#((idk man make whatever you want?? see what the markets around you look like and what’s selling there??))
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🍉 Are you a planner, or are you more of a “eh we’ll see how this one goes” -type of crafter?
I’m more of a “how hard can it be” type of crafter. I think of something and go “well, how hard could that be?” and then I either crush it or learn “much harder than expected, actually”. I have done that for literally EVERYTHING I currently make. Cricut? How hard can it be? Punch needle? How hard can it be? Resin? How hard can it be? Polymer clay? How hard can it be? Stained glass? [I am forcibly yanked off the stage]
💖 Which one of your creations are you the proudest of? Show off!
This fucking shadow box from hell that took like 20 working hours to make and STILL hasn’t sold but is one of THE most gorgeous pieces I’ve ever made in my entire life
❄️ Do you have any crafting (either craft or community related) pet peeves?
(Saving the best because im a petty bitch and have Many)
- This is really vendor specific but I HATE event vendor group chats So Fucking Much. They are full of the absolute dumbest people on God’s green earth made specifically to annoy ME. Just a laundry list of “your reading comprehension is piss poor / how dare you say I piss on the poor” ass people. I have so many examples but the worst most recent one was the day before Easter we had an event in town that had been discussed for MONTHS beforehand. The event coordinator had sent us the set up info on multiple occasions, like I’ve actually never done a more organized event. So we’ve been told many times the set up time was 9am, show time was 11am, okay? The night before the event coordinator sends a message saying basically “hey yall I need you to park on x side of the building and at 10:30am we’re gonna lock the x side entrance doors” and people fucking LOST IT. Like there were IMMEDIATELY ten messages being like “so we only have thirty minutes of set up??????” I hate vendor chats. These people are so fucking stupid.
- I’m in a bunch of Facebook groups for beginners to ask questions in and the thing that just drives me insane is when people are like “hey I bought x thing at the store, how do i decorate it?” like????? However you want?? It’s for you?? What are you even talking about
- Also Facebook related but anyone who can’t read directions on shit and then asks why their resin piece fucked up make me so annoyed
- Also also people who just post a picture and then say “what’d i do wrong” with no further elaboration?? Idk man, what am I looking at??
- craft specific: pet peeve when I get poked by wire when making ribbon wreaths
- also when I misjudge where my finger is when deburring resin and nick my finger 😠
- when fabric won’t lay flat for a fucking iron on
- when the transfer tape gets a crinkle on top of a decal and makes the decal go a little wonky is my fucking 9/11
#ask games#statement ends#spyderinej#((thank you tori 🥺❤️🥺❤️🥺❤️))#((i have so many pet peeves and annoyances actually i could talk shit about Facebook groups for hours))#((if i see one more post that’s like ‘i want to start a business what should i sell’ my head is going to fucking explode))#((idk man make whatever you want?? see what the markets around you look like and what’s selling there??))#((ive added like ten different new things to my set up since starting just for variation at shows))#((no one can do this for you like you have to do it because you want to and it’s something you love))#((and i promise you are not going to make money from it for the first couple of years))#((like it’s a completely different ballgame from just selling to friends and family man))#((doing shows sucks))#((people don’t give a shit about handmade anymore))#((no one appreciates art because everyone thinks they can make it))#((the don’t see the 100s of hours and 1000s of dollars that go into learning craft making))#((anyway can you tell im at a show rn lmao))
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Hello! I absolutely love “Like Moths to Flame”!! There’s just something about Yandere crows 👀 💕 ! I was wondering if you could write Yandere crows (or Kaz and Jesper if you don’t want the whole gang) x a male Reader who’s a member from a rival gang?
P.S Hope you’re doing better ❤️
Yandere six of crows x male!reader
Yandere crows x male!reader
Notes: This is romantic. Also idk how Matthias would acted because I’m not to the books yet. But I’m getting there!
Warnings: Yandere tendencies, stalking, obsession, violence, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome.
Somehow you have managed to catch the eyes of the crows, the ones everyone knew about. Your poor little thing.
It’s going to be chaos from the time kaz learns about you, to the time you’re with them.
Lets say you are a new gunslinger, a talented one at that but you weren’t sent out much. You stayed back to make sure everything was okay, the plan and what ever you’re boss wanted.
Now the first time kaz lays his eyes on you was something he had never felt before, not really. He couldn’t take his eyes away from you for some reason, even when you and your friends were pointing guns at him.
Man made a mental note to look more into you after he got out alive. His team came to give him some back up, after a few deaths your group ran.
But you couldn’t run far enough to escape his mind.
Inej was the next be taken over. She was sent to watch over you and find out anything she could.
And when she first saw you, really took a close look at you she wanted to find out every single detail about you.
She would follow you around the market. How you seemed to be happier there then at your job. She loves your smile. Even sometimes when you were sent out on missions she followed to make sure you were okay.
Lets just say when the two of them start to obsess over you, the others follow.
Even if you are the most talented gunslinger, the biggest man, or strongest. They wouldn’t see you as that. You were weak and fragile and needed protection.
Their protection.
Soon they all talk about you. Or go out to see your face, in secret.
It started to freak you out that random things started to appear on your desk.
It started with Nina sending you sweets from the bakery. She caught you in there one day and knew the ones you liked. Nina had to get them everytime, some for you and her. If you liked them then she would too, makes her feel closer to you.
Then it was whatever you looked at in the market. Silk, clothes, jewelry or anything you liked. Even the ones you didn’t tell anyone about, something only you should know.
I see the team getting into fights and messing with your gang to see you. It was just to cute to see you point a weapon at them. But their little baby wouldn’t dream of hurting the once’s that love him the most. But you’ll see that soon.
Jesper fangirls each time he sees you with a gun. It’s just a sign you’re supposed to be his. He watches you practice all the time. 
That’s when the gifts started to get more freakishly pacific. 
He knows guns. So he knows what your weaknesses and strengths are, like what way you hold your guns. What length you like, he notices everything. So we sends you stuff with notes on them. “This should feel more your style, less weight.” Or anything like that.
Oh, the things that would happen if they hear you were hurt during a mission.
Who ever even touched a hair on your head in a bad way would die, but actually hurt your pretty skin? That’s it for them.
They torture who ever hurt you, saying things like no one should hurt what’s theirs, or that you were to perfect.
I’m taking days of torture, mostly kaz takes it but the others will give a punch or to. And, matthias will help kaz at times.
You started to notice that everyone that gave you trouble ended up dead less then a week. 
Wylan can’t get enough of you, yes he’s more of the “Heart eyes” yandere. He is your number one fan. He admires you so much and he can’t get enough. He blushes each time he sees you, rambles on about you all the time. 
Has poisoned someone before and will do it again. Anything for his love.
Mattias sees you like someone to keep safe. He wants to take you in his arms and never left you go. Him and Nina always fantasize what it will be like when you can finally cuddle with them.
Maybe he can teach you some fighting techniques, or read to you. He’s more of a motherly, but don’t mess with him though. He will rip a man apart with his bare hands for you.
Months of stalking, watching, wanting and waiting they finally kidnapped you. And they couldn’t be happy to be your new home.
They locked you in a bedroom that is filled with things you like, but nothing sharp or anything that you could hurt yourself with. Sometimes if you tried to run out the door they would tie you up.
At first you refused to eat, nina and wylan would beg you sweetly to eat. “I got your favorite.” She would lift it up to your lips. “Come on, it would make me very happy.” But you didn’t care if he was happy or not. They had kidnapped you and now treated you like a pet in a cage.
After a few days of you not eating kaz was getting more impatient, so he took higher measures. “Eat, now or you wouldn’t get another chance.” Being stubborn you didn’t listen to him.
The others were mad at him at doing that to you. He couldn’t stare you! But he had a plan, if he didn’t offer you food for a few days you would cave.
And you did cave.
“See that wasn’t so hard.” Kaz watched you eat the whole thing.
They all take turns who would stay with you at times.
It was hard to accept that you were trapped with them. They were always so clingy to you and wouldn’t let you have freedom.
Lets say after some faking and time they let you leave the room, but only a few times. Like Kaz’s room, being covered and taken to the town for being good.
Of course they were affectionate, even kaz in his own way.
Cheek kisses where their favorite way at first because you blushed and pulled away from them. “They’re too embarrassed.” They would say and not see you didn’t actually want it.
Kaz was carful with his touches, but sometimes he would pet your head or touch hands, only sometimes. But with time he’d warm up.
You were smothered by their love and it drove you crazy. Until your brain blocked off what they had done, and you feel in love them.
But that was easy because you’d never leave them. Never.
Couldn’t even if you tried.
#yandere six of crows x reader#yandere six of crows#yandere kaz brekker x reader#yandere kaz brekker#kaz brekker x reader#yandere jesper fahey x reader#yandere jesper fahey#jesper fahey x reader#wylan van eck x reader#yandere wylan van eck x reader#yandere wylan van eck#yandere nina zenik x reader#nina zenik x reader#yandere Nina zenik#yandere Inej ghafa x reader#yandere Inej ghafa#Inej ghafa x reader#yandere matthias helvar#matthias helvar x reader
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Clear card pros and cons (that i can remember i need to reread it again)
Pros:
SYAOSAKU DATING ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥
idk more content around our fave characters (though not as much but take it as you will)
The wierd ass technology update all of a sudden everyone has iphones (minus syaoran)
It picked up from the og ending where syaoran comes back from hong kong
SYAOSAKU DATING 🥹🥹🥹
SYAOSAKU WENT ON A DATE ‼️‼️
Unlocked sakura new swag (at the cost of ending her cardcaptor retirement…)
(Anime only) english dub actors of trc syaosaku voice ccscc syaosaku i thought that was pretty cool (syaoran sounds like maybe he went through puberty a little too early but thats okay)
(Anime only) SYAORAN SPEAKS FRENCH IN THE ENGLISH DUB
cute art style
Maybe just me but sometimes i get a little emotional seeing sakura in her daily life in middle school because its like !! Wow i remember when you were in 4th grade and now you’re in 7th grade im so proud of you sakura 🥹
Momo (new mascot to make marketable plushie off of)
(Anime only) MEILING COMEBACK ‼️
THE SYAOSAKU SONG HOSHI NO TEGAMI 😭😭😭😭😭 BEST SONG EVERRRR WTF SYAORANS SINGING VOICE IS SO!:?:)/$/? THEYRE SUCH A GOOD DUET
SYAOSAKU DATING. Btw. Theyre a couple. Theyre dating and theyre in love.
Cons:
KAITO.
New characters who happen to be mediocre
Akiho is literally just a carbon copy of sakura who is just sad (they refused to touch on the different aspects of her like reading books, singing and from kong kong only very rarely)
Kaito fucking sucks literally worst ccs of all time and THATS A LOT saying theres literal PEDOS in the fucking show but theyre all background characters but they can also piss off
Tbf i got confused along the way
Too many plot holes
Syaosaku angst
Syaosaku couldnt touch for a while 😔
Anyway why did yelan do that (referring to point above)
Some shit does not make sense
Tsubasa/xxxholic references (this is for you oomf)
Syaoran???? Is part of the “im keeping things from sakura” gang???? And it sucks so bad (yes it got resolved in the later half BUT IT STILL SUCKED)
TOO MANY THINGS KEPT FROM SAKURA JUST TELL HER DAMN
pushes most characters from the og manga aside to focus on akiho and that man 🙄🙄🙄
Clamp forces us to care about them but in reality we really do not gaf
(In reference to point above) Clamp sees that and pushes the nostalgia tactics/references sometimes and its lowkey tiring
The part where the syao/saku/tomo were reminiscing that fuck ass teacher made me ill i genuinely wanted to kms
Still hasnt gotten rid of their p*do ass shit thanks clamp very cool (sarcasm)
Did i mention that the og characters were pushed back? Because they really were
Akiho felt more of the main character of this story instead of sakura
Tbh not much happened in the entirety of this manga ESPECIALLY considering time shenanigans
Im still mad that syaoran hid stuff from sakura tbh
HOW CAN I FORGET THE UGLY ASS “YUNAAKI IS SIMILAR TO SYAOSAKU” PARALLELS AND HOW BADLY IT PISSES ME OFF
syaosaku dont look but theres an ugly bitch trying to be like you (yunaaki)
Yunaaki becoming borderline canon despite it being a toxic and p*dophilic ship
Kaito still exists in this fucking story and got a somewhat happy ending (befriending syaoran dont piss me the fuck off)
COMPARING KAITO TO SYAORAN KYS @ CLAMP
Kero/tomoyo/yue/nakuru/spinnel basically everyone magically involved is pushed back basically useless until the final act (i think i mentioned the character pushback before)
Still major plotholes
Yamazaki tells the truth now
Touya got whitewashed
Akiho still has too many similarities to sakura it still pisses me off. Why cant they make her her own character
My girl sakura developed anxiety
MY BOY SYAORAN DEVELOPED DEPRESSION
angsty ass middle schoolers
Didnt like the scene where sakuras grandad was basically throwing shade at syaoran comparing his romance with sakura to … sakura’s fuckass dad grooming her mom. What
Syaoran calmed down a bit i miss when he was chaotic af but whatever #middleschoolerthings
Season 2 is taking forever to release good lord
#thats about it i can think for now#if i remember i’ll probably add more idk#clear card spoilers#thoughts
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That green and blue machine are both 125,000$ each can u fucking believe that. Only those two bro holy fucking shit. Omg and in the third pic u can’t see well but behind the fence is a robot arm it’s like a while ass transformer. And so it does shit don’t even ask me what but it was rlly cool. Btw this entire time Ive been at the restaurant and me my aunt and my gma and we’ve been waiting while my mom uncle and gpa talked with other clients and business ppl and babe it’s been like two hours and they just got back and they’re arguing about them bc idk prices n shit they said and whatever n they’re like yelling a lil at the table rn and my uncle is saying like u guys are treating this like a spy game and u guys are always so skeptical and thinking shit and my mom and gpa are like being like in a way it is we’re the top 20% more expensive in the market which is bad bc ppl want cheaper obv. N apparently an employee sent these people a list of our costs like how much It cost to produce n stuff n that’s rlly fucking bad like crisis type shit bc ofc we sell at a much higher prices and whatever like there’s a lot more to it that I don’t understand. Now my uncles saying u guys are always so negative and ppl are looking at us. Anyways I’m listening and talking to u it’s 3:31 pm rn. So back tl where I was. We went back to the conference room and they gave us giftssss Ik they’re like mini coffee cups. Omg bruh I can tell my moms backing out now😭 ok so I didn’t take pictures of them inside cus I wasn’t trynna open that shit. Oh yes and this typical Arabic cup to make coffee in. Cool souvenir or whatever. Ok I just got up it’s 3:41 rn I’ll finish typing In a bit. It’s the same thing following them around the fair. Then we finished the tour and got the gifts and then they took us to eat and resturaunt was sooooo pretty idk like the nature outside I felt like I was in the backyard of a rich Californian home idk and bro the food was soooooooo good and I drank Turkish tea again I loved the food. And once again no fucking wifi I always take screenshot to show u so we are and talked for like two hours and then we left and we went back to the factory and we left to the city again in the van and I slept the entire way and they woke me up and we were at a fucjing mall and I was mad as fuxk bc bro I was tired and I’m trynna get home to my man. And so we were there and like nothing was even open like it was rlly new. And I was bored as fuck but it was rlly pretty and then I’m so fr I took a picture of every cat I saw. And so we walked home and we stopped to get groceries and omg I forgot I to tell u at the mall we ate at a cafe. In the morning I took a picture of this place called mustafah u can look again n I thought it was silly bc everyone’s name here is mutsafah and we coincidentally ate there and it was sooooo good I ate a carénele tres leches it was so fucking good and I drank a coffee and they were in these cups that I loved they reminded me of u so much so I wanted them so bad so I went to buy them n they didn’t sell them so I got another ones that I think ull think are rlly cool they remind me of underthink logo. So they’re for our house. Then we walked home n we stopped be a grocery store for food and that’s when k got my Piña and then I stopped at this case place bc I’ve still been trynna get ur sparkly thing for ur cameraaaaa so I went and looked and asked for ur phone n they didn’t have any at that place but they had for mine but I just know they’ll have it at another one of those so don’t worry ur still getting one and I also got u this thing for ur charger u can put on it. I love you😄 n then got home n talked to u for like four hours I think even five
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What happened with chapter 19 of reason?
i'm super late to responding to this but i'm glad u asked this bc i completely forgot that the tumblr app ppl (not the users, the creators/reviewers, idk what they r called) reviewed the ch. 19 post & decided it needed a community label aka a 'mature: sexual themes' label so ig that makes it so u can't read it unless ur 18+ ? at least, i'm assuming that's how it works anyway
Regardless, it's annoying bc other chapters have had a lot more "sExUaL tHeMeS" than that one-and have prolly mentioned worse (ex. the chapter w devon's past etc etc) BUT that one got flagged somehow
But basically, I'm just gonna repost chapter 19 in this post & if it gets flagged/labelled again I'll jus make a separate post w a ch. 19 summary or something
~ Reason - ch. 19 repost below ~
Devon quickly placed the last dish on the rack and grabbed a hand towel. She hastily dried her hands before looking down at her clothes to make sure she hadn’t gotten them wet.
They were-in fact-not wet, “Perfect.”
Just as she headed towards the door she paused. She patted at her sides.
“Shit.” she muttered, “My bag.”
She ran to her room and grabbed her bag.
Just as she ran back to the living room, Levi had entered the apartment. He wore his typical Scout attire minus the ODM gear. His scout regiment jacket was also slung over his arm.
She suddenly got a flashback to their second encounter on the street—where he’d defended her from a drunk man. He’d had his jacket slung over his arm just like that.
She shook her head, “Levi..Hey.”
He briefly looked her up and down, “Where you going?”
“To work. I’m running a little late.”
She spoke quickly as she slipped through the narrow space between him and the door.
“There’s leftovers in the fridge if your—“
“Wait.” he suddenly threw his jacket onto the table before stepping out and closing the door behind them.
She raised a brow, “What-“
He locked the apartment door, “I’ll walk with you.”
She blinked, “Oh.”
She didn’t think too much of it as she headed towards the steps. He followed after her.
“How late are you?”
She glanced over at him. He looked tired-which was typical for him-but it still didn’t make her feel any better about it.
“Not that late. I just want to have enough time to walk there, y’know.”
He descended the steps alongside her. When they reached the bottom he opened the door for her to walk out first.
“Thank you.” she murmured.
The moment they stepped outside they were greeted with the searing hot warmth of the sun. She adjusted the top hat over her eyes.
She kept a hand on her purse’s strap as she walked through the crowded streets. She glanced over to see Levi walk in stride beside her, his hands in his pockets.
“Have you been getting any sleep?” she asked-a bit hesitant.
He didn’t look at her when he answered, “What-do I look tired.”
She didn’t get the chance to respond because a line of three kids suddenly ran in between them.
“Sorry!” One of them called out.
Suddenly one of the kids stopped and stared. He then whispered something to his friend.
His friend perked up, “Captain Levi?”
Another kid suddenly joined them and pointed at Levi, “It’s Captain Levi!”
“Tch,” he grumbled before grabbing her top hat and placing it atop his head. He lowered the brim in an attempt to cover his face.
She chuckled, “You don’t want to meet your fans?”
“No.” he responded flatly.
She laughed once more before looking ahead to see that the road was getting more crowded. This road was always busy because the market was nearby.
The moment she stepped into the swarm of people, she drew her purse tighter around herself. When she was younger she used to utilize crowds like this. She would pickpocket whatever she could get her grimy little hands on.
She gasped when she almost ran into someone. She’d been too immersed in her thoughts to notice. If it hadn’t been for the hand on her back, she would’ve been face first on the ground right now. She glanced over to see a stern looking Levi standing right behind her.
Just as he caught her peeking at him she quickly faced forward. She swiftly began to make her way through the crowd-his hand on her back silently guiding her through.
When they finally weaved their way out she sighed in relief. His fingers skimmed her back as his hand dropped.
She stopped to wipe her forehead with the back of her hand, “We’re finally here.”
“Where is it?”
She pointed a little further down the street towards the bookstore. Her manager stood outside. She appeared to be rearranging the books on the mini-stand by the window.
“Ah,” he murmured before turning towards her and placing the hat back on her head.
She stared as he readjusted the brim.
“Thanks for the cookbook.”
He seemed to freeze for a second before dropping his hand, “Your welcome.”
“I hope…you didn’t think that would make me forgive you.”
A glint of amusement entered his gaze, “I would never bribe you.”
She squinted, “I hope not.”
“I wouldn’t dare.” he said flatly.
She rolled her eyes.
For some reason, she was hesitant to go.
“I made a couple recipes from it. The leftovers in the fridge are actually from it.”
He stared at her for a moment before nodding.
“Let me know how it tastes.” she added.
“I will.”
She chewed the inside of her cheek before mumbling, “I guess…I’ll get going.”
Just as she turned away, his hand caught her elbow and drew her close, “Wait,”
He spoke briskly, “I’m gonna be away a while. Expedition Prep and stuff.”
His grey-blue eyes searched her face, “Don’t do some dumb shit like die when I’m away.”
Despite his hands on her making it incredibly hard to focus-she couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
She tilted her head, “Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?”
His hand slid down her forearm ever so slightly, “Don’t worry about me.”
She cracked a smile so distracting he almost forgot that they were in public.
“I wouldn’t dare.” she mocked him.
She slipped out of his grasp and ran towards the bookstore.
She stopped short when her manager and two of her co-workers seemed to be staring at her. She slowly made her way towards them.
“Hi, Sorry if I’m lat-“
“That’s your husband isn’t it?” Her manager, Larsa, asked with crossed arms while staring past her.
Her other co-worker, Piper, shook her head, “Of course not. She’s so young. They are probably engaged.”
“That’s definitely her fiancé,” Iris-her other co-worker-added, “She wouldn’t touch him so publicly if they weren’t.”
Devon flushed in embarrassment. Although times were progressing it was still unusual to see a man and woman touching in public if they weren’t betrothed or married. She couldn’t use the excuse that Levi was her brother either because they didn’t look alike in the slightest.
She faltered at her words, “I-um-yeah, fiancé.”
“Then where’s your ring?” Larsa questioned.
“Um-we can’t afford one right now.”
Piper’s eyes softened, “You guys are runaways aren’t you? It would explain why you don’t talk much about yourself.”
“Aww,” Iris pitched in, “We won’t tell a soul, I promise.”
Devon’s eyes widened.
“Look at him,” Larsa was still staring past her, “He’s still staring at her like a lost puppy.”
Lost puppy? Those were the exact words she would use to describe how Monty looked at Imada.
