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noctumbra · 2 years

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𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔

summary ─ spending three months with a stranger whom you shared a house with apparently was not enough to know them. apparently it led you to ignore a lot of warnings that you should have seen before, but it was too late.

pairing ─ roommate!steve kemp x nurse!reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, fresh spoilers, DARK FIC, strangers to friends to lovers, mentions of c*nnibalism, kissing, pet names, dirty talk, fluff, roommate au, there is no happy ending, implied major character death, knife play, blood play, marking, biting, creampie, masochism/sadism, light degradition, light d/s

a/n ─ this is for april 1st, roommates au day. happy roomie day! it’s my first steve fic, so i might have fucked it up a bit, plz forgive lol. hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youuu <33

title and the lyrica used at the end of the fic are from red flags and long nights by she wants revenge + amazing moodboard by @pinkiebieberpie

It was your friend’s acquaintance who sent you the message: “Heard you are looking for a place? If you’re good with a male roommate, they have an offer for you.” There was a phone number under the message, and you didn’t hesitate to call.

Thinking back, maybe you should have.

“Hello?” A male voice answered the call, and you swallowed. Rubbing your sweaty hands on your pants, you licked your lips.

“I called for the roommate offer? A friend of mine knows you, I guess?” You said, voice trembling only a little. The man made a confused sound and stayed silent for a couple seconds before he let out a ‘ah!’. You bit your lip.

“Yeah, I remember,” he said. “You good with sharing it with me? I mean I usually come home late, leave early, and there are days where I never stop by because I get held up at work.” You frowned. What sort of job he must have been working at to keep him busy like this, you wondered. Then, you heard him chuckle. “I’m a surgeon. Late hours at hospital with operations take a lot of my time.” You felt your cheeks heating up at his words.

“You’re a mind reader, too, I think,” you murmured, making him chuckle again. “Surgeon, though. Why do you need a roommate?” He must be making a lot of money, you thought to yourself. There wasn’t a need for him to get a roommate.

“I can only stay alone for so long, you know,” he explained. “I come home, and it’s dead. No lights, no sounds. My place looks like a photo from a catalogue.” Then, he sighed. You could hear the exhaustion in his voice, and your heart constricted in its small cage. “I just want someone around me, I guess.” You smiled wryly.

“You can get a date for that,” you grumbled and stopped, realizing what you just said. The line stayed quiet before he laughed loudly. You smiled, cringing at yourself, but pleased to hear him laugh. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

He chuckled. “No, it’s fine,” he assured you. “You are right, I can get a date for that, if I had the time.” He made a noise that sounded like regret. “It’s another reason why I want a roomie. I don’t have time to date or make friends, so I’m thinking I can at least cover the friend part with a roommate.” You let out a soft, broken sound.

“That sucks,” you murmured. “How long have you been a surgeon?” You asked. He cleared his throat.

“Not for too long. Technically, I’m in school still,” he said. “Mastering on Plastic Surgery, Cosmetics? Yeah.” You raised your brows, impressed. “So, if you don’t mind a male roomie, you can come and check out the place today.”

A shiver of excitement went through your body. “Yeah? Aren’t you busy today?” You asked. He hummed.

“Nope. It’s my off day,” he said. “I do have a shift way too early in the morning, though, ugh,” he grumbled. You chuckled lightly.

“Alright,” you agreed. “Can I get the address?”

“You absolutely can.”

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As you stepped out of the bus, you saw a man waiting for someone next to the stop. He was looking at the timestamps of the buses that were to be arrived, and when he heard the one you were in stopped, he turned around. You thought that it might be Steve. Your probably future roommate.

If it was him, then damn, because he was handsome as hell.

He had dark brown, mid-length hair that curled at the base of his nape. He was clean shaved and had an adorable chin cleft. He had plush, very-kissable-looking lips and very beautiful, ocean blue eyes. He was in casual clothes: Dark blue pants, maroon, soft sweater and light grey jacket. His tall figure was towering almost everyone at the bus stop.

“Steve?” You tried your shot, and the guy looked at you. “Are you Steve Kemp?” He nodded and smiled widely. Sheesh, damn, alright, you thought as you blinked at the brightness of his smile.

“Hey!” He greeted you. Walking up to you, he extended his hand. You grabbed it, relishing on the feeling of his large hand practically swallowing yours and its heat warming yours almost immediately. You smiled. “Nice timing, I just came.” He chuckled.

“Yeah, I have psychic abilities like that,” you joked lamely. Steve chuckled.

“Shall we?” He pointed the empty sidewalk, and you nodded. Both of you started walking down the sidewalk, side to side, elbows touching each other.

“Okay,” you said. “Tell me about yourself?” Steve hummed.

“Well, I don’t know what it is there for me to tell you since I don’t have a life,” he murmured, rolling his eyes at himself. You grinned. “But, uh, I like cooking? Whenever I have time, I cook, and I like listening to some music while cooking. So, I hope it’s alright.”

“Are you kidding? It’s totally okay,” you waved a hand. “I’m not much of a cook, so you might have to teach me a couple things if you want to come home to a cooked meal every once in a while.” You chuckled, scrunching up your nose. Then, you frowned. “That is, if we become roomies.” Steve waved a hand like you. “Anyways, continue?” He nodded.

You talked about yourselves throughout the whole walk to his place. You were also trying to pay attention to the streets you were walking so that if this thing became serious, you would be able to find your way without looking at the navigation almost every time. It was fairly easy to learn the way to his place, though. Steve was showing you which corner to turn and which stores to past to reach the apartment between one conversation and the other.

Steve was a cool guy, you realized as he talked about himself. He liked cooking, listening to music, and you learned that he was a vegetarian. He said that he didn’t like to eat meat and loved vegetables. Creamy pasta was his favorite meal, he said. He liked to cook it with meatballs that he made the vegan way. He also had a wine collection that he liked to open one sometimes. He liked reading, too, and he told you that he liked the thriller and science fiction books the most. He had a sister, was from Texas, and his parents weren’t around. He was doing good by himself, though, he added.

“We’re here,” he announced when you came to a stop in front of a big brownstone house. Your eyes widened.

“I think you forgot to mention that you are living in a castle-like place,” you whispered. Then, you looked at him, couldn’t stop the urge to hit him lightly on his arm. “I thought you were living in an apartment!” You hissed. Steve laughed.

“I’m sorry that I forgot to tell you,” he said. “But I told you that I am a surgeon,” he murmured, then. “You seriously expected an apartment? I suffered my way through med school for years for nothing, sweetheart.” You huffed out a breath, cheeks warming up at the pet name, you rolled your eyes. Steve grinned at you cheekily. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door.

You walked inside after him. Your eyes were wide as you took in the look of his place. Dark brown, honey and crème colors were heavy inside. It was a deliciously designed house, you thought. The kitchen was large and had enough space for two people to cook at the same time. Right across the kitchen, there was living room. Very comfy looking couches and armchairs had filled the space, and the look completed with a small coffee table in the middle. You saw the small drink tray resting against the gray-ish white color wall. There was a large fire place. On the kitchen’s left, there was a dining table with eight chairs.

“This place is beautiful,” you whispered. Steve smiled behind you.

“Glad you liked it,” he murmured. “Come, let me show you the other rooms.” You walked into the living room with Steve in front of you and passed the threshold. On your right, there was a long hall with three doors. “First one is my sort-of office. I check out patient’s files in here.” He pointed the second door right in front of his office one. “This is my bedroom,” he said, cracking the door open slightly. You could see the dark green bedsheets, but you didn’t try to see more. Bedrooms meant privacy at the end. Steve, then, turned to the last door which was across his bedroom door only it was at the end of the hall. “This is going to be your bedroom if we become roomies.” He opened the door.

The inside of the room was spacey. There was a desk, already, and a bed without a mattress. A long mirror was covering the left wall almost from left to right. There was another door in the room which you assumed was the bathroom. The closet was embedded into the wall and was large. The soft carpet was covering the light brown hardwood beneath your feet.

“It’s amazing,” you said, honesty falling from your lips easily. Steve kept smiling behind you, pleased that you liked his place. “How much do you want?” You asked him. You had a budget, and you weren’t earning much from your current job. It was one of the main reasons why you decided to have a roommate, actually.

Steve hummed. “How about we talk about that after I make you a coffee?” He offered. “I’d feel better if we were sitting down and talk.” You gasped jokingly.

“It’s that much, huh,” you said forlornly. Steve snorted.

“You’re being dramatic,” he grumbled and made his way back to his kitchen. Chuckling lightly, you followed him. You sat down on one of the red bar stools and rested your elbows on the island. Steve pulled out a coffee package from one of the cabinets and poured some into a small glass-thingy, turning on the machine and letting the coffee brew nicely. He grabbed two cups from the rack and took out a small package of chocolate. After everything was ready and only thing he needed to do was to wait for coffee to finish brewing, he turned to you.

“Alright,” he started. “Excuse my French, but tell me what do you do and how much you can pitch in monthly without getting yourself into financial troubles,” he ordered. You cleared your throat.

“Well,” you murmured. “I work at a hospital like you, actually,” you smiled at his surprised face. “I’m a nurse.” You told him the amount of money you earn and how much you could give him, like he ordered you to. Steve hummed. He scratched his jaw absentmindedly. You could see that he was thinking very hard, gears turning in his head as he thought about the things you said. He hummed again, sounding deeper, as the coffee machine beeped. Without saying anything, Steve turned around and poured the freshly brewed coffee into the cups he prepared.

“What are you paying for your current place?” He asked. You told him. He nodded. “Alright, give me the half of what you are paying now, and we’ll have a deal.” Your eyes widened.

“That’s…” You blinked. “Are you sure? You live like King, and I saw that room, Steve.” He shrugged.

“Then, you should know that I don’t have money issues, honey,” he murmured, sipping his coffee. “I simply want company. So, I don’t care much about the price.” You continued to blink. He was practically asking you to pay almost… nothing. Especially to a place like his. Damn.

You bit your lip. “Are you sure?” You couldn’t help but ask again. “There isn’t a catch, right?” Steve frowned.

“No, of course not!” He said, looking a bit offended. “I just told you. All I want is company. If I wanted money, I probably would have bought my fourth apartment and rented them to some people already, but I don’t. I don’t need it.” You sighed. Taking a sip of your coffee, you couldn’t help but hummed appreciatively at the taste. It was a high-quality one, apparently.

“Okay,” you said after a long moment of hesitation. “That means you better teach me how to cook since that will be the only thing I can do in return.” Steve dismissively waved a hand around with a smile on his handsome face.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “But I’ll teach you if you really want to learn.” You nodded. He seized you up for a second and nodded back. He extended his hand.

“Welcome, roomie,” Steve said. You held his hand.

“Thanks, roomie,” you murmured and smiled at him.

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Living with Steve wasn’t a hardship, you realized once you hit the three-month mark.

Like he said, Steve wasn’t around much. He had at least one day off in a week, and it was the only day where you both would sit down and watch a movie from his laptop. He said that his TV order got fucked up because of the shipment issues and he had to wait while they fixed it, so until then you didn’t have TV. It was alright, though. Steve’s sound system was amazing, and it meant you got to listen to your favorite songs almost every day.

On his day off, Steve would teach you the basics of cooking. He started you with easy stuff like breakfast. You knew your way around preparing breakfast, but the techniques he showed you just for the omelet he made were so amazing that you decided that you knew nothing.

Other than his day off, you saw him only two evenings of the week. In the mornings, he would leave the house by the time you woke up, but he was charming and thoughtful enough to brew fresh coffee to you. You thanked him with baking him healthy sweets or preparing sandwiches for him to take with him to work ─although it felt weirdly domestic.

Steve was a good friend, too. He was a good listener and always gave good advice on even the small things. Even though it was way too early for to share these sorts of things with him because you’ve only known him for three months, you had had to tell him about your ex because he followed you back at his place. It was his safety and privacy on the line, too, and he deserved to know.

When you told this to Steve, he was more worried about you than his own safety. It was touching, really, but you still felt a bit bad and guilty for getting him into this. He brushed you off, said that it was okay and he would take care of it.

That he did.

Steve simply asked for a name, and you gave him because the guy had followed you to his home. Normally, he would send you shit ton of messages, would leave many voicemails and you’d see a lot of missed calls from him, but after you gave his name to Steve, you didn’t hear anything. There were no texts, no voicemails, no missed calls. It was like he disappeared. You were thankful, but it didn’t stop you worrying. So, you asked Steve about him.

“Oh, I talked to him with my lawyer, and he got scared,” was his answer. “Last I heard from him he was fleeing out of the country,” he added. Apparently, his lawyer had informed him about it. You didn’t think much about it. You saw his brother posting about him the other day, so Steve was right: Your ex-boyfriend had indeed fled out of the country.

A couple days after the night you asked Steve about him, Steve decided to cook for you. You insisted on helping him, but he was adamant on not needing any help.

“You just sit there and look pretty for me, alright?” He said, winking. Then, he pulled out some meat from the fridge. You frowned, ignoring the way his words made your whole body burn.

“I thought you were vegetarian,” you said. He hummed approvingly.

“I am, but this is for you,” he murmured, making a show off pulling out a knife from its wood holder. You chuckled. “I may not eat animals, but it doesn’t mean I don’t know how to cook them.”

“I didn’t say that,” you grumbled. Steve huffed out a laugh.

“I know you didn’t.” He shrugged. You rolled your eyes and sent him a soft smile. Your eyes never left his tall and athletic body as he chopped and cooked for you. Steve was really nice. He was playful and knew how to handle rough situation calmly. You liked that about him very much. You sighed.

“How about some music?” You offered.

“Hmm,” he hummed. “Thought you never ask,” he added, flashing you a dark look. You managed to surpass a shiver and moved to his sound system, opening his Spotify, you picked one of his playlists and let it play in shuffle.

“I love this song!” You exclaimed as the first notes of Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! started playing. Steve chuckled.

“You like ABBA?” He asked. You looked at him as if he grew out a second head.

“Are you kidding? I love ABBA,” you said. Steve chuckled again. He dumped something into the pot and turned down the stove to low. He washed his hands before he dumped some rice into another pot and pressed a couple buttons.

“Wanna dance?” He offered, extending his hands. You nodded excitedly and grabbed them. You started swaying on your place and singing the song.

Steve shimmied his shoulders, urging you to do the same, and twirled you around. You stood next to him as you swayed left and right. Shoulder shimmy, hip check, twirl and left-to-right sway: You had a stupid but fun chorography. Both of you laughed and continued to sing the song as you kept dancing. At one point, Steve grabbed you by the waist and pulled you against his chest, continuing his shoulder shimmying. After a minute, ABBA bled into Brian Adams. Everything I Do (I Do It For You) started to echo in the room, and the fun air between you and Steve turned into a little heavy and, weirdly, romantic one.

Steve twirled you around as you lifted your arms to wrap them around his neck. His hands moved along your arms, hands cradled your face gently and briefly before they fell back into their place on your waist, you swayed gently to the song. Delicious food smell reached to your nose, and you hummed. You could name the spices he used, not all of them, and your mouth watered at the smell of meat cooking in the pot. You hummed once again as the song died down. It left its place to a Frank Ocean song, and both of you took a step back from each other.

“I’ll check the food,” Steve said. You nodded and went back to your seat. “It was fun, though,” he added. “We should do that again. You’re a good dance partner.” You chuckled.

“Sure,” you shrugged. “I don’t mind dancing with you. You have nice taste in music.” He looked at you over his shoulder and winked. You felt the heat creep up your cheeks.

Steve was unashamedly flirtatious. He never hid the way he looked at you. His blue eyes would move up and down your body whenever you came across to him before you leave for work, and he was generous with his compliments. He’d call you sweet names sometimes, such as honey or sweetheart. Once, he brought some flowers to you on his way back home when he left work a little early, and it was a nice surprise.

What you and Steve had was a little bit more than roommates, you had to admit that. You weren’t exactly friends, although you were very well on your way there, but you did tether the edge of being lovers. It kind of scared you; how in tune you were with each other, and how nicely you got along. Steve’s work hours were shit, but he always, somehow, managed to make it up to you. It was either him coming home with flowers, or him cooking for you, or him treating you with a freshly baked sweets filled box sent to your work place. The nurses you work with were giving you eyes, jabbing at you for hiding your boyfriend, and refused to believe you when you said he wasn’t your boyfriend.

When you thought about it, Steve did act a lot like a boyfriend would. Weirdly, the thought didn’t bother you much.

You wouldn’t mind having Steve as your partner, if you had to be honest with yourself. Even though he worked at odd hours, he’d make a nice partner, you thought.

“Earth to Y/N,” Steve murmured, waving a hand in front of your face. You blinked. “Hey, welcome back! How was your nap?” You rolled your eyes, slapping his hand away lightly. He grinned.

“Ruined, thanks to you,” you grumbled playfully. His grin turned into a smirk. He pushed a deep bowl of food in front of you and placed the utensils next to it.

“Will this help you to forgive me?” He asked. His blue eyes were sparkling.

You licked your lips and looked at the food he cooked for you. It was nicely cooked Beef and Veggie Stir-Fry with rice. It smelled so good that your stomach growled loudly, startling you with the sound and making Steve laugh.

“Dig in,” he said. “I’m just gonna get my own plate and join you in a minute.” You nodded as your hands moved to grab the utensils. You took a half spoon of rice and placed some thinly sliced beef on top of it, adding the peppers and small mushrooms on top, and stuffed it into your mouth. You moaned at the taste. Your jaw working quickly on chewing the food in your mouth, you just closed your eyes and relished the taste.

“You cook meat so nicely,” you told Steve once you swallowed your bite. Steve smiled, his eyes were shining and there was a little darkness in them that you missed because you were looking at his plate. “Meatballs?” A smile took over your lips.

“Falafel,” he said, shrugging and took his seat across you. “Thank you, by the way,” he added. “I like that you like my cooking.” You widened your eyes at him.

“Are you kidding, I can’t eat outside anymore because of you,” you exclaimed. “They don’t cook the food like you do.” Shrugging, you tried to ignore the heat on your cheeks. Steve’s smile widened, turned softer and fonder.

“Aw,” he joked. “Thanks, bubs.” You rolled your eyes.

“Eat your falafels, Kemp,” you told him before stuffing some rice in your mouth to stop yourself from saying something stupid. Chuckling, Steve did as you said and cut his meatballs in half and took some rice with his spoon like you did, the food disappeared into his mouth, and he sighed. You shook your head slightly.

“You should stop starving yourself while working,” you murmured as you stabbed a beef piece with your fork and popped it into your mouth. Steve sighed again and swallowed his food.

“I know,” he grumbled. “I just forget because it gets so busy.” His shoulders slumped as he cut up another piece. “I’m trying to do better on that, but… It doesn’t work very well.” He forced out a chuckle. “Your sandwiches and baking work pretty good so far, though.” He tilted his head and smiled at you. “I like your cookies very much.”

“Aw,” you mimicked him. “Thanks, bubs.” Steve snorted and nudged your foot with his gently. You giggled. “Wanna watch a movie after?” You asked. Steve nodded.

“Sure,” he said. “Your pick?” You hummed.

“How about you pick one while I clean up here?” You offered. “You didn’t let me help with cooking. At least let me clean.” Steve looked at you for a couple seconds, knowing that it was hard to stop you once you put something in your mind.

“Fine,” he agreed, defeated. “We’re watching the Devil’s Advocate, though,” he added. You nodded.

“Alright,” you said. “I like Keanu Reeves and Al Pacino.” You hummed. “Charlize Theron is also amazing. The accents,” you snapped your fingers. “Should make you feel at home a little.” Steve snorted again before laughing loudly at your words. “Well, I remember they were somewhere from south, not Texas, but somewhere close.” Steve giggled.

“It was Alabama, I think,” he said. You nodded.

“Yeah, it’s pretty close.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Never change, honey,” he murmured and went back to his meal, leaving you all flushed and tongue-tied.

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The door rattled violently when it got slammed shut by your back: Steve’s plush lips were on yours, kissing you breathless. You were plastered against the door, his athletic body touching you from head to toe while he was kissing the ever loving the shit out of you.

His large and warm hands were grabbing your thighs, squeezing the soft meat and digging his nails into the skin. Your skirt was ridden up already. Your chest was heaving as you tried to match his passion. Steve’s kisses were aggressive with a pinch of possessiveness in them, and they were dominating. He was forcing you to obey him just with his kisses, and you felt dizzy at the feeling.

“Steve…” You whimpered. He hummed, moving his lips to your neck, not passing by your jaw without nibbling on it. You pulled on his hair at the light pain his nibbles left behind.

You were sort of glad that you called Steve to pick you up after the night out you had with your friends. It was late, and Steve did offer to take you home since he was going to be at the hospital longer than usual. You had agreed and texted him when you were done, and he was in front of the bar in twenty minutes. You offered him to buy him a drink because he looked a bit worn out and bored, and he readily agreed.

He had told you how one of his operations today had gone bad and the patient was in a slightly critical condition. You had held his hand, rubbed his back and stroked his hair while trying to assure him. This was what you did when you had to give your patient bad news (well, maybe you didn’t pet their hair). It worked most of the time, and it seemed to work on Steve a little as well because soon, you were back to flirting without an ounce of shame.

You were hyperaware of the looks Steve was giving you while sipping his drink, chewing his cherries and laughing at your lame jokes. You had gotten close like you weren’t almost sitting on his lap already. You could see the lust and slight darkness his dilated pupils carried when he had placed his hand on your thigh, pulling you into his body, and your laughter turned into breathy chuckles and your talking voice into whispers as you somehow had fallen into a foreplay.

The tension you had in the car was almost too much, but both of you had managed to keep it together until you were inside the house.

The closeness and whispered words you had at the bar had led you to this moment: Your thighs wrapped around his middle as he walked towards his bedroom, his lips never leaving your skin; always kissing, nibbling or sucking lightly. You were slowly running out of words to use, going non-verbal, but it didn’t seem to bother him.

What little breath you had left in your lungs got knocked out when Steve dropped you on the bed unceremoniously. You bounced once, twice, before Steve yanked your shoes off. Lifting your upper body off the bed, you almost ripped the long-sleeved crop you had on you and threw it on his bedroom floor. As soon as your hands were free, you grabbed Steve by the collar of his sweater and pulled him in, lips crashing once again.

“Off,” you whispered right before you dove in to kiss him. Your hands were clawing his soft sweater, trying to be careful not to rip the nice sweater off, you only helped him rucking it up to his armpits. Steve yanked the cloth off with his undershirt and dropped it on the ground, leaving himself bare-chested. You gasped lightly as you looked at him. There was no hair on his chest, all smooth and tanned and muscled skin for you to touch, and maybe, to mark.

