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soulwillower · 3 years

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semi-charming • bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader smut)

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warnings: drinking, mentions of weed, dorm living, almost-strangers hooking up, smut, choking (light), light spitting, a tiny bit of dirty talk, switch!bill, its kinda fluffy smut tbh, enemies-to-lovers but its so lowkey, kinda cute guys, neighbor-ish au,

(losers + reader are 19+.)

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the first time it happened, you wrote it off as unintentional.

it's happened to everyone: you're joking around with your roommate, or reaching over to grab your laptop, and you fall off your bed to the floor. you knock over your lamp or someone knocks over the handle that was sitting half-empty on the mini-fridge. the tile on the ground of the dorm rooms are hard and cold and don't do much to quiet the noise of anything, so you get that.

but whatever the hell was going on in the room above you was not that. it was three in the morning, and your head was spinning in that sickening way that only happens when you take too many drinks in a short time and find your way to bed for a few hours before being startled awake.

a loud thump made you jump in your bed, heart racing as you woke in surprise.

it was around twenty more loud thuds from your ceiling (in a span of barely two minutes) that you gathered the energy to slide out of your bed, sliding on your dorm slides and throwing on a shirt to cover your near naked body before storming into the hallway to climb the most challenging single story of stairs in your life, right to your upstairs neighbors' door.

your hand was banging on the door for a mere five seconds before the door swung open and a terribly confusing sight fell onto your eyes.

three boys who you've only ever seen in passing before in your dorm, all shirtless and heaving breaths. the one who answered the door, possibly bill or mike (judging by the stupid name tags on their door), has bright eyes and dark auburn hair that reflects in the dim light of the hall, backlit by the neon purple from inside the room. his sweaty bare abdomen made your eyes twitch as you glared at him, suddenly more irritated because he's kind of really hot and stupid and annoying, and you needed to sleep.

"hi.” he said casually, and you could tell he wasn’t entirely sober, either.

“so what is your fucking problem?" you said in lieu of a greeting, half-asleep and pissed beyond belief (also still drunk). the boy who answered the door raised his brows, head turning with a brow raised, as if to ask his buddies 'are they for real?' before turning back with a large, cocky smile, "pardon you? we already turned down the music."

you blinked, knowing you must have seemed so rude and looked insane but it was a weeknight and you had class in the morning, "wh- what, no- i'm not here about music. it's like three, you're slamming on the floor and i can hear it like i'm in a fucking tornado in my room below you so you need to knock it off."

then the other boy, further back with foggy glasses, started laughing. the other one laughed too, rubbing his neck sheepishly, still breathing heavy. "what the hell are you guys even doing in there?" you added, running a hand through your hair in exasperation.

"they were trying to bench press me. but then bill decided to start doing squat jumps onto his bed." the boy with glasses explained as he rubbed his chest, still concealed by the darkness of the room, illuminated only by the stupid LED neon lights that every single person in the dorms had lining their rooms. that explained the thudding.

"why." you'd deadpanned. you were too tired for this, but you'd wanted them to understand that it was keeping people up. "richie got us kicked out of Pike for stealing their doorknobs and pledge class photos." the third boy says, elbowing the boy, richie. "we felt like working out, but then richie said we couldnt press him, so..." he trails off at the look you give.

"you want my workout routine or something?" richie asks you. you sharply inhale and bill smiles, "well, if that's all, we'll be going. i've got one more rep to get in."

your eyes widened, jaw dropping at his words. he'd laughed, then, and your eyes couldn't stop as you stared at his sculpted abs flex in the light. god damn it.

"chill out, neighbor. sorry to wake you from your beauty sleep." he said as he noticed your look, and you wanted to fucking hit him.

you rolled your eyes, picking up on his facetious tone. "whatever. just knock it off. thanks," you'd griped, sarcastically smiling at them before trudging away towards the stairwell. and you'd caught it when bill muttered, "is now a bad time to assemble my ikea desk with my drill?"

you'd run into bill once again a few days after when you'd gone to use the bathroom on the floor above you where your friend lived, washing out the bowl you'd used for lunch. a 'shh!' had made your brows furrow as you'd walked in, not paying attention as you'd heard a shower stop and a girl laugh from the other side of the bathrooms.

but a deep voice grunting 'ow, fuck' made you freeze and then feel hot, wondering what kind of luck you have to be in the bathroom when some people were hooking up in the shower. but you're reminded that you had the worst luck when you go to leave the bathroom and two figures round the corner, hair soaking wet and hoods pulled over their heads. making eye contact with him, he must've seen how flustered and irritated you were, because he cracked a grin, "good to see you again, neighbor. you sleeping well these days?"

that was only a few days ago. you'd seen him in passing at a party at one of the frats, but had avoided any interaction with him after you saw him and his friend with the glasses snickering to themselves after sneaking looks to you. god, you didn't want to face them again - they were so mocking, so cocky.... so rude, and they made you feel like you were being insane just for wanting to have peaceful sleep. bill was not your favorite person.

but as bad as the first two experiences were, the third time you had the misfortune of interacting with bill, it was the worst.

your roommate was out for the weekend, and you'd found yourself stuck with your leg and ankle pinned between your heavy file cabinet under your bed and your bedframe, unable to scoot it over on your own to free your leg.

you were planning on relaxing tonight, after being stood up from a booty call hook up. you’re mad, frustrated, horny, and close to tears now that you’ve gotten yourself stuck pinned to your bed.

it’s nearly one in the morning, and nobody’s in the hall.

but then, bill walked past your open door as you struggled, and desperately you called, "hey!"

his double-take into your room, his head poking in, would have been charming if the face was anybody but him.

"what?" he asks, suddenly noticing it’s you. his voice is not charming and calm as you've seen him be with other peers, but in your stubborn mind, you convince yourself it’s fine; you don’t like him, either.

"i'm stuck, can you help?" you say despite your thoughts.

he sighs, dropping his backpack next to your bed and then tugging to try and move the cabinet.

"how did you do this?" he mutters as he pulls as hard as he can to pull it, but your shoe is too wedged diagonally against the floor, cabinet and frame. you sigh, "thought i could nudge it to the side with my toes, i dropped my dab through the crack."

he chuckles, trying to instead shove it backwards instead; to no avail. "smart girl." he says sarcastically, and you roll your eyes, trying to help him shove it. "what was the point of you keeping me up all fucking night if you aren't strong enough to move this shit?" you say, exasperated because it's starting to dig into your calf.

he stops, rolling his eyes at you. "has anyone ever told you that you can be a bit rude?" he asks, moving closer to you to try and push it away. you look down at him from where you stand, elbows on your mattress. "no. you're just a dick. fight fire with fire, or whatever." you mutter, face feeling hot.

you can't stop staring at his shoulders, his arms - they're so hot, the veins popping out of his hands and forearms, the smell of his aftershave wafting into your nose from where he kneels next to you.

he just hums. "i'm going to try to push your leg forward and then push the cabinet away." he states, and you nod, just wanted this nightmare to be over. you're still terribly embarrassed and the proximity to such a hot and confusingly irritating boy is making you lose your grip.

it takes a lot in you to not jolt when his warm hand wraps around your bare leg and starts to pull you, his strong hold on you making you tingle. "what's your name?" he asks, and you almost laugh as his grip on your thigh tightens, the feeling of his fingers wrapped around your skin making you hot. this is insane. "y/n." you struggle out, throat feeling dry - there's no reason his hand needs to be so high up on your leg, but some part of you really wants it. "it says that on my door." you say breathlessly.

whatever he was going to reply with is cut off as he tries to readjust his grip on you and the cabinet, but his hand slides up and grazes the skin near the apex of your thigh, coaxing a sharp gasp to fall from your mouth.

he turns red, looking up at you, "god, sorry." he mutters, and you bite your lip, unable to look away.

you kind of forget to say anything, stuck staring at him, heart thumping as wetness pools between your legs just from this boy's touch. god, you've got to get laid.

his arm is wrapped around the onside of your leg, thumb reaching higher on your thigh than his other fingers, and for a moment you hesitate before deciding to go for it: you drop your hand hand to his hair, pulling lightly as you 'steady yourself,' smirking as you feel his shaky breath against your thigh.

you don't even care about getting unstuck now, all you can think about is being fucked into the mattress by this asshole boy from the fourth floor. you’re not sure where this feeling came from.

when he finally pushes the cabinet away, causing you to stumble to catch your ground. he helps you get the cart and then push the cabinet back, awkward small talk making you want to die. "why were you down here anyways?" you ask, rubbing your leg. "mike kicked me out to be with a girl and all my friends are out for tonight." he sighs, rubbing his neck. "i have to do homework tonight, just going to find somewhere quiet to get it done."

"that's surprisingly responsible." you say, looking at him wearily. he gives you an annoyed look, "what's that supposed to mean?" you roll your eyes, "you don't seem particularly academically motivated." you state, unsure if you're coming across as flirtatious or just a dick. he gives you a look as he moves to grab his things from next to your bed. "you seem more pleasure motivated."

you catch your mistake immediately - and he does, too, smirking. you stutter to fix it, "don't be gross." you defend weakly.

he's biting his lip and something rumbles in your chest, flames in your abdomen. it's hard to gauge if you don't like him or if you do. maybe you're just horny.

"i thought you were cute, you know, until you showed up at three in the morning to chew me out." he mutters, eyebrows raised, "i get that that was annoying, but it was a saturday. everyone was drunk, i don't get why you are still being a bitch." his face drops when he says that, as if he didn't mean to say it at all, but he doesn't take it back. you shrug, not too offended. he kind of has a point, "i don't get why you have to make everything so much harder than it has to be. doesn't matter how hot you are, i don't have to like you, you know." you say, crossing your arms with a smirk.

"believe me, i'd rather you not like me." he says, smile on his face troubling. you look at him, trying to gauge why you're feeling so flustered, why you want to jump his bones right now no matter how annoying he is. "then why haven't you left yet?" you challenge. you figure if you're reading his actions wrong, this gives him an out.

"because i kind of want to fuck you now." he says boldly. you just smirk, walking towards where he sits on your desk chair, lowering yourself to straddle him. he looks up at you, eyes large and mischievous as he pulls you down on him all the way, your hips grinding lightly. "i think you want to fuck me always." you whisper, lips hovering above his, teasing. you're eating up all his attention, soaking it up and savoring the way he watches you.

you boldly snake your hand down between the two of you, lips still refusing to touch his, your hand starting to tease his clothed cock as it hardens under your palm. you stroke him as you lean, almost kissing him before pulling away. he glares at you.

then you move your hips, the tension in your room killing you. he lets out a half-moan, causing you to buck your hips again, relishing in the pleasure it gives you. he leans forward, trying to catch your lips, but your hand catches his chest, your lips just centimeters from his own. "fuck you, y/n." he says, fed up with your teasing as his hands squeeze your ass, moving to the bottom of your thighs and then rising with surprising ease, holding you against him and making your heart thump in shock. he takes four long strides towards your bed, tossing you on it. you grin, expecting for him to climb onto you, but instead he's walking towards your door, making your heart quicken. is he leaving?

he slams your door shut, though, and it makes you smirk as he clicks the lock. you're on your back, the sight of him upside down making you bite your lip, eyes nearly even with the bulge in his sweatpants.

he walks up to you, and you eye him as he bends forward, hand catching your chin, holding your head forward with a strength you didn't expect. "look at me." he says suddenly. you blink, feeling hot as you stare into his eyes.

"don't tease me." he says, and you swallow, heart racing in excitement. "okay." you croak, and it seems to satisfy him because he tilts your neck from here he holds your neck and chin, kissing you soundly on your lips. you feel on fire at his touch, squirming as you slip your hands into his hair - it's making you so needy that he's holding you, almost trapped on the mattress, kissing him upside down.

he pulls away and you flip around, allowing for him to climb onto the bed, barely enough time before you pull him in for another kiss, this one heated and desperate.

he bites marks on your neck as your hands palm him, pushing your own thighs together in need. slowly, you push him down against your mattress and sling a leg over his hip, moving to straddle him. his hands find your hips easily, looking at you like you're the only thing ever worth looking at; your breath leaves your lungs and you steady yourself, the reality of how fucking beautiful bill is hitting you at once.

you pull his shirt off, yours coming off, leaving you in just your shorts and underwear. he palms your tits, pinching your nipple as you grind down against his cock, whimpering at the feeling of his pants against your clothed clit. "if only you'd come up to my room like this." he says, and you snap your eyes to his, seeing the teasing grin but glaring at him. "maybe you would've been nicer to me if you knew how good i'd make you feel." he whispers as you resume your hip's movement, "shut up, bill." you hiss. he laughs, his thumb making contact with your clit takes you by surprise and you jump a bit, moaning quietly as your eyes close in pleasure.

"take these off." he mutters into your mouth as you bite his bottom lip. you take off your shorts, quickly resuming your spot straddling him, his lips trailing from your breasts to your throat and then your mouth again, grinding against him in need. he toys with your slit over your panties before he pulls them slowly to the side, spreading your juices on his long fingers, humming as he brings his fingers to his lips, watching you as he licks his fingers. you nearly moan, impatient enough that you kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips faintly; "do you want me?" you whisper against his lips.

"i wish i didn't," he says, "but yes. do you want to do this?"

you're breathless, beside yourself with need, "yes." you say quickly, tugging his sweats off and tossing them to the floor. "fuck you, by the way." you spit, flipping him off. he grins and it's fucking beautiful, his smirk, his red cheeks, heaving chest. budding hickeys bloom over his neck and chest as he catches your hand, tugging you forward over him, whispering, "you're about to."

you roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies in your chest, hand falling over his as he pumps himself. your thumb swipes over his tip, spreading his precum before opening the condom he'd pulled out of his pocket (you don't even want to know why he brought one with him to study) and roll it onto his cock.

and then you’re pushing aside your panties and stabilizing yourself on bill’s chest. you line yourself up on him and look to him for one last confirmation. he nods, “quick fucking around, babe.” he says, but his voice sounds desperate and his cheeks are flushed and you let out a strangled moan as you sink onto him, the nickname making your stomach flutter. you have to stay and give yourself time to adjust to his size, his moans swallowed by your own mouth as your tongue swipes his. his hands roam your body, squeezing your hips, your ass, your breasts and then rising to cup your neck and back.

“shit, bill.” you whimper as you slowly start to move up and down. his eyes fall shut in pleasure and his head tilts back, exposing the entire expanse of his throat for you to claim, his hands falling to your hips. your eyes watch his thin necklace shine in the faint light from your lamp and he's filling you up perfectly.

he looks like fucking heaven.

you kiss his neck lightly as you pick up the pace, bouncing on him steadily as his fingers grip the sides of your thighs.

“fuck, y/n.” he whispers, staring at you with his lips caught between his teeth. the feeling of him stretching inside you and hitting the perfect spot has your legs shaking already, breathing heavily. he’s soon surging up, kissing you deeply as groans fall from his lips, his arms rising to your waist to hold you as you move.

"you're much better when you're not talking." you mutter as you fuck yourself on him, moving your hips as you bounce. he rolls his eyes, "i'd fuck you every day if it meant you wouldn't come ruin my fun every night." he quips back, eyes challenging. and your hand rises to squeeze around his throat, at first as a joke, but then he smiles brightly, a smirk that stirs something in you and you squeeze ever so slightly, the feeling of his pulse making you moan.

his smirk sends butterflies through your stomach, pleasure swirling in your core. but then his own hand rises to your own throat, squeezing lightly.

you moan, unable to keep it together. "you think two can't play this game, y/n? it's like you don't know me." he tuts, seemingly pleased as you're flushing, gasping as your legs stutter, his hips moving up to meet yours, strokes hitting you deep. “i don’t,” you whisper, and he hums.

your legs stutter after one particularly satisfying thrust and he grabs your hips, lifting slightly and biting his lip as he starts to thrust up into you. “oh, my god,” you moan as he hits your g spot and he curses under his breath.

your hand comes up to rest on the wall behind him as you meet each other half way, hitting a spot deep inside you that has you moaning his name loud enough for anyone to hear. you hope to god your next door neighbors are out.

he presses his lips to yours and you know its to get you to stop being so loud - it makes your toes curl in pleasure. then his thumb snakes its way to your lips, his grin widening when your lips immediately part and suck on the finger, humming around it as your hand rests on his neck, the other over his abs as you bounce.

"so pretty like this, y/n." he leans up, then, sitting up more and changing the angle, making you gasp with a moan as his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to his face with the hand on your face. he pulls his thumb from your mouth with a light pop, your legs barely riding him at your proximity, instead steady on his hips, his cock warm and stretching you. "do you think you'd look pretty under me?" he asks. you swallow, moving your hips again and sliding on his cock, movements making you stare at him, pleasure building.

"i think you would." he whispers, hand still on your neck. you whimper a bit, sliding off of him, allowing him to climb over you, kissing you soundly before pulling you to the edge of your bed, legs hanging off as he stands in front of you. lifting one leg, he kisses your knee and holds it up as he teases your slit with his cock before sliding into you again, causing you to let out a loud moan, his own melding with yours.

your eyes roll back at the new angle, legs shaking as his fingers dig into your thigh. “wanna see your f-face when i make you cum.“ he mutters, hand rising to thumb your lip, dragging your bottom lip down.

"you think you're gonna make me cum?" you bite, knowing no man you've been with has been able to.

you watch as his eyes admire the half-lids of your eyes, the blissed, fucked-out look on your face. your chest is littered in blossoming hickes, varying from pink to dark red and slightly purple already.

he says nothing in response to you, but pulls your leg further open, spitting down onto your cunt, making you moan lightly, the action being terribly sexy. his thumb finds your clit and starts to rub perfectly in counteraction to his thrusts, his lips finding your nipple.

you gasp in pleasure, panting as you start to wonder if he really is going to make you cum. then his thumb rubs circles on your clit and as he presses lightly, you can’t hold off any longer. “fuck,” you hiss as you hit your peak, your orgasm making your legs shake. you can’t help it, gasping and bucking your hips as you clench against his cock in bliss, your orgasm causing you to tug his hair in ecstasy. “so pretty.” he mutters against your neck, pressing kisses to it as you’re moaning and arching your back. "so good, cumming for me." he says cockily. you're panting as you whisper, "shut up," his hips still pounding into yours.

“god, you're such a sweet talker.” he mutters sarcastically as you look at him desperately, his eyes fall shut in bliss, a deep groan leaving his lips, you can tell he's close.

"and you're such a gentleman." you jest back, pulling him closer by his shoulders, eyes shutting in bliss. he hums, strokes getting sloppier, "i let you cum first, didn't i?" he counters.

you huff a laugh, something in your heart twinging in affection. you kiss him so you don't say something stupid, moving your hips with his. a few strokes and he's pulling you closer to him by your back, whimpering into your mouth, “y/n, fuck.” beautiful moans fall from his cherry colored lips as he cums, and you just stare at him in awe, surprised by how hot it is as he says your name. he rides his high and then falls off of you, onto the mattress between you and the wall.

"hey," he says after a few moments of you both catching your breaths, your hands overlapping on your stomach but not nearly holding hands. it makes you feel warm in a weird way. excited, nervous.

"what?" you ask, turning to stare into his eyes. he smirks, "you think we woke up the downstairs neighbors?" he whispers, eyes alight with tease.

you shove him, smothering him with a pillow while he laughs, pulling you onto him.

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missinghan · 3 years

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cold sun ⤖ han jisung

❖ genre : soulmate au; fluff; angst

❖ word count : 2,6k.

❖ warning : slight swearing

❖ summary : in a world where one will lose something if their soulmate doesn’t reciprocate their words of love once they turn sixteen, jisung is willing to take the risk so you won’t have to bear the burden.

❖ note : i just realized how i always tend to write for jisung when i'm down :')) anywho this piece is a little different than what i usually come up with but i hope y'all enjoy it ♡

It’s the first day of the week.

“Hey, Y/N. I like you!”

And Han Jisung is really annoying.

Those words come out so easily. It's casual in a way that makes you bury your red nose deeper into the soft fabric of your scarf, which makes your footsteps quicken unknowingly as his voice chases after you loudly. Either way, this isn’t the first time Jisung has said so. In fact, it’s become a habit for him to remind you every other day.

There’s no particular reason why. Or at least that’s what you think.

It’s the end of the week. Jisung decides to hang himself upside down on your bed while you’re stressing over a presentation. “Hey, Y/N.” A cold winter breeze comes rushing against the perplexing glass of your window, shaking the frame violently before all motions come to silence.

Until, “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” he creeps up from behind you and chirps into your ear.

“What?” you let out a groan of displease when tempting warmth embraces you whole, prompting you to drop your attention and looking over your shoulder.

Jisung pouts, “You didn’t answer me.”

“It’s because you’re annoying,” you sigh.

“Answer me when I call your name,” he pulls you in a fraction tighter, careful enough not to hurt you but firm to not let you slip away at the same time, and cradles your neck warmly, “So I’d know that you’re still here with me.”

“Alright, stupid.”

The all too familiar gummy smile returns instantly. “Hey, Y/N?”

And you can’t help but roll your eyes. “Yes, Jisung?”

“I like you,” he giggles into the hug, “I like you a lot.”

Han Jisung really is annoying.

He’s annoying because he talks too much. He’s annoying because of how he always asks for your notes after a gaming night with Felix just to nap in class. He’s annoying because he’d drop you in a heartbeat for a single slice of cheesecake from Jeongin’s mom’s bakery. He’s annoying because of how well he can get along with everyone.

Chatty, down-to-earth, easy-going with a lovable smile—attractive, very attractive.

It’s the week after that. “What...happened?”

“He lost his voice,” Jeongin sighs, looking like he genuinely wants to facepalm himself against concrete while walking with an incoherent Jisung to school; expressive hands with his mouth agape and all.

You tilt your head, “...for real?”

“For real.”

After a few seconds of eyeing Jisung struggling with converting what’s in his head, you exhale deeply and quickly rummage through your backpack, “Just stop, you look ridiculous.” And he does just that, zipping his mouth metaphorically and giving you those typical puppy eyes. “Here, use this.”

His eyes light up like stars when you rip off a page from one of your notebooks and offer it to him along with a pen. Truth is, you’re expecting something as predictable as ‘I like you’ or ‘It’s alright it’s just the worst cold I’ve ever caught’. But then, what’s displayed on the piece of paper right now only baffles you.

Park is going to murder you if he sees some uglyass tear in your Ochem notes :)

A forced grin splits your lips open. “Not if I murdered you first and then the entire school and then myself.”

The first genuine smile blossoms on his lips when you give him a mini-sized notepad and pencil the day after—his sixteenth birthday.

And Jisung decides this is it.

It happens when the sun hasn’t even come out yet and the irritating blue light from his phone reads 5:32 AM.

It happens when he sees your reclined figure leaning back against his mattress, his pupils tracing your delicate features. Perplexed emotions fill his eyes to the brim, fulfillment bursting within his chest when you stare right back at him with such purity. So pure that it seems you can do no harm to him and neither can he.

“Hey stupid,” you murmur quietly, shoving a notepad and pencil against his chest, “Happy birthday.”

Jisung gives you a bright smile, opens his mouth, and snaps it close mere moments later. Sixteenth birthday. Early in the morning. Tired grins. The fondness of being so disgustingly in love.

He can’t help but lean in and caves into the taste his soul has longed for as long as he can remember.

Two weeks have passed since Jisung has lost his voice.

Nothing has differed if you’re being completely honest. Han Jisung is still annoying. His lack of ability to speak doesn’t appear to be a problem to him at all. He loves chatting with people even though he’s more of a listener now. But with the small notepad you gave him a few days ago, being socially active is the norm for him even now.

Thanks to his rather short-period experiences of observing people’s expressions and how their features contort in certain ways when they’re feeling certain emotions, Jisung catches onto your mood more quickly during bad days to help you release your inner turmoil by scribbling down something stupid on the notepad. It’s kinda nice like this, you’d think to yourself sometimes.

Other times, you’re more scared that you might have forgotten what his voice sounds like.

“No wonder you got a fucking cold. Stop taking midnight showers already.”

You wave Jisung over when he closes the wooden door to your bedroom, droplets dripping from his hair as he scratches his stomach tiredly. His hair is a mess when he lazily crawls onto your bed, the cushion beside you dips slightly.

His index finger pointing at his post-shower head and a shit-eating grin are all you need to snatch the white towel around his neck.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” you mumble while rubbing the cotton fabric into his hair, “But you’re awfully upbeat for someone who’s lost their voice. Can’t you at least pretend to be sad about it?”

A noise of protest escapes his throat like second nature as your eyes carefully read the quick movements of his mouth. “And can you not be so mean to someone who’s lost their voice?”

A faint smirk creeps its way up to your lips. “Still like me now?”