She glanced over her shoulder to see that Levi was-in fact-still standing where she’d left him. But nothing about his stoic disposition indicated lost puppy eyes to her.
She quickly turned away and her face red with embarrassment.
“Guys, let’s just go inside.”
As she hastily ushered them through the door, Iris sent a friendly wave Levi’s way. Devon immediately reached out and put her hand down.
“What?” Iris blinked, “I can’t wave at your fiancé?”
“He’s not—” Devon was redder than a tomato, “Just go inside.”
He watched the girls bicker as they entered the bookstore. He only left once Devon closed the doors behind herself.
Devon stopped reading when she heard the front door open. She set the book down quietly before glancing at the mini clock on the nightstand.
2:38 am.
She stood up and walked to her bedroom door. She pressed her ear against it.
She frowned when she heard nothing.
She cracked it open slightly only to see Levi walking straight into the bathroom. Her eyes widened as she saw his dress-shirt was smeared with blood. He held a box of gauze pads in his hand.
She ran out of her room.
“Levi?”
He stopped in the bathroom doorway. He glanced over his shoulder, “Go to sleep.”
She swallowed, “Your bleeding…”
He closed the bathroom door.
She stared in astonishment. Her mind was racing with questions. That was a lot of blood.
Just as she hesitantly turned into her room she heard a low hiss. She stared at the bathroom door in contemplation.
She bit her bottom lip before quietly stepping up to the door. She pressed her ear against it. Low grunts of pain could be heard.
She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment before knocking. After a bit of shuffling, the door cracked open slightly. She only saw a glimpse of his bare arm.
“What.”
She hesitated, “Let me help you.”
Just as he was about to shut the door, she wrapped her hand around the door’s edge.
“Please.” she whispered.
There was a moment of silence. For a second she contemplated withdrawing her hand in case he slammed the door closed anyway but-to her surprise-she heard the door chain drop.
She opened the door slowly to see him step back.
He was shirtless. His pale skin was lined with marks of healed scars. He wasn’t broad by any means. In fact, he was rather the opposite. He was narrow but incredibly-incredibly-defined. There was something about the way his wire-y muscles corded his body that made her see just how lethal he was. He was undoubtedly strong.
She couldn’t pin down why…but his body scared her.
She didn’t understand how people only associated strength with broadness. Under all that prim clothing he had hidden such strength… It made her realize that—despite his height and all her training—he could break her if he wanted to.
She swallowed.
He didn’t look at her as he removed the gauze pad from his wound. It was a long but thin gash under his chest, along his ribs. It seemed he had already sterilized it-from the smell of rubbing alcohol and the open bottle of it on the sink-but it was still bleeding profusely.
She walked over and gently took the gauze pad from his hand. She slipped between the narrow space between him and the sink and lightly dabbed at the wound. Her hands were shaky at first but after repeating the motion a couple of times she regained her composure.
When she turned to grab another gauze pad, the tip of his nose grazed her cheekbone.
“S-sorry,” she mumbled-even though it was no fault of her own.
She dabbed the fresh pad along his wound-never letting the blood spill out too far. His hot breath trailed down the bare skin of her neck. She knew he was looking at her-because even if she wasn’t meeting his eyes, she could still feel the weight of his gaze on her skin. It made her skin feel hot and prickly. It made her shirt feel too thin. It made her stomach churn in a way that only seemed to happen when he was around.
And it was taking everything-everything in her-to not look back at him.
Instead she turned away again and disposed of the pad in her hand to grab another. She also grabbed the bandage tape.
“D-do you have scissors?” she asked, her voice uneven.
He took the tape from her hands and pulled out a length of it. He placed the tape’s edge between his teeth and ripped it off. He handed the tape piece to her.
She took it. His arm went around her to place the bandage roll back onto the sink.
She placed a fresh gauze pad to the middle of the tape and pressed it to his wound. Thankfully, it was bleeding much less now. When she wrapped the excess tape around him he inhaled sharply.
She glanced up, “Too tight?”
Her breath caught when she realized how close they were. Up close, water dripped down his face-he must’ve wet it when he entered the bathroom. Strands of his dark hair stuck to his forehead.
His deep voice felt right at her ear when he muttered, “It’s fine.”
She gently smoothed out the bandage once more before stepping back. The tape was rather sturdy so one piece would do just fine.
“Should be all set.” Her voice came out in a whisper.
“Thank you.”
She finally met his gaze and her heart immediately fell. His dark gray eyes seemed to carry a newfound weight. The shadows under his eyes were more palpable than before. His lips were parched and one end of his thin eyebrows looked as if it had been flayed off. He looked like a completely different man compared to the one who had dropped her off to work a month ago.
Is this what being a Scout does to you?
She wanted to ask him what happened. She wanted to ask him how he’d gotten injured. She wanted to ask if the expedition had-at least-been a success. But his third rule forbid her from doing so.
Three… don’t ask me about Scout stuff.
His words echoed in her mind.
“You have work tomorrow?” he asked-unexpectedly.
“Yes.”
He motioned with his chin towards her room, “Get some sleep.”
She nodded-still slightly dazed, “Good night.”
She closed the bathroom door behind herself on the way out.
a/n: here's the link to ch. 20 if u need it :)
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comprehensive emo post about how I’m doing/feeling because I want to get some stuff off my chest
Been feeling better these past two weeks because the weather is Finally great and I’ve gotten heavy into Pikmin Bloom (lol) so I’ve been going on really long walks, but the underlying feelings of like Complete Apathy and Pervasive Dread and Misery from the last few months are still just, there.
I just, am not looking forward to the future at all. The fact that the sun is going to come up tomorrow fills me with dread. Not because of “who knows what the future will bring” or “anxiety about where I’ll be in 5 years” or anything, but because I just like, don’t want to do this anymore. I put off going to sleep for a lot of reasons, including because it means I’ll have to Wake Up and face yet Another day. Feels like an absolute onslaught.
And I’m also still just at record high levels of apathy. Applying the sunk cost fallacy to things like “eating” (why bother when 1.) I’ll just have to eat again and 2.) for what? to stay healthy? I don’t care about that) and “making money” (who cares, hit me with financial ruin and put me in the ground). I’m so tired. I feel like my frustration has curdled into misery and indifference. I sincerely feel like I don’t care what happens to me as long as I don’t have to have a say in it. I really don’t care all that much about improving my material reality right now.
I’m just being Dramatic but feels like I’m at my absolute worst. Don’t feel like I have anything to say, so I’ve been quieter around friends and online and whatever. Feels like I’m disappointing people. And I feel like I have nothing to contribute just, in general. Nothing to offer, shrimply a little ol’ empty man. And the fact that I’ve lived in this place for 5 years and still don’t feel like this is my home, or that anywhere feels at home. I usually feel adrift but it’s weighing on me more now. I don’t really know what to do, about feeling like the future is dreadful and not caring about my life. Not sure what the move is other than “wait and see.”
And, surprisingly, I don’t *really* want to talk about how I’m doing with anyone. Usually I’m pretty readily venting and complaining and otherwise sharing how I’m feeling, but lately I find myself saying things along the lines of “yeah not doing great but I don’t really want to talk about it” to give people Something because it’s pretty obvious that I’m not really doing too well. Or maybe I just think it’s obvious. But also, I’ve looked Bad a few times around friends and felt concern coming off them. Idk. Honestly the answer I give perhaps word-for-word when people ask me how I’ve been or how I’m doing is just “oh, you know. I’ve been like *fine* haha.” I’ve never been more sure that I like for real Need professional help but whoops, unemployed and no insurance.
But yeah. These past two weeks I’ve been eating more, not sleeping 16 hours a day / staying awake for days straight, actually sending out job applications, being less reclusive, noticing I think about killing myself less, etc. So trending upward. I’m still sad though. Feels like nothing ever changes, this constant cycle of Absolute Misery to I’m Normal Again, ad infinitum. .
Unrelated: Been brain poisoned into thinking a friend is mad at me / is annoyed with me. I know it’d be annoying to ask “hey are you mad at me” because 1.) y’know how it is and 2.) genuinely no grounds to think this. I think genuinely the issue here is I truly have no read on guys and their feelings.
Unrelated: This round of jobhunting has made it painfully clear to me that I have no work experience / qualifications at all, really. I’m qualified to 1.) work at a bar (I don’t want to do that again right now, I don’t feel like I have the patience or capacity to do service) and 2.) write comedy (even if Comedy Writing Jobs existed, I’m mid at the very best). Copywriting, copyediting, advertisement, marketing, narrative / creative writing, administrative roles, I don’t really have anything convincing under my belt to get a job doing these things. My utter lack of a portfolio / body of work is getting to me again too. It’s a little funny how I genuinely used to think that I was qualified to do stuff like Narrative Video Game Writing when, even if I would do a decent job, I have no way of convincing strangers / other people of that. What would I show them? Headlines I wrote for A Comedy Site? Four-panel gag comics I made two years ago? F.
I don’t even know what I want to do, nothing really excites me or gets me going, or inspires me to Try or Grow. Recently had the revelation that things like Drawing and Cartooning and Writing and Etc. are simply hobbies. They’re like games I can pick up and put down whenever I want, ways to pass the time when I feel like it. A relief / a weight off in one way, but now I really just feel like I’ve got Nothing going on, if that makes sense. Looping back to having nothing to say, nothing to contribute, feeling boring and uninteresting. And being boring isn’t a bad thing, you don’t exist to entertain anyone else and whatever, but the issue is *I* am bored with myself, *I* find myself incredibly dull and uninteresting, and I am unfortunately Me forever.
Unrelated: A possibly positive side-effect of my current state of Apathy is that I don’t care about my appearance all that much anymore. I felt the worse I have ever felt about my body / my appearance this past fall, and now it’s just not on my mind. I can’t tell if this is Truly A Good Thing or if it’s just indicative of a greater I’ve Given Up sort of thing.
Unrelated: Because I am irresponsible and don’t think ahead, taxes slugged me in the gut. I knew taxes were coming and yet continued to be absolutely flippant and irresponsible with my spending because I resent money and I just don’t care. Gotta pay off what I owe in installments. It’s genuinely embarrassing to talk about. I’m not in a truly precarious situation, but yeah. Being a freelancer / contractor is dumb and evil.
Alright, I think I’ve touched on everything brewing in my chest at the moment.
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some say fate manifests itself in odd ways, could yours be the ‘help needed’ poster in a bookstore window?
summary: in your desperation to find a job, you accept work at the local bookstore, owned by a grumpy man who wants to make your life miserable. you can't seem to figure out why he's so cold towards you yet charming and sweet to everyone else. when his act starts to slip, you realise there's more to him than he lets on
pairing: bookstore owner! jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, angst, smut, strangers to friends to lovers, i guess you could say enemies to lovers
word count: 15.3k
warnings: jungkook is mean at first :( swearing, they’re really dorky, alcohol consumption, dad!namjoon bc that itself needs a warning, explicit smut - dirty talk, oral (f receiving), lots of making out, fingering, big d jungkook, soft sex but at the same time its rough?? idk jungkook is just really caring, missionary, riding, multiple orgasms, praise kink, brief handjob, breast play, creampie, after-care
kismet.
noun, destiny; fate.⠀
It truly was a miracle how your landlord hadn't kicked you and your roommate out of your apartment yet. Perhaps he felt sympathy for the two of you, fresh out of college and living off of takeaway food while figuring out what to do with your lives. Whatever it was, you were grateful for the extra week he had given the both of you to hand in your rent.
Your last job had let you go due to budgeting reasons, but you were almost certain it was because you had filed a complaint against a co-worker who had made numerous un-wanted advances. You had been job hunting for the past few days, but it seemed no one was hiring or willing to hire a twenty-two year old woman. And you certainly weren't going to give the balding manager at the super-market across town a blowjob just to secure a position bagging groceries.
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You had standards, after all.
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You were walking home after yet another un-successful day of finding a job with your tail between your legs, about to cross the road when you swear you heard your name being called, quiet like a whisper against the wind. You looked around, finding no one.
But something caught your eye, a poster in the front window of what you realised was a bookstore. HELP NEEDED ASAP, it read in an oddly distinctive yet somewhat neat handwriting.
You made a bee-line for the door, almost tripping in your haste over your own two feet. The bell above the door dings, making your presence known as you entered and the man at the counter looked up at your entry. The bookstore was dimly lit, but light from the windows illuminated enough for you to see the warm interior. It wasn't a large bookstore like the ones in the city, probably just around ten shelves spaced out through the whole store, yet there was enough room for couches and reading nooks here and there without it looking cramped.
There were a few customers still in there, despite it being almost seven in the evening.
You realised you might have been admiring for too long when a cough brings your attention back to the man behind the counter. "Oh right, hi! Um, I saw the poster in the window and-" You're interrupted when the man speaks up.
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"We're not hiring."
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You stared dumb-founded at him. He didn't look that much older than you, perhaps one or two years, his face young and smooth yet stern as he looked at you with indifference.
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"But there's a sign outside that says you are.."
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"We're not."
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You blinked incredulously at him. You couldn't have been that exhausted to have imagined the poster in the window, could you? No. You were sure, you saw it. You could have walked outside right then and checked if you needed to.
You took a deep inhale through your nose to settle your nerves before you spoke again.
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"The sign outside says you need help asap, and I kinda need the money asap too."
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Your lame attempt at humour, but the man's face remains un-moving. You sighed.
"I have a week to get this money or else I'm gonna get kicked out of my apartment, and every place I've been to has turned me down- Some dickhead told me I had to suck him off if I wanted the job-I just want to go home and sleep and be done with this, so please just give me a chance. I promise I won't disappoint you."
You weren't quite sure wether he had listened to a word you said, his face stayed still, his gaze calculating. You sighed dejectedly, turning around to leave- perhaps one day you could live down the shame of begging for a job like you had just done. But then he finally spoke.
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"Fine."
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You spun around, almost knocking a plant on the counter over as you faced him again, you were aware that you probably looked like you've just won the lottery, but you couldn't possibly care less.
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"You can start on Monday. Don't be late."
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You watched as he wrote down a few details on a slip of paper before handing it to you. You managed to thank Jungkook, whose name he finally told you, about four times before you finally left. You skipped down the stairs, silently screaming in celebration on the sidewalk and jumping up and down. You didn't care if people on the street looked at you like you were crazy, you finally had a job.
That night, you and Mina celebrated. Being broke meant your celebrations were limited to getting pizza and drinking cheap beer from the convenient store down the road, but it felt just as good as going to a club. Your roommate had still to find a job herself, but you knew she'd have no trouble. Mina was smart, charming, and not to mention pretty. It was really only a matter of time.
After tucking a tipsy and emotional Mina into bed, you cleaned up after your mini two person party, and showered. As you massaged your shampoo lathered hair, you couldn't help but think back to the bookstore, to Jungkook. That grumpy man at the counter had not smiled at you once, you gave him the benefit of the doubt that perhaps today was just a bad day.
You hoped that when you come in for work on Monday that he's a bit more friendly.
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"You're late."
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You cringed as Jungkook stared you down with disdain. You had spent half an hour that morning looking for your keys, only to find them still hanging out the door from when you had come home the night before with pizza and beer, resulting in you being three minutes late. No one was even in the store yet, but Jungkook seemed to take it to heart.
"There are books on the trolley that need to be shelved, when you finish that, Iseul will teach you how to man the register. If you need me, I'll be in the back office." You barely managed to utter out a thank you before Jungkook turned his back to you and walked away. The girl at the front counter, Iseul, gave you a warm smile which you returned before making your way to the trolley.
Your task was easy enough, the trolley took you around the whole store, letting you familiarise yourself with the location of different genres as you shelved the new books. Business was relatively quiet in the morning, only a few people coming in, before it got busier after lunch.
Just as promised, Iseul had taught you how to use the register; how to return books, check stock, and order any books customers want to order.
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"He's actually really nice, you know."
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You looked at Iseul with a look of confusion. She glanced over at the back door, where Jungkook sat in his office doing who knows what. "Oh, he's a pleasure." You replied. Sarcasm. Iseul's lips tugged up at the corners. "You'll realise sooner or later," She shrugged.
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"There's more to him than he he lets show."
You thought about that for the rest of your shift.
"What's taking so long?"
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Everything had been running smoothly up until a customer had asked for something you hadn't been trained for. He wanted to return a book he had lost the receipt for, and Iseul hadn't taught you that before she left for her lunch break. The impatient man seemed to completely disregard that it was your first day, telling you multiple times that he didn't have all day for you to "sit on your ass".
You were close to tears before you heard the back door open and the sound of confident, almost arrogant footsteps were coming towards you.
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"I'd appreciate it if you didn't treat my employees with such blatant disrespect."
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Jungkook's tone was calm, and his face relaxed, but his eyes glazed over with what looked like cold anger. The man levelled Jungkook with a look of displeasure, yet Jungkook's face remained calm and collected.
"Let's go sort this out in my office, shall we?" Jungkook asked with a smile you could tell was fake, picking up the book from the counter without looking at you once. Their footsteps disappear into the back room but you don't have time to dwell on it as a teenage girl comes up to the counter, a stack of books in her arms. You gave her a small smile and rang up her books.
Ten minutes went by and you heard the back door open and the man was rushing to leave. His eyes met yours before he reached the door, and you saw what looked like guilt on his face.
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"Come and get me if someone bothers you again."
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You twisted your head to see Jungkook standing beside you.
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"I will. Thank you."
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He only nodded once before turning to leave. You couldn't help but smile at his retreating figure. That was your first somewhat civil conversation with Jungkook.
Once Iseul came back from her lunch break, you left for yours. Jungkook had told you that you had an hour to yourself to go wherever you wanted, just be back before your break ends, he had said. You don't go far though, the cafe down the street was the perfect place for you.
You ordered a coffee and sandwich wrap and sat outside, enjoying the fresh air, you were aware you probably already smelled like books.
You thought your first day had gone relatively well, considering Jungkook hadn't completely torn you apart yet. He seemed to stay in his office all day, which was no problem for you if it meant he stayed out of your hair, and you his.
When you returned from your break, Iseul was sitting at the counter serving a customer. You weren't exactly sure what you should do, so you decided to go around asking if anyone needed any help. You even managed to recommend a few books to people, something you took great pride in.
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"What are you doing?"
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You almost jumped out of your skin when you heard Jungkook's voice above you.
You had asked Iseul for some paper and a pen, and then you were sitting in one of the aisles writing book recommendations. "They're shelf talkers," You smiled up at him. "I was thinking we could use them.." You trailed off, standing up and using tape to stick one under Emily Henry's Beach Read.
You weren't sure wether Jungkook approved or not, simply walking away to the front counter without a word.
You finished a few more shelf talkers around the store, before you realising your shift had ended five minutes ago. You made your way to the front of the store but stopped short upon hearing the faint sound of laughter. You lowered your head, peeking between the shelves to see Jungkook leaning against the counter, talking and laughing with Iseul. He looked casual and care-free, not like how he ever seemed with you, high-strung and uptight.
He had the nicest smile, and something close to jealousy swirled in your gut at never having been graced with it before.
"I'm out for the day," You said to no one in particular, walking past them and ducking your head as you reached for your cardigan by the door. You heard Jungkook scowl as if someone had kicked his leg before you felt his presence behind you.
"Good work today," He said, in that usual calm voice, yet there was something there- almost friendly.
"Thanks," You replied, opening the front door. Jungkook held it open as you walked down the stairs, and you didn't know why, but you turned around, looking up at him.
"Try to not be late tomorrow," He said, lips curving up in the tiniest of smiles.
You gave him a small wave in return before turning to head home. You heard the door shut from behind you when you reached the end of the street, and you spent the rest of the walk home wondering why he had waited that long.
When you opened your front door, Mina was in the living room grinning from ear to ear and it took you a second before you realised why.
"You got a job!" You exclaimed, throwing your arms around her.
"I got a job!" She screamed, shaking you.
Once again, the two of you ran down to the convenient store at the end of the street, buying pizza and beer, earning a concerned look from the same cashier worker who had served you yesterday.
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The next day, you walked into work with a smile, although it was quickly shot to the ground when you found one of your shelf talkers missing. You suspected Jungkook immediately, obviously.
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"Did you take down my shelf talker?"
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You had found him in one of the aisles, walking right up to him to nag him. You didn't care if he didn't like them, he could have at least told you so before you spent an hour making them yesterday.
Jungkook jumps slightly at your voice.
"It was wrong," He shrugged, finally turning to look at you.
"What?" You gaped at him. How could a shelf talker be wrong.
"I read your book, and then I wrote a better one." You couldn't believe him. You followed him to the front counter where he handed you a piece of paper with his own review and recommendation of You and Me on Vacation. He watched quietly as you read over it, and you couldn't even be mad, his review would have definitely sold the book better than your own rave of emotions that you had written down.
"So you're just gonna re-do all of my recommendations?" You asked, crossing your arms. "No, most of them are at least better than that one."
You rolled your eyes, then stilled.
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He read all of your shelf talkers?
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"Where's Iseul?" You asked, subtly changing the subject.
Jungkook eyed you- perhaps not so subtly.
"She only comes in every other day, she works less days but more hours," He replied, leaning casually against the counter.
"Before you joined, the days she wasn't here, I'd tend to the store by myself, but she convinced me to find some extra help."
You nodded. Iseul seemed to have some influence on him, and you wondered why that was which had you blurting out,
"Are you two dating?"
Jungkook raised an eyebrow at you and you heard what could have almost been a laugh from him. Your eyes widened. "Iseul is my cousin," He said smoothly and your eyes widened even more in horror and embarrassment.
"Don't worry about it," he waved a hand in the air to dismiss the apology already rising in your throat.
"I can work longer if you need me to," You had suddenly said when he made a move to walk off. He paused and turned around, blinking at you.
"If it's a busy day, I can stay and help. I don't mind." You realised then that he had only given you half day shifts, either in the morning or in the afternoon, never a full day. "If you really want to," He shrugged.
"I thought you'd be glad to only have to deal with me for 5 hours a day."
He said it almost sadly. Jungkook watched as you walked towards him, peering down at you when you stop in front of him but still a reasonable distance away. You looked at him with a small smile.
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"You're not that bad, Jungkook."
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You keep to yourself for the rest of the afternoon, talking with and helping any customers who wanted it, and reading on one of the couches when there was no one around.
You pretended like you didn't notice Jungkook actively avoiding you, pretending it didn't hurt either.
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Three months have passed since you first started working in the store and on days when it's just you and Jungkook, the two of you would take turns at the counter. Jungkook was there currently, talking up a storm with a customer about the book he had bought, smiling like he never does with you.