Groaning, you opened the button of his jeans, pulling the zipper down, you yanked them half-way down to his thighs. Steve got off the bed to take them off fully. He ditched his jeans with his boxers, leaving them on the ground when he saved his feet from them. He pulled his socks off, too, before climbing back on the bed.

As he walked on his knees and hands towards you, you couldn’t help but shiver at how predatory he looked. His blue eyes were no longer blue but black. The lust was visible on his face, you felt like you could grasp his lust in your hands. You panted lightly as Steve took his place over your body, caging you successfully and dropping his naked body onto yours.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, fingertips moving on your skin gently. You shivered. “Your skin is so smooth…” He hummed and leaned in. You gasped loudly at the bite he left right on your breast. “Whenever I see you in dresses, skirts or even in your pajamas,” he continued. “I just want to bite you, leave my mark and let people know that you’re mine.” You shivered again but more violently this time.

“What if I want you to mark me up?” You whispered, heart beating fast as you waited for his response. Steve looked up at you, eyes slightly wide, and smirked.

“That so?” He asked. You nodded. He hummed again, licking over the bite he left on your breast, and you hissed at the sting. Then, he pulled back and got off the bed. “Get naked. I’ll be right back.” You nodded. You watched his naked body as he left the bedroom, and then quickly shed your panties and took of your bra. You threw them on the cloth pile on the ground and laid back down.

Your heart was beating so fast, and the coil was slowly getting tighter in your gut. You knew you were wet, almost dripping even, because your inner thighs felt wet even though you just took off your panties. You whimpered lightly. You heard footsteps nearing the bedroom, and soon, Steve appeared at the door with his all-naked glory. You licked your lips.

God, Steve looked so good. His body was a runner’s body; slim, lean but muscled nonetheless. He had abs, even though they weren’t very prominent they were there and made you want to lick them one by one. His biceps were bulging slightly, but it was his thighs that were marvelous. They were thick and meaty. The sheer power in them was so obviously visible. You wanted to sink your teeth in them, marking him up, so that people would know that he was yours whenever he went on a run with his teeny-tiny shorts.

“You look hungry…” He whispered, a smug smirk on his lips. You hummed.

“You look good enough to eat,” you whispered back. Steve’s breath hitched at your words. He had been wondering for a while now, but he just couldn’t be sure. Slowly, though, he felt like you were showing him your true self, true color, whatever, and Steve couldn’t wait for the day when everything was laid out before him.

He got on the bed, eyes dark and cock hard; Steve took his place between your thighs. “Before we get even more into the business,” he murmured. “You tell me to stop, and I’ll stop. You don’t like something, you tell me and we’ll start over with something you like. Are we good?” You nodded. “Words,” he ordered, voice suddenly hard as steel. “Lemme hear them.” You gulped.

“Yes, we’re good,” you whispered. He licked his lips.

“Good girl,” he murmured and leaned slightly in. “Now, I’m going to tell you what I’m about to do, and you’re gonna tell me if you want it or not, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” you said, response automatic but the ‘sir’ part was totally unintentional. You didn’t miss the way Steve gasped and shivered lightly at it, though. You smiled. You heard him hum and watched him pulling his right hand behind his back. A knife. Your eyes widened, suddenly oxygen was forbidden to your lungs as you looked at it like a deer in headlights.

“I’m going to mark you. I’m going to make you bleed. Are you up for it?” He asked. He sounded and looked serious, and you were aware that it was a serious matter. Swallowing your nerves, you nodded.

“Yes, sir, I am,” you answered him. Steve smiled, pleased. Quickly leaning forward, he kissed you on the lips chastely.

“Good girl, darlin’,” he whispered, making you shiver and hum. “I’m gonna let everyone know that you’re finally mine,” he continued. “Gonna carve my initials right here─” He pressed the very sharp tip of his knife on your lower belly, four fingers above your pussy. You gasped. You could see the tiny drop of blood appear on the tip of the knife. “Then, I’m gonna eat you out.” He licked a line on your neck, right over your widely beating pulse, and bit down harshly. “I just know you’re gonna taste so good…” You whimpered.

“Please,” you begged. “Please, sir, please, please!” Steve shushed you gently. He rubbed his free hand over your arm and thighs, fingers finding their way to your dripping core.

“Maybe I’ll fuck you with it,” he whispered, sounding like he was talking to himself rather talking to you. You let out a confused sound. Flipping the knife between his fingers efficiently, he pressed the knife’s back side on your clit, the sharp side of it was glowing dangerously under the soft bedroom lights. “Bet you’d soak it.” Whimpering again, you panted.

Yes, you thought. I wan’ it. Wan’ it so bad.

When Steve shushed you, you realized you said them out loud. You didn’t mind it, though, because it was the truth. You did want it.

Steve hummed. “Ready?” He asked.

“Yes,” you breathed, arching your back a little towards his body. Steve bit your earlobe, sucking and licking, he trailed the blunt side of the knife even lower. You shivered when you felt the coldness of it. Soon enough, it was warmed by your body heat and slid inside of you slowly.

You gasped when the handle stretched you. It was foreign, something different, and something unique: You loved it. Spreading your legs wider, your hands found themselves a home on Steve’s shoulders. Steve hushed you gently, kissed your neck and stroked your cheek with his free hand. He was moving the handle in and out of you at a steady, slow pace. He was being careful about it, you knew that, but you wanted more.

“God, Steve,” you moaned. “More, please.” You heard a soft rumble coming from his chest right before he picked up the steady pace he set. Steve was fucking the knife handle in and out of you at a rapid pace, now, but still being careful about the sharp side. He was going to make you bleed eventually, but he would like to do that on his own terms rather than by an accident.

Steve’s now-black eyes were watching you with a rapt attention: They never left your face, taking in all the expressions your face show him as he fucked you with his knife handle. It was so sexy─ you were so sexy while letting yourself got lost in the pleasure Steve was giving you. Steve never wanted this moment to end.

“My, you’re lovin’ this,” he whispered. He licked his lips, wetting them, and trailed the tip of his nose along your jaw. He took a deep breath, drawing in your addicting sweet scent: oranges, vanilla hand creme and something that was very unique to you. It had driven him crazy since you stepped foot into his house.

You moaned, louder than before. It was like a siren’s song to Steve. He pulled the knife handle out of you, ignored the pitiful whimpers and crowded you against his pillows and the headboard. His own cock was about to explode. It was so sensitive and hard that he felt like he could come if his cock ever touched your wet and hot core. Thankfully, he had stamina and could hold himself back, so Steve grabbed his cock, squeezing the base of it roughly, and ran the tip up and down your pussy.

“Don’t tease,” you breathed. You were writhing under him like a fish out of the water. Steve just hummed darkly. Pressing against your entrance, he slid home in one singular thrust. You yelped. Your back arched as you buried your head into the pillow, eyes closed and mouth hung open. Steve groaned from deep in his chest. The way your wet walls were hugging his hard and aching cock was an amazing feeling.

Steve never wanted to be out of you.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered, voice sounded strained. “You feel so good…” You mewled at his words. Steve was generous with praises, and they often left you as a stammering mess. Steve praising you while dirty talking the shit out of you? You were about to descend to heaven; you could feel it. You clawed Steve’s chest, leaving red nails on the smooth skin. Steve shuddered. His eyes were closed, cheeks were pink and hair was a mess; he looked perfectly fucked and debauched.

“Hmm, mark me up, beautiful,” he moaned. In response, you dug your nails deeper into the smooth skin of his back. You dragged them down slowly, making sure that you were leaving some deep and angry lines on his back, and gasped loudly when Steve’s hips jerked harshly into you at the pain. Steve’s breath hitched, a small gasp escaped from his parted lips, and he panted into the crook of your neck.

He was such a whore for him pain. He was such a slut for some pain that resulted with him having bloody bruises. Steve moaned loudly.

“Yes,” he hissed. “Gimme me more, c’mon,” he whispered. “Gimme more and I’ll make you scream, come on, honey.” His voice, low and dark and raspy from the lust vibrating in it, made you shiver. Spreading your legs wider, you dug your nails on his chest this time. They were in deeper than they were on his back, and you dragged them down even slower. Steve’s groan was shaky; it rocked you to your core.

Keeping his words, Steve started slamming inside you at a quick fast pace. His balls were kissing your slick skin with each of his thrusts, he grabbed the knife where he placed on the bed. He twirled it between his fingers, pointed the sharp part at the valley of your breasts and pressed it in a little: Enough to draw just a bit of blood to the surface. You gasped at the prickly pain. You hummed your approval into particular moan when his cock hit a specific spot in your pussy.

Steve’s smirk was darker than before.

He pressed the knife in even deeper and moved it down. A straight line between your breasts had appeared, blood shining under the soft, yellow lights of his bedroom. Your walls fluttered around his cock, a shaky gasp left your lungs, and your nails dug themselves deeper into the muscles of his chest.

“Such a fuckin’ slut for pain,” Steve whispered. “Wan’ me to mark you up still?” He, then, asked, and smirked when you nodded eagerly.

“Let them know I’m yours,” you whispered. Steve groaned lowly, appreciatively, under his breath. He stopped moving, didn’t pull out and let you keep his cock warm while he worked on marking you─ which was carving his initials right over your breasts. You gasped, moaned and whimpered at each drag of his knife on your skin. The blood was running down as Steve moved the sharp end, and you could faintly smell the slightly rusty iron scent of it in the air.

“You’re bein’ so good, baby,” he praised. You whimpered at his words. “Almost finished, hang on a bit longer, hm?” His soft voice made you whimper lightly, and Steve hushed you by rubbing a hand on your thigh.

As soon as he was done carving the letters S and K, he threw the knife somewhere in the room and went back snapping his hips in and out of you in a blink. You cried out at the sudden pleasure filling and lightening your body up. Steve leaned forward, arms bracketing you, and stuck his tongue out to lick the blood away from your wound. You hissed at his hot tongue on the cut, the heat was making it burn.

“Ah, fuck, Steve!” You gasped, but Steve didn’t listen to you. His hips were moving even faster, balls hitting against your slick skin and your pussy making obscene sounds at each of his movements, you felt yourself inching closer to your orgasm. Your hands grasped at his back, nails digging into the scars you’ve made there and making him hiss.

His kitten licks on your cut turned into sucking. Steve was practically sucking the blood out of your cut and cleaning the mess. You gasped, ah, ah, ah. Steve didn’t care. He unclenched his jaw, traced the tip of his tongue over the letters and bit down on the softness of one of your breasts harshly, wildly. You screamed in pain at the same time the pleasure exploded in your body, causing you to come around his hard cock. Steve growled as he started snapping his into you without a particular aim but to make himself come. It didn’t take time too long, not when you were digging your nails into his already existing scars.

With a deep groan, Steve came inside you. You could feel the hot liquid coating your still-fluttering walls, and you clenched around him. Steve panted softly, cursing under his breath. After the freight train effect of his orgasm washed away, he pulled out and grabbed your thighs to push them back against your chest so that he could watch the way his come leaking out of you.

“Push it out,” he rasped. You bit your lip as you did as he ordered. You pushed out the white liquid out, letting him watch it drip out of you slowly. Steve groaned, leaning in, he licked it out of you. Your gasp got lost into a moan when he started tongue-ing you. Steve ate his own come out of you, your juices mixing with his, he kept humming and moaning softly against your sensitive folds. You were grabbing his hair, pulling and scratching your nails against his scalp.

When he was done, he sat back on his haunches. His hands were on your thighs still. “We taste so good together,” he whispered. “Your blood tastes so fucking sweet.” You mewled. It was fucked up and twisted maybe, but you were fucking loving it. Steve hummed as he laid next to you. He managed the pull the blanket under you before covering you with it. He pressed a kiss on your shoulder, biting down gently.

“We should clean up,” you slurred, but your eyes were closing already. Steve smiled, dark glints were in his eyes again, but you were too sleepy to see them.

“Later,” he whispered. “Sleep now.”

With a soft hum, you closed your eyes and surrendered your body to sleep, unaware of that it was your very last night breathing…

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Steve was humming to himself as he grabbed the knife and very carefully cut the meat, taking extra care about not severing the flesh too much. He knew how he should cut it, how and where to be careful about cleaning the meat from the bone and how to keep the muscle tissue untouched. He had been doing this for years.

His clients loved the way he prepared his products. They liked the love Steve was performing his skills. Steve’s passion about human flesh and its taste were pouring out of the products he prepares for his clients, and it was what set the bar and made them quality stuff.

Steve murmured the lyrics as they blared from his sound system, lyrics oddly fitting: She tells me just to work right through it; she’s pretty, and I like her, but she’s too well; cause I need red flags and long nights, and she can tell.

Pulling out the plastics, he placed the meat he prepared carefully into them. He put the plastic into its machine, pressing on it and put it on the growing meat package mountain he had on his counter. He had been up since 6AM yesterday. He had been cleaning, cutting and packaging the meat for good twenty-something hours.

It was fun while it lasted, Steve thought and pulled out a small piece of paper. His fingers took a hold of the black pen he usually used, and then he scribbled your name artistically on the blank paper. Then, he placed the meat packages into a big box. He put the paper with your name on it on the top before he sealed it shut.

Steve sighed as he dropped on his comfy couch. He was exhausted, but it was a good kind. His brain was buzzing happily. Getting these kinds of orders ready was something very therapeutic for him, and he honestly loved it.

He stood up to get himself a celebratory drink before going to bed to sleep off the exhaustion of the past twenty hours. Steve was glad that you fell asleep right after he was done fucking you. That way he didn’t need to sedate you and deal with your tantrums when he had to lock you up in his basement. You were sleeping soundlessly when he gave you anesthetics to keep you sleeping for a long time─ enough time for him to cut all the edible flesh out of you, at least. Then, he decided that you deserved a smooth ending ─it wasn’t something he usually did─ and just upped the anesthetics dosage, watching your heart beat slower and slower each passing second until you died.

Downing his drink, Steve went back into his kitchen the clean the what little amount of trash he left around. The song was still playing as he cleaned.

You can occupy my every sigh; you can rent the space inside my mind,

At least until the price becomes too high…

#steve kemp x reader #steve kemp x you #steve kemp imagines #steve kemp fanfiction #steve kemp smut #steve kemp fluff #steve kemp angst #steve kemp au #roommate!steve kemp #red flags and long nights

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kim-seung-mo · 2 years

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Can you do skz reactions to their s/o cried, afraid that a sad ff of skz that they read become true lol

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕊/𝕆 ℂ𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔽𝕒𝕟 𝔽𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

or...their s/o cried, afraid that a sad ff they read becomes true

♩ gn!reader, fluff, angst if you really really squint, mention of dying of cancer, mention of heart disease, minho clowning on you because of course he is

♩♩ word count: 1.7k

♩♩♩ A/N: this felt like a personal attack lol especially since this was requested after the 24 hours after your death fic i posted

wip list here

go show the reason i stay some love plz i’m very proud of it

Chan

He was so scared when he found you crying that he dropped everything and came running to your side.

"Baby what's wrong? Why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?"

You sobbed as you hugged your phone and looked at his face not knowing what to say.

How should you tell him you're crying because you're reading a sad ff?

He'll probably laugh at you if you tell him ......

He looks increasingly anxious when you don't say anything, his brow furrowed.

"What's wrong...?"

But you hate to see him worrying about you like this more than being laughed at by him.

"You won't laugh at me if I tell you, will you?"

He takes your hand in his and looks you in the eyes.

"How could I possibly laugh at you? I promise I won't laugh at you."

"Well, then look for yourself ......"

You handed the phone to him.

The "Y/N" in the ff accidentally broke Chan's computer, and he said something very excessive in a fit of anger.

"I... I just thought... I just thought that this scenario was possible, and then I thought that you could get angry like in the ff..."

"Y/N, you know I have it all backed up right?"

"What?"

"Everything on my computer is always backed up, even if it breaks all the data is still safe."

He stroked your hair, the dimple at the corner of his cheeks becoming pronounced.

"Besides, I love you too much to be mad at you. Not to mention say something like that."

Minho

The sound of your sobbing attracts Minho's attention.

He ran to your side in panic, saw the phone that you had tossed aside and picked it up.

Then after reading it for a while he let out a dismissive laugh.

"You're crying because you're reading this?"

You just continued to cry and didn't pay any attention to him.

He climbed onto the bed and made it to your side, then coughed twice to clear his throat.

"So you think I would say something like "I'm only dating you out of pity, you don't deserve my love"?"

You cried even louder when you heard the line that hurt you the most.

"Ya, how can you even be able to substitute into such improbable words? Do you think I'm some kind of heartless person?"

"Of course not!" You exclaimed, staring into his eyes, "But, do you really like me?"

""Do you really like me?" Y/N do you need me to help you remember that I was the one who fell for you first, I confessed my love first, I said "I love you" first, I kissed you first. I don't even question your love for me, why are you questioning it first? You're a really strange person."

You sniffled and looked at him, not expecting him to think that way at all.

"Of course I love you ......" You said with a little blush.

"Well if you love me then hurry up and go wash your face and eat, if you delay eating because of this dumb ff I won't forgive you."

Changbin

"Binnie? Can I ask you a question?"

He takes off his headphones and turns from his chair to face you, just about to let you continue, when he suddenly sees the tears in the corner of your eyes.

He bounces up from his chair in a flash and grabs your arm with a worried look on his face.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying? Baby don't cry... There's nothing we can't work out properly."

You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, burying your head at his thick pecs.

"Binnie... you don't have a "first love girlfriend you're still in love with", do you? You're not going to dump me because of this "first love", are you?"

He froze for a moment, then laughed.

"What are you laughing at? I'm being very serious-"

"Y/N, have you lost your memory? You're my first love. I've never been in love before you, and I've never even liked anyone else, so where's my "first love girlfriend"?"

You suddenly wanted to dig a hole in the ground.

"Can we pretend that this conversation never happened?"

"Y/N, did you read some weird ff again?"

Hyunjin

Hyunjin was just about to go to bed when he suddenly heard you sobbing on the other side of the bed.

He immediately panics and carefully climbs into bed and comes over to your side, hovering above you.

"Y/N? What's wrong? Why are you crying all of a sudden?"

He rubbed your shoulder, soothing you.

You turned to look at him, your eyes full of sorrow.

His heart pauses when he sees your eyes like that, his eyes immediately go red.

"Baby?"

"Yes?" He responds immediately.

"You're not hiding any illness from me, are you? Your heart is healthy, isn't it?"

He froze and nodded, not expecting you to ask such a question at all.

"Why are you asking me about my heart? It's not like I've ever had a heart problem......"

You shake your head and reach out to touch his face.

"You must tell me if you're not feeling well somewhere, you can't hide a health problem from me."

"What's wrong? Why the sudden-"

"Hyunjin! Promise me!"

"Yes! I promise you! I, Hwang Hyunjin will never hide anything about my health from you, Y/N Y/L/N!"

He held up three fingers and swore.

"So now can you tell me what happened?"

"I read a ff about you dying of heart disease..."

".....You made me swear to god because of fanfiction?"

Jisung

He reads more ff than you do, and specifically likes to pick angst to read.

So when you came to him and said you were crying reading ff, he took your phone over and read only three lines before giving it back to you.

"I've read this, I feel the author wrote me too out of character."

You feel your tears shrink back at once.

"You've read it?"

"Yeah, so?"

"You think the author wrote you too out of character? Because you cried in it?"

Jisung nodded his head with a serious look as he hugged his chest.

"That's right, how could I be overwhelmed in a situation like that? I would have definitely wrapped you in my arms like a man-"

"Han Jisung, you were crying yesterday because you thought my cousin and I were cheating on you."

"That doesn't count! I was stressed yesterday! Plus, I didn't know he was your cousin!"

You went silent for a moment, then suddenly realize that something is wrong.

"Wait, you read ff about yourself?"

He nods as if it's the most normal thing in the world.

"But speaking of angst, I have an even sadder one."

He picked up his phone and started flipping through it.

You're so full of questions right now, you don't even know what to say.

"Read this one, I think this one is very well written."

Felix

No matter why, the moment he saw you crying, his tears came down together.

You two just cried in bed for half an hour.

You were lying in his arms, still replaying the scene of the ff in your head.

He thought something big had happened, and did not dare to ask more questions, just waiting for you to speak.

Finally you were tired of crying, rubbed your eyes and sat up.

He saw that you finally stopped crying, took your hand and spoke tremulously.

"Y/N...what happened? Did a family member of yours die......?"

You look up in confusion, and then it dawns on you.

"No, it's not... I just ......"

You hold your phone up and lay the ff you just read in front of him.

"Felix...breaking up with you? Y/N...is this what I think it is?"

His voice was filled with disbelief.

"Y-yes...?"

"You made me cry for 30 minutes straight, worried that something terrible happened to you, only for you to tell me it was just-"

"But you broke up with me!!!"

"THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN Y/N TRUST ME!!!!"

Seungmin

When he came home and saw you crying in the living room, he just sighed.

"What weird ff did you read this time?"

Obviously, this isn't the first time he's dealt with this.

"I'm dying of cancer."

"Don't say "I", that's just ff Y/N, it's not going to happen."

You wipe the tears from your eyes, still a little scared.

"But cancer is real, it's something that could really happen."

He sighs again, walks over to you and pulls out a chair and sits down, then grabs your hand and puts it on his face.

"You know that our time is limited, yet you still don't appreciate the time you can spend with me? Why waste your time reading something like this that only makes you sad?"

He reached out with his other hand and wiped the tears from the corner of your eyes, then smiled.

"At least read stories that give us happy endings."

You took his hand and pressed it to your face, looking at him with sincere eyes.

"Is our story going to be a happy ending?"

"Don't worry, anything's better than these wistful ones you're reading."

Jeongin

Jeongin doesn't really understand why you are crying with your phone in hand.

Were you watching some sad video?

He silently came over and quietly glanced at your phone.

Then he saw that your screen read, "You've been through all the hard times together, but in the end, you lost out to the age gap."

He panicked and snatched your phone out of your hand.

"Noona/Hyung! Don't look at this stuff! That's all fake!"

He's a little anxious-eyed, as if he's sensitive about it.

"Innie! When did you get in here?"

Jeongin looked at you discontentedly, his cheeks puffed up slightly.

"Don't worry about that, the most important thing now is this!" He shook the phone in his hand, "Why are you looking at this? Why are you crying after reading it? Don't you believe in our love, Noona/Hyung?"

You hurriedly shook your head.

"I'm just killing time... Of course I-"

"But you're crying! I don't want you to cry over something like this..."

You can tell he seems really upset, and rush to throw up your hands in surrender.

"I'm not going to let this mess with my head, I promise!"

He sticks out his pinky.