Jisung thinks hard for a few moments before jumping out of bed to snatch his notepad from your studying area. Of course, I like you. I like you a lot. Your heartbeat momentarily spikes at his scrawny handwriting. Just when your gaze is averted away to cool the blush on your cheeks, he tugs at your sleeve again and points at a different mess of scribbles. You’re more gentle when I’m like this. And you’d always find me if I ever got into trouble. What’s there for me to be sad about?

“Annoying little shit,” you swallow your pride and let him settle his head against your chest.

His presence melts into yours during the hardest hours of the twenty-four, heartbeats on heartbeats and warmth on warmth. Your one regret is that you’re unable to register his tears that night, only the incoherent, breathless hiccups almost as to desperately call out your name.

It’s been a month since Jisung’s lost his voice. And the night when he kisses you for the second time, his notepad is long forgotten next to your pillow.

I-can’t-talk. Give-me-a-break.

Jeongin. Cheesecake. Please? Pretty please?

I’ll fucking kick you.

Wait, there’s homework?!

...so you’re telling me LMAO isn’t how French people laugh?

“This is what you’ve been doing during breaks huh…” you mumble under your breath while lazily flipping through the papers. The occasional ‘I like you’-s do pop up every two pages or so, which is more than enough to make you smile like an idiot. But that is until a peculiar paragraph yanks your attention by its neck and tosses it against a brick wall.

Mom, promise me you’re not going to cry.

He made auntie cry?!

I lost my voice for real now but it wasn’t supposed to be like that at first. I just wanted to mess with Y/N and freak her out for a day.

I’m seriously going to punch him.

She was a lot softer toward me after that, you know. I know it’s extremely selfish of me but I just can’t help being so happy. I’m sorry, mom. I really am.

Han Jisung you fucking idiot.

I was going to surprise her on my birthday by saying ‘good morning’ out loud but nothing came out. My voice was gone.

Guilt, anger, remorse take over you. You knew nothing of this. You never once questioned for a logical reason behind the loss of his voice and kept moving onward as if it’s not that big of a deal. You didn’t suspect it as a kind of prank, either. But you still care, all this time! You have been doing everything in your power as a way for both you and Jisung to treasure himself even if he can’t speak anymore.

I went to a check-up last week. Nothing came up. I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.

However, without fail, the obnoxious part of you will keep wandering back to the concept of soulmates that has been engraved so deeply into the society you’re living in. It makes no sense to you that Jisung lost his voice for no reason right before his sixteenth birthday. This explains it all now.

It’s going to be okay, mom. Because I have Y/N. I know she would come running toward my side over and over again even if she can’t hear me anymore. I really don’t know what I’d do without her in my life.

Jisung knew the penalty for being the first to exchange any words of love yet he still did it. And you were too busy overlooking that stupid pride of yours to say those three words back.

It’s getting to the point where I’m starting to forget what I used to sound like. I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.

Jisung fixes the strap of his backpack, looking up at his mom after slipping into his sneakers. She ruffles his bed head and hands him a small white box with Jeongin’s bakery’s signature logo on it.

He tilts his head in faint confusion, peering at the box of pastry in his arms.

“Give it to Y/N on the bus, okay? Her parents aren’t home right now. You know how she would always skip breakfast when they’re out of town.”

His eyes light up instantly in realization and Jisung nods, preparing to bid her farewell. Just then, his front door comes flying open. It can’t be a mere acquaintance because there are very few people other than his parents and himself who know of the spare key hidden under the welcome mat.

As Jisung turns around, he’s keenly aware of your teary eyes already trained on him. Which in hindsight, makes no sense. As a result, panic rises within the hollowness of his chest, his lips falling agape but no coherent words come out.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” his mom flinches, slightly caught off guard, “Is everything okay?”

A scowl stretches over your contorted features as you shut the door loudly. “What the hell is this?” you question, shoving the familiar notepad into his chest. “A prank? A prank?! Do you think that this is funny?”

Jisung’s frantic eyes move to read the paper and every single color on his face drains tremendously. He easily recognizes the peculiar paragraph by how much lighter the ink is compared to the rest of the messy lines because his pen was running low and his hand couldn’t stop shaking.

Your voice.

His eyes avert back to look at you. His brows furrow timidly and shaky breaths burst from his lips almost like a desperate cry for help. There’s too much he wants to say, too many things to explain, and too many questions running through his head that he can’t process what to do next. He might just overwhelm both you and himself.

I need to hear it again.

And you might not stay by his side this time.

“Okay, don’t answer me then, I guess,” you chuckle lowly, dipping your head and turning around.

Jisung grabs at your sleeve instinctively and drops the pastry box, his gaze empty and all too knowing. Sorrow glazes over his starry eyes when it starts becoming hard to breathe properly. The outlines of his lips are moving non-stop yet nothing comes following after that.

“I don’t know what you’re saying,” you rasp out and tug at his hand. Then it hits you. He’s like this because of you. Jisung lost his voice because of you.

His mom cuts into the conversation, “Y/N, you don’t understand!”

“I’m sorry, auntie,” you smile sadly and take off running into the streets.

You, in the midst of your self-loathing and guilt, allow your feet to go wherever they want as your vision spirals into a blur. A single droplet threatens to fall when a forceful hand yanks you back to reality.

It takes Jisung a moment to regain his regular breathing pace. And when he finally gets it, all he can do is call out to you with the same inaudible sounds and the same desperation in his eyes. It seems as though he’s fully aware that the prank was the stupidest, most irrational thing he’s ever done. But there’s more to the ocean within his eyes than just remorse.

“I already told you,” you clench your jaw and slap his hand away, “I don’t fucking know what you’re saying!”

A deep sigh. “Why am I mad? Of course, I’d be mad! It’s because of me that you lost your voice! It’s because I like you, too! Yet I never said it back… You lost your voice because of me! Don't you get it? Why can't you just hate me for the sake of it?!”

You miss his voice. You miss it a lot.

You want to hear it again. You want to hear him call you by your name. You want to stay up late and talk about anything to the ends of the Earth and back with him. You want him to be the obnoxious, chatty Han Jisung you've always known.

You miss how annoyingly loud he is.

“Y-Y...Y/N…!”

Jisung collapses onto his knees, a hand on concrete while the other is on his neck. His chest rises and falls unevenly, muffled noises of discomfort echoing deep down from his throat. Despite that, what you heard just now, is his voice.

“Answer me when I call your name. So I’d know that you’re still here with me.”

“I promised you, didn’t I,” you spread your arms and smile warmly, “That I’d always answer when you call my name. As long as I can still hear you, I will come running toward you over and over again. Doesn’t matter what it takes, doesn’t matter where you are.”

Jisung lifts his head and tears come rolling down on his cheeks. His throat feels swollen when he stutters with difficulties, trying to convey what’s in his head, “Y-Y/N, don’t- don’t go! Please don’t leave me...!”

“Come here,” you close your eyes with the widest grin on your lips, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Only when Jisung grows closer and throws his arms around you, sobbing into your uniform do you convince yourself that all of this isn’t a hallucination. The hug is a lot stronger than what you’d expect. First of all, you nearly fell over from the impact and your arms are pinned so tightly to your sides that you feel like your ribs are going to snap.

Everything is so overwhelming that all you can say is, “Ow.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles into your hair and loosens his arms a bit so you can loop your hands to the nape of his neck and hair.

“You’re so annoying, Han Jisung.”

He purses his lips, sniffling, “You tried to make me snap on purpose. Meanie.”

You quirk a playful brow, “Still like me now?”

“Yeah,” Jisung smiles, “A lot.”

Because he knows that he has you. Until every last star in the galaxy explodes as a supernova, Jisung has you.

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cattypatties · 3 years

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✨Crush Culture✨

Daffy was fed up, he knew that “babysitting” the Warner kids was going to be tough, but Christ had they really been one hell of nuisance, not as bad as a certain rabbit, but pretty close. The eldest, Yakko Warner had to be the one who reminded him of Bugs the most, with his smart alac mouth, and his constant prying it was probably the worst combination. As for the other two, dot only really needed to be giving enough attention and affection to satisfy her needs, and wakko was the easiest of all, he literally just wanted food, but again, all three at once was..a tornado of chaos. It had been a long day and the youngest had managed to tire themselves out, thank god, all that was left was Yakko and boy oh boy was he still as energetic as ever. Daffy at this point figured the oldest wouldn’t be too much to handle, at this rate he was a mini bugs, that wasn’t so bad right?

Wrong. So very, very, very wrong.

Yakko immediately came over and started asking questions, he even did a bit as he got dressed in a flash as a news reporter. Daffy only rolled his eyes and sat down on the sofa in defeat, he couldn’t exactly say no, cause the little runt would just keep going, so he decided to just give in. Usually people would be surprised with the Daffy’s lack of motivation to talk about himself to someone, but that was all an act, he knew cameras were filming him at all times, even behind scenes, so when he was absolutely sure no one was around, he’d just be quiet. That’s when a hand snapped in front of his face a few times as it cut his thoughts short.

“Sorry..” he mumbled as he rubbed at his tired eyes, he really did need a better sleep schedule. Yakko only huffed and started over, much to daffy’s dismay, but again..that’s what he gets for being distracted.

“Right so, first question; ‘Who’s older you or Bugs?’” He said as he held a notepad eagerly. Daffy responded quickly, not because of eagerness, but because of his annoyance.

“I’m older than Bugs, most people assume he is because of how we are on set, but nope. I’m the old pouty jerk.” At this statement, Yakko grinned and the expression he made almost made daffy regret even going along with it.

“Ok, ok, next question”- he paused for a second and snickered before continuing, “Gramps, who’s the one person on set ya enjoy working with the most?” Daffy frowned and thought for a moment before answering.

“Porky, he’s the most bearable, everyone else is either too snarky, too over the top, or just annoying to me.” At this, Yakko raised an eyebrow and shrugged it off, before going on to say something that made Daffy’s heart stop for a few seconds. “So..gramps, I know everyone on set had their fling of sorts...so, who’s yours?”

“I’m sorry, but..could you possibly repeat that?” He said, feeling a surge of anxiety running through his veins. Yakko picked up on it of course, but made no comment other than going on in more detail. “I mean, Porky has petunia, Pepe has well anyone at this point, and yknow..some are single and like to be all flirty like.,uhh Bugs, or lola, Y’know?” Daffy just swallowed and quickly looked around for more cameras, or maybe even a fellow actor, but he was alone.

Yakko now fully aware that he made Daffy beyond anxious decided to try to calm him down, he reached over and took daffy’s hand in his own and gave it a small squeeze, he had done it a million times with his sibs, and while daffy may have been older, that didn’t mean he didn’t deserve some type of affection from a friend.

“So..?” Yakko tried again, his tone a bit more gentle this time.

“It’s uh-..” Daffy began when the door had opened to reveal none other than Bugs Bunny himself. At this, Yakko looked over in awe, Bugs was his idol and he couldn’t help it if his tail started wagging, but Daffy could, he only crossed his arms and leaned further back into the sofa almost grimacing.

“Eh..sorry to interrupt, but... can I have a seat?” Daffy only rolled his eyes, but didn’t make a move to tell him to leave, so Bugs took it as his invitation to sit down. Yakko only smiled excitedly, before realizing he had gotten distracted, he quickly flushed and turned back to Daffy regaining his composure. “Sorry, um..right so about that question?” Daffy visibly cringed and spoke carefully, as he eyed Bugs. “It’s..no one” At this Yakko raised an eyebrow and leaned forward enough that Daffy couldn’t look away.

“You’re lying.” Daffy felt his lungs deflate and he stared back at him for a good five seconds before retorting a little to hastily

“What do you mean? I’m not lying, I just said it was no one!” Daffy said as he started to fidget uncomfortably, he couldn’t help it as he kept his eyes wandering, landing anywhere, but the two toons in front of him. He went so far as to start whistling and twiddle his thumbs. Yakko and Bugs looked at each other before bugs cleared his throat snapping Daffy’s attention towards him. “Daff.” He said as daffy only glanced away, “Daffy.” He repeated and said as he grabbed Daffy’s arm and held a firm yet gentle grip on it. Daffy pulled away and sighed annoyed.

“Fine, fine, I was lying, so what? Sue me.” At this, Yakko’s eyes widened as he had a revelation and he grinned, and then jumped over and sat next to Daffy holding up his hands as a picture frame and grinned even more as Daffy gawked and looked at Yakko eyes wide full of fear and anxiety as he slapped his hands down, his face beyond red at this point so much so, you could see it past the layer of his black feathers. “So..old man Daffy likes-“ Daffy stood up and slapped a hand over his mouth as yakko’s eyes were filled with delight. He groaned aloud as he muttered “I knew this was a bad idea.”

Bugs chuckled at the display as the two faced him, nearly forgetting he was there. Daffy felt his heart pump a bit faster as he sat down and cleared his throat. “S-sorry...um what’s your deal here again?”

“Eh..nothing, just wanted to check in and see how you were doing being a family man, and honestly? I’m kind of surprised, I didn’t think you’d be this good with kids Daff.” Bugs said as he gestured towards Wakko and Dot, who were tucked in and sleeping with smiles on their faces. Daffy felt himself smile a bit at the compliment and shook his head when feeling yakko’s gaze on him. “Right well, certainly wasn’t easy..especially this one.” He says as he makes a gesture towards Yakko who leans back on the couch in mock offense, he even fakes a gasp as he speaks “Excuse you! I am an angel” he says as he sprouts cartoony wings and a halo appear above him as he holds a harp, it quickly disappears as daffy continues. “He reminds me too much of you.” At this bugs grinned and leaned forward a bit eyeing daffy before teasingly adding in, “So you do think about me!”

Daffy’s eyes widened once again as he glared at Bugs watching the rabbit grin sheepishly as he waved his hands back and forth as if to say he was only kidding, Daffy’s face felt hot and that’s when yakko had pointed it out had daffy sat down immediately and took a deep breath. “Don’t flatter yourself carrot head.” Daffy said through gritted teeth “Aw, I love you too Daffy.” Bugs replied blowing a kiss his way as a cartoon heart flew over and landed right on Daffy’s mouth, his whole face turning red instantly. Yakko grinned and Bugs smiled a bit a slight blush on his face too, alothough much subtler than Daffy’s, as the Duck started freaking out and ran away only to come back his face soaked from what the two assumed to be water from the sink, imagining he dunked his head in several times.

“So, when’s the wedding?” Yakko asked smirking at Daffy as the duck only glared daggers towards him, still soaking, Bugs produced a towel and threw it at Daffy’s face as the duck graciously took it and started rubbing at his head.

“Never.” Daffy said, as he finished and threw it back at Bugs who caught it and folded it as he put it down to the side.

“Hopefully sooner than later, I really like Daffy..” Bugs said aloud as a grin made its way to his face when Daffy’s reaction had happened. “ARRGH I HATE WHEN YOU DO THAT!” he said as he quickly groaned, Bugs only smiling more, before continuing to press further “Do what, love? Just compliment you on your adorable outbursts? Or maybe when I watch you turn redder than a tomato just because of my kisses?” Daffy only buried his face deeper in his hands, hoping he’d just disappear. Bugs decided to step it up, as he walked over and sat down next to Daffy as yakko switched places and sat on the other sofa. He gently removed Daffy’s hands and cupped his face as he gave him a gentle kiss on his bill, watching as the the other literally just stared at him eyes wide, mouth open slightly as he tried to form a sentence, his face so red his feathers looked red. Bugs only smiled lovingly at the sight, he absolutely lived for the very concept of him being the only one who made Daffy act this way.

“I think someone’s got a crush” yakko stated, as daffy literally just stared at him in shock, Bugs nodded and turned to face yakko, as daffy just sat there.

“Eh, I wouldn’t be surprised, I mean he’s irresistible, but how’d you guess?” At this Yakko and Daffy literally stared at bugs before Daffy spoke up.

“...He was talking about me.” At that moment Bugs’ eyes widened ever so slightly and his ears raised more in alarm as his face turned a nice red. Yakko literally started laughing as daffy only stared at the flustered rabbit who was quickly trying to come up with something to help his case.

“Oh wow, you guys are a riot! How did you two not know about the others feelings? Why if I had been around for all of this,Jesus I’d be a swearing sailor by now!” Yakko laughed a bit louder as he wiped a few tears from his eye. Daffy only stared at bugs before quietly rethinking everything as bugs only laughed a bit in defeat.

Daffy was really tired at that point just grabbed Bugs by his chest fur and pulled him close before muttered gently “You’re despicable” as he kissed him full force just annoyed with him and glad to have him at the same time. Bugs stiffened before just going along with it, as yakko whistled.

“Goodnight everybody!” Yakko said laughing still

#animaniacs #baffy #daffy duck #bugs bunny #yakko wakko and dot #fanfic

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years

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Witness : 30

Long night, early morning

Character(s): dark!Bucky, dark!Steve, too

Masterlist

Warnings: this is a dark!fic, it contains non/dubious-consent elements. Some violence as well at the beginning. It goes without (and with) that this is 18+.

In this chapter: drunkenness, some morning sex.

Summary: The reader tries to cope with her new bonds.

Notes: Hey hey, already chapter 30! I hope you all enjoy this one. There is both a dash of plot and smut so hopefully it hits everything for you. I am so excited! Only three full chapters left and then an epilogue...we’re almost there, boo!

As usual, if you are so inclined, please reblog and or reply with your thoughts!! or even inbox me! I’m friendly. <3

I’ll see you in the next one. :)

The moving truck was a farce. Without your furniture, you really didn’t have much. No point in bringing dishes, Bucky had those. Linens; he had those too. Wall hangings and sentimental things, oh those would go to storage. You doubted you’d ever see those again. And your clothing fit nicely in a couple boxes, your laptop in its bag; one of the few possessions you were allowed to keep. He said everything else was easily replaceable. He didn’t realize that you had worked hard to collect this life as meagre as it was. As usual, he didn’t care.

You followed him in your car to his building and spent much of the night bringing up boxes before he left you to return the rental. When you were finally alone, you crossed your arms and looked around the immaculate condo. It must’ve had quite the hefty lease. You felt lost there. You didn’t belong there. He had taken from you the last vestige of your former life. The last sliver of independence. You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, your bag vibrating atop the small table just beside the elevator. You went to it and took out your phone, no messages. Your nerves piqued and you shoved your hand deeper inside, past the small hole in the lining and dug out the burner. You flipped it open; ‘Hello?’ The single text message blinked at you.

Your finger hovered over the keypad and you tried to think of what to text back. You couldn’t explain it all like this and you couldn’t chance Bucky surprising you and discovering your secret. You ran your thumb along the plastic edge and finally set to keying in your response; ‘I’m in trouble. I’ll message you when it’s bad. Can’t explain now. Be ready to leave. Love you.’ You hit send and waited for the answer; a single word: ‘Canary’. It was the safe word your mom had set when you were young to keep you from getting in cars with strangers. You sent back the arranged response; ‘Sparrow’. You waited and the phone buzzed again; ‘I love you, Y/N. Be safe.’

A tear rose and your nose tingled, you couldn’t cry. Not here. You turned the phone to silent and hid it in your purse once more. It would be foolish to chance Bucky hearing it and searching it out. You knew him; there were no boundaries, especially in his territory. You hung your purse on one of the hooks on the other side of the elevator and slipped out of your heels. They had done a number on your arches during the move. You walked tenderly to the bar and opened the mini-fridge hidden behind it. You made yourself a gin and soda, watching the bubbles rise as you rounded to the other side of the bar.

You sat down on the sofa which faced the windows, staring out at the car lights and haze of apartments along the skyline. You swigged from the gin, the cityscape blurring before you. You rose to mix another drink, reclining on the chaise as the distant noise of traffic lulled your senses. A third followed, mostly gin as you emptied the can of soda. You dozed off with the empty glass on the floor beside the couch, draped over the cushions as your mind floated over the city.

You stirred at the whoosh of elevator doors, followed by quiet footsteps. A shadow appeared before you, your eyes opening only a slit in your daze. The world was spinning and it felt rather cozy. You were lifted, resting against a broad figure as you were sat up on the sofa. You recognized Bucky’s voice before his person, your vision finally clearing enough to see. You hiccuped as you leaned heavily against him.

“You should go to bed,” He said.

“I’ll sleep here,” You slurred, trying to wriggle away from him.

“No,” He tightened his arm around your waist and lifted you to your feet. You swayed and he sighed with irritation. “I see you found the bar alright.” You giggled and he shook his head. “Maybe you should start taking it easy on the alcohol.”

“Maybe you should fuck yourself,” You uttered, the fear smothered by gin. “I don’t wanna sleep in your bed.” You tried to pull away from him but he merely forced your feet across the hardwood. “I don’t wanna be here.”

He growled but said nothing, guiding you away from the window and into the hallway. You reached out and grabbed a frame from the wall, throwing it clumsily against the other. Glass shattered as a dent was left in the drywall. “Fuck your painting.” You made to reach for another and he caught your arm. He pushed you against the wall, his hot breath seared you as he glared down at you.

“Let’s go,” He relented and dragged you to the bedroom. He sat you on the bed and started unbuttoning your blouse. You swatted him away and laid back, rolling over so that your back was to him. He huffed again but left you as you were.

“Have fun at work tomorrow,” He said dryly, “Early morning’s going to fun, isn’t it?”

“Whatever,” You grumbled into the pillow, smushing your face against it as the drowsiness returned to you. You heard his footsteps fade away from you and sunk into the mattress, reaching out to the solace of sleep. It was the only respite you had left to you.

You woke in the morning, your head heavy and a weight over your middle. You opened your eyes and reached down to move Bucky’s metal arm. Your alarm had yet to sound but you guessed it was almost due. His metal fingers flexed and he grumbled, shifting closer to you so that he was nuzzling your cheek. Your heart sank. How many mornings would you spend like this? Trapped. How many nights would you allow yourself to be debase?

Your stomach gurgled and you groaned. You felt awful. That gin had seemed a good idea at the time but now it was another regret. You had grown resilient. If anything, Bucky had given you that. You had learned to bear a lot, to carry on despite the worst. You felt a tickle along your neck, movement from your side as Bucky dragged his lips along your skin. He was kissing you again. It sparked in you a warmth, a longing for tenderness, and yet it turned your flesh to ice. You wouldn’t let him have all of you; you couldn’t.

You pushed on his arm and grumbled. “I gotta get ready for work,” Your tongue was thick and awkward. The plates of his arm tensed but released you as he fell back with a sigh. You rolled to the edge of the bed, anxious to get away before he changed his mind. As you stood your head spun and you glanced over your shoulder at him. His eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling as if he meant to go back to sleep. Better for you that he did.

You felt awful. Your stomach roiled from your lack of an evening meal and overindulgence in alcohol. Among the boxes stacked beside the elevator, you found your kit of toiletries and an outfit for the day. You crept back to the washroom, peering in the bedroom as you passed to find Bucky much the same you had left him. You entered the washroom and approached the long counter, the wall it stood against was entirely mirrors. You wondered how many angles Bucky really needed for his morning routine. Perhaps his hair was carefully set as he worked tediously for just the right brooding look. You rolled your eyes and scoffed, placing your clothing on the closed toilet lid and your zip-up bag on the counter.

You paused and looked longingly to the shower. You didn’t have enough time. You removed your blouse and skirt, hanging them over the towel bar and began your usual wake-up ritual. You brushed your teeth, washed your face, moisturized, but today you only sprayed dry shampoo in your hair and ran your fingers through it before pulling it back to hide its oiliness. You were presentable at least. You unclasped your bra and hung it with the rest of your wrinkled clothing and leaned on the counter to untangle yourself from your panties, still unsteady from your hangover.

You focused on your task, head bent and managed to unloop the lace from your ankle but quickly dropped them as you stood and found another looking back at you in the mirror. You hadn’t heard Bucky enter. He pressed himself to your back, completely naked himself, and you felt his arousal against you as his hands settled on your hips. You blanched and gripped the lip of the counter. “I don’t have time for this.”

“Shhh,” He bent and buried his nose in your neck, his metal hand remaining on your hip as his other trailed up to your breast and toyed with your nipple. “I’m leaving today. Solo mission.” He spoke into your skin, “I’ll be lonely.”

You failed to feel any sympathy for him and held back the twinkling of delight in your chest. That meant time to yourself. Away from him. Sure, you’d still be trapped in his place but it was a degree of freedom rare in your new life. His metal hand strayed down, heading for your tender spot. You tried to stop him but he waved away your fingers easily.

“Don’t be bad, now.” He warned and swallowed back a protest. Better to let him get to it so you weren’t late for work.

His other hand moved from your chest, fingers tickling your spine and pressing on your lower back so that you bent forward, your back arched as you clung to the counter. He found your clit and began to work in swirl around the sensitive bud and you closed your eyes as you tried to suppress your unbidden moans. Your body reacted quickly and you felt yourself growing slick as he explored further, cupping your sex as he pressed the head of his cock around your entrance. You bent more to accommodate him, ashamed of the instinctual motion.

