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widowshaze · 2 years

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break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored | w. maximoff

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader, natasha romanoff x fem!reader (romantic but not for long)

summary: watching from the sidelines since she joined the team, wanda maximoff watched as natasha romanoff swept you off of your feet, took you on dates, and slowly fell in love with you. what happens when wanda has finally had enough of not being the center of your attention?

warnings: cheating, swearing, smut, wanda using her magic to finger reader, fingering (r & wanda giving/receiving), mommy kink

word count: 4630

authors note: welcome to smutty sundays! i hope you enjoy my fellow feral friends <3

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The party had barely begun and Wanda found herself approaching the bartender to grab a drink. Only the bitter taste of the alcohol as it ran down her throat and burned ever so slightly, would be the only thing getting her through the night. She could never face these nights sober, so she downed the first two shots that were handed to her rather quickly, before ordering a drink and turning to lean against the bar, facing the crowd of people that were beginning to gather in the large living quarters of the compound.

Her hair fell down the length of her back, stopping right before the curve of her ass, soft waves accentuated her hair almost too perfectly. Her black dress hugged her curves nicely, showing off exactly what she wanted to be seen. The low cut v-neck in the front pushed her breasts up and out enough, that even a wandering eye wasn’t able to draw itself away from her. Her lips were adorned in a deep, scarlet red lipstick to offset the black, while a pair of black stilettos with a red sole were on her feet.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, observing those who entered. She saw her usual teammates, Sam and Steve were around the pool table, accompanied by Thor and Bruce, all too deep into a game of pool, beer bottles dangling between their fingers as their deep bellied laughs could be heard vibrating off of the walls. To their right stood Rhodey and Tony, the two talking about god knows what, and from the looks of it, Tony was boasting about his newest invention that he had created, Vision. Vision was floating around the room curiously, taking in the new faces that he had yet to greet. He had come to be very fond of Wanda so she knew he would he approaching her soon, and she might need another two shots to withstand a conversation with the walking microwave, as Bucky called him.

Her eyes finally fell to who she had been looking for since she entered. Your short y/h/c locks fell only centimeters short of your shoulders, hair parted down the middle and framing your face almost too nicely, you were a five-course meal on feet. Your silver dress fell a mere few inches from your feet, sparkling in the dim lights of the room as the gems reflected it. The slit in the dress came too close to your upper thigh, almost showing too much for those who approached you, but you would never let it get that far. A matching clutch was held in yout left hand and a dainty gold braclet, with chains attached to rings that adorned your fingers nicely was clad on the same hand, your nails painted a soft silver to accompany the dress. Your feet clad in sandal like heels, showing off your perfectly pedicured toes. A small tattoo on the inside of your right ankle visible for Wanda’s eyes only, something she grew to love about you, the finer details as she would call it.

Wanda could not deny the fact that she was drooling at the sight before her, the way you elegantly made your way about the room, greeting those who you knew, giving quick hugs and pecks to the cheeks as you did. She could also not deny the fact that she was jealous, you had become well known amongst the Avengers quickly but Wanda was not. Pietro and herself had only been with the team for a few weeks, merely just new acquaintances to those they had yet to properly meet, you unfortunately being one of them.

Her idiocy and her unfortunate fear of rejection left Wanda most of the days hidden away in her room. Pietro would stop by occasionally, showing off his “rad new scars” as he would call them from his bullet wounds he recieved while they were fleeing a floating Sokovia. Scars Wanda did not want to be reminded of, as it reminded her of the day Pietro selfishly, and almost, sacrificed his life to save another, but he was lucky, and the bullets were not fatal, but that doesn’t mean one day he wouldn’t get off so lucky.

Wanda continued to keep her eyes glued to you as you weaved your way through the crowd before she found herself watching as you closed in on the bar. Your eyes met for a brief second as Wanda choked on her drink, before quickly turning to face her body towards the bar again, trying to avoid a conversation she knew she would embarrass herself at. She heard the clicking of heels approach the bar, before they stopped not far from her side. She saw your tan arms lean against the bar as you waited to be seen by the bartender to place your order.

Wanda glanced in your direction, taking in the view of the goddess before her, but it was as if god just wasn’t on her side tonight, as she saw two very familiar arms clad in the blazer of a suit wrap their way around your waist, and she couldn’t help but internally vomit at the smile that spread across your face when she felt those almost too familiar arms make contact with your body. You were quick to turn around in the arms and face the person who had snuck up behind you.

Natasha Romanoff. The name was enough to have Wanda fuming in her seat but to see her up this close, close enough that she could see the sparkle in her eye the second her eyes landed on that of her girlfriend, and the way she watched the dimples form on your cheeks as the brightest smile fell across your face as you leaned in to place a chaste kiss to the plump, pink lips adorning the red head. Wanda could feel her jealously raging, almost too quickly as she grabbed the shot Steve had just ordered for himself out of his hand and downed it without a second thought.

“Hey that was-“ He began to protest but was interrupted.

“Can it Rogers.” She seethed as she slammed the shot glass down on the bar, crumbling it to pieces beneath her hand as she did, groaning to herself before using her magic to fix the broken glass. A few eyes glanced in her direction, a familiar pair of soft, y/e/c eyes were found looking in her direction as well, in awe of the woman before you who merely sliced her hand open and just used her magic to fix it. You couldn’t stop the thoughts of what else that red magic might be able to do as they crossed your mind, before licking your lips and turning your attention back to your girlfriend.

Wanda found herself seething at the sight before her, hand tightly gripped around her now full drink glass, taking her sips too closely together, finishing the drink rather quickly. She was becoming light headed and she knew she was getting drunk, she knew one or two more drinks, or maybe even a shot would send her over the edge into drunken bliss and she could forget everything on her mind. She could forget the way your body looked tightly clad in your dress, how it framed your ass perfectly, sculpting it like it belonged in a museum because yes, you were that stunning. How your eyes sparkled whenever you laughed or how your smile was almost too bright when you were talking to those who you loved and adored. And how your face lit up whenever you saw your girlfriend, whether it was across the room while she was interacting with her own co-workers, or if it was when the two of you were face to face, hands attached to some part of the others body as you smiled adoringly at each other. Wanda especially wanted to forget that.

Another drink and two shots later, and Wanda was fucked, barely able to keep her feet planted flat on the ground as she stumbled her way through the crowd, being more sociable each time she finished a drink. Not that anyone was complaining, this was a new Wanda, a Wanda they had never seen, but little did they know this was drunken, and jealous raged filled Wanda, something they definitely didn’t want to see. She found herself her distraction for the night, a tall blonde, taller than you, hair a bit longer, her smile not as bright but it would do. Her body pressed flushed against the back of her as they danced, as her arm was tightly gripped around her waist. Carol, she thought the woman’s name was, although in her drunken haze she didn’t quite seem to care about the name, she just wanted someone to fuck, someone to make her forget about how you currently wrapped up in someone else’s arms across the room.

Wanda was quick to turn around in Carol’s arms, her arms winding their way around her neck, stumbling slightly as she did, and giggling to herself at her clumsiness. Carol just laughed along with her, finding her drunken state to be quiet adorable, something she wouldn’t mind seeing often, and something she would not mind happening often if it meant she was able to be this close with the drunken woman. Wanda leaned forward, nipping at Carol’s earlobe before speaking seductively.

“Wanna get out of here?” She asked, and Carol’s knees almost went weak at the deep tone of her voice, how the octaves had dropped so quickly from the previous tone it had just been seconds before. So she nodded, and Wanda smirked, pulling herself away and holding onto her arms to once again, steady herself. “Let me grab another drink,” she hiccuped. “And I’ll meet you in my room. You know where to find it?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow in the woman’s direction who again, nodded, as Wanda backed away and made her way over to the bar, and Carol made her way down the hall to the elevators.

None of this went unseen, it was observed from afar, it was taken into the mind of another as they knew what was about to happen. Something they couldn’t let happen, and they weren’t quite sure why. They weren’t sure if it was the drunken nature of the brunette, or the way they absolutely hated how the eyes of the blonde were practically undressing her, but they just couldn’t let her go upstairs.

So, you removed herself from the arms of your girlfriend as you watched the brunette make her way over to the bar. Natasha gave you a questioning look but you waved her off. “I’m just going to get another drink.” You stated and she nodded before turning back to the conversation she was having with Pepper. You wound your way through the crowd of people, slightly thinner than it was from the beginning of the night as the party was starting to dwindle down. You approached the bar and stood your ground beside the brunette, who was leaned over the bar, her cleavage showing a little too much as she drummed her fingers against the bar top, waiting for the bartender to bring her drink.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” You questioned as she glanced at the woman, who, if you were being honest, looked like a hot fucking mess. You licked your lips as you took in her appearance, hair tasseled about like she had just been properly fucked, and for some reason, you wished you were the one who properly fucked her. Wanda looked over at the you, eyes glossed over and hazy from the alcohol, her brain fuzzed and confused, but still able to hear the thoughts of the your mind loud and clear. She eyed you for a moment, grabbing her drink and lifting it to her lips, drinking slowly from the glass as she maintained eye contact with you, swallowing her sip and licking her lips slowly to collect the liquid left behind. She could see your pupils dilate, an eager desire filling them as she did so.

So, it was to no surprise to you that when Wanda grabbed your hand and dragged you down the hallway away from the party, you didn’t object. It was to no surprise that when she pinned you against the wall, hands trapped above your head, wrapped in the red tendrils of her magic that you didn’t object either. Wanda leaned forward, faces merely inches apart, her breath fanning across your face, before licking her lips, tongue slightly grazing yours as she did so, and you used everything within you to hold back the whine that threatened to come out at the action.

“Can you be a good girl for me, and be quiet?” Wanda asked, voice deep and gravely as she leaned forward, and brought your lip between her teeth, nipping and sucking at it harshly before releasing it with a small pop, a whimper leaving you as she did and Wanda smirked, humming in satisfaction. “Good girl.” The way it sounded falling from her lips, and the way her voice was much deeper than she had heard before, was enough to send the heat between your legs spiraling out of control. You knew this was wrong, god you knew this was so fucking wrong but it felt so good, and you couldn’t find the power within yourself to make it stop. You didn’t want it to stop.

Your breathing increased as you saw Wanda’s other hand fill with magic, red tendrils extending from her fingertips and making their way up you dress. You were confused at first, wondering exactly what she was doing but then Oh, your mouth fell open, a soft “Oh” that turned into a deep moan left your lips as you felt the red magic press against your clit, a weird but electrifying sensation that you welcomed, almost too much. Your head fell back against the wall as the pressure against your clit began to build, you had never felt yourself so close to a release before so quickly and the woman wasn’t even fucking touching you.

Your hips jerked when there was a sudden but steady vibrating sensation that spread throughout your body, it was felt on your clit and deep within the walls of your throbbing cunt. An ungodly moan left your mouth and your hand quickly flew up to cover it as it released from within you, knowing damn well you were asked to be quiet and you weren’t sure if you would be able to withstand the repercussions of not listening. You were a withering mess at the hands of Wanda Maximoff and her fucking magic and you weren’t sure what was worse, the fact that you were getting off to Wanda’s magic, or the fact that you weren’t even being touched and you couldn’t bare to think how you would be if her fingers were buried deep within your slick walls or if her head was being tightly held between your thighs.

“You’re being such a good girl for me..” Wanda purred and you just whimpered, biting down on you hand, sure enough to leave teeth marks, deep enough to draw blood, and visible enough to know you would be questioned by Natasha later, but that honestly was the last thing on your mind. Your entire mind and body was consumed by Wanda and you were flourishing. You had never felt such pleasure, such pure euphoria from one person before and you were beginning to question your current dating situation. The vibrations intensified against your clit, and the red magic buried deep within the confines of her dripping cunt, almost felt like two fingers began stroking where you needed it the most, and it was enough to send you tumbling over the edge into a pure ethereal bliss.

You couldn’t contain the moan that escaped you as your orgasm washed over your body, shaking you to the core as your entire body withered against the wall, your orgasm taking control of your body, something you weren’t sure you even had control of anymore. You felt the energy of the magic leave your body, and you opened your eyes just enough to find it retreating back into the fingertips of the brunette, who watched you carefully. You couldn’t stop yourself from surging forward and crashing your lips together in a heated mess, your hands coming up to cup Wanda’s face as her hands grabbed your hips to steady herself. A whimper left Wanda at the feeling of her lips finally getting a taste of those she’s been longing for, for weeks now, something deep within her told her to stop, she wanted to stop, but she couldn’t, she barely knew you and she wanted to know how you tasted, just a small sample of whatever heavenly thing you tasted like.

Your tongues were fighting for dominance, you slightly having the upper hand as Wanda was still very drunk. Wanda pulled away from the kiss when her lungs were begging for air, a string of saliva following your parted lips and a whimper leaving those of your own at the loss of contact.

“Please..” You breathed out, your hold on Wanda’s face still tight, not wanting the woman to pull away.

“Please what?” Wanda questioned, a hint of a smirk in the sound of her voice and you gulped.

“I need more, I need..” You licked your lips. “I want to taste you, so bad, and I want you, in between my legs, fuck I need that. I need you.” You breathed out and Wanda chuckled, thumb coming up to rub along your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly with her thumb before releasing it.

“Break up with your girlfriend, and then you might be able to taste it in the morning, like it’s all yours baby. But until then..” She said, leaning forward to place one more chaste kiss on your lips before backing away and walking down the hall towards the elevators. Glancing over her shoulder one last time at you, who stood, shocked, and properly fucked in the middle of the hallway, your eyes not leaving Wanda as she disappeared down the hallway. She shot you a wink before round the corner and completely disappearing from view.

You were fucked.

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A few days had passed since the incident in the hallway, since you let a woman, whom you barely knew, fuck you into oblivion, using nothing but her magic, against a wall in the compound. You couldn’t get the woman out of you head, you would close your eyes and all you could could see was her. The way her eyes drank in every ounce of your body as you withered away into pure bliss as she fucked you with her magic. The way her magic felt pressed against you, the thought alone causing your thighs to clamp shut, trying to dull the ache that was burning between them.

