive fangirling.

After their Facetime call, Jungkook left so Jen could take care of her work. As she worked on the songs she planned to release in the years to come, she thought about the time when she first started working on music with Yoongi.

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It was last year when she was in her studio. She had the opportunity to work on Autumn Leaves for The Most Beautiful Moment in Life PT.2. Yoongi had asked her to help produce a song on the upcoming album and thought Autumn Leaves would be a great song for her to work on. Once she got permission from the company and even had Slow Rabbit’s backing on it, she was excited about the new job.

“Okay...” she placed her headphones on her ears and pressed play to listen to the instrumental of Autumn Leaves.

What surprised her was that Yoongi decided to use the melody she randomly hummed for him a few months ago.

It was just a casual day at the dorm and she was doing chores that Jin had given her. Bored since she was waiting for Hobi to give back her speaker, she hummed around the dorm. One certain humming tune caught Yoongi’s attention as he watched her. He had asked her to hum that same tune and recorded her on voice memos with his phone. Jen didn’t think much of it and hummed like he asked, freely and happily. But Yoongi actually used what she hummed and created the melody for the song.

“You...are something else...” she murmured, shaking her head in disbelief.

She loved this so much. After copying the instrumental on a new file so she could play around with it, she got right to work. As a few hours went on, she didn’t hear Yoongi walk in as she felt him tap her shoulder and take a seat next to her.

“What do you have so far?” he asked as she took off her headphones.

“Oh, it’s...not much.” she chuckled nervously, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Why are you so nervous? You’re not this nervous about DJing.” he raised a brow and grabbed her headphones.

“I just want it to be good.”

“Smartie, we’re working together to create something great. I asked you to work with me on this for a reason. Now, what do you have so far?”

“Okay before I press play, I really love what you have. So, I played around with it on a new file and made it lighter instead of powerful. In the beginning, I thought of making it flow more and you could get this tingly sensation in your ears with the first few notes. And I started snapping to the beat so I recorded myself snapping and I thought it worked well.” she rambled on while Yoongi nodded and pressed play to listen to it.

Jen looked away, nervous about what his reaction would be. This was her first time working on a song like this for the album and she wanted it to be great.

“Smartie, you worried for nothing,” he replied and began to smile. “I like it.”

“You do?” she sighed out of relief.

“It sounds really good.”

“I’m glad. Hey, about me humming that tune that you recorded, you put it as the melody for this. Why?”

“N-no reason.” he shrugged, looking away. When he looked back, he noticed that she wasn’t going to give up on asking, so he sighed. “I just...liked your voice and you became my inspiration for it. I made the instrumental pretty quickly after hearing you hum. It’s nothing, okay? Let’s continue working.”

'Aw....' Jennie thought.

She smiled softly. “I’m glad I could be your inspiration, Yoongi.”

“Yeah, yeah...” he murmured. After a while, he asked, “But, you do like it though, right? You didn’t mind?”

“I don't mind, at all! I loved it!”

“Good.” he cleared his throat. “When we go to Slow Rabbit we can work on mixing it more.”

“Awesome.”

“I think maybe one of the vocal line’s adlibs should be at the beginning of the song.”

“I tried it but I don’t think my voice would fit for that section of the song. Maybe I could harmonize with someone?”

“I think one person should just do it.”

She nodded and wrote down some notes on her notepad. “Okay...Oh, I also wrote a suggestion down. When we begin line distribution, I dunno I just strongly feel like Jin should sing first.”

Yoongi nodded. “Put that track on the flash drive and let’s make our way over to Slow Rabbit so he can check out our instrumentals. We have something good here.”

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61 trainees remained for Produce 101 as Jang Keun-suk, MC for the show, informed the girls that their next task was a position evaluation. Rap, vocal, and dance and they would perform it live and the first place winner for each group will receive an additional 100,000 votes.

After the girls chose their songs, Jang Keun-suk prepared to leave but made one more announcement, “We have a special guest today who will be watching over you as you work on your songs. Let’s bring her out.” he happily turned to the door.

Opening up the door, Jennie walked in with a bright smile. “Why hello!” she waved and bowed, which caused a lot of fangirling to occur with the trainees as they looked shooked.

“We know who she is right?”

“Yes!” the trainees happily replied with bright smiles.

(Jennie from BTS! I cannot believe she’s here! She’s like...so cool!)

(If you don’t know who Jennie is, you are living under a rock. Everyone knows her because when she came to Korea years ago, it was a big culture shock to the K-Pop industry.)

(I heard of her. Isn’t she like the only girl performing in Big Hit Entertainment? And is the only girl in BTS? I was amazed at how she adapted to everything here)

(I think it’s a bit intimidating to be in a group with all guys but she made it look so effortless)

(Jennie is someone that I have always liked watching because of how she never gave up when things were hard for her.)

(She is so lucky to be in a group with all those cute looking guys. I love her work. I study a lot from her currently)

(I LOVE her! Jennie is actually HERE! I am in the same room as THE Bangtan Girl! I almost fainted! I’m like so nervous)

Jennie bowed again, “Hello, I’m Jennie from BTS! Thanks for having me, I’m so excited to be here! From time to time, I’ll be checking in on your ladies, to see what you have so far and to help prepare you for your performances. So let’s have lots of fun and work hard, all right?”

“Yes!” the trainees responded.

Jen let the teams work for a while before she ended up approaching them team by team.

She went to go see the team that would be performing Monster by Big Bang for vocal and she found out that Soonmin wanted to be center but Chanmi also wanted to because she wanted to redeem herself since her voice cracked. Jen advised Chanmi that there were other ways to redeem yourself besides being in the center and went on to watch them work on the song, answering any questions they had.

Now when it was time to see what they had done, Jen sat with the two other vocal coaches, Jea and Kim Sungeun, in the practice room. It felt a bit weird to be sitting with legends such as them. The fact that people are calling her a mentor, and to get a young artist’s point of view and share what she went through when training, was humbling. As she sat with them to listen to the group sing Monster, she and along with the mentors cringed because it wasn’t on key and they didn’t sound together as some even messed up. The two mentors lectured them and said it was not balanced and that they sounded old. The mentors then suggested Soomin sing the chorus and praised her, wanting the group to sing her age.

After their evaluation, Jen went to work with them, sitting in a circle as she helped them sound more like their age.

“From what I saw back there, you aren’t performing as a unit. It’s not altogether like it should be. So, let’s work on that, shall we?” she got to work, going over the entire song with them.

When she noticed that Jinhee had struggled to pronounce monster in English, Jen helped her with the pronunciation. She even helped practice with her alone, making her repeat her parts over and over again to make sure she got it right.

Jinhee (I was a bit worried about this song. I just want to show my vocal skills because I think I am capable. Jennie has been a big help. I will work hard)

“I want to show a better stage but I’m scared that I won’t do well,” Jinhee said to her.

“I felt that way all the time. But we will get this right. You can do it. Now say it with me.”

“I can do it!” Jinhee smiled.

With the second vocal team, they were to perform Day by Day. Juna and Yeunjung both wanted to be the center. They both sang it out and in the end, the group chose Juna as the center. Yeunjung was a bit upset about not getting the part and the members could see how down she was and wasn’t that involved. She ended up tearing up and Jennie pulled her aside to talk to her.

“I want to meet the expectations that people have of me but it seems like I won’t be able to...” Yeunjung admited.

“I get it. I do. I lost countless nights of myself crying when I first debuted in BTS.” Jennie said.

“You cried?” she sniffed

“Oh, all the time. It was pretty bad but I’m still here. And you will be too. I think we should get out of that mindset that you’ll only get noticed if you’re center. Because that is not true. So, you’re not the center of this song. Use that to your advantage. You can still stand out even if you aren’t the center. Now, perk up, you’re too pretty to be having that sad face. I want to see you smile! You are going to be OK!”

When in the practice room to hear them perform what they had, Yejin missed the beat and kept having to start over while everyone watched her.

“What is this? What’s going on?” Jea asked, unamused

“I feel like you all sound like you’re hesitating. Don’t hesitate. Be confident in your voice. If you hesitate, people will notice that when you’re on stage.” Jen added.

“Yes, I agree. This is generally a mess. And what’s bothering me the most is that the two of you are on the same team but it’s not actually a team.” Kim Sungeun said

“This is a team effort, you gotta work together. Don’t try to compete with one another, you have to listen to each other and find that right pitch to sing.”

The two girls were told to sing again but then suddenly Juna began to cry which confused everyone. Soon after Yeunjung cried too.

“Ahhhhh what is going on?” Jen whined, feeling her heart ache at them crying.

The class was stopped so the team could pull themselves together while Jennie walked out with them.

“It’s not your mistake. It’s not your fault. We’re learning. I feel like you all need to communicate with each other and talk things through.” Jen said. “Figure out what you can do so this team can soar in the performance.”

The next group was for vocals with three ladies performing Call Me Baby. When Jen went to talk to them, she found out that Eunwoo was chosen as the center even though Yeseul wanted it too.

“Ooh, now you know I’m going to love you, ladies, because you’re performing EXO. Like that is my GROUP!” Jen happily sat with them and listened to the ideas they came up with.

And as she sat in the practice room, she gave the group words of encouragement. When they performed, Jen was not disappointed as she started dancing in her seat when they sang. The girls were told they did well which heightened the expectations for the other groups.

Miss Bangtan went outside the room with them to practice a bit more.

“The one thing I want to work on a little bit with you is that harmony. It’s almost there,” she said and went over the lines with them. She went to Yeseul. “Sing it just a pitch higher. Call me baby eh, call me baby! Call me baby eh call me baby!” she demonstrated.

And when she heard her sing it, she got it correctly.

“Call me baby eh,” Jen repeated and listened to them sing it at once, making her ears shiver from the harmony. “YES! That’s the sound! Oh, you ladies are going to kill it on stage. Also, make sure you finish the song off strong. Like, make it so that people want more but the song is over. So, five, six, seven, eight, I’ll be your baby yeah!” she sang with them. “Okay, again.”

“I’ll be your baby, yeah!” they sang out

“Phew...you ladies are no joke! I wish I could be there for the performance. I’ll watch the videos though. I am so proud of you all!”

Next was Me Gusta Tu’s vocal group. At first, two members, Haein and Siyeon had very strong opinions on what to do for the group, and during practice in front of everyone, it was like they were practicing by themselves and it sounded sad instead of emotion. But then Haein began crying because she thought about her team members getting eliminated and the hate comments.

Once Jea saw that even Taeha was crying, she freaked out and exclaimed that she was going to go crazy.

“Y’know I got a crap ton of hate comments when I first started. I still do now but in the past I let it get to me and it affected my practicing.” Jen brought up. “I let my life be surrounded by the hate. I stopped taking care of myself and I passed out and knocked myself out when I hit the floor during dance practice. It was because of exhaustion and I got a bad concussion. You remember, right?”

The girls nodded as they remembered all those articles about her passing out and the concussion. It scared Big Hit to death when it happened.

“It sucked but I had my loved ones be there for me to support me. They made me get it together and realize that we shouldn’t let hate mess with our heads.” Jen went on. “And you have these girls here to support and love you too. Nothing is your fault, you keep your head up high and let that hate be in one ear and out the other. Sadly, there is a lot of bitterness in this world. But you are a good person and we all can see that you are trying your best. So please, don’t cry. After this, I’ll help you.”

For the My Best group, Jen was told that none of them had heard the song before and had a difficult time with it. She had given them advice and told them stories of a bunch of Korean songs that she wasn’t aware of when she first came to Korea and learned as she went.

During the vocal class, everyone did not memorize the lyrics and was caught reading from the sheet as Jea lectured them on not even singing well.

“But to be blunt, this is a mess!” Sungeun exclaimed.

As the lesson went on, it looked like they had to change the main vocal for the sake of the team, which was what the mentors suggested.

Once Jen saw the hurt on Yeonkyung’s face when her spot was taken away, she spoke up, “Everybody wants to be center and the main vocal but you need to understand that there are times when someone else’s voice is more suited for certain parts of a song. It can be frustrating, I know. I lost countless times how disappointed I was when I wanted to sing certain lines for BTS’ songs but there was a member whose voice suited it more.”

Jen explained, “For example, with spine breaker. I really loved J-Hope’s verse for it. And each member had to sing the song so we could figure out

which voice suited what verse. I tried the best I could for that song, but I didn’t have much rap skills back then as it wasn’t the best flow or tempo that was needed for the song. And they wanted his voice on it instead since they liked how it sounded. You remember the song right?”

All of a sudden the girls started singing the chorus, making Jen giggle.

“Yeah! And I really wanted his part. It went like this,” she began rapping his verse while the trainees watched in awe.

As soon as she was done, she continued her explanation, “Like I loved that verse, it’s my favorite verse on the song but the song sounds much better with him singing that. So, it’s okay. We gotta do what is best for the song, to make it memorable. Although it’s a rap verse and not a singing

verse, I hope that’s a good example to show you. You’re going to be just fine, so please don’t be discouraged.”

For the next group, with vocal for Zion T’s Yanghwa Bridge, it made Jennie think of Jungkook as her heart soared. But when it was time to hear them for the lesson, it sounded low and they were hesitating. Jea had called them out on it and wanted them to sing louder, asking where the confidence was. And it was kind of hard to give any feedback to Sejeong, who was ranked number one because she was lacking emotionally while her other group members sang it more nicely.

After their lesson, Jennie sat with them to help bring more emotion to their voices, telling them to think about their parents and how much they missed them while being here.

“Thinking of someone always helps. Think of how much your parents trust in you and support you in doing this,” she suggested as she worked with them diligently.

Next up was the dancing as Jennie, Bae Yoonjung, and Kahi walked into the dance practice room to look at what the girls had so far. Out of everyone, Sohye was Jennie’s favorite because she liked how she kept trying even if she wasn’t the best dancer. After a fun dance battle to lighten the mood, they got to work. Jen immediately went up to the group that was working on the Amity song, which is one of the dance choices.

“Hello!” she waved as the three girls bowed. “What song are you ladies dancing to?”

“Amity’s That’s my girl.”

Jen let out a chuckle as it brought back memories. “Wow, my old group, huh? I’m excited to see what you have in store.”

“We’ve been working really hard. We know how much this means to you.” one of the girls said.

“You know I have a story about that song. Mind if I share it?”

“Go ahead!”

“Gosh, Hailey, my old leader was so pissed when the song became popular. It was only me, Angelina, who raps, and Layla on the track. I replaced Hailey with all her singing parts that she wanted because the producers thought my voice fit better. It’s my favorite Amity song and it

worked quite well. I’m surprised the show decided to use this. I don’t recall it being that viral. Unless they did it because they knew I’d be on the show.” she pondered.

She went on to tell the story about the song, “Each member sang the entire song by themselves and the producers chose who would fit best for the song. They then decided it would be best to use three members. Hailey would always overpower us in singing, like a lot. It was insane, especially when recording this song, so the producers wanted me to sing her part to see how it would sound. And then we switched parts because I sounded better. But Hailey was soooo mad. It was funny to see her like that. Like ha! Up yours!” she giggled with the girls.

“Ah, but as time went on she became stubborn and wouldn’t want to do things with the group until she had her way. And of course, she got her way and that’s when things went crashing down. She became a little greedy for the parts but I feel like we can’t have everything we want and we have to understand that certain parts are suited for other people instead of ourselves. We need to move past the greedy mindset when performing. So please work as a team for this. Be better than Amity’s skill in teamwork.”

“We won’t let you down!”

As she watched them perform, Jennie jammed out and looked so happy while the others looked on impressed.

It was what Amity could have been.

And after the performance, Jennie teared up, “That was just amazing.”

“Thank you.” the girls reply.

One trainee spoke up, “I was a bit discouraged. I am not from a big company and seeing these other girls in bigger companies made me doubt my skills.”

“I don’t care If I’m competing against someone from SM Entertainment, do not let someone from a bigger company discourage you,” Jen replied. “Don’t compare yourself to them. You gotta know in your heart that you can bring it just as hard as them. From what I saw today, you have something special. You’re very talented. All of you.”

The other trainee said, “I wanted to dance your part because I love your work. You inspire me to become better and it means the world to me that you are praising us for our efforts.”

“You ladies are going to make me cry...Thank you.” Jen blinked the tears away.

The main group that Jen focused on the most was the dance group working to perform Sunmi’s Full Moon. When watching them, everyone messed up, and Sohye especially had a lot of trouble with the work.

Bae Yoonjung wanted to speak with Jennie and Kahi for a moment to discuss what was going on and Jen brought up that she had no problem helping them and staying up late doing so even if that meant losing sleep. Once they came back to the room, Sohye was asked why she chose dancing from the instructors and couldn’t give an answer.

“Let’s go to another dance practice room. I’ll work with you, three ladies.” Jen stood up. “I want us to make sure that we get this done and I won’t rest until we get it right. Okay? Don’t worry. Come with me.”

Once they made it to another room, Sohye broke down in tears, surprising her.

“I-I’m sorry...” Sohye wiped her tears.

Jen’s heart ached to see her like this. She was trying her best, “Hey, don’t apologize. Be better. You got this, let’s keep going and I want you to keep your head up high.” she held her hands.

“I didn’t think I was that bad at dancing. I just..”

“Don’t let someone else’s opinion determine your self-worth. As long as you believe you’re good, that should be all that matters. Take constructive criticism and learn to improve yourself. I want you to prove everyone wrong. You can dance.”

Jennie pulled her in for a hug. “I know it’s frustrating. It can be when you think you’re not able to get it like everyone else does. You are trying your best. Let’s try even harder. I see improvement.” she pulled away and wiped her tears. “Let’s get to work.”

After stretching, Jen practiced with the girls.

“Noooooo, you almost had it!” she dramatically said when Sohye missed the cue. “Okay, lemme show you again.”

Sohye (I’m very thankful for Jennie and her kindness. I’m thankful she didn’t give up on me and told me to try and try again.)

After practicing, Jen began to work on giving off that sexy persona for the song with Pinky helping Sohye as well.

“Y’know, I am not a fan of cute concepts and I always have to fake it until I make it with sexy concepts. It’s all about acting. And also if you mess up just keep going.”

“I remember watching you perform War of Hormone and how you danced with Jungkook. Were you nervous?” Pinky asked.

“Oh gosh...” Jen let out a nervous laugh and felt her face warm up at the thought of dancing with Jungkook for the song. “So nervous. He helped me out a lot.”

“You looked so pretty wearing that outfit in the music video.”

“Aw, thanks!”

After helping them, Jennie gave them high fives and expressed how proud she was of them.