He eased himself inside just an inch at a time, a long groan escaping from him until he reached his hilt. He rolled his hips, his thick cock poking at your cervix. Your legs shook as he stayed there, enjoying the warmth of your walls as they settled around him. He pulled back, keeping only his head inside of you as you opened your eyes. He was watching you in the mirror, you blinked at him as the heat spread across your face and he slammed into you. You braced the counter to keep yourself from falling forward and he thrust again, his flesh clapping loudly against you. He grabbed your elbows and drew you back so that only your hips were against the marble, holding you flush against him as your back arched painfully.

He continued to fuck you and you closed your eyes as his never left your reflection. “Look at me,” He ordered and you eyes snapped open, “Good girl.” He was breathing heavily as he pounded in and out of you. “Fuck, you’re so wet. I can feel it.” You bit your cheeks as you struggled to keep looking at him, the familiar waves rising up your thighs. You bared your teeth as you tried to hold back your orgasm and he smirked. “Go on,” He urged, “Say my name when you cum.” You shook your head and he released an arm to tangle his hand in your hair, holding your head in place, “Say it.”

Your nerves shattered and your climax burst, you cried out, your lips weakly curving in the syllables of his name. He only fucked you harder, ramming your hips painfully into the counter. “Again.” He commanded and you repeated his name. “Again.” You recited it once more, “Keep going.” He prodded and he rescinded his fingers from your hair and searched out your clit again, rubbing you as he stoked another orgasm.

You were gibbering his name as the rapture rained down on you and he grunted loudly. He hissed as you felt hot ribbons exploding inside of you, seeping out around his cock as he rode out his peak. Your chest was heaving as he let you fall forward and you caught yourself on the counter. He pulled out carefully and his come trickled down your leg. You could see his cock in the mirror as it glistened and you covered your face with your hand.

“Be good when I’m gone,” He smacked your ass, “Steve will be checking in on you.”

You swallowed, your throat tightened as he grabbed a towel and wiped away the remains of your lurid activity before retreating into the hall. You exhaled deeply and stared at yourself in the mirror, cheeks rosy, bruises forming on your hips from crashing against the marble countertop. You dreaded having Steve as your keeper but maybe you could use his desire against him.

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dimpled-gukkie · 5 years

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Second Chance Love

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Pairing: Daycare owner!Hoseok x single mom!Reader (mentions of Jungkook x reader and appearances from Jimin)

Genre: S2L, Fluff with a side of angst

Word count: 8.1k

Warnings: Death

Summary: When you first walk into Sunshine Daycare and meet an orange haired man named Jung Hoseok you don’t expect him to be anything more to you than the guy who watches your son during the day. Then day by day he weasels his way into your heart until you’re left wondering what to do. Can you really love someone when a piece of your heart still belongs to someone else?

You feel a tug on your arm and look down seeing your little three year old with a tight grip on your sleeve. You smile gently down at him before carefully removing his hand from your sleeve and holding it instead. You can tell he’s apprehensive to enter the daycare center that looms over you both and crouch down to be eye level with him. “What’s wrong Kai?” You ask noticing his glossy eyes upon further inspection.

“I don’t want to go in.” His voice is soft, barely a whisper, and nearly gets lost amongst his sniffles.

“Aww bunny I’m sorry. I’d love to go home too but Mommy has to go to work.” You gently smooth down his hair and bring him into a tight hug. He nestles his head into your neck, his large round glasses cool against your skin. Gently rubbing his back you quietly shush him, holding him close until you no longer hear his sniffles. “I put a special surprise in your lunch you know. But you can only open it if you promise me to go inside and try to have fun.” Kai clutches onto you tighter before taking a big breath and pulling away.

“Okay.” He pouts and in response you kiss all over his face until he starts giggling.

“It was your daddy’s favorite.” You wink causing his distinct bunny grin to grow even wider.

“Can we see daddy later today?” Your heart wrenches a bit at the thought but you hid it behind a bright smile.

“Sure thing bun. Now come on, your new friends are waiting.”

The inside of the daycare center is bright, the walls splattered in color. One of them even has a forest scene with little animals scattered about it. Over the counter you can see and hear children running and screaming, which makes Kai clutch onto your hand even tighter. Picking him up, you place him on your hip so he can see over the barrier. “See they’re just playing. You have nothing to worry about.” Kai watches with pursed lips, carefully observing the children before him. His eyes grow wide and his mouth opens as he notices a little girl sitting against the wall by herself watching the other children play. When she looks his way after feeling his stare, he quickly turns his head and hides in your shoulder. “Maybe you should go say hi to her.” You suggest struggling to hide the giggle that your son may be developing a little crush.

Before you could tease him, a man with bright orange hair emerges from out of seemingly nowhere with two children hanging off his arms. “Hi I’m Hoseok.” He smiles before stretching out a hand. The child is still limply hanging off his arm and you wonder how strong this guy really must be since your arm gets sore just from holding up your straightener and curling iron. The man’s smile drops and only then do you realize you’ve been blankly staring at him.

“Oh I’m sorry.” You awkwardly laugh, grabbing onto his hand to shake it. “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.”

“And what’s your name little man?” Kai worriedly looks at you with wide doe eyes.

“It’s okay to tell him your name. He’s not a stranger.” He looks at Hoseok again with pursed lips before mumbling out, “Kai.”

“Nice to meet you Kai.” Hoseok smiles before extending a hand towards your son who gingerly takes it. “I like your backpack. Do you like superheroes?” Kai nods eagerly and points towards his Iron Man backpack.

“He’s my favorite.”

“Well if you want to come inside we have some Iron Man toys you could play with.”

“Is that okay Mommy?” Kai asks turning back towards you. Nodding you set him down before kissing him once on the crown of his head and then once on each cheek.

“Be good for me today okay? I’ll be back in a bit to pick you up.” Kai eagerly nods before dashing behind the gate Hoseok had opened. You watch after him with sad eyes before he turns around and runs back. Gripping your legs in a tight embrace he mumbles out an I love you before dashing over to the toy box.

“So what time will you be here to pick him up?” Hoseok asks, stealing your attention away from your son.

“I get off at 5 so probably around 5:15 or so. Does that work for you?” Hoseok nods.

“Well I guess I’ll be on my way then. Thanks again Hoseok. Bye bun!” You wave before turning towards the door, dreading each step that takes you further from the light of your life.

When you get to your desk your coworkers are already sitting in the chairs across with cups of coffee in their hands. “One caramel macchiato for you.” Jennie smiles before handing over the cup. You smile gratefully and take a sip, glad to have something to energize you for the long say ahead. “How’s Kai?” Lisa asks.

“He’s good. He was a little upset at having to go to daycare at first, but after he found out there were Iron Man action figures he was excited.” You and the girls giggle.

“Do you have any pictures? It’s been a while since I’ve seen him since you’ve been so busy with the move and all.”

“Here’s what he wore today.” Handing over you phone Lisa and Jennie immediately coo.

“You put him in little overalls?”

“And a little striped long sleeve?”

“Aww look at his little glasses!”

“He picked it out himself actually.” You chime in.

“Really? Seems like an odd choice for a little boy.” Both Lisa and Jennie have confused looks on their faces.

“When we were packing for the move he.. um he saw a photo of his dad wearing the same outfit. He wanted to look like him on his big day.” Turning your laptop monitor around you show them your background photo. Jungkook is sitting on the floor of your first apartment clad in blue denim overalls and a black and white stripped shirt. Large circular glasses frame his face along with parted hair to show off his forehead. He’s grinning up at the camera, at you, his smile the exact same as your son. The girls eyes flicker from your phone to your desktop before resting back on you.

“Wow umm… I knew he looked like his dad but the resemblance is uncanny.” Lisa adds. It sounds like she’s trying to walk on egg shells.

“Yeah. Kai is basically a mini kookie.” Your eyes begin to water and you turn your head away not wanting to taint either image with your sadness. Jennie leans over you desk and gives your arm a comforting squeeze. “Sorry I just.. um seeing them both side by side but not together just.. reminds me that he’s not here.”

Jennie stands up and gives you a hug perching herself on the arm of your chair. “You don’t have to apologize for being sad. It’s okay to not be okay.”

“I just don’t like crying in front of people. Plus you were happy before-“

“It’s not your fault. You’re allowed to feel things other than happiness. You’ve been through a lot.” You smile gratefully when though it wavers a bit due to your mixed emotions. You don’t know what you would’ve done without Lisa and Jennie. If it wasn’t for them you don’t think you could’ve survived the heartbreak. For a while they were the only two you felt you could confide in.

You nearly sprint into the daycare after work, excited to see your little baby. With the move from your old house to new apartment you had taken a week off work, which allowed you to spend every day with him, you had forgotten how awful it felt to be apart. Throwing the door open you slow your jog into a walk and smile awkwardly at Hoseok who definitely saw you running towards the door. “Kai your mom is here.” He calls and your son squeals before running for the gate.

“Mommy! Mommy! I missed you.” He screams and your eyes start to water.

“Hi bunny.” You pick him up and carry him over the gate. He snuggles into your neck, arms wrapped tightly around you, while you hold him close. You kiss his head before turning back to Hoseok with Kai still in your arms. “Thank you for watching him. I hope he wasn’t much trouble.”

A heart shaped smile appears on Hoseok’s face and he looks at Kai fondly. “Nope. He was actually quite the little helper.” Your chest swells with pride and you can’t help but smile. That’s your boy. “Well, I’ll see you again tomorrow?”

“I’ll be here.” He smiles and waves before turning back towards the other children.

Carrying Kai to the car, you carefully put him in the seat and double check that all the buckles are secure. Then you back out of the parking lot and merge onto the highway,. “Mommy we’re still going to visit daddy right?” You had completely forgotten your promise and swallow hard after remembering the episode from earlier today.

“Yeah we can.” You look at him through the rearview mirror and he’s dancing in excitement.

“Good. I want to tell him about school today.”

“So you’ll tell daddy but not me?”

“I want to tell you both together. Like a family.” You swear you can hear your heart shatter and hit the floor like broken glass. You don’t say anything the rest of the drive to Jungkook, tears rolling down your face. When you pull into a parking spot you wipe your face hastily, trying to hide any remnants of your sadness. Stepping out of the car, you take a deep breath before walking around to Kai’s side and unbuckling him. He clutches tightly onto your hand, almost like he knows you’re not okay, and leads you the whole way. He has a skip in his step since he doesn’t truly understand the seriousness of the situation and you find yourself struggling to keep up with your heavy ones. You just want to go home, but you’re doing this for Kai, for him.

Almost too soon you’re standing in front of a headstone with Jeon Jungkook carved menacingly into it.

Kai sits down across from it and beckons you to join him, which you do so reluctantly. “Hi daddy!” He cheers before looking at you expectantly.

“Hey kookie.” You mumble plucking at the grass in front of you. Even though it’s been three years, coming back here reminds you of the day of his funeral. It makes you remember that he’s really gone and there’s no chance of him coming back. Kai doesn’t understand this though, he only thinks this is a place you go to when you want to feel close to someone you love. He doesn’t fully understand that he’ll never see his father in person.

“I went to school today. I met a girl there named Yoonji and she’s really nice. She’s quiet too and we just played Superheroes together. My teacher is nice. He said to call him Hobi. I think he wants to be mommy’s friend because he watched her leave this morning.” Before you can question Kai about Hoseok he continues one. “ Do you like my outfit? Mommy showed me a picture of you and I wanted to look like you. Mommy says we’re identical. Daddy won’t you come home soon? I miss you. Mommy misses you.” You don’t know how much more you can take of this. You’re not sure how much longer you can pretend that Jungkook is still there When you had the house you could pretend, you could hide amongst the memories decorating the house like paintings.

“Kai are you ready to go?” You ask. You’ve been sitting in silence for a few minutes now. He nods before taking your hand and “helping” you up. You’re about halfway back to your car before he lets go of your hand and dashes into the other direction. “Kai!” You yell chasing him down. His little legs move surprisingly fast and you only manage to catch up with him at Junkook’s headstone catching the last of his words to his father. “-come home. Mommy cries for you in her sleep.” Your throat constricts and you find it hard to breathe. You didn’t know you still did that. You especially didn’t know your son could hear it.

That night you find yourself struggling to sleep. After finding out you still cry over Jungkook you don’t want to subject your son to that anymore. You toss and turn for most of the night, falling asleep a little after 3 am.

Your alarm startles you at 6 am, and you sigh at the realization that you’ll have to get through a whole day on three hours of sleep. Groaning, you groggily get both yourself and Kai ready. It’s getting cold outside so you put him in jeans, a grey hoodie, and little timberlands. It’s definitely not as fashionable as yesterday but Kai’s happy so it doesn’t matter. Plus it only slightly screams Jungkook which makes it easier for you to bare.

Driving to the daycare center you both are quiet as Kai sleeps in his carseat and you simply just listen to the music playing on the radio. You’re only a few minutes away when So Far Away by Agust D comes on the radio. Out of shock you take your foot off the gas but quickly place it back on. The last time you heard this song was the day before the accident. You can almost hear Jungkook singing along to the song and hitting all the high notes, leaving you to rap Agust D’s parts. You can’t help but glance over to the passenger seat, the memory feeling all too real.

“Kai,” You gently shake him awake. “Bunny, it’s time to get up.” He groans and shifts away from you mumbling something incoherent. “Come on baby.” Unbuckling him, you cradle him to your chest and carry him inside the daycare. Again Hoseok is there with a bright smile on his face. He’s clearly a morning person.

“Morning.” He smiles. “Is he not a morning person?” Hoseok jokes gesturing towards Kai who has fallen back asleep in your arms.

“Yeah he takes after me.” Hoseok laughs before opening the gate. “You can lay him down in the nap area if you want. Seems like the little guy could use a bit more sleep.”

“Thanks.” Laying Kai down you give him a kiss on the forehead before walking back towards the front. “I’ll see you the same time as yesterday?”

“I’ll be here.”

That afternoon your long time friend Jimin comes to meet you for lunch. You had met him when you first met Jungkook back in your freshman year at University. They had been best friends since they’d moved to Seoul back in middle school and were practically inseparable. When you and Jungkook got together, the duo quickly became a trio and you all did everything together.

You laugh as you watch every head turn as Jimin walks through your office floor to get to your desk. Your office is situated in the back corner and you have to pass a lot of people to get to it. You know Jimin is quite attractive, but it never ceases to amaze you how he can turn every head in the room. Your computer dings just before you shut it off and it’s an Instant Message from Jennie.

Jennie: You didn’t tell me Jimin was coming today. I look like crap bdufrfr

You chuckle before shooting her a wink while she glares at you through your office window. Jimin finally makes it into your office and gives you a big hug. “Hi Jiminie.” He squeezes you tight before letting go.

“Hi. I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too. I’ve just been so busy with the move and finding a daycare for Kai. Speaking of which he keeps telling me he misses Uncle Jimin.” Jimin giggles, his eye smile making an appearance.

“Well Uncle Jimin misses him too. What daycare did you end up choosing by the way?”

“Oh there’s one about 15 minutes from here. It’s called Sunshine Daycare.”

“Oh! My friend Hoseok owns the place.” That would explain why he always looks so happy there. You both head out of the office and down towards the local ramen place.

“You’re really killing my self-esteem here Jiminie.” You tease.

“How so?”

“Do you not notice that literally everyone turns to look at you?” A bright blush graces his cheeks and he shyly smiles while running a hand through his hair.

“I try not to acknowledge it. It’s embarrassing.” He mumbles, toying with the hem of his suit jacket.

“Aww my little mochi. Embrace your looks bub, not everyone has the face of an angel.” You pinch his cheeks which makes him blush even harder.

“Shut up.” He laughs, shoving you away. You push him back in return and that begins a war. The whole way you’re walking to the ramen place you both try to push each other into things. Whether that be plants, fire hydrants, lamp posts, really anything mildly embarrassing to run into in public.

Walking into the restaurant, you’re plucking leaves off your pants with Jimin clinging onto you in laughter. You thought the game had ended when the restaurant was only a few feet away but Jimin decided to get the last laugh and push you into a nearby bush. You spend the next hour talking and chatting about anything and everything. You talk about Kai, work, friends, and finally romance, or lack thereof. “When was the last time you went out with friends?” Jimin asks. By the look on his face, he is growing concerned with your lack of a social life.

“I think maybe once in the past three years back when Kai was smaller. I just haven’t had the time. Plus I’m always exhausted when I come home and would much rather spend the night watching movies with him than have creepy old men hit on me all night.” Jimin sighs at your response.

“This weekend we’re going out. I’m sure Jennie or Lisa would be willing to watch him.”

“But I don’t want to.’ You whine.

“You don’t want to or you’re scared to? Look, I know it’s hard without Jungkook but it’s been three years. I’m not trying to pressure you into a relationship but I think it would help you to open up to someone new. Besides, Jungkook wouldn’t want you to become the sad cat lady.” You let Jimin’s words sink in before nodding. Maybe this will do you some good. Maybe meeting people who don’t know you’re a single, widowed mother will help you relax. You can pretend that you’re not missing a piece of you for a night.

“I guess I’ll go.” Jimin pulls you into a big hug and kisses your head.

“You won’t regret it.”

Four days later and you’re sitting at a booth in a club watching Jimin break a sweat on the dance floor. Being involved in dance his whole life, he fluidly moves to the beat and attracts a crowd within seconds. When he catches your gaze he smiles at you before gesturing for you to come over. Shaking your head you turn away and look back down at your drink. You don’t mean to be a buzzkill, it just doesn’t feel the same without Jungkook. Back in your college days, you, Jimin, and Kook would go to the club all the time. It was a great way for the boys to burn off their endless energy and it always let you loosen up. The only dance partner you’d ever had though was Jungkook and dancing with someone who’s not him feels wrong. He’s not physically here anymore but you still feel like you’re married to him. Even though you technically can never cheat on him, the thought of someone else touching you feels wrong. Maybe it’s also the fact that you have your wedding rings on a chain necklace that’s tied around your neck.

Across the way you feel someone staring and anxiously tug the rings back and forth in your hand. This was a bad idea, you shouldn’t have come. Glancing through the corner of your vision you can see an older guy stand up and make his way towards your booth. Maybe if you leave now you can make it to Jimin. The crowd around him however is too large and you’d rather be in sight in case anything happens than lost amongst a crowd of people. You chew your lip in nervousness and take your phone out of your clutch just in case. You’re most likely being overdramatic but without someone to come to your rescue you feel vulnerable. The man finally makes it to the front of your table and you can’t tell whether you feel more relieved or scared. “Hey sweetheart.” He smiles and you scrunch your nose. This mad had to be at least forty-five years old.

“Hi.” You fight the urge to smile politely knowing that if you do he’ll decide to sit with you. You try and appear as disinterested as possible and swirl your drink with your straw.

“What’s a pretty girl like you sitting all alone?” Could this guy be any less original?

“I’m not alone. My friend is getting a drink at the bar.”

“Well if she’s half as pretty as you, it’ll be a good night.”

“Yeah, Jimin is quite attractive. I’m sure he’d love to meet you.” You hope he can hear the sarcasm in the last part. The man’s eyes widen when he picks up that you’re with a guy.

“Jimin huh? How about you be with a real man and not some little boy.” Before you can even get a word out, someone slips into your booth and sits next to you, sliding their arm around your shoulders. You immediately tense and look over but relax when you realize it’s only Hoseok. He owns a daycare, he really can’t be that bad.

“A real man wouldn’t be hitting on girls in their twenties when they’re married.” Hoseok spits out and your eyes widen. He gives the older man a wry grin before pulling you closer. “Besides she’s already taken. I suggest you head home to your wife though, she’s probably looking for you.” The amount of dominance in Hoseok’s tone and expression makes you shiver and the creepy man slinks away. As soon as he’s gone Hoseok relaxes and takes his arm off of you. His gentle smile returns back onto his face and you’re left wondering how someone can have so much duality. “Sorry about that. Figured he probably wouldn’t leave you alone unless you were taken.” You can only nod in response, too stunned by the rapid change in demeanor.

The both of you fall silent and take each other in. His orange hair is parted in the middle and he’s wearing wearing all black. Tight pants show off his muscular thighs and the leather jacket he’s wearing gives him an edgier vibe. It’s a complete three-sixty from the man with messy hair and colorful sweaters who runs the daycare. You end up staring a little too long and look away blushing when he coughs. You’re not sure what’s gotten into you, maybe the alcohol has finally set in, but you feel quite warm and have butterflies in your stomach. You take a drink to busy yourself in the awkward silence before Hoseok speaks. “Do you want to go dance?”

“I uh-I’ve never danced with someone besides my husband.” Hoseok’s eyes widen and his cheeks turn red.

“Right! You’re married, my bad. I thought I hadn’t seen you wear a ring but I must’ve-“

“No no. My husband, he um… passed away a few years ago.” Again you pull at the rings and drag them across the chain.

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Yeah. He was actually Jimin’s best friend.”

“Oh, Jungkook. Yeah, after the accident I remember Jimin calling me and he stayed at my house for a week. From what I hear he was a great guy.” Maybe Jimin was right. Talking to someone about Jungkook who didn’t know him feels easier. Like they aren’t judging you based on what you say from their own experiences with him.

“He was. He’s just like Kai. They even look identical too. Sometimes I wonder if there’s even a little me in there at all.” You laugh humorlessly and Hoseok puts a hand on your shoulder.

“There is. I mean you’re both not morning people right?” His heart smile appears when you laugh and you can’t help but notice his little dimples.

“Yeah. Jungkook wished sleep didn’t exist, so I guess that does come from me.”

“Even if he doesn’t resemble you a lot, he really loves you. He talks about you all the time both to me and the other kids.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Just the other day he was bragging about how good of a baker you are and how you are better than everyone else.” A blush lightly dusts your cheeks and you put your head in your hands.

“I’m not even that good.”

“Kai begs to differ. But if you want an honest opinion you can always bake me something.” You turn your head to glance up at him.

“Is this your way of getting free food?”

“When you put it like that it sounds bad.”

The next Monday you’re putting home-made cookies into a tin while getting Kai ready for school. Today he’s in a white shirt, denim jacket, black joggers, and a blue beanie. He had seen another picture of Jungkook last night while you were unpacking and wanted to look like him again. It still hurt you a little, but the pain was lesser because it was something that wasn’t directly related to Jungkook. Anyone could wear that outfit. But maybe it also had something to do with an orange haired daycare owner with a cute heart smile.

When you arrive at the daycare you’re already smiling, anticipating seeing him again. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt so giddy and a part of you feels guilty for your reason why. Jimin’s words from your lunch date ring in your head, “Jungkook wouldn’t want you to become the sad cat lady.” Jimin’s right. You shouldn’t feel guilty for developing a crush on someone. Jungkook will always be your first and greatest love, that will never change, but that doesn’t mean you can’t find another person to share your life with. You walk in confidently, a hand held in Kai’s with the tin in the other, and strut over to Hoseok. Now’s your chance, you can do this. Hoseok smiles when he sees you both from across the room and hurries over while your heart hammers in your chest. “I uh- brought you cookies. For that umm… honest opinion on my baking.” You smile shyly and practically shove the tin into his arms.

“Oh! I didn’t think you’d actually make me something. I guess that works out then since I got you this.” He slides an iced coffee over the gate towards you and you can’t help but smile. “I know you’re not a morning person, but I thought this might help.”

“You really didn’t have to.” You smile but take it anyways.

“I know. I wanted to.” He scratches the back of his neck, a blush painting itself across his cheeks.

“Thank you Hoseok.” Kai looks between you both confusedly.

“Mommy aren’t you going to give him a kiss?” Both yours and Hoseok’s faces flush red and you’re sure your eyes are as wide as saucers.

“Why would I do that bun?”

“You always give me a kiss on the cheek when you say thank you.” His eyes are filled with innocent wonder and you’re not sure what to do. You could make your move and kiss Hoseok on the cheek but what if he doesn’t like you? What if he was only getting you a coffee because he wants to be friends? Maybe you misinterpreted everything, you’ve been out of the game for a while.

“Umm… special boys get kisses.” Your voice is quiet, you’d much rather prefer to just run out of the daycare without answering Kai’s question. You turn back to Hoseok though and swear he’s almost frowning. “Not that you’re not special or anything but we don’t know each other and that’d be weird and I just-I have to go.” Giving Kai a kiss on his head, you carry him over the gate and then dash out with your coffee in your hand. “Thanks again! See you later.” You call over your shoulder.

“I’ll be here.” Is the last thing you hear.

That evening when you go to pick up Kai you’re bouncing your leg up and down in anticipation. The awkwardness from earlier has been replaying in your head all day and you can only hope Hoseok forgot about this morning. Hesitantly you walk towards the door, a complete contrast from this morning, and come face to face with Hoseok himself. He’s leaning against the counter munching on one of your cookies as Kai runs around with an Iron Man figurine. The other children are all gone and you check your watch. You came at the same time as always, where is everyone else? “Where is everyone?” You interrupt Hoseok mid chew and he quickly swallows the remnants in his mouth but crumbs still cling to the corners of his lips.

