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kalims · 10 months

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ㅤdorm leaders being savages

summary. basically some backstabber mf tries to 'steal' him and... this is where the savage part starts

featuring. dorm leaders

content. bad friend, gender neutral reader, brutal rejection 😭

note. a full post after a while :')

malleus

I mean it's not like he would notice anyways, again. I firmly believe human and fae courting traditions are vastly different and c'mon... he doesn't even know what the fuck flirting is do you really think he'd get their intentions. 💀

when they start to slide up an arm in places he's quite bothered about, (cause guy is so whipped that he won't let anyone but him touch you.) he isn't even happy that someone is near his proximity anymore, not scared and whatnot.

just he no likey.

AND HES NOT EVEN TRYING TO BE ROMANTIC HE JUST SHRUGS THEM OFF EVERYTIME. he's just a genuine innocent lil' dude who wants his lover to come and save him from this touchy, weird, human.

no child of man cause that's your name ‼️

while he may not get it, he's got a feeling, sixth sense of sorts and when he sees it he's backing tf up away. he's not gonna entertain the doubts.

also he still doesn't get it in the end lmaoooo, he's avoiding all their advances thinking it's a part of human... culture? that he wasn't made aware of.

if they start putting in the forbidden words in the same sentence as your name you know shits going down, suddenly he's not that confused, oblivious, cute guy that they saw but a much colder shell.

when his eyes darken, and it starts storming they'd had better run, he's been kind enough to stay even with their relentless annoying behavior but that is where he crosses the line fr.

don't even be surprised when they get hit by lightning and end up in the infirmary or something, malleus didn't even say anything to them cause he believes actions speaks louder than words... *sends touchy, weird human to the nurse.* see?

someone insults him: ?

someone insults you: 😠😡🤬👿🌩⚡

just goes: "your friend is very unpleasant, I'd appreciate it if you refrain from spending time with them."

something unsaid; spend all of that time with me duhhh

idia

you know what I'm surprised someone actually likes him tbh 😭 except us because we're all built different and we love disgustang discord mod behavior.

you know what's even more surprising? the fact that idia is actually seen by your friend group. I swear he comes out of his room like once a day and that's just because he's craving something else that isn't in his food stock and he's just gonna rob whose mac n' cheese was in the microwave.

and that's literally in his DORM ONLY.

he's like a vampire and allergic to sunlight, he's more willing to come out in the middle of the night because that's when the least 'normies' are scattered around like flies.

(if that counts for anything at all??)

but hanging out is more fun and if you somehow managed to convince idia to come with you with your friends for some well needed, 'socializing' then you're in luck!

besides that you had to bet one of your items in that open world game you played together... all is good!

im like 99% sure idia is disgusted by any other touch from other people, besides you? cause if you touch him he's just embarrassed... but in terms of the disgusted faction, you've been there before.

he immediately spots their intentions cause he definitely plays otome games and this is one of them cliche scenarios to 'spice up' the plot by invoking jealousy in it.

only difference is its him, you and this... random.

if they weren't already offended by the absolute mortification and disgust on his face, somehow continuing to 'rizz' him up.. oh boy. it's gonna get worse.

he's got the worst fucking 3rd grade insults like... "back away from me you noob, are you supposed to be their friend?" he scoffs, surprising them cause they thought he was gonna be that red flag discord romance experience.

"sorry but im not really sorry. i don't associate myself with lower levels such as yourself, try to come back when you're higher but I doubt they'd accept a fiend back."

LIKE WHO USES NOOB AS AN INSULT?

when you come back he's steering you away, pulling on the hem of your sleeves practically begging to come home with the promise of 'grinding that outrageous drop rate item you've asked his help with.'

something unsaid; doxxing them as soon as I get back

vil

ok this one I get.

who wouldn't want vil... it's not like I've made the entirety of the fandom known about my obsession with him as my favorite character or anything, not at all... jokes aside he's a very prominent candidate, he's hot and rich. you get it?

forget about the other qualities because we all known those two can carry someone in life alone, life in luxury and fame? sign them up ASAP.

besides your boyfriend being one of the superstar actors, models, the dream jobs for a dream man even your friends had a hard time believing you. you should be offended that they even considered that you were clinically.. delusional.

plus you didn't even seem to know about vil before so how are you dating him?!

they found out the hard way and safe to say they're flabbergasted because what even?

of course out of everyone here, vil has the most experience in terms of being approached on a baseless appearance only, he's iffed by how fast people get infatuated when they're barely scratching the surface of him.

well, you somehow dug your way deep with a shovel so you're the only exception he will allow...

at this point he knows what to expect the moment one of your friends gave him a look he's all the well too accustomed to. it's easy to ignore the ones he sees in crowds cause there's always some type of fence blocking them from fully proclaiming their love or something.

problem here is that this person has no obstacles and he can tell they're waiting for an opportunity to strike like a snake. *texts the pomefiore gc to tell them about this SNAKE!*

honey this is a big NO for him, you need to consider your circle of friends if one of them immediately starts folding around like this and wastes what? a longer friendship with you? please, he's known his stylists more and they literally get replaced every single day.

he's giving them the biggest, sassiest side eye ever. putting a palm up before they even get to speak because frankly, he does not want to hear it.

they open their knarly mouth. "i—"

he raises a finger. "no."

a frown. "but i—"

"shush."

he can do this forever.

when you come back he's still giving a bombastic, criminal offensive side eye, mentally thinking on how to ruin this person's life in media of course! his natural domain. just one word and the rest of his army will attack fr.

vil usually doesn't do this but seriously? that was another level of low.

also he's just by your side, you don't even have to say that he's your boyfriend because he's lowkey rubbing it in their face that he is in fact, taken.

"next time you try to see me again, might as well buy one of the tickets to my fan signings because you’re not seeing me again otherwise.. well, not like you can afford it anyways." *fabulous hair flip*

something unsaid; either way I'll kick you out if you try to get in

kalim

most safest person to flirt with, even if you're friends with their lover but also the most impossible to actually try and 'steal.'

the thing about kalim is that he's adorably stupid, not to degrade him in any shape or form but he's so oblivious about everything that you could consider it as one of his redeemable traits to be adorable.

he takes everything you say so seriously to the point where if you joke about wanting to water an entire continent he's just there with his carpet waiting for you cause he's gonna do exactly that.

"you're in luck cause I have a lot of water in me!" pops his non existent guns on his arms. (he is talking about his unique magic..)

it takes a remarkable mind to be like... that but you like him all the well about it, compliment his stupid-ness and he'll just grin, flush a little and laugh loudly as he compliments you back. not an ounce of anger in his tiny body.

red eyes but what a bright heart!

the type of guy that goes. "any friend of yours is a friend of mine!" so when he meets your friend group, casually just throws them a grand ball. they don't know whether to be flattered or.. concerned cause this is pretty weird.

not only was one of your friends awed over the mere value of many things inside the dorm he renovated, apparently his very huge bank full of gold was something to gasp over too.

and that's exactly what they did. (I mean get that bag sis but that bag is already owned by someone else and that's you... so that's not slay of you, random friend.)

here's when his nature proves to be quite relenting, even after many flirting, even using those cringe pickup lines from the internet, he just won't budge! it's getting irritating cause they're sure the people already heard the embarrassing words coming out of their mouth.

also that they were flirting with a non-legally married man. (to you ofc ofc.)

kalim either laughs at them because he thinks they were jokes, and just funny or laughs just because he's kalim.

he didn't really mind the casual touches at first, maybe it was friendly? he does it all the time after all but there was a stinking feeling that it felt weird and that alone was weird cause friendly pats were supposed to feel good.

not with you though cause those feel great!

accidentally shuts them down cause they're feeling like a third wheel when you come back after a bathroom break and it's like a total contrast to how he was treating them.

how do you seriously not notice kalim now unintentionally flirting with you?! are both of you airheads?!

he was literally all over you when you quipped up a "hi, I'm back."

and he was like; "welcome back :DDDD!!!!" if it wasn't already obvious they'd even add floating hearts emojis all over his head.

something unsaid; girl he didn't even notice anything was up...

azul

kinda a 50/50?

I'm not sure if most people really dig the whole 'bad reputation' thing. he's friends with the most terrifying twins in the entire campus, notably scammed a lot of people, can give wishes with an extreme price.

oh yeah he runs monstro lounge too but that just means he won't have time to spend with a lover.

that's their own imagination but azul's actually very sweet and gets some overworked junior to do the work for him, usually jade since floyd just leaves if he's given the job. JUST so he can go fret over which tie to use for your unofficial date.

despite him annoyed and losing sleep 24/7 because of the tweels he still asks them which one to use, jade's opinion is most trustworthy since floyd picks the neon, vibrant ones. (don't question why he even owns it.)

I doubt he actually likes people though, anyone else than you? hard pass. he's a simp through and through but unlike idia who can't mask the mortification and disgust on his face even at the cost of his life, good thing that masks are one of the many things azul is good at.

he slips up sometimes cause he genuinely thinks it's embarrassing that they're doing whatever this is to him, (well more of an attempt?) and to you, who is also their friend and his lover.

slip up as in his eye twitches, he flinches away a little too fast when they touch him, and his smile wobbles.

I mean no one would notice if he uses his magic on one, singular person...

mentally makes a note to remember whoever this was cause they're not stepping foot in octavinelle ever again.

+ an object of fun for the tweels. #gotormentthatlife!!

he's just a polite guy, so he won't just straight up insult them but he does warn them. the only thing holding him back from cooking a whole table is the crowd that would definitely spread the news of him going batshit.

like; "could you please, stop this? I hope you're not as stupid as you make yourself out to be because if you think I'm an idiot to not know what you're doing.. "

meanwhile his mind; "ugh this bitch. [redacted] [redacted] [redacted]."

I mean he's not that intimidating ALONE but when he gets all threatening like that (🥰) he could pass for an assassin fr.

just gets the tweels to deal with them cause he does not have the patience to deal with this backstabbing ho and it's wasting his precious time that should have been spent talking with you.

ugh he did not spend like 30 whole minutes picking out his tie and gloves just for this.

azul when he sees you coming back: 😇

something unsaid; [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted].

leona

oh boy, cover your eyes cause we're stepping onto another level of SAVAGE. you don't call lions that for NOTHING ‼️ beastman or just beast.

has the least filter out of everyone, as in he just doesn't give a single fuck, he's the chillest (agressive) guy on the twst planet so if the thought of wanting to insult some stranger that doesn't have a significance in his life at all pops up in his mind he ain't gonna change it lol.

gives the stinkiest eyes, even his tail and ears pause to synchronize with his thoughts cause if they had googly eyes they'd have a side eye too.

if he's laying down and they try pulling him upwards, tryna latch onto him? *just shoves them cutely.* problem solved.

leona's nice enough to let them off without losing something cause you really do mean something to him if he's holding back for your expense knowing that this is one of your 'friends.'

they don't even deserve to be called that!

like no one interrupts his peaceful nap times except for when he stands up to interrupt it himself just to drag you down with him.

wait so basically anyone but him???

he, really doesn't want to waste energy on this fool and to be honest they're really boring him since you went out to grab something you forgot. (but knowing this person for less than an hour in his life, they probably had something to do with that too.) so you aren't here to give him a reason to stay awake.

them rambling but in leona's eyes they're a blurry figure cause he's really sleepy.

then suddenly he's an iphone promax when he's looking at you 💀

if they already didn't take a hint from his earlier shove, the dirt isn't the only thing he's gonna shove someone into. there's a lake there for a reason other than keeping a home for the fishes y'know. never would know if they eat people too. /j

"would you shut up?"

yeah that's all he says but we all know how sharp it is to hear that from somebody so they immediately shut up. there's absolutely no need for any waste on energy of them, just one look from him and they're SILENT.

hopefully embarrassed too cause wtf was that??

unfortunately he can't fully enjoy his usually relaxing nap cause this random is corrupting the atmosphere even when they're silent, I swear they could shift and leona feels like one step closer to smacking 'it.'

ignored them every single time they tried to call out to him LOUDLY before but when you just silently step back on the field, he already peeks out an eye??? like no words needed.

what love does to a mf... sighs... another cold male lead we've lost to romance because of our mc <4

something unsaid; I was really questioning if keeping myself from strangling someone was worth it. took more effort than doing it literally

riddle

I'd have a crush on him too tbh.

unlike azul who already knew their intentions from the start, polite enough to kindly drop signs that he's not interested. riddle doesn't get it, he's just polite as well but also confused?

like he doesn't know they're tryna flirt, but he does think their actions are strange like c'mon. why are they trying to feel him up? he has no idea except the thought that he doesn't like it at all.

also it feels like he's betraying you so he just straight up pulls their arm away off of him firmly and shakes his head.

"stop this behavior."

he sighs.

surprisingly he's patient but also impatient???

consider this the first and last warning cause he WILL excuse himself if it ever goes on, riddle can wait for you browse through a whole store with him following you around and playfully commenting on your taste but can't wait for their attitude to get better.

he ain't gonna waste any more of his precious minutes on this period.

I don't know how to explain it, he's totally unaware of what they want, which is him ironically. but the reason he's rejecting their advances is because he's so devoted and a simp for you.

not a lot of people have the balls to converse or touch around him carelessly like that so freely so isn't it basic human courtesy to hold off all the physical affection till they're more acquainted?

well, not that riddle's not gonna let their current relationship advance any further from strangers at this point...

he's so loyal to you that it's cute jabskans.

riddle sticks to his principles, and he certainly has his own preferences for the personality of people. one of the traits he despises is when they don't understand his earlier warnings.

of course riddle isn't very forgiving, they're lucky they were even given a chance before cause even he, doesn't spare his dorm members a second chance when they break a rule he's been plenty lenient with.

so if you were given a chance, you better take it cause he's not giving you another.

like how since you did take your chance he's not gonna let you go now 😍.

isn't the type to be rude to people for matters he deems conflict being easily avoidable so he just makes up a believable excuse and walks away loool.

and they're like thinking; didn't he say he was tired and had to sleep since he stayed up planning the unbirthday party... why is he having a tea date with you???

suddenly he didn't look too tired at all compared to when he randomly slumped to look exhausted before??

something unsaid; 🥰🍵 what a successful unbirthday party *forgets about them immediately cause you're both having an unofficial date.*

note. ok so something unsaids are basically that but don't misunderstand, it's something they didn't say.

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sanspuppet · 5 months

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Hi!! What do you think of NOT SHY hard dom Yeosang, like one night he just flips a switch and shows you who he truly is behind closed doors, and is SUPER confident and commanding w the deep voice of his..

I mean most of the time ppl make him out as kind of shy-ish or brief during sex but what if he's really not like that.. and he's fed up w the sweet boy image, bc even mythical angel men crack at some point..

I LOVE UR WRITING AND YOU SO SO MUCH 💜💜💜💜💜💜

W/T: smut, unprotected sex (don’t), fingering, established relationship, pet names (baby)

omg i highly agree with you T-T, also thanks for the sweet words, lov you too <33

duh okey so i just read your ask again and noticed a couple details… and now i fear it doesn’t perfectly suit to your thought… im soso sorry if it doesn’t but i still tried my best “-“

𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺

“Yeosang has been a teasing all day”, you think to yourself while showering. The way he touched you… the way he spoke to you with that fucking tone he knew would drive you crazy… the way his tight undershirt exposed his toned biceps… but it was unintentional, right? You can feel your core soaking wet, and it surely isn’t because of the water drops falling over your body.

You internally yelp, hearing someone knocking on the door, the deep voice of Yeosang coming from the other side:

“Babe, how long it’ll take?”

Your mind is taken away from your thoughts, bringing you back to reality as you stutter to reply him. You turn off the showerhead, letting him to hear you better: “n-not much, almost done.” you reassure him, leaving hesitantly the shower to dry yourself.

“Okey, please come to our bedroom right after you finish.” You nod, putting on slowly your underwear.

Minutes after, you exit the bathroom, still nervous about the effect he had on you the entire day. Laying next to him this night, will be a fucking torture, seeing his gorgeous face while sleeping like a baby, but the intentions you’d have for him not as innocent.

And now, you see Yeosang’s bare back as you enter the bedroom. He throws his undershirt on the chair next to the nightstand, turning around to look at you, his stare diving into yours. Your breath gets heavy when he tilts his head, wanting you to come closer.

“Lay down, baby” Yeosang indicates the bed, his confident voice making you genuinely obey him, bouncing on the mattress as you throw yourself on it. You gulp, when your eyes catch the figure of his body stripping. His clothes falling quickly on the floor, as he positions himself in front of you. Your mouth hangs open when you get to see his boner standing between your legs, asking to yourself if you could ever take it all the way in.

“You okay with this, darling? Want you so bad right now.” he questions. You don’t think twice before nodding, though this situation got you off guard, you’re surely not going to complain.

Yeosang smirks, his hands grip the sides of your panties, dragging them down your legs. He moves then apart your knees, so he could get a better view of your already dripping cunt. “Fuck, so pretty for me.”

You can’t even pay attention to what he’s saying, your mind’s already full with the sight of his hard dick, ready to dive into you. You feel Yeosang’s hand raising your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him. He presses his lips on yours, bringing you back to his face. “Eyes here baby, want you to look at me when i’ll fuck you, got it?” You blink a couple times, your heartbeat accelerates as you feel his other hand sliding beneath your nightgown, your breaths getting sharper when he brings it slowly up your chest, reaching your breast. Yeosang reveals a satisfied groan, feeling your softness under his touch. Either way, you’re kinda surprised finding out that new side of him, that side that you drooled for the past two years of engagement, still you’re in disbelief about how you could have resisted all this time. As if he could read your mind, he searches for your lips again, sucking and biting on them to get a better taste of your sweet yet addicting arousal.

