#although it’s not too bad I don’t have to get the bus into town
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Pros of trying to get a job in a small town: establishments will literally just print out “HELP WANTED. INQUIRE INSIDE (or leave number at bar)” and tape it to the front window and you just can.
Cons of getting a job in a small town:
If you don’t get the job, literally everyone will know and you can never go to that bar again
#also the pay#it’s um. not a lot#but yeah with the water shortage and all my bills and groceries and council tax skyrocketing I’ve just been down to the 2nd best chip shop#in the world (I’ll die in that hill - number one best is in Boscastle you can’t convince me otherwise)#dropped my name and number at the counter and left#this PLUS my job at the theatre#although it’s not too bad I don’t have to get the bus into town#I HATE going into town this time of year it’s so busy and there’s tourists and The Town is still fuckin small so it’s very claustrophobic#please let me get this job#£4 for a big slab of cod and chips? I can’t give that up! it’s 2 minutes from where I live!#also I do need the work#coz unfortunately what I really want to do people will always pay you in experience and not um. cash#I think I’m gonna move within the next year#might bite the bullet and move into the city (Edinburgh)#I’ve never lived in a city before and I’m. mmmm. I get anxiety going to TRURO#I’ll not last 2 weeks in fuckin EDINBURGH#well. rip.#anyways#delete later
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(Part 1)
Eric waits until the last possible moment, when Jack is already halfway out of his seat and reaching for the strap of his bag.
“I can’t make it tomorrow,” he blurts out, then resists the overwhelming urge to squeeze his eyes shut in a whole-body flinch. Jack looks up and frowns at him, forehead wrinkling under long bangs, so Eric has no choice but to keep talking. “My – um. I can’t be here this early tomorrow. And I know you have, like, hockey after school…”
They’ve been meeting to work on their assignment for three mornings now, and Eric still has to try hard not to jump out of his skin every time Jack pins his eyes on him. It’s not that it’s been bad, really – Jack is unexpectedly serious about his schoolwork, and Eric hasn’t heard him say anything particularly mean yet, at least not to his face – but Jack is just kind of intense. He’s not as rowdy as Coach’s football boys, but he’s bigger than the average high school kid in that same way, takes up space in that same way. Eric cannot imagine ever being fully comfortable around boys like that.
“Why can’t you be here this early?” Jack asks, slowly pulling his bag up from the floor.
Ugh. Eric had really hoped to avoid this, in the hope of preserving the last shreds of his dignity as a lowly sophomore.
“My daddy’s the football coach,” he mumbles when it’s clear that Jack is waiting for a response. “They practice in the mornings so he’s here pretty early anyhow, and he drives me to school, but tomorrow he has a coaches’ meeting in town... And there’s no bus at that hour.”
It’s always quiet in the library, but especially this early in the day when there’s no one around except the two of them and the librarian sipping tea at the front desk. Eric can hear everything, from the hum of the overhead fluorescent lights to the sprinkles going outside to Jack’s godawful neon sneakers shuffling on the ground.
“I have a car,” Jack states eventually.
Of course he does. And of course Eric knows this. The school’s parking lot may as well be a physical manifestation of social hierarchy. Jack drives a shiny car that was very obviously not handed down to him by a parent or an older sibling like most students, and it’s always parked in the good spaces, too, right next to the main entrance.
“Well,” Eric huffs, trying to sound irritated but probably landing somewhere closer to awfully jealous. “I don’t. So. Can we reschedule?”
Jack’s face does something that Eric cannot even begin to decode. “No. I mean, yes, we can, but I meant – I have a car. I can give you a ride tomorrow.”
He – what. “What,” Eric says out loud, and can’t bring himself to feel embarrassed by how audible his bafflement is. “You – seriously? But –” He almost says, but people might see us together, and then decides he doesn’t want to present Jack with any open-goal shots, even if he hasn’t been outright cruel yet. “I mean, that’s nice of you, but you really don’t have to do that. You’d have to wake up even earlier!”
Jack exhales loudly and swings his bag around, sticking his arm through the loop of the other strap. “We need to get this assignment done. I don’t have time to work on it on the weekend. I’m busy every day after school, so I need you here in the morning. Is that going to be a problem?”
Good Lord, not if he keeps looking at Eric like that. "N-no," he shakes his head for good measure.
Jack pulls on the straps of his bag, tightening them over his shoulders. “Text me your address. Don’t be late.”
Eric’s still rooted to his spot when he hears the library door squeaking open and the sound of footsteps walking away.
.
.
It probably wouldn’t have hurt to mention that Eric despises mornings with every bone of his teenaged body before he agreed to this plan.
“What is that,” Jack asks him as soon as the passenger door latch clicks shut behind him. It’s more a demand than a question, really, although Eric’s not fully convinced that Jack’s voice is even capable of inflection. If he ever experiences emotions, Eric certainly hasn’t heard evidence of it.
“Coffee,” Eric retorts shortly, narrowing his eyes at Jack, and takes a long gulp from his thermos to demonstrate. It’s exactly the right temperature, tooth-achingly sweet just how he likes it, and it’s honestly the only thing keeping him from stomping his way back to bed and pulling the sheets up to his ears until a more reasonable hour.
“That thing is bigger than your head.” Jack can’t seem to take his eyes off the thermos for long enough to put the car in drive. It’s the first time Eric can recall Jack observing him with anything close to interest.
“Yes, and every drop is vital for my functioning right now,” Eric defends, curling the thermos closer to his body. He’d probably be more wary of grunting at Jack Zimmermann like this, but it’s Jack Zimmermann’s fault he’s up at this hour to begin with, and Eric’s brain is not at all awake enough for his self-preservation instincts to kick in. Hopefully Jack isn’t the type to risk ramifications by shoving him out of a moving vehicle in revenge.
“Whatever works for you, man,” Jack’s eyebrows raise slightly, the barest hint of a facial expression besides indifference. The car rumbles as Jack shifts gears and steers them away from his spot by the curb.
They’re idling at the red light two streets down from Eric’s house when Jack glances at him, looks back at the road, and then says, “You know caffeine stunts your growth, right.”
Eric grits his teeth together. The coffee suddenly tastes bitter on his tongue, despite all the sugar he dumped into it.
“Bless your heart, Zimmermann,” he replies icily, and isn’t sure if it’s fortunate or a shame that the subtext is entirely lost on Jack.
#omgcp#omgcheckplease#zimbits#writing high schoolers is a very specific experience#this universe kind of has an overall plotline? because I'm incapable of messing around without a plan apparently?#let's be honest this whole thing is just an excuse to write bad bob fucking up a little bit#pavfics#text
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Bones and All - Chapter 3: The Shire
Eddie Munson/Reader
Warnings: canon typical violence/gore, cuss words, weird parental relationships, updated each chapter
Synopsis: A Bones and All AU. What do you hunger for?
Chapter Summary: Bacon breakfast and you're on the road. 2785 words.
Eddie had fallen asleep on the couch watching wrestling on the old television set in the cowboy’s living room. When you had emerged and found him like that, peaceful and vulnerable, you felt something stir within you. A hunger unlike the other.
You sat on the floor in front of the sofa, back to Eddie.
Being that close to him made you feel good. You were safe with each other, safe from each other. You ached, somewhere in your ribs. But it was the kind of pain you could learn to live with.
While Eddie snored softly, you pulled your mother’s letter from your bag and carried on with the task.
I blamed myself every time. I shouldn’t have trusted you to take the bus - I should have picked you up and dropped you off. Monitored you more closely. I shouldn’t have taken you to the work party. I shouldn’t have let you get so pretty. So many regrets.
If I had known then what I know now, I would have made your father take you. I didn’t know about him until the day he left. Perhaps he could have done a better job.
Enclosed is half of all the money I have and your birth certificate. I don’t know where your father is, but his parents lived in Iowa, somewhere west of Cedar Rapids.
I will always love you, Y/N. Please don’t come looking for me.
“What’s that?” Eddie’s voice made you jump, the paper in your hands crumpling.
He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and yawning. Mirror neurons fired and you yawned too. You smiled at each other.
“Um. It’s a letter. From my mum,”
“She still in the picture?”
When you hesitated, Eddie looked away and pulled his Reeboks on. “Well, Barry’s been a great host but what do ya say we-”
He froze. You both heard it. A car pulled up outside.
Eddie hit the deck and motioned for you to copy him. You both crawled along the floor until you got to a window, hiding under it so nobody could see you if they looked in.
“Barry! Where’s the check, Barry?!”
A woman yelled for a minute, switching between cuss words and accusations. Apparently, Barry had been a bad cowboy and not paid alimony. After a promise to return with the police, you and Eddie quickly gathered your belongings and headed out the door.
“Fuck… She slashed a tire.”
You looked at it. She sure did. “Seemed justified,” you commented.
Eddie was in the back of the van throwing things out onto the dirt and gravel. “There’s a spare! Kinda surprising, knowing Barry as we do,” Eddie announced, reappearing with a smirk on his face.
“Do you know how to change it?”
“Do I know- Yes, Y/N, I know how to change a tire,” he replied with a roll of his eyes. He fished around in the van some more looking for tools and a jack. When he had all he needed, he got to work. “I can change this in seven minutes flat,”
“Really?”
“Time me,”
“I believe you,” you assured him.
Although you didn’t time him, it seemed like less than seven minutes later you were back on the road.
“We can stop for breakfast, but we better get clear of town first. Can’t have the van recognised, you know?”
You nodded. You couldn’t change a tire but you knew all about fleeing the scene and about disappearing across the state border. About bleach and acid.
“So… I need to go home,”
“Where’s home?” you asked, forgetting his reaction the last time you enquired.
“Small shitty down in Indiana. Hawkins. Where did you say you were headed?”
“Iowa… I’m looking for my dad. He’s somewhere there, west of Cedar Rapids apparently,”
“Are you in a hurry?” Eddie asked.
You had never had a friend. Not really. Sherry would have been the closest thing, if you hadn’t tried to eat her friend alive. What did friendship feel like? Was it the tingle in the tips of your fingers as you sat in the van with Eddie? Was it the warm and terrifying feeling of hope that you were so skilled at keeping under wraps?
You shook your head.
“I have to go back, even just for a couple hours. Then I can take you where you need to go. It’s a lot of driving, but… I don’t know. I’m up for it, if you are.”
Is this what friendship felt like?
Two hours later you stopped at a roadside diner. Eddie ordered waffles and bacon, and you had pancakes and hashbrown. The waitress was kind, if not a bit of a stereotype. Everyone was though in midwest America. People knew their role and played it well, something you were jealous of.
Eddie gulped coffee like it was water, big mouthfuls going down easy. He chewed on bacon quickly, as if someone was going to come and take his plate away if he didn’t eat fast enough.
“You seemed more intimidating last night,” you mused.
Eddie grinned. “Yeah, well, when you’re a long-haired freak in this part of the country, you gotta have a big attitude.”
It made sense. You thought over what that implied, that the attitude was a shield. It protected the softness of who Eddie really was from the harshness of reality.
“So… How many others have you met?” you asked.
“Just you,”
“Oh… You… you made it sound like you knew others,”
“Did I?” Eddie replied, frowning. “What about you? What was the other one like?”
It shouldn’t have made you feel special that he remembered you saying you’d only just met your first. But, it did.
“He was old… Not old old. Just like, older than our parents old? His name was Sully,” you told him. “He was… nice… He, ah, said he could smell when someone’s about to die,”
“You believed him?”
That’s when you told Eddie about Lydia. Sully’s invitation. How you couldn’t smell it coming, but when it came the air grew heavy and you knew. About sharing her and the carrot cake. About the rope of human hair.
“Jesus… That’s a choice. You don’t have to be like that,”
“I think he was trying to help me. Trying to be kind?”
“I profoundly doubt that,” Eddie said with a scoff. He looked up to see the dismay on your face. “Does it help? To remember their names?”
“What?”
“Lydia Harmon. I bet you remember all their names. Does it help?”
Penny. Luke. Dmitri. Kevin. Marcus. Noble. CJ. Jamie. (Kim almost.) Lydia. (Andy almost.) Penny. Luke. Dmitri. Kevin. Marcus. Noble. CJ. Jamie. Lydia. Penny. Luke. Dmitri. Kevin. Marcus. Noble. CJ. Jamie. Lydia.
How dare he see you.
“Does it help to take their stuff?” you countered.
Eddie had taken the cowboy’s hat. It was still out in the van, but it was there. The floral button up shirt wasn’t Eddie’s. Neither was the heart locker around his neck. There were probably more things in his collection.
Eddie’s face remained steely. He picked up his last piece of bacon and began to chew it.
“Is your dad one of us? That why you’re looking for him?” he asked, a brutal change in subject designed to avoid your question.
“I think so,” you answered. “So, why are you going home?”
“Keeping a promise,” he answered. “There’s this kid, she lives opposite my uncle in the trailer park. Max. She’s a good kid that’s been handed a really fucking shitty hand. She’s going for her driver’s test so I promised I’d take her for a lesson,”
“She’s kind of like a sister?”
“I guess… I just… I promised her.”
You nodded and resisted the urge to call him sweet. “That’s… really nice of you,”
“I am nice,” Eddie replied, sucking the bacon fat off his thumb.
“You seem it,”
“Do I?”
It felt like you were playing a game you didn’t quite know the rules to you. Eddie watched you for a moment before declaring he was going to the bathroom, disappearing quickly.
Back on the road, Eddie mapped out a route to Hawkins that included a brief stop to get a new spare tire. You sat on the bench outside the mechanics listening to Eddie talk to the man in blue canvas overalls.
“Smart… Should always have a spare,” the man said. “Wish my boy was like you.”
Eddie hid a blush and hoped you weren’t in earshot. “Nah, man… You really don’t… I was actually looking for a spare set of something else?”
The man had seen many runaways and outlaws come through his shop. He motioned for Eddie to follow him out the back. They were gone for a little while, and you held your breath when you heard Eddie call out your name.
As he came around the corner, not a drop of red in sight, you exhaled. Eddie caught it and his face dropped.
“I didn’t-” you tried, launching yourself off the bench and towards Eddie.
He held his hands up defensively. “It’s fine… I know I what I am.” There was utter misery in his tone.
“What we are,” you corrected. “Whatever’s… in you… It’s in me too.”
The sadness dissipated and was replaced with a small kind of surprise. Eddie’s head cocked to the side and his eyes grew a little wider than usual.
“Alright. Gimme fifteen,” the man in the overall said, walking back into the shop. “Sorry, there’s not much to do ‘round here,”
“S’fine. Thank you,” Eddie replied to him but didn’t take his eyes off you.
After a few more lingering moments, Eddie nodded to the bench and you both sat down with your sides pressed against each other. Eddie’s hand sat on his thigh, palm up. You knew it was an invitation but were too afraid to just reach out and take it.
It felt like an eternity of waiting. You stared at Eddie’s hand, studied the lines of his palms like you knew how to read them. After only a minute on the bench, you slowly moved your hand to your own leg and copied his position. Bolder than you, Eddie threaded his fingers through yours, killing any doubt and all the tension. Waiting was easier after that.
Hours later, back on the road with a spare and new number plates, Eddie said, “We should probably call it for the day.” The sun was low on the horizon and stars had begun to twinkle against the deep blue. “There’s a state park entrance just up a bit. We can stop there.��
Parked in the shadows, you opened all the doors to the van and did a stocktake of what you had in the way of supplies. Eddie found a plastic bag shoved under one of the seats and it was quickly filled with trash. You still had the can of chickpeas and chocolate bar, and half a bottle of water. Eddie had a lot of beef jerky, an apple, soup mix packets, a bottle of warm iced tea, and the dregs of a bottle of water.
“Not bad,” Eddie said with a shrug.
“Had worse,” you agreed.
In the back of the van there were empty cardboard boxes, a toolset, a very old sleeping bag with a broken zip, and a jug of something that was probably water but neither of you wanted to gamble on. The floor was carpeted, but it was a poorly achieved job. Eddie pulled at the corner until he was ripping it out entirely.
“What are you doing?” you asked, stumbling out of the way. “Won’t it be warmer with that in there?”
“Yeah, but we can flatten these boxes and put ‘em down first. You know, for insulation. Besides, this carpet smells like something died on it. And I should know.”
Quasi-cannibal humour. You laughed.
After vigorously shaking the living shit out of the carpet, Eddie laid it back down on top of the boxes you’d crushed. The sleeping bag, plastic side down - fabric side up, was next.
“No blankets but if we close the doors we might not freeze to death,” Eddie said. It was good enough for you.
Eddie immediately began on the second task, dinner. You watched him open his duffle bag and draw out all sorts of useful things. A torch, a tin pot and two tin mugs, and a tiny propane camp stove. He must have seen the look on your face.
“Once you find yourself alone out here without the things you need, you get practical pretty fast,” he explained, then pulled a Bic lighter out from where you spied a collection of them shoved under clothes in his bag.
After a dinner of soup beefed out with jerky and chickpeas, and you split the chocolate bar in two and moved to settle yourself in the back of the van on the makeshift bed. You thought about re-reading your mother’s letter, but the hum of cicadas and the smell of the forest was too magic to ruin.
Eddie cleaned up and packed everything away, seemingly happy to have a distraction.
“What do you normally do when you’re out here alone?” you asked.
He glanced at you, a small twist of a smile on his lips.
“That’s not what I meant,” you clarified.
Eddie chuckled. “I, ah, read. Mostly.” He opened his duffle to you and tilted it so you could see the books in there. He must have been stronger than he looked, you thought, carrying that Mary Poppins bag of tricks around.
“We could trade,” you offered, showing him the little library in your backpack.
You looked at each other again. A knowing look, but free from the accusation that came with your mother’s own knowing.
When there were no more tasks for Eddie, he joined you in the van. You both pulled on extra socks and jackets, then laid on your sides facing each other. Duffels and backpacks for pillows, all in all, it wasn’t too bad.
“We’ll get supplies after Hawkins,”
“Probably a good idea,” you agreed. The silence after wasn’t awkward, but you had so many questions that you couldn’t let it linger. Eddie bet you to it though.
“Who was your first?”
“Sully asked me that too… It was my babysitter,” you answered.
“Me too,”
“Really? I guess it makes sense…”
The conversation turned to eating. Sully’s rule – don’t eat an eater. Were there other rules? Were there things not meant to be eaten… like bones and nails? Were there people not meant to be eaten? Mothers? Priests?
“You said you’d never met another… Does that mean there was nobody in your family like you?” you asked.
Eddie chewed his lip, considering his reply. “I don’t know shit about my parents. Dad ran out on us when I was a kid. Mum not long after. Raised by my uncle,”
“Does he know?”
“No… Well, I mean… Not really. He knows… something. He’s a good man. Deserves better than… all this.”
A normal person in a normal conversation would say something like ‘Oh, no, Eddie. I am sure you’re a wonderful nephew! You’re a good person!’ But that would be bullshit and you’d both know it. You just nodded, understanding.
“Do you just wanna read for a bit?” Eddie asked. “We’ve just got… ah, the one torch. But, I, I thought I could read to you. If that’s not, um, super lame?”
“Have you read The Lord of the Rings?”
Eddie smiled wide, took a dramatic breath in, and recited, “Home is behind, the world ahead,
and there are many paths to tread
through shadows to the of night,
until the stars are all alight.”
Your stomach flipped and your nose tingled. “I love Tolkien,” you whispered, sounding stoned or dumb.
“Me too. Don’t get too impressed. I can’t quote the whole thing. I remember the poems okay because they’re almost like lyrics, you know?”
“Lots of them are, in the books. They’re songs,”
“Yeah, exactly. Musician head, you know?” he said, motioning to his general head area.
“You’re a musician?”
“Um. That might have been too generous. I play guitar,” Eddie told you. The tone of his voice made it clear that he missed the instrument.
You tried to picture him playing. You imagined him with an electric guitar first. Metallica and heavy metal and all that. But then, the softness in him did lend itself to an acoustic. He had both, you decided.
Eddie was watching you, trying to figure out what your reaction to him being a guitarist was. When you said nothing, just looked a little lost in thought, he cleared his throat.
“So, to the Shire?”
End Note: She actually reads Tolkien in the novel/film. Honestly. This just writes itself.
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Bonus blog *tw emotional
In an effort to hold on to something that I already feel slipping from within my grasp I wanted to talk about the last last day in Japan because it was one of the most memorable.
Thanks to my lovely Indian friend Vishnu’s suggestion we decided let’s have a beach day as our last day together. Being from Miami (i don’t know if I’ve mentioned that yet) it was time to go back into my element for a change. I quickly donned on an outfit appropriate for only the most Miami of ghettys and off we went on a 45 min train ride to a little town by the lake with some sand on it. The water was nice and cold so it was very refreshing and we all bought drinks on the beach and slowly sipped them while I played music from my waterproof speaker. There was just something else in the air that day as everyone was cheesing, chit chatting, and laughing about virtually anything (probably my jokes tbf). Lunch was mostly uninteresting and then before we knew it we had to get dressed for the farewell dinner. This dinner reservation was for three hours and included unlimited food and unlimited drink (not the good kind however). It really sucked that I had eaten lunch not even three hours prior or i would’ve torn that up but instead I went with a more mild approach to it. We decided that night that we were gonna play uno, one last uno session with all of us in one room together talking as a coherent albeit at times dysfunctional family. Before that I had to make good on my promise to get one last sweet treat for Aulora (apparently all the gum and mints I asked for started to add up??) and we walked through a lightly raining Kyoto as I navigated us back to the hotel.