“They’ve been picked up already.” You nod and walk over towards him, snatching one of the few cookies left in the tin. Taking a bite you can’t help but groan. Maybe you really are a good baker.

“Weird that Kai’s the last one. Normally there’s still a few kids here when I come to get him.” Hoseok gives a sheepish smile.

“We actually closed at 3 today.”

“You did?! Hoseok I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.’ Your cheeks flush for what feels like the millionth time today as guilt washes over you. If only you hadn’t freaked out then he could’ve reminded you and wouldn’t be stuck here waiting.

“It’s alright. I don’t mind hanging out with Kai. He’s a pretty cool little dude.”

“You should’ve called me though. I could’ve come early to get him.”

“It’s alright. Besides you made me these cookies so we’re even.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works since you also bought me coffee this morning.”

“Well if you really want to be even you can make me another batch of cookies.”

“They’re that good huh?” You tease. Hoseok only smiles before dramatically taking another bite. Kai only just now seems to take notice of your presence and runs over to the gate. “Mommy, mommy! Will you play Iron Man with me and Hobi?”

“Bunny, we have to go. Hoseok is busy and we’ve overstayed our welcome. Come on, we can play Iron Man when we get home.” Kai’s eyes water and his lower lip starts to tremble. Oh no, he’s going to throw a fit. “Come on bunny it’s not that bad. Hoseok just has something to do and can’t play today. We’ll do it some other time okay?” He simply stares up at you with big doe eyes, quietly sniffling. Sighing, you scoop him up into your arms and cradle him into your chest. Rubbing his back, you quietly shush him as he clings onto you.

Turning back to Hoseok he rubs his eyes before mumbling, “Promise?” Hoseok only smiles and extends a pinky out towards your son.

“Promise.” He says when they link pinkies. Your heart swells at this small interaction and you’re so happy you don’t know what to do with yourself. The fact that him and Kai are getting along so well really pulls at your heart strings.

“We’ll see you tomorrow Hoseok. Any different closing time I should be aware of?”

“Nope.” You’re almost out the door before he calls out to you again. “Y/n?” You turn to face him. holding the door open with your hip. “Call me Hobi.”

That week Hobi brings you a coffee every morning and in return you bring him baked goods. It varies between cookies, muffins, or brownies, really whatever you have in your fridge. Hobi complains of you ruining his diet each morning, but if the chocolate crumbs on the sides of Kai’s mouth are anything to go by, he’s sharing your gooey creations with the children. You had both forgotten about the promise made to Kai earlier until Friday evening when he brings it up again. “Can we play Iron Man now mommy? I’ve been waiting all week.”

“If Hobi is okay with it.” Kai whips out his best puppy dog look in response and you can already see Hobi’s resolve crumbling, not that you thought he was going to say no in the first place.

“Sure thing little man.” He ruffles Kai’s hair before opening the gate for you to step into the child’s area. Kai immediately runs over to the toy box and takes out three Iron Man figures. He gives each of you one before taking off around the room running and jumping with his little figurine. Both you and Hobi look at one another and shrug before taking off after him and making all sorts of sound effects. At one point Hobi picks him up and jogs around while Kai pretends he’s flying. You’re all in fits of giggles before Kai turns to you.

“Hobi! Hobi, make mommy fly!”

“Bunny mommy’s probably too heav-“ Before you can finish your sentence you’re thrown over Hobi’s shoulder and he straightens out your legs so you’re almost in a plank position. You grip onto his shoulders in fear of falling and the room fills with Hobi and Kai’s giggles.

“Mommy you’re flying! Spread out your arms mommy!” Your grip on Hobi’s shoulders tightens and he chuckles.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Carefully you stretch out your arms for a short moment to appease your son, before clutching back onto Hobi’s shoulders.

“Okay, I’d like to land now.” Hobi begins to lower you while slowing down but somehow you end up tangling your legs with his during your descent which sends you both sprawling onto the floor. You land with an oomph and somehow Hobi manages to catch himself by landing on his forearms. He hovers above you and you both just stare at one another, waiting for the other to make the first move.

“Are you okay?” Hobi asks lowly, his voice much raspier. His breath gently fans your face and you find yourself watching his mouth move. If you raise your head only a few inches your lips can meet his.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Are you?” His eyes trace your mouth movements and you can feel him inch closer centimeter by centimeter. Your eyes begin to flutter closed except a sudden weight on top of your chest makes you reopen them. You struggle to breath with both Hobi and Kai’s full weight on top of you. “Bunny,” You wheeze. “Mommy needs you to get off. I can’t really breathe right now.” Both boys scramble off of you and flop down onto the floor instead, panting softly. Pulling out your phone from your pocket you check the time and realize that it’s been an hour. “Oh Hobi I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize we’ve been here for an hour.” Standing up, you stick out a hand to help Hobi as well. He holds onto your hand though even after he’s standing making you flustered.

“No big deal. Besides I was wondering if maybe you both wanted to go out to eat or something? It is dinner time after all.” Kai bounces excitedly and clings onto your other hand.

“Can we? Please!” A fond smile on your face, you nod which makes both boys squeal. Why does it feel like you’ve taken on two toddlers? Kai hurriedly leads you both out the door and impatiently waits for Hobi to lock up. “Old people are slow.” He complains and you and Hobi both gasp, placing your hands over your hearts for dramatic effect.

“Are you calling me old? I’m only twenty-eight.” You cry which makes Kai giggle.

“And I’m only thirty!” Turning to Hobi you scrunch your nose.

“Oh. You really are old then.” His expression turns serious and you bolt down the street with Kai running besides you as Hobi chases you down. Your laughter bounces off the buildings surrounding you as you make your way to the Ramen place down the street. It doesn’t take long for Hobi to catch you, and he wraps his arms around both you and Kai, effectively bringing you both to a stop.

“Who’s the old one now?” He pants with a large smile.

“Still you old man. You can’t even run 20 feet down the block without getting winded.” Hobi shoots you a glare which just makes you laugh even harder. You’ve never been so glad that you’re always the young one in the friend group.

“You know, when I talk to Jimin about you he always mentions that you’re so sweet. Am I missing something?”

“You talk about me to Jimin?” You’re standing in the middle of the sidewalk and people huff as they walk around you. Normally you’d be embarrassed, but this is much more important. Hobi’s ears begin to turn red as he looks away bashfully.

“Sometimes. After the umm… night at the club.”

“Club? I want to go to a club!” You have to hand it to your son. Somehow he manages to always interrupt right before pivotal moments.

“One day bunny. One day.” You gently pat his head. “Now come on, I’m sure we’re all hungry.” The next hour and a half is spent at a small table in the corner of the ramen place laughing, chatting. It almost feels like you all have been together forever, like you’re almost a little family. The thought nearly makes you choke on your last mouthful of noodles and Hobi is by your side in a second, rubbing your back comfortingly. When the coughing subsides and you’re slowly sipping on your water he sits back down across from you.

“You okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine.” You’re really not fine. Guilt is eating its way through your chest leaving you bare once again. Your heart that was steadily growing warmer is now frozen and cold, barren of any love except for that for your son. You chide yourself mentally for thinking you could be a family. Jungkook should be here. Jungkook should be the one to complete your family. He’s the only one that can complete your family. It takes everything in you not to stand up and run away. Hoseok doesn’t deserve that after everything he’s done for you and Kai. When the check finally comes, you grab it before he can and hastily throw in some cash. “It’s nearly Kai’s bedtime. Thanks again Hoseok. See you on Monday.” You’re in such a hurry you miss the hurt flashing across Hoseok’s face.

“I’ll be there.” He whispers sadly.

The following Monday you arrive at the daycare with no treats in hand. Casually you walk inside even though your stomach is flooded with butterflies. Looking at Hoseok makes you feel guilty, both to him and Jungkook. Hoseok deserves someone better, someone who can give him their whole heart. Someone who can love him as much as you loved Jungkook. He deserves something other then secondhand love. Hoseok immediately runs over to the counter when he spots you and Kai, handing over a vanilla iced latte. He had learned your order after a couple tries of hit or miss. “Thanks Hoseok, you really didn’t need to.” You can’t find it in yourself to look at him, too afraid to catch the disappointment in his eyes. It’s better to end this now, for him only to hurt a little if at all, then let this turn into something he’ll regret. Giving Kai a kiss on the cheek you walk him to the open gate and wave goodbye as he runs towards Yoonji. “I’ll see you later Hoseok.”

Walking out the door you only hear, “I’ll be here.” You completely miss his small “call me Hobi” at the end.

That evening you send Jennie to pick up Kai from daycare, unable to see Hoseok again for the day. You’re so distraught that you only realize you’ve driven to the cemetery when you’re met by the sea of graves. You stare out into them for a few minutes before deciding you needed to talk to Jungkook. You’d never been here on your own, only coming when Kai wanted to, and it gives you an eerie vibe. It’s hard to accept that the love of your life lives here now. When you finally get to his headstone, you sit down across from it plucking at the grass. “Hey Kookie,” You sniffle. “Sorry Kai’s not here this time. It’s just me.” You can’t help but wait for a response and laugh humorlessly when you don’t receive one.

“Right. So anyways I wasn’t planning on coming but here I am. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore Kookie. I used to always have you when I was unsure of what direction to take but now that you… you’re gone I’m wandering aimlessly. I’ve lost my compass and the only thing I have left is the feeling of home. You’re my home, but I can’t reach you. Not for a while anyways. But what if I’m beginning to find a new home? Will you be disappointed in me? I wish you were here, that you could tell me what I’m doing wrong.” You sit in silence and look around waiting for an answer only to receive none. There’s no sudden gust of wind, no leaves falling from the nearby tree in a suspicious pattern, there’s just silence. Standing up you look at the grave before pressing a kiss to the headstone. “I love you Jungkook. No matter what happens you’ll always be my first love.” With that you walk back to your car and drive home to your son.

The next few weeks pass by, each one as dull and grey as the next. Hoseok continues to bring you a coffee every morning, even when you tell him each time he really doesn’t need to, and you’ve stopped bringing him treats. It feels too domestic now, too much like the family you and Jungkook dreamed of. Jimin stops by a month after you’ve stopped interacting with Hoseok in a more personal manner. He enters your office with a frown etched onto his face and closes the door behind him. Sitting down in the chair in front of you desk and crossing one leg over the other, he leans back in the chair. “Talk to me.”

“What?” You have a hunch at what he’s referencing but won’t admit it.

“Stop pretending you don’t know what I’m talking about. Tell me why you ghosted Hobi.” You gulp at hearing the endearing nickname, the memories of a few weeks ago resurfacing.

“We… we got too close.”

“Did he pressure you into anything?” Jimin’s eyebrows furrow and he begins to get out of his seat in anger but you quickly gesture for him to stay put.

“No. I guess I freaked myself out. We were hanging out, me, him, and Kai, one day after daycare and we played Iron Man and went out to eat and it felt too real. It felt like we could be a family and then I just kept thinking of Jungkook. We were supposed to be a family. It feels wrong to be a family with someone else. It feels like I’m cheating him out of our dream.” Jimin doesn’t say anything after your spell and just nods sympathetically.

“Jungkook dreamed of Kai having a family. I think under these circumstances he’d understand. When you were pregnant with Kai all he’d talk about is how he wanted you both to be happy and healthy.”

“But would he want us to be happy if not with him?” Jimin rolls his eyes and gives you a stern look.

“Stop trying to come up with excuses for your feelings. We both know Jungkook would want you both to be happy regardless of whether or not he was in the picture. The real issue is that you’ve started to develop feelings for Hoseok and you’re scared. Am I right?”

“No,” You grumble like a child that was just scolded. “I feel guilty. I can’t love him like he wants. Like he deserves. A part of me will always belong to Jungkook, a part of me is with him right now back at the cemetery. Hoseok deserves someone who can love him wholeheartedly. Someone who won’t always have the ache of losing a significant other.”

“This isn’t a matter of what he deserves Y/N. This is a matter of you wanting him and him wanting you but you’re too afraid to act on it. You’re using Jungkook as a scapegoat for not going for it and that’s something I know he wouldn’t want.” Putting your head in your hands, you catch the fall of tears. Jimin is right. Right about everything. You didn’t mean for it to turn out like this, it’s just easier to hide from your feelings. To pretend that they don’t exist because it protects you from any pain.

That night you march down to Sunshine Daycare as determined as ever. You’re not going to let yourself chicken out this time. Armed with a cake from a nearby bakery to make up for the lack of sugary treats, you march over to Hobi who is leaning against the counter. For the first time since you’ve met him, he doesn’t greet you with a smile and you can feel yourself deflating. You’ve turned the sunshine at Sunshine Daycare into a dull ray of sunlight obscured by clouds. “I um.. I brought you a treat.” Shyly you slide the package onto the counter and watch nervously as he inspects the contents. A smile breaks onto his face as he reads the message sprawled across in cursive icing.

“Bet you got some weird looks when you ordered that.”

“Yeah. Surprisingly getting, I’m sorry for being an umm… bootyhole piped onto a cake isn’t common.” He chuckles before stepping out from behind the counter. Glancing over to the kid area, it’s only just Kai again and you sigh. “Close early again?”

“Yeah.” He chuckles and you drag a hand across your face.

“I can’t do anything right. I can’t read schedules for the daycare, can’t confess my feelings, can’t-“

“Confess?” Hobi interrupts and your eyes widen in realization.

“Surprise?” You offer lamely. “I like you. Well actually I think I’m falling in love with you.” Rushing out the last part you wring your hands together in nervousness. Silence fills the daycare, even Kai stills, and you immediately begin backtracking. “I mean I understand if you don’t like me or want to date a widow. Not that I think you’re shallow enough to not want to date me solely because I’m a widow but I know I haven’t-"

“Y/N. I’m falling for you too.” The world seems to stop and you’re not really sure what to do. The last time you said I love you for the first time, you were already in a committed relationship. How do people do this when they’re not together?

“So what do we do now?”

“Well I was thinking of kissing you first, then asking you to be my girlfriend, and then taking you and Kai out to eat.”

“I could eat!” Kai chimes from behind the gate causing you both to laugh.

“He really has impeccable timing.”

“That he does. Hey aren’t you supposed to be kissing me by now?” Hobi’s heart smile reappears and you fight back the urge to stick your finger in one of his dimples.

“As you wish my love.” Gently Hobi cups both of your cheeks before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. It’s not heated, it doesn’t ignite sparks, but it’s sweet and leaves you with the knowledge that it’ll be the first of many.

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fanofvariousthings · 5 years

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MiniMoni and Me Part 2

(Namjoon X Jimin X reader) fairy au

Summary: You’re waking your dog (named Hobi) in the woods but he ran off which resulted in you getting lost until you stumble across a flowery cottage that happens to change your life.

A/N: sooo part 2 is here!! Hopefully y’all can get somewhat of an understanding about the universe this story is set in etc also y’all will now know what’s the deal with y/n’s dog and how namjoon and jimin know him ;) and ik there’s no moni x mini x reader action yet but I will get there eventually... atm I’m just setting the scene for this series!! also I will be adding the rest of bangtan as the story goes on but will keep it namjoon x jimin x reader

Here’s Part 1: https://fanofvariousthings.tumblr.com/post/185480920134/summary-youre-waking-your-dog-named-hobi-whos

PART TWO vvv

Your POV

A few minutes later the pebbles in the front garden loudly crunched and crackled which you heard through the open window of the bedroom you were in, still sat next to Jimin or as he wanted you to call him, Mini. You began to wonder what the meaning of all of this was. You had so many questions. Why did Mini and this other person know you and Hobi? Why did they knock you out? How did they knock you out because you remembered it like someone was casting spells but that made you seem insane. Why have they kept you sealed in this room with that invisible sheild? Okay, scratch that. That makes you seem even more insane.

The slam of a door in the distance snapped you out of your thoughts. Jimin looked at you with a smile gracing his face, “Moni’s home.”

Your felt slightly scared.

“Come on, I’ll remove the enchantment so you can leave the room.” You both stood up and you felt your heart beat faster as you looked up at him. He closed his eyes and muttered those funny words you recognised from before you lost consciousness yesterday. Jimin motioned for you to follow him as he made his way out of the room and in to the hallway. Surely none of this was real. It couldn’t be, right?

Once you stood at the bottom of the stairs your breath got caught in your throat as you saw Jimin wrap his arms around who you were guessing was Moni.

He had sliver hair swept slightly over his forehead and the darkest eyes which you feared you’d fall into if you stared any longer. His face was round and looked squishy and you couldn’t help but slightly melt when you saw two deep dimples appear on either side of his face when he smiled at Jimin. You also noticed that both of the men’s ears were sharply pointed up, they must have had surgery or something because no normal humans ears looked like that. You thought that Jimin must have been a one-off at first but now you saw that the other man Jimin was telling you about had the same feature.

Moni was a lot taller than Mini and you noticed he seemed slightly more muscular than mini as you noticed his pecks stood out in the t-shirt he was wearing and you giggled to yourself thinking his tiddies were bigger than yours but your train of thought was cut off when Moni wrapped his arms around Mini’s waist and lent down press a kiss on his pretty lips.

Well... that was unexpected. You were slightly shocked as you figured that Mini and Moni were in a relationship and couldn’t help but wish you were in the middle of them with their arms wrapped around you too, you felt a strange indescribable pull towards both of the strangers. Maybe Moni wasn’t as scary as your previously thought.

Moni looked down at you snapping you back to what was supposedly reality and spoke up.

“I see you’re awake, Y/N. I’m Namjoon but I guess you can call me Moni.”

His gaze was hard at first but his face softened once you replied, “Hello Moni.” You stick your arm out mirroring his actions and he gently took your hand in his. You felt a slight fizzy feeling in the palm of your hand as he shook it. But as quickly as the feeling came it disappeared along with the warmth of his big, smooth hands.

“I’m guessing you have a lot of questions.” Moni sighed and you nodded in response.

“Where’s Hobi?” You were still so anxious and tense about it. You just hoped he was safe.

“He’s in the back garden. But before we take you to him... we um- justneedyoutoknowthattherehavebeensomeslightadjustmentstohisappearance,” Mini breathed out.

“What do you mean?” Your brows furrowed in confusion, “he’s not hurt is he?”

“No he’s not hurt... if anything he’s quite the opposite.” Jimin smiled with his eyes squinting in the process. You couldn’t help but think how adorable he was when he smiled but quickly pushed the thought out of your mind. Hobi was your priority right now.

“He’s okay, Y/N. Please don’t worry. You’ll possibly be a bit shocked...” Namjoon trailed off, “follow me.”

Your thoughts were racing around your head as you trailed behind Moni with Mini clinging to his arm. They led you through the wooden doors in the cottage as you walked through what you figured was their living room and kitchen. You noticed a lot of photos in frames hung up on the walls which mostly consisted of Mini and Moni doing cute couples things and the said couple with five other -also very attractive- men.

~outside in minimoni’s garden~

You opened your mouth in awe of the beautiful scenery before you. The were hundreds of different types of flowers along with willow and apple trees decorating the edges of the land before you. A small stream flowed through the centre as a bridge led over the steam to a small Wendy House.

In front of the fancy shed you noticed there was a man sitting on a sun lounger with giant sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose; seemed to be oblivious to you and the other two men approaching him.

Once you reached the man who was glowing in the sunlight, Moni was the first to speak up, his deep voice giving you goosebumps.

“Hobi,” the name rolled off of Moni’s tongue and you looked around in confusion. Where was your precious furry friend?

The unknown red-haired man lifted his shades from his face revealing a pair of deep grey eyes which you really recognised. His eyes sparkled as soon as he looked at you. A huge smiled appeared across his face. The strange, handsome man then jumped onto his feet, pulled you into his arms and spun you around. It all happened so quickly the wind was knocked out of you as he shouted in excitement, “Y/N! Oh how I’ve missed you. I felt like my hope was missing with you not around.”

He placed you back onto the ground as you struggled to regain your breath.

“Who- How do... I know you?” You choked out in shock.

“Woah! Woah!” Mini stepped to your side turning to the red head, “take it easy hyung.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I thought they would have told you...” The man gestures towards a guilty looking Moni and a sheepish looking Mini.

You had never been this confused or scared in your life before. You were so overwhelmed that tears started to well up in your eyes and your breathing became uneven as your tried to hold yourself together.

“Aish! Namjoon-ah, Jimin-ah you should have told her! Now you’ve upset her!” The red haired man seemed to be scolding them. This resulted into Mini and Moni rapidly defending themselves in a foreign language which you didn’t understand but it sounded familiar- like you’ve heard it before. This continued for a few more minutes. You couldn’t understand a single word of what they were saying and their tones of voice were scaring you.

Finally, you’d had enough before you yelled out a “SHUT UP.”

They three men turned to you in shock before you continued, “Please just shut up! I don’t care how you -strangers- all know me. I don’t care what you guys all have going on right here but it’s giving me a strange, indescribable feeling which none of you are giving me answers to anytime soon so I want nothing to do with it. I just want my dog back safely so I can go home and sleep peacefully in the comfort of my own home!”

“Y/N... I don-“

“No. You don’t get to say anything Moni,” you let out a sound of frustration before you turned to Mini, “you’re the one I trust the most right now.” This was mostly because you had known him the longest out of the three men but you were completely wrong because he wasn’t in fact the one you have know for the longest.

“Where’s my Hobi? Please, Jimin.”

“I- uh- Y/N I’m sorry but he’s standing right here,” he motioned towards the tall red head.

“What do you mean? Don’t be stup- wait... earlier you said there had been some adjustments to his appearance...” No way. Surely your dog can not be in a human form right now. “This is ridiculous. Jimin don’t fuck with me right now.”

“Mini tried to tell you. I’m sorry we didn’t break it to you lightly,” Namjoon spoke up. “This is Hoseok, or you know him better as Hobi.”

It all seemed to make some sense now. You were still in disbelief but Hoseok’s recognisable eyes and the red locks on his head were exactly like Hobi’s puppy eyes and fluffy fur. The bouncy personality of Hoseok seemed to match Hobi’s and the way he called you his hope earlier made sense as you called Hobi your hope whenever you were having down days.

“Hobi? How- wh- how are you like this right now? I can’t believe this.” You wrapped your arms around him and he hugged you back tightly.

“It’s a long story my hope,” Hobi let you go and turned to Mini and Moni, “I believe you both have a lot of explaining to do.”

“Yah! Don’t think you haven’t got anything to do with this hyung.” Moni pointed a finger at him before dragging him back into the house leaving you and mini standing there.

“Mini?” You wondered.

“Yes, Y/N?” He looked at you with shining eyes.

“What’s that language you guys were speaking earlier? It sounded the same to what I heard before you guys knocked me out. And why do you and Moni keep calling Hobi, hyung?”

“Well we were speaking Korean of course. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but we are Korean after all,” Mini giggled, “and hyung is a Korean word which means older brother. Hoseok-ie is older than Moni and I, we all grew up together. There was seven of us, but that’s another story for another day.”

“Gosh, I’m stupid sometimes...” You thought back to the photographs you saw earlier in the house of Mini, Moni, Hobi and four other boys. Your thoughts began to race again as you wondered if Hobi had always been human...

~Time skip brought to you by Namjoon’s titties,,,, back in the fairy boys cottage~

“So you’re telling me that you knocked me out because you thought I was an evil pixie who cursed Hobi into a dog? And whilst I was unconscious you guys used actual fairy-magic-enchantments to make Hobi a huma- I mean dog/fairy hybrid again... And then he explained to you how I’m actually an innocent human being who you basically kidnapped and that I had absolutely no knowledge that fairy’s existed or that there’s a whole different fucking realm for mythical creatures?” You questioned them wanting confirmation of the brief story the three men just told you.

Hoseok told you about how he was a hybrid of a dog hybrid and a fairy but was cursed by a pixie to remain in a puppy form, he said that he was pretty content with it considering being a dog was already a part of him. The curse led him to waking up in a pet shop in the human realm which is where you got him, thinking he was an ordinary puppy. That did explain your relationship with him though, Hobi became your best friend and you became his despite the lack of communication on his behalf you could always understand each other. Namjoon and Jimin briefly explained to you that there were thousands of mythical creatures such as Fairies, Warlocks, Witches, Pixies, Mermaids, Pegasus’s, Dragons and Centaurs all existed and the list goes on. They all lives in a mythical realm and only few could cross over into the human realm if they had soulmates on that side and humans could only cross over to the mythical realm if they had soulmates over there. This lead you to wonder what Mini and Moni were doing on the human realm, thinking that they were already soulmates and have found each other how and why would they need to be here?

Your head started to hurt as you were struggling to process all of this new information because it was beyond your wildest imagination.

“My apologies about using a sleeping spell on you by the way.” Moni place his hand over yours to try and comfort you in some way as he knew how hard taking in all of this information was for you.