You tried your best to avoid Wanda at every cost, turning the opposite direction in the hallway when you would see her, or hiding behind a wall when you two would go to enter the room at the same time, trying to avoid the inevitable, the long awaited conversation about what happened. How were you supposed to tell her that you didn’t enough balls to break up with Natasha and that you weren’t sure if you could? Natasha was all you had known for two years, she was there when no one else was, someone who helped break down your walls when they were built so high. And you were scared, scared to hurt Natasha and scared of what might come of something between you and Wanda. You liked the idea of new, you liked the idea of Wanda, but it all scared you, everything did.

You decided to take the day to yourself, to gather your thoughts and think things over. To decide exactly what you wanted, this wasn’t an easy decision, a decision that shouldn’t be made over one night of fucking, if that’s what you would ever want to call it.

You stepped out back, towel in hand, one of Steve’s oversized t-shirts covering your bikini clad body as you approached the pool. You stopped in your footsteps, jaw practically on the floor as you watched Wanda lift herself out of the pool, her breasts spilling out of the top of her bikini, her bottoms a bit too cheeky and showing far too much than you would allow of she was yours. You shook your head at the thought as you looked up to see Wanda giving you the same look, a sly grin on her face as she looked you over, tongue darting out to wet her lips.

“Hello, Y/N..” Wanda spoke, eyeing you. You hadn’t left your spot since stepping foot onto the concrete surrounding the pool. You shifted uncomfortably on your feet as your finally moved and made your way to an empty lounge chair, setting your towel down. Wanda laughed lightly at your nervousness as she sat down on her chair and leaned back on her arms, head leaning back to take in the warm rays of the sun.

You gulped. Everything about Wanda screamed sex. It was as if she was created and put on this earth for your own viewing and physical pleasure and you wanted it. You wanted every ounce of it. You wanted all off her, in every form, from the fucking to the kissing to the cuddling to taking her on dates and just her.

“Your thoughts are very loud.” Wanda stated and your let out a breath.

“So you heard-“

“Everything, yes darling.” She said nonchalantly and you licked your lips, reaching down to grab the end of the t-shirt you were wearing and lifting it off of your body, revealing your skimpy, if not barely there black bikini, watching as Wanda’s eyes darkened at the sight, a sort of primal instinct igniting inside of her as she drank in the sight before her. You slowly made your way over to her, climbing in Wanda’s lap, straddling her wasit and pressing your bodies close together.

“Give me a reason to leave Natasha and I will, god I will.” You said, fingers tangling in her damp hair as Wanda groaned, surging forward and connecting your lips in a teeth clashing kiss, the pent up emotions and frustrations releasing that had been building since the night in the hallway. You couldn’t stop your hips from grinding against Wanda, something to relieve the growing ache between your legs, trying to find some relief.

Wanda, using her magic, flipped the two of you over so you were laying on the lounge chair and she was on top, straddling you this time.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this moment?” Wanda asked, leaning down to nip at the skin of your neck, making sure to leave a mark, not caring if Natasha or whatever the fuck her name saw. You whined, leaning your head back to allow more access to Wanda, who happily accepted as she placed more open mouthed kisses down the length of your neck, nipping where she found suitable. Your hips lifted up, wanting something, needing something more, but they were quickly pinned down by Wanda’s magic.

“Good girls are rewarded, are you my good girl, Y/N?” Wanda asked, her hands trailing down the length of your body before stopping above the waistband of your bikini bottoms, toying with it between her fingers.

You nodded, “Yes,” you choked out, words barely audible. “I’m your good girl.” You whimpered when you felt the fabric of your bathing suit tear and the material get flung somewhere across the spanse of the surrounding area, but you didn’t care, fuck you didn’t care at all. You didn’t care if someone were to walk out right now and catch you while Wanda was about to have her fingers buried knuckle deep inside you, you wanted to scream it to the world if you could.

Wanda wasted no time in reaching a hand down between your needy thighs and ran them between your slick folds, moaning softly at the wetness that coated her fingers. “Is this all for me sweet girl?” She purred and you nodded dumbly, biting your lip to stop the moans that you wanted to release.

“Let mommy hear you scream, let everyone on this compound know who you belong to.” Wanda said as she slid two fingers deep within your slick walls, moaning at the sensation of them clamping tightly around her fingers. “Oh sweet girl, so tight and ready for me.” Wanda said and you moaned, a feeling of fullness you hadn’t felt in a long time, something you had never felt with Natasha, took over your body, back arching off of the lounge chair as you felt the fingers you had been oh so desperately been thinking about these last few days finally fill you.

Wanda kept a steady pace, hand stuck between both of your bodies as she thrusted her fingers deep inside of you, watching your face contort in sheer pleasure as her fingers worked you up to your release. You were shaking, your body fully submitting to the woman above you and you didn’t care, you would give your body up to her any day, let her use you how she pleased if it meant you got to feel this good every day for the rest of your life.

You opened your eyes enough to look up at Wanda, who’s pupils were blown and her eyes were glazed over with pure lust, it wasn’t fair that you were the only one being pleasured, Wanda deserved it too. So you reached your hand between your bodies, and before Wanda could protest, your longest two digits found a home buried deep within her walls and Wanda almost stiller her movements at the action, the feeling of you inside her own dripping cunt was almost enough to send her over the edge.

“Fucking hell sweet girl, you want to make mommy feel good too, huh?” She moaned softly as you curled your fingers, pumping them at a steady pace, matching hers and building her up to her release as quickly as you were built up to yours.

Wanda could feel her orgasm approaching, so she picked up the pace of her fingers, using her thumb to run tight, slow circles on your clit, sending you over the edge almost immediately. Your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave as your body arched off of the lounge chair, body convulsing with pure pleasure as you body was wracked with electricity, Wanda using her magic to her advantage, causing your orgasm to last longer than normal.

Wanda came undone at the pure sight of you, with the extra flick to her clit and she too herself tumbled over the edge into sheer bliss, her body spent as she felt herself collapse on top of you, forehead resting on your shoulder as she tried to catch her breath. She felt a hand begun stroking soft lines up and down her back, a soft smile spread across her face as she leaned up on her arms enough to look down at you.

“So are you going to break up with your girlfriend? Because I’m bored without you.” She said and you smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You definitely gave me a good enough reason to.” You replied softly and Wanda smiled, leaning down to press your lips together in another kiss, the first kiss of many to come.

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hollyhomburg · 4 years

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Reasons Wretched and Divine (Pt. 7)

(Hybrid au) (YoonMinJoon x Reader) (Mafia au)

Summary: After years of abuse, you’ve all finally found each other. But for one of you- the fear still lingers, hidden in the shadows. Yoongi doesn’t want much, just a few more weeks, but he only has until the end of the summer.

Parings: Snake hybrid! Yoongi x Dog hybrid! Jimin x Dog hybrid! Namjoon x Pregnant! Reader, Platonic Vmin, allusions to 2seok,

Genre: Hybrid au, Polyamory au, Hurt/Comfort, Recovery, Pregnancy, Mafia au

Tags: Domestic abuse, references to sexual abuse- and choosing to have sex even though you’ve been through sa, physical abuse, polyamory negotiations, Post-traumatic stress disorder, mute characters, brief gore at the end, pregnant m/c, frottage, marking kink, fingering, oral f. receiving, Voyeurism, exhibitionism, implied death but dont worry I do not write MCD!!!!

A/n: just for posterity's sake! i was drunk when i posted this! enjoy! full gangbang comes in (y/n) next chapter! (oh god im going to hell).

W/c: 10.5k

Song Rec: Like Real People do ~ Hozier

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2 Years Earlier

- If Jeon Jungkook where so esoterically inclined, he would write a book on how he had become the most dangerous man in the underworld. It would be a short book though; because Jungkook had only 2 rules for himself. The first was to always get up after he’d been hit during a fight (even if it took him a second) and the second was to know when to mind his own business.

- Jungkook was always able to get up after being hit, Even when he’d been a street kid, with not a penny to his name and a whole lot of anger in his mouth. ready to spit vitriol at anyone who would pause and listen. He’d always been able to get up. The pain giving him a kind of sick clarity that he eventually sought out instead of tried to escape. Jungkook could never think as clearly as he did during a fight; or when he was in pain. And that was probably because of his father.

- But whatever. That man was 6 feet under, (his mother on the other hand- no- that bitch certainly had more than one dept to pay still). He didn’t have a lot of time or energy to put into dealing with that particular trauma (why he honestly felt like sometimes- he liked being hit). Most of his energy went into staying alive. Even now- when living and surviving teetered on the same edge. Jungkook had more pressing matters to tend to than dealing with his own fragile mind.

- The way he would get up and hop around for a second to soak in the clarity after being hit during a scuffle was one of the reasons why he’d been given his street name: The Playboy Bunny; further set in stone with his tattoo of the same moniker under his left eye. A cheekbone he’d tap and say “you want to hit me? why don’t you try your luck and see how well it turns out for you.”

- He was doing reconnaissance, Sneaking around the back alley with his hood up and his glasses on- disguising his black eye that was sure to get more than a few looks from passers-by. The ears of the playboy bunny tattoo peeking out over the top of his mask.

- He keeps his eyes on the crowd waiting for some sort of handoff- to see anything at all. But he’d lost his target through the crowd and has no drive to find them in the dizzying rush of people and umbrellas. Not yet. Not when the hum of addiction lurks in his veins.

- Jungkook pauses lighting a cigarette, when a commotion to the side hidden around a corner- blurs his concentration. The world snapping back into focus when he sinks his fingernails into his palm. Terse voices. A couple fighting in the alleyway perpendicular to his.

- Minding his own business was a particular skill of his- it took one kind of person to know when to step in, and another to know which problems weren't worth the headache. And unless it involved the acquisition money or some step therein, it wasn’t a problem worth getting into in Jungkook’s opinion.

- But Jungkook can’t stop his ears from hearing snippets of conversation, a low and angry male voice. The sound of a smack. “You just had to embarrass me like that, didn’t you? First, you come out dressed like a slob and then you act like a fucking whore- I swear if I see you give eyes to another man this week I'll beat you five ways to Sunday”

- The sound of a soft female voice, so quiet- almost indistinguishable from the pouring rain, “I wasn’t-” another smack.

- Jungkook has been hit so many times he knows the sound of it, the ragged gasp the woman lets out, also quite- like even the pain takes up too much space.

- His body starts to move before his mind thinks it through as he gives up position in favor of investigating the noise. There he sees it, ivy growing up the wall next to the back exit of some restaurant. A woman, small crouching in front of a grotesque man. A baggy coat buttoned tight around her small form. hair swept back in a tight bun. Red lipstick smudged. Though you check your hands and think its blood for a moment before you remember you’re wearing it.

- Jungkook waits for a moment before he watches you stand on shaky legs. you get up.

- The rest of the underworld might be old grudges and blood feuds but Jungkook was only here to be a businessman. He didn’t have time for ego and arrogance, let alone time for altruism...

- Usually.

- He looks on for a moment, too sluggish without nicotine, but Jungkook’s lingering stare almost seems to spur the man on. He’s wearing a jacket with a military patch, a badge; some sort of congratulation for service done no doubt. and Jungkook feels his distaste for the man deepen.

- “What you looking at punk?” he slurs. Stalking forward as if to shove Jungkook. He almost wants to tut- that would be an expensive action. Jungkook wonders if the man is maybe high or drunk or both. He’s has had his fair share of experience with junkies and he knows one when he sees one.

- “Nothing, just a pig beating his girlfriend.” The man settles for shoving Jungkook back. And Jungkook lets him. You don’t look up, don’t do anything but lean to the side, like the brick wall is the only thing keeping you up. Jungkook sees the back of your hand, black and blue, the other bruises on your neck. You only make eye contact with him once. Just slightly. Barely in passing.

- You look like Jungkook used to look. He remembers in the savage bite of an open-handed slap- the fear he sees in your eyes. He looks and looks. And it aches so viscerally as Jungkook watches you go, your hurt echoes through him. You look beaten down and broken like Jungkook used too; before he’d decided he was done taking punches from people who were supposed to love him- Were supposed to care.

- (Before he realized life wasn't supposed to hurt)

- He’s never been one to feel things for other people, the empathy sparing him through most of the suffering he’s seen. It’s not that he’s unfeeling; it’s just that Jungkook’s life has forced him to feel concerned only for himself and no one else. His own survival is his first priority; Not others.

- He watches you walk away, And you don’t look back at him. Rushing to keep up with your husband's steps. He waits until you disappear into the crowd before he lifts his phone to his ear and makes a call. “Hey, I need you to flag all of the cars that leave the parking lot, they’re just a couple, should be coming to you soon.”

- Jeon Jungkook had become the most powerful man in the underworld because of two reasons; by being able to take punches, and by knowing when to mind his own business.

- But For this, Jungkook thinks he can make an exception.

- (You won't remember meeting Jeon Jungkook, but Jungkook will always remember you).

~.~

Now

-It comes as no surprise that your little speech fades after a few days and the rest of the hybrids quick to return to treating Yoongi with a mix of disdain and fear. Though mostly- this seems to be caused by Minhyung's group and the other canine hybrids. Namjoon hears them whispering about ‘favoritism’ before they catch on that he’s listening in. And in the days following your impromptu departure from the farm, you find people quiet even further whenever Yoongi's brought up. Staring when Yoongi comes close, afraid to interact with him.

- Even Jimin is greeted mostly with silence from all but a few. The bunny hybrids don’t act so skittish anymore, and the cat hybrids could care less used to sticking to their own group. Taehyung seems to have encouraged the other bear hybrids to make an actual effort and they at least say hello now. It’s better than the derisive comments of the dog hybrids, or the snooty noses stuck high in the air of the dear hybrids and other exotic breeds.

- They know Jimin is close to Yoongi and Namjoon, and now he feels even more like an outsider that before (somehow it doesn't matter as much as before). The only ones who don’t act overtly different are the new hybrids; Hoseok and the small lion hybrid. but They were never around to learn how to hate Yoongi in the first place.