Although I may not be an English major like shortcake or Sebastian I’ll try my best to paint the picture of this uno game for you. 14 or so strangers all sitting around in a circle on a tatami mat who traveled together for almost a month all for their own reasons who laughed together, shared meals together, and spent far too much time together for people who had just met. We’ve scaled mountains together, we've sat eerily still for four hours of ancient Japanese theatre, and we have gone back on the 5 am train maybe one too many times. People from different backgrounds, majors, career paths, aspirations, and hobbies all came to Japan in search of something different yet we all found common ground with each other. Looking from the outside in you would not be able to tell the fact that we had met a month ago, multiple inside jokes were flying, there was never a dull moment or moment of silence, and everyone had a smile on their face from ear to ear. It’s the kind of behavior you’d expect from an old group of longtime friends getting back into the rhythm of things after being apart for so long. Each member of that circle contributing something to make us one cohesive yet at times dysfunctional family. The type of group you could write a multi faceted short novel series about. We all had different departure times and plans so some of us had to be up at four in the morning to catch an early bus out of Tokyo, they did not let that stop them as we all braved on for as long as we can, Like most things, time came in to rain on our parade as the bell tolled and we lost our first friend. Unfortunately it was the one that hit the hardest as Vishnu stood up to say goodbye to us. Vishnu, the third part of a trio that I never knew I needed. Who at first would not stop talking about urban planning, who led us to arguably more Indian restaurants than Japanese ones, who knew how to make everyone around him feel included and paid attention to. I’m gonna miss our idol watch sessions, the constant back and forths we would have about any topic other than our readings, I know we’ll see each other soon so I guess until then I’ll see you later little bro. Since everyone wanted to be him so bad one by one people started leaving to go finish packing their bags or try to recover any sleep they might hope to get before an arduous journey home. Hugs were had, tears were shed and promises to hang out in the future echoed in the room as everyone started to realize our time together was coming to an end. Eventually everyone left taking with them a part of what made our group so special, so whole. As Raj and I were getting ready for bed we hear a knock on our door from the one person we did not get to say goodbye to: Uncle Sebastian. I’ve written many times about how much of an uncle role he has had on the trip but I sincerely hope that he gets everything he wants in his future not only because he deserves it but because the world would be a better place if so.
Fast forwarding to today it was actually time to say goodbye as we ride the Shinkansen a mere five strong from our original 26. As we arrive to our forked path but literally and figuratively, I couldn’t help but show a little emotion, as my lips quivered, my eyes started to water, and my mouth unable to form any words I said goodbye to Xander. Xander the only one that was always down to hangout with Raj and I no matter the occasion, whatever we were doing he was there, including traveling with us on that final day. With him gone it felt as though we were truly back to where we started. A goodbye hug to both Leina-chan our faithful navigator, tour guide, and close friend and one to Eliza, who is never satisfied unless there is a sweet treat present. Then there were two and Raj and I end our trip the same way it began, with each other, only this time our heads are held high for a different reason. What was once excitement about the new experiences in Japan turns into excitement for the future, in the connections that we’ve made, the memories that will be forever etched into our hearts as we can forever smile and reminisce on our month in Japan.
I could go on and on about all the different ways we said goodbyes, the different people I’ve met, what they all mean to me but frankly as I said often many times during this trip “I ain’t reading or writing all of that” I hope that as this chapter in my life comes to a close I can enter a new chapter of my life bringing those that I met in this chapter into my next one. Its been fun writing to those of you who take the time to read all these blogs, in the interest of not rambling on (even though I already have) its time to say Goodbye for real this time. So Goodbye I hope you’ve enjoyed your time with me and to whoever it may be reading this you can reach out to me whenever you want, I’d be happy to listen to you or talk to you. I will see many of you later I promise you that, until then… -Nico
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ATV Jungle Tour in Jaco: Part 2
Paul led me down a very steep and narrow downhill driveway, paved in part and then dirt. I twice saw signs saying “ATV/bikes don’t go further” and yet we continued the descent to where the road was too narrow to ride and we parked up beside some other ATVs at the bottom. Since we had climbed so far up in elevation it was no longer hot, and the water was chilly but I went in for a dip anyway. There was an American couple there taking photos and swimming too and our guides chatted together for a while until we were all ready to leave. The American couple set off up the hill first and the girl faltered a bit and lost control of her bike for a moment which was scary to witness because I thought she might tip over backwards but Paul said “see, we don’t want to do that. You need to lean forward and get a lot of speed to get through the mud.” I followed Paul up, full throttle leaning over the handlebars knowing that it was either ride this ATV up or walk up! Once I’d started it actually wasn’t too bad, it was less scary than the steep downhill actually. Paul led us back to town as fast as possible and then returned the bike. I decided to give him a $10 tip since he did find the sloths, and I also feel obliged to tip when there is no one else on the tour. I returned to the hostel to shower and get rid of all the mud, then went back to Bohio for a late lunch of a “bohio-style” iced coffee and a muffin before checking out of the hostel and catching my 3pm bus back to San Jose. It didn’t have air con, but the window gave a nice breeze and I was able to sit for the 3.5 hour journey in backed up traffic while the bus was crammed full of other people who had to stand. It was dark when I arrived back in San Jose and it was a dodgy area around the bus terminal. My bus to the next hostel was departing in more than 30 minutes so I legged it over to a BK with an armed guard outside for a burger and clean toilet beforehand. The bus left 15 minutes earlier than expected so lucky I was already on it since I saw people getting searched by police around the corner as we pulled out of downtown San Jose. The hostel was much better than the last place in Jaco, with only one other person in my room who was very quiet and considerate. For $12 a night what more could I ask for really, although hot water in the shower would’ve been nice…
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General CoD 2024 thoughts:
While I’m here, I really insist that the Call of Duty games should try an alternate history setting at least once. It would open up a lot of possibilities and let them try some unreal stuff without having to go far future. The campaign would be a lot more interesting with alternate history world building. You could even pitch each new CoD as a new “what if?” with some overlapping characters across timelines. I mean, that’s basically what they’ve done with the Modern Warfare reboot already. Just don’t do “what if Germany won ww2” because that’s a bit overplayed and already kind of Wolfenstein’s territory. But try “JFK didn’t get shot”, “Cold War goes nuclear”, “WW2 didn’t start for another decade”, “Cold War didn’t end”, that type of stuff each game. I already feel like I’m in a parallel universe with the fake gun names from the last few games.
And I’m not sure what else the next game is going to be. Certainly not WW2, Treyarch hasn’t done that since Waw and Vanguard flopped. The obvious choice is just to make Black Ops Cold War 2, but that seems a little redundant, although I did enjoy BOCW being more 80sy compared to Black Ops 1 (although they’re all heavily anachronistic with the gun choices).
Black Ops could return to the near future, but that seems like a risky move after the “call of duty dark ages” where everybody hated that, but then again fans might be eager for a return to Black Ops 2’s relatively grounded depiction of the near future compared to the more fantastical depictions in IW, AW, BO3/BO4. What’s funny is that the next Black Ops game is probably going to release next year, in 2024, and Black Ops 2 is set in 2025. A quick google reveals Black Ops 3 being set in 2065, so you could easily set a new Black ops game in 2035 as uncharted territory, not that the timeline particularly matters for any of this hot nonsense.
Now that I think about it…the idea of just baaaarely dipping our toes into that near future nonsense sounds like a lot of fun. No double jumps, no wall running, no jet packs, no laser beams, just slightly higher tech versions of guns that exist today plus some gadgets that shouldn’t exist yet. Based it off of real life cutting edge stuff that’s in the prototype phase. Lean into stuff that’s already in modern warfare, like the breacher drone and heartbeat sensors but just a liiiiitle higher tech, with locales are that just a liiitle more scifi/cyberpunk/apocalyptic looking.
Just thinking out loud here, but what’s funny is that Black Ops 2 is now so old that it’s borderline retrofuturistic, and the assets are now so relatively low-poly compared to the very high-poly (for now) assets in the modern games. I think there would be demand for Black Ops 2 to get similar treatment to how BOCW is a spiritual successor to BO1 and how MW3 modern is a borderline remake of classic MW2. I’m not saying they should remake every map, especially since they already remade many of them in BOCW, but throw in a couple remastered maps day one and borrow some of the more iconic weaponry too. I also think that some near future guns would help add on to the existing modern guns in Warzone without just adding ANOTHER ak47, revolver, m16, etc like BOCW did. You could even just take a lot of the existing weaponry in MW2/3 and design a 2035 version, although people would pitch a fit. If it’s just 2035, you could honestly just include very slightly remixed versions of all the iconic guns that aren’t yet in MW2/3, although that’s admittedly becoming a short list so maybe using the BO2/3/4 Arsenal as a baseline isn’t a bad idea.
Also - zombies. Black Ops 2 is famous for Tranzit being a neat idea that was kind of held back by the technology of the time. Tranzit is just begging to be remade as an outbreak/MWZ style large map, or even just implemented as a fog/bus variant mode in the existing MWZ experience. Just throw the Nacht building and “Town” in somewhere on the existing MWZ map, add the bus and fog, add the wonder weapons and the electricity guy, then sell the 4 characters as operators in the shop. I know people would cry foul about not getting a “proper” 1:1 version of the map, but personally I’d rather see a dynamic evolution of the kind of original idea behind Tranzit, and I also think that the MWZ formula is just begging to have a secondary mode that meets the original zombie formula halfway in delivering a more consistently intense experience with a little less metagame. And honestly you could probably adapt Die Rise, Origins, Buried, Blood of the Dead in similar ways or just add them to the battle royale map.
Either that, or give me a new battle royale map that has the entirety of nacht der untoten, shi no numa, verruckt, kino der toten, ascension, call of the dead, der riese, five in it and then give us the option to try and hold in out in any one of those zones for as long as possible. We know season 1 of MWZ is going to bring “rifts” that sound like instanced content, I could definitely see those rifts being classic zombie maps.
But also - imagine a battle royale map surround by water with the ship from Hijacked circling it with all the best loot on board, or at the center of the map Loot Lake style.
A black ops 2 inspired successor could also try again at having those weird little RTS sections. Just don’t include any robots like Black Ops 3 did, nobody asked for that.
Back to zombies though - I would take bots back from BO4 but we are really overdue for another zombie chronicles. I think people would be happy to have a whole game of exclusively remastered zombie maps. I think at this point each new game could have one map from each old game in perpetuity, map just add one or two original maps at least.
Oh, I almost forgot, before I launched into this whole rant about making Black Ops 2 again, I was going to suggest a third option that I hadn’t considered until just now. First off though, obviously the next game can’t be modern. It would be the third in a row and Treyarch obviously isn’t allowed to do that or they would’ve years ago. On the other hand, having some kind of “Modern Ops” or “Black Ops Warfare” crossover game would fit with the way they’re intertwined with Warzone now and required to actually use a compatible engine and actually share code now. We have it on the books that Treyarch’s next game will be the first to use IW code/engine more directly than ever before. Plus Activision seems to be pushing the idea of a “CoD Cinematic Universe” now more than ever before with stuff like TF141 in Vanguard, Price in BOCW (even if non canon multiplayer appearance), and that new MCU-like opening screen on MW3. So I was going to just dismiss the possibility but maybe not.
So are options so far are WW2 (least likely), 60s/70s/80s Cold War again (possible), near future but grounded (possible), Modern crossover (maybe possible but unlikely), but I’d like to throw out a final option: gulf war. There hasn’t yet been a call of duty game set in the 90s as far as I know. I think we are just now hitting the point where we can have 90s nostalgia in certain media, like in the Captain Marvel movie. Lean into the 90s aspect of it, you could even call it “Black Ops Gulf War” although that seems a little…on the nose, same with “Black Ops Desert Strike”. Similarly clunky would be “Black Ops War”. Honestly just calling it “Black Ops 1990” or “Black Ops 90” is probably the slickest title I can envision. Setting it on the line between decades also lets you get away with, say, including a slowed down Nirvana cover in the trailer (you know that’s what they love to do) without it seems too anachronistic (even though it is).
Honestly so much time has passed that you could probably have an early 2000s CoD at this point, this naming scheme would work just as well there (although the nice round number of “90” pops well, I think). I actually really like the idea of a Call of Duty following the immediate international scramble in the hours and days after 9/11 if it were grounded and evenhanded, but I’m confident it would just turn into weird cruel propaganda like these games always are. The idea of making a “spec ops the line” style call of duty ABOUT 9/11 is deeply appealing to me if clearly an impossibility.
The only reason I think to push this idea from 1990 to 2001 in the first place is to make it easier to depict younger versions of characters from Modern Warfare and finally marry the series, especially Price leading a doomed squad of original characters. I suppose you could pretty easily do 1990 though if you have young Laswell and Shepherd meeting an aging Black Ops cast. I feel like MW19 wanted to flirt with the idea of “are we the bad guys?” for about one second before changing it’s mind, which is especially jarring with MW2’s fun romp of a campaign.
I’m weirdly excited for Roads to Victory. Something about the idea of seeing WW2 crammed onto a tiny screen with tiny buttons just cracks me up. I feel like I kind of get the idea with the DS CoD games since I’ve played maybe an hour or so of them by now, but the PSP one is a total enigma to me. I will say that I have played just a little bit of Black Ops Declassified, I even managed to find a singular player online for a 1v1. And Roads to Victory should be much better on Vita with a second stick.
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Winding down- cafe Recht Chpt.8
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Recovery date: September 21st, 2020
Description: Miles owns a cafe with Franziska, and Phoenix and Maya are famous actors. Their daughters go to school together, so what happens when they want a sleepover?
Notes: A entry series involving a descendant of a traveler, following the death of her mother it was determined Sky would be better off staying with Miles Edgeworth. This is an OC insert, the fantastical technobabble is just for looks
Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
Word count: 718
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“Hey Klav, when’d you get a kid?” Daryan laughed, when Klavier entered the studio with Sky in tow.
“Haha, very funny. She’s my boss's daughter, her uncle is babysitting.”
“And she’s here, why?” The bassist asked.
“Hello, sorry for asking everyone here on such short notice,” Ray said, as he came in shortly after Klavier and Sky. “I’m watching my niece tonight, I hope that’s not a problem,” Klavier started laughing as the rest of the band looked surprised, “now, let’s get started. I just want to make sure the music sounds good before you do the final recording.”
“Ooo! Pretty guitar!”
“Sky don’t touch anything!”
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“Mr. Edgeworth!” Phoenix called across the restaurant as he waved Miles and Franziska over.
Phoenix and Maya were already seated at a table in the back, and there were four waters. Miles took a seat beside Phoenix, and Franziska sat to his left.
“Please, Miles is fine. I’m surprised you had time tonight for a dinner, I thought you were still filming.”
“We are, but Maya and I aren’t needed tonight. And please, call me Phoenix, or Nick,” he smiled, before turning to his menu.
“In that case,” Franziska started, “wouldn’t it be best to spend time with your families?”
“Normally we would, but Pearl's big sister is in town so we figured she’d want some time with the kids alone. She doesn’t see them often, but they get along like family.”
Franziska looked a little sad when she asked, “Oh, are you and Mr.Wright-” before she could finish, they had both choked on their water.
“Oh god no,” Maya laughed.
“Hey,” Phoenix whined. “You don’t have to be so mean about it.”
“Nick’s like my big brother!”
“Yes Franziska, I don’t know why you’d get any other idea,” Miles said mockingly, “Trucy did call her aunt Maya. Or were you too busy g-OW!” Miles yelped as Franziska stepped on his toes.
Before Maya and Phoenix could ask, a waitress came over to take their orders, and they ended up talking about their children , nieces, and nephews.
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“So, what would you three like to do?” Iris asked, as she and the children stepped out of the apartment. “Nothing too crazy, you all have school tomorrow.”
“We could go to the roller skate arena on Anderson street. It’s only a few bus stops away,” Apollo suggested. Trucy and Pearl looked like they were thinking before coming to a unanimous decision.
“We’re hungry and we want ramen.” Iris laughed.
“Well then, why don’t we go for a walk and get ramen, then go roller skating. I know somewhere with really good ramen. Is that alright?” Everyone nodded, and they started off towards Iris’s favorite ramen place.
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“You know, I know some people who would happily come take care of those cameras,” Tyrell grumbled, as he walked into the staff room. The paparazzi and fans were still camping outside the hotel.
“They aren’t hurting anyone,” Byrne hummed, looking through some documents. “Although I think Ema might.”
Tyrell slumped down next to him and sighed. There was a reason Byrne and Lana dealt with clients most of the time. It wasn’t that Tyrell had a bad temper, he just tended to scare people off both intentionally and unintentionally.
Byrne and he started this hotel when they retired from their respective careers. They’d invited Lana aboard after a particularly harsh scandal ruined the poor girls chances at having a credible career.
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“So,” Miles asked, as he and Franziska returned to the cafe after dinner, “Are you going to do something or continue pinning?”
“Miles Edgeworth,” she hissed, smacking his arm, “I am not pinning. And just because her and Phoenix Wright, aren’t a thing, doesn’t mean she likes girls.”
Miles shrugged, “I don’t know. I think anyone who likes men is an idiot if they haven’t at least thought about kissing him.”
“And what makes you think she hasn’t, fool?” Franziska huffed.
He unlocked the cafe door as he said, “She seemed very adamant that they are only siblings, if she had ever felt anything, I’d assume there’d be some hesitation.”
“Hmph, goodnight fool! And this conversation goes nowhere!” She called over her shoulder as she climbed the stairs. Meanwhile, Miles went to pack Sky’s lunch while he waited for Ray to drop her back off.
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My Amazing Summer
~by Alex Grimmett
After travelling to so many countries, how do I even begin to describe my summer? I learnt so much about different cultures, had impeccable food, and of course, did some classes too. Something that Dr. Moore, the previous director of the GT Oxford Program, said before we departed was that she hoped that by going on this journey, we would learn more about the world rather than only doing math and coding for the rest of our lives. I can safely say that her goal was definitely achieved. During the first half of the program, I took 2 classes- one in music appreciation and one in art history. While I have done music classes previously, I never would have picked a course in art for myself. After traveling around galleries and seeing work by some of the greatest artists of all time, my perspective has definitely changed. I have bought two books on an Italian Baroque painter- Caravaggio. I can now go into a gallery and recognise his work without even looking at the description (I’m not 100% correct, but it’s still pretty good considering I had never even heard of him before May).
“Medusa,” Caravaggio, 1595-1598, oil on canvas covered panel
Learning about these artists and how they shaped society has really broadened my perspective. It’s made me look at things less rationally, but not in a bad way. I think that I now look at technology in a different light. It’s difficult to explain in words, but that’s another reason I liked a class that was focused on visuals. Although it was a bit sad to have to study in cities like Paris, I still wouldn’t change this experience.
During this trip I also had many solo adventures, which I really enjoyed. I liked feeling independent, wondering around cities and seeing what I would find. One of my favourite memories was my second day in Venice. I wondered around beautiful alleyways, purchased some infamous Murano glass, and even decided to treat myself to a gondola ride (probably not the smartest decision financially, but I don’t regret it).
My gondola ride
I’m really glad I got to spend time with myself. Because I had no one with me to rely on, I felt like it forced me to embrace the culture more than I would with others.
Nonetheless, I still enjoyed the memories I made with friends as well. Although I didn’t know too many people before this program, I definitely have plenty of new friends now. One of my favourite memories was actually seeing Elton John in Leipzig. While I did enjoy wondering around the quaint German city, I wouldn’t have been able to get tickets that cheep in any other city I visited, and how could I say no to Elton John?
Me moments before seeing Elton John
Something I will definitely miss about Europe is the food. Pizza will never taste the same now that I’ve had it in Italy. One of, if not the best meal I had was definitely pasta in a town in Tuscany that we stopped at for lunch during one of our many bus rides. When my meal was served, I remember thinking that I should ask for parmesan cheese, but as soon as I took a bite I realised it was already perfect.
The perfect pasta
To top of the experience, we were sat at a table with an incredible view of the Italian countryside.
The perfect view
I’ve written a lot about the travel portion, but that doesn’t mean that my time in Oxford was any less fabulous. This city has so much beautiful architecture. I still remember the first time I ate dinner in the dining hall- I literally felt like I was in Hogwarts. One of the classes I took during this portion was a Medieval England history class. I think that was a pretty smart choice. I would learn about the influence the Romans had, and then go visit the Roman Baths. I would learn about the important historical figures like King Richard and King John, and then see where they were born. History classes are so much cooler when you can actually see where the history happened.
On a more personal note, I also got to see my cousin, Alice. Because she now lives in England, I hadn’t seen Alice since 2016, so it was great to catch up with her. She took me to Stonehenge, a landmark that I had been wanting to see since I was about 11 years old, as well as the Harry Potter Studios. Because she used to work there, I basically got my own private tour!
Harry Potter Studios
It’s hard to choose what memories get to make it into this post. I also went to an aquarium in a converted WWII building in Vienna, saw mountain goats in Spain, walked into churches that were so intricately decorated that it blew my mind, and so much more.
So, if you are a student considering doing the Oxford Program, I would definitely tell you to do it. First of all, it is a much more interesting way to complete your humanities requirements. But what’s more important is what you learn about yourself and the world. If you do your best to embrace every culture you visit, you learn so much about different people and how they live. You see historical sites that you’ve only seen in pictures. You make friends that you may have never met without being bought together like this. And hopefully, you learn more about your learning style, your interests, and how to navigate the world (I know it sounds cliché). While I’m definitely ready to be back in an environment that is more recognisable to me (despite the fact that I didn’t grow up in America, in some ways it’s still more familiar to me), I will miss this. I will miss the random conversations with strangers, the laughs you get when you order food and get something completely different to what you expected, and not just doing S.T.E.M. classes. I like math as much as the next guy, but it was a nice change, even if it only lasted for the first half of my trip. Am I now incredibly burnt out and tired? Yes. But do I regret doing this? Not at all.
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#6 Mykonos, Greek Islands
Argh Mykonos. What to say about you. You’re hella expensive, definitely not as architecturally beautiful as Santorini and nowhere near as naturally beautiful as Mìlos (personal fave). You are in fact the party island. As bianca put it, you’re either A) excessively rich, or B) 18 and ready to party the night (read; week) away. We, probably acted more A and our bank accounts now feel more B if we’re honest. When we arrived we ventured to our accomodation and naturally had a few cheeky cocktails. To be honest after testing about 4 at the accomodation pool side, we realised they weren’t getting any better and headed for the beach bars at Paraga. A mango daiquiri that actually tasted as it should was a breath of fresh air! That and the chips now residing in our tummies, ready to take on main course at a sea side restaurant - pasta was absolutely delicious!! Too bad B and I barely finished on account of a little too much daiquiri. Friday, we went into the centre of Mykonos ready to get our tourist on. The taxi fare for 10mins into town €35 - $70! We decided to wait the extra hour for the bus, and oh the joy. Taking a bus anywhere in Greece is an adventure in itself. Waiting half hour past the timetabled pick up time, pushing and shoving to actually get on the bus and not be left off, standing room only when on it, then life flashing before your eyes as the bus navigated these tiny, windy and car/bike/pedestrian filled laneways essentially. The bus wasn’t my favourite let’s be honest. The white streets are beautiful here, and it is very iconic Greece. I always take a moment to be absolutely grateful where ever I am, because it’s definitely such a privilege. We ventured around, saw the iconic windmills and then made our way back poolside - for you guessed it, more drinks. We had to get ready and catch the bus once again to make our dinner reservation, at Negrita’s. This beautiful bar along the foreshore near Little Venice, a row of colourful houses on the edge, and the sunset was divine. We were supposed to share a table with another couple, only they hated on life because they didn’t want to share, and our table was in the line of fire for the ocean waves - thankfully they moved on! We had a few delicious cocktails, and it was that moment of the night where it was either going home, or really kicking on... A English couple then joined us at that moment, ordered a €200 bottle of wine and decision was made! We chatted and had such a great time! Although, I’m trying to have more willpower when people offer shots - it’s never a good idea, and to this day I can never turn it down! I hope Nikita never reads this (sorry if you do!) but she did do a cheeky vom into the ocean, which was gold given the establishment we were in haha! When the bill came and we realised Bianca and I had spent €312 of cocktails, I actually nearly died. Don’t convert that. It sounds bad in euros but my god, it’s not good in Australian dollars. To be fair, they were expensive to start. Some things I vaguely remember from that night; ordering gyros at midnight, requesting ‘politely’ for the traffic controller at the bus station to calm the fuck down because he was a little hectic with the whistle, making friends with Kiwis who happened to know Bianca’s London friends, the Uber driver (arrived that day in Mykonos) getting us lost and bianca navigating home, the Uber driving requesting us to sign a waiver written in Greek (no thanks).. yep, you definitely win that round Mykonos. Saturday, we’ll it’s fair to say it wasn’t overly productive. By midday we managed to gather ourselves enough for lunch poolside and that’s where we stayed all day, until the dreaded bus back into town for dinner. Today, we’ve lounged by the pool once again and went to the beach nearby. Bianca is now flying back to London, and I’ve just arrived at the second hotel (May or may not have forgot to book the extra night I needed, so a little last minute booking.com yesterday never hurt anyone) ready to take on Croatia tomorrow! Greece, you’ve been a joy!!