You add more shelf talkers around the aisles, smiling to yourself when you see a few made by Jungkook himself- some of the books he reads are incredibly geeky, and you snort after reading some of his recommendations.
"The World according to Star Wars, really?" You grin, as you make your way to the counter. "It's a good book!" Jungkook defends, proceeding to list the many lessons in Star Wars that could be implemented into real life. What a dork.
"And you're one to talk, The Hating Game, really?" He says in the same teasing tone you had used. You roll your eyes, turning to leave when a customer approaches the counter, missing the look of sadness on Jungkook's face.
The rest of the afternoon is relatively boring, besides talking to customers about books- you loved that.
Jungkook finds you on one of the couches, reading a random romance novel you had found on a shelf. "It's not that busy, so you can go home." He says, already turning to leave before you can even process his words.
"You know most people say hello when greeting someone," You roll your eyes, standing up to follow him. He throws you a look over his shoulder, probably hearing the eye-roll in your tone. When he faces forward again you give him a vulgar gesture, grabbing your jacket from beside the door.
"See you tomorrow," He says from behind the counter.
You send him a smile, "There you go! We're getting there." He rolls his eyes at you, but you see the corner of his lips twitch as he tries to keep them from turning up.
One day, one day you'll get him to smile at you.
Over the three months you've worked here, there have been a few times when Jungkook was genuinely friendly, sometimes the two of you would even sit together and write shelf talkers or talk about a book you had both read. But his mood swings gave you whiplash. Just when you think you're finally getting along, he'd erupt. One moment you'd be having a normal conversation, and the next you'd be at each other's throats because Jungkook was a mean sadistic freak who picked on you, and only you.
You were well aware how friendly and charming he was to any customer who walked into the store, or when his friends would drop by and visit. Yet with you, he seemed to have a personal vendetta.
There were days where you'd angrily shelve books after an argument- you had to be careful not to damage them in your anger because as much as you couldn't stand when Jungkook was a bitch, you'd never take it out on the poor books.
You only hoped that one day, Jungkook would treat you like he did everyone else.
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"See you tomorrow, Jeon."
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"What are these?" You ask, eyeing the box sitting on the front counter when you come in for work on a Monday morning. "Halloween decorations," Iseul grins and your eyes light up. You started working at the bookstore at the start of June, and the four months since then seem to have breezed past.
You make a mental note to ask Jungkook if you could put up a Halloween book display in the front area of the store before spending the rest of the morning hanging up decorations around the store with Iseul. You stick little ghosts and cobwebs on the shelves and put up posters around the walls-there were even halloween cushions in the box that you could put in the reading nooks and on the couches.
At the back of the store is a corner of bookshelves against the wall that run from floor to ceiling, accompanied with its very own running ladder. You weren't that high up, but certainly high enough that it would have you landing on your ass if you were to fall. Carefully, you hang a string of ghost lights on one end of the shelf. With your luck, as you move to the other end, the ladder gets caught in something, knocking you off balance and making you fall. Great.
You squeeze your eyes shut and get ready for the ass bruising.
Which never comes..
"You can open your eyes now," Jungkook says way too close to your ear. You open them in horror, and realise he had caught you with an arm around your waist. Your feet were on the floor, but you'd have fallen on your ass if it weren't for Jungkook.
"Be careful." He says, scolding you like an eight year old making you roll your eyes.
You don't ask what he was doing in the back corner, and he doesn't tell you either. You don't even realise his arm still held your waist gently but firmly until Jungkook lets you go and takes the end of the string from your hand and climbs the ladder himself, hanging it on the other end of the bookshelf with ease.
You scoff and mutter a thanks, to which he laughs.
"I was wondering if I could put up a display at the front," You say, grabbing the empty cardboard box from the floor. "Yeah sure, go for it." Jungkook comes down from the ladder, tucking it in the corner before following you out.
You smile to yourself, Jungkook had been a lot more friendly lately, you wern't sure why- but you made sure to enjoy every minute of it.
When you come back from your lunch break, you find new books on the trolley in need of shelving. Iseul was at the counter, and Jungkook was probably in his office.
You're on your last pile of books when you feel a tug on the hem of your cardigan. You peer down and see a dimpled doe-eyed child blinking up at you. "Hey there," you smile at him, crouching down to his height. "Can you play with me?" he asks shyly. "Of course!" You exclaim, opening your arms for him to walk into. You pick him up, and take him to one of the reading nooks with a toy box. You set him down on the carpet and plop down onto a beanbag, the child follows your actions jumping cutely onto one himself.
"What's your name?" You ask, taking the small train he hands you. "Jihyo," He smiles, those dimples on his cheeks making you swoon and awe.
As you play trains with the little brown haired boy, you debate how shocked on a scale of 1 to Sarah Paulson Mina would be if you came home with a whole child. But kidnapping is wrong, you scold yourself. But then again, you had been playing with this kid for almost an hour, and his parent was nowhere to be found.
Jihyo had brought you a book and asked you to read it to him as he perched himself in your lap, falling asleep in your arms halfway through Little Blue Truck.
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And that was how Jungkook found you, passed out on a bean bag with his god-child clinging to you.
"You found him yet, Kook?" Jungkook immediately silences his approaching friend, gesturing down at the two of you. You stir awake, realising you had fallen asleep only to find Jungkook and an absolute giant of a man staring down at you. "Is this your child?" You ask in a whisper towards the man who nods in reply. With the dimples that show as he smiles at you, there was absolutely no doubt the child in your arms was his.
You're almost too busy admiring the man beside him to realise Jungkook was smiling down at you.
Holy shit.
Jungkook was smiling at you. You pretend not to notice, but in your head you're noting down the who, what, when, where, and why.
Jihyo wakes up a few minutes later, and you lead him, with a hand holding his, to where his dad and Jungkook were at the front counter, talking about whatever it was they talked about. "Have a good sleep, bud?" Jungkook asks with a wide smile as Jihyo runs towards them. "Yeah!" He exclaims before his dad swiftly picks him up.
"Thanks for that, I'm Namjoon by the way," The man turns towards you, extending a hand.
"____," You reply, shaking it with a smile.
"See you later Kook," Namjoon calls as he makes his way to the door. "Bye Kookie!" Jihyo exclaims, waving over his dad's shoulder. You wave back along with Jungkook until they're gone, the door clicking shut behind them.
"Kookie?" You snort, turning to Jungkook.
"Shut up," He rolls his eyes.
"You know, I was tempted to take him home,"
You don't know why you're admitting this, to Jungkook of all people, but you do. He chuckles, shaking his head. "He has that effect on people," Jungkook replies just as his phone rings. He fishes it out of his pocket, excusing himself before opening the door and disappearing outside.
You decide that you'll ask for his help on the Halloween display when he comes back in. You wait, realising he's been out there for a good while, you start to get worried. But then the door finally opens.
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"Hey-"
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You stop short when Jungkook storms past you, visibly frustrated. "Hey what's going on?" You ask, reaching your hand out to grab his arm. You don't realise you've done it until Jungkook looks at the hand on his arm with matched shock in his eyes before he snaps his arm away.
"Nothing, don't worry about it." He mutters coldly, walking off to his office.
"Seriously, Jungkook? I thought we were past this!" You sigh, exasperated, following behind him. That seems to stop Jungkook in his tracks, as he turns around and levels you with a look you can't quite decipher. "Past what?" He asks.
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"Past whatever it is you have against me,"
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You scoff when you see Jungkook's eyes flash with guilt.
"Don't act like you don't know what you're doing. You've had something against me ever since I stepped inside this store- you smile and laugh with everyone else, yet can't even spare me a second glance. You look at me like i'm sort of mess. And trust me, Jungkook, I know I'm not perfect, but tell me who is! You treat me like absolute shit and for no reason- at least not one I can think of. I thought we were starting to become friends."
"Friends?" Jungkook asks, or scoffs, in disbelief.
"Yes, Jungkook. Friends. Is it so hard to believe that I thought we could've been friends- that I wanted to be your friend?" I still do.
Jungkook stares down at the floorboards beneath your feet, fists clenched at his sides. "We're not friends," He mumbles quietly. And even if your heart might've cracked a little, you certainly refuse to show it. Putting on the coldest face you can muster, you will your voice not to shake.
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"Clearly we're not."
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You hear the door open, meaning Iseul was back from her lunch break which meant your shift had ended and you could get the hell out of here. You turn, not sparing Jungkook another glance as you make your way to the front.
"Hey you heading out?" Iseul asks from behind the counter, sentence trailing off at the end when she notices your pissed off expression. With the sound of a door slamming, she winces.
"He didn't mean it," She says, reaching for your arm before you can leave. "Whatever he said, he didn't mean it."
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"How do you know?"
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"You just have to trust me," She sighs. "And trust that eventually he'll figure out whatever shit he's going through and face you like a man. Just give him time," You don't know what to say, so you nod. "That doesn't mean you should let him treat you like that though, I'd give anything to see you punch him in the face," She grins. You laugh and shake your head. "I can't do that, he'd fire me,"
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"Trust me, he won't."
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The next time you come into work, you're greeted with Iseul's warm smile. You return it with a greeting before excusing yourself to shelve the new books you see on the trolley. You didn't really feel like coming in today, but you didn't want to stay home and sulk either. You had spent the past two days doing just that.
Mina had bought home ice-cream after you'd texted her about what happened, and she'd given you a long speech (and demonstration) on how she would absolutely fuck Jungkook up. Although it had hurt, when Jungkook said that the two of you weren't friends, you got over it pretty quickly. You thought about what Iseul had said before you left, deciding you would give Jungkook the space and time to figure out whatever it was he needed to figure out.
Shelving your last book, you hear a cough from behind that captures your attention.
You turn, coming face to face with Jungkook. His face was washed over with guilt as he stood awkwardly, looking at you. You'd always seen him stand so confidently, but now.. he seemed nervous. You quirk an eyebrow at him, waiting as he clears his throat before finally speaking.
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"I want to apologise, for the other day."
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You blink at him, not knowing what to say. You weren't exactly expecting him to approach you so quickly.
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"I shouldn't have said those things to you. I do think we're friends, we are friends."
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"I don't deserve your friendship, after what I've done and the things said done. I'm sorry for how I've been treating you. You didn't deserve that. Any of it."
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Jungkook seemed genuinely sorry, almost too much guilt swirled in his eyes, and that made you feel a tinge of sadness. He was avoiding eye contact, bowing his head and staring at the floor instead of looking you in the eye, something he usually had no trouble doing. There was no sign of the cool and confident Jungkook you saw everyday.
You shake your head, deciding this whole thing was just stupid and throwing your arms around him, bringing Jungkook into a hug. The two of you were adults, after all. If you couldn't have a conversation and talk things out, what hope did you have of making it through life?
"I forgive you, Jungkook" you murmur, cheek against his shoulder. There was absolutely no excuse for how he treated you, but if Jungkook was willing to do better, who were you to not let him try? His arms hesitantly come up to wrap around your waist as he hugs you back.
This is nice, you think to yourself. You stay like that for a while, Jungkook's arms around you feeling like the epitome of warmth and comfort. He smells faintly like books, but mostly citrus and some other manly smell.
"Alright, we gotta go work dude." You'd probably have stayed like that all day if you hadn't pulled away first, although you wouldn't have complained. You tap his arm to let you go, and he pulls away with a gentle smile. Your heart clenches, these smiles would be the death of you.
Jungkook follows you to the counter, where Iseul's face brightens, seeing the two of you not trying to tear each other's faces off.
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"You really are such a geek," You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as Jungkook adds a shelf talker to How to Die- An Ancient Guide to the End of Life. After actually taking the time to get to know you, Jungkook realises that the two of you have a lot in common. You both have a love-hate relationship with the Twilight series, (Iseul had found the two of you reciting scenes from the movies between the bookshelves more times than she'd like) and you were both massive dorks. He was only a year older, but the two of you had a plethora of knowledge about the Harry Potter universe between you.
Jungkook merely grins at your jab, rolling his eyes and shoving your shoulder playfully. "So that wasn't your shelf talker under How to Date Men When You Hate Men?" He remarks.
You smile, looking away. You really liked this Jungkook. He wasn't a new Jungkook, just Jungkook. You still didn't know what you had done to make Jungkook act so cruel to you all those weeks ago, but you had forgiven him, and you enjoyed the Jungkook you had with you now. Even if he was a massive dork.
"Do you guys dress up for Halloween?" You find yourself asking.
"Not usually, do you think we should?"
You reply back with a sassy obviously which earns you a flick to the forehead. "You should dress up as Hermione then, little miss know it all."
You laugh, you had just been talking about how many important details the movies had failed to include from the books, so of course Hermione would be Jungkook's first thought.
"Then you should be Draco, you goddam ferret."
The two of you burst out laughing, something you realise seems to happen quite frequently now. You realise you also no longer feel that pang of jealousy when you Jungkook smile and laugh with others, doing it with you now too.
Sometimes you get the odd feeling of a deeper connection with him, feeling like you've known Jungkook for a life-time. But you always shook it off, you probably just liked hanging out with him.
Jungkook asks what you'd like for lunch as the two of you make your way to the front of the store, ordering it as well as his own food and Iseul's. The three of you eat lunch together, something you've never done before, but with the way Jungkook smiles at you, offering some of his burger, you realise that perhaps there'd be a lot more new things happening.
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"You look hot," Mina says, making a drooling face from where she lay on your bed. You roll your eyes at the vulgar gesture she makes next, turning to look yourself over in the mirror.
Last week, Jungkook had joked that you should dress up as Hermione, and seeing as you still had the Gryffindor robes from a party in college, you decided you might as well.
Mina's comment referred to the fact that you had slightly outgrown your white button up. Your bust in college was significantly smaller than it was now. And as cliche as it seemed, you had inevitably dressed as a borderline slutty Hermione.
When you walk into the store that morning, you see Iseul at the counter.
Her long black hair had been put into braids and she wore a long black dress with a white collar. It took you one look at her to tell who she was. "It is getting dark in this little heart of mine," She quotes, imitating Wednesday Addams, making you grin.
"Oh! I love it!"
The two of you squeal like teenagers, Iseul complimenting your costume before she smirks. "Was this planned?" She asks, quirking a brow.
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"Was what-"
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Your sentence trails off when the back door opens, emerging from it, Jungkook, in his matching Slytherin robes, dressed exactly like Draco Malfoy. What stuns you even more is the new change in his appearance.
"You bleached your hair?!" You exclaim as he saunters down the aisle of bookshelves towards the front of the store. His once dark brown hair, now a slicked back platinum blond.
"Been wanting to for a while now," He shrugs, reaching you.
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"This costume gave me the perfect excuse."
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"You look nice," He compliments, eyes raking up and down your figure, respectfully. "You too," You grin. Jungkook chuckles as you stare, mesmerised, at his hair, and when you finally look away, you swear you could see the faintest blush on his cheeks.
Throughout the day, people came in as usual, some of them were even dressed up. Jungkook had bought out a bowl of candy for kids who came by, pretending not to notice when you and Iseul would steal some for yourselves.
"You should come tonight!" Iseul chimes.
It was currently your break and you were leaning against the counter, talking with Iseul, when she invited you to come clubbing with her, Jungkook, and a few of their friends, after work.
"I don't know.." You trail off, eyes settling on Jungkook across the store, talking to a customer.
His eyes meet yours, and he gives you a warm smile that hits you like a truck. He seems to smile at you a lot lately, and it still shocked you every time.
You look back at Iseul, realising she had been talking before she stops and looks from you to Jungkook, then back to you, and smirks. "Cute," She teases, and you roll your eyes. "It's not like that," you remark. "If it's not like that, then come with us tonight," You shake your head at her attempt at baiting you, telling her you'd think about it.
"You should bring Mina, I'd love to meet this roommate I've heard so much about," Iseul grins. You had talked about Mina quite a lot with her, mainly telling Iseul crazy stories of her in high-school and college. You think they'd get along well, probably one of the reasons why you seemed to click so well with Iseul was because she was a lot like Mina.
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With your break over, you decide to go around and pick up rubbish left from kids eating candy. You were crouching on the floor between the bookshelves, picking up wrappers when you feel something nudge you in the leg.
"What are you doing?" Jungkook asks, an eyebrow raised as he stares down at you. "Picking up rubbish," You say in a what do you think i'm doing? tone. He rolls his eyes.
You take the hand he offers you and stand up.
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"We can do that later, it's a holiday, ____. You can relax,"
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You smile, before realising you were still holding Jungkook's hand.
Neither of you make a move to let go.
"Iseul says you guys are going clubbing tonight?" You ask, looking up at Jungkook. "Yeah, one of my friends owns a club a few blocks from here. We go every year after work." He explains. "Are you gonna come?" His eyes twinkle with hope as he asks the question.
You can't find it in you to turn him down, so you reply with a yeah. He smiles, thumb absentmindedly caressing the back of your palm.
"I'm still not over your hair," You say in awe. Your free hand comes up to run through it, and Jungkook simply stares at you, smiling.
He thinks you're the most beautiful woman in the world, but he could never tell you that. He was still trying to forgive himself for how he had hurt you.
Jungkook had spent the rest of the afternoon on that cursed day in his office, which was still a bit of a mess- papers all over the floor from when he'd swiped at them in frustration.
He hated himself for letting you forgive him so easily, he didn't deserve it. Didn't deserve you.
"Kook?" He comes back to his senses when your soft voice fills his ears. "You zoned out on me," You grin, and Jungkook swears his heart squeezes at the sight. You're still holding his hand, the other now on his cheek.
You're close. Almost too close. If he just leaned in-
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"What the hell are you two doing?"
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It's almost comical how fast you and Jungkook pull apart, like two teenagers caught. You can't hold beck the laugh that comes out of you when Jungkook knocks into the bookshelf behind him, but he merely grins at you as he rubs the back of his head.
"You have a store to run, you know.." Iseul says. Jungkook rolls his eyes, giving you a small smile before walking towards the front of the store. You laugh when he goes to flick Iseul's forehead and she whacks his arm.
"So when I ask you to come with us it's 'I'll think about it' but when Jungkook asks it's an immediate yes?" Iseul exclaims, both mocking you and whining.
"How long were you standing there?!" You ask, and Iseul smirks.
"Why? What else did you two do?" She teases. You roll your eyes, turning to walk away before she can tease you even more.
You shake your head and from behind you, Iseul cackles like a maniac.
"Hurry up!" Iseul chastises from the bottom of the stairs where she stood beside you. Jungkook throws a vulgar gesture over his shoulder that makes you laugh, locking the store's front door before jogging down the stairs.
He rushes ahead before turning around. Now walking backwards, Jungkook mocks his cousin, "Hurry up!" he whines in a girly voice. Iseul hooks an arm around yours before dragging you forward to catch up, throwing some rude remarks at the laughing boy.
It's a ten minute walk from the store to the club, spent talking with Iseul about the new episode of a Kdrama you two watched, and then talking with Jungkook when he complains about feeling left out.
When you reach the club, you can't help but gape at the exterior, it definitely looked better than any of the cheap ones you'd go to with Mina. Speaking of, you see her by the entrance, sitting on a ledge of polished stone.
She was dressed up as Cher from Clueless, her matching plaid yellow skirt and cropped blazer standing out amongst the other people outside and making her look like a goddess.
Her eyes meet yours and her face lights up.You wave her over, and she's in front of you within five seconds.
"Guys this is my best friend, Mina." You introduce her as she reaches the three of you, Mina does a little curtsy that earns a grin from Iseul you've never seen before. "Mina, this is Iseul, and Jungkook." They exchange smiles and a second later Iseul grabs your hand along with Mina's and drags you inside. You instinctively grab Jungkook's, and he grips it tightly as you all try and move through the sea of bodies inside.
Knowing the owner of the club seemed to have its perks, namely, you were able to skip the line, and you got a flashy booth on the second level, on the terrace, right up against the balcony, where you could see all the people dancing on the level below.
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"Jimin!"
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Jungkook lets go of your hand to hug the man, Jimin, you assume, who had appeared at your table. You don't have enough time to register that you miss his touch as the blond greets your group, clicking his fingers before trays of drinks are all brought to the table by waiters.
You guess he's the owner then.
"Where is everyone else?" You ask Jungkook, who had sat down beside you, sandwiching you between himself and the balcony. "They're still coming," He replies, reaching for a shot. "What drinks do you like?" He asks, closer to your ear so you could hear him over the music blaring down below. "I'll take any," You say loudly and Jungkook laughs, the sound tickling against your ear.
He hands you a shot, clinking his glass with yours before you tip your heads back and down it. The alcohol burns your throat, and some manages to dribble down the side of your mouth. You were always a little messy when it came to drinking. Jungkook wipes it away with his thumb, chuckling when you hiccup. "Let's go dance," He grins, sliding out of the booth and reaching his hand out towards you.
You take it vehemently, and Jungkook leads you down the stairs to where you see Iseul and Mina already in the middle of the dance-floor. He doesn't let your hand go the entire time, holding it as the two of you dance, letting the music of the club course through you. You inch closer and closer until eventually you're flush against each other amongst all the other bodies around you.
It's intoxicating, how close you are to Jungkook as you dance the night away. Hips swaying and bodies moving in sync- the whole world seems to fade away when your eyes meet his. In this moment, it's just you and Jungkook. Just his hands, a gentle grip on your hips as you move together. Just your hands, linked around his neck, keeping him close. Just your hearts beating as one and just his eyes staring dangerously into yours.
Dangerous, because when those brown eyes flicker lower, to your lips, every ounce of self-control you still had in you dissipates. Your eyes flutter closed as the two of you slowly inch closer until you're closer than ever before. His lips are a whisper against yours, just the faintest brush before the illusion is broken and the world comes crashing back in when a stranger knocks into you when dancing, sending you flying to the side, Jungkook's grip on your hips the only thing stopping you from falling to the floor and getting trampled.
"You okay?" He asks, fixing you upright. You nod with a nervous laugh, before coming to your senses and you realise what had just happened. You hate how fast you jump away from Jungkook, as if his touch alone set your skin alight. You had almost kissed him.
The realisation has you gaping wide eyed at him, a hand coming up to touch the lips his had almost been on. Jungkook can barely get a word out before you're blundering out an excuse about needing to use the bathroom, leaving him standing in the middle of the dance-floor.
You look yourself over in the bathroom for the millionth time, still feeling Jungkook on every inch of your body.
You could still feel the ghost of his lips against yours and you shudder. It was stupid, this little game you were playing. Pretending like you still teenagers in a rom-com.
It was dangerous to mix up attraction with affection, and you didn't know what the hell you were feeling for Jungkook. Every touch, every gaze set your skin on fire, your insides becoming a wildfire of desire.