- it's a little cute- the way that Hoseok will always shout Yoongi's name in greeting (though you're unsure if that's just his personality now that he's started to grow into himself). Hoseok is unbothered by Yoongi's reaction; to shy away from anything that will draw more attention to himself. But Hoseok's smile is so bright and elastic that even he has a hard time ignoring the otter hybrid. You hope there will be a friendship there eventually, that yoongi will open up to more than just your group.

- The little lion kit is a new addition too, she's not the only young feline hybrid you have at the farm but she is the friendliest. She gets pretty close to the other cats that work in the kitchen almost instantly. Probably on account of her young age (she's barely 7) and the eldest cat hybrid seems to be particularly fond of the little one.

- She's curious and kind to Yoongi too- excitedly running up to him more than once to show him a little rock or some flower she found- and yoongi will marvel and nod, and if Jimin is near- he'll lean close and tell her how pretty it is.

- She doesn't seem at all deterred by Yoongi's lack of voice. one day she even sees Jimin, her ears perking up excitedly, tail swishing. "Hello Yoonies voice!" it's a little cute- even if it does make yoongi splutter a little. But she's not exactly wrong; Jimin does talk for yoongi more these days.

- She Always comes bounding up to you and giggling happily to be picked up. Her little legs stretching around your waist, small bottom sat atop your baby bump. Making you get the kind of look that makes Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin sigh and look impossibly fond. They can only imagine what you’re going to be like once your little one is born. Your due date is barely 2 months away.

- In truth- you’re starting to get a little bit big. You say it one morning with Namjoon. After he asks you why you’re looking into the mirror with such a displeased expression. The sound of your terse voices alerts Yoongi and he comes to the door to your bedroom to witness your spat. Making a flippant hand movement at Namjoon to back off. Namjoon could smell your distress on you when you looked in the mirror, his voice tense but breaking. “Baby just tell me, why you think you’re not beautiful like that? let me understand. Cuz to me- you look more irresistible every day.”

- It’s not that you exactly wanted him to agree with you that you were nearing the size of a whale- but this doesn’t help at all either. His unending insistence- doesn’t he see? when he looks in the mirror doesn’t he see what you do? His instance that everything is alright doesn't help when you’re feeling this self-conscious.

- Yoongi helps you, fiddling with Namjoon’s closet for a second before he pulls out an extra-large white shirt of his and helps you into it- tying it loosely over your baby bump so that it flatters your waist a little more. The attention that Yoongi shows you clearly making you flustered. Then he drags you to the mirror, tugging your hair out of its bun, the tension going out of your shoulders.

- Yoongi doesn’t know it, but Namjoon does. Your late husband used to always be so particular about your hair, yanking on it harshly if it was left down. and An easy way to avoid him yanking on it was to leave it up. And sometimes you still pull it up convinced it’s safer even though he’s dead and gone. It’s scary how simple it is- but the second your hair comes down your whole body relaxes.

- All the while Namjoon watches from your bed. And you take in yourself, the baby hairs free-floating against your forehead; Yoongi curls one gently around his finger and then lets it go. You take in the way that the fabric hangs now, making you look a little more proportional, Yoongi gives you a satisfied smile behind your back and you have to sigh and admit it. “Okay- okay- I’ll give you this- I’m not a whale”

- “And even if you where you’d be a pretty whale.” Yoongi has the good sense to hurl a pillow in Namjoon’s direction, but it makes you laugh all the same- the heaviness in your chest abated a little. Your sleeve brushing Yoongi’s as you head downstairs, Namjoon trailing behind.

- The beach trip was a nice distraction from chores but the real work comes crashing down on them the next few days. Your little group feels closer than ever, you rarely part from any of them for long and their intention, their little acts of care never fail to make you feel flustered and taken care of.

- Jimin always holds out a hand for you to take when you’re stepping over uneven ground, Yoongi makes a startled noise whenever you so much as get close to a hose that might trip you, always gesturing for you to pause and take a break whenever you’re working in the garden. Namjoon too, always running back and forth from whatever project he’s working on to check on you and make sure you have water or food.

- At night, Namjoon takes your stretch mark cream from you, rubbing down your baby bump and your hips, the little lines of lighter skin on your waist get little kisses from him.

- Even if you want just a snack, Namjoon and Yoongi will bring you a full meal- convinced that you need to be eating more than you are. At dinner Yoongi fills up your plate- piling it high with more food then you could fit in your already crowded tummy. And he always eyes you suspiciously when you can’t finish the full plate. Namjoon too will level you with a look- asking if you really are full.

- Since your pregnancy has progressed, you’ve become a little moodier, and a little hornier whenever way the wind blows. And Namjoon doesn’t help that much at all- and by that you mean, he makes it worse. When he comes out of the field with his shirt off and tucked into his shorts all of his thickness, his muscles that make you ravenous.

- During lunch one day he drags you away to a forgotten tool shed, though it would be easier just to go up the hill to your bedroom- you feel like teenagers sneaking around like this.

- Namjoon presses into you as he hits the latch on the door, muffling your giggles with kisses as you hide from the hybrids outside, voices that you can dimly hear, unable to pick out any one particular yet- but you know they're there.

- You and Namjoon might bicker like an old married couple. But you also act like teenagers gooey and giggly and so so so in love. “Do you think that they can hear you like this? Or smell you, my love?” Namjoon is always quick to tell you how delectable you smell when you’re horny. His more sensitive nose-picking it up the second you feel a slickening between your thighs.

- You’re shaky when you respond. “I don’t know, maybe?” Namjoon always has this passionate intense air about him. He’s slightly possessive- but you’d never fault him for that not when it’s all about protecting and providing for you. Not when he always puts your pleasure first (you feel like you may have turned into a slight pillow princess with him).

- Namjoon heaves you up onto the edge of a bench and then gets on his knees. Gently lifting your leg over his shoulder. He’s always mindful of how much you can move in your swollen state. He checks to make sure he’s not bending your hips in an uncomfortable way.

- You put your hands back on the dusty bench to stabilize yourself as you lie back, Namjoon wastes no time in pressing his face close to your cunt and inhaling, His nose prodding at the thin fabric of your underwear. One of his ears caught on the hem of your dress. His fingers digging into the plushness of your thighs- so full and healthy it makes him hard in his pants.

- He’s slow with the appreciation of your thighs and hips. Hands gripping and moving on to touch and feel like you have all the time in the world. But you hear voices outside the tool shed you’ve commandeered and you could just slip out and go back up to your house- but somehow you like this better. The thought of being discovered stirring an unsure heat in your stomach.

- You can hear Taehyung's voice, and then- like a shock through your core- you hear Jimin’s. Namjoon can feel your jolt. And you realize- his sensitive ears must have known who it was before your own human ones did. He chuckles- teasing his fingers along the hem of your underwear, almost daring to slip inside.

- You almost whine when you think about what you’re being denied- the harsh pull of his fingers that you’re so addicted too, how thick his fingers and knuckles feel (almost as nice as his cock) when they pull out and push in.

- Yoongi and Namjoon have always had the most lovely hands, it’s strange that when Namjoon touches you- you think about Yoongi’s hands. The way you clench around his fingers at that has Namjoon’s tail wagging. "you're thinking about them aren't you," The way you clench around his fingers at that has Namjoon’s tail wagging. Because yeah; Yoongi and Jimin are apart of Namjoon’s pack too, and bonding and group sex are kind of the same thing to hybrids. You’d found that out the hard way when you’d found a group of cat hybrids all tangled together in the grass the other day.

- Namjoon is always so gentle with you because of your condition, but you find your hips jerking with want. His fingers still when he feels the way your wetness has spilled out the sides. His thumb pressed over your clit teasingly. “smell so good when you're like this So wet my love, are you thinking about them finding you like this?”

- “Y-yes” you confess, and Namjoon growls, nipping at you through the fabric, the feel of his teeth brushing you, over the sensitive skin. The fabric cushioning the feeling, makes you almost gush, and you know you’ll be shakily legged by the time he lets you get down. And that he won’t let you get away from him until he’s taken care of you in this way, sated you in every sense of the word.

- But he can also tell how shy you are, the heat under your skin at the thought of being discovered. always unsure how much of your dirty talk is a real want and not just something you like in theory. Namjoon knows the idea of sharing you with the others might seem like the most natural and hottest thing; to love you alongside them. but to you- a human, hybrid sex and hybrid bedroom dynamics aren't as given.

- So he leans close, sliding your underwear down your legs slowly, letting you feel the heat of his palms on your skin. You're getting worked up a little too quickly, your heaving breaths needy. God damn pregnancy hormones you'd say if you could think beyond the plush feeling of his lips pressing a kiss to your clit. “Gotta clean you up for them, if they smelled you like this- then they’d know wouldn’t they?”

- You prove Namjoons initial assumption wrong. “What if I-” you whisper- gasping quietly as Namjoon drags the fabric to the side and glides a delicate lick over your folds. “What if I want them to know?” the pleasure thrumming through your body as Namjoon licks up your slit. Namjoon stills, ears perked, eyes flashing in the half-light. The snarl against your cunt loud and echoic.

- The voices outside fall silent and Namjoon doesn't stop his ravenous licking no matter if you have to bite your lip to keep your noises in. One of your hands scrambling to pull at his hair and find something to grip onto and anchor yourself against the onslaught of pleasure. Jimin is the first one to puncture the silence, “What was that?”

- Then comes Seokjin's voice “all of you- move along- whoever it is they probably don’t want the three of you listening in like a bunch of horn dogs” which is basically a confirmation that they were listening in, and that Yoongi was there too.

- When you finally exit the toolshed with weak legs, sure you’re going to have to at least got change your underwear. You find a bleary-eyed Seokjin a few dozen feet away, obviously upwind of the toolshed. he levels Namjoon with a tired expression. “You both have dirt on your knees” Namjoon has the good sense to look shy at that. You hastily brush off the spots on his, and he on yours.

- If Jimin and Yoongi smell anything on you later- they don’t say anything and the idea that they might make you feel hot all over whenever they lean in too close. You think you see a blush on Yoongi’s face more than once, and maybe see him adjust his pants out of the corner of your eye, but Jimin seems blissfully unaware.

- You have a check-up at the doctor’s office in the coming days. And although only Namjoon is allowed in the room with you (they have a two-person maximum because the ultrasound room is tiny), Yoongi and Jimin also accompany you. Namjoon comes bounding out after, waving the picture and smiling so so wide, both Yoongi and jimin leaning in close to get a better look- they’re so enamored with the little photo. And when you get home- Namjoon shows anyone that asks how the check-up went, eventually hanging it on one of the two fridges in the kitchen.

- Jimin is the only one who seems to notice the jealous looks- because you went out for ice-cream after and come home with them still partially melting (you’d had another craving- french-fries dunked in ice cream of all things). One of the other hybrids having heard Jimin talk to Tae about the beach trip too. They come to you at the end of the day, 2 bunnies, a cat, a fox and one of the bears- a mish moshed group of hybrids; petitioning you to start the beach trips for everyone.

- You can only fit so many people into the back of your truck so you pick a day and start a raffle for spots. Jimin throws his name into the hat just in case but to his surprise, Yoongi doesn’t. No matter how much Jimin bugs him too; He won’t agree to accompany Jimin to the beach again. Shaking his head with a roll of his eyes back tipped back against the grass, his sunhat crumpled. Offering up a few sweet tomatoes to soothe Jimin’s sour nerves.

- The peace lasts for a couple of days before they’re right back to treating Yoongi like shit and for some reason, it pisses Jimin off more. No matter how many times he’s heard Namjoon asks Yoongi to please tell him when anything happens. The snake hybrid seems unable to fight back.

- Jimin asks one of the hybrids why she won’t look at Yoongi (after the snake has already gone up the hill to retrieve another dish for dinner) and beyond a startled look, she just says “none of us can smell him” she throws a stack of paper towels down onto the table angrily. The deer hybrid across from them stumbling with their silver wear But she doesn’t need to re-iterate herself. Jimin understands- it’s hard to trust someone who can lie to your face- and in the world of hybrids where emotions can be decreed from a simple sniff, Jimin can’t say he doesn’t see where they’re coming from.

- Doesn’t excuse their behavior, however. After all- Jimin can smell Yoongi’s emotions through his scent and he didn't realize that was something strange until now. To Jimin, Yoongi’s scent is soft and sweet- something gummy and soft like a marshmallow. But that’s probably because he spends so much time with the hybrid. The others only spend so much time around him and are unused to his scent. And the fact that he never talks and never tries to socialize doesn’t help.

- Jimin can’t imagine not wanting to smell more of it- not leaning in whenever the other hybrid passes. Jimin wants to bury his face in Yoongi’s neck and rub his cheek all over it. The same way that Namjoon does to him in the morning if he shows up before he’s changed from his pajamas. And he knows he smells soft like sleep- an alluring smell to the older alpha when he comes down the stairs, ears straight up eyes wide as he takes in all of Jimin's vulnerability.

- and it might have to do with what Taehyung had said- that alphas eat up that sort of thing.

- Namjoon smells good too, his scent all soft mornings and sleepy walks, the older hybrid large and so pliant in his sleepiness, eyes swollen and face puffy as he hides in Jimin’s shoulder. Sending his pine scent all over so that it sticks to jimin no matter where he is. So that jimin will smell like Namjoon all day.

- One of the cat hybrids at the sink rolls her eyes. But when you come down the stairs smelling much the same. You touch his arm so softly in passing, like you can’t believe you’re allowed. And Jimin’s senses are a dizzying blur of cream, peaches, pine, and marshmallow.

- when he goes back to the barns, hazy at being scented by Namjoon so thoroughly. Taehyung levels him with a funny look and a chuckle. "you're more devious than anyone gives you credit for" thought Taehyung means it good-naturedly- it's good to have a friend to ask how to go about flirting with. the other hybrids gathered on the couch in front of the tv; some cartoon playing- pretend like they're not listening in.

