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thesunicarusfellfor · 3 years

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Found (Outside the Screen) (CC!Dream x GN!Reader) Part 2

Request: That dream angst fuckin wrecked my heart..any chance for a part 2 with comfort(im not the og requester so if not thats fine its just OUGH my heart)

I have written this three times over because tumblr didn’t save it. THEN. Tumblr doesn’t show it to ANYONE unless they check my account. This happened to my Ranboo fic as well... I will honestly cry if no one sees this.

Once again. This is a completely fictitious story and version of Clay.

TW: Panic attacks, self deprecating thoughts,

"(Y/n)!"

His voice echoed through the house as you scrambled around corners to escape the possible wrath of your boyfriend. Or maybe even soon to be ex boyfriend.

Despite living in this house with him for a little over two years, it was beginning to feel like a maze. You couldn't tell which way was left and which way was right, your head spinning with panic as you gasped for breath.

He's gonna find you...

The house wasn't even that big, and quite an open concept, so you had no idea why you were finding it so confusing. All you knew at the moment was...

Get out.

Once your eyes landed on the door that lead out, you made a beeline towards it and flung it open. Maybe you should've known better than to attempt to run from the manhunt god...

The footsteps pounding against the floor not too far behind you startled you enough to jump outside and slam the door behind you in hopes of giving yourself enough time to run farther.

There were plenty of things failing to register in your mind as you ran down the empty sidewalks. Such as the poor choice (or lack) of shoes you were wearing, or even the heavy night rain pelting down on your shaking body.

Your lungs were burning.. But your brain had thrown itself so far into fight or flight mode that you had no care for anything around you, hardly blinking twice as the signs of unfamiliar street names flew past you.

Eventually, when you physically couldn't breathe any longer, you sat on a bench and took awhile to think. The consistent rain pelting down on your head was actually a decent grounder to help you snap yourself out of it... But that only caused more confusion and another wave of panic to wash over you.

Where... were you?

Doesn't matter. Don't go back.

Oh God... He hates you..

Why wouldn't he..?

He was too embarrassed to show you to his chat!

What did you do that was so embarrassing?

God.. What was so wrong with you that he stayed in his streaming room for days on end!?

Pulling your knees up to your chest, you choked back a few sobs, trying your best to keep what was left of your composure. Very quickly, however, you gave up on trying to hold yourself together and broke down, hiding your face in your knees.

Time seemed to pass by way too quickly but also way too slowly at the same time.. Like time itself was giving you the one finger salute. When you finally stopped crying, you leaned back against the back of the bench and gave a shaky sigh before you decided to attempt to think rationally again.

You had no clue where you were. Nothing looked familiar. What time is it? No clue, you don't have your... Your phone!

You quickly scrambled to your pocket to pull out the cellular device, and stared at the black screen for a few seconds. Anxiety was the reason for your hesitance as you stared into your reflection, frowning slightly. Without thinking twice, you pressed the button and the screen lit up with various arrays of colours.

78 Missed calls from Clay💚

2 Missed calls from George👓🇬🇧

7 Missed calls from Sapnap🔥

Was... He so mad that his friends were trying to yell at you too? You tilted your head slightly and scrolled through the other notifications on your lockscreen.

Twitter seemed to be losing their minds over your boyfriend's stream and wondering who the stranger was. Seeing the headlines flooded you with immeasurable guilt and you almost put your phone down again, if your phone didn't start buzzing.

You glanced down at the screen and say Clay was making call number 79... Man, he was persistent.. and he would probably continue to call until you answered...

Your finger hovered over the decline button, before slowly moving over and landing on the green one instead. "...Hello...?"

"(Y/n)...?" Had... He been crying...? "Oh my god! You're alive!" He gasped out with glee before giving a few sobs of... relief...?

"...You... Aren't... Mad?" You whispered very softly and hesitantly, your voice scratchy and sore from crying.

He sighed and there was a little bit of shuffling as well as a few male voices in the background. "No. Not in the slightest... Where are you? I want to apologize in person.. And when it doesn't sound like you're in a hurricane.."

You lifted your head up to look at the rain that was continuing to pelt down on you before looking around. "..I'm not sure.." You heard your partner echo your statement in question form as you looked for street signs through the rain. Glancing back at your phone, you saw the screen light up again, this time it was a warning label.

Your battery was almost dead...

"C-Clay.. My phone is going to die.." You murmured softly, your heart filling with dread as you turned down your brightness and closed any unnecessary apps.

There was a little bit of clattering and shuffling on the line as Clay hurriedly walked from the windows to the door, trying to see you from the home. "G-give me landmarks! Hurry!" He practically begged as you shot up from your bench, ignoring the burning soreness in your legs.

Spinning around quickly, you began listing off a few company buildings you saw, trying to shout over the rain and a few cars driving by. "Yeah-yeah! There's also that little sushi place beside the restaurant too.."

You heard the furious typing of his computer before another almost sob of relief. "You're on Rosewood Avenue... How the hell did you run that far? Okay, you're going to walk in the opposite direction of the sushi place until you reach a road called Miller Road, got that?" He waited for a verbal noise of agreement before continuing, "Once you get there, turn left and keep walking straight until you get to a steakhouse. I'll meet you half way, if you don't see me there, don't move unless you have to. Got it?" He asked firmly, with a small hint of desperation in his tone.

You rubbed your face as you mentally repeated the directions to yourself. "Yeah.. Yeah.. I got it." You began to walk along the sidewalks, your shoulders beginning to tremble from the water induced shivers trailing up and down your spine.

"..(Y/n)?"

"Yeah?"

"I lov-"

Your phone died..

Pulling the device away from your head, you pressed the buttons a few times before groaning and shoving it into your pockets as you began to walk.

Your mind was blurry but also hyper aware along the walk to the road where Clay told you to go. 'What was he going to say? If... He doesn't hate me... was he going to say- No.. no. He hadn't said that line in over a few months now.. No reason why he would say it now..' You mentally scolded yourself.

The rain didn't seem to be too keen on letting up as you walked through large rippling puddles. Your clothes were soaked, your hair completely drenched and you were pretty sure you were gonna need to buy a new phone with how much your current one was getting waterlogged..

You rose your arm to shield your face from the onslaught of water that a car had caused by driving through a large puddle before running your hand down your face.

Part of you was still a bit.. angry... at Clay... He had ignored you for so long and wanted nothing to do with you.. Then suddenly you spill hot coffee on yourself and then boom, you have the man more focused than when he has a good speed run seed. What about all those times you were begging him to come to bed, or at least eat dinner at the table with you? Did you only matter when you were in pain?

Biting your lip, you shook off the thought as you looked up again to see the steakhouse that you were directed to go to, the signs glowingly and people shuffling in and out through the doors...

Then there was another man, standing under a large black umbrella wearing a damp lime green hoodie...

Only you'd recognize that face anywhere where others wouldn't.. Standing in the street lights perfectly was your boyfriend, Clay.

Your heart trembled but also melted slightly upon seeing that he wasn't paying attention to his screen anymore. You. He was focused on finding you...

As you began to walk closer, you saw him lift his head and stare at you for a few seconds before dropping the umbrella and lunge forward to wrap you in a loving embrace. "I'm sorry.." Was the first thing he whispered, his voice almost as hoarse as yours. "I know.. that a simple apology will never excuse what I put you through... You cared for me, and even after a stupidly ignored you... You still didn't leave, or get angry. I don't deserve you, I know that, and you have every right to be upset, angry or whatever you're feeling right now.. Please, it doesn't matter how long it takes... Just let me make it up to you and let me prove myself worthy of your love again.."

Your lips parted in surprise as you stared at him, the streetlight poorly capturing his normal beauty, but still doing it well enough that you felt your heart soar. "Clay..." Your eyes traced his features, his puffy and reddened eyes and his cheeks stained with tear tracks, "You have a lot to work and make up for... I'm not going to forgive you immediately, but I'm not going to leave you.. We can work things out.. Together, okay?"

He eagerly nodded and gently held your face in his hands before pressing a light kiss to your forehead. "I'll break away from video editing and streaming for a while.. So I can focus on repairing things with you.."

You buried your face into the male's sweater, that was beginning to become soaked as well from the rain and you, and closed your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him.

"(Y/n)?"

"Mm..?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Clay."

#dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken x you #dreamsmp #dreamwastaken x y/n #reader insert #x reader #dream x reader #dream x you #mcyt #mcyt x reader

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zemodaddy · 3 years

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Shades of Him

Chapter 3

Warnings: violence, fluff, caring zemo, death

For the first time in awhile, you had slept without another nightmare. Granted it was like 3 hour you had rested but still. You didn’t want to get up, not yet. It was so warm and comfy that moving would be a sin. The blanket wrapped around you felt like a cocoon, making you feel safe. Your eyes slowly fall open. They land on a couch across from you. That’s strange, how did you.. Realisation slapped you in the face. That blanket around you isn’t a blanket at all. You look down. An arm was wrapped around your waist. It was then you felt the soft pounding of a heart beat against your back. Panic started to set in. This is not good you thought, not good at all. Closing your eyes you think of the best way to get out of your predicament.

“What the actual hell” Your eyes fly open. Sam stood there, eyes wide, staring at you. Shit. “Sam calm down, this can be explained.” Your whisper. “Can it?!” He whisper shouts “ I’m going to get Bucky”. Oh fuck no. Sam had already left the room to find him. Carefully you untangle yourself from Zemo. He was still sleeping peacefully on that couch, thank god. Slowly you roll over, however you miss judge your move and fall onto the carpet below with a loud thud. Zemo stirs in his sleep. You curse yourself as you get up and race after Sam.

You didn’t realise that as you exited the room, two chestnut eyes had followed your every move. Thankfully you reach Sam just as he was about to knock on Buckys bedroom door. You pull him into a room that looked like some type of storage area for food. “Look I woke up really early this morning and went down to get some pills for a headache that I had” Sam raised his eyebrows. “and so you ended up sleeping with the enemy?” “You make it sound like I did something more than just- anyway he’s helping us! I wouldn’t call him an enemy” He ignores your statement and says “So how did you-“ You explain what happened last night “so I sat next to him and fell asleep, nothing happened!”

You hear footsteps in the hallway. “ I’m no one to judge y/n, just please be careful, especially around him.” “You know I’m always careful!” You grin. He returns the gesture and opens the door. Your glad he kept this between the two of you, Bucky would freak out and get his metal arm in a twist. You walk back into the kitchen followed by Sam. Zemo was gone which explained the footsteps. Had he heard anything? You push that thought aside and go to make some tea for the second time that morning. You and sam both sit at the breakfast table, sipping from your mugs. He really was a good friend to you.

You were getting yourself ready when Sharon announces that she has a location on Nagel. You hurry and quickly check yourself in the mirror. You wore black slightly baggy pants, a matching vest top reaching just above your belly button and an accompanying jacket. It was perfect for missions like these, not too suspicious and practical. You fix all your weapons to yourself including you new gun and head downstairs to meet the others.

You all arrive at a place with cargo containers littered all around you. On the way there you kept glancing at Zemo to see if he acted any different. Fortunately he just kept to himself. Did he notice your intimate moment this morning? His expression revealed no answers. Following Sharon in the maze of cargos she led you to one particular one, handing you each an ear piece. “I’ll keep and eye out for you while you talk to Nagel” she says “thanks Sharon, for everything you’ve done so far” “just hurry people” you nod and all pile into the container.

Finding it completely empty, you do some searching until Zemo finds a secret door leading to a downstairs lab, an upbeat song playing in the distance. Walking down one by one you find a man filling test tubes up with some sort of liquid. Bucky stops the music and he turns around, shocked to find us standing there guns raised. “Who are you what do you want” ignoring his first question you state “you recreated the super soldier serum” after being told to get out of his lab you had no option but to threaten him. Nagel looked just like the crazy scientist you expect him to be, his calculating voice didn’t help that imagery.

“I’m not saying anything” you roll your eyes. This guy does not understand how this is supposed to work. You step forward until you were in front of him. “I can burn you alive from the inside out by making your blood boil, starting from your feet, then your legs, then to your heart, so I suggest you start talking” disbelief was prominent on his face so you summon up a flame around his ankles. “Okay!” He down right screamed. He begins to explain how he created the serum and how it was stolen by a girl named Karli.

“Guys we have company” Sharon says over the device. Shit how have they found us so quickly?

“Is there any serum here?” Sam asks. “No” was all he said. Sharon runs in “we’re seriously out of time”. Bang! A gunshot sounds through the lab. Zemo was holding the gun, now being restrained by Sam and Sharon. Seconds after, you were thrown back against a wall, the noise of an explosion had blinded your ears. Things were breaking and smashing all around you. Your whole body ached from the force that had lifted you into the air.

You hadn’t realise how much derby covered your body until a strong hand lifted you out of the rubble. None other than Zemo was now guiding you out of the collapsing lab and out into the open. “Are you okay?” That was the second time he’d asked you that today. “I’m fine” you were slightly annoyed at him. You were perfectly capable to getting out of there yourself, you’ve experienced worse. Guns were being fired and you both duck. You pull out your gun and start shooting back. “Did you steal that from somewhere?” “what? how did you-“ “they all have trackers on them, this is how they must have found us so soon” he looks at you. The one thing you didn’t want to do was get your friends hurt, and now you have led them right into a trap. “I..I didn’t know”. You were disappointed in yourself, and when you looked over towards the others, now also fighting these bargain hunters, that feeling turned to anger. Anger at yourself for being so stupid. You felt your body fill with energy.

The bargain hunters started shooting at you again, making you explode with rage. Without another word you start to run towards the men standing a few metres away from you, and send a monstrous flame, racing towards them. You let them find you. Another burst of flames in the other direction, engulfing the unfortunate soul in a living hell. You put your friends in harms way. The men started running away now. You couldn’t let them get away. You needed them dead. Fire burnt in your eyes, and death shone upon you, guiding you to them. You felt yourself loose control. Loose that sense of focus you had before, your task was to find them, and make them suffer for your mistake. It was the only way to stop that feeling of guilt building in you. If you deal with the threat then was there really any harm done?

Zemo had been watching your fiery battle in astonishment. He couldn’t move, he could only watch you gracefully send those men to their deaths. Only when he saw you move once again, following the guys running for their lives, did he run after you. “Y/n stop”. You spin around ready to fight whoever that voice belonged to. You stopped short. “Darling I think they’re gone now”

“No” you say forcefully and in a gravelly voice. “They want to hurt us”. You were not yourself anymore. You were only the killing machine you were trained to be. Zemo takes a few small steps towards you. “They’re gone” he repeats, taking another few paces. You look down on your hands, flames licking them. You had let yourself become the person you swore to keep away. “ you’re okay now” Zemo rips you out of that thought. You couldn’t find anymore words to say but “I’m sorry” you whisper, your eyes began to well up with tears. The baron reaches his hand out carefully, making sure not to make any sudden movements.

Before he could reach you however, your knees hit the solid ground and your face falls into your hands. Zemo quickly follows your action and wraps his protective arms around you, letting you bury your head into his chest. At that moment you didn’t care who he is or what he had done. You didn’t care how this would affect your future. All you wanted to do was crawl in a hole and stay there for the rest of eternity. “It’s okay your safe now”. Your mind was spinning with thoughts. It felt like you would never be able to escape them ever again. Zemo strokes the back of your head as he rests his chin on top of it, locking you into that embrace. You felt the most vulnerable at that point but yet so safe.

On the way to the airport you separate from Sharon. No one questions your blank expression as you look out of the car window. They had all seen your outburst. All knew better than to talk to you while your were like this. It was better for you to have space to think. Zemo had helped you get to the car, after you calmed down a little. Now being emotionally and physically drained, you wonder what would have happened if he hadn’t stopped you. Would you ever have ever returned to your normal self if he didn’t come for you?

Back in the jet Zemo was preparing something in the small kitchen at the front of the plane and Sam and Bucky were discussing the next move. You were sat away from them, staring aimlessly out of the window again, pretending to be interested in something outside. A few moments later Zemo hands you a cup of tea that you presumed was cherry blossom from the look of it. You give a very small smile and return to your staring. He leaves and a few minutes later returns with a blanket, silently suggesting to you to get some rest.

You sip at your drink and feel yourself drift away from reality. “How is she” a faint voice asks. “By the look of things mostly just tired now” a different voice whispers. “I should talk to her when she wakes up” “are you sure that’s a good idea.” “It might help” that was all you heard as you travelled to the world of dreams.

Note~

I know these aren’t the longest ever but the next part should be up in a day or so! Hope you enjoy 😊

#baron zemo #baron zemo x reader #baron zemo x you #daniel brühl #helmut zemo #helmut zemo x reader #marvel #mcu #sugar daddy zemo #zemo #fluff #fanfic #baron #helmut #Zemo #what am I doing

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icarushasfallenfromthestars · 3 years

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That dream angst fuckin wrecked my heart..any chance for a part 2 with comfort(im not the og requester so if not thats fine its just OUGH my heart)

So both you and the og requester asked for a part 2, which means I'm definitely gonna do it! (I'd do it even if the og didn't ask so lmao) I HAD TO REWRITE THIS 12 GOD DAMN TIMES BECAUSE TUMBLR IS SHIT AT SAVING THINGS

I'm honestly so glad people enjoy my writings! Feel free to request more! My inbox is open and I have no requests lined up yet!

Once again. This is a completely fictitious story and version of Clay.

TW: Panic attacks, self deprecating thoughts,

Part one

Found (Outside The Screen) (Dream x GN! Reader) Part 2

"(Y/n)!"

His voice echoed through the house as you scrambled around corners to escape the possible wrath of your boyfriend. Or maybe even soon to be ex boyfriend.

He's gonna find you...

The house wasn't even that big, and quite an open concept, so you had no idea why you were finding it so confusing. All you knew at the moment was...

Get out.

Once your eyes landed on the door that lead out, you made a beeline towards it and flung it open. Maybe you should've known better than to attempt to run from the manhunt god...

The footsteps pounding against the floor not too far behind you startled you enough to jump outside and slam the door behind you in hopes of giving yourself enough time to run farther.

Where... were you?

Doesn't matter. Don't go back.

Oh God... He hates you..

Why wouldn't he..?

He was too embarrassed to show you to his chat!

What did you do that was so embarrassing?

God.. What was so wrong with you that he stayed in his streaming room for days on end!?

You had no clue where you were. Nothing looked familiar. What time is it? No clue, you don't have your... Your phone!

78 Missed calls from Clay💚

2 Missed calls from George👓🇬🇧

7 Missed calls from Sapnap🔥

Was... He so mad that his friends were trying to yell at you too? You tilted your head slightly and scrolled through the other notifications on your lockscreen.

You glanced down at the screen and say Clay was making call number 79... Man, he was persistent.. and he would probably continue to call until you answered...

Your finger hovered over the decline button, before slowly moving over and landing on the green one instead. "...Hello...?"

"(Y/n)...?" Had... He been crying...? "Oh my god! You're alive!" He gasped out with glee before giving a few sobs of... relief...?

"...You... Aren't... Mad?" You whispered very softly and hesitantly, your voice scratchy and sore from crying.

Your battery was almost dead...

"C-Clay.. My phone is going to die.." You murmured softly, your heart filling with dread as you turned down your brightness and closed any unnecessary apps.

"..(Y/n)?"

"Yeah?"

"I lov-"

Your phone died..

Pulling the device away from your head, you pressed the buttons a few times before groaning and shoving it into your pockets as you began to walk.

You rose your arm to shield your face from the onslaught of water that a car had caused by driving through a large puddle before running your hand down your face.

Biting your lip, you shook off the thought as you looked up again to see the steakhouse that you were directed to go to, the signs glowingly and people shuffling in and out through the doors...

Then there was another man, standing under a large black umbrella wearing a damp lime green hoodie...

Only you'd recognize that face anywhere where others wouldn't.. Standing in the street lights perfectly was your boyfriend, Clay.

Your heart trembled but also melted slightly upon seeing that he wasn't paying attention to his screen anymore. You. He was focused on finding you...

You buried your face into the male's sweater, that was beginning to become soaked as well from the rain and you, and closed your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him.

"(Y/n)?"

"Mm..?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Clay."

#dreamwastaken #mcyt x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dream smp #x reader #reader insert #dreamwastaken x you #mcyt

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hxneekyuu · 4 years

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breaking and entering || tsukishima kei

request : Tsukishima, band au, Enemies to Lovers with “Are you sure this is legal?” 👀

warnings : swearing, bokuto Cackles

a/n : i kinda went all in on this one, idek what happened -- i hope you like it!!

request from the au + trope + prompt game list !!

“Where the fuck are we going?”

“How about you shut the fuck up and just follow me?”

You breathe out angrily through your nose, prompting what sounds suspiciously like a quiet snort of amusement from the blond beanpole jogging in a slight crouch in front of you. Not even 5 minutes prior, he’d slipped out of his bunk on the tour bus and reached into yours, shoving at your shoulder roughly until you’d woken up. Pressing his hand flat against your mouth to keep you from swearing at him so late at night, he’d simply gestured for you to follow him. Slipping past the bunks of Bokuto and Kuroo as quietly as possible, you’d waited until you were out in the cold 2am air to rip into him. He’d only ignored your complaints, glancing around at your surroundings before running off toward the arena you were scheduled to play at the next night.

Now, you’re slipping into a hole in the fence behind the arena, almost certain that you wouldn’t fit until a pair of hands is in your line of sight, reaching past you to lift the fence that’s gotten caught around your backside.

“Have you ever considered consuming less when we order food to the bus?” You wait until you’re all the way through to reach out and pinch harshly at his thigh, smiling to yourself when he yelps and swats at your hand.

“This is why our fans think you’re an asshole, Tsukki.” You say his name teasingly, feeling a strange kind of joy when he glares at you. He pulls a pair of hair clips out of his pocket and locates a door on the side of the building, answering you as he’s approaching it.

“I thought I told you that you can only call me that when we’re doing interviews, asswipe.” Lodging the hair clips into the lock on the door, he works at it until it pops, the door to the arena sliding open. Shooting you a satisfied look, coupled with a raise of his eyebrows that does something funny to your heart, he holds the door open, gesturing impatiently for you to pass under his extended arm into the building. Turning to him in the dark, you wonder why you only now are starting to feel a bit uneasy about the situation.

“Are you sure this is legal?” You can’t see his face, but you’re almost certain by his response that he’s on the edge of laughter.

“Breaking and entering is never legal, dumbass -- but I wanted to see something, and I figured if I get caught, I should at least have someone to blame.” Realizing that he’s brought you along only as a scapegoat, you turn back to the door you’d come in through.

“Oh hell no, I’m not getting thrown in jail for you.” A warm hand finds your wrist, tugging you back until you’re bumping into an equally warm chest.

“Just come on, you fucking wimp, we’ll be out of here in ten minutes -- and don’t trip on anything.” As if to make a point, Tsukki’s hand slips down from your wrist, his fingers closing tightly around your own hand as he moves around in the dark. You two make your way through the arena like that, Tsukki pulling you along behind him as you focus on calming your suddenly furious heartbeat. You’re thankful for the dark, knowing that he’d never let you live if he caught sight of your reddening cheeks. What you don’t know, however, is that he’s equally thankful for the dark, trying to keep his thoughts on the task and away from the feeling of your palm against his.

Finally, he drags you up a set of stairs, bringing you out of the endless maze that exists below every music venue and into the other kind of endless maze that exists within the rows of seats above ground. He’s somehow managed to get you two to the furthest point from the stage, a straight line down the middle of the venue. Flopping down onto a seat, he all but pulls you down with him. Sitting together, you stare at the stage directly across from you, so far away. Neither of you say anything about the fact that your hands are still joined, but it certainly doesn’t go unnoticed. Without looking at you, he starts to talk.

“In less than 24 hours, we’re going to be standing up there, on that stage. For 3 hours, the four of us are going to be up there, and thousands of people are going to be out here. I just wanted to know what it looked like… I wanted to know why people care so much.” Listening quietly, you start to piece together why you’re here. He’d never been one to indulge in the rest of the band’s excitement about performing, usually only ever caring about the music and rehearsal. Smiling to yourself, you realize he does, in fact, care a lot about performing.

“Looks like you do have a heart, Tsukki.” He scoffs next to you but doesn’t mention the nickname again. Instead, he quietly moves his hand, lacing his fingers slowly between yours. You inhale sharply, your stomach flipping, but he must take it as a rejection because he’s moving to remove his hand from yours. Squeezing quickly to keep him there, you hear him let out a sigh and squeeze back. The moment only lasts a few more seconds, however, because there’s a light shining down into the audience a few rows over, followed by footsteps that can only belong to a security guard.

“Oh, shit--” Tsukki pulls you to your feet and drags you back in the direction you came, racing through the maze underground until you’re back at the door you broke in through. Throwing the door open and closing it behind you two as quietly as possible, he ushers you back under the fence, following closely behind as you run across the empty parking lot, laughing loudly as you go.

The next morning, Kuroo flings open the curtain to Tsukki’s bunk without a second thought, Bokuto standing beside him and cackling evilly as he shoves his phone into your sleep-deprived faces -- they don’t even mention the fact that you’re not in your own bed, but that might be because of the incriminating evidence that they’re presenting to you.

There on the screen is a series of photos, taken by some fans that had happened to be camping out, completely unseen, at the venue the night before. The images feature you and Tsukki fleeing the arena and running to the bus together, hand in hand. The last photo -- one that has Tsukki groaning loudly as you hide your face in his chest -- is of you standing in front of the bus doors, wrapped up in Tsukki’s arms as you press a kiss to his cheek, a rare smile ghosting the edges of his lips.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader

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ji-yaaan · 4 years

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Hello Yam Yam. It's been awhile. Y'know, I don't really know what I want to drink today, so can I have some of that mystery tea with Riddle? Maybe some illegal h*nd h*olding can be involved? ಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ

°•°•°•𝓑𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓓𝓸𝓾𝔁•°•°•°

Riddle Rosehearts x Reader Oneshot

Note: Not to be biased because I know you.... But frack it, I AM BIASED! Here have a oneshot I made in the toilet at 3am as I watch the Heartslabyul Tv commercial continuously sobbing- lololol jk.... oR iS it? Anyway... Have a oneshot made with my tears!

Warning: slight angst! ( ◜‿◝ )♡♡♡

[ 𝚃𝚎𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚈𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 :') ]

A faint glow of the dim lamplight illuminates the still room swallowed by daybreak. Warm rays of light seeps through the lace curtains reflecting unto the boy whom laid peacefully in bed. Crimson red lashes adorned the smooth white skin that lies under.