After filming, although Jennie really wanted to go see the girls perform, she was at dance practice with BTS in one of Big Hit’s practice rooms. But the show Produce 101 had begun to film all the girls making their way to the Big Hit Entertainment building as they talked about surprising Jennie to thank her for helping them.

Miss Bangtan was currently on a break in the practice room while Namjoon walked in with a smile.

“Jennie you have some visitors.”

"Visitors? Who?” she turned around to see the trainees and some camera crew walk in. She covered her mouth and laughed while the trainees greeted everyone with bright smiles, “Oh my gosh. Wow! Hi!"

She was handed flowers, smarties, and a huge card signed by all of them as they thanked her for helping them and being so kind.

“Wow, you ladies are truly amazing. Thank you so much for this. Oh, snap, you got me smarties too!? This is great!” she said excitedly, making them giggle.

She took a group photo with the girls and tweeted, ‘I see bright futures in each and every one of you. Thanks for having me! I’m so proud! #Jen’

When the episode aired, Netizens praised Jennie for how patient she was and her positive attitude towards the trainees. They called her a kind teacher and liked how she wasn't as strict as the others. One part they loved the most was when she stayed up late to help the Full Moon team with their performance. Overall, her being on the show was met with positive reactions and got her more recognition.

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“Okay, okay, you’re glowing. Something is up.” Hyuna called Jennie out as she sat with her, Hayoon, and Amber in a private area of a restaurant for breakfast.

“I thought I was the only one. Something is different. Did something happen?” Amber teased. “Something did happen, didn’t it?”

“And don’t lie.” Hayoon giggled.

Jen smiled and looked down. Everyone was noticing, huh?

She couldn’t help but keep smiling as she nodded, “Yeah, something did happen.”

“Sounds positive with the way you’re cheesing.” Amber laughed.

“Wow, is it that obvious?” Jen looked at them in surprise.

“Yep!” the three girls replied.

“Wow. Well, when I came back from America I went to see Jungkook.”

“Oh?” the girls leaned in.

“We had a nice discussion about something that I’ve been thinking about for a long time and well...we’re dating.”

“YES!” Amber yelled while Hyuna and Hayoon screamed excitedly and clapped.

“Pay up!” Hayoon shouted, turning to Amber and Hyuna. “I knew she was going to go see him when she came back to Seoul! Ha-ha-ha, I’m rich~!”

“Whoa, whoa, you put a bet on us, too!? What is wrong with everyone?! You think this is funny?” Jen exclaimed

“All in good fun.” Hayoon giggled, collecting her money. “So, tell us what happened!”

“Yeah, how is he?” Hyuna beamed.

“I’m just so happy. Like everything is going so well, I love him so much. I now understand what it means to be on cloud nine with your significant other. Never thought I would feel this way.” she replied

“Aweeeee~.”

“My emotions!” Amber whined.

“How did Big Hit handle it?” Hayoon asked.

A pleased smile appeared on Jen’s face, “Oh, they loved it. They were waiting for us to date, too. Everyone put a bet on us over there. Crazy, huh?”

“Nope! Not at all, we have all been waiting. Have you two been on a date yet?”

“Not yet, we’re just keeping this relationship private. But I’m sure we’ll do something soon. Even if it’s something in the dorm, I’ll be happy.”

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After hanging with the girls, Jennie spent the day with Jimin, Taehyung, and Jin to go snowboarding. As much as she hated the cold, she wanted to spend time with Jin who had invited her to join him. Jimin and Taehyung had chickened out and stayed indoors to do something while Jen and Jin went on to the mountain.

Jin insisted that she wore extra layers to make sure she wasn’t too cold. She laughed at how overboard he was about it but she loved seeing him so parent like towards her.

“Make sure this is on securely.” he adjusted her jacket and made sure she was bundled up. “You warm enough?”

“Yes, I told you three times already, let’s snowboard!” she replied excitedly. “Now how do I do this because I never did this before.”

He laughed and got behind her to position her correctly on the board. “Like this. Now accelerate.”

She tried to do what he asked and began to move. “WEEEEEEEEE-OOF!” she exclaimed as she immediately fell and began rolling down the slope.

The oldest member laughed and went after her. “This is going to be a good day.” He said to himself as he finally saw her lying down on the snow, looking up at the sky

“This is harder than it looks.” she grabbed his hand and got helped up. “Okay, let’s try again!”

“Again?! Are you okay? Do you need to sit down? Are you hurt?”

“Nah, let’s continue!”

Time passed as he continued to try to teach her the basics of snowboarding. She started to get the hang of it, riding slowly down the slope as he cheered her on.

“I got it! I got it!” she yelled as she caught herself from falling when she rode down. Once she made it to the bottom, she turned to see Jin effortlessly snowboarding down to meet her. “That was awesome!” she high fived him.

“You did great! Let’s go back up!”

After another hour, Jennie and Jin went back inside to sit at a table. It was a huge difference from the outside as the warmth around the building eased their muscles as they relaxed.

Jin sighed and watched Jennie in line to get their beverages. He smiled softly as he watched her have a bright smile on her face. She was just growing up too fast for him. And now even dating Jungkook? She was growing into a fine young woman right before his eyes. Where did the time go? It was just 2013!

“Hey,” his thoughts were interrupted when she sat in front of him, placing their hot chocolate on the table. “I bought a bunch of snacks. Warm soft pretzels and some soft warm cookies. Let’s drink up!” she beamed.

She placed an overwhelming amount of marshmallows in her hot cocoa which concerned Jin as he asked, “U-um are you sure you want that many marshmallows?”

“Yeah! It’s so good with it! You want some?”

“No thanks, you enjoy it, sweetie.”

“Oh, I will.” she eagerly sipped the warm beverage and sighed in contentment while it warmed up her body.

He watched her with a smile and took out his phone to snap a candid photo of her drinking, quickly tweeting, ‘Ah...I feel like she is growing up too fast...my little munchkin. I’m very proud of you. Thanks for spending the day with me. #Jin’

“I like how this tastes when eating the pretzel,” Jin added

“I know right? Sweet and salty is the best.”

It didn’t take long for Taehyung and Jimin to join them with their food and then they went to go shopping.

“Oh snap! Jimin! I found your socks!” Jennie teased, pointing out the pairs of baby socks in the aisle, making him scowl.

“Leave me alone!” he whined while she laughed at him. “What about these? These suit you because your feet are too big!” he grabbed a pair of adult socks.

“Huh. Well, at least my feet are bigger than yours.”

“They are not!”

“Jimin, why do you fall for these tricks every time someone teases you about your height?” Jin laughed.

“You need to think of some better comebacks, Jimin.” Taehyung giggled. “Oh, Jennie, Valentine’s Day is coming up. Any idea what you’re going to do for Kookie?”

It took a few seconds for that statement to register in Jennie’s brain as she stood there blankly.

Once she understood what he had said, her face fell as she turned around in alarm. “Valentine’s Day!? When is that!?”

Jimin giggled cutely at her reaction, “The 14th silly! Don't tell me you forgot.”

“Oh my God...shit!” she speed walked through the store while the guys look amused.

How could she forget that? How could she not know that Valentine’s Day was coming up? All these Valentine’s Day decorations and items all over town? And in Korea, it’s the girls buying the guys gifts. She was a terrible girlfriend! What was she going to do!?

“She is freaking out. Wow.” Jin watched her frantically search through the aisles that have a ton of Valentine’s Day stuff from chocolate to teddy bears.

“Should we help her?” Taehyung asked.

Jimin grinned mischievously, “Nah, let’s just watch. I want to see what she’s going to do.”

Jen was unsuccessful when trying to buy something for Jungkook. She didn’t want to get something cliché for him so she went back to the big hit building with the guys.

Outside the building, Jimin had begun filming because he was currently in a snowball fight with a few members. Jennie and Yoongi stayed in the car to watch while Yoongi filmed the fight while laughing.

Soon after, Jen got out of the car, shivering from the brisk air hitting her abruptly. She walked up to Jimin because she noticed that he wasn’t wearing gloves and had brought an extra pair. Watching Jimin grab a ball of snow with his bare hands, she heard him complain that his hands were cold.

“And where are your gloves!?” Jen scolded. “Y’all never want to wear gloves, I told you to buy those gloves at the store!”

“They were baby gloves!” Jimin yelled back with a laugh.

“They fit you!”

Jimin got so fed up, he threw the snowball at her, landing directly on her face as a loud gasp escaped her lips. He began laughing hard with Taehyung, Jungkook, Hobi, Jin, and their manager as she wiped the snow from her face. Her face was a bit flushed from the cold and the impact of the snowball

“Now I’m about to fuck you all up.” she grabbed a huge pile of snow while Jimin began backing up, laughing nervously.

“Language Jennie! You’re being filmed!”

“I don’t give a fuck! Bleep it out!” she joined in the fight by throwing the big ball of snow at him, hitting him in the chest.

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Jin, Jimin, Jennie, and Jungkook went out to go swimming in an indoor pool, wearing wetsuits. Jennie had been on her phone, sitting by the pool to check out that interview she did with Billboard. It looked so cool and she even looked great for the photo shoot. She revealed her feelings transitioning from American music to K-Pop, what happened up to

when she left Amity, and how she got into Big Hit. She was still sad about Amity and said she pushed through since the fans who have been with her from the Amity days know her side of the story. She remained humble about it, only grateful to the group despite the negativity near the end of her time there.

One question she loved the most was about the country she loved to perform in the most.

‘I love going home, so definitely performing in the USA! I would love to perform in a stadium in America one day with BTS. That’ll be so cool. And maybe even play my guitar there, too. One day! We will get there.’

“Ennie! Come on! Stop playing on your phone and get in the water!” Jimin shouted.

“I’m coming! Jeez!” she placed her phone down.

Jungkook ran a hand through his wet hair and turned around, smiling warmly when he saw her walk down the pool steps, getting her feet wet. He extended his hand out and helped her in.

“Nice of you to join us, milady.” he giggled with her and brought her into the deeper section of the pool.

“Hey! Hey! Hands above her butt!” Jin caught them getting handsy, splashing them with water.

Once he saw the couple’s expressions darken, he paddled away, yelling for his life while they went after him.

“Take him down!” Jen jumped on Jin’s back and tried to choke him with her arms around his neck.

After messing with Jin, Jungkook suggested to her, “Hey, let’s go on the water slide!”

“Nah, I’ll pass!”

“Let’s go~!” he picked her up over his shoulder as she let out a scream in surprise

“Wait! WAIT!” she yelled as he walked up the steps, making it to the biggest slide. “Oh my God, why are we doing this?”

“It’ll be fun, come on! We’ll go together!”

Once she got set down, she positioned herself on the slide.

“Okay...one...tw-AHHHHHH~!” she screamed at the top of her lungs once Jungkook abruptly pushed her down.

She heard his loud laughter as she went down, making a mental note to kill him later. She landed in the pool with a big splash and resurfaced up the water, coughing and moving hair from her face.

“Jungkook!” she yelled, seeing him waving at her at the top of the slide.

“I love you!” he yelled back.

“Fuck you!”

“Okay! Now!?” he eagerly replied in a teasing voice while Jimin laughed with him.

“Hey! We will not have this kind of language here!” Jin shouted, smacking Jungkook on the arm while Jen laughed.

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As soon as Valentine’s Day came, Jungkook had not seen Jennie all morning but was excited because it would be their first Valentine’s Day together. He wondered how she was feeling because she would be treating him to who knows what while he had to wait until White Day.

He felt a pair of warm hands covering his eyes while he was seated on the couch and heard her voice, “Guess who?”

“Iron Man?”

“No, silly. It’s me! Stand up and follow me okay? And keep your eyes closed.”

He stood up as she asked and felt her grab his hand, walking him somewhere. After a while, he stopped and heard the door close.

“Okay...open them.”

Jungkook slowly opened his eyes to see her smiling nervously. He then looked around to see that they were in her room and it was decorated. Blankets on the floor with pillows, game systems waiting to be plugged in and played, stacks of games for them to play for each system, snacks sitting around for them, and even food waiting to be devoured.

His eyes softened as he let out a chuckle, looking around like a kid in a candy store. “Wow.”

“Happy Valentine's Day! D-do you like it? I kind of just thought you may want to have a chill day and I thought we could game together, and eat lots of snacks. I even bought extra food for you because of that big appetite of yours.” she nervously said.

He noticed that she was even wearing a pair of cute Iron Man pajamas with her hair down. She did all of this for him. This was the perfect way he wanted to spend the day.

“I-I know you’re usually supposed to buy like chocolate or something on this day but I thought your favorite snacks would’ve been better. I bought the seaweed you like, the banana milk and lots of other stuff. I also brought my smarties. I’ll share some just for you on this special day.” she rambled on.

Oh gosh, she was freaking out. Did she do this all correctly? It just came naturally to her to just create something like this instead of doing anything else. She rambled more while Jungkook watched her, amused, and thought about how cute she looked.

He then cut her rambling off by gently grabbing her face to pull her in for a smooch. She had forgotten what she had rambled about as she closed her eyes and kissed back. He pulled away and pulled her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her. With the side of her head against his chest, she hugged him back while his chin landed on the top of her head.

She felt his chuckles vibrate against her cheek as he said, “You’re so cute when you ramble. I love this, this is amazing.”

“Really?" she looked up at him as he looked down at her.

"Of course," he leaned down to kiss her lips again.

"Wow, so I freaked out for nothing.”

“Yeah, you did. It was cute though.” he laughed and pulled away.

They sat on the comfy blankets and Jungkook stared at the food with joy. “Oh, this is great.” he leaned in to kiss her cheek as she giggled and dug in with him.

After eating, she set up the first game system, which was the Wii as they played Wii Sports Resort. Fencing was something that Jen was a champ in, so she had a wonderful time beating him in multiple fencing games.

“Let’s switch controllers!” he demanded

“What!?” she laughed.

“No, this is rigged. Let’s switch!” he took her controller and gave her his. He restarted the game and fenced with her but lost once again. “Are you kidding!?”

Afterward, he got his revenge when he beat her in bowling. Following messing with the Wii, they went to the PlayStation 2, to play one of the Burnout racing games. The game was known for destroying cars, so JenKook had a good time trying to bump into each other whenever their cars passed one another.

Out of the blue, Jungkook had rammed his car against hers, making her car flip over while all the other vehicles zoomed passed.

“REALLY!?” she shouted over his giggling as he sat behind her while she leaned her back against his chest.

“Babe, it’s just a game.”

“I was in first place!”

“And the Golden Maknae is now in first place. Look how great things turned out for me.”

It didn’t take long for Jen to make a comeback and rush back up to second place. She kept trying to hit his car while he managed to avoid her efforts. Getting desperate, Jungkook tried to playfully bite her to distract her

“Cut it out! You play too much!” she laughed, trying to move away from him.

After playing a few rounds of the racing game, the couple went to play a wrestling game called Smackdown vs Raw. They choose their wrestlers to fight in the Royal Rumble after choosing which number they want to arrive at. Jungkook, being the cocky one, chose number one since he claimed he would win the entire thing being entrant number one. Jennie, however, chose to be number 30.

She sat next to him, cheering him on as he played as Eddie Guerrero, periodically feeding him snacks. Jungkook had impressed her, they were up to entrant 23 and he was STILL in the ring with high health. Before she knew it, her wrestler, Shelton Benjamin, finally came out as number 30

while Jungkook and two other wrestlers remained in the ring which was Matt Hardy and Rene Dupree.

Jen quickly eliminated Matt Hardy after hitting him with Shelton’s finisher while Jungkook took care of Rene Dupree. All of sudden, she threw Jungkook against the ropes, which was called an Irish whip and his wrestler fell out of the ring.

“YEAH!” she threw the controller down and stood up to celebrate

“WHAT!? NO!” Jungkook fell on his back, looking at the ceiling in disbelief

“Ain’t no stoppin’ me, nowwwwwwww! You can’t rock with me, ain’t no stoppin’!” she sang and danced to Shelton’s theme. “You can’t rock with me, ain’t no stopping! You can’t rock the man, you’re droppin’! Ain’t no stoppin’ me nowwwww!”

“Congratulations.” he accepted his defeat and sat up while she sat back down.

She went to kiss him and when he thought it would be a short kiss, he was about to pull away but she leaned forward to kiss him deeply. She then slowly straddled him while his hands firmly grabbed onto her hips to pull her closer.

Pulling away, she asked, “Can I try something?”

“Yeah, go ahead,” he replied, catching his breath.

Her soft lips pressed against his again, giving him light kisses as she caressed his cheek. Their kissing got needier and she lightly bit his lip and used her tongue, brushing it against his, taking him by surprise at how sensual their kissing became.

Pulling away to catch their breath, Jungkook grinned. "Where'd that come from?"

"I just wanted to use my tongue. Did you like it?”

“Let’s do that again.” he pulled her in for another kiss.

A giggle was heard and they stopped what they were doing. Turning to the door, which was slightly opened, Jimin, Hobi, and Taehyung were seen spying on them.

“Oh shit, they caught us!” Hobi scrambled away with the 95 Liners once they saw the couple run towards the door.

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Pressing start, Jennie and Taehyung sat next to each other with their V-Live called #LetsPutMakeUpOnSmartie With Taehyung~

“YOOOOOOO! WHAT IS UP!?” Jen loudly greeted as they watched the viewers pour in at a rapid rate. It went from 1,000 to 10,000 within a minute. “I see our notification squad is here! Represent!”

Taehyung giggled and waved. “ARMY~! Hello!”

“When should we start?”

“Let’s wait until we have at least 30k.”

“But we have 50k right now.”

“That quick!?” he looked at the screen. “Wow~! A lot of ARMY here to see us.”

She laughed. “Let’s get started! What is up, everyone? Today we are here for a very interesting V-Live. Taehyung thought of this goofy concept and I know I may regret it later but this will be a series. Each member of BTS will be doing my makeup and I just have to sit there and let them ruin my

face.”

“Ruin? That’s a bit harsh. You doubt my makeup skills?”

“Yeah, I do.”

He giggled again, “I promise I will make you even more beautiful than you already are. Trust me.”

“Uh huh.” she smiled forcefully.

“So...are you ready for me to do your makeup?” he smiled softly and placed her makeup bag on the table.

Jen gulped loudly which made ARMY send laughing emojis in the chat. The comments so far were saying:

‘LOL I LOVE this’

‘This is gonna be good’

‘Oh no Jennie whyyyy’

‘Jen looks high key scared, lmaoooo’

‘I love you Taennie!’

‘We missed you!��

“Okay! Ennie’s face is all nice and clean, so first we shall put on eyeliner!”

“Eyeliner!? Now!?”

“Yeah!” he giggled and grabbed one of her eyeliners.