“God, i’ve waited so much for doing this”

The temptation between you two grows stronger than ever, his hand lands on every inch of your body, trying to catch your softness under his grip. Suddenly you feel two fingers stimulating your sensitive corner, the unexpected friction causes your muscles to tense under the weight of Yeosang’s body. You roll your eyes back, biting your lower lip to hold back any reaction. He’s looking at you with disapproval in his eyes, attacking your consumed lips another time, getting you to let out whimpers between your devouring kisses.

“gotta prepare your tight cunt for later, don’t you think?”

Yeosang inserts two finger inside your sobbing entrance without any hesitation, making sure to hit every sweet spot, rubbing his fingertips against your aroused corners. You can feel his warm breath against your neck, your hands are caressing his naked back, trailing down his spine, your soft touch out of tune with his decisive way to pump your pussy with his slender fingers, sends him goosebumps, wanting you to loose yourself on him.

“Fuck… I’m going to add another one”

Without even waiting for you to articulate any word, he slides into you his ring finger, a low pitched groan escaping his mouth, loving the feeling of your hot, creamy walls sucking his fingers, wet ropes already dripping out of your pussy, with him stimulating your sweet spot simultaneously. You can’t help but keep whining his name into his ear, holding yourself on his shoulder, your nails leaving scratches over his light skin. You feel the heat in your stomach growing, your body more sensitive than ever before, trembling and spasming as he pushed his fingers deeply into your cunt.

“Fuck fuck fuck, Yeo- c-close, don’t stop-“

you keep babbling, feeling your mind getting quickly foggy, focusing on nothing but the immense pleasure his touch is giving you.

“Yeah baby, cum on my fingers.” he chuckles at your desperate state, speeding his pace as you start moaning louder. “All wet and ready to be fucked” he leans over you ear, whispering: “You’ll clench like this over my cock too, won’t you?” his words booming inside your head make you instinctively tensing your lower muscles, squeezing his fingers buried into your pussy. “Yeah just like that”

You can feel it, the pleasure turning into pure arousal, your legs are shaking uncontrollably, to your amazement, the orgasm reached you faster than it has ever did, your juices spreading all around his wrinkling fingers, dripping out of your overstimulated sex.

“Mmmh fuck! it feels so good… Yeo…” you whimper finally, breathing in deeply trying to regain yourself, and get off of your high. Yeosang sits with a proud smirk between your legs, caressing your inner thighs, fighting not to concentrate too much on how hard, almost hurting, his cock is, needy to dive into your heavenly pussy as soon as it could.

“Just imagine how good you’ll be all filled with my cum.”

You nod mindlessly, in fact, despite you’re still not over your previous orgasm and too sensitive to be fucked again already, you want more, you need more from him.

“Yes, please… want you inside-“ you fight to articulate such a simple phrase, yet you feel distraught by how his suave fingers dived into you.

Yeosang doesn’t respond, he slightly smirk, chuckling joyfully, surprised by your slutty side he has never found out till tonight. He grabs forcefully your ass, lifting it up at the angle where he could fuck you better, kneeling in front of your soaking cunt, his cockhead slams against your clit, having you letting out another frustrated moan, impatient to feel his warm member worshiping you to its limit. Lewd, squelching sounds fill the air inside your bedroom, as he starts pounding you, the sound of his pelvis slamming against your thigh gap give him the ecstasy to act rougher, to slide into you faster. Not that it would be hard, feeling your wet folds embracing his length so fucking well, even you are amazed by the flow between you two. Yeosang’s mind go numb as he feels for the first time the closest possible to you, he fucking loves it, he doesn’t want to stop. the opportunity to finally mark you as his, lets his possessive self getting frisky, pumping you like a man who had fucked hundreds of time would do. Groaning, exasperating, hissing the shit out of his lungs, he feels amazing and he wants to demonstrate it.

“Fuuck- my balls prepared a big load for you, my cum will leak out of your pussy for days until i’ll breed you fully again.” his previous sharp thrusts are getting now sloppy, his precum keeps releasing, your mind had lost any coherent thoughts from minutes ago. Yeosang stares at the way your tits bounce every time his cockhead kisses harshly your deepest spot, the view drives unconsciously his body towards his orgasm.

“Mmm yeah so tight and warm, fuck i love it”

he trows his head back, loosing his pace as he feels overwhelmed by the pleasure, all he can do is rolling his hips back and forth, accompanying the both of you over the edge. You don’t even realize that you’re jabbering quietly, your mind feels dizzy and only what you can think about is how good it feels to be full with your boyfriend’s cock:

“p-please… inside… cum- fuck…”

Yeosang surely loves to see you like this, he promises to himself that he’ll fuck you dumb at least every three days. He keeps to bury his dick inside your cunt, till you feel ropes of hot cum shooting into you, and it doesn’t stop, his cock releases his seeds until Yeosang could see it trying to leak out of the small gap between your inner walls and his cock still buried in them. You finally let out your last moan before the second chanting orgasm hits your lower abdomen, you arch your back by the irresistible stimulation, feeling how Yeosang’s length twitched inside with you.

“How do you feel, baby?”

“Sticky”

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man3at3r-mp4 · 3 months

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𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖇 𝖍𝖍 𝖝 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 - 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 Ⅱ - 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆

Prologue Chapter 3.5

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Charlie = underlined

Y/n = normal

Both = italics

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞

𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47

It's been 3 hours and you're already exhausted...okay well maybe not exhausted, but you were definitely bored.

You sighed, leaning your chin on your palm, as you listened to Liam go on about something, probably about how late you both were? You don't know, you stopped listening.

You glanced out the window, to see the 'busy' streets of Heaven. You were able to see what seemed to be a group of friends, laughing and talking with one another. You frowned, you wish you could be enjoying smoothies with Miko, Elijah, and Molly. They were really your only friends.

Yeah, despite being the prince of Heaven, you didn't have many friends. Part of that due, to Sera's insistence of not letting your travel far without super vision. But I suppose, trying to sneak out of heaven every chance you get to go outside is worthy of such a consequence. Well, maybe when you were younger it was an okay punishment, but you're an adult now. You don't need to be supervised like a child.

But like I said, that's only part of the reason. The second being, the friends you tried, or rather Sera forced you to try and make...felt fake. Not to say, they were twisted or two faced. They probably weren't, most likely just some overly excited heavenly resistance being able to meet the famous prince of heaven. However, that didn't mean it didn't get annoying. Whether they had good intentions or not, they made you feel an object..something pretty to ogle and admire. Like an expensive piece of art, a middle class soccer mom would buy, and hang up in the parlor to "impress" her friends, when it really it was to make them envious she was able to afford something so priceless.

It all felt fake, artificial whatever. You've grown accustomed to it, people want to be your friend but they don't want to be your friend. You've come to realize that soon enough, so your feelings wouldn't be so hurt and eventually they didn't and you've came to terms with that.

Everybody loves you, but nobody likes you.

As you were wallowing in your own self pity, you failed to notice Liam, who was desperately trying to get your attention.

"y/n.....y/n!....Y/N!!!!" You finally snapped out of it, the loud volume of Liam's voice effectively spooking you as your entire body went rigid, before you flopped to the floor like a fish.

"Oh dear! Your highness, are you alright?" The Angel cried, as he rushed to your side. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you!" He says, clealry panicking as he helped you stand up.

You rubbed the sore spot on your forehead as you mustered a pained smile, "I'm fine Liam, no need to worry about me" you patted him lightly on the shoulder to reassure him before taking a seat back on the chair.

"But I caused you harm!"

"It was an accident, Liam you're fine! I'm not about to damn your soul to hell" you say sarcastically. You were clealry joking, but apparently Liam didn't think it was very funny, as he looked genuinely distressed.

You frowned, deadpanning,"im joking"

"Oh...well it's not very funny, your highness we don't joke about those sorts of things"

"Me, Miko and Elijah do.." you huffed under your breath, unfortunately it seemed like the other angel heard you.

"Oh do they now?" He asks, if he had eyebrows he would raising them. "They're the hairdresser and the seamstress correct?". You perked up, a bit confused.

"Yeah why?"

"Well it makes sense why you're so snappy lately, I knew thsoe two were a bad influence" he says, arrogantly. Oh, yeah that pissed you off. You weren't one to get frustrated, at least publicly but this was ridiculous. He's blaming your only friends for the reason why you having a sense of humor? You frowned, crossing your arms. You knew if you snapped at him, you would have just confirmed his suspicions and you're sure he would tell Sera, then you'd probably never see Elijah or Miko again.

"Let's just move on, Liam. We still have a shi-" a sharp look from Liam caused you to reword your sentence. "Stupendous amount of work to do" you corrected yourself, causing the other male to relax as he nodded.

"Very well, next we have your astronomy lessons" he says, as he leads you down one of the many halls of the palace.

The grimy streets of hell, the bright, obnoxious neon signs advertising drugs or porn studios, and the stink of death. All things Charlie has grown accustomed to as the princess of hell. One would think, with such an intimidating title as Princess of hell. You'd expect her to be terrifying, cold, and power hungry creature, when in reality Charlie is more comparable to a puppy...or rather a kid.

Charlie was someone you'd least expect to be the princess of Hell. She's sweet, kind, got a big heart, and she's got a passion for singing. She's literally a wannabe Disney princess, just lacking the animal side kick...well unless you count Razzle and Dazzle. But on a serious note, it's unexpected to have someone so happy go lucky as literal he'll born royalty. But what's even more shocking is the fact she started up a hotel to rehabilitate sinners. The reaction to the hotel...was less than positive. But she simply doesn't know when to quit despite being publicly humiliated on tv that her only tenant was involved with a turf war.

But like I said, Charlie has never given up. She simply doesn't know when to quit. Which leads us to now.

The princess of Hell, sitting in the lobby of the hotel, planning out another presentation about her hotel, to potential customers....the presentation really consisted of colorful messy drawings Charlie enthusiastically put together.

the room was quiet , but Charlie could swear she'd be able to hear some radio static every now and then. Which she supposed made sense? Alastor was weird, she wasn't even sure if he slept. Like at all. She shrugged going back to finishing her drawings. "Oo! Oo! Almost finished! I just need pink! Ooo where's the pink!" She said, cheerfully as she scavenged around for her pink marker. Once she found the plastic tube. She quickly uncapped it and scribbled in some doodles and a stripe of pink on her rainbow, and she was finished.

The blonde stepped back, as she held up her masterpiece in the air. "This looks great! I cant wait to show Vaggie!" She grinned, though something caught her attention in the corner of her eye; her phone was on and the Lock Screen showed a picture of her, her father, and her mother. A small frown made its way onto her face, as she glanced back at the messy child like drawings she made. She sighed, placing the papers down on the table as she picked up her phone. She sunk down into the cushions of the couch as she stared at the screen, they were so happy back then....what happened?

"Cmon Charlie, happy thoughts happy thoughts!" She tried to encourage herself. "You've got a hotel to run and sinners to redeem!"

'That is if you get any actual clients' a small voice in the back of her head, spoke but she tried to shake it away. Sure, advertising the hotel on the news wasn't the best choice. Charlie could remember getting into a fight with Katie, and the absolute humiliation of having Angel dust being shown in participating in a turf war. And sure, they haven't had much success, no other demons have joined besides Husk, Niffty and Alastor but they were all employees that were literally forced to be here.

No, she couldn't give up now. Despite the crippling self doubt. She wouldn't give up. "There's got to be someone out there who believes in this hotel as much as I do, there's just gotta be.." she whispered, as she turned to look out the window.

"There's gotta be."

Back in heaven, you were being poked with pins and needles, biting your lip as you desperately tried not to flinch away from the pointed ends.

"Ow!" You finally yelped, as the needle pricked your skin. A small droplet of golden blood dripped from your forearm, staining the white gown you wore being fitted into.

"That wouldn't have happened if you would have stayed still, your highness" the Angel fitting you said, her voice in deep concentration as she clenched another pair of pins in between her teeth.

"I'm trying to!" You pouted, trying your best to stay still. "Why am I even being fitted? Elijah is the one who picks all my clothes! Also this looks like extremely formal attire!"

"Happy you finally noticed, your highness" Liam spoke up, "you're being fitted for wedding" he stated, casually.

"WHAT?!??" You screeched, your eyes as wide as saucers. "Wedding? Wh-what?! When? How- WHy?!?" You stammered over your words.

"Your highness, please stay still.." the female Angel said once more, as she placed another pin into your outfit. You whimpered a soft 'Ow' as you felt it nick you again.

Liam smiled, "ah yes, I forgot, Sera did not tell you." He says nervously. "You're being wed! Congratulations your highness!" He summoned a scroll, this one with a picture of who you assumed would be your future spouse. Before you, you saw a beautiful woman, she had dark skin, and light purple tinted hair, styled in braids, her hair was long, length wise it could rival Rapunzels! Her eyes were gorgeous, siren shaped and a rich color of brown, or well one of them was, the other was a shade of green. You could also notice her dimples. She was beautiful, ethereal even. But you didn't know her! You didn't want to get married to a stranger.

"No!" You screamed, causing everyone to fall silent and look at you in surprise from your outburst. "I-I mean! Yes!" You stuttered over your words to try and save yourself. "She is, sh-she's beautiful but I don't know her!"

Liam looked confused, "she?" He then noticed his mistake. "Oh silly me, this is the wrong picture, you're not getting married to her, Aurora is your wedding planner.."

You jaw would have been on the floor, if it weren't literally attached to your skull.

" Why am I even getting married?! Sera told me none of us could since our life had to be devoted into making heaven and earth a better place! And romance would get on the way?"

"Well, she's changed her mind. Or rather the humans on earth did, you are the Angel to represent us down in the mortal realm y'know? And you know humans and their romances! They think it's be a good idea!" Liam explained. So what? This was just a big PR stunt? For the fucking humans?!?

"But- don't-"

"Do not being up Adam and Eve, y'know he and Eve were far from the perfect couple no matter how hard the mortals try to make it seem they were"

You sighed, "yeah..." you couldn't fight that, the fact Adam doesn't even fucking speak abt Eve, is already enough to know that even the humans on earth could see they weren't a great couple. Though, they blamed most of it on Eve.

Misogynistic pigs.

"Don't worry, Prince Y/n. Everything has already accepted and he's more than happy to be married to you! He even sent engagement gifts!" Liam snapped his fingers, and a hoard of angels came in carrying gifts. Placing them neatly in the corner before exiting the room.

You were too stunned to say anything, Gifts?!? Really?!? They sent you gifts?!? luckily your fitting was over. The Angel fitting you pulled out all the pins, making you sigh in relief, as she went to speak to Liam.

"We'll have to shrink it down to a medium, and we need to adjust the waistline, the Prince has surprisingly wide hips for a man." They both glanced at you, as you blushed in embarrassment, shrinking back as you placed your hands in your hips, and felt around.

'Damn I guess I do have those Kim kardashian hips...' you thought. Though you couldn't really tell if that's a good or a bad thing. While you were in your thoughts, you failed to notice that Liam pulled out your to do list for today. "Oh, we're late, late, late. We have twenty, maximum twenty-two minutes for your royal fitting. And then it's move, move, move to your speech at the Angelic Society. After that, we have to rush, and I mean rush, to the Heavenly Society Tea. And then there's your math lessons, your geography lessons, your science lessons..."

You sighed, as Liam began to go on and on, tuning him out as you focused your attention to look out the window. You noticed a butterfly, you're not sure how it got here, but you wished you could fly away like they could, "All my life, I've always wanted to have one day just for me. Nothing to do, and for once, nowhere I need to be" you placed your face in your palm.

"With no lessons, lords or lunches Or to-do list in the way" as you went on, your voice grew a bit louder to drown out Liam's rambling as you snuck away, desperately trying to loosen the tightness of the outfit you wore.

"No one to say when to eat or read or leave or stay" you made your way to the balcony as you continued on, you held out your pointer finger, as the (f/c) colored, butterfly landed on your finger.

"That would be the day"

"All my life, I've always wanted to have one day for myself. Not waking up with a pile of work on every shelf" Charlie sang, as she brushed her suit jacket off, as she stood up from her spot on the couch.

"With no father in need of impressing. And no hotel in disarray" she stepped over the scattered markers on the floor as she saw something catch her attention out of the corner of her eyes. It was a butterfly, that intrigued her. You didn't see butterflies in hell. But it was a beautiful shade of cherry red, it matched her eyes.

"No hell with thousands of sinners to save" she opened the window, gently to not spook the winged creature. It eagerly flew inside, spooking KeeKee a bit. Charlie chuckled, as she held out her finger as she watched it gently land on it. "And no extermination in the way".

Her smile fell a bit as she watched the butterfly fly off her finger, as all the weight and self doubt creeped in again. "What would it be like to be..."

You watched as the butterfly flew off your finger, "What would it be like to be free?"

"Free?"

"Free to try crazy things" you looked up at the sky, dreamily with a cheeky smile on your face.

"Free from endless IOUs" the red eyed demon, cooed, as she leaned against the wall of the hotel.

"Free to fly" your ears flicked, as you watched the butterfly flutter past you and out towards the balcony.

"Free to sing"

"And marry whom I choose" you sang bitterly, as you remembered your arranged engagement you own fucking sister didn't tell you about.

"Cmon your highness, don't be so upset. This is for the greater good, you both will be an adorable couple! Helping bring hope to humans for centuries to come!" Liam said enthusiastically.

"I guess ..." you grumbled bitterly, "it's my duty..."

"Oh look! Another engagement gift!" He cooed, as another Angel sent down a gift on the growing pile. You rose a brow, a bit skeptical. "You would think that I'm so lucky that I have so many things" you crouched down to grab one of the presents, it was wrapped in your favorite color with a golden ribbon on the top. "I'm realizing that every present comes with strings" you looked at the gift solemnly, as you fiddled with the string.

"Though I know I have so little, my determination's strong" Charlie, glanced around the slightly ramshackled walls of the hotel, nervously. Before putting on a determined grin, "People will gather around the 7 rings to hear my song!" The blonde twirled, as she thrusted her arms up enthusiastically into the air.

"Now I fear I'll never be..."

"Soon, I will forever be..."