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“What do you want?” Barbara asks, voice crackling with static.
It’s a silly question. Tim wants crime rates to go down. Tim wants Gotham to be a safer city. Tim wants to be a part of making that happen.
“A code name that isn’t stupid.” he says instead.
Barbara sighs. It doesn’t sound like a sigh though. It just sounds like the static’s getting louder.
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“Bernard Dowd, scholar of the ages.” Tim laughs, arm slung round Bernard's shoulder. “I thought you were meant to be the fun one?”
“I am.” Bernard groans, “as soon as these exams are done I’ll be back to the usual student life. Getting drunk, going on dates, Gotham won’t know what’s hit it.”
“Going on dates?” Tim asks jokingly, even as a well hidden part of him turns slightly panicked. “Any successes an old friend should be hearing about?”
“Not really.” Bernard shrugs, jostling Tim’s arm. “Just a couple of girls I was better off friends with.” He pauses, thinking, before continuing with his voice involuntarily going a little higher. “Couple of guys too.”
“Huh.” Tim suddenly becomes very aware of all the places where his arm is touching Bernard. He doesn’t move it. “Better luck next time.”
Huh.
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Tim’s been avoiding Dick. He’s been awkward around him lately, Tim thinks that Barbara must have said something. He’s not stupid enough to have done something to send Dick spiralling without noticing it.
“What do you want?” Dick asks, curious, without warning.
Tim wants to ask if Barbara put him up to this but he knows it’s a genuine question. Dick isn’t manipulative like that, not with family.
What does Tim want? Isn’t it a little late for Dick go be asking that question? All the things that happened after Bruce’s death put a canyon of distance between them. It’s slowly been growing smaller but it hasn’t disappeared. Neither of them have had time enough to spend together for that to happen.
An awful, bitter part of Tim that hasn’t stopped screaming since Robin wasn’t his any more wonders if Dick would even be asking if Damian wasn’t out of town right now.
“For us to go train surfing.” Tim says. Petty. Just so Dick will say no and his anger can feel righteous instead of ill-deserved.
“Okay.” Dick says instead. Easy and confident. Himself.
“Oh.” Tim’s anger fizzles into non-existence. “Okay.”
The canyon grows a little smaller.
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“We should go to a skatepark.” Bernard says, a little giggly from the beer in his hand.
There’s a matching beer in Tim’s hand although it’s still practically full. If there’s an emergency he’ll be of no use drunk. “What? Why?”
“Why not? You were so good in high school! And you had fun doing it.” Bernard’s tone turns a little less giggly. “You should do more things you find fun.”
Tim is surprised enough that the “Okay.” slips out of his lips unbidden.
So maybe the beer bottle is a little less full than he’d like to admit.
They borrow a board from one of Bernard's flatmates and catch a bus to a skate park Tim remembers using when he was younger. As they go Tim tries to remember why he stopped. He tries to remember when he stopped. He can’t recall the answer to either question and annoyance rises in his chest over it.
Then Bernard is saying something and it has Tim snorting with laughter and he forgets his irritation.
Once they arrive Bernard settles himself at the top of one of the ramps like it’s a throne. “Entertain me!” he calls, “Impress me with your wheel-board magic.
Tim manages a kick-flip on his first attempt and Bernard makes a loud noise of approval.
A lot of stuff comes back to Tim fairly quickly. Most of skateboarding had been muscle memory for him and that’s something that being a vigilante hadn’t exactly hindered. As things return to him he regains some faint memories of why he’d stopped. Nothing specific, just that feeling of not having enough time. Of thinking that going to the skatepark wasn’t a particularly useful way to spend his hours while there was still real work to be done.
Tim’s always been a vigilante first, but he thinks there must have been a point when that wasn’t the only thing he was. Well, when it wasn’t the only thing he was that mattered.
“Come on!” Bernard shouts, teeth flashing white against Gotham’s grey-black sky. “I was promised entertainment!”
Tim laughs. He seems to do that a lot around Bernard these days.
He starts moving on the skateboard, deciding to leave the existentialism for another day.
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First Dick and now Bruce. Tim’s family has really been making a habit of being weird around him lately.
He would normally think that the Bruce was worried about him, that Dick had passed along some bullshit about his mental health and Bruce was practicing some silent vigil. The problem with that theory is that Tim’s been getting better recently, so there wouldn’t be much point. At least he thinks he’s been getting better. It’s difficult to tell sometimes.
Bruce has definitely been acting weird around him though, so maybe he isn’t getting better. Maybe Bruce spotted something Tim didn’t and he’s on the road to insanity.
“What do you want?” Bruce asks one day as they’re both working in the cave. Not Batman. Bruce.
It’s a far stupider question than it was when Barbara or Dick asked it. Bruce is the person who made Tim’s desires what they are. He’s the one who took Tim’s obsession and carved it into a goal.
“What?” Tim asks, loud and confused and maybe a little angry. “What do you mean ‘what do I want’? I want the mission! What else am I supposed to want?”
Bruce stays silent for a moment and Tim imagines him turning the words over in his head. “Nothing else?” Bruce asks. He sounds sad and it makes the anger drain from Tim’s body. “Just the mission?”
“I don’t need anything else.” Tim says hollowly.
Bruce just nods, thinking. It makes Tim want to scream even as satisfaction rises in his chest.
It’s always been a point of pride that he can to lie to Batman. He’s hardly going to change his mind about that now.
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“People keep asking me what I want.” Tim says, sat on Bernard's bed. “I don’t like it.”
Bernard's turns away from the laptop on his desk so he can look at Tim. “You ever tell them the truth?”
Tim shrugs. He isn’t sure what else to do. “Ish?”
Bernard smiles. “Anyone ever tell you you’re impossible, Tim Drake?”
“Only everyone I’ve ever met.”
Bernard barks out a laugh before sobering up and looking at Tim with ill-disguised curiosity. “Do you want to tell me the truth about it? Or did you just want to say the thing out loud?”
“I’m not sure.” Tim admits, and he has to stop himself from acting taken aback by the fact he actually said that. Tim never says when he’s uncertain. There isn’t room for it. Bernard must know that too because he looks at Tim in surprise, then scoots his chair closer to the bed so that he and Tim are almost touching.
Bernard looks very cautious. “You know that’s okay, right?”
“I-“ Tim starts, because is it? Is uncertainty the kind of luxury he can afford? “I want to want things. But it feels like I’ve forgotten how.”
“You’ve had a rough couple of years.”
“How do you-“
Bernard smiles knowingly. “You’re not as hard to read as you think, Tim. Well you are. But it’s not difficult to tell that some bad things must have happened since I last saw you.”
“Yeah.” Tim says hoarsely, thinking back to the burn of his muscles as he dug up Kon’s grave, the stinging of desert sand in his eyes, the moment of confusion when he woke up in a league of assassins base unsure if he’d had to die to get there. “Yeah. Bad things happened.” He shakes himself a little, because those aren’t the thoughts he wants lingering. He focuses back on Bernard who’s closer than Tim had realised, worry creased between his eyes. “What about you?” Tim asks, trying to exert some measure of control over the conversation. “What do you want?”
“Thought we were talking about you?” Tim might have let it go with that if not for the note of nervousness in Bernard's voice and the red creeping up the back of his neck.
“We can talk about both of us.”
“It’s not important right now.”
Tim reaches out then. He takes Bernard's hand in his because Bernard makes him laugh and he looks so nervous and Tim wants to. Bernard looks down at their hands in surprise and Tim doesn’t actually feel worried. Just expectant that Bernard is going to squeeze their fingers together more securely. He does. “You sure?” Tim asks.
Bernard just looks at him. Mouth parted with shock. He seems to come back to himself though and his expression of surprise turns into something more confident. More familiar. “What if I wanted you?” he asks, hesitancy and confidence rolled into one voice.
“Give me some time to remember how to want things, and I think I’ll want that too.” Tim replies, just as unsure and utterly certain.
Bernard tangles their fingers together a little more firmly in response and Tim feels more hopeful than he has in a long time.
#SO URBAN LEGENDS HUH??#if dc say sike rn I am going to take that as a hate crime against me PERSONALLY#dc#dc fandom#batman#writing#fic rec#batman fic rec#tim drake#bernard dowd#red robin#timber#urban legends#batman urban legends#ngl i might clean this up and expand on it a bit and put it on ao3#all the sections were meant to be as short as barbara's lmao#i'm so bad at writing romance i couldn't even get them to kiss#i quite liked how the other parts turned out though?? idk
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can i please request rfa with mc who has constant stomach , head and back pain thanks to stress / anxiety please ?
of course~ i'm kinda going through something similar ha... classes are scheduled to start again soon and my anxiety always spikes worse than it does regularly.
RFA with an MC who has Constant Stomach, Head, and Back Pain Due to Anxiety/Stress
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yoosung kim:
your entire day had been a nightmare.
from participating in classes and working a part time job, you were worn out.
honestly, you felt quite sick.
you hadn’t noticed how much your body was aching until you had finally arrived home.
aiming for your bed, you wasted no time in unpacking before landing straight into your pillows.
the stress and anxiety the day gave you has now left you barely awake, small groans of pain leaving your mouth.
some higher power had given you the gift of sleep for no more than an hour before you were awoken by a phone call.
of course saeyoung would mess with you after he’d seen you on the cctvs walking home exhausted.
yet to your shock, it was yoosung.
you could’ve sworn he told you earlier that he had to study this hour.
quickly composing yourself the best you could, you answered to be greeted with a whined hi.
“hi yoosung” you responded, thinking you had masked your tired state well enough.
but you had always been a poor actor after all.
he paused, before asking “are you okay?”
in this state, you couldn’t be bothered to lie to him, getting into some kind of debate over your wellbeing.
“i’m just... exhausted. my entire body is aching” you admitted.
hearing a small sigh through the other end of the phone, you were about say your goodbyes for the night before he responded, “how come princess”.
his tone matched your upset one, yet with a hint of sympathy added on.
you sighed, responding “i’ve had an exhausting day, it’s taken a tole on me”.
he had to stop, thinking of the best ways to comfort you.
after a few seconds of no response, you continued “sorry yoosung, but i just want to rest right now”.
quickly, he snapped out of his thought process, not realizing the silence he had been giving you.
“that’s alright, please sleep well” he said, before hearing the sound of you hanging up the phone.
once you had come to your senses the following day, you noticed something was off.
french toast wasn’t something that spread in the air often in your apartment.
yet your suspicions were cut short as yoosung came around the corner, noticing your awakened state.
shocked, you began to sit up before being pushed back down, completely caught off guard.
“no work for you today lady, you just rest” he said, before running back out to the kitchen, bringing back a plate of french toast seconds later.
you couldn’t help but smile, yet a question popped up in your mind.
“wait, how am i going to eat this if i can’t sit up” you asked.
“easy, i’ll feed you”, problem solved.
hyun ryu / zen:
boarding the bus with zen, the first thing that caught your attention was the sheer compacity inside.
you two were only planning to take the bus 10 minutes to a new cafe that opened in town.
it was the perfect day to do so.
you and zen had off work, the weather was great, and it wasn’t predicted to be busy.
taking hold of the first railing you could find, keeping zen’s hand in your grip, you couldn’t help but to start getting overwhelmed.
there were so many people looking at you as you got on, and now you were stuck between a bunch of strangers looking you up and down with nothing else to do.
you felt your stomach start to turn, you knew this feeling well.
if you didn’t get off soon, you’d be sick and start crying with everything going on.
8 minutes in, you couldn’t take it anymore.
you had tried to get through by zoning out and thinking about other things, yet nothing was in your favour.
you were terrified, and now physically ill.
mentally preparing yourself, you pulled the string, your hand cutting between two heads of people you’d never seen before.
who knows if they were judging you?
that thought didn’t help a thing.
the bus came to a stop within the next few seconds, and you pulled zen’s hand tightly, practically pulling him off the bus.
“babe, we get off up there” he said, pointing north as the bus had taken off again.
you couldn’t handle a conversation with him right now, you needed to find a washroom.
taking notice of a camp-like washroom set up alongside the park a few steps away, you rushed off.
zen chased you in shock, attempting to grab a hold of your arm, to which you flicked him off of several times before reaching the area.
now he was stuck, not being able to go farther once you dashed into the ladies room.
he stood in a ball of confusion and worry.
you hadn’t acted like this before.
while inside the washroom, you locked yourself in the stall to the back, attempting to collect yourself.
once you came to the realization that your strategy wasn’t working, you just let it all out.
you felt like shit.
god, you had ruined the entire day with zen, embarrassed the two of you, and now you had made yourself physically sick.
you stayed in there for 15 minutes, simply balling your eyes out before deciding to go out and talk to him.
seeing you emerge from the washroom door, he took the best approach he imagined, pulling you into a tight hug as his eyes came across your redden face.
“i’m sorry” you muttered out, your face pressed against his chest.
quickly, he responds “it’s okay jagi, please tell me why you’re so upset”, comforting you with the tone of his voice, making you ease up a touch.
“i, there were so many people on the bus. i got sick, i was so anxious” you let out.
you knew how accepting your boyfriend was, which was why you weren’t shocked by the comforting words he spoke next.
“shhh, i get it, don’t cry”, pulling back a bit to clear the hair from your face.
he continued, saying “do you need anything? some medicine, drink?”
you shook your head, saying “no, i just need to calm myself down for a bit”.
“of course” he said, holding you until you said you were okay again not too long after.
jaehee kang:
“ugh” you let out, walking past jaehee with a throbbing pain in your head.
the cafe was making you unbelievably stressed, it was nothing like you’d ever experienced.
stress was a major downside to your cafes growing popularity, though you didn’t expect it.
little to your knowledge, jaehee heard ur groan, getting away from the counter for a spilt second.
“hm?” she said, before continuing “are you okay mc?”
“i just...” you paused, thinking of your next words.
you didn’t want to lie to her, but you didn’t want to make her worried on top of the already stressful situation.
“my head just hurts” you said, hoping to pass it off as a simple headache.
“are you alright? when did it start?” she asked, concern lacing her tone.
these pains were nothing new to you, but they got worse each and every time.
you had no energy to lie at this point, you were already done in by the day.
“the stress is getting to me, my head always aches when these things happen” you answered.
you could see her facial expression pause, as if she was deep in thought.
yet the expression changed within the minute as she responded “please go home, take the day off”.
you were blown away.
of course you didn’t want to leave jaehee alone, but you knew you couldn’t carry on like this for long.
you quickly argued “i can’t do that, you’ll be left with the stress alone”.
she gave a small smile, glancing at the clock, before responding “thank you for worrying, but i’ll be alright. there’s only an hour before closing and i can tell how bad this is effecting you”.
hence why with hesitation, you took her up on the offer.
you gathered your stuff up to leave, and went on autopilot, waking up the next day covered in warm blankets.
you couldn’t remember a thing after leaving, but you could feel how calm your body became with a bit of stress relief.
and you made sure to give jaehee your biggest thanks the next day.
jumin han:
you had started your new business over the summer.
and being the wife of c&r’s chariman-to-be, naturally people were intrigued.
many were incredibly supportive, although the occasional rumours surfaced from time to time.
crazy ideas you wouldn’t have been able to think of yourself.
suddenly you were the daughter of a president aboard, you and jumin weren’t actually married, and you only used jumin to fund and grow your business.
all completely foolish, never lasting more than a week.
however, this time around was different.
you had woken up to articles suggesting you were having an affair on your husband with your father in law, and that you had been using company profit for your own benefit.
how they came to these conclusions was beyond you, but you let it slide for now thinking it would only last a few days.
certainly nobody would believe this, there was no evidence brought forward and nothing you did had ever hinted towards these claims.
but that wasn’t the case this time.
one week went by and nothing changed.
two weeks went by and you noticed that the rumours had only increased and more was being added to the story.
now three weeks had passed, and things were only getting worse.
you had started getting emails about the rumours and sponsors had started pulling out to stay safe.
not only was it getting to you in a business sense, but your body had become ridden with stress and anxiety.
you woke up everyday in an upset mood, the first thing you noticed after coming to your senses was the back throughout your entire body.
though today it was focused in your abdomen.
this morning was no different from the previous few.
except jumin had stayed home from work for elizabeth the thirds yearly checkup.
he was the overreactive father to his cat daughter.
when he returned home with the news of elizabeths pristine health, he was met with your sleeping figure.
it was something out of the ordinary as you were usually awake at 6am.
yet it was 10am and he was standing beside your sleeping state.
remembering you had work, he shook you with ease to wake you up.
watching as you slowly opened your eyes, and within a snap you jumped up from the position you were lying in.
“what time is it?” you asked your husband frantically.
his eyes widen, slowly answered “it’s 10am, are you alright love?”
you wanted to cry.
you had woken up earlier at your usual time to an upset stomach, took some medication to ease your nerves, and laid down on your phone for a bit.
falling asleep wasn’t the plan.
“i didn’t mean to fall asleep, i need to-” you said, finding yourself in sobs midway through.
you couldn’t continue.
the tears fell uncontrollably, all the stress and worries coming out.
and jumin was at a loss for words.
yet he went to embrace you, calming you down through little words of endearment.
when you were finally calm enough to communicate, he asked “what’s going on?”
you let it all out, though you wanted to hide it from him earlier, you were desperate for things to subside at this point.
“there are all these rumours that have been going around for weeks, stuff about me getting with your father, using profit for myself, and using your entire family for exposure.”
you inhaled, being continuing “i thought they would end, but they keep going on and now it’s effecting my business. i just want it to stop”.
you stopped yourself from breaking down again, quickly composing yourself.
jumin paused, unsure of what to say.
hearing your sobs shattered his heart.
there were so many questions he needed answered, where would he even begin.
thinking for a bit, he asked “why didn’t you tell me earlier? it pains me to see you in tears”.
looking up to meet his eyes, you answered “i didn’t want you to worry”.
you knew it wasn’t an excuse he’d take seriously, but you were honest.
“your wellbeing comes before me, do not worry about my state”.
he had told you that since the day you became a couple.
adding onto that, he said “you’re staying home today. get some rest and i’ll take care of everything”.
you couldn’t argue, and part of you felt relieved getting it off your shoulders.
doing as he asked, you fell asleep again, napping like a baby.
you woke up again sometime around noon, immediately looking through your phone.
a new article caught your eye.
“Chairman Han denies all rumours involving MC and the upcoming business” it read.
you knew it wasn’t over yet, but you found comfort in the fact that it was finally thrown out of the water.
and within the next few days, you noticed your mood return to normalcy along with your body.
the stomach aches, headaches, and back pain disappeared.
you had learned your lesson, and didn’t hide your worries from then on.
saeyoung choi:
you dragged saeyoung out of the house for the night.
being the hard task that it was, you were understandably tired.
but you wouldn’t let that stop the night in front of you from being a success.
you had planned a special date to the movies in celebration of your birthday.
it was a movie you had wanted to see since it came out a year prior.
you were expecting to leave in a scared state of mind due to the movies horror nature.
what you weren’t expecting was the compacity of the movie theatre.
you wouldn’t be quick to admit it, but the sheer look of things frightened you.
it shouldn’t have been that hard to sit down and stare at a screen.
but all your attention was taken off of the movie, now directed at the people around you.
were they looking at you funny?
did you have something on your face?
were they judging you?
these questions wouldn’t leave your mind.
though you made multiple internal attempts to stop it, they just kept coming.
eventually it got too much, the nerves overwhelmed you, and you felt your stomach become physically ill.
you were gonna be sick, you thought.
turning to whisper to saeyoung, excusing yourself from the movie, you left to the washroom.
there were people in the ladies room as well, but they eventually left one by one.
you hung your head over the toilet seat, just waiting for your body to give in.
it was probably best to hide out in the stall for the remainder of the movie, you figured.
and that you tried to do, until saeyoung became suspicious and started looking for you 20 minutes later.
after searching the halls, the only reasonable conclusion left was that you were in the washroom.
he became worried that you were ill and needed help.
hence why he stood outside the door, yelling your name inside.
it caught you off guard, you weren’t ready to face him yet and have an excuse prepared.
though you didn’t have long to stay in your thoughts for long once he yelled your name out again.
leaving your safe area for the foreseeable future, you hesitantly went outside.
the red lining your eyes and your skin beginning to pale was the first thing that came to his attention as you met him outside.
“are you alright?” he asked, his voice full of fright.
“my stomach hurts” you answered, while not technically lying.
you didn’t want to come across as ruining the night by your own fear.
“i’m sorry” you let out, the guilt getting to you.
he hugged you, saying “don’t apologize, please, we’ll go home”.
he didn‘t know exactly why you became sick, but he knew better than to keep you in public while being so sick.
once you arrived home, he asked “did you catch something?” caressing your leg as you sat beside him in the parked car.
“umm” you thought for a second, “i think so”.
he looked you dead in the eye, a full minute passing by, before responding “you’re not a very good liar”.
you looked at him in confusion, trying to pass your lie off as reality.