“Oh my God...” she groaned and closed her eyes as he began to apply it on her face.

It was extremely uneven and he had messed up a few times, making it look a hot mess.

‘Yooooooo no he didn't! She is going to kill him!’

‘STOP! MAKE IT STOP! SHE’S ALREADY DEAD!

‘NOOOOOOOO’

‘No turning back now!’

“You have pretty eyes. Let’s put some eyeshadow on.” he took out one of her eyeshadow palettes.

“That is brand new. I just received that in the mail a few days ago and I haven’t opened it yet. All from America.”

“Oohhhhh you know what I’ll do? Let’s mix these together!”

"What we not gonna do is mix my brand new eyeshadow.”

“This one...this one...and this one and that one.” Taehyung ignored her and began mixing them together with the brush.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed when he mixed five shades of eyeshadow all together and began to apply it to her eye. “Are you fuc-friggin kidding me!?”

“Okay! Next is the foundation!” he placed a large portion on a beauty blender, making her cringe.

“A little goes a long way! You don’t need that much! Why are you squirting it!?”

“That’s what she said.” he giggled and she smacked him on the arm.

“I cannot believe this....” she complained as he placed it all over her face.

He was caking a bunch of it on her poor face as she fake cried.

“Lipstick~!” he grabbed a color of red lipstick and began putting it on her lips, making it uneven.

“I bet I look like a clown.”

“You look very pretty. Doesn’t she ARMY? Okay! I’m done!”

She exhaled and looked at herself in the mirror. “Wh-what the hell? What did you do to me?! The heck is this!?”

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Such a Softer Sin (Part 16)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: I’m not specifically tagging this one, if you’ve seen the show, nothing will shock you. Smut will happen eventually so minors DNI, thanks.

A/N: I couldn’t decide whether to post this one yet or not, but I really can’t help myself lmao I’m just so eager to share this story with you all.

I can't wait to hear your responses to this one 😇🫣

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The next day, you made your way to the mess hall for breakfast. You’d had a rough night, the combination of sleeping alone and all the bombshells that had been dropped on you the day before keeping you awake. You rubbed your eyes sleepily as you walked inside, glancing around. You didn't see Billy or his men anywhere but you saw Kos, Irene and Atti sitting at a table as they ate together. As you got your food, you felt like everyone was staring at you. You knew you were being paranoid after everything that happened, as if people would somehow know you’d slept with the King and you were his mate. You yawned tiredly as you made your way over to the table and Kos smiled up at you as you sat down.

“Good morning,” Irene grinned and you gave her a tired smile.

“Good morning,” you replied, rubbing your eyes again before you started to eat.

“Bad night?” Kos asked in concern.

“Something like that,” you said with a rueful smile. You looked over the table to Atti then.

“Where’s Aurora?” you asked. You’d been hoping to be able to spend more time with her after she’d spoken to you but it hadn’t really happened yet.

“She’s getting her stuff ready. We’re going out for the day, visiting her old pack. We’ll be back by tonight though,” he explained, giving you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. You wondered what was going on with him. You remembered his words from the night before and you wondered if he was having some of the same feelings you had when he found his mate. He might have Aurora, but you now having your mate might have left him feeling like he was losing you too, even if he had pulled away.

After breakfast, you felt like you needed to clear your head and you thought some training might be a good way to do it. You left the mess hall, walking across the grounds and you started to notice everyone bowing their heads as they walked by you. You tilted your head in confusion, wondering why this had started up again. They’d done it when you got here out of respect for your rank, but with you being here so long and getting to know most people, they’d stopped and you’d only had to deal with it from the newcomers. But now, people you’d spoken to, people who had gotten to know you and found out you didn't want to be bowed to were now bowing to you and you felt your stomach feel heavy as you slowly walked to the training area. A wolf you’d met a few times named Laura walked past, her arms full with what looked to be laundry. She was one of the workers here who worked with Azalea.

“Good morning, Your Majesty,” she smiled shyly as she hurried by and your feet stopped, taking root to the floor. Your head whipped around but she was already halfway to the castle as panic started to take its hold. How did she know? You looked around with wide eyes, watching how people were looking at you and you felt your cheeks heat up, annoyance prickling at you. One of the guards passed you by on his way to the gate and bowed his head low to you.

“Your Majesty,” he murmured, such reverence in his voice you almost felt sick as you watched him leave. Your eyes went over to the training area where Billy was talking to one of his warriors as they set up for training and you stalked right over, chest feeling tight. He looked at you as you got closer and he frowned at the furious face you were wearing and the warrior he was with moved away to set up.

“I thought you wouldn't tell people until I’m ready,” you bit out accusingly and confusion washed over his face.

“I haven’t,” he frowned.

“Well given the fact people are referring to me as Your Majesty, someone has,” you glowered. His frown deepened, eyes looking around before settling back on you.

“I have no idea who said somethin’ but I know it’s not my guys. They’ve known this whole time and they wouldn't do that to me,” he insisted and you pursed your lips as you took a shaky breath. Had someone overheard something? It wouldn't be impossible, Azalea had overheard things and put the pieces together but you knew she wouldn't have told, you knew she wasn't like that.

“We’re ready, sir,” a warrior said as he came over, he looked to you then but his eyes didn't meet yours as he bowed his head.

“Apologies for interrupting, My Queen,” he murmured and you stood there floored, turning your wide and panicked eyes to Billy who looked bewildered.

“Where did you hear that?” Billy asked, an edge to his tone that had the warrior look a little nervous. You knew his relationship with his people here, especially his warriors, wasn't too formal. His warriors more often than not called him sir instead of his title as he’d built up a friendship with most of them. You felt you had too somewhat and now they were throwing words around like Majesty and Queen.

“Atticus told us, sir,” the warrior muttered and you recoiled like you’d been smacked in the face. Seeing your reaction, the warrior bowed once more before making himself scarce.

Betrayal set deep in your bones and your jaw clenched, eyes on fire as you looked over and saw the man himself walking to the gate with a bag slung over his shoulder, Aurora by his side. You growled, storming over and as you got closer he looked surprised by the look on your face.

“Why the hell did you go around telling everybody?” you asked harshly. His surprise melted into a frown as he shook his head.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you weren't telling people,” he muttered.

“So you thought that gave you a right to be the one to break the news?” you asked incredulously and then his face turned indifferent as he shrugged.

“People were going to find out anyway so I don’t see what the big deal is,” he huffed and you had to resist the urge to smack him.

“We need to go,” Aurora murmured to him quietly, shooting you a sheepish smile. Atticus barely spared you a glance before he walked away and left you standing there reeling. The old Atti would never do such a thing to you and you couldn't believe how much he’d changed and not for the better.

“You okay?” Billy asked as he came over, hovering beside you.

“I just… I don't get why he did it,” you frowned, eyes glued to the gate he’d left out of.

“I don’t either,” Billy muttered. You took a deep inhale, trying to calm yourself. There wasn’t anything you could do about it now, it was done and now you’d have to deal with it. You turned to look up at Billy then and he was watching you with concern shining behind his dark eyes.

“I’ll do the ceremony in a few days,” you said and he looked caught off guard by the random change of subject. Then a relieved smile painted his lips.

“Really?” he asked hopefully and you smiled with a nod.

“It’s better just to get it done and then you don't have to worry about me,” you shrugged. He looked like a weight had been lifted off him and you wondered how long he’d been worried about this, worried about you maybe dying in the war. He was just looking down at you with that look on his face, the one he’d had so many times before but you didn't understand what it meant. Now you did. He loved you and you still hadn’t gotten used to the fact. It almost felt like he might kiss you, the way his stare lingered as it had so many times before, but then he stepped back and you found yourself disappointed even though he was just giving you the space you’d asked for. You didn't like how stilted things were feeling with the pair of you now when it had been so easy before. You felt guilt build up inside of you, knowing this wasn't how it was supposed to be when you found your mate, this wasn’t what it was supposed to be like for him. Not what he’d longed for.

“I uh… I should go, I got some business to deal with, but I’ll see you at dinner,” he murmured with a tentative smile. You nodded and he looked at you for a moment before he leaned in and placed a lingering kiss to your cheek and you felt a million and one butterflies erupt in your stomach at the affectionate gesture. You wondered if he felt a little bolder given you’d done the same the night before, if he felt that maybe this was okay, safe. He moved away, flashing you a bashful smile before he started making his way to the castle. You watched him going, at war with your head and heart. You knew you could do this, you did feel something for him and now you knew you didn't need to feel guilty about it. You’d been suppressing your growing feelings for him because you’d thought you both had mates out there somewhere and you hadn't wanted to get hurt or hurt your future mate. But he was your mate. It was strange but a freeing sensation as that sunk in. You didn't need to hold back anymore. Trying to clutch onto the newfound confidence you’d gained before it disappeared into the wind, you quickly walked over to him just before he got to the steps. You grabbed his hand, turning him around and he had a second to look shocked before you leaned up and kissed him. His whole body went rigid for a moment, no doubt surprised by your behavior, but it didn't take long before he was kissing you back. One hand came to your face, the other your back as he pulled you flush with him, his lips moving against yours slowly like he was savoring every inch of you. It made you feel like you were plummeting off a cliff, your hands fisting in his tunic as you melted into him. It was like everything else fell away, nothing else mattered but you and him. When you broke away, you were both a little breathless and he blinked down at you in awe before a delighted chuckle left his lips like he really couldn't quite believe what just happened. You bit your lower lip, giving him a shy smile and your whole face felt hot.

“I’ll see you later,” you murmured and the smile he had was blinding and left you breathless. He looked happier than you think you’d ever seen him.

“I’ll see you later,” he smiled, his eyes bright and sparkling before he turned to make his way to the castle. You watched him wistfully as he slipped inside and your cheeks were hurting from the stupid smile you couldnt get rid of.

“You’re glowing,” Azalea sang softly and you turned to look at her and her mischievous smile. You grinned, lowering your head for a moment before looking back at her.

“I’m happy,” you supplied simply and her smile widened at that.

“Then I’m happy for you. Everything will work out in the end and you should just allow it to happen, let the feelings blossom,” she said softly and you nodded. You knew she was right and now you didn't need to hold back, it would be much easier. You didn’t think it would be that hard to fall for Billy, even not feeling the bond.

“It’s kind of special really, you don’t feel the bond yet you still care for him. There's still a connection there even without the bond,” she mused with a soft smile and you smiled too. It was a unique situation. You didn't think you were the only one to ever lose a connection to your wolf, it no doubt happened with some trauma, the same way some people got stuck in their wolf form sometimes. You wondered what it was like for them, did they still feel a pull to their mates or were you different?

You spent the rest of the day hiding out in the pack house after another person referred to you as Your Majesty. You weren't quite ready for all of that yet and you cursed Atticus for doing that to you. You still couldn't understand why. You didn't like the feeling that he’d changed so much. It wasn’t that he was happy and he’d just become different, he just wasn't the same at all and he was doing things to hurt you and acting like he didn't care. You really couldn't understand it. His first conversation with you after he found out about you and Billy had been him worrying you about being Queen and while Atti had always been blunt, you knew he would have been supportive about it and not just left after he’d laid those concerns at your doorstep. The rest of the pack had been wildly supportive of the news though and that made you feel better. You’d been worried what they might think but they seemed super excited. You blew out a sigh before you got up and left the house, ready to go to dinner. You found excitement bubbling inside of you to see Billy again after the kiss you’d shared. Even just thinking about it made the butterflies come back and that dopey smile that probably made you look like a crazy person. You stepped out into the cold crisp air, eyes going right to the moon as it always seemed to. It still wasn’t fixed and Karen wasn’t getting anywhere in finding the witches. You really felt for her. You couldn't wait until you knew where to find them and you’d make everyone there who had a hand in this suffer just for her. She didn't deserve this stress. You’d just made it off the porch when your feet stopped as you got a mindlink.

‘Y/N, I need help,’ you heard Atti in your head and he sounded panicked and this in turn, made you panic.

‘What is it?’ you asked quickly, dread settling in your stomach like a lead weight.

‘I was on my way home and I got attacked. The vampires have me by the lake,’ he answered and your heart skyrocketed. You didn’t have time to think before you took off running, the guard opening the gate for you with a wary look before you took off again. You had no idea if he’d mindlinked Kos too, no idea who else might be coming to help but you couldn't think, only react as the thought of Atti being held at the vampires mercy drowned you. You were livid, so full of panic and rage that your legs pushed you hard as you ran to the lake. You got there and panted, looking around in confusion when you saw no Atti and no vampires. Dread gripped you once more, hoping to the Goddess that nothing bad had happened to him, that you were too late.

“Atti?” you called out warily, something in your brain telling you that something was very wrong here. You yelped as you were suddenly tackled, hitting the floor hard and getting a punch to the face. You blinked up to see a vampire flashing his pointy teeth at you and a vicious snarl ripped from your throat. You headbutted him, the pain in your head blinding but it was enough to get him off you as you jumped up. Once again, you didn't have a stake on you, something you started to think was necessary and you only had your dagger which wouldn't be much use to help decapitate a vampire. You snatched up a thick stick from the floor, just as another vampire dove at you and you rammed it through his chest. You hadn't been sure if it would work or not but as he exploded into a pile of ash, you felt a dark grin curling your lips as you turned to the next vampire. You circled each other for a moment and you twirled the stick in your hand, dodging as he went to tackle you. You grabbed his arm, swinging him around right into the pointy stick but he didn’t turn to ash. You knew you must have missed his heart but it seemed to bring him great pain as he wailed and fell to the floor. It would do for now as the last was advancing on you. He came at you and you threw a hard punch, hearing something crack as he groaned. He tried to grab the stick and you fought with him, tussling as he landed a punch that split your lip but the pain spurred you on. Your leg swiped at him, his feet giving out from under him as he fell heavily with a thud and you wasted no time in shoving the stick into his chest and watching as he turned to ash. Your eyes went to the last vampire then, the one you’d tried to stake but failed who was still lying on the floor, blood pouring from his wound as he looked dazed, writhing in pain. You thought he was pathetic that his injury had kept him down so easily but it would work in your favor. The adrenaline was coursing through you, your eyes burning bright as you approached him, straddling him as you glared down at him.

“Where’s Atticus?” you growled, a violent punch landing across his face. It didn't have the desired effect though as he started laughing like a mad man and you hit him again even harder but he only laughed more.

“Where is he?!” you screamed at him.

“There’s a snake among you, little wolf,” he grinned, flashing you a bloodied smile and you recoiled from him. Your brain flashed back to what the other vampire had shouted to Atti when he was brought in to the cells and you shook your head. You knew it wasn't true.

“How can’t you see it? Your closest friend will be the one to betray you all,” he cackled and you growled, sticking your finger in his wound and twisting it, causing him to yell in agony as he writhed under you.

“Why? Why would he do that?” you asked roughly and you stopped twisting your finger and burying it deeper to allow him to answer you. He laughed, this time a little weaker as he grinned at you in such a way that you felt your blood run cold.

“The first test of loyalty is to kill one’s Alpha and he’ll do it because his mate asked him to. Because she sides with us,” he smiled cruelly. You felt like you’d been physically struck, leaning away from him with wide eyes and he started laughing again.

“The great Kosmos, leader of the Nomad pack is going to die,” he said gleefully and you screamed in rage, ramming the stick into his chest, this time correctly and he exploded under you and you fell to the floor.

Your chest was heaving, mind reeling as you felt dread grip your heart in its ice cold grip. It felt like your mind quickly poured over every interaction you’d had with Atticus since he’d found his mate and while you really wished you could say you didn't believe it, something in your gut was telling you it was true. Alarm bells sounded off in your head and you jumped up and took off running back home. Part of you wondered if this was a distraction, to get you out of the castle grounds. Maybe it was to kill you. Your lungs burned, legs aching as you ran faster than you ever had in your life, your heart beating a mile a minute with fear.

“Open the gate!” you screamed as you ran towards it and the gate opened, you bursting inside like a mad woman. There were people milling about after dinner, all of them turning to you with wide eyes. You were bloody, a frantic look on your face.

“What the hell happened?” Billy asked roughly as he ran over to you, his dark eyes wide and worried yet anger flashed behind them. You didn't answer him as your frantic eyes scanned the people, desperately looking for Kos.

“Kos… I need… I need Kos,” you muttered through your pants and then you saw him. He came out of the mess hall but you knew immediately something wasn't right. He stumbled a little, a hand over his heart and as he looked up and met your eyes, you knew something was wrong and you knew he knew it too. You found yourself frozen in time as you looked at him, his lips blue and you couldn't breathe. But then he cried out, clawing at his chest in pain as he collapsed and you shot over to him as everyone else called out in shock around you.

“No, no, no! Kos! Please!” you begged as your knees hit the floor, your hands coming to his face. Blood was pouring from his mouth, nose and eyes, eyes that were open and vacant and you sobbed as you shook him.

“Someone help him!” you roared, anger, pain and fear lacing your tone. Curtis crouched quickly beside you, checking him over hurriedly but you knew. You knew it was too late, you knew he was gone and the look on Curtis’ face told you as much. You jumped to your feet, the pain making you feel like you might die. Atticus did this. He did this because his mate told him to. An agonizing scream ripped from your lungs that echoed all across the grounds and in an instant, where you were once standing was now a large white wolf with golden eyes that burned like flames. Everyone started panicking, some running and others screaming as you snarled and snapped your jaws.

“Holy shit,” Frank murmured and you turned to see Billy with the widest eyes you’d ever seen staring at you. He held his hands up, slowly advancing on you.

“It's alright, Y/N,” he soothed carefully but your top lip curled as a deep growl rumbled from your chest and he stopped moving, looking up at you worriedly. Nothing made sense, the only thing you could feel was a deep agonizing pain that ripped your soul to shreds and all you could see was red. Movement caught your attention from the other side and when your head whipped around, you saw some of the guards and warriors moving towards you carefully. You snarled dangerously, lunging forward as you snapped your jaws but the guard who had almost been trapped in your jaws jumped back quickly, falling on the floor and the others dragged him out of the way quickly. You felt a sharp stinging sensation in your neck that made you growl and you looked to the other side and Billy stood there, a tranq gun in his hand as he watched you in horror. You bared your teeth to him, a low growl vibrating in your chest as you went to pounce but your legs didn't work, collapsing from under you. Then everything went black.

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rorywritesjunk · 1 month

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(ok I couldn't wait anymore, this is Birdie x Buggy birthday fic. Today's my birthday and I decided I got to do what I want so this is considered a spoiler for their fic and their baby I guess?)

Birdie told Buggy the night before that one of his birthday presents was sleeping in and he didn't have to worry about anything, like the kids, unless he wanted to. Part of him was okay with that. Having a four year old and seven month old was more tiring than he anticipated.

