30 Day Writing Challenge - Day 6

Write about a blackout (from this list) ➸ totally cheating once again and using this as a one-word prompt instead of probably how it was intended??? oh well. have some canon-verse angst and I’m sorry…

“Do you want to know the stupidest part?”

Foggy looks over at Matt, who’s hunched over his drink like someone might steal it from him. Then again, the fake IDs that got them into this bar were honestly not the highest quality, so it’s not an entirely baseless fear.

“Granted you’ve told me like three details total about what happened between you and Elektra, I will take any additional information you want to divulge, stupid or otherwise.”

Matt blinks at him with hollow eyes. “You just said a lot of words to me.”

Foggy sighs. “What’s the stupidest part, Matt?”

“I thought—it’s just—you’re going to think I’m a moron.”

“I won’t,” Foggy says, grabbing his shoulder and giving it a firm squeeze. “I think you’re extremely smart, buddy. You might be the smartest person I know, okay? Just tell me. I promise I won’t judge.”

Matt looks so utterly fragile and lost in that moment that Foggy honestly doesn’t want to hear what’s going to come out of his mouth next, because he just knows it will break his heart. It’s been hard seeing Matt in such bad shape and to know almost nothing about what happened between him and his girlfriend after he’d disappeared with her for two weeks. Foggy had been a wreck about it, beside himself with worry and yet without a legitimate reason to excuse himself from classes and responsibilities, so he’d walked around for those two weeks like a shell, keeping up appearances, until Matt came back. His relief at his reappearance was quickly replaced by a new kind of worry, when he saw how miserable and unstable Matt was in the wake of…whatever happened. Matt still couldn’t be induced by any means to give Foggy a straight answer on that count.

“I thought I was going to marry her,” Matt says, quietly. If Foggy hadn’t been actively trying to hear him, that statement would have been lost to the noise of the bar.

“That’s not stupid at all,” Foggy says, allowing the hand on Matt’s shoulder to slip over to rub his back between his shoulder blades.

“I thought she was my soulmate,” Matt adds, with some vitriol, in the direction of his drink, like he wants to spit the words in there to drown them.

“She wasn’t,” Foggy replies, firmly, because it seems like the right thing to say up until Matt’s face crumples.

“I think she was,” he says, miserably, as he buries his face in his hands. “I think she was and she left anyway and that’s it for me.”

“I don’t—hey, listen, Matt,” Foggy says, shifting his chair over so he can wrap his arms around Matt’s shoulders completely. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I said she—I didn’t know her that well. Maybe she was your soulmate. I don’t know! I’m not convinced that’s anything but a nice story we like to tell ourselves to make life more bearable or to impose meaning on random events.”

“This pep talk sucks,” Matt says, in the vicinity of Foggy’s collar. Foggy can feel his breath on his neck and it’s weird but not enough to get him to move away.

“Sorry. What I mean to say is, if soulmates are real, and Elektra was yours, then it’s not over yet. Maybe you’ll meet again someday.”

“I hope not,” Matt says, darkly.

Foggy resists the urge to roll his eyes at yet another vague but still concerning allusion to this terrible breakup. He’s trying to be sympathetic but Matt’s whole Catholic guilt lone wolf shit does test him sometimes, if he’s being honest. Still, one look at Matt’s pale, sorrowful face in the neon lights of this dive bar is enough to remind Foggy what they’re doing here.

“I think it’s much more likely that, if we have soulmates at all, we probably get more than one,” Foggy continues, hoping that if he just muses vaguely enough, he’ll stumble on something that makes Matt feel better. “So, you’ll get another chance to—”

“You mean like you and me?” Matt asks, and Foggy’s brain does a full factory reset as he tries to parse that question. He can’t possibly mean…

“Oh, like—yeah, you and me and, well, everybody could have more than one soulmate. Exactly.”

“No, that’s not—” Matt shakes his head, which, given his current position, is functionally just nuzzling his face into Foggy’s neck. “I mean, how you and me are soulmates. Kind of.”

“You and me?” Foggy asks, casually despite not feeling casual at all. “You think so?”

“You’re—yeah. I mean, you’re basically—you’re family to me but…also more than that. If that makes sense.”

It doesn’t and Foggy’s been holding himself back from drinking too much tonight because he wants to be able to get Matt home safely, but he does feel like he might throw up on this table right now. He tucked away the part of him that found Matt attractive somewhere deep and secret and well-fortified in his soul a long time ago, in the interest of not fucking things up with his best friend in the entire world, and he certainly can’t trust anything Matt says now when he’s drunk and lonely and heartbroken. But he’s never loved anyone as completely as he loves Matt and it’s such a pathetic, hopeless situation that he doesn’t let himself think about it except on really special occasions when he wants to feel bad.

“I’m not sure anybody has ever loved me as much as you do,” Matt says, like it’s not a crazy thing to say, here in a shitty bar near campus, after a breakup with his girlfriend, to someone he’s never even kissed.

“I doubt that,” Foggy says, even as he, selfishly, wants to claim it, even as he knows it to be true. “You’re very lovable.”

“We should get married.”

Foggy laughs, because what else can he do, under the circumstances. “Now? It’s pretty late. The courthouse won’t even be open.”

“No, I mean, we should get married someday,” Matt says, petulant like Foggy’s the one being ridiculous here for not following his thought process. “When we’re older. If we haven’t met anybody else.”

That last condition is enough to break Foggy’s heart all over again, but he does an admirable job hiding it, he thinks. Matt’s drunk and very distracted, and more importantly doesn’t know anything about how Foggy feels, really, despite his proclamations on the subject a moment ago, so it feels safe to assume he won’t notice any signs of disappointment or hurt in this split second before Foggy swallows those feelings and pretends to be his usual upbeat self. That’s who Matt really needs right now, and so that’s who he’ll be.

“How much older?” Foggy asks.

“Old,” Matt says. “Like, thirty.”

“Okay,” Foggy nods, already able to find this funny. Matt won’t still be single by the time they’re both thirty. He’ll be married by the time they graduate law school, most likely, so it won’t be an issue. Foggy doesn’t like to think about it, but he knows it’s true.

“You’ll do it?”

“Maybe,” Foggy says. “Ask me again when you’re not blackout drunk.”

“I’m fine,” Matt objects. “I’m not blackout. Not even close.”

“Then we can pick this conversation up in the morning, no problem!”

Matt nods, drunkenly. “Absolutely.”

Matt doesn’t bring it up in the morning, of course. Foggy never really expected he would, either, and doesn’t permit himself to be disappointed about it, no matter how much he would like to.

tethered pt. 2 | jjk

✰ pairing. — emo!jk x reader

✰ genre. — early 2000s au, best friend's older brother, childhood friends to lovers, smut, light angst.

✰ word count. — 10k+

✰ warnings. — swearing, family issues, friendship betrayal, mention of drugs/alcohol, smut [ cunnilingus, rough sex, ...idk how else to describe it ] reader and jk are both 18+, minors dni.

✰ a/n. long awaited part 2! the amount of love i received from part one was overwhelming and it means to world to meet that so many people instantly fell in love with this couple. another part is already in the works!

✰ taglist. @ahgasegotarmy116 @hellbornsworld @kissyfacekoo @littlestarstinyseven @skzthinker @cuntessaiii @nikkiordonez12 @ilikekpop-c @busanbby-jjk @xjjk187 @aloverga @kookcobain @mzeji @bxcndd @hoseokteardrop @canyon-lwt @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad @jksteponme @parkinglot-nights @chromekingkong @jk97bam [ if i didn't tag u it's because tumblr didn't allow me to! ]

part one | masterlist | ao3 | buy me a coffee?

“Did you seriously think I wouldn’t find out?” Somi is glaring daggers at you upon opening the front door, arms crossed across her chest as she eyes you. Her lips are twisted into a disgusted snarl, you’ve never seen her this upset before.

You swallow the lump in your throat, “Find out about what?”

She cocks her head to the side, squinting her eyes at you. “Don’t act like you don’t know.”

Fuck, you’re screwed. If there were a list of all the reasons why you shouldn’t have had sex with Jeon Jungkook, the simple fact of  him being your best friend’s brother would be number one.

With closed eyes, you let out a relieved sigh. As much as you wanted to wait to tell Somi about hooking up with Jungkook, it’d be an enormous weight off your shoulders not having to hide it any longer. It’d only been a few days since it happened, but you really hate keeping secrets from her.

“How’d you find out?” You question, chewing on your bottom lip.

“My parents told me, duh.”

Holy crap, Jungkook told his parents the two of you had sex? Why the fuck would he do that?

“They did?” You ask, completely bewildered.

“Well, yeah!” Somi finally uncrosses her arms, demeanor completely changing as her gaze softens, “Why didn’t you tell me your sister got engaged?”

Thank God you didn’t elaborate any further.

“Oh! Because they probably aren’t gonna last.” You respond, stepping into the Jeon household once Somi allows you to enter. It’s been a few days since you’ve been here, mostly due to the fact that you were completely avoiding Jungkook.

The empty condom in his trash bin had been plaguing your mind nonstop, you could barely even sleep from how embarrassed you were. Why did he fake his orgasm? What if he didn't fake an orgasm and just shot a blank? Did you do something wrong? Was he not attracted to you? Why was the condom empty? 

Seeing him in person would’ve only intensified the thoughts roaming in your head, so you avoided him at all costs up until now. You’d promised the Jeon siblings that you’d finally see Twilight with them and their friends despite not being able to function correctly around either of them. 

Somi snickers, following you into the living room. “Ooh, that’s not nice.”

“It’s true, though,” you explain, “she’s still so young, only a few years older than your brother. I mean, can you picture Jungkook getting married in a few years?”

The regret from that question fills you almost immediately.

“Sure,” Somi responds, pausing to greet the eager doberman charging at her. “As long as he finds the right person. He’d get married in a heartbeat.”

You want to ask what Somi’s definition of “the perfect person” would be for Jungkook or the type of girl she’d be willing to set him up with. It’d probably be the unnamed, mysterious redhead you recently dreamed about curb stomping (yikes!).

You don’t respond to this, taking a seat on the sofa when the sudden shout of your name has you flinching. It’s Somi’s parents, excitedly greeting you with open arms as you politely stand to properly hug them. “I feel like it’s been so long since we’ve seen you! How’s your family? We just heard the news about your sister!” Mrs. Jeon ambushes you with questions, all while cradling your face.

“About how she’s making the biggest mistake of her life?” You half-joke.

Mrs. Jeon playfully waves a hand in your direction as she steps into the kitchen, her husband only a few feet behind. “Oh, don’t say that. I’m sure the two of them will be very happy together.” She turns to her husband, grabbing his hand, “I just can’t believe Imogen is getting married. I still remember when she first started high school.” 

Mr. Jeon sighs in disbelief. “I know,” he mumbles, nodding at you. “You’re up next soon, huh?”

“Maybe she can marry Jungkook,” Mrs. Jeon comments, opening her fridge, “set him straight.”

“Gross, Mom. Don’t wish that on her.” Somi groans in disgust as she plops down next to you.

Well, that answers your previous question.

“We should probably get going, right? To make it in time for the trailers?” You ask.

“Yeah, we should.” Somi responds, tilting her head up towards the staircase, “Jungkook! Hurry up and come downstairs! We’re ready to go!”

“Gimmie a minute!” He shouts back, and a chill runs down your spine. It’s been too long since you’ve heard his voice. The last time you saw him, he was lying naked in his bed; you’re not sure how you’ll survive being around him all night knowing what your last encounter was like.

As promised, Jungkook is sliding down the staircase a minute later and nails the landing. He’s wearing a black Twilight shirt featuring the leading couple, black cargo pants, and, of course, black sneakers. He looks like his usual self until you take a closer look and notice the reddish-black eyeshadow that decorated his eyes. It wasn’t much, just enough to make his eyes pop, and it complimented him perfectly. A second later, you see the black nail polish neatly coated on his nails. You have to blink a few times to ensure this is real life and you’re not trapped in a wet dream.

He strolls into the kitchen, ignoring the stares from his parents before digging through the fridge. His mom clears her throat, crossing her arms at him.

“What?” He asks, retrieving a two-liter Mountain Dew bottle. 

“Seriously, Jungkook? The makeup? The nail polish?” She questions, clearly frustrated.

Jungkook cocks his head, unscrewing the soda bottle’s lid. “What’s wrong with it? Somi’s wearing the same thing.”

“Son, you know that’s different.” His father interjects.

Jungkook takes a swig of the soda before responding. “Why? Because she’s a girl?”

“It’s not like that, hon. It’s just…we didn’t make a big deal of it when you first started the piercings, and the tattoos, and the hair dye, but this…it’s a little much. Don’t you think?” His mother asks.

You want to step in and remind his parents that Jungkook is old enough to make his own decisions and express himself as he pleases, but it’s not your place. Instead, you cheer silently when Somi surprisingly interrupts the discussion. “Did you guys seriously force him to come back home just to criticize how he presents himself, or would you rather have a peaceful summer?”

“We aren’t trying to criticize him, Somi. We’re just looking out for our child.” Mr. Jeon responds.

“It’s a special occasion, Dad. Is it bad that I wanted to look nice for—” Jungkook abruptly cuts himself short, quickly glancing in your direction before returning his attention to his parents. “...to go see Twilight with my friends?”

What was that about?

Silence passes, and the three stare at each other until Mrs. Jeon sighs defeatedly and says, “No, there’s nothing wrong with that, sweetheart. I hope you guys enjoy the movie.”

“We will,” Jungkook responds, closing the soda bottle lid and placing it back in the fridge. He heads for the front door, beckoning you and Somi to follow behind. He’s eager to leave the house, quickly swinging the front door open and jogging towards his car.

You and Somi say goodbye to her parents with a promise to be home by eleven before following in Jungkook’s footsteps, who already has the car running. As you wait for Somi to finish locking the front door, Jungkook rolls down his window and shouts, “Hurry up! Let’s go!”

“Will you calm down?!” Somi throws back, rolling her eyes as she finally removes the house key from the lock.

You follow her towards Jungkook’s car, sliding into the backseat as you pretend not to notice Jungkook watching you through the rearview mirror. He wants you to look at him, but you refuse, busying yourself by buckling your seatbelt and convincing Somi to do the same. Once Jungkook is convinced you’re not going to do so much as glance at him, he puts the car in drive and pulls into the road.

Somi talks your ear off in the backseat about whatever comes to mind while you keep your eyes on the window. It’s hard to not notice Jungkook glancing back at you through the mirror at every red light or stop sign, but you don’t dare meet his gaze.

The movie theater’s parking lot is crowded when you arrive; it takes Jungkook a few minutes to eventually locate a spot. A smile is plastered on his face as he parks the car, eager to see some of his closest friends after being separated for months. He informs you and Somi to disregard anything foolish he friends may say, claiming they arrived early to smoke behind the movie theater, so they’re more than likely too high to function properly.

Jungkook shrugs when Somi asks why people do that, shoving his hands into his pockets as the three of you approach the theater entrance. "Some people say it makes the movie experience better."

You want to ask Jungkook if he's ever been high, but you can barely even bring yourself to look in his direction, let alone ask him a question. So you're silent as the three of you enter the movie theater, instantly spotting Jungkook's bandmates in the far corner.

Well… Jungkook's bandmates and one other guest.

The bubbly redhead greets you guys first, running up to Jungkook with open arms as if they haven't seen each other in a million years. It makes you want to vomit.

You look away as they hug, directing your attention to the concession stand employee who had already been watching you. His name tag reads 'Beomgyu,' and he resembles a younger version of Jungkook, with the same dark hair and similar lip piercings. His eyes stay on you until a customer blocks your path, and you're back to watching Jungkook reunite with his friends.

"Hey, you were the one at that party, right? With Somi?" The redhead asks, squinting her eyes at you.

"Yeah." Is all you respond with, because why in God's name is this girl talking to you right now?

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Scar," she introduces herself, extending a hand for you to shake.

Somi interjects, grabbing ahold of your wrist while glaring at Scar. "Your name is Scarlett."

She drags you along to the ticket booth, mumbling about how she doesn't like nor trust Scar. When you ask for her reasoning, she responds with, "I don't need one. I just don't like her."

At least you're on the same page about that. 

Still, you can't help but wonder why Somi has a distaste for Scar. You have your petty reasoning for disliking her, but Somi (more than likely) has better knowledge of Scar's personality, so whatever reasons she dislikes her could be legitimate. 

You're thinking of this as Jungkook orders the tickets for everyone, asking the employee to give him a minute when the friend you recognize as Yugyeom starts tapping his shoulder. "We should go see Saw instead; it just came out."

Jungkook looks genuinely confused at the suggestion. "What? No, we came here to see Twilight."

"So?!" Jaebeom chimes in, eyes red as the devil, "Come on, dude, you've already seen Twilight. Don't you wanna see something new?"

"Fuck no, we're literally in the middle of buying the tickets." Jungkook reminds everyone.

"I kinda wanna see Saw, too."

"Same."

"Yeah, me too."

"I do, too."

Jungkook whips his head around at his sister, "What? Even you?"

Somi scoffs, "Well, yeah! Twilight just seems boring in comparison."

"Come on, guys," the employee interrupts, "you're holding up the line."

Jungkook turns towards you. "Do you still wanna see Twilight?"

Truthfully, you want to go home; but seeing how excited Jungkook was for the movie made you feel something, so you nod. He lets out a relieved sigh. 

He moves out of the way to allow his friends to buy their tickets first, slipping his sister cash to pay for hers, which she initially rejects. "I don't need your money," she claims.

"Just take it, Somi. I brought it for you." 

From what you can make out, it's enough to cover her ticket and grab something from the concession stand. The pair of siblings may bicker a lot, but it's nice to know Jungkook still looks out for his younger sister whenever he can.

Somi reluctantly accepts the money and purchases her ticket; you watch as Jungkook follows suit, ordering two tickets for Twilight and stopping you from opening your purse. "Don't worry about it."

"Oh, it's fine. I have enough." You reassure him.

Jungkook laughs to himself, "Why are the two of you like this?" He questions, fishing out crumpled dollar bills from his pocket and handing them to the cashier, who sighs in annoyance, straightening and inspecting each bill before placing it in his register.

You don't know why Jungkook insists on being so nice to you despite your persistence in not speaking to him. A part of you wonders if he thinks this is some kind of date now that the two of you will be separated from the group. It doesn't matter. You don't know why you're overthinking it.

Once all the tickets have been purchased, the seven of you head towards the concession stand. Somi debates pushing herself to the front of the long line, claiming that the theater should make accommodations for those whose movie is starting sooner. Or something like that, you can't really focus with the way Beomgyu is staring at you. You're used to guys always staring, but they tend to shyly look away upon making eye contact. 

Beomgyu is quite the opposite, staring you down every chance he gets. Your skin feels hot, and you're suddenly anxious under his gaze. 

When the group ahead of you has finished ordering and is heading off into their theater, you're sure to stick close to Jungkook as you approach the counter. Beomgyu eyes him over once before returning his gaze to you. "What can I get for you guys?"

Jungkook takes the liberty of ordering a large popcorn for the two of you to share and doesn't even get mad when you request a slushie instead of a fountain drink. He doesn't let you pay, swatting your hand away when you absentmindedly reach for your purse. "You seriously have to stop doing that." He mumbles, handing Beomgyu the cash.

Beomgyu quickly prepares the popcorn and Jungkook's drink but takes his time making your slushie. He's sure to fill it to the brim, and you're worried it may accidentally overflow and leave a sticky mess. "You didn't want candy or anything?" He questions, handing you your drink. 

You shrug, "Maybe Twizzlers, but—"

Before you can finish, Beomgyu is reaching under the counter and sliding you a pack of Twizzlers. "On me."

"Oh, are you sure?" You ask, hesitant to accept the free candy.

Beomgyu sends Jungkook a cocky smirk before he responds, "Yeah, enjoy the movie."

You thank Beomgyu and pretend to not notice the death glares the two boys are sending one another before walking with Jungkook to your theater. "That guy was weird." He comments.

"Yeah." You agree, but it's definitely not true. Beomgyu was friendly and clearly interested in you, unlike Jungkook, who sent you nonstop, draining mixed signals. If his definition of weird is someone straightforward, then you should start going after weirdos.

Once you're settled in your seats in the back of the theater — per Jungkook's request — he clears his throat and says, "So, I tried messaging you on Facebook. Didn't get anything back."

"Oh, sorry. I haven't been using Facebook that much." You reply, hoping your lame excuse is believable enough.

He nods, eyes bouncing between you and the movie trailers playing in the background. "Yeah, I figured." He says. When you don't respond, he continues, "I would've asked Somi for your number, but I didn't want her to get suspicious or anything."