Eyes that opened revealed the slate tinted irises that peered unto the bright windows. The birds that sung mellifluous songs rung from the trees into the lonesome room of the young boy. Dark circles that looked out of place painted his pale face that seemed more lifeless than the usual.

With the curtains that flew from the morning zephyr, the Colors that burned lit the the small bedrooms blinding the young boy. Raising a hand to block the blinding rays of light, a troubled sigh escapes his lips. "It seems as if it's morning now..."

Standing on his two feet, Dishevled crimson hair stuck to his forehead. He stood by the large bright windows savoring the morning breeze that blew past his finger, reaching out for nothing. He stared at his empty fingers that lost the hold of you, his thoughts that whispered in his brain the unspoken feelings he wished he had said.

How pathetic... He's stuck in a limbo of wanting to forget and wanting to hold on to the dissapearing memory of you. The constant chaos that gracefully consumed him, the fading daydreams he tightly held on to, the dreams that was now lost in the nights you won't spend together.

Another troubled sigh escaped past his lips yet again. The aurora skies that painted the clouds seemed duller than the usual... How nice it felt to view a world with rose tinted glasses... But that dream slowly crumbled at the grasp of his fingers...

Putting on his clean uniforms, tying up is necktie into a bow, he was ready to set off to do his routine at Night Raven Collage. Walking into the hall of mirrors in the early morning, his memory was still fuzzy. It felt as if moments and memories were cut off... Just like a vivid daydream that never happened.

"What even happened yesterday?" Riddle questions himself propping his fingers in his temple. Walking off to school never felt as horrible as this before. What really happened you ask?

Reminiscing on the events that unfolded, the boy tried to remember the cause of his misery... "Oh right... I almost forgot... Y/n left..." Eyes filled with melancholy stared at the floor, then to his shoes. He stopped in his footsteps feeling his stomach churn and his heart grow heavy. He can't help but make a pained smile in the middle of the halls as he stared off in the clear skies.

"How pathetic... I wasn't even there to send them off yesterday... I guess that was foolish of me to busy myself to forget about them... I wonder what they're doing now..." A troubled sigh escapes his lips as he clutch his chest from the unexplainable pain he felt.

"How jarring..." He continues his pace with heavy hearts. A drowning thought came to his mind "Dear heart... please let this feelings fade..."

Today really seemed dull. A wash of rain storm that poured down in the gardens of the Heartslabyul dorm, Rain that drowned the emptiness and sorrows of a young boy. The dorm leader drowned himself in unfinished paper works in hopes to forget his bitter woes of unspoken love that will never come true.

Words after words, pages after another, the hundreds of letters written across the papers, yet.... He still can't erase the vivid memory of you, just like a man hopelessly drunk in love... How pathetic...

4:30pm... During these times, it's usually at these hours where you serve him the sweetest chamomile tea that never fails to soothe him. Was it because of the warmth and aroma of the flowery tea? Was it because of the soothing properties of the tea itself? Of course not... It was because you were there to accompany him... You were there...

Now... You were just a fading memory that slowly vanished from his arm's reach... Maybe it's true with what people say... You will never know a value of the simplest moment, not until it becomes a memory you have no choice but to hold on to.

After a few moments of haze and confusion, stuck in a daze bewildered by the thoughts of you. A loud knocking came from the door, muffled by the loud roars of thunders and rain. Even if it was such a stupid and hopeless thought, a small part inside him wished it was you when the doorknobs turned and opened.

"Oh riddle... There you are. We haven't seen you much yesterday and even today." It was Trey... It was just Trey... Of course it was Trey. Oddly enough, Riddle felt like the stupidest man alive expecting you to come in from the door. He was truly disappointed from his own foolish fantasies. Just how stupid has he become, ready to beg just for a glimpse of you?

"Is that so? I'm a little busy yesterday and today... Maybe even tommorow too... I expect you to take care of the dorm as the vice dorm leader." Riddle sighs rummaging through the piles of documents scattered across his table.

"Riddle, I know what you're doing. You've been avoiding the first years since yesterday. Stop doing this to yourself, look at you... You look lifeless these days... You know... regarding about yesterday, Y/n-" Trey tried to reason with Riddle, only to be left to get cut off in the middle of his sentence.

"The troublesome first years ate the tarts in the fridge again... according to Rule#89: You must never eat my tarts without my permission. But I'm feeling merciful today, so it's not off with their heads yet. But do tell them according to Rule#53: You must replace the things you stole. Send my regards to them that if they don't return my tarts, it's off with their heads." The pen in between his fingers scratched aggressively at the thin papers beneath, the calm atmosphere in the room changed quickly in a bitter mood. Just with a single mention of a forbidden name, all reason and rationality was thrown off the window.

"Riddle..." Trey was just worried, a wash of worry and pain covered his face, but again, he was interrupted. "I expect one answer from you Trey." The slate irises pierced gazes at the third year.

"Of course, dorm leader..." Placing a tray of teapot and a tea cup in the desk, trey set off to leave the dorm leader's office.

As riddle was pouring a cup of tea in his teacup. The flowery scent of Earl gray tea enveloped the room for a brief moment. He could never get used to the bitter taste that lingered in his mouth with the bleak world without a glimpse of you. Even if it was just a voice... A strand of hair... Anything... Anything would be fine to feed his lonesome desires.

Whilst sipping a cup of his tea, his eyes wanders off in a corner you used to sit. How he fell for you easily, reminiscing on the days he saw your smiles and heard your laughter, the days he gets to be there for you in times you cried your heart out... He misses you this bad, yet you're no longer there to hear his heartfelt words. Honest feelings and bad timing make one of the most painful combinations....

His eyes landed on a small worn out book that never left your hand. A book you always read and carry around at times. The book you read when the both of you enjoyed each other's company. A thought inside his head lingered, starved from your presence. Even just a small fragment that carried a part of you was enough to set his feelings to a frenzy.

Grabbing a hold of the book, lightly tracing the cover as lithe hands flips the crisp pages. Riddle notices a bookmark in between the last few pages you've read. A bookmark that looked oddly like an envelope, yet a surprising word was written in the thin piece of paper... "Riddle Rosehearts"

Intrigued by his name written across the paper, he unfolded the paper to view whatever content lies beneath. In fact, there really was a word written inside the bookmark.

Fingers lightly held unto the paper, starving for words that you may have left, even just a singled random word will do to ease the feverish need of indulging the thoughts of you. As he read letter after another, his heart flutters as his stomach churns.

The empty looking paper that was held between Riddle's shaking hands read: "Hey Riddle... If you see this someday... I like you... no, I love you.." A billet doux with simple words and blunt feelings. A single sentence that left a man speechless of his words and breathless from his underlying feelings.

He looked up the ceiling above trying to stop the salty tears forming in his eyes. He closed his eyes with thoughts of regret screaming deep inside him.

In a moment of self hysteria, rationality was thrown out his train of thoughts. Nothing seemed matter anymore. He wants to see you... He wants to hold you... He wants to tell you all of his feelings he kept deep inside him... He wants to hold onto you forever...

Like a foolish man drunk in love. He stood up in his own two feet, dashing through the long maze of hallways into the rose gardens that led a path to the hall of mirrors.

Maybe if he tries hard enough, he can make his way to see you in your world. Maybe if he tries hard enough, he can persude you to find a way to stay. Maybe if he tries hard enough, even a glimpse of your figure was enough for him... Maybe... Maybe... Mabye. Everything were just maybe's.

A young man stood in the middle of the rose gardens, drenched in the pouring raindrops with no care in the world. The grey clouds heavy with rain continuously dripped from the heavens. Red crimson hair drenched from the storm. Empty eyes looked above as the young man closed his eyes. Trying his best to get the gravity of his situation, finally taking his time to rationalize his actions.

"Hah.... This is stupid... I'm stupid... There's no way I'd get to see them again... Let alone I was dumb enough not to say a goodbye... I give up..." A scoff left his lips full of grief and misery. He crouches down in the ground as the fading moments and memories with you flashes through his mind. If only he can see you again... If only he can touch you again.. if only he could hear your sweet voice again... If only... If only...

Lonely tears prickled his face, mixed with the cold raindrops as sadness and sorrows washed his misery away. "If I were to see you again... I'd gladly give up everything for you." Silent whispers of regret muffled by the rains and thunders left to be unheard.

"Riddle? What are you doing there? Come here you might get sick!" A sweet voice like honey rung in his ears. Like spring that bloomed in nowhere washed his grief away. The words ringing that healed his despair. Was this a dream? Was this a hallucination? Has he finally gone mad? How ironic it was that he finally have gone insane. Even without saying a proper goodbye, his hallucination of you still worry about him... How fitting...

"RIDDLE!" A hand grabs Riddle's arm, waking himself up to reality. Like a miracle unfolding before his eyes. The very set of eyes he admired most peered down at him. Eyes full of worry, pain, and sadness. The eyes of the person he truly loved...

"Y/N? Why are you here? Are you real? Is this a sick prank? What is this? Weren't you supposed to be in your world now?" Eyes that widened with shock stared at the person before them. Blank thoughts, eyes that stared at you intently waiting for an answer, with his hand clutching unto your wrist desperately, as if you'd fly away at any moment.

"Of course I'm real! Didn't you hear from trey? I told him an hour ago that I decided to stay... I didn't go in the mirrors yesterday..." A sigh of relief escaped Riddle's lips, as if a weight on the world has been lifted from his shoulders. "Why did you choose to stay?" The same eyes still gazed at you with melancholy and expectation, child like innocent eyes stared at you asking for answers.

"Well... I forgot something very important you know? Turns out I can't bring them back with me... Before I forget again... Riddle... I like you... I like you so very much I'm willing to stay here forever..." Wide eyes with shock, pink cheeks flustered like rose petals. Hearing you say your confession with your words accompanied by a sweet melodic voice was a million times better...

Riddle sighs in relief again. Tears formed in his eyes fell to his cheeks. The faint glow of sunset lit the rose gardens at dusk. The storm calming down, with rain stopping and rain droplets dripped from the rosepetals and leaves. Warm tears prickled down Riddle's face, accompanied by a smile of relief as muffled sobs and hitched breaths leaves his lips. Trembling in shock and joy he mutters "I'm glad... I'm glad your here again... I'm glad you chose to stay... I'm glad you like me, because you know... I like you too."

Glossy slate eyes stared back at you as a pair of cold hands grabbed unto yours. Intertwining your fingers together, you both shared each other's warmth... A tender smile covered both of your faces as the both of you start laughing in your pathetic looking state.

fingers mingled and intertwined, he brings your hand to his face as he rested his cheek in the back of your hand. Softly inhaling and taking in your scent and presence.

“Y/n I love you...”

"I love you too Riddle!"

“I know...”

"What? How do you know?"

“Of course, I read your love note... Pfft.... That was cheesy I might say...”

"YOU READ WHAT?!"

Both drenched in cold rain, but hearts full to its brim. Heavy hearts lifted from grief and sorrows. The dull world seemed colorful and vibrant yet again. The storm that once devoured the life out of Riddle has now passed. It is time to bask in your sunlight to melt all of his worries away...

Staring at your lovely presence, a thought lingered deep within Riddle's heart...

“Seeing you brought me back to what felt like home... I love you...”

Note: Sorry that took long I needed lots of braincells for that lmao- but I really hope you enjoyed that! Took me a while to get in the groove of writing again oof... I've decided to birth lotsa oneshots in my request so if ur request takes a bit if time... That means I'm innit for brain murder time! Oh and also I am sick so it yea.... It will take longer for me to have braincells and produce content frickle frack I hate this- ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #disney twst #riddle rosehearts #twst x reader #twst imagines #riddle rosehearts x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland riddle

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the-knight-of-the-stars · 3 years

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Echoes: a Descendants Fanfic

The children of the isle, and the children of Auradon, are now lost and alone in an unknown world.

Can they remember the truth? Can they remember who they really are? Is it possible for them to find their way back home?

All they have left, are the echoes from another life...

Chapter 1: Uma

His large, calloused hand slowly caressed her cheek. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the wood smell of his clothes. How sweet it felt to be around him. Hot specks of ash flew around them, amid a thunderous sound of revolts, screams, some crackling fire. It looked like the end of the world. Through a haze, she blurred a pair of blue eyes full of melancholy, a sadness weighing on him.

"Come on Hook, I'll always be a just step away from you, " she said in a voice she didn't recognize.

"I know, we are light from the same star, right?" His deep voice slipped from his lips, tears streaming down his dirty face. Behind him, a pulsing red light blinded them, giving the young man the mythical appearance of a fiery creature. He leaned in, bringing their foreheads together in a desperate attempt to feel her close one last time "Goodbye, Uma ..."

Her eyes snapped open, her heart pounded. His words still echoed in her head, she still felt that suffocating heat, the chaotic sensation, and the sadness that vision had caused her. It had been brief, but still, she felt like she had been sleeping for days like she didn't think she would ever be able to wake up. But now the cold of the undaunted room made her hair stand on end and reminded her that it had all been a dream. She blinked several times, barely realizing she was clinging tightly to the sheets, making sure she had returned to reality. She put her hand to her heart and felt it pounding and excited. It felt alive. "I miss you," she thought, closing her eyes to that strange and familiar feeling, "Even if I don't know who you are."

Uma watched the snowfall through the grimy window and found that just as it had happened every day in that dead tundra, the sun had not risen. In that forgotten corner of fleeting feelings, only the gloom remained. Without fire, without chaos, there was no one by her side. Her breath resonated on the icy upholstered walls as if floating in the heavy silence that only abandoned houses have, that sad emptiness of having had and have lost. She got up from the bed.

But of course, Uma couldn't remember ever having anything. That loss was all she knew. All that remained inside her, like a luminous lamppost guiding her, was the hope that one day she would be able to recover everything she had lost. She walked through the lonely house, her long blue hair falling like soft clouds over her naked body, two small front braids, eternally tied, from which hung small amulets whose meanings she did not know. Only the heavy wool blanket that had wrapped her up during the night covered her.

Just like every day, Uma went to the small kitchen, lit the oil lamps, and started to heat the tea. Outside, the wind whistled, and as she cracked two eggs on a frying pan, the heat of the kitchen reminded her of her dream. Fire, ash, the musty smell of gunpowder and blood, the boy with blue eyes. That was her dream. Over and over, that vision haunted her at night. He had lost count of how many times she had had that same dream, always the same, always leaving her with that feeling that she did not understand, but could not get rid of. "I miss you".

Something inside Uma told her that there was a reason why it felt so real, why it kept popping up in her mind. It was more than a dream, it was a memory. But she couldn't be sure, Uma wasn't sure about anything. As far as she knew, that exciting memory could only be an invention of her mind.

In town, they called her a witch. They said that magic had destroyed her mind, and that was why she did not remember who she was. Maybe they were right. Maybe that sad-eyed boy she called "Hook" wasn't real, it was just magic confusing her mind. As Uma ate her breakfast, listening in the distance to the howling laughter of the forest elves, she couldn't help but feel once again disappointed that the dream hadn't changed. Why couldn't she remember more? She sipped her tea and tried to forget about it.

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The last fishermen of the town began to gather their nets with slow and tired movements. It had been a long day. Uma said goodbye to them with a kiss thrown into the air, as was the tradition, and they responded in the same way, thanking her for the help and hard work. The dogs surrounded her amid joyous barking, and she had to dodge them laughing, as she walked away carrying her own basket overflowing with fish. In front of her stood the messy mound of windows, balconies, doors, and chimeneas. Uma had always thought that those particular tower-towns so common in the northern lands, looked like a tree made of houses stuck together. An oasis by the sea, a refuge from that mysterious, cold, and hostile land.

She entered the city swinging her basket, she knew perfectly the path between that maze of stairs. Here, the air was different, it smelled of bread, sweat, coal, human heat. It was more joyous, more comforting. Uma found the company she needed just by seeing the townspeople in their daily life while continuing to climb to the top. Boys hauling lumber, up alleys with the day's game on their backs, people on balconies spreading clothes, shaking rugs, or lighting lanterns. She paused for a moment, daring to look back, to see the huge sea from above.

Up there, where she was at the height of the birds flying and the trees seemed tiny, Uma stopped feeling so alone. Up there, among the wind, the heat, the flowers in the windows, the amber lights in the houses, and the noise of the people, even if it was only for an instant, Uma could almost feel normal, like someone loved, like someone human. And that was precisely what had motivated her to dream of one day, to be able to raise enough money to buy a little house in the highest part of town, where she could wake up every day in the midst of that joyous daily life, where she could finally feel that she was someone.

Finally, Uma reached her destination. She entered the narrow, candlelit establishment and approached the counter. She put the basket on the floor, and a skinny girl came out from the back.

"Uma! How are you? How are things going down there on the plain?" The girl greeted her with a charming smile. Uma shrugged, returning the smile.

" Hi Ruba, you know, cold as always ... I brought fish" replied Uma, smiling fondly at the girl in the store.

"I see they had good fishing today, right?" Ruba looked at her excitedly, and Uma only answered with her head "Well! How much do you want for it? It looks very good, how about 60 coins?"

"Are you crazy? Your mother would kill me if she finds out you gave me that much money" said Uma, laughing slightly. The girl from the store smiled, pleased to see her happy, and handed her a bag of fifty coins on the counter.

"Come on, take them, " Ruba said with a wink. "My mother doesn't have to know ..." Uma laughed again, slightly flushed.

"If you insist" she answered taking the bag and weighing it on her hand with pride. Ruba sighed with a huge smile.

"You know? I don't even think mother notices ... She is too busy licking a foreigner's boots" Ruba whispered with an amused tone "They say he came from the warm lands of the south and we are renting him my brother's room, you should have seen his face, He is furious to have to sleep on the kitchen floor, but he had no choice ..."

"He comes from the warm lands?" Asked Uma intrigued "And how is he?"

"Well, he is tall and handsome ... He's tanned, you know, like the people of the South ... He came on the train dressed as a prince with a ruffled suit and a suitcase full of wonders ..." Ruba explained with bright eyes of emotion "I'm sure he would love to meet you!"

"Me? Why?"

"Because you are a witch, you are the best that´s ever happened in this boring town ..."

"Thank you?"

"Oh, I almost forgot! I wanted to give you something… " Ruba said happily and took out from the folds of her dress a small wrapped package.

"To me?" Uma asked, surprised, and happy. No one had given her a gift since her teacher had died.

"The stranger brought us gifts from the south, you know, for letting him stay, and I thought why not give one to my favorite witch?" Ruba admitted, blushing a little. Uma smiled gratefully and took Ruba's hand in a happy squeeze.

"Thank you, Ruba, for everything ... You are the best friend I have made in this town ..." answered Uma, delicately keeping the gift in its folds. Ruba smiled from ear to ear.

"And you are mine, Witch ..."

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Night fell, heavy and freezing on the plain. By the time Uma returned home, the darkness was almost absolute. Despite carrying a flashlight, she had to tap the walls for a long time to find the door. When she entered, the wall of enchanted tapestries greatly lessened the cold and the furious roar of the night wind. As soon as the door closed behind her, Uma dropped to the floor, exhausted, looking at the small hall of the house. Silence, again that deadly silence. With ragged breathing, she decided that she would stay there until her muscles relaxed, and she leaned against the wall, staring blankly, imagining not having to go back to that empty and distant house every day. She took off her coat, brushing dust and snow from her hair. In her pocket, she felt the small wrapped package that Ruba had given her, and Uma smiled again as she took it out. A gift from the south.

What wonders could come from those lands? Uma couldn't even imagine it. That northern land had been all she knew, all that interested her. That was what her teacher, the witch Aida, had taught her. Five years had passed since the villagers had found her, so cold and pale, that they had thought she was a corpse. They said that she came from the sea during a stormy night, an unconscious body that the waves threw to the beach. Villagers had given her a two-day funeral and attempted to bury her in an unmarked grave. But when the first earth fist was placed on her, she woke up. The frightened villagers took her with the only person in miles around who knew about the mysterious affairs of the world: Aida, the old witch of the forest.

Before that, Uma had no memories. She didn't know who she was, what she was, or where she came from. She only remembered the sea, the lightning, and the feeling of having lost something. Old Aida had taken her, cared for her, fed her, healed her wounds. She was the one who helped Uma overcome the shock and discovered that she knew how to speak, write, knew about the things of the world. But she still didn't know anything about herself. "You are a witch," her teacher had told her. "I can feel your magic, you probably got into forces that you shouldn't have, and this is the price you must pay. " After six months, Uma began to dream about the blue-eyed boy. And because of that dream, that memory, Uma was able to remember her name. Aida tried spells to make her remember more but never succeeded, and all Uma was left with was that fuzzy image of a world on fire.

Aida was a traditional woman, who during the time she met her taught her to rejoice in the little things in life, to cook, to attract fish, to become human again. And a year ago the old woman had died, sitting in her chair, leaving Uma with one last lesson to learn: how to survive alone. And Uma had learned, hunting her food and selling the fish that she trapped to the town's merchants, little by little, learning to make friends, to be kind to people, to trust them. Rarely did Uma think of the possibility that the world existed beyond that frozen region, that magic-filled forest, and that sparkling sea.

Uma untied the laces of Ruba's gift, thinking about her teacher, for the first time wondering if, in other lands, she could stop feeling the emptiness that consumed her inside.

She unwrapped the slip of paper, and a gold ring fell into her open hand. As soon as the metal touched her skin, Uma felt a jolt that shook her heart, like an electric shock that tore out the air, while in her head the vision of the boy with blue eyes appeared again, and his voice repeating the same words in an infinite cycle "We are light from the same star".

"Harry ..." she whispered as if her soul was breathing for the very first time "I remember you ..."

Also available on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25621861/chapters/62193694

#disney descendants #descendants disney #descendants #uma daughter of ursula #harry hook #huma #huma au #descendants au

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kirkwallgremlin · 4 years

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An Impulse Decision

Carver Hawke x Alistair Theirin, 1565 words

Carver walks into a trap. Luckily his fellow Warden Alistair has quick reflexes. Aka what if we kissed in the Deep Roads (and we were both Wardens)?

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It was odd, being back in the Deep Roads.

He and Garrett had spent so long working to get there, determined to raise the money for Bartrand’s expedition, to make their fortune in dwarven treasure. From what he had heard, it seemed Garrett had made a relative fortune and Carver was glad his remaining family had somewhere comfortable and safe to live.

Obviously things hadn’t turned out how they planned. Bartrand’s betrayal, fighting their way back to the surface, his own brush with death.

Sometimes Carver wondered what he’d have done if he’d been given the choice. What would he have done if he hadn’t joined the Wardens on the verge of death, the Blight poisoning his body from the inside out? Would he have joined them if the choice had been his own, and not yet another choice circumstances and his older brother had made for him?

It wasn’t something he lingered on often. Life as a Warden was better than no life at all, and dwelling on what-ifs never helped anyone. He was happy as a Warden - he had friends, a chance to make a life for himself. And Alistair was one of the first friends he made independent of his brother, the first friend who wouldn’t always be comparing him in some small way to Garrett.

It was Alistair he found himself with now, trekking through passages as they tried to locate a new darkspawn escape point. A group of hurlocks had made it to the surface without being observed by the Wardens, and the Warden-Commander suspected they may have found a new one.

“You look like you’ve got a whole lot of… thoughts going on in your head,” Alistair called back to him, and Carver jumped, having not even realised he had stopped. With one final glance at the arched doorway that had caught his attention, thrown him right back to that one fateful trip with Garrett and the others, he hurried after his fellow Warden.

“Trying to drown out the darkspawn by overthinking?” Alistair continued as Carver caught up. “Doesn’t work, unfortunately. I’ve tried it.”

The darkspawn noise was another change to the Deep Road experience. With Garrett and the others, they had seemed almost eerily quiet, the only noises the echo of their feet and the occasional shuffling, grumbling noises of the darkspawn. Their voices, when they spoke, had echoed along the long, empty hallways, bouncing off the pillars and the piles of rubble that no longer stood.

The Wardens could sense the darkspawn, though, and the Deep Roads had no shortage of darkspawn. Carver didn’t know if it counted as noise if it was inside your own head but it was incessant.

“Does it ever stop?” he wondered out loud. Alistair shrugged at him, looking back over his shoulder.

“Nope. You get better at tuning it out though. Or… maybe I’m just used to ignoring whatever’s going on in my head. It does tend to be pretty full. Always full of thoughts and… well, now I guess darkspawn too.”

Carver sighed. Alistair smiled at him, a comforting smile that made Carver’s heart skip a beat.

“You should have felt it during the Blight,” Alistair said. “Darkspawn everywhere and the archdemon flying around Maker knows where.” He shuddered, turning back to the path. “I do not miss that. Ostagar wasn’t fun either, whole darkspawn army waiting just around the corner.”

He fell silent at that. Carver didn’t respond either. Ostagar hadn’t been fun for either of them, for a variety of reasons. While it sometimes was nice to talk to Alistair about it, something they had done a few times already, the Deep Roads didn’t feel like the appropriate venue.

He lived in awe that Alistair had actually fought the Blight with the hero of Ferelden himself. Despite having more than enough reason to let it go to his head - son of the former king, potential heir to the throne, saviour of Ferelden - Alistair was one of the most down to earth, honest people he knew, and the Wardens were lucky to have him. Carver felt lucky to have him in his life in any capacity, let alone as a friend.

The Warden-Commander often assigned them to work together. Carver suspected it was because Alistair was one of the most experienced wardens among them, and he the least, but he definitely wasn’t complaining. He liked working with Alistair. He made everything more enjoyable, even the things that weren’t at all pleasurable.

Lost in his own thoughts, he followed his companion through the maze of tunnels, wondering if Alistair would be interested in joining him for another game of cards later on.

Alistair turned back to look at him, his mouth beginning to open as though he wanted to say something as dimly, Carver heard a faint click. Before he had time to process what it could be, to even consider it, something hit him squarely in the chest, the air forced from his lungs as he hit the wall. Alistair’s body followed him, pressing him against the ancient stone as Carver gasped for breath.

“Trap,” Alistair said as the stones crumbled behind them, leaving nothing but an abyss in the path where Carver had been standing.

“Thank you,” Caver wheezed, winded. Alistair wasn’t small, and he’d hit him pretty hard, but he couldn’t bring himself to mind.

The weight of him pressed against Carver didn’t make it any easier to catch his breath and his mouth went dry as he realised how close Alistair was, the closest he could remember ever being to him. The closest he could remember being to somebody in a long time, in fact. And the fact that it was Alistair left him even more breathless, an odd fluttering feeling forming in his stomach.