He was so grateful for Birdie.

He woke up in the late morning, reaching over to her side to see if she was there by chance. Her side was not warm in the slightest, telling Buggy she had been awake for a while.

There was a noise at the door and Buggy looked up, squinting as he tried to focus on what he was seeing. Darby was there, thumb in his mouth and stuffed toy in his arm as he watched Buggy. His dad rubbed his face and sat up, frowning.

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"Mama's making breakfast for you." He told Buggy as he wandered over to the bed. Buggy nodded, yawning as he rubbed his face sleepily. "Pancakes! Lots of food."

"Are you here to wake me up?"

"Uh huh."

At least he didn't jump into bed and knee Buggy like he did the other morning. Buggy waited a moment, making sure he was dressed under the covers, before throwing them back and getting out of bed. He pulled a shirt on before grabbing his son and throwing him over his shoulder, tickling the bottoms of his feet as the boy squealed and flailed, giggling excitedly as Buggy carried him to the kitchen.

Birdie was already cooking, Finn bundled against her with a wrap, keeping her arms free but the baby happy. He perked up when he saw Buggy, babbling and wriggling around excitedly as his dad walked up and kissed Birdie on the cheek.

"Happy birthday." She grinned as she turned to kiss him. "Did Darby complete his mission?"

"Yep." Buggy said as he leaned over to kiss Finn on top of his head. "Didn't use his knees this time, just stood in the door and stared at me."

"Aw, he was supposed to jump on you." She told him as Buggy headed to the table, putting Darby down in a chair. "Next time."

"If he knees me in the same place again, we won't be having anymore kids." Buggy pointed out as he sat down as well. "Performance will go down, I'll be grumpy, d'you want to deal with a grumpy Buggy?"

"I've dealt with a grumpy Buggy plenty of times." Birdie told him as she poured him some coffee and brought it to him. She reached into her apron pocket and pulled a package out for him. "Here."

"What's that?"

"Your present, goof." She grinned as she unwrapped Finn and handed him over as well. With that happening, Darby was next, not wanting to be left out so he crawled into Buggy's lap. Buggy managed to use his arms to hold the boys while his hands popped off and removed the twine and paper that wrapped the gift.

Between Finn trying to grab the paper to put in his mouth and Darby trying to help Buggy open the gift, Birdie went to finish breakfast, leaving her boys alone for a moment. It took Buggy a few tries to open it before he finally handed it to Darby, letting him open it while keeping the twine away from Finn.

"Look, daddy!" Darby held the package up. "It's us!"

Buggy's hands took the photos from him, sifting through them. It had to be a few months ago as Finn looked younger in the pictures. There were several of the boys together, several single ones, and one of Birdie with the boys. The photos weren't fancy and they were all in their regular clothes, but it was the thought that counted. Buggy didn't have as many photos as he would have liked of Darby, and to have one of his sons together was thoughtful.

"When did you have time to take these?" He asked, voice cracking slightly as Birdie brought the food over. She kissed him on the forehead before taking Finn out of his arms so he could eat.

"We did it after Darby's birthday. I had Cabaji get a camera." She told him as she brought Darby his food next. "The boys did so well getting the pictures done."

Buggy nodded, looking at the pictures. The boys had big smiles in most of their photos; one of Finn had him on his stomach, looking up in the direction of the camera. Buggy wondered if Birdie was doing something to catch his attention to have him focused. One of Darby was a profile shot, the boy looking off to the side, a look of concentration on his face that was reminiscent of his father at times. It was sweet.

"Like I said before, your genetics are strong, Buggy." Birdie said, interrupting his thoughts as she sat down at the table. "The boys look so much like you."

"Yea, yea." He mumbled, sniffling as he rubbed his eyes. She glanced over at him but said nothing, handing him a napkin. "Um, thanks, I love it."

"Knew you would." She smiled as Finn pulled on the front of her shirt, babbling and cooing, making happy baby noises. "I love you, and the boys love you. You're a good dad."

He nodded, sniffing and rubbing his nose as he put the photos aside. "Thanks, I love you guys. Imma frame these."

"Happy birthday!" Darby said, looking between his parents, making sure they were the right words. Finn squealed, bouncing in Birdie's arms excitedly. "Yea? Happy birthday!"

"Yes, happy birthday daddy." Birdie chuckled as she leaned over to give Buggy a kiss. "Eat your breakfast, we got more fun things later."

#buggy the clown #birdie x buggy #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc #opla buggy the clown #opla buggy the clown x oc #opla buggy x oc

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inaris-mage-of-storms · 1 year

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Farmboy AU Part 6. Jimmy and Scott return home from Tumble Town, and explore an abandoned mineshaft.

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When Jimmy woke the next morning, the sunlight streaming in through a crack in the curtains was already strong, and Scott was awake and watching him. Jimmy smiled sleepily and snuggled into Scott's bare chest. "Morning," he mumbled.

"Good morning," said Scott, kissing Jimmy's forehead until Jimmy turned his face up for a proper kiss. They lay there in the morning sun, exchanging soft kisses and gentle touches until there was a knock at the door. "Yes, what is it?" asked Scott with a sigh, pulling the sheets up around their shoulders before settling his arms back around Jimmy.

"Good morning, lovebirds," came Irene's teasing voice as the door creaked open. "I hate to interrupt your lie-in, but it's nearly ten. And..." She hesitated a moment before her voice took on a more serious tone. "Sheriff Russell was in here this morning asking about you. I convinced him to leave you be for now, since you were still asleep, but he's probably going to try to find you again when he gets back from checking the perimeter."

"I see," said Scott. "It's a shame we should really be getting back to the farm and will have to miss him."

Irene laughed and set a bundle down on the nightstand. "I thought you might say that. I fixed up a couple meals so you could get on the road and not have to worry about breakfast first." She paused in the doorway as she left. "I don't know what he's thinking, but...be careful," she said, and closed the door behind her.

Scott and Jimmy got dressed and left the saloon right away, not saying much until they were halfway back to farm and stopped to eat. "I wonder what the sheriff's problem is with you," said Jimmy, scooping up some of the beans with a slice of bread. "He doesn't even know you."

"Some people are suspicious of strangers," said Scott. "I can't say that I blame him, but I've had...issues, with corrupt authority figures before. So I'd rather avoid him."

"You and me both," muttered Jimmy darkly. "I can't believe he's trying to get money out of Granddad. We don't even have that much saved up, just a handful of coins tucked back in his sock drawer."

Scott chewed on a piece of jerky thoughtfully. "That's not the sort of thing you should go around telling just anyone," he said eventually.

"Huh?" Jimmy looked up from the last bite of his food. "Oh. I mean, you're right, but well. You're not just anyone, are you?" He smiled and looked away shyly. "We're...friends, right? It's not like you'd steal from us."

Scott smirked and nudged Jimmy's leg with his boot. "Just friends? I'm hurt," he teased, and laughed when Jimmy blushed. They packed the empty plates away and continued their way home as the sun continued its descent west.

Jimmy's grandfather was waiting on the porch when they returned just before sunset, and visibly relaxed when he saw them approach. Jimmy chattered about their trip all through dinner (with a couple of details omitted, Scott noticed gratefully). They easily settled back into the usual routine over the next few days, with the exception of Jimmy slipping into Scott's bed at night instead of continuing to sleep in his grandfather's room.

On the days when chores were finished early, Jimmy and Scott continued to explore all over the savanna. One of their explorations took them to the edge of the biome that bordered the mesa, and Scott nudged Jimmy when he spotted something in the side of the terracotta cliffs. "Look! There's a mineshaft." He looked at Jimmy and grinned. "Ever explored one before?"

"Not really," said Jimmy uncertainly, but he followed Scott up to the entrance anyway. "Poked around the very edges of one a couple of times, but Granddad said they can be really dangerous."

"They can be, but there's usually something in them that's worth the risk, if you're well-armed," said Scott, and patted the short sword sheathed at his side. "You've got your knife on you, right?" Jimmy nodded, and they made their way down the dark hallway.

Scott took a torch from the wall and lit it with the flint he carried in his bag, then palmed a piece of chalk and marked the wooden beams whenever they turned down another hall. "What's that noise?" asked Jimmy quietly when they were deeper in. "A skeleton?"

Scott turned his head and listened. "Yeah," he confirmed, and crept forward quietly, Jimmy staying by his side. "There," he said, and nodded toward the flash of white a little further down the corridor. "Just the one. Have you ever fought a mob before?" he whispered. Jimmy shook his head no. "Stay here, then, and duck behind the pillar if he shoots."

Scott crept forward on his own, and got close enough that by the time the skeleton noticed him, he was within range to dispatch it quickly with a couple of swift strikes across its spine. It loosed an arrow that thudded into the wood not far above Jimmy's head, but collapsed into smoke and dust before it could get a second shot in.

"All clear," called Scott, and Jimmy stepped closer.

"That was amazing!" he exclaimed. "You moved so fast!"

Scott gave a pleased hum of acknowledgement. "Always go for the neck and spine," he said. "That's where the magic that holds them together runs, and if you sever it they just fall apart. It's an easy kill as long as you can get close before they see or hear you."

Jimmy looked at how deep the arrow had embedded into the wooden pillar and shuddered, but Scott was already headed further down the hall, and he hurried to catch up. They rounded another corner, and Scott's eyes lit up at the sight of a chest sitting in an old minecart. "There we go!" he said excitedly, and opened the lid. "Or maybe not," he said with disappointment, rummaging through the coal and plant material that coated the bottom.

"I wonder if these seeds are any good still," mused Jimmy, picking up a handful. "These look like melon seeds."

"Guess you could try," said Scott, shutting the lid and marking the top of it with his chalk. "Come on, let's see what else we can find."

They spent the next few hours exploring, and Scott cheered up when the next few chests held gold ingots and chunks of lapis lazuli that he slipped into his bag. There were a few more skeletons to dispatch, and once when Scott deemed it safe enough he coached Jimmy through a kill of his own. "Gosh, that was nerve-wracking," laughed Jimmy. "Wait, what's that?"

Scott turned to see a flash of green coming toward them and grabbed Jimmy's arm, shoving him around the corner behind them. "Creeper! Go go go," he urged, and they rushed down the corridor until the mob was out of sight.

"That was a bit close for comfort," groaned Jimmy, sinking to the floor when the hall opened into a small room. "I've never seen one up close before."

Scott laughed and sat next to him, leaning against the wall. "Scary, aren't they? I've had a few close calls before." They rested for a while, eating bread and drinking water from Scott's bag before resuming their explorations, this time working their way back toward the entrance.

They almost missed the last chest, but Jimmy caught a glimpse of it as he peered down a hallway and grabbed Scott's arm. "Hey, there's one more," he said, and opened the lid. "Whoa."

"What is it?" Scott peered over his shoulder, and his breath caught when Jimmy lifted up the large diamond. "It's beautiful."

"It is, isn't it?" Jimmy held it up and turned it, watching it glitter in the light of Scott's torch. He looked at Scott, then smiled and pressed the gem into his hand. "Almost as pretty as your eyes."

Scott turned the diamond over in his hand, hoping the light was dim enough to hide the faint flush of his cheeks, then slipped it into his bag. "Thank you," he said, giving Jimmy a kiss. "Come on, we're almost out. Let's get home before it gets too dark."

#flower husbands #empiresshipping #empires shipping #esmp #empires smp #esmp fanfic #farmboy au #file: storm writes things

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quirkybtsarmy · 2 years

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So, I was wondering if you could do a little drabble where the boys take the reader out, and treat her to some coffee and dessert in those cute little coffee shops? Just some fluff because reader definitely deserves some rest after all the torture she went through 🥺

This sounds so adorable! I'm squealing!

She does deserve a break... I am REALLY throwing her under the bus, aren't I? 🤣😭

Ok. I'll give it my best shot!

Also I have beaten COVID! Woo!

SPELLPROOF One-Shot: Trying new things.

Pairing: ot7 X reader

Genre: Fluff, Fluff and even more fluff, humor (if you find me funny)

Warnings: BTS being cute, YN being cute, everyone is being cute.

NOTE: This takes place in the SpellProof universe but it isn't at the start of any chapter. It is further along, in a sense, but this is just a filler so I can actually make the rest of the story seem coherent.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own BTS. This fan fiction is just for fun!

Today was a great day for YN. Why? Because she was going to do something she has never done.

Going into public with a lot of noises.

To 'normal' people, it's fine; they go on with their lives. YN, however; not so much.

Since she is autistic, her hearing is more sensitive to noise than other people's hearings. Add in her fennec Fox ears and you have a recipe for a disaster waiting to happen.

One time Namjoon forgot to tell her that there was a thunderstorm happening and when the thunder hit her eardrums, she jumped off the couch and snuggled up to Yoongi and Hoseok, shivering and shaking like a leaf on a windy day.

But she is going to be okay. She has her boys with her so she can focus on something and not get overwhelmed by everything going on.

YN was reading one of her fantasy books that Namjoon gave her when there was a knock on the door. Her ears perked up and her tails thumped against the chair.

"Come in!"

The door opened, revealing Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook at her door. Tae walked over to YN, sat in front of her legs and put his head in her lap. YN giggles. Jungkook sleepily walked in, sat down next to her and started whining. Jimin, on the other hand, fluttered over to her and plopped himself on YN's lap, straddling her thick (or as I say, thick with 2 c's) thighs. This move caused YN to let out an 'oof' when Jimin landed.

Taehyung moved his head out of the way quickly and repositioned himself so he was on YNs left side. Jimin took YNs hands and put them in his hair. YN started to scratch his head, causing Jimin to hum softly and put his head into YNs chest. YN giggles again.

"Good morning to you too."

Jungkook looks up, eyes half open.

"YN-ah, Hobi-hyung wants you downstairs, dressed and ready to go out and eat."

As YN was about to answer, a loud stomach grumble answered for her. YN slowly looked to her left and saw Tae pouting.

"I wanted to eat breakfast, but Jin smacked my head with a spatula. He said that we should treat you to some food from his abeoji*s restaurant. So... Could you hurry?"

YN looked at Jimin for an opinion, but he currently had his head leaning back slightly into YNs hands. His eyes were closed in pleasure (minds out of the gutter... I see you...) His mouth slightly open with a smile and his wings were fluttering. YN tapped his head, causing Jimin to snap out of his trance.

"Hey! Why did you stop?? I was enjoying myself."

Tae snickered. Jimin smacked his head in response. "Not like that!"

Jimin got off YNs lap, pulling Tae up with him and push Tae out of the room.

"YN, I have to deal with a brat, so could you deal with Jungkook? Don't worry. It's like dealing with a sleepy puppy. Bye bye!"

Jimin closed the door, leaving YN with a sleepy Jungkook.

(Can I just say... Jungkook being sleepy is the cutest thing I have ever seen. And I finally have found out how to put in GIFs. Geez. Took me long enough) She crouched down in front of Jungkook, who was slightly swaying. She looked at the clock on her bedside table. 4pm.

How is this boy sleepy AT 4PM??

She looked back at Jungkook. "What are you so sleepy, Kookie?"

She started to stroke his ears, which made Jungkook whine and made his tail thump.

"Mmmmm.... Playing..... Games.....TaeTae....Not my fault...." Jungkook sleepily mumbled as he pushed his head into YN's hand more.

Ah. That makes sense.

Well, Hobi said to get ready. So she has to. There is one problem.

There is currently a wizard wolf boy on her floor, sleepily swaying.

Could she call one of the boys to grab him? No. They are probably busy. Could she get Bam or RJ to do it for her? No. RJ was with Jin and Bam was outside with Hobi, who was currently making sure that the flowers around the property were taken care of.

She huffed. It's time to take matters into her own hands.

'He looks pretty light...' YN thought to herself.

She retracted her hand from Jungkook, who let out a sound of annoyance. YN put her hands under Jungkook's thighs and lifted him into her chest. Jungkook's head flopped onto her shoulder. She grunted.

'...never mind...'

YN carefully turned around and went to her door. She opened it and slowly and steadily, went downstairs with the sleepy maknae in her arms.

Namjoon was reading one of his many books when he saw the woman bring Jungkook down the stairs. He watched with wide eyes and an agape mouth as YN went to the couch and tossed Jungkook lightly onto it. YN turned around, then jumped at the sight of Namjoon.

Namjoon was sat in a beige chair wearing an oversized sleeveless hoodie with blue and white text that says BALENCIAGA PARIS with an emblem in the middle, blue baggy jeans, white sneakers and an orange beanie.

Namjoon shook his head in shock.

"How... Why... How did you do that?"

YN looks at Jungkook, who was now sitting up, looking around the room sleepily.

"Ummm.... With my hands...?"

"But how did you hold him up?!"

"Uhhh... With my arms..."

"I mean, I thought that we could hold things up, but damn... I'm mistaken!" Namjoon smiled at YN.

"There's one thing that we can't hold." Yoongi said while walking into the room and flopping on the couch, causing Jungkook to get up and go into his room. Yoongi was wearing a black sweatshirt and sweatpants with white sneakers. Simple, yet effective.

"And what would that be?" YN asked.

Yoongi smiled at YN "That, my curious 12 Tailed Fox, would be alcohol."

"...oh..."

Jimin fluttered into the room and sat in front of Namjoon. Jimin was wearing a dark green sweatshirt that said BE A GOOD HUMAN on the back with yellow smiley faces on the elbows, black skinny jeans and black Chelsea boots.

"Hey! We can hold our liquor. I'm a goddamn pro!"

"Remember what happened at Ossu Seiromushi on our anniversary?"

Jimin's face paled. "Are we going there today?"

Yoongi gave Jimin an evil grin. Jimin looked at the ground in shock and cussed out Yoongi in Korean.

Namjoon was silent, let out a silent giggle then went back to reading while shooing YN away, signalling her to get ready. She went upstairs into her room and opened her walk-in wardrobe.

She looked around her wardrobe with slight shock in her eyes. Why did she make all the boys get her clothing options? There were so many options that it made her have a slight meltdown. What does she wear today? Is the weather hot or cold? Was the weather just at the right temperature? Does she wear a dress? If so, does she wear heels, flats or sneakers? Does she wear a playsuit? Maybe a nice T-shirt and pant combo? What about-

A knock on the door brings her back to reality.

"Hey, you ok in there?" Hobi asked from the other side of the door. YN smiles. Hobi is like a sadness detector. He feels something is off, he tries to resolve it.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just... There's a lot of clothing, that's all."

"Awwww! You'll be fine! I have faith in you, sweetie! Anyway, I'll be downstairs with the boys. See you in a moment!"