"Free"

You and Charlie both made your way back to your balconies, as you both sang in harmony. " I close my eyes and feel myself fly a thousand miles away". You both gripped the railing as you both overlooked your kingdoms; Your sunny blue clear skies and Charlie's dark and dingy horizon. "I could take flight, but would it be right?" You both glanced up at the colored butterflies fluttering around you. "My conscience tells me, "Stay"

"I'll remain forever royal" you sighed, as you closed your eyes.

"I won't give up on these sinners yet!" Charlie declared determinedly.

"Duty means doing the things your heart may well regret"

"But I'll never stop believing" Charlie cooed softly, as she looked up in the sky dreamily. She was sure there was someone up there in heaven who'd take her seriously

"She can never stop my schemes" you rolled your eyes playfully, as you leaned against the railing. Sure, Sera could try and tie you down with marriage but you weren't about to roll over and take it.

"There's more to living than gloves and gowns and threads and seams" You both sang into the empty sky, as y'all watched the butterflies finally soar away from the balcony

"In my dreams, I'll be free"

"Nice singing twink" a familiar voice snapped you out of your perfect harmony, causing you to freeze. You turned around bashfully, as heat began to rush to your face. You were NOT expecting to be caught. You were met with the familiar sight of Adam's exterminator mask, you sighed. "Good afternoon Adam..." you noticed Lute standing not far from him. "Good afternoon Lute"

"Afternoon, your highness" she replied, professionally, nodding her head in a slight bowed.

"Uh? You don't sound pleased to see me? Which is fucking crazy, since I'm ADAM y'know the-" you cut him off swiftly.

"The original dick? Yeah, I know Adam..." you huffed, crossing your arms. "What do you want anyways?" You asked, as you fiddled with the collar of your shirt.

"What a guy can't see the cute little twink he's about to put a ring on?" He asked smugly.

Your eyes widened, at those words, your form stiffening, as you processed what he had just said. Adam...is the Angel you're marrying.

Adam.....marriage you.

Adam is marrying you.

You couldn't help but let out the screech you've been holding in. Fuck that entire Disney princess ass song you sang about follwing your duty for the greater good that was when you thoughts you were marrying literally anybody else except literally FUCKING ADAM.

"OH YOU MOTHERFU-"

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a practically perfect pair II l.wubben-moy x reader

tooth rotting fluff because you simply can’t convince me otherwise that lotte doesn’t give off the most wholesome, sweet and loving girlfriend energy

a practically perfect pair II l.wubben-moy x reader

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you first met lotte when you were just fifteen.

you had both been selected for the under 17's lionesses junior euros, it was your first ever junior national call up and having been one of the only girls who hadn't played with the team before, you found yourself on the outs with the group.

it wasn't to say they purposefully left you out by any means, everyone was friendly and you felt welcomed. but not having been present for other camps or tournaments, there was inside jokes and stories shared which you just couldn't relate to, which lead to you feeling isolated from most of your team mates.

you'd always been more on the quiet introverted side and with so many large bubbly personalities in the team it was easy for you to blend into the background, something you didn't mind by any means feeling quite a sense of security from not being the centre of anyone's focus.

it did however mean you weren't starting for the first match of the tournament, and found yourself sat on the bench with a substitutes bib over your jersey which was easily two sizes too big for you.

you cheered and clapped and encouraged your team mates who were on the pitch, and kept your head down and listened intently during the half time speech, taking note of anything and everything on the rare chance you might be subbed on.

you weren't, but the girls came away with a win and you couldn't have been happier for them, exchanging hugs and congratulating them sincerely.

it was on the bus ride home that you had your first real interaction with lotte, you were sat up toward the front, the louder and more boisterous of your team mates always occupied the back and as we've established, you quite liked to blend in and avoid any unnecessary attention.

which was why you jumped out of your skin in shock as a body dropped down into the empty seat beside you, despite there being dozens of unpopulated rows.

"oh gosh im sorry! i promise i didn't mean to startle you." a toothy smile and messy mop of brown hair stared back at you guiltily as you softly assured her it was fine and you were just by nature quite a jumpy person.

"i don't think we've really had the chance to talk much, do you mind if i sit here?" the girl had asked a little quieter as you shook your head and her smile widened, dumping her backpack at her feet and buckling in as the engine roared to life.

you heard a few of the other girls calling out for her to come and sit with them but she waved them off as she pulled her hair back into a bun, assuring you before you could even open your mouth that she wanted to sit with you.

"hey you've got a little something..." the brunette started, pointing down to the collar of your jersey as you frowned and looked down, only for her finger to swipe up and knock at your nose as she grinned at you cheekily for the joke.

"i know we technically already know one another's names, but im lotte." the girl beamed, holding out her hand as you grinned and shook her outstretched palm, shoving her hand away as she poked at your nose and teased you for how easily you'd fallen for her previous joke.

"so i will admit i am an absolute sucker for a mystery, and right now you have to be the biggest one here. mind helping me solve it sherlock?" lotte requested playfully, leaning back on her headrest and looking at you expectantly.

"why most certainly watson." you quipped back with a shy smile and a giggle, lottes own smile widening at your answer, admittedly a little worried that she might have overwhelmed you with how suddenly and strongly she was coming on.

the brunettes eyes twinkled with genuine curiosity toward the girl in front of her, who she had admittedly been staring after ever since she'd joined the team. but seeing how reserved you were she didn't want to scare you off, though now spurred on by her friends and team mates who were also wanting to get to know you better without freaking you out if they came at you as a pack, here she was.

and from that first playful round of twenty questions on the bus back to the hotel the two of you quickly cemented into a close duo, one rarely seen without the other by their side or trailing far behind.

your blossoming friendship with lotte and the effortless charm and charisma that oozed from the older girl meant your own confidence grew in leaps and bounds, and though it took a little more time than with lotte you grew close with a small handful of the girls from that first national camp, in a group you all fondly nicknamed the good peeps.

the first real hurdle in your tight knit bond came a few years later when lotte made the decision to move to an american college. it was the best move to further her football career in a program that you had no doubt would help her absolutely thrive.

as much as both her, lois and alessia had begged you and some of the others in the group to make that same call, you weren't as brave as them and just couldn't commit from being so far away from your home and your family and your support system for so long.

the first few months of her being gone were fine, both of you one another's go to for absolutely anything and everything, especially the swapping of stories or news about your days and lives, you both scheduled in face times and phone calls and you were even in talks of booking a trip to go and visit her during your off season, having chosen yourself to commence training at the arsenal academy.

but as time passed lotte became more settled in her new life, the face times and calls turning into occasional texts, and you began to work harder to catch the eyes of the scouts for the senior clubs, desperate to earn yourself a proper professional contract, and both of your abilities to respond to the texts within a time zone that suited one another and encouraged and fostered an actual meaningful conversation lessened.

and at neither of your own faults, gradually the contact between the two of you dropped off entirely, the only communications a thoughtful but generic message for a holiday or a birthday, and before either of you could blink three years had passed and you'd finally signed your first professional contract with the arsenal women's senior team, and lotte was nearing the commencement of her final year of college.

unbeknownst to both of you the other would occasionally pop into dreams or thoughts, and lottes fingers would hover over your contact, wondering how you were doing and longing to hear the sound of your melodious laugh, but then someone would interrupt and require her attention and her phone would be hastily slid back into her pocket, the thought lost as she busied herself with study, football or social commitments.

you also occasionally found yourself scrolling through lottes social media, smiling proudly at her accomplishments and wondering what life would have been like if you'd followed along beside them, and your finger would hover over the direct message icon, but then you'd glance at the time and realise if you didn't leave now you'd be late for training or the bus to the match and the thought would be lost, promptly filed right into the back of your mind.

everything changed again the day that you found out lotte had been offered a professional contact with arsenal, and was due to start pre season training with the team in just a few days now her signing had been officially announced.

you had of course seen both lotte and alessia's decision to leave UNC early and return to england due to the ever increasing lockdown restrictions, and you'd commented a few sympathetic red hearts on both posts but hadn't interacted much more than that.

so you found your stomach tied up with knots as you sat lacing up your boots for the first training session of the pre-season, unsure if you were excited or dreading seeing the girl who you'd once considered basically an extra limb given how tightly you were attached to one another at all times.

you heard her voice before you saw her, the girl embracing a few of the older girls who she knew through the national teams, her confident laugh echoing across the locker room as the head trainer blew his whistle and everyone hurried out to the pitch.

of course that meant that the two of you were now left alone, stood up and staring one another down from across the room.

she'd gotten taller since you last saw her, always having had a few inches over you but now she'd evidently grown effortlessly into the long limbs you used to tease her for tripping over like a clumsy baby deer.

the baby fat from her face had also gone, her jawline now sharp and clearly defined. but her eyes, her eyes still remained the same twinkling cheeky orbs you grew up with, and as the corners of her mouth tugged up into a soft smile, you realised that was yet another feature which remain unchanged.

lottes own mind was also in overdrive taking you in in person for the first time in almost a few years. you'd also had a little growth spurt and had grown into your ears, ears which lotte had often tugged on and teased you for as they'd stuck out from your hair. your dimples remained the same in both corners of your mouth, your button nose scrunching up slightly as you returned her smile, as did the galaxy of freckles which dotted along the curvature of your nose, though your hair was a lot lighter and your skin a bit more tanned than she remembered.

but overall, you were both still just you.

the gap rapidly closed between you you'd embraced one another in a tight hug, exhaling deeply at the familiar warmth which filled both your stomachs at one another's touch. whispering soft i missed you's and the murmurings of gentle apologies for the distance which had fallen between the both of you.

however wordlessly you both knew you felt the same, that despite that distance which had grown, in the current moment where you stood wrapped up in one another's tight embrace, it felt just like old times, and as if nothing had ever really changed.

it took half a year of lingering hugs that lead to butterflies in stomachs, hearts racing from the seemingly harmless but intimate tracings of one another's skin as you lay together in hotel beds on away matches chatting about nothing and everything, before you and lotte both realised that maybe something had changed between the two of you during your time apart.

which was that you had both accidentally but hopelessly fallen head over heels for one another, though neither of you had quite realised this yet yourselves despite almost everyone around you catching on immediately.

it was the longing glances that you both hoped the other would never notice, the way you would both curl up together on the bus home from matches, tired and aching limbs intertwined as you took turns listening to playlists you'd both curated for one another, chatting away amicably about whatever tv show you were both hooked on.

eventually, not to say it was without a loving but firm push from your friends and team mates, these growing feelings of affection for one another were finally confessed aloud in the comfort and privacy of your shared east london flat. this was then followed shortly by an incredibly forced and awkward first date, the two of you deciding right in that moment that you knew one another far too well to need to put yourselves through that agonising first stage of dating.

and from then on the rest seemed to blur into a slideshow of your shared life and memories together, one you both made sure stayed as private as you wanted without the pressure of it being entirely hidden.

it was how you found yourself hand in hand with the taller brunette, the two of you wandering slowly down the beach in the sunshine coast of australia, toes shoved into the soft sand of the foreign country.

both of you selected for your national teams World Cup squad you as a couple were overcome with joy and pride that it was an adventure you would get to experience right by one another's side.

"g! delete those, give the poor girls their privacy they've clearly gone off by themselves for a reason." keira shoved at her best friends shoulder as georgia snapped a series of photos of the two of you without your knowledge.

"what! its not like I'm gonna post them anywhere im just capturing the moment keira, ill send them the pictures and they can do as they please with them." the blonde rolled her eyes and placed the camera back around her neck, turning to watch the glorious sunset which was evolving before their very eyes, sending the sky a dizzying array of coral pinks and bright pops of daisy yellow and burnt orange.

"are we discussing mrs and mrs wubben-moy's impending wedding then!" ella appeared with a joking grin, dropping down on the soft sand in front of the pair, alessia not far behind as keira chuckled at her words.

you both of course were not engaged however it was a running joke within the team that it was an unnecessary step due to the fact you both behaved practically like an old married couple.

"ive never met two people so practically perfect for one another, it's both really really lovely and really really disgusting." lucy piped up from the other side of georgia as the rest of the girls hummed in agreement, exchanging soft smiles as unbeknownst to you and your girlfriend they watched on fondly.

"hey!" lotte shouted with a gasp as you broke away from her, dropping her hand and playfully kicking water toward the older girl, dousing her legs and shorts with tiny droplets. "oh I'm so sorry love I tripped!" you gasped with an innocent smile, rapidly stepping backwards away from her as she advanced toward you with an amused shake of her head.

"lots no it was one small splash, please!" you begged as she quickly caught you, long arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off your feet as you kicked and tried to pull away from her, the defender repeatedly threatening to drop you as she slowly waded deeper and deeper into the calm patch of sea.

"you do that and you'll be single before the kick off of this tournament wubben-moy!" you warned seriously as she faked dropping you, tightening her hold and jogging back into the shallower water, placing you back down on your feet on the sand with a cheeky grin as you smacked at her chest.

"not the last name!" the brunette feigned a grimace of pain as she clutched at her heart and you rolled your eyes at her dramatic antics, a smile unable to be stopped gradually spreading across your face. "honestly babe you could quit football for acting." you clapped sarcastically as the two of you turned around and began the slow walk back toward the rest of your friends.

"now that's much better." lotte smiled, hands placing themselves on your cheeks and dipping her head to press her lips to your own, the sweet moment broken up by wolf whistles and jeers echoing across the beach from your friends.

ella and alessia making kissy faces at the both of you your cheeks flushed pink and you buried your face in your girlfriends neck, feeling her body vibrating with quiet laughter at the teasing, her hand comfortingly rubbing at your back as you both embraced one another tenderly for a moment before breaking apart and returning to the group, all of you heading back toward the hotel for dinner.

you were laid down on the bed of your hotel room not quite asleep but eyes closed and belly full from a delicious feed, spirits high from an evening filled with the buzzing excitement radiating off your friends and team mates to finally be here in australia.

after dinner both you and lotte had spent some time bonding with the team before quietly slipping out of the games room, alessia and ellie having to sit on top of ella to stop her racing after you as soon as she noticed your absence, the stubbornly hotheaded midfielder wanting to demand a rematch of table tennis after you'd beaten her several times throughout the night.

the two of you the same age she was also one of the girls you'd grown up closest to, especially after the others had departed for america and she too had chosen to stay behind

though things between the two of you were quiet, silence had never been something uncomfortable for either of you. even just as friends in your youth you forever felt safe, loved and heard when around lotte as she did around you. and though of course over the years you had the occasional squabble over something, you prided yourselves on being able to communicate diplomatically and honestly to solve the root of whatever problem had surfaced.

"hello." you mumbled out tiredly feeling the bed dip beside you as lotte laid down, sketchbook left open on the other bed as she just took a second to take you in, eyes scanning your sleepy features adoringly before she pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, you humming appreciatively at the sweet gesture.

you felt the older girl sit back up, your body tensing a little at the temperature shift as she gently lifted up the back of your top, a single finger tracing gently down the line of your spine.

"my love may i please draw on your back?"

the request nothing new to you you simply made a noise of agreement, pushing your body up a little so lotte could properly tug your top so it sat hunched around your neck and you slumped back into the mattress, moving your arms to tuck securely under your head.

you felt lotte leave and heard her rummaging through her luggage for the correct supplies, eyes fluttering closed again as you exhaled deeply, nose twitching a few times as you did.

you heard the bed squeak slightly as lotte hopped back onto it, murmuring a quiet apology as she shuffled up the mattress toward your practically topless form and carefully settled her knees to rest either side of your hips.

"you can sit down baby it's fine." you breathed out, feeling how she was purposefully kneeling her body to hover just above yours, a hum returned in response before her weight actually settled down properly across the back of your thighs.

you tensed a little as you felt the first foreign touch of the marker on the exposed skin of your back, a gentle kiss placed behind your ear in apology as over time your body adjusted and the tension disappeared from your shoulders.

lotte humming something quietly to herself as she drew, the sound somehow only made you more tired, and before you knew it you'd peacefully dozed off. the older girl on top of you smiled at the action, heart melting at the relaxed expression on your face and the way your eyebrows would knit together every now and then, a silent way to confirm you were off deep in a dream somewhere, one which she hoped was nothing but pleasant for you.

around an hour and a half later she'd finished, shuffling herself back a little and laying down on top of you, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear and pressing feather light kisses to the back of your neck. you felt warm hands gently caressing your sides as you awoke, blinking slowly to zone back in and stretching a little underneath her, your girlfriend uttering a teasing good morning into your ear as you turned your head and mumbled that you'd like her to kiss you properly now.

with a soft smile and a chuckle lotte manoeuvred her body off of yours, hands grabbing at your hips protectively to steady you as you sat up and stretched again almost falling off of the bed as you did so, your top coming back down to cover your previously exposed torso as you did.

"what time is it?" you asked rubbing at your eyes and shuffling closer to the taller girl, pressing your face into her shoulder as arms wrapped tightly around you, her hand once again coming to rub comfortingly at your back as she muttered an answer into your hair.

"can I see?" you pulled away from her and gestured to your back, much more awake now as lottes eyes lit up and she nodded, quick to slide off the bed and offer you a hand up. fingers interlocking the taller girl practically dragged you into the bathroom, standing you in front of the mirror and tapping gently at your ribs, signalling for you to take your top off.

"oh wow..." you trailed off wordlessly as you twisted around and gazed down with wide eyes at the intricate pattern adorning your tanned skin. "it's beautiful, you're so incredibly talented it never ceases to amaze me, you never cease to amaze me." you spoke softly, eyes locked through the mirror with the taller girl stood behind you whose cheeks blushed a little with colour at the sincere compliment.

"you're so beautiful, my beautiful girl." lotte murmured in response, hugging you tightly from behind and burying her face in your neck, eliciting a small chime of laughter from you as a few loose strands of her hair tickled at your nose.