And Alistair was still so close, his chest against Carver’s, one hand on the wall beside Carver’s ear, making no move to step back.

They stood like that for a moment, unmoving, breathless, adrenaline coursing through every inch of Carver’s body. Then something inside him gave way and his face was moving down, lips pressing against Alistair’s. One hand slipped behind Alistair’s head, wanting to pull him closer, as close as he possibly could as he kissed him.

He sensed more than saw Alistair’s arm tense in response and he froze, pulling back, almost hitting his head against the wall behind him as he did.

“I’m sorry,” he said, fear spiking in his belly that one impulse decision, something he didn’t even realise he wanted until it happened, had just ruined whatever friendship he had formed with his fellow warden. But now all he could think was that he had just kissed Alistair. Alistair, son of the former king of Ferelden, hero of the fifth blight, Grey Warden. Alistair, his closest friend in the wardens, the closest friend he could ever remember having.

Alistair, who may never want to talk to him again now.

Alistair, who still hadn’t stepped back, still stood so close that Carver could see the rise and fall of his breath.

And then their lips were together again and Alistair was kissing him, his arms around Alistair’s back. The other man’s armour was cold under his hands, no sun in the underground to warm it, his hair soft under Carver’s fingers. Alistair’s lips moved against his as Carver tried to lose himself in the moment. He had kissed people before, only a handful but enough, but this felt different, like he never wanted it to end. It didn’t matter that they were in the Deep Roads, that every sense was screaming an awareness of darkspawn, that he now had no idea what the future would bring. All that mattered was Alistair and the way he felt under Carver’s hands, under his lips.

Something scuttled to the right, the soft sound of shifting rocks loud in the quiet. They sprung apart, hands jumping to their respective weapons with practiced ease, and Carver let out a nervous laugh at the sight of the startled nug disappearing into the tunnels.

Alistair cleared his throat and Carver rubbed his face nervously.

“So,” he said, otherwise lost for words. “Uh… I should probably thank you for, y’know, saving my life and everything.”

“I’m glad it’s appreciated,” Alistair grinned at him. “I thought I’d help you avoid an untimely death and all that. It’d be a terrible waste to let you fall to your doom.” The grin dropped from his face though. “Maker, I think my heart nearly stopped though. Please don’t do that again.”

“I’ll do my best,” Carver muttered, suddenly hyper aware of every single part of his body and completely unsure what to do with it. Why was it so hard to know what to do with your hands? With your feet? “I’m... I don’t know why I kissed you. I’m sorry.”

“Oh.” Alistair’s ears turned red. “Well, I can’t say I minded that part. You’re welcome to try that part again. If you wanted to. No pressure of course.”

“I think I’d like that,” Carver admitted, trying to ignore the fluttering continuing to grow in his chest. “We should probably keep looking for darkspawn now though. Finally get out of these damned tunnels.”

Much to Carver’s delight, however, Alistair showed him exactly how much he wouldn’t mind a repeat of that kiss before the pair of them moved on.

#carvistair #alistair x carver #alistair theirin x carver hawke #carver hawke #alistair theirin #gremfic #ANYWAY here's some wardens falling in love #carvistair fic

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acefaun · 4 years

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I had a really intense dream about an Evil Diavolo okay? So I wrote a one-shot about what happened because I really really wanted to share the near-death experience I had while in the Devildom! I might possibly make this into an uber long fanfiction during winter break... this is undecided.

Word Count: 3,346

There was a party going on in Lord Diavolo's palace. It wasn't much different from his usual gatherings. Except… this party held a specific purpose. They had three of my friends held prisoner- they, meaning Diavolo, Barbatos, and the traitor, Lucifer…

It was obviously a trap. I didn't need Satan to point that out for me. They wanted me and they were going to do anything to get me. But my friends protected me up until this point. With Beelzebub, Levi, and Belphegor in custody, I had only half of my usual guardians. Still, a friend was a friend and I was going to get all three of them back, even if it was a trap and I risked getting caught.

The plan was to simply toss a rope through the open window of the palace without being noticed by the hundreds of demons attending the party. The throne room was where my friends were held, caged in the far corner of the party. It was too tempting for me to resist saving them then and there. Diavolo was clever in his plans to exploit my weakness. I was too soft-hearted of a human to let those I cared about suffer in his grasp and those wicked demons knew as much.

Pulling my cloak on with my hood, I made my decision. "I'm going to set them free. Wait out here for them. The window is probably going to be their only way to escape once I'm in there."

"(Naaame)..." Asmo whined, clearly worried.

But I gave the three a smile and hugged them. In truth, I didn’t expect to be able to get out on my own. But just like they were strong for me all this time, I had to be strong for them. "You guys can do this. I'll join you as soon as I can."

Satan frowned at that and I was sure he saw right through my words as he commented quietly, "You know if they catch you... they won't let you out. We'll never..." He stopped there, not wanting to further explain what would happen. We all knew it would be nothing good.

I looked down, biting my lip. "It's the only way. Please, escape with your lives once Beel, Belphie, and Levi join you." But just like I couldn't promise to return safely, they couldn't promise to survive escaping.

Taking a deep breath, I approached the large doors of the palace, using the shadows to hide my identity. Sneak in... sneak out... How hard could it be?

Making it to the throne room was easy. There were a lot of demons celebrating, thus, making it over-all difficult for me to filter through them. Though they did make it easier to hide myself in the crowd. However, I was nearly to my destination when my heart dropped at hearing someone call out, "(Name)! It's (Name) (Last Name)!"

At that point I had no choice but to act quickly, shoving through the crowd with the cage in my sight. I hoped I could make it before Diavolo- or any other demon in the room for that matter- would stop me. I quickly opened the cage my friends sat in with no resistance. It was strange that it opened so easily, but for the moment, I didn’t mind the lack of another obstacle in my way. The three demon brothers, on the other hand, seemed panicked that I was even there. But I didn't have time to hear their grievances or arguments if we all wanted to make it out. "Hurry! Go!" I practically shoved them to the window where the rope was waiting for our escape just as planned.

"STOP THEM!" Diavolo’s voice bellowed through the room, making literally everything tremble as the party was thrown into panic at my presence.

Thankfully Levi was able to make it over and out of the high window before we could be stopped. My right arm was tugged as Barbatos caught me, practically dragging me to the ground. But I had the freedom left to throw the end of the rope out of the window signaling my friends to escape without me. At that same moment, my other arm was roughly restrained by Lucifer and I was forced to my knees.

My heart was beating out of my chest and I was shivering horribly, but I at least had the comfort of knowing my friends were out of danger. They escaped even if it was without me. The two demons that were holding me in place, dragged me through the crowd that had parted leading to Lord Diavolo's throne. Seeing the angry demon Prince perched upon his mighty throne sent a feeling of dread in me that I didn't know I could feel. I was just a measly human, after all.

"(Name) (Last Name)..." His deep voice sent a cold feeling seeping through me. "Are you aware of the crimes you've committed?"

"No."

Of course, I knew perfectly well what he was talking about. I tried to steal a powerful grimoire- though, not with ill-intent. It was actually an accident that I tried to steal it at all. The reason they were after me and the other brothers at all was because I shouldn't have found that particular grimoire in Lord Diavolo's palace to begin with and it was a miracle I escaped with my life the first time. It was only thanks to the other brothers that I was even alive and that was why they were wanted as well.

"Address our Lord respectfully, human," Barbatos hissed, making me whine as my restrained arm was pulled to an uncomfortably painful height behind my back.

"N- no, sir, your highness." I was almost relieved when the little pressure was taken off of my arm.

"Lying," Lord Diavolo boomed, making me wince in premature fright. "Will not be tolerated." When he stood to his full height I was sure I was going to pass out from fear alone. The rest of the demons be damned, at this moment it felt like it was just me and my three captors.

"Let her go!"

"This isn't how the exchange program was supposed to be!"

My eyes widened and all the attention was suddenly on the two angels that arrived to crash the party. "Simeon! Luke!"

However, they stopped short from reaching me, an unseen barrier dividing us. From behind Diavolo's throne, Solomon stepped out and explained, "Understanding the gravity of the situation, you two angels should leave. Now." So, even Solomon, a fellow human, was against me. I shouldn't have been surprised, he seemed sketchy to begin with.

"You can't kill a human," Simeon argued, glaring at the demons before him. "Heaven won't stand for it! There will be another war!"

So, even after all these months, they were still planning on killing me? Well, at this point I wasn't sure whether living or dying was the better choice with how they were looking at me. Lucifer leaned closer, whispering foreign words in my ear and for the moment my mind felt fuzzy and all the noises around me were blocked out. What was going on? I couldn't make sense of anything. My train of thought was entirely derailed.

Looking at the angels, all I wanted to do was run to them and have some sense of security. But the demons' hold on me was too firm, I could hardly move. But now, with my state weakened, Barbatos decided to allow Lucifer to hold me back on his own while he followed Lord Diavolo's orders on getting rid of the angels.

I didn't know what was happening, but I was confused as I was lifted off of my feet and carried out of the room. Lucifer’s hand trailed down my cheek, almost affectionately, and his words faintly met my ears, "You'll be taken to Lord Diavolo’s chambers. You best behave yourself until we return."

What did that mean? He laid me on a bed and I realized I was left alone in the room when everything fell silent. My movements were sluggish and lethargic but I knew that if I was alone it was as good a chance as any to escape. It seemed my mind was clearing up out of Lucifer's presence.

I struggled to sit up and look around the large room. The only problem was that there were no windows. There was no way for me to tell where in the palace I was and if there was a possibility of any escape at all.

It was obvious that Lucifer cast some sort of magic spell on me. I certainly wasn't drugged, but it was taking its good ol' time on getting out of my system. Taking in a deep breath, I unsteadily got to my feet and stumbled forward.

I thrust open the first door in sight and sighed. A windowless bathroom. Searching the other rooms, the only window I found was in, what I could tell, Diavolo's personal room. It was way too high and I wondered just how many stairs Lucifer climbed to take me there. But I knew there was no way down without dying. Not from that height. I would have to make it to ground level and escape.

First... I had to find my way out of the maze known as his castle. Running back to the door that Lucifer brought me through, I peeked out of the unlocked door.

For a moment I was struck at how it was left unlocked. Perhaps they didn't expect Lucifer's spell to wear off so fast, for that, I was grateful. But regardless, no one was in the hall so I breathlessly began to race down the empty halls, my boots echoing with each step. Finding staircases that would take me down was the most difficult part. I had no idea where to look and I found some pretty terrifying things as I went from room to room.

It's not that it was entirely creepy running through the Demon King's castle. It was the normal Devildom architecture that I was familiar with. I was just high on the anxiety that someone could jump out at any moment and grab me.

I wished that I had my DDD to call Satan to direct me through this place. Or for Beelzebub or Mammon to fly by one of the windows and save me.

But no such luck.

Even worse, upon opening one of the doors, I was shoved forward by an unexpected gust of wind, the door slamming shut behind me. The room was dark except for the fire that was illuminating a gigantic chair that was before me. The room Itself was huge, no doubt to compensate for the being that resided in that chair.

I didn't have a chance to rise from my hands and knees when a terrifyingly deep and gravelly voice echoed through the silent room, "Who dares disturb me from my slumber?" I had a feeling I would have collapsed on weak knees if I'd had the chance to stand. But who was this man sleeping in the castle? The chair creaked and I prepared myself to face the worst. Only... a man emerged and I wasn't sure how to feel about his appearance. His white brushed-back hair, his kempt beard, his beautifully made clothes, all tied together by his royally intimidating stature. There was only one thing in all of the Devildom that I could label this man: Lord Diavolo's father. I found myself shaking yet again but I couldn't find my voice in his mighty presence.

However, my relief at seeing this mostly-human-looking King was short-lived. He didn't seem to notice me as I cowered at the door and an even larger demon form took his place. His features were skeleton-like and the horns atop his head nearly reached the extended ceiling above. He roared angrily in the near-silent room, "SHOW YOURSELF!"

Shaking horribly, I rose to my weak legs and faced the terrifying King. "I- I'm sorry, your- your highness. I didn't m- mean to-"

"Silence!" I flinched at how loud his voice was to my ears. His gold, glowing eyes pierced me and he spoke again with his voice reverberating through the room and myself, "What is this?" He sounded grumpy, displeased and I yelped as his large hand reached down, large enough to completely wrap around me as he held me up to have a look at my shivering form. "A lowly little human has made their way into my chambers. Your soul is deliciously pure. How... annoying that we can't afford a war over this." With his sharp claws, he opened the door of his room and practically threw me out against the opposite wall. "I'll have no hesitation in eating my son's plaything next time."

The door slammed and I was left on the floor with wide, terrified eyes. But... his son's plaything? Right! Diavolo! I was running from Diavolo and no doubt he heard the King's bellowing! I was sure it shook the whole palace!

Getting back to my feet I resorted back to my running down the halls and flying down more sets of stairs. I was certain I was getting closer to my freedom with each step. Until the next level where I inconveniently ran into demon servants. "Huh? That's the human! Catch it!" Barely escaping their hands, and running back up the stairs I came down, I paused, finding myself surrounded by two unfamiliar demons. "Don't move, human. We will hurt you!"

"Stay back!" But they didn't heed my useless warning. They came straight at me. Backing into the railing, I raised my hands, blinding them with an unknown light. I had no idea what I'd just done, but as they fell down the stairs in pain, I took it as my chance to run back up the stairs and find a different way down to ground level.

But I paused on an overhanging floor that showed the level below. Kneeling beside the bars of the railing I looked down and held my breath at spotting Barbatos. "The King is very displeased, my Lord. But it seems (Name) (Last Name) is lost somewhere in the palace."

"Find them. They will be dealt with for this disobedience."

I inhaled sharply at Diavolo's threat and Lucifer's head twitched. I instantly fell back away from the railing. "What was that?"

"(Name)..."

Stumbling back to my feet, I ran down the hall, not recognizing that particular path. I'd never been there before. I paused at the end of the hall. There were a series of stairs there, but... if Diavolo or anyone else were on any other floor they would easily see me with how open that particular part of the palace was. Still, it wasn't like I had any other choice. I ran down the stairs, going from floor to floor.

"My Lord!"

Panic filled me at the voice of Barbatos. I knew he was nearby but I couldn't see him. Did that mean I was found so soon? I couldn't take any chances as I ran down the nearest hallway.

"Barbatos, go around. There is no way out. Lucifer, follow me."

I couldn't believe my energy was already running out. My breath was coming out in labored pants and I couldn't bring myself to run much faster than I was already going. To make matters worse, I heard the sound of footsteps falling behind me and getting closer for every second that I fell behind.

An arm pulling me back, made me screech in fright as I was held against someone's chest. "Enough fighting. It’s over."

But I couldn't listen. Just because I was caught didn't mean I would let Lucifer make me feel like all hope was lost. My hands started glowing again much to my surprise and Lucifer gasped, releasing me as his torso came into contact with my hands. They weren't... hot. But backing away from Lucifer I could see the scorch marks that burned through his shirt and touched his skin in angry red prints.

We stared at each other in heavy, confused silence before I turned and started to run again. Only, I didn't get far this time.

Diavolo was on top of me in an instant and I was face down on the stone floor. "MMPH!"

The light from my hands was enough to blind him, but straddling me from behind, he kept me pinned down with my still-glowing hands extended above me.

It was difficult to breathe, but he wasn't lessening his weight until he was sure I wouldn't run. "Stop fighting, (Name). You want to know what this power is, don't you?" I stilled slightly, though I was still breathing heavily. "The blood of an angel flows through you." He moved my hair to one side and drawled, "If you continue to misbehave, all I have to do is sink my teeth into this soft flesh of yours and poison your angel blood with my demon toxins." I clenched my jaw in fear and my breathing picked up as I felt his breath tickling my skin, his teeth grazing my shoulder, ever so slightly, just enough to bring involuntary tears to my eyes. I felt his breath waver as he chuckled against me. "Good. Barbatos, the chains."

So, that's what he was laughing at. He scared me so badly that the power my hands were glowing with went out. Still pinned, I could do nothing as they clipped metal restraints over my hands to keep my powers at bay. But even those chains were connected to more that connected my ankles so close together that it would be impossible to run once they lifted me off of the floor

I was still shaking when Diavolo laid a hand on my shoulder and directed me where to walk. Stairs were tricky things, but he had no problem lifting me off of the floor and carrying me up each flight.

But I was slowly beginning to recognize my surroundings. My eyes widened. This was where the grimoire was! Sensing my alarm, Lucifer explained, "We're going to return the angelic powers you gained through touching the grimoire. Then we'll decide what we’re doing with you."

My head began to pound the closer we got to the demon book and I faltered in my step, looking down as a sharp pain echoed through my head.

The cuffs around my hands began to glow, though I had no idea how to control it. "(Name)..."

The way Diavolo said my name sounded like a warning to behave. But I couldn't help it. Trying to hold back the powers only seemed to make my headache worse. I whined, "I- I can't!" I fell back against a wall as the cuffs around my hands were blasted off by the pure energy coming off of me.

With my threatening powers displayed, Diavolo pinned me down yet again in the same position as last time. "That is quite enough."

I had a feeling I knew what was going to happen if I couldn't reel in my powers and Diavolo seemed very ready to sink his teeth into me just like he promised. "Ah! N- No! It hurts!"

He leaned in closer. "What hurts?"

I wished he would get off of me. "They hurt. They're too strong! It won't stop!" I wasn’t lying about not being able to control the new powers, but at the same time, I was trying to stall him from killing me. If he thought I was in pain, would he still kill me in cold blood?

"Lord Diavolo..." Lucifer said his name tentatively, but Diavolo was determined.

Diavolo nodded his head. "I will kill her."

"No!" I sobbed and the tears that I'd been holding back came rushing forward in an ugly mess. "No! I don't- I don't want t- to die!"

Brushing my hair aside again, Diavolo whispered, his breath brushing the soft area between my shoulder and neck, "It will be over in a moment."

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intoanothermind · 4 years

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The Glue - Part One

T H E G L U E

Word Count: 2.4k words

Synopsis: Glue or Variable? This is the big question about Frankie's existence. Assigned to the same role as Newt in WCKD's Lethal Experiments, Frankie suddenly realizes that she will become just a variable to activate brain reactions in her former Group A friends. Without memories and being the only girl among several boys, she has the feeling of already knowing some of them. The new question that matters to WCKD is: will Frankie play her role as a variable correctly?

- Newt x OC (Frankie)

Masterlist

Part 2>

(This will be a miniseries of Newt from Maze Runner. It will consist of 7 parts and a spin-off. I won’t do a reader insert as usual, but you will soon understand why.)

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P A R T O N E

The first thing I felt when I woke up was a void.

Not a void around me. But the emptiness I felt was in my mind. I tried to pull something, some memory or something else. Any answer or reminder of how I end up there. But nothing came. After a second, I realized I was in a moving metal elevator and was surrounded by boxes. Waking up suddenly with a bump in some sort of elevator was scary. Maybe nothing coming to mind when trying to pull a memory was more frightening. I had the basic notion that I was in a vertically moving elevator, that I was surrounded by boxes and that I was alone, but I didn't know how to get that prior knowledge. No memory came to my mind and that terrified me. Nothing that answered the basics when, with whom, why and how.

A name came to my mind.

Frankie.

Somehow I knew that was my name.

But nothing else came to mind. My last name? My age? My parents’ names? Anything.

A bump in the elevator brought me back to reality and my body was thrown forward. I hit some boxes, but somehow my face hit one of the walls of the elevator. An agonizing pain arose in my cheek and I felt a metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I leaned against the wall where I fell, feeling the metal wire in my fingers. I looked around, trying to see more than I could. Darkness prevented me. The noise of chains filled my ears and irritated me. The constant movement made me uneasy and not knowing where I was made me disconcerted. I looked up, seeing endless darkness above me. The end was still far away.

I wanted to scream for help, but I knew it was no use. I looked at the boxes; an idea forming in my mind. I watched them from the outside and realized that all, without exception, came with the acronyms WICKED on the side. I set that aside and opened them, finding mostly supplies. I had no idea why there were supplies in a box in an elevator, but I wouldn't mind that for now. I searched a few more and found a machete in one of them. I smiled mischievously, picking it up and closing the box again. I sat on the floor, placing the machete between two boxes, but still within my grasp. I didn't know who or what awaited me at the end of the elevator ride, and I didn't want to find out. I was already confused enough.

I sighed, cringing between the boxes, and waited.

I waited.

I don't know how long - whether it was hours or just minutes - but it seemed like forever. In addition to the bruised left cheek, I also got a superficial cut on the forearm. Suddenly something in that scenario changed. A squeak startled me and a sudden jolt knocked me to the floor. I landed on my shoulder, which sent a pained electricity through my arm and torso. The elevator swayed less and less until it stopped, and I managed to get back to the starting position with my hand next to the machete. The elevator stopped and the silence became uncomfortable after so long with the clang of metal against metal.

I counted mentally. Five minutes and no one had yet appeared. I didn't know why I was waiting for someone, but I just waited. I was curious to know why I had a feeling someone was waiting for me too. Fear invaded me and I wanted to scream for help, but I knew it would do no good, I didn't need my throat to scratch until I lost my voice. A high-pitched squeak from above caught my attention and my body tensed, waiting for any threat. My fingers brushed the handle of the machete as the creak revealed to have come from double sliding doors being forced open. The light flooded my eyes and I closed them quickly as I shrank closer between the boxes. I had the advantage of being small.

And then, voices.

“Where's the newbie?”

“There, the shank is hiding!”

“No return ticket, Greenbean!”

“It’s small! Company to Chuck?”

Some words were unfamiliar to me and some voices seemed familiar. They were all together and mingled, and I could barely identify a few sentences. I parted my fingers and saw between them, without uncapping my face. At first I saw only shapes, but then they began to come into focus and I noticed that above the open elevator doors were boys. Several of them and more than a dozen. They looked at me with curious eyes and pointed with disdain. I didn't know how many they were, and they looked as different from each other as I was from them, but they all had one thing in common: dirty, wrinkled clothes, as if they'd taken some hard work to greet me.

Varied feelings flooded me all at once, especially as I realized that there were no girls around. I didn't know what they were capable of, and I didn't trust those boys. The fear grow in me and I felt my body shuddering as I cringed even more behind one of the larger boxes. A few more buzzes from the boys, and the elevator floor next to me shuddered with a thud. I widened my eyes, a little scared. Over the crate, I watched a boy approaching. Slim, incredibly tall and I must say, handsome. Dirty blond hair and deep dark brown eyes. My heart skipped a beat when I looked straight into his eyes. I crouched behind the box, trying to look invisible. The moment the boy pushed the box away, the machete in my hand was pointing at his chest.

“It's a girl!” He exclaimed in a strange accent, his eyes wide looking more surprised that I was a girl than having a machete pointed at his chest.

And then the murmurs grew louder and more annoying.

“Girl?!”

“How is this possible?”

“Hot?”

“Little. And pretty.”

I frowned, annoyed .

“Who are you?!” I asked, and though my hand shook slightly, my voice was steady. It was a little strange to hear it, but I thanked for the hours or minutes of silence. They prevented my throat from hurting when I used my vocal cords.

“We’re the ones to who ask!” Exclaimed the boy in front of me.

“Answer already!” I insisted, finally holding the machete without shaking.

“Oh, the Greenie is feisty!” I heard the comment coming from one of the boys above us and my expression closed as I cast a fierce look toward them.

“Don’t. Call me. Like this.” I growled at them.

“Calm calm.” the cute blond boy said, not moving an inch from where he was. " We won't hurt you, shank, I promise."

I squinted at him suspiciously, but something in his calm expression made me believe him. The glint in his dark eyes gave me an assurance that I haven’t had so far, and I believed he wouldn’t do anything to me.

I really believed it.

But I didn't believe in the others.

I squinted at the others, still suspicious of them. I didn't like the comments they made about me at all, and I didn't care about throwing the machete into my hand toward them. The blond boy seemed to realize that.

“Hey, you shanks!” He shouted at the boys. “Get the hell out of here!”

I realized immediately that he had enough authority with the boys when the crowd was slipping away little by little. Until remained only a dark skinned boy, looking at us with a serene air of superiority. In a way, I didn't have a good first impression, although it didn't come to me the familiar feeling when I saw the blonde. I didn't trust the dark one as I trusted the blonde.

“Alby, please.” Asked the blonde.

The boy, however, didn’t move away. "I don't trust her, Newt."

"And neither does she in you, if you didn't notice, you shucking slinthead!" Replied the blonde, Newt.

"If Greenie runs off like the others, you'll have to throw her at The Slammer." Said Alby, before leaving us too.

I looked back at Newt, who was now looking straight at me. I didn't lower the machete and he didn't seem to mention it. He sighed, and I could almost see the gears swirling in his mind as he watched me closely. I watched him as well. He had a tall lean body, but not without muscles. There was some weaponry attached to his back and I wondered if it was a machete like the one in my hand. Newt sat across from me, leaning against the side wall. I didn't lower my machete and was curious. Wouldn't he ask me to take it down?

He was silent and so was I.

I don't know how long we stayed like this, just staring at each other. Maybe the same amount of time I'd been stuck in the elevator on the way here, I couldn't tell. But then, when I thought eternity had passed, Newt spoke up.

“What do you remember?” He asked, his voice sounding reassuring.

A lump formed in my throat and I felt like crying.

“Just my name.” I whispered back.

Newt swallowed and looked around, and I thought maybe he wasn't used to crying girls in front of him. I did my best not to be.

“Can I?” He asked cautiously, approaching me. He was referring to the machete. I wrinkled my nose but didn't give it to him. Instead, I just lowered it down and kept it close to me. “I'm Newt.” He said, sitting just in front of me, but at a safe distance.

“Frankie.” I answered softly.

“That's a beautiful name, Greenie.” Newt said, smiling.

I frowned. "Why do you keep calling me that?"

“That's what we call the Newbies.” He shrugged.

A few more minutes without a word, until I finally decided to clear up my doubts.

“Where are we? Why are we here? Why don't I remember anything?”

“Hey, calm down, Newbie, that's a lot of questions.” Newt commented, laughing, and I felt my heart beating faster, as if I should know that laugh.

I blushed slightly and shook my head, making my hair fall around my face like curtains.

“I'll answer tomorrow, all right?” he suggested. “You must be tired and might be better leave the tour with Alby to tomorrow.”

I sighed, but from his tone I realized that it would be no use to retort.

“Ready to go up? The Box cannot be here forever.” Newt asked, and I eyed the elevator opening warily. Newt laughed at the realization. "Relax, Frankie/ Y/N, I promised I wouldn't let them attack you, didn't I?"