"That's smart." You admit, nodding in agreement.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asks suddenly, his full attention to you.

You finally make eye contact, and the expression on his face makes your heart sink. He looks genuinely concerned and confused by your sudden coldness. You hate being so mean to him, but you're too embarrassed to explain the real reason why you've been avoiding him. So you nod and say, "Just a little tired."

It's clear he doesn't believe this; the same expression is still on his face as he refocuses on the movie trailers. 

You hate how awkward it feels to be around him now. Never in a million years would you have guessed the two of you would end up like this. A week ago, you would've been overjoyed at the idea of being on a movie date with Jungkook, and now you're considering leaving early and catching a taxi home.

The two of you remain silent as the rest of the trailers play on, and Jungkook immediately sits up in his seat when the lights finally dim and the curtains are pulled back further. He's reticent throughout the movie, aside from a muffled chuckle occasionally; he even side-eyes anyone making too much noise.

You enjoy Twilight nonetheless, agreeing with Jungkook that you do, in fact, dress like Bella Swan from time to time. When he asks if you liked it as you're exiting the theater, you tell him it was very nice and that you hope there'll be another movie.

Jungkook smiles at this, tossing his empty cup in a nearby trash bin. "I'm sure there will be. Maybe they'll even cast you as Bella's stunt double since you already have the clothes."

"Shut up." You tease, and it feels nice to joke with him as usual. You may finally have the courage to tell Jungkook why you've been so distant these past few days.

Saw doesn't get out for another few minutes, so you're stuck waiting in the lobby for Somi and everyone else. Jungkook gestures towards the nearly empty slushie cup clutched in your hands, "You get free refills on that, I think."

You take his word, strolling over to the concession stand. Beomgyu spots you immediately and gestures for you to skip around the line. You shake your head, but he still beckons for you to come over. You feel bad, but the line has gotten longer since you were first here, and you really don't want to wait in a long line just for a refill. 

"What flavor?" He asks once you've slid him your cup.

You tell him anything is fine and he gets to work, combining the cherry and blue raspberry flavors. "How was the movie?"

"It was good. The vampire stuff was cool."

"Have you seen Saw yet? It just came out."

"No, I haven't."

"It's so good; if you wanna give me your number, maybe we can see it together sometime."

What is it with guys offering to take you out to a movie they've already seen? You're not complaining; it's just odd.

Beomgyu is clearly interested in you and has offered to take you out. You'd be silly to pass up on this guy just because your current relationship with your longtime crush is at a standstill. So you accept, scribbling your phone number down on a napkin with your name underneath. He promises to call you once his shift ends and that he looks forward to seeing you.

When you turn to meet up with Jungkook, he's gone. You catch him storming out of the theater, hauling ass to his car.

You run to catch up to him, calling out his name and begging him to slow down.

When he finally does stop, there's a look on his face that you've never seen before. He gets angry all the time, but this was something completely different. "So you were just using me, huh?"

What? What is he talking about?

"Using you for what?"

"To lose your virginity. You just wanted to get it over with, right?" His voice is slightly hushed now but still loud enough for you to feel embarrassed about anyone passing through the parking lot.

"Jungkook, what are you talking about?"

"You used me to lose your virginity, so when you date other guys you can tell them you've had sex before. Is that what this is?"

This accusation hurts, considering that Jungkook was the only guy you've ever been interested in romantically and sexually. You don't know where this theory originated, but you don't like it.

Jungkook continues before you respond, "I tried reaching out and talking to you, and you just blew me off! And yet, here you are, giving your number to random guys! Am I not good enough for you?!"

"It's not like that, Jungkook!" You don't mean to raise your voice at him, but you can't help it. Both of your emotions were at an all-time high.

"Then what is it like?!"

Here goes nothing.

There are already tears forming as you go to explain yourself. "I didn't reach out to you because…because I was embarrassed."

"You were embarrassed to have sex with me?"

"No!" You yell in reassurance, "No, no, no. Of course not. I was embarrassed because I know you didn't finish. I just thought maybe I did something wrong or didn't do enough."

Jungkook quirks a brow at you, "What makes you think I didn't finish?"

You really hate that he's making you explain this. "I saw the condom afterwards; it was empty."

"You went digging in my trash can to find the condom?" Now he looks more disgusted than confused; this is going so horribly.

"No! I saw it when I went to get my phone off the charger."

Jungkook takes a minute to process everything, scratching his chin in deep thought. You can't tell what he's feeling, but he does look hurt. It makes you regret avoiding him in the first place.

"So, you were prepared to never talk to me again over an empty condom?" Despite his stern demeanor, he's clearly shaking as he questions you.

You want to say no, that it wasn't a case, but you can't bring yourself to lie to him again. So you say nothing. Jungkook nods at your lack of response before turning around and walking towards his car. You remain still, frozen in place, watching as he sits on the hood of his car and smokes a cigarette.

If it weren't for Somi finishing her movie within the next few minutes, you would've walked the entire way home.

This bitch is driving you crazy.

Your older sister, Imogen, is home for a few days to start her wedding preparations. The fake bridezilla persona she's putting on bothers you the most, bursting out in tears at the most inconvenient times or having a breakdown about selecting a theme. Deep down, she doesn't care about any of this bullshit; she's like you about parties or big events.

"This is literally the biggest day of my life, and you're being so fucking difficult." Imogen snarls at you, pouring herself a cup of coffee. You're sitting a few feet away on the kitchen counter, staring out the kitchen window. Despite Imogen's occasional yelling and snarky comments, all you can think of is Jungkook.

It's been an entire week since the movie theater incident. You haven't stopped by the Jeon household not once, telling Somi you fell ill and don't want to get her sick. It's another lame excuse, but she buys it, opting to talk to you on the phone daily until you recover.

You have yet to speak to Jungkook; it's not like you've tried. The idea of messaging him on Facebook and not receiving a response makes you anxious. It's hard to believe you subjected him to the same torture not long ago. It doesn't help that Scarlett is suddenly all over his page, commenting on nearly every one of his posts, writing on his wall, or tagging him in pictures. Your recurring dream of curb-stomping her is back in full force.

You sigh at your sister, "Whatever you say, Imogen."

She waves dismissively at you, "Please, don't even talk to me right now."

You hop off the counter in annoyance and stomp off towards the staircase, mumbling, "Fucking drama queen."

"Language." Your mom warns you, flipping through one of the several bridal magazines your sister has stacked on the coffee table.

Imogen scoffs, setting her mug on the counter. "I'm the drama queen? Whenever I talk about my wedding, you throw a fucking fit!"

"Why are you pretending to care about this stupid wedding and that stupid boy you barely even know?!" You shout back from the staircase.

"If my wedding is so stupid, then don't come!"

"I don't even want to go to your stupid wedding, with your stupid fiancé and your stupid red velvet cake that no one's going to fucking eat!"

This is probably the dumbest fight you've ever had.

Imogen doesn't respond to this, advised by your mother not to and to let you stomp up the stairs in a furious rage. You make a beeline straight to your desktop, waking up the computer with a mouse shake and entering your password.

Facebook is already open once you've signed in, Jungkook's page staring right back at you. You're ashamed to admit you'd been cyberstalking him, but you had no choice. Seeing him in person would've been too much, but you still want to ensure he's doing okay.

There's a new post up when you refresh the page; you chew on your bottom lip as you anxiously wait for it to finish loading.

It's a picture of his dirty Chuck Taylor's perched upon a wooden stool. You recognize the background immediately; he's in the treehouse in his backyard. You and Somi would spend hours up there as kids, giving each other manicures and exchanging secrets; now, you can barely look her in the eye without bursting out in tears. You hate how complicated things have become.

A light tap against your door has you swiveling around in your chair. It's Imogen, leaning against your doorframe with her arms crossed. "Who's that?"

"Somi's brother." You respond, scrolling to a photo that actually shows his face.

Imogen steps further into your bedroom, squinting her eyes at the computer screen. "Oh, yeah. Hasn't changed much, has he?" When you remain silent, she asks, "Would it be wrong of me to assume he's the real reason why you're so upset?"

You sigh, letting your shoulders drop. "You'd be very correct, actually."

She nods in understanding, sitting on the edge of your bed. "So, what's going on? You like him?"

"We kind of like each other, I guess." You mumble. Honestly, you're not quite sure how Jungkook feels about you at the moment.

"And Somi doesn't approve of it?"

You snort, "Somi doesn't know. There was nothing to tell her at first, but things have changed."

"Are you guys dating?"

"No. We actually haven't talked in a week. I may have hurt his feelings."

Imogen nods towards your desktop, “Where is he now?”

You shrug, “Home, I guess.”

She stands, stretching out her limbs. She glances around your room, locates a jacket dangling lifelessly from your doorknob, and tosses it to you. “Let’s go.”

Taking an impromptu trip to the Jeon household had you sweating. What if Jungkook doesn’t even want to see you? What if Somi catches you talking and asks what’s going on?

Each concern you raise is instantly shot down by Imogen, claiming you’re creating excuses to avoid seeing him, how you’re only imagining the worst possible scenarios. You appreciate her overwhelming support but can’t help the nervousness creeping through your body as her car approaches the Jeon household.

“Remember, be apologetic but not desperate,” Imogen informs you, putting her car in park in front of the house.

“I am desperate.” You remind her.

“Well, don’t let him see it. You got this.”

You thank your sister one last time for the advice before stepping out of her car. You’re careful to avoid being seen from windows as you make your way into the backyard; not entirely sure what you’d say if Somi were to catch you.

You scale the tree quickly, silently praying the old wooden steps are stable enough to hold your weight. 

You sigh in relief once you’ve reached the top, only to groan at the sight of Scarlett sitting across from you. She looks up from her iPod with a bright smile, quickly pulling out her earbuds as you enter the treehouse. “Hey, stranger! Watcha doing here?”

Her enthusiasm really makes you sick. “Came to see Jungkook,” you pause to glance around the tiny, wooden deathtrap, “but he’s nowhere to be found.”

“He’ll be back soon; went to use the bathroom,” Scarlett informs you, running her hands through her hair. “So, you guys really like each other, huh?”

What? She knows about that?

“Jungkook told you?” You question, trying your best to appear unbothered. You’re unsure where she’s going with this, but you have no reason to trust her.

Scarlett nods, “We tell each other everything. So when he told me you guys weren’t talking, I may have devised a plan to help you come around. You do use Facebook, right?” She smirks

Holy shit, all the posts of them together were to make you feel jealous enough to have a conversation with him; and your sworn enemy was the mastermind behind it. It was all a ploy to get under your skin, and you fell right into the trap. 

“You’re a stubborn little thing, though. Didn’t think it’d take you so long.” She comments, slipping her jacket on.

You shrug, “I didn’t think he’d want to talk to me.”

“Jungkook always wants to talk to you. I don’t mind it, though. You seem good for him.”

Aside from Somi, Scarlett is probably the last person you would’ve expected to be supportive of your relationship with Jungkook. So, to hear she’d been secretly rooting for you behind the scenes nearly gives you whiplash. You almost feel wrong about your dreams of shoving her face into the pavement.

You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “So, nothing is going on between you guys?”

Scarlett grimaces as if you deeply offended her, “Of course not! Don’t get me wrong, he’s cute, but not my type. His sister is cute, though.”

Woah.

“Somi? Jeon Somi? You’re into her?” You ask, completely stunned.

“Hell, yes. Hey, do you think you could set us up? Jungkook would never.”

“You do know that Somi can’t stand you, right?”

Scarlett excitedly nods, “I know, it’s kind of a turn-on.”

You hold your hands out to stop her from elaborating any further. Scarlett has surprised you in more ways than one in less than five minutes. You’re sure any new information would’ve made your head explode.

“I’ll…try my best.” You promise; not quite sure how Somi would feel about the idea of Scarlett liking her.

“For what?” A voice interrupts, causing you and Scarlett to direct your attention to the treehouse’s entrance. And there he is, in all his gothic glory. 

“Girl talk, none of your business,” Scarlett responds, making room for Jungkook to crawl in. 

“Fine. You keep your secrets; I’ll keep mine.” Jungkook groans, sitting between the two of you.

“Will do. I’m outta here. Got a hot date with a box of hair dye. See you suckers later.” Scarlett waves goodbye as she exits the treehouse, reminding you of your promise before disappearing down the steps.

Jungkook clears his throat, sweeping his hair away from his eyes. "So—"

"I'm sorry," you cut him off, "I should've reached out and talked to you, but I was just too embarrassed and didn't know how to approach you about it. I really like you, and I wasn't using you to lose my virginity. I mean, you're the only person I've ever been interested in. So, again, I'm sorry."

He sighs, "I understand why you were embarrassed, but I promise it had nothing to do with you."

"Then what was it?"

Jungkook anxiously scratches the back of his head before he responds. "It's just that…sometimes…it takes me a little bit longer to, uh…to finish."

Oh.

"Is it because of your…size?" You can't help but wonder.

Jungkook snorts, "What, you think I'm big?"

"I'm out of here." You joke, faking as if you're about to leave.

"Wait, wait, wait." He stops you, "I was only kidding. I never really thought size played a factor in it, but every guy is different. But, still, that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy us having sex. I mean, you had already finished, and I didn't want to tire you out just for my sake."

Knowing he had a perfectly reasonable explanation makes you feel even worse about spending all that time avoiding him. You want to tell him you wouldn't mind him tiring you out, that the idea excites you, but you refrain.

A beat of silence passes, and you ask, "But, I'm sure if there's something that you're really into, then it wouldn't take as long for you to finish. Right?"

Jungkook nods, "I guess."

"Then, what is it? What are you into?"

He coughs, tips of his ears turning a light shade of pink. "Um…I guess I'm into…roughness?"

Ah. 

"That's not a big deal. A lot of people are probably into that."

"I mean, it's fine either way, but I mostly prefer when girls are kinda rough with me. Fuck, this is embarrassing."

"It's not!" You reassure him, placing a gentle hand on his knee, "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. I appreciate you trusting me enough to tell me."

Jungkook stares at your hand on his knee before placing his own on top. You twist yours upwards and interlock your fingers, not missing the smile that forms on his face. His bangs have swept into his eyes again, and you use your free hand to move them out of the way. "It was my first time, too, by the way."

You snort, "You don't need to say that just to make me feel better."

"I'm serious," he continues, "I mean, I've gotten pretty handsy in the past, but nothing like what we did."

You shake your head, "I don't buy it. You seemed so experienced like you knew what you were doing."

Jungkook shrugs, "I mean, I'm not completely innocent. I may occasionally watch certain videos and read certain stories from time to time."

Porn and smut. Beautiful combination.

He shakes his head, "You still don't believe me; how come?"

You sigh, memories of the night before he left for college flashing in your mind. How you ran home in tears, how he only responded to Scar's comment on Somi's Facebook post. It almost hurts to think about. "The night before you left for school, there was an opened condom wrapper on your floor. I just figured…you know."

Jungkook nods at the memory. "I wasn't gonna go to the dorms the next day. I was planning on running away, that's why I gave you that bandana. After my parents helped bring my stuff to the dorms, I was gonna put everything in my car then take off."

You're having a hard time processing this information. Why would Jungkook plan on running away? What does this story have to do with the empty condom?

He continues, clutching your hand even tighter. "I only told a few people I was leaving, and there was this one girl who came over to say goodbye. She'd been really into me for a while and was heartbroken that I was leaving. We were about to hook up, hence the condom wrapper, but I couldn't do it."

"Why?" You question.

"Didn't feel right. I wasn't into her the same way she was into me. Just couldn't do it." He explains, eyes staring deep into yours. You believe him; you know he's being truthful.

"What made you decide to stay?" You ask.

"For Somi," he answers, "I couldn't just leave her like that. And for you, too."

Though you've felt it for many years, telling Jungkook you love him is too soon. But you want to, so very badly.

"I'm glad you decided to stay." Your voice is barely a whisper now as you try to stop yourself from tearing up.

He nods, "Me too."

You sit in comfortable silence for a minute, clutching each other's hands. You wish you could stay like this forever. 

"I just realized you never told me if there's anything you're into." He points out.

You shrug, "Just you." And it's true: Jungkook is the only person you've ever been interested in. Everything he says and does is genuinely attractive to you.

He drops your hand gently, using it to tilt your head towards him, and he kisses you. 

You're quick to cradle the back of his head as his hands snake around your waist, deepening the kiss. You move to straddle his lap, slowly pushing him onto his back. He grunts in surprise, breaking away from the kiss. "You—"

"Stop talking." You demand before your lips intertwine with his once again. With one hand on his chest, you reach to grab a fistful of his hair and tug lightly, earning a satisfied moan from him. You're not used to being rough with guys, but you're sure Jungkook enjoys it with the way his erection is already pressing up against your thigh.

Reluctantly, you pull away from him and sit up, staring at him sprawled underneath you in complete awe. "Alright, I'll message you my number so we can text. See you later."

"No! No, no, no. Please don't go." He pleads, holding you in place when you go to stand, "Just stay a little longer, please."

You smile down at him, fighting the urge to stay in the treehouse. "I can't. Imogen is waiting out front. We'll see each other soon, okay?" You promise, planting a kiss on his forehead.

Jungkook nods, fingers drumming against the floor as he watches you crawl out of the treehouse. "Don't be too surprised if I seem extra excited to see you next time." He calls after you.

"Trust me, I won't."

Jungkook is the first boy to ever sneak in through your bedroom window.

He carelessly tosses his backpack in first, cringing when it lands on your carpeted floor with a loud thud. Though you’ve assured him your parents are heavy sleepers, he’s still worried you’ll get in trouble if he makes too much noise and accidentally reveals himself. “Sorry,” he apologizes, wrist gripping your forearm as you help pull him in.

“It’s fine,” you whisper back, “they’re not gonna wake up.”

“Still,” he grunts, using his upper body strength to pull him further into your room. “Don’t want you getting in trouble.”

It’s a day after the treehouse incident; as promised, you sent Jungkook your number and spent all day texting back and forth. Despite not being big on texting, you admire how Jungkook likes to keep you updated on what he’s doing and how he checks up on you to ensure you’re okay. 

“We’ll be fine, but just in case, I did make room for you in my closet in case you have to hide.” You inform him.

Jungkook stifles a laugh, “Good to know.” He settles himself on the edge of your bed, moving over once he realizes he’d sat on a pile of clothing. “Oh, were you about to shower?”

“I was,” you answer, moving the clothing over to your nightstand, “but I’ll wait until after you leave.”

He has to stop himself from making a joke about joining you in the shower. He nods, leaning down to drag his backpack towards him, “Guess what I got today.”

“What?” You question, legs folded underneath you as you sit beside him.

Jungkook slowly unzips his backpack, careful not to make too much noise before rummaging through it and clutching something in his hand. He momentarily turns his back towards you, clips something to his shirt, then turns back around.

There’s a name tag on his chest now with his name scribbled in black ink and a little star next to it. “A job?”

He nods, “At that music store, Spin City. Need to start saving up before classes start. Plus, I wanna take you out somewhere nice before summer’s over.”

You gulp, “Like, a date?”

“Yeah. I mean, unless… I don’t know. I just kinda figured…” He trails off, suddenly worried he may be scaring you off.

You grab ahold of his hand, “I know, and trust me, you’re perfect, and I want us to be together. But, the night we saw you at that party, I did ask Somi if she would be upset if I was into you. Surprisingly, she said she wouldn’t mind as long as I talked to her before making a move on you. And, well…”

“We made a move on each other without telling her,” Jungkook finishes for you.

You nod, “Exactly.”

He sighs, “So, I’m guessing that means you wanna wait before we make things official.”

“Yeah. No matter what, I still want to be with you. But it’d be best for all of us to get her on board with this first. Show her how much we truly care for each other, and make sure she’s okay with it. So she knows my relationship with you won’t affect our friendship, and vice versa.” You explain. Jungkook’s eyes never stray from yours, listening intently and nodding at everything you say.

“That’s fair,” he agrees, “It’s a good idea. Do you want me to talk to her? Or for us to talk to her together?”

You shake your head, “She’ll definitely freak out on you; it’s best if I do it alone first, then you talk to her afterward.”

Jungkook leans back against your bed, resting his head on your pillow. It’s funny how different your aesthetics are; he looks perfectly out of place, sprawled on your baby pink pillow surrounded by teddy bears. “When?”

“I dunno,” you respond, lowering yourself until your head rests comfortably on his bicep. “Doesn’t have to be right away. As long as it’s before we move into the dorms.”

