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drabble: you’re next (3tan) (m) | myg

drabble: you’re next | part one pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: three tangerines | fall drabbles masterlist | submit! rating/genre: m (18+) ; fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: after you get the texts from yoongi, you continue to keep goading him. little do you know that he’s still at the festival. because your brother is the only one that left. note: so… this is part 2 to the first fall drabble apple bobbing bc of this post. y’all are spoiled af what am i gonna do with you all lolll note 2: if you haven’t read the three tangerines series yet, i highly encourage you to! the side characters would make a lot more sense :D also this is unedited LOL warnings: language, dirty talk, fingering, tae is best boy, oral (f rec), haunted house, yoongi on the phone lol i’m sorry, spanking, edging, yoongi is rude?? drop date: october 13th, 2022, 9:07pm est word count: 4.5k lolll

Yoongi [8:20pm]: You’re next :))

Shaken, you stash your phone, a large hand clapping on your shoulder the second thing that makes you yelp.

Tae’s concern is ruined by a giggle, “You okay? This room’s empty.”

“Says you,” you scoff, “Y’all just went too fast.”

He looks around, taking in the boarded up walls and funhouse mirrors shrouded in dark cloth. More random roars and screams echo throughout the building, but neither of you are deterred.

“Well. Unlike you, I’m not scared of my reflection.”

Ass! Feigning a pout, you charge ahead of his laughs, “Yeah, whatever. Let’s go.”

“What did he send you?”

“Huh?”

Taehyung easily catches up to your still form with confident strides, pointing at your bag. “I saw that,” he reveals through a smirk. “No way it could’ve been anyone else.”

Damn it.

The group behind you sounds close, so you and Tae make your way through a hallway of webs while you admit,

“He sent a fucking photo.”

“Of himself?”

“Yeah.”

Taehyung brushes a dangling cobweb as he has to crouch, voice is so deep that you have to lean in to hear, “That’s actually shocking.”

“I know!” you exclaim in a whisper. “That’s why I’m slightly freaked out.”

“Did he say anything else?”

“He—Fuck!”

The puff of air that shoots right into your side makes you collide into your friend, and he catches you with strong arms while blowing out amusement.

“Shut up.”

“I’ve never seen you this jumpy!” He lets out another laugh as you leave the air-filled corridor and enter another dark room. “It’s so cute.”

“I just. He just.” You sigh, fishing out your phone to show him the thread because you can’t bring yourself to repeat it out loud.

And as soon as Taehyung sees both the picture and the text, his face releases a whole flurry of butterflies across your chest.

“That’s the scariest thing I’ve seen all day.”

“See? What the fuck.”

“You’re in more trouble than I thought.”

You groan, pocketing your phone and hearing Yuri’s scream a few rooms away, the telltale giggles following right after.

Dom also cusses so loud that both you and Taehyung burst into laughter yourselves.

Maybe Yoongi’s texts showed up on their phones, too. Since that’s the only frightening thing you can think of right now.

“What’re you gonna say?”

“Absolutely nothing,” you claim, eyes darting to the hisses and squawks around the glowing area. There’s no way you can respond right now, especially since he’s walking around with your brother.

“Why not?”

“You know exactly why!”

“Damn,” Taehyung comments, drawing out the syllable to try and guilt you. “He eyefucks you and you leave him hanging…”

“Tae!”

“I’m sorry, did we look at the same picture? He even—”

You launch yourself in an attempt to cover his mouth, but he easily swats your arms away.

“He”—a muffled giggle—“Even gave you tongue—”

Your groan is more like a cry this time as you shut your eyes in defeat, the picture already burned so hard into your vision that you still see it.

Because fucking hell, Yoongi knows what he did.

Footsteps and chatter approach from behind again, so you and Tae move forward while steam escapes your ears.

“Just send one thing.”

“No.”

“He clearly sent that without remorse,” he notes, and the bubbling sounds of a cauldron are all you get in warning before a humongous witch charges out of nowhere.

Shrieking.

Both you and Tae yell in response, amused at how smushed together and bent backwards you are when the worker retreats into her station.

“I did not expect her to be seven feet tall.”

“I’m gonna ask her out.”

After you head into the next room—adrenaline spiked into the ceiling—your friend reminds you of his persistence.

“Humor me,” he starts, and you tilt your head with lips pursed. “He’d lose his shit!”

“What do I even send?”

“Whatever’s in your heart.”

“Wow.”

“Or your p—”

“Stop.”

While he laughs, you spot a tiny sign hovering over a dark door on your right.

Bathroom, you assume? Maybe for costume changes.

“Okay, fine,” you relent, taking out your phone and knowing this could be a super bad idea. “But I’m only sending this because I’m tired of you.”

“Whatever. You love being goaded.”

Staring at your thread, you walk forward with tiny steps, wondering what the hell to say.

His picture is certainly not helping.

The only thing you can come up with is your default. The same damn concept you fell back on at the booth. Because if your earlier taunt resulted in whatever fresh hell this was, you’re highly interested in seeing what your text will bring.

Huffing a frown at Taehyung, you show him what you wrote.

And he gives you a triumphant smirk in return.

You [8:30pm]: do it u won’t🙄

After you get through the haunted house, the street is a lot more crowded, with lights illuminating everyone’s heads and distinct festival sounds embedding in your ears.

Since all of you decide that the adrenaline and scare-induced laughter will quickly turn into hunger, you head to one of the food stalls calling your noses. Which is great timing because you need a good distraction.