I took a deep breath, trying to gather as much courage as possible. Finally, I nodded. Newt smiled at the answer and stood up. He went to one end of the elevator and started shouting for someone. Minho, from what I understand from his words. Then came a dark and Asian boy. Handsome as well, but not as much as Newt. I blushed at my thoughts, but recovered when a rope was thrown in front of me with the end tied by a knot. I looked confused at Newt.

“To go up.” He answered simply.

I shrugged, putting the machete on the belt that held my pants, and tucked my foot in the noose. Not long after the Asian's hands grabbed me around the waist and pulled me up. I moaned as the bruise on my forearm rubbed against the elevator wall.

“Are you alright?” Asked the Asian, frowning and I just nodded.

I was not afraid of him as much as I was of the others. Something in my mind sparked at the sight of his eyes, but when I tried to sneak the memory out, it escaped. Soon he sent the rope back to the elevator and soon after Newt appeared. I helped who I assumed to be Minho pull him up. And as he gathered himself, I took the opportunity to look around. A big courtyard as far as I could see, or as far as the four gray stone walls covered with thick ivy in uneven patches. They were tall, incredibly high walls, and I would guess they would average 100 meters. They formed a perfect square around the courtyard and were just split in half by openings as high as the walls and, in my view, led to walls.

I widened my eyes and looked more closely at the details.

Huge blocks of stone, some cracked with grass and weeds on one side. A strange construction of wood, with apparent three - or four - floors, surrounded by trees, seemed about to fall. In another corner, plantations of various kinds. I could see pens with animals like sheep, pigs, and cows in another corner, and in the last of them a wide grove occupied the space. The sky was cloudless, and yet, even without the clear sign of the sun, the light was clear.

I turned to Newt and the Asian boy.

“What the hell is this place? And what the hell am I doing here?!” I asked.

The Asian laughed. “Calm down, girl, it's too many hells for a few shanks.”

I rolled my eyes, just like Newt.

“Quiet, Asian boy.” I muttered.

Newt laughed as the boy scowled.

“I liked your new nickname, Minho.”

“Can you answer me?!” asked again.

Newt sighed. “Rest first, questions later. We'll get you a hammock.”

I widened my eyes at the thought of sleeping next to those boys.

“We'll find you a farther place, Newbie.” Minho assured.

I took a deep breath before following them.

I knew I could trust them.

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Love Maze »12

Previous » Next Series Masterlist ▎ 18+ ▎ pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ▎ genre: School AU, crack humor, smut, angst, ETL, slow burn, fluff. ▎ word count: 14.4k ▎ ch.warnings: cursing, just two boys that are dumb for and to each other, fluffy fluff, jealousy, dom!tae, sub!jk, fingering, anal, car sex.

Co-writer: @velvetwicebang ♡♡♡

When the next morning arrived, everyone could sense the new grown tension between Jungkook and Taehyung.

It wasn’t like before, where they’d shoot dirty looks at each other from across the room just for the hell of it, adding on to their small feud.

Tae couldn’t even face Jungkook’s direction, much less glare at him for yesterday’s events.

He knew he had some fault in the matter..

But still, Taehyung was one stubborn guy. Part of him was hoping that Kook would reach out to him first.

Of course, that didn’t happen.

The elder sat with Haechan and the others during breakfast, picking out the sugary marshmallows from his cereal, curious eyes occasionally wandering over to his usual table.

Jungkook was just as stubborn, still upset over the words Tae had thrown at him during last night’s argument. It was not something Kook would easily forget... But, a part of him wondered why Taehyung even chose to say it in the first place? He stormed out, and no apology was ever received. It was fucked up.

School sucked, he missed having the elder around. Now, instead, he was back to either lingering among his hyungs, or being all by himself.

Honestly, he just wanted to be left alone for a bit, and after a long struggle with his team they finally gave in to giving the younger space.

Jungkook grabbed his tray as he walked across the dining hall, his eyes quickly found Taehyung sitting with his other friends. The friends that apparently had called him slurs…

Before he'd let Tae notice that he was looking, he sauntered over to his usual table, not bothered by the fact that people definitely were looking at him

One, some simply stared because they knew he's gay.

Two, others stared because usually, he doesn't sit by himself.

Three, because now somebody suddenly thumped down on their ass across from Jungkook, and it was probably the last person Jungkook wanted, or expected to see. Even Taehyung would've been a preferred face than this one.

''Hey, Jungkookie.'' Ash rested his chin on top of his palm, elbow firmly pressing into the table. A small smile creeped on his face, a scar adorning his lower lip as a trophy from Taehyung's fist.

Taehyung was one of the people who was definitely looking at him, furrowed eyes following Jungkook’s every move as if everyone else in the cafeteria was just a speck of dust— irrelevant and unimportant.

The elder brought the small milk carton up to his lips, still keeping an eye on Kook over Kai’s shoulder, wondering why the younger was sitting on his own.

However, because of someone, Tae didn’t wonder about that for long.

As soon as he saw Ash approach Jungkook, the carton in Taehyung’s hand became his enemy.

The boy’s grip tightened around it, and if it wasn’t for Haechan who called him out on his weird behavior, strawberry milk would’ve most likely exploded everywhere.

What the hell was Ash doing?

It was killing Taehyung, not knowing.

Jungkook's eyes met Ash's, the knot of anxiety in the younger's gut was suddenly so tight that his appetite was nonexistent.

''What do you want?''

Ash leaned back against his chair with his arms crossed,gaze roaming the younger, falling on the bandaged hand.

''What happened?'' Completely ignoring Jungkook’s question, he seemed concerned.

''Why do you care?'' Jungkook scoffs, now seemingly annoyed. However, he was more uncomfortable and anxious than anything. Just the fact that there's people around was the one thing soothing his nerves.

''Of course I care, Kook...'' Ash sighs, ''You sat here all by yourself, so I wanted to check on you. Where's that.. Taehyung guy, hm? Finally got rid of him?''

Jungkook's tongue prodded his cheek, slamming his fist against the table-- startling nearby people. But not Ash, he expected this reaction.

''I suppose I was right.'' Ash shrugged, ''I'm still down if you need to.. relieve some tension.''

''You're sick.'' Kook growled lowly, not bothering to grab his tray before getting up and storming out of there, leaving an amused Ash still seated.

The latters eyes found Taehyung's, a small nod in acknowledgement followed before his wolfish grin grew. Ash was a predator, slowly getting back into the life of its prey. One way or the other, he loved the struggle of getting there.

But they didn't know that.

When Taehyung’s sour gaze clashed with Ash’s devilish stare from across the room, his lips twisted up in the form of a small snarl, wanting nothing more than to punch that unsettling grin off his face.

Whatever it was that Ash said to Jungkook, Tae didn’t like it one bit. And apparently Kook thought the same thing, walking out of the dining hall to god knows where.

Taehyung wanted to go after him, to check in.. but stubborn was his middle name, so he stayed put.

The rest of the day was shit, it consisted of Tae contemplating whether or not to shoot Kook a message. What would it say? He had no fucking clue.

Along with constantly contemplating, Taehyung spent most of his classes just.. thinking. Thinking about what happened, Jungkook’s condition, and what the hell his next move was going to be.

It scared Tae— that their relationship could be over without him even knowing. For all he knew, Kook might’ve already made up his mind.

When it was finally time to get out of there, Taehyung didn’t bother waiting for the younger in the common area, roughly pushing on the busy doors and walking out to the parking lot, squinting his eyes from the bright sun.

He had to admit, the passenger seat felt a little empty without Jungkook’s butt on it.

It was a bright day, but Tae wasn’t.

Jungkook's mind was flooded as he was walking down the hallway towards the exit. As he reached the common area, he automatically searched for Taehyung's form by the doors, and a piece of him felt his stomach twist when he was nowhere to be seen.

Not that he would've gone with him anyway. Why would he?...

He still wasn't sure what was going on, but this must mean that Taehyung surely meant to leave everything as it was, his last words still sore in Kook's heart.

Now, on top of this entire mess, Ash had resurfaced to bother his mind. What the fuck does he mean, 'relieve some tension' ? He pops up as soon as Jungkook is alone and assumes he's free to fuck?

Psycho.

Jungkook pushed through the doors with his backpack tightly strapped against his shoulder, the bright sun hitting his eyes.

''Ah..'' It was nice. Perfect running weather, honestly. And what better way to give his mind a break than exercise. He took advantage of the moment, putting the backpack on properly as he started to walk, gradually speeding up into a jog.

Maybe he'd give Jisoo-noona a knock.

“Yuna.. please? For mommy?”

Jisoo was in the middle of trying to feed the iron-willed girl, attempting to airplane the spoonful of baby food into the sobbing girl’s mouth.

She even added sound effects— knowing how much her daughter loved them— but it was no use.

On any other day, carrots were her favorite. But today, Yuna needed Froot Loops, completely disregarding any other kind of food until she got what she wanted.

“What kind of mom would I be if I just let you eat unhealthy things?”

Jisoo sighed, pulling a handful of her hair away from Yuna’s determined fist.

A second later, and the knocking on her door gave her an excuse to shift her attention from the loud crying, running her fingers through her bird nest of hair before unlocking the door, not looking to see who was on the other side.

“What do— Jungkook?”

Shit. Her worn out expression flushed with color, embarrassed that the younger had to see her like this— baby food adorning her oversized shirt, eye bags under her eyes, hair looking like it hasn’t been combed in years, ‘’Oh, uhm.. come— come in! Sorry, about this.”

Jisoo signaled over her appearance with an exhausted exhale, Yuna’s crying ringing in the background, “It’s been a rough day.” She forced out a chuckle, rubbing at her arm.

“Anyways! How was school?”

The woman walked over to where her daughter was, trying to calm her down.

Jungkook's eyes widen momentarily at her messy state, stepping inside as he shrugs.

''It was, uh, a day. Okay I guess.''

As he makes his way inside, he follows Jisoo towards the sound of the crying child, approaching the little one with a smile, ''Oh, somebody's grumpy!''

Jungkook felt his past worries wash away for a moment when he sees Yuna's expression morph from her stubborn cries to wide doe eyes, a small coo at the sight of Kook.

She was so cute, and feeling that her pure joy was immediate from seeing him, he felt excited too, his childlike bunny-smile evident as he reaches out to ruffle her soft hair,

''Mood swings at this age, huh?''

“You can say that again..” Jisoo tiredly mumbled, sitting down on the floor cross-legged.

While she stirred the small jar of food, she spared the newcomer a quick glance.

“Just okay? Did you and Taehyung talk? Say aah..” The woman guided the spoon into Yuna’s mouth, who happily obliged this time around, big eyes still glued on the guy whom she’s gotten used to seeing. The shift didn’t go unnoticed by Jisoo, who suddenly wished that Jungkook would come over everyday if it meant that her daughter would be less fussy.

Also.. he was nice to talk to.

Jungkook slumped down on the floor next to Jisoo, making small faces at Yuna to keep her happy as she mindlessly accepted every spoonful from her mother at this point.

He glances over at Jisoo, a shake of his head accompanying his response.

''He didn't even look at me, so I.. I didn't either.''

He sighs quietly, but then he shrugs, ''It's whatever, right? How are you?'' His eyes observe her, she looks really tired, ''Are you getting enough rest? I could help with Yuna ..'' He offered without hesitation, a little surprised himself. But in all honesty, he really did enjoy it here-- even if he barely knew either of the girls. It just felt very homey. Caring. And since last night, noona felt like somebody he could lean on, so he wanted to be the same for her.

The woman’s face morphed from serious to surprised.

Serious, because she felt a little bad about the fall out of both boys’ relationship. The understanding part of her wanted them to resolve their conflicts, communicate.

After the short pizza gathering the other day, Jisoo felt like she earned herself some new friends. Even though she only knew them for a short period of time, the woman felt like they were genuine people.

And genuine people belong together, no?

However... She also enjoyed spending alone time with Jungkook, which is why her weary eyes widened after making out the latter’s unexpected offer.

Help with Yuna..?

No guy has ever volunteered to help, all of them would scram the moment they knew she had a daughter. But Jungkook, he was different.

Jisoo’s gaze softened, a sincere smile tugging at her lips.

She momentarily stopped feeding the baby, resting one hand on Jungkook’s thigh.

He’s a sweetheart..

“Don’t worry about me, okay? And don’t be silly. You need to focus on your studies!”

Afterwards, Yuna let out a high-pitched squeal, as if she was agreeing with Jisoo.

Jungkook barely noticed nor put any thought to the hand on his thighs, simply shrugging once more with a smile.

''I have great grades. Besides, it's really not a big deal to me-- if you need some help..'' His eyes find Yuna, his infectious smile appearing again, ''Don't be afraid to ask. You need to take care of yourself too.''

He reaches to gently grab the baby food and spoon from Jisoo's hands, wanting to try it out himself as he scoops a small spoon of food to guide it to the little one's mouth, his own mouth opening wide as he speaks, ''Aaaahh~''

Yuna mimics his movements, happily eating as she giggles at his shenanigans.

He really was good with babies.

Jisoo didn’t say anything else after that, and instead just gazed at the side of Kook’s face as he fed Yuna.

Her heart was beating really fast, this wasn’t good..

With a fond smile, the woman flicked her attention back on her daughter. Her hand had yet to scurry away from Jungkook’s thigh, thumb caressing over the fabric of the boy’s jeans.

“Why is it that she seems to like you more than me?”

Jisoo pouted, leaning her body weight against the other’s shoulder, huffing out of jealousy.

Jungkook stiffened slightly, suddenly hyper aware of the way she leaned against him. It felt different-- one, it wasn't Taehyung.. Two, it wasn't terrible. It was nice in a way. He felt like Jisoo finally felt comfortable with him, kooks innocent mind only taking it as a friendly touch.

"I doubt that... maybe because I havent had to tell her no yet" he chuckles, shoulders shaking lightly with it as he feeds Yuna the remaining food before he's finished, "You ate it all! Good job!" He grins, clapping his hands in joy, which brings yuna to mimic the movements with a small squee, "Noona, did you have dinner yet? I'm hungry too."

The woman now sat up a little straighter, eyes crinkled as she clapped along with Jungkook, enjoying the sweet feel of it all.

She didn’t think further into it for long, knowing Kook was still caught up on Taehyung— a guy.

In that moment, Jisoo found herself wondering about the boy’s sexuality..

Not that it was any of her business, but, was there a possibility that he was bisexual? You know.. into women?

Kook’s words pulled her out of it, though; her vision coming back to focus.

Jisoo felt awful for even thinking of that. After all, she promised herself no dating.

Caring for Yuna was her top priority.

“I didn’t yet.. would you like me to make you something?” The woman asked, walking into her kitchen only to rummage through her pantry, tiptoeing to reach a packet of noodles.

“How does veggie noodle soup sound? I’ve been told that’s my specialty!”

Jisoo wiggled her eyebrows, waiting for an answer when more knocks made her whip her head in the direction of her front door.

Who else could it be?

Sparing Kook a questioning glance, she hesitantly walked over to the door, peeking through the peephole.

“It’s your friend, Namjoon.” Jisoo looked back at Jungkook, just as equally confused to see him here.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Joon felt like he was about to pee his pants from the nerves.

He wanted to check in on Jungkook, that was all. Nothing more.

He’d already talked to Taehyung during school today, and it didn’t hurt to see how Kook was doing as well..

The boy tried to convince himself that was the reason— and part of it was— but the truth is, he wanted to see her, Jisoo.

God, he felt like such an idiot..

''Veggie soup sounds good, next time I could--'' Jungkook was interrupted by the knocking, watching Jisoo exchange a just as confused look as he did, waiting for her to check who it is.

Namjoon? What is he doing here?

Well, the obvious, checking on Kook... But he already did yesterday, and today. Namjoon surely is a worried father figure in Jungkook's life.

Namjoon shifted the weight on his feet, anxiously waiting for the door to open, and when it did, he was kind of disappointed to see that it was Jungkook who opened it and not Jisoo.

''Hyung, I'm okay, don't worry too much about me.'' Jungkook attempted a smile to soothe the elders' nerves.

''Ah, well, I had to check... You know me,'' He chuckled awkwardly, rubbing his nape as he cranes his neck to catch a glimpse of Jisoo in the back.

''How's your, uh.. Friend?''

Internally. smacking. himself.

He really was a sneaky fox when it came to everything; except women.

Jungkook's eyebrows raised in mild surprise, glancing over his shoulder at his noona. He turns back to Joon, leaning in to whisper his next words.

''She's really exhausted, so I'm helping out.''

Joon nods, a tightness of worry in his gut at the words. He wanted to help too,

''Well....'' Should he offer it? No, it's too weird, isn't it, ''You're kind, Kook. I'm glad you're well.''

Namjoon left it at that, trying to conceal his inner dissatisfaction as he flashed Jungkook a dimpled smile. Nonetheless, he was happy to see the younger less.. out of it. At least something good flourished from his last minute visit.

Joon shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans before walking out of the apartment building; still not knowing a thing about the woman who caught his eye.

“This was so stupid..” He sourly mumbled to himself, ruffling his own hair out of frustration.

Why must he have a crush?

Namjoon knew that was only a recipe for embarrassment, a lot of stuttering, and a reckless heart.

Joon couldn’t afford to take in all of that, not when there was a big game near.

But.. maybe afterwards, he’ll ask Jisoo out.

The boy nodded to himself, feeling more confident compared to a few seconds ago.

Yeah, that’s what he was going to do.

For now, though, he had to worry about what he’d include in tomorrow’s practice. Namjoon wanted to make sure that all of his guys were confident; him included.

The following day, Taehyung strolled into the locker room a little later than everyone else, exhausted.

The boy barely got any sleep last night, and it seemed like every time he’d try to close his eyes, an electric rush of guilt would stream through his veins.

Tae knew he couldn’t sleep it off, confrontation appeared to be the remedy he’s been needing.

His favorite.

Safe to say, Taehyung wasn’t looking forward to speaking to Jungkook today..

For all he knew, Kook would ignore him; disregard the speech he’s practiced in head over and over again— and for a valid reason.

Tae knew he acted like an ass.

The elder anxiously waited until everyone else evacuated the locker room, stealing quick glances at Jungkook before his fingers wrapped around the latter’s wrist, stopping him from leaving like the others.

“Hey..”

His voice came out weaker than he would’ve liked, causing Taehyung to visibly gulp as he shifted his attention from Kook’s bandaged hand to his doe eyes, gaze serious.

“Can we, uh, talk?” Tae added a soft, “please?”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows, a bit surprised. Taehyung hadn't said a single word, not even spared him a look since their argument. Well, that kook knew of..

But he stopped, turning his body towards the elder as he kept his gaze fixed on Tae.

He looked anxious.

But Jungkook did want to hear what he had to say, he would be lying if he claimed anything else.

"Hm..." His eyes flickered over to the way Tae didn't let go of his wrist, "Okay." He nods, anxious for what he'd have to say.

An apology? Or an excuse? Would he officially break up? Kook felt his mind swirl with every possible scenario, he had to sit down.

Taehyung refused to let go of Jungkook’s wrist, the contact easing his stress somewhat.

He took a seat beside Kook on the nearby bench, his grip around Kook loosening along with his stiff shoulders.

“So..”

He looked down at the younger’s hand on his lap, eyes scanning around the bandage as he gathered his messy thoughts, trying to seem less nervous than he actually was.

“About what happened— the fight. I’m.. I’m sorry.”

Taehyung’s jaw clenched down, angry at himself for the hurtful words he mindlessly threw out at Jungkook.

“I didn’t mean any of it. I-I’m not embarrassed to be seen with you, and I know I should work on not giving a fuck about what people think..”

With a heavy sigh, Tae looked up at Jungkook, afraid of his reaction even though he’d just started. He wanted to make sure he was doing this right.

“I said some really fucked up things, Kook, and.. I just, I just need you to understand that not a single ounce of me meant any of it. About your parents... I never should’ve brought that up. I know you don’t blame me for that, I'm just— I’m an asshole, that’s it.”

Taehyung scoffed, taking a moment to blame himself some more.

“What we have, or had.. it’s normal. Our relationship, it’s normal. When we kiss each other, that’s normal! When we hug, fuck— all of it! That was normal.”

The elder let out a shaky breath, squeezing tighter onto Jungkook’s wrist, afraid that it would be the last time.

“I’m fucking sorry. If.. if you want to break up, I-I understand but just know that I regret everything I said.”

Jungkook sat in silence, his gaze fixated on the locker across from him. He stared, blankly as he listened to every single word coming out of Taehyung's mouth.

Slowly, he processed it all, the seconds of silence felt like an eternity for the two of them-- Most likely tortuous for Taehyung.

As the words hit Jungkook, he felt his heart stuck in his throat, this uncomfortable feeling of his emotions crashing on him like a wave once more.

Fuck, he had to be this emotional, didn't he?

''Tae...'' His voice broke when he uttered his name, eyes glazing over with a layer of tears as he turned his gaze to fall on Taehyung, ''I don't want to break up with you... But I don't want to be a secret...''

Kook moved his arm, replacing the grip on his wrist with his own hand, intertwining their fingers. He sighed softly at the familiar feeling, it felt good.

''I don't expect you to... kiss me in front of everyone, or yell out that you're with me, but... I want to be able to just feel normal with you.. Hug you, hold your hand. Talk to you-- without you feeling like you have to step away from me every time somebody looks at us.''

Taehyung’s breath hitched in his throat; eyes looking into Jungkook’s glistening ones, his ears intently listening to what the latter had to say.

His heart? It was no longer drumming against his rib cage. Tae was thankful that Jungkook still wanted to be with him despite everything that went down..

Truth be told, that was what scared him the most— breaking up.

Taehyung kept quiet, gaze glued on their hands, fingers busied as they played with Kook’s smaller ones.

He took everything that the younger said into consideration, and honestly, most of it scared the shit out of him.

Holding hands.. It was so simple yet frightening. Anyone could tell Jungkook was braver than he was.

His boyfriend was fearless, and Tae admired that.

“Okay.” Was all he mustered up the courage to say, “I’ll.. I’ll try, for you.”

He smiled, truly wanting to improve for Kook. It was a relationship, Taehyung needed to remember that it wasn’t all about him. He needed to make sacrifices, and that’s what he was planning on doing.

“I missed you, you know.” The elder leaned in, eyeing Jungkook’s pretty eyes, and then his lips.

“Can I kiss you..?”

Jungkook couldn't help but smile, his lips pulling up in a toothy grin that causes his nose to scrunch up in his own cutesy way.

Taehyung would try, and that was enough. More than enough... For now.

"I missed you too," he leans in to close the small distance between their lips, feeling the warm and familiar taste of him was one of the things he missed more than anything.

And just like that, he knew that his feelings wouldn't just go away. They never did, and at this point, he doesn't think they ever will.

"I really missed you.." he repeated when he momentarily withdrew, only to lean in for another, and another...

It was addicting.

Kook’s hands reached up to cup the elders face, holding him in place to make sure this was real as he wanted nothing else than to just keep feeling Taehyung in soft, slow, and most of all-- needy kisses.

Taehyung beamed in between each messy kiss, sinking further into the younger’s yearning touch on his skin, not minding that Kook was practically squishing his face, causing his lips to jut out. On the spur of the moment, Tae shifted from his spot on the bench, lips still attached to Jungkook’s as he straddled the latter’s lap. There was no trace of lust behind it, Taehyung just.. missed him.

The elder was so into it that he failed to hear the sound of the door opening up, in coming Jimin who was sent to fetch them.

“Taehyung? Jungk— woah, uh..”

The smaller boy was sent into a shock, but not really.

It was weird, because part of Jimin wasn’t surprised by the sight, yet the other half was..

Tae’s eyes widened for that initial second, feeling himself wanting to shrink up from embarrassment. But, he still didn’t budge from his boyfriend’s lap.

“Well.. Joon wanted to know what was taking you guys so long. What— what were you two doing?” Jimin teasingly raised a brow, holding back a little smile.

Taehyung— who wanted to groan at the look his hyung was giving him— let out a soft sigh.

He nervously nibbled on the insides of his cheeks, glancing at Jungkook and then Jimin.

“I was kissing my boyfriend.”

He guessed that was a good start..

Jimin nods as he lightly shrugs, as if it was indeed an acceptable answer.

"Okay, but don't take too long!" His smile was permanently engraved at this point, taking in the sight of the two of them before turning on his heels to leave.

Jungkook purses his lips and wraps his hands around taes smaller waist to pull his body closer as soon as Jimin leaves. He cranes his neck to reach Taes lips, whining a little when he just needed the elder to bend down just a smidge.

"Remember when I told you that you've grown a lot?" Kook tightens his grasp around Taehyungs waist, fuck, did he miss feeling him underneath his fingertips.

"You did it again. A boyfriend level up~" He grins at the game reference.

Tae shook his head in utter amusement, a lopsided smile begging to be seen by the beautiful boy beneath him.

The elder opted for throwing his arms around Jungkook’s neck, hiding his warm face in the crook of the skin.

“I’m shy..” Taehyung quietly mumbled, scooting up a bit on his boyfriend’s lap so that he could hug him tighter; so that he could feel their chests move against one another with every breath they took.

Gaining the courage to look into Jungkook’s doe eyes, Tae withdrew his embrace.

“You know, it means a lot— to just.. to hear you say how much I’ve grown?”

The boy smiled, tucking one of Kook’s loose strands of hair behind his ear.

“It makes me feel good, really good.” Taehyung nodded, running his fingers through his boyfriend’s head of fluff, trying to smooth down certain parts.

“Is it just me or is your hair, like, growing. A lot.”

Taehyung leaned back a bit so as to make sure he was seeing it right.

“I like it.”

''Kim Taehyung is shy...'' Kook giggled, his chest shaking lightly as he does so,

''Ah, you think so...'' He questions, moving his head from side to side to show his overgrown locks off, shaking them lightly until the loose strands fall back on his face.

''I kind of like it too, so I guess I'll keep it growing..''

Jungkook straightens up his posture, keeping his arms wrapped around the elders waist, not ready to let go just yet, craning his neck up to stare up at his boyfriend with doe eyes.

''Doesn't it make me look kind of like a bad boy?'' Another grin pulls on his lips, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Hmm.. kinda.” Taehyung chuckled, fingers once again traveling upwards to swim through Jungkook’s curly locks, brushing the stray strands away from his eyes.

“But you’re the furthest thing from a bad boy.” The elder quickly pecked the little scar on the side of his boyfriend’s cheek, patting Kook’s chest before standing on his feet.