“We shouldn’t wait too long, though. It’ll only make things worse.” Jungkook mumbles, pulling you closer to him.

“I know. I’ll have a talk with her soon, I promise.”

You interlock pinkies to solidify your promise and ease his nerves. You hadn’t realized how anxiety-inducing this was for Jungkook as well. The idea of Somi not approving of your relationship had him genuinely worried. 

“But, you should know that no matter what—” he starts.

You cut him off, “I know.”

The hands that once purposely dumped slime in your hair are now tugging your panties down your legs.

“Can we try something?” Jungkook asks with a mumble against your lips, your soft blue underwear now clutched in the palm of his hand.

“Like what? I actually make you come for once?” You joke, earning a laugh from Jungkook.

“Don’t worry about me.” He presses another kiss against your lips, “You trust me?”

“Of course.” You respond, sitting up in Jungkook’s bed as he moves backward, never breaking eye contact with you. He pushes your skirt up slightly but pats your hand away when you go to remove it altogether.

“Leave it on.” He commands, bringing himself at face level with your cunt.

You’ve never felt this shy in your life, grateful your bunched-up skirt created the tiniest barrier between having Jungkook see you all flustered. Never had you been this intimate with a guy, especially not a guy you technically weren’t even dating.

His thumb is circling your clit before you have the time to protest, to tell him he doesn’t have to do this just for your sake, but the feeling of his fingers pressed against you has you at a loss for words. 

“This okay?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You respond, tilting your head upwards to stare at the ceiling.

Before you know it, his middle and index fingers are pressed against your opening, eliciting a gasp from your lips. At your reaction, Jungkook slips his finger into your entrance, thumb still playing with your clit. He insists on being teasingly slow today, wanting to draw out every moment and observe your reaction.  

He pumps his fingers in and out of you in a slow, consistent motion, an amused smirk on his lips when he hears your breathing become ragged. Abruptly, he slips his fingers out of you, moving your thighs to rest them atop his shoulders. 

“Wait, you don’t have to—oh fuck.” You’re cut off by Jungkook pushing himself forward, placing a sudden kiss on your clit that has your hips jolting in the air. His hand grabs your waist and licks at your slit, keeping you in place as he gently returns your body to his mattress. 

His growing erection is the last of his worries, all too focused on dragging his tongue across your cunt. He flattens his tongue, pulling the wetness upward until he’s circling your clit again. In search of something to grab onto, your hands grip the bed sheets until Jungkook reaches forward, moving your hand over to grip his hair.

His eyes are closed when you look down at him, and you swear you can hear him moan as he eats you out. You try your best to keep the noise down out of fear someone will hear, but you can’t help but yell out when he’s back to fingering you, all while circling your clit with his tongue. 

Your grip on his hair tightens, pushing his face further into your pussy, and he lets out a satisfied groan. It’s embarrassing how quickly your orgasm approaches; everything with Jungkook is so intense. He knows this, eyes fluttering open to watch your expressions. Black eyeshadow is smeared across his eyelids as his eyes focus on your own, hands gripping your thighs as he tongue circles your clit.

His fingers are relentlessly pumping into your cunt now, contrasting against how teasingly slow his tongue is moving. He pulls his mouth away, lips glistening with your arousal, and asks, “You close?”

You don’t respond directly, but the grip you have on his hair gives him all the answers he needs before he’s diving back in. It doesn’t take much for you to come after that, a final kiss pressed on your clit, sending you over the edge and coating Jungkook’s fingers.

Jungkook doesn’t stop there, still continuing to lick and suck your clit until you’re begging him to stop from the overstimulation.

“Sorry.” He apologizes, planting a kiss on your inner thigh, “Was that good?”

“That was literally the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You respond. Jungkook lets out a laugh as he crawls up next to you. “I should be upset with you, though.”

“What?” He questions, peppering your face with kisses, “Why’s that?”

“I came over to talk to your sister about us, and you distracted me.”

“How’d I do that?”

“Because! You came downstairs in your eyeshadow. Then you were all like, ‘Oh, hey. I cleaned my room; wanna check it out?’” You mimic a deep voice that sounds nothing like his. 

“I apologize for putting on eyeshadow, bringing you to my room, and eating you out. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?”

“I guess.”

You both laugh at this as you move to pull your skirt down. “Hey, how’d you realize you like it when girls are rough with you?”

Jungkook shakes his head as the memory returns to him, a shy smile on his face as he glances over at you. “A couple years ago, I was picking on Somi for something. I don’t even remember why, but it got to the point where my parents were telling me to stop, and I wouldn’t. Then, you just started yelling at me out of nowhere, and I don’t know why, but it was the hottest thing ever. I was in awe. I really thought you were gonna slap me. Since then, it’s just been a turn-on of mine.”

“Wow. That’s actually kind of pathetic.” You tease.

He groans, “Please don’t say that. You’re gonna make me hard again.”

Laughter is shared between you once again before you lean your head down to rest on his chest, the sound of his steady heartbeat making you feel calm. A comfortable minute of silence passes before you have to address the unfortunate inevitable, “Somi should be here soon, right?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook mumbles, “within the next ten minutes.”

You sigh, “Next time I come over, I’ll have to tell her about us.”

The next time you stop by the Jeon household, Jungkook has you bent over in the backseat of his car.

His finger digs into your waist as his cock is plunging into you at full force, emptying all the thoughts from your brain. You still haven’t fully adjusted to his size, but you don’t care; the pain of being split open makes you come faster. It feels better.

Jungkook insisted on taking things slow, telling you that you’d need to adjust to his size, but the moment you sunk your dripping cunt onto him, he was under your spell. 

Your body lunges forward with every rough stroke Jungkook gives you, hands buried in your hair as he pulls you up against his chest. His hand moves from your hair down to your neck, tilting your head back while applying the slightest bit of pressure against your throat. Your eyes close out of instinct as tears form in the corner of your eyes before trickling down your cheeks. He kisses them away one by one before settling his lips on your neck. You make a mental note to check yourself for hickeys afterward.

You’re coming around him before you realize it, body spasming as you grip the driver’s seat headrest. Jungkook shows no signs of stopping or slowing down; in fact, he’s sped up even faster since fucking you through your orgasm. He lets go of your neck to push down on your back, left hand gripping your waist while the right intertwines your fingers with his. 

A few strokes later, he’s finally coming and jokes about showing you the used condom as confirmation.

You shake your head, gesturing for him to pass you the shorts he’d tossed in the front seat. “I can’t believe I let you trick me again.”

“What?!” He exclaims in utter shock, reaching in the front seat to grab your discarded clothing, “How exactly did I trick you?”

“I came over to talk to Somi, but then you were all like, ‘Hey, come look at my car; I just got it washed.’” You playfully roll your eyes, searching around the backseat for your underwear.

“Can I keep these?” He asks suddenly, the most nonchalant expression on his face as your panties dangle from his middle finger.

You scoff, reaching to snatch them from him, confused when he retracts his hand. “I think I will keep them until you talk to Somi. Since it was you who wanted to talk to her first.”

“Then, I guess I’ll get them back tomorrow because I’m definitely talking to her today.”

Except you don’t.

You spent the entire summer sneaking around with Jungkook and procrastinating about having that talk with Somi. It was anxiety-inducing, to say the least, and you had no idea how she’d react. You tell yourself she won’t be upset as long as you assure her your friendship won’t be affected by you dating her brother. 

You’re scheduled to move into the dorms within a few weeks, so it’s best to sort things out now before you all live under the same roof, unable to avoid one another. Jungkook doesn’t seem nervous at all. In fact, he’d given you a pep-talk the day before you showed up at their home.

“She can’t stay mad forever.” He pointed out, eyes sealed shut as you do his eyeliner.

“I know,” you mumbled, adjusting yourself on his lap, “but that girl can hold a grudge.”

“Right, but this is you we’re talking about. You mean a lot to her, to both of us, actually.”

His words play in your mind as you enter the Jeon household, following Somi into the kitchen. “Baking something?” You ask, a sweet, decadent scent hitting your nose.

“Brownies for some stupid bake sale my parents are having. Help me clean up?” She asks, pouting her lips at you.

“Sure.” You agree, under the assumption that there wouldn’t be much to even clean up. 

Boy, you were wrong. It’s like Somi used every dish in the house to make one sheet of brownies. There’s no backing out now; you already agreed to help, and it’d be best to stay on her good side for now.

She gets to work rinsing each dish before handing them to you to load the dishwasher, moving quickly to get everything done faster.

“What a beautiful friendship.” A familiar voice comments; you fight back a smile as Somi groans at her brother.

“You wouldn’t know; you don’t have any friends,” Somi responds, laughing at her words.

“Neither will you, soon,” Jungkook whispers back, groaning when you swat him in the chest. “Any brownie batter left?”

“None for you. Shouldn’t you be at work?” Somi asks, handing you another dish.

Somi takes a break from rinsing off the dishes to bicker with Jungkook for a minute. You tune out from the conversation, dipping your fingers into the leftover batter bowl and gathering the chocolate on your fingers.

“I’m leaving, I’m leaving,” Jungkook says. When Somi finally directs her attention elsewhere, Jungkook takes the opportunity to grab your wrist, bringing your fingers up to his lips before sucking the chocolate off them. 

Your eyes practically bulged out of your head, nervously glancing behind you to ensure Somi hadn’t seen anything. You swat at Jungkook’s chest for the second time, and he laughs as if you’re being overly dramatic. It’s odd how surprisingly calm he is about everything. His demeanor would have worried you if you didn’t trust him so much. 

Jungkook wipes the renaming bit of chocolate around his lips before mouthing ‘Good luck.’ You give him a nervous smile, watching as he slips past Somi and leaves out the front door. You get back to work, making small talk with Somi as you help her load the dishwasher.

It’s now or never.

“So,” you start, “we’re gonna be living together soon.”

Somi smiles, “Finally! God, I can’t wait to have some freedom. My stupid curfew is a major cock-block. Right when things are finally getting good on a date, I have to go back home. So fucking frustrating. There’s literally cobwebs in my vagina.”

You snort, loading the final dish into the washer. “Well, you won’t have that problem anymore.”

“I know. And maybe you’ll even find someone worthy even to date you.” Somi jokes, hopping on the kitchen counter.

“Uh, what if I already have found someone…worthy enough?” You question, pressing a few buttons to get the dishwasher going.

“As if.”

“Somi, I’m serious.”

She sighs, still not buying your confession. “Alright then, who is it?”

“...Your brother.”

A beat of silence passes, and then Somi doubles over in laughter, nearly slipping off the counter several times in seconds. It takes her a minute to catch her breath, clutching her collar for support as she regulates her breathing; even tears are forming in her eyes. “Holy fuck, can you imagine? You and my brother? Jesus Christ.”

“Look, there really isn’t an easy way to say this, but we really do like each other. We’ve been…together this whole summer. Well, not officially; I didn’t want to put a label on anything without talking to you about it first.” You finally confess. The weight on your shoulders doesn’t immediately drop as you expected; it’s like the load has gotten heavier.

Somi has a blank expression as she stares at you, eyes darting around the kitchen as she processes the information. “You’re serious?”

You nod.

She shakes her head, “What kind of friend are you?”

Fuck.

“Somi, please, let me—”

She cuts you off, hopping off the counter and inching towards you. “So, what? All this time, you were using me to get close to Jungkook? Out of every fucking guy on the planet?!”

“No! Of course not! Somi, I never even imagined myself in a relationship with him until this summer, I swear!” Your voice trembles as Somi approaches you. The two of you have never been in a physical fight before, but the expression on her face tells you there’s a first time for everything.

“Oh, really? You expect me to believe that, huh? So it’s just a coincidence that you guys suddenly got together right before we’re all gonna be living in the same building?”

“I know it doesn’t sound great, but—”

“I think you should go.” Somi cuts you off calmly, her sudden change in demeanor shocking you. A moment ago, she looked angry enough to hit you, but now, she seems a few seconds away from breaking down in tears. 

You nod understandably, telling Somi to take all the time she needs and to call you when she’s ready to talk. 

She doesn’t say a word as you exit her house, and you wonder if you’ve just lost the best friend you’ve ever had. 

“I’ve never seen her this angry, Jungkook. I thought she was gonna hit me or something.” You groan, ear pressed up against your phone as you rant to Jungkook.

It’d been a few hours since you left Somi’s house; Jungkook had promised to call you during his break to hear how the conversation went. You’re still shaking as the memories flood you, how your best friend in the world accused you of using her. What a fucking joke. 

“She’ll get over it, trust me. Y’know, before I called you, she spent five minutes yelling at me over the phone. Five fucking minutes, and I just took it. She’ll be fine.” He says, following up with a loud slurping noise that suggests Jungkook has chosen to have ramen for lunch.

It’s astonishing how calm he’s managed to stay this entire time.

You flip over on the couch, head resting on the armrest as you stare at the ceiling. “I just don’t wanna lose her. She’s a fireball, for sure, but she’s my fireball. I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

“I just told you you’re not gonna be without her, okay?”

“...Okay.”

There’s a knock at your front door, most likely from the pizza delivery Jungkook had sent to your house.

“I gotta go. The food is here. Are you still stopping by after your shift?”

“Of course. You gonna be alright?”

“Yeah,” you stand, making your way to the front door. “I’ll save you some pizza.”

He chuckles at that, “You better. I’ll see you later, okay? I love you.”

He what?

“You what?” You pause, hand on the doorknob.

“I love you, and I’ll see you later.” He hangs up.

You don’t have time to process his words; the knocking at your front door happens again.

Twisting the knob, you’re met with Somi staring back at you. “Somi? What’re you—”

“I don’t care if you date Jungkook.” She claims, storming through your front door, “If you guys want to be together, then I’m not standing in the way. But I will not be your friend if you date him, so it’s either him or me.”

You follow Somi into your living room, your pulse quickening upon hearing her ultimatum. “Somi, that’s not—”

“Before you choose…as a girl, and as your friend, I have to be completely honest with you.” She sighs, fingers nervously raking through her hair as she sits on your couch. “I called Jungkook after you left, and he talked to me about you guys.”

You nod, taking a seat next to her. “Okay, and…?”

She sighs again, taking your hand in her own. “Everything he’s ever told you was a lie.”

Saw you take requests!! Can you do a fluffy Wednesday x Shape shifter!Reader (no smut please) where it's Wednesday's writing time but she can't think of ideas so reader turns into a cat and curls up on Wednesday's lap? Basically helping Wednesday by making sure Wednesday can't get up until she writes a chapter. Thanks!

Orange kitty - drabble

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Words: 0.8k

A/n: i feel like we as a fandom haven’t been putting the orange cat x black cat trope in enough fics. this is me advocating for orange cat!r

“I feel your eyes on me, (Y/n).”

“I’m not allowed to look at my friend anymore?”

“It’s distracting. You’re inhibiting me from writing.” Wednesday isn’t fully lying. She just doesn’t add how you give her an odd feeling. An odd feeling she doesn’t like.

“Aww, do I make you nervous, Wens?” You laugh, deciding to ignore the glare she sends your way

“Keep talking and I’ll remove your voice box.”

“Please, I think you’d miss me too much” You roll your eyes, stretching on Wednesday’s bed

You turn into a cat as per Thing’s request, and you two start to play tag around Wednesday and Enid’s shared room. Thing happily bragged that you and him were better friends once. His hubris only resulted in Wednesday taking away his favorite lotions for an entire week.

The Addams girl huffs when she, yet again, makes a mistake on her typewriter. This was unlike her. The tiny trash can under her desk was nearing being full only after one or two hours of her failed attempts at writing. Wednesday put her hands in her lap after she realized her words only became futile

The abrupt stop of clacking keys makes you turn your head, giving Thing the perfect opportunity to tag you back on Enid’s bed. You quickly turn human again with almost a cartoon-ish pop, and ask Thing if Wednesday was allergic to cats

“She’s not, why do you ask?” He signs

“Do you think she’d kill me if I sat on her lap?” You sign back, not wanting Wednesday to hear

“As a human, most definitely. But if you were a cat maybe she’d tolerate you. No promises, though” Thing somehow shrugs using his thumb and pinkie finger as arms. God, you loved the weird appendage

“I can hear you two talking. I’d prefer if you’d leave me in silence.”

“Writers block?”

“No, I’m merely thinking of the correct words to use.”

“Maybe you should ask Enid for help. The woman can reach over the Twitter character limit in like… three seconds. Two if she’s really excited”

“Recommend such a horrid idea again and I’ll release you in my pen of hellhounds.”

“We both know I’d win” You cockily smirk, again ignoring what looks to be annoyance on Wednesday’s face. Then again, she always looked annoyed

“Your hubris is laughable. Let’s see how you suffice when your digestive system is ripped open.”

“Tempting, but I’d rather stay here with you”

You can only assume Thing listens with watchful… fingers? You execute your plan to him, and a quick pinkie-promise indicates he gets to bury you if Wednesday decides to kill you after the stunt you’re about to pull

“Hey, Wens?” The Addams doesn’t show any form of talking but you decide to keep going

“Did you know people say cats can lessen anxiety?”

The Addams hums in acknowledgement, so you continue

“Well, I don’t exactly believe it”

“And why is that.” Wednesday sighs. Sometimes she wonders why she indulges in you

“I dunno, just seems fake. I was wondering if you’d do an experiment with me?”

“I’d rather not.”

“Great! Thanks, Wens” You give Thing a quick wink after turning into a cat and hopping up onto her desk. Turning your head to the side as if you were asking a question, you looked at Wednesday for an answer

You were crazy, but not crazy enough to do something to make Wednesday hate you

For some reason, the Addams girl doesn’t even have a second chance to think before scooting back her chair. You’re about to jump into her lap with a paw over the edge of her desk, but you glance up to make sure Wednesday was sure. You receive a small nod

The action is enough to make you whisper a small “thank you” but it only comes out as a small meow

You circle around her lap for a good area to lay, and you quickly take your spot with a tiny smile that makes your eyes close. Wednesday scoots her chair back in, and she has absolutely no idea what to do.

Only when you start to purr a shiver goes up her spine. The vibrations are light, and something about you happily laying on her lap makes you chip away at Wednesday’s walls the tiniest bit. She contemplates where to put her hands before Thing scurries on top of you to scratch behind your ear. Wednesday shoots him a deathly glare in return, but your favorite Addams (don’t tell Wednesday) stays put

As if showing Wednesday how to pet a cat, Thing gets off of your back and points a finger in your direction. Hesitantly, the Addams girl copies the actions Thing showed her

And you? You were having an amazing time. Wednesday’s fingers were cold but every stroke of her hand was calculated. She took note of which spots you purred louder, and continued her movements

Fuck you and your ability to get what you want, Wednesday thinks. Of course your smug ass knew cats lessened anxiety. Of course.

But Wednesday can’t help being addicted to your tiny purrs and vibrations

With her left hand fondling your ear and her right on her typewriter, she decides maybe a cat could be arranged in her novel.

Jungkook

𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓣𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱 [Cookies]

Jimin isn't sure anymore what to think about you and Jungkook. But maybe tonight he realizes something.

Tags/Warnings: Human!Yoongi, Human!Jimin, Rottweiler hybrid!Jungkook, Cat hybrid!Reader, Enemies to friends to lovers, mentions of past trauma, some Yoonmin here and there oops, Main story focus are MC and Kook though, some Angst in this, major fluff too, christmas!!!

Wordcount: 3.1k words

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Jimin has no idea how to talk to you anymore.

It’s not like you became an entirely different person overnight, or as if Jungkook actively keeps him away from you- it’s just.. awkward. He’s seen you search online for jobs, something you’ve never done before, or at least you’ve never actually seemed to be interested in that. And neither has he ever wanted you to do get one- he’s making enough money for the both of you, you don’t have to provide for yourself.

But he believes that Jungkook might have something to do with it.

“jiminie?” You say, skipping towards him to put your phone down, a page opened. “can you drive me to my job interview tomorrow?” You ask, and Jimin frowns, looking at the page on your phone.

It's an email. You’ve been apparently asking for a job at a local grocery store to just help stock the shelves and such, but Jimin worries. “are you sure?” He asks, and you deflate quite a bit. “eight hours a day is a bit much to start with..” he says, and you huff, slumping over onto the kitchen counter.

“But I wanna have my own money too…” you mumble, complaining when the door opens, Yoongi entering.

“But baby you don’t have to? Just tell me how much you need and I’ll give it to you.” Jimin says, earning some attention from Yoongi who gets himself a bottle of cold coffee from the fridge.

“But then- noo, that’s not right!” You huff, tail smacking against your chair you’re sitting on. “no, I need my own for that!” You complain. “eight hours isn’t a lot! I can do that!”