YN looked back at the clothing and took a deep breath. She looked at the temperature on her phone. Not too hot. Not too cold. Just right. She is feeling in a dress mood today so she went to the dress part of the wardrobe.

She looked at her dresses. She pulled out a beautiful floral dress that Tae got her from Gucci. She looked at the price tag. She almost choked on her own spit.

Yeah... She's putting that back.

She saw a short neon green dress. Nope. Not in a million years. Then... She saw it... The dress that she was looking for.

The Strawberry Dress.

The dress was beautiful. It made her feel like a princess. She immediately grabbed it and put it on. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked... Amazing. She put on white sneakers and accessorised with a small white purse, some silver earrings and glasses with a clear frame.

She giggled and walked out of her wardrobe with a confident stride. She walked down the stairs and caught all the boys attention. Well... Except Jin.

"Wow... YN, you look..." Jungkook said while walking towards her.

"Weird?"

"Like an angel..." Jungkook held her hand and lifted it up so she can spin for him. She did, causing the dress to flow freely with her movements. She truly looked like an angel.

YN giggled, grabbed the car keys from the key bowl (I don't know if you guys have that, but it's a bowl or place where you put your keys...) turned around and jingled the keys. "Well, shall we?"

Jimin tilted his head. "Since when could you drive?"

While Jimin said this, the boys and girl started to lock up the house so they could leave without the worries of being burgled.

YN thought for a moment. "I taught myself, got what I needed for the requirements for a license, then POOF! I can drive."

Tae chuckled while getting in the car. "You're lucky Namjoon didn't teach you. Otherwise the car would be engulfed in flames." This statement caused everyone to laugh. Except Namjoon.

"Boy, you are so lucky that I don't whoop your ass..."

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The restaurant was very quiet. Probably because Jin made everyone who made a loud noise leave the premises IMMEDIATELY! He didn't want his jagi to have a sensory overload, did he?... Wait... Jagi?

Jin saw the boys enter with YN in tow, who was currently holding Hobi's hand and was looking at the different decorations in curiousity. It was very nicely decorated. Maybe she could decorate the house like this.

"YN-ah!" Jin walked out of the kitchen and went to YN with his arms open. YN smiled and went into Jin's embrace. Jin swayed side to side since he knows that the movement helps stimulate her in a new place.

"Are you ready to try delicious food, made by yours truly?" Jin pretended to throw his hair over his shoulder by doing a hair flip.

YNs tails started to thump against her back and in the air in excitement. "I'm ready!" YN then walked over to the biggest table and sat on a chair. The boys looked at her and then walked over to join in her happiness.

"Jin-hyung, how long have you been here for?" YN tilted her head in curiousity.

"Well, my appa asked me to prepare food for today today and there wasn't really any business happening so I stayed behind so... I think... From 9 in the morning?"

YN looked at the clock. It's 5 now. YN widened her eyes.

"Why were you here for that long?!"

Jin laughed his iconic laugh(and I mean, *iconic*, darling).

"I wanted to treat you. I've been treating these boys for a long time now. Whenever someone new comes along, I make them food. Probably the potion conjuring part of me kicking in. *Snickers* Since I think you might be around for a while, I'm going to spoil you whether you like it or not." Jin ended his sentence with a smile.

Jin flicked his wrists and different plates of Korean dishes came out from the kitchen. When the plates were set in front of all the boys and YN, all of their stomachs started to growl in unison like they were in a band. (Hmmmm... A band you say?🤔🤔🤔)

YN was overwhelmed. In a good way. She has never had this much food in front of her before. But boy, she going to enjoy every single bite. Since she isn't Korean (if you are, I'm sorry!) She was learning about the different dishes that the boys (aka. Yoongi and Jin) made.

Slowly but surely, she identified all of the dishes on the table and smiled.There was kimchijeon* bibimbap,* tteokbokki*, bulgogi*, jjiage*, Korean fried chicken, bibim nengmyun* and samgyetang* on their table.

Jin remembered her favourite foods.

From a nod from Namjoon, it was a Food. Frenzy. Boys grabbing food from left and right. Conversations were happening like they hadn't seen each other in years; talking about the weather to how the greenhouse was coming along.

While enjoying her Korean fried chicken, she looked at all of the boys. She loves the chaotic behaviour of them. Jungkook is currently having a debate on whether his girlfriend in the future would peel a perilla with Jimin while Namjoon and Jin were trying not to spit out their kimchijeon.

She had another bite of her meal and closed her eyes in content.

This is something she could get used to.

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No cliffhanger this time. Huh.

Anyway. I hope you guys enjoyed!

Korean translations (If it's wrong, blame Google)

Abeoji - father

Appa - dad (this is only appropriate when a son/daughter calls their father this)

Kimchijeon - Kimchi pancake

Bibimbap - consists of warm rice topped with mixed vegetables, beef or chicken, and raw egg, as well as soy sauce and a dollop of chilli pepper paste for seasoning.

Tteokbokki - red rice cakes

Bulgogi - consists of thin slices of marinated beef sirloin that are cooked alongside sliced onions, green peppers, and garlic using a charcoal burner, resulting in a distinctive smoky flavour.

Jjiage - Korean stew

Bibim nengmyun - spicy cold noodles

Samgyetang - Ginseng chicken soup.

Hopefully that was all the translations. I got the food ideas from this website: https://au.hotels.com/go/south-korea/great-korean-dishes

Anyway, have a good day!

Author Emily OUT! 💜

Taglist: @nonbinaryidiot @kookiecrumb @exactlyfuriouscoffee @angelic-lawyer @candied-lavender @persphonesorchid @singukieee

#bts fanfic #bts poly au #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts imagine #bts polyamory #bts au

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jassackles · 2 years

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An Actress Life - Chapter 16

warnings: crying reader, death threats, verbal violence, fluff

word count: 1,604

A/N: enjoy reading!

Y/N wakes up the next morning, seeing Jensen staring at her and playing with her hair, a loving smile resting on his face as he admires her.

"Good morning." She says sleepily and he gives her a gentle kiss on the head. "Morning." He says softly and smiles lovingly. "Yesterday, really was the best birthday I had in years." He whispers softly as he holds her close, making her turn her head slightly. "Really?" She asks softly, caressing his chest gently.

"Yeah." He says softly and pecks her lips gently, earning a loving smile from her. "When is the dinner at your parents' today?" "At 6pm." He answers. "Great, then we can drive to my apartment and get my stuff." She says sitting up and stretching muscles.

"Yeah, then you're finally officially moving in." He says happily and gives her a soft and loving kiss.

She smiles and wraps the blanket around herself as she gets up, taking it with her

"Hey!" He yells. "Ups." She says innocently with a laugh and walks to her suitcase. She grabs fresh clothes and disappears into the bathroom to take a shower, getting ready for the day.

A few minutes later, she walks out of the bathroom and goes downstairs into the kitchen. She takes out a pan and starts preparing the dough for pancakes, mixing the ingredients, when she feels her phone buzz inside her pockets:

@jensenackles tagged you in a post.

She continues to make pancakes and tells him to sit down, when the dough is almost gone and the plate already filled. He sits down smiling as he watches her, to him she's the most beautiful and pretties woman alive. He just can't wait to pop the question.

Jensen watches every step she does and smiles. "Why are you smiling?" She asks with a small blush.

She gets plates for them and sits down. "Nothing, I'm just really lucky to have you." He says and she blushes with a shy smile.

"So romantic, Mr Ackles." She says playfully. "Well, I'm lucky too." She adds and pecks his lips gently, a smile resting on their faces. "Let's eat, I'm starving." He says happily as he looks at the pancakes. They eat breakfast, they talk about the party, he thanks you again for the party yesterday. They finish breakfast and keep talking.

"So when do we drive to your apartment and get your stuff?" He smirks, can't wait to make her finally move in with him, officially. "Yeah, I wanted to ask you the same." She says with a small laugh. "Then let's go." He says happily, already getting off his chair and grabbing his keys. She laughs at his excitement and quickly puts the dishes inside the dishwasher, before they walk outside.

They get there 20 minutes later and she tells him to walk into her apartment as she gives him her keys, so she can check on her mail, feeling surprised that she has so many letters, that don't seem to be bills. She opens one of the letters to see this:

You little hoe, I hope you gonna die soon. Jensen deserves so much better than you.

I cannot understand, why you two are back together. You're not good enough for him.

So please just die or I'll kill you, you bitch!

Tears start welling up in her eyes and she sits down on one of the stairs to stop herself from falling. She opens the other letters, more death threats, more people threatening to hurt her, more people wanting her to leave Jensen alone, more people who think she's a bitch. What's the worst, they know where she lives, they found out where she lives. To be honest, she's glad she stayed at Jensen's place, not wanting to know what would've happened if she did go to her place.

She sits there on the stairs, rubbing her forehead, she never expected to get so much hate. She never expected to people to be this bad and mean and wanting to harm her in this kind of way. When she calms down a bit, she walks upstairs into the apartment, she once called home.

"Why did take so long?" He asks softly, packing w stuff, but she doesn't answer. "Y/N/N?" He asks softly, thinking she didn't head him. All she does is sitting on the couch, looming at those horrible letters 'fans' wrote. "Y/N?" She looks at him with red and puffy eyes, he frowns deeply not understanding, what's going on. "Hey, look at me." He softly lifts her chin."Why were you crying?" He asks and notices the letters in her hands.

He takes the letters and reads through them. His face twitching in confusion, angers, hurt and sadness. He doesn't understand why people would write awful things like ghat. He hugs her tightly and she fists his shirt in her hand. "Jay, they know where I live." She says between sobs. "Shhh, I know." He says and strokes her head. "I'm scared, what if someone really kills me?" She sobs, feeling even more scared of the world, realizing how ugly it really is. "Shhh, this will never happen. I promise." He kisses the top of her head.

"You have to be strong, don't let these bad people get to you, okay? I love you, that's all matters." She nods sniffling and looks up into his eyes. "I don't deserve you." He leans in and kisses her gently. "I don't deserve you." He whispers softly, when he cups her cheek. "I love you too. It's just- it hurts, that people don't accept, that we're back together. They don't know the truth, they're just judging me by rumours, they heard from the media."

"Exactly, they don't know the truth. So you shouldn't care about them, they're idiots. Dumb haters." He tells her softly. She slowly pulls out of his embrace and wipes her tears with her sleeve, before getting up. "Okay, let's get the important stuff out of here." She says with a weak smile.

She packs her clothes, some kitchen things, bed sheets, one shelf she loves a lot and her smartTV. "You know we can buy a new one." He says with a smile. "I know, but we can also use this one, it's just 1 year old." She tells him.

"You're right." He says with a nod. She puts the things into his car, wondering how everything fits in.

She gets into the passenger seat and Jensen in the driver seat. They drive back and unload her stuff. Her favourite shelf and TV come into the bedroom.

The TV goes on top of the shelf, she unpacks her clothes and takes them to the walk-in-closet. After a while she lays on the bed and turns the TV on. Jensen enters the room and looks at the TV.

"Hey! You continue watching without me?" He asks with a small pout. "Uh, no." She says innocently not looking at him. He lays down next to her and starts tickling her. "You're a liar and this is your punishment." He says playfully with a chuckle.

"Jensen stop!" She says between the giggles, trying to catch her breath. "When you admit, that you were about to watch without me." He says as he continues to tickle her.

"But that's not true." She says laughing and he tickles her more. "Sorry, I didn't hear, what I wanted to hear." He says with a grin, still tickling her.

"Fine, I was about to watch without you." She admits with a small grin. He's half on top of her and looks straight into her eyes. "I'm proud of you." He says softly as he smiles adoringly. "Where's this coming from?" She asks slightly confused.

He plops down next to her and wraps his arm around her shoulder. He looks her into the eyes and cups her cheek. "After all these days you didn't stop fighting and after these letters you didn't stop smiling." She feels her heart flutter at his words, he really is the best man, she'd ever have. "Because of you." She smiles lovingly.

He smiles lovingly as well and leans in kissing her lovingly and gently as he caresses her cheek. He hugs her close, while he kisses her softly. She smiles against his lip, caressing his chest gently. He pulls away a moment later, smiling at her as she pecks his nose.

Jensen switches the TV on and they watch the TV show, they've been watching for a while. After 2 or 3 hours of watching TV she gets up. "Hey, where you're going?" He asks with a pout and reaches for her wrist gently."Uh honey, did you check the time? We have a dinner at your parents' today and maybe we should get going." He pulls her close to himself.

"But I want to stay here with you. In bed." He whispers into you her, she swears she could hear a smirk in his voice. "Jensen I'd love to, but we promised to your parents, that'll we be there." She says smiling. He pouts and gives in before the two of them get ready for the dinner at his parents' place.

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addsalwayssick · 5 months

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Based on @xxcelestialxoxo headcannon

@themanfromeire @yourmom-isgay (thank you for holding me accountable)

also i’m sorry for any mistakes this wasn’t proofread at all in fear i would get writing dysmorphia and delete it all so bare with me

“Harry, let’s go!” James said, kissing his husband on the cheek and grabbing Harry’s breakfast, which he’ll eat in the car.

Harry, who was incredibly small for his age, and just silly, had a piece of toast stuffed in his big cheeks.

Regulus kissed him back, and gave a small hug to Harry.

James picked Harry up, and put him in his car seat. “You going to have a good day?” James asked Harry as they were driving there.

“Yep!” Harry said, clapping his hand. James couldn’t tell if he was excited or if he was signing. They were trying to teach Harry sign because Remus was deaf, and they wanted them to be able to communicate.

Harry smiled, so James assumed it meant excited. They drove, with James looking back at Harry to make sure he was ok every few minutes.

“What’re you going to do today, Bud?” James asked, smiling at Harry in the mirror.

“Draw. Today we’re learning how to use watercolors!” Harry said.

“That’s good. Maybe now you won’t always be making a mess when you use Papas’.” James teased.

Harry, at the bright age of 6, let out a distinctly teenager sound. James smiled at him and continued to drive.

Eventually, they got to the school, in which James got Harry out of the car and put his school bag on his back.

James held Harry’s hand all the way to the door, where there was a plethora of parents waiting for their kids to be let in.

James was no stranger to being flirted with, nor did he engage with it, so today was no different. A mom left her son with another mom and sauntered over to James. “I can’t get over how cute Harry is! He matches his father!” She said, winking.

James smiled politely. “He’s just like his mum. Of course, he spends every other week at her house. She’s influenced him quite a bit. I’d rather him be like her than me I suppose.”

“I bet you were a little troublemaker growing up.”

James nodded and started to say that he was, in fact a troublemaker, when they all got let in.

And that was the routine.

Every morning, he got up, drove Harry, had a;

“Look how darling you two are together. It’d be nice to get a little dinner together to talk about them, right?” Another mom had asked James.

James really needed to start appreciating Bells more often. They saved him too much.

He smiled apologetically and waved Harry inside.

Every morning.

Wake up

Get Harry

Drive him

Get flirted with

Smile politely

Leave.

Every morning.

Until, he got sick at some point. It wasn’t anything too dreadful, just the flu. His nose was red and he was pretty congested.

Regulus kissed his forehead, which was burning up. “I’ll take Harry today, love. Then i’ll be back to take care of you.”

“Ok, love you.” James said, rather sleepily.

“I love you too.”

So Regulus got Harry in the car, drove there, and waited to be let in.

A mom came up to him with a confused, and almost hateful look in her eyes. “Where James.” She asked, though it sounded more like a cold statement.

“Ah, he’s sick.”

“With what.”

“The flu.” Regulus said simply.

“And who are you?” The mom asked harshly.

“Sorry?” Regulus asked, confused.

“Who are you?” The mom repeated, her voice more aggressive.

“Regulus?” He said, though it came out as more of a question.

“Are you his brother?” The mom asked Regulus, her arms crossed on her chest.

“Who’s?” Regulus was terribly confused.

“James’s.”

Regulus thought before letting out a started laugh. “Me? No. I’m his husband.”

The mom looked positively offended, scoffing away from both Harry and Regulus.

Harry looked up at Regulus with big confused eyes, to which Regulus shrugged.

#james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius #jegulus #sirius x lupin #regulus and evan and barty #wolfstar #remus and regulus #sirius and regulus #love this headcanon #it’s so dear to me #dear #get it #deer #james is a deer #i’m sorry it’s late #enjoy though

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hellotherepalpalpals · 1 year

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Brought Together by a Five-Year-Old (Dean Winchester x F!Reader) Part 6: The Next Day

Waking to the sound of her alarm, Y/N grunted in annoyance and rolled over in her bed. She sat for a moment, staring at the ceiling, thinking about her misfortune. Leave it to her to find a man like that and not be able to pursue him. It was so typical. Murphy's goddamn law or whatever. She groaned and sat up, rubbing her eyes and looking at her clock just in time to see it click from 6:30 to 6:31. She fell back on her bed with a huff and closed her eyes again. Feeling herself begin to drift back into the lull of sleep she forced herself to sit up. Sighing, she pulled her legs out from under her sheets and slipped off of her bed. She stretched and smacked her lips, grabbing her phone and heading into the hallway. She walked past the bathroom, peeking into S/N's room to check on him. Smiling at the sight of him sleeping soundly, she closed his door softly and went to the bathroom to get ready for her day.

After her shower, she headed down the stairs to prepare breakfast. She hummed softly, placing two slices of bread in the toaster before moving to whip up some scrambled eggs for herself. At the 'pop' of the toaster, she grabbed a plate and sat down with her food. While eating, she pulled out her phone, scrolling through the news and updates from her loved ones. When she finishes her breakfast she checks the time, seeing that it's 7:00 and she should be waking S/N up since Ms. Finnegan wouldn't be out of the hospital in time to get him ready in the morning like usual. She felt badly getting the young boy up at this hour, but she had to be to work by 8:30.

She made her way up the stairs, trying not to feel the flutter in her chest at the realization that she would have to drop S/N off early and would most certainly interact with his stupidly perfect teacher. Slowly opening her son's door, she sighed happily at the sight of him and then stepped lightly to his side. She gently brushed the hair out of his face and softly called his name, telling him it was time to get up. He blinked a few times, rubbing his eyes with his tiny fists and sticking his arms out to his mother, indicating he wished to be carried down the stairs. Y/N scoffed and obliged her adorable son. Picking him up, she headed back down the stairs and began cooking him some eggs and toast. She set him up with his food, ruffled the sleepy child's hair and went upstairs to make sure he had everything he needed for the day and lay out some clothes for him.