"Then promise me, promise me not to let any of this mess around with your thoughts, this is all fake!"

#stray kids #skz #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz reactions #stray kids reactions #skz headcanons #stray kids headcanons #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios #skz angst #stray kids angst #skz fluff #stray kids fluff

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jinpanman · 3 years

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Stinkin Adeerable

summary: What’s a skunk to do when the bright and shiny and annoying deer shifter says he’s going to move into your secret hiding place? Why, move in right along with him.

pairing: hoseok x reader

word count: 5.9k

genre: pg13, fluff

extra info: deer!hobi. skunk!reader. side jikook. mention of cum and the smell of sex. i don’t know what the relationship is between hobi and oc and honestly, neither do they lmao. they go from something to another something, so not exactly a friends-to-lovers fic lol.

a/n: this plot is honestly really stupid, like...the “conflict” is literally so stupid. don’t expect big brains reading this. but i love them so b nice plz. also this is 100% a mash up of two wips i will probably never write so i’m happy i get my deer hobs and skunk oc :”) very quickly edited and not beta read so forgive me for any lesser-than writing

[ PART OF THE SPRING SPROUTS COLLAB ]

Stop and smell the roses. It’s a saying you’ve come to hate. Mostly because you hate being told what to do. Also because you hate roses. Which is a funny thing coming from a skunk shifter, but you can’t help what you dislike. Much like how you can’t help how much you loathe the pesky deer shifter who’s prancing around in your secret meadow.

Whoever said deer are soft, meek, and huggable creatures were liars. They obviously hadn’t met him. Jung Hoseok, the bane of your existence. The man who exists solely to suck the life out of you. You definitely do not like his stupid laugh. You also definitely do not like his stupid hair that sticks up in all directions. And you especially don’t like how he always manages to find you whenever you’re in the same vicinity.

Your heart absolutely doesn’t do little flips when he wiggle his brows and flash his stupid heart shaped smile at you. Rather than deal with the feelings that you definitely do not have, you always respond with a flick of your middle finger.

The first time you met him, you were laying in this very meadow amongst the flowers when you heard a pattering of feet running towards you. Before you knew it, someone tripped right over you, causing all the air to expel out of you. The stupid fawn had not even bothered to apologize to you. He simply got up, dusted his feet, stuck his tongue at you, and continued to run towards the little stream in your meadow.

“Excuse me!” You shouted after him. “You need to say sorry!”

The boy didn’t even bother to turn around before retorting, “Why are you laying on the ground in the first place? It’s your fault. I don’t need to.”

Ever since then, the two of you have fought over this hideaway. Much to your chagrin, it very quickly went from a “Y/N Sanctuary” to a “Y/N and Hoseok Sanctuary.” You fought tooth and nail. Literally. Both of you have permanent battle scars from one particularly and very accidentally bad brawl in the form of a scar on the left side of your neck and one under his lower brow.

After that day, the two of you declared a truce and came to a compromise. You’d switch off every other day on who gets to stay in the secret meadow. Today was your day among the flowers and seeing him this early unannounced sours your mood. At least that’s what you tell yourself your racing heart means anyway.

A ray of sunlight seems to follow Hoseok around like his own personal paparazzi as he wanders through the meadow nearby the gurgling creek. Even the tree you’re leaning against seems to be swaying in his direction, as if it can’t help but be drawn to him.

Your tail lashes through the air furiously, and you watch with narrowed eyes as he talks with a little red bird perched atop his left antler. In human form, the antlers look more like little sticks, but they still stand just as beautifully and proudly as they would in their true form. It’s infuriating how he seems to glow amongst the field of flowers. You eye a small patch of mud protected under the dense shade of the tree you’re under. If you throw some dirt at him, would the halo surrounding his figure fade away?

Thwack!

It fills you with deep satisfaction seeing his formerly pristine face now smeared with dirt. When he bellows your name, your heart races with glee and you cackle from behind the tree. Serves him right for interrupting what you were hoping to be a peaceful morning.

“You’re in for it now, flower,” declares a gruff voice behind you.

In the midst of your victory march, you don’t notice a sturdy pair of arms jut out from underneath your arms until suddenly you’re lifted off the ground. With a shriek you flail in the air, unable to free yourself from his iron grip. Hoseok moves much too quickly for you to react and before you know it, the cold shock of the creek water seeps through your clothes deep into your bones. You quickly find your footing and right yourself in the knee-deep water. Your tail wraps around your lower leg in a futile attempt to warm yourself.

It was way too early for this.

“Hoseok!” You shriek and rip away from him. He’s hunched over, shoulders shaking from laughter. On any good day, you might dip your feet in the water, but you’ve never been a big fan of water. He knows this, of course. He knows and still he threw you in the water.

“Serves you right! You threw mud at me, you absolute menace.”

He cups his hands in the stream and scrubs his face clean. Almost, anyway. A patch of dirt sticks to the corner of his nose. You don’t care though. Let him go about his day like that. It’s what he deserves. With an undignified huff, you push him with enough force for him to topple into the stream while you clamber back onto the grass. You hear some splashing and then the squelching of wet clothes trudging behind you.

“You missed a spot, by the way. Looks like you got a mole on your nose.”

“What? Where?” He rubs on the wrong side of his nose, but you’re not gonna tell him that. “Is it gone?”

“Beats me.”

“Don’t play smart with me!”

He grabs you by the waist and tumbles onto the grass with you in tow. He mumbles something about how you’re so infuriating and flips himself so he’s bent over you. Well, fuck. This man’s getting brave today, huh?

“Tell me where it’s still dirty.”

“Your whole face is dirty, man. I can’t help you with that.” It’s a lie, though. Water droplets still cling to his skin and wet hair. The sun seems to shine even more on this man and when he smirks it nearly blinds you.

“Fuck off.”

“Maybe if you get off me, I will.”

“Hm, I could...but why do I get the feeling that you like being under me?”

“Bi,” you warn him with a name you reserve for particularly trying circumstances. This being one of them. Sometimes it slips out in normal conversation, but you don’t talk about that. He hated the nickname, of course. Insisted that you called him “Hobi,” but you wouldn’t relent.

In retaliation, he gave you the name dear old Bambi had given his skunk friend. It backfired on you, you’ll admit, but the stubbornness in you refused to back down. Which brings you to the present where you’re both just starting to dip your feet into adulthood. Where cooties have morphed into feelings-that-you-refuse-to-understand.

“Right, sorry. My pretty flower doesn’t like being under anyone.” He coos, patting your cheek. “Look. If you’re not gonna tell me, I’m just gonna rub my face all over you until the dirt is gone.”

He doesn’t give you time to offer a smart retort. He lunges forward and does just that. You let out a surprised squeal when he burrows his face against your neck. His upper body leans into you, and his clothes squelch against your own wet clothes. Oh, dear goddess. If he pressed himself any closer to you, you fear you might combust on the spot despite being wet from head to toe.

You sincerely hope he isn’t able to feel how fast your heart is thudding against your ribcage. What is up with him today? Your breathing comes to a halt when his lips brush up against the scar on your neck. He noses his way along the side of your face until it stops just behind your ear.

“You can breathe now, flower.”

You can feel the way his lips spread into a shit-eating grin against your skin. You take in a sharp breath and smack his arm.

“I’ve been breathing, smart ass.”

“Say you’re sorry for throwing mud at me.”

“No.”

He squints his eyes at you in silent reprimand.

“You’re not even supposed to be here today,” you say instead. “Today isn’t your day in the meadow. Why are you here?”

He sighs and pushes himself off you and sits himself upright beside you. The warmth leaves with him and you secretly wish he would come back to lay on top of you.

“I know I shouldn’t be here, but I really need your help for something and this was the first place I thought of.”

You sniff in disdain. “And what was such an emergency that you had to come see me in my sanctuary this early in the day?”

“My parents are kicking me out of the house.”

“And this is my problem because….?”

“Because it involves our meadow.”

Well hold on a second now. This you weren’t anticipating.

“What about my meadow?”

He hesitates.

“Spit it out!”

“I’m moving here.”

You snort and slap your knee. “Good one, Hoseok. Okay, you can leave now.”

“I’m serious! They really are kicking me out and I really do wanna make my new home here.”

The way he sits so rigidly beside you, ears turned straight up, with a stoic expression on his face doesn’t sit well with you. Damn, he really is serious, but also—

“What the fuck? No.”

The expression on his face after you say that is laughable. You know what was really laughable, though? The fact that he thought you would make this easy for him.

“What? You think I want to move here? I mean… yeah, okay. I would like to move here one day with y—but anyway, I got kicked out! Said I’ve been a bachelor for too long and they want their space back or whatever! And I got nowhere else to go so, you know… I figured I’d make a home here.”

“And you didn’t think to consult me first before making this decision?!”

“Aren’t I talking to you now?”

“Hoseok!”

“Okay, look! I know it looks bad, okay? I swear I’m not trying to monopolize this place. I know what it means to you, but this meadow is important to me too! I’m going to build a tiny house just over there.” He gestures to a random spot in the east where the creek is relatively shallow and the trees are dense. “It’s so hidden away it’d be like I’m not even here.”

“But I would know you’re here.”

You seal your lips shut and cross your arms. How much longer until he gets on his knees and begs you?

“Flower, please? Please, you know I would let you do the same if you were put in this situation.”

He’s right. He’s always right. If you were the one being kicked out he would have let you stay in this meadow with no hesitance. That’s just how he is, however infuriating it is.

“I’m sorry. I really didn’t think it would bother you this much, but since it does I can crash at Kook’s place, I guess.”

Your eyes widen in alarm. He absolutely cannot crash at Kook’s place. That stag’s tiny home reeks of deer and fox cum. You would know. You had the unfortunate experience of walking in unannounced once and witnessing a most horrendous sight. You’re not so evil that you’d let him suffer through that.

Jimin would also absolutely kill you if he found out you knowingly let Hoseok go there. Goodbye to Jimin’s dick appointments and goodbye to your peace and quiet. With your tail tucked between your legs, you sigh and take his hand in both of yours. Your mind is running much too frantically for you to realize what you’ve just done.

“You can live here,” you say forlornly, head hung low. “...But that means I’m moving in too.”

“Wait… what?”

“This is my home too. I deserve half the rights of this place,” you tack on quickly before he can question you.

“You...want to live...with me?”

If you had a drink you would have spit it out after hearing those words. You do not, unfortunately, have a drink present, so instead your head shoots up so you can gawk at him. Your once racing mind is now frozen and empty save for one thought: living with Hoseok.

“I-I mean. Yes. Wait. No!” The look of confusion on his face is quickly wiped with a knowing grin and he places his free hand on top of yours as you ramble on. “No, um. I meant. You should. Er, I’m. No! I meant that I’m moving here too...in my own home. Yeah. You live in your house. I’ll live in mine.”

“You sure you don’t wanna live with me? My house would be big enough for the both of us, I’m sure.”

Only now do you realize you’ve been holding his hand this entire time. Well, damn. Your hands look real good between his. You surprisingly don’t hate the idea as much as you thought you would. The meadow is large enough that you can live in separate tiny homes with enough space to still have your privacy. You suppose if you had to do this with someone, you wouldn’t mind doing it with him. You’re definitely not going to think about why you don’t mind though.

Your once quiet haven is now filled with the scuffling of feet and boisterous laughter as the two of you move both your belongings into your new homes. You enlisted the help of various bird shifters who hollowed out two relatively large trees for you. With some nice words of encouragement that definitely was not in the form of blackmail, you got Jimin to bring a few of his fox buddies to dig their way into the untouched dirt of your meadow and create your new makeshift home.

Hoseok was able to get help from his family and Jungkook to build a sizable wooden cabin in the same spot he told you he was going to take. It’s been a few weeks now and finally the both of you are able to move in. Hopefully you’ll be fully moved in before the end of spring. You’d hate to work under the sweltering heat of summer.

But oh god, how will you live the rest of your days living with the bane of your existence? What if you step outside one day and catch him bathing in the creek? Or sunbathing on that boulder right over there? Oh god, what if he brings a doe home one day.

“Hey, Y/N!” Jimin’s head pops out from under the hollowed tree. “Where do you want me to put your box of panties?”

“Oh my god, Jimin!” Your previous worries now forgotten, you rush over to a very-not-sorry Jimin. “Stop going through my things! You already did your job so you can leave. Now!”

He cackles as you try and fail at pushing him out of the tree cavity. “Heck no! I am not leaving. I still can’t believe you put yourself in this situation.”

You grunt and he finally relents, stepping into the open.

“Have you spoken to him yet?”

You haven’t actually. Despite seeing each other practically every day for the past month, you haven’t had time to properly talk at all since that day, and you realize this is probably the longest you’ve gone without bickering.

You immediately spot him, the root of all your thoughts this past hour—or more like your whole life, but no one needs to know that. He and his buddy Namjoon, a bear shifter, are carrying what looks like wooden beams into his cottage. It looks really cozy. You wonder if you’ll be allowed to come in and see his home. Hoseok comes back out the door and waves at you, a smile ever present on his face.

“You’re sweet on him. Just admit it.”

“It’s like you want me to announce to the world that you’re screwing the biggest stag in our forest.”

Jimin scowls and grabs you by the neck, pulling you in a headlock. You’d snicker if not for his hard grip around your neck. “That’s not funny, cousin,” he gripes through his teeth. “Be careful what you say in public.”

“I’m not your fucking cousin, you mangy dog! Let me go or I’m gonna drop a stink bomb on you!”

“You wouldn’t dare. Not in front of your secret lover.”

“Park Jimin!”

You’re too busy struggling to be freed from Jimin’s stinky pits to notice another figure walking towards the two of you. An unfamiliar velvety voice calls out to you.

“Y/N! Jimin! I got bad news.” Out of the corner of your eye, you make out one of Jimin’s actual cousins, a fellow fox shifter you know as Taehyung, standing beside you. “I was trying to move your bed in but the walls caved. I think we’re gonna have to spend some extra time reinforcing all the walls before it’s safe for you to live in. You’re gonna need to figure out where to stay while we work on it.”

You deflate and will yourself to choke against Jimin’s arm. Of fucking course nothing ever works out in your favor. Jimin snickers and swiftly removes his hand causing you to fall with a dull thud.

“Fuck you,” you grunt as you pick yourself off the ground.

“Gross. That’s Jungkook’s job not yours. You should be telling Hoseok that. That’s his job.”

Just as you’re about to lunge at him, a strong pair of arms wraps around you. Immediately you’re shrouded in a scent that you know almost as well as your own.

“What’s my job?” Hoseok pipes behind you.

“Making sure that our sweet skunky gets lai—”

“Making sure that I have a room to sleep in while my house is being worked on!” You talk over Jimin who has the ugliest smirk plastered on his face. If Hoseok wasn’t currently restraining you, that darned fox would be weeping right now.

“Oh, damn!” Hoseok turns to you with a frown. “What’s wrong with your den?”

You shrug and point to Taehyung who you’d all but forgotten was here. With a heavy sigh at finally being acknowledged, he slouches over against a tree. The three of you listen as Taehyung explains in depth about what needs to be done and how long it’ll take.

“Alright well, now that it’s settled that you’ll be rooming with Hoseok, Taehyung, why don’t you and I go and fetch her things while they catch up, hm?” Before you can even get a word in, Jimin takes his friend by the hand and they run past you towards the tree hollow. Fuck.

You glance back at Hoseok who looks every bit as cheery as he did a minute ago. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was even perkier than before.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t even ask you. You totally don’t have to, you know, let me stay with you. I can just go back and stay with my parents or something!”

“No, no. I don’t mind at all. You’re always welcome in my home.”

“But… what if I stink up your place? Like, I don’t know if you know this but, I’m kinda stinky. I mean, in the open it’s not so bad but in closed quarters? Dude. It’s pretty bad.”

“I don’t think you’re stinky.”

“Ha! Ha, good one, dude. That’s funny.”

“I don’t think you’re stinky,” he repeats.

You snort and nod along sarcastically. You really weren’t trying to sound so negative. It’s a known fact that skunkfolk have a distinctive smell to them. Some people were nicer about it than others. Your kind found a solution to the smell long ago, but the salve used to remedy the smell required a lot of free time in order to apply it all over the body. You forgo it more often than not, long past the pubescent days of self consciousness and wanting everyone to like you. Your smell doesn’t bother you, it really doesn’t, but thinking about stinking up Hoseok’s new place brings a feeling of inadequacy and embarrassment to settle in your chest.

“Hey, flower. Look at me, please?” He tucks a finger under your chin and lifts your head up. His gaze is much too tender for your liking and you hold your breath when his hands come up to rub your tensed brows. “I promise I mean it when I say that you don’t stink. I wouldn’t lie to you, especially not about that. I also know you have nowhere else to stay so you’re stuck with me.”

“But your home.”

He shifts his hand to cup the side of your cheek and your tongue suddenly forgets how to move. You let yourself relax just a little into his touch. Surely he won’t notice.

“I wouldn’t mind if you live with me forever, my precious flower.” Your heart is hammering away in your chest and you’re sure your mouth is hanging wide open. “I’d even let you scent my antlers.” He breaks out into a shit eating grin and laughs as your expression falls into a grimace.

“Oh fucking heavens.” Before he can feel your face heat up even further, you push his hand away and stalk off into your den with the sounds of his cackle and your furiously thumping heart ringing in your ear.

The sun peeks just above the treetops by the time you stand in front of Hoseok’s door. You fretted over him letting you stay at no cost to you, so you were determined to at least bring in a housewarming gift of sorts. You spent most of the afternoon applying that darn salve as best as you can over the smelliest parts of you. Just in case. You spent the remainder of the day scrambling in your incomplete kitchen, hurrying to get something out before the sun fell.

You hope he doesn’t laugh at you. You don’t think he would. With a few raps against the door, you wait with nervous anticipation, rocking on the balls of your feet. You reach behind to stroke your tail that hasn’t stopped swishing around since you left your den. Oh, heavens. You can’t believe you’re actually doing this. It cracks open a second later and you’re met with a shirtless Hobi with an apron hung so loosely that it covers next to nothing. Thank the guardians for your flawless poker face.

“Where’s your shirt?”

He ignores your question and asks one of his own, eyeing the package in your hands. “Whatcha got there?”

“Oh, um. Here.” You shove your batch of banana leaf covered rice into his hands. “It’s, uh, sticky rice. As a thank you.”

His face lights up with glee and he carefully tucks them in the side pocket of his apron. Stepping away from the door, he beckons you in. The inside of his home is immaculate. The smell of freshly carved wood immediately hits your nose and you could not be more grateful for the effort you put in earlier applying the salve. The immediate room is almost completely barren save for a feather stuffed sofa and polished wooden coffee table. You follow his lead into the kitchen where freshly picked foliage lies scattered across the counter.

“I was hoping to finish before you came. I’m, um, almost done. If you could help me pluck the flowers out so I can wash them for our salad, that’d be great.”

He motions for you to sit at the dinner table while he moves further into the kitchen. You eye the variety of wildflower heads and herbs strewn on the table. You take the bowl Hoseok hands you and get to work with breaking the flower heads off the stem.

“Can’t believe you’re gonna be eating me for dinner.”

“If I knew it’d be this easy to finally get to taste you, I would have done this a long ago, my flower.”

Oh, fuck. The flower in your hand is promptly crushed in your fist and you stare at the back of Hoseok’s head with wide eyes. You walked right into that one. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. He really said that. He’s really getting brave, this man. He snickers and tosses his head back in laughter.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything. Unless you want me to. Just say the word.” He turns around to wink at you.

“Word.” You snicker when his previously smug face froze into a look of shock, but he recovers much quicker than you anticipate.

“All in due time, baby. All in due time.”

Once the flowers are plucked and rinsed, he sets two plates down across the table. The delicious assortment of salted flowers, red clover, and alfalfa causes saliva to pool in your mouth and you can’t wait to dig in. One banana leaf wrapped rice is placed on either side of both plates and you’re anxious about his reaction. You hope he’ll like it. He unwraps his and your heart warms when you hear a small gasp from across the table.

“There’s banana inside?! Oh my god!”

He takes a quick sniff and eagerly takes a bite. He lets out a loud moan and sweet heavens, if you weren’t seated you might have choked and tripped over your feet.

“Damn! This is the best rice I have ever had. Here, try it!” Completely ignoring your pack of own rice already in your hand, he reaches over the table and brings his piece of sticky rice up to your face. “Take a bite! Go on!”

Your head is reeling. At his close proximity and at the possible indirect kiss. Oh, dear. Your mind really went there. He moves the rice closer until it brushes against your bottom lip and with goosebumps trailing up your neck, you take a bite so he’ll finally sit back down. Far enough away that his scent doesn’t invade your senses. Far enough away that you don’t do something stupid like get up and kiss him. His smile grows when you bite into it and returns to his seat, satisfied.

Dinner continues with no other distractions. Until your mouth decides it likes it when your brain short circuits because the next words out of your mouth have you choking on a leaf.

“So… tell me why you’re shirtless?”

To his credit, he doesn’t bat an eye at your obviously flustered appearance.

“I’ll tell you if you tell me why you put on that odor repellent thing on you.”

You balk. You didn’t think he’d notice. Or care to mention it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play stupid. I can’t smell you. I could barely smell you the moment you stepped foot in my home.”

Your cheeks warm at the knowledge of him actively seeking out your scent. Good god. You give yourself a mental pat on the back for having a steady voice as you lift your head up and say, “I’m doing you a favor, Bi. Considering I’m staying for a few days, who knows how long my scent will linger on you. You wouldn’t wanna repel any doe friends, would you?”

You’d anticipated an answer, but he remains silent for a solid minute, chewing his food and staring at you thoughtfully.

“I don’t… I don’t care about that. You know that.” He pauses and bites his lip. “But if you don’t, well, I want you to know that you don’t ever have to hide any part of yourself from me. I’m not ashamed of you, you know. I like it when others can smell you on me. So if it was never clear before, I’m gonna tell you now. You can get rid of that salve because never in the years I’ve known you have I ever seen you use it, and you’re never going to have to use it around me.”

You’re stunned into silence. Well. That was… a conversation you certainly weren’t prepared for. Sure, you knew your antics with Hoseok were all in good fun and you knew neither of you disliked each other at all. But it’s one thing to skirt around your weird friendship with him and bicker all the time. It’s a whole other thing to hear him speak to you with such sincerity.

“I just… don’t want people to talk about you behind your back,” you offer lamely.

“Bullshit. I could give a rat’s ass about what people have to say and you know that. Besides, no one’s ever cared about what you and I are up to. Not after that carnival fiasco. And since when did you start caring about what other people think about us?”