"don't tell me you've gone shy." you teased gently, the older girl pulling her head out of your neck and glaring at you playfully, craning her head around to steal a few sweet kisses before you turned in her hold, the two of you wrapping one another up in yet another tight hug, bound so close together each could feel the others heartbeat.

and though the comments from your friend were meant teasingly, lucy had been right.

together the two of you really were a practically perfect pair.

#woso #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #engwnt #woso blurbs #fic recs #lotte wubben moy #lotte wubben moy x reader

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beelmons · 10 months

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Just want Luke Alvez to spell out his name with his tongue against me. I'm a simple woman, with simple needs. No hands, all mouth. my cunnilingus king

no cause this is what i call having taste !

i accidentally posted this without finishing and im going insane trying to speed write it skckwkckwkf DOMT LOOK UNDER READ MORE

Edit: Okay NOW you can look.

cw: oral sex fem receiving, fem!reader

Some people paid billions of dollars to reach space and experience the wonders of the universe, and yet, it only took a heavily underpaid FBI agent to get you to see stars.

Luke Alvez was not a man to eat women out, oh no, he was the one to straight up devour them. Like an avid critic ready to cater his next meal, he would time and again bury himself in between your legs; no further aid needed whatsoever, a dedicated mouth could take you to places you were sure mortals couldn't reach.

It made you suspicious, to be honest. How could a man be so good at pleasing a woman? The only way it made sense was if he had done it hundreds of times before, but taking his time while in deployment and current new schedule in consideration, he wouldn't only have to be dedicated to it, he would have had to straight up clone himself to take two women at a time on the little time he had to spare.

He could do it, to be fair, without the need of cloning himself, after all he had his charm. You don't just open your legs for anyone on the first date, let alone the first thirty minutes of meeting them. He was a witty gentleman, and not hard on the eye at all.

Soon you would find out that his sharp tongue wasn't only skillful on the streets. Something about the way he so passionately licked you thoroughly each time. Or how he moaned along everytime he hit a good spot. Or the weird combination of strokes he pulled at the end, the one that never failed to push you over the edge.

You had to find out what it was, because you were starting to think it was not human. And tonight, as your apartment was filled with lewd slurping sounds, you were set on finding it out.

One little problem, keeping your sanity as his tongue, somehow, reached your sweetest spots was no easy task. It took all of your energy and some holding back from straight up cumming into his mouth without warning. Your face was clenched in what seemed more like pain than pleasure. But your climax was reaching, you were so close, just as close as you were to figuring out what the hell he did at the end, so close, so close.

"Babe, are you alright?" he pulled away to ask.

"No!" you yelled in anger almost instinctively, and certainly without intention.

He was clearly taken aback by your reaction, and the second you noticed his clear confusion, you spoke up again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." you said, reaching to have your hand land on his hair, not wanting him to be too far from your cunt "I was just so close."

"Sorry, you looked like you were in pain, so..." he tried to explain before you cut him off.

"I was focused." you clarified.

"Focused?" his brows furrowed "Listen, if you have to focus to cum... I'd rather you tell me what I'm doing wrong."

"No. What? Come on Luke, you can't be serious." you complained "I was focused on figuring out what the hell it is that you always do, that it makes my brain be reduced to a pulp!"

You certainly didn't mean it as a praise, but he still found a way to interpret it as such. He broke into a shy chuckle as he shook his head.

"I can tell you" he said "But you have to promise not to laugh."

"Why would I-" you were about to inquire, but he cut you off.

"I spell my name with my tongue." he finally admitted.

"You are kidding." your eyes opened in genuine surprise. It sounded so stupid right off the bat, even more so when you considered the possibility of being true.

Your free hand reached down to have your middle digit trail over your own clit, you were moist enough thanks to him, so nothing else was needed. You began making an experiment of your own.

L U K E A L-

Sure, it felt good, but nothing out of the ordinary.

"Not like that!" he quickly grabbed at your wrist to pull it away "It's not the same if you use fingers, and I'm afraid there is one more secret to it."

You were attentively looking at him talk, so you were able to see his face disappear between your legs. You thought after the break you wouldn't be so sensitive, but boy were you wrong. The second the tip of his tongue landed on your bundle of nerves again, your legs began to shake. Like no time had passed.

You tried your best to pay attention, you really did.

Luke Alvez

But you lost track after the 'K'.

Next thing you knew, you were dripping down in your own release, and he was doing his best to have nothing go to waste.

Your chest was raising up and down from the pants. Legs limb and tired against his shoulders. Once he was satisfied with the clean up, he raised his head yet again. His characteristic, slightly annoying, cheeky grin clear on his face.

"I do it in cursive."

#luke alvez #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez x reader smut #blurb: luke #blurb: smut #blurb: mine

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earth 42! miles x reader

summary: you just wanna understand miles and why he’s been so off. once he’s dealt with you finally ready to leave him, will he tell you the truth?

“miles.. what’s going on?? you’ve been flaky on dates, i’m left on delivered 8 out of 10 times, you’ve even been missing school.” you’re sat on miles bed talking to him as soon as he enters his room by climbing through the window. “and you’re even coming in through the window knowing damn well your door is always open to you. if you wanna end things because you got your own shit going on then-” “no!” the first time miles speaks, its with panic.

“no baby. it’s not even like that. i just- im just dealing w a lot right now. shits busy.” he says slowly trying to speak cautiously. “oh yeah shits busy with you and your uncles shady ass business huh? you think i dont notice you miles? you think i don’t see the small ticks you have when nervous? or the way you bite your lip slightly whenever i mention about it or when you try to deflect like you’re trying to do right now? i love you miles but you know i’m not an idiot. don’t treat me like it.” “baby,” he chuckles trying to diffuse the situation. “you wouldn’t leave me, right mi amor? you just gotta understand, i’m busy i don’t have time for all the shit you talkin bout.”

you’re silent as you look in miles eyes. he’s looking at you intently really realizing that you just might leave him after all the shit he’s putting you through. he can feel his resolve crumbling. he doesn’t know how to smooth talk his way out of this. “miles all the ‘shit’ i’m talking about is us. you don’t want this do you? because i need you to let me know now. i’m tired miles. i’m exhausted feeling like i’m the only person trying to get things to work out. i wanna hear you out, i want to know what’s going on through your head but you won’t let me. i don’t know what to do. i’m so tired of calling your mom every other day to make sure you’re eating and that you’re well on days you don’t talk to me. i’m tired of writing notes for you in class so you can catch up when you barely even pay attention to when i try to teach you. and i’m tired of sitting at booths while waiters look at me with pity after saying ‘would you like the check?’ when you don’t come for hours. i’m really tired miles.” you sigh as you hold your face in your hands finally relieved to get to tell him all the shit you’ve been holding in.

miles genuinely wants to cry. he’s been so selfish. he knew deep down even when pushing it away he’s been hurting you. he knew he was hurting you when his mom would give him the silent treatment after receiving one of your calls and telling him, “don’t string that poor girl along. you got lucky and you don’t even know it mijo.” he just didn’t know how to tell you about him being the prowler. it seems like no matter what he does, whether he tells you or not, he could lose you. when you finish speaking miles looks down at the floor blinking back tears that he doesn’t want you to see. he clears his throat before speaking.

“i’m so sorry baby.” you can hear his voice crack but he refuses to cry in front of you. “i’ll tell you everything. i’m so so sorry. i didnt mean to hurt you cariño. can i hug you baby?” he’s finally walking over to you after putting some distance between the two of you with him leaning against his window and you on the bed. you nod finally ready to get some answers from your boyfriend. he’s holding you close flipping you onto him so that you’re on his lap. he says he focuses better that way.

as he’s telling you about him being the prowler he’s playing with your shirt clearly nervous. he starts to stutter with some sentences and it makes you sad because your boyfriend never stutters. he’s always so confident so you can tell this was really affecting him. he’s rubbing your thighs while telling you stories about him and uncle aaron’s “business”. once he’s done you hug him and put your arms around him as you caress the back of his neck while he’s inhaling your scent rubbing circles with his thumb on your waist.

you move back to see him, the boy you love letting all his emotions out and finally visibly relaxing as he tells you everything he’s been wanting to tell you for months. “thank you for telling me miles. it all makes sense now but i wish you told me sooner. i don’t want you to share this burden all on your own.” you give him a warm smile and he smiles feeling such love for you. “i don’t deserve you, you know that? i know you know that.” he says easing the tension looking at you lightly laugh at his joke. “oh trust i know that. you just charity work.” you both begin to laugh finally easing into each other. “can i get a kiss baby? been needing one for so long.” you hold his face in his arms and kiss him. this kiss is a much more intimate kiss than the others. it holds emotion. he grips onto you tighter, never wanting to remember the feeling of you almost leaving him. he needs you here and he needs you here to stay. and he’s ready to man up and prove it to you.

#earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 #miles morales prowler #prowler x reader #prowler miles morales x reader #miles morales fluff #miles morales angst #miles morales x reader #miles x y/n #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles angst

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kamiversee · 2 months

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OKAY. HERE WE GO. I DID IT, I WENT OVER THE CHAPTERS AND PULLED OUT DIFFERENT THINGS. IM SO SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG. PLS KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE UR STORY AND IM SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS IS!!!

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Chapters that include Sukuna: 23, 24, 25, 32, 33, 34

Chapter 23: The Party Era "Well… around a time like now, that asshole is probably somewhere in the middle of the party," Gojo explains.

The way he refers to Sukuna as an asshole has you worried. Are you going to have to deal with another Naoya?

Swallowing down a large gulp of nerves, you bat your eyelashes at Gojo, "Asshole…?"

He tenses up beside you for some unknown reason, "Uh… I mean, yeah." He shrugs, "Sukuna isn't the nicest guy in the world, everyone knows that."

Satoru describing Sukuna as an asshole, tensing up but only saying that he isn't the "nicest guy in the world".

"Sukuna…" Gojo pauses, thinking hard about something before shaking the thought away, "He uh… How do I say this… He'll," The man looks down at you again, "He'll be nice to you."

He wasn't worried that Sukuna would hurt her. It makes me believe there could be a closer hint towards Sukuna knowing who the reader was prior to this. If he knew about her then it would give Satoru a reason to be able to leave her alone with him without worrying that he would harm her (if Choso was being honest about the abuse-- which he would have no reason to lie about?).

Your body language made it so painfully obvious that you didn't want this guy touching on you and you eventually turned your head back to him, noticing that it was the same person Gojo snapped at earlier.

That realization caused goosebumps to form all over your skin and you tried telling the man to back off you. He definitely heard you but clearly ignored you, going as far as groping your ass and creepily smiling at you.

The exact same man from before? It seems suspicious that the guy would go after the reader more than once in the night, especially after being practically threatened with Satoru's eyes… maybe this was set up? (I'm stretching it).

In the blink of your eye, one second he was trying to come to touch you again and the next you saw a fist make contact with his jaw, a crack heard even through the music as his body stumbled to the side and then made contact with the floor.

Sukuna doesn't even bat an eye before he whacks this man to the floor for harassing a woman. It makes me feel like there's something there. Does he know her? Or does he genuinely just hate people making women uncomfortable, but that also defeats the purpose of what Choso said-- why would Sukuna beat a guy up for making a woman uncomfortabe if he beats them.

The smile that was once spread across his face drops completely when he looks at you.

???

Chapter 24: The Heavy Tension

FIFTEEN MINUTES. That was the exact amount of time it took you to seduce Sukuna.

The act was way too easy. Actually, it was suspiciously easy.

It's one thing for him to have made his introduction by knocking a creep out for the sake of you but it's an entirely different thing for the man to then order you to dance with him.

Still feels weird to me, but I'm not too suspicious given his history with women (provided in future chapters).

His introduction seemed pretty odd as well. I feel like because the man was doing this to multiple women maybe this was still planned??? But he's also a creep SOOOO!

A voice was right in your ear, lips brushing over your skin and giving you literal chills, "You're not uncomfortable with me touching you, right?"

SEE IT JUST MAKES ME SO CONFUSED!!!!

"Bullshit," He utters, "Nobody dresses like this without the intent of gaining my attention," Sukuna claims while his hands slide back down along your body.

This is probably nothing but I thought I might just add it?

"Care to be my next victim?" Sukuna requests, his wording making your face scrunch up a little.

"What a poor choice of words…" You murmur in response, taking him by complete surprise.

IM SORRY I HAD TO ADD IT LMAO

You glance over to a nightstand you pass by and notice a single framed picture. Stopping, you can't help but pick it up. It's Yuji. The resemblance between Sukuna and his younger brother is uncanny, they look identical with the exception of Sukuna appearing older and having face tattoos.

"Is this your brother?" You blurt out.

Sukuna's head turns back to you again, his brows furrowed and a vein popping out in his forehead at the mere mention of his sibling. "Unfortunately, yes." He sighs deeply, rolling his eyes at how curious you are and returning his attention to whatever it was on inside the bathroom.

If this isn't Choso's room, which I don't think it is… Why would Sukuna have a framed photo of Yuji? He obviously doesn't like his brother, but I feel like there's something weird about that fact.

Only to be stopped by another banging against the room door, this time followed by some guy calling Sukuna's name.

…

His phone buzzes on the counter and his head snaps back before he snatches the device up. Sukuna's whole face sinks and he looks like he's about to kill someone.

"These fucking idiots…" He sighs, unlocking his phone and responding to something. You sit idly on the floor, staring up at him until he looks down at you again.

With a sigh Sukuna shakes his head, "Someone threatened to call the cops and shut this party down so, I gotta' go." He explains.

I'm sorry this was definitely Satoru no one is telling me otherwise…

Chapter 32: The Heavy Tension

He nods his chin toward the picture you just had in your hands, "You know my brother, don't you?"

There is no way he could have guessed that??? She picked up a picture of Yuji last time and he didn't think she'd know who he was, but Choso?

"He's talked about you before," Sukuna says suddenly.

I know he said this in a joking way, but is there any way that Choso and Sukuna still keep in touch?

It's slow but he soon meets your eyes, "Bad one. Fucker' snuck a hit on me like the little bitch he is," Sukuna curses.

Oh he's definitely talking about Satoru c'mon.

"No, but, I fight a lot and I'd love to have a pretty face like yours taking care of me after each one," Sukuna comments, his words making your heart race.

I JUST DONT UNDERSTAND ANYMORE…

Sukuna releases one and then brings the other to his mouth, placing a kiss on the palm of your hand.

He's being so gentle here????!?!?!

Chapter 34 - The Degrading Era

On your body was this large t-shirt and… your underwear? Except, it was freshly cleaned? Holy shit, how long were you out for?

He even takes care of her the morning after, which feels weird because of his character.

"How do you feel?" Sukuna cuts off, uninterested in your questions as to why he's so close to you.

…

When you opened the device and went through it, you noticed your notification from your bank, a lovely deposit of six thousand USD having been sent to you within the last hour.

Okay so Satoru already knowing did seem fairly suspicious. But then again you were gone for awhile…?? But he wasn't with you… UGH I DONT KNOW!

That's oddly specific. You didn't think much of when he called you a whore last night, since, y'know, you like being degraded. But, something about that being his assumption for your occupation is a crazy coincidence.

Especially considering how hellbent Gojo was on telling you not to call yourself that. The more you think about it…

Gojo got upset at something from Sukuna's party, he didn't want you to call yourself a whore all of a sudden, Sukuna seems to have believed that was your actual job, and you remember how pissed Gojo seemed as he thought about you sleeping with Sukuna-

Holy fuck. Are the two connected somehow? Is something going on? What does Gojo owe Sukuna? Does Sukuna know you only slept with him as payment to clear Gojo's debt? Is-

I DONT CARE IF SUKUNA SAID HE WAS JOKING. THIS IS TOO SUSPICIOUS!!!! "You've got the kinda' pussy men pay for. Hell, I…"

I know this is because he didn't want to compliment the reader BUT 1. he's seeming a little to sweet to her if this isn't how he normally treats women. 2. I DONT THINK HE WOULD JOKE? DID HE PAY??? HELLO!!! IM CONFUSED

You're quick to wrap your arms around his neck as you're lifted into the air and Sukuna carries you to his bathroom.

"Do not get used to this." He says sternly.

You've got a big smile on your face as he assists you with readying yourself for the day.

The man helps you to brush your teeth, cleanse your face, get dressed in your clothes from the night prior that have been washed, and then he basically carries you everywhere around his house.

After which, Sukuna says he's driving you home and you end up spending a lovely morning receiving princess treatment from the man.

I'm sorry HELLO? I'm telling you this is weird behaviour for someone who supposedly fucks and dips… he seems to caring, especially towards her. I know he doesn't have feelings for her but what is it!!!

(i put this on my acc also if it's easier to read that way i dont know if these messages get cut off lmk!)

if u read this... thank u, and im sorry.

ly girl ur great!

Oh you’re gonna eat the next chapter I upload up ngl

So to start, I can’t confirm or deny anything as typically said :/

But I’ll instead give you more things to consider based on these thoughts of yours! These are in no specific order btw so bear with me pls !

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One, as said before, no one knows the time frame on what Choso said about Sukuna being abusive to women & I’d also like to point out how it’s clearly said that Choso moved out of their shared home the moment he got the chance to years ago.

While this doesn’t make up for anything, it is something to consider since he was quite kind to the reader & for him to act such a way it’s just out of character compared to what Choso says :)

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Two, the creep who harasses the reader twice is simply just an example of men who just dont take the hint. He blatantly ignored Gojo’s threat and still approached the reader anyways — it wasn’t set up at all ^.^

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People keep asking why Sukuna would assume the reader knew Choso. Well, they do attend the same university & as seen in the most recent chapter, most people are aware of the two being brothers — the reader being the only one out of the loop. Hell, even Shoko knew a bit about them since she said Sukuna doesn’t like being referred to as Itadori.

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It’s never stated that Sukuna typically fucks & leaves. If anything, notice how he offers to be fwb to the reader. Never is it specified that Sukuna is the type to fuck someone once & then dip, especially as it’s later revealed the reader isn’t the only woman he’s interested in having sex with as he says he called the “wrong whore”.