“Can I look at it?” yoongi asks, and Jimin slides the phone over with a sigh. “eight hours five days a week. Have you ever worked before?” He wonders, and you sheepishly shake your head. “then eight hours might be a bit much as a start. Don’t they offer part time positions?” He asks, and you shrug.

“I’ll get less money then though..” you say disappointed, leaning back a big as your legs swing around.

“Work your way up then.” Yoongi encourages. “it’s a good job, decent pay even as part time.” He mumbles, looking through the job description. “I’d like to look over the contract before you sign it though. Just to make sure it’s all good.” He says, turning around to throw the bottle in the trash.

Jimin notices instantly how you look at Yoongi.

“There’s my princess!” Jungkook however breaks through the moment, picking you up from the chair you’re sitting on to hug you, tail wagging with excitement. He’s apparently just come home from work to pick you up- like he always does.

These days, the moment Jungkook is available, you’re gone out of sight.

Yoongi has already slowly brought up the topic of potentially changing the living situations permanently in the future- switching around so to speak, with Jungkook and you living in one house, while Jimin and Yoongi occupy the other. Of course, this wouldn’t be official due to the fact that both Jungkook and you are still hybrids and therefore legally not allowed to rent or own any land or property, but it could still work as long as the paperwork stays the way it is right now. Jimin isn’t really sure if he likes the idea.

He knows it’s inevitable, but that doesn’t mean he likes it.

Jungkook and you are gone as quickly as always, with the dog hybrid helping you wrap your scarf around your neck to keep you warm outside. He’s taking you for a bit of a date- he’s doing that a lot in fact. But especially now- with Christmas fast approaching and your love for all things sweet, it’s the perfect time to spoil you rotten.

You don’t tell him about your job hunting. You kind of want it to stay a bit of a secret.

“Do you know what you’d like as a Christmas present yet?” He wonders, warm hand holding yours as he swings them a bit, both of you walking through the busy streets full of food stalls and advertisements. You think a little, unsure.

“I don’t know.” You admit. Jimin and you always exchanged tiny presents, never truly having to think about what to gift the other.

“hm, I’ll have to think of something then.” He chuckles, squeezing your hand a second before he looks ahead again.

Back home, Jimin and Yoongi are arguing once again. “I’m just saying- what if they can’t keep the house tidy? She’s pretty messy..” jimin worries.

“Jungkook will get her to clean up, don’t worry he’s a bit chaotic but they’ll manage.” He easily defends. “jimin, I know it’s hard to let go but-“ he sighs when Jimin turns around, facing away from him. “-she’ll stay close? Literally next door.” He offers.

But it’s not enough. He wants you home.

“She’s already looking for a job. She clearly must be thinking of it too.” Yoongi says. “You can’t keep that away from her. She deserves that freedom.”

“She never worked before. She wont last.” Jimin says, sitting down again to put his head in his hands. “I don’t want her to go through that feeling of failure. She’s fine as it is- why does she suddenly want her own money? Just because Jungkook works?” He whines, and Yoongi shrugs, because he has an idea as to why you could be doing this.

“Does it really matter?” the older male says, sitting down as well. “this isn’t about the money, or the work, or the house, and you know this.” He tries to reason. “it’s about the fact that you don’t want her to leave.”

“Why can’t I have you both?” jimin softly complains. “it feels like I have to choose. Like.. I’d have to take Jungkook away from her to get her back.” He reveals his feelings, making Yoongi stay silent.

Because there’s really nothing he could say to make him feel any better.

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Yoongi waits for you in the car as you return from your job interview, offering him the documents to read through. “You know you don’t have to do this, right?” yoongi asks, reading through the papers with a pair of glasses.

“Yeah, but I don’t.. want to just be lazy.” You mumble, playing with your new acrylics you got done with Jungkook. They’re Christmas themed. “Jungkook.. works a lot. And he's always so proud.” You say quietly. “I know working in a grocery store isn’t as cool as his job but..”

Yoongi looks over at you, a gentle expression on his face. “You have a lot to be proud of too.” He says, giving the documents back to you. “and even just part time is already a big thing. You’re a different category than Jungkook, remember that.”

“How do you know?” You ask, surprised.

“both simple observation-“ He smiles a bit, before he flips a page of your document. “-and the ability to read.” He chuckles, causing you to become a bit shy now.

He's right. It’s all written down right there.

“You’re right in the middle of categories. That’s got to be confusing.” He gently tells you. “Go slow and steady. They offer a training day, take it. I’ll bring you and pick you up, and then we’ll decide whether or not you’ll sign it, okay?” He asks, and you nod, watching him drive home in silence.

The moment you both step out in front of his house, you do something unique-

You hug him, an actual, full on hug, arms wrapped around him as you rub your cheek on his chest to scent him. “thanks.” You mumble, and Yoongi awkwardly pats your head, before you run off at the sight of Jungkook after giving yoongi the documents, as the dog hybrid is seen opening the front door to greet you.

“Well, that’s new.” Jimin hums. “is she growing closer to everyone but me now?” He half-jokes- though yoongi can hear some genuine insecurities.

“I think it’s simply evening out, Jimin.” Yoongi tries to explain. “see it like that. Her attention is like a bottle of water. And before, it was all just filling one cup- yours.” He says as they’re both inside the kitchen now, him taking out two glasses and a bottle of water. “But now, there’s more cups to fill. And Jungkook’s simply gets a bit more from her.. well, because it’s a special cup, you could say.” He chuckles.

“I was just as spoiled, huh.” Jimin sighs, taking the glass of water from him, staring at it.

“Pretty much. But just like her, you’ll adapt.” He gently hums, hand on his. “it’s just a bit tough right now. And hey-“ he says, leaning over the table a bit to get closer, faces only inches apart.

“-You’ve got your own special cup too, no?”

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Jungkook and you cuddle on the sofa, when he notices it again.

Sometimes, whenever you’re close like this, or he offers you just a tad bit too much physical affection, you seem to become almost drunk off of it. He’s noticed it in public too, whenever he hugs you fully and gives you a lot of kisses or even just a hand on your back running up and down a bit too often. Now, he knows that cat hybrids can get excited from a lot of physical contact- but you seem especially sensitive.

Almost as if you’re not the same category as himself.

He doesn’t really know how to ask you, considering that it might be a touchy subject- but he’s also endlessly curious. Though, right now, it’s not a very pressing issue, as you’re both in the privacy of the home he technically shares with Yoongi. These days, your things have found their way into this house as well though- from clothes in the wash, blankets on the couch, or stuffed toys in his bedroom that you wanted to show off but forgot to take back.

He can’t say he doesn’t like it.

You’re happily purring against him, rolling over onto your back, sweater rising up a bit to reveal your stomach- and he can’t help himself as he leans over you to kiss the skin, cold top of his nose making you giggle. “You’re so pretty.” He chuckles as well, moving up to kiss your lips now. You’re buzzing with emotions now, tail swiping from side to side, smacking hard against the couch now as he charges you up again.

It's then that you bite him, and he notices it.

As if he looks at you for the first time so intensely, he realizes a few things. From the more pronounced feline shape of your pupils, to the more defined sharpened teeth of yours. It doesn’t just seem like you’re a different category- you most likely are.

And yet you seem so aware? Something doesn’t make sense- but right now, it’s not the moment to ask about it.

Instead, he watches how you let go of his arm again, only some slight marks present on his skin, proving that you didn’t mean to hurt him at all- that it was just a reaction to get rid of all that excitement. It’s cute to him, most of all, so he doesn’t really care about it, happy sighing along with you as you both entangle your legs together before you cuddle up, getting ready to nap a little.

It's Jungkook’s favorite part of the day.

If he didn’t like his job so much, he’d stay home with you all day every day, and he’d never get bored of anything at all as long as you’d be there at his side. But to spoil you how you deserve it, he needs money- so it’s currently for the best to be away for seven hours and be able to offer you the best he can.

And you deserve only the best, in his opinion.

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You feel ashamed when Yoongi picks you up from your first day.

You had to take breaks way more often than you thought you’d have to, it was honestly stressful despite the fact that you did nothing but stock shelves for four hours. You’re being paid- but you also feel almost defeated. You can’t see yourself doing this long term- you feel absolutely drained.

“I know I’m repeating myself, but it’s fine to admit if it’s not for you.” Yoongi tells you, who just starts at your lap. “no shame in it.”

“Why can’t I be normal?” You mumble.

“Because no one is.” Yoongi simply chuckles. “some might fit a common standard. But there is really no ‘normal’. Only average at best.” He explains.

“then I wanna be average.” You say.

“But that’s not you.” He shrugs. “and we all like you the way you are.” He offers. “Jimin mentioned to me that you don’t like Christmas. Are you upset because of that right now?” He wonders, genuinely curious.

“Christmas.. I don’t know.” You tell him. “It’s all.. a lot. Like, the lights, and the noise, and everyone’s always on edge, and nervous..” you confess.

“Its stressful.” Yoongi concludes, and you nod.

“And I also always feel bad.” You admit. “because.. Jiminie always gets me a lot of presents, but all I can give him is.. stupid stuff I made myself.” You say.

“Ah, now I get why you want to work so badly.” Yoongi clicks his tongue.

“I want to give you guys nice stuff too!” You cry out, finally letting it all out to someone. “I want to make you happy too, but I can’t do anything, and I can’t buy anything! I can only take, that’s it!” You huff angrily, ears pinned back when you notice Yoongi pulling up to a small grocery store. “Huh?” You wonder, distracted, when Yoongi runs a hand over your head- the touch able to calm you down quite a bit as you look at him.

“you and Jimin are very similar, you know?” He smiles. “You need to be more open. Don’t suffer all by yourself- getting help isn’t admitting defeat.” He says. “how about you help with chores at home, and I’ll give you some pocket money for it?”

“But then I’ll take money from you again.” You deny.

“Its not that different from working. You do something, I’ll pay you. Simple.” He shrugs.

“…OK.” You nod, determined, as he reaches over to wipe your cheeks, tears staining them that you didn’t even notice falling.

“there we go.” He grins, before driving back home with you.

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After Yoongi had informed the rest of them back home about your actual issues with the holiday season, Jungkook is now busy making sure the new Christmas lights aren’t blinking anymore but instead glowing steady, settings adjusted. He's almost done, when you rush into the house, almost tripping upstairs. “everything okay?” Jungkook calls, Jimin and Yoongi looking after you as well.

“Everything’s fine, promise!” You call down. “I just gotta wrap some stuff!!” You say, before something chatters, making Yoongi chuckle.

“So all those Years.. she didn’t hate Christmas at all?” jimin wonders.

“I mean, cats are pretty sensitive to stuff like that.” Jungkook mumbles with his head almost entirely stuck within the large Christmas tree. “and she’s a different category so- ouch!” He flinched when the pines prick him a little.

“I never thought that the difference in just seven percent is that big..” jimin shamefully sighs to himself.

“Well, you know now.” Yoongi reassures. “the past is the past. Let’s focus on the future.”

You’re downstairs a few hours later with a few colorful bandaids on your fingers from papercuts, watching the cookies in the oven bake with Jungkook hugging you. Some of them are shaped like cats, others like dogs. “can we eat them when they’re done?” You wonder.

“They’ll be hot though.” Jungkook chuckles. “you’ll burn your tongue.”

“I don’t wanna wait..” you huff.

“I’ll distract you then.” Jungkook suggests. “we can go put the presents under the tree while they cool down.” He says, letting go of you to take them out, careful not to have you get hurt.

“Okay.” You nod, fetching all the little things you wrapped admittedly a bit chaotically. Still, everyone’s proud- it’s not an easy task for you, and it’s clear that you had to take breaks multiple times in between wrapping to get your focus back on track. “mine look all crumpled up..” you pout, sitting on the floor in front of all the presents.

“You got drastically better though after the first two.” Yoongi comments. “that one there looks pretty neat.” He points to a small one, and you purr at that, before you turn. “You want some?” He offers the peeled tangerine, which you take.

“She’s warmed up to him.” Jimin notices from the sidelines, and Jungkook nods, tail wagging.

“Isn’t it great?” He says, though his tail slows when he notices Jimin’s rather somber look. “Why are you so against us loving her.?” He asks, and Jimin looks towards the dog hybrid in surprise.

“What?” He asks, caught off guard.

“I don’t know. But it feels like you’re.. upset that she’s befriending Yoongi. Or that she loves me now.” He explains.

“I’m not upset.” The older human denies. “I’m just.. scared.”

“Of what?” Jungkook calls, bewildered. “aren’t we a family now?”

A family.

Jimin hasn’t really thought of it that way- but Jungkook’s right. Yoongi and the dog hybrid aren’t taking you away, really- they’re more like an extension now, added on instead of pushed into the existing bond you two once had. The only one who pulled away had been himself.

“we all love her. In different ways.” Jungkook smiles. “the only one who’s making it weird is you.” He jokes, before he joins in, tugging on your tail playfully to get you to turn and tackle him, Yoongi sighing as he has to make sure you both don’t tumble right into the tree.

And that night, a switch had been flipped.

Jimin finally jumps over his own shadow again, helping you unwrap your presents, while also almost brought to tears when he receives yours. It’s all warm, and happy, and almost like you’re both back to normal again- but one look around him offers him a true picture of what it is now.

You both have always considered each other family-

You’re just a few more people now.

the tiny exception - express crew

summary; there's only one exception to the few rules that the express crew have...

genre/extra tags; fluff, family dynamics, pompom is the softest rabbit thing in the universe i love them, papa welt (real), auntie himeko iykyk, the rest of the gang are the siblings, caelus learns abt the world with you :'), your honor they're just trash raccoons, selective mute! caelus

[platonic] [child (7-9)! reader]

[warnings; reader implied to have a tough life before getting taken in, trash digging mentioned/j]

word count; 608

a/n; whoops i made another hsr fic and it's another family fic :) im watching blue lock rn and it's definitely passed some expectations and i like it so far so that's good, there's some silly little guys i like (it's the crazies unsurprisingly) maybe i'll write something to test the waters for blue lock. this show wildin tho

i use caelus for hsr so im writing caelus, sorry stelle enjoyers

[rule 1; no touching pompom]

caelus learned that one after attempting to comfort the conductor. and yet,

"you're so squishy, pompom!" a pure as snow giggle rings in the train as the trailblazer watches you cuddle pompom. "so fluffy!"

"oi! don't hug me too hard!" they squirm, trying to loosen your grip.

"sorry!" you smile innocently as you look up to see the silver-haired trailblazer, watching you. "hey caelie!" you let go of pompom, running straight to him.

he's quick to pick you up as you stretch your own arms out towards him. he looks at you with curious eyes and then glances at pompom who is cleaning their uniform.

"i wanted to hug pompom! and i did!" you cheered. it earns you a silent chuckle from caelus. much to pompom's relief, he takes you away and to the passenger rooms.

[rule 2; don't drink mr. welt's coffee]

that rule was interesting. it was set because of you really. you tried the coffee once and almost cried. turns out you can't handle the bitter taste unsurprisingly.

"i know you're gonna do it, y/n." you freeze in his lap as welt continues to answer caelus's questions on the phone.

"but what if it tastes different?"

"it's still coffee, dear." you rest your cheek on welt's shoulder, face squished as you stare at the cup of dark liquid. welt doesn't say anything after that, a gentle sigh leaving his lips.

"did auntie himeko make it?"

"no, she didn't."

"then it will taste different." you reason but it doesn't sway the tired father figure. you reach to take a sip. you look up at welt as if expecting the male to stop you but he doesn't.

he knows. he knows what's going to happen and he's not going to stop it. (he does have a different drink on hand, ready for you.)

you take a sip.

and you cry. "papa!" he sets your favorite drink down, moving the coffee towards him. "why do you drink that?!" he guides your favorite drink towards you and you immediately drink it.

"i drink it because i like it."

"you have bad tastes, papa." you stick your tongue out at him.

"and yet you keep drinking it every time."

[rule 3; sleep on time!]

another rule in place for you. did you ever follow it? sometimes.

but you were only a kid.

"but i don't wanna sleep!" you tugged onto dan heng's clothes as if he would help.

he does not.

"you need to sleep. you're going to be all sleepy in the morning."

"but i want to stay with you guys!" dan heng picks you up into his slightly awkward hold. "please?" you drag out your pleas in hopes of convincing your older brother figure to let you stay up with the trio.

"sorry, y/n. but i don't think welt would allow that."

"but i'm not ti.. tired!" you yawn between your last word, your hands reaching to rub your eyes.

"you totally are, y/n." march cooed, taking you from dan heng's arms. "let's get you to himeko or welt, hm?" the trio is gentle to bid you a goodnight and a pat on the head (and kiss on the cheek from march) while you're taken to rest with himeko.

"there's the sweetie. awh, you must be exhausted." you're laying in himeko's arms, feeling sleepy with her warmth wrapped around you. "thank you march, have a good time with the others." march waves her goodbye before leaving with the trailblazer and dan heng.

"but i wanna go..." you frown, twisting and turning in the redhead's arms.

"how about you spend sometime with me, welt, and pompom before bed?" himeko suggests.

"are we gonna read some stories?"

"we'll let you pick."

"okay."

you fell asleep about 3 minutes later before you could even hear a story.

Flashed a Tit

pairing: Husband!Chris x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: Y/n finds a way to win over an argument with Chris, with the help of her tits ‼️Spicy fluff‼️

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“Y/n didn’t I tell you not to go out to the shop on your own?! Especially now that you’re showing” Chris shouted pacing around the kitchen, his hands ruffling roughly through his hair whilst he got Y/n a glass of milk. Poor Y/n sat on one of the stools in their kitchen, clutching the packet of chocolate chips to her chest tightly; her 7 month bump proudly popped.

“But I just wanted some cookies n’ I didn’t want to wake you, you’ve just gotten home Chris” She argued setting the cookies onto the cold marble counter, watching her husband aggressively open the fridge and pull out the carton.

“Y/n you know that I would go above and beyond for you, I don’t care if i’ve just ran across the world twice, I don’t want you on your own out there” He grumbled pouring out the last of the milk before throwing the carton into the recycling trash bin, his face still slightly red from when he was really angry when Y/n first came in.

“I’m sorry Chrissy” Y/n pouted tugging on her husband’s shirt, to no avail, he instead handed her the glass of milk and opened her cookies for her.

“Nope i’m allowed to be angry for at least 20 more minutes” He groaned walking to the other side of the kitchen, putting away the stuff he had brought out. Y/n felt herself smile slightly when she got this amazing idea, that same morning she had seen tiktok trends of girlfriends flashing their boyfriends during an argument.

“Ya know I still can’t believe you did that-“

With his back turned away from her, Y/n put her hair behind her shoulders, “Chris look here” She said, immediately pulling up his shirt she was wearing, revealing both of her now swollen breasts to him.

Chris' eyes just widened and his mouth opened in shock, his sentence lost in his throat as a small smile slowly found its way onto his face.

“Ya can’t jus' do that bunny, that isn’t fair” He groaned, his teeth biting onto his bottom lip to keep his smile small. His eyes following her as she pulled down his shirt to cover herself up again, smirking to herself she turned to face her treats once again, knowing she had won.

“Hm well are you still mad at me?” She asked,

“God no, are ya kiddin? Just saw my wife’s tits” He laughed walking over, picking up one of Y/n's cookies, and dipping it in milk before feeding it to her. His heart going a thousand miles an hour when he saw her wiggle in her seat, enjoying one of her many midnight snacks which had become a daily routine now.

“Baby can you get some marshmallows?”

“I don’t know bunny, might be too-“

Before Chris could protest again, Y/n had pulled up her shirt again, Chris' eyes falling to her chest causing him to sigh.

“No honey, it’s not gonna work twice in a row in one night” He groaned closing his eyes and shaking his head,

“Not even if I let ya touch them?” She teased giving him a little shake of her chest,

“I-Uh damn okay fine, but it’s gotta be a long one ok?”

“Fine by me baby” Y/n smiled watching her husband grab the mallows, he gave her one hell of a wet kiss before passing over her newly acquired marshmallows. His eyes trained on the globes under her shirt,

“Honey-“

“Just touch them”

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Almost

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN reader

Inspired by this post that hasn’t left my head since I first saw it

Tags: Canon typical violence, you almost die, Ghost is soft in his own weird way, confessions, everyone needs therapy, i’m not British but i’m using British slang because it’s Simon’s POV, if i got any military stuff wrong no I didn’t, sad Ghost

Rating: M for violence and language

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You were dying when Ghost realized he loved you.