“It’s okay I’m just very shocked right now... I think I need to lie down.” You stood up and Hobi was instantly by your side, tail wagging with a concerned look on his face.

“Hobi-hyung, stay with Y/N to make sure she’s alright.” Jimin looked at the clock ticking, “Moni and I have to go and see Suga-hyung and Kookie.”

“We’ll be back later, please stay here as long as you need to Y/N. You need to be careful about the outside world now that you know things that most humans don’t,” Namjoon pressed a kiss on Jimin’s forehead whilst the smaller man laced their fingers together. Namjoon muttered something in Korean before the shimmers started to appear from thin air and the precious couple vanished in the blink of an eye.

You guessed you’re gonna have to get used to this now. Magical things occurring randomly. You certainly weren’t used to two insanely attractive boys teleporting in your every-day human life.

“Hobi?” You walked up the stairs back to the room you woke up in earlier today with him.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“How long were you trapped in your dog form before Mini and Moni changed you back?”

“Hmm, well you took me home after a few weeks of me being in the pet store and you’ve had me for 3 years... so I’d say over 3 years.” He turned to you as you lied down on the plush bed and he pulled the cover over you.

“So you haven’t seen Mini or Moni or your other friends in that long,” you gasped. “Did they know?”

Hobi lied down next to you on his side. “Yeah they were there when that bitch of a pixie, Yeji, cursed me. I hadn’t seen them since until yesterday. I’m sorry for making you worried by running off... I just picked up on Moni and Mini’s scent and I couldn’t believe it at first, I had to find them so they could change me back to the mutation I am.”

“Hobi, you’re not a mutation. You’re part dog and part fairy which I think is pretty amazing! And you’re my best friend! Don’t insult yourself like that my sunshine.”

“Thank you, Y/N. I’m really glad you picked me in that pet store. From that day my instincts told me that you were my hope and it was right. Now get some rest, you obviously need it after having all this stuff thrown at you today.”

You pulled the duvet up closer to you and you mumbled a goodnight before relaxing into the bed and drifting off into slumber.

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sebbybooks · 5 years

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Beautiful Sinners

Sebastian Stan x Fanfiction

"I was his exception, and as much as I tried to hide my feelings he was mine." -J.M

Ella's

P.O.V

I am convinced that our wounded hearts were desperately craving for affection the moment that I met Sebastian. Revisiting the scene to where it all began feels like an ode to a dreadful October memory. I didn't mean to want him as much as I did. I tried to ignore the aching sensation I kept locked inside of myself that only Sebastian could set free. As overwhelming and intense it all was eventually it turned into something I know longer could resist. So I caved in. Once again in my life I ignored my better judgement and gave into temptation. The moment we collided we crashed and burned all at once. At times when I pass by I ask myself if it is selfish of me to wonder if when he walks by this street does he think of me too?

I was looking for a quick escape that day, because I had it made up in my mind that I was to leave and to never return. The pain that I felt was unquestionably real and that I was left without a doubt that it was in fact possible to suffer miserably at the hands from a broken heart. Before Sebastian my heart was already given to another, but he had returned it to me crushed within the palm of his calloused hand. I remember vividly sliding into the backseat of a taxi with my forehead pressed against the cold and damp window. Hot tears filled my eyes as I kept my gaze pinned out of the window. I was so focused on leaving I hadn't even realized when the cab came to an unexpected halt. But every part of me felt numb that not even for a single second I bothered to turn my head to see what was happening.

It wasn't until I heard someone curse under their breath as the door to the cab slammed shut. I felt the sudden brush of another body against mine. That is when I turned and I saw him for the first time. I am still not quite sure if I'm grateful that he convinced me to stay or angry with him for not letting me go.

Sebastian's

P.O.V

I don't think Ella truly even knew that I needed her more than she ever needed me. When we met I remember I couldn't run out of that event fast enough. I had to wait until the right moment until no one even noticed my presence anymore. Which was a hard task to do considering Mary kept me under her thumb the entire evening and paraded me around the room like her favorite show pony. It was as though I was constantly scrambling for a breath of fresh air. Granted it was a celebration for the newly engaged couple but it also seemed as though the only person who was miserable was me. The irony from that realization alone was enough to suffocate me.

I had to find a way to make a clean exit because the annoyance and frustration that was festering inside of me was going to cause me to implode. If I were to cause a scene Mary would have griped about it for days and with that in mind I stood up and walked out quicker than a bolt of lightning. Once outside of the building I descended down the stairs adding a more accelerated speed to my pace. I worried that with just my luck someone would spot me and I would have to go back inside. I didn't exactly know where I was headed.

I just knew that I wanted to be far away from that specific crowd of people. I jogged down the sidewalk trying to hail a cab until one came speeding right before me stopping in its tracks right before I found myself underneath it. Still not caring I walked around the cab and climbed into the backseat without thinking or even noticing that someone else was inside.

"Shit. I didn't see that anyone else was in here." I said apologetically, looking between the driver and the women who sat in the backseat who was curled up and visibly grief stricken. The woman looked up at me with tears welling up in her eyes and presumably black mascara smudged underneath her eyes. After our gaze locked temporarily she quickly turned away and bent down to gather her things.

"I can find another taxi." She said chocking back a sob.

"Nonsense!" I yelled. The sound of my own voice even startled me. I lowered my voice and for a brief moment I considered leaving and figuring out a different mode of transportation for my abrupt getaway. "Are you alright?" I asked in a hush tone, leaning in closer to get a better look at her face.

Barely unable to look back at me she shook her head with her attention out of the window she finally replied. "I will be."

"Are you trying to get somewhere? Do you need money?" As soon as I spoke those words I regretted it. It took me a second to see the situation in her perspective and I realized a strange male offering a woman he didn't know assistance or even being the slightest bit overbearing could come off misinterpreted.

"Excuse me?" She snapped. "What are you trying to imply?" She asked through gritted teeth.

"Ahem." The driver cleared his throat to interrupt us and stared in the rear view mirror at the two of us. "Neither one of you said were you were going and I do have the meter running." He added.

"I'll pay it." I answered briskly.

"I don't need your money or your pity." She said to me. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying.I smiled to myself observing her tenacious nature. She looked up at me with hazel eyes that looked like on a normal day a glow of sunlight permanently reflected in them. I couldn't help but feel obligated for her well being as crazy as that sounds.

"You're probably right and if I offended you in any way I am sorry." I muttered, genuinely meaning it. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and let out a sigh that was either a mixture of laughter or more crying. "No I'm the one who should be sorry." She said shaking her head.

"Apology not accepted because it is not necessary." I say offering her an empathetic smile.

"I just need to get out of here." She exhaled her words having a finality to them. "And please lose the pity smile." She mumbled.

I pressed my lips in a thin line to repress any hints of a smile. The more I looked at her the harder I found it to be serious. "Well if you were in my shoes how would you react if it were me in your place?"

Her response wasn't immediate. She eyed me as if she were looking for a flaw. I watched her as she conducted her study of me. My posture stiffened and I straightened my shoulders positioning myself in a manner like a portrait was being taken of me. She remained silent for several minutes all the while the cab was still at a stand still. Never once she met my gaze, but my eyes started to etch her body in memory. She wore a dark green pea coat that couldn't conceal her petite frame well.

I assumed she was tall by the way she kept her elongated legs crossed that barely could fit in cab. Her hair looked softer than silk. A wave of dark brown curls was perfectly trimmed around her face as it framed to the nape of her neck. Any man with eyes would easily agree that Mary was easy on the eyes, but her beauty didn't parallel with the woman before me.

"If I saw a man sitting alone in a taxi bawling his eyes out I would without a doubt run in the opposite direction." She finally said.

"Now I'm offended." I clutched my hand to my heart pretending to be wounded by her words.

"Being a cautionary tale isn't on my bucket list these days." She scrunched up her nose and barely let a smile form across her lips. "You didn't give me your name."

"Neither did you." I quickly responded.

She stiffed out a sigh. "My name is Ella."

"Sebastian." I reached over to offer my hand as a formal gesture. Right away I thought she would reject it and I once again would have embarrassed myself. I was surprised when Ella mimicked in response. "It's a lot of strange people in this town am I foolish to think you're not one of them?" She asked with a raised brow.

Taking her hand in mine I shook it lightly. " I wouldn't go that far as to calling you a fool." I grinned. She rolled her eyes and I could've sworn I saw a genuine smile spread across her face. Her hand eventually slipped out of mine and it was a touch that was so simple and innocent an yet it lit a blazing fire under my skin.

Ella's

P.O.V

Smiling only made me want to cry even more. I tried to choke back the ripple of sadness that engulfed me and was nearly on the brink of swallowing me whole. I should have been halfway to the airport by now. On a flight that would be taking me to my parents house and yet I found myself sitting in the backseat sharing a taxi with a man wearing a suit probably more affordable than the clothes I had stuffed in my duffel bag combined. My day just wouldn't end even though I desperately wanted to be left alone to lick my wounds. Sebastian seemed to be in a hurry to get to where he was going and perhaps I was also a roadblock in his plans as well.

"From the looks of it you are racking up a pretty pricey one way ride to nowhere and I will take no part in helping you pay for." I said, lifting a little in my seat watching the red numbers change.

Sebastian wrinkled his forehead with a look of skepticism written across his face."Hmmm you technically were in here first."

I caught a glimpse of the driver suspiciously eyeing us in the rear view mirror probably wondering what the hell was even going on. "If you really think about it you are the reason it's not even moving. I was on my way to the airport until you had to almost get run over." I said to him.

Sebastian rolled his eyes then sucked in a breath of air before biting the inside of his cheek. "And yet my odds still would be greater being away from that venue." He pointed. I followed where his finger was directing. Bending my neck down a little my eyes fell to what looked like a mini cathedral. "Would could have possibly been so wrong in there?" I asked, still admiring the view. I looked back at him when I noticed he had gone quiet. He was staring down at his hands as the feeling of distaste was written all over his face.

I leaned back into my seat turning my body to face him. My face still felt damp so I raised my hand to my face thinking I would be wiping away the last of my fallen tears. Looking back down at my hands I saw that I had black eye makeup all over my hands. Suddenly embarrassed that I probably must have looked like the human equivalent to a raccoon. I dug around in my purse to retrieve my travel size makeup bag to find my cleansing wipes. I quickly pulled out a damp cloth from the package and rubbed the white cloth all around my face. I pulled out a circular compact mirror to make sure it was all off. Then I heard the sound of muffled laughter coming from Sebastian.

"You could have said I looked ridiculous." I told him.

"You wouldn't look ridiculous even if you tried." He paused. "Besides you look like you had a pretty rough day."

"The sooner I leave the better." I answered quickly hoping his comment wasn't an attempt at flirting. Because I was starting to feel anxious as the sadness laid thick in my throat.

"What's got you in a rush anyway?" He asked, his tone was peaked with curiosity but I wasn't going to change the subject from me to him that easily.

"I could ask you the same question." I did my best to maintain eye contact without driving my attention into a full blown staring contest. I was certain the minute my boyfriend broke up with me there wouldn't be any other guys on my radar for a very long time. Sebastian was no Nate, for Sebastian I would consider that a very big compliment. There was a brooding look in his eyes that I couldn't help but find myself drawn to. Even though I really didn't know him or was even ready to look at anyone else that way. With Sebastian for someone reason I couldn't help it. Heaven knows I tried.

"It's complicated." He replied giving me a weak smile.

"That word has been thrown around a lot today." I sighed with a heavy heart as I remembered what happened less than two hours ago. My boyfriend of three years feelings suddenly became blurred and he wasn't sure what he wanted out of his future. A future that no longer included me in it. It wouldn't have stung so badly if I didn't live with him.

The realization of my situation suddenly hit me with full force when I realized I had no place to go except back home to my parents house. Something I was dreading doing for years. I wondered while packing my bags would they even welcome me back with open arms. I had no choice but to soon find out.

"Is that why you're crying your eyes out in the backseat of a cab?" Sebastian asked.

"You know I'm not going to answer anything you're asking me, because you won't quit beating around the bush." I say, putting an emphasis on my words.

He huffed but he finally relented. "I was rushing out of an engagement party." Sebastian finally admitted.

"What could have possibly been the problem? Were you in love with the bride to be....the groom to be?" I thought of all possible cliches to spout at him.

"I won't deny that he is one handsome son of a bitch, but as horrible as it sounds no I don't have feelings for the bride to be." He looked away shamefully.

"Why would that be such a horrible declaration to admit?" The intrusive words fell out of my mouth before I could catch them, but Sebastian was quick to interject.

"Because it was my engagement party that I walked out on." His tone hardened and his expression grew weary.

I curl my lip. "That is complicated." I pulled my coat around my shoulders tighter. The heat radiating inside of the taxi was strong enough to break off the autumn chill seeping in from outside. The windows were quickly starting to fog up. The thought of Nate crept back into my mind and sent the feeling of unwavering icy chills down my spine.The pang of sadness I felt still existed and was still fresh within me. I wondered to myself how it could have been so easy for him to lie me.

I sensed the breakup coming from miles away. It didn't even take me catching him with another woman for me to figure it out. I quickly turned in the opposite direction when I saw the sight of Nate ravaging her on our bed. I wished he could've just told me it was someone else instead of making me believe I was a damper in his plans. Out from the corner of my eyes I noticed that Sebastian was looking at me with a strange expression on his face.

"I think you should head back inside." I tell him.

"Why?" Sebastian asked while still obviously observing me.

I let out a cynical laugh. "Because you're getting married! That's why, and if you don't feel the same then you should just tell her or is it just too damn complicated?"

"Answer me first?" He asked leaning in towards me. "What has gotten you so upset that you're dead set on leaving?"

The answer was simple. "It wasn't meant to be."

Sebastian's

P.OV

It was something about her that made me want to know more. I was probably an even bigger asshole to let my mind get me that far considering I am engaged to Mary. I had known Ella for less that an hour and yet I never wanted this meeting to come to an end. "This morning my boyfriend broke up with me." She shrugged her shoulders slowly like the pain in her voice weighed down on her. She closed her eyes and stifles out a laugh. "On top of that I lived with him and now I have no place to go except back home to Portland."

It never resonated with me that a breakup would be the cause of her sadness. I guess that it is good that is it never safe to assume anything. Or maybe it was because I didn't want to think that such theory like that would exist with her. I was too busy caught in my mindless flirting which thankfully she didn't seem to notice. I don't know what I was even thinking. Ever since the day Mary told me the news that she was pregnant my conscious has been tearing me apart.

When we weren't together for those two months Mary made the most out of it while gladly throwing it in my face. I don't even know where my head was at when I tossed around the idea that we should get married. At the time it felt like the right thing to do and now I am left feeling frayed because I am not even sure if I am the father.

"If we always ran away from our problems where would that leave us?" I asked Ella, though frankly I was asking myself. She looked back at me with doe eyes that under any other given circumstances I would have gladly been bewitched by.

"But it is easier said than done, am I right?" Ella replied, and I had a hunch that it was meant for me.

"Maybe." I say, turning my head around to try and get a good look out of the fogged window. "Oh and that guy you were dating is a complete jackass for the record. You clearly deserve better."

Ella holds my gaze for a while, her eyes shutting until it looks she is just squinting at me. "You don't know that." She whispered. I wasn't going to tell Ella that she was in fact wrong.

"Do you have a phone I can borrow?" I ask. Ella bit down on the corner of her lips, pulling it up with her teeth contemplating whether or not to trust me most likely. While I did my fucking best not to stare at her mouth. Pulling strands of curly hair away from her face and tucking it behind her ear. Ella reached in her purse and dug her hand around until she pulled out her cellphone. She didn't even ask me why I needed it as she passed it to me.

I scrolled around her phone till I found her contacts and on a whim I decided to put my name and number in her phone. I looked up to see if she was watching me, which she was. I knew something could have been really wrong with me for my sudden attraction to her. "There you go." I cleared my throat as I handed her back her phone.

Ella quickly grabbed it and scrolled through it to see what damaged I could've caused. My hand grazes hers and the feel of it brushing mine again only made me want to find an excuse to touch her again. "What did you do?" Her eyebrows were pinched together in confusion.

"If I go back in there you have to also agree that you won't leave the city." I said, hopefully striking up a deal with her.

"I don't know." She frowned as she shook her head.

"Yes you do!"I tried to make my voice sound reassuring, despite I was scared shitless over the idea that I would be potentially spending the rest of my life with Mary.

"Why do you care so much? We are just two strangers who are looking for a way to get far away from our problems." She says, dropping her phone back into to her purse then zipping it.

"Did you ever think that maybe it's them and not us? We have to stop letting people think they have permission to fuck with our lives." I told her, and for the first time finally hearing my own voice. I lifted up to reach deep into my pocket to pull out my wallet to pass the driver what Ella and I owed him.

"Sorry for wasting your time." I held my arm out with the cash in hand. He turned around and looked at me and Ella then back to me again. "No no just this once it will be on me." He faintly smiled before turning back around to look at the street.

"Think about what I said Ella." I opened the door and stepped out of the cab and the cold air wasn't inviting.

"Good luck Sebastian." Was all that she said. Our eyes met for the longest time and for the love of God I didn't want our gaze to break. I let out an agonizing sigh and let the cab door close.

When I walked back inside I wasn't surprised that the first person who welcomed me back in was my fiancée. She hurried in my direction and if I wasn't mistaken she changed her outfit yet again. Her auburn hair hanging down around her shoulders red strands effortless flowing behind her back. Mary's dress wasn't the tiniest bit conservative in the slightest. Her cleavage nearly toppled out her dress. "Where the hell have you been?" She smiled through gritted teeth.

"Getting fresh perspective." I shoved my hands in my pockets giving the occasional nod and wave whenever guest walked by.

"Am I suppose to know what that means?"

I was just about to answer her until her Mary's step brother approached us. For as long as I have known her I have only hung out with the guy on a few occasions and there's always been people around. From what I do know about him he likes to keep his life private and that he is strangely affectionate with his step sister.

"Why does this happy couple look so unhappy?" His voiced echoed, as he draped his arm around Mary's shoulder.

"Why don't you go find yourself drowning at the open bar?" Mary shrugged his arm away and smoothed an invisible wrinkle from her dress.

"I thought people causing a spectacle was beneath you." He winked at her in which she didn't seem to be offended or bothered by him.

"Shouldn't you be with your other half anyway? That girl was practically your shadow. " Mary taunted him while mustering up a smile. Whatever she was getting at seemed to work and it looked like she got under his skin. The two of them started to talk in front of me and I would have preferred if they had just left. I tuned out the sound of their voices when I heard the notification sound go off on my phone. I pulled out my phone to see that I had a text message from an unknown number had lit up on my screen. I read the message that popped and finally figured out who it was from.

~ Maybe you are right after all. . . .thanks for the unsolicited advice. Ella xx~

"Did someone send you a dirty picture by the looks of that grin on your face?" Soon as he uttered the words Mary shot him and I both menacing glares.

"Don't you have someone else to bother Nathaniel?" I ask, locking my phone and quickly putting it away while making a mental note to text her back.

"My grandmother is the only one that calls me that. I go by Nate man."

{To Be Continued.}

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NALU Witch AU pt. 1: “Unleashed.”

Lucy is risking her life to complete the task assigned to her through her bloodline, but the ritual goes awry, and a dangerous entity is unleashed from its bindings.

Lucy shoots a cautious look over her shoulder and tightens her grip on the outline of her keys hanging off her belt, covered by her thick, black coat. There was nothing - and nobody - there but over the years, some of the more observant locals would no doubt remember a hooded figure who only appeared on one, singular day every year. That sort of attention could (and would) cost her life.

Nobody liked witches, after all.

The warmth of her keys against her thigh, although covered by her skirt’s fabric, was a reassuring sensation that helped soothe some of her anxiety. It wasn’t much, considering Lucy had willingly entered Fiore’s most prominent witch-hunting town - Hargeon. ��

Lucy kept to the shadows, hurrying through the alleyway as close to the stone wall as the space would allow. The candlelight from a window overheard flickered as she swept past, the fire reacting to the power under her skin. It burned brighter, the element pulling on her magic greedily, and Lucy hastily severed the connection.

Her mind had been so occupied with her thoughts that she’d let her magic flow free. A rookie mistake. Lucy could hear her coven's elders scoldings ring in her ears as she tugged her coat tighter around her body in an attempt to ward off the chill permeating in the air.

Lucy spared the candle one last glance as she turned the corner. Hopefully, the owners hadn’t seen the brief change because she’d be in trouble otherwise… All the locals in this town were educated on how to spot any form of magic, whether it was a faint link or otherwise.

This was something Lucy knew very, very well.

Lucy made sure to keep her magic under lock and key as she slipped into another alleyway, scurrying past the main road quickly. It may be nearing midnight and the townsfolk were tucked safely in their beds, but the main roads were still dangerous. Hargeon was a suspicious town filled to the brim with superstitions and stories of witches cackling in the night. Lucy didn’t want to take even take the risk for fear of being spotted.

A hooded figure rushing through the town late at night screamed witch, according to Hargeon’s logic.

Lucy hastened her pace as the edge of the forest came into view, relief flooding every cell in her body. She’d be much safer in the forest and be able to move more freely, compared to the way she had to sneak through the town.

The forest would protect her.

Her magic pulsed under her skin as she sidestepped a wayward crate, pace close to an almost-sprint, ready to let the thick branches and greenery envelop her.

If anyone did spot her, Lucy would be safe once she crossed over the edge. She just needed to get there. C’mon, c'mon...

A strange sense of foreboding filled her as her magic started to crawl within her body, whispering in her ear as gusts of wind grabbed hold of her hood and pushed it down.

“HEY!”

Lucy started, tripping over herself in surprise. She snapped her head towards the angry voice, pushing herself up from the concrete. The wind, although aggravated, gently caressed her golden hair so that the strands created a sort of halo-looking effect around her pale face.

Lucy cursed, snatched her hood over her head and scrambled back to her feet. “OI!” The man hobbling over to her shouted, raising his fist in the air. “Do ya realise what time of night it is? Who are ya -”

Lucy sprinted towards the forest, who had its branches already open to welcome her. The man shouted once more but over the roar of the wind against her ears, his words were drowned out. Her heart pounded loudly against her chest, her legs burning with the effort of her sprint.

Why now? When she was so close? He’d also seen her face. Lucy tried to stamp it down but the panic continued to bubble up, her throat starting to close up and making difficult to breathe.

Lucy’s hold over her magic quickly spiralled, mind too full of fear and run, run, run to maintain the concentration. The wind around her slapped against her skin, sending mini tornadoes created of dust, dirt, and leaves, empowered through her magic’s tether.

She could just hear her pursuers’ alarmed shout as he realised that magic had just taken place. Lucy heard heavy thuds of boots hitting concrete, sounding the arrival of more men woken from the frenzied shouts of witch! witch! witch! over the roaring wind.

Panic seized her heart as the ding of the bell in town square echoed throughout Hargeon. It rang and rang, causing the whole town to wake from its deep slumber and form an angry, raging mob.

There were screaming and shouting and Lucy knew that numerous torches had been lit by the way the element searched out her magic and pulled. The heavy hold that Lucy generally had on her magic was almost non-existent – letting the power go wild – due to her panic.

The fire drained her and the wind was violent around her, both intoxicated by the pulsing of the magic running through her veins. Her eyes stung with unshed tears and the sharp bite of the wind but the witch just blinked the pain away.

Lucy ignored the burn in her legs as she pushed herself to go faster. C’mon, c’mon. The forest was just a couple more steps away...

A hand snagged on her ankle and pulled hard.

Lucy fell with a cry, temple knocking against the soft earth while her ankle screamed from being yanked nearly out of its socket. She was certain something had been damaged. Her head pounded as she pushed herself up by her elbows, kicking at the hand still latched onto her ankle with her uninjured foot.

Her heel hit flesh with a resounding crack and the person who had grabbed her let go with a shout of pain. Not one to waste any time, Lucy scrambled to her feet once more, wincing at the sharp pain that shot up her leg. Thankfully, the man who had managed to grab her was still reeling from the feisty kick to his nose, so even whilst half limping she managed to get away.

Lucy almost cried when the branches swallowed her frame, protecting her from the angry mob aching to put her head on a spike.

The townsfolk wouldn’t dare venture into Flamevien forest. It was considered a dark blight against Hargeon’s reputation, a place wrought with evil and magic. Not even the bravest of men would risk stepping a single toe over the edge, for fear of being dragged into its depths and swallowed whole.

Flamevien was alive with magic, yes, but not evil. Never evil... although many considered the two to go hand-in-hand.

Lucy rested her palm against a burly tree trunk, ignoring her throbbing ankle as she tried to catch her breath. The forest was silent around her, its magic gently caressing her skin as comfort. Her own magic was vibrating under her skin and she furiously stamped it down.