His Jersey slightly rose up as Taehyung outstretched his arms over his head, trying to make up for the stretches he’d most likely missed.

“Come on, before Joon sends anyone else looking after us.” Tae jokes, extending out a hand for Kook to take.

For what felt like the longest time, but in reality wasn't more than a couple days, Jungkook felt like he could genuinely smile again, grabbing Taehyung's hand without any hesitation whatsoever to pull himself up on his feet.

''He really needs a girlfriend,'' Kook whispered with a chuckle, walking up the stairs together with Tae, ''Or whatever.'' Insinuating that he really doesn't know what Joon would be into, shrugging as they make it to the court, greeted by their team that are rocking a mix of confused, excited and surprised looks.

Namjoon was a mix of all three, his hands firmly placed on his hips as he watched the two men walk together as if the previous tension from the past few days never even happened. It warmed his heart, honestly..

''Alright, everyone's here,'' Namjoon claps his hands together.

''We're getting close to the big game now, this is it-- no time to slack around! Let's do warm up, then half of the team will simulate the opponent in a match! Go!'' Joon announces, watching as everyone obliged to his orders, running his hand through his hair with a soft sigh.

The game was so close, it caused him anxiety. But... Now that things were good between his two best players, they had a shot.

By the time practice was over, Taehyung had made up his mind.

He wanted to let their friends know about their relationship, figuring that would be a better start than none.

Slowly, he’d let other people know— people whom he felt comfortable with. Which, now that Tae thought about it.. that bunch was very compact.

The big picture was, Taehyung was determined to work through his internal fears. And slowly but surely, he’d get there.

“So, uh.. guys?” The elder cleared his throat, pausing picking out the marshmallows from his cereal, instead now focused on trying to pick apart the right words.

“I have something to admit.”

Taehyung’s deep voice sounded so serious that by the time he looked up from his tray, his hyungs were staring right back at him. Somehow, that made him more anxious.

“Jungkook and I are dating.”

Silence.

Then more silence..

Jin was the first one to break the streak.

“That’s it?”

Curious as to what he meant, Tae furrowed his brows.

“Yeah..?”

“I thought we already knew this.” Hoseok awkwardly chuckled, looking around the table to see if anyone else agreed with him.

“Yeah. Shit, if that’s big news, then my name isn’t Min Yoongi.” The mint-haired boy munched on his toast, unaffected by what was just revealed.

Taehyung, on the other hand, was shocked. They were.. Fine with it?

“If that’s big news, then I wouldn’t have the biggest dick out of everyone here.” Jin joined in, smirking.

“If that’s big news, then that means I didn’t feed my brother’s fish to my cat.” Jimin shrugged.

“Okay, first of all— that’s fucked up.” Hoseok eyed the shorter boy with a grimace. “But if that’s big news, then that means Joon would’ve already had a girlfriend—“

“Alright, cut it out!” Namjoon childishly pleaded, “I had a girlfriend, for your information. She just— why am I telling you this..”

Taehyung blinked, clueless about what he’d just heard.

“So.. you guys are cool with it?”

Had he been worrying over nothing..?

"Of course we are!" Jimin sang out, his smile genuine as he glances over the group, who nods and smiles in agreement.

"Honestly, it took you long enough to tell us, but it was obvious," Yoongi shrugged.

Jungkooks grin grew with every supportive word from his hyungs, happily sipping on his milk as he leaned in a little closer to Taehtung, nudging their shoulders together in a way that would tell Tae 'See?'

"Thanks guys. It means a lot." Kook felt so relieved, his entire being vibrating with joy because he felt like Taehyung was finally admitting something this big. That they were dating.

Together.

In a relationship!

And he wasn't a secret anymore.

He felt important, and it meant the world to Kook.

"You guys are cute together," Jimin continued, leaning his chin against the palm of his hand, a soft sigh escaping his lips while gazing at the two boys in awe.

They really were adorable together, Jungkook was beaming-- and Taehyung looked almost flustered at the support he was given. He must've expected the worst.

In the past, Taehyung was sure those words would’ve made him shrivel up and cringe in his spot, but now that he was experiencing it; that wasn’t how he felt at all. Instead, the elder felt a blanket of ‘pride’ engulf him; ensuring him that there was nothing to regret.

Their friends were very accepting, the deafening worrying was a waste of his time.

Tae perceived the faintest of blushes creeping up his neck, Jimin’s comment looping around in his head.

They were cute together— possibly the cutest.

Taehyung gave Kook the pile of marshmallows he was specifically picking out for him, knowing how much his boyfriend liked them.

At the thoughtful sight, Hoseok swooned even more.

“So, tell me. Who asked who out? Were there fireworks? A bouquet of roses?!”

Jungkook shot a smile towards Taehyung, a silent thank you for his favourite thing to eat; sweets.

Happily indulging, he picks piece by piece between his delicate fingertips to eat them, filling his cheeks up as he chews, the sugar melting in his mouth.

It was almost as sweet as Taehyung was today.

The wave of questions hurling at them had Jungkook chewing faster, swallowing before opening his mouth to answer.

''It's a secret.'' The shit-eating grin on Jungkook's face grew when his hyungs groaned in disappointment, eager for more information.

''Come ooon! Give us something!'' Hoseok whined.

''I bet it was Jungkook,'' Yoongi adds with a shrug, chewing his food.

''I'm sure it must've been Taehyung, he is full of surprises these days,'' Jin snorts, pointing his fork at the two boys.

''You guys know enough, but-- I wouldn't mind some flowers,'' Jungkook smiled. It might be surprising to some, but he really does love flowers. He even has a secret plan of tattooing his birth flower on his arm, whenever his bank account would allow it.

Just like Jungkook, Taehyung was having a lot of fun messing with his hyungs’ sudden interest about their relationship— especially Hoseok, who seemed like he would combust at any given second.

Of course, Tae knew the answer, evident by the way he blushed whenever he glanced at the younger. He doesn’t think he’d ever forget about that night..

It’s gotten to a point where whenever Taehyung drives by that McDonald’s parking lot, he’s reminded of the little details.

His limp, the twinkling stars, strawberry milkshakes, Kook’s doe eyes glistening under the moonlight..

It’s an image that’s forever embedded in his brain.

“Come on, Tae! Tell us!” Jimin whined, sulking even more when Taehyung responded with a firm shake of his head.

“Nope. That’s only for us to know.” The boy smirked, shrugging his shoulders before dumping his milk into his marshmallow-free cereal, happily bringing a spoonful up to his mouth.

He crunched on the mouthful, slyly listening in to Jungkook’s side comment about flowers; making sure to jot it down on a mental list.

The day went by smoother than normal, Jungkook happily got through his classes that were separate from his boyfriends, but not once did the latter leave his giddy mind.

He couldn't wait to see him, anxiously bouncing his leg underneath the table for the bell to ring.

Chewing on the pencil in his hand, he counted down the seconds…

As soon as the bell rang, Jungkook sprung up on his feet to jog towards the common area, eyes searching for the one face he was looking for, and a wide grin adorned his face seeing Taehyung waiting by the entrance.

Everything was back to normal, and Jungkook had never been this excited to get into the crappy car that he grew fond of.

''Tae!'' he cooed, snaking his hand around the bicep of the elder.

“Hey, you seem excited to see me.” Tae gently nudged Jungkook’s shoulder with his, ruffling his boyfriend’s soft mop of hair before pushing on the doors, stepping out into another sea of students. With the way Kook had his arm wrapped around his, others’ invasive stares didn’t overlooked by Taehyung; who simply picked up his pace, kept his head down, and tried not to let people’s gazes get to him.

Truthfully, Tae was aching to withdraw himself from Jungkook’s hold, but that only resulted in internal guilt.

The elder was going to tackle this fear day by day; that was a promise.

Once they got in his car, Tae sighed and threw his head back against the headrest, hating having to wait for the string of cars already in line to merely get out of the parking lot.

He should’ve known better— just a minute after the bell and it was packed.

It was expected, school was exhausting as fuck; everyone walked around half-dead.

However, Taehyung didn’t have it that bad.

The view at his side surely kept him entertained.

“You look pretty— well, prettier than usual.” A hand snuck down to Jungkook’s thigh, giving it a playful squeeze.

His sharp eyes fell on his boyfriend’s doe ones, which were now a shade lighter from the sunlight bouncing off of them.

Fuck.. it was during moments like these where Tae wanted to kiss him.

“I missed you, a lot.”

He repeated himself, a needy sigh leaving his parted lips.

It was also during moments like these— when Jungkook’s beauty compared to no one else’s— that Taehyung wanted to paint the latter’s neck a shade of purple..

The elder’s bigger hand traveled further up, close to his boyfriend’s crotch as he spoke.

“Guess who got a ninety-percent on his Geometry test?”

He asked, gaze flickering up to Kook’s face.

“Me. Your boyfriend. Don’t you think he deserves a special reward for his hard work..?”

Jungkooks breath hitched underneath Taehyung's touch, doe eyes growing larger as their eyes met.

They've done so many things to each other at this point, and somehow it always feels like the first time, in some weird way...

"Yeah? I think he does..." Kook plays along, enjoying this much more than he thought, the initial surprise and shyness washing away as soon as he felt Tae's hand inching up his thigh.

Fuck, Taehyung was so hot when he spoke that way...

Kook's own hand would greedily move to squeeze Taehyung's thigh, the soft yet incredibly firm flesh felt amazing between his fingers. He squeezed harder, the veins underneath his skin prominent as he did so.

"What kind of reward would he like?"

An airy chuckle snuck past Taehyung’s moistened lips, who was more than pleased to find out Jungkook was down for fulfilling his lustful thirst.

Just one day without his boyfriend and Tae turned into a horn dog— he couldn’t help it. Not when the younger one looked so delicious..

His hand crept closer to Jungkook’s bulge, “Shit, there’s a lot of rewards he’d like..”

The elder’s tongue swiped over his lips, massaging at the space close to his boyfriend’s crotch.

“But, there is one that stands out to him..”

Taehyung reached for the younger’s hand, placing it on his clothed cock. Not once did he divert his strong gaze from Jungkook’s face.

“One that makes him really fuckin’ hard.”

Taehyung forcefully pressed down on his boyfriend’s hand, silently urging Jungkook to cup him with all his might— harder, just the way he liked it.

As a response, the elder felt himself begin to harden in the other’s grip.

“You.” He heavily breathed out, black fringe streaming over his eyes.

“You in this car, on your back.. all spread out ‘n pretty for him. His fat cock stuffed so deep inside of you..”

A small grunt emitted from the back of Taehyung’s throat at the mere thought.

“He’d fuck your insides until all you’re able to see is stars, baby. Until slobber is running down your chin— ah fuck..”

The elder wanted to take him right here, right now.

“Shit, that’s what he wants— that’s what he wants and more.”

Taehyung’s teeth clamped down on his bottom lip.

“So what do you say, pretty? Does that reward sound good enough for you?”

Jungkook allowed a quiet groan of his own to escape his lips at Tae’s words, nibbling on his lower lip at the mere thought of being fucked in his car.

He remembers exactly how fucking good it felt to have Taehyungs cock inside of him... shit, did he need it.

"Please..." is all he could muster to say, his eyes glazed over with the pure lust overtaking his senses, his hand cupping and massaging Taes bulge, feeling it grow harder underneath his palm.

"I want you so bad..." his voice grew needier, letting his lips part to allow another heavy breath push through. He felt greed overcome him, not hesitating to fumble with the button of his boyfriend's pants to grant him access to the one thing he wanted the most at this moment.

Normally, Jungkook would be one to tease... but not today. He missed this too much, undoing the zipper of taes pants to instead snake his hand underneath the fabrics to pull Taehyung's cock out, mouth watering at the mere sight as his gaze broke from the elders to admire the view.

Taehyung was breathy, filled with primal lust just for him. A sense of pride hits kook at the way he was also able to affect his boyfriend just as much as he affected the younger.

Taehyung’s eyebrow twitched, hands gripping at the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. With his mouth slightly agape, Taehyung felt himself quiver in Jungkook’s hand.

His rock hard dick was throbbing and lacking the proper attention it needed— which was the worst possible combination.

“Fuck.” Tae whipped his head around, looking to see if the line of cars had gone down.

He didn’t know just how much longer he could take it..

“Touch it, pretty.”

The elder instructed, hungry for even the smallest of friction.

It was better than nothing until he could drive away to somewhere a little more.. private.

“Get a feel of what your plump ass has been missing,” Taehyung’s head fell against the headrest, trying to seem unbothered as a group of students walked by his car, clueless as to what was happening just a few glances down.

Jungkook pressed his back against the cushion of his backrest, head turned towards Taehyung with a gaze fixed at the elders heaving chest, his face-- his everything.

''I've missed your cock, Tae..shit..'' He whispers with a low voice, bringing his hand to his mouth to let spit drip into his palm before bringing it back to spread the wetness across the elders tip, slowly bringing it down his length. The way the smooth skin glistened from Kook's spit was a gorgeous sight.

''Good?'' He asks with a crooked smile, now providing the friction Taehyung so desperately needed, fingers firmly wrapped around his fat cock as he uses his fully palmed grasp to stroke the entirety of it.

“Mhm..” Taehyung’s face scrunched up into one of pleasure, visibly a mess under the other’s touch as his own hands gripped tighter onto the steering wheel; imagining it were his boyfriend’s hips. His toes curled in his shoes, heavy breaths evident by the way his broad chest heaved up and down.

“Just like that,” he praised, slowly grinding into Jungkook’s busied hand, unable to stay still for a second longer— not when Kook was jerking him off so wonderfully..

“Fuck..!” Taehyung huffed, looking over his shoulder once more, his frown morphing into a smirk when he saw there weren't as many people blocking the exit.

Shit, he’s been waiting for this moment.

With one hand on the steering wheel, the elder backed out of his spot. He glanced at Jungkook with a look that read, ‘get ready’ before he sped out of there, trying so hard to focus on his driving and not the way his boyfriend’s hand was working on him.

Taehyung drove around until he found a secluded area close to a forest trail, noticing there weren’t any cars or people around to disrupt them.

It was perfect.

He turned off the engine, unbuckling himself before he reached over for Jungkook’s face, pressing their lips together into a needy, messy kiss.

As if on cue, the second Taehyung turned the engine off Kook had already snapped his belt off, meeting the elder halfway in a kiss. His hand never faltered, continuously pumping Taehyung with one ad the other settles on his knee in a tight grasp,

''I..missed...you'' He mumbled between the kisses, giving up on trying to speak at all-- instead indulging in tasting Tae's tongue with his own, small whines caught in the younger's throat.

If the definition of needy had a face, it would definitely be in the form of Jungkook.

Taehyung kissed Jungkook back with just as much passion— just as much want. The warmth of their tongues gliding again one another was almost enough to throw Taehyung over the edge; not to mention, the way his boyfriend’s fingers wrapped so smugly around his cock had a deep moan yearning to be acknowledged.

However, it was muffled against Kook’s lips.

“I fucking missed you too..” The elder pulled away, staring at Jungkook through his eyelashes.

In a desperate manner, Tae shimmied out of his jeans and boxers, letting them pool at his ankles before tugging at the fabrics attached to Kook’s skin.

In a way, he was jealous of them.

Taehyung was jealous that they got to feel Jungkook before he did.

The elder pulled his shirt over his head, kicking off his shoes and everything else that was stopping him from showing off his naked body.

“Come on, baby.”

Taehyung led the both of them to the backseats. He hovered over Jungkook, not wasting any time before splashing his neck with some color, sucking and nipping at the skin.

Jungkook allowed himself to be guided, relishing in the fact that he barely had to think, simply just feel the elder lead his own needs for the younger.

Kook had done an awful lot of thinking lately, and being nothing but in this very moment was everything he could focus on.

He had tunnel vision for the man above him, doe eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

''Fuck, yes...'' His voice was whiny, a tone he hadn't used in quite a while..

Kook spread his legs, giving Taehyung enough space to position himself between the youngers legs as he hovered above him, JK snaking his hands around Tae's torso to smooth his palms over the skin of his back, feeling the muscles flex and tense-- a guilty pleasure of Kook's.

This time, Kook had no care in the world about having his skin covered in purple, this time, he didn't have to care about who would see it.

Taehyung’s lips dragged themselves down to the younger’s chest, the tip of his nose faintly grazing against the naked skin as heavy puffs of air clashed against it.

As he tackled Jungkook’s pants, trying to undo the zipper; the elder’s mouth latched on to a spot near the boy’s collarbones, looking up at Kook through his fringe whilst he sucked on the skin, gently tugging at it with his teeth.

Once Taehyung was pleased with the way it looked, he switched over to a new spot— thinking of it as a free canvas, until he came along and claimed it as his.

By now, Jungkook’s lower clothing was tossed to the side, and Tae’s bigger hand was stuck massaging the younger’s milky thighs.

“So beautiful..” Another splash of color.

“The prettiest baby..” And another, until most of Jungkook’s chest and neck were littered with fresh hickeys.

Serves him right. Whoever tried hitting on his boyfriend would be reminded of who he belonged to, Kim Taehyung.

He no longer hovered over him, instead he let his body rest by Kook’s side, an elbow propping him up so he could take a proper look at his boyfriend’s face.

Tae’s free hand snaked down Jungkook’s body, stopping at his needy entrance.

“Gonna push it in, okay?”

He bit down on his lip as a response to feeling the younger’s warm insides, still keeping a sharp eye on Kook’s expressions.

“Baby, think you can take in all five~?”

Taehyung leaned down to lowly whisper in the boy’s ear, his middle and index fingers making scissoring motions, trying to stretch Jungkook to his full potential.

Seconds later, and the elder squeezed in another finger until it was knuckle deep.

“Want another one?” He breathed out, his own erection pressing against his boyfriend’s hip.

Jungkook loved this part almost as much as the actual fucking. Feeling Taehyungs long, strong fingers stretching his ass has him a whimpering mess already-- holy fuck did that guy know how to use his hands.

His chest heaved up and down as he was focusing on his heavy breathing, a series of cries and gasps in pleasure rolling off his lips.

"Please," his eyes quiver as they find Taehyungs, "More-- shit.... a-another one, /please/!"

“So desperate..” Taehyung amusingly breathed out through his nose, nonetheless following through with the boy’s consistent pleads. He pushed in another finger past the initial tight ring of muscle, his thumb the only one left to get wet.

From the way Jungkook seemed to be behaving, Tae knew he enjoyed it just as much.

“Still so tight. Just for me, huh?”

With the leg closest to his boyfriend’s, Tae’s knee nudged at the space in between the younger’s calf and back of his thigh, urging him to raise it up a bit so he had more access to his hole.

The elder’s set of slender fingers slammed in and out of him, the squelching noises taking over Taehyung’s senses, who wanted nothing more than to stuff Jungkook with his hand.

“Ready for the last one?”

Jungkooks head snapped from side to side, it was already an overwhelming feeling-- his body ever so responsive to the elders fingers. He doesn't know what to do with himself, so he did the one thing he could to keep himself somewhat grounded; staring up at Taehyung.

Kooks doe eyes were glazed over with a layer of tears, pupils so dilated in lust that they were almost entirely blackened out.

Seeing Taehyung this focused on making the younger feel this good... it amplified the feeling by a tenfold.

Jungkook got greedy, he wanted everything that Tae could give, nodding desperately as his body twitched when the elders fingers slammed his most sensitive spot, drawing out louder moans and a series of breathy 'yes's from kook.

With a small smirk lingering on his lips, Taehyung stared down at Jungkook, meeting the younger’s gaze as he worked his fingers inside of him.

The elder swiftly leaned down to catch Kook’s lips with his own, attempting to shush the cries of initial pain as he pushed in his last finger— shoving them in until almost all of his knuckles were engulfed by his boyfriend’s tight entrance.

Jungkook's muffled moans vibrated in his throat, eyes screwing shut from the slight pain of having all of Taehyung's fingers knuckle deep inside of him.

His body was squirming underneath the elder, skin burning with lust, just like his entire being felt like he would melt any second. He felt so full...

But not as full as he could be...Would be.

Taehyung’s mouth watered at the sinful sight from under him, his throbbing cock only awakening furthermore from the way Jungkook’s body couldn’t seem to sit still.

“Fuck.. you’re taking them in so well,” He leaned down to whisper against the younger’s mouth, his lips grazing against Jungkook’s softer ones as his fingers sank in deeper, harder.

The elder continued to pump his dripping digits inside of his boyfriend, repeatedly rubbing at the sweet spot he’d become so familiar with; his hand digging in just past his knuckles.

When Taehyung felt that was enough, he pulled his fingers out; the warmth no longer squeezing around them.

“Shit..” The boy licked over his lips, bringing his veiny hand up to his face for closer inspection.

It was drenched in Jungkook’s juices, a thick layer of clear liquid catching the light.

A proud, crooked smile appeared on Taehyung’s face, who showed it off to the younger like it was some sort of trophy.

Damn, he couldn’t take it anymore.

Sitting up, the elder used the same hand to thoroughly spread Kook’s juices along his length, the middle of his brows scrunched up in concentration.

In one quick motion, he flipped Jungkook’s body around so that the latter’s stomach laid against the backseat, his perky ass facing Tae as he spread the younger’s reddened cheeks, using one hand to guide his cock into his hole.

“F-fuck..”

The elder’s body collapsed on top of Jungkook’s, gradually pushing his dick into him until his sweaty chest met the younger’s back.

With his pelvis pressed up against his boyfriend’s ass, Taehyung began moving his hips, soulfully grinding against Jungkook as he breathed out into the boy’s nape, one hand tightly gripping at his hip while the other rested by Kook’s head.

A drawn out, breathy moan pushed through Jungkook’s lips when he finally felt Taehyung's cock sink into him,

''Oh--'' He couldn't hold himself up, the weight of the elder forcing his chest to press flat against the carseat, hands seeking leverage against the door, muscles dancing underneath his skin on his arms and back, ''G-god...your cock feels so good.. I fucking missed i-it.'' His voice broke into a whimper when Taehyung moved his hips, Kook's teeth gnashing together-- shit, it felt amazing.

Jungkook's ring of muscle automatically tightened around Tae's length, his own cock throbbing and desperately seeking friction-- and getting a slight feel of it through every small movement of his body grinding against the carseat due to Taehyung's thrusts.

Taehyung didn’t waste any time in increasing his rhythm; initially pulling out until only his mushroom tip stayed inside of Jungkook before slamming his wet cock into him once again.

He repeated the same movements a few more times— pace slow but harsh, his pelvis roughly clashing into Kook’s ass; feeling the boy’s cheeks slightly bounce from the contact.

“A-ah yeah?” He breathed out, trailing some open-mouthed kisses along Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Well your ass feels so fucking good— fuck..”

Taehyung felt himself twitch inside of the younger, the sudden tightness catching him off guard.

The elder’s upper body sank into the dip of Kook’s back, face nuzzled into the latter’s neck as he began to thrust into him at a greater speed; grunts and groans pouring out of his mouth.

Afraid that his boyfriend would hit his head against the door, Taehyung gripped harder at his hip, nails sinking into the flesh as he allowed himself to lose control.

Whoever passed by would think that his car was possessed; it moved along with every push and pull of Tae’s hips.

The vague squeaking of the car seats went unnoticed by the younger, broken cries in pleasure continuously escaping his throat.

As if his entire being had tunnel vision, all he could think about was how much he loved this, how much he loved feeling, and hearing him. No, he couldn't even think, just indulging in the moment completely, his own hips desperately trying to meet the elders thrusts to no avail, his body was completely under Tae's control,

''H-harder...please..''

Being ever the masochist for Taehyung's cock, he always pleaded for more, for it to be harder, faster.. He knows his boyfriend could let himself lose control, his strength one of the things Jungkook absolutely adores about him. He craved to feel him, hear the aggressive thrusts of the man on top of him, his body jolting, however held tightly in place by the elder.

Kook felt his cock rub against the fabrics of the carseat, providing friction that amplified his satisfaction, the greed to chase his high rising,

''F-fuck me harder!''

The elder only growled as a response, fucking into Jungkook like his life depended on it.

The sound of sticky skin whipping against one another filled the inside of Taehyung’s car; the windows lightly fogged up from the bundle of breathy moans that emitted from both boys’ throat.

“A-ahh, fuuuck!” He yelled out, panting whilst drilling his cock deeper into Jungkook’s ass, never once stopping to catch his breath although the mere thought of it was tempting.

“You. Are. Mine.” With every pause in between each airy word, Taehyung’s dick slammed into his boyfriend’s prostate.

The squeaking of the car seats became more noticeable, as well as the rocking of the elder’s car with every aggressive hump from Taehyung.

“Shit— I-I’m gonna cum, baby..!”

The elder’s clammy forehead fell on top of Jungkook’s shoulder, switching between jagged thrusting and gyrating his hips, each one just as fast.

“A-are you close?”

Jungkook attempted to nod, but the way his body was rocking back and forth made it impossible to point out, so he opted to attempt at using his hoarse voice.

"Yes!" He cried out in a high pitched, breathy tone, "So close, so close-- don't stop!" He begged, letting his sweaty cheek press against the carseat, the skin rubbing on it with every thrust, just like his cock-- pathetically rubbing against the surface below him.. god, he was about to explode and make a mess beneath him, all he needed was that last push over the edge, to feel Taehyung's cock grow harder inside of him and fill him up with his cum.

"I'm gonna c-cum..fuck fuck f-fuck!" Jungkook’s voice breaks into a loud moan, his breath caught in his throat as he tightly shuts his eyes, toes curling up.

Kook's body reacted before he even could, tensing up and muscles flexing as he felt his orgasm hit him like a wave of white pleasure, a feeling that had his eyes roll back into his skull. As Jungkook came harder than he's ever done before, his ass tightly squeezed Taehyung's cock, desperate for the elder to cum with him-- the feeling becoming too overwhelming.

From the way Jungkook’s walls seemed to grasp around his volcanic cock, a stream of Taehyung’s cum squirted into the boy’s loose insides; his body stiffening up in the midst of it.

“Fuck!” The elder cursed out loud, throwing his head back with a shout, his grip on Jungkook’s hip tightening for a mere moment before his fingers relaxed.

He panted from the loss of breath, beads of sweat seem trickling down his chest and onto his boyfriend’s back.

Taehyung found the sight in front of him breathtaking...

After a few tranquil seconds of making sure that he’d spilled all he had to offer into Jungkook, that’s when Tae pulled out, falling limp at the younger boy’s side.

One hand patted Kook’s butt, massaging at the skin whilst the other rested behind his head, a lazy smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He peeked one eye open, coming face to face with a worn out Jungkook.