“please, tell me the truth” he pleaded.
now you were hurting him, you thought.
your lies were too see-through to continue with this, hence why you fessed up.
“my anxiety got the best of me, there were too many people there, it made me sick” you confessed.
you felt the comfort of a hand on your shoulder within a second, feeling shitty for ending your date early.
“i understand” he said, continuing “we can have an even better night at home instead”.
you smiled, glad to see him okay with the current situation.
“of course, thank you” you said.
the rest of the night was full of sweets and cuddles, watching a fluffy drama on the tv.
you fell asleep on the couch together, awoken by saeran the next morning wanting to sit down within saeyoungs foot in his lap.
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20:00 AST - 09/06/21
#mystic messenger#mysme#mystic messenger head canon#mysme headcanons#Yoosung Kim#yoosung x mc#yoosung#zen#mysme zen#zen x mc#hyun ryu#jaehee kang#jaehee x mc#jaehee#jumin x mc#jumin han#jumin#mysme jumin#saeyoung choi#saeyoung x mc#saeyoung#707 x mc#mysme 707#707#luciel choi
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Awsamdude-Taking my Hat Darlin'?
Warnings: sexual innuendos
There was always a unsaid code around the farms, bars, and just in your small town.
Never take a Cowboy's hat unless your planning to go home with him.
But you didn't know this. Although you had lived around the area, you did move away briefly for college. Moving back in with your Grandmother for the summer, so it was quite understandable.
Your grandmother was a quaint little thing, like every southern grandmother, you were well loved, fed and raised well. She was proud of you, and the woman you had become.
Moving back for the summer left you excited and a bit sad. The busy college life had became the normal, something you found a little peace in was your daily routine, which was now disturbed and replaced with anew. But by the end you were not disappointed.
The little snippet of information you forgot, was that your Grandmother lived next to a rather large farm. Which was nothing bad of course, its where your elementary friend Sam lived for a long time. The two of you were inseparable, always walking to the bus stop together, spending holidays together, and anything and everything under the sun.
All n all you were the best of friends.
But he didn't attend a college, to you he had practically dropped off all communication it seemed. Part of you worried he didn't want to see you truthfully.
The Sunday was normal, most of the town being off at Church, well very few stayed home. Of course you had explained to your grandmother that you had to catch up on laundry, and other items you hadn't had time for, so with a sweet kiss to your head and a hug, your grandmother parted off.
The day was more than hot enough to hang the clothes and sheets out on the line, rather than fuss with the dryer. But well you hanged up the clothes, the last thing you expected to see was a bronze horse riding towards you, well a handsome young boy rode atop, hips rocking along with the easy gallop. His hat hid the sun from his eyes, his hand securely holding the reins well a joyful dog ran beside him.
It looked like a movie scene.
"Hey Darlin' did you happen to see a young calf run through here?" His accent ran through with a thick roll, yet his voice was soft and shown his kindness.
You batted your eyes a bit and looked around a bit. "Not that I remember..." when you looked back to the Boy you noticed him curse under his breath.
"Alright'... well thank you, if you do- please let me know- my ma's gonna kill me" he said, lightly tugging at the reins to turn the horse. When you expected him to run off he paused a moment. Turning back to face you. "You uh- look very familiar... What's your name?" He asked, confusion lacing through his gaze.
You paused a moment, noticing he looked familiar too. "(Y/n)... I'm staying with my Grandma currently..." you explained, your mind trying to recall where you have seen his face.
The boy blinked a bit, his cheeks flushing red well he glanced you over briefly. "Well I'll be darned... Look at you." He said, looking at you in awe.
Well he obviously recognized you, you didn't recognize him. "I'm sorry, but... you look familiar but I don't know from where." You apologized slowly. The boy didn't take any offense however, instead he grinned, tilting his hat a bit to you.
"Don't remember me? Sam?" He said amused.
Your jaw dropped. Last you saw of Sam, he was just a small, slim famers son, he couldn't even look you in the eyes, and now he’s looking down at you with soft gazing eyes. "S-Sam??" You stammered, questions flooding your mind well He couldn't help and chuckle.
"Yes ma'am. You should stop by my place tonight, were having a bonfire, it would be great to catch up with you again over a drink or two- I'd love to stay and talk but I gotta' find that missin' calf before the coyotes do" he said giving you a smile. With a swing of his hips and a nudge of his boot he took off down the trail again. Leaving you with a open jaw.
You did end up taking that offer- and about the other 500 ones he offered. Late night bonfires became a thing, a thing the two of you often did together.
But soon those turned into dinner dates, and trips to the local bar for dancing. But you would never forget the one night...
You and Sam had been out dancing, which had ended with you having a few shots of whiskey- and then having the confidence to try and ride the mechanical bull.
Sam was not going to stop you, with him having a few drinks, if anything, he wanted to see how your hips swiveled, and kept time with that bull, and boy he wasn't disappointed.
His eyes were glued to your body the whole time, even when he took a sip he would make eye contact with you over the edge of his glass. Any onlookers would have assumed the two of you were personal.
Well- almost everyone.
One woman had been looking Sam up all night, to her, he was the best thing she had ever seen. But when you had hopped off that bull and strung yourself on Sam's arm- she was livid.
She couldn't help but try and up you, so she hopped up on the bull and -sloppily, tried to copy you. But to her dismay Sam didn't pay her any mind, his eyes glued to you.
So she tried again. Only this time she took it too far for Sam.
You had been dancing against Sam, his hands holding your hips, holding you both together. Without a second thought she had roamed up and started to try and dance against him, shoving you from his arms.
Of course Sam wasn't having it, but what made him livid, is when she took his hat and put it on her head. His jaw went from slack to tightened. He didn't lash or yell but his face said it all. So you took the stance for him.
Without a second thought you took the hat from her, putting it on your own head, not missing a beat when grabbing his arm and pulling him away from her sharply. "I suggest you find someone else... This ones mine."
Sam couldn't help but feel a bit turned on by your forwardness. When the woman stop and stuttered, Sam wrapped his arms around you tighter, his own way of showing his possessiveness.
"Now, now... No need to get protective there Darlin'..." Sam cooed into your ear, his breath hot against your ear and neck.
By the time the two of you had decided to leave, it was nightfall, the Peeper's were out and croaking well the dew hugged the grass, showing the signs of a colder summer night.
When you had walked up to Sam's truck, like usual he had moved to open the door for you, but paused short before pushing the handle. With a confused look, you glanced up at him.
Taking the cue that he wanted to talk. You turned to face him, his hat still firmly rested on your head. "Baby girl... do you know what it means when you steal a Cowboy's hat?..." he asked, tone low and flirty.
You felt heat rush your cheeks, or maybe it was the warm liquor running through you, either way you shook your head slowly. Earning a chuckle deep from Sam's throat. "It means you intend to take that Cowboy home... and uh... well" he said, risking a glance up towards his hat. "You takin me home?..."
Well you faltered with words, Sam watched your eyes glance to his lips. Picking up the cue of what you had in mind.
"Did you want a kiss?..." he asked quietly. "Or is the liquor talking?..."
"I want to kiss you..." you said quietly, hoping for him to lean closer.
Thankfully he didn't hesitate, with your back pressed to his pickup, he kissed you, his warm firm hands holding your hips gently.
Yet all your brain was saying, was "Never take a Cowboy's hat unless your planning to go home with him"
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If you've not already done so, can you do a percy jackson/tua crossover type hc? This feels very demanding of me even though people ask you these types of things, so sorry if it sounds rude.
Of course! I’ve written a couple like this but tagging on tumblr is awful so I can never find them again.
Edit: didn’t realize until after I wrote it how long this was so... my bad...
Luther is the son of Zeus. He’s raised by the half-blood camp knowing he’s part of an important prophecy. Because of that he never knew a life away from being a hero. That can make him insufferable at times, and he has a huge hero complex, but he’s also someone you want on your side.
He’s sent on a quest to fetch the rest of the seven in order to complete the prophecy.
Diego, son of Apollo. Amazing aim but he uses knives instead of a bow as a direct fuck you at the gods. He too has a hero complex but also hates the gods for abandoning him. His father barely knows he exists. After his mother was killed by a monster he spent almost a year crossing the country to get to the supposed safe place his mother told him about. Camp Half Blood.
Allison, daughter of Aphrodite. She’s the strongest charm speaker the gods have ever known. She’s also never lived her life without it. After she misuses her power against some bullies, she runs away from home. She tries to survive without her powers when the guilt of her past plagues her. This doesn’t work very well however when she almost dies from monster attacks.
Allison is kidnapped by a Cyclops wanting to cook her when she meets Diego... who also happened to have been kidnapped. They escape together and she decides to follow him to Camp Half Blood.
Klaus, son of Hades. He’s not supposed to exist. The gods don’t acknowledge him. Hades can’t help him. He’s on his own.
Klaus was orphaned at birth but he has never been alone. The ghosts are always there. As a teen her turns to drugs in order to tune out their screams. This works for a while...
... until he’s attacked by monsters one night at a club. He’s saved by Diego and Allison. He decides to follow them to camp half blood. He doesn’t fully believe their tales of gods. He knows he isn’t a hero. But he owes Ben a favor, and his ghost friend really seems to think that it’s a good idea.
Five son of... well no one knows. He’s never been claimed. He’s lived in the Hermes cabin since arriving at Camp Half Blood at thirteen years old. He thinks it’s been decades. He’s not sure. No one can remember a time he hasn’t been there. No one can remember how long he’s lived there. He still looks thirteen.
Time doesn’t matter to Five. He can’t remember a life outside of camp half blood. He can’t remember a time he didn’t look thirteen. He can’t remember how long he’s been at camp. He can’t remember when the voice of his father started to haunt his dreams, but he can ignore the orders no longer.
When Luther leaves on a quest for camp, Five knows he needs to follow. So he does. Even if the truth could mean his death.
Can a son of Kronos even be part of a prophecy? If his new friends knew the truth... would they even let him live?
Ben is a ghost. He died almost fifteen years ago. He doesn’t remember his parents, doesn’t remember ever having powers... He knows his fate though. He’s seen it hundreds of times before. If you can’t pay the toll, you drift. You drift in the earthly plane until you can’t remember anything, until you can’t think, until you’re nothing but mist and regret.
He won’t let that happen. Klaus is a beacon. He’s a lighthouse during a storm. But more than that. When Ben is with Klaus, he can almost remember what it’s like to be human. He can almost remember Camp Half Blood.
Now if only he can keep that idiot alive long enough to remember everything else. Like why can Klaus see him even when he’s drugged? And why does Ben have a portal to Tartarus in his stomach?
Vanya is the last to join their group. She’s ordinary. There’s nothing special about her. She can play the violin although not particularly well. She feels like a half blood, although just faintly. She barely even attracts any monsters. She’s nothing. A minor God’s child, left to die at the claws of any monster hungry enough to bother with someone like her.
Until she levels an entire building.
The half-bloods find Vanya by accident while hiding from a manticore. She just happens to be at the coffee shop with her high school orchestra, on their way to a performance in the next town over. They only stopped because their bus was having engine trouble.
The half-bloods are shocked when the manticore is distracted from hunting them by Vanya, a seemingly normal human girl...
But even through the protection magic... the manticore can smell her power.
And then she accidentally brings the entire building down by playing a single note on her violin.
Is she a daughter of Apollo? The music would make sense. Ares maybe? With a strength like that? Athena? One of the big three?
Vanya follows them, searching for answers. And they follow Luther, on a quest he was raised to follow all his life.
To save the world from an apocalypse that has yet to happen.
Meanwhile Hera watches from above, terrified that her affair will be revealed to the world through the existence of her only daughter.
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traitor (pt 1)
An:please let me know what you guys think! Let me know if you want more! Thanks guys!
third person pov
Isaac and y/n were inseparable, or so it seemed from the outside looking in. They had known each other for what seemed like forever. It was during their freshman year that they started dating.
“Isaac, I can’t keep letting this happen to you. It’s not fair, you don’t deserve this.” y/n said.
“He’s my dad, y/n. He’s all I got left, I can’t tell anyone. I don’t WANT to tell anyone.”
“You’re miserable, you can’t live like this. You SHOULDN’T live like this.”
“I’m not miserable, y/n/n/ as long as I have you I could never be miserable. I-I...I love you y/n. I love you so much, you’re the only thing that keeps me going every day. I can’t lose you…”
“Isaac, you could never lose me, I’ll always be here for you, always. I love you too, I think I always have.”
The rest was history after that, Isaac and y/n spent even more time together. y/n always made sure that Isaac had a place to stay when things got bad with his dad. They spent countless nights together after that.
When his dad was killed by Jackson and Isaac was turned by Derek, y/n instantly knew something was up. She had always known something was weird about Beacon Hills, but she could never imagine what was really going on. Isaac had to tell her, there was no way around it. And with that newfound information, y/n saw a lot more of the supernatural world.
Derek...werewolf. Boyd….Erika...werewolf. Scott...werewolf. Jackson….kamina. Lydia….was something. Although, they didn’t find that out until later. Allison...werewolf hunter (and that was sure awkward seeing as all the werewolves she was hanging around). And Stiles...well he was just a sarcastic ass human.
It took a lot for y/n to grasp all that was happening. And although Isaac was different at first when he got bitten, they seemed to fall right back into place. That was until the Alpha Pack came to town. Isaac wasn’t the same, and he no longer seemed to need y/n as much. She even offered her house to him when Derek kicked him out, but he chose to stay with Scott.
y/n pov
“Lydia, I know something is wrong. Isaac is not the same. It’s like we’re not even together anymore. I haven’t talked to him in 2 days...complete radio silence.”
“y/n/n, have you tried to talk to him? Called him, texted him?” She asked me.
“Well, no. But he usually texts me first in the mornings...and when he didn’t yesterday I thought I would see how long it would take for him to say something. I haven’t even seen him in school yet.”
“I think you’re overreacting. I’m sure everything is fine. There is a lot going on right now with the Alpha Pack” She told me reassuringly.
We parted ways as I made my way to first period English. Stiles and Scott were in this class with me, so at least I would have their antics to distract me from how I was feeling. I just knew that something was wrong. I’ve never gone this long without talking to Isaac since the day we met.
“Hey y/n/n!” Scott called to me as I walked into class and I sent him a wave.
I took my seat behind him and next to Stiles, “You okay y/n?” Stiles asked me.
“Yeah, I’m okay, just tired. Thanks for asking.” It wasn’t a complete lie, seeing as I got maybe an hour of sleep worrying about Isaac last night.
As class started, I listened to the hush whispers of Stiles and Scott discussing the Alpha Pack, nodding my heading and agreeing where I should. I was still learning a lot about the supernatural world, but I tried to help when I could. After English, I had Algebra with Isaac, I was dreading it. Would he even talk to me? I got there early and sat in my normal seat. Issac came in a second before the bell rang and took his normal seat next to me.
“Feels like you’re avoiding me Isaac.”
“Well, I’m not y/n. I’ve just been busy.” He said to me harshly.
“Obviously. I know what’s going on Isaac, but that hasn’t stopped you from talking to me before…”
“Ms. y/l/n and Mr. Lahey, would you like to continue your conversation in detention or pay attention to the lesson.”
We both mumbled our apologies and focused on the class. It was an agonizing amount of time before the bell rang. We both had lunch after this, so I wasn’t letting him get away so easily. I followed him out of the classroom and was hot on his tail.
“y/n I do not want to talk right now okay, I just want to get through the day and figure out what is going on with these sacrifices.” He whisper-yelled at me.
“I know a lot is happening right now Isaac, but this feels like more than that. This is the first time we’ve talked in two days and that’s fucking not us. If I didn’t know any better I wouldn’t even think we were dating anymore.” I said back just as aggressively.
“Damn it! Well maybe we shouldn’t date anymore!” Isaac yelled at me, at such a level that all the chatter in the hallway around us came to a complete stop.
I couldn’t even focus on that, “Do you mean that?” I whispered.
“I don’t know y/n, honestly, I just don’t know.” He looked down at the ground as the people in the hallway quietly started again, surely discussing what they were witnessing.
“Well if you don’t know how you feel anymore, then that really just says it all, doesn’t it Isaac.” I said, tears already forming.
“I don’t think I love you anymore, y/n.” He said barely above a whisper.
I couldn’t believe he was doing this right now, in the hallway, in front of all these people who were clearly watching, “Well, that just settles it then doesn’t it. Don’t ever talk to me again Lahey, we’re completely done.”
I walked down the hallway before he could say anything else and before my tears could fall for everyone to see. Usually I take the bus or ride home with Lydia, but seeing as it was only lunch time, I would just have to walk home. I knew my mom was gonna freak about me skipping, but I couldn’t care less at this point. Halfway through the walk home, it started raining, go fucking figure. By the time I walked in my front door, I already had two missed calls from Lydia and texts from Stiles and Scott. I was sure they heard about what happened and I couldn’t stand to face them right now. I literally only knew them through Isaac and now we were done.
#stiles x y/n#isaac lahey#stiles stilinksi x reader#teen wolf x reader#teen wolf imagine#stiles stilinski
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Blood Bounty - Part 3 (M) - Finale
Pairings: Yoongi x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, ft. Seokjin x Namjoon
Word Count: 15.5K
Rating: M
Genre: Historical fantasy AU, Vampire AU, Thriller, Drama, Smut
Warnings (CONTAINS SPOILERS): Dub-con (consent is freely given but the context is dubious), non-con vampire feeding, non-con kiss, unprotected sex, light bondage, oral sex (f. rec.), cum eating, pain during intercourse (don’t be like the OC here in the beginning and try to conceal it, you should tell your partner if something hurts), somewhat antiquated thoughts on virginity, virgin reader (it’s a flashback and there’s a small amount of blood...), death of major and minor characters, drugging (with vampire blood), murder, violence, blood, gore, sexism, blood slavery, kidnapping, captivity, forced marriage, manipulation, gaslighting, once again it’s some pretty dark shit, consider yourself warned.
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Summary: He’s taken everything from you, your blood, your memories, your life, and after months spent as Taehyung’s own personal feast, you eagerly take your chance to flee. Unfortunately your escape doesn’t go as well as you had hoped, as you are soon caught by another blood thirsty beast. The vampire Yoongi claims to know you, and that he wishes to return you home. But when you can only remember the pain caused by his kind, you find it difficult to trust him, since he too could just be another monster waiting to feed.
A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who stuck with me through this mini-series. I truly hope you enjoy the end of this tale (and the hints to another separate series in the works 😉).
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Your new stead is surprisingly responsive to your commands, possibly desiring to get as far away from the predators as you. Taking you down the road to the kingdom at a startling pace, causing several branches to whip painfully in your direction. When a stinging blow inevitably lands on your brow, enough to draw a spot of blood, you pull back on the speed of your mount. You are not so far now that you worry about making it back before nightfall.
The route home becomes more populated the closer you get. For the first time in years you are among people like you again. Those who see you as just another person passing by, not a temping entree, nor a traveller to rob. Some even nod to you as they cross your path, you respond in kind, but keep your face hidden beneath the hood of your cloak.
Your first few paces inside the town comes as quite a shock. The notable gathering spots are even more vacant than they were during your nighttime strolls. With the stalls of the market bare, and so many businesses closed, the only well occupied space appears to be the mounted boards on the end of every other street. You stop at one littered with official orders for curfews, new regulations, and missing souls. The most notable of all to you is the obituary detailing your brothers passing.
You swallow back your grief, and proceed to examine the document claiming that he had died of a devastating injury and no more. It seems your parents will still not admit to any weakness that might carry in the family's blood. But with each stamped flyer, there’s been an addition made, one that was obviously not approved by the crown.
‘The crown prince is dead, and our princess lost. If we let them rule any longer we will be next!’
You are stunned by the note, fearing how bad the circumstances must have become in your absence. Backing away from the board you prod your stead onward and in the direction of the public stables. Hoping to find the mount it’s own new home, while you return to yours.
“Three pence for a night,” The master grunts, looking up from his work as you dismount near the entrance to the paddock.
“I have no coin, but-”
“No coin, no stall. Don’t waste my time and move along.” He interrupts before returning to shovelling the pungent manure.
You wrinkle your nose at the odour and persist in your efforts. “I was going to offer for you to take ownership of him instead. I have no use for him now.”
“Keep him? Tell me, how did you come to own this stead? Is it truly yours? ” He leers down, placing you beneath his scrutinous glare. “People don’t just give up a worthy horse. How can I know that there is not someone out there who will come looking for it and will blame me for their loss?”
“I can assure you the last owner will not come to retrieve him. Now do you want the horse or should I go find another who is willing to take my offer? Maybe that nice family there.” You point to a couple making their way into a nearby building.
Your bluff calls his, leading the man to grimace and huff, “Fine. I will take it, now be gone with you.”
With the horse now tended to, you start to walk away, passing the entrance to the tavern, the door the mentioned pair just walked into. It’s hard not to take note of its current occupancy, for it is packed with people, all shouting and trying to have their say. With the entryway cracked open an inch you are able to catch several snippets of the debate.
“We can’t wait any longer. They are changing the narrative as we speak! Now stating they hold out hope for the princess’s return.”
“And what if she does?” A familiar man stands in argument. “Would you have us send the kingdom into turmoil when hope still exists? I would not be as I stand before you today without the surgeon she sent to us. A blacksmith cannot work without a hand. My wife and I would have been out on the street before long.”
“Can you not see what they are doing for what it is?” The first speaks again to counter his point. “It’s a convenient ploy! With an heir lost, only the promise of another, with more favour than them will quell our anger. If she was still alive they would have found her by now.” He pauses to pat the smith on the shoulder. “I mourn her loss too my good friend, but we can’t wait for a small sliver of hope when we continue to live the way we do. Taxed within an inch of our livelihoods, while the list of missing continues to grow and those who are in charge hide behind their walls, keeping secrets that affect us all. If she returns we can offer her a good standing among us. But their rule must end.”
You edge closer and closer to the door trying to get a better view of the meeting in progress, when a throat clears and grunts, “Run along lad...” Nearly jumping from the fright you turn around to find the stable master having come up from behind. Bowing your head you comply, thankful that he had not realized the gravity of what you overheard.
What had truly happened in the time you were gone? This isn’t just contempt but a full blown revolution building. Your people think you dead, and understandably so, but if they see that you are alive and well, maybe a better path can be found than one that will surely end in blood.
When considering your options you know there will be no way in through the front gates, your parents have always kept them heavily guarded, and no one will believe you are the child of the king and queen dressed as you are now. Rather than stir up trouble, you proceed to your fastest route in, the trap door hidden on the perimeter.