- "How do you know so much when you don't have a pack of your own Tae?" he asks over breakfast, the two of them clutching breakfast burritos on their way to check Tae's bees. Tae doesn't meet Jimin's eyes "you're just lucky- most hybrids dont find a pack so easily Jimin" his words aren’t jealous- only a little patronizing. And Jimin accepts it because he knows he has a lot to learn.

- Taehyung is right- out of all of the hybrids at the farm, there are only a few who have paired up or even made stronger groups or multi-person packs. the bunnies and the cats don't form set generally- though there are a few pairs and more than a few throuples.

- Jimin as caught Yeonjun making out with a tabby more than once- has learned to avoid certain sections of the woods all together because everyone knows that's where the bunny hybrids like to go in the afternoons. The canine hybrids are the only ones who have packs, though there are more than half a dozen loners like jimin and namjoon.

- It's hard for Jimin to cohabitate with them even though there are other larger predators and more than a few prey hybrids living in Jimin's barn. he hadn’t really realized until taehyung pointed it out that each different pack occupied one corner of the punk room. More than once- the room in the barns has felt hostile if only for the packs that have claimed either corner of the bunkroom. it's usual to wake up and find more than one of the pups cuddling with another in one single bed.

- Having reciprocated love in his pack shouldn't feel like an impossibility to Jimin. But still, when Yoongi steps close- an inch too far away, his fingertips barely brushing- Jimin just- yearns. It’s a soft sort of yearning, the kind that has jimin jumping up whenever Yoongi needs something. Has him settling a think knit blanket over Yoongi’s nobly knees during movie nights, and sticking his own feet underneath the edge of the blanket. Feet Pressed to the clothed line of his calf. Maybe nothing will ever come of it, But Jimin yearns with everything he’s got regardless.

- In the late hours of the night, when Jimin lies awake thinking about the three of you. An instinct welling inside of him that says he should walk up the hill and fall asleep on your couch just to be closer to you three (the pack instinct- Taehyung calls it, looking a little bit sad himself when jimin asks him, the other hybrid moving away before jimin can ask exactly what that means) Jimin wonders if his feelings will ever be reciprocated.

- But love is a strange thing, it’s not just about saying it with kisses or touches- though Jimin wants them too. There is love in the small things, in building something together so that’s what Jimin tries to do. Every day- he takes to gardening with a new vigor. Shouting in joy when you harvest some of the tomatoes- filling up a whole gallon bucket with the amount that have ripened over the last week. Your peppers and cucumbers are beginning to produce more too.

- Jimin and Yoongi run to Namjoon just to give him a handful. The alpha gives each of them a sweet nuzzle in thanks, even if Yoongi chirps and moves back after a moment. A flush high on his cheek. Namjoon looking up at Yoongi from where he’s stopped- cheek on the elder's shoulder. The snake relaxing after a moment.

- You spend the rest of the day showing Jimin and Yoongi how to prepare the tomatoes to make a sauce, roasting them on low heat. Cutting garlic so so carefully, and whenever Jimin looks across the prep table- Yoongi’s gaze darts away. halfway through- yoongi stoops down, sticking his socked feet into jimin’s lap, and it feels so nice, to have their weight there.

- You go over to Yoongi at one point, and he tips his head back to look up at you. The back of his head is at the right height to lye up against your baby bump. And Jimin watches, as you slowly, so slowly, brush the hair out of his eyes and away from his forehead. Yoongi’s eyes flutter closed and he tips his face into your hand. Letting out a low happy grumble when you take his action as positive reinforcement, and drag your nails over his scalp. In Jimin’s lap, Yoongi’s toes curl.

- It feels strange- and Jimin can’t quite put his finger on it- but it almost feels like Yoongi is letting you all touch him more than ever. Suddenly okay with touches- as long as it’s in a more private setting. Jimin can’t say he’s unhappy about it. Maybe one-day yoongi will even let Jimin scent mark him.

- Jimin smiles at Yoongi’s happy little snake grumbles. And keeps chopping his garlic. Is happy to receive the same kind of scratch from you a few minutes later. Though he might abandon his chopping in favor of rubbing his face all over your stomach when the instinct strikes him. Jimin unintentionally lets out a growl when you start to move away. Slapping a hand over his mouth and apologizing, no matter how you and Yoongi laugh.

- Still, despite the happiness, you have in your kitchen, in your house, whenever you’re around each other. The rest of the world is not so kind.

- An adoption day comes at arguably the worst and best time. There is still a fair amount of friction between your group and the rest of the hybrids. And a few outsiders at the farm only make it worse. Though Yoongi, Jimin, and Namjoon aren’t the only hybrids who wear red stickers to indicate that they are not available for adoption.

- Hoseok surprisingly- grabs a yellow sticker. And the three of your hybrids watch- as Seokjin hovers around him- a red sticker on his own lapel- wary of all and anyone who interacts with the otter hybrid. His glares putting off all but the most attentive patrons. That's where it starts.

- Jimin is unfortunately caught in the middle when seokjin confronts hoseok. off to help the three of them bring down 3 trays of cut watermelon for the hybrids and the patrons. The dinner tables have been set out on the side of the field piled high with Hors d'oeuvre. You’re there with Namjoon greeting the humans. Games are set out too- for the hybrids and humans to play.

- it’s no secret that they’ve gotten close, and jimin had assumed they’d talked about it- but apparently not. Seokjin is so angry he’s nearly crying. “why- hoseok- why do you want to leave the farm?” Hoseok’s little otter ears are tight against his scalp. “I just- I didn’t want to assume?”

- “Oh- so you’d rather just- throw away everything that we’re trying- all of this- you don’t you dont want to stay do you-” Jimin has never seen seokjin looking so lost, and he knows enough to guess that Seokjin’s anger is at least in part to due to some trauma (later- Jimin will find out that Seokjin’s mother left him with his last owner- an abusive man- to save herself).

- Jimin knows enough to get in between them, telling them to calm down and spend a minute away from each other. Jimin ends up with Hoseok- “it’s hard Jimin- how do you, how do you have so much sureness with Y/n? with Namjoon and yoongi too? How do you look at them and trust that you should stay?” Hoseok's eyes remain on Jimin's red tag.

- Jimin sighs, thinking it through, “do you look at Seokjin and know he cares about you? like- do you know it in your bones?” Hoseok bites his lower lip, “yes- but-”

- “Then you should stay Hoseok,” Jimin walks Hoseok up to the main house where the stickers sit on the prep table. Changing out his yellow one for a red one. And when they head off back down the hill, Seokjin is waiting on the path with Yoongi, apologizing and dragging Hoseok away to the barns where Seokjin’s own private room is. Hoseok goes willingly, smiling up at the older hybrid. His narrow shoulders cuddled under one of Seokjin's wide ones.

- jimin has to admit, an otter and an alpaca are a weird combination for a hybrid pack (But no stranger than a pair of puppies and a snake). His thoughts drift towards Taehyung- and Jimin hopes that his friend won't end up alone. it must not be easy- to see all of you pair off like this.

- in some ways, that adoption day is full of just as much bullshit as they usually are. there are always people who dont understand the effort it takes to take care of a hybrid- they aren't just like any ordinary pet. it's easy to spot the ones that view them as pets- and less like people. You get a few rich people looking to adopt a companion as always.

- A substantial group of families also look to adopt similarly aged companions for their single children. And you agree to more than one possible test weekend. You’re always so particular about letting the children go, so wary and so careful in the way you let them interact with the families.

- Though they don’t have parents here- there are more than a few good role models and parental figures. More than one child chooses a red tag for themselves. And they always know have a right to it- no matter how young they are. You make it clear to the group of them; If they don’t want to be adopted they don’t have to be.

- You even get one couple- the woman withdrawn and sad, and a slightly jealous look at your own pregnant stomach says more than any words could. It’s pretty common for women who can’t have children to adopt hybrid children. and though some of it doesn't sit right with you, You aren’t one to judge.

- Jimin spends most of the adoption day helping you balance the need for food and for games. running back and forth to the house to help. Though there is a little work that needs to be done here and there just to keep the farm running as usual. grey storm clouds roll in halfway through the day, puncturing the blue sky- foretelling scattered showers and storms. and jimin hopes it will cut the adoption day short so that you can return to your routines.

- Jimin is just helping Yoongi putting away a broken badminton net When it happens- Jimin isn’t certain why it does. Only that he hears the words outside the shed after Yoongi's just excited to grab the broken rackets (Namjoon isn't the only clumsy hybrid you have at the farm).

- “oh sorry- ew gross,” a shrill female voice says, and then he rounds the corner and sees yoongi picking himself up from the dirt- a rich lady and her peacock hybrid looking down at him like he’s the dirt beneath his shoes. The peacock hybrid has Yoongi’s sun hat in his hands and there is another hybrid- a wolf hybrid from the farm with a green sticker on his shirt, who growls down at yoongi.

- His shoulders shake too the way they do when he’s been touched and he doesn’t want to be. Jimin has seen you brush your fingers over the back of Yoongi’s hand, has even felt the coolness of the snake hybrid through the fabric when the elder grabbed his sleeve. Has touched him even more intimately as of late. But he knows that Yoongi can’t tolerate being touched by people he doesn’t trust- doesn’t want to touch him. basically, anyone, that's, not you, Namjoon, or Jimin himself.

- “Hey- what the fuck!” Jimin spits, grabbing the sunhat out of the hybrid's hand with a growl, his ears flat against his head. If Jimin had elongated canines like Namjoon they would be barred in anger as he shoves the larger hybrid back. Yoongi shrinks impossibly smaller behind him.

- Jimin is hot and itchy from the heat and the humidity, and he really just wants to shower and cool off. He doesn’t have the energy to deal with entitled people today. And more importantly- no one touches Yoongi on Jimin’s watch.

- The hybrid looks surprised to be talked to in that way, he’s nearly a head taller than Jimin let alone the slightly taller feathers that poke out of the top of his head that give him the appearance of several more inches- but Jimin’s intimidating enough with his set expression to send the hybrid huffing away. Feathers fluffed.

- The peacock's iridescent feathers stand up on end as he grabs the hand of his human owner, her diamond tennis bracelet glittering in the sunlight. “This was getting boring anyway. Sorry” he tosses over his shoulder at the canine hybrid, who looks so disappointed his ears pinned back against his head. They only give him that- barely a look, before they’re heading off down the hill in the direction of the line of cars parked on the grass.

- The wolf hybrid deflates audibly- watching the woman and the other hybrid disappear down the hill. promises of home and family disappearing in a moment, but Jimin has to think- if they’d be discouraged so easily- were they really worth it? The wolf hybrid doesn't seem to think so- Turning his angry tear-filled eyes on Jimin.

- But Jimin can see the hate in his eyes and knows not to mistake the tears for only sadness. “You both ruin everything” he growls out- before they too run back towards the barns- no doubt to tell the others how Yoongi had sabotaged their adoption. Even though that was far from the truth. in all honestly- yoongi just bumped into the lady- or more probably- the lady bumped into him when he was on his way out of the shed.

- Jimin holds out his sunhat to Yoongi, who takes it from Jimin carefully, Jimin doesn’t linger on the fact that his hand still shakes. Jimin’s hand lingers somewhere close enough where Yoongi could touch it could reach out if he wants too. If he wants to get that kind of comfort from Jimin's touch- then Jimin will willingly give it.

- a faint flush coats the elder's cheeks. Oh no- he must be overheating then, Jimin feels a rush of concern. He knows what you would do, hover your hand close enough to Yoongi’s forehead, usher him upstairs for a break in the air conditioning, and a glass of icy lemonade.

- All they can hear is the shouts of laughter at the games the others play in the fields, “I understand why you don’t want to stay in the barns, why you don’t want to socialize with some of them, they’re so unkind to you it makes me crazy.” Jimin shakes his head, sour anger filling him like a rotten peach.

- Yoongi, looks more than pacified, looking up at Jimin with an indecipherable look. Most of the time, Jimin can get a good guess on how he’s feeling but not now- not that indecipherable heaviness he finds there. or the strangely heavy marshmallow scent that’s fluffed around them. Jimin lets go of Yoongi’s hat.

- After a moment Yoongi nods, and Jimin takes it as a thank you. They’re done for the day and dinner won’t be for another few hours or so. Jimin is ready to avoid some of the strangers and hopefully take advantage of the empty showers. The sky is grey with incumbent storm clouds when Jimin makes his way to the shower buildings which he finds blissfully empty; except for the bear hybrid Jackson that tosses a greeting at Jimin before exiting.

- Jimin doesn’t even bother to flick the lights on, instead of settling for the calm light that comes through the skylights, grey and hazy. the storm clouds have started to roll in properly. He hums as he disrobes, goes to grab his favorite strawberry body wash, and picks the last shower at the end, disrobing in relative comfort, glad for a moment of privacy.

- The blissfully Coldwater does wonders for his overheating muscles, relaxing his body deliciously from a day spent walking up and down the hill. he digests the chaos of the day- seokjin and hoseok fighting, yoongi getting shoved. you'd looked frazzled the last time he'd seen you, smile strained as you made small talk with most of the humans, Namjoon always close incase you needed someone to lean on.

- Jimin had been able to tell that your feet were sore just by looking at you. Namjoon will probably make you sit down before long, maybe he already has. You’ll probably cut off the adoption day because of the rain. Taking down names and information before you send them on their way. You rarely let a hybrid leave the farm after one adoption day, needing to have more private meetings and house calls to willingly part with one of them. You just want to make sure you dont release them back into another abusive household.

- He hums as he washes, lingering in the water and taking a longer shower than he usually would. He hums, testing the way his vocal cords wrap around the acoustics of the empty high ceilinged room.

Then he hears the scuffling of someone in the bathroom too and cuts off. A little abashed at being caught. The rustling getting closer and its a moment before he realizes that the rustling is coming from his own section of the bath. he smells him the second before he pulls the shower curtain gets pulled back.

- “Yoongi!” Jimin shouts, furiously grabbing at something to cover his nakedness. Jimin furiously tries to cover his crotch, grabbing one of the large bargain bottles of shampoo and hold it there even as cold water runs over his face. Getting into his wide eyes. “Yoongi what the fuck! You’re naked!”