“Ready for round two?” Taehyung joked, playfully pinching his ass before swinging an arm across his boyfriend’s back, pulling him closer.

“This was the best reward, ever.” He chuckled breathlessly, pressing a chaste kiss to Jungkook’s rosy cheek.

“I would’ve actually tried on all my other tests if I knew this was the outcome..”

Jungkook smiled through his heavy breathing at the joke, letting Tae pull his exhausted body closer.

"Don't get too smart on me now, my ass is gonna be permanently damaged." He wraps an arm over Taes body, a small whine escaping him as he feels the mixture of the elders cum & his own juices leaking.

"Fuck... that was so good though.. actually, keep getting good grades, permanent ass damage sounds worth it." He joked, placing a few kisses alongside Taehyung's jawline until they finally landed on his lips.

Kook's eyes admire Taehyung so much at this very moment...

He wants to say it.. the three words that continuously linger on the tip of his tongue.

“Oh, yeah?” A cheeky grin formed on Taehyung’s face, who deliberately gave himself up to his boyfriend’s kisses; humming in pure content once Jungkook’s lips fell on his.

“Just for the record,” Tae shifted on to his side, his arm propping him up. “I’d still love your ass— permanently damaged or not.”

Right after the words left his mouth, the elder’s back dropped back down to the carseat with an embarrassed groan, ruffling his sweaty hair so that his outgrown fringe fell over his eyes.

Taehyung had a loose tongue whenever he was around Jungkook; he couldn’t help it.

Once he’d gotten the balls to gaze into his boyfriend’s doe eyes once again, Tae pushed his sweaty fringe back, prominent brows furrowing at the look Jungkook was showering him with.

“What.” His eyes had seemed to crinkle up, the corners of his lips curling upwards into a boxy smile.

“I know, it was stupid.”

Taehyung ran a hand down his face, thinking Kook was secretly judging him for the ass comment.

Taehyung would love his ass....

What about... simply love Jungkook? Was that really too hard, or too much? Surely by now, they've been through enough to comfortably say it, right?

Jungkooks even said it before.

But the reaction he got last time was nothing short of unsatisfying, and it did make him a bit more nervous about using the words.

So Kook didn't.. he let his affectionate stare do the work, his eyes quivering with the love he felt for this man-- and finally just taking another moment to truly take in his features.

'I love you', he kept repeating the words in his mind, his lips almost mimicking the movements-- but never uttering a sound.

"You're not stupid, you got a ninety percent on your test..." Jungkook smiles, trying to avert the attention from his long stare just seconds earlier, reaching out to run his hand through taes hair, "Next time... let me do the same to you."

A small smirk pulled on his lips, a crooked eyebrow following. He'd love to see how many fingers the elder could take as well.

Taehyung’s previously dimmed gaze lit up at the unexpected invite, now staring into Jungkook’s daring eyes as the latter’s hand soothingly smoothed over his hair.

“Kook, that’s gonna hurt!” The elder whined, “also, you’re fucking smart. You’re gonna get good grades on everything!” Tae childishly exclaimed, internally worried about the future conditions of his ass once his buff boyfriend got his strong hands on it— or in it.

He was also incredibly turned on, but the snippet of fear overruled that.

''Hey, don't you trust my abilities? I'd never hurt you..'' Jungkook smile was wide, tone of his voice playful, ''And yes, I would have perfect grades-- deserving of rewards.'' He presses his lips together to kill the smile on his lips, but to no avail.

He relaxed his body, leaning his cheek against Taehyung with a soft sigh.

''Alright....I'm tired... Wanna come back to my place?''

After a few lingering seconds of Taehyung’s figure spread out across the backseats; contemplating whether or not it was even worth it to move, he managed to give in to Jungkook’s words, mumbling a low, “If I must..”

The elder slowly sat up in his spot, stretching his aching muscles before reaching for their discarded clothing, slipping his shirt on.

Tae visibly grimaced at the bitter odor coming from his armpits, and in that moment he knew, he was in need of some deep cleaning. By the looks of it, so did his crappy car..

The seats were covered in cum, and it reeked of sex.

Taehyung shrugged it off, though. It wasn’t like anyone else other than Jungkook got rides from him. He’d take care of it later.

Once they’d finally parked out front of Kook’s building, Taehyung took some time to just.. Gaze.

One day.

Who would’ve thought that one day could feel like an eternity?

Definitely not the elder, but as he stood there with his hands stuffed in his pockets, he found himself smiling. He was glad to be back to the one place he considered ‘home’.

“Can you still walk, Kook?” Taehyung giggled as he teased his boyfriend, not even passing Jisoo’s apartment when the door busted open, revealing a grinning woman.

“Jungkook-ah! How was school? I made this for— oh..”

Her smile twitched at the sight of Taehyung, but she was quick to pick it back up.

“Taehyung.. you’re back!” Jisoo beamed, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

Tae could only nod, rubbing at his nape whilst he stared at Yuna, who was in a carrier attached to her mother’s chest. Then, his gaze fell on the plastic container in Jisoo’s hands.

Awkwardly shifting on her feet, the older woman looked back at Jungkook, chest slightly tightening at the hickeys that ran along his skin.

“I made you some more of the veggie noodle soup? I know how much you liked it last time, so..”

Jisoo forced out a small chuckle, extending out the container for Kook to take, refusing to let her eyes travel down to his neck.

God, she despised herself for feeling jealous..

She should be happy.

As if Yuna could sense her mother’s discomfort, she cooed at Jungkook, immediately enlightening the situation.

Jungkook froze on the spot, startled by Jisoo's sudden appearance. His eyes travel from her face, to Yuna, to the container in her hands...

She made him food?

''Ah, noona!'' He smiled, unaware of her sudden drop in mood, hiding it just well enough from the oblivious boy, ''You made this for me?''

He stepped closer, reaching out to take it from her hands with one of his, using the other to poke Yuna on her cheek, drawing another giggle from the baby.

Jungkook's eyes travel back up to his noona, his smile softer, ''Thank you.. uh, school's been good!''

Suddenly he felt oddly aware of the hickeys on his neck. Why-- he wasn't sure why it mattered, but his hand awkwardly reached up to rub his neck, an attempt to possibly hide them from her, knowing it was of no use.

''Ah, uh, yeah.. Taehyung's back!'' Jungkook genuinely smiled this time, stepping back to stand next to his boyfriend.

“That’s..” She quickly tried rummaging around in her brain for the right words, “That’s great! And you’re welcome, I know it can be hard— living alone and not having enough money for food. So I thought, ah! Better make Jungkookie something to eat..”

Jisoo drifted off by clearing her throat, noticing she was up and rambling about useless things no one ever wanted to hear.

Taehyung— who was just as clueless— flashed her a simple smile, thanking her for taking care of Kook when shit hit the fan.

“But, anyways, we’re good now.” He concluded, turning his head to look at his boyfriend as his hand discretely caressed his lower back, feeling like things were finally back to normal.

Jisoo glued on a smile at the sight, sad eyes flickering between the two. With a soft exhale past her tinted lips, the older woman forced herself together, shoving the sour feelings to the side.

“Well, Jungkook,” she treaded carefully, “I was going to ask you if you wanted to help me move some things..?”

Jisoo glanced down at Yuna, running her delicate fingers over her daughter’s fluff of hair.

“I was going to drop off the little one at my sister’s place, then go back to my old apartment to get the rest of my things. I mean, my car isn’t the biggest but after a few trips we’ll be good!”

She reassured, patiently waiting for what the younger boy had to say.

Taehyung was the one who opened his mouth, however, hesitant about whether to intervene or not.

“Noona.. If you’d like, I can call one of my friends? He has a truck, so. His name’s Joon, and all he does is study, so he shouldn’t be busy.”

Tae deliberately threw that out there, shrugging his shoulders.

Jisoo, who thought about it for a few seconds, answered Taehyung with a nod of her head.

Why the hell not? It’ll definitely make things easier on her end.

He pulled his phone out of the back pocket of his pants, tapping on Namjoon’s contact before ringing him up.

To Joon: Hyung, you busy? Kook’s neighbor needs help moving in some things.

Namjoon reached over for his phone, chewing a mouthful of snacks as he tapped the screen to open the conversation. As he read the text, he almost choked.

Kook's neighbour?!

J-jisoo?!

Abruptly, he tapped away to send his reply;

To Tae: Not busy, I'll be on my way.

Namjoon was nervous, yet excited. It was as if the gods had blessed him with a chance to see the girl once more. Without any second thought, he tripped over his shoes to grab his jacket and head over.

Jungkook mimicked Taehyung's shrug, a small smile on his lips. He wouldn't have had any issue with helping his noona, but honestly... He just wanted to spend the evening with his boyfriend-- he'd missed him so much.

“I’m here! I’m— shit..!” Namjoon made his grand entrance by nearly tripping over his undone shoelaces, startling Taehyung and the others. Yuna’s doe eyes went wide from the sudden intrusion, small fists clinging onto Jisoo’s shirt as she gawked at the newcomer.

Tae thought it would be weird if they’d just left Jisoo with a guy she’d never met.

The least he could do is introduce them to one another and reassure her that Namjoon wasn’t a serial killer before disappearing into Jungkook’s apartment, probably off to cuddle or, firstly, take a much needed shower. He smelled like old socks.

“Uh, okay well.. Joon, this is Jisoo. Jisoo noona, this is Joon.”

Taehyung kept it brief, shoving his hands into the warmth of his pockets before his eyes awkwardly bounced between the pair, not knowing what else to say.

“We’ve met!” The both of them chimed at the same time, turning Namjoon into a flustered mess.

Tae cocked a brow, noticing how his hyung was acting more lame than usual. He didn’t question it, Namjoon was Namjoon.

“Your uhm.. your baby sister is cute!”

The eldest boy said, gaze drawn to Yuna, unaware of the pleading look Jisoo was flashing at Taehyung and Jungkook.

Jisoo smiled awkwardly, her thumbs caught in Yuna's smaller hands as she plays with them,

''Actually, it's my daughter!''

Namjoon's eyes widen, the heated blush of embarrassment and guilt showering over him as he bows deeply.

''I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean.. I mean, youre just so young and-- it's completely normal to be a young mother-- ah..'' he facepalmed, noting that he should just shut the fuck up instead.

Jisoo laughs, a bright smile instead adorning her face, ''No, no, its okay!''

What a dork. As expected from a friend of Jungkook's, in all honesty. She sees why the younger likes him so much.

Jungkook smiles, rubbing his nape as he nudges at Taehyung.

''Then, we will leave you guys to it... We uh, we'll see you guys tomorrow.''

With one last look at Namjoon and Jisoo’s direction, the elder followed Kook into the apartment, shutting the door behind him before kicking off his shoes and jumping onto the couch.

“Think Joon will talk her to death?” Taehyung mumbled with his face planted on the cushion, a wave of exhaustion washing over him.

As pleasurable as car sex was, it was also tiring. They had little to no space to.. explore each other’s bodies to their full potential.

Also, there were only so many positions they could do.

“Actually, I think he already talked her to death.”

But despite the difficulties that came with having car sex, Tae craved for more.

The obvious answer was, if it was sex with Jungkook, he wouldn’t mind if they fucked on top of a mountain— actually, that thought intrigued Taehyung.

He’ll have to bring it up sometime.

Tae slowly sat up, his hands rubbing at his eyes.

“A shower sounds really good right now, you in?”

''Unless she did it first, they both are blabbermouths,'' Jungkook chuckles, walking over to stand by Taehyung's side next to the couch.

''And yes, a shower would be amazing. I'll go heat up the water.'' He bends down to place a soft, affectionate kiss on Tae's forehead before he turns to stroll towards the bathroom, turning the shower on as he prepared two towels hanging on the wall. He started to take his clothes off, pulling the shirt over his head, ''Shower's readyyyyyyy!''

Taehyung practically leaped onto his feet the second he heard Jungkook’s voice, already disregarding his shirt on his way to the bathroom, letting it drop down to the tiled floor along with his underwear and jeans.

“Ah.. I really needed this.”

He hummed in pure content, allowing the warm water to cleanse him free of the sweat from before, a relaxing stream trickling down his hair and back.

Tae turned around to face Kook, smiling at the boy.

“You think Joon likes Jisoo? He was acting really weird— well, weirder than usual.”

The elder’s lips came together into a thin line, brows crunching up in thought.

“Kook, I feel like a dad that just sent his son on his first date.”

Date..

At the sound of the word, Tae now glanced over at his boyfriend.

Now that he thought about it.. they’ve never had a proper date themselves.

Shit, should Taehyung ask Jungkook out on a date?

If he says yes, what should he wear? Where would he take him?

''I think Joon is absolutely a dork for noona,'' Jungkook hums, his hands reaching out to move tae's wet hair away from his face.

''It is weird, isn't it?'' Regarding Joon and Jisoo, in his own mind, ''They are kind of cute together.''

Jungkook stepped closer to get some of the water to hit him as well, feeling the soreness in his behind as he clenched his jaw.

Now that he thought of it, he also wanted to go on a date.... With his boyfriend.

A proper one.

Would Taehyung find it too cheesy?

“Yeah..” The muscles underneath Taehyung’s neck bobbed after the visible gulp he’d taken, swallowing down an uncomfortable lump in his throat as his gaze flickered down to the colorful hickeys on Jungkook’s upper chest, index finger carefully tracing over them.

A burning question hung on for dear life at the tip of his tongue, wanting to be heard— to finally be addressed, because God knows how long the words have been itching to drop.

“Kook?”

Taehyung bit down on his lip, arms snaking around the other boy’s waist. The other boy whom he was sure he wanted to take out on a date, “Let me take you out.”

It sounded far from a question, but the elder hoped Jungkook got the memo.

''Hm? What?'' Jungkook didn't fully process the words coming out of Taehyung's mouth, pressing his body close to his.

Slowly, the words sank in.

'Let me take you out.'

It wasn't a question per se, but coming from his boyfriend's mouth, it would be weird if it came out any other way.

He wanted to... take him out? On a date?

Kook's doe eyes lifted to look Tae in the eye, finding the elder so adorable..

''Are you asking me out?'' He raises an eyebrow, a pouty smile on his lips, ''Because I'll say yes.''

“Yes, I’m asking you out!” Taehyung laughed, embarrassed about the situation he found himself tangled in.

Nevertheless, he was just as happy.

Jungkook agreed to go out with him, for fucks sake! If this wasn’t something to internally celebrate, then he didn’t know what was.

“Cool.” The elder tried to seem unfazed, but the way the corners of his lips moved up on their own was a big give away.

Tae leaned in to press a soft kiss to his boyfriend’s neck, meeting the same eyes that caught his attention.

“So.. tomorrow? After school. You and me.”

By now, Taehyung doubted he possessed the common ability to form sentences longer than three words. But that was the ‘Jungkook effect’, and he’d fallen victim to it a long time ago.

“Leave it up to me, alright? I’ll get everything ready.”

Jungkook tilted his head to the side.

''Surprise date?'' He felt giddy, and didn't even attempt to hide it, a toothy bunny grin on his lips, wrinkles in the corners of his eyes appearing. His body almost vibrated in excitement,

''I wanna know, tell me!'' He held his hand up, ''Actually, no, don't tell me! It's a surprise...aahh''

Kook finished off washing his hair, deeming himself clean enough as he stepped out to dry himself with the towel. He was excited now. Last time--and the only time he's ever been on a date was with Ash... and that memory clearly needed to be replaced.

Tae parted his lips, about to recite to his boyfriend what the meaning of a surprise was in a smart-ass tone when Jungkook caught himself, only appearing all the more adorable in Taehyung’s eyes.

“It’s kinda last minute, though.” The elder sheepishly reminded, ruffling at his wet hair with the towel, wishing he could’ve put more time into planning out their date.

“I probably won’t be able to get us any fancy dinner reservations..” Tae sighed, knowing he was horrible at taking the lead— in some aspects.

Maybe he’d force a suggestion or two out of Jimin. He knew how much the elder drooled over romance; further highlighting his title of a hopeless romantic.

Plus, last Tae remembered, Jimin watched the Twilight franchise five times. If that didn’t speak ultimate hopeless romantic level, then Taehyung didn’t know what did.

“But honestly, anywhere with you is okay.”

The boy playfully scrunched up his nose, tugging Jungkook close by the waist, not caring that he’d get his boyfriend wet, “More than okay, actually.”

"Ahh, you've been such a sweet talker lately..." Jungkook mirrors the nose scrunch, grimacing at the fact that Tae wasn't dry, but easily gave in to be held close,

"I like it... I like you." Kook gave the elder a pouty smile as he cupped Taehyung's face, drawing him in to guide their lips together in a sweet kiss.

He took a moment to just.. feel Taehyung. Softly kissing his lips again, and again, a little hum of satisfaction rumbling in Kooks chest.

“You like me? Well that’s a relief..” Taehyung playfully added in between their kisses, pecking his boyfriend’s needy lips one last time before putting the towel in his grip to work, afterwards slipping on his briefs as well as the rest of his clothing.

He was excited, a little nervous. But most of all excited to take his boyfriend out on a proper date.

Finally, Jungkook’s words seemed to make a little more sense.

Taehyung could see it; he has matured.

“What do you say we finish that anime? I forgot what it’s called.”

Jungkook followed, getting dressed in sweatpants and a baggy t shirt as he headed towards the living room with his boyfriend, instantly sprinting to crouch by the tv to find the exact movie he was talking about.

''Spirited away! Only the best movie ever...'' He glanced over at Taehyung as he put the movie on, hurriedly making his way over to jump into the couch, beckoning for Taehyung to come sit next to him, ''I swear I will cry though. So you better be prepared to hold me.''

The elder outstretched his arms along the backrest of the couch, one of them circling around Jungkook’s shoulders as he pulled the younger boy closer to his chest, getting ready for what’s to come.

“Ah, really?” Taehyung’s shoulders vibrated as he laughed quietly, “I’m already holding you, so feel free to cry whenever you want~”

He teasingly sang, nevertheless craning his neck to press a quick kiss to the crown of Kook’s head, “I doubt it’s gonna be that sad, though.”

By the time the credits came around, Taehyung’s sharp eyes burned with tears. He tried blinking them away, but it was no use.

“It— It’s just allergies!”

The elder initially tried to reason with Jungkook; all the while he rocked a pink nose, glassy eyes, and obvious proof that it was definitely not due to allergies.

Taehyung silently cursed out that one scene.

Jungkook was snuggled up against Taehyung's side, pressing his cheek against his warm, firm chest, one arm clinging to the elder in a hug.

Kook was a crybaby when it came to anime, and he did nothing to hold back his tears as they soaked tae's shirt,

"Gooooddd, I've seen it a hundred times and it's just as heart wrenching every time!" He whined, withdrawing when the ending credits rolled to look up at his boyfriend.

"Sure. Allergies." He scrunched his nose, leaning in to place kisses over the elders cheek. It wasn't even pollen season.

Jungkook leaned back in the couch, satisfied with his day, a long drawn out sigh pushing through his lips, "Aah, my heart...."

His heart was full with all kinds of emotions. The pain from the movie--- his favorite kind of pain. And with love, for the man next to him, "Are you tired?"

Taehyung hadn’t even realized the day’s own credits had also rolled around in the form of darkness until his boyfriend asked him if he was tired.

He picked up his phone from his lap, brows quirking at the time.

It was definitely time to get some sleep, and if Taehyung wanted their date to be far from excruciatingly bad, he’d need some rest.

The elder already had a blurry vision of where he was planning to take Jungkook. Also, what he was going to surprise him with at his doorstep.

Although Taehyung was feeling pretty confident in himself, he wouldn’t be able to truly relax until he knew what Kook thought of it.

“Yeah, I’m tired..” He spoke in the midst of a loud yawn, stretching his arms over his head.

Pushing himself from up the couch, Tae followed his boyfriend into his room, slipping off the shirt that was stained with Jungkook’s tears before snuggling up to the younger.

Now that he laid in bed.. sleep seemed unreachable.

Taehyung was much too giddy about tomorrow’s events, and he hoped that Jungkook was just as excited. Hell, he hoped it met his boyfriend’s expectations.

The moment he closed his eyes, Tae’s phone chimed from the bedside table, it was a text from Namjoon.

“Joon just texted me,” The elder said in confusion, showing the long text to his boyfriend.

From Joon: Heyy guysss! I’m sending this to Tae but Kook I know you’re with him so that’s why I said hey guys.. i told jisoo how i felt today adn it was like a big huge rock was lifteed of my chest??

“Is he drunk?” Taehyung chuckled, flashing Jungkook an amused glance.

From Joon: she didn’t seem too scared, so that’s good :()))) you know I’m just kinda wingin it these days and im tryng to be more honest with myself anf honestly, you guys should too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i wanted to send more exclmation marks but my fingers got tirred. anyways, el fin, that’s the end in spanish. just...... live your life to the fullest and stop douting yourself fbecayde that’s what i did today and it felt good. night

“Did you understand any of that?” Tae raised a brow, putting his phone to the side.

As silly as it all was.. the elder was going to listen to Namjoon and stop doubting himself.

Who knows, perhaps tomorrow’s date was going to be far better than he expected.

''Kinda winging it?... Kim Namjoon was winging it?'' Jungkook snorted, crawling into bed after getting undressed, laying on his back as he stretched out his body, joints popping as he does so, ''Sounds like he really likes noona, don't you think?''

Kook shrugs at his own question as he glances over at Taehyung, hands behind his head.

He was still amazed by the fact that they had been away from eachother for one fucking day, and somehow it felt like they were separated for..well, weeks?

At least.

But now, with his boyfriend next to him in bed, he felt content. How was he ever able to get through every other year of his life without him? Sleeping alone would feel weird at this point.

''I'm excited for tomorrow...'' Jungkook rolls over to his side, pulling Tae closer to press their bodies together, ''But don't stress too much about it, okay? I promise you I will love it.''

“Me too..” A relaxed smile took over Taehyung’s lips, who was more calm now with Jungkook’s reassurance, paired with the latter’s warmth radiating off his skin.

Yeah, by now he was sure that tomorrow was going to be special.

He was going to make sure of it.

#fic: Love maze #Taekook fic #Taekook smut #Taehyung x Jungkook #Vkook smut #Jungkook smut #Taehyung smut #BTS series #Taekook series #BTS smut #sombreboy

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7-wonders · 4 years

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Hit and Run

Summary: The fallout of an unexpected tryst, and (Y/N)’s first official foray into the criminal underworld.

Word Count: 3055

A/N: Thanks for sticking around as I make empty promises, here’s Memento Mori chapter 4!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

The training gym remains silent as (Y/N) and Duncan feel the weight of what they’ve just done. Duncan has a content grin on his face as he stands, fixing himself until he looks like he hadn’t even been training, let alone fucking the woman who he’s blackmailing. The look of disgust on (Y/N)’s face makes him stifle a laugh as he holds out a hand for her to take. Instead, she just stares at him, slowly making herself look presentable without Duncan’s help.

“The look on your face directly contradicts the beautiful sounds you were making earlier,” Duncan teases.

(Y/N) can feel her face heating up as she stands, pushing Duncan to the side. “What we did was a mistake,” she says seriously.

“Really? Because I quite enjoyed it, and I think you did too.”

“Duncan, that can’t happen again.”

The smile falls off of his face, and he scowls. “And why is that?”

“Because I try not to make a habit of having sex with people that I can’t stand!”

“Aw, you can’t stand me?” Duncan sneers. “Is that why you were so eager for me to fuck your little cunt?”

“You say that like you’re not the one who kissed me first.”

(Y/N) feels a sense of self-satisfaction when she sees how Duncan’s jaw clenches from her verbal barb. Enough of a silence commences that (Y/N) thinks she’s free to go, turning to leave and finally be free of the specter that is Duncan Shepherd. Duncan decides otherwise, grabbing her upper arm roughly and spinning her back around.

“Tomorrow night, you’re getting indoctrinated into my world. I have an arms sale that I’m overseeing at 10, and you’re going to be there with me.”

“Will I be free of my burden, then?” The second question goes unsaid, but it hangs in the air like a cloud: will I be free of you?

“That’s for me to decide,” Duncan spits, letting go of (Y/N)’s arm before she can shake herself out of his grasp.

“Fuck you, Duncan.” (Y/N) grabs her belongings from where they were thrown on the floor before nearly running for the door.

Duncan manages to get one last jab in before the door swings shut behind you, shouting “you already did!”

(Y/N) groans angrily once she’s outside, the cool air doing little to calm her down. The sun’s just beginning to dip below the horizon, and she pulls her hands into the sleeves of her sweatshirt to keep warm while she walks. Her mind churns with all of the possible ways she could’ve verbally wounded him besides just saying “fuck you.” He’s so infuriating, so confounding, so--she’s yanked out of her thoughts (thankfully, since her thoughts were beginning to drift towards the sexual encounter she had just found herself in) by her phone ringing in her sweatshirt pocket.

Assuming that it’s Duncan calling to threaten her, she doesn’t even glance at the screen before answering with a harsh “what!”

“Whoa, was not expecting that from you.”

Her shoulders relax when she hears the honeyed voice on the other end. “Sorry Madison, I thought you were someone else.”

Madison Montgomery is not the type of person (Y/N) thought she would ever be friends with. A former child actress with enough stories of rehab stints to rival her IMDb filmography, their paths are not two that would normally ever cross. Madison’s “friend,” Zoe (no matter how many times the two insist they’re just friends, (Y/N) sees the longing glances and the soft touches the pair exchange when they believe she’s not looking), was one of (Y/N)’s first friends when she moved to D.C. After becoming close with the political science student following a few school events both were required to be at, befriending Madison came naturally.

“By the sound of your voice when you answered, I’m assuming you’re glad it’s me instead of whoever else you thought it might be.”

“I’m definitely glad to be hearing from you.” It’s not a lie; Madison has been distant lately, and it was starting to make (Y/N) worry that she had done something wrong. “You went off the grid for a bit.”

“I was in negotiations for a new project, and it was taking up most of my freetime.”

“Did you get it?”

“Hopefully. They said that I’ll hear back soon. Anyways, I’m in D.C. for a few days and was wondering if you could find time in your busy schedule to hang out with me and Zoe who, might I add, has already said she could,” Madison says like she isn’t solely in the city to see Zoe.

“Absolutely! Just let me know what dates and times work for you and I’ll work something out.”

“Tomorrow night? We could have a wine night at Zoe’s after she gets done with work at around 8.”

The initial excitement (Y/N) feels at the plans with her friends fades away when she realizes she has other obligations tomorrow night. “Shit, I can’t. Maybe the next day?”