Once S/N was fed, dressed and equipped with his backpack and lunchbox, the two headed out the door. S/N reached for his mother's hand, sleep still obvious in his heavy-lidded eyes. Y/N smiled, taking his hand and starting down their front steps. During the short walk to the school, Y/N watched her son sleepily take in the world around him, thinking about how much she adored the little boy and trying to ignore the anticipation and anxiety growing in her stomach at the thought of seeing Dean again. She had stayed up far too late the night before thinking about that man. His bright and genuine smile, those green eyes that swallowed her up, his strong jawline and the way he nervously ran his hands through his short dirty blond hair. Not to mention his adoration for her son, and the way he so obviously liked to enjoy life, making the most of situations. She could go on and on. He seemed too good to be true if she was honest. And, she supposed, he was. Perfect in nearly every way and unavailable because he was her son's teacher. It was a shame. Focusing again on her child, she saw he was still struggling to stay awake so she scooped him into her arms, smiling as he giggled and cuddled up to her chest.

They reached the front doors of the school and she set him down, opening the door to let him walk through. They waved at the secretary and Y/N steered her son through the dimly lit hallway toward his classroom. And his teacher. Dean. Fuck.

She knocked on the classroom door with her free hand, the other holding her son's. The sound of movement filled the quiet early morning air, amplified in the silence and making Y/N a bit anxious. She swallowed nervously before berating herself internally for even being nervous in the first place. She was a professional woman for fuck's sake. The door opened revealing a slightly disheveled looking Dean with a mug of coffee in his hand. He brightened immediately, or so Y/N thought but she brushed the flutter of her heart away as soon as it happened.

"Hey guys, good to see you! Come on in, I was just preparing today's lesson plan." He moved out of the way, opening the door so that the two could step inside. Crouching down to meet the boy's eyes, Dean acknowledged the child, "S/N, can you start unloading your stuff by your cubby while I talk to your mom real quick ok?" S/N nodded and waddled over to his cubby.

"So, thanks a lot for last night. It beat staying home alone by a landslide." Dean said, watching the young boy organize himself before turning to Y/N, "Really, that was very nice and much appreciated despite the fact that I feel a little guilty about taking advantage of your hospitality as payment for... well, doing my job."

"Well, it was a bit more than your job actually entails and it was a pleasure to have you over. S/N loved showing you around, and it was nice to have another adult around the house for a bit." Dean's heart sped up at the twinkle in Y/N's eyes and the melody of her voice. "Thank you so much for watching him last night and for keeping an eye on him this morning."

"Again, it's no problem. This is a fairly normal occurrence, I'll probably have a few more parents dropping their kids off in the next half hour. Castiel and Gabe will be here at exactly 7:45 I'm sure, their mother is very particular." Y/N raised her eyebrows at this and asked, "This happens every day?"

"On the dot." Dean nodded.

Y/N made a face and laughed, "Well, kudos to her for having her life pulled together I guess." Checking her watch she sighed, "I better get going. Thank you again, really." She called for her son, giving him a hug and a kiss on the forehead before waving goodbye to both him and Dean and heading out the door.

Dean watched the woman's retreating figure fade into the dimly lit hallway and let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. He could feel it already, this feeling brewing inside him, and it was ridiculous. Looking back into his room he moved to sit down at his desk and finish revising his plans for the week. S/N had already made himself comfortable at his table, coloring away fervently with a crayon. Dean checked the time and saw that he had about six minutes to spare before he had to deal with the dreaded Ms. Novak. Despite daily encounters with the woman he was not on a first name basis with her and, if he was honest, hated every second he spent dealing with her attitude. He thought she was far too strict with her children, though he supposed they could be a bit of a handful at times. He contemplated waiting out her arrival in the bathroom but quickly came to the conclusion that that would be quite unprofessional and would lead to many angry phone calls or harshly worded emails from Ms. Novak. He groaned when he heard sharp rapping on the door and learned that his six minutes of peace had passed very quickly.

With a forced smile on his face, completely unlike his natural reaction to Y/N and S/N, he opened the door to reveal the two small boys standing perfectly at attention on either side of their mother, same as every other morning. With a curt nod to each child, Ms. Novak allowed them to step forward and calmly walk to their cubbies. Dean barely refrained from rolling his eyes, greeting the harsh woman and thanking her for her time. She huffed and told him that (as always) the nanny would be there at exactly 3:35 and (as always) he must inform her if the insufferable girl (she really was a very sweet kid) was late or broke any of the Novak Rules of Conduct. He assured her he would (he wouldn't) and waited for her to take her daily scan of the room, squinting her eyes in judgment in her attempt to make sure his room was up to snuff. She sighed, apparently finding some fault to disapprove of, but looked at her watch and shook her head, the Ms. Novak way of indicating that while the problem was a disgrace she had no time to remedy it at the moment so it would most likely be included in a ridiculously long email later that day. She shook Dean's hand and turned swiftly on her heel, stalking down the hall, intimidation oozing from every step.

Dean's shoulders slumped and he felt himself relaxing more and more as the angry tapping of the woman's sensible heels faded into the distance. He turned back to the kids, smiling widely at the sight of Castiel coloring happily with S/N and Gabriel already sneaking around the back of the room, plotting some new mischief to be sure. Despite his interaction with Ms. Novak, though granted this had been one of the better ones, he had the feeling that today was going to be a good day.

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#kindergarten teacher dean winchester #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #supernatural fanfic #supernatural #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #female reader #reader insert #single mother reader

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fezco-youphoria · 2 years

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Mornings

a/n: just another very short fluff

summary: A typical morning getting ready for school while living with Fez.

pairing: Fezco x reader

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP

You’re asleep in Fez’s arms when you are suddenly woken up by the sound of your alarm. You reach for your phone on the bedside table and let out a tired groan. It’s morning. Time to get out of bed and start the day.

You try to sit up, but Fez keeps his arm wrapped around you. He sleepily pulls you closer to him.

“Not yet, ma,” Fez mumbles in your ear. He doesn’t want you to go yet.

“I need to get ready for school now, baby,” you frown. You wish you could spend the entire day in bed with your boyfriend instead of going to school.

“Mhmmm,” Fez unwillingly lets go of you.

You kiss his forehead before getting out of bed. Then you head over to the bathroom to take a shower.

Almost every morning has been like this since you’ve started living with Fez. You low-key moved in with your boyfriend because of trouble at home. Your stepfather has a drinking problem and would sometimes get violent with you. One day you went to the convenience store with a black eye. Fez asked who hurt you and you reluctantly admitted the truth. He listened with empathy. When you finished telling Fez what happened, he told you that you were going to come live with him now. You’ve been staying at his place ever since. You prefer living with Fez than with your mom and stepdad because he makes you feel safe.

After you finish showering and getting dressed, you join Fez and Ash at the kitchen table for breakfast. Fez already set a bowl and spoon for you in the seat next to his. You pour some cereal and milk into the bowl and eat your food.

BUZZ, BUZZ

You glance down at your phone and read a text.

“I gotta get going,” you rise to your feet.

You take your dishes from the table and leave them in the sink.

“You sure you don’t need a ride?” Fez asks.

“No, it’s ok. I’m riding my bike with Jules. She just texted, she’s waiting outside,” you tell him.

“Jewel. Word,” Fez nods.

You walk back to the kitchen table and kiss your boyfriend goodbye.

“I love you. I’ll see you at the store after school.”

“Love you too,” Fez softly replies.

You give Fez one last quick kiss on the cheek. Then you grab your bag and walk towards the front door.

“Yo, good luck on that Spanish test,” Fez calls out to you.

You look back and grin at your boyfriend.

“Muchas gracias!”

“There you go. Baby, you gonna ace that shit,” Fez hypes you up.

You blush and shyly shake your head. Without another word, you head out the door. Fez smiles to himself as he watches you go.

#fezco #fezco euphoria #fezco x reader #fezco imagine #fez x reader #euphoria #euphoria imagine #euphoria fic

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sukirichi · 3 years

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— out of reach | gojo x reader

request: Girllllll I just read your jealous gojo fic and my heart went 📈📈📈📈💥💥💥 youre now one of my fav writers 🙏🧎‍♀️And the spicy parts 😫😫😫 💖 If your asks are still open, could I please request a fic where GOJO has a size kink 🥺🥺🥺 my 5’1 ass is obsessed with that shizzzz

pov: you’re gojo’s childhood friend and roommate – which leads to utter chaos – or perhaps utter bliss?

warnings: size kink, lots of teasing, lots of cursing, dirty talk, choking (probably not in the way you think), body worship, lots of size difference scenes, slight manhandling, overstimulation, thigh fucking, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (don’t do this irl guys) + unedited fic :D

notes: idk what happened here LMAOOO but i loved writing this one because i’m short as hell too lol. thanks for this request anon, i hope you like it! <3

word count: 10.5k

masterlist !

If you’re going to be honest, having Gojo as a roommate is something completely unexpected.

Not only are you two from entirely different worlds – him as a jujutsu sorcerer and you as an average human who can’t see curses – but he’s also just someone who is entirely out of your league. He’s respected and looked up to in his field of work, while half of your co-workers don’t even know your name, much less notice you in function parties where you mostly just nibble on sushi before calling it a day and turning back home.

You and Gojo met in elementary school. You could tell from the way he’s surrounded by servants and stern looking adults, firm hands on his small shoulders, that he was different from everyone else.

Apparently, he comes from one of the three big clans in the jujutsu world or whatever. You honestly don’t care about any of that, because Gojo refuses to act maturely about his role in the clan. You still remember how quiet he was on the first day of school, never smiling and keeping to himself despite your persuasion to eat lunch with him or play with him after school in the courtyard.

You miss that Gojo Satoru – the quiet, serious kid who was far too gentle in his actions yet firm in his words and beliefs. When you were still a little girl, you admired how he seemed older than his age, a wistful look in those azure blue eyes of his that you’ve always loved.

To you, Gojo Satoru was your hero. You’ve always been one of the shortest kids in class, and it didn’t help that you really loved pigtails all the way until middle school that made you an easy target from immature people who’s being hit way too fast by puberty and growing each passing day. You never minded your short stature because really, it’s just height, but you couldn’t ignore how your confidence dwindled each day when they called you several array of nicknames.

Too shy to fight back, you’d laugh it off or force a smile.

Gojo wasn’t having any of it. He’d break his silence and immediately pull you to his side (which only made things worse because Gojo was one of the tallest kids in class, further emphasizing how small you are right next to him) before threatening to smack the kids right in the face.

The threat should be enough to land him detention, but because he’s Gojo Satoru, the golden kid everyone loved, they took his word seriously.

At the age of eleven, you started seeing your best friend as your knight in shining armour. Gojo basked in this, growing protective and always glaring at whoever snickered when you walked past them. Sometimes he even bared his teeth to hiss at them, which was honestly so ridiculous now that you think about, though the message – the threat – always came across loud and clear.

So yeah, you love Gojo, you still do.

Years flew by and the two of you grew apart due to work and also as a part of growing up. You still kept in contact, messaging each other once a month to ask the other how they’re doing. His work kept him extremely busy though, and Gojo didn’t want you involved in the dangers of what he’s doing, so he makes sure to keep a safe distance.

Until six months ago, you hear a banging on your door. You’re just about ready to throw hands because your former roommate moved out to live with her stoner boyfriend, leaving you to shoulder all the bills and responsibilities of maintaining a two man apartment.

A sneer forms on your lips as you swing the door open, a scowl already on your face. You assumed it was your roommate who returned to get the pair of lace panties they left in their room, but instead, your childhood friend stands before you, taller (seriously, how has he not stopped growing?) and definitely a lot hotter than the last time you saw him.

One thing leads to another, and now it feels like there was never such distance between the two of you with how easily you both fell back into a comfortable – yet chaotic – rhythm and routine of being each other’s roommate.

Not that you mind, of course. Gojo’s definitely changed a lot from when you were kids. He’s no longer that stiff or sensitive when it comes to others. In fact, it seems like he loosens up a lot more with age, because you can barely recognize the man living under the same roof with you now.

For one thing, Gojo is loud. Like really talkative, won’t shut the fuck up and speaks like he’s in a screaming contest with someone. It doesn’t matter if you’re taking an important phone call or sleepwalking at three in the morning to pee, Gojo is always creating some sort of ruckus.

You’d never admit it out loud, but you loved it. You love him.

He’s definitely a lot more enthusiastic and fun to be with now that both of you have grown up, or in Gojo’s case, simply aged. His maturity reversed backwards because it feels like you’re taking care of a little kid.

Not only does his body clock is practically non-existent, he’s also horrible when it comes to taking care of himself and being punctual with work.

Fortunately for him, you love him, and you both leave for work at the same time. You always wake up earlier to prepare breakfast so you’d both have energy to start the day – although you highly doubt there’s really anything that depletes his endless source of one.

Sleepily walking through the kitchen with your fist rubbing at your eyes, you rummage through the refrigerator for some eggs when you realize there’s none.

Huh, you think to yourself, scratching your scalp. You’re sure that Gojo went grocery shopping last week since it’s his chore to do the outside stuff like buying groceries and throwing thrash, so where did it go?

You open shelf by shelf, checking each corner and shoving cans aside to look for the tray. With a glare, you stand on your tiptoes to pull the pantry open, only to have your mouth fall aghast because it’s all there – right at the back where you can’t reach it!

Fucking Satoru, you grit your teeth while heaving your body up onto the counter. It’s a struggle because not only are your muscles still half asleep, but because the shelf is right in your face, and if you’re not careful enough, you could hit it right with your face and fall over. Of fucking course you know Satoru did this to make fun of you – and now you retract your statement over your best friend.

It’s all a lie.

He’s a pain in the ass. Why do you even bother cooking for him and letting him live literally just a room away when you know he won’t stop pulling shit like this?

Because, the nagging voice in your head tries to mock, he’s your best friend and you can’t really say no to him. This makes you huff as you carefully pull the tray towards you, hooking two fingers at the edge while your other palm grips at the end of the counter for support. No thanks to your short limbs, you’re practically hogging the shelf by now in an attempt to reach it. You look ridiculous, that’s for sure, and you make a mental note to keep Satoru’s windows open tonight so he freezes to death –

“Aw, cupcake,” a sing-song voice emerges from the other side of the room. “You look so adorable. You should’ve woke me up if you need my help.”

“Fuck off, Satoru,” you flip him off. The man only laughs, the rambunctious sound echoing off the walls. It’s way too early in the morning and he’s already so damn loud; something builds up at the back of your head out of frustration already. His grin only gets wider when you finally got the eggs and clutch it your chest, setting it down on the counter while wiping your sweat away from your face. “Freeloader,” you mutter under your breath, ignoring him when he happily skips over to you.

“Ouch,” he places a palm over his chest, although you both know he’s never really affected by anything. “So what’s for breakfast today? You?”

“You know, I can kick you out anytime I want. I’m being extremely nice even going as far to cook you breakfast before you leave for work, so don’t test my patience.”

“Exactly, my best friend is so kind,” Satoru grows the audacity to rest his arm on your head. This triggers a reflexive response from you; shoulders tensing up and hands curling into fists beside you. “I would totally date her if she wasn’t such a temperamental little devil,” you nearly stab him with a fork with his statement, which he thinks he’s being so sly for but you heard it, and you’re most definitely not pleased with it. “Okay, I’m kidding! I’m going to go shower now!”

You roll your eyes at him and heat the pan over with some oil, muttering under your breath that you’re really going to kick him out soon. As if things couldn’t get worse – as if Satoru couldn’t get any worse – he smacks your backside in the process before darting to the showers.

“Gojo Satoru!”

“Morning, best friend, love ya!”

You were right. He is a pain in the ass.

“You don’t always have to walk me to work.”

“I know.”

“So why’re you still here? I’m not a little kid anymore,” Contrary to your words, you stick closer to Satoru when the morning rush of workers and students begin to crowd the streets. Your best friend notices this with a small smile, his hand resting on the small of your back. “Don’t even try, Satoru.”

“I wasn’t saying anything.”

“I know that look on your face,” you fiddle with the buttons of your uniform, sighing when Satoru follows you inside the bus after tapping your phone for two seats. It’s not a surprise to you anymore that most of your expenses are spent by him, for him, and he lazily sprawls his long limbs across the seat before you pulling you down right next to him.

As much as you hate this man, especially because he smirks at the attention he’s receiving from women – even men – in the bus, you have to admit he’s warm and smells damn good. You bite the inside of your cheeks, looking around in slight self-consciousness before inching a little closer, just to feel his warmth. He’s comforting – irrationally so – so you set your bag between the both of you to keep your sanity. “If you keep doing this, Principal Yaga might fire your ass because you’re never on time.”

“Trust me, cupcake, he won’t. I’m too valuable for that.”

How you saw that coming – you can’t tell anymore. The bus ride is relatively quiet and eventless, with you dozing off every now and then because you’re never a morning person. Thankfully, Satoru is more respectful this time around, lolling your head until it drops to his shoulder. After that, he snakes his arm around your waist before resting it on your thigh as a way to say you don’t have to head bang every damn second and just sleep.

On any other occasion, you would’ve hated it. You always look so small whenever you’re in Satoru’s presence. It doesn’t help that he’s long and lanky, either, his slender fingers effortlessly caressing your thigh while almost your entire body is flushed next to him. But right now, he’s too warm, too soft, and you’re too tired that for just a little bit, you allow yourself to relax.

A beeping wakes you up a moment later. Opening your eyes, you push yourself off Satoru when you see an old lady reaching for the handles. No one gave up their seats for her even as the bus driver asked her to find a seat lest she’d fall.

“Grandma, here, take my seat—” You’re about to stand up and offer it to her when Satoru tugs you by the wrist. Because of your small, wobbly composure, pulling you to him takes little to no effort. You end up on his lap, sitting on him as if you’re nothing but a small, dainty schoolbag. Satoru is clearly enjoying this because you feel him breathily laugh on the back of your neck, charming – annoyingly so – as he gestures to the now empty spot beside him.

“It’s no worries, Grandma. She’ll be fine,” he gestures to you, patting your head like you’re some puppy. “Please, take a seat. The bus is already moving.”

“Satoru, get off me,” You wriggle yourself from his hold, which only ends up in wasted effort because this big oaf doesn’t even budge. He even bounces you on one of his thighs, and you dig your nails into his arms as a silent plead for him to stop. He ignores this, ignores your small whines and the apparent embarrassment that has you debating whether to punch him or hide yourself in the safety of his uniform.

“She’s a feisty little one, isn’t she?”

The old lady watches the two of you banter, giggling behind her wrinkled hands. “You’re an adorable couple.”

“I think so too!”