Oh, how disappointed her master would be. She’d lost control so easily – it was like she had been reduced to a mere fledging once again – blinded by her panic and fear. She was nearly finished with her apprenticeship but no doubt this mess would force her progress back. A witch should never, under any circumstances, let her magic run rampant. A witch’s control must be like iron shackles, binding down the power until it is allowed to draw on the elements.

Her supposed ‘iron shackles’ had been reduced to mere string bindings, tearing apart with a single tug. Some witch she was...

Lucy had also caused the whole town to erupt into a frenzied, witch-hunting rage.

When word got back to the coven, Lucy would be in deep trouble. She’d be peeling the special moss for herb lessons for months. Lucy mourned the future of her currently clean fingernails - they’d be stained for long after that punishment ended.

The forest shielded her from the mob outside but did not keep their vengeful cries from her ears. The air reeked of smoke and she could still feel the element trying to reach her, although it was a fruitless effort, since Lucy had her control back. There was no way she was going to let it slip through her fingers again.

The townsfolk cursed, raged, and threatened her. Lucy shivered at some of the insults they directed at her… Fortunately, she was safe as long as she resided in the forest.

The difficult part would be getting out of Hargeon. Flamevien was surrounded by water on the outskirts - a product of the power it held - and the way she came was a one-way ticket. The people of Hargeon knew that and so they would wait for her… The prospect of burning another witch at the stake? Hargoen relished in it. Burning witches were considered acts of glory and brought great honour upon those who had managed such a task.

Lucy held her head in her hands, crouching down and rested her elbows on her knees, a heavy cloud of despair hanging above her.

How was she going to get out of this mess?

Lucy focused on her breathing to re-centre her soul. Inhale, exhale. Eventually, her hands stopped shaking enough that she was fairly confident she could finally get to what she had come to this wretched town for.

Lucy stood up and dusted off her knees and the back of her coat, rolling her shoulders and stared ahead with determination. She’d figure out what to do later. Now, though, she had a witch duty to complete.

The forest buzzed to life in time with her new resolution. Lucy watched as a cat with blue fur ran past, smiling mischievously in her direction. It disappeared as quickly as it came, blue body faintly transparent and flickering.

A spirit.

Lucy watched its tail vanish into the shrubbery before making her way through the familiar path. To the untrained eye, it was just a collection of thick, intertwined trees and vines but to a witch who had travelled to Flamevien annually for about six years, it was as easy to spot as the path to her own home.

Her ankle throbbed painfully and Lucy let her magic gather around the wound, soothing some of the aches. It wouldn’t do much nor would it last for long – healing magic was more Wendy’s forte than hers – but it would do for now.

Lucy followed the path, climbing over the tangled roots and pushing aside thorny branches. She only had to walk for a few minutes before a clearing appeared, her destination located in the very center.

Lucy couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips when her eyes rested on the house. It was an old, rickety thing so bent out of shape that just looking at it sends alarm bells ringing. The walls were cracked, torn down in some areas, allowing a free view into the interior. It was leaning a little too much to the left to be entirely safe, and thick vines clung to the stone.

It was an ominous looking house, with an aura exuding danger, and Lucy couldn’t help but be immensely comforted by it.

The magic residing in the house spiked at her presence, making leaves near the broken porch fly up and greet her, swirling around her head. Lucy let out a giggle.

“It’s good to see you, too.” Lucy smiled and made her way up the porch, avoiding the loose step. The door swung open at her approach, sending a spider crafting a web on the handle tumbling to the floor.

The inside of the house was as decrepit as the exterior, if not worse. It reeked of dust and dirt, making Lucy crinkle her nose in protest of the stench. Lucy expertly dodged the cracks and openings in the floorboards without having to put too much thought to it, used to the house’s weak spots after so many years of walking upon these very boards.

She could feel the house’s anticipation palpitating as she neared what was once the living room. It was where she would reside for the next hour, channeling her magic.

The living room was admittedly the most intact area of the entire house, although not by much. Cobwebs hung from every crevice and Lucy winced at the sound of rats scurrying away, startled by her presence. There was a large magic circle on the floorboards, staining the wood due to the repeated use of Witch’s Chalk over the years. She’d have to redraw it...

The candles littering the floor spontaneously lit up as she stepped foot into the room, passing through the open arch doorway. They were in exactly the same place as Lucy had last left them the year before. She gave a little flick of her finger and every second candle shot up in the air, bobbing in place, the light illuminating the dark space.

Lucy took a breath and unbuttoned her coat, shrugging it off. She gently draped it over a dusty armchair (it would need a thorough wash once she got home) and grabbed hold of her keys.

Most of her coven didn’t understand why she risked being exposed as a witch, and in turn, her life. Her annual trip here was something Lucy didn’t have a choice in – something the witches back home would likely never understand.

A witch’s duty was sacred (they all knew that) but this was Lucy’s. Nobody but Lucy could complete this task, and she would do so until eventually, the magic toll became too much, effectively ending her life.

Like her ancestors before her.

Lucy understood the risks. The ritual took more from her magic, soul and body as the years went on. It would become harder to continue, the toll ultimately becoming too much for her to bear. The house and Flamevien would suck up her power like a greedy leech until she had nothing left.

But she would do it. Lucy had to do it.

This was the secret that she kept from her coven. They would forbid her from coming, angered by her ‘foolish desire to continue her family legacy’.

This duty was a death sentence and Lucy would see it done until the very end.

Lucy let out a sigh, rubbing her eyes tiredly as if the action could erase her thoughts. Now was not the time to slip down that road. Her focus needed to be strong, her magic stable, and her soul open.

Lucy knelt down next to the lone armchair, pushing the molding furniture back slightly. She grimaced at the feel of thick dust bunnies coating her fingers but continued to search for the weak spot in the wooden floorboard, listening for the tell-tale sound of hollow wood. With a triumphant cry, Lucy curled her fingers over the small hole, cracking open the hidden space.

The witch stuck her free hand down the opening, fumbling through the items she’d stashed within it over the years, feeling for a particular object.

Once she found it, Lucy pulled her hand back and let the floorboard fall back into place. She wiped her hand against her skirt and uncurled her first, revealing an (albeit dusty) elongated piece of white chalk. It was getting a little cracked due to use so she set a reminder for herself to go purchase another one for next year.

Lucy redrew the magic circle, eyes narrowed with concentration, grateful that her hands were no longer shaking. Each line had to be precise. Anything that didn’t connect or wasn’t shaped right would undo the entire process, and she’d have to erase it.

Luckily, Lucy’s hands knew this magic circle by pure muscle memory. Redrawing the symbol was methodical and somewhat relaxing, effectively easing any leftover tension coiled in her gut.

Once she was done, Lucy stood back to admire her handiwork and ensure there were no faults. Thankfully, it was exactly as it should be...

Lucy took a deep breath and folded her legs underneath her, sitting in the centre of the newly drawn circle.

It was time.

Lucy slowly cracked the lid on her magic, letting the power willingly flow through her veins. It wanted to rush out, eager to create havoc and spread like wildfire, but Lucy kept it to a mere trickle so the space wouldn’t be overwhelmed. Exhaustion lurked in her weary limbs, the out pour of magic combined with her earlier exertion, made it rather difficult to keep her eyes open. Lucy shook off the feeling. This was a difficult spell and being tired would only cause complications that she couldn’t afford.

The air around her was thick with the intensity of her magic paired with the house (and the forest by extension), causing her hair to float around her head. Her eyes began to glow golden while her skin adopted an ethereal hue.

When she spoke, her voice echoed with the sound of a hundred dead witches, all combining their power. “Spirit of old, let us beg for forgiveness. Let it be our blood that seals the first love.”

A gust wind began to pick up despite being inside, forming a transparent tornado that circled around her, sparking with golden strains of magic. The candles were fixated in place through magic and the flames refused to die out, undisturbed by the violent element.

“Of bounds and shackles, we tether thy to this plane. For our power shall entrance the King, of golden ties and a forgotten caress.” As Lucy chanted, the spirits of her ancestors began to take form just inside the rim of the magic circle. As each one took shape, they joined hands and began to chant. They flickered with each burst of magic, transparent, but held strong as they performed the ritual with her.

“Let us bind you. We tether thy to this plane.” A hundred and one witches’ voices shouted into the space, emotionless and fixated. The circle written in chalk began to glow underneath her, the magical properties reacting to the pure, unadulterated force crackling in the space.

“Demon of old, may you rest until the night where the stars intertwine.” Lucy’s mind was not her own. The magic tied her soul intricately with her ancestors, making her feel their pain. Their desperation. If not for the haze, Lucy would be writhing in torment at the sensation of her one hundred souls being crammed into her body.

Heat began to spread, the moisture in the air hissing with steam... That was new. The candle’s flames roared to life, expanding twice the size of a normal fire. Lucy felt a piece of herself break as fire travelled around the circle, growing hotter as each second passed. It was blocked by the rim, unable to cross over, so it only grew taller until it completely surrounded her, blocking her view of anything but the element.

That wasn’t supposed to happen. The fire element had never reacted this way. The haze over her eyes began to crack due to the bubbling panic - this shouldn’t be happening. The spirits of her ancestors screamed at her, sensing the disturbance.

Pure agony ripped through her body as Lucy regained some of her awareness. “Stop,” she gasped. “Please stop.”

The witches only chanted louder, voices meshing with each other to create a mindless hum. Lucy’s hand twitched, the only visible sign of her pain. Her body was being controlled by the spirits.

“STOP!” The young witch screamed, voice hoarse from misuse. Her pleas went unanswered.

Lucy could only sob, unable do anything. Pain laced through her veins as more magic was drawn from her, making her soul writhe and shake. It was as if she was being torn apart by the very seams.

The fire slowed at the screams tearing from her throat, the tips reaching for her but was blocked by the magic circle’s barrier. It slammed against it in a desperate need to get to her, but the barrier was impenetrable, and the element became even angrier than before.

What was going on? Lucy had never seen anything like it. She’d been doing the ritual for years – and had been watching it be performed by her mother since she was a little girl. This was an entirely new development that had never occurred before. Had she done something wrong during the preparation – no, that couldn’t be it. She’d had gone through the ritual the same as she did every year.

The spirits around her continued to repeat the spell, withdrawing more magic at each spoken word. It didn’t matter that she no longer chanted alongside them and that terrified the young witch. Under no circumstances should the spell’s binding words halt, otherwise the ritual would render defective and volatile. That was the first lesson instilled in her by her mother. Her words were what gave her ancestors a tether to the living realm, allowing the connection to be formed through her magic. They weren’t supposed to be able to take control like this – they shouldn’t be able to take control.

Tears gathered in her eyes, dripping down her cheeks, the only other sign that she still had a tiny sliver of control over her body. Something had gone very, very wrong. Lucy tried to fight the spirits’ but one, young witch couldn’t stand her own against one hundred experienced witches whose only purpose was to see this duty completed, even in death.

One hundred pairs of glowing eyes bore into her and if Lucy’s body was her own once again, she would’ve shivered at the intensity. Her soul was flickering and that was shown as the witches’ visibility grew more transparent, the tether binding them to the realm stretching thin.

Lucy was running out of magic.

She would’ve collapsed in relief at this if she could. Under normal circumstances, Lucy would’ve been frantic, terrified out of her mind at how low her magic stores were becoming. A witch cannot survive without magic – the loss was going to kill her. However, Lucy couldn’t bring herself to care in this very moment. The pain igniting in every nerve in her body was pure agony, and she was so, so scared.

Lucy just wanted it to end.

The witches could sense how little magic she had left and continued the spell with more urgency. The fire element continued to circle around the rim, crackling and hissing as more magic poured into the space, pushing against the barrier.

Her limbs were straining with effort to rise but the young woman refused to let them, gathering all her strength to resist the spirit’s will. She had little strength left to begin with and after a few seconds of struggling, the battle was over. Lucy felt another piece of her break as her last shred of ownership over her body was given to the witches. Lucy could only watch in horror as the witches forced her arms to lift in front of her, palms upturned to the ceiling. A pinprick of blood appeared in the center of both her palms. An invisible entity cut a thin line across her skin from both sides of the original speck of blood, digging deeper as it went on. Once a substantial amount of blood was drawn, her fists clenched, letting the liquid drip down onto the magic circle.

Blood magic.

Lucy screamed but her voice no longer belonged to her so only the spell’s words escaped her throat, which only made her panic grow more intense. There was nothing she could do to stop this. Blood magic was prohibited, outlawed long before her time. It was a dangerous practice that had unseeable consequences – why were they making her do this? More blood splattered on the floorboards, drawn to the magical properties of the Witch’s Chalk. It travelled across the bare wood and reached each line, seeping into the white chalk and staining it red.

The magic buzzed in anticipation as the spell grew closer to the end. The entire room exploded in golden light, enveloping both her form and the witches circled around her. The light burned her eyes but she could not close them.

“Let it be our blood that seals you until the first love returns.”

Uttering the last verse drained her entirely. The candles in the air immediately went out and dropped, falling to the floor with a muted thud. The circle of fire vanished within mere seconds, and it would’ve been like the element was never there if not for the black scorch marks as a permanent reminder.

The spirits hold over her snapped and Lucy collapsed sideways, thoroughly spent by the ritual. Her head hit the floorboards with a thump and her entire body twitched as the spirits were severed from her soul one-by-one. Every single one of them looked relieved and worn out, but only a few gave her mournful gazes and guilty glances. Lucy watched them disappear until the very last spirit remained.

Mother.

The spirit of Layla Heartfilia looked upon her daughter, eyes shining with unshed tears. My precious star, her mother’s voice rang through her head, I knew it would be you that set us free. Lucy’s breath stopped at the familiar, loving tone that she had not heard for many years. Tears fell freely from Lucy’s eyes but she could not manage to open her mouth to call for her mother.

No, she wanted to shout as her mother’s form flickered. Please don’t leave me. Layla only shook her head, strands of hair falling from her bun. A sad, smile and a single tear trailing down her cheek were the last thing Lucy saw before her mother disappeared, soul floating towards the stars to join them.

Lucy openly sobbed, body shaking, as her own soul was drained of life. Everything hurt and Lucy just wanted to be back in her mother’s embrace, the familiar warmth to comfort her, as if she were a child again. Her eyes began to close, becoming half-lidded as Lucy slipped further into the hazy black.

A hint of steam rose from in front of her and her eyes were drawn to it, fighting off the sleep threatening to drag her under. What was happening? Magma soon replaced the steam, growing in size as her chest shuddered with each deep breath. It grew and grew, rising upwards. Lucy could only watch in her half-unconscious state as the substance began to take a humanoid form, hissing and gurgling.

Was this what the witches wanted?

The temperature spiked, waves of visible heat emanating off... whatever it was. Soon the matter began to crack, revealing tanned flesh, black specks of ash cascading towards the ground. A loud, deep groan sounded from the monster as pink lips were revealed. A pointed tongue swiped across the lips, revealing sharp, canine teeth. More cracks appeared but, from her angle, Lucy could not see above the being’s mouth.

Red scales glinted through the openings but they were only on one side of the being’s body, melting with its skin. There was a loud whoosh and a dark shadow hung behind it, but no matter how much she strained her eyes, Lucy couldn’t make out what the shadow was.

Lucy stopped breathing as the being crouched down, the transformation apparently finished, allowing her to see its face.

A shock of pink, messy hair appeared in her vision with a thick, sharp horn protruding out of one side of its head.

Demon.

Lucy’s heart seized as she registered what the spirits had just unleashed. Her vision began to blur as the face moved closer and Lucy tried to blink to clear it but it only worsened. His head tilted, the whites of his teeth baring at her through his elated grin. The demon rested his elbows on his knees as he stretched his neck, the motion making a loud crack.

“Ah,” the demon’s voice made goose bumps form on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. “Finally.”

Hi everyone! Once again, this was supposed to be a one-shot but I’m incapable of doing so... here’s part 1 of my newest Witch AU! HOWEVER, my Dragon AU takes precedence, so I’ll likely only release sneak peaks while I work on this behind the scenes. Once of golden connections is well under way, I’ll start posting this story!

If you enjoyed this, feel free to check out the rest of my NaLu fics here. I’ve got a Mermaid AU, a Dragon AU, a fluffy-oneshot, and a ‘Mate’ AU. More to come soon! :)

Thanks for reading everyone!

#nalu #witch AU #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #natsu x lucy #fairy tail #ft fanfiction #nalu fanfiction #hope this was worth the wait!!#I had so much fun writing this y'all don't understand #I loved creating this #ashfksdjkfa #I hope you guys enjoyed this #some parts are still ehhh to me but I haven't figured a way to fix it #so I'll just leave it #ENJOY #demon natsu #caandle's works

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monstrosibee · 5 years

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@blood-shepherd OKAY here it is, i went in to edit and i wrote an extra 600 words accidentally

"She's so...squishy." The organic shifted in his hands, her soft fabric outfit catching on one of his joints and causing every cable in Bumblebee's frame to pull tight as a drum. It unhooked easily as the purple skinned baby rolled against his chassis panel to curl into the heat pumping out of his fans. With a delicate touch, he adjusted the clothing out of its uncomfortable twist. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised about the purple though, because..."

"It's a good color!" Misfire finished for him, lounging on the couch with a glass of Bumblebee's most expensive spiced energon in his hand - perfect for colder mornings, but without the engex as he knew how to be a Responsible Babysitter. "Not as good as fuchsia or magenta, but still pretty good."

Bumblebee was not used to this many people in his little apartment in Iacon, and even when there were that many people, it was mini-bots; Aileron and Rattrap and a pair of Divisiunians named Weld and Rotor. Even the smallest one was at least as tall as Starscream, and there were six of them. Grimlock on his own took up the entire of the space in front of the TV, in alt mode and curled up to be more comfortable on the floor.

The yellow bot gently hefted the baby in his single hand, shifting in his position against the kitchen counter that faced out towards the media suite, and laid a palm on her stomach, feeling how warm and soft she was in comparison. "I mean, I guess. Not as good as yellow, but it's pretty nice. The Decepticon symbol's a bit heavy handed though, don't you think?"

Krok shrugged where he had his legs and stabilizers thrust over Spinister's lap on the floor between the couch and Grimlock. He had energon as well, but Bee thought he could see the heavy glass of an engex flask tucked beside his hip. "Wasn't our decision. Her father thought it was clever. I think it's a bit tacky to be honest, but hey, it's not my face."

Connie yawned wide, showing her toothless gums like a newborn kitten, and Bee seized up again, afraid of waking her. Misfire caught his expression and slid off the couch, bouncing gracefully over where Crankcase had fallen into recharge on the floor taking selfies for his boyfriend. "Bee-buddy, no reason to be so tense! It's just a baby, they don't bite." He popped his arms up under the baby and took her, cradling her like an expert nurse. "Your bud Roddy said you were a pro with the little organic protoforms. Thought that's why he turned us away at the door; figured you'd be psyched to see her."

Rodimus had probably turned them away from the Lost Light because the last time Misfire had boarded, he'd taken the newly reconstructed Rod Pod on a joyride and totaled it again. Bee didn't say that though, choosing instead to lean over Connie cradled in Misfire's arms, tucked in her little outfit that looked oddly like some kind of many legged Earth creature. "No, I love kids...it just would have been nice if he had called before five strange Decepticons and Grimlock showed up on my porch with an abnormally large purple baby. War's over, but I'm still half the size of the average Cybertronian and a little paranoid."

"Your personal frequency changed." Grimlock's voice was deep enough to nearly shake the floor where he lay. His mouth didn't move as he spoke, but Bee could see his optics now focused on the baby and him instead of the TV. "Whatever they did to bring you back, your whole body's new. Not the same frequency. Had a couple bots try to call, and all of them got an empty signal back."

Frowning, Bee accepted the baby back from Misfire, who was eyeing Crankcase's abandoned energon. "I'll have to give out my new frequency...I forgot that no one on the Lost Light has heard from me since I woke up."

The hand off must have been too rough, because just then Connie whined, then burst into tears. Crankcase woke as well, flailing his arms in his usual expressionless surprise and managing to knock Misfire off balance and to the floor. Grimlock watched Bee dodge out of the way with a slightly amused expression, rumbling softly as the yellow mini-bot jumped to the side and out of the way of flailing jet wings and angry 'Con limbs.

The baby wailed again in Bee's arms, and he nearly jumped out of his kibble. Her little face scrunched and wrinkled in displeasure, her fingers grabbing out in the air for something. Unsure of what else to do, he carefully slid the end of his index digit into her tight little grasp, but it only quieted her for a second. Misfire had been effectively distracted by Crankcase, and they tussled on the floor, the former trying to grab the latter by his guns. The other Scavengers looked on in mild interest, as though the two thrashing bots on his floor weren't knock stuff over and making Connie cry even more.

Wheeljack had been somewhat pressed for time when he put all of Bumblebee's parts together. The body had been grown from sentio metallico into his shape, like a forged bot, but because of the hurried nature of the construction and the...strange way the spark was lit, it had some interesting idiosyncrasies, almost like some of the early experimental MTOs he had known during the war.

Some of them made his life a little more difficult - his knee injury had apparently become spark printed, so even now he walked with a cane on his worst days - but some were just strange. His optics would flicker different colors if he drank certain kinds of energon, loud noises could make his cooling fans start regardless of temperature, and...

As his engine kicked in from the stress of having a crying child in his arms and the two mechs fighting on his floor, a high pitched droning buzz filled the air. It vibrated hard enough to shake his plating and rattle his denta, and he sighed and bit down so they wouldn't shake out of his head; Wheeljack had told him there was no way to fix it, since it was caused by the irregular pulses of his spark, but Primus if it didn't make him want to tear his engine out some days.

Connie, on the other hand, seemed quite pleased. Her crying slowly eased as Bee's chassis and arms vibrated against her until it went silent, and she stared up at him with eyes a red so bright they were like tiny pools of nucleon. He paused, looking down at her in surprise, then smiled with his denta still clenched and cooed, "You like that? Little squishy 'Con likes the buzzy Bee?"

Her giggle tinkled like Praxian crystal chimes, high and soft and sweet. Being so much bigger than her human base, her voice was different and lower, but it didn't have that echoing tinny quality to it that Bee had never noticed Cybertronians did until he traveled off world and spoke to organics. Amusement pulled her face into a different set of creases and wrinkles, crumpling her nose and squinting and squeezing tighter on his digit.

"Slagging Pits!" Misfire was suddenly hovering over Bee's shoulder, watching Connie grin toothlessly at the mini-bot's boxy face. Crankcase was still on the ground, wiping spilled energon off his legs. "Her pops said she'd been laughing, but I thought he was lying cause he wanted to make it look like she was some super baby! Damn, now I owe that slagger Scorponok fifty shanix. I'm never babysitting for him and that Cybertronian orange Julius ever again, they just take my money."

Bee laughed, still staring down in sudden spark shuddering adoration at the baby in his arms. "I thought you said you didn't know much about organics? For all you know, she should be up and walking already." Then the name the Scavenger had dropped processed, and pried his gaze off the baby to look up at Misfire. "Did you say Scorponok?'

He nodded nonchalantly, waving a digit at the baby. "Yeah, him n' his little Autobot conjunx cooked her up in a test tube." He paused, biting his lip. "Well, I guess he's not little, he's actually only a little shorter than me but EVERYONE looks short next to Scorponok of 'Built like a damn combiner"..."

Misfire chattered on as Bee felt his processes slowly detach from his physical brain module. His vision was unfocused as he looked back down at Connie, gummy mouth still clamped around his digit. In that moment, she felt smaller and even more delicate than before, and his engine buzz hitched with a touch of nerves.

"Well, no one will ever mess with you," he muttered into his arms, loosening his grip so she could lay more comfortably. "But damn if that isn’t a big legacy to live up to.”

#maccadam #transformers #tf bumblebee #tf connie

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thepandapopo · 6 years

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Mini Drabble Episodes

Sooooo this has been floating around in my head for a bit and it just recently came back with a vengeance so I thought I'd attempt to get it on paper.

This is actually legitimately what I have experienced and how I have reacted when people have realized how small my hands really are (my cousin who is almost a decade younger than me has larger hands than I do. I don't fit adult gloves/mittens. I fit children's sizing best. I can also squeeze into toddler ones sometimes.)

Now if only everyone could react like sweet, darling Iggy... Sigh.

On with the show!

Pairings: reader x ignis

Warnings: self conscious reader; past emotional bullying

And yes, I do headcannon that the boys would call me chibi because everyone I know likes to tease me with how short I am. Also, Ive only ever played the game with the Japanese audio so I'm quite used to thinking of the boys speaking in Japanese rather than English.

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"If everyone takes their own plate and drink, we should be able to bring everything to the table in one go." Ignis reasoned as he roped you and the rest of the boys into helping set up dinner.

Although usually you would all simply sit in your respective camp chairs and eat your meal from there, today's supper was more of a build your own style that Noctis had recently gotten into after a brief "weekly special" build your own taco craze at the Crow's Nest. It definitely wasn't because it was harder for Ignis to smuggle veggies onto his plate if he wasn't the one dishing it up.