Us. He said us and your heart hammers away at the notion of you two being a package deal. A two-in-one. A pair. Oh heavens. For the first time since the conversation took a nose dive into the deep unventured waters, you lift your eyes from your empty plate and peer up at him. You didn't know what you were expecting but you certainly weren’t expecting the softest of smiles adorning his face. You don’t think you’ve ever seen that expression on him and you didn’t think it would ever be directed towards you. Now that it is, you’re not sure what to do with yourself.

“You’re important to me. And now that we’re neighbors, you’re stuck with me for a long time.” He rises out of his seat and grabs your empty plates. “Now c’mon. Come help your stag in the kitchen.”

The following days go as follows:

You wake up. Always before Hoseok. You’re surprised to learn that the man who is always so dazzling is not an early riser at all. He’s actually very mellow and grumbly when he wakes up, and your chest fills with flutters with the way he immediately seeks you out every morning. You never mention how your tail always seems to wrap itself around his leg when he comes to cuddle you from behind, and neither does he mention how he subtly bucks his head against yours as he slowly wakes up.

It’s only been a few days, yet you’ve already created a routine—one that is too easy to get used to. Without even realizing it, your day has slowly begun revolving around Hoseok. You wake up and make breakfast for the both of you. When he awakens, you head outside to stretch under the morning sun, then you go back inside to eat. It was an unspoken rule of sorts to eat together.

You part ways after breakfast, going about your day, running your own errands, but you always make it back home just before sunset to have dinner with him. The week comes and goes much too quickly and before you know it, your den is ready for you to move into. As much as you’ve enjoyed whatever this temporary living was with Hoseok, you’ve really missed living underground and waking up to the earthy chill of the morning.

Come morning of your last day living with Hoseok, you awaken to a floral smell coming from the other side of the room. With a loud yawn, you stumble out of your room into the kitchen and coo at the sight in front of you. Hoseok stands over a pot of boiling water, dozing off on his feet. Cute. You almost walk up to him to wrap your arms around his waist. Almost.

Instead, you seat yourself on your side of the dining table, legs spread wide, and after clearing your throat loudly, you proclaim, “Good morning, slave. Wake up and bring me my tea.”

You stifle a giggle when his body stiffens and his eyes shoot open. He whips his head around and scowls at you.

“What would you have done if I jumped and burned myself?”

“Well you didn’t. Where’s my tea, slave?”

“You know, I woke up this morning thinking I’d give my neighbor-turned-roomie a parting gift, but I think the carrots in the garden are more deserving of the fruits of my labor.”

“False. You’re going to miss waking up to me in your kitchen with breakfast ready for you, you big baby.”

“I am, actually. I’ve gotten used to seeing you every time I wake up.”

Well, shit. You hadn’t been banking on this change in mood and you try to turn it back.

“You act like I’m moving far away forever. I’m literally your neighbor—your only neighbor.”

“Still too far for my liking. I like it much better when you’re one room away from me.”

He pouts. Actually pouts and you think you just might combust from the cuteness of it all, so you do what you do best. Change the subject.

“What are you making for us this morning?”

He perks up and lifts a tea bag sitting on the counter. “Hibiscus tea! I pulled out the real good one I got from Joon a while back. I only drink it on special occasions so you should be feeling real special right now.”

“Wow,” you smirk. “Maybe I should be nicer to you more often if it means I get free tea every morning.”

“That’s right you should.”

“Meh… that’s too much work.” You sit back in your chair and beckon with your hand. “Alright, stag. Bring me my tea.”

He scoffs. “I’m not your slave,” he says but he brings two teacups from the cupboard and pours the red tinted tea into them. He places the cup in front of you and you smile when you see a small mint leaf floating at the top.

“Nice touch, but it’s going to wilt from how hot it is.”

He shrugs. “Yeah, well, that’s your problem. Not mine.”

“Fuck you.”

“Well, since you’re so eager, I can join you in the bedroom as soon as I finish my tea.”

You gasp at his dirty comment and with narrowed eyes you wait until he has his lips on the cup. Then you raise your foot to kick his shin under the table.

“Ow! Fuck!” The tea spills over his mouth and drips down his shirt to which you cackle in victory.

“Serves you right.”

He growls and sets his cup down then pulls the soiled shirt off. Well. Okay. You were not expecting that. Shit, shit, shit. Backfired.

“If you wanted me to take my shirt off, all you had to do was ask, flower.”

You bite back the retort on the tip of your tongue and sip on your tea. He may have won this round, but there were plenty more rounds in the near future that you were certain you’ll win.

After breakfast, you pack up your belongings scattered around his home. It startles you how empty his house looks now that your things are gone, but before you can give it more thought, you scurry out the door.

“I miss you already!” He calls after you, and you can’t help the giggle that slips out of your mouth.

Once you reach the tree hollow, you turn around to find him still standing by his front door, watching you with a smile on his face. You blow a kiss to him and bite back a laugh when he staggers backwards and clutches his chest, as if your kiss had actually reached him. Oh, you had it bad. With one final wave, you head inside, comforted with the knowledge that he had it just as bad. You aren’t quite sure when you’ll be ready to face these feelings you have for him, but you know that whenever that moment is, he’ll be there with you, just like he always has been.

a/n 2.0: no i do not have a thing for hobibi wym??????????????? no i do not have 1234 fics written for him wym???????? did you like this 🥺 are they not the cutest? pls share your thoughts with me <<333 i don’t bite. promise.

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chauhee · 4 years

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TBZ Reaction to their S/O making them sleep on the couch after an argument

[Requested by Anon] Hey can u do the boyz reactions to the reader making them sleep on the couch after a argument maybe with a fluff ending plz

Genre - Angst & Fluff

Warnings - mentions of an argument

Sangyeon

When you told him to sleep on the couch, he understood your decision. The argument had gotten heated and he realized that both of you should take some time apart to calm down. He goes over to the couch, with a blanket and his pillow. He may have gotten angry, but it wasn’t really anything to do with you. He tossed and turned for a long time before deciding to go to your room, asking you if he could come back to bed, apologizing profusely for overreacting.

Jacob

It would hurt him a lot to have you say you want him to spend the night away from you. Of course, he doesn’t protest, though, he would never want to overstep your boundaries. You could see his pained face as he takes a blanket and a pillow, exiting the room with his head hanging low. He would feel really guilty for allowing the argument to get so bad that you wouldn’t want to be around him. In the morning, though, he probably tries to apologize by making you a really nice breakfast in bed, kissing you awake, telling you how sorry he is over and over.

Younghoon

He doesn’t want to leave you alone. Honestly, he can’t even get to sleep without you. So, when you told him to go sleep on the couch, he was devastated. He probably took a long time just sitting down on the couch in silence, mulling over the argument in his mind over and over. He can’t stand being in a bad place with you. He would go over to the bedroom, knocking at the door. “Can we just talk about this, baby?”

Hyunjae

The argument got too heated. Even in the moment, he knew that you were going to want to spend the night away from him. He expected it when you brought it up, so in anger he stormed out of the room. You sat on your bed, trying to calm down for an hour or two before he came back, apologizing. He held you tightly for the rest of the night, feeling incredibly guilty for fighting with you.

Juyeon

I can see this making him even more angry during an argument. Not at you, it would just add to the stress and frustration of the situation. Not only does he have to deal with the anger from the argument, he also has to spend a lonely and cold night without you. Like Hyunjae, I see him storming out. But instead of coming back, he would text you a long apology and fall asleep, hoping you’ll see it when you wake up and forgive him.

Kevin

I see him being extremely sad when you tell him to sleep on the couch. One of his rules he tells himself in relationships is to never go to sleep angry, it will only make things worse. He probably insists that you guys take a few minutes or an hour apart to calm down. He will talk with you through the argument after the initial emotions have gone down, solving the problem quite easily to both of your surprise. He would cuddle you all night, probably doing a lot of cheesy things during the next few days to make it up to you.

New / Chanhee

Another one that would just get even more frustrated. But he would understand why and probably sleep out on the couch without much outward argument. He would feel terrible, though. He would plan out his apology for the next day, but get impatient, getting up after only a few hours. He’d come into your room in the middle of the night, determined to clear things up with you. You two end up making up, and he makes it up to you during the next day.

Q / Changmin

You probably couldn’t tell from his emotionless expression as he walked out of the bedroom that he was extremely hurt by this. It felt like thousands of knives pierced his heart at once. The fact that you didn’t even want to be around him after the argument was a wake up call for him. For hours as he stared up at the ceiling in the dark, he thought about all the things he had done wrong to make you so angry. After a while, he knocks on your door, asking if he can talk to you.

Haknyeon

Oof he would get very angry. I think this would only make the argument worse, honestly. I see him actually spending the night on the couch, but probably unable to sleep. He was in too much of a bad mood to sleep. The next day, he would be a bit more composed, though. You two would talk it out, and he would tell you how much telling him to sleep away from you hurt him. You would probably have to make it up to him for sending him away lol.

Sunwoo

He probably refuses it at first. “Wait, can’t we just talk this out, please don’t shut me out!” He got too angry, and you didn’t want to deal with that. You knew the worst punishment for him would be to make him sleep apart from you. He wouldn’t take it, though. He would be outside your door after only a few minutes, asking for your forgiveness, promising endless cuddles if you just let him back into bed.

Eric

Once you told him to sleep on the couch, his anger shattered into hundreds of pieces. It pulled him out of the heat of the moment, realizing that he was actually hurting you. He would try to make the argument turn into more of a conversation. You two probably end up talking all night, so forget sleep. The next day, you sleep in until the afternoon in his arms.

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 4 years

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Since you asked 'It will come back' by our Hozi boi (i feel like this is a creature Jask vine hardcore)

Y’all plz listen to this song if you haven't heard it its so fucking good and i fux with it hard. I see your creature Jask and raise you canon Geralt.

As a fellow touch starved idiot like Geralt I just couldn’t resist. This got LONG, much longer than I thought and I have lost all objectivity. I hope you like it! 😂

Warnings: Hella self loathing, mainly just big time moodiness, we got swearing as always in my fics lol

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Geralt couldn’t say he was surprised when the bard fell into the seat across from him in Posada, annoyed but not surprised. With his pristine clothes and expensive shoes he looked like a noble’s son on a rebellious streak or a mission to ‘find himself’, so it was part of the script for him to approach Geralt. He was different, dangerous, a new shiny toy that would be cast aside rather quickly.

But he stayed. Not only did he stay, but he was also kind and jovial, even protective at times. Geralt was surprised by this, of course, but it was clear the young man wasn’t aware what he said had any effect on the witcher. Jaskier must not have been taught, Geralt concluded, that witchers were abominations. The bard couldn’t know his small smiles and stupid jokes were wrapping the witcher around his little finger. He didn’t understand what he was doing, surely.

Geralt began insisting on roughing it more often. There was a week, about four months in, where he thought Jaskier had finally had enough of him. Good, he’d thought, he can leave before he becomes a weakness. But he had been careful not to put into words ‘before he becomes my weakness.’

When Jaskier stormed off into the woods and came back a few minutes later with an angry gleam in his eyes but forgiveness on his tongue Geralt was stunned.

When those eyes softened in… pity? sadness? understanding? Geralt was terrified. In that moment he was sure he would rather endure another round of trials than lose this stupid little human.

So he did the only thing he knew how. He withdrew and drew a wide circle around himself that he did his best to keep the bard out of. He snapped at him, critiqued his songs, drove him near the breaking point of human exhaustion, but this human wouldn’t leave. And his persistence wore him down occasionally.

There were nights he leaned into Jaskier’s warmth. When he was too tired to fight and the bard’s words were sweet as honey they would talk. He told stories from Kaer Morhen that none but his brothers knew, told Jaskier how he got all his scars, told him about his first heartbreak. It felt too good. Too comfortable. He began to fight it less and less, finding he enjoyed letting go of this particular shield around the bard.

Then Jaskier hugged him, and he hugged back.

Every bone in Geralt’s body was screaming. His arms were warm and comforting, almost bringing tears to his eyes as Geralt failed to pull away. His body was begging for more, to be held and treated gently, but his mind was in a fog of panic.

Geralt couldn’t let it happen again.

He wracked his brain trying to think of ways to get Jaskier to leave and stay gone, if not for his own safety then for Geralt’s sanity. He realized with a mix of horror and confusion that he’d become inexplicably attached to Jaskier.

Geralt felt a bitterness creep in over the next few months.

There was no way the bard didn’t know the effect he had on him. Geralt was helpless. He couldn’t tell him no, couldn’t sleep without him near, couldn’t think about anything but him when their hands brushed or their knees knocked beneath a table. He wasn’t bitter because of the bard’s hold on him, no, he was bitter because he knew as soon as he gave in and let himself fall into Jaskier like he wanted to he would never be able to climb back to the surface.

He already noticed how he’d changed. He was more patient, more self-assured, better able to understand the way a husband might lash out over his missing wife. It irked Geralt to admit it, but the bard had chipped away at a small section of his armor and made him soft again; almost vulnerable.

The bitterness turned into a possessiveness he’d never experienced and, frankly, it scared him. Geralt began to miss him when he wasn’t near, felt a kind of desperation when the bard wouldn’t look at him that made him want to pull his hair out.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. They were laying out their bedrolls near the fire and Jaskier winked at him, fucking winked.

“What are you playing at?” he demanded, throwing his bedroll at their pile of packs.

“Oh calm down, you big brute. It was a joke. Or are you too old for those?”

Geralt tried to answer but found he was unable. The torrent of emotions swirling in his chest wanted out and he was choking on them, anchored to the spot. He just stood and stared at Jaskier as he went about his business for a moment longer.

“What, Geralt?”

“You can’t keep doing this to me…” his words barely left his mouth but he regretted them as if he’d shouted from the mountain tops.

Jaskier’s face was unreadable, “What is it that I’m doing to you?”

Geralt grit his teeth and clenched his fists. The problem was he had no idea what the bard was doing to him.

“If you’re going to leave, or resent me… just go now. I can’t take it. You’re perfectly capable of finding a nice wife to fill your father’s castle once he’s gone. Stop wasting your time on me and… and making me…”

Jaskier stepped closer, a frown creating a new line between his brows, “Making you what, Geralt?” his tone was almost impatient, but there was an edge of something Geralt dare not identify.

The witcher could barely breathe, he just stared into the fire to his right and screwed up his face in shame. He couldn’t say it. He’d probably never be able to say it.

Then Jaskier’s fingers were trailing down his forearm and gently grasping his ring and pinky fingers as he whispered, “If you need time, take it. I’m not going anywhere.”

Geralt’s chest tightened and he snarled before he could think of stopping himself, “For fuck’s sake, don’t be kind to me.”

Jaskier tilted his head, still not letting go of Geralt’s hand, “Why wouldn’t I be kind to you?”

“Because I don’t know what to do with it!” Geralt felt as if he were tumbling off a cliff even though he was staring at his feet firmly planted on the ground, “If I accept your… your.. Whatever this is and you leave I’ll be broken. Please, for the love of Melitelle, just go so I can breathe. You don’t know what it is you’re offering when you say these things.”

“I don’t want to go anywhere.” Jaskier insisted, not budging an inch.

Geralt found he wasn’t strong enough to pull his hand from the bards grasp, not even to make an attempt, “You know better than to hold me like this…”

“Clearly I don’t.” Jaskier argued, that edge of frustration in his voice coming back, “Why is this so fucking hard for you? I’ve seen you bed men, tell me it’s not just me that’s so abhorrent to you.”

“You can’t afford to be tied to me like that… and I can’t afford to lose you…” Geralt whispered, doing his best to shove the tears back down his throat.

“I believe what I deem worth paying is up to me,” Jaskier tilted his chin up, looking directly into his eyes with such a tenderness that Geralt’s knees almost gave out, “Stop pushing me away.”

Their faces were terrifyingly close, so close Gealt could feel the bard’s breath on his neck as he tried to steady the shaking of his hands, “I want to…” he breathed, “...if I-”

Jaskier didn’t give him time to finish. He sealed his lips to his witcher’s and pulled him as close as he could. Geralt felt his heart twist in his chest, painfully so, like he would burst as soon as Jaskier pulled away.

To his surprise, when they parted, he didn’t keel over dead.

Jaskier brought his other hand up to rest against Geralt’s jaw, “I have every intention of keeping you. Forever.”

Geralt groaned in defeat, leaning his forehead against the bard’s, “Good. You’ll never get rid of me now.”

#geraskier #hozier #it will come back by hozier #geraskier fic #geraskier oneshot #it will come back geraskier #touch starved geralt #dumbass geralt #oblivious geralt #jaskier #geralt of rivia #patient jaskier #jullian alfred pankratz #song fic #regan writes #comfy writes #regan answers #comfy answers

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smashbrandiscooch · 4 years

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I love your list fanfics for abby and was wondering if you could do one where she comforts the reader after a bad nightmare. sorry if this is too specific and totally understand if you don’t want to; I just get nightmares this time of year and it would be rly comforting to read. tysm and I love your fics💗

Abby Comforting S/O After Nightmares Headcannons

Omg thank you, and I hope you enjoy reading this and start having better dreams 💕💞💕 I’m sorry about the inactivity lately, I’ve got such bad writer’s block rn plz forgive me 🥺

SFW

Abby usually tends to have more nightmares in the relationship, but every once in a while you’ll wake up with a bad dream

Shooting up from dead sleep and looking around frantically

“Abby? Abigail?” Gently shaking her shoulder as tears slowly ran down your face

Abby slowly propping herself up on her elbow, then rubbing her eyes

Whenever she looks up sees you crying she suddenly isn’t tired anymore, “Hey, what’s the matter..?” Frowning as she brushed the tears from under your eyes

“What’d you dream about, babe?”

Telling her about it as she rubbed your back in a soothing manner

And assuring you that it won’t happen as long as Abby’s with you

Bc in Abby’s words, ‘you’re stuck with her’ lol

But if you don’t wanna say she’s okay with that

She won’t try and pry an answer out of you

Abby not making you feel bad for waking her up at all

In fact, she’s glad that you woke her up instead of trying to go back to sleep

Wrapping you up in a blanket and kissing your forehead after she got out of bed

And coming back with a glass of water

Literally doing anything and everything to try and help cheer you up lol

Letting you play, or braid her hair

Giving you piggyback ride around the stadium while you’re wrapped up in Abby’s biggest blanket lol

And jumping around so she could hear you laugh

“Okay,” Abby pausing once she reached the end of the hallway, then looking in both directions, “Where to now?”

Smiling as you raised and pointed your leg to the right, “That way.”

You guys somehow end up on the complete other side of the building lol

Abby teaching you the greatness of ding-dong-ditch

“Okay,” Abby held her arm up, ready to start pounding on Jordan’s door, “You ready?”

“Hell yeah.”

She smirked then started pounding on the door with both of her fists, then she grabbed your hand and bolted lol

Or just laying in bed and cuddling if you didn’t want to get up

She tells you the craziest stories to help keep your mind preoccupied

Or staying up talking about random shit

Abby pressing soft, loving kisses all over your face, then slowly making her way to your jaw and neck

All while she’s running her hands up and down your sides

She prefers to be the big spoon, but she’ll make an exception if you want to be her little backpack lol

If not, she’ll engulf you in the biggest bear hug, and tangle her legs in yours

Laying on top of her while listening to her heart beat

Abby not falling asleep until she knows you’re okay, and she sees that you’re back asleep in her arms

#abby anderson/reader #abby anderson x reader #abby/reader #abby x reader #abigail anderson/reader #abigail anderson x reader #smashbrandiscooch #mine

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avalonmoonshinesstuff · 3 years

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Sirius or Remus?

Dear Noony,

I have no context (and way too many ask games to check which one this is about) so I'll make this a long-ass post because I just have ✨ thoughts ✨ on these characters.

The topics are:

Who do I ship more with Severus.

Who do I see becoming friends with Severus.

Which character do I prefer more.

Who would win in a fight.

Who would I choose for myself.

Who would I write in my next fanfic.

Who do I see myself getting along with.

Whose counterpart is cooler.

Conclusion.

Who do I ship more with Severus: Now, although I like a good Snupin (love it when Moony recognizes Severus as it's mate), it's Snack/Snirius that steals my heart. It just has that perfect level of angst, enemies to lovers, and love angles (not triangles, I usually dislike them, thanks). Hate sex is amazing too, and the fiction is beautiful. And the weird tingling that the fighting seems like flirting in the back of their minds. And when they're both mutually pining but they think that it's unrequited. And more.

Also, yes, Remus may be more wholesome and might give Sev some therapy (after he gets some himself, of course) but I can't ship a relationship that may have a NPC that's being too giving and a replacement for therapy. Trust me, Remus would drop Sev because of how much he hates himself not being there for him as therapy.

Who do I see becoming friends with Severus: Remus, tbh, even though I'd like to say Sirius. Sirius has an irrational dislike for Severus from the start, while I think Remus just went along with his friends. He's the flow in the moment kind of person (I'm pretty sure he's a February Pisces) and they are kind of NPC characters or they believe they are. Obviously, Remus has to stop having NPC syndrome for him to actually move on from his prejudice against Severus and SEVERELY beg for forgiveness if he wants to be on friendly terms with Severus. Severus (in my opinion) has the capacity to forgive people with time and convincing (as I imagine is the case with McGonagall, who used to favor her Marauders). And Remus has the capacity to work really hard for a goal (as we see when he is spying in the Werewolf camp), to the point that people start questioning his loyalty.

When we see Remus go back to his pregnant wife (I hope he did, I can't remember)... We know that Remus can get over all this and try, at the very least, to be Severus' friend.

Which character do I prefer more: I'd love to say that I prefer none of these because I usually do but... I like Sirius more than Remus (not that I hate Remus). As a Pisces Rising, I get that Remus wanted friends and that he had a serious hindrance stopping him, but the fact that even after everyone is dead and gone... He doesn't reevaluate what he thought of Severus really shows. His behavior towards him, his first lesson, the way he minimized what James and Sirius did even after so long really shows that Remus is very comfortable and in love with the position he is in. I get that its easy to not think critically, but Remus was in a position to bring change. You see, after the job was gone, and Harry came to him asking about James' bullying... Remus should have really taken the chance to talk positively about a fellow order member that Harry would be trusting his life onto (if not for Severus, for Harry's mental health because he was trusting Sev with his life). When I realized that Remus was a Pisces, I felt very offended because I would never not use the power I had for some good (he was prefect) and I couldn't imagine life being as passive and unchanged as Remus was. I guess, in the end, I kinda dislike him for personal reasons... I mean, did this fictional character have to be a Pisces??