“You’re so going to pay for this, Satoru,” you grumble, face planted onto your palms. This is it – the worst day of your life. It’s even worse because despite your protests, you have to admit his lap is actually comfortable. You’ve already known this before after countless times of cuddling with Satoru during movie nights, but its different when you’re both out in public. It feels...oddly intimate and maybe even romantic when he rubs soothing circles at your back, almost as if apologizing for this event. Most of all, you just hate the way something pools beneath your stomach at having him so close to you like this. “This is so embarrassing. I’m practically crushing you with my weight.”

“Please, cupcake, you barely weigh anything. I could easily lift you off with just my finger,” when you elbow him in the chest, Satoru only laughs, raising both hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’ll stop teasing.”

You give up. No one seems to be paying much attention to any of you anyway, so you sigh, letting yourself hide in the crook of his neck as you watch the city pass through the windows. Your body moves as his chest rises and falls from his breathing, the movement oddly comforting. It’s embarrassing – it really is – but at least the grandma was comfortable until Satoru drops you off near your building.

“You don’t have to walk me all the way there.”

“Why not? You don’t want people to see us together or something?”

“No,” you stare at him from the corner of your eye. It’s no secret Satoru is attractive. This bastard knows it too, judging from the way he confidently and arrogantly swaggers next to you, hands shoved deep in his pockets as he walked with no care in the world. “My co-workers keep asking me for your number every time I tell them we’re not dating. It’s getting annoying at this point how they go Satoru this and Satoru that.”

“Am I hearing it right? Is cupcake jealous?”

“I’m not jealous, I’m disgusted,” you correct, “They don’t know how much of a pain you are to have around. They’re so focused with your looks that they completely overlook the fact you can’t even wash your dirty underwear!”

Satoru frowns at this, pointing his finger to you as if you’ve accused him of a huge crime. “Hey, I wash my underwear.”

“Yeah and last time you did, you mixed it with whites! My work uniform turned a stupid shade of blue! Now I can’t picture the colour of your boxers out of my head and it’s giving me a headache!”

“Wow, Y/N,” the smirk on his face and the sudden drop of nicknames lets you know you’ve said something wrong. Even behind his blindfold, you could tell his eyes are just sparkling with amusement. He’s enjoying this way too much. “I never thought you’d ever picture my boxers. I mean, I don’t mind showing it to you if you ask nicely—”

“Ugh, you’re so hopeless. I’m going to work.”

Gojo laughs when you jog away from him. He catches up with you in a matter of seconds, only having to take a few steps forward before he’s right beside you again. You’re unsure if you should be annoyed it’s so easy for him to always be right next to you, and how he almost always is right next to you while you prefer running away. It muddles with your heart and mind so much you pinch the bridge of your nose, trying not to be swayed by the sickeningly sweet sound of his laughter. “I can’t pick you up later, okay? I might work overtime!” (that’s a lie since Gojo prefers shopping and sightseeing)

Both of you know that’s a lie. Gojo never works overtime. He’s going to work for a few hours and so and call playing around with his students as “on-hand learning” before he goes shopping for stupid souvenirs and wild-flavoured mochis, then end his day by sightseeing and coming back home.

“Wasn’t expecting you to,” you mumble, waving goodbye to him as the office doors close. Slowly, Satoru’s grin and enthusiastic farewell fades into view until nothing but the pale, silver walls of your office greets you.

Funny how you claim to hate this man so much, yet the moment he’s out of sight, everything becomes dull and pointless.

It’s an absolutely shitty day. Your equally shitty boss blames you for something you didn’t even do, all because his incompetent secretary – who you’re sure he’s sleeping with – lost this month’s report and claimed she handed it to you last week when you’re not involved in that kind of work. Logic doesn’t come by them because your boss publicly humiliates and scolds you, calling you all kinds of names until tears are streaming down your face.

You slam the door shut the moment you get home, kicking your shoes off as you head straight to your room. You don’t bother taking your makeup off anymore as you change into a loose shirt and floral cotton shirts, padding to the kitchen after seeing Satoru is well nestled into the couch.

At least someone’s had a good day.

Seeing as the sink is empty, he probably hasn’t eaten dinner. This makes you sigh, because when will he ever learn to look after himself? He’s literally like a child.

Satoru pauses whatever he’s watching before he hovers over you, head tilted to the side as he gazes at you with curiosity. You ignore him and begin to set down some bowls and chopsticks for dinner, all the while Satoru is studying every inch of your tightly pulled face. “Bad day?” he concludes.

“Hmm.”

“Bad day it is then,” he nods to himself. “I can cook dinner, if you want.”

“And have you burn my apartment? No thanks,” you scoff, pushing him aside to retrieve the pans when you see that he’s placed them above again, even after you’ve reminded countless times to just leave it near the holders in the sink. “Ugh, why do you keep putting the pans in this shelf? You know I can’t reach this. I’ve had enough with you pulling pranks on me, and don’t think I’ve forgotten you placed my shampoo above the shower head today, you idiot,” you snarl and hop over the counter again to get the pans, trying your best to fight back the tears that are threatening to fall. “You’re really bothersome, you know that?”

“Then why don’t you kick me out?” he challenges, completely oblivious to how you’re struggling – both physically and emotionally. “You always complain about me being a nuisance here, but you’re not really doing anything to keep me out.”

“Because where else would you go?”

“Technically, I have a room back at the Institute.”

“Yeah, but because you’re so stupid and reckless that you got kicked out of your own home,” you spat out, and you watch as Satoru raises a brow at your statement. Banter is common between the both of you, but something about the intensity of your gaze lets him know you’re serious this time around. “I don’t even know how Yuuji puts up with you. That poor Megumi is right when he says you’re insufferable. You’re good for nothing!”

Satoru scoffs, “Fine, if you hate me that much, why didn’t you just say so earlier? I could easily pack my bags and go since I’m just making everything harder—” Satoru doesn’t get to finish what he’s saying when your hand over the counter that acts as support slips under you, and you fall, legs bent awkwardly while you scream, preparing yourself for the impact. The pan is long forgotten, your only thought was oh my god, so this is how I die.

But it never came, and you keep your eyes shut tight even as warm hands cup your ass. Satoru is breathing hard under you. Finally gaining the courage to crack an eye open, your breath halts when you see that he’s sitting on the floor, with you safely nestled between him.

Satoru has always had pretty eyes, but it’s rare he takes off his blindfold off even when he’s home. This is one of those rare occurrences that he seems like a normal human, dressed in a gray sweatshirt that hands low from his collarbones and magnetic blue eyes staring right back at you. His touch is gentle, almost as if he’s afraid to hurt you, and his voice that is usually loud and teasing comes out breathy and hesitant.

“Are you okay?”

Your gaze drops down to his lips. He’s close, so close, that if you just lean a little closer you could – you snap out of your daze. “Get off me.”

“Cupcake, you’re the one who’s on top of me,” his voice falls an octave lower, eyes flitting down to your clothing – or rather the lack of it – before Satoru takes a deep breath. “Did you really have to wear that?”

“I have the right to wear whatever I want in the comfort of my own home.”

“I wasn’t complaining,” he raised a brow, this time completely in control of himself as he gazes back up at you with a burning gaze. You see nothing but the way one corner of his lips tilt up, almost teasing, and he looks so much like a shit-eater that you feel heat crawl down your spine.

You push yourself off him but your bent foot behind you slips, and you fall forward with your hands clutching his strong shoulders. Satoru catches your leg behind you, drags it forward until your knee is pressed in between one of your warmth, very much still enjoying the way you wriggle away from his hold. He knows his effect on you – but you deny this wholeheartedly.

“Careful, cupcake. This isn’t a slip and slide.”

“I hate you so much,” you bare your teeth at him, slapping his chest until he finally lets go of you. Turning your back to him, you pick up the pan and begin preparing your dinner, muttering curses under your breath as you heat up the stove. “I’m kicking you out tomorrow.”

“Why not now?”

“Eat your damn dinner first.”

Dinner after that is awkward. Although Gojo is someone who can wolf down his meal in three seconds, he takes his time in eating to start conversation with you. Sometimes he asks decent questions like how your day was or he’d talk about something stupid, but he’s quiet the whole time. He even volunteers to do the dishes before retreating to his room, coating the house in silence.

It almost feels like you’re all alone over again.

You’ve gotten so used to him being an utter mess everywhere that when he’s not trying to piss you off and actually giving you the much needed peace, you begin to hate it. Memories of the rude things you’ve said to him a while ago play and in your head, and you bang your head against the wall repeatedly.

How are you supposed to apologize to Satoru now?

The answer doesn’t come until you stare at your walls, wide awake at midnight. The house is still eerily silent and you don’t stop shuffling around your bed in discomfort. Many times, you wished that Satoru would shut up and leave you alone, but now that he’s actually done that, it feels weird. Uncomfortable. It feels wrong.

With a grunt, you kick off the sheets and carefully tread to his room, knocking lightly in case he’s already sleeping. “Satoru?” you call out, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “Are you awake?”

You’ve seen Satoru angry as kids before, but what would he be like now? Would he still want to be your friend? Would he still annoy you by hiding your things somewhere you can’t reach? Or would he be the who is now out of reach? If he leaves...who’s going to walk you to work? Who’s going to complain he doesn’t want to do groceries but buys you things you don’t ask for but want anyway? Who’s going to keep teasing the living daylights out of you if not him?

All these thoughts claw at the back of your mind until your bottom lip trembles. You hate how weak you feel; how you’re never careful with your words.

You never meant it when you said all that.

Your train of thought is cut off when the door swings open, revealing an equally tired-looking Satoru. At the sight of you peering up at him with glossy eyes, he pushes the door wider and steps closer to you, his large hands cupping your face as he leans down in worry. “Cupcake,” his brows pinch together, “Did something happen? Is something wrong?”

“I just wanted to apologize for everything I said,” you blurt out, “I was just tired from work and my boss was being shitty, so I wasn’t totally myself that time and I’m really sorry I took my anger out on you. I didn’t mean it when I said you’re insufferable and that I’m kicking you out so – yeah,” you breathe out, trailing your gaze downwards to stare at your feet instead. It’s difficult to look him in the eye right now. When you finally gain courage to speak again, it barely comes out as a whimper, your hands delicately tugging at his shirt. “Please stay. I like having my best friend around here.”

Satoru doesn’t answer.

You’re about to look up at him just in case you’ve said something wrong, or worse, he refuses to forgive you, but then – “Yeah, I know you wouldn’t kick me out. You’re too much of a darling to say no to me.”

Sigh. Satoru laughs when he sees your shoulders deflate, absolutely shattered in exhaustion. Hiding your smile to now show him you’re relieved, you punch his chest that really feels like a fly had accidentally flew into him. “Way to ruin the mood, Satoru. And here I thought I could have a serious conversation with you for once.”

“Apology accepted,” he beams, tilting your chin upwards so you could look at him. Even in the darkness of his room, his eyes glow, leaving you hypnotized in its beauty. “Plus, I think I’m the one who should apologize. You’re right; I haven’t been the best roommate and I am a freeloader,” he scratches the side of his head in thought. “But I do buy you food all the time though.”

“Yeah, with my money,” you counter, but you don’t really care anymore at this point. You’re beyond elated you’re both fine now, and you shyly gesture to his big, warm bed that suddenly looks so comfortable. “Can I stay here for tonight?”

“You want Satoru’s bear hug?”

“Yes, I do.” There’s no hesitation in your words and you don’t complain anymore when he easily picks you up like a ragdoll using only one arm. He’s surprisingly gentle when he places you both down on the bed, sheets warm and soft as it blankets over you.

It would be perfect – except it’s so damn awkward.

Gojo’s long limbs are everywhere. Your face is pressed into his chest, both your legs tangled together. His arm is sprawled over the curve of your hip, his hand nearly grazing your ass that’s barely covered by the thin material of your shorts, but if he shifts, he’ll end up cupping the back of your thighs which is equally uncomfortable.

He seems to be stuck in the same position because you’re so small, and your knees are grazing his groin. Had he known you’re going to sleep with him, he would’ve worn underwear or even boxers under his sweatpants.

He’s never told you before, but he prefers to sleep in the nude. Satoru only picked up the nearest pair of pants when he heard you knock, and even then, he didn’t have the time to wear a shirt.

Your breath is hot on his skin and he’s so sensitive and aware of all your movements. Satoru clears his throat awkwardly, shifting until his arm lightly holds your back instead, but then he pulls away as if he’s touched fire when he’d unknowingly fiddled with your bra clasp instead. It’s so painfully awkward that Satoru chuckles above you, while you scrunch your nose, silently praying to the heavens above that he won’t hear how loud your heart is beating right now.

“Why is it so hot in your own room?”

“Maybe it’s time you get me an AC.”

“You wish, Satoru,” you mumble beneath him, making yourself as comfortable as you can with your cheek resting on his bicep. It’s not the softest pillow considering he’s pretty muscular, but he’s warm and smells like mint spice nevertheless. “You’re really not going to put on a shirt?”

Satoru sighs, a long and loud one that is extended for dramatic purposes. Suddenly, he pushes your knee off of him, grimacing and thanking the darkness that you can’t see how much he’s struggling right now. “Cupcake, this is hard for me as much as it is for you. You’re barely wearing anything.”

“Since when have you cared about what I wear?”

“I’m a man, Y/N,” is what he reasons with, “You’re lucky it’s me. Had it been someone else and you crawled into their bed wearing these—” Satoru pinches the waistband of your shorts, and you squeal in protest, only making him laugh afterwards before he lets it go and the material snaps back at your skin, “—poor excuse of what you call shorts, I can’t guarantee they’ll give you a peaceful night.”

You know exactly what he’s trying to hint at. Still, it’s hard to believe that Satoru is capable of seeing you that way.

It’s not that you feel you’re unattractive. You know you’re pretty and have been out on many dates, but it’s easy to feel that you’re not sexy when you have the height of a thirteen year old and you’ve been constantly chastised about it.

Satoru’s not-compliment compliment has your heart skipping a beat, and you scoff in response. “Shut up,” you warn lamely, “I want to sleep.”

“Then let’s sleep, cupcake.” You don’t know if it’s because you’re utterly exhausted that you doze off seconds later or if Satoru’s words just held power in them, but soon all thoughts of anything unwanted drifts out the window, his arms keeping you close, completely safe and sound until the worst nightmares couldn’t even come close.

Hot. It’s extremely hot.

You crack an eye open to try and find the source of this uncomfortable heat, but you freeze when you realize you can’t feel your muscles from the chin down. Panic rises in your throat once you see the current predicament you’re in, and a scream rips through your throat so loud that the birds outside scurry away in a flurry.

You’re wrapped in Satoru’s blanket and comforter, rendering you unable to move because of how he’d treated you like a burrito wrap. Even your toes are captured inside this hell, and only your head is able to wriggle side to side.

“Satoru!”

The culprit comes out of the shower a split second later, his hair dripping wet and only a towel hanging low from his lips. If you weren’t so hell-bent on killing him, you would’ve been speechless at the way water drips from his hair down to the curves of his abs, going down down down into a place only your darkest imaginations could take you.

Satoru bends over in laughter as he whips out his phone, jumping from angle to angle and side to side to take photos of you. “Fuck,” he howls, slapping his thigh while you snarl in an attempt to break free. “You’re a lot cuter than I thought you’d be.”

“Satoru! Get me out of here!”

“No, this is way too gold. I’m sending these to my students.”

“Satoru, I’m serious!” The devil incarnate himself falls deaf to your please.

Maybe it’s because the violent intent has coursed through your veins so strongly that a surge of energy and strength overcomes you, and soon, you’ve rolled out of the blanket. The fresh air nipping at your heated skin is most welcomed, but right now, you had a mission to fulfil: obliterate Gojo Satoru.

The platinum haired man is still laughing to himself, too distracted in scrolling through the best photos to send to his students that he doesn’t notice you escaping and zooming straight right at him.

The momentum is enough to catch him off guard until you end up on top of him, short arms clawing your way through to snatch his phone. Satoru yelps when his phone lands out into the living room and your hands come down to choke him. You don’t have plans to kill him, but you want to hurt him enough to remind him you’re not someone he can fuck with.

You’ve just about had enough of this man and you’re so sick of him!

Satoru yells out a “Hey!” when you let out a battle cry, using your legs to kick him back when he tries to sit up. Your plan backfires when your hands slip down his wet skin and you fall face forwards, hands barely touching the ground for support when your lips come crashing down on his.

He stills underneath you. It takes a moment for you to realize that holy shit, you’re kissing him and his lips are so soft that has you scrambling back, but Satoru doesn’t let you.

His large hand comes up at the back of your neck to pull you forward. The sudden movement makes you gasp, and Satoru slips his tongue inside when you do so. You no longer remember how you got here or try to make sense of what’s going on, because he feels so good, tastes so good that you bury your nails in his hair while he ravishes your mouth.

You’re so tiny that his hand cups your entire buttcheek almost possessively, a low growl emanating deep in his throat when your tongue eagerly intertwines with his. Satoru tastes like heaven and everything about the kiss is sloppy – tongue clashing with one another and teeth nibbling at the other’s lips. It’s clear both of you can’t get enough of one another as you moan in his mouth, shamelessly grinding on his crotch, suddenly thankful that you’re always wearing thin clothes when you feel him harden underneath you.

“Fuck, baby,” he pulls away to breathe, a string of saliva connecting the both of you. “Yeah, just like that,” There’s something empowering about the way he pants at your ministrations, especially when you roll your hips faster across his erection. “Keep going, baby, you’re doing – fuck – so well.”

You smirk at his praises, latching your teeth on his neck to suck marks on them. Satoru groans at the same time you muffle your moans through his skin, his hands sliding under your shirt to tug the cups of your bra down. You nearly lose it when he pinches your nipple, bolts of electricity running down your spine at the contact. A moan breaks through your lips just as you come right there and then, the wetness of your sudden orgasm barely hidden in your flimsy underwear.

“Feel good?” he teases and drags your shirt down to the other side, but the post-nut clarity hits. And when it does, it hits hard.

Fuck. You just came from Satoru’s simple touches, and he’s so unsatisfied, still painfully hard underneath you but nothing but panic and regret washes over you like a strong tidal wave. Suddenly, you grow lightheaded as you push yourself off him, fixing your bra while ignoring the confused and hurt look on his face.

“I gotta go to work,” you run out the room, feeling your body tremble as Satoru runs after you. “Make yourself breakfast. I’ll eat on the way out.”

“Y/N, wait!”

You know you’ve just ruined everything – that nothing will ever be the same after that – but you’re scared, utterly and remorsefully so, that you slam the door right in his face as if you don’t have any idea how much you broke him.

You’ll never forget the way Satoru’s face fell when you left.

Just as you thought, nothing is the same after that. The tension is so thick around the apartment you make an effort and go out of your way just to avoid him and the apartment completely.