As you make your way back up to the terrace where your friends were, you decide to stay away from the alcohol- fearing that the next time you were pressed up against Jungkook, you wouldn't have the self-restraint to hold back.
But as you reach the table, one look at Jungkook on the other side of the booth from where you originally sat, eyes swirling with that same desire that still pooled within you, and you're downing the whole line of shots laid out on the table.
Iseul introduces you to the new friends that had arrived while you were dancing. Jimin and Namjoon, you already knew, and then there was Taehyung, Jin, Hoseok, and Yoongi.
You learnt their names, only to forget them twenty minutes later when you were doing body shots with Hoseok on the table.
The rest of the night is a blur, drinking and dancing until your legs gave out and Taehyung had to carry you back to the booth. You're an absolute mess, giggling and slurring your words in mindless babbles, before you realise Jungkook was still sitting opposite you in the booth.
In fact, he'd been sitting there sulking ever since you'd left him on the dance floor. He was completely sober apart from the one shot he'd had with you and no amount of cajoling from his friends could get him to go back out. Jungkook always got hammered on Halloween, one year he'd ended up passed out in a fountain outside, it was practically part of the tradition.
Though the pestering stopped eventually when his friends realised exactly why he was sulking. On another day, they would have absolutely teased him to bits for being so hung up on a girl, but tonight they'd let him sit and sulk.
"What are you still doing here? You should go down and have some fun!" You hiccup twice in that sentence alone and Jungkook doesn't bother hiding his smile.
"Your foot okay?" Jungkook asks, knowing from when Tae had told him, whether he was listening or not, that you'd twisted it when you'd fallen.
"I'm fine. See watch!"
Before Jungkook can even stop you, you're sliding out the booth, legs slightly wobbling before you attempt a pirouette. Within a second he's up and standing, ready to catch you if you fall, which you inevitably do, into his waiting arms.
"Silly girl," He murmurs, easing you back into the booth as you giggle. When you refuse to let go of his arm, Jungkook decides to just sit down beside you. He tenses when you lay your head on his shoulder, but quickly relaxes again.
"I don't usually drink this much, you know." You say quietly, to who you don't exactly know. Jungkook stays silent, focusing on your hand that had somehow ended up in his. He caresses the back of your palm, and you sigh softly.
He could take a fair guess as to why you had drowned a whole tray of shots, and then some. Even if it broke some part of him to see you trying to forget tonight, he didn't care. He only realises you had fallen asleep on his shoulder when your hands stop playing with the rings on his own, now still in his palm.
He kisses the top of your head, it was the only thing he'd let himself do.
"Thanks for this, Jungkook."
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Mina eyes the way he looks at you, almost longingly, from the doorway of your bedroom. Jungkook had just helped her take you home after almost two hours of sleeping on him in the club. Some time during it you had shifted to his chest, and Jungkook held you lightly as you slept.
When he'd lowered you onto your bed, you'd grabbed his wrist, mumbling words Jungkook couldn't quite understand. Something about a dog and a watermelon. He laughs softly, smoothing a hand over your messy hair.
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"Stay with me, Kook.."
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Jungkook freezes when you mumble out the sentence, and he would've thought about it more if you hadn't gone on to rant about high gas prices immediately after. He chuckles lightly to himself as he stares down at you with a certain kind of fondness.
He tucks you under the covers and asks Mina for some aspirin and a glass of water, leaving it on your bedside table before leaving your room with a kiss on your forehead.
"She talks very highly of you," Mina says gently, as the two of them stood in the living room. She was sitting on an arm of the couch while Jungkook stood, eyes downcast.
But they shifted up at her words.
"She just- she needs assurance, Jungkook. She'll start to overthink everything if you give her mixed signals."
Jungkook had only known her for a few hours, but he knew immediately that despite her kindness and friendly charm, Mina would do anything for the people she loved.
She didn't know what had happened, but Mina had felt the shift in your mood when you returned to the table, knowing something had set you off to make you start chugging down any drinks you could find.
Her first thought wasn't that Jungkook had done something bad- the opposite really. Even if she didn't know him, she knew he wasn't the type to do something to make a girl comfortable. She'd seen it in the way he held your hips gently when she'd glanced over at the two of you.
She suspected that things were going good, and maybe they became too good, too fast, and that had spooked you. She told Jungkook exactly what she thought, telling him not to beat himself up about it.
Jungkook can't help but wonder whether you've talked to her about him. He thanks Mina with a tired smile, before mentioning he should probably head home. Mina gives him a re-assuring smile, saying something along the lines of it'll work out, Jungkook before walking him out.
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After getting dropped to his front door by Namjoon, Jungkook groggily got ready for bed. He laid awake in the dark until the early hours of the morning.
You'd been so close tonight, and it had ended in you being ever further than before.
Jungkook couldn't forget the look on your face after he'd almost kissed you. His mind was a battlefield, too loud and destructive for him to fall asleep. You were there every time he closed his eyes, and he could hear your laughter ringing in his ears. He could remember the way your heart felt against his chest, beating in time with his.
And when he finally whisked away to sleep, you were still dancing in his mind.
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You're glad for the day Jungkook gave everyone off after Halloween, perhaps after years of doing it, he was familiar with the pounding hangover that seemed to plague your body.
You almost scowl at Mina, actually you do scowl at Mina when you walk into the living room, wrapped in your blankets like a burrito. She seemed too normal watching TV and eating chips. "That's because I didn't drink half the alcohol supply," She remarks, moving over to let you flop onto the couch.
You'd taken the aspirin, which you assumed Mina had left for you, on the bedside table as soon as you woke up all of five minutes ago. But it did little to help the throbbing pain in your head, as if someone was playing Whack-A-Mole.
"Jungkook dropped some food for you," Mina says, as if she had only just remembered. You lift your head from the back of the couch long enough to look at her with confusion. "How does Jungkook know where we live?" You ask, before covering your mouth. You felt like you were going to explode.
"Well he was the one who tucked you into bed," She says, trying and failing to hide her smile when your eyes widen to the size of saucers. You blink down at your body in horror, you were in your matching set of pink night clothes.
"Oh don't worry, I changed you." She clarifies, and you relax, but only barely. "Why did you let him put me to bed?" You groan, crashing back against the couch- which was a bad idea, since your head now pounded even more.
"He wanted to take care of you," she shrugs.
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"He felt bad."
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You stare at her confused again. "Why did he feel bad?" You ask skeptically. "Don't know," she says, but you can tell she's lying- the way her eyes dance around the room giving her away instantly.
You eventually do eat the food Jungkook had left, contemplating why he felt bad as you sipped the delicious soup.
You don't remember much of last night, and you don't know which parts of your recalling are real or imagined. Dancing on the table with Iseul? Real. Twisting your ankle while dancing? The pain in your foot says real. Bumping into Adele at the bar and having a shot together? You assume imagined, but you never know.
After eating, you head back to bed, closing your curtains and shutting yourself out from the rest of the world as you try and recover.
You never drank this much, even in college. Wondering what could have happened to make you do so last night follows you into sleep.
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Ever since you were a child, you always liked the colder months more than the warm. You loved snow, had grown up with it your whole life, yet sometimes you still couldn't help but stare in awe outside the window whenever it snowed. You loved watching as it fell, having snowball fights with your friends, and dancing around in it at midnight.
You walk into the bookstore one morning, a tray of hot chocolates in hand from the cafe down the street. Iseul was on a ladder, about to put up the star before she heard the bell of the door as you entered.
The Halloween decorations had come down and within a week, the Christmas ones were up. Spiders and ghosts had been replaced with little snowmen and elves. Just the day before, you'd helped Iseul decorate the Christmas tree, completely over-doing it with the baubles and tinsel.
Jungkook emerges from his office, dressed in a comfy and warm looking sweater. You hand him his hot chocolate when he reaches you andhe thanks you and takes a sip as the two of you stare up at Iseul.
She fixes the star onto the tree and climbs down, clapping her hands in excitement when she looks at the finished product. "It looks.. nice." Jungkook comments, and you elbow him in the side. The laugh that he emits threatens to make your insides melt.
You stopped dismissing your feelings for Jungkook a few weeks after Halloween, when you realised you were already in far too deep to pretend they wern't there and just hope they would go away.
Sure, there were times when he'd look at you in a more than friend's kind of way, but you assumed it was just a trick of the mind.
You never acted on those feelings though. The friendship you had with Jungkook was one you valued too much to risk ruining, so you kept your feelings to yourself.
That didn't stop you from pining over him in secret though. Everyday, you'd talk Mina's ear off about how much you enjoyed being in Jungkook's company.
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"Jungkook this, Jungkook that. When's the last time you Jung-cooked some food?!" She had exclaimed one cranky morning.
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It never really bothered her though, Mina was definitely the number one supporter of you and Jungkook- equally tied with Iseul.. and Jimin.
The blond had seen right through you on Halloween and when he had dragged you out onto the dance floor-definitely more than tipsy- he had voiced exactly how perfect he thought the two of you would be.
"You're smart and loveable, and he's scrappy and lovable- together you're just lovable and lovable!"
You're still not sure what exactly he meant by that, but it was a cute sentiment.
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You tilt your head to look at Jungkook, meeting his cutely confused face as he stares down at you.
"You okay?" He asks.
You nod slowly, wondering to yourself why he was even asking.
"You're blushing.."
Your eyes slightly widen in horror as you touch your fingers to your cheeks, feeling the warmth of a blush against your skin.
"Who're you thinking about that's got you so flustered?" Jungkook grins, nudging your hip with his own.
You nervously laugh, looking anywhere but him.
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If only he knew..
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You clutch the collection of various sized presents to your chest as you shoulder open the front door. It was a particularly snowy morning so you'd taken an Uber to work and tipped the driver generously for his patience while you hauled all of the presents into your arms by yourself, despite his asking if you needed help.
Iseul laughs when she sees you enter sprinkled in snow. Jungkook follows her gaze from where he stood leaning on the counter, turning his head and seeing you by the doorway. He's quick to appear at your side, taking some of the presents from your arms and setting them down under the Christmas tree, where the rest of the presents were placed by Jungkook himself and Iseul.
You have to stop Jungkook when he tries to peek around for which presents were his. He grins when you swat his hands away.
Jungkook straightens after placing the last present beneath the tree, taking in your form and laughing softly. He strides forward and brushes snow off your shoulders and coat. His thumb comes up to swipe a snowflake off your nose, and you blush under his gentle gaze.
"Is Mina coming tonight?" Iseul asks from behind the counter. You turn your attention to her, grinning at how eager she was to know. She'd asked you earlier if Mina could come to the Christmas party that they held every year for their friends, just like Halloween, and you'd told her you'd said you would have to ask. Iseul had taken a liking to Mina, and Mina to her- and you would've been jealous at how easily they clicked if you wern't certain they were falling in love.
"She said she has her own party at work, but she'll be free tonight to come to ours too."
Iseul smiles, and maybe even blushes. Knowing Mina, she'd do anything to be here probably even leave halfway through hers if they had overlapped. With free food and presents promised, who wouldn't?
By the time the party rolls around, all of Jungkook's friends- who you liked to think you knew well enough to call your friends too- had all arrived, dropping their presents beneath the tree and heading straight for the food you'd help setup on the tables.
You meet Yuna, Namjoon's wife- who thanks you for looking after her son whenever he came in. You blush under her words, telling her it was no problem at all.
Namjoon would often come into the store, sometimes bringing Jihyo with him and it soon became your job to play with him while he was here. You never thought of it as a job though, you enjoyed playing with whatever was in the toy box with him. Jihyo still brought you books, asking you to read them to him so he could fall asleep in your arms.
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"Merry Christmas, ____!"
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You turn on your heels, coming face to face with Jihyo in his dad's arms. "Hi Jihyo!" You exclaim, so happy to see him.
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"Merry Christmas bud!"
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You laugh when he swats at Namjoon's arms to put him down, he's lowered to the ground and soon Jihyo is hugging your legs.
You'd bought a present (or three) for him tonight, probably the biggest ones in the pile. You'd gotten gifts for everyone else too- gift giving was one of your favourite things to do during Christmas.
When Mina finally arrives, clutching presents in her arms and covered in snow, the party officially starts. Iseul's face lights up seeing Mina, rushing over to help her put the gifts under the tree before dragging her towards the food.
You stand by the counter, smiling to yourself watching all your friends. Mina and Iseul dancing by the stereo playing Christmas music, Jimin and Tae trying to stuff marshmallows into their mouthd to make Jihyo laugh.
You think about how grateful you are to know such great people. You'd gone from being on the brink of getting kicked out of your apartment, to this.
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You were so happy.
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"Merry Christmas, _____."
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You turn your head to see Jungkook, a warm smile on his face as he leans back on the counter beside you. He was dressed in a grey turtleneck, looking finer than you were expecting. You smile up at him.
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"Merry Christmas, Jungkook."
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The two of you stand in silence, watching your friends, until you feel Jungkook's fingers against yours, touch careful, as if he was nervous.
You blink up at him, and when you don't pull your hand away, he takes it in his- holding them together. He doesn't say anything, merely going back to watching Jin and Hoseok at the TV doing karaoke.
You glance down at your intertwined hands and smile.
You stay with Jungkook for a while, just basking in each other's presence, with a million unsaid words hanging above you.
You've wanted to tell him so many times now, but one look at the friends you already consider family, and you remember why you can't.
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"____?"
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Jungkook's thumb caressing the back of your palm brings your attention to the man next to you. You hum in reply, glancing up at him through your lashes.
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"I-"
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Whatever Jungkook was about to say is interrupted when Jimin calls everyone to open presents- a little too eager as he drags Yoongi from where he sat on an armchair.
You turn back to Jungkook, laughing.
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"What were you gonna say?"
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He looks down at you for a moment before he shakes his head. "It's nothing, come on, let's open presents." He smiles and tugs on your hand to usher you forward. You say nothing as you follow behind him, a little sad that you were interrupted.
Jimin takes it upon himself to go first, handing out presents to everyone and sitting back with an excited grin as you all open them.
You go in a circle, giving out gifts to each other, and you get all things from a little octopus plushy from Jihyo, to beautiful peridot earrings from Taehyung.
When it's your turn to give out your presents, you grab them from beneath the tree and hand them around.
Jihyo squeals seeing the massive present you set down in front of him, tearing the wrapping paper to shreds and revealing a large blue toy truck. You laugh as he jumps into your arms, thanking you over and over again. You kiss his cheek before lowering him back down to let him play with his new present.
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"Oh. My. God."
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Jimin almost screams when he unwraps the canvas painting of a Twilight parody where he's Jacob, you're Bella, and Jungkook is Edward. He had brought it up when he saw you watching Twilight with Jungkook that the three of you were parallels of the characters. Jimin jumps over the couch, barely missing Hoseok's head as he tackles you into a hug.
You smile watching as Namjoon gasps at the spray bottle you'd gotten him, with a custom design and his name written in small gold lettering. He thanks you with a hug, telling you his bonsais would be forever grateful.
You turn from where you're standing to see Jungkook smiling down at his present. You'd decided to get him an Iron-Man figurine to put on his desk in his office after the two of you had had a Marvel movie binge. "To fuel your geekiness," You grin just as Jungkook brings you into a bone-crushing hug.
You smile into his shoulder as he says thank you. When he pulls away he presses a chaste kiss against your cheek, that has you feeling warm inside.
Iseul goes on to give her presents, gifting you a necklace she'd see you eye in the store once. Then Jin, and finally Jungkook.
You watch as he goes around handing out his gifts, smiling as his friends tackle him in hugs.
"This is for you," He says, reaching you last. You take the small box from his hands, peeling away the paper to reveal a jewellery box. You gasp in realisation, eyes snapping up to Jungkook. His grin confirms your guess and you open up the box to reveal a moonstone necklace wrapped in a simple design with thin rope. It was a replica of a necklace from a book you'd told him about months ago, you didn't know he'd thought to remember.
"I love it!" You exclaim, throwing your arms around his neck and hughing him tight. You feel his smile against your head before he kisses your forehead softly.
You pull away and realise everyone's gone on to watch as Mina and Iseul sing karaoke- all looking like a family. You smile, and before you realise it you're leaning against Jungkook's chest.
"I have another present for you," He says quietly, only for you to hear. You lift your head enough to see him looking down at you fondly.
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"Come on,"
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He takes your hand and leads you through the aisle of bookshelves to his office. Inside, he opens the top drawer of his desk and pulls out a present, this one wrapped in fancier navy blue paper.
You un-wrap it carefully, wondering to yourself what Jungkook got you that could be so special he needed to give it to you in private.
You gasp when you uncover a special edition of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. You drag your fingers over the hardcover material, and the odd feeling of crying hits you.
"Open it," Jungkook encourages you.
You do, opening the cover to see Jungkook's handwriting on the inside.
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In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.
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Words cannot describe how much you mean to me.
Enjoy the book, love.
Yours, Jungkook
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You turn to Jungkook, his face calm as he waited for your reaction, but you merely smile and tug him to you.
"Thank you," You say against his chest. You could feel the tears brimming in your eyes from receiving such a thoughtful gift, but you didn't care if you cried. Not now.
"Anything for you," Jungkook whispers against your hair, arms coming up to slide around your waist. And then you do start crying, feeling your emotions finally get the better of you.
You wanted him so fucking bad.
"What are we doing, Jungkook?" You ask, voice breaking. In the low light of his office, with the only light coming from the lamp on his desk, Jungkook could see the tears streaming down your cheeks.
"We're not teenagers, so why does it feel like we're in some stupid rom-com? The stolen glances, the touching, the unspoken promises- what are we doing?"
"I can't keep it to myself anymore. I want you, Jungkook. Not in some teenage way, looking for fun and easy.. I want the good, the bad. I want it if it's with you."
Jungkook had gone still as you spoke, and his face was un-readable as he looked down at you.
He's silent for a beat too many, and you realise you'd done exactly what you didn't want to do.
"Nevermind- forget it," You sigh, shrugging out of Jungkook's hold and rushing out of the office, leaving his book and your heart on the desk.
You barely register Jungkook calling your name as you rush through the aisle before you feel his hand on your arm. "Don't!" You cry, snatching it out of his grip. If he touched you right now, you'd completely shatter. It hurt enough that you'd poured your heart out in that office only to realise you'd interpreted everything wrong.
"____," Jungkook pleads.
"What? What is it, Jungkook?" You ask, looking him in the eye. You scoff at that fake guilt you've seen in his eyes before.
"I can handle it if you tell me you don't feel the same way. I'm not some little school girl, Jungkook. So just talk to me like an-"
You don't register Jungkook's lips are on yours until his hands come up to cup your cheeks. Every emotion swirling in you seems to disappear and the only thing that matters anymore is Jungkook.
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⠀⠀Jungkook.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Jungkook.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Jungkook.
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His lips are soft and heaven against yours and you realise that every kiss you've ever had before now will always come second. It's a simple kiss, but every nerve in your body erupts into flames.
Eventually you pull away, Jungkook's forehead resting against yours.
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"I'm sorry. For all of it."
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You close your eyes, still breathless from the kiss, before Jungkook speaks again.
"I knew you before you knew me," He says and you open your eyes, confused. He's staring at you with such intensity that you keep your mouth shut and wait for him to go on.
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"We went to the same college, though I was a year ahead of you. I'd seen you around campus and at a few parties, but I never went up to you. You were the type of girl I knew I'd never see again, and I hated myself for never approaching you. I thought about you for months after I graduated, so when you walked into my store that day, my brain fucking melted. It was like the universe gave me a second chance and i passed it up, again. It terrified me- what was so special about me that I should get a second chance when I didn't deserve it, or you. So I pushed you away, masking what I felt for you with rude remarks and a scowl. But then you gave me a chance, forgave me. And I knew then that I needed to wake up and realise that there was no one else for me. You were my third chance, and I'm not passing this one up. I've wanted to tell you for so long how much I've wanted you, but I never had the balls to. I still get overwhelmed at the fact you exist."
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You're full on crying by the time Junkook is done. You hang onto every word he says and repeat it twice in your head.
"Of course you deserve it," You say, cupping his face in your hands. "You deserve to be happy, Jungkook."
Your words set him off, and soon Jungkook's tears are running down his cheeks and wetting your hands, but you don't care.
"Kiss me again," He whispers pleadingly and you smile.
You would never deny this man.
You pull him forward and his lips meet yours again in a passionate kiss. The kiss turns deep when Jungkook nibbles on your bottom lip to ask for permission. You part your lips and soon your tongues are dancing together. A hand leaves your cheek to run through Jungkook's hair, tugging softly that has him groaning into your mouth and stirring a wet pool of desire in you.
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"Fucking finally,"
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You pull away to see Jimin standing at the end of the aisle, a cocky grin on his face. You shake your head and Jungkook tells him to piss off with a laugh. Jimin leaves with a wink, and a few vulgar gestures that has the two of you rolling your eyes.
"We should probably go back out," You say, even though you fold yourself deeper into Jungkook's chest. "Yeah," He replies, arms around your waist. You stare at each other fondly until Jimin's yelling interrupts you once again.
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"Stop smooching and get out here! It's Christmas!"
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It's a chaotic day in the store today, and not in a business sense, business itself was fine.
Jungkook, however, was not fine.
You were laying in bed after Jimin's New Years Eve party, where you'd kissed Jungkook as the clock struck 12 and partied all night, when he had mentioned that his birthday was in September, laughing as he told you how he only had a beer by himself to celebrate.
You had ignored him all day, despite his pleas telling you that you still hated him back then so he didn't think you would have cared.
Iseul watches Jungkook follow after you like a puppy the entire morning, laughing to herself behind the counter.
"I would've given you a present!" You scowl, putting a book on the shelf.
"You can do it this year!" He exclaims, wrapping his arms around you. You mutter a few things into his chest that has Jungkook laughing.
He leans down to whisper in your ear in a sultry voice.
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"I have a few ideas of the presents you can give me,"
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Jungkook grins at the way your cheeks flush.
"Only kidding, unless you want to~"
You haven't had sex with Jungkook yet, despite how much you wanted to at Halloween, and pretty much every day after that.
After Christmas, he'd taken you out on a date. You'd gone to all his favourite places around town and then had dinner at a diner. You weren’t one for fancy restaurants and Jungkook didn't seem to mind eating fish and chips, he'd do anything you asked him to.
And you didn't want to push him for sex either, you were contempt making out till your lungs screamed for you to breathe- when it came to it, you knew the wait would be worth it.
"Jungkook we're at work!" You scold, swatting his arm.
"It's my store, there are literally no rules," Jungkook grins.
You shake your head with a smile, this man.
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"Do you only ask to sleep over so you can steal my shirts?" Jungkook asks from the bed, where he lay shirtless in his grey sweats.