Plus, despite Choso’s claim of Sukuna hitting women & us not knowing the time frame on that, note that his aftercare could just be who he is. I had to make him the king of something in this fic & I chose aftercare💀

That being said, sure, later down the line you could assume Sukuna would lose his temper and lay his hand on someone but never would you know if his aftercare to the reader is exclusive only to her or just how he is.

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Gojo sending the money the next morning isn’t unusual in any way.

When the reader slept with Toji, Gojo knew (assumed) she’d done it without even receiving a text from her so it’s safe to assume he did the same with Sukuna and figured after not hearing a word from the reader, she’d completed her goal.

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I believe that’s about all I wanted to explain, the theory girlies are gonna eat this tf up so ty for the break down🫶

Oh, you still missed the detail I said no one found btw ;)

#kamiversee!answers #tfl!theories

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neuvisex · 9 months

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Hiyaaa, i have a request but it may be triggering so if you dont feel comfy writing it, please let me know and i'll completely understand <3

If possible, may i requests scaramouche x reader who's um..like..struggling? with uhm..suicidal..like..this is hard to say but like. struggling with self harm..??? uhm. like cvtt1ng on their arms and thighs and they have alot of scars from it too and he finds out? fluffy ending..?? sorry..

im going through alot so uhm. yeah. but once again-! totally okay if you dont feel comfy writing it-!! i dont want you to feel like im guilt tripping you or anything too!! its all your decision <3

But anyways, Lots of love!! 🐈‍⬛💜 have an amazing day/night!!

♣︎ Immortality ♣︎

You find yourself facing a dead end, and the one to help you out is none less than the last person you expected.

TWs: self-harm, suicidal thoughts, mild gore, unhealthy behaviors

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, gn!reader

Summary: Scaramouche finds out reader is struggling with their own self.

A/N: I too struggle with SH, so this was kind of self-indulgent... I don't know if it's fluffy enough by the ending but, well, at least it's not tragic either...

Blood. Your house is filled with a hideous, stale odor that spreads through the walls and shakes the core of the structure. As soon as Scaramouche senses it, his heart begins to race in anguish. No, no, please, not blood. He runs across the room with his legs wobbly, your name leaving his mouth in stuttering words.

— Y/N? Y/N, where the fuck are you?!

When he gets to the bathroom door, his body freezes. Scaramouche falls to his knees in front of your haggard body leaning on the bathtub, his hands trembling in a loss of what to do. For the first time in a long while, he feels genuine fear. Your arms are dyed a terrifyingly familiar dark red, a discarded blade in the puddle that spreads, smearing the floor. The two of you stare at each other for what seems like ages, his desperate eyes meeting your downcast ones.

— Please stay with me. Come on, stay with me.

You open your dry lips to say that everything is fine. That this is just a habit, something you do to ease the pain inside.

— What…?

Scaramouche is useless. How had he not noticed before? Your clothes always long, covering your arms and legs. Your distant, sometimes even evasive, behavior. Your fake smiles, while your eyes were filled with suffering. He should have guessed earlier. Before you had done it again.

— Y/N, I… calm down, I’ll help you… I’ll help you…

The boy's voice cracks as tears roll down his cheeks. He rips off a piece of his own robes and uses it to stop the liquid seeping through your skin, pressing firmly against it. When you ask why he's doing this for you, Scaramouche falls silent. Indeed, why? Why is he, who had renounced human emotions a long time ago, lying at your feet, begging you not to leave him?

— …please don't do that anymore. Please. — he repeats like a prayer.

Night falls quickly. You lie on your bed with your arms bandaged as the blue-haired puppet watches you intently, his features puffy and reddened.

— Are you angry? — You ask shyly.

Scaramouche looks like he can't believe what he's hearing. Now that both of you are more stable, he lets out an emotionless laugh.

— I'm not…I'm just wondering…why? Why mistreat your own body? Why didn't you ever tell me? Why did you…

Your hands find his in an act of consolation. He seems reluctant at first, but eventually relents and relaxes under your touch.

— Listen, I… I'm not exactly the best person to talk about self-love, but you, I mean… yeah, life sucks most of the time, I won't deny it, but you're a valuable person. And if you don't see it yet, one day you might. While you are in this process… count on me. Take it out on me, lean on me, cry with me. Just don't do that to yourself anymore, okay?

#genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact #genshin oc #genshin wanderer #genshin headcanons #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic

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jkabbi · 2 months

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bewitched | chapter 04

╰┈➤summary: Former neighbors turned lovers, your enchanting romance with Jungkook takes a magical turn. A spell to protect him shapes your past, and now, as a flower shop owner, an unexpected reunion brings buried secrets to light. Past and present collide in a captivating tale of love and mystery.

╰┈➤pairing: jungkook x reader (f)

╰┈➤genre: cf2l, fluff, angst, magic au

╰┈➤warnings: cursing, emotional cheating?), mature content (sex scene (not to explicit🤨)) , mention of depression, mention of illness, drowning and asfixia.

word count. 13k

╰┈➤note; hello everyone! here's another chapter (a bit shorter, im sorry😓) this one was a little difficult to finish because I had a hate-love relationship with it😔but im excited for the next one!! i promise it will be good🤭

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Jungkook's sense of emptiness was a constant companion, a silent weight he carried despite the accolades and admiration from others.

It wasn't a mere existential crisis or a longing for attention—it was a genuine, inexplicable feeling of incompleteness that lingered within him.

Despite his successes—winning competitions, garnering attention for his looks, excelling in various fields—Jungkook couldn't shake off this lingering void. It was like trying to remember a forgotten memory, searching for something elusive in the depths of his being.

He attempted to articulate his feelings, to convey the depth of his emptiness to others, but it seemed futile. Jungkook always tried to explain that it was like forgetting something very important. As if you went to a room to look for something and you didn't remember what to look for.

But no one ever understood it.

People offered well-intentioned advice, urging him to seek out emotions, to dive into new experiences, convinced that these would be the antidote to his emptiness.

Yet, despite his efforts to fill the void with achievements, relationships, and adventures, Jungkook remained haunted by this persistent emptiness. At 27, he found himself still grappling with the same profound sense of lack, yearning for something he couldn't quite define.

Despite his relentless pursuit of fulfillment, Jungkook found himself continuously coming up short. He delved into every avenue available to him, immersing himself in a whirlwind of sensations, experiences, and encounters. From mastering various sports to experimenting with different looks, from forming fleeting connections with numerous partners to exploring new hobbies and traversing the globe, Jungkook left no stone unturned in his quest for meaning.

Yet, despite his efforts, the void within him remained stubbornly untouched. Each adrenaline-fueled adventure, each fleeting romance, each new skill acquired only served to accentuate the hollowness he felt inside. It was a paradoxical existence, as he chased after elusive fulfillment without truly understanding what he sought.

His family, grappling with their own grief over the loss of Jungkook's father, attributed his emptiness to this profound loss. While Jungkook certainly mourned his father deeply and experienced waves of sadness and desperation, he knew instinctively that his sense of emptiness transcended this singular event. It was a void that predated his father's passing, a silent ache that had accompanied him throughout his life, long before he could even articulate its presence.

Despite the love and support of his family, Jungkook carried this burden alone, grappling with the enigma of his own emptiness. And so, he continued his relentless pursuit, driven by an insatiable longing for something he couldn't name, hoping against hope that someday he would finally find what he had been searching for all along.

Despite his therapist's attempt to analyze his emptiness as stemming from insatiability, Jungkook couldn't quite reconcile with that diagnosis. He knew deep down that his longing wasn't simply a desire for more, an insatiable hunger for something beyond his grasp. He had cultivated a life that many would envy—a successful career, a stable relationship with Jiwoo, and a comfortable lifestyle. Yet, despite these external markers of success, the void within him persisted.

Jungkook had ticked off all the boxes of conventional happiness—graduating from a prestigious university with honors, securing a well-paying job as a game designer while also working at a technology company, and maintaining a loving relationship with Jiwoo. On paper, his life seemed picture-perfect. But for Jungkook, happiness remained elusive, always just beyond his reach. It wasn't a matter of wealth or fame, as he had achieved both to some extent. Nor was it a lack of love, for he knew Jiwoo cared for him deeply. Yet, despite Jiwoo's affection, Jungkook couldn't shake off the gnawing doubt that perhaps love alone wasn't enough to fill the void that consumed him from within.

In the quiet moments of introspection, Jungkook found himself grappling with the unsettling realization that perhaps what he sought lay beyond the realm of conventional success and societal expectations. It wasn't material wealth or external validation that he craved, but rather a deeper, more profound sense of purpose and belonging—a connection to something greater than himself that had eluded him thus far.

As Jungkook reflected on his relationship with Jiwoo, he couldn't shake the unsettling truth that her love, though genuine and unwavering, couldn't mend the deep-seated void within him. Despite his genuine affection for her, he grappled with the guilt of knowing that her love alone wasn't enough to fill the emptiness that consumed him.

When Jungkook first met Jiwoo, he hasn’t initially considered Jiwoo as a potential partner. In fact, Jungkook hadn't been in many serious relationships before. His past experiences with relationships had been fleeting and superficial, often ending abruptly when the other party developed deeper feelings that he couldn't reciprocate. He typically opted for one-night stands or occasional dates when he felt lonely, but these never lasted long because he couldn't reciprocate the other person's feelings. He always made sure to end things respectfully when he realized the other person was developing deeper emotions. Despite his casual approach to relationships, Jungkook was mindful not to toy with people's feelings.

It wasn't until two years later, during his time in Europe while he was on a journey to improve his mental health, that Jungkook began to see Jiwoo differently. They had initially met at Namjoon's birthday party, but it wasn't until encountering her at an exhibition that Jungkook started to notice her in a new light.

During their conversation that night, Jungkook found Jiwoo to be kind and engaging. They exchanged numbers, and Jungkook began to communicate with her whenever he had a signal while traveling. Over time, Jiwoo asked him to join him on his trips, and Jungkook, feeling the weight of loneliness on his heart, accepted, hoping her companionship would alleviate his solitude.

Her kindness and companionship offered a reprieve from the loneliness that had plagued him for so long, and he found himself drawn to her warmth and understanding.

Their travels together fostered a deepening bond, culminating in Jungkook's decision to ask Jiwoo to be her boyfriend, and eventually, to marry him. In those moments of bliss and joy, he allowed himself to believe that perhaps he had finally found the missing piece of his puzzle.

But as time passed and the initial euphoria of their love began to fade, Jungkook couldn't shake off the nagging doubt that lingered within him. He wondered if he had made the right decision, if his love for Jiwoo was enough to sustain them both in the long run. Despite his genuine affection for her, he couldn't silence the voice in his head that whispered of his unfulfilled longing, the void that remained untouched by their love.

It wasn't that he regretted Jiwoo or their relationship, but rather that he occasionally doubted the timing and spontaneity of his decisions.

These doubts surfaced during conversations with his close friends, Jimin and Taehyung. While Jimin offered understanding and reassurance, Taehyung's reactions were more challenging. Taehyung questioned the speed and gravity of Jungkook's choices, expressing concerns about making such significant decisions without thorough consideration.

Their discussions often led to heated debates, with Taehyung's points leaving an imprint on Jungkook's thoughts. One argument that lingered in Jungkook's mind was that he and Jiwoo had only experienced each other's company as tourists, never truly living together in a settled environment. Taehyung emphasized the potential challenges of transitioning from occasional travel partners to full-time cohabitants, suggesting that their familiarity might not necessarily translate into long-term compatibility.

Upon returning home and immersing himself in a new video game project, Jungkook saw an opportunity to address Taehyung's concerns. By inviting Jiwoo to move in, Jungkook aimed to prove his friend wrong and demonstrate his commitment to their relationship.

During the two months they had been living together—initially at Taehyung's house while they searched for their own place, and now in their own home—they hadn't encountered any major issues. However, their first significant disagreement arose when they were deciding on their new living space.

Jiwoo, coming from a privileged background, preferred a more luxurious lifestyle and desired to reside near the city center in a spacious and upscale building. On the other hand, Jungkook didn't share the same inclination. It wasn't solely about the cost for him; he prioritized comfort and practicality over extravagance. He found the idea of living in a grandiose, expensive building uncomfortable.

This disparity in preferences led to their first major discussion as a couple. While Jiwoo's upbringing influenced her desire for opulence, Jungkook's grounded nature guided his preference for a more modest and cozy living environment.

One day, while wandering beyond Taehyung's upscale neighborhood into a less lavish area, Jungkook experienced an unfamiliar sensation—a warm feeling in his chest, a sense of familiarity that drew him onward. Intrigued by this inexplicable emotion, he followed its intangible trail, eventually arriving at an aged street.

Despite its unassuming appearance, Jungkook felt an inexplicable attraction to the place.

As they explored further, they stumbled upon a small apartment nestled among the aging buildings. It was modest, no more than six floors, and bore the signs of its age, yet Jungkook felt an undeniable pull towards it. Jiwoo, though less enthused, followed Jungkook's lead as they approached the apartment. It was there, upon seeing the interior, that a small spark ignited within Jungkook.

However, Jiwoo couldn't share Jungkook's enthusiasm. She questioned why they should settle for a place that seemed outdated and lacked the amenities of more modern apartments, especially considering their financial means.

Their disagreement escalated into their first significant argument as a couple. Despite viewing multiple properties, Jungkook couldn't shake the desire to call this particular apartment home. Jiwoo struggled to comprehend his attachment to the place when there were seemingly better options available.

In the end, Jungkook's determination won out. He couldn't envision living anywhere else but in that old apartment, driven by an indescribable sense of belonging. Reluctantly, Jiwoo relented, agreeing to move into the apartment despite her reservations.

Despite the apparent flaws of the apartment—the peeling walls, moldy ceiling, cramped space, and lack of parking—Jungkook found himself inexplicably drawn to it. He couldn't quite comprehend why he felt such a strong attraction, especially considering its evident shortcomings. Yet, despite his reservations, he proceeded to sign the papers and purchase the place, driven by a gut feeling he couldn't shake.

There was an air of normalcy surrounding the place until one fateful day when Jungkook unexpectedly crossed paths with you, a friend of Jimin and Yoongi. Despite hearing about her in passing conversations, Jungkook had never paid much attention to you. However, from the moment he laid eyes on you, he found himself inexplicably drawn to your presence.

Their first encounter took place at a casual barbecue hosted by Jimin. Although Jungkook could technically say he had met you, he hadn't exchanged a single word with you. In fact, he couldn't even manage a simple greeting before you vanished into thin air the moment they arrived. This mysterious disappearance only fueled Jungkook's curiosity.

The second encounter occurred entirely by chance. While Jungkook was exercising in the park, Bam, his loyal companion, led him straight to you. It was then that Jungkook had the opportunity to observe you properly for the first time. Standing there, short in stature with cropped hair, your attire was unconventional yet suited you perfectly. However, what truly captivated Jungkook were your eyes—neither strikingly colored nor unusual, but undeniably beautiful. They were warm, expansive orbs that seemed to hold an irresistible allure, drawing him in.

Initiating a conversation with you proved challenging, mainly due to your evident shyness—or so Jungkook surmised. You constantly averted your gaze and fidgeted nervously, shifting your hands and legs from one position to another. Although your interaction was brief, the memory of that encounter lingered with Jungkook, accompanied by the lingering scent of flowers that seemed to cling to him long after you had parted ways.

Subsequent meetings were equally serendipitous. One took place at your flower shop, where you were going to create a floral arrangement for his upcoming wedding. The other encounter was decidedly more peculiar—it occurred in Jungkook's own building, revealing that you were his neighbor all along. Once again, it was Bam who facilitated the unexpected reunion.

Despite Jungkook's busy schedule that often kept him away from home, he occasionally glimpsed you during these chance encounters—whether it was while you were taking out the trash or returning home from work. Each sighting only served to deepen Jungkook's intrigue, sparking a growing desire to unravel the mystery surrounding you.

Hence, Jungkook found himself grappling with a perplexing dilemma. Despite the limited depth of your conversations, he couldn't shake the persistent thoughts of you from his mind. Admitting to himself that you were indeed nice, he couldn't fathom why you occupied his thoughts so relentlessly.

However, it was the pivotal moment during his welcome party that pushed Jungkook to the brink of confusion and inner turmoil. As both of you reached down to retrieve the fallen sundial from the ground, your hands accidentally brushed against each other. In that fleeting touch, Jungkook experienced a surge of electricity coursing through his body, igniting every nerve ending with an inexplicable energy. Yet, it wasn't just the physical sensation that left him reeling—it was the profound connection forged in the brief meeting of gazes with your captivating eyes. In that moment, a wave of warmth washed over him, accompanied by a strange but undeniable sense of belonging that enveloped his entire being.

Unable to rationalize or comprehend the depth of his emotions, Jungkook was left bewildered and conflicted. He couldn't explain the overwhelming sensation nor could he understand why it resonated with him so profoundly. All he knew was that this inexplicable connection was the closest he had ever come to finding solace for his restless soul.

Yet, as quickly as the moment arrived, it was eclipsed by an overwhelming wave of guilt and shame. He had a fiancée for heaven's sake! He was a taken man! He couldn't feel that way about another person.

After all, he was engaged to Jiwoo—bound by commitment and duty. Consumed by remorse, Jungkook couldn't even bring himself to meet the gaze of Jiwoo or Daisy that night.

In the days that followed, Jungkook found himself ensnared in a relentless cycle of torment. The name "Daisy" echoed incessantly in his mind like a haunting refrain, refusing to be silenced. Even during the daylight hours, he struggled to quell the intrusive thoughts and tumultuous emotions that plagued his conscience. Yet, it was during the oppressive darkness of night that his inner turmoil reached its zenith.

Each night proved to be a battleground for Jungkook's sanity. In the hushed stillness of darkness, his subconscious mind betrayed him, conjuring vivid dreams of the girl with the mesmerizing eyes. These nocturnal visions, though fleeting, held him captive in their embrace, wrenching him from the comforting embrace of slumber and thrusting him into a realm of turmoil and confusion.