It started the same as it always did whenever he had to meet someone new, with a quick handshake and a short introduction before he inevitably found an excuse to walk away as soon as possible. He didn’t dislike you, not necessarily, but he was no social butterfly. You were just another face to him, that was all.

Until you weren’t.

He was having trouble sleeping. That was nothing unusual, though. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d got a full eight hours without some kind of interruption, whether it be an owl outside his window that wouldn’t shut up, an inability to get comfortable because of the countless aches in his body, his thoughts just being too damn loud, or something else entirely. Whenever this happened, he’d make his way to the common room and find some way to kill the time while he waited for everyone else, maybe even get breakfast started or put the kettle on if he was feeling nice.

It was on one of those nights, after he’d finished rummaging through the fridge looking for a decent snack, that he saw you. He went to sit on the couch, and there you were. He didn’t realize it was you at first and tensed up, instinctively reaching for his combat knife (which wasn’t there, of course, since he was in his sleep clothes). At first he was baffled. How did he not notice you coming in? He wasn’t losing his edge, was he? Letting his guard down?

But then he saw the half-eaten packet of crisps in front of you and realized you’d been there the entire time, sitting in the dark, in complete silence.

“Fuckin’ hell…say somethin’ next time, yeah?” He told you, finally allowing himself to exhale.

“Sorry, I didn’t know whether or not you were going back to your room, and I didn’t want to bug you, so-“

“S’fine.” He interrupted with a wave of his hand, sitting on the opposite end of the couch and grabbing the remote.

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“Am I missing something here? Why’s he acting so weird all of a sudden?” You asked, staring at the screen in confusion. This was the third question you’d asked in as many minutes, but Ghost didn’t seem to mind. At the very least, he wasn’t giving you death stares or walking away from you, so you figured it was okay.

“Pon farr.” He stated, not even glancing over.

“Am I supposed to know what that means? It sounds like a weird disease…” Ghost side-eyed you as you said this and scoffed quietly.

“No, it’s not a- look, just watch, will you? They’re about to explain it.”

You rolled your eyes, but did as he said anyway.

“Oh my god…so, he can only have sex once every seven years? And if he doesn’t, he’ll just…get really pissed off and fuckin’ die?” You laughed in disbelief, then ate the last of your crisps and tossed the empty packet into the trash.

“Nah, Vulcans can mate whenever they want. Pon farr’s just a biological thing that causes…well, s’ called plak-tow, but it translates to ‘blood fever.’ Means they’ll go mad if they don’t-“

You couldn’t help but snicker, slapping your hand over your mouth with a snort when Ghost’s head snapped toward you. He looked at you with an expression that could melt steel, which would have scared you shitless under any other circumstances.

“…Seen this one.” He grumbled as an explanation, looking away from you and back at the TV screen. He crossed his arms, his face hardening into its usual scowl.

“Yeah, I can tell.”

You spent the rest of the night asking Ghost increasingly complicated questions about the show, and despite his exasperated sighs and frequent eye rolls, he answered every single one.

—————

He just kept running into you, it seemed. Sparring, target practice, and of course, your late night binges of Star Trek, whenever the two of you happened to be up at the same ungodly hour. You sat on your designated couch cushions and laughed at the awful special effects as Ghost told you to ‘shut it and watch,’ though he was sure you could see him smiling through the fabric of his mask.

As much as he hated to admit it, as cliché as it sounded, his days really were a bit brighter with you around. You filled the silence when nothing else did, joked with him, spent time with him…he’d even noticed a few little things you had started doing, things that were specifically for him. Like the night he’d taken out a pack of smokes, only to realize that he’d lost his lighter. He groaned in annoyance and went to put them away, but then, there you were, holding out a lighter of your own, the small flame reflecting in your eyes.

“The lads and I must be a bad influence, eh? I swear I remember you tellin’ me that you don’t smoke.” He’d said to you after rolling up his mask just past his lips and taking a puff of his cigarette.

“I don’t. But you do.” You replied casually, shrugging as if you’d just said the most obvious thing in the world.

“And with the way you keep losing your lighters everywhere, you’re probably spending half your paycheck replacing them!” You added, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder.

Ghost rolled his eyes and told you to piss off, but he never bought another lighter after that.

—————

Price started pairing the two of you together on missions; citing the fact that you got along, as well as the way your combination of skills made you effective and deadly in the field. You were a good team, that was all. You got things done, and you got them done well, no matter the circumstances.

And then everything went to shit.

You had already suffered a dislocated shoulder and pretty bad slash wound, both to your dominant arm, so you were stuck clutching a pistol in one hand while the other dangled uselessly at your side. Almost all of the enemies had been taken care of at that point, but you were making a final sweep of the building in search of any stragglers.

Two seconds. Two goddamn seconds he looked away from you, but that was all it took. Five gunshots rang out in short succession, no doubt from an assault rifle of some kind. You screamed, shot a single round from your pistol, and two bodies thudded to the floor.

Ghost’s heart dropped. He charged into the room, looking around frantically. As badly as he wanted to rush to your side right that second, he knew he had to assess the situation first. He’d be of no use to you if he was dead, after all. The first thing he noticed was that you were breathing, and your attacker wasn’t, probably because they had a sizable hole in the side of their head. Ghost dropped to his knees next to you, trying to calm himself enough to properly check your wounds.

You looked so small lying there, curled up on your side with your face contorted in pain. A shudder wracked your body, blood beginning to pool as Ghost placed a hand on your shoulder. He gritted his teeth and turned you over. As expected, you screamed bloody murder, the movement causing your body to be jostled.

“Shit. Shitshitshitshit-” He muttered, his hands hovering over your body. Before he dared to do anything else, he reached for his radio.

“Bravo 0-7 calling for immediate medvac. Repeat, immediate medvac.” He spoke, unable to hide the tremor in his voice.

“Acknowledged. Requesting location.” A voice crackled over the speaker. He barked back your coordinates, along with an order to hurry the fuck up before disconnecting and turning his attention back to you.

“This is gonna hurt.” He warned.

He undid your vest, and his large hand immediately made contact with the most serious of your injuries, that being the bullet wound in your side. He pressed down hard in an attempt to staunch the bleeding as best he could, and your scream of pain was enough to make him feel as though he’d been shot himself. You seemed too shocked to speak, your breath coming out in short gasps, punctuated by anguished sobs.

“Shh. I know, I know…hey- look at me, yeah? Just keep lookin’ at me.”

Ghost couldn’t remember the last time he felt helpless. But here, now, as he stared down at you, it was the only thing he could feel. He wished he could be angry instead, but right now there was no one to direct that anger towards. Your attacker was lucky you’d managed to kill them before he got the chance to, or he’d have beaten them into a pulp with his bare hands and left them to rot where they fell as punishment for even fucking looking at you.

“Ghost-” You croaked out, your bleary eyes focusing on him momentarily. He shook his head.

“Simon.” He whispered, his own name feeling foreign on his tongue. You stared at him in confusion for a moment, but then your eyebrows raised and a look of realization appeared on your face.

“S…Simon?” You repeated. He nodded, tried to smile at you despite everything.

“Yeah…Simon.”

You smiled back through your tears and let out a laugh that quickly turned into a pained wheeze. “That bad, huh?”

Simon didn’t reply. He didn’t trust himself to. You’d see right through it if he lied, he was sure of it, but if he told the truth, he knew he’d break down on the spot. Instead, he gathered you into his arms and curled around you protectively, trying to keep your body warm to prevent shock.

With a start, he realized that this was the first time he’d ever held you.

“I think m’just gonna…rest for a few minutes, if that’s okay…” You breathed.

As he looked down at you, it was clear that you were struggling to keep your eyes open. He made a strangled noise in the back of his throat, clutching you tighter and burying his face in your hair.

“No, no, no…not you. Anyone but you.”

Simon Riley had never been a religious man, but he prayed then. He didn’t know to whom he was speaking, but it didn’t matter. He only asked for one thing.

“Don’t let them die. Not here, not now. I’ll do anything. Give them more time. Take me instead if you want. I’ll go in their place, just let them live. Please.”

He knew he didn’t deserve you. He always had, really, but that didn’t mean you should be taken away so cruelly. You should have something so much better than this, better than a cold concrete floor slick with your blood and a man like him trying to hold you together while he himself was breaking from the inside out.

“H-Hey…”

Your voice broke through the haze, and he cursed under his breath, quickly wiping his eyes and lifting his head to look at you.

“Fuck. Sorry, I- i’m right here, love. I’ve gotcha. Nothin’ to worry about, yeah?”

You just nodded. Your eyes were barely open now, your chest still slowly rising and falling with your breaths. You felt around for his hand and grabbed it, the silence seeming to last forever as you considered your next words.

“…I’m really glad I met you.” You finally said.

“Don’t. Don’t start sayin’ shit like that. Makes it sound like you’re-“ He exhaled and squeezed his eyes shut.

“I can’t fuckin’ do this, alright? I know I can be an ass, and I know i’m not the best at sayin’ it, but…I need you.”

Simon looked down at you. You weren’t moving.

His time spent waiting for medvac to arrive was a blur. He held you tight, begged you not to leave him even though he wasn’t entirely sure whether or not you could hear. And when the medics did finally show up, they practically had to wrench your limp body out of his grip.

He had to take a separate transport back to base. he sat alone and stared at his hands, watching your blood slowly dry.

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Simon lurked outside the door to your hospital room like- well, a ghost. When the doctors finally deemed you well enough to take visitors, he was at your side, like a loyal dog lying at its master’s feet. He held your wrist in a loose grip the entire time he waited for you to wake up, his thumb pressed against your pulse point so that he could be sure your heart was still beating.

It felt like ages that he waited for you. He didn’t even know quite how long he did, actually. He only left your side once, and that was for a shower in freezing water where he scrubbed his skin raw because he was unable to stop seeing the red covering it.

When you finally stirred beneath him, Simon thought he was dreaming. He stared at you with a mixture of disbelief and blind hope, and then you finally opened your eyes. After days, he finally felt like he could exhale. He let himself fall forward, his head coming to rest on your shoulder as he shook ever so slightly.

“God…don’t you ever do that to me again, got it? Thought i’d lost you.”

You reached up and started to rub circles into his back, choosing not to mention the fact that your hospital gown was damp with tears.

“Simon, I-“

He shushed you, rolled up his mask and pressed a lingering kiss to your temple.

“You made it, that’s what matters. You made it back t’ me.”

“And I always will.”

Hello, love~ I'm back for request #3!

This time, it's for my beloved baby boy Tup, with a garnet, and during the summer. But can you make it on the playful side? Playfully affectionate?

Please and thank you 💚💚💚

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Under The Summer Sun

Summary: A hot day under the summer sun reminds you of just how much you love your Tu

Pairing: Clone Trooper Tup x F!Reader

Word Count: 586

Prompts: Garnet - Protective love, with added playful affection

Warnings: None (aside from a really bad joke, lol)

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Baby Boy Tup gets a happily ever after because I say so. Nothing bad has ever happened to him. Ever. Tragically, Google doesn't like my bad joke and kept trying to fix it.

“You’re going to burn into a crisp, and then what will I do?” Tup asks, laughter in his voice as he drops on the towel next to you, dripping cool water from the lake onto your overheated skin.

“Find a new girlfriend?” You reply sleepily as you stretch out on the towel, and then turn your head to peer at the man sitting next to you, “Or, just put up with having a girlfried, instead.”

Tup chokes out a laugh, “You’ve been spending way too much time with Fives and Echo if you think that was funny.”

“Mm, you still laughed though.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He grabs a towel and tosses it over his head, to dry his dripping hair, “Are you sure you don’t want to go swimming with me? It’s fun~”

“Tup,” You say with a laugh, “Bikini’s are not made for swimming. They’re made for looking amazing in.”

He hums thoughtfully, and you can feel his heavy gaze dragging down your body, “Well, it’s working.”

“You’d say that if I was wearing a trash bag.”

“You’d make the trash bag look amazing,” He agrees with a grin.

“You’re ridiculous,” You say with an answering grin as you sit up. You reach out and tuck some of the wet hair sticking to his cheek behind his ear, “Are you having fun?”

He catches your hand and presses a feather light kiss to your knuckles, “Yeah. I am. Thank you for bringing me on your vacation.”

“Mm, thank Rex for allowing it.”

“Oh, I already have to bring him a souvenir.” Tup says dryly, “It’s payment for allowing me to come.”

“Oh? I can see you’re right on that.”

“I’ll bring him some sand. It’ll be fine.”

A giggle falls from your lips, “Tup,”

“Anyway! You need more sunblock or you’re going to burn and you won’t want me touching you.” Tup announces with a dramatic pout, “And, naturally, I need to put it on you.”

“Is that right?”

“To make sure you don’t miss any spots,” he adds seriously, though there’s a grin playing on his lips.

“Oh, naturally.” You reach into your bag and press a bottle of sunblock into his hands, “I’m sure you’ll be very thorough.”

“Uh-huh. So thorough.” He squirts some of the lotion into his hands, and then rubs his hands together, before he scoots closer to you and brings his hands to your face, “Eyes closed, cyare. As much as I love your pretty eyes, I would hate to get sunblock in them.”

Obediently you close your eyes and melt into his touch as he gently starts rubbing the lotion on your face, “You’re so much better at this then my mom.”

He laughs softly, “That right?”

“Mm. It always hurt when mom was rubbing the lotion in.”

His fingers glide over the shell of your ears, “Well, the last thing I want to do is hurt you while trying to protect you from the sun.” Tup pulls his hands away from your face, and you open your eyes to look at him. 

“You would never.” You murmur at him.

His hand comes back up to cup your cheek, “You’re so beautiful.”

“You’re one to talk.” You tease, and you’re rewarded with his cheeks darkening slightly, “But thank you. When I’m with you I feel beautiful.”

“Good.” He leans in and brushes his lips against yours, “I love you, so much.”

You sigh and kiss him properly, sliding into his arms, to better hold him, “I love you too.”

Bikini Bump

A/N: two posts in one day?? Who am I?? But thank you so much to @corrodingmycoffin for allowing me the honor of writing a full length piece for this post! I love this idea so much! I hope I did it justice 😊

Please comment and reblog!

Pairing: Eddie x pregnant!reader

Warnings: pregnancy, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex

Italics are flashbacks

“Guys, no running by the edge! It’s too slippery!” You called out to Dustin and Lucas. You decided it would be nice for everyone to have a pool day to cool off in the summer heat. Eddie begrudgingly agreed to tag along, but you knew deep down he loved spending time with his chosen family.

He set down the cooler that he insisted on carrying instead of you and peeled off his shirt. He sat down under an umbrella and decided to take a nap. He was just about to doze off when he saw you taking off your coverup, revealing a new swimsuit he had yet to see.

His eyes nearly popped out of his head (sorry vecna) when he noticed how the bikini bottoms hugged your ass perfectly. The skimpy top left little to the imagination but what was really catching his attention was your growing baby bump that you placed a hand on fondly.

You had just entered your third trimester and had really begun to “pop”. Everyone liked to joke that Eddie knocked you up the first chance he got, but what no one knew was that it was your idea to have a baby.

You loved Eddie with every fiber of your being and you knew he didn’t have a traditional family upbringing.

You were nervous to bring the idea up to him, but as soon as the words left your mouth he literally swept you off your feet and carried you to the bed, insisting on starting right away.

“I’m not even ovulating until next week!” You said through a fit of giggles. He pressed a million kisses to your face and down your body.

“Well I guess we’ll just have to practice until then,” he smirked from between your legs. It was a passion filled night, and every night after.

That was your third favorite memory. Your second favorite was when you had your first ultrasound. Eddie likes to deny it but he definitely cried a little.

Your favorite memory, however, was the day you told him you were pregnant. It was after a few months of trying and disappointment that came along with the negative tests. You didn’t get your hopes up, you couldn’t be let down again.

You sighed before looking at the test before tossing it in the trash bin. Only a second went by before you were grabbing it back out and holding it to your face.

Two pink lines.

You chugged a glass of iced tea and went to the bathroom to take another test- just to be sure.

Two more pink lines.

You screamed in excitement and looked around the room frantically. How would you tell Eddie? It had to be something good. You grabbed your keys and headed off into town to grab some supplies.

When Eddie came home you had the oven on but you were nowhere to be seen.

“Sweetheart?” He called out. You practically ran to him, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him. “Miss me?”

“So much,” you beamed.

“Whatcha got cookin?” He asked.

“Oh, I just have a bun in the oven,” you said nonchalantly.

“Just a singular bun?”

“Well it could be two, even three. I’m hoping for just one though,” you answered.

“Uh, okay?” He laughed awkwardly. “New flowers?”

“Baby’s breath, you like?”

“They’re pretty. New dress too, huh? Someone must’ve had fun in town today,” he said with a smile.

“Yeah, I wanted to try something new, welcome some change,” you said slowly. “It’s baby blue.”

“You can rock any color, sweetheart.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple and you wanted to scream. Did you have to hit this man over the head to get him to take a hint?

He went into the bathroom and you were certain he’d figure it out. You waited and waited and nothing. He opened the door and saw you standing there.

“Everything okay?” He asked.

“Seriously?!” He was shocked by your outburst but noticed your hand was pointing to the sink counter. He looked down and had to do a double take.

“You’re pregnant?” He whispered. He looked at the two positive tests and touched them softly, not willing to believe it. “I’m gonna be a dad?”

“You’re gonna be a dad,” you said, holding back your tears. He pulled you into a bone crushing hug and you both cried.

“There’s not really buns in the oven are there?” He sniffled. You couldn’t help but laugh at the poor man.

“Took you long enough,” you laughed.

“I can’t believe I’m gonna be a dad,” he whispered. And that’s the happiest you had ever felt.

Eddie watched as you poured lemonade for your friends, taking a glass for yourself. He watched as the condensation dripped from the glass onto your chest and between the valley of your breasts.

Eddie felt his cock twitch in his swim trunks; he couldn’t help himself. He had always thought of you as the most beautiful woman in the world, but seeing your stomach swell with his child only made his attraction to you stronger. He took comfort in knowing you were his and the whole world could see it.

He got up from his chair and stalked toward you without you even taking notice. You jumped when you felt his hands wrap around your waste, cradling your stomach.

“Leaving little to the imagination, huh, princess?” He asked, growling in your ear.

“Thought you might like it,” you laughed.

“I hate it actually, wanna tear it right off.”

“I guess you have something to look forward to when we get home then,” you said with a smirk. His arms dropped but he gripped your hand and pulled you after him.

“I can’t wait that long.”

“Eddie, wait! What about the kids?”

“They’ll be fine. I’m more worried about burying my cock in you at the moment,” he grunted. He slammed the locker room door shut behind you, twisting the lock once he made sure you were alone.

He had you pressed against the lockers, his hands roaming your body. He moaned at how much skin he already had access to. He dropped his knees in front of you and pulled the strings to your bottoms, letting them fall to the floor. He put one leg over his shoulder and pressed warm kisses up your thigh.

“Eddie, please,” you whined.

“Shh, I know, baby,” he said, looking up at you past your pregnant belly. It had gotten to the point where he had to lean back just to look you in the eyes.

He attacked your pussy without warning, his tongue circling your clit and teasing your entrance. You wriggled against him but his hands held your legs in place. One of the things he loved most about you being pregnant was that you were more sensitive and he could have you coming undone in a matter of minutes.

You threaded your fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. You were grinding on his face which made him moan. His tongue worked faster, bringing you closer to the edge. You threw your head back against the lockers as you came, moaning his name as you came down from your high.

He was quick to drop your leg and kiss up your body. He brought you over to the counter and helped you hop up. He nestled himself between your legs, freeing his cock from his trunks. He ran it through your slick folds and it sent shockwaves up your body. He pushed into you slowly, relishing every second that passed by.

“Fuck, Eddie. Please, fuck me,” you cried.

“Is that what you want baby? You want me to remind you who you belong to?” He asked, quickly pulling out and thrusting back in. “Like you could forget though, with our baby growing inside you.”

He continued to pump into you at the perfect speed. He freed your breasts from their tiny top and palmed at them.

“You’re so beautiful. You’re gonna be such a great mom,” he moaned. “You like that? You like that I made you a mommy?”

“Yes, oh my god, yes!”

Your pussy clenched him tighter, causing his rhythm to falter. He rested his head in the crook of your neck as he continued to piston into you.

“Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me,” he whispered.

Tears welled in your eyes as your second orgasm crashed over you. Eddie continued to fuck you through it, waiting until you were satisfied to finish. A few more pumps and he stilled deep inside you.

The two of you caught your breath while he slowly pulled out. He watched as his cum dripped from you, pushing it back in.

“For good measure,” he chuckled.