In your absence it appears to have remained unused. The roots of the hedge have grown over, needing to be tugged out of place until the hinges and wood are freed from their grasp. You drop down into the passage, closing the hatch behind. With no light, nor lantern you are left to navigate the abandoned hall in the dark. The palm of your hand brushes against the damp stone wall, crossing cobwebs and critters on it’s trek to lead you to the portrait door. You try your best not to think of the time spent in this place, and the company you are now left without, but the sound of your steps resonates around you. Tricking your ear into thinking it a whisper of the past, as if his promises still remain locked away down here, echoing off the bedrock for you to claim.
You are grateful when you finally reach the castle's interior, although for the time of day even the palace appears deserted and cold, you slip about the halls feeling like a stranger in your own home. Hoping to return to your old bedroom before you find anyone else, so you can at least reclaim another part of what you once were. But when you find the door and step inside someone is already there, crying at the foot of your bed. It’s too late to back away for they look up, just as startled as you. It’s your former lady’s maid who steps back from shock at your appearance, followed by a baffled stare when she catches a glimpse of your face.
“My word...” She gasps as tears continue to roll down her cheeks, “I never thought I’d see you again. He brought you back, I can’t believe he brought you back.” She runs forward wrapping her arms around you, a blubbering speech follows. “I’m so sorry, your b-brother... he’s gone. After everything that happened, everything you did, he’s still gone. An-and the threats to the crown, ever since his death everyone has been in an uproar. I haven’t dared to leave the grounds out of fear that someone will know I work here.”
“It’ll be okay. We will figure this out.” You attempt to calm the maid you can only remember fragments of. She must have thought you had run off with Yoongi that night, but now is not the time to correct her with actual horrors you endured.
“Having you back now will surely pull the king and queen from their stupor. They have been pleading and praying for your return.” She looks down at your clothes with apprehension. “Court is in session right now. They are locked away until a matter is settled, but we can ready you to meet with them once they are finished.” You nod prompting her to seek out your wardrobe. “I’ve been keeping them well looked after in case of your return.” She pulls out a dark dress, a sign of mourning for your brother. “I believe this will still fit. You don’t look to have changed much.”
As she laces you in you can feel the garment tug on your ribs and chest. Maybe a little too small, but it will have to do for the time being. Once finished she escorts you to the dining room, while you continue to marvel at the empty halls. “Where is everyone?”
“Much has changed... your parents' fears have grown in the time you’ve been gone. They feel they can trust far fewer than they have before, and so, many of the staff were let go. If anyone ever even asked about you they too were sent away.” She stops at the set of double doors and urges you inside. “If you remain here and I will go and have the King and Queen informed as soon as the proceedings let out.”
“Wait, don’t leave...” You were going to ask her more questions to address the gaps in your past, hoping you might stir more than a few moments you have of her and your life here, but she has already closed the door and departed.
You are left in the dining hall, waiting only with the excessive spread of your parents forthcoming dinner. The feel of the room compared to the passage below is unfamiliar, unlike the dark narrow tunnel this place is void of memory and the feelings that come with it. You pray that such a disconnect will not last long.
Mounted up on the back wall you find your family’s portrait. Staring at it at the faces and details, you remain so until slivers of the painting's creation surfaces in your mind. You hated that gown, for its rigid seams and heavy fabric took quite a toll as you stood there for hours behind your brother. He was seated due to his condition but you were told to stand and remain still, while the prince takes the forefront of the picture.
It had been made not long before you disappeared from the kingdom. You can recall dwelling on how little blood you had left, while the painter took your likeness. Your parents look so happy in the portrait, thinking their son to be healing and ready to take on the throne, while you spent the whole time daydreaming of Yoongi’s return.
Your anger spikes as you think of him now, it is beyond doubt that he has noticed your absence. You will have to warn your parents and their guard of his possible travel to the kingdom to claim you for his clan. The secret passage will have to be sealed, taking with it your hopes to ever leave again.
Grabbing one of the many decanters and with a shaking hand pour yourself a goblet of wine. Seeking to soothe your trepidation of meeting your parents, you sip on the bitter drink while picking at the food of the central spread.
The hours pass while you take your fill, until finally, when the sky has long been dark your mother hurries first. Looking exactly the same as she once did in your memories, frantic and worried. “Thank heavens you are back. You are safe, we are safe.” She looks down at you, her face unchanged with time, and the skin of the arms which clutch you... you stare at them for a moment, perfect and untouched, but you remember... you recall deep gashes and blood, so much blood pouring down your fingers. Disturbed by the thought you shake yourself from your horrific vision and smile back at her. Expecting her to launch into a flurry of questions but to your surprise, both her and your father pose no queries.
“We knew he would find you again,” your mother cries with happiness. “We knew he would bring you back. The people, they will be so thrilled to hear of your return. The threats, the violence it will all be over soon.”
“You knew him? You asked him to find me?” The facts of her statement confuse you greatly, had they been privy to information your maid had not? For if she thought you were with him... what did your parents believe?
“My dear, are you well? Of course we did.” Your gaze once again focuses on the flesh of her forearms, as if entranced to the spot, while she brushes at your unkempt hair. Upon following your sight she pulls at the shawl of her dress in an awkward fashion, covering the length of her exposed skin. “Think not of what happened at our parting. All is well.” A painted grin plasters your mother's face. “We made all the changes necessary, you my darling, are to be next in line, not your children, but you. Your father had to work so hard to gain the approval of his lords, they thought it pointless to change the law in your absence, but here you are! Once your consort holds up the rest of his bargain your father will sign and you will be heir to the throne.”
This is all too much, you trying to keep hold of all the information while more is poured on to you. Unable to focus on anything other than their knowledge of Yoongi. Did they really meet him and make the request of him to bring you home? But to what bargain are they referring? “He did but I fear his clan has plans to remove me once again. We have to guard the old passage too, it’s already been nightfall for some time and I fear he won’t be far behind.”
“My poor girl... are you sure you are not ill?” Your mother’s head tilts in confusion. “He is already here, he has been for some time... you fled from his estate when he was just about to send for your return.”
You step away from your parents as fear tightens and grips your chest. “No, you can not mean. Not him, please not him-”
But your greatest nightmare returns to join you, with Taehyung waltzing through the double doors as if your parents castle is his own. “Princess, so good of you to join us. You shouldn’t have run off like that, you had your parents worried.” He approaches, inciting you to back into a wall in an attempt to keep your distance. Your parents don’t react with shock or fear at his sudden advancement on you, surely it is just a dream or vision then? One you are bound to wake up from soon. “But I knew you couldn’t run from me... only towards. Isn’t that right my sweet princess?” Though when his breath comes to find your ear you know him to be real. “I would have gone to find you myself, and take you back sooner, but your parents have been a rather large thorn in my side. Refusing to let me go until I-”
“And what of the other part of our bargain?” Your father calls from behind Taehyung, who grimaces and rolls his eyes at the interruption.
“They will be here shortly. My kin are acting on my behalf tonight, for I could wait no longer when I heard news of her arrival.”
“You have short changed us before,” the king admonishes. “I will not sign until I am certain the problem is dealt with.”
Taehyung turns from you entirely, the accusation leading him to snap back in anger. “That was your own doing, not mine, human. I gave you what you asked and you chose to squander it.”
With Taehyung now focused on your father, you are ready to run, to seek anything you might use against him, but your mother catches you before you can take two steps.
Shouting and jeering can be heard from just outside of the room, along with the heavy footfalls of several men, far too loud for what should be expected of the staff and guard. The procession outside bursts into the dinning hall. Your father’s lip curls ever so slightly as several men are pushed to their knees in front of him, muzzled and chained by the vampiric clan that restrains them.
Taehyung introduces them with a proud and theatrical air, as he takes a seat at the head of the table. “As you requested my liege, the leaders of the now failed rebellion.”
You recognize many of them from the tavern earlier, even the blacksmith whose hand Yoongi saved long ago. Your father after taking stock, waves them away, ordering them to be held out of his sight, until a public execution can be arranged.
You open your mouth to argue and condemn such brutal tactics when you are pushed down in the chair beside the monstrous vampire by your own mother. “You will sit still, be quiet, and do your duty for the family.” Despite her insistence your nails claw at her hold trying to free yourself from his side. As blood breaches her skin, so too does the memory of your first meeting with the vampire lord.
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-Five years ago-
You look through the streets for hours hoping to catch even a glimpse or a whisper of Yoongi. Asking several people who pass you by, but no one knows of his whereabouts, nor has seen the distinguished surgeon in months.
With the sun ready to rise, you retire from town for the night. Stripping from the simple dress, you toss it to the side and return to bed for the hour you have left to sleep. When forced awake by duty, your day ultimately passes with you a hollow shell. Barely able to keep your eyes open from lack of rest, with a gnawing disappointment taking root in your stomach, distracting you from much else. You tell your maid of your plans to venture out again to find him, but she looks concerned by the prospect.
“You can hardly stand! What if, as a result of your current state, you cannot find him tonight? Your brother needs this and if you should fail... maybe we should tell the king and queen and let them put out a search for him?”
“No, I must do this on my own. He would not want them to be aware of his kind.” You go to take the plain gown but your maid grabs it first.
“I understand that you feel you must go. But please take an hour or two to sleep before you journey out. You look dead on your feet.” She does not relent, prodding and scolding until you are between the covers of your bed. “I will wake you once the castle is quiet enough for you to leave without being spotted.”
Nodding in agreement you submit to the coma of slumber rather quickly while she sits in the seat across from your bed. You wake hours later not by the hand of your staff, but from the hammering of rain pelting at your window.
You rise and call out, confused as to why she did not wake you earlier, but no answer responds. Lighting the candle on your bedside you find the chair empty of both her and the dress. You jump from your bed, in only your dressing gown and slippers reach for the door. When she bursts through it first, wearing the dress you intended to wear on the street.
“Where were you? Why didn’t you-”
“Princess, I found him!” Your lady’s maid exclaims happily, despite being absolutely drenched from the weather outside. “I went in your place so you could have more time to rest, and I found your friend, or I should say he found me.”
“You found him?” You breathe a sigh of relief, your brother is now safe and your plans with Yoongi can come to fruition. “Where is he now?”
“He’s with the king and queen.”
“My parents?”
“He wished to see them, mentioned something about desiring their permission. He’s already healed your brother, your mother and father couldn’t believe it.” She grabs hold of your hand and pulls you from the room, not caring that you don only your bed attire. “Come! They are waiting for you.”
Still half asleep and only semi-coherent you allow yourself to be ushered along to your father’s den. There he sits behind a desk quill pen in hand, your mother hanging over his shoulder, and settled across from them both is... someone who is not your vampire, someone who is not Yoongi.
The stranger smiles, showing off his sharp teeth as he gets up from his seat to deliver a sweeping bow. “Lord Kim Taehyung, at your service princess.”
You take a step back upon hearing the name that Yoongi warned you of so many times. “W-why are you here?” With concern immediately drifting to your lost vampire, for if his enemy has found you what could have befallen him.
Your mother scolds your response, “This man has offered his assistance, to aid in your brother's care, you will show him your respect.”
“It’s no matter,” Taehyung shakes his head at your mother. “Though I must ask, why do you look so scared princess? Your maid was looking for one of my kind, were you not seeking my help?”
“Is this true?” Your mother interjects, glaring at you. “You knew of people like him, those who could help your brother and you told us nothing?”
“I was looking for another,” you attempt to explain. “One who had been helping us in the past without your knowledge, he forbade me from revealing his kind to you.”
“What did this other tell you of me?” The lord smiles. “I should like to set my story straight, because you, princess, looked ready to flee the moment you heard my name.”
“What is it that you want?” You ask again. If he refuses to answer your question why should you obey his own. “I thought your kind did not wish to reveal their existence to humans.”
“When the situation is as important as this, exceptions can be made.” The vampire justifies, a crooked grin refusing to leave his mouth. “I am only here to offer my services to your family.”
“We already have the services of another. He was doing so for years before you came here, he will help my brother should he need it in the future.”
“Then where is he now?” Taehyung asks the dreaded question which stabs at your heart.
“He will be back...” You retort, hoping it to be the honest truth. “We do not require your help.”
Your father silences you with the stern call of your name and the hammer of his fist on his desk, before he too jumps into the argument. “I will overlook the concealment of your past acquaintances, along with the fact that you gave your brother treatment without our knowledge and consent. But I will not have you demean this man who just saved his life.”
“He is not a man!” You shout back at your king and father. “He is a monster. I have been told of his misdeeds, of his ethics. We can not trust him-”
“We have no choice! Without an heir the whole kingdom will become a place of ruin, an unclear line of descent will lead to chaos.”
“Then we wait. We wait for the one I can trust. He will be back soon, I know it.” Certain at least in this instance you know better than your parents, you plead for them both to listen.
“This is not a discussion.” Your father clarifies while the vampire takes out a bag, pulling from it two large corked bottles filled with a fluid far thicker than wine. “We called you here merely to inform you that we have accepted his services.”
“This should be enough to keep him healthy for a long span of human life. It will heal most ailments, and injuries, and when enough is consumed will even slow the course of ageing.” You watch as the vampire's attention falls on your mother during his explanation, his lip curls even further when her eyes brighten in interest over the properties of the cure.
You go to her, grabbing her arms so that she will focus on you alone, trying to convince her of the vampire's true nature. “This is a trick it must be. You can’t accept this, he will bring only ruin.”
“All that remains is the payment.” The Lord Taehyung adds, ignoring your plight.
Your gaze snaps back to him, when you hear of his charge. “What payment? What did you ask of them?”
“The cost for such a bounty of blood requires an equal sacrifice on your family's part.” The vampire beams with delight. “The blood needed for his life, in exchange for the blood of yours.”
Your stomach drops when you see your father dip his head in confirmation. They already knew the cost and still they bartered you off without much thought. Your hands continue to grip your mother’s arm. “Please... please listen to me. It doesn’t have to be like this. There’s another way, there has to be.”
“There is no other way.” She responds, her tone cold enough to match her words. “It is time you stop living in your dreams dear girl, those books you cling to, those maps you draw, they will bring us nothing in the end. You have scorned numerous suitors in the past few months alone, leaving your father and I at wits’ end trying to secure a noble future for you. If you will not have that duty, you will take this. Better to have your hands stained with blood than ink if it will at least save our prince.”
As she starts to push you towards your new fate, your fingers dig into the soft flesh of her arm, desperate to try and keep hold of your past life. Taehyung takes you by the waist and pulls you towards him leaving long lacerations down your mother’s skin as you continue to sob and beg for her to stop this. The thumb of your captor crosses your lips, bringing with it a metallic taste to your tongue. There’s a hushed order whispered in your ear to be quiet and complacent, and you do just that. Relaxing into Taehyung's arms while he carries you out and into a waiting carriage in the dark and drenched courtyard.
Once out from the castle walls his slick smile falls. He may have taken your ability to speak, but not your tears will to flow. Pulling out a kerchief, he cleans your hands of your mother's blood. After removing every spot he lifts the fabric to his nose, and winces at the smell. “It is still amazing to me that one like yourself could be born of such soiled stock.” He then tosses the cloth out the window of the carriage. “That’s better.” His hand lifts up to the stream that continues down your cheeks. “Do not weep my princess. They may not see the same value in you that I do, but I promise we will prove it to them soon.”
Angered by his declaration, you look away to the door, not wanting to give Yoongi’s adversary the satisfaction of your gaze. You knew you always weighed less in your parents mind. For you were second in their hearts even before your brother was conceived, second to the mere hope of a son. Swaying their love even a fraction in your favour was and is an impossible feat, a battle you could never win.
“I know you wished to leave them, my kin intercepted a letter addressed to a royal who was willing to abscond with a vampire.” You look back at him with eager eyes. A letter? Yoongi must have sent word and this lord stopped it from reaching you. “I see that I have your attention now do I?” Taehyung scoffs and sits back in the carriage clearly enjoying your regard. “I knew of a woman much like you before I became what I am. I once travelled the land with a troupe. Entertaining both the nobles and the masses, while dressed in simple white garments, with only a tapestry as a backdrop, and the floor as our stage. It was invigorating, the life that came from holding the eye of the courts, and one lady... one princess in particular.”
Taehyung pauses to look back at your castle before continuing his tale. You can do nothing but sit there and listen, his blood and previous demands continuing to hold you in his custody.
“She too was not content with the possible suitors before her, they could not offer her the multitude of lives she wished to live, but through narratives and plays I fulfilled that need. We could become whatever she or I wished ourselves to be. I was sure to see her as often as I could, but when her parents learned of our tryst, my group was banished, and she, to the bed of a neighbouring prince.” The vampire sighs as the story takes a darker turn. “I promised I would return to her when I could offer her a better home, but my cast and I, we ran afoul of a beast one night. When another caught the scent of our tragedy and found only me hanging by a thread, he took pity and made me one of them. I was so fearful to return to her at first, it took me several years to work up the courage and restraint before I could send her a letter begging to call on her again.”
Now engrossed in the tale and the comparison of his story to yours. You stop an attempt to fight his will, too curious of the outcome.
“She agreed to meet, stealing away from the castle at night to find me at a nearby inn. It was my intent to flee with her that evening, to give her not only all the lives she had desired, but an endless supply of existence. What I did not expect was for her to deny my proposal. In the time I had gone she bore the prince a child, and no longer desired to part with her new role. I was not willing to accept her answer... lost in the heat of my anger and hunger for her, I took the princess with me. Draining her of life, I added her blood to mine.”
You stiffen in your seat wondering if this too will be your end, recalling a cautionary tale your mother used to tell you. The story of a noble lady, who was bled dry by the parasitic and sinful world outside. You thought back then it was her way to scare you into not leaving the protection of the castle walls, never did you consider it to be real, nor that she would be the one to give you to the monster of the fable.
“The smell and taste, I have not had anything quite like her since... until this night, when I caught wind of your own scent upon your maid's dress. I was already on my way to see you, but she made it so much easier, for she spoke on my behalf to gain my entrance. Such a sweet girl, and so very much in love with your brother isn’t she? A shame that she will likely feel the same pain as I once did, a love that crosses classes only to end in death.”
Seething with rage at his confession, you wish to fight back and escape from his carriage but your own body will still not comply. You knew it, you knew he never intended to save your brother, he only wanted a bargain that would play in his favour. There is still a catch that remains unseen by you and your family, one that will result in the prince’s demise.
“They’ve hitched their kingdom to a dying horse, keeping it alive by selling off their only hope.” His finger follows the path of a tear down your jaw and falling to your collar. “I can promise you I will have far more roles and lives for you to play, more than you ever would have had with them. And you, you who have so much to give in return.” He opens his mouth, his breathing heavy as he leans towards your throat. “It's been so long since I’ve had someone of your calibre... I plan to savour you for far longer than the last.” Pushing you down, until you lie on the seat of the carriage, his teeth latch on, piercing the skin of your neck.
...
You drop your mother’s arms, leaning back upon remembering the part she had to play in giving you away. “You forced me into his custody? You are the reason I was made to endure his torture.”
“We had no choice. Your brother, he was dying.”
“And where is he now?” You shout back at them, all decorum vanished from the room. “You were given the cure, so why is my brother still dead?”
With that Taehyung smiles bringing light to the answer. “It would seem the temptation was too great for their own vanity. Even your lovely parting gift to her, erased by my remedy.”
The marks that should be on your mother's arms from your own assault, the ageing that should have become apparent since your last moment with them, none of it is there. All wiped away by the blood that would have given your brother a longer span of life. “You-you used it didn’t you... I should have known. It’s always been about appearances with you. Playing the strong hand to keep both me and your people in line. And when you ran out... you asked for more didn’t you?”
“He said he would keep our prince alive!” Your mother replies shaking from the accusation, but not denying it.
“I told you that what I gave you would be enough. It is not my fault that you chose to waste it.” Taehyung counters with a wicked grin, pleased by their faults and presumptions. “They let your brother die, not I.”
“Then why return now? Why come if you already received what you wanted out of the deal?” You question fearing his answer, for what more could he want.
“I promised I would one day make them see the value in you.” Taehyung explains. “And there is always another bargain to be made.”
“With your brother dead and you gone we needed an heir.” Your father sets out his quill and ink on the table along with a rolled document he’s been clinging to. “It is as we feared what might happen. Our rivals at court have been stoking the fires of our people, without any official descendant they grow discontent and worried about the security of the country's future, we need you back.”
“Though you still belong to me as per the first agreement,” Taehyung interjects. “So you will return, the law will be changed, and you will become the next in line instead of any child you might have produced. With me by your side, living as husband and wife, the future rulers of this kingdom.
“I won’t allow this.” You shake your head aghast by the thought of such a deal. “First you give him me, and now your people?”
“Those people are currently rallied against us, they would see the end of us if they could. You witnessed the proof.” The king gestures to the floor where the captured were held just a moment ago. “We need assistance in controlling them.”
“Because you’ve given them nothing to stand behind! Instead your first instinct is to feed them to a beast. Why do you still trust this monster? He will double cross you, my brother, your son is already dead, don’t let him take any more!”
There’s a knock on the door with the return of Taehyung’s vampire kin having stowed away the prisoners. He bids them to enter, while your father looks on somewhat ruffled by the impermanence of the lord’s comfort in his own home. “My part of the deal has already been given, they cannot back out now. Unless they would like those rebels to return to their people?”
The king shakes his head. Dipping the feathered pen he signs the parchment, and hands it off to the vampire lord.
“Thank you for your cooperation my liege...” Taehyung bows his head as he takes the paper, passing it off to one of his clan, before returning his unwanted attention to you again. “Your parents will live out the remainder of their lives as king and queen. As long as I can assure that their people will not revolt while they live. The throne will pass to us, and your people to mine.” He tilts up your chin, his thumb crossing over the small scratch on your forehead from your travels. Dipping his finger in your goblet of wine he touches the cut again. The familiar itch of healing skin crosses the surface of your brow. Your stomach turns with the knowledge of what you unintentionally consumed. “It’s a shame for them though...They won’t live long enough to see the benefits of my work here.” With the brush of his hand he gives the order to his clan, “Kill them.”
Your parents both stand in alarm, attempting to reason with the monster before you. “No, you swore-”
“That I would keep you safe from your people, not that you are protected from myself or my kind.” He addresses his fellow vampires once again, “If you insist on feeding on them do not do it here. I find their smell distasteful and I would rather not lose my appetite.”
His progenies take hold of your parents, dragging them away. They scream for their guards, but when no one comes to their rescue they call for you next. Pleading with you so that you might speak up on their behalf, with all dignity lost while they come to face their own mortality. You remain silent, any words frozen inside out of fear and hate. Your last duty to them would be what they always asked of you, to be quiet and still, until their screaming comes to an abrupt halt as they meet their end.