Years of military camp training had the three other boys lining up single file to receive the plates and cups that Ignis was handing out, you trailing at the end behind Gladio who, due to his height, literally cast a shadow on you in the dimming sunset.

Stomachs grumbling, the boys eagerly accepted their plates with a mumbled thanks and scurried over to the makeshift table, where the rest of the condiments were waiting to be put on the soft tortilla laying on the individual dishes.

"Here you go, Chibi," Ignis smiled at you as you stepped up for your turn, handing you the large dish with a gloved hand. Without much thought, you accepted it with both hands as was customary for you.

When the boys had first noticed this little quirk about you, they had simply written it off as you bring extremely polite (you also had a tendency to bow when accepting things from others so what else were they to think?) But in actuality, there was a much more embarrassing reason for your odd habit.

Simply put, your hands were smaller than average.

You didn't accept things with two hands because of your manners - you did it out of fucking necessity. You had never really thought much of your hand size - because really, it looked proportional to your body- until you had started the Handball unit in your Junior high physical education class. Struggling with the different techniques of holding the ball, you eventually had to ask your instructor for help because clearly there was something that you weren't getting.

Only for it to become quite apparent that it wasn't the technique that you were messing up... It was that you literally didn't have large enough hands to hold the ball.

At first, you didn't really think much of it. So what if you couldn't hold the ball? You were sure there had to have been someone else who had this problem before you.

How wrong you were. The laughter of your instructor at your situation only invited others to come investigate what was so funny, until you were the center of attention and desperately trying to hide your hands from people who wanted to 'just compare'.

Thus, when Ignis proceeded to hand you your cup, your right hand froze mid way in the air and hovered awkwardly as if Shiva herself had cast Diamond Dust on you.

"Chibi?" Ignis looked at you questioningly as you quickly pulled your long sleeves over your fists and gripped the fabric in your palms, successfully sealing your appendage inside your sweater.

Ignoring the odd stares you were getting, you fought down the rush of heat flooding your cheeks as you scurried to deposit your plate on the table and return for your cup.

As you reached out both hands - still encased in your sweater - to receive the beverage container, Ignis pulled back slightly and frowned. "Is there something wrong with your hands?"

Green eyes widened slightly in worry as the tactician's sharp mind flew through various conclusions.

"Did you hurt your hands in the fight with the Garulas earlier?"

"No!" You quickly yanked the cup into your covered hands and huddled into yourself, trying to dispel the attention on you. "I'm not hurt. Just... Don't worry about it, okay?"

Casting a quick glance back towards the table, you saw the other three staring right back at you with worried faces accentuated by the soft flickering light if the fire.

You flashed them your best reassuring smile, "I'm fine, everyone. Seriously. Thank you for worrying about me, but I think we should all start eating before Iggy's wonderful meal goes cold."

Prompto frowned at you a little bit before mumbling an agreement, Gladio and Noctis reluctantly following suit.

The breath you weren't aware you had trapped in your lungs rushed out with a whoosh; you could always count on Prompto to be the more emotionally sensitive one and he had clearly noticed that there was something that you didn't want to share. Of course you weren't stupid enough to hide something potentially hazardous to your health, so the blonde figured that if you wanted to share, you would do it in your own time.

Thankfully, the rest of the meal went off without a hitch and you slowly felt the tension draining out of you. However you couldn't help but notice that Ignis was scrutinizing you from his peripherals, firelight glancing off his immaculate spectacles. There was just something about the way you hid your hands so hastily that bothered him, and he couldn't help the small ball of worry that was forming in his gut.

It wasn't until after the dishes had been washed and dried that the advisor managed to corner you alone in the tent.

"Chibi?"

You turned your head to greet your favourite chocobro with a smile, your arms buried elbows deep in your travel bag digging around for a comb.

"Hey Iggy, have you seen my brush anywhere? I can't find it in my bag and Gladio swore he didn't take it this time." Letting out an undignified snort, you rolled your eyes at the Shield's earlier protest of innocence. You had caught him stealing it twice already as he had a terrible habit of breaking his own, and being the only other person with longer hair, you became the unfortunate victim of his theivery.

"I do believe I saw it in your bed roll," Ignis supplied, his velvet voice caressing you as he moved over towards your spot in the tent and flipped over your blanket to reveal your prize.

A satisfied hum left your lips and you brushed past the warmth radiating off Ignis' body. As you turned around to leave and continue with your business, you found yourself with a faceful of chest encased in a white pinstriped dress shirt.

If that didn't startle you enough, the hand that came to grip you at the bend in your left elbow definitely had you stumbling a step backwards.

"Y/N..."

Wide, panicked eyes met sea foam and his grip tightened by a miniscule fraction. Recognizing the desire to bolt, Ignis moved his towering frame to completely obstruct your view of the exit, successfully trapping you near the corner of the tent.

"Let me see your hands. I cannot think of any reason other than an injury that would cause you to go to such lengths to hide." His voice coaxed you and you could see the worry etched in his frown. A worry, that only seemed to increase as the panic in your eyes grew.

Yanking your arm back, you tucked your fists into your sides and sank down until your knees acted as a protective barrier for your crossed arms.

"M'fine Iggy..." You mumbled, trying to keep the tears out of your eyes.

Ignis felt his heart constrict at your vulnerable position before him.

"Chibi... You're clearly not fine if you're reacting like I'm going to hurt you. I just want to check to make sure you do not have any physical wounds that I can make better rather than letting you suffer in silence."

A large gentle hand rested on the crown of your head, stroking back your hair in a soothing manner. The soft rustling of clothes signaled that the graceful fighter had moved to sit down in front of you as he continued his stroking. Although your heart was still beating a mile a minute, you felt your tremors slowly subside under the tried and true method he knew would work on calming you down.

Unfurling a little to look at his face, you felt guilt rise in you as you noted the unabashed concern that Ignis only ever displayed for you. Though your eyes were blurred with tears, the pleading look in his emerald orbs were clear as day and had you slowly settling down cross legged, your shins touching his left one as his right leg was raised and supporting his arm.

"I'm not hurt..." You sniffled, refusing to avert your gaze from anywhere other than the fabric bunched up at the end of your sleeve where your hands were fisted.

Wordlessly, Ignis pulled off his gloves and set them down beside him, his eyes never wavering from your hunched body.

Palms up, he offered you his own hands silently, a peace offering showing that he was willing to go at whatever pace you needed to, but also that he wanted your trust.

Another pitiful sniffle escaped you as you took a shuddering breath and slowly placed your hands in his and unfurled your fists, letting the fabric loosen over your knuckles. Slowly, as not to startle you, Ignis gently brushed back the material and exposed your limp fingers and palm.

You felt the tell tale signs of a blush creeping up your neck as you stubbornly stared at a spec of lint on the floor by your knee.

"...I just couldn't hold the cup, is all... My hands are too small."

Ignis stared blankly at you like he couldn't quite understand what you had just muttered.

What do you mean your hands were too small?? He had never thought to pay attention to such a thing and they looked normal enough on you the few times he actually did notice them.

From the corner of your eye, you caught the confused expression adorning usually handsome features and you let out a defeated sigh.

Removing your left hand from Ignis' grip, you turned it so that your palm faced him, fingers stretched out, in an unspoken request for him to place his own against yours in comparison.

As expected, his hand completely dwarfed your own; the tips of your fingers barely reaching to the base of his. Honestly, you were pretty sure that he could enclose your entire fist in his own without any trouble.

In another world where you hadn't been teased relentlessly in your teens, you would have found it comical how it looked like it was a toddler comparing hand sizes with a grown man rather than two adults of the same age.

The silence hung between the two of you until suddenly, you heard Ignis let out a breathy chuckle, startling your gaze back towards him.

"Is that all it was, Chibi?" He huffed lightly, his lips curving upwards, softening his entire facial expression. Green eyes bore into yours as you watched him bring your hand up to his mouth and press a small lingering kiss to your palm.

"You do not have to be embarrassed about your hand size," repeating the action with your other hand, you couldn't help but flush at how intimate the gesture kissing your palms had felt. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with it in the slightest."

"In fact," he continued, voice nothing but a low rumble in his chest, expression oozing love and fondness, "I find it quite adorable."

This time, the tears that sprung to your eyes were for an entirely different reason as you felt your heart swell with overwhelming love for the man in front of you.

Throwing caution to the wind, you launched yourself at him and he barely had time to catch you as you both went tumbling down.

"Thank you," you warbled happily into his chest, fisting your small hands into the material of his shirt.

Warm, strong arms circled around you, not missing a beat and you felt the hair on the crown of your head stir with Ignis' steady breath, the smile apparent in his voice.

"You are perfect just the way you are, Chibi."

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MAN. WHY CANT I FIND ME AN IGGY IRL?

Guess I'll just have to settle for having him as my in-game bae forever 🙃🙃

As usual, I hope you all liked my writing!

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bluewallsandtallwindows · 6 years

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Freedom

“Sir, I really think you should consider showing some compassion, for once.” Little Martin commented awkwardly from the other side of the room. He was a stubby man who had a set of gills that sat on either side of his neck.

Austen Bizet, with his silver hair and sharply chiseled beard, looked up from his work and assessed his assistant with a critical eye. Being half human, Little Martin was one of the few creatures he found tolerable.

“Please, elaborate.”

Martin’s gills flapped with subtle nervousness, “Well, its just that you’ve made significant cuts to several departments. Several divisions have been halved in size - costing thousands of your employees to lose their jobs.”

Austen looked at Martin over the square frames of his glasses. Calmly, Austen asked, “Little Martin, are you the director of this company?”

“Obviously not, sir.”

“Well I am very glad that we’re on the same page about that. These are very difficult, albeit cost-effective, decisions to make and they take a lot of time and consideration. Don’t pretend like you understand what it is that I do up here. Next time you want to talk to me about compassion, think about how I single-handedly built this company from the ground up. ”

The gills flattened on Martin’s neck as he looked at the ground, “My apologies, sir.”

Austen hummed and looked back to his work, “I’m so glad we’re on the same page, now. If there isn’t anything else, you may excuse yourself. I have work to do.”

He worked until the sun went down, finally putting his pen down as the sky turned from glass to velvet. Most of his employees had gone home. Rubbing his eyes, he took a moment to appreciate the emptiness of the huge building before he packed up his papers and headed towards the transport lines. As he passed by the citizens in the streets, he couldn’t help but admire them with envy. He gazed at winged creatures with a thought of what it might be like to fly and stared at grizzled wizards, wondering what it might be like to have that much power.

“Oi, human!” A lizard-man called at him from up ahead. “Mind giving me a lift?” he sprawled his tail across the side walk. Avoiding eye contact, Austen neatly stepped over it with clenched teeth. It was hard not rise to the bait. Human’s aren’t allowed to drive. Stupid slimy lizard.

It wasn’t long before Austen made it to the waiting platform. He stood close to the edge, waiting for the transit capsule. It was still fairly busy at the station. The noise served as a blissful distraction. The sleek, rectangular body of the train barrelled its way across the tracks and Austen prepared himself to board one of the passenger cars.

Something shoved into him - hard. The world rotated as Austen found himself falling into the tracks, the lights on the face of the transit capsule blinding him. Everything he had worked for, every hardship he had fought against, it was going to end like this. It was going to end with his face pressed into the metal tracks and his body smeared against the metal of the capsule.

He screwed his eyelids together and brassed himself.

Impact never came. Austen opened his eyes. He was suspended, hovering over the tracks, the capsule just meters away. It was silent and he could only guess that the creatures on the platform had been frozen too. Austen instantly knew it was a time spell. Several of his employees used such a thing to extend their break times. He tried passing a policy against such spells but the board majority was against it.

“Austen Bizet,” A voice intruded his head, “you carry a blackened soul. You have oppressed and caused so many creatures great grief. As punishment for your crimes and to purify your soul, you have been summoned to the Correction Chamber. You can accept our invitation or you can die at the hands of fate.”

Something primal in Austen refused to die and he accepted the summons.

There was a sharp twist in his abdomen, and he felt like he’d been yanked sideways. He reappeared inside a large, black room. It was strictly rectangular, with a bed in the corner and a bathroom on the other end. He was still dressed in his business attire but his brief case was missing. On the wall adjacent to the bed, there was a door with three locks. A poem scrawled across the door in white paint.

Sounds of the soul,

Heard from the heart,

Born in the bones.

Austen wasn’t sure what it was supposed to mean but there were three lines and three locks. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that this “Correction Chamber” was some sort of puzzle. He closely examine the locks. They sat in a line, across the width of the door. The first lock had a funnel attached to it. From the second lock, a stethoscope diaphragm dangled. In the third lock, there was a small hole, just wide enough to fit one of his fingers.

Based on experience, he recognized the handy-work to be a warlock’s creation.

As an experiment, he spit in the first lock, placed the stethoscope over his heart and slipped his index finger into the third lock. Nothing happened. He figured it wouldn’t be that easy, anyway. Deciding to acquainted with his surroundings, he shed his blazer and vest, leaving them on the bed. Then, he rolled up his sleeves and started to to examine the rest of the room.

He started with the bathroom. There was a toilet, a stand up shower and a sink equipped with a mirror cabinet. Basic objects littered the shelves. There were soaps and mini shampoos, as well as some basic first-aid items. A few odd trinkets caught his eye, such as the vial of florescent blue liquid and several, empty pill containers. Austen closed the cabinet and moved towards the bed. The bedding was a simple white and he could find nothing hidden within the duvet or the pillows. Just to be safe, he checked under the bed. His hand scraped across a menacing saw and he decided to leave it where he found it.

He considered trying to pour water from the sink into the first lock but he still couldn’t come up with anything to use on the rest of the locks. Without much else to do, other than sit and puzzle out the locks, Austen decided to take a shower. If anything, it would at least pass the time. When he stepped out, he noticed that a clean set of pyjamas had been placed on his bed and a tray of food had been left on the floor. The pyjamas were an uncomfortable flannel and the food was tasteless, but he was warm and at least there was something in his stomach. Sleep was difficult to find. Feeling a little beyond his element, Austen had trouble feeling safe enough to sleep.

He woke up the next morning feeling like he’d just pulled an all nighter. Ignoring his exhaustion, he continued trying to figure out the door. He took another look inside the mirror cabinet and decided to examine the strange blue vial. Tentatively, he dipped his finger inside and pulled it back out. It started to feel tingly after a few seconds and when he couldn’t feel the bottle cap to put the vial away, Austen figured that the liquid served as some sort of anesthetic.

He sat on the bed for a long while, staring at the door and its cryptic message. The silence was sickening. He could feel tiny bubbles of claustrophobia, acidic against the inside of his body and thought about how much longer he would be stuck in this room. Austen took another shower, hoping that it would calm him down.

As the hot water splayed over his back, Austen lathered soap across his body. Content to just stand under the spray, he leaned against the tiled wall. He was surprised to find that his hand slowly started sinking into the wall as the tile was pressed into it. His brows came close together. A hidden button?

He removed his hand and the tile sprang back into place. There was no noise or immediate movement. Austen figured that he would find out what the button did soon enough. He finished his shower and redressed in the flannels. Opting to take a nap, he was still short on any ideas as to how to solve the room.

He wasn’t sure how long he slept. There was no way of telling the time in this room. He got up to take another look at the door, as if staring at it would give him some sort of answer. He noticed something odd, however. The space between the door and the adjacent walls had gotten noticeably smaller. He sat back on the bed and watched the walls for a long while. Eventually, he nodded off again. When he woke up, the room was noticeably different.

The room had gotten smaller again, to the point where there was only a few meters of space between the bed and the opposite wall. Access to the bathroom had been blocked off as a result of the imposing lack of space. The walls were also moving faster, eating up more of the room as they flocked towards Austen. It wasn’t long before he could feel the ceiling against his head. He panicked as cool black surfaces pressed up against his body, sending chills through his flannel clothing.

Austen started imagining the walls pressing his body together. He pictured his bones splintering into tiny shards as he was turned into a mushy pile of flesh and blood. He was right up against the three locks, heart trying to burst through his ribs -

Austen, in the depths of his panic, attained an idea.

In a last ditch attempt, he grabbed at the stethoscope and pressed it against his chest. The diaphragm was cold against his skin, flushed with fear.

The walls stopped, and Austen noticed how awkwardly his body was angled to accommodate the small space. Then the walls started to recede. A tsunami of relief overcame him so strongly that he relaxed into the floor and started to cry. When his body stopped shuddering, Austen noticed that the second lock had turned white in colour. He’d done it. He’d unlocked one of the locks. His leaned his head back and laughed through his tears.

After he’d calmed down a bit, Austin stood up and took another look at the door. He was absolutely certain that each lock correlated to a line in the poem. Quickly, he scrambled into the bathroom and took everything out from the cabinet. He lay each item on the floor near the bed and began to sort. Soap, toothpaste and shampoo were grouped together. He then made a separate collection for the first aid amenities along with the weird anesthetic. He decided to put the empty pill bottles in another group entirely. There had to be something that would help him solve the puzzle. He pulled the saw from under the bed and set it aside, just in case.

Growing bored, Austen decided to eat the lunch that had appeared on the floor. Then he took another shower - careful this time to avoid the hidden button. When he finished, he accidentally caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. I really need a shave. He observed, scratching at the hair that started to grow under his chin. There was nothing else to do, really.

From the floor outside, he grabbed a razor and a bar of soap. Austen lost himself in the repetitive motions, enjoying the mundane nature of the task. He winced as he managed to nick his skin pretty badly. He washed the area as best he could and covered it with a bandaid. It got him thinking as he redressed, dampness still clinging to his skin.

After he pondered the items further, he put the razor next to the saw. Then he rearranged the first-aid pile so that the bandaids and the anesthetic were strictly together. He took another look at the door. He noticed that, while the first and third lines stayed the same, the second line had been replaced with the word “empathy.” He ran the words through his head, Sounds from the soul…Born in the bones… if he needed his heart to open the second lock, it wasn’t much of a stretch to say that he also needed something of his soul for the first lock and, by extension, his bones for the third.

Austen put his index finger in the hole again and wondered…

Hesitantly, Austen poured the antiseptic over his left hand and waited. Then, when he couldn’t feel the limb anymore, he set it flat against the ground and took the saw in his right hand. It was surprisingly easy, the way the saw’s teeth ripped through his flesh. He worked the saw against ridged bone and tried not to black out as his blood rose from his skin, pooled on the floor and soaked through the knees of his flannels.

Finally, after struggling with the rising bile in his throat, Austen was able to rip his finger from his hand. He wasn’t sure if he should’ve felt relieved, happy or scared. Really, all he felt was the numbing tingles in his bloodied hand as he watched the third line of the poem transform into the word “sacrifice.”

He got ready to remove the skin and muscle from the finger but realized he had a bit of an issue. The saw had cut too far and, as a result, the middle and ring fingers were awkwardly hanging off of his left hand - still connected by pink tissue and pulsing veins. Austin felt a fresh assault of vomit launch itself straight from the depths of his body. He never made it to the bathroom before the acidic mush burrowed its way from his mouth. Austen stared at the mess, unsure of what to do with it. In the end, he left it there and returned to the door. Hastily, he wrapped his left hand with the button down he had been wearing on his first day of captivity. He tried to ignore the way blood-roses bloomed through the fabric of the shirt.

Austen steeled himself and got to work. Crudely, he scrapped the remaining flesh from his severed finger until he could only see porcelain bone. Thoroughly disgusted with himself, the finger was shoved into the third lock. Like the second, it also turned white.

He had yet to open the first lock. It wanted a piece of his soul. He tried dripping his blood into the indifferent funnel. Nothing happened. There would be nothing for the rest of his life except for him, the black walls and his mutilated hand.

His frustration bubbled over. He had given up his finger. He was not about to give away his soul and most certainly was not prepared to waste away in this twisted prison.

He shouted at the ceiling, “You want to talk about oppression, you stupid time stopping sadist? Why don’t we talk about the fact that I can’t drive a car because I’m considered an entity below the law? Why don’t we talk about the fact that I can’t put a ban on spells in my own office but I’m not even allowed to dine at restaurants with a rating above three stars?” He took a moment to catch his breath. “You want to talk about empathy and sacrifice? How about you sacrifice your pride and empathize with me.” Austen had to lean against the wall, light headed from the blood loss in his fingers. “All of you - who ever you are, you and Little Martin and everyone who’s not human - stop chastising me for how I choose to run my company. I don’t run it any different from other large businesses and if I sometimes act out of line, that’s because you taught me,” He slid down to the floor, finding it hard to put oxygen into his lungs, “...you taught me to do that. You play your games of… kill or be killed, eat or be eaten like its some extreme sport…and I’m… I’m…” It was hard to keep his voice up and he focused on the locks, trying to finish his sentence. His thoughts were expanding and reforming into unrecognizable shapes. He took another, struggling breath, “I’m done…”

Nothing remained except Austen, the room and the ringing silence. Through laboured breaths, he watched as the first lock turned white and the door swung open. Something awoke in Austen’s body. He felt a petrifying, animalistic fear that the door would close and he wouldn’t be able to open it again. Desperately, he dragged his utterly broken self across the floor, struggling to stand up before he stumbled out the door.

Austin was falling, face first, towards the ground. He smelled the gritty smoke of the transit platform and his eyes made out two, endless parallel sets of tracks that slithered into the darkness of a tunnel. Then, into the side of his body, there was impact so jarring, he felt his skeleton rearrange itself. A blaring horn deafened him into unconsciousness.

It took city officials two days to finish scrapping Austin Bizet’s mangled body off of the transit capsule.

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Goomar (Pt. 2)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: Mafia AU, Smut (Heavy), Angst (Heavy), Fluff (Barely) *No heavy smut in the 2nd chapter either ;) but there will be small sexual actions* Word Count: ??? (I don’t really like to do word counts so I’ll just say that length-wise, my chapters *after chapter 1* will always be pretty long.)

Chapters-

1 2 3 4 5 6 7

*Warning- Strong Language, Explicit Sex, Explicit Sex Talk/References, Gang Violence, Talk of Gang Violence*

Reluctantly, you go with the Min’s to their large estate. Things couldn’t get worse...

Horrid wedding planning, crazy friends, and your soon-to-be husband whom you just can’t understand. Yet, your father raised you to be strong, and to stand by what you want and believe in. You can’t be controlled...and strangely, he liked that.

What does he mean?

Yoongi’s eyes burned into yours as he held you in place by a single finger, your body almost frozen in place at such a simple action. You couldn’t look away, and it felt as if the room was completely empty except for the two of you, who stood almost close enough for the distance to be a step away from intimate.

Your face almost went pale as he slowly licked his lips, the sudden gesture making your legs tremble.

Oh dear lord, what is he doing?

“You must be (Y/N).” You exhaled the breath you were holding in when you heard his voice. The deep vibrato was music to your ears.

Breathe (Y/N), breathe.

Yoongi was toying with you. He knew what effect he had on you. He had this effect on every woman he meets. However to you, this was completely unfair. You had to fight hard to pull yourself from his trance, taking a step away from him and inching close to your father as if he could protect you. You looked up at your father, who only had the same bewildered expression that you had.

“Well as fun as this has been to watch, I must say that it is getting late. We live pretty far from this area and I would like to get back to my estate before noon tomorrow.” Mr. Min said, his nonchalant and bored voice almost catching you by surprise. His voice was almost as melodic as Yoongi’s.

You looked up at your father, who met your stare and a sad smile spread on his lips. “May I have a few minutes with my daughter?” Your father looked at the Min’s with an almost pleading expression. You’ve never seen your father almost seem powerless next to another man. But this wasn’t just another man. He was someone who could destroy your whole family with just a phone call.

Mr. Min nodded once, his permanent frown twitching slightly in annoyance at the fact that he had to wait for you longer than he planned. Your father grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the Min’s, and you quickly glanced at Min Yoongi, who was no longer looking at you.

“I’m going to miss you, Sunshine.” Your father wrapped you in his arms tightly, his face burying in your hair as your face was buried in his chest. You held onto your father tightly, your hands balled up into fists and grabbing a tight hold on his suit jacket.

You breathed in his scent, his familiar smell of cologne and cigars filling your nose and you almost let your tears spill, but you refused. Crying would only make this harder for not only you, but your father, who was almost trembling.

You let go of him slowly, feeling as if you were on display, which you were as you turned and saw that everyone was staring at you, including the Min’s. Yoongi’s eyes staring into yours.

It took a while, but with the help of your family you were able to pack everything you owned and you watched as they loaded them onto the Min’s private jet.

“In case you get cold.” Your father handed you his jacket and you took it. You both knew that the private jet would have a heating system, but you didn’t hesitate as you grabbed your father’s jacket. The only thing that would remind you of your home.

Your father hugged you tightly once more, his eyes filled with tears that you knew wouldn’t spill. You forced a small smile as you looked at your father one last time before quickly following behind the Min’s as they climbed the steps onto their private jet. You wrapped your father’s large jacket around your shoulders, the heavy material covering your upper body completely.