“Do you have a date, (Y/N)?”

She scoffs. “I wish. I have to go to this boring study group for class.”

“Skip it.”

“I can’t, it’s for a class I’m already struggling enough in.” Fuck, she really hates having to lie to people she cares about.

“Boo, why do you have to care about your grades and your future career?” Madison sighs. “Alright, we’ll do something when you don’t have to study.”

“I’m sorry, Mads.”

“Hmm, you should be.” She doesn’t mean it, but it still stings a bit. “I’ll see you on Wednesday, then.”

“See you Wednesday.” Madison hangs up the phone before (Y/N) even finishes speaking; if it were anybody else doing that, she would think they were mad at her, but that’s just typical Madison behavior.

Ducking back into the throng of people walking to and from their destinations, (Y/N) feels a pit of dread in her stomach as the knowledge of tomorrow begins to set in. Not only will she be seeing the man who she fucked and then proceeded to get into a fight with, but she’ll also be observing an extremely illegal arms deal taking place between mafia groups. She can only hope that she’ll make it out of tomorrow’s events unscathed, both physically and emotionally.

Duncan picks (Y/N) up outside of her apartment at precisely 9:00 p.m., citing a need to be early to the deal in some underhanded way to assert his family’s dominance. (Y/N) tries not to ogle at the car she’s currently riding, but that’s a task she’s failed at since the moment she saw the sleek black exterior parked on the side of the street. Duncan, of course, notices how desperately she tries to look unaffected by riding in a car that costs triple her college education.

“You look like you’re scared merely breathing will ruin the car,” Duncan teases, the first words either of them have said all night.

“I kind of am. This is the nicest car that I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Well, thank you. It’s an--”

“Aston Martin One-77, I know.” (Y/N) ducks her head in embarrassment when Duncan looks at her with wide eyes, assuming she shouldn’t have interrupted him. “I’m sorry, I know that was rude, but I’ve always really liked cars and while I don’t know a lot about fixing them or their engines or such, I love seeing a car and being able to name the make and model.”

“Don’t apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just wasn’t aware that you liked cars.” He shoots her a sly glance, subtly revving the car to watch how her eyes light up. “If I had known, I would have picked you up in one of my cars a whole lot sooner.”

“Wait, you have more like this?”

“Of course. You’re not the only one who has an interest in cars.”

She’s thoroughly impressed now, a fact Duncan would know even if he wasn’t able to read people’s emotions like they’re the summary on the dust-jacket of a book. He had been worried that she was either going to blow up about what had happened yesterday or completely ignore him, so this was a welcome surprise. As long as she doesn’t feel like talking about the events of the previous day, Duncan certainly won’t bring it up.

The location of this covert sale is, much like every other mafia-based experience, disguised behind a plain exterior. This time, it’s a small grocery store just over the Potomac that serves as the facade for illicit activities. Duncan parks the car in a side street so as not to arouse suspicion, turning the silent engine off before handing (Y/N) a gun.

“Don’t you have bodyguards to keep you from dying?”

“Yes, but...things can tend to go sideways during these types of events. It’s already a liability bringing you along, and since you know how to handle yourself around a gun now, it does no harm to be over prepared.”

(Y/N) eyes it warily, taking the weapon and checking the safety before tucking it in the waistband of her jeans. Duncan waits for (Y/N) to get out of the car before leading her up the stairs and through a loading dock. Even if she wasn’t too scared to go to the cops and she tried to put the Shepherds in jail, she wouldn’t be able to lead them to the location of the deal in this maze of a basement.

There’s already a small crowd in the room that they end up in, and (Y/N) holds back a shudder when she sees Langdon lurking in the corner. It’s obvious that a 10:00 meeting means 9:30 for syndicated crime, and Duncan’s a fan of being fashionably late.

“Mr. Shepherd,” the assumed leader, a tall raven-haired man with a Scottish accent, greets. “Have a seat.”

“I think I’ll remain standing, thank you, Mr. McCown.”

The man just barely scowls before turning his eyes on (Y/N). “Who’s the girl? You said no backup.”

“She’s hardly backup,” Duncan chuckles, a statement that (Y/N) takes minor offense to. “We agreed on one man each. I have Langdon, and you have Collum. (Y/N), here, is simply collateral damage.”

“Hmph.” McCown doesn’t look too pleased, but relents. “Are we gonna do business, then, or not?”

Duncan motions for Langdon with his left hand, who carries two large duffel bags to the table. Unzipping them, he reveals a variety of automatic weapons. McCown leans over the table to study the weapons, doing a mental count before reaching for the bags.

“Not so fast.” Langdon snatches the guns away from McCown upon Duncan’s word. “The money?”

Pulling open his suit jacket, the opposing crime boss sets stacks of hundred dollar bills on the table. Duncan appraises each stack quickly, thumbing through the paper with a learned precision. Each man watches the other as they grab their respective earnings, neither willing to be the loser in this staring contest.

“You know, I couldn’t help but to notice you were a thousand short of the agreed-upon total,” Duncan says coolly.

“It’s all there, I just saw you count it!”

“The tax? (Y/N)’s eyes flit between the men, Duncan’s jaw tightening in annoyance. “This is not your first time doing business with us, Frasier, surely you must know that there is a fee to bring your men into our territory.”

McCown smiles thinly, reluctantly pulling another wad of cash from his pocket. Duncan smugly takes it, and it’s when he’s counting the cash that everything goes awry.

(Y/N) doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary. The Scottish leader is zipping up the weapons bags and D.C.’s most notorious is tucking the money into his own jacket. She’s not sure what Langdon detects: a tic on someone’s face, the flinch of a hand, or even just the way a person breathes. Within a second, he’s got a handgun drawn and pointed at McCown’s right hand man, firing before the other man can even release the safety on his own gun.

Duncan ducks, pulling (Y/N) down under him as gunfire is exchanged. Her heart hammers in her chest, ears ringing from the harsh sounds above her as the shots start to taper off. She doesn’t even have time to process what just happened before Langdon’s yelling at them to go, Duncan hauling her up and throwing a duffel bag at her before dragging her out of the room. The clouds of gun smoke make it impossible to see who, or what, is damaged, and her eyes and lungs sting from the acrid scent as she runs up the stairs with Duncan.

Flinging herself into the car, she doesn’t even have time to put a seatbelt on before Duncan’s peeling out of the alley with the tires squealing. Instead of being frightened, Duncan actually looks excited as he checks behind his shoulder to make sure he’s not being followed. (Y/N), on the other hand, sits next to him in utter bewilderment.

“What the fuck was that?” (Y/N) exclaims, tossing the bag down at her feet when she realizes she’s still holding assault weapons.

“That was an attempted underhanded deal.” He clarifies upon her bemused shrug. “Frasier McCown and his gang thought that they would shoot me before taking the weapons and their money.”

“They were trying to kill you?”

“Probably not. They were most likely just trying to make sure I would go down before worrying about the repercussions later.”

“Langdon killed them, then?”

“I don’t know for sure, but he’s absolutely deadly with a gun. You’ve seen how skillfully he kills people.”

(Y/N) nods, remembering how the shot that killed the blue-haired Malakai seemed to come from nowhere. Looking out the window, the freeway passes by in a blur as Duncan drives towards downtown D.C. He’s trying to lose them, she realizes, on the off-chance that they are being followed.

Swinging into an empty parking lot off of 14th Street, the car lurches forward as Duncan abruptly parks. His hand gently brushes (Y/N)’s cheek, and she nearly bites his finger off until she feels the sting of a fresh cut on her face.

“You’re hurt,” Duncan notes with a frown.

“Oh, I probably just got scraped when we went to the ground. It’s fine, I think I’ll live.”

Duncan scoffs, rolling his eyes as he examines her to make sure there are no other wounds. Besides the battle wound on her cheek, she seems okay.

“What--” (Y/N) starts, clearing her throat, “are you hurt?”

“No,” he answers quickly.

“Are you sure?”

“(Y/N), you don’t need to worry about me. I’ve been in these situations before, and I have no doubt that I’ll be in situations like that again. This was your first time being caught in a firefight, and you’re shaking, so I just want to make sure you’re not in shock.”

“I’m not…” (Y/N)’s about to argue until she looks down and sees that her hands are shaking. “Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh,’” Duncan mocks. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

“I’m good.” She starts to lightly giggle before breaking out into full-on laughter, making Duncan worry that she actually is going into shock. “No, seriously! I’m fine, I just--that was kind of cool.”

Duncan looks at her incredulously. “You thought that was cool?”

“Yes! It felt like I was in a James Bond movie.”

Despite his attempts to be serious, Duncan finds himself smiling at her exuberant laughter. “Well, I’m glad you thought that was fun. Hopefully we won’t be doing that again anytime soon.”

Later, (Y/N) will swear it’s the adrenaline rush that makes her act so foolishly. But with the silence in the car, and the way that Duncan’s smiling at her, it feels like she’ll spontaneously combust if she doesn’t kiss him immediately. Before she can remind herself why this is a bad idea, she leans in and presses her lips to his.

Duncan, thankfully, doesn’t immediately push her off and question her sanity. His lips are just as soft as they were yesterday, one hand going to grip the back of her neck while the other brushes against her cheek. (Y/N)’s hands find purchase in his now-messy hair, fingers threading through the strands as Duncan licks at her bottom lip. This time there’s no resistance from (Y/N), her mouth opening to allow Duncan’s tongue entrance while they grab onto each other like they’ll be torn away otherwise.

Relishing in the breathy moans (Y/N)’s beginning to let out, Duncan reluctantly pulls himself away from her lips in order to trail kisses down her neck. Laving his tongue against her thrumming pulse, Duncan grins when (Y/N) whines as he blows air over the wet patch, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He begins to suck a bruise just below the spot he just marked, nipping just enough to make (Y/N) yelp before surging back up to her lips.

(Y/N)’s head is spinning, the mix of adrenaline and lust making her almost dizzy. When Duncan finally releases her from his grasp after minutes? hours? an undetermined amount of time, she lets out a whine that sounds almost pathetic. Duncan wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, lips swollen from the extended amounts of pressure as he suddenly and inexplicably starts to drive. (Y/N)’s about to question why he stopped when, like a flash of lightning, the situation hits her with striking clarity. Kissing Duncan Shepherd in an abandoned parking lot like a couple of horny teenagers directly goes against everything she told him after their “training” yesterday.

From the driver’s seat, Duncan smirks when she faces the window with her arms crossed over her chest, obviously realizing her little slip-up. “Another mistake?” He can’t help himself from taunting her, especially not when she looks so upset with herself.

(Y/N) sneers. “Shut up.” Still, it doesn’t go unnoticed by Duncan how she subtly clenches her thighs together in search of relief, giving him a self-righteous sense of satisfaction.

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#24 Beam

((The idea had started yesterday, but written today. This may get expanded even more later, but... finally. 5.3 spoilers as usual for me! Have some happy sappy [longish] shippiness))

The grandiose hot halls of the Labyrinth blurred past as Karoiseka ran down the deserted quarters. What a difference from the first time she had entered the maze! Those years past, still fresh from the glow of what she had thought was defeating Lahabrea and the Black Wolf, and definitely having destroyed his Ultima Weapon, she had happily joined the band of researchers at Saint Coinachs. She had always been curious about the Crystal Tower soaring above Silver Tear Lake, the blue glowing in the night like a beacon calling out to her. Learning that her friend Cid was going to help in unlocking the secrets had her solidly on board with the plan, having no problem fetching materials from every corner of Eorzea.

And on one of those quests she found herself surrounded by a mysterious voice, light and teasing as she had been beaten to her target. A race it was to be then, and one she was determined to win. To her surprise, the mystery voice was impressed and not upset, leaving her rewarded with what she had sought all along. Finding a handsome red-haired historian-archer behind all the games was a fascinating development. The two were soon found all around Mor Dhona black and red heads pouring over tomestones or an old textbook, practicing archery out on the crystal hills, or sometimes even just in the cafe outside the Rising Stones sharing a meal while deep in conversation.

Exploration of the Labyrinth well underway by the time they finally got the doors unlocked to the main Tower had lent enough time for Karo to see through the arrogant exterior of her friend and know it was his own way of protecting himself from the outside world and what they thought of him and his strange red eye. She cared not, but enjoyed teasing him about always having a tale of one hero or another to look up to and emulate in some form of his life. When they finally opened the great hulking doors to the Tower with the help of Doga and Unei, Karo was protective of her friend, agreeing that he needed to stay behind while she cleared the dangers. He was there for her at the end though when crippled by another echo flashback and defenseless after defeating Xande. Side-by-side they entered the World of Darkness, determined to win back their lost companions and seal off the portal once and for all.

He returned changed, distant, not truly seeing the present for what it was. The Warrior of Light watched as her friend said goodbye and sealed himself into the Tower they had bonded over, to be unlocked in such indeterminate time it might as well be forever. She mourned, and set her sight on the horizon as he had wished, but forever keeping the Tower in her sight, it’s memories fading to a dull ache as she surpassed every obstacle thrown at her.

Reunited on the First--through time and space itself--reconnecting as strangers she still sometimes had a hard time melding and merging the two men into the same individual; the one that was the dear lost friend, and the one that had stolen her heart without her ever seeing his tell-tale eyes. The past few moons she had spent most of her time on the First, knowing that that world was just as much her’s now as the Source ever was. As she finally exited the Labyrinth into the open air before the tunnel heading to the forbidden locked doors she felt the gentle urging of her soul to keep going--the steadfast optimism she needed putting on another burst of speed into the long hallway, the afternoon light streaming down.

The amber soul crystal given to her by Hythlodaeus bounced to the floor with a ping as she skidded to a stop to return for it. What a funny thing souls were, fractured, mended, or completely whole they could employ varying levels of consciousness and awareness even within the same body. The insistence to keep moving came again--Ardbert cheering her on as she held the embodiment of whom she-they once were in the palm of her hand. Tucking it away safer than before, she touched the pocket upon her breast to make sure her other precious cargo was still with her. The warmth of the vessel pulsed a heartbeat next to her own as she made her way to the doors--a lifetime ago locked against those that would use it’s secrets for evil.

Holding the white and red crystal out, the blue light sprang once more to the figures engraved there, opening for the blood of Allag cradled in her palm. As she steadfastly walked into the antechamber, she turned to look behind as he once did, a whisper of a prayer on her lips. The doors closed with a deafening thud as she took a deep breath and tried to determine wherein he might be. Deep in the core of the tower, was there even a path down there without the Ironworks technology that had been a fixture on the First? Or--yes. That was probably more likely--at home in his private chambers off of the Ocular.

Nervous now, her blue-tipped tail whipped behind her as she climbed the wide and winding staircase up the now very familiar path. Small touches were missing, the Bard noted, having forgotten what certain rooms were closed off, and seeing forgotten research tools scattered from when he had chased his fellow NOAH scholars out in preparation to seal. The crystal was almost muted, the light not seeming as bright as she continued up through the platforms and the winding blue, finally arriving on the level she had been calling home on the First.

She braced herself and opened the Ocular door slowly peering it at the ornate floor and the portal of polished crystal along the opposite wall. As expected the public antechamber was empty, the lights dimmer than she was used to seeing. Bypassing the door on her right-the Umbilicus-she headed to the left and the personal quarters she had spent so much time in a million malms away.

Opening the door let revealed a beam of light shining from one of the openings glazed over to let light in. He had created a small nest here it seemed tucked off the main staircase where he felt comfortable, though the quarters were the most spartan of camp outfitting's instead of the carefully crafted furniture he had acquired on the First during his century long visit.

There on the camp cot he lay, a book still caught up in his fingers as he sprawled on his back, a foot hanging off the edge. A light blanket covered half of him, as if he had thrown it off in his slumber. If she hadn’t known better, only bells had passed since he had settled in, rather than the years it had been.

Breath catching in her throat she leaned against the door behind her, shutting it quietly as she shook. The red hair so vibrant still, not a touch of the grey she had gotten used to seeing, his ruby eyes still closed. This is what she had wanted, right? The chance to travel, to soar upon the Eternal Wind with him at her side, not tied down and chained to the Tower that sapped energy and aether both, but true freedom. To let himself be able to follow his dreams, to well, do anything that revolved around himself instead of his purpose, his destiny. That was completed, and hopefully, she took a hesitant step forward, hopefully a new day was going to dawn for him, whole of both body and merged soul.

The tentative footsteps were almost silent on the stone floor as she finally fell to one knee at his side, her heart pounding in her chest. Her fellow Scions were back hale and well, each and every one, there was no reason to doubt the magic that he had created. She picked up the book (one of fairy tales of all things), and placed it on the floor next to her. The spirit vessel she placed gently on the pillow next to his head, and she took his hand ever so gently as she tucked a lock of his hair off to the side.

The glow of the crystal flared gently infusing him with light as the Warrior of now Light and Darkness held her breath, even as his deepened. As he started to wake, she dropped his hand, realizing it may not be welcome, even as he arched his back in a stretch, arms pulled above his head. Blinking away the years, ruby eyes locked into her sapphire ones and time froze once more. Reaching out with his right hand, he stilled again looking down at it wonder and flexing the fingers as if feeling them for the first time. Quickly sitting up, the blanket falling forgotten, he patted himself, chest, shoulders, and a hand lingering on his face where the crystal once encroached, an incredulous laugh sputtered to life. Hope beyond hope at every movement sprung into her chest as she gasped for breath once more watching his motions.

Eyes locked once more, and he gently reached out with both hands to cup her face-wiping at the corners of her eyes where tears had already started to spring. Leaning forward his lips caressed hers lightly before they crashed together meeting for the first time on this World, yet ever familiar and desperate for confirmation. Hesitation gone, her own hands reached greedily for him, raising up on her knees to hold him close, to know it was really him--all of him there to stay.

The beam of light had moved across the floor as they had their reunion, foreheads leaning against each other, arms still encircling the other, soft laughter echoed throughout the chamber.

“Good morning, G’raha Tia, my love, Welcome Home.”

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icarushasfallenfromthestars · 3 years

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Found (Outside The Screen) (Dream x GN! Reader) Part 2

Request: That dream angst fuckin wrecked my heart..any chance for a part 2 with comfort(im not the og requester so if not thats fine its just OUGH my heart)

Part 1

Once again. This is a completely fictitious story and version of Clay.

TW: Panic attacks, self deprecating thoughts,

"(Y/n)!"

His voice echoed through the house as you scrambled around corners to escape the possible wrath of your boyfriend. Or maybe even soon to be ex boyfriend.

He's gonna find you...

The house wasn't even that big, and quite an open concept, so you had no idea why you were finding it so confusing. All you knew at the moment was...

Get out.

Once your eyes landed on the door that lead out, you made a beeline towards it and flung it open. Maybe you should've known better than to attempt to run from the manhunt god...

The footsteps pounding against the floor not too far behind you startled you enough to jump outside and slam the door behind you in hopes of giving yourself enough time to run farther.

Where... were you?

Doesn't matter. Don't go back.

Oh God... He hates you..

Why wouldn't he..?

He was too embarrassed to show you to his chat!

What did you do that was so embarrassing?

God.. What was so wrong with you that he stayed in his streaming room for days on end!?

You had no clue where you were. Nothing looked familiar. What time is it? No clue, you don't have your... Your phone!

78 Missed calls from Clay💚

2 Missed calls from George👓🇬🇧

7 Missed calls from Sapnap🔥

Was... He so mad that his friends were trying to yell at you too? You tilted your head slightly and scrolled through the other notifications on your lockscreen.

You glanced down at the screen and say Clay was making call number 79... Man, he was persistent.. and he would probably continue to call until you answered...

Your finger hovered over the decline button, before slowly moving over and landing on the green one instead. "...Hello...?"

"(Y/n)...?" Had... He been crying...? "Oh my god! You're alive!" He gasped out with glee before giving a few sobs of... relief...?

"...You... Aren't... Mad?" You whispered very softly and hesitantly, your voice scratchy and sore from crying.

Your battery was almost dead...

"C-Clay.. My phone is going to die.." You murmured softly, your heart filling with dread as you turned down your brightness and closed any unnecessary apps.

"..(Y/n)?"

"Yeah?"

"I lov-"

Your phone died..

Pulling the device away from your head, you pressed the buttons a few times before groaning and shoving it into your pockets as you began to walk.

You rose your arm to shield your face from the onslaught of water that a car had caused by driving through a large puddle before running your hand down your face.

Biting your lip, you shook off the thought as you looked up again to see the steakhouse that you were directed to go to, the signs glowingly and people shuffling in and out through the doors...

Then there was another man, standing under a large black umbrella wearing a damp lime green hoodie...

Only you'd recognize that face anywhere where others wouldn't.. Standing in the street lights perfectly was your boyfriend, Clay.

Your heart trembled but also melted slightly upon seeing that he wasn't paying attention to his screen anymore. You. He was focused on finding you...

You buried your face into the male's sweater, that was beginning to become soaked as well from the rain and you, and closed your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him.

"(Y/n)?"

"Mm..?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Clay."

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malleus-maledicarum · 3 years

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Consciousness hits Dorian like a stone suddenly, tho he can barely tell as his eyes open to pure darkness.

And in that darkness he lays for a moment, gathering his bearings. Before too long objects start shifting into view; familiar objects. It hits him again This is his room. It's unmistakable. The desk with his collectibles, the wardrobe, the window overlooking the yard though right now the curtains were closed. He was home. But...how? What was this? A dream? Did...

His questioning is cut off by the door opening a crack to let a slice of light to cut into the room. Faintly, there's the sound of music coming from downstairs.

Whether by compulsion, or curiosity....or worse, fear, he cautiously heads to the door to follow the music. The house is empty, no signs of anyone having come through recently

More than that the halls feel Strange Still his house, absolutely but.... They're off. As if everything was moved an inch to the left. And all the portraits are blank, empty voids where paintings once lived.

And were the hallways always this winding? It feels like it takes forever to reach the stairs, as if walking a maze. His hand grips the banister in a feeble attempt to ground himself.

The music is closer, a grand sweeping melody that honestly sounds like something his Mother would request played. Suppose that makes sense then that the music seems to be coming from their entertaining room.

Through the closed double doors he can see passing shadows that interrupt the light in the cracks. Were his parents throwing a party and didn't inform him? That was odd but...surely he had studying to do? Honestly so many details were hazy right now.

Curiosity once again getting the better of him, he pushes the door open ever so slightly to catch a glimpse inside. The room is much larger than he remembered it, too large to even fit the house. Lights dot the room, almost making everything blur with an ethereal glow. Masked shapes elegantly dance amongst each other, perfectly in tune with the band.

It's almost like a dream. And he realizes, that's because it is. The fact becomes clear when he sees a very specific figure mingling in the crowd.

Holding the hands of a faceless figure is Karver, who turns and catches Dorian's gaze.

"Oh there you are!" He detaches himself from the dancer, who stands perfectly still and watching them. Karver pays them no mind. "I was hoping you would find me, come in come in! You've never visited my home have you? Here, dance with me while we talk"

Dorian cannot get a word or protest in edgewise as Karver grabs his hand and pulls him into the swaying fray of bodies. All he can feel is confusion and indignation as Karver takes the lead position, resting a hand on his hip and pushing him around like a broom.

Getting his bearings, Dorian attempts and fails to stop the waltz and just goes along with it until he can exit the dream. "So it's your fault I'm here. Typical. Wh- what is this place? You're "home"? What does that mean?"

Karver chuckles, dipping him and quickly snatching him back up. "Did you expect me to just live in the emptiness of that little head of yours? Of course not. During my imprisonment, I've managed to create a respite while I finish up my work. Lovely, isn't it?"

The room spins around them, streaks of colors and shapes. Vague in every sense, it's impossible to make out any details Except Dorian strains his neck, swearing he sees someone familiar but Karver just keeps them moving. "I wanted to have a discussion with you, Dori. Try and reach an understanding."

Dorian cringes at the nickname "Absolutely not. In every sense. I'm done listening to you. All you have to say is poisonous drivel and I'm beyond fed up with it."

"Okay. Yes, alright I've been...less than kind to you." His hand sweeps out and quickly pulls Dorian back in holding him almost intimately close. "Even tonight I've said some less than cordial things to you. I'm realizing I've been going about this the wrong way."

This takes him aback. Karver has never once shown any signs of empathy or kindness in the entire time they've been together. Rarely to others and certainly never to him. Dorian stares into the eyes of his disease for...well anything. Hints of lying, mockery. Anything to make this make sense. "You...Have made my life more of a hell than it already was." His tone is cold, doing its best at indifference.

Karver's expression furrows, a tinge of annoyance, but he plays it off. "Your life was never that bad. Anyways. Yes. I've been cruel to you. It's for that reason I want to make amends. Make the transition easier."

"Transition?"

"Yes, for when I take over the body. You see-"

At that sentiment, Dorian finally rips himself from the dance and firmly plants his stance to glade daggers into his double.

The room falls silent and the figures stand perfectly still.

"You. Are not taking over, do you understand me you fucking plague.?"

With a sigh, Karver steps forward. His face looks the closest to sympathetic Dorian has ever seen. "You're getting weaker, Dorian. You were already so...weak. So small. You were barely able to survive childhood. Even now, you're losing your fight. Each dose grows more ineffective as your serum does its work, as I do my work." He steps closer Dorian takes another step back. "You made me-"

"I did NOT. You are a failed experiment and the WORST side effect-"

"YOU. Made. Me. You wanted a total overhaul. A full body and mental enhancement. You. wanted everything better."

They continue their perfectly in sync walk, one following the other, until Dorian feels his back hit the wall. Karver poses himself over him, all but trapping him in their conversation.

"You wanted everything fixed, you wanted to perfect yourself, and my Detested I'm sorry to tell you there was simply too much to fix." His hand reaches up to gently tuck a lock of hair behind Dorian's ear.

The man finds himself frozen, memories of that night filling his vision. The injection The awful feeling the night after followed by a few nights of feeling wonderful. The first time he heard Karver's voice. The voice that continues to lecture him.

"There was simply too much work to do, and I think on some level you recognize that don't you? You were never fast or strong. Not even head of your class. It tried, your little mixture truly did...but the only option left was to start from scratch."

When did Karver get this close? When did he wrap his hand around his in such a tender embrace? Intimacy alone was foreign to Dorian, but from his disease it was baffling. "I am your cure. I am the solution you asked for. But I know...how terrifying this must actually be for you. Trust me, I know how bleak nothing is. I could have made the process less painful, but my anger got the better of me. I want to remedy that now, and offer you a choice."