You roll your eyes, making an effort to flaunt the tee you were wearing, which you might have stolen from Jungkook's closet. The fabric swamps your smaller frame and covers the shorts you wore underneath.
In the low light of his bedroom, you couldn't deny that Jungkook looked un-necessarily enticing right now. Doing nothing but simply staring at you, you wanted to devour him.
"You look like you want to eat me," Jungkook laughs, noticing the hunger swirling in your eyes. "C'mere," He cooes, patting the bed beside him.
You climb into his lap instead, and Jungkook's hands are quick to come around your middle as you lay between his legs. You glance up at him with a chesire cat like smile, hoping he'd catch on to what you wanted.
Jungkook, of course, could tell from the moment you came into the room after getting ready for bed.
He captures your lips in a sweet kiss, before his hand on your nape deepens it. Your legs had hiked up until you were straddling Jungkook's lap, and the groan that comes out of him when you give a teasing roll of your hips has desire pooling in your core.
"Don't tease, pretty girl," Jungkook groans against your mouth, and the husky voice along with the pet name has you feeling dizzy.
You squeal when Jungkook grabs your thighs, flipping the two of you over, your back hitting the pillows somewhat gracefully. Jungkook hovers above you for a second before he's leaning down to take your lips in his again. He kisses along your jaw, down your neck, over your clothed breasts and stomach, down to your thighs.
"Really?" Jungkook snorts, fingers tugging at the hem of your shorts which he realises are a pair of his boxers.
"They're comfortable!" You exclaim, and Jungkook shakes his head.
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"What am I going to do with you, little thief?"
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You could flip me over and fuck me till I'm-
Your thoughts disappear when you feel Jungkook's fingers in the waistband of your shorts and you immediately lift your hips to let him tug them down.
They land somewhere across the room with a distant thud, but you're too focused on the way Jungkook stares between your thighs with hunger blazing in his eyes to even care.
His gaze alone makes you even more wet, and if Jungkook weren’t already kneeling between your thighs looking like he was about to devour you, you would have rubbed your thighs together in search of friction.
Jungkook places a gentle kiss on the inside of your thigh before he dives right in, parting your lips with two fingers and licking a stripe from your hole to your clit. He groans against your pussy, the sound nothing short of absolutely lewd.
"You taste fucking divine," He sighs, kissing you all over. He gives kitten licks up and down your cunt and sucks gently on your clit and you could have come right then and there, but then he slips two fingers into you with ease that has you mewling.
Jungkook feasts on you like a man starved, dragging his fingers in and out of you and playing you like a song. Your moans only urge him to work harder to bring you to your high.
That fuzzy feeling blooms within you, and the coil in your stomach starts winding tighter and tighter until Jungkook hooks his fingers in you, finding that spot, and gently bites down on your clit that has your release slamming into you.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and Jungkook has to keep your thighs pinned to the bed with his arms as he helps you ride out your high.
Your chest heaves and your whole body tingles before Jungkook emerges from between your thighs, it's almost pornographic how he stares at you, chin messy with your release and arousal.
Nonetheless, you grab him gently around the neck, pulling him up to smash your lips on his in a kiss nothing short of erotic.
You taste yourself on him, and it only turns you on even more.
You dip your hand into his pants, smirking at the way you find nothing underneath. You grab his cock, gasping at how hard and heavy he is in your palm. Oh he’s big. Jungkook would have laughed if it hadn't knocked the breath right out of him when you took him in your hand.
You slide your palm up and down the length of him, pumping him almost lazily. You swirl your thumb at the tip, spreading his pre-cum all over. Jungkook watches your face as you do, eyes so hooded and blown out with lust you just can't wait to have him in you.
"Need you," You croak, adding the slightest bit of pressure to your strokes. Jungkook groans once more before he taps your wrist. You pull your hand out of his pants and Jungkook is quick to discard them, flinging them across the room to meet your shorts.
He takes your hands and lifts you to sit up, the gentle action completely opposite to how he tears his shirt off of you before he's lowering you back down against the mattress and kissing you roughly.
"Are you still on the pill?" He pulls away to ask, tentatively, smoothing your hair from your face. You nod before cupping the back of his head and bringing him back down to your mouth.
Jungkook reaches down between your bodies to grab his cock, rubbing it along your folds, the both of you groaning at the feel of it. He stops kissing you for a moment just to moan out,
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"So wet, fuck-"
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He collects the last bit of arousal with the head of his cock before stopping at your entrance. You pull away from his lips confused and Jungkook looks at you gently.
"Still want this?" He asks in a whisper.
Your heart clenches in your chest at the fact that Jungkook would take it this far, have you fall apart on his tongue and fingers, and still ask before you went all the way.
"Yes, fuck yes, Jungkook," You sigh, cupping his face in your hands.
He kisses you gently and pushes the first few inches in, making you groan into his mouth. He pushes in, inch by glorious inch until he bottoms out and your head is spinning, drunk on the feel of him.
You feel so full with Jungkook inside you. You want to stay like this forever.
You realise Jungkook is waiting for you to adjust when you see his eyes closed shut as if he was stopping himself from moving too soon. You give him a teasing clench that earns a guttural groan from him.
"You can move," You smile when he opens his eyes to look at you. Jungkook doesn't need to be told twice, grabbing your hips and pulling out until just the tip of him is left, and slamming back in.
You moan so loud Jungkook could come right then and there, but he soldiers on, determined to bring you pleasure.
He's waited too long for tonight.
You thought sex with Jungkook would blow your mind, you didn't think it would absolutely melt your brain until you were a mess of incoherent babbles and moans. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room along with Jungkook's groans and affirming words,
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⠀you feel so good,
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⠀ ⠀ taking me so well
⠀⠀⠀never wanna leave
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With each drag of his cock inside you bringing you closer to release, you have to fist the covers beneath you to stop yourself from squirming.
"Love seeing you like this," Jungkook breathes out, caressing your cheek with his thumb, pace going slower but deeper as he rolls his hips into you.
"Wanna ride you Koo," You mewl, rolling your hips in time with his. Jungkook groans above you.
He flips the two of you over until you're sitting on his cock, this angle much deeper and you feel Jungkook in your stomach.
He closes his eyes with a sigh, still getting used to how amazing you feel around him. When you lift your hips and slam down with a moan, Jungkook chokes on air.
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"Fuck, go on pretty girl, ride me,"
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His words only spur you on and you grab his hands from where they've found purchase on your hips and move them up to your breasts. You moan when he weighs them in his palms, twirling his thumbs around your hardened nipples as you lift and drop yourself on his cock, riding him like promised.
You curse your thighs for getting tired, the burn mixing pain with pleasure as you bounce on his cock. Jungkook, ever so observant, notices and grabs your hips to slow you. He plants his feet flat on the bed and fucks up into you so hard you're knocked forward on his chest.
"Tired. 'm sorry," You sigh, but Jungkook kisses your nose softly.
"Did so good," He coos, a hand on your back rubbing soothing circles before he's moving again.
He holds you to his chest and drills into you so fast you're almost screaming.
His stamina really was something else.
You groan and mewl, biting Jungkook's neck to stop from screaming too loud. Release finds you shortly before his does, and you shake with pleasure as Jungkook's thrusts slow down as he helps you ride it out. A few more thrusts and he's spilling himself in you, thick ropes of cum painting your insides white.
The room is silent for a few beats, the sound of your heavy breathing the only sound. Sweaty skin against sweaty skin, Jungkook's heartbeat against your chest beats in time with yours, and you lift your head to look at him.
His eyes are closed, and the hand on your hip, rubbing soothingly, tells you he's drinking it all in. You kiss his lips softly, just a peck, and soon Jungkook is opening his eyes and smiling at you.
"That was amazing," You sigh, burying your head in the crook of his neck. "You're amazing," Jungkook says, kissing the side of your head.
He flips the two of you around carefully, laying you back against the pillows and pulling out of you. You both whine and moan at the feeling, missing how full you felt with him inside you. Jungkook kneels between your thighs, watching his seed spill out of you with glossy eyes.
"Jungkook!" You exclaim when he takes a finger and stuffs it back into you. He gets off the bed, his laughter disappearing with him into the bathroom.
You shut your eyes, basking in the afterglow of the most mind-blowing sex you've had in your entire life.
You're close to falling asleep when you feel something wet and warm on your skin.
You open them to see Jungkook back in between your thighs, with a washcloth. You almost cry at how gentle he is as he cleans you up.
He discards the cloth before climbing up to lay beside you. You immediately cuddle into his chest and Jungkook snakes an arm around your waist. His other hand smooths your hair away from your face, and you realise you'll never get used to this feeling.
Not that you'd want to.
Soon the two of you fall asleep, a tangled mess of arms and legs beneath the comforter with two heartbeats beating as one.
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It's now the end of February, two months of this amazing, loving, chaotic, relationship with Jungkook, and you've never been happier.
Two months of two absolute geeks geeking together, two months of stealing kisses between bookshelves only to have Iseul blow a whistle, a literal whistle, at the two of you like a lifeguard calling out kids who run by the pool.
When you broke the news to your friends, Jimin and Iseul immediately went head to head on who saw it coming first. But the real winner was Mina, who'd known since college.
"I saw him watching you a few times, he caught me once but he looked almost scared, and he seemed innocent enough so I never said anything,"
You looked from your best friend to your boyfriend, who wore a timid smile on his face.
"So at Halloween, you recognised each other?"
They both nodded, and your mouth opened in shock.
Two months of being with your best friend, and getting to love every part of him, every day.
Two months of cute dates and mind-blowing sex that you'll never get tired of.
You were so un-believably happy.
"What are you thinking about?" Jungkook asks tentatively, reaching his head down to place a soft kiss against your temple. You were laying in bed, enjoying the last day of snow together.
"I read this book," you say, fingers tracing shapes on the soft skin of his chest. Jungkook makes a sound of acknowledgment as he plays with your hair, beckoning you to continue.
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"It said that fate can show itself in different ways, and i'd like to think that fate was that poster in the window- that it brought me to that exact street that day knowing that i was looking for more than just a job. It brought me to you."
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With anyone else, you'd think they'd think you crazy. But jungkook understood you like no other. He lets you go on and on about anything and everything, and you him.
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He truly was your person.
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"You think it's destiny?" you ask quietly.
The snow outside seems to fall in slow motion, flakes of white brushing against the window of the apartment. And as you lay with your lover, a tangle of arms and legs beneath the blanket, you truly couldn't be happier. You smile and close your eyes as jungkook kisses your lips once.
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"I know it is."
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Can I please have some domestic fluff with Azhdaha and Osial 👉🏻👈🏻. Would they be cuddly? Cook? Would they be touch-starved 😉
Of course you can!!! In a world where Azhdaha and Osial were let out of their sealed caverns in order to sign a ‘I will protect Liyue in exchange for my freedom’ contract with Morax….
This was so fun! I wanna write more for them now…hehe..
Osial:
He tends to see himself as better than mortals, he’s proper and somewhat high strung. He was locked away in an era far different than this, so when he arrives in Liyue harbor for the first time in centuries, he’s surprised by everything. The things people eat, their religion, their storytellers…Hell, the dialect is even different (time for Zhongli to tutor his old friends so they don’t sound insane while trying to have a convo with regular folks lol)
He speaks very proper, similar to Zhongli, but he sounds very old fashioned. That is, when he does talk. Osial is quiet, he prefers to listen rather than speak
So when he meets you, his old fashioned tendencies leap out as he tries to court you with handmade gifts like necklaces or glazed pottery. Osial is very skilled with his hands! Back in his day, he’d adorn himself with all sorts of jewelry and headdresses he made himself
He can be very hands on too, before you’re ever on an established relationship he’ll link your arms as you walk down to the harbor or wrap an arm around your waist. Internally, you’ll probably think ‘oh man, we aren’t even together and he’s already this touchy…’ but in reality, that’s just how he is. He links arms with all of his friends because to him, it’s a friendly gesture!!! He fails to realize that in modern times, doing that makes it look like you’re a couple
Due to his imprisonment in the deepest, coldest part of the ocean, Osial is very touch starved. When you hug him for the first time, that’s when you really see it cause he doesn’t want to let go :’) he always smells like the ocean air and incense
Massage his shoulders and hands, he’s never had a massage in his entire life!! This is a new experience that he’ll treasure cause…you’re making him feel so good
When you’re together, he’ll want to go to the beach or take a bath, anywhere with water really. Being able to submerge himself in the tub soothes his skin and mind. When you are together, he’ll show you how he can ‘dissolve’ into the water! He isn’t actually dissolving, he’s kinda turning into water? And melting into it? I’m having a hard time finding the right word for it ahhh-
Osial, while gentlemanly and quiet, does have a temper. Zhongli really brings it out of him just because he thinks it’s funny “You stupid lizard, you better quit stepping on my shoes” “I have no idea what you’re talking about, dear friend” “MORAX!!!!” “….You must stop calling me that in public” it’s kinda funny to see them interact
Osial is a pescatarian, meaning he is a vegetarian who doesn’t eat any meat except fish. He eats…a lot of fish. Sometimes, instead of cooking the fish he just bought from the market, he’ll take one and sit on the sofa with a book…Then eats it raw as a snack…bones and all…blood dripping down his arm, smeared on his face. This is where Zhongli’s aversion to seafood comes from. When you bring up the fact that watching eat a raw fish that way is somewhat disturbing….Osial, again, doesn’t get it. It’s a fish, there’s nothing gross about eating fish?? Babe the fish isn’t gross but the way you’re eating it is gross
Also, Osial is an old fashioned romantic. I mentioned earlier that he’d make jewelry and stuff for you but he’d also write poems for you too :) are they good? Well…’good’ is subjective
Azhdaha:
When Morax sealed him away, Azhdaha had been his most loyal companion. After the god of contracts gave him a set of eyes, Azhdaha swore to protect him. He followed him around, did almost everything he was asked to do
He had centuries to ponder his behavior when he was locked away. He sat and mourned the loss of his freedom, the loss of his dearest friend
So when Morax came to release him, he leapt at the opportunity to come up out of the ground
Azhdaha’s human form is TALL, like 6’5, and Liyue harbor is noooot meant for people that tall. He’s gotta duck when going through doors and kinda hunch in areas with low ceilings. He has a good sense of humor so he thinks it’s funny how he’s so tall, he makes jokes about it and laughs :)
Speaking of laughing, Azhdaha does NOT have an inside voice, he talks super loud!! He’s a bit rowdy too, he doesn’t like sitting still for long and loves going on adventures together
Azhdaha used to be blind and even though he has had eyes for centuries now, he never takes a sight for granted. He’ll watch the sunset, take ‘mental pictures’ of you when he thinks you look pretty, he’ll make you stand and watch street performances even if you’ve seen them ten times already just cause he loves it
His favorite colors are red, purple and orange. They’re just pleasing to his eyes! So when you wear those colors he’s sure to take as many ‘mental pictures’ as he can :) cute
He isn’t really a good cook but he DOES try. Cooking usually takes a delicate touch which he just doesn’t really have lol he’s got big hands
Azhdaha isn’t the best at cooking and is insecure about picking gifts, he just worries you won’t like it :( sooooo the way he shows his affection is by just hanging around you all the time! He’ll help with commissions, come pick flowers or break open cor lapis for you, go fishing with you, whatever you want to do!!
Once he’s fallen for you, it’s pretty easy to tell, he isn’t very subtle :) cuuute! You can just see it in his eyes….he’s totally infatuated with you
Zhongli will tease him too just cause it’s funny to fluster the gentle giant
((Thank you for reading this far!! Now I have a question, should/can I pick a human name for Osial and Azhdaha? Or should I just keep their god names when writing for them? I think I have a name for each but idk 😅))
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hey so I have a question after reading the wage theft post that may sound ignorant. But like banks can hold back people’s paychecks for a few days??? Like, legally? And they do???
I’ve always had an account with a credit union and this year I’ve learned this and also the banks supposedly charge monthly fees for savings accounts??????
If these things are true, I just wanna let everyone know that they’re being seriously screwed over by banks and should 100% get an account with a credit union instead
The concept of the "check hold" originates from a time when it actually did take a couple of days for a check to pass through what's called the Automated Clearing House, or ACH (which is why you see things like 'ACH Deposit' for incoming checks like a paycheck or 'ACH Withdrawal' if you write a check or send an e-check from your bill pay for a bill). This isn't unique to commercial banks -- credit unions used to have to do it too, and some of them still do, depending on their policies. Always a good thing to ask.
These days, ACH payments are next-day available to the bank, 99.9% of the time. They may choose not to release the money for 3-5 days (most of them do this) for a number of reasons, including 'still using the old check hold procedure because we can' and 'the payroll company told us not to release the money until this date because it's your payday, and they can still make adjustments up to when it's released.' Some banks have started saying 'get your paycheck up to three days early!' as a means of drawing in consumers for DDAs (Direct Deposit Accounts, focusing on checking but including savings accounts. Any account in which consumers can withdraw funds and deposit them repeatedly, so, like, not a Certificate of Deposit or whatever). This is just them releasing the money when they actually get it via ACH; they're not giving it to you early.
A lot of banks do and can charge monthly fees for savings accounts; some waive that if you have a certain balance or have it bundled with a checking account that has a certain amount of activity in it or a direct deposit going into it regularly, because banks make a lot of their money off of a) lending the money they have on deposit out on an institutional level, and b) debit card interchange fees. So they want you to either have money on deposit or use your debit card, and if you have a certain number of transactions or a direct deposit, that's a 'useful' account to them.
Banks will also use your transactions to market to you, unless you opt out of that. This can be as complex as 'a machine runs an assessment on your accounts and sees you have a mortgage payment going out to another company and then refers you/sends your information to their mortgage broker for a potential refinance' or as simple as 'every day the branches get a report of any deposits made over a certain amount and the bankers then contact customers to try to get them to move that to a new higher-interest account which tends to make that money stick around.' There are ways of opting out of this kind of marketing and I highly recommend finding out what those are. I absolutely was expected to go through the transactions on certain customer's accounts looking for opportunities for either me or my direct reports to sell to them when I was a banker/service manager/assistant manager at Wachovia/Wells Fargo/Citizen's.
Banks make their money in a lot of ways -- they originate mortgages and then sell those mortgages to servicers, for example, almost no banks actually service their mortgages anymore, they just exist as a sort of ... idk, front man bc people say "ah yes I trust my bank, I'll go there." One of the main ways they make money is by engaging in short-term industrial lending, and they use the money they have on deposit to do so. If your paycheck is $2000 (for round numbers) that doesn't mean a lot to a bank, but if there are a thousand people whose deposits they're holding for a couple days at that amount? Suddenly, that's enough money to lend to... idk... Purdue, or Amazon, or whatever, for a few days. They also use the money that's on deposit, but money that's held like that doesn't go anywhere for those days.
They also make money on all kinds of fees, including account fees, overdraft fees (YOU CAN OPT OUT OF ALLOWING A FINANCIAL INSTITUTION TO OVERDRAW YOUR ACCOUNT RATHER THAN REJECTING A TRANSACTION, WHETHER FROM A BANK OR A CREDIT UNION, AND YOU SHOULD), and debit card interchange fees.
Credit unions make their money in similar ways (a lot of them have overdraft fees still, so, like, be careful) but in general they are far more attuned to the needs of their shareholders because they are owned by the shareholders. If you have a local credit union for which you are eligible, I highly recommend joining that over using a commercial bank, if possible. Most credit unions are part of an ATM network which is nationwide, so you should be able to avoid foreign ATM fees even if you're out of town if you check your credit union's website and find out what other credit unions exist where you are that are in the same ATM network. You'll have to keep $5 on deposit in your account, and for some credit union accounts, they charge fees if you don't keep enough on deposit (though these are generally business accounts) but it's usually very easy to find a checking/savings combo that has no fees, only the requirement to keep $5 on deposit in your savings account (called your 'share,' it isn't available to you while the account is open).
Ever since I left working for Citizen's in 2012, before I left finance entirely in 2017 to work full-time on NerdyKeppie, I've banked with credit unions entirely, save for a short period when we banked with a local bank, which honestly I regret. Credit unions all the way, for real.
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Consider mc asking felix questions about his interests to cheer him up. Tell me about taxidermy felix
Oh man you guys have some really interesting ideas /gen I know nothing about taxidermy so bare with me here as I research the tag
Maybe I'm projecting here but I feel like Felix hyperfixates a lot and just starts going off!! Especially when he's upset.
Felix has been in a bad mood all day. Surly and snippish y’know? With the heavy circles under his eyes you think he might have had a bad dream or something?? But you can't be sure. What you can be sure about is the various animal parts that are just,, sprawled around the desk. So you ask about them. Oh, taxidermy? Tell me about it!
Felix hesitates for a second and is like,, 'I appreciate the effort, but you needn't try to make me feel better.'
No >:((( you love him and his interests and you wanna know >:(((( you go over and hug him from behind and look over his shoulder to the desk and kinda brush some of the fluffy hair off the back of his neck and he's blushing and squeaky and immediately feeling better.
If you (like me) have no clue about taxidermy, he starts explaining, kinda picking up stuff and showing it to you and letting you touch it and kinda pacing around the room because There's A Lot Of Ground To Cover And He's Gonna Make You An Expert On This!!
I feel like,, he got into taxidermy originally for spellcasting or whatever but then he just liked it, both the aesthetic and the process.
Okie so idk if this is ever discussed in the story but I like the idea of Felix having like,, death-sensing abilities (cause imagine it's the scene where he's holding Rime and trying to keep him alive but it isn't working and all of a sudden there's just this magical little ding! like 'new death detected' or whatever and Felix just completely loses it because in that moment he Knows Rime is dead but he can't accept it-) so I feel like he just kinda walks through the forest and finds specimens that way? Also might buy some from the market. Or maybe Stella kills something and brings it to him, I could see that too.
If you show any interest at all, he's whipping out a squirrel for you to try. He just kinda,, had it,,, in an ice chest or something,, honestly he was probably gonna use it to calm himself down but having you do it is so much more fun!!!
I think he would use magic a lot, like for the form and to prep the skin and whatever? Like he still manually skins it but he might make it more resistant to accidental tears or something. You're trying to cut it the right way and he puts his hand on top of yours to guide you?? His eyes are focused on your work but he kinda hums under your breath that you're doing a great job? Wkfigofjsja. Dead. Dead as the animal.
Technically you're supposed to let the skin tan for 24 hours but I'm sure there's a spell that speeds up the process. As you're changing out the salt and all that, Felix is telling you about about the first time he ever taxidermied something. He wanted to show off so it was probably like,, a small bird or something? It didn't go well but look! He got the skull okay! That's what's on his necklace, that first attempt. Even if it didn't turn out great he's still very proud of it.