No shade on Sirius, I actually do like him, and it's not completely based on how much I kind of dislike Remus. Remus is a gray character and Sirius is the kind of gray that's closer to black. But I love him for it because he didn't have any leadership roles (except as Harry's godfather) that he completely fucked up. Sirius does show change, minimal though it is, he really does. As a teen, he believed in complete evil and complete good. He desperately tried to be completely good, who was James ig. He did become mini James but as an adult, he kind of realizes that James isn't completely good. Obviously, his hate towards Severus is still there; he's still the bully. However, I do think that his redemption from that role was set up when he says that line "the world isn't divided into good people and death eaters". I think (?) this is said around Regulus' sacrifice was found so it was mostly applying to Regulus and not Severus for Sirius. But, in my opinion, Regulus is the appetizer for Severus' redemption. And! Sirius told Harry that he never thought Severus could actually become a death eater, so this feeling multiplies. I see amazing Snirius happening Post war (whether they survive or not doesn't matter, they can get together in the afterlife for all I care). Sirius being the elder brother, having all responsibility on his head, and him breaking through them is really cool (although he didn't break away from two stereotypes: crazy and dark/dark gray). Him never feeling remorse is scary af but brief moments before his death, I did see some spark of redemption there. Above that, more than 10 years of isolation and prison does drive people mad, okay? This man needs some serious therapy (I think I also project some of my BPD onto him).

So, in the end, I like Severus only (I almost never need to project onto him because he's that good) and barely tolerate the others 😅.

Who would win in a fight: My man Remus, plz, he'd win anyday. He did, against Sirius, in canon (POA).

Who would I choose for myself?: Neither for sex, Sirius as my slave coz he'd hate it. (He's fictional) I have a gf so I'm happy everywhere else. All I want is a good slave 🤣. Also, dogs are cool, lol.

Who would I write in my next fanfic?: I have two planned already, but I think I want to write some Severus x male!Reader with background Severus x Remus (onesided, atm).

Who do I see myself getting along with: Neither, really, because I would think that Sirius is too much and Remus too NPC. I do think that I'd be acquainted with Remus because we love libraries and chocolate but our interests would vastly differ and I think it's weird trying to talk to someone new when in a library.

Whose counterpart is cooler: I was going to go with Remus, and I'm still going to go with Renus. I do see the potential in Sirius (change at your will) but from a medical perspective, and muggle too, Remus is way cooler. Potion-making barely (if ever) needs magic and that's what the muggles have. Becoming a Lycanthrope doesn't require a magical core (as far as I'm concerned). Lycanthropy is the kind of magic that muggles are familiar with, a moon-blessed-craziness (it's well documented). If muggles research, they can find a way to make transformations completely painless etc. Muggles can be Lycanthropes but not Animagi so Remus is definitely cooler.

Conclusion: Wow, that was long! Okay, in the end, I think they were both complex characters who each had their redeemable qualities. Gray af, too, as most of HP characters are. Too bad, I only like Sev and those who I think matches well with him (he is the bar and if anyone is beneficial to him, only then will I like them).

It's the mentally ill character for me!! Sirius wins!!

Thanks so much for asking and if I didn't cover any part, feel free to ask some more!! Or even if you want more elaborations 😌

#pro snape #remus lupin critical #sirius black critical #fair warning #Severus is the bar against whom I judge all other characters #severus snape #personal #i guess?#ask #ask response #ask wasn't specific so I had fun #snape #hp #severussnape #apparently #siri wins??

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breanime · 4 years

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Bre can I haz Coco Cruz plz 💞💗❣️ "Who did this?" "Why do you care?" "Can you forgive me?" Pretty plz with a cherry on top? Need some more of my loco Coco puff 😍🍰

“Loco Coco puff” LITERALLY made me lol. Amazing.

Your house was right on the border, just a few miles away from one of the main tunnels the Mayans used. Your family had worked with Alvarez for years, so when your parents moved back to Mexico and left you the property, you took over their partnership with the Mayans. It was a good deal, they provided you with protection and gave you a cut of their profits, and you let them dig holes under your land and use your place as a safe house. It was a win-win.

And you got to ride Coco like a fucking bucking bronco—which was a huge plus.

But you caught feelings—which was not a part of the plan.

Naturally, you tried to swallow them down, act like it wasn’t the highlight of your week when you got to see Coco, but it was hard. Especially since he only saw you as a warm body; convenient and accessible, but not essential to his life.

“I can’t always answer when you fucking call, you know?” Coco said, pulling on his pants. “I got shit to take care of, okay? I can’t be at your beck and call.”

“Who’s asking you to?” You asked back, covering your naked body with your blanket. “I’m just saying, it’s fucked up that you haven’t answered the last four times I’ve called, but you can show up out of nowhere like it’s no big deal.”

“That’s cause it ain’t,” he said back, shrugging into his shirt before throwing on his kutte as well, “What do you want me to say, Y/N? You ain’t my woman, I don’t answer to you.”

You bristled. He wasn’t wrong, but man… That stung. “I just thought…”

“Yeah, that’s your fucking problem,” he shot back, grabbing his keys, “you think too fucking much.” He walked out, slamming the door behind him. A few moments later, you heard the roar of his bike, and you knew he was gone.

Coco felt like a dick.

He knew he was being a dick when he stormed off like that, but usually he could brush the feeling off after a nice ride. But it didn’t go away. He knew he’d fuck things up with you sooner or later, he just hadn’t thought it would be so soon. Fuck.

He was fucking crazy about you.

You were smart, funny, loyal, beautiful—and the fact that you were interested in him blew his mind. So when Coco first had the chance to get you in bed, Coco took the fucking chance to get you in bed. He hadn’t thought he’d get another, but he did. And then it kind of became a thing… whenever the Mayans had business around your area, he’d stop by. And Coco could play it off—for a while—like he was just there to hook up and that was it, but the guys knew the truth: he wanted you—not just as this temporary fling, fun as it was, but he wanted you for real. And he knew he wasn’t good enough for you, so he did what he did best.

Lashed out and fucked up any slim chance he had of being with you.

It’d been two weeks since he’d spoken to you, and every night he checked his phone to see if you called or texted, and every night… you didn’t. Coco spent hours rereading your texts and looking at the picture he had of you. He’d taken it one night while you were asleep, you looked so beautiful, cuddled in his arms, he couldn’t help himself. And now he’d fucked it all up; classic him.

��Ay, Coco,” Angel popped his head in, interrupting Coco’s brooding, “We gotta go; there’s a problem in the desert.”

“There’s a problem in the desert?” Coco repeated, pocketing is phone. “What the hell are you talkin’ about, man?”

“Y/N was robbed.”

Coco was on his feet in a second, his heart racing. “What? When? Is she hurt? Who the fuck—”

“I don’t know, man, that’s why we gotta go,” Angel answered, “Come on!”

Coco was carrying three illegal weapons on him and was a convicted felon, but he broke every speeding law to get to you. Angel, Gilly, and EZ were riding with him, but he was leading the pack. His blood was boiling thinking of you being hurt, and the idea that someone—or someones—broke into your home and terrorized you… He should have been there. Or at the very least, it should have been clear to every lowlife, criminal derelict, and cartel peon that you were with Coco fucking Cruz, and therefore not to be fucked with. But it wasn’t—and that was on him.

When they pulled up to your place, Coco got off his bike without even turning it off. He heard the guys pull in after him, but he needed to get to you, needed to make sure you were okay. And if you weren’t—he was gonna raise hell.

As soon as he had his helmet off, Coco’s sniper eyes were picking up on the damage. Your front door was cracked, and the doorknob was missing. Someone had shot it off. The window was broken, and Coco could see glass on the floor inside. He didn’t bother knocking; he assumed you knew they were coming.

“Y/N—” he called.

He was greeted by the barrel of a shotgun.

Coco stopped, putting his hands up (it was a conditioned response). You were standing in front of him with a shotgun in your hands. “Fuck, Y/N, don’t shoot!” You sighed, putting the gun down, and that’s when Coco saw your eye. You had a black eye. He moved, his hand going to the side of your face, and he growled when you winced. When he spoke, Coco’s voice was low and slow. "Who did this?"

You scoffed. "Why do you care?" You batted his hand away, stepping back.

He blinked. “Wha—cause I—you—you’re my—”

“I’m your what?” You asked, leaning the gun on the wall, “I ain’t shit to you, Coco. You made that clear.”

“That’s… Fuck, Y/N… I…” Coco sighed. “I didn’t mean that, okay? I was being a dick, and I… I’m sorry.” He took a breath. “Please, mi dulce, just let me see your eye.”

You frowned but let Coco’s fingers brush against your eye and cheek.

He took another breath, trying to calm his building rage and channel it into focusing on you. “Who did this?” He asked again.

“Juan and his crew,” you answered with a shrug, your face still in his hands, “He took a bunch of shit, slapped me around a bit—”

“He’s fucking dead,” Coco promised, his blood running cold, “I’m gonna kill all of those bastards…”

You sighed, and Coco felt you relax against him. “I know you’re not… I know you don’t want to answer to anyone, and you think I think too much and read into things, and I promise, I’m not, I won’t, but…” You looked up at him, and your eyes looked so big and sad and scared, and Coco felt simultaneously murderous and guilty all at once. “Can you just hold me for a second-?”

Coco pulled you to him, wrapping his arms around you. This is where you belonged, and he fucking knew that. He always had. “I need you to listen,” he said, his voice muffled by your hair, “I know I don’t deserve it, but just… Hear me out. I’m a fucking dumbass.”

“I’m listening,” you deadpanned.

He chuckled, still holding you. “I was being a fucking pussy before, when I said you’re not my woman and all that shit… It was…” He pulled back, his dark eyes staring down at you. “I didn’t mean that shit. I want you—for real. And I should have said all this before this shit happened to you…” He cupped your face. “I should have been here. I should have protected you, hermosa. I never should have talked to you like that before, and I’m sorry.” He wanted to kiss you, but he wasn’t sure if he had your permission to yet. "Can you forgive me?"

You nodded. “It’s not your fault that this happened, Coco.”

“No, I mean I’m sorry for everything—for what happened between us before and for this,” he clarified, “I know I ain’t shit, Y/N, and I don’t deserve you, but I—”

You shut him up with a kiss, and Coco sighed into your lips. He held you as close as he could, and as he kissed you, he vowed to himself to always hold you like this—no matter how scared he was. You deserved that, and he wanted to be the one to give it to you. You were both smiling when you pulled back. He opened his mouth to say something sweet to you—

—but was interrupted by thunderous applause and cheering.

You both turned to see Angel, EZ, and Gilly in the entry way, clapping as you embraced.

“Fucking finally,” Angel grinned.

“Taza owes me 30 bucks,” Gilly added.

“Riz owes me 20,” EZ said, nodding.

“The fuck, you assholes were taking bets?” Coco asked, his arms still wrapped around you.

“Hell yeah,” Angel answered, sauntering into the house and carelessly stepping on the broken glass, “We knew from the get that Y/N wanted a nice cup of hot Coco…”

“And clearly you’re an emotional wuss who’s all heart eyes for Y/N,” Gilly said.

You laughed, and while Coco flipped them off, he laughed too. The guys spent the rest of the evening cleaning up your place before the others met them out there, and before they hit the road to track down Juan and his guys, Coco kissed you.

“You know,” you said, smiling up at him, “I’m starting to think there might be some benefits to being your girl.”

“Oh, baby,” he grinned back, “There are. The occasional murder is one thing, but the orgasms,” he leaned in, his lips brushing over yours, “that’s where I really shine.”

You giggled, kissing him.

“Don’t buy that shit,” Angel called from his spot on his bike, “He’s much better at the murdering!”

“Implying that my boyfriend has given you an orgasm,” you deadpanned.

“Hey,” Coco flicked your nose, “watch your mouth.” He leaned down and kissed you again. “The Boy Scout’s gonna stay and make sure you’re safe, and I’ll be back in a few hours, okay?”

You nodded. “Be safe.”

Coco grinned back—there was still the tight coil of rage burning in his chest, but he was on his way to relieve it. Besides, he had you now, for real, and by the end of the night, every motherfucker on either side of the border would know:

You were Coco Cruz’s girl.

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Thanks for reading! I felt like those prompts were PERFECT for Coco!

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softyoongiionly · 5 years

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Fear and Dumplings: Chapter Fifteen

Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.

Summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Underground Rapper! Yoongi, Soft!!! Yoongi, Fluff!!!, College! Yoongi, Sub! Yoongi

Word Count: 10.1k ( this is unedited for now)

A/N: hello its 4am and, Im dead inside but, I love soft yoongi so much. I hope this makes you happy :)))) This chapter was really supposed to be about Jimin’s showcase but, there is a lil spice and a whole lot of Suga (ha, get it?) at the end. Please please please let me know what you think, it means the world.

NOTE: ALL BOLDED WORDS INDICATE WHEN CHARACTERS ARE SPEAKING KOREAN

Warnings for this Chapter: overwhelming tension as we wait for the winner of the showcase to be announced, language, alcohol use (stay safe kidz), like an insane amount of fluff and friendship, smut (18+ only plz).

Chapter 15: Park Fairy and Professions

So, you think you can make it out of Yoongi’s studio aka the place where you’ve realized you’re most definitely falling for the one and only Min Yoongi aka Agust D aka THE CUTEST MAN ALIVE???

You can!

Well, barely…

After the conclusion of yet another round of morning sex, you finally pry your greedy hands off of Yoongi’s body and, force yourself to head home to freshen up before Jimin’s show.

Yoongi hadn’t been very fond of the idea but, the logical side of him knew that the two of you couldn’t stay cocooned together forever.

(even though he would have been totally fine with that)

He walked you to your car, flipping Seijin off as he berated him from the front desk and, placed at least 5 shy kisses onto your mouth after opening your car door.

Home boy was thoroughly whipped…

But I mean…so we’re you.

Because, now that you’re sitting on your couch in nothing but your towel, you can’t help but allow a drunken smile to invade your mouth.

While you might have erred on the side of caution a month or two prior, you can’t help but, free fall into the mushy pit of emotion that’s currently taking over your brain.

It’s nothing you can avoid anymore. You’ve been trying for quite some time.

You’re hopelessly, recklessly, falling in-

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): ANNOUNCEMENT: TONIGHT IS MY BOYFRIEND’S, AKA PARK JIMIN’S, AKA PRINCESS JIMJIM’S, AKA THE LOVE OF MY LIFE’S SHOWCASE AND, HIS MAJESTY WOULD LIKE TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU NEED TO BE AT THE PERFORMING SPACE A HALF AN HOUR EARLY TO MAKE SURE YOU GET IN ON TIME. IF YOU FAIL TO COMPLY, I WILL PERSONALLY BEHEAD YOU.

Saved by the bell…

You giggle, your heart warming at Jungkook’s open display of (aggressive) affection.

He’s come along way.

BROS FOR LYFE: I’ll be there! Even though getting beheaded by Jungkook doesn’t sound like a bad way to go…

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): when he sends out death threats for you <333 I can’t wait to see you kookie, I miss you so much. Are you guys staying the night?

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): I’m definitely staying the night. I don’t know what Tae is doing.

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): and given that he ate my leftovers last night, I don’t care what he’s doing :D

BROS FOR LYFE: the ultimate sin

BROS FOR LYFE: tae, I’m surprised you survived through the night…

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): The leftovers were unmarked, aka they were fair game

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): also, yes we’re staying the night but, we have to leave early in the morning because we have finals to study for

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): YOU KNEW THEY WERE MINE

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): kookie never said he missed me back so, he might not have a place to stay tonight -_-

BROS FOR LYFE: valid

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): NOT VALID AT ALL

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): we spent four hours on facetime last night (while Taehyung the Traitor was taking candy (my leftovers) from a baby (me) ) talking about how much we missed eachother

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): I can’t be gross in the main chat but, you know I miss you a lot

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): good point <333 I love u

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): Y/N is Yoongi coming tonight??? I really want to meet him

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): I love you more jagiya

BROS FOR LYFE: *cries in genuine love and happiness for two of my best friends finding that good ol fashion true love*

BROS FOR LYFE: He’s coming <333

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): is he? He’s a cool guy, I feel bad that I didn’t talk to him more but, I got distracted

BROS FOR LYFE: all of you were distracted that night smh but, yeah he’ll be there

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): forgive me; I was confessing my undying love for Jimin

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): and I was trying not to murder the group of co-eds for swarming my man like a bunch of fucking vultures ^-^

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): and I was uh…you know…getting laid

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): see Y/N, Tae has no excuse…

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): he’s just awful :-)

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): you were also getting laid??? At least I actually met Y/N’s new boyfriend

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): excuse you, I was making love…

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): Kookie (◕‿◕✿)

BROS FOR LYFE: There’s no hard feelings, yoongi and I were unbothered

BROS FOR LYFE: we all got laid that night XD

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): did she just

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): XD us

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): I’m so proud :’’’)

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): we’re getting distracted though

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): tonight is about the one

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): the only

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): Park Jimin

BROS FOR LYFE: True that

BROS FOR LYFE: Park Fairy, we are so excited to see you dance tonight! I already know that you’re going to blow us away but, I am not prepared for how hard I’m going to cry.

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): I hope I make you guys proud, having you there means the world to me

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): hi, can you stop saying nice things? I’m in public and, I don’t need strangers seeing me cry

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): He’s cried twice already…once at the gas station and, once at mcdonalds

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): THEY FORGOT MY BACON

BROS FOR LYFE: Jimin, we’re already so proud of you…like? You’re literally so talented. We’ve been proud since you won the 7th grade talent show. WE WORE MATCHING T-SHIRTS

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): ahhh yes, how could I forget? You made Taemin cry lol

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): NOT ON PURPOSE

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): he was really good

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): I was just…you know…

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): better…

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): isn’t he a pornstar now?

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): is he?!?!

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): can 100% confirm that he is a pornstar

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): -_-

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): how do you know?

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): lmao

BROS FOR LYFE: gtg

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): well this was fun! Love you jagiyaaaa! We’re about to go through a very windy tunnel!

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): underground!

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): I can’t hear you *static sound*

BROS FOR LYFE: did he just

BROS FOR LYFE: type out…static sound?

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): I’m going to kill him (◕‿◕✿)

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): lol Jungkook has left the chat. We do have to get back on the road though. We love you guys, see you soon : )

BROS FOR LYFE: Love you guys! Drive safe through all of those windy underground tunnels lol

As usual, a conversation with your best friend’s never ceases to leave a massive smile on your face.

Those three were good for the soul.

There were a few things you’ve been neglecting for the past two days. One of which was currently howling at your feet.

Marizpan is a fickle creature, as most cats are but, she’s exceedingly affectionate during times like these.

Times when she wants something

She rubs her tabby body against your legs to summon your attention and, immediately you oblige, picking her up and placing her on your lap.

“Hi…did you miss me? I was gone for one whole night and, I nearly died without you…” You lament, giggling as she offers a grumble in response, rubbing her head against your hand as you scratch gently behind your ears.

Another howl comes from Marzipan’s throat as she glances anxiously towards the kitchen:

She wants treats…

Of course.

“I can’t believe, after all of these years, that I actually believed you genuinely wanted affection…” You admonish her, smirking fondly as she grumbles again, eyes still trained on the kitchen.

“Fair enough, come on…” You giggle, patting her butt before the two of you stride towards the cupboard.

Marizpan’s insatiable hunger is satiated for now and, upon surveying your living room, you decide to tidy up a bit.

There was quite a bit of nervousness swirling around your stomach at how tonight would go. If Jimin wins his showcase, the odds of him being hired into his dance company of choice would literally skyrocket.

You know that’s his ultimate goal. It has been ever since you met him and, you wanted to see him succeed so badly. Watching Jimin evolve into the dancer he is today has been a truly incredible experience.

All of your friends have become amazing people and, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself at how lucky you are to have them in your life.

Yoongi meeting your friends was kind of a big deal and, you’re trying your best to downplay it. You wanted them to meet at Kappa’s party because, it would have been a less formal setting. In all honesty, you kind of knew that your friends would disappear and do their own thing so, it was a cop out to have them meet there in the first place.

Having them all formally meet on such an important night probably wasn’t the greatest idea but, given that it was Jimin’s suggestion, you figured he was more than ok with it.

There was a gnawing thought in the back of your brain that begins to remind you that the reason you care so much about Yoongi meeting your friends is because well…

You’re in-

Yoongi: Hey, what time should I be there tonight?

The abrupt buzzing on your thigh was a welcome distraction; your incoming texts seem to have impeccable timing.

You: Jungkook said to get there a half hour early so, maybe like 7?

Yikes, the butterflies are in full blown chaos mode and, all Yoongi has done is send you a text.

Yoongi: Ok sounds good.

A few seconds pass before another text comes through.

Yoongi: you left your bra here by the way

You: Ugh I knew I forgot something…

You: Would you mind setting it aside for me? I’ll get it the next time I come over.

The butterflies ricochet uncomfortably in your stomach as you respond with the assumption that you would be coming over again.

Yoongi: ok :-)

Yoongi: thank you for coming to the studio last night

Yoongi: I feel a lot better today

A small smile curves onto your mouth, his little smiley face with the nose are YOU KIDDING ME???

You: anytime <3

You: thank you for trusting me with your emotions; I know that shit isn’t easy.

Yoongi: idk, you make it pretty easy

Yoongi: I gotta keep working but, text me when you’re there so, I can meet up with you guys

Yoongi: have a good day <3

You: I will <3 you too!

Once again, Yoongi has a way of making you feel on top of the world but, saying only a few words. It’s always so genuine, which is why it strikes such a chord in you.

You never understood why people would want to spend all of their free time with one person until you met Yoongi. Obviously, keeping things realistic, you know that isn’t possible. But, you’re fully in that cupcake phase. If you had your way, you’d spend every day with him at this point.

It’s absolutely disgusting.

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For Jimin’s showcase, your outfit choice was simple: just a patterned dress and, some boots. As Jungkook said, tonight is about the one and only PARK JIMIN.

But, you still wanted to look nice, as this night is so incredibly important.

Taehyung and Jungkook called you earlier in the day to let you know they had made it to Jimin’s apartment. Jimin, of course, had already left for the showcase to warm up and, get into his costume.

Yoongi had also texted you 10 minutes ago letting you know that he was leaving his house and, at that, your stomach had swirled once again with excitement.

As you’ve done so many times before, you bid Marzipan an enthusiastic farewell which, of course, isn’t reciprocated.

She’s kind of a rude girl.

But, anyway, off you go.

The ride to your university is longer than usual due to an unscheduled stop at a nearby station but, you make it to the center of campus in less than 20 minutes.

The school is swarming with students, which is obviously unusual for this time of day but, the annual showcase is one of the biggest events of the entire year. So big in fact, that there are several media outlets there to cover it.

You can’t be bothered with that kind of excitement because, you’re dealing with a very different kind of excitement that literally explodes in your gut the moment you see him.