Now alone Taehyung rises from his chair and lifts you up onto the dining table, locking you in with his arms on either side. “I told you I could give you so much more than them, didn’t I promise you that? Do you remember?”
“I never said I wanted it from you.” Your furry has reached a new level, overwhelmed with contempt towards Taehyung, your parents, and yourself for not remembering sooner. “You believe their deaths will give you the kingdom? You forget that you had them sign it off to me. I will never consent to marrying you, and we both know your blood will not force me into such a binding contract. It's why you had to make deals with my parents is it not? Compulsion will not work when it comes to such bonds in ink, and you have nothing left to play in order to sway me.”
“Such a smart girl,” Taehyung coos, while brushing the side of your face. “However, it is not I who has forgotten but you, for I have already won that battle too. Here...” He takes a swig of the wine, and firmly grasps the back of your neck. Pushing more of the drink between your lips with his, Taehyung forces you to choke it back and drown in your own past. “Let me help you remember, my princess... my bride...”
...
- 4 years ago -
You open your eyes, to be greeted by unfamiliar surroundings. A soft bed beneath you, lying between warmed sheets with a handsome yet concerned looking man sitting at your side.
“Thank heavens you’re awake. You took quite a fall.”
You lift a hand to your head trying to dull a sharp ache in your temple. The man leans in closer without hesitation, an action which surely indicates a close tie with you, but you have no memory of him. His hands are cool yet you welcome them on the side of your face, for they diminish the pain. “I don’t remember-”
“It’s okay my princess. I'm glad you are saved from the trauma of reliving that event.” He comforts you with a boxy smile, that doesn’t quite reach the sadness of his eyes.
“No, not just that, I mean I don’t remember... I don’t remember you, where I am, nor why I am here.” You strain to recall your most recent past, everything seems so long ago. There are glimpses and fragments of moments and people which you manage to pull forth, your parents and their rule, your brother and his suffering, your castle and it’s cold walls that once surrounded you. The loneliness of your past brings a tear to your eye for it is all you can recall. Everything about this man before you seems to have vanished from your mind.
“No, no, no, don’t cry.” His expression falls, as his hand shifts to wipe beneath your eyes, he swallows his shaking breath in clear distress over your loss. “I promised that I would look after you, that I would treat you well. Your parents, what will I tell them? They will rightfully blame me for letting you get hurt like this.”
The fear and sadness strewn across his handsome face is more than you can bear. You reach out a hand to his to comfort him back. “Could you remind me of your name sir?”
“Taehyung, and please don’t be so formal. There’s no need with me.”
“Then our relationship to each other...”
He takes your hand, tracing your fingers with his, before planting a kiss on your fourth digit. “We have been promised to one another. Your parents agreed to let you leave your own kingdom to be with me.”
“Oh god, I’m so sorry... I don’t remember, I don’t remember anything. I can’t-”
“It’s okay my princess. It’s not your fault, but mine. You were hurt under my care. I’ll help you to rebuild what we have. We’ll start from the beginning, if we have to. I just can’t endure the thought of losing you entirely. Please just tell me what you need, whatever I can do, it will be done. I will help you to fall for me over and over, if it means I can continue to be with you.”
...
Taehyung spends the nights alongside you tending to your every desire, reciting poetry and plays to keep you entertained while you remain on bed rest for your injury. You feel bound by his kindness, and so guilty for not being able to recall your own past together.
During the day he is forced away from your side. He has a demanding role filled with travel and responsibilities, your only hope is that when he deems you well enough, you will spend that time together too. That you will be able fulfill this building desire within, to go out and journey for his role together.
But the weeks pass with no change in your situation.
Until one night when it all becomes too much to conceal. When left by his caretakers to bathe, you dissolve into sorrow over the fact that your loss of memory is holding you back. Your wedding to him was to be days from now, but he has called it off until you can recover what you lost. Your wracking sobs echo through the empty room as you commiserate alone. Questioning what you could possibly do to dispel this suffering.
You did not expect the sound to summon Taehyung, who comes bursting in without thought to your current state of dress. “Princess I-I...” He stops in his tracks and turns on his heel, shielding his eyes from your nude form. “Forgive me, I was not made aware that you were bathing.”
You press yourself to the side of the tub. Shy at first but when you find him more so, you beckon him over, just as he is about to reach for the door. “No wait, don’t leave. If you go I fear I will only feel more guilt over our situation.”
“Guilt? To what shame are you referring? Have I not made you comfortable here? Do you not have everything you need?” Taehyung abides by your call, joining you beside the tub, and swallowing as he glimpses you in the water.
“I do, and that is the issue. I remember nothing other than your care and kindness. You have given me everything you can, and I have nothing to grant you in return.”
“That’s not true-”
You press a damp finger to his lips, urging him to let you finish. “Despite not having a memory of our past, there is this need inside me... it’s difficult to express, but it calls out for someone like you. I do not wish to continue this cautionary stance, waiting and hoping for something that might not return. I do not want to hold us back. I think we should still marry, for I cannot see my life in any other way.”
Taehyung gives you a small smile along with a kiss to your hand which still lingers near his mouth. While his own reaches into the tub, his fingers twirling in the water just above your leg. “There is still much you don’t know about me.”
“Then I will learn it as it comes. Please, I long to move past this. I cannot and will not remain in this present, with you restraining yourself because of me. I truly believe that moving forward with the original plan is the best course of action.”
“If that is what you desire,” He the tips of his fingers submerge further until they draw against your thigh. “I will resume the plans between you and I.”
...
The ceremony is modest, with only you and Taehyung reciting your vows under the night sky. After signing a document to confirm your ties, he whisks you off to the bedroom to consummate the new promise between you.
The strength of the man before you comes as quite a shock as he rips the laces of your gown in his eager hunt to find the flesh beneath, until your best dress soon lays in tatters on the floor. His hunger for you appears to reach a new level, with his mouth nipping and devouring every inch he has exposed. Your situation has held you both back for so long, but at least now you will both get to revel in the path forward together.
Once bare he flips you on to your stomach and disrobes himself. His taut legs come to straddle your hips, while his hands run up your back and down your arms. Taking your wrists he pins them over top of your head. “Just a precaution my princess,” He chuckles your ear as his leather belt wraps around. Tightening them together before the strap loops the headboard and is once again threaded through the buckle, wittingly securing you to the bed. “For if I am worried over the possibility of you fleeing, I might lose myself, and consume too much of you.”
“I have no plans to run.” You muse, giggling at his passion.“But I will concede to your bondage if it satisfies you.”
“I was hoping you would agree.” He teases his index along your slit, drenching your sensitive skin, and preparing you for his swollen cock. You raise your hips eagerly towards him and he takes the hint. Laying down over top of you he guides himself in with one hand while the other loops your waist.
You gasp from the stretch before gritting your teeth trying to hide the brief moment of pain. Taehyung swears as his forehead comes to rest on your shoulder, his breath shaking as much as yours while he inhales deeply. A growl echoes in his throat which he promptly clears. “Princess, am I... am I your first?” There’s a hint of surprise in his voice, but you can not understand why that would be so.
“If I was promised to you... I can not see why I would have laid with another.” You answer somewhat hurt by the notion that he thinks you would have been unfaithful in the past. Your memories might be limited, but you can not believe that would be the kind of person you are, to be unfaithful to one so kind would make you a monster.
“Yes, of course.” He sighs, “I just, I had not...” He empties his throat again. Hugging you tightly as he pushes his cock in further. “My dear princess, so good to trust me with such a gift.”
You exhale with a confirmation. “I am all yours.”
With Taehyung resting deep inside he pauses for another moment. His fingers trapped between you and the bed shift down to your mound where they press and cause you to buck back onto him. “Forget the pain for now...” He whispers in your ear while the deep circles he rubs shift you from discomfort to pleasure. Your twitching responses beguile him as you clench down on his shaft. The growl in his voice returns and grows deeper, he thrusts along with you. A need inside your start to build, your breathing stutters while he continues on. “...And come for me.” Your nerves reach their peak at his words, holding you in place until the tension inside you finally releases and the warm waves run from head to toe.
As you ride out your climax Taehyung pushes forward with his own. His cock continues to swell, demanding more of you, until he comes to his end and collapses twitching with content. With a groan he wraps his arms around you and nuzzles your back, while you remain trapped beneath him.
You tug on his belt wanting to touch him and hold him as he does to you. But even once he has come himself, he does not appear to be fully parted from his lustful needs. He shifts down so that his face can be found between your thighs. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you inquire for him. “Taehyung, please-”
“Don’t fret my princess, I just- I just want to- there was some blood drawn in my haste to have you, I would like to kiss it better.” He chuckles before his tongue comes to find your folds. The beastly sounds from him become far greater than before as he laps at the spot. Your hesitation is cast aside as you soon delve into pleasure once again.
His fingers clamp down on your legs as he feeds from your cunt with an even stronger resolve. “I must- I must have more.” He begs of you.
“I am yours to take.” You respond, eager to indulge more from his affectionate appetite.
But as soon as your permission is granted an unimaginable pain pierces the skin and muscle of your thigh. His mouth latches onto the source of such misery, and draws on the wound taking deep drafts. “Taehyung?” You cry out in confusion, pulling the bonds he left you in.
Your lord and husband suspends the act. Rising up to release you from the headboard, he takes your restraints in his hand. Flipping you back over and pinning you back down beneath him. You find your groom smiling while his mouth drips with blood. He chuckles lightly at your horror, taking in your fear. “Did you have a change of heart my princess? I’m sorry to have brought such a swift end to our happy scene, but tomorrow we may start over... once I’ve had my fill.”
...
After the first Taehyung proceeds to push upon you several moments wrought in passion and pain. The concealment of his identity to become your love, and of course the times when he chose purely to torture you as your captor.
You come to understand that your past with Taehyung is a series of tales, with him portraying the villain, or the hero. Going from captor, to suitor, to husband, only to break you by becoming your captor once again. He’s crippled you countless times, in so many different ways, choosing whichever act suits him in the moment, gorging himself off your emotional defeat the same way he feeds your blood, in the most painful way possible.
“A small sample of our time together, but you see princess, you are already bound to me in matrimony. I have what I need for my clan. My followers will have access to any house, any dwelling on our kingdom’s land once I give them my consent to enter.”
“Y-you have no right to do that!” You stutter, trying to push down the past to focus on the present.
“Oh but I do as your husband, as the new king I now have partial claim. My men will be able to feed within the safety of your peoples homes. Hunting them in their beds will be far easier than being restricted to the streets.”
“They are not cattle for you to feed upon!”
“How is that any different than your family's rule?” Taehyung scoffs, looking to the ornate room around you both. “Your parents in their vanity and greed bleed them dry, to the point where they were begging for a change, even if it was the rule of a young man who had barely stepped into adulthood. They will be grateful for the passing of the king and queen, and for the new rule. Remembering the vampires who will now stalk them while they sleep only as a passing nightmare.”
“That does not make what you are doing any better.” You argue, though you know it to be pointless.
“Not in your eyes, but my people will at least benefit from the sacrifice of your own. They trust me to do right by them. Can yours say the same about you? Will you bear the pain of your suffering and theirs? All that’s left is for us to choose which story we should play next. Would you like to forget it all again? To have me return to the role of doting lover and husband? Or would you prefer to recall that which has brought you pain? Your parents, your brother, and myself, knowing that soon my people will feast on yours.”
To remember would be the only chance you have in finding a weakness to him, any attempt to remove him from his position will require your knowledge of what happened in the past and what is happening in the present. Who knows what story he would otherwise weave next, but he will no doubt pull the wool over your eyes if you let him.
“I will give you until the end of this night to choose, if you don’t I will do so for you. But I am so very ready to return to our routine. These past few weeks have been a torment without you to entertain and fulfil me.” His finger traces an x on your neck, marking the spot he intends to bite. “I will never again allow us to be parted for so long.” The point of his teeth make contact with your skin, when the door opens and one of his keepers calls for him. “What?!” Taehyung shouts back in frustration. “What could possibly be so important that you must interrupt my dinner?”
“There is a hunter demanding entrance at the gate.” The vampire informs, looking rather shaken for having displeased his lord. “Says he won’t leave until he sees proof that you received your princess. It seems that he was trying to deliver her when she ran off in the daylight earlier today.”
“So someone did find you... that would explain...” His hands soften on your neck running his fingers over the previously tortured flesh. He then turns to the vampire waiting for his answer. “What is the hunter’s name?”
“Agust, my lord.”
Your head snaps up with your eyes wide. Yoongi is here, and he knew to call himself Agust? That can only mean, the secrets kept from him by his clan, the truth that would break you, it was the knowledge of Taehyung’s presence here.
“Is this the case my princess? Did this Agust find you and intend to bring you here?” You bite your tongue but he pushes his power over you again. “Tell me the truth of this matter.”
“He did.” You can’t be sure of what Yoongi intends to do once inside, but at least your forced honesty did not betray his cover.
“He has my permission to enter. Bring him to me now, I owe him my gratitude for taking such good care of my princess.” The vampire guard leaves to grant the other access.
Taehyung traces his teeth with his tongue. Appearing unusually happy despite the fact that his meal was disturbed. “You will remain seated and quiet, while I reward this hunter for his deeds, is that understood princess?” You reluctantly nod, submitting to his compulsion.
Yoongi, accompanied by four of Taehyung's kin, enters the dinning hall and promptly bows. “My lord.”
“Agust... I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of speaking before have we?”
“No my lord, I’ve dealt only with your keepers. But it was my honour to retrieve your princess as requested.” You meet his eye when they flicker in your direction trying to decipher his plan, but are unable to see a way out that could have possessed him to take such a risk.
“Yes, I must thank you for bringing her most of the way. I am surprised that you knew to find me here though, I thought that was kept confidential from the hunters.”
“It was my lord but I learned of your occupation here only recently, such a large group of vampires in a human city does not go unnoticed for long.”
“Then I commend you, for doing what many of my other hunters could not.” Taehyung smirks at his own kin’s expense. “Tell me who was your maker, from which line do you descend?
“Your caretaker Egan, my lord.” Yoongi offers, his tone flat and even. “Though I don’t know if he would recall me, I am one of many.”
“Egan you say?” Taehyung pauses, with a raised brow and pout, which soon fades into a smile after a moment's hesitation. “He has created a fair few hasn’t he?” He chuckles. “Now you were not able to finish my task to completion, but I will still grant you the reward of becoming a keeper if you can complete just one other challenge.”
“Of course my lord.” Yoongi promises, watching adamantly with his hand twitching at his side.
“There is someone I need you to find, one who has been haunting me for quite some time. Before my princess met me she fell in love with another of our kind. A vampire who works for Lord Hoseok, and goes by the name Min Yoongi. It took me a year to find the full extent of the boundaries in her memory that relate to him, I needed to empty her of love for that fool, and take it for myself. I was successful in the end of course.” He tips your chin with his finger delighting in the pained expression you bear at the thought. “But I would like to see the end of him, and purge anything that might hope to take her from me.”
“I understand...” Yoongi responds through a clenched jaw. Peeking a concerned glance at you when Taehyung's back turns to him.
“I think she might be able to help you start your quest. You know where to find this Yoongi, do you not my princess?”
You dip your head, as a tear slips from your cheek and falls to your lap. You bite your tongue in an attempt to hold back your answer but Taehyung presses again with the compulsion of his blood. “You will answer me, out loud.”
“Yes,” you confirm, your eyes meeting with Yoongi’s again, pleading for him to go now, and escape before you reveal anything else.
“Do you think it will be an easy task for this vampire Agust to find him?”
“I do.” You utter with a reply stolen from your lips.
Taehyung mutters in your ear for his final question. “Is he the one who stands before us now my princess?” Panic instantly seizes you, with every function of your body coming to a halt, wondering how he could have found out. The moment your mouth starts to open, Yoongi launches himself at Taehyung, but his attack is quickly brought to a halt by the vampire lord who draws his own stake. Shoving Yoongi across the room and into the arms of his guard.
“You thought you could fool me after so many of your brethren tried and failed?” The cruel lord chides with a low chuckle. “There have been too many errors on your part, the greatest of which was the name of your false creator.” He approaches his new prisoner dragging the point of the stake along Yoongi’s chest while he is held in place. “A misstep of Egan’s allowed for her to escape, and so I sent the order for him to be disposed of. I knew the deed was done mere hours ago when I watched a progeny of his wither away before my eyes. If you were of his blood you too would have perished.” Taehyung explains before he paces away twirling the stake between his fingers. “What a wicked curse we must endure is it not? Though it does have its advantages... I wonder how many will I wipe out with your death?” Your heart beats wildly in your chest longing to run forward and prevent such an event. “It will come soon, of that there is no question, but not before I take every ounce of information you hold about Hoseok’s current plans.”
“You will get nothing from me unless you let her go,” Yoongi growls.
“Let go of my own bride?” The restrained vampire flinches at the comment as Taehyung grins and prods further. “I suppose you didn’t know. You must forgive her for not informing you, she couldn’t recall it herself until a few minutes ago. Regardless, I have no plans to free her, for I believe the closer I am to your beloved the more I will get from you.” Taehyung joins you at your side again. “What do you think princess? Would you like an admirer for our performance? I’m sure even the steadfast Min Yoongi would bend to my will if he witnesses you in my favourite roles.”
Taehyung’s attention is drawn away from the pair of you when more of his keepers enter the room greeting him with a nod. “Alas the show will have to wait. I have permissions to grant, and a story to feed your staff,” The vampire lord sighs and acquiesces to their needs, grabbing the decanter from which you took a glass. “The rest of your people will come after.”
Taehyung gestures to one of his men. “He will take you to your room, and you will remain there until I return. I look forward to having a more fulfilling reunion between you and I come dawn.” His fingers brush against your cheek one last time before addressing the vampires holding Yoongi. “Keep him locked up along with the revolutionaries for now. I will call upon him later.”
Yoongi continues to lash out as you are both dragged in opposite directions. Barring his fangs at those who hold him, but he is soon subdued with the addition of another clan member and carried out of sight.
Your own escort doesn’t say a word as he takes you through the empty halls, and staircases with one hand grappling your upper arm. Any attempt to pull it from him is met with a snarl and tighter hold. As you pass the rooms of the hall you wonder where Taehyung has the remaining staff kept and despite the lies forced down their throat you hope they will remain untouched.
The guard opens a door and pushes you in, sending you to the ground before locking it behind. The dimly lit room is unfortunately not your own, consisting only of a bed, washstand, and shuttered windows. Rising from the timber floor you find a stain on your hands and dress originating from the spot on which you landed, a spill, red enough to be the remnants of a vampire's meal. You start heaving at the thought, running to the filled basin desperate to remove the sticky scarlet substance. With hands shaking as they are submerged in water, your entirety follows suit, quaking in fear of what has just transpired and what is left to come.
Your parents are lost, they dug their own grave, but your fellow citizens, and Yoongi... you have to find him, before he too is lost and your people are reduced to a mere spattering on the floor.
You pull on the shutters of the window, releasing them to peer out and see if there is any hope to scale out of this one too. The height from the ground might be manageable, but a pair of glowing eyes looking up to you from the garden stops your attempt. The gaze from below continues to watch until you retract and close the space between you again. Taehyung's caretakers and keepers are as eager to keep and feed on you as he is. Visions of past attacks start to flood your mind, making you regret your venture to look out. You tried to escape so many times in your past captivity. Each one with the exception of the last was foiled by his keepers or caretakers, some brought you straight back to your room, while others... others were swiftly intercepted by the lord of the fortress, but only after they landed their first bite.
Retreating to the corner of the room, you set yourself down at the furthest point from the door and window. Left alone to stare at the crimson puddle, as you wait for Taehyung’s return. There is no question that you have to bear the weight of your memories as painful as they are, you can not afford to forget the past. Not now, not with Yoongi nor your people in jeopardy. You wonder if Taehyung will strike such a deal with you. If you promise to abide by his command without his blood, will that be enough to buy at the very least Yoongi’s safety?
The minutes pass while you consider your options, distracted only when there comes a thump from the shutters. You rise from your spot and move closer to the door. The boards made to conceal the daylight shatter inward with another hit, knocking over the solitary candle and casting you into darkness. The shadowy intruder leaps in, their gleaming eyes holding you in their sights.
Figuring it to be one of the Taehyung’s progeny’s come for a taste, you draw breath to scream. Until the vampire collides with you, holding you down, and covering your mouth.
“I told you to stay in the room.” The hushed tones of Yoongi greet you to your immense relief. “Why didn’t you listen to me? Why did you run?” He waits there for a moment, removing his hand only when you finally relax beneath him.
“Yoongi...” You gasp in relief. “I overheard you and Seokjin. When I saw you give into the demands... I-I didn’t know, I didn’t realize-”
There’s a knock interrupting your explanation, the vampiric guard no doubt alarmed by the commotion. You both fall silent, but that does not seem to satisfy the sentry, who proceeds to unlock the door. Yoongi jumps up ready to meet him with a stake. As the barrier opens, the vampire tries to step inside, making it only far enough in for the wooden weapon to reach his heart. Yoongi grabs the enemies throat in the last moments, committing him to silence until death before tossing the corpse to the side. Treating the newly dead as nothing more than a bothersome distraction.
Yoongi turns back to you but keeps his distance, a growl rattling in his throat as he takes deep breaths. “I told you before, I would never take you there. I had no wish to abide by the request from my lord. I could not tell Seokjin of my plans to disobey while we remained in his house. I was going to take you as far away as I could after learning the whole truth behind your capture, but your stunt put everything in jeopardy, including yourself.”
You start to sob upon hearing his deception, you should have guessed that with such a reveal from his own clan he would try to deceive them too, like the others he dealt with on your behalf. He closes the gap between you, pulling you in close, allowing your tears to fall on his chest. “How-how did you escape just now? I thought for certain he had us both in his grasp.”
“I kept hold of the tainted blood, and those holding me were in desperate need of a drink. One sip and they were at my mercy instead.” He lips grace the top of your head with a kiss as you cling to him. “We’re going to get you out of here okay? We’ll go down to the passage. I have already released those he captured, if he has a mob on his hands, we might slip out undetected.”
“I can’t leave, not yet-”
“Why, because he compelled you to stay?” Yoongi questions, attempting to dismiss your concern. “I will carry you out if your own volition fails to do so.”