It’s cowardly – you know this much – but do you ever try to fix the friendship you cherish but shattered completely? You don’t. You don’t because it only crashes down onto you now that maybe your feelings for him aren’t just platonic, after all. It’s even worse because you touch yourself at the thought of him filling you up when he’s asleep, all because you want him so bad and the mere presence of him has your brain malfunctioning.

It isn’t entirely sexual either. Yes, you want to fuck him badly, but it scares you down to the core even more because you want so much more than that.

Now you understand why you always say he’s a bother but never asked him to leave. It’s because you like him, actually romantically interested in him. It makes sense now why you always felt so annoyed whenever your co-workers asked for his number, or how you’re immediately pissed off when Satoru talks about this hot woman he saw at work. You always chalk it up to an excuse you just hate how he can’t keep in his pants, but it isn’t true at all.

It’s because you actually like him – and you’re at a loss on what to do or how to deal with it.

The next few days feels like hell. Satoru isn’t stupid; he knows you’re avoiding him. He stops teasing you eventually and even buys takeout all the time when you lock yourself up in your room right after work, refusing to cook dinner or even eat all so you’d be spared the torture of looking at him.

He’d knock at your door and ask you to eat, but other than that, he’s respected your distance.

You feel like the most terrible person on earth. You don’t miss the way dark circles line under his eyes or how he’s lost his spark, barely even speaking to you when you’ve come or about to leave for work.

You’re alone the whole ride, as well, and it only dawns on you how lonely you are when Satoru isn’t always annoying you all the time.

But it doesn’t make sense. Why is he so bothered by it? Didn’t he regret it? It’s painfully clear you’re not Satoru’s type. You’ve seen the women he dated before, and you’re not close to them so why does he seem like he’s struggling with this as well? Or maybe...he’s just sad that his friend is avoiding him.

Yeah, that has to be it.

Satoru is a man. He was probably turned on at that time, but after giving some thought about it, he probably wants to keep his distance too. He’d be insane if he ever actually wants to date you – his best friend out of all people – because he’s Gojo Satoru and he could literally have everyone else.

You don’t care that you’re a coward.

You don’t care that Satoru is sad to see you this way.

You don’t care because you know he’ll reject you, you know he’ll be weirded if you admit your feelings for him. To him, you’re like his little sister. There’s just no way you two would work out. For now, you have to get comfortable with the uncomfortable. You just need some time to get over your feelings for him, and when you’re confident you won’t fall for him again, you’ll mend your friendship.

You just need time.

“So, Y/N, you still don’t want to give us your friend’s number?”

“Yeah, Y/N, you should share it,” your co-worker encourages by jabbing her shoulder to yours. It’s a lazy Friday night and the staff went out for dinner. You don’t usually come to these hangouts since dinner with Satoru is always much more fun, but he’s the last person you want to think about now, so you happily join them. Now, though, you’re starting to regret ever coming here. “If he’s really single like you said, then it shouldn’t be a big deal to ask for it.”

“Well, since you want it so badly, why don’t you ask him directly for it instead?” you snap, feeling anger begin to trickle. All you wanted was just one day where you don’t have to think of him, but of course they had to bring him up. It’s also annoying how they can never seem to get the message across that you don’t want them dating him. “Why do I have to be the messenger?”

“We haven’t seen him much. Doesn’t he always walk you to work?”

“He’s been busy with his job, that’s all.” And also because I’m avoiding him – so now he’s avoiding me too.

“He’s a teacher, right?”

“Oh, come on, guys, don’t be so dense,” your senpai chugged her drink rather loudly, catching the attention of your nosy co-workers who wouldn’t stop pestering you for his number. “Look at how uncomfortable she looks. It’s obvious she doesn’t want you guys to be involved with her friend for a reason. Think of how weird it is for her too if ever her co-worker and best friend dated. She’s going to feel like a third wheel.”

“I’m not—”

“That makes sense,” your co-worker nodded beside you, “Are you sure you just don’t like him though?”

“Ew, why would I?” the food began to taste bitter through your lies, “He may be tall and attractive, but as his roommate, I’ve seen his ugly side. Satoru is a complete slob and can’t even cook to save his life.”

“I don’t mind cooking for him all the time if I were to be his little housewife.”

“That’s never gonna happen,” your words came out harsher than it was, and you laugh it off with a wave of your hand when your co-workers’ eyes widened. “I’ve been living with him for six months and he’s never brought anyone home or told me he’s going on a date. I told you already, he’s a no strings attached kind of guy. He’s nothing but a one night stand.”

“You have to admit he’s still sexy though.”

Right. You hide your groan through another shot because there’s no way of convincing them otherwise. As much as you hate to admit, you’re actually jealous on how freely they could talk about him like that, but then again, it’s not like you and Satoru were dating – or would ever date, for that matter.

They start to leave one by one when it starts to get late, leaving only you who’s still desperate to avoid Satoru. Nothing prepares you for when the sky darkens and a storm comes pouring just as you’ve left the closing shop, the rain drenching and soaking your clothes through and through. Running under the nearest tree for shelter, you shiver. It’s cold – way too cold – and curse yourself for not bringing a darned umbrella.

The nearest bus stop is like what, fifteen to twenty minutes away? Your teeth are chattering and your legs are shaking, and you fumble through your phone as you dial a number you know by heart before you even realize what you’re doing. “S-Satoru?”

“Y/N,” the surprise is unmasked in his voice, something shuffling in the background before it falls silent. “Is everything okay?”

“Uhm, are you busy right now? It’s fine if you are, I’m just—”

“I’m training with Yuuji, but what is it?”

“Listen, I,” you inhale sharply when coldness bursts through your body, making you shiver and press yourself closer to tree to get away from the rain. Above you, thunder crackles before the rain grows heavier and angrier. “I forgot to bring an umbrella and I’m absolutely soaked right now. The nearest bus stop is fifteen minutes away and all the buildings here look so shady—”

“I’ll be on my way. Text me where you are,” You nod and thank him, too cold and numb to realize you’ve just broken days of silence. You lose track of time under there, hugging yourself until your lips turn blue. It doesn’t take long before Satoru shows up minutes later, his hair equally drenched and sticking flat to his eyes free from his blindfold while he pants, hand on his knees. “Thank goodness you’re safe. I rushed here so fast I forgot to bring an umbrella.”

After seeing Satoru drenched like that, something snaps within you. He doesn’t seem bothered by the fact the rain is unforgiving as it slaps the pavement, and your heart breaks when you see that he’s more concerned for you – even after you’ve given him the silent treatment. “You idiot! Now you’re soaking wet too, you’re going to get sick!”

“Highly unlikely,” he shrugs. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

“But what about—” Satoru suddenly carries you before draping his coat over your head, running until he found a cab to hail. He immediately asks the driver to turn up the heater while you tremble on top of him, not caring anymore that you’re sticking so close to him for heat.

Satoru doesn’t let you go all the way inside the apartment. He sets you down on the couch where you take off your wet clothes in haste, too cold with teeth chattering that you silently take the hoodie and boxers Satoru offers you, making sure to keep his gaze averted the whole time. Once fully dressed, you snuggle back into the sofa’s comfort, stiffening when the couch dips beside you.

Not a moment later, Satoru towel-dries your hair, leaving your mouth and throat dry with guilt. Even after you’ve unnecessarily been a bitch to him, he’s still so kind with you.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Satoru...” you twiddle with your thumbs just as he starts to ruffle the towel in your hair, making sure to squeeze water out of the strands as he dries it. “About what happened the other day—”

“It didn’t happen if you don’t want it to,” his voice is cold’ monotonous and so emotionless you’re rendered speechless. “You can forget about it.”

“I...”

“You regret it, right?” he’s done with drying your hair, and he stands up to place the wet towels in the sink as you watch him stride all the way there. He’s changed his clothes too; looking comfortable in a plain white shirt and some grey sweatpants, looking every bit the domestic boyfriend you’ve always wanted but can never have. “It’s fine. We can forget about it and go back to normal,” to emphasize his point, Satoru winks at you, though it does nothing but make your heart sink.

“What if I don’t want to forget it?” your voice is small; hesitant and wavering with fear. “What if...the only reason I pulled away is because I wanted more of you?”

Satoru’s back freezes as he sets the towel aside. At this point, your heart is pulsing on your tongue, and you dig your nails onto your thighs when Satoru sits down next to you, right next to you. He’s silent the whole time; eyes calculatedly piercing through yours. Your breath hitches when his hands that are burning hot against your cold skin cups your jaw before his thumb runs across your lips, his eyes turning dark at your reactions.

“And what if I said I felt the same way?”

“I,” you gasp, closing your eyes because it all feels so surreal. “I like you, Satoru. I like you a lot and I—” he doesn’t let you finish. Soon, you find yourself in his lap with his hands cupping your cheeks while he smashes his lips onto yours.

Satoru is absolutely feral. He’s breathing hard and almost angry, even, with the way his teeth are biting down to nibble on your lips. You moan when he drags you closer, your clothed centre rubbing on his thigh with delicious friction. “You have no idea,” he rasps down on your lips, “how much I’ve fucking liked you ever since we were kids,” Satoru pushes his hoodie aside, revealing your sweet neck to him, and he doesn’t waste his time in sucking and abusing the poor flesh so he can mark you as his. “I’ve always wanted you, Y/N, it’s always you, always you.”

You fist his hoodie when Satoru sinks his teeth down into the juncture of your neck, his hands curious and exploring every inch of your body. He knows you’re naked underneath his clothes, but it’s a different thing when he actually feels your breasts right on his palm. Satoru tweaks the hardened bud in his fingers, growling when you moan at the contact and use his thigh to get off.

“You—” you gasp as you expose your neck to him, wild and needy as you keep rubbing your heat over his thigh. “—talk way too fucking much,” you scold, finally pushing his lips away from your neck. Satoru chuckles at your eagerness but you silence him by flinging his boxers off of your body and somewhere far away, exposing your heat slick with arousal right in front of him. His pupils blow in excitement, hands coming up to grab at your hips, but his attention is taken away when you nibble on his ear to whisper, “Shut up and fuck me.”

The simple command is enough to make his patience snap. In a flash, you’re pinned underneath him, whining and moaning when his finger meets no resistance as he slips it inside. “You’re that needy, huh?” he laughs even louder when you lose it, humping yourself on his finger because it’s not enough.

“Satoru,” you beg, clutching his bicep when he adds another finger in. “More.”

His fingers are so long, hitting places that your small ones could never reach. He begins to scissor his way in, his fingers deliciously rubbing against your velvety walls while pumping them inside and out in a speed that causes you to squelch around him.

It’s absolutely lewd how you’re eagerly spread out before him, but your head is clouded with lust, no longer hindered by shyness out of your need to cum. Your chest is rising heavily, his thumb now rubbing against your clit as he coaxes you to cum. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he kisses your cheeks, eyelids, nose, anywhere but your lips, his voice so gentle and innocent as if he’s not knuckle deep inside you. “Tell me how you want me.”

“Inside,” you whine, gasping when he brushes against a really sensitive spot that has you clamping down on him. “‘Toru, fuck, just fuck me.”

“Beg for it,” he smiles against your skin, relentless and harsh as he keeps pushing inside you. You feel him everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Another finger adds in until you’re dripping enough on his palm and staining the couch, but neither of you care. “I said, beg for it.”

“No,” you hold back, nearly crying out when he pulls your fingers out of you. That sudden emptiness is back again, but you don’t want to beg. You’ve never begged another man before, and this won’t be the first time you’ll be doing so either. You refuse to let him have the upper hand despite the crystal clear fact you’re already soaking wet for him, but because you’re stubborn, you only fumble with his sweatpants to spring his cock free.

He’s already dripping with pre-cum from the slit, his cock hard and angry. Despite his arousal, Satoru stops you from going further, using only one hand to trap both your wrists. “Beg for it,” he demands again, his other fist already pumping down on his shaft.

You nearly cry at the sight. Both of you are aware that Satoru is capable of pleasuring himself, but it’s not that easy for you. Your small, dainty fingers will never be parallel to the pleasure his long cock could give you. All you had to do was beg for it. He’s right there, within reach, if only you’d just –

Impatient for your answer, Satoru takes you by the hips and discards your hoodie in the process, sinking you down his cock, inch by delicious inch. You don’t hold back from the sensual and high-pitched moan that leaves your lips. He’s long, and the tip of his cock just about brushes your cervix when he bottoms out. He feels so good, so warm and huge and filling you up right where you want him to be. Your head falls down on his shoulder as you begin to roll your hips, but Satoru has had enough.

“Fuck, look at you,” he presses on the bulge of his cock visible through your abdomen. “You’re so fucking small – how do you take me so well? I could ruin you. Do you want that? Do you want me to ruin you?”

“Yes, yes, fuck.”

“You think you can just leave me hanging like that, huh?” he slaps your ass, eliciting another moan from you and making you clench around his cock. Satoru falters for a moment. Before you can react, he stands up, your legs wrapped around his waist with nothing but his tip hitting inside you. “You’ve been so fucking mean – leaving me wanting you like that and ignoring me for days. Do you think you deserve this, huh?” Satoru kicks his door open at the same time he loosens his hold around your ass, making you slide down his length the next second.

“Oh, fuck,” you cry out just as Satoru begins to bounce you, your breasts following the motion of him fucking deep into you. “Fuck, Toru, that’s too—”

He’s so eager to fuck you, to make a mess out of you and have you losing your mind over his cock that he doesn’t even wait until you’re both on the bed. You no longer register when your back hits the pillow, or how your arms are frozen when he pins it above your head.

“You’re so beautiful,” he praises as he watches you clench around him. You’re so small and his eyes zero in on the way your abdomen bulges then flattens again every time he pounds into you, rolling his hips in a way that has you screaming and thighs quaking. “Beautiful, beautiful, perfect,” the moment his hands grip at your hips to pin you down, you know he’s not going to stop. And you don’t want him to.

Satoru latches his lips around your right breast, gently grazing his teeth over it while his other hand pinches and rolls the pebbled nipple between his fingers. He feels so good – and you’re crying already by the time you wrap your legs around him to pull him closer.

The room is filled with the smell of sex, the sound of skin slapping against skin combined with his breathy grunts and your moans like heaven on his ears. Satoru wants you to feel how much he loves you – how much he adores you – and the pace he sets is torturous. He snaps his hips against yours and presses down on the bulge of his cock through your belly, chuckling when you tighten more around him.

Your head lols to the side, tears falling down your pretty face because of how rough he’s being. But you don’t complain, not when he’s filling you in so deep and he’s kissing you everywhere, touching you everywhere, making you feel nothing else and nobody else but him.

“You’re amazing,” he rasps, watching the way your tight cunt sucks him in greedily as if you don’t want him to go anywhere else. “You take me in so well – you really want me to destroy you, huh?”

“Satoru, please,” you finally plead, “I-I’m cumming, I want you, I need you, oh,” you squeal when he finally lets your arms free. You look so precious, so innocent, and he doesn’t let up his pace. He plants his feet into the ground and his strokes begin to grow sloppy, your tight walls encouraging him to go faster, go deeper.

If possible, Satoru is only even more fuelled with the way you look so precious and innocent in that moment. His touch is gentle in comparison to the way he’s mercilessly plowing into you, using his thumb to wipe away the tears streaming down your cheeks. He knows he’s too big for you, that much is obvious from how much you’re already overstimulated just by his size, but your nails sink down on the flesh of his ass as a silent plead for more.

“Fuuuuck, I’m so close!”

“Yeah?” He fondled your clit, loving the sight of your small body creaming down on his cock. “Come for me, sweet girl. I want to feel you coming on my cock. Come on, tell me you’re mine. You’re made me for aren’t you?”

“Yes, Satoru, fuck,” you squeal, throwing your head back for a second when he keeps hitting your g-spot that has you seeing stars. Your toes curl and your hands fist the sheets behind you as he keeps impaling you with his cock right then and there.

You looked perfect; so perfect to him that he’s basically using you for his own pleasure at this moment. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, back arching and nipples brushing against his chest.

In that moment, you grow needy to have him even closer, tilting up to blindly search for his lips. Satoru complies; leaning down and leaving open mouthed breathy kisses that’s a mix of you moaning and crying around him, while he struggles to do so when he’s cursing at the feeling of you coating his cock with your juices. Satoru looks down at your tiny frame trapped in his arms, his voice husky as he groans once he saw both of your arousal absolutely leaking out of your wet cunt.

He’s so close but you’re already over the edge, scratching at his back at the overstimulation. You’re still so sensitive from when you came and Satoru doesn’t slow one down one bit. He loses his rhythm as his thrusts go sloppy, and Satoru buries his face in your neck as his cock twitches inside you until he bursts with his cum leaking out of your hole.

Satoru’s arms give out beneath you, his chest colliding with yours but not enough that he’s crushing you with his weight. You’re both breathing hard and panting, his dick softening inside you.

He pulls back a moment later to slide out his sensitive cock, wincing while he watches pools of cum gather in your pussy before it drips out. It isn’t until he’s witnessing the mess he’s made he realizes how you’ve been so good for him; taking him all the way in despite your quivering frame. It dawns on him now just how tiny you are when he pulls you close to him; you’re practically hanging off his chest with how small your body is.

He wonders how you’re able to fit all of him, but he’s grateful nevertheless. Satoru shows his appreciation by peppering kisses all over your face, his hand snaking down to caress your inner thighs.

“Hmm,” you moan into the kiss, jolting when his knuckles brush against your sensitive clit. “Satoru, no,” you whine while pushing his hand away, and he shushes you with another kiss. “’M too sensitive, please...”

“It’s fine, cupcake, it’s fine,” his nickname for you is back again, and you lean closer to him just as he begins to massage your sore legs. “You did so well for me, cupcake, you know that? You’re such a good girl for me,” too fucked out to have a comprehensive answer, you only nod in response, spreading your legs open again and ignoring the warm stickiness between your thighs as Satoru kneads your abused flesh. You feel him kiss your temple before he leaves to get a towel and cleans you up. Meanwhile, you’re so tired you’re about to doze out in his bed.

“Hey,” he soothes, bundling you up in his arms until you’re tucked in the safety of his body. So small, he coos inside his head, watching as you fold yourself even smaller while your eyes flutter. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you sigh into his shoulder, “I feel good. Thank you.”

Satoru doesn’t really know what you’re thanking him for. He feels like he’s the one who’s mostly indebted to you after everything you’ve done for him. You’ve already fallen asleep before he gets the chance to tell you how he feels, so Satoru only covers you both under his blanket, making sure there’s no more space between you out of fear you’ll distance yourself from him again.

But he doesn’t have to worry about that because you’re right next to him, and you’re never out of reach.

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