Once the skin has been tanned and misted and all that, he helps you pull it onto the form and stuff it. You're kinda just like 'man this is a lot more gruesome than it is at Build-a-Bear' and he's like 'YOU CAN MANUFACTURE YOUR OWN BEAR???' he's never taxidermied anything that big and it's an amazing idea to him and yours just like.... Babe no...... Stuffed bears..... 'yes exactly you stuff them that's how taxidermy works'
He's disappointed when he finds out it's just dolls
The room smells like death and chemicals but I fiercely believe Felix has some kind of magical candles or something to help with that.
Watch him while he works. He really is at peace, his hands moving expertly from task to task. His hair keeps getting in his face so he asks you to tie it up for him.
I think Rime would have been pretty neutral to taxidermy, so Felix probably didn't talk about it with him all that much. You can tell how excited he is to have the chance now.
He,, he gets so excited that he starts slipping between Common and Velan,,,,,, he's explaining how to Mount and Pose and Whatever and you're just nodding along with no idea what's happening but Oh His Voice Sounds Pretty
Talks about how one time Sage was being a dick so Felix put a taxidermied snake in his bed and for the next week Sage slept in everyone else's rooms. Ended up with Anisa having to take away all Felix's taxidermy stuff until he promised to not do it again
Once your specimen has been mounted and settled, Felix displays it on his bookshelf. Says that you have a real knack for it.
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The Beast Within
An Asahi x fem! reader fic || Technically SFW but there’s sliiiightly suggestive content || Fluff at the end
Warnings: Violence, Anger, a veiled reference to sexual stuff?? idk what else to call it
Asahi was the kindest, sweetest, most gentle person you had ever known. Even though his ace persona took over whenever he played Volleyball, in real life he was the kind of person who wouldn’t even hurt a fly. You had been friends with him for about a year and you could have sworn up and down that you had never even seen him raise his voice at anyone.
So, it came as a complete shock to you when you heard a loud thump and a crack and you turned around to see Asahi standing over a fallen figure. His right hand was balled into a fist, and there was a look of pure, unadulterated anger on his face.
The figure, that looked like he might have been a college boy, was rolling on the ground with his hands covering his mouth, groaning in pain. Suga and Daichi ran to aid their friend and you watched in utter disbelief as Asahi lifted the man roughly by his collar and raised his fist, looking ready to strike again.
The whimpering boy, half-hanging in air, held up by his collar with Asahi towering over him and his bleeding nose, ready to strike again; the entire scene sent chills down your spine. Asahi looked like he had every intention of killing the boy in front of him and you finally realized what other people meant when they said Asahi was scary. You had never taken any heed to those words before because he had always been such a teddy bear but today, in this moment, you had goosebumps. And for the first time in your life, you were afraid of Asahi Azumane.
The terror must have been written all over your face because Asahi looked up at that moment, saw your face and his expression seemed to soften a little. His eyes still sparkled with rage but he lowered his fist. He loosened his hold on the person’s collar but instead of simply letting go, he pushed him into the ground as he stood up.
He stepped away from him and as he walked away, Suga opened his mouth to say something but he stopped him before he could get any words out. “Suga, not now, please. I need some space to clear my head and calm down for a bit.” Even though he said those words in a normal tone, there was a “no nonsense” air about it and Suga nodded meekly as Asahi walked away. You watched with your mouth half open as he walked past you, not meeting your eyes and his face as serious as it could get.
Suga and Daichi came up to you and so did Kiyoko after a few minutes.
Suga: W-What the hell?!?! W-What happened?
Daichi, staring with his eyes wide at Asahi’s retreating figure, was at a complete loss for words. “I have never seen him like this. Ever. Almost three years I have known him and I have never even seen him even talk to strangers without fumbling over his words, much less get violent-”
Who would have thought today would turn out to be like this? It was your last year in High School and you and your group of friends (Kiyoko, Asahi, Daichi and Suga) had all decided to take a weekend trip down to the beach together. Asahi had looked exceptionally hot today in his red Hawaiian shirt (which he had conveniently left open at the front) and his perfect abs had been quite a distraction for you as you tried to enjoy your time with your closest friends.
You had looked no less, though. With your maroon one-piece swimsuit with slits on the sides, showing off your waist and perfectly hugging your curves, you had looked absolutely smoking.
After a long day of frolicking in the water, splashing and chasing each other around and playing a lot of beach volleyball, you all had decided to relax and take a stroll through the beachside market. Kiyoko and Asahi had somehow gone ahead of the group while you strolled around lazily, idly chatting with Suga and Daichi. You had been browsing through a souvenir stall when the entire incident took place.
Which brings us back to the present.
“- I’m sure he must have had a good reason but for Asahi to do something like this???” Daichi said as he paced around.
It’s true. Even in your wildest dreams, you couldn’t have imagined Asahi like this.
“He deserved it,” Kiyoko said quietly.
All three heads turned to her instantly.
“You know what happened, Shimizu?” Suga asked.
She nodded.
“Tell us!”
“I- I’m not sure if he would want me to say,” Kiyoko replied. But as she said it, she was looking at you with a slightly troubled expression on her face.
“What’s that expression- why are you looking at me like that, Kiyoko?” you ask.
“It’s nothing-”
Suga intervened, "It's obviously not nothing I mean this is Asahi we are talking about. It must have been something really serious for him to act like this. Please, Kiyoko. Tell us.”
Kiyoko sighed, “Well, I guess it’s not exactly a secret since that guy was really loud.”
“So, Asahi was shopping at that stall over there,” she said, turning around and pointing to the stall that was located right next to where the altercation took place, “and I was helping him choose something when these two college boys came by us.”
“They seemed really drunk and they were talking very loudly. The guy in the green shirt saw Y/N standing here with Suga and Daichi and he whistled. He thought he was far away from you so he could say whatever he wanted.
He started commenting on your body and how sexy you looked.”
Kiyoko stopped to read your expression. You could tell she was hesitant about continuing her story because she did not want to make you feel uncomfortable.
“It’s okay, Kiyoko. I want to know what he said.”
Kiyoko continued, “Then he proceeded to describe to his friend in detail - uh - the - uh - things he.... wanted to do you. It was absolutely filthy and vile and even I am not comfortable repeating his words.” You can tell how bad it must have been by the way Kiyoko shivered as she completed her sentence.
“I had no idea Azumane would react the way he did, though. He walked up to the guy and tapped him on the shoulder. I assumed he probably wanted to tell him off or ask him to go away or, at the most, threaten him with his intense expression like he usually does. But as soon as the guy turned to look at him, he just straight up punched him in the face.”
“Wow. Yeah, he totally deserved it,” Suga said, looking deep in thought, “Even so, I would have never expected Asahi to use physical force. I swear, I have never even seen the guy so much as swat a bug away. Although, it also kind of makes sense seeing that it was Y/N that guy was talking about.”
You frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
A look of panic flashed across Suga’s face before he said, “I m-mean, seeing that you’re one of his best friends! He would totally feel protective about you.”
Your eyes narrowed in suspicion and you also didn’t miss Daichi and Kiyoko glancing at each other when Suga faltered. However, you didn’t press the matter further. You were more worried about Asahi at this point.
“I should go find him and see if he is okay. You guys should look for a nice place where we can have a chill dinner. Preferably with no alcohol,” you say, rolling your eyes. The others nodded and you set off to find Asahi.
It wasn’t difficult to find him. The sun hadn’t set yet so it was still bright out and his red shirt and large build were hard to miss. He was sitting in a rather secluded part of the beach, surrounded by large rocks on both sides. He didn’t seem angry at all anymore. He seemed to be deep in thought as he stared at the ocean in front of him.
“You okay?”
Your voice broke him out of his reverie and he turned to see you standing behind him.
“Y-Yeah” he seemed almost apologetic as he answered you.
“Do you mind if I sit here with you?”
You were not sure if he wanted you near him or to talk to you since he had asked Suga for some space so you were very hesitant while asking him this.
He winced. “I knew it. I scared you. I am so so sorry.”
“W-what? I didn’t mean-”
He stood up. “I saw it in your face. I saw how you looked at me when I... when I punched that guy. I saw how terrified you were of me.”
He wasn’t meeting your eyes, instead he was looking straight down at the ground and, large as he was, he seemed to shrink before you with every word that came out of his mouth.
“I-” you were at a loss of words. He was right, you HAD been scared of him in that moment. You couldn’t control how you reacted to the situation. But before you could start to speak, he continued.
“You were one person who never thought I was scary. You always treated me like a normal person. You were never scared to approach me.
But I am afraid that I ruined that tonight with my behaviour. I have seen that look thousands of times in people’s eyes whenever they look at me. But-” his voice was cracking now, “P-please believe me when I say that I did it for a reason. I cannot tell you the reason but I would do it again in a heartbeat. I know you are probably going to be scared of me from now on. But please believe me, I would never, ever in my life even think of hurting yo-”
He was cut off as you threw your arms around him and enveloped him in a tight hug. He was so surprised by your reaction that it took a moment for him to return the hug. When he did, he buried his face in your shoulder and you could feel his tears on your bare skin.
“I already know what happened.”
He broke away from you and looked at you in surprise, his eyes red.
“Yes. Kiyoko told me most of it. She didn’t elaborate on what the guy said exactly though but I can guess it wasn’t pretty. And it’s true, I did feel scared at that moment. But it was just a reaction. The look in your eye was murderous and I have never seen you this way. So it surprised me. And scared me. But now that I know why you did what you did, I am not scared anymore.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Really. Thank you for always looking out for me.”
“O-of course.” and after a brief pause, “How are the others doing?”
“They’re fine. I asked them to look for a restaurant for dinner tonight. Let’s go to them?”
“Yeah uh- before we do that, I - uh - wanted to give you something.”
“Oh?”
Asahi was blushing when he took something out of his pocket. You put your hand out and he placed something on your palm. Your eyes widened as you looked at what he gave you. It was a seashell pendant.
“Oh my God, it’s beautiful!! And in my favourite colour too! I had been looking for one like this since ages!”
“Yeah, you had mentioned it in passing once when we were planning this trip. This is what I was buying when, you know, shit happened. I asked Kiyoko to help me pick it out for you because I didn’t want to get the wrong thing.”
“I can’t believe you remembered that! It’s perfect and I love it! Can you help me wear it?” you asked him, handing the pendant back to him.
“Y-yeah,” he blushed. You turned your back to him and held up your hair with one arm so that he could put the necklace on easily. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck as he placed the necklace delicately on you. He used his fingers to move away stray hairs and his touch was so gentle that it sent shivers down your spine (the good kind this time).
As he fumbled around with the delicate clasp with his large fingers, he spoke, “I - uh - I - I- actually wanted to tell you something.”
You could tell he was really nervous. You waited for him to continue.
“I-I know it’s our last year and soon we will probably be in different cities and this is probably the last thing you want to hear from me right now but-”
The clasp snapped into place and the necklace was now secure around your neck. You turned around to face him.
“But?” you reached your hand out to hold his.
He was really taken aback by your action and his eyes widened. It seemed to give him some confidence.
“B-But I know I will regret it for the rest of my life if I don’t ask you when I have the chance. A chance that I thought I’d lost forever today. So, Y/N, I really, really like you. I have liked you for a long time now and you are the most wonderful person I have ever met. A-and I was wondering if you w-would like to go out with me?”
“I really, really like you too, Asahi.” You were smiling widely as you said “Yes” and stood on your toes to give him a light kiss on his forehead.
Asahi was blushing furiously now. You laughed out loud at how flustered he was. It was good to have the goofy, old teddy bear back.
As you linked your arm through his and walk back to your friends, you couldn’t help but be giddy with happiness.
You were going out with the best, most gentle, most caring person you have ever known. But you now know that there is a beast within him. A beast that will do anything to protect you.
FIN.
Thanks for reading!! Hope you liked it.
Sorry if you think it is ooc for Asahi but I do think that, when it comes to it, he is the kind of person who would go to any lengths to protect the people he cares about. Case in point, when he used his looks to scare off two boys who were trying to hit on Kiyoko during the third years’ shrine visit (manga only scene).
I am kind of not really satisfied with this one but I also just spent more than half a day writing this so I didn’t want to ditch it halfway.
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She lives in daydreams with me
or alternatively, when jean and you visit Ikea
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pairing: jean x fem! reader
wc: 1.5k+
tags: fluff, modern! au, female reader, language, mentions of food.
a/n: I was inspired by this post, also I just like Ikea, I think Jean would to tbh. am i living out my own daydreams with Jean by writing this? potentially. i love him lol. Feedback and any criticism encouraged lmao.
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Your head tilted as you stared dead-on at the boy in front of you.
“Jean, what is that?”
“What are you talking about baby, this is a-” He squinted, looking at the tag, of what you assumed to be a night light?
“An-garna.” Jean looked back up at you, grinning widely.
You had come earlier to Ikea, needing to buy some storage baskets for your room, and yet here you were standing in a miniature model of a child’s room, staring at the six-foot three-man holding a children’s night light, that had...Was that panda face design on it?
“Jean, my love, my dear, we don’t have kids; why on Earth would I need a children’s night light?” The toothy grin quickly disappeared from his face, quickly replaced with a stern expression.
“Just because something is marketed towards children doesn’t mean adults can’t buy it, and anyways I was merely suggesting it, knowing how you can’t sleep after watching horror movies.” It’s more like when he can’t sleep after watching, but his ego would never let him admit that.
You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, “put it in the cart, Kirstein.” He flashed you a smile, coming over and placing a kiss on your cheek before mumbling a small thank you.
As much as you would act annoyed or unamused when it came to Jean’s antics, it was more or less a front. You loved it when he would let his guard down in public with you. He wasn’t always like this; the Jean you met years prior would be caught dead before expressing his affections in public. He would get easily flustered, blush to sport his face if anyone he knew saw him admiring and doting on his girlfriend. It wasn’t something that deeply upset you; in a way, you were able to keep a tiny part of Jean to yourself, the goofy, tender side of him that he only let out when he was with you. However, watching him become more confident in himself and expressing his love for you outranked any desires that you had to keep Jean bottled up for your gratification.
He walked in front, long legs carrying him practically miles in front of you until he turned a corner and found himself situated in a living-room model. You followed shortly after and saw that he was making himself comfortable on a charcoal-grey couch.
“Mm, come sit,” he patted gently on the cushion next to him, gesturing to you to join him on the sofa. You raised your eyebrows and let out a giggle, situating the cart near a side table before accompanying him.
“What do you wanna watch babe,” Jean tilted his head, signalling to the fake flat-screen in front of you. You thought about tormenting the boy; however, you opted to play along with him this time.
“Oooh, I don’t know, check if the new Grey’s episode is out.” He smiled at you, appreciating your willingness to get lost in this daydream with him. His smile quickly shifted into a mischievous grin as he poked your side.
“Heyyy, what the fuck was that for!” You recoiled, shrinking away from him, but before you could get far enough away from him, he pulled you back into his side. You tried squirming away from him, only for his grip on you to get stronger, and you were met with a chuckle—the noise reverberating around the tiny living room.
“Really? Greys? On a night like this?” You shifted your body, turning your head to look at the “window” covered with sheer beige curtains, overlaid with opaque maroon ones. Outside, or rather you should say the wall was painted white, so you began drumming up a scenario in your mind. That was tonight, a spring evening, stars visible in the night sky? Or a cold and snowy winter’s night? The purple tinge of the atmosphere apparent through the translucent curtains. Jean stared at you intently, wondering what you will come up with, his gaze shifting as the corners of your lips upturned; you had settled on an idea.
“Oooh yeah, it’s practically pitch black outside; I can only see the streetlights in the distance. We should really do something about that pesky tree, though. Its branches keep tapping on the window; it’s frankly quite annoying.” A rosy tinge was present on his cheeks, hazel eyes twinkling at you.
You placed a hand on his chest, your focus entirely on the love-struck boy in front of you, “You know what? We should totally watch a horror movie!” Just as you began to immerse yourself in the daydream, Jean shot up from the couch, leaving an indent where he was sitting behind.
“Alright, enough dilly-dallying, we should go home now.” He clapped his hands together, moving to grab the cart to leave the store display.
Dilly-dallying? Did he really just say dilly-dallying?
“What’s wrong, Jean-boy? This is our home! Oooh, don’t tell me you don’t wanna watch because you’re scared.” You fell back on the couch, beaming, elbows propping you up as you teased him.
“Am not. I just decided that I’m in the mood for cinnamon rolls and fro-yo.” He placed his elbow on the handles of the cart, head resting in the palm of his hand. He gave you an unimpressed look.
“Oh really? Who’s that night-light for again? I seem to have forgotten.” This time it was his turn to roll his eyes at you. Without saying anything, he placed his hands back on the cart’s handle and began to leave the “living room.”
You swung your legs over, a giggle leaving your mouth as you walked over to your boyfriend. You wrapped your arms around his middle, resting your cheek on him. “Babe, I was just joking; I didn’t mean to upset you,” you mumbled into him.
He let out a sigh and stopped in the middle of the aisle. You watched as he brought one of his hands down to grasp one of yours that had taken hold of his waist. Jean turned to face you, head tilting as a slight smirk overtook his face. “That’s what I was waiting to hear.” He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before turning around to continue rolling the cart forward to his destination.
His arm extended behind him, motioning to you to hold his hand. You obliged, your palm sliding in his, fingers curling around your knuckles as his. “Whatever,” you grumbled, choosing to turn your head to observe the variety of rugs that were hanging on display. He tugged at your hand, an amused expression painting his face.
“You want those cinnamon buns or not, pretty girl?” The pet name almost made you choke. He knew what it would do to you. He would use it sparsely, only to coax a reaction out of you, but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of letting him know the hold he had over you.
You whipped your head back to face him, confident to quip back at him, but it all melted when you saw the way he was looking at you; a lop-sided smirk, his tongue peeked out to wet his bottom lip before capturing it between his teeth. He raised his eyebrows, waiting for what you had to say.
“Yeah, I do.” You managed to slip a few words out. He had won this one, using his charms to debilitate any assuredness you had. He brought your linked hands up to his lips, tenderly kissing the back of your hand, humming in delight.
“You know, we should come here more often, live out our domestic daydreams together.” The smells of cinnamon buns were getting stronger as you walked on.
“Sure, but you could also just move in with me.”
The tips of his ears went red, and you paused, realizing what you just said, the weight of what you just said. You had thought about asking him to move in with you, but you didn’t mean for it to slip out in the middle of a random conversation; in Ikea nonetheless. “I- You don’t have to. I was just joking. I don’t know why I said that.”
Your voice dwindled to merely a whisper as you completed your sentence. Jean stopped the cart once more. “Yes. Yes, I’ll move in with you.” His expression was earnest as he looked at you, eyes glittering with adoration as he waited for your response.
“Whoa, whoa, hold your horses cowboy. We can talk about this after you get me those cinnamon buns you promised.” you wiped any sense of embarrassment from your face as you tried to suppress your laughter, which was caused by the zealousness your boyfriend had just shown.
However, there was no doubt that your heart did grow in fondness for Jean, and you were relieved that he wasn’t off-put by your haphazard confession. He was absolutely whipped for you, and you couldn’t deny that you were head over heels in love with him either. You desired to continue to share your life with him, and moving in together would be the next step in your relationship.
“Yes, Ma’am” His voice broke you out of your thoughts as he placed his hand to his forehead to salute you. You giggled at his actions.
“Lead the way, Kirstein.”
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The Best Things Dwell Out of Sight
Part 4 of The Best Things Dwell Out of Sight Series
Summary: You catch an accidental glimpse of the Mandalorian without his helmet, his instincts kick in. (4.4k words) link to read on ao3 here
Warnings: NSFW, Mando is kind of mean, the helmet is off but its still canon?, PIV sex, rough sex, he low-key kinda threatens the reader idk, spanking, soft ending to make up for whatever the fuck i just wrote <3
A/N: this series will be uploaded in a non-linear order! i realize that this way of doing things might not be everyone’s favourite so please let me know if you would like to be notified when all the parts are uploaded (linearly in my masterlist) <3
Perhaps swaddling the child to your chest on a desert planet was not the smartest idea. The heat was blistering, even though you wore less layers than usual. Just a tank top, some utility shorts and a blaster holstered to your thigh. And the baby of course, who had not stopped babbling since you left the ship, the only thing distracting you from this damned heat.
You could only imagine how Mando was feeling underneath all that beskar as he walked alongside you in silence, only stealing glances every now and then, as he usually did.
Even after travelling with them for half a cycle now, Mando still withheld so much from you.
Even after the two of you slept together for the first time, after some close call on some jungle planet, he still retreated into his usual silence.
But there were more gentle touches now, more lingering hands, more helmet tilts, but he still hadn’t let you in. You were okay with that, you knew that this was what he was used to, so you didn’t think too much about it.
You let him take what he needs without asking too many prying questions. If you were being honest, you liked the way he used you, you liked how he took it out on you, you liked how rough he got, how possessive, how starved he could be.
It had only amounted to a couple of times over the last month but… but you loved it. You looked forward to it, you thought about it, dreamt of… dreamt of him, of Mando, inside you, above you, under you-
Mando squeezed his large hand around your bicep, breaking you from your thoughts before nodding to you, then he departed. Off to meet with… whoever.
You stayed in the market and bought stuff for the ship.
Some new screws and bolts for parts that were missing or had to be fixed, food rations, dried meat, fruits that you knew Mando was fond of, some weird, shiny little trinkets the child seemed attracted to, and a new bar of soap. You had just finished the last one a few days prior.
After buying the necessities, you wandered around the little market with the child, bouncing him up and down against your chest and talking to him softly. He was very responsive today, not seeming too bothered by the heat thankfully.
But the sun was high in the sky, most likely at its peak, and it was unrelenting. The desert environment of the planet gave way to little shaded spots so you looked for water instead, finding a little mist station where children laughed and played. You ran through it a few times with the child, he screeched with joy.
On your last run through the mist, you caught sight of Mando approaching the two of you again.
That saunter… the way he walked was so intimidating, so sensual. You couldn’t help but let a shy smile stretch across your face at the people who cowered away in fear of the bounty hunter.
You made sure you had all your things in your sling, checking to see that the child hadn’t dropped his new toy and then you were off, heading back to the ship.
The walk felt longer now due to the long exposure you both had in the sun. Mando seemed to be trudging along just the same as you, profusely sweating and in desperate need for some water. And a shower.
Mando opened the hatch and you both stumbled inside, dropping your bags and untying the child from your chest where he had left a giant sweat stain from how tightly he had been pressed to you. Suddenly aware of how sweaty, sticky and disgusting you must seem, the only thing on your mind was a shower.