- Jimin is glad that the rumors about snake hybrids having double the appendages as a normal hybrid are false but he can’t stop his blush or his wandering eyes as he sees the snake hybrid in full. Or the hot lick of arousal that shocks him through his core- especially when he recognizes the heaviness to Yoongi's scent as being arousal.

- there is a single moment, jimin can smell yoongi- can see the want in his eyes, can feel his own scent fluff out to meet his, yoongi sags under the weight of Jimin's scent as the surprise dissipates. "do you-" Jimin's face must be brighter than a tomato. He reaches out a tentative hand, "do you want to-"

- Before Jimin can do much more than that Yoongi’s lips are on his, tentative but firm and passionate, the fire leaking into him from Yoongi as jimin stumbles in surprise. The kiss tastes like thank you and Ive wanted to do this for longer than i care to admit and everything yoongi can't say, can't let slip past his lips. jimin drops the shampoo bottle which narrowly misses his foot as Yoongi’s hands come up to encircle his jaw so softly like Yoongi is holding the most important thing in his world. Jimin is so shocked that for a moment- he doesn’t kiss back and Yoongi retracts- not before Jimin chases his lips and the snake hybrid returns to him.

- It’s the first time Yoongi’s ever touched Jimin so bare, and the snake’s hands on the back of his neck feel cold and shivery but good. As Jimin’s back hit’s the wall and their fronts press together for a moment, just brushing. Then colliding with more force as they both realize how good it feels to be so close to someone you trust. It’s dizzying- intoxicating, and Jimin knows his mouth is moving sloppily even if he wants to kiss Yoongi with just as much intent.

- The snake hybrid bites- actually bites- down on Jimin’s tongue. And a strangled whine comes to live and die in his throat. A snarl in his ears from Yoongi's mouth as the snake hybrid keeps his biting, moves to Jimin's throat- bites hard Enough that Jimin knows he'll leave a bruise. "leave more- yoongi please mark me" jimin feels hot with the thought of it- the thought of all the other hybrids being able to smell yoongi on his scent gland.

- Jimin doesn’t know where to put his hands, he knows enough to know that Yoongi doesn’t like to be touched and unsure if it extends to right now. but it seems okay if he’s doing the touching. His hands sliding down Jimin's back to his waist. He’s a good kisser, the best that Jimin’s ever kissed (not that there have been many) and he tips his head forward to put as much scalding force as he can into it when yoongi leaves his neck in favor of his mouth, trying to match Yoongi’s intensity even if he can’t match his skill.

- Yoongi takes a step forward, and Jimin’s cock brushes his hipbone, and he can’t stop the way his hips jump at the contact, brushing into Yoongi further. Jimin’s blood boils with arousal. Yoongi is equally as hard compared to Jimin. And Jimin doesn't know if its water or precum that he feels on his skin. Can't look down to check.

- By the time Yoongi leans back and finishes running his fingers through Jimin’s hair and over his shoulders. Jimin’s so wound up he feels like he’s about the pass out. The cool water cascading over his back doing nothing to settle him. Yoongi moves his hips- testing the waters, as he grinds, works jimin’s hips into an unsteady rhythm. and jimin moans.

- Yoongi pulls back, looking at jimin, their noses brushing, like he can’t bear to have jimin farther away from him than this, want heavy in his eyes, and Jimin tastes the words on Yoongi’s lips as good as if he’d said them. “Yoongi” jimin breathes. Palms pressed carefully to the shower wall so that he won’t reach out and yank Yoongi closer. But he’s Weak against the wake of this of all this feeling.

- “fuck- kiss me again- can we- ” Jimin feels strung out, his body heavy with something like heat- maybe Jimin is actually having a heat and it’s not just in his imagination (he wouldn't really know what it felt like- never having had one before because of his malnutrition). But This kind of kissing is certainly enough to trigger one.

- Yoongi opens his mouth for a second, almost like he’s about to speak- or to try to, Jimin’s never been sure if he can- if it’s muteness or just Yoongi being selective. And then in the next moment, Yoongi’s gone, almost tripping on his way out of the showers with how fast he’s leaving jimin. A whine dies in his throat and jimin starts after him, But then Yoongi turns back. Gesturing with a hand for jimin to stay put. Yoongi looks angry, and it takes a moment for Jimin to realize that the anger wasn’t directed at jimin- only at Himself.

- Jimin stays in the shower, water thundering down around him as the sky overhead thunders too. Jimin listens to the faint sound of Yoongi dressing and then leaving the showers. Jimin lets him go. So sure that he has absolutely no idea what just happen- or even if he didn’t imagine the whole thing.

- jimin’s hand on himself doesn't feel nearly good as Yoongi’s did.

- Yoongi’s hands shake all the way back up the hill, and he hopes his wet hair won’t be too suspicious especially when a mixed group of hybrids crosses his path. Returning to the barns as most of the adoption day festivities have ended.

- Yoongi’s careful to keep his eyes averted. And like usual- the conversation comes to a halt when Yoongi passes them by. It no longer bugs him the way it might have once. They have a good reason not to want to associate with him. Yoongi’s body shakes with the weight of the things he’s done and the things he’s going to do.

- you gather with 3 families on your porch as you take down their names and contact information. You send yoongi a concerned look as he quickly heads inside the house. Pausing only for a moment before he decides to go to Namjoon first. Later- later he’ll ask you too.

- Stupid- he’s been so stupid recently. Touching you- indulging in these short sweet touches because he wants more so badly. Knows he can never have it doesn’t stop the wanting. If his owner ever found out what he’s done- if she ever found out what he’d almost done with jimin- she’d surely have Jimin’s hands for it.

- And as much as Yoongi wishes it were any other way- Jimin almost touching him does remind him of far worse times. Though he’d been the one to initiate it this time- the memories still linger.

- Times when foreign hands touched his skin as he’d thrashed and screamed trying to protest against the taunting words of his owner. “I’ve never been interested in snake dick but if you want him for tonight you can have him- just be careful- he bites” and he shakes with those memories. Though its been many years. like most kinds of torture- eventually, his owner had grown bored with using yoongi's body as a bargaining chip. Yoongi wonders if he’s ever going to be able to be touched that way without feeling the revulsion at his own body.

- Jimin had come close, but he'd known- known that yoongi didn't want him to touch him. Had seemed more than willing to be touched himself. the revulsion hadn't hit him until the end.

- The places he’s been touched without his consent feel black and decaying- or like ink, every time someone touches him- Yoongi’s surprised that ink doesn’t come away on your hands soft and delicate. But it didn’t change the fact that Yoongi wanted it- and wants it still.

- he wants to see you soft and sated the way you look sometimes in the morning when he can smell Namjoon on you- wants to cause it- maybe, someday in the future if you'll let him. He knows you’d be gentle with him. Wouldn’t put your hands anywhere he didn’t want. Would check in with him- going as slowly or as quickly as he wanted too. Namjoon would be able to be gentle too- Yoongi’s sure of it.

- He wants it, even though he knows that want only put you all in danger. He’s an incredibly selfish person. He hopes he never gets to have that intimacy with you, for your sake.

- yoongi should only let himself dream of something good before he goes- sinks back into that life. But the temptation for more is too strong sometimes, his want filling him up like sticky sweet syrup that pollutes every moment.

- Namjoon is on the second floor of your house and Yoongi takes the stairs two at a time. Folding laundry in what will one day be the nursery for your child. He’s taken the ultrasound up here now- hung it up so he can look at it. and Yoongi is reminded of A few days ago when he gushed about the development of your child to Yoongi in the kitchen comparing them to the size of a fruit. “a cute little cantaloupe- the cutest little cantaloupe”

- You and Namjoon have made the decision not to find out the gender, but the walls of the nursery are still pained blue, puffy clouds above and little flowers below, dandelions and daisies, a stalwart sunflower that curls over the arch of the door half-finished. Yoongi knows you work on the mural it whenever you can. But Namjoon gets a little paranoid about the fumes- you compromise and keep the windows open along with the door to your balcony to allow as much air circulation as possible.

- The crib, a fluffy white thing is already piled into the corner. And Yoongi remembers the first few weeks here when you and Namjoon had overzealously ordered it. He’d come downstairs after dinner one night and found both of you puzzling over the directions. And he’d shooed Namjoon away as he’d helped you put it together. The three of you ending up giggly and punch drunk tired by the time it was fully put together. And then had to carry it all the way up the stairs.

-A mobile of little felted flowers that Seokjin made you as a thank you present a hangs above the empty Crib- colorful and cute. And Namjoon has set the laundry on the unused changing table in neat stacks. All of the other furniture is piled into the center of the room so that you can paint the walls. He turns when he hears Yoongi, his tail swishing.

- “Hey Yoon- what you get caught in a rainstorm or something?” the rain splatters against the windows with a soft patter and Yoongi drips onto the floor. He never bothered to dry off after the unintentional shower with jimin. Yoongi makes a shrug that means ‘something like that’ and if the younger hybrid hovers on the way that Yoongi’s lips look a little kiss bitten and swollen he doesn’t say a thing. Namjoon knows better than anyone- what they talk about and what they don’t.

- He hands over the slip of paper; “jimin should move into the main house, you and I could clean out one of the storage rooms and move the stuff into the attic.”

- Yoongi watches Namjoon’s eyes rove over the words a few times. The hybrid purses his lips, “I’ve talked to Y/n about this- and she agrees- but I don’t know if he wants too? He seems pretty comfortable in the barns, he likes Taehyung and they’re friends. and we kind of want to leave it up to him if we can.”

- Yoongi snatches the paperback from him, annoyance flickering in his chest as he rolls his eye. Didn’t Namjoon see that nothing would change if they didn’t push him a little? Jimin is the type to take that kind of abuse again and again if it means not making a fuss. And Yoongi knows it’s only a matter of time before something happens again. He turns it over onto the other side and using the wall as a place to write.

- “He’s already being treated differently because of me” 'me' being double underlined- so that Namjoon really understands what he’s trying to say. Yoongi just wants to make sure Jimin is safe before he goes. Before he needs to leave and before it gets too dangerous and too near a time when his owner will physically retrieve him. Not that Namjoon knows that Yoongi’s presence has an expiration date. Namjoon searches Yoongi’s face for a source to his desperation and finds none.

- Yoongi has never felt worse for keeping secrets. Maybe in another world- Yoongi would have confessed and asked Namjoon, with all of his connections to the police, for help. Yoongi knows enough to put the whole crime system out of whack and yet. Years of negative reinforcement and beatings have taught him to keep his mouth shut and that isn’t going to change now; not when Yoongi’s life isn’t the only one at risk and he knows you’ll all live if he plays by the rules. He doesn't care about his own safety anymore.

- The second he sees Yoongi’s distraught expression Namjoon steps closer Taking off his flannel and tugging it around his shoulders. Namjoon might not make moves to scent mark Yoongi but dressing him in his clothes is as good as he gets. Namjoon’s comforting alpha scent fluffs around him.

- Yoongi wonders if jimin feels the pull the same way he does. Dynamics are more mobile in snake hybrids and downright non-existent in humans. but they’re more set in canines. Namjoon puts his hand on Yoongi’s clothed arm and Yoongi shuffles close after a second. His nose centimeters from Namjoon’s neck taking in deep breathes to try and steady himself. He didn’t realize he was shaking.

- “It will be alright Yoongi, I promise. He’s gonna be safe.” Namjoon adds quieter. And below them both- in the first floor of the house, he can hear your voice, echoing louder and laughing at some sort of joke, Namjoon’s tail starts wagging at the suggestion of you. “I want them to feel safe too.”

- Yoongi wants to write “he should take my room- I won’t be staying in it soon anyway.” but Yoongi needs to make sure- before he leaves. Jimin has to be included in your little pack. He doesn’t want to think- about what the three of you will go through when he eventually has to leave. The days are counting down to the end of the summer.

- He’s fucking selfish, so selfish, to kiss Jimin like that when he knows he won't be able to stay in the hybrids life. He’s selfish every time he begs affection off you, every day he keeps Namjoon Company when he’s cleaning up the other barns. Yoongi writing out words in the dust when Namjoon asks him questions. Eyes only searching when Namjoon turns his back. Looking for any sort of hidden compartment. Completing his task even if it’s the last thing he wants to do. Betraying you like this.

- Jimin spends the rest of the day wondering if the kiss with Yoongi was just a dream. But later at dinner, Yoongi won’t meet his eyes, and jimin knows he didn’t imagine the kiss. Guilt sticks to Yoongi, more distracting than honey stuck between your fingertips.

- Both of them go to sleep still thinking about the kiss. Jimin wondering if it will happen again and Yoongi thinking that he’d like it too. His fingers running over his lower and upper lips, mind awash with the memory of jimin’s mouth on his. And night falls heavy like a weighted blanket on the farm. The sky a big sheet with holes poked through for stars. A heavenly breeze tempting away the summer heat.

- All of the hybrids safe and snoring in their beds. Some even paired- if they’ve got it. Two furry bodies packed close on a single bed. Some even dream of homes they mind one day live in or of the people that one day they’ll get to love. The idea of being kept and treasured lulling them into a drowsy haze of anticipation and security.

- That night, Namjoon knocks on Yoongi’s door. the hybrid leaning up against the doorframe as he watches the snake get ready for bed. “you know... you could sleep in our room if you want, we have an air conditioner in there too.” yoongi has a notepad ready, he knows that Namjoon likes to open all the windows and even the door to your balcony to let the fresh air in so that it feels like you're sleeping outside. He steels himself to think of someone other than himself before he writes- “I’m okay- thanks though” Yoongi writes out.

- Namjoon lifts one of Yoongi’s blankets to his neck before he leaves, thoroughly scents marking it before he leaves it with Yoongi. And Yoongi sleeps easy that night with his nose pressed to the blanket. Safe and secure in his room. Nothing bad happens to yoongi that night even though he cuddles close to the blanket, and when he wakes in the morning. his heart beats a steady thumping rhythm- his whole body humming with anticipation.

- It’s different to feel excited about being in love, excited for a day spent close to the people he cares about. And he knows he won't take a single day for granted.