The weight of guilt and shame bore down on Jungkook like a suffocating cloak, leaving him feeling utterly debased and tainted for indulging in thoughts of another woman—especially while lying beside his unsuspecting fiancée, Jiwoo. The internal struggle raged on unabated, tormenting him with each passing night, as he grappled with the moral implications of his forbidden desires and the devastating impact they could have on his relationship.

As Jungkook grappled with the overwhelming emotions and turmoil consuming his mind, he was determined to prove to himself that his attraction to Daisy was merely a fleeting infatuation—a passing phase that would dissipate with time. Thus, he found himself engaging in an intimate encounter with his fiancée, Jiwoo, with fervor bordering on desperation.

As the heat of the day and the intensity of their physical exertions mingled, beads of sweat formed on Jungkook's brow, his focus solely on the rhythmic movements and the impassioned sounds emanating from Jiwoo beneath him. Despite their passionate union, Jungkook's efforts were marred by an inability to reach climax, a frustrating realization that only added to his mounting frustration and stress.

Desperate to salvage the moment and find release, Jungkook attempted to stimulate himself further, his gaze lingering on Jiwoo's exposed form, her vulnerability laid bare before him. Yet, even this visual stimulus failed to evoke the desired response as his mind betrayed him, inundating his senses with memories and sensations associated with Daisy—the intoxicating scent of daisies, the golden highlights in her hair glistening in the sunlight, the infectious laughter that illuminated her face and revealed a subtle dimple in her cheek.

Frustration boiled over into anger as Jungkook's thoughts spiraled out of control, his mental image of Daisy mocking him relentlessly. With a growl of frustration, he redoubled his efforts, thrusting with renewed vigor, determined to drown out the intrusive thoughts plaguing his mind.

Jiwoo, he reminded himself, I'm fucking Jiwoo, my fiancee, focus.

He found himself jolted from the depths of his passion as Jiwoo's delicate hands traced the contours of his firm abdomen. Her voice, a melodic symphony of need and desire, pierced through the haze of her arousal. "Kook, are you close? I'm so sensitive," she moaned, her words mingling with the air thick with anticipation.

As Jungkook reluctantly eased his fervor, the room fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the subtle creak of the door. It was a sound he might have missed had he not momentarily relented. Astonishingly, it seemed Jiwoo had also detected the intrusion.

"The door?" she inquired, her eyes half-closed in the throes of pleasure. Jungkook, torn between frustration and curiosity, welcomed the diversion.

The door's insistent rapping shattered the stillness once more, less pronounced than before. With a sense of urgency, Jungkook withdrew from Jiwoo's embrace, hastily reaching for the first garment he could find – his boxers.

Breathless and drenched in sweat, he swung the door open abruptly.

It seemed as though the universe itself was playing a cruel joke on him. There you stood, behind his door, your wide, beautiful eyes widened even further in surprise at the unexpected encounter. Quickly averting your gaze from his naked form, you seemed flustered, your cheeks tinted with a rosy blush.

Jungkook, finally regaining his composure, couldn't ignore the rapid thudding of his heart at the sight of your embarrassment. Offering a sheepish apology, he hurried to find something to cover himself with before returning to face you. Your nervous demeanor didn't escape his notice as you fidgeted with the rings on your fingers and shuffled your feet anxiously.

"I'm sorry. I should have covered up before answering the door. Please, tell me what's going on," Jungkook urged, his gaze softening as he observed your shy and embarrassed expression.

You hesitated, struggling to find the right words amidst your flustered state. "Um... there's... I mean... it's just..." you stammered, your cheeks growing warmer. If Jungkook's mind hadn't been so preoccupied with the chaos unfolding before him, he might have found your reaction endearing.

Raising an eyebrow, Jungkook prompted you to continue, his curiosity piqued. "Your dog is in my house!" you exclaimed, the words tumbling out in a rush. However, as you noticed the forcefulness of your tone, embarrassment washed over you, and you quickly amended, "I mean... Bam wandered into my house, and he doesn't seem to want to leave."

Jungkook's eyes widened in disbelief. "What?" he echoed, his own astonishment mirroring yours.

Drinking wine during the day had never been your usual practice, but given the gravity of the situation, it seemed necessary. There you were, seated on the floor, your short, tousled hair pulled up into a messy bun, your glasses slipping down your nose, surrounded by over twenty ancient magic books strewn across the living room. Stress consumed you, evident in the way your hands trembled as you pored over the texts, desperately seeking a solution. Salem, your cat, had turned on the radio, filling the air with noise to drown out the sound of your internal turmoil. Kang's unexpected appearance had sent your world into a tailspin, enveloping you in a suffocating blanket of fear. Not even Salem's typically sarcastic remarks could distract you. Your mind swirled with endless scenarios of potential disaster, making sleep an elusive luxury. Yoongi had taken notice, choosing to spend more time at your house in an effort to provide support during these trying times.

Yoongi was deeply affected by your emotional breakdown, and upon your return home that fateful night, you unloaded the weight of your past onto him. In a torrent of words, you vomited out every painful memory and trauma, while he struggled to comprehend and prevent you from slipping into another state of distress. His response was simple yet comforting: he patted your back in silent support and refilled your glass of wine.

Having now glimpsed the entirety of your life story, Yoongi made a solemn promise to guard your secrets closely. From then on, discussions about your past were veiled in coded language whenever others were present. The topic of Kang loomed large in your conversations, prompting heated debates and, at times, the need to restrain Yoongi from storming out of your home to confront him directly during gatherings at Tae's house.

Together, you and Yoongi devised a strategy to shield Kang from the truth: Yoongi would feign ignorance of Kang's true identity and your own, allowing Kang to believe that he was just another oblivious mortal. It was a calculated decision, born out of the understanding that it was safer for Kang to remain in the dark, rather than risk his wrath by exposing the full extent of Yoongi knowledge.

That’s why you had spent the entire afternoon with your head buried in ancient tomes, flipping through pages in various languages, searching for a spell to protect yourself from Kang or confront him if necessary. The books, worn and weathered, held the key to your safety in their yellowed pages. However, the pact you had made with the priest of the Church of the Night forbade you from seeking aid from your former coven, leaving you to rely solely on your own resources.

Feeling the strain in your hand, you decided it was time for a break. You opened the large window in your living room, letting in a rush of fresh air, before making your way to the bathroom to splash water on your face. Meanwhile, Salem was engrossed in conversation with members of some sort of animal wizard club on your computer.

As you stood before the mirror, rubbing your temples, you heard a muffled noise from beyond the closed bathroom door, isolated from the sounds of the radio. Perplexed, you paused, straining to discern the source of the disturbance. The sound repeated, growing stronger with each thud against the wall. Intrigued, you pressed your ear against the barrier, only to recoil in horror at the unmistakable sounds emanating from the other side.

The moans—the intimate, unmistakable moans—sent a wave of nausea crashing over you. Jungkook's voice, a familiar tone from your youth, mingled with another, higher-pitched and sweet, belonging to Jiwoo. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks, leaving your heart lodged firmly in your throat. The urge to vomit surged, and you quickly withdrew from the wall as if it were searing hot, unable to bear another moment of the painful revelation unfolding on the other side.

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as jealousy consumed you whole. That should be me, you thought bitterly, your mind swirling with conflicting emotions. After all, you were the one who had known Jungkook first, the one who shared his first kiss and his first intimate moments. You were the one who had been there to comfort him in his darkest hours and share in his joyous triumphs.

Leaning heavily against the sink, you squeezed your hands into fists, grappling with the painful truth that it was you who had ultimately let him slip away. The memory of casting that spell to erase yourself from his memories haunted you, a decision born of fear. Yet, deep down, you knew it was the right thing to do. You couldn't bear the thought of holding him back or putting him in danger because of your life.

It's fair, a voice in your head reasoned, reminding you that Jungkook deserved the chance to move on and find happiness with someone who wasn't you. And Jiwoo seemed to embody everything good and deserving of his love.

Scolding yourself for indulging in self-pity, you forced yourself to confront the reality of the situation. Jungkook was a good person, and he deserved the best—even if that meant it wasn't with you. With a deep breath, you pushed aside your feelings of envy and self-doubt.

He’s fine you reminded yourself That’s all that matters

After a few moments of mental chastisement, you emerged from the bathroom.

Your mental state had deteriorated to the point where reality blurred with the figments of your imagination. As you stood in the middle of your living room, blinking in confusion, you couldn't shake the feeling that the Doberman sitting on your couch, sniffing at your cushions, was nothing more than a hallucination. It looked uncannily like Jungkook's beloved dog, Bam, but you couldn't trust your senses anymore.

Before you could fully process the situation, the puppy noticed you and bounded towards you, tail wagging furiously. Caught off guard, you found yourself tumbling to the ground as the exuberant canine showered you with playful licks. Disoriented but unable to resist, you laughed weakly and attempted to push yourself upright, only to find the puppy still atop you, eagerly seeking attention.

"It's okay, buddy," you reassured the puppy, struggling to regain your composure. "I just need to get up, and then I'll give you all the attention you want." With some effort, you managed to extricate yourself from the playful pup's grasp and rose to your feet. The puppy, now sitting expectantly on the couch, wagged its tail in anticipation.

Moved by the puppy's innocence and enthusiasm, you couldn't help but feel a surge of tenderness towards the puppy. Gesturing for it to stay put, you settled down beside it on the couch, running your hand over its head and marveling at the softness of its fur. The puppy leaned into your touch, emitting a contented sigh that melted away some of the tension coiled within you.

Then, your consciousness returned.

What is Bam doing here? You couldn't help but wonder, "How did he get into the house?" Your answer came when you noticed the window you had opened moments ago, revealing the fire escape linking your apartment to Jungkook's. Then came the question: Should I leave him? It's not a problem here, but Jungkook might worry. The issue is, Jungkook is preoccupied with his girlfriend—very much so. To avoid heartache again, you decide to drop Bam off home in about half an hour, to not interrupt the activities of his human dad. After some affectionate moments with Bam, you leave him on your couch and return to the floor to continue your investigation. However, your plan falls apart as Bam prefers to join you, jumping off the couch and onto the papers and books. Hastily removing him from the mess, you take a deep breath. Meeting his eyes, you point to the scattered books. "Bam, this is important. You can't sit on top of this." The puppy seems to understand, sitting up straight next to you, his big honey eyes open and curious. "I'll leave you by my side, but you have to be a good boy, okay?" Apparently, he understands, as he stays still next to you, lying on your lap.

The two of you remained in that tense standoff until Salem emerged from your room, clutching the broken sundial. Bam perked up at Salem's entrance, wagging his tail, but as soon as he caught sight of the sundial, he leaped to his feet and began barking fiercely, positioning himself protectively in front of you. Salem recoiled in horror, scrambling up onto the bookcase. "What is this creature doing here?!" he exclaimed.

You attempted to soothe Bam, gently touching his back, but the puppy refused to calm down. Unfortunately, you were too weak to use a charm to pacify him. Bam continued to bark and growl, fixated on the sundial lying on the ground.

"Bam, it's alright! We're not in danger!" you reassured him, but Bam persisted in his aggressive behavior. You glanced at Salem, who was watching you intently.

"You'll have to return it. I've figured out a way to track that magic and identify the spell, but we can't do it if the canine doesn't stop being hostile!"

"But Salem!" you pleaded silently, not wanting to go to Jeon Jungkook's house.

The cat remained firm, shaking his head. "No, no, no. We must perform the spell now. Get up and leave the mutt at home."

Reluctantly, you agreed, knowing that understanding Kang's enchantment on the sundial was crucial.

Resigned to the situation, you took hold of the angry puppy by his leash. Surprisingly, he wasn't aggressive towards you, but his sheer bulk made it impossible for you to budge him.

"Bam! Let's go!" you urged, but he paid no attention. You strained against his weight, but your feeble hands lacked the strength to move him.

"Call Jungkook," Salem advised. "You won't be able to get him out. He's hell-bent on protecting you."

You shot Salem a glare that could have frozen lava and reluctantly left Bam in his place. Gathering your courage, you stepped out of your apartment.

As you stood outside your neighbor's door, you could only hope that he had already concluded his intimate encounter with his girlfriend. Hesitantly, you reached out to knock, then drew your hand back. Salem's impatient cry of "Just do it now!" spurred you to cast aside your hesitation and rap sharply on the door.

Closing your eyes, you braced yourself for what might come next. Nervously, you fidgeted with your sandals, the seconds stretching into eternity as you waited for a response.

When none came, you knocked again, determined to push through your anxiety and see this through to the end, despite the urge to flee.

But amidst your nervousness, you couldn't shake the feeling that the universe was conspiring against you. Hurried footsteps echoed through the hallway, and the door swung open to reveal Jungkook standing there, clad only in boxers. Flustered, you averted your gaze, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Apologizing profusely, Jungkook darted back inside, reemerging moments later in a hastily donned sports t-shirt, evidence of its prior use apparent. "I'm sorry. I should have covered up before answering the door. Please, tell me what's going on," he urged, his tone earnest.

Frozen in place, you couldn't help but steal another glance at him, the image of his nearly naked form seared into your mind. Reminding yourself of your purpose, you struggled to find your words amid the haze of embarrassment and discomfort.

"Um... there's... I mean... it's just..." you stammered, your face growing hotter by the second. Acutely aware of his gaze upon you, you nervously blurted out, "Your dog is in my house!"

Startled by the urgency in your tone, you quickly attempted to amend your statement. "I mean... Bam wandered into my house, and he doesn't seem to want to leave."

Finally mustering the courage to meet Jungkook's gaze, you observed the surprise and confusion etched across his striking features. "What?" he questioned, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"I think he came in through my window," you commented, and Jungkook's eyes widened in concern.

"It doesn't bother me, but he's a bit agitated, and I can't seem to calm him down," you explained, trying to reassure Jungkook.

Almost throwing himself at you, Jungkook exclaimed, "Are you okay?! Did he hurt you?! I'm so sorry!" He began inspecting you for any signs of injury, his worry palpable.

Taking hold of his wrist, you smiled to ease his anxiety. "No, it's alright. In fact, he seemed protective of me," you assured him, your tone soothing. Jungkook visibly relaxed at your words, although he didn't release his grip on your shoulders.

Affected by his closeness and the mingling scents of his cologne, sweat, and, unfortunately, remnants of their earlier intimacy, you took a step back. Jungkook shook his head slightly, as if snapping out of a trance.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'll go get him."

You gave him an understanding look and made your way back to your apartment. "I'm really sorry, Daisy," Jungkook apologized again as he followed you inside. "Bam isn't usually like this."

You waved off his apology and led the way to the living room, where Bam was still in the same spot where you had left him.

Despite Bam's initial angry growls, he visibly relaxed when he spotted Jungkook, his master. Jungkook approached him slowly, his voice gentle and soothing as he addressed the agitated pup. "Hello, friend. Why are you so upset, hmm? Is it because of the broken sundial? Come on, Bam, it's just an object."

As Jungkook reached out to stroke Bam's back, the tension in the air began to dissipate. Gradually, Bam's growls subsided, replaced by a sense of calm under Jungkook's reassuring touch. "You see, there's nothing to worry about. Daisy is safe, and the object can't hurt her," Jungkook reassured the pup, who glanced over at you before lowering his head in acknowledgment.

Moved by Bam's display of protectiveness, you approached them, bending down to touch his head affectionately. "It's okay, Bammie. Thank you for protecting me," you expressed sweetly, feeling a rush of warmth as Bam wagged his tail and licked your face. Jungkook joined in the moment, laughter bubbling between you as the tension eased.

"Now, do you want to tell me why you broke into someone else's house?" Jungkook demanded playfully, adopting an authoritarian tone. Bam looked at you, almost pleading for assistance.

"It's alright. He's a good boy. He just came to say hello, didn't you?" you interjected, excusing Bam's behavior as he looked at Jungkook with hopeful eyes.

"Alright, it's time to head home," Jungkook said gently, noticing Bam's lowered tail with a tinge of disappointment. "You can come visit me another day if your owner allows it," you added, casting a glance at Jungkook. His face lit up with a bunny-like smile as he nodded in agreement. "Bam has permission, but now he needs to listen to me," Jungkook affirmed with a playful tone.

Bam, understanding the cue, obediently approached you to bid farewell before trotting towards the door. You couldn't help but be impressed. "He's very smart," you remarked, turning to Jungkook with a mixture of surprise and admiration.

Jungkook nodded happily and bid farewell before following Bam out the door. You waved them off with a smile, but Salem's irritated cat's meow urged you to enter the house quickly.

Today marked the eagerly anticipated camping trip with your closest friends. Dividing into two cars, you found yourself riding alongside Yoongi, Jimin, and Taehyung, while Jungkook took charge of Jiwoo and Namjoon. The journey ahead wasn't overly lengthy, just a couple of hours winding through scenic routes, eventually leading to a tranquil haven nestled amidst majestic mountains and serene lakes.

As the afternoon unfolded, the group's decision to head to the lake for a swim became unanimous. While everyone else eagerly made their way towards the water, you and Jimin lingered behind. Despite the temptation of the lake's cool embrace, you took a moment to apply sunscreen, mindful of the sun's intensity. Jimin, ever thoughtful, offered you some suntan lotion, but you politely declined, knowing it wouldn't offer much protection.

Engaged in conversation, you and Jimin strolled leisurely towards the lake, towels in hand, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your skin. "The sun is really intense today," Jimin remarked, squinting against the bright rays. "I know," you replied, adjusting your hat to shield your face. "I hope the sunscreen I bought for my face holds up. I don't want any more sunburns," you grumbled, carefully navigating the rocky path.

Jimin chuckled in agreement, "Tell me about it. I once bought a cream that promised to be 'the best for eye wrinkles,' turns out it was basically just water." His light-hearted comment elicited a laugh from both of you.