Yoongi is standing by the fountain, dressed in a light blue button up, a chocolate brown pair of cuffed chinos, and dress shoes. His faded hair is combed neatly towards the front of his face and, you swear you’re literally going to melt right here, in the middle of campus.

There isn’t a need to feel shy anymore but, you don’t want to make a scene.

Not in public anyway…

“Hey I’m sorry to bother you but, you look so familiar. Do we have like…class together or something?” You inquire casually, resisting the urge to smile as his gummy smile immediately makes an appearance.

He saw you coming but, he chose not to look up from his phone, still holding on to some level of chill.

“Uh no sorry, I’ve never seen you in my life…” He replies, smiling but, not looking up from his phone, his cheeks flushing as he spots your dress out of the corner of his eye.

“So weird…” You muse before, hooking a finger underneath his chin to bring his gaze towards yours, “I feel like I just saw you this morning though…”

Yoongi thinks you look beautiful and, he kind of wants to proclaim it loudly to the entire quad but, of course, that isn’t his style. Instead, he keeps his smile intact: gums and all, and replies.

“Hm actually, now that I’m looking at you, you do look kind of familiar…”

He’s already itching to kiss you; emotions really are a sickness.

“Maybe this will jog your memory…” You murmur before leaning and pressing your lips against his, immediately wishing that there isn’t a crowd of people surrounding you.

Yoongi’s hands come out on instinct to rest on your hips, cursing himself for already missing the feeling of your lips.

“Do you remember me now?” You whisper, pulling away, one of your hands coming up to cover Yoongi’s.

He blushes, nodding wordlessly, still sort of lingering against your lips, “Y-Yeah…”

“WeEELLL hello there! Hi, yes we are here now so please stop being gross!”

You giggle, reluctantly pulling away from Yoongi’s mouth before turning towards the boisterous voice.

Jungkook and Taehyung are approaching from the huge crowd of people and, you feel Yoongi tuck into your side obviously nervous. They draw attention from a group of girls also loitering by the fountain and, sometimes you forget how unbelievably attractive your best friends are. Taehyung is wearing a maroon button up that’s casually tucked into a pair of the tightest black pants you’ve ever seen and, Jungkook is dressed in all black (dress shirt and pants) along with a tie that LITERALLY HAS JIMIN’S FACE ON IT.

We love a supportive boyfriend.

“Uhmmmm hi??? Where did you get that tie and, why didn’t you bring any Jimin merch to share with the rest of the class?” You inquire, brows raised in expectation causing Taehyung to snicker and shake his head.

Jungkook scoffs, the two of them now standing right in front of you and Yoongi, “This is exclusive. Boyfriends only. Yoongi-ssi it’s good to see you again…” Jungkook bows his head slightly, shaking Yoongi’s hand and, Yoongi accepts it graciously, bowing his head as well.

At this, you raise your brows, not expecting Jungkook to whip out the honorifics but, you can tell it pleases Yoongi by the small smile on his lips.

“It’s good to see you again too, your tie is great.”

Taehyung follows suit, shaking his hand and bowing before speaking, “Yoongi-ssi do you speak Korean?”

Your ears perk up at the unfamiliar language and, immediately you see Yoongi smirk, “I do yes, it’s my first language.”

Jungkook snickers, “Interesting. So what I’m hearing is, we now have a way to communicate without Y/N knowing.”

Narrowing your brows, you nudge Yoongi, “What are they saying???”

Yoongi smirks, turning quickly to press a kiss to your cheek, “Don’t worry about it…”

“Yeah Y/N, the adults are talking…” Taehyung chuckles and, you feel yourself roll your eyes in response.

“Yah this is going to be fun…” Jungkook chuckles causing the other two men to join him.

With a roll of your eyes and, a groan at the back of your throat you, slide your hand down Yoongi’s forearm before interlocking your fingers with his, “You guys suck...”

Yoongi thinks he’s going to melt due to the fact that you are now holding his hand but, he plays it off by snickering along with your friends.

You don’t miss the way his thumb runs over the back of your knuckles whilst he still maintains the smirk on his face, “Did you not know that you’re best friends spoke Korean?”

“Obviously I knew but, they only ever speak it at their parent’s house. I didn’t think they’d use it for mischief...” You grumble, nudging Jungkook as he wraps his arm around you, leading all of you towards the performance space.

“How else do you expect us to intimidate your new boyfriend? If we said it in English, you’d know and ruin all the fun.” Kook explains, very matter of factly, still smirking as he keeps Yoongi and Taehyung entertained.

“Excuse you, I don’t ruin the fun, now you’re just spreading lies...” You admonish, nudging Jungkook even harder, swaying slightly before leaning into Yoongi for support

“You would ruin this specific type of fun.” Taehyung corrects, “we have to make sure Yoongi is a certified Bro...”

“A certified Bro?” Yoongi inquires, brows furrowed in confusion.

Taehyung’s statement and Yoongi’s subsequent confusion make you giggle and, you nod to your cell phone in response, “We made a group chat on Discord like 7 years ago called Bros for Life and, we’ve kept the same name ever since so, that’s how we refer to each other…”

With a nod, Yoongi acknowledges your explanation, thinking it over before turning to Taehyung as the four of you walk closer and closer towards the entrance, “What are the qualifications to becoming a bro?”

Jungkook snickers as your face falls once again, “You’re off to a great start Yoongi-ssi, your willingness to annoy Y/N is impressive.”

Yoongi chuckles, nodding and, although your curiosity is eating you alive and, you want to smack Jungkook for enjoying it so much, you feel warmth blooming in your chest as you see Yoongi interact with your best friends.

Also, hearing Yoongi speak Korean is…you know…hot.

“You speak in a dialect too, which makes you cooler, where are you from?” Taehyung fishes out his wallet, pulling four tickets out as you approach the beginning of the line.

“Daegu, you sound like you’re from Gyeongsang too…”

You recognize the word ‘Daegu’ from his otherwise mystery sentence and, you come to the conclusion that they are likely asking Yoongi where he’s from.

Taehyung’s face goes wide with excitement, slapping Yoongi on the back a bit too hard, “Yahhh I am, I left when I was ten. Y/N your man is doing well so far, we’re from the same area back home.”

The end of Taehyung’s sentence reaches your ears and, you turn towards Yoongi to catch the blush on his cheeks.

‘Your man’ Yoongi thinks, he likes the sound of that.

“Oh yeah that’s right Tae, I forgot you were from Daegu too...look at you guys, having things in common already…” You smile, averting your gaze towards the entrance to the auditorium.

It’s been awhile since you’ve seen Jimin dance. You’d gone to a smaller showcase earlier in the year and, although it was fucking fantastic, you have a feeling that whatever you’re about to experience is going to blow you away.

“Tickets?” A chipper voice draws your attention as the female student extends her hand towards your group.

Taehyung gives her a polite smile before handing over the tickets and, upon checking them out the girl’s face seems to light up.

“Sorry but, are you guys here for Park Jimin?”

You and Yoongi glance at eachother before Jungkook pipes up, “The one and only…he’s my boyfriend…”

Jungkook isn’t one for talking to strangers so, the fact that he is so willing to announce his relationship to this unsuspecting girl is kind of cute.

The girl smiles, her cheeks flushing a bit as she nods, “Oh well…congratulations um, I was just asking because, Mr. Park has a reserved seating area at the front of the auditorium. He also instructed me to tell you that he loves you very much and, if I see Jungkook, which I’m assuming you’re Jungkook…” She laughs and, gestures to Jungkook, “…to tell him that…” She pulls a piece of notebook paper from her pocket, reading intently, “ ‘ To my Kookie Monster, if you aren’t wearing anything with my face on it, I will probably die of a broken heart also, you look really hot, I can’t wait to let you hit it from the back later, lots of kisses, Love your little Mochi…”

The letter causes a great flush to come over Jungkook’s cheeks as he desperately wishes Jimin had even an ounce of shame. You and Tae are in a full blown fit of laughter that Yoongi actually joins at some point but, not without blushing first.

“Anyway…” The girl giggles, ripping off a portion of your tickets before gesturing to a tall man with a headset, “Soobin will take you to your seats, enjoy the show…”

“Oh he will…” You tease, your laughter still dying down as Jungkook audibly groans, trudging behind you like the angsty teen he really is.

“Shut uuuuuup.” He grumbles which only fuels the teasing more.

“Yah, Kookie Monster really? I thought you guys were Jeon-Z and Jimyonce?” Tae jests, pinching Jungkook’s arm.

He shrugs off Taehyung’s touch, a smile threatening his lips because, while yes it was pretty embarrassing, Jungkook secretly enjoys the attention.

“We still are…” He affirms before, an uncharacteristic smirk comes over his lips, “…that’s just what he calls me in bed…”

At this, your brows go up but, Jungkook just keeps walking, pushing playfully past Tae who also sports your same astonish expression.

“Kookie monster is a weird sex name…” Taehyung murmurs in your ear whilst attempting to following Jungkook to your seats.

You giggle, shrugging your shoulders before subtly pulling Yoongi a little closer to you, knowing he gets nervous in larger crowds, “Don’t kink shame them, they are young and in love…”

“That’s no excuse.” Taehyung smirks, shaking his head as Jungkook proudly takes his seat front and center, frantically waving the rest of you over.

Still smiling fondly at your friend, you turn towards Yoongi, only to find that he’s already looking in your direction.

“Are you ok? I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about the crowd…”

Yoongi just smiles ( :] ), shaking his head, “No need to be sorry, I’m good…”

You raise his hand, pressing a kiss to the backs of his knuckles, which of course makes him want to keel over and die in the middle of the performance space.

“Ok good, let me know…” You assure him as the two of you sit down, the bustling of the room growing increasing louder as more and more people file in.

Yoongi nods, still smiling fondly at you before, his dark eyes flit towards the stage. What you don’t notice is the quickening of his heart, which occurs every time you do anything remotely endearing.

This, unluckily for him, is very often.

As the room begins to settle, you see Jungkook pull out his camera, puttering around with the settings to make sure everything is ready for Jimin’s performance. The nerves bubbling in your stomach begin to grow, knowing full well that your best friend is backstage getting ready to put on the show of his life.

You notice the various talent scouts around the space, stiff looking people nursing clipboards between their hands and, a panel of judges at the center of the room, looking just as pedantic.

“What number is he?” Taehyung leans over Jungkook to whisper to you but, Jungkook pipes up before you have the chance to speak.

“18. It’s his lucky number…” He nods with his response, his dark eyes eagerly scanning the stage.

You and Tae smile fondly at him before glancing knowingly at one another.

Jungkook looked nervous, probably more nervous than you’ve ever seen Jimin. He’s likely spent many nights speaking with Jimin about the importance of this night and, Jungkook being the supportive, loving person he is, wants nothing more than to see his boyfriend succeed.

“I think Jimin said there are 20 dancers in his category and, then a short deliberation period before they announce the winner.” You affirm, patting Jungkook’s thigh, which has been bouncing up and down for the past few minutes, “Are you ok?”

He glances at you, nodding, his eyes holding a bit of apprehension, “Yeah, I’m just nervous for him. I know he’s going to be amazing but, I just want them to know that..” He nods to the panel of judges assigned with essentially sealing Jimin’s fate as a professional dancer, “He told me that he’s been promised so many things if he wins, like contracts and stuff, it’s just really important that he wins. I don’t know what would happen if he didn’t…I just want them to see how amazing he is…”

Jungkook’s concerns are mumbled in such a way that indicates he only wants you to hear them, not wanting to appear nervous to the rest of the crowd.

“It would be impossible for them not to see how amazing he is. He’s going to light up the entire room, you know he will…” You smile, rubbing Jungkook’s thigh gently and, he leans into you, placing his head on yours momentarily before turning and placing a quick kiss on top of your head.

“I know, I know, thank you…he’s going to crush these amateurs….” He mutters into your hair, causing you to giggle at his brashness.

“Into smithereens…”

With a grin, Jungkook pulls away, trying to reign in all of his difficult emotions as the lights around the room begin to dim.

The noise lingering around the room comes to a complete halt as the host for the evening meanders onto the stage. Dressed in a bright pink suit, you decide that he looks vaguely familiar but, you can’t quite place his face.

“Good evening ladies and gentleman, welcome to the 10th annual Crystal Cornucopia, the nation’s leading collegiate dance showcase. I’m your host for the evening, Kim Jong-in but, most of you probably know me as Kai. It’s pleasure to be back here on the 10th anniversary of this amazing event that launched my career not too long ago.” He smiles brilliantly at the crowd as applause erupts at the end of is statement.

Ah yes, you remember now. Kai was an alumni of your university who subsequently actually lost to Jimin during Jimin’s freshman year showcase. However, things apparently worked out for him because, according to Jimin, Kai went on to join a very prestigious dance company after graduation. Knowing this gave you some comfort because, although Jimin losing the showcase was unlikely, it was still possible.

“We have 50 incredible dancers tonight from three of my favorite styles.” Kai continues, adjusting the shiny lapels of his suit, “20 amazing contemporary performers, 20 hip-hop performers and, 5 stunning pairs of ballroom dancers.”

“Tonight, not only do we get to witness months of hard work and dedication but, we also get to witness the championing of the year’s best collegiate dancer.”

At his words, the crowd cheers again, and you smile at the thought of your best friend twirling on stage to receive his much deserved trophy.

Kai continues his intro speech, giving the room a rundown on basic etiquette and, instructions for meeting with the dancers after the show.

“First up is June Lee!”

The hip hop category is first and with it, comes a lot of excitement and, older members of the crowd shooting disappointing glances at the stage.

During a small set-up break between performers, you lean over to Yoongi, who seems to be enjoying himself, “Is Hoseok performing tonight?”

Yoongi smirks and shakes his head, “I told him when he transferred that he should sign up but he said, and I quote, ‘hyung dance competitions are way too mainstream and besides, they would ban me immediately for being too sexy on stage.’ “

You laugh quietly, leaning into him as you do, “Fair enough, that’s why I didn’t join too, you know, cause it’s too mainstream or whatever…”

He raises his brows at that, “Oh yeah? That’s why you’re not in the competition?”

You attempt to get a straight face and a quiet voice as you reply, “Definitely yeah…I would have given Jimin a run for his money…”

Before Yoongi has a chance to return your banter, Jungkook casually turns to you and whispers, “Stop lying to your boyfriend Y/N, trust is the most important thing in a relationship.”

Whilst you gawk at him, Yoongi erupts in a quieter version of his rickety laughter and, you’re actually happy Jungkook is telling jokes, even if it’s at your expense.

“Why would you expose me like that? I thought we were friends….” You lament, face full of mock offense as the two men continue chuckling.

The chatter once again dies down as the next performer enters the stage.

Although you were thoroughly enjoying the performances as they were incredible, you were only there for one reason and, that reason was:

Park fucking Jimin.

“Up next, we have three time national champion, Park Jimin, number 18!” Kai’s voice echoes throughout the room and, your stomach literally drops as the curtains are pulled open to reveal Jimin’s set.

Several dancers had mini set-ups and, if you remembered correctly, they only had 30 seconds to put up and take down their props; Jimin had been stressing out over whether or not he’d be able to do it.

Of course, he pulled it off.

Your breath catches in your throat as soft periwinkle and yellow lights illuminate the stage revealing Jimin curled up inside a shiny looking bubble filled with flowers. His pink hair is ruffled playfully atop his head as his pearlescent lycra suit clings to his figure. Only, it’s not just the suit this time, he’s also sporting a diamond choker, paired with diamond earrings and, perhaps the most stunning addition of all, are the beautiful fairy wings adorning his back.

“Park Fairy…” You whisper, trying to control the massive smile that’s taking over your lips. Yoongi squeezes your hand encouragingly, knowing how emotional this moment is for you.

Jimin looks up at the top of the bubble as his song starts playing, it’s a song called Serendipity and, its one of Jimin’s favorites. As he touches the bubble, it seems to curl away and disappear around him, allowing him to move freely about the stage.

And move freely he does, Jimin takes the stage gently and, then all at once. Twirling and twisting, hitting every single move perfectly, smiling brilliantly as he does, relishing in the attention the audience is giving him.

“He’s so beautiful…”

The unfamiliar words draw your attention for just a moment as you take in the sight of Jungkook crying beside you, adoration pouring out from his smoothed out expression. You don’t know what he said but, you lace your fingers with his anyway and, he obliges quickly without taking his eyes off of the stage. Taehyung isn’t doing much better but, he’s keeping it together for the sake of filming the performance for Jungkook.

Your attention is pulled back to the stage as you catch Jimin leaping into the air before intentionally collapsing back to the ground, arching his back as he does. His movements, his expressions; everything about his performance is the epitome of beauty and elegance.

Jimin’s dance seems to be about a fairy taking flight for the first time, given that he acted unsure in the beginning and, is now leaping and bounding across the stage. His expression grows softer and softer as he twirls to the bubble to grasp at a single pink rose.

“Let me love, let me love you…”

The song chimes behind him as he rushes to the front of the stage, his eyes glossy as he meets Jungkook’s loving gaze.

“Let me love, let me love you…”

Jimin mouths the words as he does his final move and, with the conclusion of his dance, he tosses the flower into Jungkook’s lap, which of course he catches with one hand, laughing lightly as he does, despite his tears not slowing.

Jimin smiles softly, glancing between the three of you and, you can tell he’s reigning in his own emotions as he takes a deep bow for the audience.

The four of you stand up along with the rest of the room and, clap until your hands are sore. As you take your seats, Jungkook pulls you into a tight embrace, tucking his face into your neck.

“He did so good, oh my god he did so good…” He whispers, still practically sobbing and, Tae sends another knowing smile your way, wiping his own tears with the back of his hand.

“Park fucking Jimin...” You affirm, smiling through your own tears as you rub a hand over Jungkook’s back, kissing the side of his head.

Sniffling, Jungkook pulls away, chuckling and shaking his head as he wipes his tears. His face is overcome with emotion, consumed with love for his boyfriend.

“I feel bad for anyone who has to follow that...holy shit...” Tae chuckles, sniffling whilst placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

The two of you agree with him and its then you notice how quiet Yoongi is being, quickly turning towards him, wiping the last bit of tears lingering in your eyes.

But of course, ever the collected one, Yoongi merely smiles, his thumb coming out to brush underneath your right eye, collecting another tear, “You’ve gone soft Y/L/N...”

You know he’s joking but, you snap your teeth at him anyway, a move that causes him to snicker and jerk his hand away, “Shut up.”

“Easy...easy...” He admonishes, but softness quickly returns to his eyes, “he was amazing. Definitely the best dancer I’ve ever seen.”

“Damn right he is.” Jungkook pipes up, still crying but, it’s much less intense and, his demeanor causes the three of you to chuckle fondly.

“Be nice to me, I’m fragile...” You grumble, pouting your lips and, Yoongi, having never seen you really pout before, thinks that he’s going to explode.

“C’mere...” Is all he says though because, you know, he’s gotta keep it low key but, he lifts his arm, encouraging you to huddle him next to him for the remainder of the show. “I’ll hold you until it’s over, since you’re so fragile.”

And of course, you oblige, smiling triumphantly as you snuggle up next to him.

Tae and Jungkook smirk knowingly at eachother now and, while a large part of them really wants to tease you, they can’t exactly ignore how happy they are for you.

You’ve never had anything like this before and, they know it.

The rest of the show passes by fairly quickly but, the same couldn’t be said about the period of the judge’s deliberation...

“Oh my god are they done yet?????” Jungkook whines, slumping back against his seat.

Taehyung chuckles, patting his shoulder reassuringly, trying to deny his own nervous feelings, “Relax Kook, I’m sure they’re almost done, it's been awhile.”

“Awhile?” He bolsters, eyes widening as he gestures wildly to the backstage entrance, “It’s been a million years, are they trying to give me a heart attack?”

You’ve taken solace in Yoongi’s side, playing with his fingers, feeling soft as heck, the usual.

“I can’t imagine how Jimin must be feeling right now, he’s probably so nervous.” You murmur to Yoongi, not wanting to rile up Jungkook anymore.

Yoongi’s free hand rubs your shoulder tenderly, his chocolate eyes riddled with concern, “I know, I feel for him. It will be worth it when he wins the whole thing though.”

A smile pops onto your mouth, as you cuddle closer to him, selfishly wishing the two of you were curled up in bed together, instead of awkwardly on two theater seats.

“I can’t wait to see the look on his face Yoongi...when he wins, he deserves it so much...” Your voice is even lower now, smiling gently at the thought of it, excitement stirring in your lower stomach.

“You’re a really good friend to him...” He muses, still rubbing your shoulder, “wait I think someone is coming out_”

You don’t have the time to react to Yoongi’s comment because, the lights are up and performers are flooding the stage. It only takes a second for you to spot the man of the hour: Park Fairy, IRL. After knowing Jimin for so long, you can tell he’s nervous; his plump is tucked between his teeth, the normally soft shape of his eyes are drawn tight with tension but, he still takes a moment to look towards the four of you to send a watery smile and, a small wave your way.

Jungkook tears up all over again mouthing ‘i love you’ in his direction, which causes Jimin’s thin smile to illuminate a little more as he mouth’s the same three words back to him.

This was it.

Four years of work all leading up to this moment.

You can feel your heartbeat berating the underside of your sternum as Kai takes his place at the center of the stage.

“Hello everyone! Are we excited to hear who the winner will be?” He cheers, the audience reciprocating but, the tension in the room is clear. “The judges appreciate your patience as they had a lot of amazing performers to evaluate tonight but, they have just given me this golden envelope with their decision so without further ado...”

Kai opens the golden envelope, his eyes widening slightly as he sees the results and, at this point Jungkook has locked your hand in a vice grip, doing the same thing to Tae’s other hand, his body literally shaking with nerves.

“Ladies and gentleman, tonight you are witnessing history...” He begins, glancing towards the performers before finally revealing the winner, “because tonight, Park Jimin will become the ONLY collegiate dancer to win the Crystal Cornucopia FOUR YEARS IN A ROW.”

Holy

Fucking

Shit

“LETS FUCKING GET IT!!!!” Jungkook bellows and, thankfully he is mostly drowned out by the crowd as you also jump to your feet.

“OH MY GOD YES!!”

“JIMINIE!!! YESS!”

You drag Yoongi up as the entire theater rises to their feet.

The room is going wild.

And Jimin, well, he’s sporting the expression you hope he would. He’s beaming, he’s teary eyed and, shaky as he stumbles toward Kai, graciously accepting the trophy before bowing towards the crowd.

He did it, he fucking did it.

Park Fucking Jimin

FOUR TIME NATIONAL COLLEGIATE CHAMPION.