“I got you some Meiloorun, they seemed ripe.” You smiled at him as you gently placed the child on the floor of the Crest. He waddled towards his father, trying to show him his new toy.
“Thank you, that’s very kind.” He said in your direction, that deep modulated voice making you shiver. He seemed hesitant to look away, but picked up the child regardless, letting him show off his new shiny thing. Mando took it into his hands, playing with him, you smiled fondly.
“I’m going to go take a shower if that’s okay? To cool down a bit.” You’re not sure why you felt the need to ask his permission after all this time but you still felt the need sometimes. Maybe he would want help putting the stuff away that you had bought, maybe he wanted you to help with the child or something? You just couldn’t help the way your mind only fixated on the sweat and grime sticking to your flesh.
“Of course.” Mando nodded. You nodded back, turning on your heels to head into the ‘fresher just around the corner in the low cabin of the Crest.
You leave the door open, you think you don’t mind Mando seeing you if he decides to look or happens to catch a glimpse. Even though he’s never taken any of his armor off (besides his gloves) for you before, he’s seen every single inch of you.
You quickly peeled off your damp clothing, turning the water on and making sure it wasn’t too cold but cool enough to relax your heat exhausted body. You stepped in quickly, eager to cool yourself down.
You visibly relaxed as soon as the water hit your burning skin, your shoulders sagging, a sighing escaping your lips. You dug your fingers into your own flesh, trying to knead the tender muscles which strained under the weight of the child and the supplies. It wasn’t much but you still ached, the heat had definitely contributed to that.
Supplies… your new bar of soap! You had been excited to use it but completely forgot about it the second you returned to the ship, mind wiped blank by the desire to rid yourself of your dirty clothes.
Suddenly thankful you left the door to the refresher open, you stick your head out from behind the curtain and call for Mando, wondering if he could retrieve the sparkly blue soap bar for you.
Instead of being met with an empty doorway, you’re met with something else. And it’s as if the world moved around you in slow motion, your emotions moving over you like molasses.
First, confusion.
Hair. A head full of light brown, golden hair. It curled near the ends, into little wisps. It couldn’t be-
No. That couldn’t be Mando. It was as if your brain refused to acknowledge the shiny beskar that sat underneath that head of hair, refusing to realize it was the tin covered man you were looking at.
Second, curiosity.
Your eyes scanned over his head, taking in the way the bathroom light shined over his hair, making it reflect all different shades of brown and caramel.
It was now that you realized that his head was turning, that’s why the light was bouncing off it so dynamically.
His head continued to turn. An ear.
Third, shock.
It was only when you saw the sliver of skin, the shell of his ear, the inner workings of the intricate cartilage, and the profile of his supple cheekbone that you let out a startled, and perhaps unnecessary, shriek.
Your hands flew up to cover your eyes, to shield them from the forbidden view. You turned back into the shower, facing the wall, away from Mando.
He saw more of you than you had of him. He saw the way your chest heaved, the way the water flew off your body as you twirled to face the tiled wall of the shower, away from him. He watched the water hit your back-
You had seen him. Or at least, that’s what he thought.
He hated the way his instincts kicked in. He hated the way he was trained to kill whoever saw him, whoever looked, whoever dared unmask him.
Almost innately, his hand reached for the light switch, plunging the refresher into darkness as he stalked towards you, pressing his hand to your head and pinning you against the cool tile of the shower forcefully and efficiently.
Mando’s body followed suit, bringing both of you underneath the steady shower stream, pinning himself against your backside. The cold bite of his beskar in contrast to the cool water making you whimper, the force of his hand pressing your cheek into the wall made you see stars behind closed eyelids.
“What did you see?” He asked, voice gruff, strained, unmodulated.
Fuck.
Of all the months you had spent aboard the Razor Crest, living with him, fucking him, you had never heard his voice without the helmet, without some sort of barrier. You regret the way it made you moan, how easily he could make you melt.
“N-nothing, I didn’t-”
“What did you see?” He pressed onto your harder, with his hand and his body weight, pining you completely to the wall, making you at his mercy. You cry out at his cold touch, at his harshness. Mando had been frustrated, even angry, with you before but now… now he was about to truly end you.
But all you could think about was how beautiful his real voice sounded. It always sounded beautiful to you, from the moment you met him, it had made you weak, but this… this was unlike anything you could have imagined.
“Hair,” you cry, unsure if you were truly crying or if it was just water from the endless stream running above both of you now. “I s-saw your hair, your ear… I-I’m sorry-” You hiccup, trying to regain your breath and not inhale too much water as your chest heaved.
Without the helmet Mando was quickly realizing that he could genuinely hear you for the first time, your trembling voice ringing through his ears without being slightly distorted by the helmet’s filters. He could….
He could smell you too. The sweet scent of your skin, of your wet hair tangling in his fingers as he continued to hold you in between the tiles and his unforgiving beskar.
You… the sight of you pinned against him, your wet skin, water dripping down your flesh in rivulets, your whimpers, your cries, your tears, the way your eyes closed, the way you kept them closed even now, drowning in darkness, your cheek flush against the tile.
Completely at his mercy.
You weren’t even fighting him.
“Fuck.” He groaned, leaning his forehead against your temple. You whimpered at his sudden movement, so on edge.
You knew he was trained to kill. You knew what happened to people who even attempted to look at him. You had seen it, you had been there when it happened once, ignorant vendors trying to taunt him, trying to tease the Mandalorian. How stupid they were, now dead somewhere in a ditch. Would he do that to you? It would be so easy for him...
Mando wondered if you could see him in the darkness as well as he could see you. He knew you couldn’t, the lack of windows deprived the room of any light sources. Luckily, his eyes were trained and used to harsh environments, low visibility. Luckily, he could see you trembling against him.
He removed his hand from your head, sliding both of his hands now to hold your hips, digging his blunt nails into the flesh, leaving crescent moon-shaped indents behind. You yelped at the sting but didn’t pull away. You liked it.
“I’m sorry-”
“Stop talking.” He growled and you bit your lip, unaware that you had opened your eyes due to the deep, dark abyss you had been plunged into.
You could truly not see a thing. All your senses became focused on the way Mando touched you, the way he’s wedged you between the wall and himself, the death grip he had on your hips, the way his breaths came out quickly and evenly onto your cheek. He was breathing almost as hard as you were.
He nudged his nose onto your cheek and you nudge your cheek back onto him, trying to remind him that it was just you, that you’re not a threat, it’s just you, it’s just you, it’s just you.
This is The Way. This is The Way… This is The Way… This… is-
Fuck. You were distracting him. Your little whimpers, the way you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. So willing, you were always so willing for him. So fucking easy and it drove him crazy.
His skin… it felt so good against yours. You had only felt the rough, rarely tender caress of his rough palms. Never of his face, his lips, his nose… You felt like you were being driven insane, you couldn't believe how close his unmasked face was to yours.
You could kiss him…
Mando continued to rub his nose against you, suddenly so lost in the feel of your skin against his. No one had ever been so close to him, so invasively close, breathing in and breathing out the same air, sharing. Feeling your eyelashes flutter against his own, your lips, open panting, swollen and pliant and inviting. He could… he could-
“Mando-”
You’re cut off by his hand suddenly slithering down your body and cupping your cunt. You gasp, unable to help the way your hips involuntarily rock into his hand, into his own hips as well, feeling a growing hardness between his legs.
You were hot, so, so hot down between your thighs. Slippery too, and Mando knew it wasn’t just the water. It was thick, sticking to his fingers, practically begging for him. Mando groaned against your open lips, both of you panting into each other’s open mouths.
“You... you fucking like this, don’t you?” He rasped, biting onto the side of your bottom lip. You whimpered, hips bucking into his hand again. What were you supposed to say? How were you to answer that?
Yes Mando, I like how fucking intimidating you are.
Yes Mando, I like how much bigger you are than me, how easy it would be for you to snap me like a twig.
Yes Mando, I like when you’re rough with me, I get off on it, I crave it, I-
“Fucking answer me.” Mando growls, latching his teeth onto your earlobe now. His hand continued to cup your sex, not truly going anywhere near where you needed him. You still couldn’t fucking comprehend that he was without his helmet, his face right next to yours…
“Yes!” You squeaked as his fingers brushed along the inside of your folds, parting you, dragging his fingers along the length of you, slipping through your sweet cyprine. You let out an unholy moan, so ashamed at how easy you were for him.
Mando kisses your ear, trails his tongue down your neck, collecting the water that pebbles down your flesh as if it were syrup.
This… is, The Way. This is- The Way-
His fingers brush up against your clit accidentally and you buck into him again, desperate for any sort of friction, any sort of attention he could give you.
Mando was trying to calm himself down. He had just been on the brink of snapping your neck and now he was overcome with lust, the desire to fuck you, stuff you full of his cock. The two extremes were dizzying, he felt drunk off of some fancy and expensive cider from some far off planet in The Core. But he supposes that’s just what you did to him.
Before he even realizes it, he’s unzipping his pants, letting the top fall undone and pulling his cock out, letting it rest against your backside. You bite your lip, trying to turn your head to look towards him but your eyes are unable to adjust, you feel as though you can see the outline of his face but… but you’re sure it’s an illusion of the dark.
“Please, Mando-” You weren’t one to beg, Mando wasn’t one to make you beg because he was always as desperate, always as pent up, touch-starved, hungry as you were.
When you two fucked it was never slow, never drawn out, never languid, luxurious. No, it was rough, mean, volatile, desperate and just fucking needy. You needed each other, and Mando fucked you like it would always be the last time, every time. Like he would never have you again, like he would never split you open again.
Mando shoves his entire length into you in one hard thrust, knocking the wind out of you from how deep he reaches so easily at this angle. He rests for a moment, savouring the way your pussy flutters and clenches around him from the sudden intrusion, trying to adjust to his substantial length.
His head pressed right up against yours, he can hear all the pretty sounds you're making, even over the loud patter of water against his beskar which begins to weigh him down from how soaking wet it's getting.
But Mando doesn’t care, he can’t, not when you’re whimpering for him in that pretty way you do, not when you clench so tight around him that he feels like he could cum without even having moved. You beg, you beg and beg and beg for him to move but he just closes his eyes and feels you pulse, hot and tight and snug around him with that perfect little cunt of yours.
You hadn’t seen him, he thinks to himself. You hadn’t actually seen him, he’s okay, it’s just you, it’s just you, it’s just you.
You.
Quivering at the end of his cock, moaning, grasping at the tiles, trying to find purchase on something, taking him all the way in like you always do, like a good fucking girl.
He hadn’t even realized that he had started thrusting, in and out with reckless abandon, bottoming out every single time before pounding back into you, making you whimper and cry.
“W-what’s my name?” He asks suddenly, pulling you from floating away towards whatever astral plane you were near close to ascending too, the one his thrusts were pushing you towards as he rearranged you from the inside out.
You had to think, you had to think of his name because your find was blank, he was fucking you dumb.
“Mando.” You whimper, closing your eyes and letting your head rest against the cold tiles, keeping your head turned so that he could keep his face pressed into your cheek, nose nudging yours, lips brushing but not kissing.
“No… what’s my fucking name?” He grits from behind clenched teeth, punctuating his words between harsh, unforgiving thrusts. You hiccup, unable to swallow down air properly as he fucks you into the wall.
His name?
What did he-
Oh.
His name. Mando had never told you his name, his actual name.
Was this a test? You shook your head ‘no’ as his arms wrapped around you, locking you in place as his ungloved hands came to grope at your breasts, using your own body as leverage to fuck into you harder. You let out a wanton moan, throwing your head back, letting it rest on his beskar covered shoulder. You turned your head and let your lips brush against his cheek but he turned his head too, lips brushing against his own and you both gasped and whimpered in unison. He seemed insistent on not kissing you, so you just went along with it, all your wits being literally fucked out of you.
“I-I don’t know.” You finally answered, your voice coming out small, between laboured breaths.
You didn’t know him, he thought. He still had something of his identity held in privacy, you didn’t know him, you didn’t know him.
“You don’t- you don’t know me,” He begins to say and it makes you cry, you cry against his mouth, your body shaking, bouncing against his, water beating down on both of you. “B-but you still let me fuck you like this, don’t you sweet girl?”
You scream. You scream when his hand lets go of your left breast only to come back down onto it, slapping the underside of the supple flesh. You wail and cry and moan the only name he’s ever told you.
Mando, Mando, Mando, Mando, Mando, Mando.
He grabs your jaw in one of his strong hands, angling your face towards his, a sight unseen.
“Answer me when I speak to you, cyar’ika.” He says forcefully, regardless of the nickname.
“Y-yes.” You choke out, trying to nod your head in his tight hold but you barely can. You were right on the brink, you felt as if he were to say one more thing in that deep, rough voice of his you would cum.
“Yes, what?” He grits, fucking your harder, moving his hand down to your neck and pushing you back against the cold tiles, making you yelp and cry for him, at the cool bite of ceramic materials.
“It’s c-cold, Mando.” You whine. He slaps your ass, his hand cracking down on your flesh, no doubt leaving a mark to find again tomorrow. You squeeze your eyes shut, bordering on overstimulation from his cock, his slaps, the water turning colder.
The ship never had a great water supply.
“Answer me.” He fucks you harder, faster, deeper, un-preciously and slaps your ass again, the other cheek this time.
“Y-yes! Yes I..I still l-let you… let you fuck me like this!” You cry and shake against the tile.
Mando’s arms quickly wrap around like they had before, hauling you back into his body. He snakes his hand down and rubs against your clit in fast, precise motions.
Almost instantaneously, your mind goes blank, your eyes roll into the back of your head. One of his arms wraps across your front, against your chest, holding your shoulder in a death grip, his other hand still working on your clit, his thrusts unrelenting as you cum and cum and cum around his thick cock.
“That’s it. That’s it... Good f-fucking girl.” He rasps, holding you tightly, thrusting a few more times before he empties himself inside you with a growl, painting your walls with him, branding you, owning you.
You moan at the sensation, the way his hot cum fills you to the brim before leaking out, back onto his cock and down the backs of your thighs. You both pant, your chest heaving in time with his as he fucks it back into you as deep as it’ll go, stuffing you so, so full of him.
You keep your eyes closed, afraid of opening them, afraid he can see you even in this darkness. Even though you know he can.
Mando stays inside you until he’s softened, relishing in the way your pussy trembles around his girth, sucking him in as deep as you can for as long as possible.
When he eventually does pull out with a low growl, you hear him twist the knobs of the shower, the water suddenly becoming warmer, heating your now freezing skin. All these temperature changes were making you feel light-headed, the rough fuck you just got from Mando not helping your case either.
“Wha-”
“Stay here, warm up.” Mando cuts you off, you hear him step out of the shower.
A series of loud bangs resonate throughout the refresher, making you jump. Only one thing could be that loud. Is he… removing his beskar?
“Mando-”
“You’re always so cold when we’re travelling… can’t believe you were taking a cold shower.” He mumbles to himself, you can imagine him shaking his head. You’re stunned honestly, at how much he’s talking, especially without the helmet, that fact alone still lost on you. His voice was so beautiful, you had thought it to yourself about a hundred times now since you first realized he took the helmet off.
You stand under the warm stream, your quaking shivers slowly dissipating. You feel his presence enter the shower again, this time you can clearly feel his body heat, more flesh. He’s naked.
Mando is standing naked with you in the shower.
You involuntarily step away from him but he catches you, his hand landing on your waist, his hand softly grasping the flesh there. Such a stark contrast to the way he just fucked you into oblivion.
He’s naked.
This man had never removed anything besides his gloves. Even when he fucked you, the armor stayed on. You’re not sure if it was an issue of trust or due to his boundaries or his Creed. But considering he almost just killed you for accidentally seeing his ear and cheek, and was now standing naked with you in the dark… well, maybe it was a bit of both. You were having trouble wrapping your head around all of this, nothing was making sense to you.
The hand on your waist pulls you closer to him, your chests and bellies bump together and you gasp. Mando is firm, you knew this but… but to actually feel him against you, well, you could cry about it honestly.
You felt uncertain about what to do with your hands, unsure if you were allowed to touch him but you tentatively lifted them to his chest anyways, letting them rest against his solid pecs. His skin was soft despite the random series of raised flesh that seemed to brand him, his scars. You don’t think you ever wanted to see someone’s scars, someone’s skin as badly as you do now. But you would right out ask for it, you couldn’t.
You felt Mando lift something to your skin, it was smooth as it glided along your arm, your shoulders, across your back. A fruity, earthy scent filled your nose.
Your bar of soap.
He must have grabbed it before he took off his beskar. You lean into him unknowingly, the hand at your waist moving to hold you against him more easily as he washed you. You let your face rest against his chest, the little spot where his throat meets his collarbones. He smelled like sweat, grime, gun powder, he smelled like Mando.
You pressed your lips to the skin, the skin you knew was tanned and rugged, worn down, tired, in need of more kisses than he would let you give.
At the gentle press of your lips, that’s when Mando speaks again. It’s so hushed amongst the falling water, you almost miss it, but the few words don’t fall deaf to your ears, you hear every letter, every syllable.
“My name...” You look up to where his face would be, trying to imagine what expression he wears as he speaks to you in the dark. Your forehead not too far from his lips, you can almost feel the ghost of them on your flesh.
“My name is Din.”
#the mandalorian#the mandalorian x reader#reader insert#din djarin#the mandalorian smut#din djarin smut#the mandalorian imagine#din djarin imagine#my writing#din djarin x reader#din djarin x you#the mandalorian x you
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It's B from @bang-tan-bitches and I would like to request a yandere fic. It can be BTS OT7 x reader or BTS member of your choice x reader. Similar to your amazing isekai story i would like something similar(a long one shot or a multi-chapter, your choice). Whether YN transmigrates to a game or a novel (not as a villain but maybe as a cannon fodder side character that has little importance to the story and just wants to lay low) but YN captures the attention of the love interest(s) and shit starts getting weird, intense, uncomfortable. Maybe it causes the supposed female lead to turn into the villain, maybe it causes the love interest(s) to turn into the villain(s). Maybe YN realizes that something is wrong with the story/game but can't figure it out. Idk. Time period doesn't matter. Modern. Ancient. Fairytale. Fantasy. Whatever.
If you can do this great! If you can't or don't want to, that's okay too. You're an amazing writer with so much talent and I'm really appreciative of all your work. Thank you for taking requests from your fans, I'm sure you've received a lot.
Take care! 😘💜💜💜
at the start of the pandemic, I was getting back into manga and manhwa and then after a few months, I dawdled off but recently, I’ve been getting back into it again haha so this request came at a pretty good time. Hopefully you won’t mind that I’ve taken some creative liberties with this request lol I think it’s more fun if I keep readers on their toes, including the requester.
On another note, I really shouldn’t be writing all my isekai’s with Taehyung as the main lead but he’s just so fitting asdfghjkl
↳ The Fox Bride
2.6k || 99% Light Fluff, 1% Angst || Kim Taehyung || Isekai!AU, Slight Yandere!AU, Nine-Tailed Fox!Taehyung
You are a tutorial character.
But you weren’t always. You still remember being a career woman in the twenty-first century, struggling with overtime and paying bills while trying to keep yourself fed. The success of that ranged from month to month. But more importantly, you still remember that night too.
It was rainy. Your car blew a flat tire. You pulled to the side of the highway and got out.
The last thing that registered was the deafening honk of the semi-truck.
Then you felt yourself flying upwards.
But when you landed, instead of colliding with the concrete and dying upon impact, you fell back onto your ass in the middle of a market on a dirt road. Transported back a thousand years ago.
Your purpose was fulfilled in the next two minutes.
“Are you alright?”
The male protagonist had stretched out his hand and helped you up. The hero. The main character. It was obvious with his bright red hair, shining eyes and bronze armour. He was so starkly different from the rest who were gray and drab, including you who was suddenly in a brown shapeless dress. He was practically a neon billboard in the middle of a graveyard.
“Are you Y/N?”
You looked at him, befuddled that he knew your name. But before you could even respond or provide a line of dialogue, he said, “This is a delivery from Baker Jeon. He gives you his thanks.”
The protagonists handed you a loaf of bread. Undoubtedly his first ever quest.
You looked down, not sure what to do with it.
“Do you know where the blacksmith is?”
You had absolutely no clue. But there was the deafening noise of hammering steel literally ten steps away. You would have to be blind not to see the gruff man shaping a sword at an anvil right on the road and deaf not to hear it. As if that wasn’t enough, the literal sign of the shop read: ‘the blacksmith’.
So you pointed.
“Thanks.” And he trudged off.
You were utterly confused until a background character who said they knew you waved you over. You shared your bread with her, brushed aside when she asked you what was wrong, and you followed her as she walked up to your supposed cottage.
All the while, you saw yourself in the background of the hero’s main quest as he ran through the town.
And that was that.
It wasn’t so hard to figure out where you were or what the hell this was when you put your mind to it. Without much of a job or a family, and no technology but the candle that you had to conserve when night fell, there was ample time.
So you spent it thinking and you eventually solved the mystery.
You were in Beast Boys Harem: A Forbidden Embrace. AKA. a dumb yaoi otome game app that you downloaded on your phone when you were sixteen and bored. You remember because you were too cheap to buy the routes, so you played the tutorial, prologue and read the summaries of the routes online. Now you regret that you didn’t just fork over the goddamn five dollars.
Even more than that, you regret that you even downloaded the game in the first place.
But at least you’re just a tutorial character. You’re free from the storyline and the plot—
That’s what you thought.
Turns out living a thousand years in the past in a fantasy realm as a woman didn’t bode well. It was probably no different from how it would’ve been like in the medieval ages. You had no trade skills. No one was willing to accept you as an apprentice when you were a woman. You found that you were essentially illiterate with a reading level of a preschooler, no one was willing to teach you, and you had no power or wealth when you were without a father or a husband.
And you’re certain what the landlord and tax-collectors are doing is illegal.
But in this world, in this unjust realm, there is no such thing as the law.
“We know you’re in there!”
You jolt from the heavy pounding on the frail wooden door.
“It’s time to pay up!”
Your hands tremble as you set the candle down that’s still billowing of smoke, the flame smothered out mere seconds ago. As much as you want to hide and pull the blanket over your head, you know that door won’t last. They’ll find you if you’re trapped in here.
“If you can’t, spread those legs of yours!” a low voice spits and there’s chortling from the men.
Someone adds, “Sell your body already!”
“Open up! Damn whore!”
Without a single possession but the white nightgown clad on your body, you open the latch of the back window. You cringe at the squeak, trying to keep your movements quiet before the door gives way.