As you reached the shore of the lake, the voices and laughter of your friends grew louder. Upon arrival, your eyes were immediately drawn to Tae and Kook playfully wrestling in the water.

You and Jimin settled down next to Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jiwoo, who were lounging on the sand. Yoongi was dozing off, Namjoon engrossed in a book, and Jiwoo soaking up the sun.

Jimin slipped off his shirt and gestured for you to join him in the water, his eyes bright with excitement.

However, you politely declined, and Jimin, with a shrug and a smile, accepted your decision without hesitation.

"Hey! Wait up!" Jimin called out to the others as he eagerly swam towards them, his laughter carrying over the rippling surface of the lake.

Sitting there, taking in the breathtaking scenery, you couldn't help but admire the beauty of the place. "It's incredibly beautiful, isn't it?" Namjoon remarked, tearing his gaze away from his book to appreciate the surroundings.

You nodded in agreement, taking in the strong, warm sun and the shimmering water, reflecting thousands of glimmering lights within the lake. The lush green backdrop of hills and forests provided a striking contrast to the serene waters.

"Have you been here many times?" you inquired, turning to Namjoon.

Namjoon hummed thoughtfully. "A few times, yes. I stumbled upon this place a few years back while hiking with some college friends."

Engaging in conversation, you and Namjoon delved into discussions about travel and natural wonders. Namjoon asked you questions about plants and wildlife, while you quizzed him about his various adventures and discoveries in different parts of the world.

The sun beat down on your skin relentlessly, prompting the inevitable need to cool off in the water. Yet, an irrational nervousness gripped you, despite knowing they were just friends. However, Jungkook's presence added an extra layer of self-consciousness, subtly comparing your body to Jiwoo's, who lounged nearby, absorbed in a fashion magazine and wearing a stylish pink bikini that accentuated her curves flawlessly. Her toned legs, slender abdomen, and modest bust exuded confidence, resembling a magazine model.

Meanwhile, you opted for a more conservative choice—a purple floral print high waisted bikini swimsuit. Your fair skin, prone to burning easily, was shielded by layers of sunscreen, protecting your delicate complexion from the harsh sun. The combination of sweat and dust formed an uncomfortable layer on your skin, adding to your disheveled appearance.

Your hair, tousled from earlier adventures, was hastily thrown into a messy bun atop your head. Despite feeling far from put-together, the relentless heat left you with no choice but to brave the water.

Excusing yourself quietly to Namjoon, you slipped out of the dress you had been wearing. As you watched the boys still playing in the water, you made a concerted effort not to draw attention to yourself. Sneaking away to a secluded spot along the shore, you waded into the water, seeking solace from the relentless heat.

The cool embrace of the water was exquisite, immediately easing the discomfort of the sun's intensity. With a contented sigh, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to float, basking in the tranquility of the moment.

It was always a peculiar phenomenon for you—how being close to an elemental force like water seemed to alleviate your pain and calm your mind. In those moments immersed in the water, you felt a profound sense of peace wash over you.

However, your brief respite was abruptly interrupted by the sound of Jimin's voice calling out your name. Cursing inwardly, you turned to see Jimin standing in the water, his gaze fixed on you, with Taehyung and Jungkook pausing their playful antics to glance in your direction.

If it weren't for the scorching sun already warming your cheeks, they surely would have flushed crimson at the breathtaking sight before you.

Taehyung stood with his golden physique on full display, his slender frame glistening with water droplets, reminiscent of a model straight out of a perfume commercial. Yet, it was his companion who truly stole the spotlight—a modern-day Adonis incarnate.

Jungkook stood beside him, his bare chest showcasing each chiseled muscle honed by countless hours at the gym. Water cascaded over his sculpted abdomen, delineating every contour of his muscular arms and accentuating the tattoos adorning his sun-kissed skin. His thick legs were exposed as his swimsuit rode up slightly, while his face, illuminated by the radiant sun, revealed even more of his caramel complexion, a striking contrast to his dark, tousled hair.

Stunned, you could only gaze in awe, grateful that only your face was visible above the waterline, concealing the trembling of your legs. Jungkook's perfection was so captivating that you found yourself yearning for the artistic talent to immortalize his essence in a mural, destined for display in a prestigious museum. Such was his allure that you wished everyone could experience the pleasure of beholding his beauty and marvel at the realization that someone like him truly existed.

"Daisy?" Jimin's voice broke through your reverie, pulling you back to the present.

You smiled nervously, trying to appear nonchalant. "What's up?" you asked casually, despite the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

Jimin grinned mischievously. "Nothing much. I just wanted to see if you wanted to join us," he replied, his eyes glinting with amusement.

Before you could decline, Taehyung chimed in, shaking his head. "Don't be like that, Daisy!" he whined, his puppy-dog eyes pleading. "Come on, it'll be fun. Think of it as a chance to bond."

You hesitated, not wanting to betray the trembling of your body if you stood up. Damn Jeon Jungkook, you cursed inwardly, feeling like a lovesick schoolgirl every time you laid eyes on him.

"It's okay, Tae," you responded, attempting to reassure him. "You guys go ahead and have your fun. I'm fine here."

Taehyung seemed on the verge of protesting, but Jungkook intervened, his brow furrowing as he placed a veined, tattooed hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Don't push her, Taehyung. Let her be," Jungkook's tone carried a hint of authority, surprising not just you but also Jimin, who wore a subtle expression of astonishment.

Taehyung merely offered a suspicious smile. "Just trying to be nice," he insisted.

Before Jungkook could respond, you stepped in, not wanting them to argue over you.

"It's alright, Jungkook," you met his gaze squarely, conveying that you were genuinely okay with the situation. "What would you like to do, Taehyung?" you redirected your attention towards the other boy, hoping to diffuse any tension.

His commercial smile widened as Taehyung happily addressed you. "We've got a volleyball. Do you know how to play?"

Instantly, embarrassment flooded over you. If there was one thing you were terrible at, it was sports. Memories of balls flying towards you in gym class, inevitably ending with them hitting you square in the face, flashed through your mind. With a sheepish shake of your head, you confirmed what Taehyung seemed to expect. "No, I don't."

"Perfect! I'll teach you," Taehyung exclaimed enthusiastically, eliciting a giggle from Jimin. "Good luck. Daisy hates sports," he chimed in, teasingly.

Jungkook's curiosity piqued as he looked towards you. "Really? Why?" he inquired, his gaze encouraging you to share.

Desperately wishing the earth would swallow you whole, you felt a surge of anxiety rise within you. You didn't want to admit your shortcomings in mobility and reflexes, fearing their judgment.

“I'm just not good at it," you replied, feeling utterly mortified.

Jungkook flashed a reassuring smile, his teeth glinting in the sunlight. "Come on. It can't be that bad," he encouraged, his tone gentle.

But you remained firm in your refusal. "I promise. I'm terrible," you insisted, your embarrassment deepening.

Taehyung, undeterred by your reluctance, clapped his hands eagerly. "Even more reason for me to teach you!" he declared, his enthusiasm unwavering.

You offered a nervous smile, but inside, you were one hundred percent certain that you were about to make a complete fool of yourself in front of them.

As Taehyung dashed to the shore in search of the ball, Jimin leaped back into the water, leaving just you and Jungkook on the shore. Sensing Jungkook's gaze lingering on you, you couldn't help but feel self-conscious, wishing to hide away as you imagined him comparing you to his fiancée's seemingly perfect physique.

Before you could muster the courage to inquire if everything was alright, Taehyung returned, clutching the volleyball tightly in his hand as he strode back towards you with purpose.

"I'm back. Now, Daisy," Taehyung addressed you, positioning himself by your side.

With determination, Taehyung began explaining the basic rules of water volleyball, covering everything from the game's objective to scoring and the number of players per team. Despite your efforts to grasp the intricacies of the game, you found yourself struggling to keep up with his explanation, nodding along in agreement to everything he said.

When Taehyung finally finished his explanation, he turned to you expectantly. "Do you understand?" he asked.

Without missing a beat, you replied with a confident "Yes," although it couldn't have been further from the truth.

Taehyung beamed in response. "Great. Now, for the demonstration. Jungkook, lend me a hand," he called out to his friend, who had been observing quietly as Taehyung explained the game to you.

Jungkook stepped forward, ready to assist Taehyung in the demonstration.

As Jungkook positioned himself in front of Taehyung, Taehyung initiated the practical demonstration, addressing you with a reassuring smile. "Alright, Daisy, watch closely. We'll start with the basics," he began, his tone encouraging.

As they commenced passing the ball between them, Taehyung provided commentary to guide you through the process. "See how we're using our arms to control the direction of the pass? It's all about precision," he explained, demonstrating each movement with clarity. Jungkook nodded in agreement, chiming in, "And don't forget to communicate with your teammate. Let them know where you're sending the ball."

As they progressed to more advanced techniques such as blocking and spiking, Taehyung continued to offer insights. "Now, Daisy, this is where things get exciting. Watch how Jungkook positions himself to block my spike," he instructed, demonstrating the maneuver with precision. Jungkook added his own input, "And when you're spiking, aim for open spaces on the other side of the net. It's all about finding the gaps."

Despite their patient instruction, you found yourself unable to fully focus on the game. How could you explain to them that your mind was preoccupied with a significant distraction—a distraction in the form of Jungkook himself? With each movement of his body in the water, you found yourself captivated by the fluidity of his motions, the flexing of his muscles, the way his hair swayed with each gesture, and the faint grunts that escaped his lips, igniting a fiery response within you. Despite your efforts to concentrate, Jungkook's presence proved to be a captivating distraction you couldn't shake.

You felt an icy and damp arm slide onto your shoulders—it was Jimin. "They're pretty good, huh?" he remarked, gazing at his friends. You nodded in agreement. "They used to play all the time in college. Kook was even approached several times to join the college team."

The revelation didn't come as a surprise. Jungkook's athletic prowess had always been evident, often serving as the reason you managed to scrape by in those dreaded physical education classes.

"And did he accept?" you inquired, directing your gaze towards the two boys.

Jimin shook his head. "No, he turned it down. Jungkook can't stand being in the spotlight."

You raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "He doesn't?"

"Despite how he may seem, Jungkook is actually quite introverted," Jimin explained. "He only puts himself out there when he feels obligated to or under social pressure."

It was a revelation that resonated with you. Even as children, Jungkook had always seemed most at ease in the company of you and Taehyung.

"Hey, Jimin!" Taehyung's voice interrupted, "Stop distracting her!"

"I'm sorry!" Jimin shot back, a playful grin on his face. "It's not my fault you guys are boring to watch!" he teased, earning a laugh from both of you.

Tae and Kook exchanged a brief, intense glance before Tae swiftly hurled the ball at Jimin. Fortunately, you had moved away from Jimin's side, so the ball merely grazed his head. Reacting quickly, Tae lunged at Jimin, and you found yourself instinctively running over to their side, inadvertently ending up next to Jungkook.

As Tae and Jimin engaged in a playful water fight, Jungkook positioned himself in front of you, shielding you from the splashes with a protective stance. He turned to you, his expression apologetic. "I'm sorry," he said, his gaze narrowing slightly. "They can be a bit immature."

Shielding your eyes from the sun with your hand, you chuckled softly. "I know," you replied. "Jimin's always been the playful type."

Jungkook laughed too, his eyes softening as he looked at you. "He was even wilder back in college," he confessed.

"I've heard the stories," you remarked, imagining the antics they must have gotten up to.

Jungkook ran a hand through his wet hair, and you found yourself mesmerized by the simple gesture. "He's calmed down a lot now," Jungkook observed. "I think it's because of Yoongi."

You nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Yoongi definitely has a calming influence on him. But that doesn't mean Jimin's boring—he's just more reserved now."

Jungkook hummed in approval. "They complement each other well."

"They really do," you agreed with a nod, feeling a sense of warmth in Jungkook's presence.

Jungkook appeared to be on the verge of saying something when Jimin suddenly dashed towards you, taking refuge behind you. As Taehyung approached with a determined expression, he called out to Jimin, his tone filled with annoyance. "Come here, Park Jimin. Don't act like a coward," he demanded, coming to stand beside you.

Jimin squeezed your arms tightly, continuing to hide behind you. "I'd be a complete idiot to listen to you," he retorted defiantly.

"Get out from behind Daisy and face me!" Taehyung urged, his frustration evident.

Jungkook, positioned protectively in front of you, seemed to tense, likely concerned that you might inadvertently get hurt due to any recklessness on Jimin or Taehyung's part.

Jimin chuckled from behind you. "No way in hell!" he shot back.

As Taehyung closed in on you, Jimin began to dart around, skillfully evading Taehyung's attempts to reach him.

"Hey!" Jungkook's voice cut through the commotion. "Don't mess around with her in the middle like that," he admonished, his expression stern.

Undeterred, Jimin playfully stuck his tongue out at Taehyung, taunting him while expertly maneuvering to avoid being caught.

The constant movement caused by Jimin's antics left you feeling dizzy and disoriented.

Lately, sudden movements had been making you feel queasy, and the relentless stimulation of the sun only worsened your dizziness. "Guys," you attempted weakly, but neither of them heard you, completely absorbed in their playful antics.

Realizing that you couldn't stay in that spot much longer without fainting, you fought against the overwhelming sensation of dizziness that threatened to overtake you. However, the world around you began to blur, and you found yourself unable to speak.

Strong arms suddenly wrapped around you, preventing you from collapsing into the water. You were gently pressed against a chest, and though words were spoken to you, they sounded distant and muffled. Your vision remained hazy, but you sensed being lifted off the ground.

Against the person's chest, you caught a faint scent of freshness and mint, accompanied by the comforting sound of a rapid heartbeat. Soon, you were lowered onto the sand, and a large hand cupped both sides of your cheeks. Blinking, you focused on the figure before you, recognizing Jungkook's deep, dark eyes.

Gradually, the intensity of your dizziness began to subside, and you heard Jungkook's concerned voice asking if you were alright. With a slight nod, you managed to respond, "I'm okay, just got dizzy," as you noticed Taehyung and Jimin in the water, their attention now directed towards your side.

Beside you, the others remained in their respective positions, oblivious to what had transpired. Grateful for Jungkook's discreet assistance, you appreciated his unobtrusive approach, knowing how much you disliked drawing attention to yourself.

"I figured as much," Jungkook responded calmly. "It was probably the sudden movements Jimin made with you, coupled with the strong sun. It's difficult not to be affected by it."

Expressing your gratitude, you thanked him sincerely. "Thank you for helping me. I didn't want to alarm the others by saying I felt unwell."

Jungkook shook his head in dismissal. "It wasn't your fault. They shouldn't have been playing with you so roughly."

"It's alright. I know they didn't mean any harm," you assured him.

Jungkook, who had crouched down in front of you, let out a snort. "They're grown men. They should know better than to be so reckless."

As Jungkook rose with a determined expression, his gaze shifted towards where Taehyung and Jimin continued to play carelessly in the water. A flicker of irritation crossed his features before he strode towards them with purposeful steps.

"Tae, Jimin!" Jungkook called out firmly, his voice laced with reproach. "You shouldn't play so roughly with Daisy. It was reckless and dangerous."

Taehyung and Jimin turned, surprised by the severity in Jungkook's tone. As he approached, the tension in the air became palpable.

"I'm sorry, Jungkook," Taehyung apologized, visibly chastened by his behavior. "We didn't think it would make her feel unwell."

"You should have considered it," Jungkook admonished, his tone firm yet composed. "Daisy is important to us, and we can't allow her to be put in harm's way because of careless play."

Jimin nodded silently, acknowledging his mistake as he approached you with an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry, Daisy. It won't happen again," he promised earnestly.

Jungkook stood by your side, watching attentively as Taehyung and Jimin offered genuine apologies. While his anger was evident, there was also a sense of relief in seeing that they understood the gravity of the situation and were willing to correct their behavior. With a nod of approval, Jungkook decided to put the incident behind them.

You woke up early the next day, the soft morning light filtering through the tent and the melodic chirping of birds outside preventing you from lingering in bed any longer. Currently, you were washing breakfast dishes alongside Yoongi.

"So, what happened yesterday afternoon?" Yoongi inquired, scrubbing a plate with focused attention.

"I got dizzy when the boys were in the water," you replied, drying some cups with a thoughtful expression.

Yoongi glanced at you from the corner of his eye, a mischievous glint in his gaze. "Just that?" His tone hinted at something more.

You nodded, puzzled by his insinuation. "Yeah?"

Your friend couldn't contain his amusement, a small chuckle escaping him. "So, I imagined Jungkook carrying you to the shore and then getting angrier than you because of Tae and Jimin's antics?"

Halting your dish drying mid-motion, you turned to face Yoongi, your expression a mix of surprise and disbelief. "Weren't you supposed to be asleep?"

Yoongi paused in his scrubbing, meeting your gaze directly. "Just answer," he urged, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

"It was nothing. I just got dizzy, and Jungkook pulled me out," you explained, feeling a pang of irritation. "And you're turning into a gossip."

Raising an eyebrow in response, Yoongi remained unfazed. "You didn't deny the last part of what I said."

"I don't have to. Those are just your assumptions. Jungkook was just concerned, nothing more," you defended, feeling the need to protect Jungkook's reputation.

Yoongi simply hummed in response. "If you say so," he conceded, his playful demeanor hinting that he might not be entirely convinced.

With that, the two of you immersed yourselves in your tasks and then returned to where the others were gathered.

Jimin and Tae were carrying some firewood, their arms laden with the dry branches they had gathered, while Namjoon was diligently cleaning up the area. You and Yoongi followed suit, setting down the items you had brought on a nearby table, while Yoongi left the remaining supplies to the side.

As Jimin caught sight of you both, he paused his task and greeted you warmly. "It's good that you're back! We need to talk," he said, his tone serious but friendly.

You walked over to join Namjoon's side, while Yoongi made his way towards Jimin.

"What's going on?" you asked, curious about the sudden call for discussion, while Tae settled down next to you, arranging your chair with a thoughtful gesture.