- The crickets and cicadas chirping in the field. And in a low tone on the tree outside, a morning dove gentle and unassuming. The sun rising over the hills. Tastes of idyllic and smells of Eden. Like lavender and honey.

- A hand outstretched, scrambling in the dirt before it goes still, fingers just a few inches from safety. Blood mixing in with the sand. The morning is not perfect for everyone.

- But even you would say the morning was peaceful, if not for the dead body dumped at the end of your driveway.

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Mafia!NCT 127 Reaction to You Coloring Their Tattoos

Hyuck + Mark in the Dream Reaction

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[ posted 09 / 10 / 2020 ]

Taeyong

He had no hesitation letting you color his tattoos. "Have fun, babe." He pinched your cheek and relaxed under the big tree you were both sitting under. Today was a cool and relaxing day as Taeyong had thrown all his plans away to be with you all day.

The dragon on his bicep was now stained in hues of purple and green with accents of neon yellow creeping up his shoulder. "So, besides today, how have you been lately?" His gaze swayed from you to the inside of his eyelids as he was drifting to sleep slowly. "Okay, I suppose. Work is annoying." You laughed and his heart twinged with love. "My students are definitely taking advantage of the wedding to slack off with their work." You chuckled and Taeyong took notice of the cool metal ring that laid on your left hand. It had never looked more magical than right now. The wedding was a fairytale story to think about in another time and place. It was the talk of the town. There wasn’t a reason the students shouldn’t be talking about it.

"They're kids. They're going to goof off for a while." He laughed and looked down at his arm. The color stuck inside the lines and stained your hands wildly. Your yawn brought his attentive eyes to your sleepy frame. "Tired, already?" He laughed as you could only shrug with a sheepish grin stuck on your face.

"Come here. Let's just rest for a little bit then." He pushed the markers into the grass and his arm wrapped itself around your waist as he pulled you down and into his side. You couldn't fight it as your ear was filled with the sound of his mellowing heartbeat. His fingers danced in your hair and danced along the curves of your cheekbones till he knew you were fast asleep.

He stayed awake just looking at your angelic features as the sight of his multi-colored arm shifted his focus. It was so meaningless to you but he loved it as he knew that it came from your heart and mind.

It was you-- perfect.

Taeil

"If I have to sit through one more of these stupid underboss meetings then I swear I'm going to go ballistic-" Taeil cut you off with a laugh. "I don't want caviar and fancy fish with wine! I want chicken nuggets shaped like dinosaurs with a coke!" You whined as he walked in the bedroom, one hand shoving the dress shirt underneath the hem of his dress pants.

"I know, cutie. Just a couple more meetings this week then I promise I'll take a week off and we can go and take a vacation." He pulled your hands and guided you to the bathroom where an elegant dress hung on the hooks of the door. Matching with Taeil was something you looked forward to with events like these. Yet, the event itself was throwing you off.

You got dressed and stared at yourself in the mirror. The thin red spaghetti straps danced on your shoulders as it contrasted with your dark black tattoos. The heels were uncomfortable as they carried you through the door and to the base meeting house.

You sat between Taeil and Johnny who decided to come alone and without his wife. 'lucky bitch' you thought. Taeil's hand protectively gripped the inside of your thigh. The stares of the foreign feeling underbosses littered across the room. Their aura made a shiver go down your spine as Taeil read out the news from Neo Culture's territory.

Your hand rested on top of his as your thoughts drowned out your husband's usually sweet voice. You traced the tattoos on his hand lightly with your finger. You grabbed an extra pen from Johnny's seat place and started to add onto Taeil's tattoos. The red and blue inks clashed with each other even though they laid right by one another.

Taeil gripped your wrist harshly to get you to stop but the spiteful feeling sparked in your head. You grabbed his hand with your other hand and forced it on your lap. You continued drawing and coloring the shapes and words with a vengeful attitude coursing through your veins.

A break was reached and all the underbosses were dismissed from the meeting room to the dining room where food was going to be served. Yet, once the room was cleared he grabbed your wrists once more. "What the hell are you doing?"

You automatically started to pout as you deemed that this wasn't fun anymore. "I was just trying to get your attention." You mumbled as you got up and walked out of the big wooden doors. Taeil sighed and took a deep breath. He looked down to see hearts of blue and red around your initials he had tattooed on his thumb. Tiny cartoon characters danced across his hand and he realized he was overreacting.

He got up to go after you and caught you walking slowly to the dining room. He came up behind you and slipped a hand on your lower hip. "I'm sorry, baby." Taeil sighed and kissed your cheek warmly.

You shook your head and leaned into him. "No, I shouldn't have kept going when you said to stop. I'm sorry." You confided as you both turned into the room where everyone was already seated. "Here, how about this," he whispered. "Eat a little bit of food then me and you can go out for burgers after everyone leaves." He said and the look on your face gave him the energy to get through the next hour and a half.

"Really?" You asked and he nodded. You grabbed his face and gently kissed his cheek. "Now you have my seal of approval." You laughed as you rubbed the faint mark of lipstick off of his face.

You sat down ready to shove down the nasty fish eggs and wine that was about to be served.

Johnny

Nobody understood how Johnny got you to be his wife. Everyone thought that the differences would've drowned out the connection. Yet, anybody who doubted was silenced when they spent an hour with you both. The strongness of Johnny seemed minimalized whenever you walked into the room. It was quite magical.

You and Johnny sat on the 127 squad jet, bound towards New York where you both would be staying for 3 months for protection. The family was threatened with the wives and partners coming under the harshest threats.

Johnny took you and didn't look back. You were working an 18-hour shift at the hospital and he came with no warning. Just grabbed you and left.

Jaehyun and his wife were on the way to Connecticut while Mark and his girlfriend were on their way to New York too. Johnny, Mark, and Jaehyun were to meet in New York in their respective spaces to set out a plan of action. After that, Mark would spend a month in New York, then go up to Toronto, spending his last months in Vancouver. Johnny is splitting the trip up into half in New York, the rest in Chicago. Jaehyun was taking his chances by staying in Connecticut. Yet, he said he wouldn't hesitate running West if needed.set out a plan of action. The sudden news threw you off guard.

You sat with Johnny in the back of the plane in dead silence. "I'm scared." You admitted. "Why?" He asked as he turned his phone off and threw it on the table in front of both of you.

You curled up on the couch next to him, latching onto his arm protectively. "Nothing is going to happen, sweetie." He came up to twirl your hair calmly as your heart started to race more. It was too quiet.

"Here, let's find something to do." He sighed and stood up, rummaging through the closets and storage of the plane. In a moment he returned with a pack of markers. "No paper." He frowned and sat back down with a tired sigh.

You reached forward to bring the thin cardboard box into your hands. You felt his hand rest on the small of your back as you pulled the markers out and twirled them in-between your fingers.

You looked to him to see his head leaned back and eyes shut. You grabbed his suit jacket and tugged. His head snapped up and it took him a minute to understand what you were getting at. "Oh." He sighed and shook the material off of his torso.

A simple t-shirt had been hidden underneath his blazer as you laid your eyes on his tattoos. He didn't have any hesitation as he rolled up his already short sleeves and got comfortable.

He was preoccupied with his phone as you hummed to yourself. You traced the sunflower in green and made tie-dye art on his forearms. Johnny was content with the silence and the fact he knew that you were okay and occupied.

"Wanna listen to some music, babe?" He asked as he opened his music app. "Duh." He clicked the playlist you had made for him and laughed as he watched you sing terribly into the marker. He studied your figure and facial expressions as you got caught up in coloring again. "This dragon is now going to have whiskers." You nodded but stopped quickly. "Or a mustache?" You looked at Johnny and he shrugged. "He'd look cute with some whiskers." You took the idea and plopped whiskers on the face of the dragon.

An associate who tagged along for the trip came into the back room with refreshments for the two of you. You both gladly accepted and were left alone again. "Gummy bears?" These are perfect. He threw the package at you but it went untouched as you kept drawing.

He could only laugh to himself as he opened the package for you and pulled a singular bear out. Johnny held it to your lips and was happy to you take it without much thought. You finally were happy with your artistic decisions and showed Johnny the finished piece.

"It's so nice, y/n!" He smiled and it felt like your brain was mush. You sat next to him with a content smile and a small yawn.

"Tired already?" at which you could only shrug as a response. "Then let's just watch some videos and relax." He kicked his feet up and pulled you so you were on his lap.

Johnny's phone played random videos as you latched onto him and went to sleep. He took some photos to set as his wallpaper and ultimately decided to join you in a nice nap.