Walking into the jet, you did not know what to expect. It looked better than you imagined. The seats were a clean ivory with black designed armrests and designs throughout the jet. Wine glasses rested on the small counter tops on the sides and there was a mini fridge next to every pair of seats.

You looked around, seeing Mr. and Mrs. Min sitting side by side in the back. Mr. Min looking at his computer while Mrs. Min was on the phone as she did work on her tablet. You then looked at Yoongi, who was staring at you in curiosity. You stood there, awkwardly clenching the jacket draped over your shoulders.

“Are you going to stand there when we take off like a dumb-ass or are you gonna sit down?” You looked at Yoongi in disbelief as you realized that he was trying to insult you. This was different from the Yoongi you met earlier, who was so quiet and mysterious, burning a fire inside of you. This version of Yoongi just made you want to punch him.

You opened your mouth to say something, but you quickly closed your mouth as you realized the situation you were in and you quietly sat down in the seat diagonal from where he was sitting.

You heard him snickering silently and you huffed, turning slightly in the surprisingly large and comfortable reclining seat of the jet so your back was now facing him.

You were told that this was going to be a ten hour flight, so you decided to rest, not wanting to be awake to think about the fact that you were leaving your home forever. Your fingers brushed over your mother’s charm bracelet which was still dangling on your wrist and you sighed softly, wrapping your father’s large coat tighter against your body. The warmth of the thick material and your father’s scent slowly putting you into a deep sleep.

“Get up, we’re here.” You heard that familiar deep voice, but this time you were less than eager to open your eyes to look at the man who was going to be your soon-to-be husband. “Five...five more minutes...” You mumbled and Yoongi rolled his eyes, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek in annoyance as he stared at your sleeping figure.

He suddenly got an idea, and he smirked mischievously. He reached down and rested his hand on your knee and your eyebrow twitched at the sudden contact. He bit his lip as his hand started to softly crawl up your thigh. Your eyebrows furrowed yet your eyes stayed closed.

Yoongi looked at you, tilting his head to the side as he saw that you weren’t going to be easy. He tchiped, thinking quickly before leaning forwards so his lips were only an inch from your neck. He slowly went up to your ear, his breath tickling you. “I want you...” He whispered before going back down to your exposed neck and pressing a kiss against your warm skin.

Your eyes flew open and you jolted back, looking at Yoongi with wide eyes as your hand flew to your neck, your skin burning from the contact of his previous action.

He only looked at you, gloating over his victory. “We’re here, so unless you want to spend the night in this jet again, I’d suggest you come with me.” His face returned to his seemingly normal careless expression before turning around and exiting the jet.

It’s only been one night and Min Yoongi has already made his standing on your ‘Kill List’. You grumbled angrily to yourself as you got up, your eyes straining from the bright light as you walked outside.

Was this really where you were going to live? You looked around in amazement at the large estate surrounding you. It’s a hundred times larger than your mansion back home, and you felt embarrassed that the Min’s saw what they could call a ‘common home’.

You looked at the large men carrying your things through the large wooden door of the Min’s home, and you swallowed hard nervously before walking inside.

Absolutely beautiful. You couldn’t keep your eyes off your surroundings. Paintings decorated the walls, a large golden chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting its bright yellow light over you. You looked forwards at the two staircases on the sides of the main room, leading to the same area that split off as the upstairs and went off into separate hallways which you assumed had bedrooms and such.

“Like what you see?” You jumped when you heard Yoongi’s voice by your ear, his breath tickling that same spot again. You turned around, looking at him with pure irritation. “You need to stop doing that.” You said, frowning at him.

“Or what?” He leaned in towards you and you were quick to back away. “Please take me to my room.” You looked at him, trying to keep your composure when on the inside you were literally screaming. He was ruining you in more ways than one.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow before shrugging and walking past you. “Follow me.” He walked up the stairs and you were quick to follow, your steps almost in sync.

He opened your door, your stuff already placed neatly around the room. You walked past him, looking around your room in amazement. “It’s so big...it’s bigger than my old room.” Your heart sank lightly as you realized what you said. You looked back at Yoongi, who was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Is...Is this really going to be my new home?” You asked, your fingers rubbing the lace material on the end of your dress. He cocked his head to the side, looking at you with a confused expression. “Are you just now realizing this?” He rested his head against the frame, gazing at you. You scoffed at his response.

“I am in no mood for this. If you’re not going to say anything nice to me then leave. I don’t have time for ignorance. I would like to be alone so I can sleep.” You quickly sat on your bed as you stared at him. He looked at you as if you just spit in his food and he scoffed, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek again.

“Listen princess, I don’t know how they treated you back home, and frankly, I don’t care. But this estate, this large area, is filled with mobsters. And not your flower picking, daddy loving, family like you have back home. These people have killed other people. Taken people from their families with no remorse. We don’t show mercy, and we don’t bitch about how crappy our lives are. We also, do not take any shit from snot-nosed brats who think they own shit because they’re marrying the next Don.” He snarled, and you were taken aback by his sudden aggressiveness.

Yoongi didn’t seem like the type to be this rude, but as you thought about it, he was a Min. And from the stories you heard, they were the worst of them all.

“If you want something, you get it. No one is going to do anything for you. So suck it up, and shut the fuck up. Goodnight.” He closed the door harder than you expected, the loud sound of the door slamming shut made you jump, your arms wrapping around yourself.

You couldn’t do anything. You just stared blankly at the door, as if Yoongi were still standing there. But he wasn’t. Snot-nosed brat? How dare he. You huffed loudly, peeling back the soft covers of your bed and you quickly took off your dress, leaving you in only your bra and underwear, and you crawled in. You covered your whole body with the large cover, the soft material laying perfectly on top of your skin. You quickly got comfortable enough to sleep, forgetting that you were indeed in a large home full of cold-blooded, murdering mobsters. And one was soon going to become your husband.

You did not get to sleep for long, since you woke up to a woman calling your name. You opened your eyes to see a woman with long brown hair staring down at you. “Mr. and Mrs. Min have asked for you to join the family for dinner.” She watched as you sleepily nodded as you sat up in the bed before quickly exiting your room.

You were exhausted. Mentally, physically, and emotionally. You also couldn’t get Yoongi’s words out of your head. “ We also, do not take any shit from snot-nosed brats who think they own shit because they’re marrying the next Don.” How utterly rude. You were not a snot-nosed brat,and you certainly did not think you owned anything in this large home. If anything you felt that they owned you.

You quickly slipped on a sweater and jeans, the inside of the mansion of the estate was a little too cold for your liking, but you weren’t going to say anything. You didn’t own anything in this house and the Min’s certainly don’t owe you anything. You will prove Yoongi wrong.

You stepped into the large dining hall, seeing the Min’s all sitting and drinking wine. They all looked at you, Mr. and Mrs. Min only glancing at you briefly before carrying on with their previous conversation. Yet, Yoongi was staring at you, his expression unreadable. You avoided his gaze, his words still replaying over and over in your mind. You sat far from him, your eyes looking down at the plate in front of you.

You didn’t feel hungry. You didn’t feel like sitting with this family that you knew nothing about. You just wanted to go home. You kept your hands in your lap, your head down to avoid the gaze Yoongi had on you. “Are you not hungry?” Mrs. Min asked, her voice soft as she glanced at you.

You looked at her, innocently shaking your head. “No, I’m not.” She nodded before clearing her throat. “Well then, since we’re all here, I thought we’d discuss the future.” She began. “You and Yoongi will be getting married, and since this is my son’s wedding, I decided to be the wedding planner.” She smiled.

“You mean you just want to control everything and give me no say in what I do and do not want to do?” Yoongi interrupted, his eyes on his food as he used to fork to roll the peas around his plate slowly. “As a matter of fact, yes.” Mrs. Min clapped as she smiled wide. That earned a scoff from Yoongi, who rolled his eyes at his mother’s blunt answer.

“So i’m thinking first...what day?” She put a finger to her chin, thinking to herself. “Let’s just do it tomorrow.” Yoongi’s voice made your head shoot upward, looking at Yoongi who was just staring at you with the same unreadable expression. “I-I don’t think I’m ready for that.” You shook your head.

“I agree. Plus, I want to plan this wedding to be the most beautiful and I need time to get everything together. How about..in a month?” Mrs. Min looked at the both of you, an eyebrow raised.

You said nothing, not wanting to be against anything she says. A month is also too soon for you, but your fear of Mr. and Mrs. Min was too strong to protest. You couldn’t forget what Yoongi said. His family was cruel, and didn’t care if you had a family. Your life could end if they wanted it to, and you had no say or chance to beg for mercy. You simply nodded, Mrs. Min’s expression changing fully to a cheerful one.

“Oh, this is exciting!” Mrs. Min said, instantly taking out her phone. “I’m going to make some phone calls.” She stood from the table and quickly disappeared down the hall. This change of character took you by surprise. Mr. Min only nodded in your direction, also following suit and following his wife down the hall.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen her smile until today.” You mumbled, your eyes back down at your plate. You still didn’t want to see him. “I’m surprised you agreed to a month. Are you sure you’re ready for that?” Yoongi’s voice felt closer than you expected, but when you looked up, he was still in the same seat.

It was like he was always near, his voice only inches from your ear. You could still feel your skin burning from the kiss he pressed against your neck earlier. “I wasn’t going to say no to her.” You admitted that you were afraid. There was no reason to deny it. The only thing you refused to admit is that you were also scared of the man in front of you.

You weren’t scared that he’d hurt you. In fact, you knew he wouldn’t. You were terrified of what he does to you. Your mind is still yours but your body was completely under his touch. A single finger.

Yoongi said nothing to your words, nodding slowly before rising from his seat. “I’m going to bed.” His words sounded meaningless and you didn’t meet his eyes as he stood there briefly before you heard the heel of his shoes as he walked past you and through the other hall.

He is in the same hall as you. As if that we’re a surprise, of course it was the same hall. You waited until you felt that he was no longer close and you stood from the table, looking at your plate full of food that you didn’t touch. You had no appetite. Not here.

You slowly walked down the hall towards your room, glancing at all the paintings and small things on display that lined the walls. You were amazed how they could own so many things. It looked like they had expensive objects from all around the world.

You eventually made it to your door, your hand touching the cold handle of your door and opening it. A presence. Even though your room was pitch black, you still felt a presence. You reached out to feel the wall until your fingers touched the light switch and you switched it on, only to see that Yoongi was now in arms reach of you and he quickly pulled you inside, your door slamming shut from the sudden force.

He pushed you against the wall, his hands inches away from your face as he had you locked in place by his hold on the wall. You were trapped. And you could only stare at him with wide eyes as his shot straight into yours. He said nothing, his eyes now looking all over your face, his last spot on your lips.

Your breath halted as he leaned closer, your body shaking lightly. You quickly turned your head. No. You didn’t want this. But the fire burning in your stomach almost made you think something different. He leaned in closer, his lips close enough to your neck that his warm breath made your body shiver, your back slightly arching involuntarily.

What is he doing to you? You felt your heart start to pound out of your chest as his lips slowly grazed your skin and you made a small noise, making him hesitate before slowly pulling away. You looked back at him, confusion clear on your face.

“Stop looking so sad. You’re ruining the mood around here.” He didn’t release you from your station against the wall, his eyes still staring at your lips but were quick to snap back up to your eyes, locking you in place. “Look at me more. It pisses me off when you don’t.” He still didn’t move.

“Eat when food is given to you. I don’t need you passing out all over the place or getting sick and burdening everyone around you just because you’re sad.” His words were soft yet demanding, and all you could do was stare at him as he spoke. “You’re entitled to your own opinion, just don’t piss everybody off.”

He started to lean forwards a little and you quickly turned your head, your eyes shutting. You heard him sigh before feeling his hand grab your chin to turn your face forwards. Your eyes opened to see his stare, his eyes wandering as if he was searching for something. “I won’t hurt you. I will never hurt you. I will never force anything upon you. I’ll always wait until you’re ready.” His hand let go of your face, his arms falling back down to his sides and freeing you from his capture.

You quickly moved from the wall, moving so you were farther from him. He looked at you and you could’ve sworn you saw a look of hurt but if it was there it quickly changed back to his normal carefree gaze.

“Please don’t play with me.” You blurted out those words before your body could stop you, and Yoongi only raised an eyebrow slightly. “I’ve never had a man this close to me. Never had a man touch my skin like you, or put their lips on my skin like you did. My heart doesn’t know what to do and my brain doesn’t know what to think. But I know you think it’s all a joke, to have me feel these things. Please do not play with my feelings. I am here against my own will. I had no choice to come here. I only did it for my father and my family. I am not spoiled, I can take care of myself. It’s only been a day, and i feel like I’ve been trapped for years.”

Your hands came up to wrap around your waist, hugging yourself. “I miss my father. I miss my home. But I have no choice but to be here and to marry you. This is not what I wanted. I want to have my own choices. So I’m choosing to say not to play with my heart, Min Yoongi. I’m not like other girls who may fall at your feet. My family may not be as cruel, but we are mobsters. I was raised to be strong, and to be a leader. I will not be toyed with.”

You hadn’t realized you had been staring at the floor until you looked up to see Yoongi’s eyes, his expression once again unreadable. That just made you frustrated. You wanted to know what he was thinking, and to see him look at you with no emotion made you want to scream. You turned around, not wanting him to see how frustrated he makes you.

“Who is toying with who? That’s what you should be asking yourself.” His words were cold, your head turning quickly to see him already leaving you room, shutting your door behind him. You stood there, astonished. Who’s toying with who? What the hell does that even mean? You were not toying with him, in fact, all you have done is stay silent, and you’ve even taken his insults without saying anything back to defend yourself. All you have done is stay small, surrounded by people who’s status towered over you.

These thoughts ran through your mind all night until you eventually fell asleep, the events of today leaving you extremely exhausted.

Black. That seemed to be the only thing you saw when you dreamed. There really was no explanation for it, nor could anything or anyone help you understand the meaning. That’s just the way your mind worked. Not that you’d complain, since the dreams you’ve heard from other people seemed bothersome.

Sometimes you were glad you couldn’t dream, but sometimes all you wanted was some color. A flash of greens, some reds, or maybe some yellows. But it was the most troublesome when you’d see flashes of yellow and think maybe this was the start of a dream, but would be rudely awakened by the reality that these flashes of lights were not illustrations of your subconscious. Instead they were the flashes of sunlight entering your room as your uncle opened your window blinds, letting the sunlight seep into your room and cast over your eyes, blinding you as you awakened.

You opened your eyes, the sun shining straight on you and you held your hand above your eyes to give you shade to look at the figure opening your window blinds. “Uncle?” You sat up and narrowed your eyes to see clearer and you saw that it was not your uncle. Instead, it was Min Yoongi, who was staring at you with a raised eyebrow at what you slept in. You looked down to see that you stripped down to just your bra and underwear again, your black laced bra on clear display in front of the man.

Your face became red hot as you quickly pulled the blankets over your chest, covering yourself. He could only chuckle, the deep laugh and small smile on his face only made you more embarrassed. “Well, good morning to you too.” He teased, and you pouted, looking away from him.

“Please forget that you saw anything.” You looked back at him. “I’ll try. I just can’t stop thinking about the question if your panties match.” He sneered. Your mouth opened wide in surprise. “Pervert.” You folded your arms over your chest, securing the blanket there. “Only for you, princess.”

You willfully ignored the nickname he gave you and huffed loudly. “Did you come in here to invade my privacy or was there an actual reason?” You glared at him. He said nothing at first, instead just leaning next to the window and crossing his arms. “Well, I was going to tell you that my friends are coming over to play pool, and I want you to be there so you can meet all of them. But seeing how you’re barely dressed in front of me, now makes me want to stay here to see how far this will go.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “You’re so cocky. Who said you were going to get anything from me?” You were obviously annoyed, and that only entertained Yoongi more.

“Well, I am your future husband. To be more specific, your fiance. That puts me on a pretty high pedestal, and it’s a shame that I’m almost close to marrying my fiance and I haven’t even had the pleasure to kiss her.” He was playing with you again.

You narrowed your eyes, your blush returning back on your face. “I’ll meet your friends, but you’ll have to kill me first before I’ll ever let you kiss me.” You snarled, watching as he chuckled again, the sound only infuriating you more. “Don’t tempt me.” He headed towards your door, glancing at you as he took hold of your doorknob. “They’ll be here in an hour.” He closed your door, leaving you alone once again.

You took a long, much needed shower after the day that passed, enjoying the hot water falling onto your skin like bullets. You had your hands through your hair, washing the shampoo from your long locks. Your mind always wanders while showering, and you started to think about your family back home. You wished you could talk to your father, or hear his voice, but all you had to keep him in your mind was a jacket that still smelled of him.

You got out the shower, wiping the fog from the mirror so you could look at yourself, wrapping yourself in a towel and grabbing another towel to dry your hair. You walked out the bathroom, going straight to your suitcase and pulling out a matching red set of lace underwear and a bra. You suddenly remembered what happened earlier with Yoongi and your face became red again as you hurriedly put them on, feeling embarrassed that you had exposed yourself like that.

You own plenty pajamas, but the day was so long and tiring that you simply stripped and went to bed. A mistake that won’t happen again. You opened another suitcase, taking out the dresses that were inside so they wouldn’t wrinkle. You looked at all of them, deciding to put on an olive green summer dress, the end of it adorned with white lace.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, your hair now dry and you decided to put it over one shoulder, your long hair draping over your shoulder and chest. You looked on your nightstand, seeing your mother’s charm bracelet and you quickly put it on, lightly feeling the sun charm dangling from it and smiling.

No matter how much you missed your mother, your memory of her was still strong, and you were happy that you still had her close to your heart.

It took you a few to figure out where the pool room was, but you were quick to find it when you heard Yoongi’s voice along with other men outside the door. You knocked before slowly opening the door, looking to see Yoongi along with six other men staring straight at you. You stood awkwardly, closing the door behind you softly.

“Guys, this is (Y/N). My fiance.” That word still made your heart pound and you looked at Yoongi as he looked back at you with a smirk. “Wow, she’s even more beautiful than you described.” One of them said, his lips forming a smile and you spotting dimples that appeared on each side. “I’m Namjoon.” He said, reaching out his hand which you took respectively.

After meeting all of them, you had a general idea of who they were and their personalities. Kim Namjoon, is really smart and kind, yet he tends to break a lot of things. You overhear the others calling him the ‘God of Destruction’ which you later fully understood.

Kim Seokjin, who you were later told to call Jin, is the oldest in the group of friends, yet he acts like a child. He likes to tell really horrible jokes, though Yoongi’s friend, Jimin, was always the only one to laugh. Park Jimin is very nice and is almost the same height as Yoongi, but he is a lot more playful that him. He likes to tease the others, and he always laughed at jokes, no matter how terrible they were.

Jung Hoseok is so funny that you had to hold your stomach sometimes from laughing so hard. He always had the best responses, and he sometimes did random things to make everyone laugh. You knew immediately that everyone loved him.

Kim Taehyung is not from this world. That’s really all you can say. He’s a sweetheart and also just as random as Hoseok, but he did things that only made you question his state of mind. But you knew immediately that he’d be a friend that you would be close to.

Jung Jungkook is the youngest, so everyone treats him like so, but he is also the most muscular of the group of friends. Jin always tells him to calm down and to relax his muscles as a joke, and he would always just smile, his teeth reminding you of a bunny. You had to admit that he was adorable, yet his muscles told you otherwise.

You sat among them, watching as Namjoon and Jungkook played pool while the rest of them sat on the couches around you and drank beer. Yoongi held one out to you but you quickly shook your head. “I’m underage, plus, I don’t like the taste of beer.” Yoongi raised an eyebrow. You never told him your age.

“Really? How old are you, (Y/N)?” Taehyung asked, looking at you curiously. “E-Eighteen...” You looked at Yoongi, who looked at you with wide eyes. “Woah, Yoongi! You’re marrying a young one. What’s the year gap there?” Namjoon looked at the both of you in surprise. “Like, six years?”

You looked at Yoongi in amazement. “You’re 24?” Yoongi only stared at you, the same amazed expression on his face.

It was late at night when the boys finally left, leaving you and Yoongi alone in silence. He didn’t speak to you once after finding out how old you were, and you looked at him slightly annoyed as he walked away from you to head towards his room.

“Min Yoongi!” You watched as he stopped and turned to look at you. “You didn’t speak to me for hours.” He looked away, his tongue poking his cheek again as he gave you an annoyed glare. “Why didn’t you tell me how old you were. You’re practically a child.” He watched as you walked over to him, close enough to where you don’t have to shout.

“I am not a child.” Your simple words made him scoff and you crossed your arms, returning the annoyed glare. “I’m not a child. I am mature enough to handle my own decisions and situations, and I know right from wrong. I am an adult, and you will treat me as one. So don’t ignore me like that, and do not insult me by calling me a child. I will not be belittled by yo-” Your words were cut short by Yoongi’s hands reaching out and grabbing you, pushing you against the wall hard as his lips crashed into yours. One of his hands held you in place by the back of your neck while the other held you in place against him by your waist.

Your skin was on fire. His hands felt like hot pans as he burned your skin from the inside.

He’s dangerous.

Your eyes were wide open, staring at him as he kissed you hard, the feeling a little painful but his lips were so soft. Your eyes closed slowly, feeling his lips move on top of yours and you couldn’t help yourself from kissing him back, causing a low groan to leave his lips.

What are you doing? This is wrong. This is wrong.

But you couldn’t stop. You kissed him back, immediately letting him take dominance in the kiss as he held you close to him. Your hands went up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer against your lips.

It was as if you were trying to engulf one another. As if no matter how close you were, you wanted to be closer. You wanted to feel his hot skin against yours. You wanted to feel his fingers gently sliding against your body, keeping you in place against his. You felt his tongue swipe against your bottom lip and you quickly felt his tongue slid into your mouth, his tongue sliding against yours, eliciting a moan from your throat.

Stop.

His tongue pulled away and he gently bit down on your bottom lip, drawing back slightly before letting go and moving down to your exposed neck, hungrily leaving wet kisses and marks on every place he could. You bit your lip, your eyes closing as he sucked on one part of your neck that made you moan out loud, the sensitive area making your legs shake and Yoongi’s grip on your waist tightened as if he was holding you up to keep you from falling.

Stop.

His lips returned back to yours, your kisses almost sloppy as you felt his hands go under your thighs only to lift you up against the wall, your legs wrapping tightly around his hips as you felt him pin you harder against the wall. You felt his tongue return back into your mouth, your tongues sliding as you hungrily kissed each other. You felt him grind hard against you, the fact that you were only wearing a dress made you shiver, feeling him over the thin material of your underwear. Your mind which was in a haze finally snapped back into reality of what was happening.

This is wrong. This is wrong. You need to stop this.

You pulled away quickly. Yoongi was quick to look up at you, his clouded eyes almost searching for the reason that you pulled away from him. “Yoongi...” Your words almost came out as a whisper. He looked at you a second more before realizing what was happening and was quick to carefully set you down.

You smoothed out your dress as Yoongi took a few steps away from you, running his hands through his hair. “Fuck...” You heard his frustration and you looked up at him to see him leaning against the wall on the opposite side of you.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me, Princess.” He said, your skin growing goosebumps at how he looked at you.

“I don’t know what you mean. I’ve done nothing to you, accept argue with you over everything.” Your hand ran through your hair, which was slightly tangled from him grabbing at you. He shook his head, his eyebrows furrowing. “You don’t understand, do you?” He looked at you, studying your expression before tchiping and walking past you.

“Forget about it. Goodnight.”

You watched him disappear down the hallway and you fell back against the wall, your hand going to your heart to calm down the fast and heavy beating in your chest. You had no idea what he meant by the fact that you were doing something to him.

You only stood there, still feeling your lips swollen from the harsh kisses and your neck felt tender from the marks he left. Your fingers lightly touched your lips, the feeling of his lips on yours and the taste of him on your tongue still lingered and made you feel like your brain was going to melt.

What did you do to him? What does he mean?

Author’s Note

Hello!

I apologize deeply for posting this chapter so late. I just felt that I was in a rush to finish and I honestly feel like if I rush, it’ll be a crappy chapter so I took some time so it’ll at least not suck as much as I kinda feel that it does.

Just a reminder that even though I’ve written plenty of fanfics, this doesn’t make me an experienced writer. I don’t think I do very well, but I believe that if it’s something I love to do, I’ll keep doing it.

But if you guys really like it, then that also helps too, haha!

This is the second chapter, so if you want more, please don’t hesitate to message my inbox! I’m very quick to respond, unless I’m doing something really important, which can happen so just be patient with me please :)

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I hope this chapter satisfies you, and I’ll try my hardest to make the third chapter ten times better than this one.

This is a growing experience, and I’m so glad that I get to do this with you.

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