Since yesterday's incident, Taehyung and Jimin had been more attentive, perhaps feeling a bit guilty for not being more attentive to your needs during your moment of weakness.

Jimin took a seat on a plastic chair across from you, his expression earnest as he spoke alongside his boyfriend. "We wanted to see if everyone agreed to have the barbecue in the evening instead. That way, we can make lunch earlier and make the most of the day by spending time on the water," he proposed, glancing around at each of you for your input.

You nodded in agreement, along with Namjoon and Yoongi, acknowledging the plan for the evening barbecue.

Taehyung beamed with enthusiasm. "Great! When Kook comes back, we'll head to town to buy some charcoal for tonight," he announced cheerfully, reaching for a piece of bread to munch on.

Noticing your puzzled expression, Yoongi took the initiative to inquire, "Where did he go?"

"He went with Jiwoo to look for Hyung in the village," Taehyung replied casually, taking a bite of his bread without much thought.

The mention of "Hyung" caused you and Yoongi to exchange wide-eyed glances, a sudden sense of unease settling in.

Still struggling to comprehend, you voiced your question, "Hyung?"

This time, Jimin clarified, "Kang Hyung. You met him the other day, Daisy."

At the mention of Kang's name, you felt a knot form in your stomach. Kang? Was he really coming?

Feeling a mixture of disbelief and dread, you turned to Yoongi, silently sharing your apprehension.

"Didn't he say he couldn't make it?" Yoongi questioned, his tone betraying a hint of concern.

"Yeah, but he called us yesterday and said he didn't want to miss out on the fun," Taehyung chimed in, nonchalantly munching on his snack.

Sensing the need for privacy, you motioned for Yoongi to follow you, discreetly slipping away to a secluded spot behind some trees a few meters from where your friends were gathered.

"Did you know Kang was coming?!" you murmured, your voice a mixture of surprise and frustration.

Yoongi shook his head frantically. "I had no idea! Jimin told me all week that he wasn't coming!"

You leaned against the tree, feeling a surge of irritation. "What are we going to do?! That asshole did it on purpose!"

Nodding in agreement, Yoongi placed a reassuring hand on his chin, deep in thought. "He probably waited until the last minute to tell us so you wouldn't find out. He wanted it to be a surprise for you."

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you muttered, "Damn it! After all these years, he still knows how to push my buttons!"

"Calm down. Let's find a solution to this. We can't let him get away with it," Yoongi suggested, his hand resting reassuringly on your shoulder.

You nodded, taking a moment to collect your thoughts. "You're right. I can't get crazy now. Our friends are in danger."

"Okay. Now we have to figure out what he wants," Yoongi added, his voice tinged with determination. "We know he hates you and uses Jungkook as leverage."

"It's more than just hate," you replied thoughtfully, furrowing your brow in deep contemplation. "He has a wounded ego. When we were young, I used to outshine him in everything, and the turning point was when I called off my engagement with him."

Yoongi nodded, absorbing your words. "That was when you were 16 and dating Jungkook, wasn't it?"

You hummed in agreement. "That's right. But his resentment towards Jungkook runs even deeper because he sees him as a mere mortal. That's why he and his father used Jungkook against me years ago."

"Remind me of the deal again," Yoongi prompted, his expression serious.

"That I would erase Jungkook's memory and leave the coven, never to return," you answered, frustration evident in your tone.

Yoongi leaned back against the tree, his gaze fixed on you. "And what did you gain?"

You clenched your fist, a surge of anger rising within you. "They were supposed to leave Jungkook unharmed and leave my aunts alone," you explained tersely. "But apparently, they didn't uphold that damn part of the deal!" you exclaimed the last part, glancing over your shoulder to ensure that your outburst hadn't caught the attention of the others, who were engrossed in their own conversation.

"Kang knows that your weakness is Jungkook. It's his best chance against you," Yoongi stated, his tone grave. "We must find a way to extricate our friends from his grasp."

Yoongi was right. You needed to devise a plan to ensure your friends' safety amidst the conflict with Kang.

From what you had gathered, Kang was a former college classmate of Tae, Jimin, and Kook. This meant that he had seized the opportunity of your absence to reenter Jungkook's life, capitalizing on the fact that Kook didn't remember him and could form new connections with him.

You couldn't shake the feeling that Kang's proximity to Jungkook was no coincidence, and it certainly wasn't for benevolent reasons. Now, you needed to ascertain how much the boys knew about Kang to strategize how to distance him from them.

"Do you know who is the most loyal to Kang?" you inquired, recognizing the importance of identifying who was closest to him and thus would face the greatest challenge in breaking away.

"Taehyung," your friend replied without hesitation. "Jimin drifted apart from him shortly after college, so they don't typically keep in touch outside of work."

"What about Jungkook?" you inquired, your curiosity piqued.

Yoongi nodded thoughtfully. "Jungkook was close to him, from what Jimin told me. But about a year ago, Jungkook experienced a mental breakdown and embarked on a year-long trip. He returned when you saw him, but I heard that he has since narrowed his inner circle to only include Jimin and Tae as confidants."

"Do you know why Jungkook was affected, why he had to leave?" you pressed, sensing that understanding what had transpired could provide valuable insights.

Yoongi idly played with the stones, his brow furrowing in contemplation. "No idea. I've never met Jungkook in person, only heard about him. Jungkook was always busy and constantly on the move," he replied. "But I've overheard Jimin arguing with him many times. It seemed to revolve around Jungkook not feeling fulfilled with his life or something along those lines."

"Now you seem much more worried," Yoongi said solemnly. "A year ago, Jungkook fell into a state of depression, so the psychologist recommended a change of environment. That's why he decided to go away for the year and travel," he continued, his tone tinged with concern.

Feeling a pang of sadness, you realized you had no idea Jungkook was going through such a tough time. "But if it's of any comfort, because I know you're feeling down about it, I heard that the trip was good for him, and now he's doing better," Yoongi remarked, attempting to offer some solace. "Now we must deal with Kang's lunacy."

"I know. So if Tae is the closest to him, we have to find a way to make him distrust Kang," you replied, your mind racing with potential strategies. "That's assuming Kang hasn't enchanted any of them."

"Do you know how to detect if they're under a spell?" Yoongi inquired, his brow furrowed with concern.

"Yes, there are several methods, but it would be best to purify them and give them something like a talisman—disguised as a gift—so they don't suspect anything," you explained, already formulating a plan.

Yoongi nodded in agreement. "Perfect. Once we're back in the city, we'll take care of it. In the meantime, we need to act casual around Kang, so he doesn't suspect anything," he advised, emphasizing the need for caution. "Especially you, who seems to have a panic attack every time you encounter someone from your past," he added, pointing a finger at you with a knowing look.

You and Yoongi nodded in agreement, steeling yourselves for the inevitable as Jungkook's black car pulled up. As the doors opened, you braced yourself mentally for what was to come. Yoongi shot you a supportive look before sitting next to Jimin, who enveloped him in a comforting hug. The sound of conversations filled the air, building up to the moment you dreaded the most.

"Good morning, ___! Or as my friends love to call you, Daisy," came the familiar, arrogant voice from behind you. Your heart sank as you recognized the voice of the person you despised the most.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you turned around to face him. There he stood, the epitome of arrogance, dressed impeccably in casual yet luxurious attire that accentuated his tall frame. His trademark arrogant smile adorned his face as he approached you, seemingly poised to give you a greeting kiss.

Swiftly, you evaded his advance, pretending to be engrossed in greeting Jiwoo and Jungkook, who had just arrived behind him. Jiwoo enveloped you in a hug as if she hadn't seen you just an hour ago at breakfast, and Jungkook offered a friendly wave.

Grateful for the distraction, you watched as Tae eagerly showed Kang around, excitedly detailing the day's plans for all of you. Despite your inner turmoil, you plastered on a smile and joined in the facade, determined to maintain the illusion of normalcy for as long as possible.

Throughout the entire day, you found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from the newcomer. He seemed acutely aware of your accusing stare, yet he persisted in maintaining his facade of congeniality.

Observing the dynamics between Kang and your friends, you noted Jimin's relatively friendly demeanor towards him, while Jungkook remained mostly reserved, only engaging when directly addressed. Jiwoo appeared indifferent, barely acknowledging Kang's presence, while Namjoon actively avoided him altogether.

Confirming Yoongi's earlier observations, you couldn't help but notice Taehyung's unwavering adoration for Kang. He hung onto his every word, constantly seeking his company and eagerly participating in every activity suggested by Kang.

As evening descended, you found yourself seated around a campfire, sandwiched between Jiwoo and Taehyung. Kang, Jimin, and Taehyung engaged in conversation about business matters, while Namjoon and Yoongi delved into discussions about various rappers.

Feeling drained from the day's social interactions, you excused yourself from the group, craving solitude. Deciding to take a stroll around the nearby area, you sought solace in the quietude of nature, hoping to clear your mind amidst the tranquility of the surroundings.

Dusk had already settled, leaving only a scattering of distant lights on the horizon. Wrapped snugly in your thick sweater against the chilly breeze, you strolled along the path toward the lake shore. Grateful for the moon's gentle glow illuminating your way, you admired the clarity of the night, where only the moon and stars adorned the dark blue canvas above.

In your pocket nestled the camera Yoongi had gifted you on one of your birthdays, and you seized the chance to capture some photos of the serene scenery. However, your ultimate destination was the wooden dock, a mere few meters from the campsite. Upon reaching it, you settled onto the shore, allowing yourself to soak in the tranquility of the landscape before you.

Lost in your reverie, memories of youthful escapades with Jungkook flooded your mind. Together, you'd sneak away to the river near your childhood home, armed with a blanket and your favorite juices tucked in Jungkook's backpack, while you brought Aunt Binna's delectable cakes along.

The two of you would linger on the creaky wooden dock until dawn's first light, savoring each other's company and the anticipation of the new day, before stealthily slipping back home to evade detection. Lost in these cherished recollections, you failed to notice the insidious tendrils winding their way around your exposed leg, their icy touch sending shivers down your spine.

It wasn't until the clammy grip tightened and pulled you inexorably toward the water's edge that you snapped back to reality, too late to escape the impending danger lurking beneath the serene surface of the lake.

You let out a scream of surprise as you plunged into the freezing water. The creature pulling you seemed determined to guide you deeper. Frantically, you attempted to break free from its grasp, but its tentacles clung tightly to your leg. Despite your struggles, the diminishing air supply worked against you, leaving you fighting a losing battle against the relentless force dragging you downwards.

With a quick and precise gesture, you murmured ancient words of power as you channeled magical energy into the tentacles that trapped you.

A bright, burning light began to emanate from your outstretched hand, enveloping the tentacles in a magical flare. The tentacles twist and contort, their grip loosening under the impact of the release spell. With a final burst of energy, the tentacles disintegrate into a swirl of magical sparks, freeing you from their capture.

Just as victory seemed within reach, the resilient squid-shaped creature refused to yield.

Despite losing its tentacles, the monster relentlessly attacked you with its body, delivering a forceful blow that left you weakened and causing you to inadvertently swallow water.

As the sea monster's assault sapped your strength, panic and despair engulfed you. Struggling to maintain consciousness, water filled your lungs, blurring your vision and impairing your movements as you fought to stay afloat.

The water you had swallowed became an overwhelming weight on your chest, exacerbating your struggle to breathe. Each gulp of air grew shallower and more agonizing, as a sense of oppression engulfed you, threatening to overwhelm your consciousness.

With every passing moment, the suffocating sensation intensified, rendering each breath a desperate battle for oxygen. Aware that time was slipping away, you exerted every ounce of strength, attempting to break free from the sea monster's grasp and reach the surface before it was too late.

However, your efforts proved futile.

The last sight your eyes beheld was the blend of greenish and blue hues at the water's surface, as darkness descended upon you.

Everything around you appeared blurry and confusing. Intense pain throbbed in your chest, accompanied by profound dizziness. You yearned to open your eyes but found yourself unable to, weakly blinking against the penetrating brightness that flooded your vision.

Amidst the haze, a voice murmured around you, yet comprehension eluded you. The words seemed distant, as though originating from another realm. Attempting to move, your muscles responded weakly, as if detached from your body.

Slowly, the chaotic symphony of sensations began to coalesce. A familiar voice, calm and steadfast, gently urged you to breathe deeply and let go.

With each inhalation, your lungs welcomed more air, infusing your body with renewed vigor. The pain in your chest ebbed away, supplanted by a sense of relief and tranquility. As clarity returned to your mind, fragmented memories flooded back: the frantic struggle underwater, the suffocating sensation, and finally, the descent into darkness.

You abruptly opened your eyes to Jungkook's anxious face hovering above you. His presence, warm and comforting, enveloped you, offering solace in his embrace. Wet strands of hair clung to his forehead, droplets cascading onto your face as he breathed unevenly, his neck chain grazing against you.

His expression oscillated between fear and relief, his lips red and swollen, a testament to the turmoil he endured. "My God, Daisy!" he uttered, pulling you closer in a tight embrace. "You scared me so much!"

Shock rendered you speechless, your arms limp and unresponsive. Jungkook continued to hold you close, his murmurs of relief washing over you like a soothing balm.

Momentarily setting aside your turmoil, you surrendered to the embrace, finding solace in his familiarity. Closing your eyes, you nestled against his neck, feeling a sense of home and security wash over you, a refuge from the chaos.

After a while, as the tension ebbed away, you reluctantly eased out of his embrace with his assistance, slowly sitting up as he supported you.

The moonlight bathed his face, casting a mesmerizing glow that accentuated his beauty, and you swore you had never met someone as beautiful as him.

"Fuck, Daisy, what happened?" Jungkook's furrowed brow betrayed his concern. "I came out for some air, and the next thing I know, you're plunging into the water!"

Caught off guard, you struggled to find words to explain, your thoughts still scattered from the ordeal. All you knew was that one moment you were sitting, and the next, a sea monster had dragged you under.

“I'm sorry," you murmured, your apology tinged with confusion.

Jungkook's expression softened with understanding. "It's not your fault," he reassured gently. "You just scared me half to death. I thought I was going to lose you."

Surprised, you raised an eyebrow. "Was it that serious?" you asked weakly, your throat still raw.

Jungkook nodded solemnly. "You ingested a lot of water."

Taking in your surroundings, a question formed in your mind. You fixed your gaze on Jungkook. "Did you see anything else when I fell?"

He shook his head. "I just saw you fall. What happened to you?"

Thinking quickly, you offered an excuse. "I fainted," you replied, maintaining composure.

Jungkook's expression filled with concern. "Are you sure you're okay? You weren't feeling well yesterday either."

"It's probably just anemia or something," you dismissed, though butterflies fluttered in your stomach at his worried gaze.

Jungkook clicked his tongue in disapproval. "You need to take better care of yourself," he scolded. "Don't brush it off so lightly."

A faint smile tugged at your lips at his familiar scolding tone, reminiscent of the old Jungkook.

"Okay," you acquiesced.

He arched an eyebrow. "I hope you keep your word."

You looked at him at his playful reprimanding tone. "What if I don't follow through?"

He smiled, showing a dimple in his cheek. "You don't want to upset me, dear Daisy."

You chuckled softly, "I'll do my best to take care, Jungkook. Can't have you worrying about me."

He raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "You better, Daisy. I'll be keeping an eye on you."

You smirked back, enjoying the banter. "Oh, I wouldn't have it any other way."

Now you got serious “Jungkook, I just want to say thank you," you said earnestly, meeting his gaze with sincerity. "If you hadn't been there, I don't know what would have happened."

His expression softened, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. "Hey, don't mention it. I'm just glad I could help."

You nodded, feeling a warmth spreading through you at his humility. "Still, I owe you one," you added, your voice tinged with gratitude.

Jungkook chuckled softly. "Well, I'll keep that in mind. But for now, let's just focus on getting you feeling better, okay?" You nodded, grateful for his concern, and as you sat together under the moonlight.

Hidden in the darkness, Kang Hyung observed the scene between you and Jungkook from afar, his anger simmering beneath the surface. His meticulously crafted plan had crumbled before his eyes. He had intended for you to be involved in an accident, hoping either for your demise or, at the very least, for you to emerge significantly weakened and vulnerable. However, Jungkook, that insufferable Prince Charming, had intervened, thwarting Kang's schemes yet again.

Jungkook hadn't taken it into account in his plan. Kang believed the spell you cast on Jungkook to erase his memories of you was powerful, but apparently the true love shit was true.

Because even though Kang Hyung put thousands of women in Jungkook's path and even tried his best to match the man with Jiwoo's rich bitch, Jungkook couldn't go crazy in love like he did with you.

His plan unfolded seamlessly just as you, by the campfire, excused yourself to seek solace alone. Kang waited a reasonable interval before summoning sea beasts, aware of your affinity for water and assuming you'd be nearby. However, he hadn't accounted for Jungkook's attention being diverted towards you. Jungkook, biding his time until everyone was distracted, stealthily followed your path. Witnessing Jungkook pursue you, Kang had to act swiftly. He made an excuse to leave for the bathroom and dashed towards the lake, anticipating the sea monster's attack on you.

And the creature did attack you, but the bastard of Jungkook was quicker and chased after you. Like a clichéd hero, he pulled you out of the water and even revived you with mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Now, you two shared a magical moment akin to a scene from a romantic movie. Kang, seething with envy, desired to intervene and sabotage everything. He contemplated hurling a fireball or manipulating water against the two of you. Seeing you both so blissfully happy only fueled Kang's hatred towards you both.

You two were the cause of Kang's failure years ago; he wasn't about to let history repeat itself. No, Kang vowed to take control and ruin your lives irreversibly. He intended to manipulate Jungkook against you, knowing precisely how to inflict maximum pain upon you. Now, all that remained was to execute his plan. He composed himself, treating this as a mere rehearsal for the inevitable moment of truth. Kang was determined to make you repent and suffer, and nothing, not even Satan himself, would stand in his way.

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