“I’m already pregnant, Eds,” you laughed.

“Mm, yes you are,” he said, kissing you sweetly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“And I love the both of you, but Jesus Christ! The locker rooms? Really?” Steve yelled from the other side of the door. You covered your face with your hands while Eddie just grinned like a proud fool.

“Come on, you better put that sorry excuse for a bathing suit back on before they break down the door,” he said.

“Don’t worry, babe; you can still tear it off of me when we get home.” You shot him a wink before slipping your bikini back on and unlocking the door. Steve rushed into the stall past Eddie.

“Really? You couldn’t just pee in the pool like a normal person?” Eddie scoffed.

“You’re gross, dude!” Steve yelled.

Eddie just rolled his eyes and headed back out to his friends. He saw everyone sitting on the edge of the pool, popsicles in hand. He saw you sucking on a red one and his dick twitched again.

“This is gonna be a long afternoon,” he groaned.

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Sorry, been awake for 24+ hours and ended up falling asleep 😅

Apparently my mind kept all the worm ideas on the back burner so it finished cooking as soon as I woke up, so I'm sharing.

Vox finally manages to get rid of ALL the worms and larvae, but he's careful about not letting Valentino know because there'd be hell to pay for getting rid of his spawns.

So he goes on normally for a few weeks, gets his bitten and broken cables swapped for new ones and think this will be the end of it.

Exept.

He fells empty now.

Physically empty.

This MF unknowingly developed a kink for wriggling bugs inside of him.

And he can't ask Val for more larvaes because then he'd have to tell him that he got rid of his babies.

So where did this bring him?

Right back at the radio tower.

Alastor ties him up and just leave, for hours.

Finally he comes back with an unconscious King of Hell that he ties up with more tentacles next to Vox before leaving again.

He comes back with 4 buckets full of worms, Vox is getting exited but Alastor completely ignores him in favour of talking care of Lucifer.

The broadcast starts.

Alastor straddles the king and slaps his face to wake him up, Lucifer screams and trashes around because he knows what's coming.

Alastor starts stuffing handfuls of worms after handfuls of worms in his face.

Meanwhile Vox's hard as a rock and green with jealousy.

When Al finishes feeding worms to his majesty he sew his mouth shut to stop him from spitting it out.

He turns towards Vox and is abot to step on his face-

exept that he doesn't and keeps teasing Vox by pretending that he's about to get to it but just don't.

The Tv head wriggles like the worms he wants inside of him and whine with pleading eyes, hoping Alastor will take pity on him and will just get to it.

Alastor smiles, put his heeled boot on Vox's chest and crouch (crushing his sternum).

"I'm sorry Vox, I can't possibly give you what you want if I don't know what it is!"

Vox tries to keep quiet, he really does, but he ends up saying in a whiny voice :

"Step on me! Step on me, break me and fill me with worms! Please! Pleasepleasepleaseplease-"

"And why do you want that? Between the worms I put inside of you and your boytoy laying them inside of you, you should have more than enough shouldn't you?"

Alastor's still crushing his lungs, smiling deviously and holding his mic to Vox's mouth so that his answer is loud and clear for their audience.

"I...*sigh* I had them removed"

"Uh-Oh, the Tv even got rid of his boyfriend's spawns?"

"It was painful you frigging bitch!"

"Why ask for more then?"

"*whine* Pleeeeeeaseeee...."

Alastor stands and starts walking back to the King, shivering at the idea of having more worms stuffed in as he'd been trying to not swallow them for all this time.

"I LIKE THE PAIN! I FEEL EMPTY WITHOUT THEM! FILL ME AGAIN, PLEASE!"

"Well, you did say the magic word!"

Alastor walks back to Vox and steps on his head with his heels, breaking it more and more.

He then take one of the biggest shards and uses them to make long cuts on Vox's limbs, and he finally puts the worms in them.

The tentacles restraining his highness start moving and shake him before bringing him on top of Vox.

"Open wiide~!"

Alastor smashes Lucifer's mouth against Vox's and remove the magic seams, allowing his majesty to finally throw up inside of the TV's mouth.

Both "captives" have raging hard ons and Alastor uses Vox's phone to post a picture of their messy selves on Voxtec's official Instagram.

First dislike is 0.001 seconds after posting and it's Valentino's.

(too long?)

firstly, gotta tag the hoes @nunalastor

before I even start reading this, GO TO SLEEP. if you fell asleep, GOOD, let your body fucking rest

after the read: my god was this a fucking read. you're my favorite anon from now on. this shit hit harder than I imagine any drug can. for fucks sake, I am getting SO FUCKING HARD MY GOD-

Heyoooo! I was wondering if the Iseo that you posted about Soap and reader drifting apart after they decided to have a 3some wit ghost was a 1 part thing? If not can their be another extremely angsty part 2?

Cheers, To Us | John "Soap" MacTavish | COD: Modern Warefare II

[ Original ANGST Post, Part One ]

Warnings. mentions of cheating/growing distant, unfulfilled relationships, lowkey toxic relationships

Reader. Fem!reader, female reader, reader has braids, reader is American (American coded? Can't fuckin remember lmao)

AN. I wrote this within the span of one hour and nearly 25 hours with no sleep. Pls enjoy

Tags: @rey26 @trash-important @l1anaisasasama @thatanonymouschocolate (I saw you were looking for part one so here's part two lol) @bbaengtan @corvusmorte @uwu-i-purple-you (saw you guys asking fkr the first one in comments and decided yall might want one AND two lol)

Rain falls, heavy and unforgiving, and your mood seems to dampen along with the ground. Curled into the window seat, the lamp light leaves a warm, dim, tone to wash over you, and a book in hand as your head rests against the lush pillows and curtains. You tried your best to move on, to find peace, and maybe allow yourself to find it as well. God knows you tried.

“Beba, you really gonna sit there and mope, or actually read the book?” Your friend calls out, breaking you from the beginning of a spiral into another descent of depression and anxiety, and a sigh leaves you as the book is shut and tossed to the nearest coffee table.

“Neither.” You groan, meeting her in the kitchen as groceries and necessities are unpacked and put away in the correct areas, allowing you to move and sit at the bar and watch quietly. The silence is comfortable, and your mind settles, something that gratefulness cannot even begin to touch as a description.

“So, you going back? Saw some emails from old friends…” She starts, deep brown eyes staring deeply into yours, before yours find the back of your head, and she only laughs at your antics. She's finished placing things away, and opens the cabinet, the clanking of glass makes you wince just a bit.

“Maybe, not too sure yet.” You start, before a glass comes to your countertop, a vodka bottle soon filling it before filling the cup further from you.

“But?”

“But, Laswell has a place for me through some connections. Intell is always needed, and some guy… eh what's his name?” You wonder aloud, moving to take a sip of the hard liquor, pursing your lips together as you get more… acquired with the taste once again.

“D-Day! That's his name… Wayne “D-Day” Davis” You’re proud of remembering the name.

“That's… a name. A real American, huh?” Your friend snorts, turning away quickly before coming back, leaning against the countertop and nearly finishing her drink there.

“Take it easy, girlie. You’re not the uprooted one here.” You laugh, and she continues on, shaking her head.

“Uprooted. How is that, by the way? Enjoying being back home, rather than Scotland?” It’s genuine, and your eyes still water at the name of your old… home. An old life. One broken away from, because of a stupid decision, one you hate, but had to move on from.

It doesn’t hurt as much as it used to. 

“Come on, Hen. Talk to me, please.” His hands move to your hips, desperately trying to grab at you, gentle enough to let you leave, but firm enough to let you know he wants you in his hold. 

Stay. Please. He begs in his mind.

“Get away from me, John. I can’t do this right now.” You move from his hands, going to change out of your pajamas into clothing, ready to get things ready for the day. You’re exhausted. Mentally, physically, emotionally. You wanted to be free of this. Of him. Even if it’s killing you, and your soul would damn you for leaving a love like this behind, but the pain was too much- and you didn’t want this anymore.

It’s not like he’d care.

He has different… priorities.

“Well, when can ya? Ya never seem to have the time for me. Or us.” He’s choked up, and you can imagine the tears welling up in his eyes, but you didn’t find your heart weeping for him like it would have months ago.

You stop moving, tense, dead silent. John can only regret his words and actions so much, but when you’ve been acting like this, he feels more justified in his feelings for Ghost.

But he wanted you too, he wanted you back and normal again. Happy to see him, in love, always talking his ear off and eating the food he’d make for you. The happiness in the air whenever he came home from being gone for months on end at times.

Months… with Ghost. As much as he missed you, he was never as lonely as you were, huh? Never as loyal.

Maybe he should have expected this.

“Well you seem to have the time for Ghost. Why don’t you go to him? It’s what you’ve been doing anyways.” You grit through your teeth, moving across the room to finally change, deciding on what you needed to do first. From the embassy to the lawyer, your mind is running wild and John begging at your hip like a lost puppy isn't helping.

“That’s not fair, Hen…” He whispers, standing in the same place, watching you throw on your clothing and tuck your braids into your hood, desperate to keep warm from the chill. Lord knows “Johnny” wasn’t going to warm you anytime.

“It isn’t fair I lost my husband to a Ghost. Looks like nothings fair nowadays.” You go on, pushing past John to grab your phone and wallet from the nightstand, not responding to his small “goodbye” as you leave the room, and the house soon after.

Yeah, nothing seemed to be fair. Not for him. And especially not for you.

“I’ll be fine. Probably gonna focus on work… friends… family.” You mumble into your drink, deciding to mimic your friend's earlier actions and take a large swing of the liquor, needing to numb your mind for a quick second.

“But not yourself?” She mused, tilting her head, a sad smile gracing her face.

“You would know how to do that best, I’m guessing?”

“What do you mean?”

“Focusing on yourself, and only yourself, after a break up,” She rolled her eyes at you, finding irony in your words, before moving to grab the bottle of vodka and refill your cups of uncertainty and sorrow.

“Valeria.” You finished, and she perks up at her name, clicking her tongue against her teeth before continuing her questioning of you. There's a cheerful sway in her movements and it leaves worrying thoughts only to fester.

“Oh, I know very well. But, that's why you're here, no? To focus on you, and your own needs.” A sigh leaves you once again, and at least you know your lungs are working, while your brain short circuits in reasoning and logic.

“Yeah. My needs, a place to hide, a place that they’ll never find me. Until I go back, that is, a girl needs to work, needs her money.” You finish another glass, and your mind spins, Valeria finds glee in seeing your tongue loosen and speak your mind.

“Two birds with one stone. You get your privacy until you decide on what to do, and I have a piece to use against Los Vaqueros and their friends, a win-win.” Her smile is wide and your heart stutters.

“A piece against them? Or him?”

“Does it matter?”

“I guess not.”

Your glasses are filled once again, and clink to a toast, a promise is made and leaves you both satisfied after this night.

You both will get what you want and need, soon enough.

Hi, may I ask you about write Ayato x reader who like be affectionate but only with Ayato? For example they don't like be touched or when someone use pet name or nickname but they like when Ayato do this? They are like this grumpy cat which only one person are allowed to pet haha.

Good day/night

headcanons - ayato with a grumpy(?) reader

credits to @/SodaPuff3 on twitter for the ayato icon :3

sorry, i can't take your touch; it's not that i don't want you...

notes: woohoo first request !! i've never written headcanons like this so please feel free to tell me what you think :)

i now realize that this is a lot longer than it needed to be .. oh well 🤠

tags: i was DEFINITELY projecting while writing this LMAO, reader isn't implied to be fem or masc in any way ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

🫧 there are a whole bunch of reasons you might not be that welcome to physical affection or touch from others

🧋 maybe you're just not comfortable? let's assume so for now lmao

☔️ anyways !! you're going about your day in inazuma, maybe running some errands, when you realize you forgot to get rice flour 🧍

🫧 for SHAME how could you forget the flour !!

🧋 now you have to go all the way back to the tsukomono grocery shop when you're already out of the city 😟 yikes

☔️ yeah that isn't gonna be a fun trip GOOD LUCK

🫧 anyways you're back at the grocery shop and - just your luck!! - it starts raining

🧋 why. does the universe hate you 😶

☔️ sigh. anyways

🫧 you do the mental gymnastics of realizing you have to walk back to the kamisato estate ... yeah lmao there's no way that's happening

🧋 you look back from under the little awning and see that it's now pouring cats and dogs

☔️ today's really not your lucky day huh 🫠 you're just standing there like a fool, watching it rain and holding your little bag of produce and (now wet 😟) flour

🫧 a few minutes later you see the one and only

🧋 your saving grace, the (now) light of your life, your reason to get up in the morning, the apple of your eye, your good samaritan,

☔️ your savior,

🫧 thoma !! you've never been happier to see the man

🧋 waving at him like a madman, he looks your way, eyes wide, and rushes over to you to ask you what the heck you're doing out here in the rain

☔️ you recount the whole flour situation (albeit embarrassed), and thoma, being the amazing person he is, offers to share his umbrella with you

🫧 you thank your lucky stars and gladly accept, now walking back to the kamisato estate as the rain pitter-patters over the polished paper umbrella

🧋 which is great ! you're really thankful and all that ! but there's a small, itty-bitty, minuscule, tiny problem

☔️ he's WAY too close for your liking 🧍

🫧 it's not that you're worried about good ol' thoma flirting with you or ayato being over-possessive or anything !!

🧋 you just Don't. like touching/being touched by other people (which is understandable !!)

☔️ but you don't know how to explain it to thoma without sounding like an absolute asshole (ﾟｰﾟ;

🫧 like he did offer to take you back home in the rain and he's a really good friend and all that

🧋 but every second that passes by with his arm brushing just a little too close for your liking drives you INSANE for some reason

☔️ by the time you reach chinju forest, you're overstimulated and frustrated and grumpy and slightly wet and your robes are clinging to your body and you can feel the water in your soggy socks and

🫧 OUGHHHH you feel like a steaming pile of trash ((´д｀)) at least the kamisato estate's just above the stone steps in front of you

🧋 after a few minutes of carefully climbing up them, drying off with a warm towel from furuta (the sweet old housekeeper), and a change of clothes, you plop down on your and ayato's shared bed

☔️ god the past hour's been .. something

🫧 you don't know if you're being dramatic (although you feel guilty .. so maybe not), but you still feel overstimulated after that sensory nightmare

🧋 so you curl up under the covers and try to sleep it off 💤

☔️ and you do !! you get a solid two hours of sleep (my eepy ass could never) before you're woken up by a tired ayato slipping under the blanket with you

🫧 neither of you say anything, but he understands everything by the look on your face

🧋 he knows about how sensitive you are to touch and proximity with other people, and has helped you get through many a sensory overload before

☔️ so you both just lay down in silence, lights dimmed, and you start to feel a little bit better :)

🫧 at the end of the day, you do think you need to work on setting boundaries with other people when it comes to things like physical touch

🧋 but that's all for another day !!

☔️ right now, you're focused on nothing but the shared warmth between you and ayato and the soft sound of your breathing

🫧 all is well now :)

Here You Come Again [Part Two]

Fandom: Elvis Presley, RPF, American Actor

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Original Female Character

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Original Female Characters, Priscilla Presley, Colonel Tom Parker, Vernon Presley, Gladys Presley, Minnie Mae Presley, Marci Cunningham, Jerry Schilling, Red West, Sonny West, Marty Lacker, Joe Esposito, Charlie Hodge, Lamar Fike, Alan Fortas, George Klein, Memphis Mafia

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Word Count: 6118

Summary: When Addison Goodwin was seventeen years old her life was turned inside out after a chance encounter with her past. Now, fifteen years later her life is the best it’s ever been. She has a home, a good job and a daughter she loves more than anything in the world but will all that remain when an old familiar face rolls into town.

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Graceland, Las Vegas, The International Hotel, Elvis In Vegas, 1970s, 1970s Elvis, Friends To Lovers, Rekindled Romance, Parenting, Time Line is Sketchy, Guilt, Betrayal, Teenage Pregnancy, Hawaii, Hidden Pregnancy, Jealousy, Sex, Absence of Parent, Single Motherhood, Trauma, Oral Sex, Tension

Notes: I just watched Elvis again and now I’m sobbing. Good job this is a happy chapter innit fml