“It is not that alone... he was not lying when he told you I was his-his-” You stall on the word unable to say it yourself. “In those five years, he played with my mind, he made me forget you and desire him instead, a-and I fell for it. It is because of me he now has a claim to every home in the town. This is my error to fix. I will not leave those who dwell here to feed his own.”
“You are not to blame for his actions.” He counters, his own voice cracking in desperation. “Your remaining here will not change that.”
“I only wish to remain so I can bring an end to him, to kill him.” You promise. “Either way, whether successful or not I will not exist here long.
“No, I am not letting you near him again. If we must do this then let him be mine to kill.”
“He thinks me in here unarmed and broken to his will,” You open Yoongi’s jacket to find another stake that he must have stolen from Taehyung’s followers. “I will have a better chance. It would be better for you to ensure that his clan has not brought harm to anyone else.”
“And leave you here to face him? If he falls so do his own progenies, which includes most if not all of his keepers. There will be no point in my leaving to dispose of them, if your main goal is to defeat him.”
“If he sees you he will be instantly aware. When he is as strong as you say then even you won’t be able to defeat him without catching him off guard.”
“I am not leaving you alone with him even if you are armed, and that is final.” Yoongi takes his firm stance, while grabbing at the stake in your hand. “I will not lose you again...”
You look down at the deceased on your floor, fearing the same fate for Yoongi should he remain here with you. Taehyung has proven time and time again that none can fool him for long, not Yoongi, not his clan members, even those who disobeyed him attempting to draw blood from you were cast aside... with Taehyung throwing himself between you and them. “If you will not leave then... I need you to bite me.”
Yoongi follows your gaze in confusion, “What is it you are plotting your highness?”
“He will no doubt come running if he smells my spilt blood. He has before. If he thinks I am in danger from his own, I will be able to get close with his guard down.” You take the stake back from him while he considers your plan, gripping it in your fist behind your back. “All you have to do is play the threat.”
“Will you not wait for another alternative? My clan could be here in a day to deal with them.”
“He is hungry, and all too confident of victory.” You plead with your vampire. “If we wait-”
“If we wait he will be more likely to catch on...” Yoongi growls confirming your thoughts, as he begrudgingly bends down to take the cloak of the defeated guard. Tying it around he pulls the hood over his head. “This is unbelievably reckless you know. I should just take you from here this instant.”
“But you won’t.” You reply with a sad smile reaching up to touch his cheek with your hand, and press a kiss to his lips. “You long for an end to this as much as I.”
With his back to the door he takes you into his arms. When hunched over you Taehyung should not know who he is until it is too late. Yoongi places his mouth ready to sink into your neck. “Are you sure you want to be the one to-”
“I have to.” You cut him off before he can even try to change your mind again.
With a deep sigh his teeth pierce your skin, the blood starts to flood from the wound and Yoongi lets out a low pained groan as he resists the urge to feed. For the more blood that escapes and is left to the air, the sooner that Taehyung will come running to investigate your situation. After a minute passes, you start to feel light headed and grip your weapon tighter.
“If he doesn't come soon I will have to put a stop to this.”
“He will come,” you gasp. “Just wait.”
Right on cue there comes a shout from down the hall along with the thunder of footsteps. Your door crashes open to reveal the ferocious monster.
Yoongi is thrown to the wall, and promptly disregarded in the moment by Taehyung, whose immediate attention is more occupied with you spilling out before him. “She is mine,” he seethes looking ravenous after not feeding on you for weeks. His hunger distracting him from the arm you have tucked behind your back. While pulling you closer to take a taste himself, you draw your own weapon, stabbing him through his heart with the stake.
He looks down to injury with a sobering disbelief, his words heavy on his lips with a low chuckle as he forces out his final thoughts before his demise. “Well played princess... you had me thinking I was to be your hero again.”
“You were never my hero, only my assailant.” You shove the stake deeper into his chest. “And now my fatality.”
Taehyung gasps and delivers one last cruel smile. “A fitting end, though I can think of one better. Why part here, when you can join me in death.” He launches at your throat ready to strike and bleed you further, when his actions are cut short by another.
With the stake pulled from the other vampire, Yoongi pierces him through the back, and takes hold from behind preventing Taehyung’s last threat. The vampire lord's eyes go wide showing a brief moment of fear before he finally succumbs to death. Pulling yourself from his clutches you take a deep breath and rejoice in the freedom, though the feeling doesn’t last long.
Already dizzy from the loss of blood you are in no way prepared for the surge of memories that flood back. With Taehyung dead his physical hold on you diminished, but the pain of his manipulation, the trauma and loss he has inflicted on you hits as a wave, and pulls you under.
Yoongi is there to heal the wound on your neck, he calls to you repeatedly though his voice along with your vision of him are clouded amongst your thoughts. Your heart pounds and head races as it continues to try and register the influx of everything you lost.
There’s a soft touch to your temple, as a whisper from him finally makes it through. “Be strong my love, you can conquer this too.”
You can feel yourself being lifted as the room moves around you. Clinging to his coat you utter your wish to leave, unwilling to spend another moment in this castle. Fully slipping as he draws you in closer.
...
When the haze lifts you come to find yourself in another bed. Not one of the castle’s no, it seems Yoongi had observed that request, but the location is still worrisome for it is the same room you had shared with him in Seokjin’s house. You immediately sit up, panicking over your last memory of this place, and fearful of Yoongi’s clan’s intent.
Your vampire sleeps on a chair beside you, though his head and chest are slumped over on the mattress and his hand encasing yours. Stirring the second your grip leaves his and you attempt to get from the bed. He grabs at your shoulder pushing you back down with ease, “What do you think you are doing? You are in no state to be running off.”
“Yoongi... why are we here? If Seokjin-”
“This was the only safe place I could think to bring you. You have nothing to fear here now. Seokjin will not do anything, he knows he was in the wrong to suggest such compulsion, and Namjoon has promised retribution on your behalf if he continues such behaviour.” Yoongi briefly smirks at the thought of the pair, though his expression soon darkens as his hand brushes your hair from your face as you relax back into the bed. “I thought- I was worried I lost you back there.”
“I-I couldn’t control it, there was so much that I had lost and most of it difficult to bear again...” You grimace at the pain of it, prompting Yoongi to lean in to kiss your blow and pull a small smile from you again. “I should never have returned. I should have trusted you more, I’m so sorry for putting you in danger like that.”
“It was not your fault. You had every reason to doubt me given your past and what you knew. I can’t imagine what it was like, but...” He looks down avoiding your eyes as he rubs your hands, the words that follow are just as tentative and soft. “If you should- I don’t know if- if you need me to help you discard any memories I will do so. Doesn’t have to be now or ever, but if you ever need me to... don’t feel like you have to carry the weight of it alone.”
You nod your eyes tearing up with gratitude for his offer. “Thank you, there will be some moments that I- that I will be glad to be rid of.” Yoongi’s warm smile comes with his arms to wrap around you in a tight hug. You wince as your muscles stain to return the affection, feeling as though they have seized from lack of use. “How long have I been under?”
“The longest two nights of my existence.”
“Two nights?” You exclaim pulling out of the embrace in shock. “What has happened since? Was anyone else hurt before I-I-”
“No one else, but the castle,” Yoongi sighs looking hesitant to tell you the rest. “The castle was set aflame in an act of defiance. It was sentenced to burn once the staff and resistance had cleared it of everything of value.”
“Good,” you whisper.
“There is more... Seokjin has been keeping a close eye on the situation.” Yoongi discloses. “But, when word spread that you returned only to vanish again, many believed your appearance to be that of an imposter rather than their former princess. They thought you a tool of the mysterious lord attempting to gain power.”
“And their plans to create a new form of rule?” You ask, the focus of your question leading Yoongi to tilt his head in confusion.
“Going forward without much backlash, but-”
“Then they have every right to think so. I am very different from their lost princess.” You smile to Yoongi’s surprise. “I am a threat to them now, a threat to the future governance they plan to install. Any version of me might sow the seeds of discord in progress if I was to return. If this story of me being a deceiver will help them to rebuild, then let them think it. I will make no plans to return.”
Yoongi nods in understanding, though his expression still holds regret. “I am sorry I was not able to deliver you home as promised.”
“That place was not my home for so long, not since you-”
A loud knock comes from the front door of the small home, reaching you all the way in your upstairs room. Yoongi stiffens in the seat next to you as muffled voices are soon heard too. Your vampire stands going to the door where Seokjin appears a moment later with news. “It’s Lord Hoseok. He’s here, and he wants to see you.”
“Don’t you dare let him in.” Yoongi pushes back. “Not with her here, not now.”
“I can’t exactly deny him entrance,” Seokjin scoffs. “This is his house-”
“Fine, then I will.”
Seokjin puts a hand on Yoongi’s chest and prevents him from storming off into a confrontation. “You know you can’t stop him. If he wishes to see her he will, but right now I think his main concern is you. Do not anger him if there is no reason to. See what he wants then come to a judgement.”
The same loud knock you heard below then arrives at your bedroom door, breaking off the disagreement between the two vampires.The guest you know not to require permission, but it seems that he would rather enter on your terms rather than his own.
“Yoongi?” You call to him, witnessing the dread in his face when he turns to look at you. “I should like to speak to him too.”
Yoongi’s reluctant hand turns the lever, letting his lord inside. Your own vampire stands between the two of you preventing you from getting a good look as the first words are exchanged.
“My Lord.”
“Tell me it is so, that it is true. Is Taehyung- ” The vampire lord immediately launches into the heart of the matter. The weight of his tone sends shivers to even you.
“Dead, my lord.”
“Thank you Yoongi, I am in your debt.” The tension in his voice quickly falls away.
“It was not I alone who defeated him sir. The credit also goes to the woman who you thought you would contain to your fortress.” Yoongi mutters with malice.
“I app-” His lord steps further in, allowing him to finally catch a glimpse of you. He pauses for a moment as he takes you in, his mouth hangs open and a single word falls in greeting, “Mansin?”
Though the word is foreign to you Yoongi reacts in an instant, returning to your side, he growls and his superior in defiance while positioned in your defence. “She is not-”
Lord Hoseok seems to catch himself and apologises. “A mistake Yoongi, an honest mistake, I see that she is bound to you. You must forgive me,” He whispers while giving a sad smile in penance. “Something in your expression reminded me of someone I once knew.” He politely touches upon his error, but leaves you with no reason for Yoongi’s reception. “I must give my thanks to you as well then, for you saved me the pain of having to kill my own creation.”
Alarmed by the confession you try to stand but Yoongi’s hand once again comes down to your shoulder. “Then Taehyung was yours? You created that monster?!”
“It was not my intention to have him turn out in such a way.” The vampire lord growls at the censure, causing Yoongi to grow ridged next to you. “I found him as an innocent young man dying, whispering the name of the one he loved, the one he was bound to. I took pity on him, would you not have done the same?” Hoseok raises an eyebrow as he throws his choice back at you.
You swallow and nod in response. “I suppose I would have.” The swift changes in mood of the vampire lord keep you on guard, intimidating in one moment and considerate in the next. It’s easy to see why Yoongi might be wary of him around you.
“I chose to banish him from the clan when he killed his former mate, your ancestor, for I could no longer trust him. He sought revenge on both your family and mine, and it is my fault alone. I knew that Yoongi would prefer to keep you as far away as possible, but Taehyung would likely have tracked you down sooner or later. I wanted to make up for that by offering you a safe place at my fortress but I can see that it was misconstrued.”
“Thankfully your assistance with my residence is no longer required.” You convey, hoping that he has abandoned the notion, since the threat is no longer stalking you.
“Yes... thankfully.” Lord Hoseok reiterates with a weak grin.
“If you are in our debt as you say then I would like to make a request of you.” You ask much to Yoongi’s surprise, resulting in his head snapping in your direction.
“A request?” Hoseok blinks, a grin twitching in his lips. He grabs the chair from the desk, turning it to face you before taking his seat. “What have you to ask of me?”
“My old kingdom, I want to ensure the health of the people. I ask that if your clan goes there to feed they use the tactics that Yoongi has been operating under.” Yoongi finally exhales and relaxes, as you explain your wish, a small smile crosses his lips with what looks to be pride.
“I understand your position, and would agree immediately if there were to be no recourse, but to put such limitations on my clan without any amendments or accommodations to offer in return... many would turn rogue.” Hoseok shakes his head. “No, if I ordered that, we might find ourselves in another situation like before.”
You consider what you have left to give with nothing left from your family to offer, you have only what you may have acquired through matrimonial bonds. “Tell me when a vampire dies, what happens to the ownership of their residences.”
“It will go to whomever they deemed a second who was not created by their own lineage. Yoongi was once my own. I don’t know if Taehyung- ”
“But if they had taken a wife who survived them?” You ask.
“They would be yours...” Yoongi mutters beside you in understanding.
You nod grimacing at the prospect of owning his land. “I want no part of them. But if they will help you to convince your clan to adjust their feedings and continue to help those of my former kingdom they are yours.” You offer to Hoseok. “Every fortress, waypoint and house that belonged to him will all be transferred to your own clan. ”
“Then I accept your terms,” Hoseok nods in agreement. “But where will you go?”
You look to Yoongi to give the answer. Caught off guard he pauses before responding with the simple direction of, “East, we plan to head east.”
...
...Two months later...
Yoongi stops the horse and dismounts beside an overgrown field, looking at the land with a deep contented sigh. “This is it.” He lights a lantern for you before treading into the long grass, in search of the foundation of his old home.
He was right, there is little left, but regardless of that fact you help him by clearing the roughage from any remains you can find. Pausing only when he does, while uncovering what seems to be a rotting wooden board laying on the ground. Upon further inspection you find it to shield a substantial cavern below with steps leading into the darkness.
“If that’s the cellar... Then that must mean.” Yoongi mutters, before taking a few steps away, counting his paces as he goes. Hunching down over a higher patch of ground, he tears away the long weeds, until a stone hearth reveals itself. He takes the rotting wooden board, and breaks it apart into several pieces. Building them up before he sets them alight with the fire of the lantern.
He lowers himself to sit in front of the burning wood and beckons for your hand, kissing you knuckles, raw from the cold wind of your journey as you take a seat next to him. Despite the lack of walls and roof, you are overwhelmed by Yoongi’s peace as he looks into the fire, feeling that same comfort and warmth within yourself. “I never thought I’d see this place again, but now, it feels right to return. Perhaps-” He meets your eye before expressing the rest of his tentative question. “Perhaps we could stay here for a while?”
“I would like that.” You answer with a nod, prompting him to beam back at you.
While Yoongi moves to lay on the grass relaxing in the light of the flame you pull out the new map you’ve been working on since the start of your journey east. The other still remains, not entirely forgotten, but of little use in this region. The fresh start on parchment comes as a much needed reprieve, the chance to begin again.
“You are marking this place down for me?” Yoongi asks as you draw with your quill pen.
“For us,” you correct him.
Looking down at the new point on the map now labelled with your description, he smiles at the sight of the single word you had written. “Have I fulfilled my duty to you then? Should we part ways here?” He jests pushing to rise up until you tug him back down by his long coat.
“You have,” Shaking your head at his joke, you explain your true feelings behind the word. “But if you leave, this place ceases to be so. It only exists as such when I am with you.”
“Then I must stay by your side, or risk breaking another promise?” He continues to tease you, with a twitch to the corner of his lip.
You can’t help but laugh at his attempt to conceal his eagerness. “So it would seem. How long do you think you can keep your vow?”
“For eternity.” Yoongi whispers, leaning in to kiss you over the setting ink of, ‘Home.’
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-The End-
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Good Girl [J.JK x Reader]🔞🌼
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff, a lil angst
Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, dom!jungkook, sub!Reader, size kink, oral (f & m rec.), mild dd/lg themes, praise kink, cumplay, reader is a virgin, jungkook is lowkey a hoe, a lil heartbreak, Taehyung makes an appearance, long haired jungkook, mentions of harrassment, jungkook punches a guy, strength kink
Jeon Jungkook was known to have a specific type when it came to his partners; tall, gorgeous, dominant and older. It's not like he's a true blood baby boy; he's just too lazy to put any effort into his flings. When a new girl answers to his ad online searching for a roommate for his apartment to share rent and space however, he didn't quite expect such an innocent being to turn up at his doorstep with a box full of pastel colored belongings, ready to move in. And what he definitely didn't expect was his growing interest in her and the feeling of having her under him, all submissive and ready to be ruined.
Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl || Enticing Girl || Bad Girl || ???
A wink was all he got from the woman who'd occupied his bed together with him last night as she walked out his bedroom door, seemingly knowing how to get out of his apartment. Jungkook ran his hand through his still sweaty hair, groaning after stretching his arms above his head, his mood seemingly sunkissed. He just finished an almost three hour sex-session after all; all without him providing any actual effort. His dick had seemed to be enough for her anyways, her face when she rode him happy, although he could really care less.
Reaching for his laptop near his bed, he didn't bother to put on any clothes for now, just wanting to check if he'd gotten any new E-Mails or messages, clicking through the casual nudes that constantly seemed to slip into his postbox. He cocked his head to the side however when he noticed that a website has notified him of an answer to his ad online; he'd put it up some time ago now after Taehyung, his former roommate, had to move out simply because Jungkook himself couldn't survive the older one's sleep shedule. Tae seemed to never sleep, waking the younger one up on a daily (and nightly) basis. He really tried to get along with him, both of them sharing a deep friendship, but god no, as a roommate he couldn't stand that guy. His rent however was something he struggled as well, so as much as he really wanted to live alone, he couldn't. He clicked the message on the website, his interest peaked.
"Hello. Is this AD still up to date? My name is Y/N, and I'm searching for a place because I'm starting to work close by soon, and its too expensive to take the bus for hours on end every day.. so uh, I don't know? I'm really good at cooking, and I promise I'll be so quiet and organized you won't even notice I'm there! I work at a restaurant nearby as a waitress- I mean, I'm going to, haha. Ugh, I hope you're okay sharing your apartment with a girl as well, I for my part don't have a problem with that! So, I guess, I'll wait for your reply?
Have a nice day!"
He scoffed a little, hovering over the delete button, but instead, he clicked her profile icon, opening the details. Her profile picture showed a white big dog, being hugged by what he assumed was her. He couldn't see her face however, half of her face above her nose cropped out to fit the entire dog instead. He could spot her clothes however; a top and skirt, flat shoes and sheer tights with white spots on them. His brows furrowed, how old was she? Her profile said she was about a year younger than him, every post she'd made up to this date about pet stuff, clothes who all seemed to follow a pastel-color scheme, and artwork you seemed to be selling. You were basically the definition of cute.
Fan-fucking-tastic. Hopefully you wouldn't be too upset when he denied your request, but somehow he thought it over. You said you could cook and you did seem like an organized person. Knowing what kind of effect he could have on people, he could probably scare the shit out of you and keep you around without really having to interact much; and rent was also due this month, so the sooner he found a roommate the better. "Fuck it." He said, and began to type his reply.
When his doorbell rang, he almost burned his hand with the hot water he currently used to make himself a cup of ramen, cursing loudly. Who the fuck wasn't home again so he had to take their package in? One day the old lady across the hall would find a dead rat or something in front of her door, he swore to himself. Ripping the door open with so much force he could feel a bit of wind gushing by, his eyes widened when he saw a similar face in front of him- well, a little below actually. He remembered your lips instantly for some awkward reason, having tried to maybe paint a picture of what you looked like entirely over the last few days. He would've never expected something like this however- you looked like a literal doll in his opinion, your eyes wide open and mouth a little parted, shiny lipgloss making him swallow. Wait, did he really forget that you said you wanted to move in today?!
"I uh.. I'm- I'm Y/N, we- I- the ad..?" You said, your voice sounding nothing like the woman he usually was around. He smirked a little, moving so you could step inside, food now definitely forgotten on the kitchen counter. He really should've at least cleaned up a little he thought. Whatever.
"Yeah, figured. There you go, thats your room. The keys and shit are on the matress, make sure you don't loose 'em." He simply said, before leaving you alone in your new home to settle down.
"What I'm trying to say is, Y/N, you and I, this could really be something!" Taehyung slurred into your ear, loud enough for Jungkook to hear. For some reason it pissed him off to no ends how close the older one seemed to be, constantly hitting on you like he was a starving man, even know half of town knew very well that he wasn't. He could see why; you were innocent, and Tae known to fool around a lot. You were a challenge, something new for him, and he would lie if he said that he wasn't interested as well. Oh he was; but he also had at least some manners left inside of him, contrary to popular belief not only thinking with his dick. Taehyung however was only out for fun, making Jungkook question if he should really let this continue.
He decided no.
"Alright you fucking whore, it's bedtime isn't it? I'll call you a cab." Taehyung groaned at the younger one's words, nodded his head however before looking at you with a smirk.
"Ah, what a shame. But if you wanna have some fun you know my number!" He said, as if he didn't just offer you sex. You blushed at this, not answering, making Jungkook watch you a bit. You really were something else. "Jungkookie, you're so nicee... If I was gay I would definitely suck your dick-" The younger in question made a disgusted yet amused face, putting a hand over the blue haired one's mouth.
"Yeah yeah, you pay me back though you fucker." He said, before going into the kitchen to make the call. Taehyung, being left alone with you again started with his questioning, as he had done the entire night.
"So, Y/N.." He said, dragging out the last syllable of your name playfully, making you shuffle around where you were sitting a bit. He certainly was a pretty attractive guy, but he also seemed to be very straightforward- something you always had struggled with, being more on the shy side. You looked at him, silently urging him to continue before taking a sip of your own beer- cherry flavored, simply because the regular was too bitter in your opinion. "What kind of toys do you use, heh?" He questioned, and you coughed suddenly. Taehyung laughed loudly at that, cooing when you calmed down slowly.
"Taehyung, stop harassing my roommate you fucking idiot. I need her to pay half of the rent-" He said, before sitting down next to you, raising one of his eyebrows at you. "And she also makes some killer lasagna. Kinda wanna keep that." He said, before laughing a bit. Even though Jungkook seemed to be pretty intimidating to you, he was actually a pretty good guy to have around. You both barely ever fought, and overall you could almost see yourself falling for him too- he had the looks after all. But his habit of bringing people over just to satisfy himself was something that made you keep some distance between you both. He wasn't someone to settle down- let alone with someone like you. You were pretty much the exact opposite of what he seemed to like.
Sending Tae home was easier than you both thought. Not being able to go to bed you both decided to watch some late night shows while casually talking- something that wasn't uncommon between you two. Just when you seemed to have gotten comfortable again, Jungkook couldn't help but tease you again.