You had never been more proud.

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“My baby!!!”

Jimin’s twinkling voice fills the lobby as he rushes out in his street clothes, his fairy wings sticking out of the duffel bag on his shoulder.

Jungkook immediately breaks out in a huge smile, running towards him to catch a leaping Jimin in his arms.

They kiss for a moment, crying and smile into eachother’s mouths, as Jungkook bounces with his boyfriend in his arms.

“I’m so proud of you my love, I knew you’d do it, you’re so amazing yeah? You know that right? I love you so much...”

Before you can ask the content of Jungkook’s proclamation, Yoongi’s raspy voice can be heard beside you:

“I’m so proud of you my love.”

“I knew you’d do it.”

“You’re so amazing yeah? You know that right?”

“I love you so much.”

You know he’s only translating for you but, at the last sentence you turn towards him, catching the softness in his eyes.

Well fuck, that definitely didn’t sound like a translation.

Yoongi smiles sheepishly but, Jimin is already bounding into you, pulling you into the kind of hug that only Jimin can give.

Your attention is pulled towards him, squeezing your arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek over and over, “PARK FAIRY??? REALLY??? DO YOU HAVE NO REGARD FOR MY FEELINGS???”

He snickers, overjoyed by the events of the evening, hugging you just as tightly, “How else would I pay homage to my best friend hm? I did a theme for Tae last year and, I let Jungkook plow me anytime he wants so, how else would I repay you???”

The ridiculousness of his statement thankfully doesn’t travel past your ear lest turning Jungkook into a pile of dust.

Sniffling, you pull back, cupping his beautiful face in your hands, “I’m so fucking proud of you...you did it Minnie, you won.”

Jimin tears up again, smiling at you whilst he nods, “I’m so happy I made you guys proud, it’s all I want...”

Taehyung approaches then, placing a fat kiss on Jimin’s cheek, “Good, then we don’t have to get you anything for Christmas then...”

His voice is paper thin though, you can tell he’s trying not to cry.

“TAE...” Jimin exclaims, turning to the side to jump at his other best friend.

Taehyung’s boxy smile makes an appearance then, wrapping Jimin in a bear hug.

“We’re so proud of you...”

Fondness is the only thing flowing through your veins until Jungkook butts in, flustered by the lack of attention.

“Ok, I want him back now thank you, any other physical contact will cost you $60,000 an hour...” He grumbles, tucking Jimin back into his grasp.

Jimin accepts it though, relishing in the attention, “Yahh are you whoring me out now?”

Jungkook smirks, kissing his cheek, “Mmm you’re right, I’d never share this body...”

Taehyung’s face turns up in disgust and, Yoongi shakes his head, chuckling to himself at the sight of you growing flustered for information.

“Trust me, you don’t want to know this one...”

Before Jimin and Jungkook fuck in the middle of the lobby, Jimin’s face lights up with realization, “Oh my god Yoongi, I’m so sorry.”

He rushes over, pulling Yoongi in for a hug, smiling sweetly at him, “It’s so nice to meet you, thank you for coming...”

Yoongi blushes of course but, he reciprocates the hug, “Thank you for having me, your performance was amazing and, uh, we’ve met before actually...”

Jimin’s face wrinkles in confusion as he pulls away, leaving his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders, “Really? When?”

The memory comes back to you too, a newly crowned Agust D, Jimin hanging out of a taxi cab....

“Outside of Glacier, you might not remember though...you were um...”

“...hammered.” You giggle, finishing Yoongi’s sentenc.

“Ohhhh that’s right, shit I’m sorry Yoongi...” Jimin chuckles.

He waves him off, “No worries, we’ve all been there, it’s nice to meet you again. Congratulations on your win...”

Jungkook quickly pulls Jimin back towards him, carrying his duffle bag on his shoulder.

“Thank you Yoongi. It means a lot that you came.” He smiles, kissing Jungkook’s cheek before eagerly looking towards the door, “Let’s get out of here, the dancing queen needs to EAT!”

And with that, the rest of you chuckle, leaving the performance space feeling on top of the world

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Jungkook had made reservations at a fancy KBBQ place downtown but, after several rounds of meat and Soju, Yoongi had insisted on paying.

The dinner went exceptionally well, Yoongi had continued to click with your friends, their inhibitions loosening up with a bit of alcohol. Jungkook and Jimin were hammered by the end of it but, Taehyung stayed sober enough to drive them home. Oddly enough though, Yoongi only had two shots of Soju. You know Yoongi doesn’t drink all the time but, according to him, he really enjoys drinking. However, you decide it really isn't that important so whilst waving goodbye to all of your amazing friends, you decide to drop it.

Yoongi’s long fingers lace with yours, pulling you close to him in an attempt to shield you from the cold, “Aren’t you freezing?”

You smile, graciously accepting his touch as you nuzzle into his chest, “Yeah I am, I should have checked the weather, or brought a jacket...”

“Mhm...you’re gonna get sick...” He scolds playfully, rubbing his hands up and down your arms to keep you warm, “were you gonna go home after this?”

A smirk is placed against Yoongi’s chest, “I don’t knowww...why?

He chuckles at your tone before, untucking your face from his chest, smoothing a thumb over your cheek, “Come sleep in my bed with me.”

The alcohol and meat has roughed up his voice a bit and, that paired with his slightly suggestive expression has you feeling some type a way.

“Is that code for something?”

Yoongi just smirks, leaning over to whisper in your ear, “It’s code for: I miss you in my bed...you can take that however you want...”

Forward Yoongi isn’t something you’re used to but, holy shit, you’re not complaining.

A kiss is placed on Yoongi’s lips and, he surprises you by catching your lower lip between his teeth, his big hands sliding over your hips to rest at your lower back. He smirks into your mouth before releasing it, still lingering into the kiss. There is a catch in your breath but, Yoongi doesn’t comment on it-

He just lets it go straight to his dick.

“Are you good to drive?” You whisper against his chin before placing a kiss there, keeping your lips on his skin as he responds.

“Yeah, I’m good, I didn’t drink that much...”

His voice has also dropped to a whisper, not able to ignore the way your lips make him feel.

“Will you...” You begin, slowly trailing your lips down over his neck, relishing in the way he shivers for you, “take me home with you then?

Neither one of you can pinpoint what has you so riled up, the only thing you know is that you’re thankful you’re in a deserted part of the parking structure.

Yoongi’s head leans back against the side of his car now, his teeth gnawing on his lower lip, “Don’t stop...”

“Don't stop?” You inquire teasingly, brushing your lips against the sensitive skin of his neck, placing fluttering kisses down over his Adams apple, “But Yoongi, we’re in public...”

His grip tightens on your hips, pulling you closer to him as his eyes flutter shut, “Y-yeah I know but, my car has tinted windows...”

Yoongi is full of surprises tonight and, although it’s a huge part of your character to wonder why, the night last few months have been the best of your life so, maybe it’s time to just go with the flow.

“I remember...” You smirk still, recalling the first time you and Yoongi were ever intimate.

With his eyes still closed and, your lips still on his neck, he smirks, his hands sliding down the length of your outer thighs before his fingertips barely brush the skin at the bottom of your dress, “I’d hope so, I’ve never gotten over the image of you coming all over my lap...”

The movements of your lips, halt as your breath catches in your throat, Yoongi’s wanton mouth and fingertips going straight to your core.

“ ‘may I sit Min Yoongi?’ ‘May I ride you Min Yoongi?’ I almost came in my jeans for you, right then and there. But I’m so glad I didn’t.” He continues, his fingertips trailing up further and further, tickling at the tender skin of your bikini line, brushing over the bottom of your panties.

“I could have gotten you hard again...” You offer, your breathing picking up slightly when his fingers brush the top of your pussy. Yoongi open his eyes now, catching your gaze in his dark one, lips still quirked in a smirk.

“It wouldn’t have been the same though...I wouldn’t have came so hard for you a second time,” He insists, leaning in towards your mouth, “and you deserve everything I’ve got don’t you? Deserve anything you want...”

It’s safe to say that Yoongi’s dirty talking is obliterating you slowly and painfully, his eager fingers and, slight boost in confidence turning you on more than you’d expect.

But, he still knows his place and, if he’s forgotten it, you have no issue reminding him...

Two can play at this game.

“Baby?” You practically coo, holding his gaze as long it takes for you to brush your lips against his, your legs spreading slightly to encourage his touch, “you’re making me wet...”

Yoongi feels his dick twitch inside of his pants at the tender tone of your voice and, that paired with the access to the soft skin of your inner thighs is enough to make him swell painfully against the seam.

“Y-yeah? Really?” He’s a little breathless himself, the bit of smugness he has is still lingering but, his desire for you, his desire to let you take control is growing stronger. With a finger curved underneath your chin, he brings your lips a little closer, “Can I make you wetter?”

He seals his request with a plush kiss against your mouth, his hands coming out from underneath your dress to hold onto your hips once again. You’re nodding as the two of you kiss at one another, not quite able to think of a witty response, not with Yoongi being this bold.

Without breaking the kiss, Yoongi uses the sensor on his keys to unlock his car, which of course doesn’t work until after the 7th try.

“Piece of shit.” Yoongi chuckles and, you follow suit, leaning into him still even as he opens the door to his backseat, ushering you inside.

His car is freezing so, you’re thankful when he starts the engine and, gets the heater running. Although, you’re more thankful when he returns to the backseat and, places the warmth of his body over yours.

“I’m sorry it’s so cold, it will warm up in a second...” He regrets his split decision to bring you in here, not wanting you to be uncomfortable while he takes care of you.

“It’s ok, you’re warm.” You whisper, smiling and kissing him harder, your hands pulling his body completely over yours. Yoongi just grins, his hands resuming their place on your thighs, squeezing gently at the flesh there.

He takes his time, unwinding you slowly, kissing around the curve of your jaw, suckling and nibbling at your skin, wandering fingers slowly pushing your dress over your hips. He kisses down your throat now and, you feel him hesitate a moment before taking your flesh between his teeth, groaning lightly into your neck. The motion sends your hands out in front of you to brace against his shoulders and, it hurts but you have to admit, you like the pain.

“So pretty for me...”

Your lips part as you hear his native tongue tumble past his lips, the tone sultry and unmistakably Yoongi but, his accent makes him sound slightly unfamiliar.

You don’t want him to stop talking.

“I think about this all the time...” He’s careful to place a few soothing kisses over the mark he left, nuzzling against the base of your neck before continuing his descent down your body, “kissing you everywhere...from head to toe...tasting you, drowning in you...”

You feel hypnotized, completely captivated by the sound of Yoongi’s voice: raspy and sounding like the bottom of the ocean. The only thing you can do is keep your hands on him, touching over his body gently to insure him that you’re letting him take the lead.

Your dress has been pushed up for a moment but, Yoongi is just now taking the time to take in the sight of your panties: tart cherry red and made entirely of lace. It’s safe to say, you’d hoped this moment would come when you slipped them on this afternoon and, by the pained look on Yoongi’s face, you feel you’ve made the right choice.

“You really don’t let a man breathe do you?” He’s back to English as he continues pushing your dress up your body until you’re able to lean up and, push it over your head, revealing the matching bra to go with your panties.

“Not when my man likes getting choked so much...” You smirk, running your fingers through his hair and, tugging on it a little.

Yoongi melts at the sensation, groaning again before burying his face in your chest, nipping playfully at the skin there, “Oh she’s calling me her man now huh? Playing dirty...knowing that shit makes me weak...knowing that I’d give anything to be hers...”

He keeps his Korean to himself and, uses English to convey a much less intense response, “Your man?”

A rather coy smile takes it’s spot on your mouth but, despite your sudden nerves you nod anyway, rubbing a thumb over the apple of Yoongi’s cheek, “My man...”

Yoongi feels his heart threaten to explode in his chest at your genuine expression. Leaning down, he captures your lips once more before nudging your nose and, pulling away slightly, “I swear I could die happy right now, just looking at you, you have no idea what you do to me...”

“Is that ok?” You check, obviously unsure what he’s actually responding.

You’re definitely going to finish your Korean lessons, that’s for sure.

Yoongi is kissing back down your bottom again, paying special attention to the curves and dips of your body, his hands making their way to the sides of your underwear, “More than ok...”

He doesn’t trust an eloquent response right now because, he’s too focused on his main objective: making you wetter.

“You’re so handsome...” You muse, playing with the ends of his hair, encouraging him to continue exploring, “I swear there is no other guy out there that can make me wet just from looking at them but, here you are, my man, ruining my good panties...”

If you aren’t mistaken, you think you hear a low growl at the back of his throat but, there is no time to asses because, the next thing you know, you feel Yoongi pulling down your underwear, “Do you want me dead is that it? Do you want me to fall apart?” He spreads your legs, allowing the cool air of the car to hit your center, which is swollen and practically dripping. “Because I would...for you. I’d break into tiny little pieces but right now_” An almost mischievous glint takes over his eyes as he begins kissing down the middle of your stomach, letting his lips and soft breath replace your skin with goosebumps. He stops right over the lips of your pussy, the warmth of his breath fueling the throbbing of your neglected clit, “...its your turn to fall apart...” He kitten licks over your lips before smirking and, adding_ “on my fucking tongue...”

Using his fingers to spread your lips open, Yoongi begins placing teasing licks all over your clit, kissing and sucking and, teasing the fuck out of your aching cunt. He’s eating you out like he’s never tasted anything sweeter, like it’s only thing he’ll ever eat. It’s sending you into a shockwave of pleasure, your nipples hardening against your bra painfully but, Yoongi’s oral skills literally fuck with your ability to remove it yourself.

He makes an ‘O’ with his lips, suckling gently at your clit, increasing the pressure over the next minute or so, one his fingers teasing at your dripping entrance.

“Does it feel good baby? Am I eating it right?” He coos, sucking on your clit three harsh times in succession, each bit of suction causing your toes to curl.

“Mhm...your mouth Yoongi...oh god_” You breathe, a moan catching at the end of your sentence, hands reaching down to find something to grab onto.

Yoongi notices, smirking into your cunt before his hand reaches up to place yours in his hair, “Hurt me...hurt me while I make you cum...”

You quickly oblige, tugging on his brown locks, the stinging pain causing him to whimper into your pussy and, when you see his eyes squeezing shut, you know he’s trying to hold off cumming in his pants.

“Yoongi...I want you...” You whisper, eyes threatening to roll back as he sucks at your clit again.

Your statement gets to him as it’s not often that the roles between the two of you are switched but, he doesn’t think the power switch does anything for him. It’s more so that he gets to see you being vulnerable for once, it makes him feel like you trust him.

“I’m right here.” He coos, licking up the length of your pussy, savoring the flavor of you.

Tugging at his hair, you shake your head, pleading with him, “Please? Inside...inside of me...”

Yoongi can’t deny you anymore, his emotions starting to get the better of him as he pulls away from your aching center. You don’t waste anytime, sitting up quickly and peeling his shirt off, touching and kissing all over the expanse of his bare chest.

He really is the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

Long fingers comb gently through your hair as he kisses any part of you he can reach: your shoulders, your chest, your cheeks, your ears. Every inch of you.

Unclipping your bra is the last step before Yoongi lays you down on the backseat, placing a kiss on your mouth, “This is the only way I can tell you right now because, I am terrified you don’t feel the same way but, I’ll show you and, you’ll know...” His voice is shaky and, you desperately wish you knew what he was saying, “I’ll fuck you like I love you because I do...I love you Y/N.”

With that, he slides into you, his dick arching perfectly against your g-spot which is already swollen and, sensitive. Your lips connect with Yoongi’s as you settle into the kind of rhythm that isn’t meant for lasting a very long time.

Through a few moments of soft kisses and, gentle pants, Yoongi leans back, his eyes eagerly scanning over your figure as your first orgasm hits you. He tucks his face into your neck, fucking you through your release, trying to hold off on his own, “Do you know how beautiful you are? I swear I could cum just looking at you...so pretty and so perfect and, you have no fucking clue...”He’s almost whimpering at this point, his hips pumping into you with all he’s got. “That’s why I give it up to you jagiya because, you deserve it. You think I get on my knees for just anyone? Fuck no...just for you...because I love you...”The truth is, the night in the studio had changed him and, the truth is, the main reason he wanted between your thighs tonight was because he realized something: in the midst of all the chaos, seeing you with your friends had been the icing on the cake:

Yoongi is in love with you and, tonight, he wanted to make love to you.

The pleasure between your second (yes, second) and, final orgasm is so intense that you don’t feel qualified to speak anything else other than Yoongi’s name which, thankfully only pushes him closer and closer to the edge until he’s nearly there.

“Y/N...baby...I’m really close.” He warns, still out of it and placing sloppy kisses all over your face and neck, barely hanging on by a thread.

And you plan on snipping that thread with the one thing you know will make him cum instantly, “Come for me angel...”

With a tightening of his figure, Yoongi spills everything he has inside of you, continuing to kiss all over you as he does, whimpering your name against the rapid beat of your heart.

“I love you...” He whispers shakily before slumping over onto your body, clinging to you as he does.

Through the heavy breathing and sweet nothings whispered at one another, you wait a beat or two before uttering the one Korean phrase you are whole-heartedly familiar with.

“I love you too”

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Fruits Basket SE02, Ep15

The anticipated” teacher conference”. While this ep is focused on yuki successfully overcoming his frightening “mother’s ghost”, I think it does a brilliant job amplifying the real “mother ghost” in the story.

A Mother’s Ghost:

Tohru is haunted by her mom’s ghost. Everything must stay as her mom wished:continue high school/find job. No selfish desires for herself. Nothing personal to pursue. past plans were made for two: a mother & daughter. Now she’s all alone. Future Status: In stagnation.

Kyo is haunted by two ghosts (his mom & kyoko). Literally two ghosts of two dead mothers. both deaths are supposedly caused by him. "you aren’t forgiven/won’t forgive you” are uttered by so many adults now, his father, Akito, the sohma’s & kyoko herself. Now he believes it, too. He must mend his mistakes by making sure the only two ppl he loves are safe. from him. Accuse a child of hideous things for too long, soon it becomes his reality. Future Status: Nonexistent.

Yuki is haunted by his mom’s ghost. tho his is alive & denying him affection, love & care. The old yuki would’ve got asthma attack & fainted. The new yuki is different. He isn’t alone. far more ppl have reached out to him. Tohru, Haru, kakeru & Aya. He had discovered warmth. The ghost isn’t scary as it used to be. It’s actually small & panicky. He’s stronger. Future status: hopeful & bright.

Real Mother vs Unknowing Mother Figure:

Yuki continues his plot line of moving forward & altho I suspected that he’ll receive help to overcome setbacks, I totally forgot abt Aya! XD. I thought tohru might’ve had a more active role in defending him as usual. But I’m glad she didn’t have any physical part in the conference scene cuz it helps the theme of yuki moving away from tohru & learning to lean on others until he can stand tall. Also, the writer excellently accelerated yuki’s growth using Ayame cuz (a) it helps strengthen their brotherly bond. (b) Yuki accepted his brother completely, thanked & defended him in front of his scary mom, adding to (c) Aya’s subplot of being rewarded for his many attempts to atone for neglecting yuki. (d) Teaching yuki that his scary mom can be rendered helpless in front of a confident person. (e) Yuki taking all that in & using it to stand up for himself by the end of the scene & articulate that His future is HIS. (f) yuki discovering that he doesn't need tohru’s help as much as before. (g) yuki realizing what he sought in tohru (motherly emotional nurture). Finally (h) tohru letting go of yuki!! She saw he doesn't need her as much anymore. While tohru obviously doesn’t look for a child/baby in yuki, she most genuinely cared for him as a friend but she also indulged in his issues to escape hers. the more the sohma’s get strong & don’t require much of her help, the more she’ll be forced to face her mom’s ghost..What will you do tohru if tomorrow the curse broke?.if all you have left is you & your mom’s picture..

Eating somen & its double meaning. a.k.a ( brilliant writing)!!!:

SE02, Ep.2, was the introduction to future planning. Kyo, troubled by his future, decided to eat comfort food & cooked somen. Tohru, troubled by her furure, couldn’t seep, joined in & cooked/eaten with him. Later Shigure & yuki joined. That day tohru felt so much better. Why? cuz she ate somen with friends? NO. Cuz she opened her heart & cried for herself. kyo made her,unwillingly, peek into her fears. Had she not talked & broke into tears, shigure wouldn’t have suggested the laundry analogy & enjoying the already cooked food together. The somen would’ve become just a normal late dinner in shigure’s house. The difference is kyo pushed tohru to acknowledge her tears. She resisted first “don’t kyo, don’t force me to look deeper”. Her tears turned into excitements by the end of the night, they all shared teasing & jokes.

Tohru wants that relieved feeling again. Except she wants it without opening her heart. She refuses to peek inside & cry over herself & her fears. She associated the feeling of relief with “eating somen with friends” NOT “facing your fears & opening up, accepting help”. She knows everybody is worried abt their future. so they must go home together & share somen. How did that work out? Laughing & teasing happened. but what abt the feeling of relief ? kyo is still worried abt hurting tohru, painfully gazing at her (not relieved), tohru still wears the happy mask, pretending all is fine (not relieved). Yuki calling his mom in dark corridor & fearing her (not relieved) Brilliant writing indeed! The only one who changed positively afterwards is yuki cuz he opened his lid in next scene, peeked inside & faced it by accepting help.

Tohru’s tight shit lid:

I had previously compared kyo’s feelings/ trauma with fire that spreads fast, burn him & hurt others. His trauma is tied strongly with death (kyoko) & suicide(his mom physically & him metaphorically thro confinement). How can you put out the fire without killing it? His trauma must be dealt/healed in a way that doesn’t kill the fire. Keep the light & warmth in it by igniting kyo’s desire to live. (I can’t figure out how & it’s driving me crazy!!!). Yuki’s feelings/trauma is a kin to a flowing river, calm in the surface but can flood dangerously & destroy. How can you fix it without rendering the river into a lifeless pond? by insuring it runs/flows regularly & reaches its destination!! Always changing & moving forward (already happening).

but what abt tohru? tohru’s feelings/trauma is a kin to a tiny flower. tender & fragile, it needs warmth, light & water to grow. This flower isn’t particularly prettier than the others nor rare. But it’s precious & provides joy. One might not notice that this flower is sick from the inside until it withers & dies silently.