LINK TO ALL PARTS // LINK TO AO3 // LINK TO PINTEREST

‘Shit,’ Addison exclaimed as she noted the smoke now billowing out of the top of the toaster. She darted towards it, flicking the button which made the now charcoal-coloured bread pop up out of the top. With a sigh she grabbed it, wincing as it burned her fingertips before she dumped it in the trash can and popped another couple of pieces inside. She was distracted. She had been since last night; from the moment she had clapped eyes on him, Elvis.   Her heart ached at the thought of him. Then again it always hurt when she thought of him though admittedly it was less often these days. She thought about the way he had looked at her, his mind swimming as he took in every detail as if he was trying to put together a puzzle he didn’t have all the pieces for. Addison had all the pieces but the picture they made wasn’t exactly a rosy one which is why she had longed to get out of there the minute she could. It was why she had left when she was seventeen. Her mind flitted to the image of Jess stood beside them, watching them closely, her eyes just as confused as his had been. Jess.   She wondered if she knew.   ‘No,’ Addison thought, ‘no she would’ve said something.’   It was true. Her daughter wasn’t one to keep things from her. She was a good kid and being that it had always been the two of them they were closer than most mothers and daughters she knew. Then again, she hadn’t told her she was sneaking out of the house to go and see him perform. She didn’t even know she liked his music.   Addison had never played it outright, but she had never forbidden it either, fearing it would spark a curiosity in her daughter she didn’t want to ignite. His films had been played on TV and she’d heard his songs on the radio but it was only ever in passing. Even when he started doing shows in Vegas it wasn’t much of a concern since she rarely had cause to go into the city other than work and the acts in town didn’t really interest Jess. He wasn’t as popular with the younger generation as he once had been and when Jess had bragged about being a fan of The Rolling Stones or Led Zeppelin Addison couldn’t help but celebrate.   But now she was sneaking out of the house to see him. Allowing Addison to get back to an empty house after a twelve-hour shift only to find her daughter’s bed empty before receiving a phone call from some stranger telling her she was at a club. That wasn’t her daughter.   Which had to mean she had an ulterior motive for going right? A curiosity about something more than music? Whenever Jess had asked about her father Addison had remained vague. The details hurt too much to speak of in those early days and it wasn’t as though Jess would understand everything anyway. She was just a kid. She’d told her they had known each other for a couple of months but he was in the army and Addison had lost touch with him before she could tell him she was pregnant. That wasn’t entirely untrue she had just skirted over the fact she knew exactly where to find him should she want to.   Her mind was spinning, something that it had been doing all night which is why she was running on coffee and nerves only. She didn’t even hear Jess enter the kitchen until she heard her name called.   ‘Mom?’ she heard Jess say and she turned around from the kitchen counter to find her daughter, still in her pyjamas, watching her nervously from the kitchen door. ‘Sit down,’ Addison said finding her throat surprisingly dry, ‘breakfast will be a minute.’   As Addison turned back to the counter, grabbing the fresh pieces of toast out of the toaster as she did, Jess watched her closely. She didn’t know what was happening. Where was the yelling? Where was the punishment? Not only had there been no freakout but she was making her breakfast as if it was any other day. Jess was bewildered but feeling she’d kick things off if she didn’t listen to what her mother said she took a seat at the kitchen table just as Addison plonked a plate of bacon, eggs and toast down in front of her.   ‘You should eat,’ Addison said quietly. ‘I’m not hungry,’ Jess said feeling another round of nausea bubble inside her at the sight of the food on her plate. Her mother turned to eye her. ‘It’ll help soak up the alcohol,’ she said wryly, ‘besides if you’re gonna throw up again you’d rather have something on your stomach. Trust me.’ ‘You heard me throw up?’ Jess said a vague memory of practically crawling to the bathroom around four thirty am flashing into her mind. ‘Why do you think I didn’t hit you with any yelling yet?’ Addison asked as she slipped into her chair, ‘I’m not that mean.’   ‘So you’re saving it all for this morning huh?’ Jess asked nervously receiving a sigh from her mother. She didn’t look at her, she was too nervous too, so even though she felt horrendous she tucked into her eggs trying not to vomit as they slid down her throat. ‘I’m not going to yell at you,’ Addison said which finally made Jess look up, surprise dancing across her features. ‘You’re not?’ Jess asked, ‘but I thought-’ ‘You’re a kid,’ Addison shrugged, ‘kids do dumb stuff. It’s nothing none of your friends won’t do at some point. I’m just happy it didn’t go worse than it could have. I mean you’re lucky I was at home when the guy called, I was just about to come trawl the streets looking for you.’   Jess nodded trying to ignore the guilt that settled in as she spotted the worry on her mother’s face.   ‘I just…I just want to know why,’ Addison said. It wasn’t what she wanted to ask but she couldn’t exactly fire on all cylinders. Especially if there was a chance Jess didn’t know. That was the reason she’d done it in the first place. To protect her. ‘I don’t know,’ Jess admitted, ‘I mean the only ticket I could get was for the midnight show and I figured there was no way you’d let me go so…I snuck out. And then there was this guy and he asked if I wanted to join them and well, I didn’t know how to say no. So I went.’ ‘This guy who?’ her mother asked unsure of what to ask. She wondered who had invited her. Was it Elvis? One of the boys? She’d seen them around – had one of them recognised Jess but not known why? As question after question popped into her brain Jess spoke. ‘His name’s Rick...’ she said easing Addison’s tension at the unfamiliarity of the name, ‘I didn’t even really like him that much. I just didn’t want to seem lame, y’know?’ ‘Well I can’t say I’m thrilled you’d just go off with some random boy you’d never met but I understand,’ Addison sighed. She did understand. More than her daughter knew.   ‘What I don’t understand,’ Addison started making Jess’s eyes find hers, ‘is why you didn’t just tell me. I mean I didn’t even know you liked…him.’   She couldn’t say his name. It was ironic given the amount she had been thinking about him since last night but uttering the words in front of Jess felt unnatural. Not unnatural, but as though she was admitting something she didn’t want to.   ‘Oh,’ Jess said as nonchalantly as she could, ‘I didn’t. Not until recently. Some of the girls and I watched a couple of his films over the Christmas break and I thought his voice was good. We all tried to get tickets but I was the only one who could and well I figured you’d never let me go on my own at night, so I just didn’t mention it.’ ‘Well next time tell me, okay? And maybe we can arrange something that will give me a little less of a heart attack,’ Addison said gulping down the rest of her coffee so she had an excuse to leave the table. As she washed her cup her mind raced. Jess didn’t know. That was something.   Jess watched her mother by the sink feeling horrendously guilty. She had lied to her, and it had tripped off her tongue so easily. She wanted to come clean, to confess that it wasn’t her friends that had sparked an interest in her but something else. She wanted to ask why her mother had been so concerned last night, why Elvis had looked at her the way he had. ‘Mom?’ she asked feeling the questions bubbling to the surface. ‘Yeah?’ Addison said turning around but once her hazel gaze was on Jess’s face she couldn’t bring herself to say anything. ‘Never mind,’ she said. Addison nodded as she glanced at her watch. ‘Come on, eat up and get dressed. I’ll run you to school,’ Addison said. ‘Wait I have to go in?’ Jess asked in disbelief. ‘It’s your first day back,’ Addison said simply. ‘I’ve been throwing up,’ Jess said as if it was self-explanatory. The nausea was settling a little bit but she still felt too tired and rough to even contemplate sitting through six hours of lessons. ‘Unfortunately I can’t write notes for hangovers,’ Addison said raising her eyebrow, ‘besides think of school as the lighter alternative to getting grounded.’ ‘This is non-negotiable huh?’ Jess asked. ‘Not a chance,’ Addison said as she headed towards the kitchen door, ‘I’ll be waiting in the car.’   ✵✵✵   Elvis was tired, a feeling that was made worse as he came out of his bathroom only to find the curtains of his suite were now wide open, forcing the low winter sun into his eyes and making him wince. Though however exhausted he felt he didn’t seem half as tired as Jerry looked. He was standing at the piano, looking out of the view of the city but he turned around as he heard Elvis enter the room, a solemn look on his face. That was when it all came flooding back.   Addison. Last night he had seen Addison, for the first time in fifteen years.   And then she was gone, running from him before he could even get his thoughts into place. Running from him with her daughter in tow. Her daughter.  Her fourteen-year-old daughter. That Elvis remembered.   It wasn’t that he had forgotten. How could he, after all, meeting the daughter of your ex who disappeared from the face of the earth fifteen years ago wasn’t exactly something that would slip your mind. He just hadn’t woken up properly yet. He didn’t even know how long he’d managed to sleep and though it didn’t feel like long the sinking sun in the sky begged to differ. After Addison had left Elvis had headed back to the hotel with only Sonny, Red and Jerry in tow, but once he was back in his suite he couldn’t sleep. He spent hours pacing in his room as he thought of question after question, too many of them to count.   The biggest one burned in his brain like the girl’s familiar face and bright blue eyes had for most of the night. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to ask it. He couldn’t bring himself to believe that if she was his Addison would’ve kept it from him.   Maybe that was why she hadn’t come back. Maybe after he’d left she’d met someone else and got knocked up, too ashamed to come back and tell him. Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe she had just wanted to leave and the kid had just happened straight after that, after all, all he knew was that she was fourteen she could have been born months out of the window for her to be his.   But still, the thought niggled at him.   Which was why he had asked Jerry to see if he could find her again. At least now he knew where to start looking.   As he moved into the room Jerry watched him like he had last night with concern and sympathy in his eyes. He had been the only one Elvis had permitted to stay in the room, much to the boys’ annoyance, and though he hadn’t said much he had allowed Elvis to offer up any thought and feeling he might have had without interjection.   ‘You got anything?’ Elvis asked moving past him towards the drinks cart in his room. He uncapped a bottle of vodka not even bothering to pour it into a glass before he swigged it down the sting of it in his throat waking him up just a tad. ‘Not much,’ Jerry said as Elvis moved to stand next to him, ‘I mean there’s a dozen Goodwins in the phone book. I’ve ruled most of them out, a couple didn’t answer so there’s a possibility there. I mean that’s if she’s still using her-‘ he faltered. Elvis glanced at him as realisation dawned on him. If she was still using her maiden name. Jerry cleared his throat uncomfortably before he pressed on, ‘anyway, that wasn’t what I noticed.’ ‘Oh yeah? What’ve you got Columbo?’ Elvis asked raising an eyebrow. ‘An address,’ Jerry said smirking at his friend’s quip as he placed a map down on the top of the piano. There were a couple of spots circled, others crossed out where his friend had ruled them out as possibilities but he was pointing to one circled not too far from the hotel. ‘A hospital?’ Elvis asked. ‘Desert Springs,’ Jerry said, ‘I remembered she was wearing a uniform, a nurse’s one. So I thought I’d chance it and what do you know, they’ve got an Addison Goodwin who works there. Starts her shift, oh, half an hour ago.’ ‘You don’t say,’ Elvis said feeling a smile creep onto his face. It looked like he was finally going to get some answers.   It didn’t take him long to get ready after that. Whilst Jerry went to arrange a car to get there Elvis showered and changed, his mind on Addison the entire time. The questions swirled in his mind once more. The more he thought about it though, the more concerned he got, and the more unsure he became about what he wanted the answers to be.   That uneasiness didn’t lift all the way over to the hospital. Thankfully no one seemed to notice their arrival though he didn’t know if that was because he remained tucked behind Sonny and Red as they walked through the halls or because Jerry had put in a word to keep it as low-key as possible. Whilst Jerry offered directions to Red and Sonny Elvis stayed quiet keeping his eyes trained on the men’s backs in front of him. That was until he heard Jerry say, ‘this should be the one.’ ‘You see her?’ Sonny asked looking around the long corridor as if she was just going to appear in front of him. Elvis looked up, his stomach flip-flopping as he noted there were people around and none of them were her.   ‘308 wants pain meds,’ he heard a voice say and he looked towards the nurses’ station up the corridor. There was a nurse standing behind it, young and attractive, though the aggravated look on her face made her look older than she was. She was holding a folder out and he watched as Addison glided into view and took it out of her hand. She opened it flipping through the pages inside it, unaware that she was being watched. Her hair was swept back from her face and she was wearing a crisp white uniform though it was offset by a pink cardigan, no doubt trying to keep the chill of the corridor off her. She looked beautiful.   ‘He always wants pain meds,’ Addison sighed, ‘I’ve told him the doctor will only prescribe so much.’ ‘Yeah well, you didn’t hear what he promised him on rounds this morning. He said all he had to do was ring his bell and one of us would be happy to-’ her fellow nurse said trailing off as she looked up and clocked Elvis standing there watching them. Addison’s brows knitted together as her friend’s voice disappeared though she quickly discovered the cause.   ‘Hey,’ Elvis said as he stepped forward, a gentle smile on his face as he tried to signal that he came in peace, but her face fell into a scowl. ‘Addie-’ her friend said but it was no use, Addison whipped around the nurses’ station and grabbed him by the arm pulling him away from the boys and her colleague until they were out of earshot. Elvis allowed himself to be dragged, trying to ignore the way her grip pinched at his skin through his sleeve.   ‘What the hell are you doing here?’ she snapped as she moved to stand in front of him. ‘I came to talk,’ Elvis said as if it were obvious. ‘I have nothing to say to you,’ she said folding her arms across her. Elvis watched her for a moment, the anger in her eyes as she looked at him. It was like the way she had looked at him the first time he had run into her again back at that fair. The way she had looked at him when he had tried to talk her into coming to live at Graceland. ‘Yeah, well, I have plenty. Most of them questions,’ he said irritably, ‘like what the hell is going on?’ ‘You need to leave,’ she said sternly. Elvis felt his uneasiness turn to anger. No matter what the explanation he still deserved to get one, right? ‘No,’ he said firmly, ‘I ain’t going anywhere. I mean you honestly expect me to just be happy with no explanation after you disappear into thin air for fifteen years without so much as a see you later-‘ ‘It wasn’t like that,’ she protested. ‘What was it like then, huh?’ he asked. ‘You have no idea,’ she said clenching her jaw to keep herself from crying. She could feel tears stinging at her eyes but they kept at bay. She wasn’t some kid anymore. And she certainly wasn’t going to cry in front of him.   ‘So tell me,’ Elvis said his tone softening a touch as he noticed the tears glinting off her lash line in the harsh hospital lighting. Addison looked at him and for a moment he thought he had won her over, that she was going to concede. ‘You need to leave,’ she said tightly his hopes crashing down around him. She may have looked just like that seventeen-year-old he had been able to smooth talk around but the woman looking back at him was by no means that girl. There was something harder to her, like a veneer he couldn’t crack. Like a mask slipping into place. Still, he tried to protest, ‘no, not until you tell me what’s going on.’ ‘No,’ she said, ‘you know what? No. You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to come back into my life and demand answers like you did when I was seventeen years old. You turned my life upside down then and I sure as hell won’t let you do it now.’ ‘Why because you’ve got a kid now? A kid who’s what? Fourteen?’ he asked pointedly making her eyes go wide. Addison could feel her heart hammering inside her chest as she looked at him staring down at her with those questioning blue eyes. Eyes that looked so much like Jess’s it hurt.   ‘Don’t,’ she said though it was little more of a whisper. ‘Addie please,’ he said quietly hoping that her tone was a good sign. Hoping that he’d broken her walls down even if just an inch. ‘If you don’t leave now I’ll call security. Doubt that’ll be good for image,’ she said sarcastically, pulling away from him. Elvis looked at her, the last dig hitting him in his gut. There were more people in the hall now and though they were separated from most of them by the boys, who had placed themselves strategically around them should anyone want to walk through, when he glanced to his side he spotted a security guard watching them, Sonny’s hand on the man’s chest as he tried to get closer.   ‘Everything alright?’ he asked looking at Addison first. She wrapped her arms around herself and nodded. ‘He was just leaving,’ Addison said and before Elvis could protest she strutted past him pushing through Red and Sonny and into a room behind the nurse’s station. Elvis sighed. So much for getting answers.     ✵✵✵   Addison pulled into her driveway and cut the ignition, watching as the headlights faded away leaving her staring at her garage door. Her gaze was fixed for a moment as she tried to tell her feet to move, but they wouldn’t. She was too tired not that it was anything to do with her second late shift of the week. No, this exhaustion was something else entirely. After seeing Elvis yet again she was emotionally drained. Still, sitting in her car wasn’t going to fix that so after grabbing her bag off the front seat she climbed out.   No sooner had her foot hit the concrete than her name was being called and she looked up to find Elvis making his way across the road from a car parked opposite her house. Addison hurried her movements, forcing the key to turn in the lock quickly as she attempted to scurry up her driveway.   ‘Addison,’ he called as he reached her garden, the gravel of her front yard crunching under his foot as he hurried towards her. ‘What? Stalking me at work wasn’t enough now you have to come to my home?’ she asked though she didn’t slow down. She was at her front door now, turning the key in the lock as quickly as she could. ‘We need to talk,’ Elvis said indignantly. ‘I have nothing to say to you,’ she said as the door unlatched and she stepped inside. When she turned around to close it though he was on her front step. ‘Yeah? Well you don’t get to decide that,’ he said putting his foot in the door as she tried to slam it closed in his face, ‘Addison stop.’ ‘Elvis,’ she said feeling the emotional roller coaster she had been on all day hit a new peak. Except now it wasn’t anger like she had felt at the hospital. Now it was fear. He was at her home and Jess was upstairs in bed. It was too close. Too real. ‘No Addison,’ he said sternly, ‘you can’t run away from me. Not again.’ ‘I can’t do this,’ she said feeling her heartbeat in her ears, ‘you can’t be here.’ ‘Addie please,’ Elvis said though the authority was gone from it now. He wasn’t demanding, he was begging. ‘I didn’t run away to hurt you. I did it to protect me. From this, from all of this,’ she said brokenly, ‘don’t you see that?’ ‘Did you think you could run forever?’ he asked looking at her expectantly, ‘you had to know this would happen.’ ‘You weren’t supposed to know,’ she said her breath hitching in her chest as she looked at the heartbreak on his face. ‘Addie,’ he breathed. ‘Please just go,’ she said feeling her own voice beg this time. ‘Addie, is she?’ he asked. He couldn’t bring himself to say the words, to utter them out loud. ‘I can’t,’ she whispered as tears started to spill over and down her cheeks. Elvis could feel tears forming in his own eyes but he closed them, his jaw clenching to prevent the dam from breaking before he asked again. ‘Is she?’ he didn’t need an answer. The look on her face was enough. It was one of heartache, guilt and sorrow. ‘Please just go,’ she begged, ‘please.’   Elvis looked at her, feeling the anger and determination that had been stirring inside of him as he waited in the car outside her house for her to arrive home melting away when he saw how vulnerable she looked. It was a look he had seen before. When it came down to it, she couldn’t pretend, not with him. He didn’t say anything but he pulled back allowing her to push the door closed in front of his face. Addison fell against it, her head resting on the wood as tears streamed down her face.   ‘Mom?’ she heard Jess call and when she turned around her daughter was standing at the top of the stairs watching her worriedly. Addison’s hands flew to her face so she could push her tears away before she moved towards the kitchen where Jess couldn’t see her.   ‘What are you doing up? You should go back to bed you’ve got school,’ she called before she disappeared out of the girl’s sight. She could hear her daughter moving down the stairs, but she busied herself with the coffee machine as if she needed to add caffeine to the situation. Jess watched her mother from the kitchen door that guilt from earlier returning as she noted the way Addison tried to keep herself together, her chest moving unevenly as she tried to suppress the sobs from inside her.   ‘Mom?’ Jess said again though Addison didn’t reply this time, ‘it was him, wasn’t it?’ ‘You should be in bed,’ Addison stated still refusing to look at her daughter. However, Jess didn’t listen to her mother and instead inched into the kitchen hoping she was brave enough to say what she needed to.   ‘He’s my dad, isn’t he?’ she said quietly. That made Addison turn around. Her hazel eyes were wide with disbelief as she tried to make her daughter’s words register in her brain. They wouldn’t compute though. ‘How did you-’ she said trailing off as she looked at Jess who was now shifting uncomfortably, the guiltiest look on her face. Addison’s heart ached. She had found out and from someone other than the one person it should’ve been.   ‘Oh Jessie,’ she said moving to envelop her daughter who hugged her back, still feeling guilt swirl inside her. They stayed there for a moment, hugging in the middle of the kitchen, until Addison felt her heartbeat settle just a touch but enough that she could move them to the kitchen table. Jess took a seat beside her, almost chewing her lip off with nerves as her mother’s gaze fell on her.   ‘I don’t even know what to ask,’ Addison said after a minute, ‘I mean how did you…’ ‘I found a box of pictures a-at Aunt Marci’s over Christmas b-break,’ Jess said quickly as if she was on trial and had to get her defence out as quickly as possible. As if her mother wouldn’t blame her if she thought Marci’s carelessness was to blame. Yet as she clocked her mother’s patient expression, she realised she didn’t need to. ‘Go on,’ Addison said quietly trying to ignore how her heart squeezed tighter in her chest at the sound of Jess’ stammering, something that only happened when she was nervous. ‘There were pictures of the two of you together…you guys looked like a couple. The date said 1957 and…I mean I knew you were from there but I wondered why you’d never said anything, so, I did some digging,’ she said dropping her gaze to her lap though Addison remained silent, ‘and I found out all these things about him…that he was in the army. And well, I started thinking.’   Addison watched her closely, their eyes meeting as Jess finally looked back up her face still full of nerves as she continued.   ‘I guess I didn’t believe it at first. I mean Elvis Presley my dad yeah right,’ she scoffed, making Addison frown, ‘that’s why I went to the concert. I thought if I saw him on stage I’d just know y’know? But I didn’t, not really. Then I met him and it was like I knew but not enough…I didn’t know until I saw the pair of you. The way you looked so scared…I knew.’ ‘Oh honey,’ Addison sighed as guilt coursed through her. ‘I’m sorry,’ Jess said quietly. ‘What are you sorry for?’ Addison asked confused. ‘I…I didn’t know it’d hurt you like this,’ Jess admitted pushing a new wave of guilt through Addison which worsened still as she said, ‘mom, is he a bad guy?’ ‘What? Oh, honey no,’ she said with a sigh, ‘no, it’s not him…but the world he lives in, it’s not like our world Jessie.’ ‘That’s why you didn’t tell me?’ Jess asked. She was feeling braver now. She’d gotten out everything she had wanted to say and her mother hadn’t shut her down, and though that was something she still had questions burning inside her though. ‘I didn’t do it to hurt you,’ Addison said quietly, ‘but there was no way I, we, could stay in that world. You gotta understand baby, I was a seventeen-year-old kid with this amazing little girl. And I wanted to protect you. I didn’t have anyone to protect me but I could do that for you.’ ‘Did he hurt you?’ Jess asked feeling an uneasy shift inside her at her mother’s words. ‘Not him,’ Addison said. It wasn’t a full answer but it was the only one she felt as though she could give. After all, she’d spent the past fourteen years protecting her daughter she wasn’t going to stop now. But she could see the confusion in her daughter’s eyes so she did offer something to try to help, ‘it’s a long story and you don’t need to hear everything…. not yet. But he didn’t hurt me. If it was just him maybe I could’ve gone back but I couldn’t risk that.’ ‘Are you mad he knows?’ Jess asked. Addison took a deep breath and shook her head. ‘I guess it was always gonna come up eventually. I just figured I’d have a little while longer. That it’d be your decision when you were a grown-up,’ she admitted. She could see the cogs turning in her daughter’s mind, questions popping up before they disappeared again and Addison had to make a conscious effort to remember to breathe. Finally, she watched as the question she wanted to ask landed.   ‘Are you saying I can’t see him again?’ Jess asked nervously. ‘Jess,’ Addison sighed. She didn’t know why but this was the question she was least prepared for. ‘I know it’s not going to be easy,’ Jess said quickly, ‘but I want to.’ ‘Baby I don’t know,’ Addison said hoping her daughter wouldn’t feel too dejected. It had been what she was protecting her from all her life and here her daughter was wanting to dive in headfirst, ‘you don’t understand what it’s like. The press, the fans, everything. It’s a lot to deal with. I don’t think that kind of pressure is good.’ ‘But you do know what it’s like,’ Jess said quickly, ‘and you know me. You said yourself you didn’t have anyone to protect you from all that but I have you right? ‘Of course you do,’ Addison said but Jess was on a roll. ‘And I know that whatever happens, you’ll protect me,’ she said her blue eyes watching Addison with hope, ‘Mom…I really want to meet him. I mean I love you don’t get me wrong and I wouldn’t trade you in for anything but…I really wish I had a dad sometimes…you get that, right?’ ‘More than you know,’ Addison admitted her mind flashing to her father for just a moment before Jess’ small questioning voice spoke once more.   ‘So, can I? Can we at least try?’ she said watching Addison with pleading eyes. One’s that she could feel herself yielding to, ‘and if it all goes wrong and it’s awful you can say I told you so till the cows come home.’ ‘Oh honey it’s not that I want it to go wrong,’ Addison said grabbing her daughter’s hands in her own as she looked at her, ‘I just worry you’ll get hurt if it does.’ ‘But I’ve always got you…right?’ ‘Right,’ Addison nodded. That was true, no matter what happened Jess would always have her. ‘So can we? Please?’ Jess asked her breath holding in her chest as she waited for her mother to answer. Addison thought about it for a moment, everything inside her screaming no until she took one look at her daughter’s face. Protection was one thing but what good was it if it made her miserable in the process?   ‘We can try,’ she said quietly as Jess leapt forward and wrapped her arms around her practically winding her, ‘but I’m not promising a thing.’ ‘Thank you,’ Jess said excitedly. ‘And I’m speaking to him first,’ Addison added, ‘before anything happens.’ ‘Yeah I know,’ Jess said nodding against her shoulder making whatever authority Addison felt inside her melt away as she doubted Jess was even really listening to her. ‘And don’t pin all your hopes up on this okay,’ Addison said. ‘I won’t,’ Jess said before adding quietly, ‘is that a yes?’ ‘It’s a we can try,’ Addison said as Jess pulled back though she was unable to shake the excitement from her face as she looked at her mom. ‘Okay,’ Jess said with a smile, ‘I love you.’ ‘I love you too,’ Addison said placing a hand on Jess’ cheek before she shook her head reality dawning on her, ‘you should go back to bed.’ ‘Okay,’ Jess said moving out of her mother’s grasp so she could get up. She moved to the door, lingering by it as Addison watched her.   ‘Night mom,’ she said with a smile. ‘Night sweetheart,’ Addison said offering her one in return though it was a touch more forced. Once she had disappeared up the stairs and she had heard her door latch closed Addison moved to shut the kitchen door before she moved to the phone. She tried to ignore how her hands shook as she grabbed the directory off the shelf below the phone, flipping through it until she found the number listed for the International Hotel.   Though the reception desk picked up straight away once she was patched through the phone rang out, making nerves bubble inside her. She hoped he’d answer soon before her nerves took hold and she hung up. If she didn’t do it now she never would.   Finally the line clicked on and a voice mumbled, ‘hello?’ ‘Jer?’ Addison asked her nerves calming a little now he was on the line. ‘Addie is that you?’ he said she could hear him scrambling to get seated other end, ‘hang on, we’ve just got back he’s in his suite but I can get him just wait a minute-’ ‘No,’ Addison said making the man stop whatever moving he was doing, ‘it’s you I wanted.’ ‘Me?’ Jerry asked. ‘I need to see him,’ she said simply. ‘Do you want me to bring him back over?’ ‘No, no,’ Addison said quickly, the thought of him actually inside her house making her freak out. No, at his hotel she could still keep their worlds separate should anything go wrong, ‘I’ll come to you. I have a day off tomorrow.’ ‘Right,’ Jerry said. ‘But I want to see him alone,’ she stated hoping the other man would agree, ‘no one can know, okay?’ ‘Okay,’ Jerry said tentatively. He was making deals he wasn’t sure he should be but he was sure that Elvis wouldn’t mind, not if it got her within reach again. ‘I’ll meet you at the hotel,’ she said, ‘the lobby, is 2 pm okay?’ ‘That’s fine,’ Jerry said scribbling a note on the pad beside his bed as if it would slip his mind though he knew it wouldn’t. Addison lingered twirling the phone cord around her finger nervously as she tried to finish what she wanted to say. Her other stipulation. ‘And Jer,’ she said. ‘Yeah?’ ‘Don’t tell him,’ she said though it sounded more like a plea than a statement. Jerry felt an uneasiness wash over him, the same kind of uneasiness he had felt when he had watched his best friend walk back to the car heartbroken. ‘Addie,’ he sighed, ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Please Jer,’ she said. She needed him to agree. She knew it was a selfish request but it wasn’t as though she was doing it to spite him. She wasn’t asking him to do it because she longed to ambush Elvis, the way he had her, but because she wanted to know she still had an out. If she needed it, she could still run. ‘2 pm,’ Jerry said, ‘he’ll be there.’