"So, what Toys do you use, heh?" He said, laughing with his head thrown back afterwards at your red face. This would certainly never get old in his opinion. Just as he was about to apologize and tell you you didn't have to answer, your voice was heard, however.
"None." You said, and his eyes widened at that. "What? Do I look like I do these things to you?" You asked, and he cocked his head to the side a bit, scanning you obviously. He shrugged, and you began to pout, moving to wrap your pastel pink blanket around yourself. "I don't even know how to buy one. That stuff is just.. don't know. Gross." You said, and Jungkook turned on the couch, body facing you now, his interest sparked.
"Gross? So you never had sex before?" He said, and you went silent. Were you serious right now? You were an angel in his eyes, body proportions almost perfect, hell, even your slight imperfections were adorable in his eyes. Up until now he had been sure that you at least have had your fair share of experience, but a virgin? His world was suddenly turned upside down. "Well.. that's something I didn't expect." He said, making you raise your eyebrows at him. "You're hot. Thats why. Oh well." He said, missing the way your eyes widened at that. "I'm gonna go to bed now. Goodnight." He simply said, and you answered with a short 'goodnight' as well- still a bit surprised by his statement. Jungkook thought.. you were attractive?
He'd somehow gotten used to you, how you would leave your pastel pink but admittedly really soft blanket in a pile on one edge of the couch in the living room, how you sometimes left your toothbrush in the sink when you'd been in a hurry, or how you would hum to a song, not knowing he could hear you very clearly. Maybe he really did go soft after living with you for a while. He still didn't know himself why he got so upset with Taehyung the day prior; was he really being selfish? He was protecting you, nothing more. Taehyung was everything but a gentle lover, jungkook just knew he'd break you for sure, not to mention that you already stated how much you despised one night stands, which were practically Taehyungs speciality. He was just looking after you, nothing more.
The more he thought about it however, the more problematic the entire plan became.
But even now, while the young woman whose name he had already forgotten was giving it her all sucking his dick, all that seemed to swim around in his head were the events of the previous evening; how innocent and embarrassed you looked at him when you told him you'd never bought, let alone use a toy before. Surely you'd be someone to enjoy a good vibrator he thought, maybe as a gag he could buy you one? Oh how enchanting you'd look, spread out on his mattress while he would edge you over and over until you'd be crying, begging for his mercy. He would praise you for taking it so well, for being so good for him and only him, and he just knew you would blush. Instead of rushing to his own satisfaction, he would go slow, agonizingly slow, just to see how far he could push you. He would feast on you like a predator on his prey, pull you close so you had no chance of escaping him, he would trace every curve of your skin, gently, as if to make up for the bruises and Mark's he would surely leave all over you to feed his inner need to claim you, even though he would never let anyone see you like this while he was alive and breathing anyways. He just knew you would fit perfectly underneath him, his body covering you and shielding you away from the world around. Would you be able to take all of him? He probably would have to stretch you real good before even thinking about pushing his dick inside you, yet he just knows you would somehow make him proud and take it all, and he would continue his praises, telling you what a good girl you are.
He almost laughed at the situation, he really was in deep, wasn't he? Frustrated and confused he started to picture someone else entirely kneeled between his legs on the floor, how you'd bat your eyelashes at him like the fucking angel you were instead of the girl currently there, and that thought alone gave him the final push to shoot his load down the strangers throat, who moaned obscenely at the feeling. Usually he would be aroused, ready for more, but the sound of someone who wasn't his little roommate ripped him out of his daydream. This couldn't go on like that. Sending the lady out without many words, he decided that he just needed to fuck you, and all would be good again. He was just curious. Nothing else. He just needed to satiate his hunger and he could go back to normal.
How would he be able to do this without ending up hurting you? No matter how big his hunger for you was, he also considered you somewhat of a friend. He remembered when you came home crying one time after a bad day at work, and how he wanted to hold you, shielding you from any harm, making you feel safe. Because that's what he, and only he could do in his opinion. No matter what, he'd protect you, as weird as that sounded. Shit.
He really had a crush on you.
Unknowing to him you always held your hands over your ears whenever he brought home a different girl, not being able to listen to his moans mixed with someone else's. You were slowly beginning to regret moving in, already starting to think about maybe searching for a different apartment. But the rent was cheap, your room big, and his company relaxing when he wasn't busy being buried in someone he couldn't even remember after a day or two. Somehow tears were leaking out of your eyes, and you took your hands down from the sides of your head to wipe them away, careful to be as silent as possible as to not alert him that you were awake, well aware of the shower turning on. You did notice however how his sessions became shorter and shorter, always seeming to end sudden instead of usual. But the more you thought of it, the more angry at yourself for falling for this manwhore you became. You really should hate him- but you couldn't.
Tonight was definetely the prime example of why you didn't go into clubs. The sheer amount of people around you, the smell of sweat and cheap cologne and perfume all around made you feel like a headache was inevitable. Why were you here again? Oh yes. You followed Taehyungs advice and 'tried to make friends' instad of looming around your apartment all day. But right now you just really wished you stayed home instead of going here.
Sure, you liked your coworkers, and they seemed nice and everything, but if you were being honest, they're definition of fun was entirely not yours. You began to feel cramped up in the large club, making you desperately pull your phone out of your pocket, texting Jungkook in hopes he could save you from this god forsaken torment they called a club.
Minutes later, after Jungkook oh so gentlemanly told you to pick you up, you stood in front of that said location, waiting for his cheap but admittedly nice car to pull up. Sadly, someone else seemed to be way more intent on bringing you home- a young man your age, attractive, yes, but also heavily intoxicated. He had already eyed you up inside the building you noticed, yet hadn't made a move towards you. Now however, he seemed more determined than ever.
"Lets go home baby, I swear you won't regret-" He started, but you moved away from him, clenching onto your little handbag in order to at least keep your belongings safe if he tried anything else. Suddenly both your figures were drowned in the warm light of Jungkook's car lights- you immediately recognized them simply by the fact that one was brighter than the other, something you always told him, yet he always waved you off, telling you that both were doing just fine, even though his left light was clearly almost dead. Typical him, you thought. Yet right now, you couldn't be happier to see him.
He however, did not seem happy at all. His face was serious, his wavy hair hanging a little over his eyes, steps fast and strong enough that you could hear his black boots almost crush the slight gravel of the parking lot. "Fuck off sunnyboy and go back inside." He simply yelled out, having already seen how uncomfortable you were with the stranger so close to you. Jungkook wasn't someone to blindly punch someone, that said however, he couldn't contain himself once he saw the guy reaching out for your arm, your figure instinctively scrambling to get behind Jungkooks way larger body. He didn't even notice his fist connecting with the strangers face, simply leading you by the small of your back inside his car, driving home without any more words.
You were not to be touched by someone so dirty like this young man who didn't even knew his own limits it seemed.
Yet you were completely confused now. Maybe, if you were now the reason he got into physical fights, you should make a decision.
The next morning, sitting down at the kitchen table, you watched Jungkook filling your bowl with cereal as well- lucky charms for you, and chocolate chips for him. It became somewhat of a routine since you both woke up roughly around the same time, sharing breakfast was common. The best moment in your opinion to pop the bomb.
"I'm moving out." You said softly, fiddling with your fingers in your lap, leg nervously bouncing up and down. Why did this feel like you were breaking up with him? You both would've ended up going separate ways sooner or later anyways- so he would probably just nod, ask when, and that would be it. He was someone who didn't bother much. But the second you said it, he turned around completely shocked, suddenly very much awake.
"Why? Did I do something?" He asked, sounding genuinely offended for some reason you couldn't come up with. In his mind, scenario over scenario started to play, as if he wanted to search for something he may have said or done to make you so upset that you didn't want to live with him anymore. He knew he shouldn't be so upset over it, since you and him were merely roommates, friends who shared an apartment, nothing more, but he never really expected you to come up with it so sudden. Or maybe you had a boyfriend? What if it was Taehyung, and you just didn't tell him? He would rip that fucker's stupid blue hair out, he knew-
"No. I- not reall-" You sighed, setting your elbows on the kitchen table before letting your head fall into your hands. "Actually yes, you did." You started, looking at him, but unable to hold eye contact with the now completely confused curly haired boy in front of you. "You.. uh.. I cant sleep. Your, 'guests', the walls aren't really soundproof and like, I really- and just.. ugh this is so awkward, please don't make me say it-" You said, groaning the rest of your sentence before stubbornly shoving your back against the chair, throwing your legs back and forth viciously, reminding Jungkook of a kid who was close to throwing a tantrum. Even though this was definitely not the time to think about you laid out over his leg, his hand hitting your perfectly shaped butt until it was red just to punish you for being such a brat, exactly this picture began to form in the back of his head. He hated himself somehow, really. But somehow instead of accepting your decision, he moved to stand at the table, hands on top of it, eyes searching yours.
"Say it Y/N. You know I hate when I have to pull thing out your throat sweetheart." He didn't intend on using the nickname, but somehow he threw his hesitation out the window. If you really were fooling around with someone, someone who wasn't him he wanted to know- and even if you didn't share that information with him, you would move out anyways, so why hold back anymore? You shook your head at him, avoiding his gaze, and he clicked his tongue, patience slowly thinning out. "Spit it out." He said again, but he still got no reaction. His hand seemed to move without his consent when he suddenly found his fingers on your chin, moving your head to force your attention towards him. "Speak the fuck up, I swear to god." He said, voice dropping down lower, and somehow you seemed as if bewitched.
Maybe it was the way he stood there, how he still held your chin, or how intensely he looked at you, but words dropped out of your mouth as if you drank harry potters truth potion. "I cant stand that you let these girls touch you, that they can get you so easily and you just look past me a- and I really tried you know, because Taehyung said you liked mature girls more so I tried to do that, but he lied to me, you don't notice me at all, you're so mean you-" He shut your mouth with his mouth, trying to process the information he just received, yet it seemed like it was too much at once. You were.. jealous? And what kind of stupid advice was Taehyung giving away, that fucker? It was true that he liked his women to be confident and mature, but that was just so they knew what they were doing, and he didn't need to put so much effort into something he could get so easily.
"So you were jealous?" He said, a small smirk creeping up on him, cooing at you internally when you shook your head, face red. "If you wanted me to fuck you, you could've just asked. Geez." He said, but instead of being relieved, your shoulders sagged down. "What?" He asked, and you mumbled to him.
"Because I don't want just that one time stuff you do." Jungkook looked at you, eyes softening at your somehow-confession. He just put together the pieces in his head, and it did make sense. You were practically attached to him wherever he took you, always seemingly glowing whenever his attention was on you. He was as much as a dense head than you were, and he couldn't help but pull out a chair and sitting down, patting his legs as an invitation.
"Good, because I don't want that either. And I don't share either." He said, and looked at you gently, but with a deep darkness behind his eyes. "Trust me baby, you can sit down now and I promise you'll be the only one to have me- or you can move out and go on with your life." He almost laughed at the way it suddenly clicked in your head on what he was offering, suddenly jumping up and sitting on his thighs, legs on either side of his body. He looked down at you, a divine picture coming to life. His hands were placed on the exposed skin under your skirt, slowly sliding over the soft skin until his fingers felt the seam of your tights- those goddamn things he'd wanted to rip off of you so badly these past days. "You can touch me, you know?" He said lowly, and you noticed how awkward you must've looked for a second, seated on his lap with your hands in front of you, unsure where to put them. Just to ground yourself, your fingers began to play with his shirt, and he had to swallow the laugh that wanted to break free.
"You don't have to do this, you know? I'm fine with waiting-" He began, but you immediately shook your head, however, at loss for words. He smiled again, dangerously so you noticed. His head dipped down, finally touching your skin on your neck with his lips, leaving open mouthed kisses under your earlobe down to the crook, hands moving over your clothes already mapping out your body in his mind, one hand pulling down one side of your soft fleece jacket you wore, pulling down your shirt as well, so he could softly nip at your shoulder, making you gasp oh so cutely at his actions. His hands didn't stop however, moving over your chest, kneading both of your breasts softly, as if he would hurt you if he used too much strength- which was probably the case. He already loved how bis his hands looked running over your body, how your hands held his shirt in fists, eyes closed, yet not because of fear; you looked serene to him, face showing him the soft pleasure you felt. He suddenly moved you a little, making you straddle one of his leg, core pushed against his thigh. "Let's start slow, yeah?" He asked, whispering words into your ear, lips never parting from you. He slowly began to move your hips, urging you to simply follow what you thought felt best to you. "Use me baby. Get off on my thigh." You whined at that, slowly starting to move more and more boldly, and he decided that he was officially a goner. Even if you didn't want him after whatever may be happening, he knew he could never go back. The way you squeezed your eyes shut every now and then, moving back and forth yet always a bit helpless, showing how inexperienced you were. He could feel the wet patch forming on his jeans, his hands moving you a bit faster, before you let your head fall onto his shoulder, making him chuckle. "What is it baby? Do you need help, hm?" He said, a bit mockingly even, and you nodded into his shoulder. "Tell me what you need then. What do you want, princess?" He said, running his hands over your back, feeling your bodyheat through your clothes.
"wanna get the same.. as the others.." You mumbled, unsure what you were even asking for. Jungkook however simply smiled, suddenly lifting you up, hands under your behind carrying you to his room, before finally letting you fall onto his mattress, laughing when your body jumped a little, making you squeak so cutely. He smiled, crawling over you, his fantasy finally coming to life- you looked so lost under him, so utterly defenseless he could swear he could feel something primal awake inside him- and that was not his dick, which already strained against his jeans, impatient.
"Ah but Baby.." He began, taking off your soft jacket before his hands traced your bare arms until he moved them under your shirt, feeling your skin underneath his fingers. "You're my special girl.." He began to lift your shirt up, helping you out of it before he got rid of your skirt as well, chuckling at your cute lacey underwear, which was so typically you. So innocent, yet so arousing, how you squirmed underneath him in nothing but those pastel colored undergarments. "And special girls get special treatments.." His words were low, soft spoken yet with a rough edge to his tone, a natural feature of his voice that you've come to love. You couldn't even begin to paint out a picture of what he was talking about- sure, you have seen your fair share of adult films, you weren't a kid after all- but up until this moment, up until you met Jungkook, you've never really thought about what you could like when it came to these things. Even in your thoughts you felt shy saying any profanities out loud, how could you expect to know about kinks? "But only if you can behave for me, but you can do that right?" He said, unhooking your bra behind your back with ease and interrupting your inner talk with yourself. "You'll be my good girl, yeah?" He said, and you just viciously nodded, already growing frustrated, and oh how he loved it. This was how he had pictured you. If he had known before that this was what it felt like to have control over someone, he would've never done anything else if he was honest; but then again, you really were a special girl to him.
The way you suddenly mewled when his hand cupped your heat, giving you a little pressure just to tease you even further almost caught him off guard. God have mercy on his soul, you were so sensitive to him, and it dawned on him again that he was making you this way. He was the first to- and he would make sure he'd be the only one as well. All those noises tumbling out of between your lips were only his to hear. His breathing peaked up at the view he had, how you began to impatiently rut into his hand, needy for more than he was giving you. He leaned back, finally getting rid of his own clothes as well to your satisfaction, lazily throwing his opened flannel as well as his white shirt somewhere on the floor in his room, and you couldn't help but stare. Truth be told, you didn't really know what to expect of him if you were honest, his constant gym visits giving you the impression that he had to be extremely fit, yet his habit of consuming more than two cups of ramen easily spoke differently. He was, in your eyes, the perfect in-between- he definetely was fit, his abs visible to your eyes, yet he didn't look like those over-achievers you sometimes saw walking around the same gym whenever you met him there to go home together. The way his muscles flexed at every move when he loomed over you again made you want to touch him, yet your shy side forbade you. He chuckled again. "You can touch what's yours all you want, you know?" He said, before he began to place his hand back onto your chest, his breath hot on your collarbone where he placed his kisses again, already hooked on your taste. His other, tattooed hand found its way back to your core, feeling the dampness there with amusement. You were more than what he'd imagined. Slowly he got rid of that barrier however, leaving your tights on for his own pleasure and maybe also for the aesthetic of it, his digits circling around your sensitive bud, making you squeal again, putting your hands over your mouth to keep your voice down. He clicked his tongue at this, moving them to lay right under the small of your back. "Be good and keep them there, yeah?" He said, and you looked away.
"But its- thats emb-" You couldn't even finish the beginning of your rant before he went back to his task at hand, sitting back before moving your legs to spread obscenely over his thighs simply to catch a glimpse of your glistening center, before he placed his body over yours again, hand now roughly circling in delicious eights around your clit, making you gasp out.
"Nothing you do is embarrassing, you hear me. If anything its fucking hot how you can be so fucking adorable even with my hand between your legs, doll." He said, before dipping a finger into you, making you move a bit at the foreign feeling. "Gotta stretch you out babygirl.." He said lowly, careful not to get too fast. His second finger joined in, and he could feel how tight you were around them, already clenching a bit as well, making his mouth water, but also growing a bit of worry in the back of his mind. Usually he was quite cocky about his overly average qualities down in his pants, but now he was genuinely concerned to hurt you with it. This was definitely a first for him. "Baby you're so small.. I don't think you can take it.." He said, a bit of a teasing undertone to his words as well. "See? You're already squeezing my fingers so hard princess, how could my dick ever fit inside huh?" He said, contrary to his otherwise rough nature keeping his movements gentle and slow enough for you to adjust without causing much pain. He could see the slight discomfort in your eyes, yet you suddenly shook your head, voice whiny.
"Uh-uh.." You mumbled, and he laughed a bit at that. "can take it.." You said bratty as ever, feeding his ego to no ends. "Wanna have it- you.. you gon' give it right? 'm good.." You said, having troubles keeping your hands under your back just like he told you to, grabbing the sheets underneath you instead to have something to keep yourself grounded.
Jungkook couldn't stop smiling. You didn't even know what you were asking for, yet you seemed so drowned in trust with him, that you simply gave him the right to do anything he wanted with you. "You sure?" He said, and smiled at the way you nodded again with your eyes closed. He moved away after that, shedding his pants before he walked over to his bedside table, fishing out a condom, before moving back to you, your eyes now on him, or more than that, on his very apparent bulge his boxers failed to conceal. Maybe you really did ask for more than you could take. Quite literally.
Sensing your growing uneasiness he simply discarded his underwear, cock finally springing free, slapping soundlessly against his abdomen before he sat between your legs again. You made grabby hands for the foil package in his hands, somehow wanting to slip it onto him, yet he shook his head amused. "Nuh-uh baby. I'm afraid if you touch me right now I'll just embarrass myself and come straight away." He said, and you giggled at that. The sound of it brought him back at ease, his little joke having helped to calm you down at least a little bit. He knew this was a big thing, especially for someone like you- and it made him feel even a bit pressured if he was honest. He was slow when he dipped his head inside, your body instinctively trying to move away a bit, but you forced yourself to stay still, eyes now pressed close. Moving around a bit he kept one hand around the base of himself, the other steadying himself next to your shoulder, kissing you on your lips for the first time since you both started, surprising you enough to not notice how he somehow began to glide into you with the help of your arousal and the lubricant of the condom around him. He groaned, the first actual noise he'd made you could tie to his pleasure, and your breathing picked up once you noticed how full you felt.
Gasping several times he suddenly started to laugh, making you giggle as well, even though you didn't knew what was so funny in that situation. "God- ugh.. your- fuck you're tight.." He pressed out, fighting hard against his hips' own mind yelling at him to move, to wreck you, to utterly ruin you. But he couldn't allow himself to do that- reassuring himself that he would have time for that at a later date. He slowly started to move around after he calmed down enough, keeping his speed down to keep it gentle for you. "I- fuck.." He started, having to talk to stretch his patience out, and to also ease your mild pain a little bit. "Let's- ugh.. Let's go on a date tomorrow, yeah? I.. god-" He said, and you nodded, moaning in your delicate pitch he oh so loved. "Gonna be all romantic and shit- fuck- gonna treat you like- for Mcdonald's or some shit." He said, making you both laugh between gasps of pleasure, your hands suddenly frantically moving around the sheets, legs shaking as he began to speed up his pace. You didn't knew what an orgasm would feel like, or how you knew you would have one, but you gasped, chocking on unshed tears in frustration as you noticed that you couldn't tumble over that delicious edge, and Jungkook noticed, cooing at you. "Ah, my baby can't come without her little clit being touched?" He said, kissing the side of your neck, biting the skin teasingly before sucking a hickey on your collarbone, his hands now grabbing yours, fingers intertwining with his, before moving them around his neck, sensing how you wanted to be closer to him, even though that hardly seemed possible. "Come for me baby, you can do it." He said, kissing your shoulder as if to make up for his mark he'd left, his hand now reaching between your bodies, only needing to put a bit of pressure on your little nub to send you flying. You moaned out loud, uncaring on how you sounded, clinging onto him for dear life, his own release making him groan out as well.
He could feel your body trembling, your breathing still fast. He waited for a moment or two for himself to soften up so he could pull out gently- your still slightly clenching hole almost pushing his dick out of yourself. You whined at the empty feeling, and he hushed you gently, moving around so he was sitting up against his headboard, your body on his lap, head on his shoulder. His hand moved back and forth over your spine, the other keeping your body steadily against him. "You did so, so good baby." He gently whispered between your breaths still coming out a little faster than they should. "To be honest I actually was kind of worried you wouldn't be able to take it. I'm impressed princess." He said, making you giggle. You still weren't quite back yet, still bathing in your own afterglow, and he simply waited for you to calm down- slowly becoming aware of your surroundings again.
"Hey, Jungkookie.." You started with that nickname Taehyung always teased him with, yet you would get away with it anytime on his watch. He simply moved his head to look at you, even if you weren't at him. "Did you.. like, mean it? Are we.. a couple now, or?" You started a bit too softly, yet you didn't have to be scared of his answer to that.
He took a deep breath, before yawning a bit. "If you want us to be. I know I want to." He started, brushing some hair away from your eyes. You looked at him, big eyes so innocent like he didn't just fuck you into his mattress literally minutes ago.
"I want to!" You immediately said, making him chuckle and place a kiss on your nose, receiving a giggle at that, before you tensed up. He raised his eyebrows at that, before you looked at him surprised. "My legs are all- tingly.. Jungkook did you break me- HEY don't laugh!" You said, but he couldn't help himself.
He threw his head back, laughing his admittedly cute open laugh, before wrapping his arms around your body. "God I love you." He simply said, making you smile.
"Hey Jungkookie?" You said after a bit.
"Yeah Princess?" He answered.
"That McDonald's date still stands, right?" You said with a small voice, making him snort.
"Anything you want princess. Anything you want."
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