"A..A...." Words fail him. He's backed against a wall by his greatest enemy in such a passionate embrace, speaking to him in a way he's never experienced before "A choice?"

"Keep fighting. Succumb tired and afraid, losing potentially every aspect of yourself...or. Come willingly." Now Karver is cradling Dorian's face.

"Let me assimilate you by your own choice, complete the transition, and not only do you go with some dignity and grace but who knows? Maybe some traces of you will remain! The best parts of you accentuating my already superior attributes."

And there it was. The confused look on Dorian's face contorts into pure horror. Karver is looking at him with full sincerity, his voice so gentle and calm. As if this was a good ultimatum.

"Y-you." Dorian is practically shaking. "You're asking me whether I wish to be murdered or EUTHANIZED?"

"If you have to put such ugly terms on it...yes. Go peacefully or go down swinging but regardless Dorian, you are going to succumb. You pushed the needle in, your inferior body created me to replace you, the least I could do is offer you some mercy-"

"Mercy??" He scoffs, attempting to wrench his hand free. "You call this MERCY? Asking me to give up EVERYTHING to you, my whole life thrown away for someone else to live!"

"Oh please you were barely living your life. The crime they pinned on you aside, you had the social skills of a thorn bush. You couldn't even make a friend with the one person willing to talk to you. You were nothing and even if you get rid of me you will go back to being nothing."

Ouch. That's why the face looked familiar. Dorian looks back out into the crowd, now realizing the perfectly still figures were all people they knew And sure enough among them was Douglas. Masked, but undeniable.

"You...why is he here...?" His voice is a whisper. "Did...you make him?"

Karver follows Dorian's gaze and is silent for a moment. "...He was brilliant. And talented. He would have done amazing things. Then because of you, all that was taken away. This is more evidence. All you do is break things. You were a runt of a child and have grown into a failure of a man. Once replaced, maybe this body will be put to use."

"I...That was NOT my fault." A strange new fire he'd never felt rose in his stomach. "I am TRYING. And yes. I fuck up. But that is part of living. I'm...I'm going to swt things right. I'm going to survive. They're going to help me find my cure, and you will be such a forgotten memory even I won't remember your putrid name."

Karver is silent for a long while, studying Dorian closely. He seems to come to some sort of decision and sighs closely before stepping very close to him. "I want it known...I offered peace. And from here on out you will be treated as a tumor. And I am going to have you cut. Out. Dorian Rathmore. I tried being civil."

Without warning, his teeth were in Dorian's neck. Pain shot through him and he could feel blood dripping down Karver's mouth.

He sat upright suddenly. And a smile spread across Karver's face. After penning a letter and having it sent to the inn, he set off With newfound purpose and a new deal to make.

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critical condition (m) - 1

pair: hoseok x reader, light jungkook x reader (series) themes: med student!reader, nurse!hoseok, lots of medically-related flirting genre: smut, some fluff, future angst warnings: dom/sub undertones, dirty talk, thigh riding, orgasm denial

you knew that your first rotation as a medical student was going to have its challenges. you did not anticipate one of those challenges to be dealing with a handsome ER nurse who won’t give you a break.

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“Joon, I genuinely don’t know if I’ll make it.”

“Ah, don’t be so negative,” he reassures you. “It takes a learning curve but it’s only been one week.”

“I’ve messed up so much though! They’ll just stand me in the corner and shame me until I melt into a puddle.”

“It takes time to adjust,” he protests.

You fix him with an annoyed look. “Did you know someone came in and they tried to give it to me as an easy first case? One that’s dumbass-proof, right?” He nods, a little weary of what you’ll say next. “It was an ear infection. Did you know what I forgot to do, Namjoon?” You lean in across the cafeteria table towards him for dramatic effect. “I forgot to look at his fucking ear.” You lean back in your chair and groan into your hands.

Your friend winces, but does not let up on his optimism. “We’ve only just started, Y/N. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“Why do you always try to be so reasonable,” you grumble as you spoon the last of the mashed potatoes into your mouth. “It makes it harder to throw myself a pity party.”

Namjoon chuckles in response. “I’m saying it as much to myself as I am to you. Peds has not been easy,” he added with a sigh. “So many crying children, so many angry parents, so many impatient doctors…” He trails off, and you both sit there in silence thinking about the hellscapes you both have to return back to in a few minutes.

This was the first rotation for both of you as medical students, and though you had heard that most residency programs were more lenient on the first couple since you were still getting the hang of the clinical setting, you didn’t want to completely blow your chances at a good recommendation from your supervisors. Though your reputation during this past week was not doing you any good.

You and Namjoon had become fast friends in the whirlwind that was your first two years of medical school. He had saved your ass in anatomy lab, and you had come to his rescue in biochemistry. But despite your successes in the classroom, neither of you had anticipated how abrupt the transition would be from looking at textbooks and lectures to talking to real patients and actually diagnosing diseases yourself.

Add getting thrown into the ER for your first ever clinical experience, as was your luck. With the fast pace, the trauma emergencies you had to assist in on, just everything… you were in over your head. Just thinking about all of the questions you were going to have to ask (and would inevitably forget to ask) when you went back upstairs already was making your head spin. At least you could hold onto small fragments of your sanity when you grabbed food breaks, though you both had to return to reality soon.

Namjoon sighs as he pushes his chair back from the table, picking up his tray and giving you a small smile. “Best of luck.”

“You too, pal.”

The night started off better than your previous shifts this week have been. You had been more attentive when it comes to asking patients what brings them in today, remembered key aspects of physical exams when it applied, and you actually felt a little competent. But then you had left for your dinner break, and by the time you made it back to the ER all hell had broken loose.

The other local hospitals were at capacity which meant that all ambulances were going to come to you instead. On top of that, a new rush of admissions had come in, and now the ER was overflowing with people who needed quick medical attention. Soon there were a million things going on and before you knew it, it was past midnight and you were barely staying afloat. You were quickly sent out by the attending to grab a laceration tray, and all of your usual spots to check for supplies were empty. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, using all of your 3 brain cells to think. If I was a laceration tray, where would I be hiding?

“Looking for this?” you heard someone say in a playful tone. You opened your eyes. An outstretched hand had appeared in front of you holding the coveted tray, and you turned to see a handsome nurse you had gotten to know well.

“Oh my God, Hobi,” you sigh in relief. “How did you know?”

He smirked, and you wanted to roll your eyes at him. “I overheard the resident while I passed outside of the room, so I went ahead and grabbed one for you.”

You smile. “Thank you, seriously. This shift is getting insane, I thought I was going to have a heart attack.”

He gasped dramatically in response. “Well we wouldn’t want that! Though,” he added as he leans in closer to you, “I guess it’s a good thing I’m CPR-certified,” he responds with a wink.

You actually do roll your eyes this time. “You and everyone else in this hospital.”

The first shift in the emergency department may have well been the worst day of your life. Patients had gotten upset with you for forgetting to fulfill requests they had made, you had gotten lost three times in the maze of hallways, and you kept fumbling with every question asked of you. You were under the resident Dr. Kim for that shift, and would continue to be on his charge for the rest of the week. You were petrified because he was chief resident, but he urged you to drop formalities and just call him Seokjin. He was incredibly kind and understanding when you made mistakes (which was often).

Near the end of the shift, Seokjin had asked you to grab a suture kit so he could close up someone’s finger that had gotten sliced. You had agreed enthusiastically, eager to redeem yourself, but realized the second you stepped out of the room you had no clue where the sutures were kept.

Great.

You didn’t know what to do but you were NOT going back into there to ask and make a fool of yourself for the 20th time today. As nice as the resident was being to you, you didn’t want to test his patience either. You wanted to lock yourself into one of the closets and hide until they found you and kicked you out of medical school, because it felt inevitable at this point.

Right as you were contemplating ways to escape the hospital, you felt someone tap on your shoulder.

“Are you looking for something?”

Maybe your prayers had been answered, because when you turned around to see who was speaking you swear you saw an angel sent from the heavens for you. His smile was dazzling, with adorable dimples peeking out from the corners of his mouth, and his chestnut hair looked divinely soft as it swooped down onto his forehead. He brushed it out of his eyes, and you noticed that his arms looked strong and toned, and it only made you wonder what other muscles he must be hiding under his scrubs.

He looked like a sun-kissed god who had somehow gotten lost in the ER hallways. And from the way he was smirking at you, he could definitely tell you had been checking him out. Shit.

“D-do you know where the sutures are kept?”, you managed to squeak out. He grinned. It would be your luck that he procured exactly what you needed from his pants pocket at that moment. You weren’t going to die, after all.

“I always keep a few packs on me, it’s come in handy before. Do you need nylon or monofilament? Probably monofilament.” He muses to himself as he rummages through his pockets some more. He looks up at you and asks, “Do you know what size you need either, 4-0 or 3-0?” You shake your head. “That’s okay! I’ll just give you one of each just in case.” He takes your hand, placing the suture packets into your palm and sending you a dazzling smile.

You were so relieved you could cry. “Oh my God, I love you, thank you so much,” you blurted without thinking, immediately cringing at your words.

“Wow sweetheart, at least take me out to dinner before you confess like that.” You felt your cheeks burn from his words, and he must have noticed your embarrassment because his tone was more gentle when he spoke next. “First day?”

God, it must be that obvious that you’re a deer in the headlights right now. You nod, putting the sutures into your white coat pocket.

He looked down at your badge, reading your name and credentials. God, your name sounded so much nicer coming from his lips. “Medical student?” You nod again.

“I remember my first day, it was rough. It does get better though, I promise.” You nod dumbly once more, not fully believing him. He offers you a small smile. “Listen,” he says as he comes to stand behind you, lightly grabbing your shoulders and maneuvering you towards wherever he wants you to look. You could feel the heat of his touch through your thin hospital-issued scrubs and coat, and it sent your pulse running.

He pointed a little way down from you in the hallway. “Do you see that door? That’s the supply closet, it will have almost anything you ever will need, on a shelf with a label. If it’s not there, try asking the ER secretary,” he steers you a little more to the right, pointing to the center of the area to where the nurses’ desks are located. “They know if no one else does. And if they can’t help you, you can always come find me.” He turns you around so that you are facing each other now, removing his hands from your shoulders, and you almost miss the feel of his touch on you. He points to himself. “My name’s Hoseok, see?” He points to his badge. Hoseok Jung, RN.

“You’re a lifesaver,” you sighed in relief. He laughed, and you could almost swoon at how pretty he looked when his eyes crinkled up like that. “I guess that is my job, technically. But for someone as cute as you? Anytime,” he replied with a wink. And with that he turned around, leaving you with cheeks red again from the compliment he had added without a second thought.

“Are you saying you wouldn’t want me to give you mouth-to-mouth?” He pouted, his dimples poking out from the corners of his mouth, but you saw the twinkle in his eyes. Cheeky bastard.

You laugh at him instead of entertaining his comment, taking the tray from his hands and preparing for your mad dash back to the patient room before the resident came looking for you. “Thank you, Hoseok!”

“That wasn’t a no!” he called after you. You shook your head, smiling to yourself. He had come to your rescue again and again over the past few days, almost as if he knew exactly when you needed his help. Maybe you were growing immune to his charms (or maybe you were becoming emboldened by them), but you were less intimidated and a little more flirtatious with each new interaction with him lately.

You make it back to the patient’s room, and Seokjin even lets you assist with suturing and repairing the wound, under his supervision. The attending had come in shortly after and praised your handiwork as well. You were over the moon!

But your joy at helping in a procedure for the first time was short-lived. In the next three rooms you entered, the family and patient decided you were the best person on staff to yell at about their outrageous waiting times in the ER. The patient after that did not verbally abuse you, and you made what you thought was a stellar interrogation and clinical analysis, but as you presented to the attending he sent you back for 15 more questions you hadn’t thought to ask. You just wanted to go home to pass out or cry, you would be fine with either at this point.

As you go to enter the room of the last patient you are assigned for the shift, you see Hoseok wheeling his mobile scribing computer out as he finished taking the preliminary exam. “Hey,” you place a hand on his upper arm to catch him from leaving too soon. “Can you brief me real quick on what’s up? Seokjin was too swamped to give me many details.”

“Oh, yeah sure.” Hoseok pulls up the patient chart. “Kid came in with severe abdominal pain going on for a couple of hours now. He’s hypertensive at 160/90 but that’s likely due to pain, and he’s tachycardic at 110 bpm. All other vitals look okay,” he added as he scrolls through. “I did a super quick overall physical exam on him just to make sure he wasn’t going to code. Lungs sound clear, heart sounded okay, but I have to run to the trauma bay since they’re short-staffed tonight, so I wasn’t able to do anything too focused on exam,” he explains. “That should get you started off at least though.” He grins and starts walking backwards away from you, tugging his computer along with him. “See you later, angel!” You slide open the room’s door and send him a smile back. “Thanks, Hobi. Good luck!”

You go inside and confirm all of the findings that Hoseok mentioned to you with the patient. The pain is all over his abdomen he says, and he can’t tell you exactly where it’s coming from but it’s clear he’s in a lot of discomfort. You ask a few more pointed questions to try and narrow down your diagnosis, double-check that his lungs and heart sound normal, and tell the patient the doctor will be in shortly to discuss their plan of care.

You go back outside and find Seokjin and the attending to present your findings in the small conference room connected to the ER hallway. “25 year-old male presents with severe abdominal pain, dull in character with increased severity upon ingestion. Pain began within the past two hours but patient states that it has been getting increasingly worse, and has increased to an 8 out of 10. Reports having nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea. Patient appears dehydrated which could be symptomatic of his condition or could be a result of his vomiting, and is tachycardic and hypertensive.”

Jin nods encouragingly, and the attending contemplates on what you have told him. “Good presentation, good initial history. Okay,” he continues, “what did you find on the physical exam?”

“His lungs appeared clear to auscultation and heart sounds were all normal, no murmurs noted. Patient did appear diaphoretic and feverish and had weakened grip strength and poorer motor skills than expected, but is capable of ambulation.”

The attending hums in response, looking over the patient’s chart. “Okay very good, no reason to suspect any cardiac or respiratory abnormalities. That’s important to ensure with all patients.” You beam, proud that you were at least ending the night on a high note and being praised for your work. “What else?”

You hesitate for a moment. “I believe that was everything, sir.”

“What about his abdomen?”

“Sir?”

He looks up at you from the computer. “What were your abdominal exam findings?” You can see Seokjin’s face pale slightly behind him, understanding what is happening.

You didn’t do it, you forgot. You didn’t examine the abdomen. Of a patient. With abdominal pain. You hear white noise ringing in your ears as panic sets in. “S-sir, I didn’t do a full abdomen exam.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “You didn’t do it?” You nod. “So then what were your differential diagnoses?”

You gulp. “I suspected appendicitis, diverticulitis, or colitis.”

“So what would be plan of care?”

You guess you had a chance to redeem yourself maybe now, if you were thorough with what you wanted to do with the patient. Maybe then the doctor would ease up on you some. “Initially manage pain and nausea with anti-emetic and pain relief medications. All of my differentials would be confirmed either by CT scan, most likely, so that would assist the patient in feeling better while imaging returns from radiology.” Hopefully, that was enough.

“I see,” the attending muses, looking back at the charts for a moment. You brace yourself for what he would say next. “So, you had made some ideas of what the patient could have going on, all abdominal-related, but,” he turns back towards you. “You didn’t even think to touch the patient first?”

Fuck. It had backfired. You wanted to melt into the ground. Seokjin offers you a sympathetic look from behind the attending as he grills you further while you shrink into your seat. You were getting your ass handed to you and you deserved it. You had to say something at this point; you would be damned if you had to keep working with this doctor who made the assumption that you were an enormous dumbass because of ONE mistake you made. You had to recover, and quick.

So you go with the first idea that comes to mind.

“Sir, I am regretful for not performing the physical exam myself, that was wrong of me to do,” you apologize. “I had spoken with the nurse assigned to this patient prior to taking the history, and he had told me that he had already done a physical exam and the findings should be in the chart from his records, but I suppose he failed to do so.”

You knew what you were doing wasn’t fair, but Hoseok was in the trauma bay and would never know. And you had to do something to save face or any chance you had at matching into emergency medicine were going to be gone at this rate. “I had higher expectations from him but it was my mistake for entrusting him to do that correctly.”

The attending is quiet as you make this excuse as believable and apologetic as possible, then scrolls through the chart. “It says Hoseok Jung was the nurse assigned to his care.” You bristle at hearing his name. “He’s usually incredibly thorough with his job,” the attending mentions in surprise. “I guess this time he didn’t record the findings as he normally would.” He turns to you now, and you pray for salvation from his wrath. “Next time, don’t rely on anyone else on staff. Make sure you do the exam yourself, and trust your own knowledge and intuition most. Others can be wrong, too.” He sighs, and you let out your own sigh of relief. “Okay, I’m going to go grab a coffee and I’ll take care of the patient from here.” He gets up and heads out the conference room door, but turns around to add one last comment before he goes. “Good work, Y/N.”

You thank every power in this universe for sparing you this once. Your recommendation letter was still safe, for now.

“Hey,” you hear the other person left in the room call out to you. You look over at Seokjin and feel a pang of guilt from the expression he has.

“I know what you were trying to do there.” He sounds disappointed, and you feel like a little kid, caught doing something they shouldn’t. You avert your eyes, opting to look down at your shoes instead of look at him directly. His tone softens some. “It’s been a rough week for you to start on, and it’s hard to get the hang of talking to patients and all. I don’t blame you for it, but it’s best to just own up to a mistake instead of bringing someone else into it.” He gets up from his seat to leave, and pauses as he walks by you to put a hand on your shoulder. You look up at him again.; his eyes are empathetic and understanding. “You must be exhausted. Go home and get some sleep, okay?” You nod, and he turns to leave out of the door.

God. You felt like such a colossal bitch. You close your eyes and rub your temples. At least the shift from hell was finally over, and you survived. You still had a chance to properly earn the respect of this attending, and you could finally enjoy your first day off tomorrow. You get up and head out of the conference room as well, closing the door behind you.

“Hey there,” you hear someone say to your left, and you jump. You look over and see Hoseok with his scribing computer, staring intently at the screen.

Your blood runs cold for a moment, and you look at him nervously. “Hey,” you answer quietly. “How was the trauma?”

He doesn’t move to look over at you as he responds. “Oh, they had it under control so they sent me back to this hall,” he says offhandedly as he resumes his typing.

“Oh.” You nod slowly, looking at the floor for a second, thinking to yourself in a panic. Fuck, what if he was right outside the room the whole time? Could he have heard you throw him under the bus like that? You look back over at him, very tentatively. He doesn’t seem as animated and charismatic as he usually is with you, his jaw clenched tight like he’s frustrated with something.

But maybe he’s just tired after a long shift, or had a bad patient? Right?

“Okay well, I’m done for the night so I’m going to finish up my charting,” you offer eagerly. He doesn’t move to even look at you, and the guilt comes creeping into your bones again. You turn and walk back towards one of the computer desks, swiping your badge to log in. You start typing notes up, but your thinking gets more and more muddled with every line you write.

There would probably have been so many other chances to recover from that one slip-up. Why did you act like it was the end of the world? Was it worth it just for the off-chance that you might get a good recommendation? You haven’t even liked this rotation so far. You sit in your chair, staring blankly at someone’s lab report from 4 hours ago mulling over whether or not you completely ruined your friendship with Hoseok.

Lost in your thoughts, you don’t hear when the mobile computer rolls up behind you, and someone says your name quietly.

You jump, and you feel your ears turning pink as you recognize the voice, lacking its usual light-hearted tone. You turn to look at him, and his face was completely devoid of any emotion. You feel a chill go down your spine. “Can you help me get something from the supply room?”

God, he did. He must have heard you. You nod, not trusting yourself to say anything out loud, and get up to follow him meekly down the hall and into the supply closet, the same one he had pointed out to you on your first day. Ironic, somehow. Hoseok opens the door, motioning for you to walk in first, and you oblige.

He walks in after you, flipping on the lights and shutting the door behind him, locking it quickly. You barely have enough time to turn around to face him before you felt him move. He pushed you backwards, your back meeting the wall behind you with a soft thud. His forearms rested on either side of your head, propping himself up and caging you in. You look at him in surprise and can’t help yourself from letting out a small gasp. His jaw was still set but his eyes had turned overwhelmingly dark, swimming with anger.

You had expected Hoseok to yell at you, call you a bitch, threaten to tell the attending. Best case scenario, he actually needed your help getting something and you would be fine and he heard nothing. What you did not expect was this.

“So,” he starts, a lazy drawl to his voice, “I heard someone thinks she’s been around the block enough times to put a nurse in his place.”

Your cheeks burn at his words. “That’s not what I was-”

He cuts you off. “What did you say again?” He pulls back for a moment, pretending to be lost in thought. “You had ‘higher expectations’ of me?” He chuckles. “I’m sorry to be such a disappointment, princess.” The pet name sent shivers down your back.

God, you had really fucked up. “No, wait,” you push your hands up against his chest to try and get some space for a moment so you could explain yourself. You tried not to think about how firm he felt under your fingertips, and how your pulse was quickening from being in such close proximity to him. “I didn’t mean to-”

Hoseok moves so fast you don’t even fully process it, grabbing your wrists away from your feeble attempts to make room between you two and pinning them above your head. It takes everything in you to not gasp out loud, the action going straight to your core. What the fuck was happening right now?

“Shh,” he whispers condescendingly against your ear, your heart fluttering from his close proximity. “I think you’ve said plenty today, wouldn’t you agree? I think it’s my turn to talk, hmm?” He pulls back to look at you, a wolf-life expression engulfing his features. You swallow and nod dumbly. “Good girl,” he smirks, and you hold in the urge to moan out.

“Did you forget that I have been at this ER for three years?” He crowds your body against the wall, his chest flush against yours. “That I have more experience than you?” You felt breathless like you had been running for miles. You were losing your mind.

“That just because you’re a medical student,” he grabs your white coat and pulls you closer to him, making you shudder, “doesn’t mean you get to push me around like that?”

Your head was swimming and you had lost all coherent thoughts, but you were still desperate to clear the air between you. “If you just would let me explain-” Your words are cut off as Hoseok pulls back and places his hand across your mouth, muffling anything you have to say. Your eyes widen in anger and in arousal, and he smirks again.

“Didn’t I say no talking?” You try to protest, muffling words against his palm, and he lets out a sound of disapproval. “Are you going to be a good girl and listen?”

You actually moan out against his hand this time. Something about being at his complete mercy like this was unraveling you in ways you had never felt before, and he was clearly catching on. Hoseok grins, eyes swimming with lust, and leans in to whisper against your ear once more. “Oh? Does someone like being put in her place?” You moan out again, a muffled quiet admission. He uses his free hand to dip behind your white coat and pull you closer to him by the waist, until you lay flush against him.

“Sweetheart, I think you should remember,” He had pulled you so close against him that you could feel his growing arousal against your lower stomach. Your eyes roll back, and he chuckles. “If you didn’t have me, you still would be fumbling around the hallways, in a daze.” You could barely process his admonishing words at this point. You cant your hips towards his, desperate for any stimulation, and he groans deeply against the shell of your ear. You felt so fucked out, and he hadn’t even touched you.

Hoseok finally acquiesces, using his thigh to part your legs open, and you let out another muffled moan as he ground his leg up against you, offering you some relief. “Look at you, so desperate for me,” he traces the shell of your ear with his tongue, “grinding against me like a dirty whore.” You didn’t even realize it, but you were right; he had stopped moving and you were still chasing your pleasure, riding his muscular thigh without realizing it. “I can feel how soaked you are through both of our scrubs. So wet, just for me?” His words should have embarrassed you, but you were so far gone you didn’t care. It only turned you on more.

He pulls back from you suddenly, much to your displeasure, and you whine out in protest. “Oh I’m sorry angel,” he comments unapologetically, drawing his gaze up and down your body, “but only girls who behave themselves get what they want.” He had the cockiest look you had ever seen on his face, and you could feel tears pricking the corners of your eyes from frustration.

You could choke Hoseok right now, but you were too desperate for him to continue. You needed to reach your end. So you grabbed the hem of his scrub top. “I won’t do it again, I’ll be a good girl,” you begged, not even fully hearing yourself as you tried to pull him back and finish what he started. “I promise, please!”

The tears in your eyes, your flushed cheeks, the desperation in your voice. It was unraveling him too, though he didn’t want to admit it. He closed his eyes, throwing his head back with a groan. “I don’t think you’ve quite learned your lesson yet,” he tuts as he looks down at you again, his eyes hooded and you moan again, almost in relief. “I think you need me to remind you where you belong.”

At that exact moment, someone turns the key in the locked door, and Hoseok springs back away from you towards some of the shelving on the opposite side of the closet. Your thoughts are still flustered, not processing anything, and you stay pinned against the wall as though his hands are still on you, holding you there. The door opens to reveal none other than, as your luck would have it, Seokjin.

“Oh, Hoseok,” he starts, then notices your presence in the closet as well. His cheeks flush, and you are mortified. You must look like the definition of a hot mess. “Oh...Y/N… I thought your shift ended already?”

“Oh hey! It sure did!” You respond, sounding way too chirpy, pulling yourself up from the wall and towards Seokjin. You see out of the corner of your eye that Hoseok suppressing a laugh. How the fuck does he look completely unaffected and flawless, and you’re still trying to catch your breath? “I was just… making sure that we had enough supplies for next shift! There weren’t any laceration trays here earlier.”

He eyes the two of you wearily. “Okay… I guess so.”

Hoseok shrugs, back to his cheery self leaving his dark, dominating persona behind, as though he had flipped a switch. “Hey, Jin!” He exclaims as he walks over to the resident. “Y/N was just telling me about her amazing case with the kid with appendicitis! It’s a shame I forgot to write down the abdomen exam findings though.” Seokjin looked over at you in confusion. “She said she would teach me a thing or two about being a good clinician whenever she got a chance,” Hoseok adds while giving you a look laced with hidden meanings. You wanted to kill him.

Hoseok clapped Jin on the back. “I’ll see you later, man,” and he saunters out of the closet. Seokjin looks at you for a moment, looks out the door at Hoseok, decides not to press any further questions, and turns around and out the door. Leaving you alone, still incredibly affected, confused, and pissed.

a/n: this is my very first fic in a loooooooooooong time!! i got hit with some inspiration recently and wanted to try my hand at writing again, and i really like how it turned out considering i’m kinda rusty hehe. i hope you enjoyed reading this, i’m planning on making it into a bit of a series with a few more parts. thank you so much for reading!!

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