Could we work? Pt.12

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Pairing: Billy Hargrove × F!reader

Summary: When billy rolls into town and all the girls are talling at his feet...... Why won't she?

Warning: Cussing, Sexual innuendo, sexual comments, harassment, billy being well billy.

A/n: I will be posting a part two to this, I really like this fic and please let me know if you guys like it.

Please like, share, reblog, and/or comment. Also want to try taking request so please feel free to message me a request idea, will let you know about the stuff I don't write. But please enjoy. ALSO THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES

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The date with Billy went well after I explained that I was not some damsel in distress; he convinced me not to leave early and took me out to get some real food. It went so well that I even gave him a small kiss on the cheek after he took me home, maybe a lot less than what he was used to getting, but he seemed okay with it. There were no problems until I sat across from him at lunch today and could see at some angles the bruise on his ribs; he didn’t say anything about it, so I didn’t push him. As usual, I gave him half of my food, and we quietly ate until Steve came over to my table.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Billy?” Steve interrogated; Billy didn’t seem in the Mood for Steve, so he didn’t answer. Steve sat down next to me and passed me a note. ‘We’re having a movie night with the kids. Do you want to join?’ Read the message, and I replied to him with a sure also asking if Billy could Join. Though they may not like each other, if They could actually have a proper conversation, maybe they could be good friends. 

“Nope, not allowed; they’ll ruin it for everyone” Steve responded out loud. I sighed and wrote that I would not attend as Billy had asked to watch a movie with me tonight. Steve scoffed and laughed, which caught Billy’s attention.

“Really, you’re going to miss movie night for Him?” Steve questioned further; I looked at him, now annoyed, and shrugged my shoulders. I returned the paper and wrote, ‘Don’t be an asshole, he’s not even mean. Billy’s a nice person once you get to know him. He’s not going to ruin anything.’ I then went back to eating my lunch.

“But she’s going to be there, and I don’t want to make her all tense with what’s already going for her” Steve elaborated. I nodded and sighed. I wrote to him that I’ll join them next time. He looked slightly disappointed but nodded and left the table. Billy raised an eyebrow, and I just shook my head. I cleaned up my trash and went to my locker; Billy followed suit and did the same. 

“So, what movie do you want to watch?” Billy asked me. I thought for a second before I leaned into him.

“Pretty in Pink” I whispered in his ear; he had flinched when I leaned into him but relaxed when I spoke. I opened my locker and took out some supplies. I handed them to Billy, and he didn’t protest. After I finished passing him all of my stuff, I fixed his shirt, and he started to get a little defensive; I leaned closer to his chest and gave his bruise visible to me a small kiss. 

“Kisses are supposed to make the pain disappear" I said softly; he bit his lip nervously, and I smiled at him. I started walking toward my class, and Billy followed; he put my stuff down on my desk, and I gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“I’ll see you after class, sweetness” He assured

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Simon "Ghost" Riley X Male!Reader Mafia AU (Chapter Four) "Nice?"

Memories from last night, slight miscommunication and panic settle in as (Y/N) realise what happened, but fear not because (Y/N) wants nothing but healthy communication even if they both suck ass at it and is that... friendship forming?

+18 themes, Minors do not interact I will block you. Reblog if you enjoyed, it means a lot more then you realise, leave a comment if you want to be on the tag list. Happy holidays everyone.

Warnings: Cod typical stuff, mentions of abuse, vomit(not Emetophilia), near panic attacks because of some not so nice things. It's still based on the military propaganda game of Cod, so expect stuff like that.

Word Count: 1950 (ish)

Short chapter because I have been away to my dads place baby sitting a 40 kilo big puppy dog who really believe himself to be a lap dog. He isn't, he is very heavy and not really a puppy anymore, hard to write with him constantly demanding attention.

Read on ao3 here

(Y/N) woke with a splitting headache and groaned. The conversations from yesterday vaguely played on his mind as he rolled out of bed. “Why must I be cursed with hangovers?” (Y/N) asked as he stood up carefully, he grabbed the nearest clothes, a big t-shirt as well as some tracksuit bottoms. He hopped into the shower, ignoring the way the water hitting the tile made his head burn with the power of a thousand suns.

Finally out of the shower, dried off and dressed for comfort, (Y/N) headed into the kitchen where the familiar masked man was sitting, his mask brought just up past his lips as he drank a cup of tea. “So much for being able to hold your liquor.” Ghost said.

“I don't usually drink whiskey that quickly one after another. Damn nearly emptied that whole thing, sure does feel like it anyway.” (Y/N) said as he took 2 aspirins before taking them. He swallowed them with cold water before resting his head against the cold glass.

Ghost chuckled. “Well, you made your bed.” He said. “Or well, I made you get into bed.”

“Funnily enough I don’t remember that part.” (Y/N) said. “Although that does… right, sorry you had to do that.” He looked away from the other.

“Isn’t the first time I have done that, won’t be the last. Don’t worry about it.” Ghost said.

“I am going into the basement and enjoying the cold there.” (Y/N) said and didn’t stop to listen to what Ghost said.

He barely made it down the steps before his legs gave out from underneath him. (Y/N) leaned against the nearest wall as the cold floors sucked any heat out from his legs and torso, leaving a cold rotten feeling in his stomach. He grabbed the nearest trash can and puked.

Once done he sat back and wiped his mouth, the burn from his stomach acid stayed at the back of his throat but he couldn’t move.

No. (Y/N)’s eyes remained on his legs, those legs covered and littered in scars, scars no one, not even König had been allowed to see, despite their years together.

(Y/N) pushed away any thoughts about what the other may think or have seen as he tried to control his breathing, he needed to prevent that incoming panic attack.

(Y/N) placed his hands on his head as he groaned out. “I am in the moment, I am calm, and nothing is going on.” He whispered over and over to himself as he gently banged his hands against his head, not causing damage.

(Y/N) took a deep breath and looked up, only to come face to face with that Ghost mask and those intense eyes. He glared at him. “What?”

“Heard you throw up, figured you needed some water.” Ghost said, holding the glass out.

(Y/N) looked at the glass for a moment before sighing and taking it. He took some of the water, and swirled it around his mouth before spitting it out in the trash can. (Y/N) closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the cold wall.

Ghost didn’t say anything but didn’t move either, his job was to protect after all, so here he was, protecting and definitely not worried about someone he had met a day ago. No sir, this was just Ghost doing his duty to the Price Family, who (Y/N) was a part of, his boss’s son. At least, that was what Simon was trying to convince himself and Ghost.

Yeah… Simon was definitely getting too close for comfort, he was starting to care for a man he didn’t trust- didn’t completely trust…

“Why did you change my clothes?” (Y/N) asked, voice monotone much like Ghost.

Simon cleared his throat and looked at him. His eyes closed and his hands trembled lightly. “I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, don’t worry I didn’t see anything.” He said. “It was dark in your room.”

(Y/N) opened his eyes and looked at him, for a moment Ghost swore the eyes were red yet it disappeared just as quickly as it came, leaving him with those cold dead (E/C) eyes. “Good.” (Y/N) said before standing up. “Don’t undress me again even if I am drunk, I don’t care if I look uncomfortable or anything of that sort, do not undress me.”

(Y/N) grabbed the trashcan and walked up, leaving Ghost behind in the basement to maul over everything. Ghost knew he had made a mistake and he knew the wrath of John Price with mistakes, even though the man was better than his own family by a long shot, not that it took much, John Price was still a man to be feared.

In just that moment, Simon was 17 again, face full of regret as he had lost far too much cargo and the punishment that followed…. The years of having to prove himself over and over again just to work himself up to his position, just to regain Price's trust in him. It hadn’t been fun or pretty, he still had aches where the bullets had entered him. His elbow was graced and it had never been the same, on a cold morning it was still locking up despite years of physical training under his belt.

In short, Simon absolutely hated it. He hated the feeling, the primal fear, no, the terror he felt. He knew (Y/N) ‘earned name’ and he wasn’t ready to be on the receiving end of that.

Simon sat for far too long, his knees started hurting and his whole lower back was cold, wide eyes hid behind his mask when he finally made his way up, when he finally realised he needed to face the consequences of his actions, Simon should have known based on (Y/N)’s answer the day earlier than being seen without clothes was something far far too personal, that it was reserved for that one person, someone he genuinely seemed to care about even if he couldn’t, Simon… no Ghost was not that person, (Y/N) only knew Ghost, the weapon, the tool, the unbroken loyal dog to the Price family. (Y/N) didn’t know Simon, he was probably never going to, there was no need to know Simon, Price knew Simon but (Y/N)... (Y/N) He was just as broken as Simon yet so much more capable of not falling apart, (Y/N) in his eyes, he had no reason for a Ghost of himself.

Simon slowly walked upstairs, each step painful, long and filling his stomach with cold spiked ice. He walked up and up and up, it felt like an eternity, a staircase to hell that only went up, as though all mythology had it wrong, that heaven was deep below where there was warmth and hell was above in the cold clouds. When he finally sat foot above the cellar he looked around, waiting to find someone waiting and yet… he saw no one, well he saw (Y/N) on the couch, big headphones on and music blaring so loudly that even Ghost could hear it from a distance.

(Y/N) was drawing on his sketch block, it was still crude at this point but Ghost could clearly see the agony in the sketch, he left (Y/N) alone and went outside, sitting in the sun, just letting his mask soak up all the heat he had lost in that basement, the good thing about wearing all black, he easily got heated up.

At some point he felt someone join beside him, he looked over to where (Y/N) was sitting with his back turned to him, still drawing and now playing quieter music, Ghost still couldn’t shake the feeling of impending doom, but this was… nice? Pleasantly so. He wasn’t being hit or made to do anything, (Y/N) even seemed to trust him enough to sit with his back to him, Ghost knew not why but he had a very strong feeling that much within the family would shift as soon as (Y/N) took over.

(Y/N) knew that Ghost hadn’t been mean about it, he had been drunk, well, influenced and did what he was supposed to do, take care of him. He should have specifically said not to undress him but that was something they could amend. Now (Y/N) just needed to calm down and relax. With something relatively easy. Drawing and music.

So he started by drawing out his emotions, the cold reality of how he felt, getting it down on paper and then folding it away was a good way for him to sit with his emotions and problems without resorting to drinking or other less ideal activities.

He hummed when he finished and turned his music down before placing something a little more quiet on. He decided on good feelings so he started drawing Ghost in a fun halloween suit that had ghosts on it. He eventually walked outside to Ghost where they sat in silence for 30 minutes while he finished colouring in the black and white photograph, he spun around and poked Ghost on the shoulder, the man looked at him and with an almost childlike giddy grin on his face, (Y/N) showed Ghost the picture of Ghost in a Halloween ghost suit.

(Y/N) watched in amusement as Ghost snorted and took the drawing presented to him. He shook his head. “Thank you… and I am sorry, I should have-” “-None of that.” (Y/N) interrupted. “I was responsible for telling you outright but I didn’t, so it’s on me, it is an honest mistake and the fact you apologised means a lot. Just… please don’t again.”

Simon smiled and nodded. “Yes sir.” He said, causing (Y/N) to groan and chuckle.

“Sir makes me feel old, just call me (Y/N) or (Nickname).” (Y/N) said, smiling slightly.

Ghost hummed out. “(Nickname).” In a way he couldn’t put into words, not that he was good at using words, that name, that nickname fit so well on his tongue, so perfect, so… The ice was beginning to melt away.

“Simon… call me Simon.” Ghost, no Simon said.

(Y/N) smiled and bumped his shoulder with him. “Alright, Simon, but this means we are attached now, name buddies, can’t get rid of me now.” (Y/N) said. “Guess I am sticking around.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way, (Nickname).” He said.

(Y/N) stood up and held his hand out. Simon took it and stood up before letting go, as (Y/N) turned around to walk back inside, Simon just looked down at his hand. He could still feel the heat from those short 3 seconds, he knew not why but he craved (Y/N)’s touch far more than he wanted to. Somehow (Y/N) had come in and torn down every single wall he had so carefully built around him for years, so carefully put up and reinforced so no one was to get in. After all, friendship isn’t in the field manual they were given, it wasn’t taught to them when Price trained them. It was not usable, it wasn’t necessary and yet, (Y/N), who Simon figured would be just as touch starved, was just coming in here, spending two days with him and already Ghost wants to become familiar, perhaps even friends, they were connected somehow in a way he had never felt before, it confused him and he had just given (Y/N) permission to use his name, to call him Simon and in return, he had been given a nickname to use, it was… nice? Was this friendship?

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for @auroraworldtourftbughead who asked about my "road trip to ohio" fic: ok so this is a s5 au that i started writing back in Feb/Mar. it picks up a few weeks after they find Polly's body, ie at the point in the show where it became extremely clear that they were just dropping the arc they'd been building for Betty & Jughead and veering off in another nonsensical direction. i really want to finish this one and correct the sins of late s5, lol. (and i just miss jughead's family!) here is a snippet from the beginning of the story:

It’s just past eight in the evening. She’s dragging the trash bins from the garage out to the sidewalk for tomorrow morning’s pickup when she sees him standing in the driveway next door, struggling to wrestle an oversized duffle bag into the storage compartment of his motorcycle.

“Jug. Hey.” She’s already halfway across the yard between their houses by the time he notices her. His eyes soften from surprise to mild concern as she approaches.

“Hey. How are you holding up?”

Betty mulls for a moment over her response. It’s a fair question to ask someone three weeks after they found their sister’s body rotting in the trunk of a rusting, broken junkyard sedan. She doesn't especially want to answer; she's just tired of coming up with ways to change the subject.

Thankfully the scene she's stumbled upon makes it easy. She gestures to the bag. "Hanging in there. What’s this?”

Jughead sighs, giving the duffel bag another half-hearted shove, to no avail. “I’m heading to Ohio for JB’s graduation.”

Recognition flickers dimly in her memory. He’d mentioned this to her weeks ago, when they were deep in investigation mode, one of probably a thousand things he’d said that had filtered in and out of her brain like water through a sieve. She’d said something like oh, my god, she’s graduating already? we’re so old! in response, and then promptly returned to obsessing over their latest clue in the hunt for the highway killer.

“But I guess the gift I got her is too big for this stupid thing –” 

“You’re driving all the way to Ohio on a motorcycle?” she interrupts. “In the middle of the night? Isn’t that, like, a seven hour drive?”

He shifts his gaze away from her, towards the Andrews house, which she interprets as yes, I know this is a dumb fucking idea and no, I don’t want to talk about it. 

After the last few months she's had, she can relate.

“It’s tomorrow,” he says. “I was supposed to leave yesterday, but – I kind of got distracted, with everything that’s been going on.” 

Betty tries not to react to that. He must mean “everything” that’s been going on with Tabitha – her parents’ arrival in town, their burgeoning relationship. Kevin had seen them out at a restaurant together with the Tates, holding hands at the dinner table. Betty wishes they’d just make it public already, post a couple's photo on Instagram or something. It’s getting uncomfortable, pretending she doesn’t know.

He's muttering to himself, hoisting the duffel bag out of the storage compartment and onto his shoulder. "Maybe if I repack this into a backpack instead…"

“You can take my car, if you want,” she offers, and then, without allowing herself to actually consider what she’s proposing, adds, “Or…I could come with you.”

Jughead freezes, his eyes darting from her face to her car where it sits in the opposite driveway, and then back again. “Oh, no – I couldn’t ask –” 

“We could tag-team the driving. And I’d love to see JB and your dad, and…everyone.” She doesn’t actually know if Gladys is still in the picture or not. “To be honest, I – I really need to get out of this house for a few days.”

She knows how she sounds: desperate. But she also knows that if anyone in her life can come anywhere close to understanding what this is like – what it means to be the child of a parent who is a walking, weeping open wound, a gaping hole of need that cannot possibly be filled – it’s Jughead. 

(And she feels guilty for thinking of her grieving mother in those terms, she really does, but the truth is she’s suffocating. Put on your own oxygen mask first, Dr. Glass told her all those years ago. It was just about the only useful thing he'd imparted to her in a cumulative sixteen hours of therapy, other than a prescription for Adderall.) 

“At least take the car,” she insists. “You can’t even fit your stuff in here.”

Jughead’s lips press together. His eyes flit back towards the house again – only the garage light is on, which is where he’s been staying. “You’re sure you want to sit in a car with me for seven hours? I’ve got terrible taste in music.”

Her face breaks out into a tremulous smile. It feels weird, but good – the first uncontrolled display of emotion she’s had in weeks that wasn’t borne of despair. 

“I’m sure.”