You hoist yourself up onto the window ledge. The door bends with the strength of multiple clenched fists against it. Your feet touch the soft grass outside your cottage. The men shout.
And the door finally slams against the wall, hinges broken.
But by then, you’ve slipped into the shadows.
“Where is she?!”
The blanket is ripped off the bed, curtains are whipped back, every drawer dumped onto the ground and cupboards yanked open. The floor shakes with the weight of their boots and you press your palm to your mouth to silence your panting breaths, slowly stepping away.
“That damn whore slipped through us—!”
But as your shitty luck would have it, a sudden crack has the whole world coming to a standstill.
Shit. You look down at your feet, realizing that the snapping noise came from you stepping on a twig. And it’s exposed your hiding place.
“There she is!” — “Out the back window!”
You grab fistfuls of your dress and bolt.
“Get her!”
With your cottage on the edge of town, there’s nowhere to run but through the dense woods. It’s shrouded in the darkness, no doubt filled with wild beasts creeping through the thicket. The rustling canopy of the trees doesn’t allow the dim, waning moonlight to illuminate your path.
So you’re left blind. Struggling up the high incline of the forest, feet slipping on dirt and mud. But you keep sprinting with all your might, even when the pointed, coiling branches scrape at your calves until blood sheds and the hem of your dress tears in the underbrush.
“Run, little rabbit!” one of them mocks, “Run!”
The four men continue to give chase, gripping onto their roaring torches, shrieking and howling after you. One of them is manically laughing as if your efforts to flee only adds to the thrill. Their greased hands reach out to snatch you, but the tips of their fingers graze the ends of your hair.
Your teeth are sunk into the bottom of your lip, sobs breaking through your aching chest. Your lungs burn, dying for a break or moment of relief. But you don’t relent and luckily, you manage to build distance between you and the men. Only, that luck comes crashing down by a fucking hole.
A hole in the forest floor that you don’t see. That has your footing all wrong. That makes you scream and fall.
You twist your ankle in a direction it’s definitely not supposed to be in and cry from pain.
A second later, you force yourself to get up and keep running with tears flooding your eyes and dripping down your cheeks. But it’s more like limping than running, akin to hobbling on one leg and every movement has pain shooting from your swelling ankle.
The effort becomes futile. They surround you within minutes.
“All finished?” The tax-collector’s head cocks with a spreading grin. “You’re not going to keep running?”
Why couldn’t you just fucking die the first time?! Even if it was an awful death where you didn’t have time to prepare yourself or say goodbye to anyone, at least it would’ve been the end. At least you wouldn’t have to suffer.
But there’s no time to grieve. Or hate the new life you’ve been given. This is it. You have to keep going. You have to survive. By any means. You’re about to pick up a branch and uselessly wave it around at them, shout at them to stand back. Anything that you could do to save yourself—
“Who dares come onto my mountain?!”
There’s a deep timbre behind you. A husky voice that quivers the very core of the forest.
As if the wind has swept through, the trees and thicket rustle and it goes silent.
The men fall back onto their asses, some torches clattering to the ground. Their eyes have grown double in size, nearly falling from their sockets and their jaws have dropped to the dirt.
“I-It’s the nine-tailed fox!”
The man scrambles back.
“Demon!”
Another barely manages to get onto his feet. He turns around and lurches away while shrieking.
They all run. Scattering away as frantically as cockroaches when the light is flickered on.
From your spot on the ground, you turn around with wide eyes.
Amber irises meet your gawking and they practically glow in the darkness of the forest. He is dressed in a loose, white robe that’s draped over his frame, open to the middle of his chest. And over his honey hair, on the top of his head, his pointed golden ears twitch. By the torch fire still yet to die out, he is illuminated and his shadow is casted on the ground. The blazing flame warms his cold, sharp features.
He is the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. In both worlds you’ve lived in.
And you know who he is.
Taehyung. One of the love interests of the hero. A seductive, sly creature that eventually coaxes the hero into selling him his soul to grant one of his wishes. But Taehyung grows to become an obsessed character that wants to do nothing but monopolize and possess the hero for himself.
That same Taehyung approaches you with his lip curled as you teeter to your feet.
“Run away, girl.” He leans close. “Before I eat you.”
“Stop!”
On sheer instinct and adrenaline, you push him back. Your palm shoves against his firm chest.
Taehyung stumbles back with his eyes becoming rounded. He looks down to where you had made contact against his body. “Did...you just touch me?”
“What?”
Taehyung’s head darts upwards and he captures your wrist in his hand, squeezing tightly. He tugs you in and on your swollen ankle, you stumble into him. Bodies flush against one another. Your face pressed to his warm chest. His arm coming around your waist to break your fall.
He is aghast.
“You’re not from this world.” Taehyung’s yellow eyes swirl as they gaze into you. “Where did you come from?”
…
It’s been three days.
“Wed me,” he begs for the seventy sixth time.
You don’t know why you’re keeping a count.
“No.”
You’re hugging your knees for warmth. The rice paper-paneled doors are slid open and letting in the chilly air. He doesn’t seem to be affected by the cold, but you don’t look at him for long.
You turn into the corner of his home while sitting on the tatami floors as if you’re putting yourself into time out. But you’d like to say it’s your privacy corner. It’s as private as this abode, which was basically one room, could get.
Taehyung sighs in frustration, placing his hand on his forehead. His teeth grit. “You’re only making this harder for yourself.” Your silence angers him more. “You can never leave.”
You turn over your shoulder to glare. “Even if I married you, you’d never let me leave anyway.”
Taehyung narrows his eyes on you and then smirks. “You’re right. Wed or unwed, I won’t let you out of my sight. You should feel grateful, girl. You’re the best human I’ve ever treated.”
You quietly scoff.
Maybe you should feel scared. Maybe you should tread more lightly. After all, he’s not a character to be trifled with.
But you know he needs you. That alone gives you power.
As a beast, Taehyung’s been trapped on this mountain by priests for centuries. The only way he can be free is by feeding off of sexual energy and breaking the barrier. But of course, they also cursed him to be unable to touch any woman in this universe.
You aren’t from this universe.
You jolt when you realize that while you were lost in thought, Taehyung’s crawled closer. He has a foxy smile, amber eyes searching your expression. “Maybe….maybe I’ll grant you a bit of freedom if you would just give into the temptation and let me have a taste of you.”
As cold as he looks, he is beautiful. He is mischievous when he smirks and sly when he speaks. You are utterly spellbound as you look into his irises. And the temptation he speaks of flickers in the warmth of your belly.
But you turn away.
“I already said we only do that kind of thing after marriage. And I will only marry someone I love.”
Taehyung draws back with an unamused scoff. “What a prudish world you’re from.”
He wanted you the moment you were brought to this house. With the intensity of his stare and your captivated state, you had let him pin you to his floor and you liked it. But then clarity came and you blurted that such an act only happens after marriage. A lie just to buy time.
You didn’t expect for the hero to arrive at Taehyung’s house the next day. With his red hair and bronze armour, he had gotten lost in the forest and knocked on the door. Before you could limp over and answer it, Taehyung jumped off the roof and confronted him.
The guy was thrown off the mountain within five minutes.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. They were supposed to have a steamy rendezvous. Taehyung was supposed to get the sexual energy from him!
The story was going off the rails. And you’re not sure what you’re even buying time for anymore.
The both of you know it’s only a matter of time before you break and succumb to his mesmerizing seduction.
Taehyung is cruel, ruthless, obsessive.
But what’s the most bewitching thing about him is the jarring contrast of when he’s clumsy and nurturing. It’s what he regards as his own weakness. What he hides from others. But you felt your heart waver two nights ago when you were shaken awake in the middle of twilight. When you peeked open your eye to see him gingerly wrapping your swollen ankle with bandages.
He looked beautiful in the pale moonlight, ears, tails, sharp features softened—
“Ow!” You wince as he squeezes your ankle, right on your injury.
“You think too much in your head,” he says and looks at you. “What’s wrong?”
“It hurts.”
A sadistic smile tugs on Taehyung’s lips. He lets go, but only to lift your chin with his fingers. His plush lips are inches away, his breath warm on your skin and he gazes deep into you. “I won’t let you return to your world. I won’t let you run away. I won’t let anyone harm you.”
“You’re mine now.” Taehyung swears, “You’ll fall in love with me eventually.”
You gulp and he smirks.
The two of you know it’s only a matter of time.
#bts fanfic#bts scenario#taehyung fanfic#taehyung scenario#taehyung fluff#bts fluff#taehyung reader insert#taehyung x reader#taehyung fanfiction#LET'S GOOOO
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[ATEEZ] as University Students
a/n: I love college AUs but I'm British so I thought I'd chip in w some painfully British uni lad ateez
Hongjoong
Besties w his tutor
Got his life down on lock
One of those ppl that are always on top of their work, have acc done the reading and gets good grades but is still rlly cool and has a social life ygm
But thats only bc he lives in the library
Has a designated seat and there's an unspoken rule amongst the students that that's HIS spot, nobody sits in it
Often seen napping at said library spot
So well dressed. He’s one of those students that always catches your eye around campus or lecture halls
Bc he’s just so well dressed for a uni student running on 0 hours sleep and red bull
Probs studies smth like joint honours music and philosophy
Also Vice President of smth like filmsoc
Friends with the baristas at Starbucks bc he’s just in there for caffeine all the time
We all aspire to be like student hj, just more sleep pls
Seonghwa
Voted most eligible bachelor amongst students
Famous around campus just for being so pretty
He’s one of those ppl you see on like the first day of uni and it’s an instant crush
But you’ll never be able to do anything abt it you just have to admire from the other side of the lecture hall
Actually speaks up in seminars bc he’s done the reading sat next to hongjoong in the library
He looks like he’d play tennis for uni and varsity tickets would sell like crazy bc so many ppl have crushes on that man
He’d bring his lil meal prep packed lunches to uni lol what a little sweetheart
Been pictured in the uni prospectus at least once
Hongjoong makes him go w him to freshers fair for his society to use as bait so he stands there handing out leaflets for a soc he’s not even part of
Yunho
Doesn’t know what’s going on half the time he’s just happy to be there
This is v evident in lectures. Professor could be going on and on in a stats class and he’ll just sit there smiling
His gaming setup takes up most of his room and is also where most of his money goes
Texts u at 4am like hey u wanna get pizza
And you know he’s up at that time bc he’s been gaming all night
Still gets good grades despite the fact that all he does is game?
You ask him how he does it and he’s just like idk?
You are perplexed.
All soft in cute jumpers and hoodies but one day you’ll see him suited up at a formal and wow heart eyes
Super fun at parties too, have u seen that man dance?
You have multiple videos of him twerking
Yeosang
That mysterious boy at the back of class that doesn’t speak a lot but whenever he does its always smth smart af
Types really loud on his macbook
Looks like he doesn’t have any friends
But outside of lectures he’s always w friends that look equally as mysterious and cool
No one on your course knows anything abt him
But you see him at a house party once and he’s just stuffing his face w food having a great time
Feel like his alcohol tolerance is super low
Two shots and he’s out cold
And then you’ll see him again at some niche soc social like basket weaving or smth
Works part time at a cool clothing store like allsaints or cos
Chicken shop connoisseur, knows the best places in town
San
Actually studies rlly hard, i can tell he always gives 110% on whatever he’s set his mind to
Soft student always in oversized hoodies, spinning pens, v enthusiastic and pays attention in lectures
But when hes w wooyoung oh man
The enabler, 110% attitude towards drinking too
Pours drinks w 80% alc 20% mixer
“my mother didn’t raise a quitter”
Type to sprint home from the club bc he doesnt wanna waste money on uber
Will make animal friends otw and bring them home
You wake up and come downstairs the next morning and theres just a pigeon in your living room
On the athletics team which is why he may find it instinctive to run home when he’s drunk
San would like for there to be a greggs on campus
Mingi
ALWAYS napping in lectures, seminars, during lunch, in the library, u name it
Knows the best spots for it tho.
You didn’t know there was a secluded spot w bean bags under the stairs at the back of the library until mingi told you
Never missed 9am lectures but will nap through them instead
Gets freshers flu every year and the cough lasts for months
You hear someone cough in the room over and ur like oh, well there’s Mingi
Gives you the best advice at 4am in the library
Also best cuddles
Studies smth like aerospace engineering but regrets it bc he didn’t know what he was getting himself into
Considers dropping out every exam season but always pulls through w good grades?
Wooyoung
Bnoc thats all i have to say
Has like 4k followers on ig
Always running around campus for no reason
Woo and san together at parties u know its going to be buck fckin wild
Always got ppl swooning over him but he just wants to have fun!
No time for relationships! Only alcohol!
When he studies tho? £3 meal deal and writes 2 sentences kind of guy
Business management OR marketing student I can feel it in my bones
The type to tell u funny stories in a silent library and it takes everything in u to stop laughing
Ppl will look over at you two and youre just holding your breaths on the verge of exploding
Security will kick u out at one point
Tight w the local kebab shop bossman
Jongho
Brings everything in a backpack to uni like a year 7
Need a hole punch? Ask jongho. Painkillers? Jongho. Assortment of multi coloured pens? Jongho
Writes the best notes
They're all colour coordinated in different folders for different modules
All the office ladies dote on him bc he’s so sweet
They all offer him tea and biscuits
Youngest but is the voice of reason in the group
Wy will be like do u wanna get drunk in the library
And jongho is like bro ur deadline is tomorrow are u ok
The type to be filming all the other guys when theyre up to some questionable stuff for the memories
Feel like he’d be on committee for whatever course he’s studying
I get pharmacy vibes from this boy
Got job offers lined up for when he graduates
#i’m not sure why there are random spaces between the bullets someone help me pls#ateez#ateez headcanons#ateez college au#college!ateez#ateez university#ateez imagines#ateez scenarios#ateez reactions#ateez fluff#ateez fanfic#ateez fic#ateez fanfiction#ateez hongjoong#ateez seonghwa#ateez yunho#ateez yeonsang#ateez san#ateez mingi#ateez wooyoung#ateez jongho#ateez oneshot#hongjoong#seonghwa#yunho#yeosang#san#mingi#wooyoung#jongho
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These are my... 2...? Maybe 50, cents about the whole "freejk" thing. I'm gonna be extremely petty and at some points a whole lot sarcastic and it's gonna be long but I had to say it. As soon as I get my computer I'm gonna make it under read more, but the app does whatever it wants, as we know.
Listen, this ain't my first fan rodeo, and not even the first fan rodeo where I've been directly or indirectly accused of being some sort of pervert or delulu. I've been in fandom spaces since I was a teen, I was shipping mlm couples when queerbaiting in TV shows was still something that was seen as the norm rather than some cheap disgusting trick. I was there when fanfic spaces saw "slash" fics as something "different" and to be tagged with a more mature rating even when they just looked at each other.
I was in BBC's Sherlock's fandom and I shipped Johnlock during the hiatus between S3 and S4, at this point I'm not even feeling it when people call me delulu or a weirdo.
So, yeah, take this with a grain of salt: as a person who has seen thousands of times fandom drama unfolding and has lived too much of it... This whole situation is so ridiculous it makes me laugh. Like, yeah, it's maddening how people will blame anyone and everyone because they don't even see their own bias and homophobia, granted, but like... It also makes me laugh for the sheer dumbassery of the reasoning behind it all?
Like... Y'all are getting mad and for what? Because it sure as hell isn't the invasion of privacy, since y'all are watching the same content we're all watching and you're paying to see it the same way everyone else is. If you don't want to "invade their privacy", you should just... Stop watching content that isn't their music videos, RUN episodes or interviews. Memories and any kind of dvd/video that shows what they're doing behind the scenes shouldn't be part of their job as musicians, and therefore we're intruding in their privacy... Or aren't we?
Or maybe it's more nuanced than that: maybe the content they release on dvd/on their official channels is part of their job as entertainers, and it's been approved, and it's a small window THEY are granting us.
You know what's the REAL invasion of privacy and what REALLY invalidates someone autonomy? When you, who maybe aren't even paying to see that content (which is something I understand, like, dude, I'm not covered in money either), DEMAND what kind of behind the scenes content you want when I swear ABSOLUTELY NO ONE has asked you. Once again: you don't like it? You think it's some huge invasion of privacy? Don't buy it. Don't interact with it. Convince your friends to do the same. For all I care, just go and petition to boycott this kind of content. I know you won't do it, because... That's the thing, isn't it? It's not the invasion of privacy that bothers these people.
Y'all aren't mad because we get into their business or else you would have gotten real mad when we were privy to REAL private moments like people crying their hearts out.
No, no. Y'all are mad because it's "shipping content" and "fanservice" which apparently bothers you because it lacks authenticity.
Pick a side, lovelies: either you DON'T want to invade their privacy, and thus all the content they release should be focused on what fans want to see, or you WANT to know how they interact TRULY in private.
And here's the catch: "shipping content" can be anything. Shipping existed WAAAAAYYY before the word for it was invented, same way with fanfictions. Shipping means, literally, "seeing two (or more) people interact and thinking they would make a good romantic pair". That's it. That's quite literally it. Everything else is just some nuance of the concept of shipping, but at its core, it's nearly impossible to ban all shipping content when it's a group of seven people, because they should for real go in social distancing mode to do so. Most people who have parasocial relationships tend to have "ships" whether they know it or not, because we've all, at least once, looked at a dynamic from the outside and thought "oh man they look cute together". So, even if, o dear ones, your wishes were granted... What the hell do you mean by "shipping" content? Should they just film solo clips, avoiding talking about the other members? But wouldn't that be fanservice, since it's focused on pleasing the fans? (Which, ultimately, is what fanservice MEANS, and I hate to break it to y'all but the whole concept behind entertainment and thus all the content BTS releases it's... For the fans. Like, they're not going out of their way to just meet our expectations but they're certainly doing fanservice by the mere act of releasing bonus content.)
But it's not even quite that, is it? Because no one bats an eye if it's Tae kissing Nj's cheek. I've seen no hashtag against everyone - and I mean literally every one of them - wolf whistling at Nj. It's okay to show intimacy... Because they're bandmates and it's okay to be close to someone who you see basically 24/7, I hear you. And it's also okay when people see that and gush over that closeness, because it's such a nice thing to see.
Soooooo... We've got to free JK from whom exactly? From what?
Are y'all mad cause people pointed out there's very little way a bruise that stayed for a whole ass night could be a quick bite? Because that doesn't harm jk, at most makes fun of him and jimin and their poor excuses (seriously, guys, next time consider using mosquitoes or "I was doing stuff". It'll be equally embarrassing but at least the meme will be funny), and it's literally... A fair observation. Like. It's a hickey, people are gonna make jokes about seeing a hickey and poor excuses of covering it up in the exact same way they're gonna make jokes over jimin falling out of chairs. And yeah, a hickey is AT LEAST something that happens in a sensual context. Like, I could understand "people who are extremely familiar with each other will have different body language/touch in areas where usually you wouldn't see friends touching each other", but that's not. Not a hand on the thigh. It's a hickey on the neck. I don't even know a more stereotypical placing for a hickey. But once again, are y'all mad because someone is pointing it out? Because that's not being delulu or even being a shipper, really, it's just commenting on something that was approved to be shown and discussed in something that was released BY THEM.
Are y'all mad at hybe for showing something that literally fell onto their hands? Cause like, unless someone (I'm counting on Jimin, since as we know Jungkook was busy spinning him round and round and had both his hands busy) called at hybe headquarters to say "yo bang pd substitute, is it okay if I give my friend jk here a hickey? Cause he's being really annoying rn and he has to pay", I highly doubt anyone expected Jungkook to come to rehearsal all neatly marked up. Or idk, maybe someone at hybe asked them "we need Jungkook to come in with a hickey but refuse to say it's a hickey, so that fans will feel reeeeally served." That sounds perfectly plausible too. Or a good marketing strategy.
Now, if you're a big company and your objective is to have some footage of the rehearsals for a concert, and the fandom is too good at noticing stuff for their own good, and one of your artists comes in with a very visible mark, and he and his bff bropal4lyfe come n with a story about how they were playing and a bite happened, you've got three choices: 1. Cut the artist out of aaaaalll the footage. Someone would have noticed the "bite mark" anyway, you best believe that. If you don't want anyone to notice it, you gotta cut him in most of the footage where it's visible. 2. Keep the hickey, discard the explanations. You could do that, but also it would feel a lot more unfaithful to everyone involved. Also they clearly worked their ass off to invent an explanation, come on! They truly tried to do their best inventing something that was not "it's a mosquito bite", they should get some credit! 3. Keep the bite, keep the explanation.
Notice how none of these solutions include the biting never happening because... They couldn't prevent it? The only thing they have any control over is how they're framing each "accident". And that's not an easy job.
I applaud you, people on the editing team.
So... On whom should we cast the blame now? Ah, yes, I think it's finally time for the ultimate scapegoat of this fandom: Jimin. Which is funny, cause... You know... If this were really about privacy, or being "victims" of shipping... This should be about freeing him too, you know? But obviously Jimin does it for attention, while Jungkook, poor angel that he is, doesn't even know what shipping is.
Furthermore, don't we all know how much Jimin imposes himself in Jungkook's life? To the point where he, multimillionaire man feels compelled to share a car with Jimin even if they're both late in the process. And can't you see how uncomfortable he is, draping himself over Jimin, making Jimin drap himself over him?
Oh lordy, truly such an awful eight years Jungkook spent, choosing to have vacations with someone who made him uncomfortable, spending free time with him, even having to suck his ear in public to the point you can see his saliva just because Jimin was sad :( truly an all-around bad time for Jungkook, as evidenced by alllll those times when he said Jimin was pretty, cute, and all-around knowing every little thing about Jimin. I absolutely concur, the dude would be so much more happy if jimin was not in his life.
Did that sound weird and absolutely ridiculous and a really absurd joke? Because that's what y'all sound like to me. Like. Jungkook is out there living his best life, getting hickeys and showered in affection and y'all paint him as a fucking martyr??? I'm sure he's really truly desperate that Jimin holds him in such high regards 😭😭😭 I can see him suffering whenever he starts doing his own serendipity rendition 😭😭 and when he claimed you are me, I am you as his and Jimin's only 😭😭😭 I cannot believe this poor baby 😭😭😭
I've reached a point where every time I hear this stuff I laugh because the levels of twisting reality when it comes to jikook are extraordinary, Jungkook will have a literally blissed out face and people will cry in outrage.
But coming back to my point: let's pretend you're not mad at Jimin and the possibility that jikook are dating: are y'all mad... At the hickey? Because at this point it seems like the only feasible solution. And if you are, do not worry: I'm sure Jungkook's skin was throughly healed by his boo. A kiss soothes even the worst pain, doesn't it?
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