(rrruuudddeee)

~~~

Yuta

"Yuta!" You called as you stepped into the large house. "I believe he's in the gazebo or his office, Miss." One of the worked associates greeted you at the front door. He grabbed the bags from your arms as you bowed politely. "Thank you so much." You were off towards the back of the house to find your husband.

"Yuta-!" You called as you rounded the corner of the house and into the back yard. The gazebo that laid just beyond the wood bridge that sat above the koi fish river-- was empty. You stopped and stared for a moment. You were sure that this is where he'd be.

"Up here, my love." A voice made you jump as you looked up to see Yuta at his office balcony. "Oh. Hi!" You waved as his eyes squinted in a smile. "How was your day out?" He asked as he brought his teacup up to his lips. "It was wonderful! I have something to show you!" You called and held up a small shopping bag in your hand. "I'll be right up!" You raced back into the house and up the stairs to where he already stood waiting for you in the doorway to his office.

"What's so amazing that you found today?" His eyebrow raised and you opened the bag quickly. "But first-" He interrupted you as he grabbed your face gently and gave you a passionate kiss. "What's this for?" You asked as he continued to stare at your face lovingly. "Just happy to see you is all." He smiled as his hands found their way into his pockets.

"Now, show me." He motioned to one of your hands that was stuck in the bag you held. You were brought back to reality and pulled the plastic package out of the bag.

"...Markers?" He asked and his tone of voice made you laugh. "Not just any markers. They're tattoo markers. They're safe for the skin." You corrected him and he rolled his eyes. "You're still on this?" Yuta asked with an amused expression. "Of course I am! This was the deal." You said shoving them into his hands so he could inspect the box.

He read the back and he had to admit...you were right.

"You said I could color your tattoos IF I found tattoo markers. Safe for the skin and everything!" He knew you did it...and that he had to hold up his part of the deal. "Okay fine." He sighed as he handed the package back. "Yay! Thank you!" You jumped and laid a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"We can do it later before dinner." He agreed and watched you skip happily down the hall.

---- "Finally! You take forever." You sighed as you moved your sunglasses up your nose. The grass tickled your bare legs as Yuta sat next to you. "I couldn't help it. Taeyong didn't want to hang up the phone." You stood on your knees and moved behind Yuta. Your hands gently rubbed his shoulders as his head fell in an exasperated manner.

"I hate to burst your bubble, Yuta. But, I called you out here for the deal. Not a massage." He whined as he flopped down on the grass, his t-shirt lifting on his back. His head rested on his folded arms as you silently cheered.

"If this stains, I will make sure to throw out all color in your life. Your life will be a dull kaleidoscope-" "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, you big baby." You laughed and opened your pouch full of the tattoo markers.

You lifted the back of his shirt more till the full picture was revealed. A full mural was printed on his back with black ink that curved and straightened out into different objects. A dragon with demons following was the full picture...a dark reality...that you were going to make colorful.

You sat on his lower back and got to work filling in the different parts of the dragon. Every once in awhile he would spasm and try to make you mess-up. Yet, with a tug on his hair, he would become limp and obedient again.

"I'm almost done." Was the phrase that almost made him weep with joy. "Finally." He let it slip and he felt a tug on his hair again. "Ow." He rubbed his head. He could feel you draw and move the felt-tipped weapons on his back.

"Finished." You cheered and grabbed his phone to take a picture. You showed it to him and ombre scaled decorated the dragon with the demon's faces were colored red and blue. It looked nice. He saw a couple of smiley faces hidden in there and felt like everything looked complete.

"Okay, my turn now!" He yelled and grabbed your arm. He pulled you to the ground and grabbed the black marker that was in your hand. "Yuta, no." You tried fighting him. "This wasn't apart of the deal." You thrashed but he pinned you under his body weight. "Excuse me? Sorry, I don't speak Japanese." His Korean rambled off quickly from his tongue. You decided to just deal with it as he took his time drawing a mustache on your face along with random doodles he could think of.

He finally stopped his antics and took a picture with his phone to look at afterward. "You look so cute, look!" He pulled up the picture and shoved it in your face. "I look gross man!" You ridiculed but he wrapped you up in his arms quickly,

"My gross man."

Doyoung

"I thought they were going to be here already." You whined as your head hit the wall behind you. "Oh, can you stop whining for once?" He groaned as he took off his bulletproof vest. The air seemed to be getting thinner as the seconds ticked past. He stretched his legs out so they touched the opposite wall of the tiny bank vault. The velvet flooring seemed sticky as it felt like your chest was getting heavier.

You stood up and went to the closed door. Kicking and banging seemed like the only viable option. You pounded and kicked as hard and as much as you could with no luck. Tears stained your eyes as you turned around to look for another option out of here. "It's getting smaller." You whispered and Doyoung took the opportunity. "You're right, y/n. I can feel the walls pushing in!" He yelled and started to thrash and roll around on the ground. You could swear that the walls were shrinking and coming closer together. You dropped to the floor with your hands over your head, ready to be crushed by the vault walls.

Doyoung was pissed and vengeful in the beginning but now he just felt bad. You sat there silently crying as you rocked yourself back and forth. Doyoung sat opposite of you and just stared, waiting for you to snap out of it, yet, there was no hope as he watched you bring your legs closer to your chest.

He pushed your shoulder and you backed away from him quickly. "Calm down. You're wasting our air." He deadpanned. You could only nod and wipe the tears away from your eyes.

"Wanna play tic-tac-toe?" He asked and you looked around, surprised he was asking in a moment like this. "Um-" He didn't wait for an answer and grabbed your legs-- pulling you closer to where he sat.

Doyoung reached into your vest you were wearing and pulled an assortment of permanent markers out. You wiped the rest of your tears and grabbed the orange marker out of his hand. He lifted the sleeve of his long shirt and created the grid in black ink. "Wanna go first?" He asked and you took the opportunity to land an 'X' in the grid.

He followed soon after you and in no time-- he won.

Another game and another and another till no space was left. An hour had passed and you were still stuck in the bank vault.

"Fine. You win this tournament. But, I know I'll win next time." Doyoung said laying back and closing his eyes. The sweat from his bangs dripped down the side of his face.

The bottom of his shirt lifted and you could see the familiar black ink on his side. "Stop staring at me like that, pervert. I have rights." He pulled his shirt down and you let a laugh rip through your chest.

"Chill. I was just looking at your tattoo." You said and he shrugged. "What about 'em?" He asked as his eyes closed once more. "Nothing. Just looking," you sighed, "I wanted to be a tattoo artist before all of this." You motioned around the velvet interior. One eye peeked open and he looked suspiciously at your figure. "Are you any good?"

You stood on your knees and lifted your shirt so he could see the piece you were in the middle of finishing. Dragon and koi fish laid on your ribs in red ink.

"Woah." He lifted himself closer and gently touched the healing ink. "You did this yourself?" You nodded as he inspected it for a good minute.

"Give me one!" He said and shoved the red sharpie in your hand. He didn't give you time before laying on his side in a straight line. He lifted the side of his shirt and waited patiently.

You shrugged, finding nothing else better to do. He already had black ink staining his skin so you decided to add on. It was another simple dragon but it fit his character and personality perfectly.

Time seemed to slow as he tried to take a sneak peek of the masterpiece you were currently working on. He planned to take a picture later and get it done, yet, it would have to be in secret.

All of a sudden, the door popped open and cool air filled the small compartment. "Welcome back to Earth." Chenle greeted. You capped the marker and grabbed your vest as quickly as Doyoung.

You both high-tailed it out of the bank and into the street where the van was waiting with open doors. Doyoung and you jumped and rolled onto the back-ground of the van and the door was slammed shut by Jaehyun.

"Sorry about that. Jungwoo spilled Sprite on the control panel." Jaehyun explained and a guilty-looking Jungwoo sat in the passenger seat, not making eye contact.

"Woah. You got a new tattoo?" Jaehyun lifted Doyoung's shirt up more to see the red dragon you had drawn.

"Eventually."

(tf is this?? i’m not even correlating the gif with the story...because what in the actual fuck is THIS????)

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Jaehyun

He was a very demanding man with particular tastes. You sat by yourself in your underground shop when a swarm of men came in all at once. They lead the way for a man in a sharp business suit.

I'm about to get shut down...aren't I?

He looked at you for a moment before looking around and coming towards you. "Are you the shop owner?" His voice was smooth with undertones of threatening. "Depends on who's asking," I answered honestly, "If it's for ink work or compliments: me. If you have any problems then I'll turn you over to my manager, Lucifer." You wiped down the glass counter in front of you. His chuckle rang sliced through the thick tension.

"Lucifer." You sang and made kissy noises. A long black haired cat hopped onto the glass counter next to you, hissing at the men and laying on its back. His back stretched as his paws grew long and pointy nails only for a moment. "Oh be nice, Luci." You called and picked the cat up in your arms.

"So how can we help you today?" You smiled and the man looked at you and sighed. "This will do." He called over his shoulder and you heard a bang of your shop door. Men walked around you to your workroom and began going through your papers. "Do you have any affiliations with any gangs in the local or surrounding areas?" The man asked as you dropped the cat onto the glass.

"No." You blurted and it was met with a smile. "Well, you have caught the interest of Neo Culture-" "Oh hell no." You shook your head and came around the counter. You pointed towards the staircase that was capped with the 'exit' door. "Leave." You demanded, yet, he stood still.

"I don't think you understand how this works." His smile made you shiver. "You were picked. You can't just...refuse." He motioned to the room. "You are on Neo Culture property and territory. You will work for us in exchange for a pretty...hefty amount of cash-" "And a bullet in my head if another gang comes by?" You questioned with your arms crossed over your chest. "Well, you don't need to worry about that till they show up...do you?" His reasoning made you angry.

"I just want a simple fill-in today. And if you do well, then you'll be taken care of." He went into his coat pocket and pulled out a stack of paper. "Rent, bills, groceries, and spending money. Not to mention guaranteed protection from the most feared crime family in the Asiatic continent." He smiled as he handed over the piece of paper.

You looked at it and it was of a dragon that needed to be shaded and filled in. You knew that you needed to do this...or say bye-bye to your shop and dreams.

You sighed and looked at Lucifer who sat grooming himself.

"It's all clear, sir." One of the men popped his head out of the back curtain. The man smiled at you and stuck out his hand. "Do we have a deal?" He asked and you regretted the decision as you felt your hand reach itself out in front of you. "Deal." You sighed and you lead him back to the workroom.

He made himself comfortable as he draped his jacket across the waiting chair and unbuttoned the bottom of his shirt. He lifted his business shirt until a blank tattoo was shown on the front section of his ribs.

You got yourself ready off of what the paper described. Black and red shading with a black streak thrown across the dragon's eyes. 1-2-7 was bent across the dragon's stomach as 5 stars surrounded the head of the dragon mimicking a crown.

"Lucifer. Out." You called and the cat meow'd before walking out of the curtain. "Want to listen to music while I work?" You asked and he shook his head 'no' as he preoccupied himself on his phone.

You worked quickly and efficiently as he didn't dare look at your work.

2 hours went by and you were done. "Finished." You said standing up and disposing of the used needles. He stood up and looked into the body-length mirror on the other side of the room. "Woah." Was all you heard.

"This is good work." He said and you awkwardly smiled while coming closer to him with saniderm and healing gel. "Take off the saniderm underwater, so I suggest a shower and apply the gel gently. Change the saniderm at the same time tomorrow then after that you can wait up to 6 days after to change." You explained as you rubbed the gel on the tattoo and stuck a big square of saniderm on his torso.

"Why, thank you,-" "y/n." You cut him off and you could see him smile as you turned away.

"Nice name." He smiled, "Thanks...I guess." You shrugged. "Well, some other members will be in for some days to come. Money has already been left under your counter." He redressed as you cleaned up your station.

"I hope to see you soon, y/n." He smiled and walked off in an eerie aura. You heard your shop door open and close.

You rested your hands on your counter and let a huge sigh escape your chest. Meow.

You looked over to see Lucifer peeking his head in.

"I know. He was really weird."

(back tf up?? in the middle of a pandemic??)

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Jungwoo

"Stop running away from me you tree!" You leaped from the couch and onto your boyfriend's back. "No! You'll never catch me!" He tried to shake you off of him, yet, you latched onto him as tight as you could.

"Damn your koala grip." He tried to swing his body around and throw you to the ground. Your hands went to cover his eyes as you began to panic. "Quit moving so fast!" You pleaded and he stopped abruptly. You scrambled off of his back and just sat with your legs outstretched on the floor.

You looked up at him with a look that could kill. "Just let me have fun." You pushed yourself off the floor and pointed a finger in his face. "You can. Just not on me." He moved your hand away from his face.

You groaned and sat on the couch in a huff. "You're no fun, Woo." You muttered and he couldn't help but smile at your pouty nature.

"Sure. Whatever you say, cutie." He said excusing himself down the hall. You heard the door to the bedroom close and you were left alone. You were going to color those damn tattoos even if it killed you. You turned on the TV and watched some shows. 40 minutes had passed and you knew that Jungwoo had to be asleep.

You snuck to the closet by the kitchen and threw the door open to find the bucket of markers. You grabbed your favorite out of the selection and were off down the hall.

The door was silent as you swung it open quickly. Jungwoo laid passed out on top of the sheets. His arms were folded underneath his head as you watched his chest rise and fall slowly...in a serene manner...but it was too calm. Chaos and fun were needed.

Tip-toeing was your best option as you swiftly made yourself over. You watched his eyes roam the inside of his eyelids as you realized he was completely knocked out.

You crawled on your space of the bed and uncapped the marker with a slight struggle. The pop made Jungwoo's eyelids squeeze and release quickly.

Your heart was filled with a mischievous attitude as you softly traced along the stars that were placed on his inner bicep. Pinks and oranges were plopped onto his skin as he laid unconscious.

A couple of cartoon characters and messages later you were bored. "Guess you are right. I really do have the mind of a goldfish." You mused quietly as you closed the marker and shoved them off the bed.

You laid across Jungwoo's torso and rolled onto him so he could wake-up. "It's like watching a toddler, I swear." He groaned as he grabbed you and didn't let go.

"I could've sworn that coloring would've kept you busy for at least an hour." He sighed and you just looked at him as if he had grown 5 heads. "I'm not stupid, y/n. Don't look at me like that." Jungwoo laughed and pinched your cheek.

He held onto your waist with one arm as he examined what you had drawn on the other. "Awe they're so cute." He mused and you looked at your work once more.

"Can I get a tattoo?" You asked and he only looked at you. "Do what you feel is right, but please...please think it through." He sighed and held onto you with both hands.

"Deal."

(ooo...fluffy looking jungwoo)

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heartbreakgrill · 4 years

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Circles; Harry Styles, Pt. 3

A a/n: i want you to feel like this story is hazy and going fast because your romantic endeavours in this story are flying by. Hope your heart hurts xx

The next two weeks passed by in a lovesick swirl of chocolate muffins, car rides to beaches too-cold to enjoy, star gazing and coffee flavored lipstick stains, picnic basket park dates, and one memorable sleepover at your house. It was ecstasy, pure bliss, falling asleep in strong arms, curls drawing goosebumps from bruised collarbones and fingers daintily tracing tattoos over and under t-shirts. A red crew neck, smelling of Cashmere and Vanilla, embraced you during the night and rare mornings when you were apart. You found stray hairs, curls fallen from his scalp, entangled in your bedsheets and trampoline. You liked his skin, the soft and weak stretches over his biceps, cheeks, lips. His hands were soft, too, big and veiny all the way to the inside of his elbow. But, there were callouses. He was being taught guitar, he told you, held you in his arms and demonstrated a c string across your belly button and forearm.

Nothing progressed past sedated kissing, but warm skin flushed under bedsheets was a habit you adopted after that sleepover. You had asked him to stay after he dropped you off from another night of stargazing. He didn’t hesitate to text his mum goodnight and followed you inside. Your older brother, who sometimes stayed here, had a few old clothes in his room. Harry wore his sweatpants and insisted on taking your school hoodie.

“Okay,” you reluctantly handed the piece of discarded laundry before picking up a few other things on the floor. You looked up as he took off his dress shirt and tugged on yours. It was too big for you, but fit pretty well on him. You grinned at his beautiful stature and stood.

Harry met you halfway and pressed a light kiss to your forehead. “Smells like you. Might take it with me when i leave.”

Your heart sinks lightly, but when his hands embraced your hips, you were squeezed back together. You touched his cheek, his shoulder, “That’s fine with me.” After a moment of pure eye contact, you blushed and tugged away. “‘M gonna get ready for bed.”

Harry plopped down into your comforter, already used to your room because of afternoon naps and brunch-in-bed two days prior. (He had contacted your mother that morning and she helped him prepare your favorite meal.) He flicked on the television and scrolled Netflix for a movie while you washed your face, brushed your teeth, and changed from your skirt and shirt to sleep shorts and that red crew neck. You shut off the light in the bathroom and the one in your room as you entered.

Harry glanced away from the tv and grinned cheekily. You crawled in beside him, molding yourself into his side. He wrapped an arm around you and nuzzled his head against your forehead, your own diving into his neck where you kissed him sloppily. “You look pretty.”