Tohru’s closed box has more than her mom now. It has kyo. But why is kyo, who is a source of comfort to tohtu, is now paired with her mom’s saddest flashback?? Why can’t tohru accept loving kyo? altho tohru didn’t say it, we saw her shaken reaction to kyo’s confinement the day Akito told her & how she sought kazuma. Tohru might not have realized that kyo is her most loved one yet, but we as viewers don’t doubt it as the writer has amazingly led us thro their most normal & gradual relationship. Still it doesn’t explain why is kyo put away in tohru’s box along with kyoko’s haunting flashback & falling deep into the dark ocean of tohru’s darkest hidden thoughts?. Tohru hides pain.. why is loving kyo a pain to tohru?? why is she refusing to face her growing attachment to him?? she’s tragically lonely but she refuses to acknowledge her feelings of belonging to kyo?? could it be cuz she’s denying herself selfish desires? she doesn’t see herself worthy for him? tohru has often looked down on herself. Could it be thoru is scared of loving kyo? scared of being abandoned?? scared of changing herself? Weird!!!!!!I need More tohru!!!!

Side Notes:

Tohru’s story keeps getting more complicated emotionally in ways I haven't anticipated & I love it!! altho I don’t really get the part of fearing to love kyo?? it’s a bit weird since tohru has a loving nature. but hope to learn why soon.

kyo asks hana if she can read his heart with her waves. Also kyo openly stares fondly at tohru right in front of hana & co. boy is so preciously lovesick! XD.

Shigure is right. tohru isn’t his responsibility. Him providing support for her is already enough from a non-relative. I love his brash honesty.

Shigure/Mayu scene is the best comedy. I love their dynamics.

Kazuma’s “Its fine if you take as long as the others” is such inspiring line. It spoke to my heart! finding your future isn’t a competition!! It reinforces furuba’s brilliant message of everybody having their own pace. just cuz yuki is moving fast & healthy towards his future, doesn’t mean the others are less worthy for fearing a future or not finding the way to begin with. Everybody moves in different speed cuz they’re different ppl with different character traits, trauma. Also, foreshadowing!. Kyo’s lid will be opened last. Bring it on kyoko!

Is Aya the first sohma to get his happy ending/full redemption/achieved goal? YUP! fitting for Mr. Most-Confident!

Yuki’s conference scene is one of the well-directed, gives me hopes for tohru’s future dark story, but also it could mean the director is saving their craziest dramatic animation/adventures/experiments for her.. yikes!!!! plz NO.

Kyoko being a dotting mom, role model, gang member, cool friend & a chilling haunting ghost is brilliant story-telling!

tohru literally drawn in the sky after yuki saying ” you’re like the sky” is too much. lol.. but I’ll let it pass, it’s minor.

#Fruits Basket #Anime Only #excited paper #SE02

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peter-parkourwrites · 5 years

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Searching For Forever ~ Teaser (Peter Parker x Stark!FemReader)

Warnings: Swearing?? Eventually, I think. Mediocre writing lol,,

Summary: When everything seems almost too perfect, your family is starting to fall to pieces. Your father chooses his path and Steve chooses the opposite, and you're in the middle of it all. Only confiding in your best friend who just so happens to be everyone's favorite Friendly Neighborhood Spider-man, and the one you fall for.

A/N: Hi hello okay so, this is the very first series I will be doing and I’m excited to share it with you all. I don’t know when the first part will be uploaded because I’m busy with college applications and volunteering. But I will try and update as often as I can. I will alter some details, and such within the storyline. Also, the mood board above is my own and I love love love it !!! AnyWAyS, I haven’t seen Civil War in forever so plz forgive me any of this is wrong. Love you all, xx Devyn, <3

Part 1 is here

Civil War Part 1 -

“Miss Stark?” FRIDAY’s voice rang through your ears. You lay disheveled on your floor. Hair up in a messy bun, and stains covering your clothes of chemicals, food, and water.

“Yes, Friday?” You called back as you jotted down another equation into your notebook for later solving. The school was most certainly your least favorite thing, well, that and your dad being mad at you. Your father, Tony Stark a world-famous billionaire and genius, and he loved to add onto that with ‘playboy and philanthropist.’ While the last part was true he had now had a steady relationship going with Pepper Potts. When you were dropped off at your father’s house at the age of three, by your mother, Pepper had been the one to whip Tony into shape and made him realize he had a responsibility now. You.

“Your father is asking if you could join him for something to eat.”

“Eat? It’s only three…”

“Miss, it’s seven o’clock. He said dinner is ready and he needs to discuss some things with you.” You pushed yourself up off the floor and closed the notebook, making sure to mark your place with a pencil.

“I swear if this is about me stealing all of Caps sweatshirts again…” You grumbled and walked out of your room after putting on a clean shirt. You feet collided with the cool marble flooring, a soft pitter-patter echoing off the walls of the tower. As the elevator whirred and took you down to the dining area, you picked at your cubicles, a nervous tick you had picked up since you had found out your dad was Iron Man. You had snuck into his lab one night when you were seven. Trouble sleeping and lack of comfort from him led you to where you were standing in the lab. Your jaw hits the floor, the teddy bear in your hand, -who you ironically named snuffles because really what kid didn’t have a weird name for their stuffed bears- had hit the floor with a gentle thud. Right in front of your eyes was your father testing out his new suit, DUM-E right by his side holding up a fire extinguisher.

“YOURE IRON MAN?!” Your voice filled the lab, and Tony jumped slightly, one of his arms getting knocked loose from the suit.

“(Y/N)!” He hissed, “What the hell-heck are you doing in here! You should be asleep!” Tony yelled, his face turning red from anger or embarrassment, you couldn’t really tell. You bent down and picked up snuffles drawing him into your chest as you held him close.

“I-I couldn’t s-sleep and Miss Potts isn’t here so…” You shrugged and Tony sighed, a greasy hand running through his hair as he climbed out of the suit. He sat down on a stool and motioned for you to walk over. A small smile graced your features as you happily walked up towards him, hair bobbing around as you jumped with every step. Tony let out a small chuckle as he wiped his hands with a rag and reached out for you. He lifted you up and sat you on his knee.

“Listen pumpkin, you can’t tell anyone about this. This is our little secret… okay?”

“Okay!” You cheered nodding at him and holding up your pinkie. He laughed and linked his with yours.

“You can’t tell anyone, not Miss Potts, Happy, your uncle Rhodey… no one. This is dangerous and I don’t want anyone to know.”

“But why not?” You asked moving your attention from the bear in your arms up to his face. Your big (y/e/c) doe eyes made his heart warm at the sight.

“Because pumpkin, you could all get hurt. And I can’t let that happen. Especially not to you.”

“I’ll be fine daddy, you’re iron man!” You giggled and he shook his head a small laugh escaping past his lips. You were so young and had yet to figure out the dangers of this world. Tony wanted to keep it from you for as long as possible, he was going to protect you no matter the cost. His hand cupped the back of your small head as he gently pulled you closer to his chest.

“I love you.” He whispered and placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You smiled warmly and looked up at him.

“I love you too Papa.” You hummed and rested your head against his chest again, your eyes scanning the room around you as you asked, “Does this mean I get my own suit now?”

“No.” He stated, before laughing softly. “You’re too young, and-”

“Then can I try on your suit?!” You cried out, raising your head from his chest and giving him a goofy grin. He let out a defeated sigh and shook his head.

“Not tonight pumpkin, it’s time for bed.”

“(Y/n)!” Your father’s cheery voice filled your ears as the elevator doors slid open.

“Hey Old Man, Miss Potts.” You greeted the pair as you walked up to the kitchen island and climbed up onto one of the obnoxiously high stools.

“(y/n/n), sweetie how many times have I told you to call me Pepper?” Pepper said, looking over at you with a teasing smile. You chuckled nervously and shrugged.

“Heh, sorry force of habit I guess… Anyways uh what’s for dinner?”

“Cheeseburgers and I made them.” Tony grinned and you sighed shaking your head.

“Well, Pepper guess we had better start apartment searching.” You said nudging the blonde woman's arm. She laughed and nodded in agreement.

“I’ll call the relators now.”

“No no no! There is no need for that. I didn’t even burn the kitchen down!”

“Yeah, this time! Besides for all we know this could be an illusion Old Man.”

“Oh can it. I know what I’m doing.” He grumbled turning away from the both of you and grabbing the plates. He handed them out before sitting down across from you. You looked down at the burger and fries sitting beside it. You tossed a fry into your mouth and chewed, before picking up the burger. Your eyes flickered from the burger, to Pepper who was looking over at you as well. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you bite into it.

You placed it down again and nodded, your eyes meeting the cheerful face of your father.

“It’s… really good. Nice job Dad.” You said with a smile as he gave you a goofy grin and cheered.

“I knew it! Now next time you underestimate my cooking you’ll be eating rats.”

“Dad!” you screeched, “Tony!” Pepper and you called at the same time making you chuckle a bit.

“Oh whatever anyways, what I needed to talk about uhm…” Tony cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “So you remember a few days ago your Uncle Steve and crew went to Lagos.”

“Yeah…”

“Well, Wanda… she uh. She basically contained the blast but she threw it upward near a building, which was full of Wakandan humanitarian workers.”

“Wait wait so, Rumlow the guy I told you looked like a bad guy, tried to steal that staff thing or whatever it was, and then blew himself up, causing Wanda to hurt Wakandans?”

“Yes, now we have some of it under control. We are getting word to Wakanda and they will be handling everything with the families but, Secretary Ross-”

“I hate that guy…” You grumbled taking another bite of food.

“So do I pumpkin, but he informed all of us that we need to have a meeting about what happened. So the rest of the team is coming back soon, and we will have a meeting tomorrow night.” Tony said as he took the last bite of his burger and sighed. “So just be prepared for anything to happen.”

“Already am Dad.” You said with a reassuring smile as you stood up and put your plate in the sink. “Besides you guys will work it out and come up with a solution together, you always do.” You said walking back over to him and placing a small kiss to his cheek. He smiled and hugged you before standing up. “I’m gonna get back to work… I’ll see you two in the morning, night Pepper, night Dad.”

“Goodnight (y/n), sleep well,” Pepper said as she poured herself a cup of tea. You smiled at her and waved before walking over to the elevator.

“Night Pumpkin!” Tony called off as you walked into the elevator. A small smile curled on your lips as the doors slid shut. You hit the button for your floor and up went the elevator with a quiet whir.

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kennythecarrot12 · 5 years

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I’m Leaving

Taken from one of my stories in AO3, maybe someone on this site might enjoy this.

Ever since Jumin and I came back from our honeymoon, I thought everything would change.

I mean, those days left at the resort were heaven. I spent so much time with my husband, it felt like a dream.

….was it?

We got back, and he got triple the work he usually got. Many businesses, contracts, projects, and deadlines were coming up and it felt like I was being pushed aside.

“Jumin, dear, I thought we could go out and see-” I try to say. “Not tonight, MC, I've got to work until late today. The office has been chaotic as of late. I'll be back later.”

And with that, he was gone. It's been this way for months.

I don't think I can live like this.

Because you don't listen to what is so close to you,

Only the outside noise

And I that I'm by your side disappear from your eyes

But… I wasn't helping either.

During his day off, he asked me:

“MC,” I turn to him on the bed. He stared at my eyes. “I was thinking we could go out and look for a new dress for yourself. Seems that you're in need for one.” I narrowed my eyes.

“I already made plans.” He seemed confused. “Which I've already told you. Two days ago.” I turn back to my side of the bed. “I told you I was going out with Yoosung to the park with his cat. You even told me,” I clear my throat. “Alright. Have fun.” I try to imitate his voice.

He only stares at me. I feel his body leave the bed, and I sit up to see where he's going.

He goes to the bathroom and shuts the door. I jump at the sudden noise.

After getting up and dressing up, I see him with his suit on and suitcase in hand.

“I thought it was your day off?” I ask before he heads out the door.

“I have plans now too.” and with that, he leaves before I can answer.

I'm not going to cry and say I don't deserve this,

Because it's probably that I deserve this but-

That day, I decided to cancel my meeting with Yoosung.

“Are you feeling alright, MC? You've never canceled on me… or anyone actually.” he says over the phone.

I sigh. “yeah, sorry Yoosung. I'm just… not in the mood, ya know?” I say. I felt bad for canceling on him but… I couldn't bear myself faking a smile when i felt rotten inside.

“Alright, but call me if anything comes up! You know you can count on me for anything!” I smile and nod, as if he could see me. “you bet.” and with that I hung up.

Jumin has been even more distant from that day on. He left on more overnight trips than usual, almost like he was asking for it.

I usually called Yoosung or Seven when I was feeling down, as they knew how to cheer me up easily. But I stopped calling.

I wanted to leave.

Leave this worthless life, being a wife that is not even loved.

Being a member in the RFA that didn't deserve their friendship.

--But I don't want It,

And that's why I leave

I began thinking about this a lot.

It would be best to leave. Jumin would be better off.

Before I knew it, I was sending letters to each of the RFA members. I thought it would be better to also send little things that remind me of them.

I told Yoosung that I was sorry for this, that I never meant to say goodbye this way. I kept thinking of my last words to him… but I couldn't remember no matter how hard I tried. In his package, I gave him LOLOL plush toys, of his and my avatars.

To Seven… I now knew what it would be like to run away from family. And that I was sorry I was doing it to him again. I wished him happiness. I gave him a cat plush toy with the words “God Seven” sewn into it.

To Zen… I wished him success in his career and that I would be watching him succeed. I truly appreciate him. I gifted him multiple face masks of his favorite and a copy of our first selfie together.

I wrote to Jaehee how I regret not spending as much time with her, as she was always busy because of Jumin. ‘I always begged Jumin to give you days off.’ I gifted her a coffee machine with her favorite type of coffee in it. I also gave her a poster of Zen.

To V…. I actually recorded to him. I knew he was losing his eyesight and was refusing treatment. I gifted him a photograph I took of him with his camera when Jumin and I came over. It was a picture of him looking at the sky.

“Hey, V. I um… I decided to leave. Leave RFA and… to leave Jumin. It's just… not been okay for me. I felt unloved. Lonely. I even…” I chuckled. “I even wanted to escape forever without telling anyone… the only difference here is that I'm saying goodbye.” I inhaled. “You will all hate me for leaving so suddenly, but… I hope you understand, V. You know… knew… Jumin the best. You know how he is,” I smiled. “He is perfect in my eyes…” a tear escaped my eye but I quickly wiped it off my face.

“But even perfection has flaws. I wasn't happy by his side. Don't get me wrong, we were okay for a while but… I was too lonely and too neglected. I just hope you can forgive me.” I give a sad smile and turn off the camera.

I send the tape to V’s home to arrive the day the letters will arrive to the other members.

The last one is Jumin.

Because I know that something better waits for me,

That which sweetens salt, and makes the sun come out

Me, that thought I would never leave you,

that this love was good and for life,

but today I understood that there isn't enough for both of us.

I went to a lawyer and got the divorce papers. It was easy to move around since Jumin was never around.

The bad thing was paying people off to be quiet about my whereabouts.

Except to Driver Kim. He asked where I would like to go, no questions asked. I trusted him.

Eventually, I got home with the papers ready and signed from my part.

I wrote to him now.

“Dear Jumin,

It's been a hard year. You've been away so long, and I couldn't take it anymore. I'm sorry that I couldn't tell you this in your face, but I knew that once I told you this, you would convince me to stay. I can't do that anymore. On the bed, I left the divorce papers. They're all signed from my side. When you sign them, call my mother and she will pick them up. Please don't try to contact me or tell Seven to locate me… it won't be possible. I'm sorry I couldn't be stronger for you. I'm sorry I didn't have what it takes to be with you. I'm sorry I never gave you a family like you always wanted. I'm sure someone better awaits for you.

Someone that isn't me.

Please take good care of yourself.

P.S. Please take good care of Elizabeth the 3rd, she seems to miss you a lot.

Signed,

I'm not going to cry and say I don't deserve this,

Because it's probably that I deserve this

but I don't want it

so that's why I leave

What a shame but goodbye

I say goodbye to you and I leave

What a shame but goodbye

I say goodbye to you

I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest as I leave the note next to the divorce papers. This wasn't going to be easy. But I need to leave.

To get away.

I pick up my luggage. I leave almost all my clothing, the one Jumin had bought me. I take the one I came into this home with. Mostly consisting of sweaters, leggings, t-shirts, underwear and such.

I inhale deeply as I pet Elizabeth the 3rd. A couple of tears escape.

“I'm sorry… that I'm leaving. If there was a way I could keep you, I would. I know how lonely you'll be here. Same as me… but even worse. You won't have me as company anymore.” Elizabeth purrs and rubs her head on my leg. I exhale.

I leave food and water for her.

A temptation comes from going in my phone. I sigh and log in the RFA chat.

Yoosung, Seven and Zen were in.

MC has entered the chat room.

Yoosung☆: MC! Hi hi hi!

707: MC!!!

707 : SO GLAD YOU'RE HERE!! ☆☆

707 : TELL ZEN HERE THAT CATS ARE THE BEST PLZ

ZEN: *annoyed emoji*

ZEN: There's no point in trying to convince me, I'm allergic lol

MC: hey guys

MC: leave Zen alone lmao he's allergic

ZEN: Finally someone with common sense!!

Yoosung☆: Hey MC you ok?? You haven't been missing your meals have you??

ZEN: Yeah, you have barely logged in this week

707: do u want me to come over?!?!?

707: Jumin is working late today right??? I can keep you company AND see Elly!!!

707: B☆O☆N☆U☆S☆!!

MC: lol I'm ok just tired

MC: and yeah he is working late as usual

MC: but don't worry I'm ok lol

Jumin Han has entered the chat room.

Jumin Han: Hello, MC. Are you and Elizabeth the 3rd doing alright?

MC : yeah.

Jumin Han: I'm glad.

707: ooooooooohhhh!!! Is our heir busy tonight?!?!?!

ZEN: *yet another annoyed emoji*

ZEN: That dude is always busy, I have a feeling MC is always alone;;

Yoosung☆: Yeah… me too.

Jumin Han: Nonsense. She understands I'm busy.

MC: …..

MC: I got to go. It was nice talking to you guys

MC : I love you all

707: awww!!

707 : *hearts emoji*

707: We love you back!!!!

Yoosung☆: have a good day MC! Don't skip meals!

ZEN: call if you need a friend, MC;;

Jumin Han: She has other people she can call other than you, Zen.

MC has left the chatroom.

You didn't realize you had been crying. That was your last chat with them.

You wipe the tears away and leave the phone beside the letter and divorce papers before leaving the penthouse.

You get some looks from people inside the building, as you were carrying luggage.

Once inside Driver Kim’s car, you told him to drive you to the airport. He seemed worried for you.

You smiled at him. “I'm… okay.” He nods and continues driving. Once there, there was no going back.

“Next flight to… New York… leaving in 10 minutes.” that was your call to your new life.

That Night.

Jumin opened the door to his penthouse, noticing how quiet it was.

A sudden ‘meow’ startled him. It was only Elizabeth the 3rd rubbing against his leg.

By now, he would be hearing MC giggling at the TV show she usually watched. But… the house seemed quiet. Too quiet.

“MC?” He asked out loud. “I'm home.” he was met with more silence.

He checked every room until he got in the bedroom.

He saw a couple of papers on the bed and MC’s phone. He looked confused.

Once picking up the papers, his face went white.

“W...What…?” He said to himself.

‘Divorce Documentation’ read at the top.

This wasn't possible. It couldn't be.

He saw how every page was signed by MC.

He then noticed the paper next to those.

It was a letter from MC. He read it, and hasn't realized he was crying. It was not often he cried, but…

He physically felt his heart shatter.

He had driven his wife away from him.

Jumin then grabbed the phone she left behind, to tell him any clue as to where she had gone off to.

Jumin signed on her RFA account.

MC has joined the chat room.

Jaehee Kang: Hello, MC. How are you?

MC: ljkip

Jaehee Kang: MC?

MC has left the chat room.

Jumin couldn't believe this.

He called his chief of security, telling everyone to see or find out where she went.

He spent all night and all day the next day looking for her.

Jumin received a call from Driver Kim.

Jumin answered immediately. “Yes?? Do you know?” there was a pause. “airport?”

He hung up.

He went to his bed, no, -their- bed and cried. She was gone.

What a shame but goodbye

I say goodbye to you and I leave

What a shame but goodbye

I say goodbye….

And I leave.

☆☆☆EXTRA☆☆☆

His phone suddenly started ringing. It was V.

“Jumin… please go to the RFA chat room. Something has happened.” Jumin immediately logs in from his account.

Jumin Han has entered the chat room.

Yoosung☆: Did anyone get a weird package from MC??? I haven't opened it yet

707: …….

ZEN: yeah… I did too. Open it, Yoosung.

Jaehee Kang: So did I…

Jaehee Kang: Mr. Han…..

V: I don't know what to say. She sent me a tape.

Yoosung☆: a tape?? Why you?? I only got a letter T_T

Yoosung☆: oh nvm there's stuff here!!!

V: She was worried I wouldn't be able to read because of my eyesight.

Jumin Han: She gave me divorce papers.

ZEN: ?????!???????

ZEN: what???

Yoosung☆: omg …

707: she's leaving?????

Jumin Han: She already left… she hasn't been in the penthouse since yesterday, around the time she came in last time.

Jaehee Kang: Wait, Mr. Han. Are you sure? She came in last night and wrote random letters and left.

Jumin Han: That was me. I wanted to see with my own eyes that this was her phone and her app.

ZEN: Wait so she's gone?

ZEN: what the HELL did you do Jumin!!?

Jumin Han: …..

Jaehee Kang: Zen… please. Mr. Han must be having a hard time right now. He hasn't come into work all day today.

Yoosung☆: ….. We were supposed to go roller skating next week. How could she leave us like that?

V: She was having a hard time, Yoosung…

Jumin Han: it's all my fault. If I had been home more often to be there for her… I shouldn't have been mean to her.

ZEN: mean??? So you admit to treating her badly????

V: Not in the way you think, Hyun.

ZEN: Then?? What the hell is going on?;;

707: Jumin

Jumin Han: ?

707: I know where she went, but I'm gonna need time to locate her exact spot as she has no cellphone

Jumin Han: Where is she????

Jumin Han: TELL ME!

707: New York, USA

Yoosung☆: …..

ZEN: How did you find out so quickly??

707: She used Jumin’s account to pay for the ticket with card, but it shows she deposited the same amount of money later on on his account in cash

Jaehee Kang: I can only assume that she didn't want to owe Mr. Han any money…

V: Are you going after her, Jumin?

Yoosung☆: Obviously he is!!!!

ZEN: Yeah… He can't just leave her;;

707: idk

Jumin Han: No.

Yoosung☆: ???????

Jumin Han: She left for a reason. I can't change that. She's as stubborn as…

Jumin Han: point is… she doesn't want to be found.

Jumin Han: I'm signing the papers.

Jumin Han has left the chat room.

#mystic messenger #jumin han #jumin x mc #angst

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