You grunted, “Sure.”

Harry picked a romantic comedy before holding you with both arms. He pulled back slightly to see your face, but didn’t speak. You met his eyes, not surprised he was staring at you. One of your hands raked through his curls, cradling his head in your hands.

“What’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?” You whispered against his lips.

He molded his lips against you, pressing himself on top of you. You held onto his neck as the tug of war of tongue, teeth, and tiny gasps slipped through ever-swelling lips. He was on top of you now, one of your legs tangling around his, one of his hands squeezing your waist, falling deeper inside. You tugged at his- your-sweatshirt and over his head. It flew across the room, your cold fingertips coming in contact with his warm skin. You were still in awe of his tattoos after every glance, eyes staying open once he took your shirt. It calmed down from here, laying chest to back with fingers intertwined across your stomach. He traced the hairs on your arms, kissing your cheeks and temple and the back of your neck.

“Is that all you were thinking of?” You squeaked, knowing where this conversation would lead.

“No,” he mumbled, settling his head on your pillow.

Your throat felt constricted, tears welling up, but not quite in your eyes. “W-What?”

“We dont have to talk about it,” he shrugged.

You turned in his arms, slinging an arm around his waist. “Harry, we’re both leaving in three days. I think we need to talk about what’s going to happen.”

“I just like the narrative that’s playing out right now,” he quirked a sad smile, caressing your cheek and catching a few tears.

“Please, can we talk about it?” You bit your lip to suppress your choking sadness. “Please?”

His eyes closed, and his head hung though he was laying down. “I dont want to.”

You pulled yourself from his grasp, sitting up. You leaned your back against the bed frame, feeling him shift up as you cradled your own head in your hands. “Harry... were going to talk about it. Now. We’ve been dancing around it since we kissed. I know it.”

“[Y/N],” his voice broke slightly, and he wrapped himself around you, “I’m scared.”

“I am, too,” you looked up at him. You took his face and wiped his tears as they fell. His lip trembled, and you pulled at with your thumb. Your heart felt sore. “Harry, please dont leave me. Please dont go off and forget me, please.”

He shook his head, “I never ever could. I want to know you for the rest of my life, [Y/N]. I really, truly do. I want to fall completely in love with you and have stupid arguments over tour and school. I want to show you the world and see yours. I want to be there when you graduate and i want you to see a show or twenty. I want to be in your life.”

“I could enjoy that.”

Neither of you could say you loved each other. You were too afraid that the words would hit the air and a monster of distance and ignorance would tear them apart before they could be recited. Besides, common sense knew better to let you fall so fast. You had gotten to know each other well, but you were holding back the darkest parts, the wildest dreams you thought of at 3 am and in fields of daisies. As if he knew what you were thinking, Harry kissed you.

The sound of lips pulling apart resounded through your room, Adam Sandler laughing on the television, soft and far away. You let him pull you into him and spoke again when you could hear his heartbeat. “What are we going to do?”

“Tour ends in four months. So does school, yeah?” He spoke softly, though it was loud in your ears. You nodded and he continued, “We’ll spend the summer together. We can stay here or travel or even both.”

“And after that?” You hoped.

He sighed, “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

You knew he didn’t mean you wouldn’t last: But your hearts had barely been soaring for two weeks now. There was no telling if you would even make it past the airport in three days. You would just have to wait and see.

And so, three days later, you woke early in the morning to pack your things. You said goodbye to your parents over a small breakfast and met Harry at the bakery. You sat at your table, only he sat across from you. Either of you were silent, eating your muffin and hot chocolate with sad smiles. You said your goodbyes to the girls and went to leave when Sharon held you back.

“Love,” she took your hands, squeezing them tightly, “dont let him go. Please hold on. It’ll be hard, and you’ll be scared. But he is worth it. You are worth it. I can see it in your eyes. Its rare and it’s beautiful. Dont let those circles you used to run in repeat themselves. Make a straight path. Dont run after each other; run together.”

You hugged her before meeting Harry in the taxi out front. You wiped away your tears and let him hold you into his side. His flight was an hour after yours, but he wanted to be the one to walk you to your gate. Then, security, check-in, and finding a seat felt like a blur. Your hand stayed in his, gripping his fingers like he woul grow wings and fly away. You sat beside him, knee bouncing wildly, chewing on your lip, until your flight was called.

You felt stunned and couldn’t even remember the next few moments when they were over. He hugged you, kissed you, caressed and embraced and kissed and squeezed and brushed hair and tear tracks from your cheeks and reassured you that everything would be okay.

When you found your seat on the plane, you stared out the window and asked the clouds how someone could fall so fast. They couldn’t reply because they only ever knew planes too steady to fall. You felt vulnerable, like you had cracked open your chest and held your heart in your hands. You couldn’t understand why love was so strange, so quick to come and so quick to leave; why the world felt like time could judge a heart’s desire; why distance made the heart grow fonder when it made yours grow weaker; why you hadn’t told him that you loved him.

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my-little-dumpster-fire · 5 years

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Let It Burn. 2/?

P A R T O N E

P A R T T W O

The whole drive was nerve wracking. The whole day was nerve wracking, but specifically the last twenty minutes it seemed to have gotten worse. Meeting your soulmate was unexpected, as those meetings always were, but even more unexpected was how strongly you felt immediately after. You suddenly realized how many friends you owed apologies. Sorry for doubting you. Sorry for teasing you. Sorry for calling you batshit when you sent out wedding invites a month later. You understood. The hold that Billy Russo had over you after only a few minutes already felt insane and you couldn’t imagine the feeling would die over dinner and drinks. If anything, seeing him in low light, those dark eyes focused on you and only you, the feelings were very likely to strengthen over the course of an evening.

For the rest of the day, you gave in to every impulse, every hypothetical scenario that ran through your mind. Where was this place? You scrutinized the gold matchbook with the laureled D on the cover as soon as you got home. It didn’t look like the kind of thing that strapping, young former marines carried around in their billfold. Not ones with faces as kind as Billy’s. A perfunctory internet search revealed that Billy had taste. Expensive taste. Your eyes grew wider by the second, scrolling through the posted menu. He doesn’t have to impress me, you thought, but still found yourself smiling that he’d want to. After a thorough search of your dinner choices, another question rocked you. What am I going to wear? You were sitting on the floor facing your closet, wherein suddenly nothing you owned appealed to you. At least, you weren’t sure if anything you owned would appeal to the other patrons of such an establishment. You asked yourself what Billy might like, but you hadn’t a clue from the brief interaction on the street. Can’t go wrong with a black dress, you decided, pulling out something with sleeves to combat the chill of early spring and to conceal the mark that brought you together. Everything in you wanted to show it off, but the idea of appearing desperate was so off putting, you denied yourself the simple pleasure of letting the dining room know to whom you belonged. Instantly the next question attacked. What does he want from me? Clearly, he’d been in a hurry that morning, headed somewhere important by the way he dressed, or perhaps he was always that formal. Either way, you hadn’t had a chance to ask him what came next, now that you’d found each other. The idea that he might be preparing right now to talk about the future was exhilarating to the point of unsettling. Your stomach was in knots as you looked around your cozy apartment, suddenly unsure if you’d be living there much longer. Your only certainty? You knew that your life was about to change. Drastically. The final blow to your relatively calm state came in slow waves.

Will I be going home with him tonight?

Is he expecting that?

Why wouldn’t he?

I’m already his and he’s…

Do I want that?

Why wouldn’t I?

He’s perfect.

You’d never stripped so fast in your life before you sprinted into the bathroom and turned the shower on, determined to use every spare moment in preparation. Tonight, destiny was waiting for you and you had to meet it head on.

Once you were standing along the bar, waiting for Billy to appear and sweep you off your feet, the anxiety dwindled until you pushed back the burgundy leather sleeves of your jacket, revealing your watch face and the minutes that had already passed. You looked around the room, bottom lip caught between your teeth, which you released quickly knowing the nervous habit would spoil the meticulously painted lipstick you chose for the evening. Where is he? Five minutes felt like ten, ten felt like twenty, twenty felt like sixty, and soon you couldn’t tell what was more terrifying. The fact that Billy would never show or the fact that he still might.

With every pass of the minute hand, moving south without mercy away from it’s esteemed position, bitter embers started to glow within you and the drink you’d been nursing in an attempt to cool it was no longer doing its job. You couldn’t decide if something unfortunate had fallen upon him or if you’d simply misjudged Billy Russo. It was crazy to wait an hour for someone you barely knew. Does a shared tattoo exempt you from your dignity? That question was answered as soon as you turned to flag down the bartender, requesting your tab so that you could leave.

A hand wound its way around your shoulder from somewhere behind you, pulling your outstretched hand down in the process of drawing you into an unexpected side hug.

“Excellent idea, sweetheart,” that foreign yet familiar accent rang out directly in your ear. “Two more,” Billy said with a smile, two fingers held up proudly. He spun you, slightly, presumably to get a better look and you followed his lead without hesitation, doing a full turn before meeting his dark and appreciative eyes. “You look…” his smile was wide, almost jovial like a young boy’s as he licked his lips and took your elbow in his hand. Better than scrubs, you thought, shrugging with your own smirk, eagerly waiting to hear what he really thought. The sound of two glasses being slid next to you, drew his attention away from you and back to the bar. Billy handed you one of the glasses, touching his own to it with a wink, before bringing it to his lips. Without a second thought, he’d drained the contents and set the glass back down with a satisfied gasp. “Let’s eat,” he announced as he took your free hand in his. You drank as quickly as you could, the burn of the liquor extinguishing any lingering resentment. His presence was a balm for any of the anxieties you’d worked up on the trip down and the burning questions you left your apartment with.

Billy pulled you over to the maître de at such a lively pace, it felt like he’d break into a sprint or a skip at every step and his energy was infectious. You hadn’t expected him to have such a playful side. You’d never call a marine –former marine- playful, but the man in front of you, whispering to the host and slipping something into his palm with the confidence of a lottery winner, before leading you proudly to a table at the center of the main dining room…well he was quite fun. Is this what it will be like for us? You took a deep breath, slowing down the overzealous thoughts as Billy guided you with a hand on your lower back, slipping the leather jacket from your shoulders and sucking his teeth at the open back that had been concealed from his view. You smiled to yourself and took another deep breath, lowering yourself slowly so he could push your seat in with you. You looked up fondly, admiring the figure on your side, the very picture of a gentleman. He was in the same clothes you saw him in before. Crisp white shirt that was just thin enough that you caught a glimpse of the mark that brought you together, slick black tie that he loosened with long nimble fingers as he looked around the diningroom.

“I’m sorry about your jacket,” you said quickly, nodding to his torso, long and defined like the rest of him, but exposed because of the kindness he showed you. He waved the thought away with a soft chuckle and placed a hand on your shoulder, leaning in to whisper to you now.

“Don’t you worry about that. I’m not,” he assured you. “I can buy a new one, six new ones,” he mumbled to himself as he caught a passing waiter by the elbow and whispered again, before taking his place across from you, hands on the table, drumming his fingers against the white tablecloth as his eyes darted around the room as if taking it all in for the very first time.

“Billy,” you started, reaching out to take one of his hands in yours. The simple action was interrupted by a cold metal bucket landing directly in your path. Billy’s eyes widened and he licked his lips before leaning to the side to thank the waiter. “Champagne?” you asked with what you hoped came across as a coy smile. You knew it was a big night for you, but seeing Billy return your feelings in tenfold made the whole day feel…magical. You suddenly felt justified in the nerves, the scrambling, the daydreaming. He wanted this too. He wanted you too. Billy only winked in response, his lips curling slightly upward in a way that made the skin around his nose and eyes crinkle delightfully. Damn, he’s good at that. His eyes moved back to the waiter, gently pouring and passing a glass across the table, which you took with a thankful nod. “So…what are we celebrating?” you asked in sweet anticipation. An engagement would be crazy this soon, but maybe a-

“Have you ever thought about what it would feel like?” he asked and you tilted your head to the side, smiling and encouraging him to go. “What it would feel like to get everything you ever wanted?” His eyes were wistful, but his lips, he couldn’t keep his tongue from darting in between them, he couldn’t keep the grin from spreading across them. He was a delight to watch, to share in his experience of life. You smiled back, just glad to have finally found him.

You took a shallow breath and held up your glass. “Yes, Billy, I think I’m getting there.”

“All of this,” Billy smiled, running his flute into yours with a light tink before drawing the glass back to his lips. He set the glass back on the table and started tapping again, nervous energy coming out through his fingers. “All of this, this place, these people, they have no idea what’s coming.”

Your eyes widened and you laughed nervously, adjusting yourself in your seat to lean closer to him. “What’s coming, Billy?”

“Me.” What? He must have sensed your confusion because Billy leaned across the table, nearly meeting you halfway. You’d only known him a day, but your faces were already closer than they had been and it was intoxicating. “I just landed the deal of a lifetime, sweetheart,” he smiled and shook his head in disbelief. “All of this, this life,” he sat back, taking another sip of the sparkling wine. “I’ve finally got my in, my purpose, my shot at being…somebody.” Oh.

“We’re…we’re celebrating work?” you asked hesitantly, feeling the possibilities slip between your fingers, fragile like sand. No, no, no-

“No, no,” he shook his head again, biting his lip. “Not work, my life,” he sighed. “You don’t know me,” But I want to, Billy. “But sitting in this room…surrounded by these people…being their equal, that’s…”

“That’s the dream,” you finished for him and he smiled again, while the words tasted like ash on your tongue. It wasn’t your dream. Not even close. You thought your dream was sitting in the seat across from yours, but it was suddenly painfully obvious what drew your gaze. Your eyes had been on Billy since he first wrapped you up in an embrace that was all too short. Aside from the first appraisal, one he never finished, Billy had yet to look at you again, those dark eyes taking in the warm, gilded surroundings. You both saw possibility and a future, the future you’d been hoping for. You simply weren’t looking at the same things.

Billy gestured to the slick menu in front of you. “Go on, anything, anything at all. On me,” he said proudly as if he’d been waiting to say that his entire life. Maybe he had.

Dinner went smoothly, as expected for a shared meal between acquaintances, not intimate like an evening with a soulmate, but pleasant all the same. You saw the passion that lie beneath black eyes, the fire that was breathing and growing with every word he spoke. Billy spoke of a venture, his own company, the freedom, the power, the purpose…He’d found something to fight for and his desire was to share that with men like him, servicemen and women who found themselves stateside with little by way of acceptable employment options. You wondered briefly what he’d been doing since returning from his last tour a few weeks ago, but whatever it was, it lit a fire under him and spurred him into this existence, this excitement that, while not directed at you, was attractive nonetheless. You went back and forth, sharing just the basics, the simplest versions of yourself, but isn’t that how it goes in the beginning. The hope that was squashed was starting to blossom again. Who said that soul mates had to fall in love instantly? These things take time and the more you got to know the man sitting across from you, the more you decided he was worth the wait. As his look softened and his eyes settled on you more frequently, as you fell into an easy conversation over dinner, you started to think that Billy might be willing to wait for you too. His smiles looked more genuine, his questions more direct. There was something there.

You were about to ask him about his family, a topic that had been avoided up until then, but Billy’s sudden change in demeanor kept you silent, his eyes furrowed and fixed on something behind you. You looked over your shoulder and saw a group of stuffy old men entering the restaurant, some with white hair, some without all together, nothing out of place for an establishment like this. You turned back to him, but still he looked…off.

“Come with me,” he said, dabbing the corners of his mouth with a napkin. Then in a flash, Billy produced enough cash to cover your bill and then some, tucking it under your plate and leading you away from the table, with just enough force to make you question everything.

Once outside, Billy paced, deep in thought, while you put your jacket on, flipping your hair back over the collar. “Billy-“

“Did you drive here?” he asked.

“Cab,” you answered simply, gesturing toward the busy street haphazardly. “Billy, are we-“

He’d already managed to hail a cab and was calling you over to him. Again you followed his directive without a second thought, uncertain if it was the militaristic set in his shoulders or the hold his soul had over yours, but you obeyed. Another hand on your back and Billy was guiding you toward the back door that he’d opened for you. You paused in the open space, remaining in his presence for one final moment.

“Billy, are we going to talk about-“

“No.”

And with that, you made a choice. As you ducked your head and entered the cab, you locked eyes with Billy one last time and you nodded, just once. Not in understanding, he wouldn’t allow that. But it was already starting to seem that being Billy Russo’s soulmate meant accepting things you’d never be able to understand.

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