Because ever since you sent the text, you’ve been checking your phone periodically, both relieved and anxious that Yoongi hasn’t replied. Like your mind can’t decide which outcome is better.

It’s only after you order and stand next to Tae that you feel a message come through.

And suddenly your bag weighs a ton.

You give your friend a look before you check it, and he watches as you clutch your phone a tad tighter.

Yoongi [8:45pm]: Wanna bet?

You [8:45pm]: omg u know u can’t

Yoongi [8:45pm]: Bet I can

What the hell? If he’s around your brother being this brazen then you’re full-on dreaming.

The wind picks up, and you shiver as you type your next message.

You [8:47pm]: ???

Yoongi [8:48pm]: He left lol. I’m with Jimin now

Oh.

Your brother left?

And Yoongi stayed?

…That changes things.

You [8:50pm]: just y’all?

Yoongi [8:52pm]: Yeah

Yoongi [8:53pm]: Rather it be just us though :\

Your phone damn near falls out of your hand.

Because this cannot be happening.

What kind of alternate reality did you step into? Why is he suddenly so forthcoming you want to hurl your device into the nearest bin?

Whatever it is, he needs to quit before you run out of air.

Humming, you grapple onto reality before diving into conversation with Tae.

“It’s just him and Jimin now.”

“Now what?”

“I dunno!” you whisper, appalled that he’s left you out to dry in the cold. “You’re the one that put me up to this.”

He laughs. “I just wanted to see what he’d say. I didn’t expect to get this far.”

Groaning, you look down at your texts, wondering what the hell to do.

You [8:55pm]: just us?🥺

Yoongi [8:56pm]: Acting cute won’t work today, doll

Yoongi [8:57pm]: Not after what you pulled

Well.

Shit.

Everyone else at this festival be damned.

You [9:00pm]: i don’t recall a thing

Yoongi [9:05pm]: Uh huh

Yoongi [9:05pm]: You’re just making it worse for yourself

As your other friends get their food, you watch them go to a table before you sigh,

“Wish I could see him.”

The words come out so naturally that you even surprise yourself.

And Taehyung’s smile can be heard in his voice when he replies,

“Then do that.”

“Not here,” you mutter. “There’s way too many people around.”

“So?” When you shoot him a rueful look, he cocks a brow. “Everyone’s just enjoying themselves. I can sit with them if you wanna find him.”

Your heart skips right into Tae’s hands.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Keep it quick, though,” he says, looking towards the table your friends huddle around, eating and finally quiet. “Even though they look beat. They could still be down for stuff.”

“We stayed up so late last night,” you explain through a smile. “Movie marathons are no joke at Reia’s place.”

“Wow, thanks for the invite.”

“We thought—Well, I thought you were busy.”

“Mm. Perhaps.”

You don’t know what you’d do without Taehyung in your life. If only you were able to pack him in your car to keep during your university days.

But alas. He’s here now. And being the most supportive of your sneaky ways as he can be.

After you go up to get your food, you hold the container in one hand while messaging. “Lemme see what he says.”

You [9:07pm]: prove it then

It doesn’t take long for him to answer.

Yoongi [9:09pm]: You sure?

You [9:09pm]: i got 15 min tops

Yoongi [9:10pm]: Lmaoo that’s plenty

Yoongi [9:11pm]: Call me when you dip

Can he get any more insufferable today?

That’s plenty? For what!

Nerves buzz as you and Tae make a plan before you walk off, hoping at least Dominique understands where you’re going.

Well. You’re gonna get an earful later either way. May as well make this fifteen minutes count.

But when you’re a safe distance away in the crowd, you ring him up, wondering what could possibly await you on the other side of the line.

“Hi.”

“Hey. Where are you?”

“By the food trucks.”

“Head towards the haunted house. There’s gonna be a churros stall on your left.”

A churros stall? You didn’t expect that.

“Okay.”

“You want anything?”

“No, it’s okay! I just got food.”

“K. We’ll be here.”

How you can instantly spot Yoongi in a crowd is always gonna be a mystery.

Even with his hood up and draped in dark colors, your eyes zero right onto him, watching as he grabs something from a vendor that turns incredibly shy.

And Yoongi swivels in time to see your smile of understanding, too far away to catch the way you cease breathing.

Which is good. He doesn’t need his ego inflated even more.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

Looking around, you take in the rest of the line and wonder, “Where’s Jimin?”

“Getting something else.”

Oh.

He leads you around the corner, settling into a space between the stalls only occupied by trash cans and trodden leaves. A tiny nook where you can pretend that you’re just hanging out with Yoongi like it’s the most normal thing.

And suddenly it’s your favorite area of the festival.

“Those smell so good,” you notice, mouth salivating as you lean on the warm side of the churro booth.

“Want some?”

“Nah. This was expensive enough.” Grabbing the wrapping, you look around at the people passing by.

Did you say no because you feel jittery enough standing here with him? Maybe. Because the butterflies in your stomach aren’t just from getting to spend alone time outside. Their wings are still dusting bits of paranoia along your rib cage.

“Suit yourself,” Yoongi tuts, getting a full bite while observing the night crowd. The crunch is enough to make you regret ordering the subpar meal you just paid for.

After the two of you get a few bites in, the sounds of cooking and games and voices fill the silence.

Before Yoongi disrupts with two words.

“Gimme some.”

“What?”

“Your food. Feed me some.”

You gawk, almost dropping the bite in your hand. “Umm, no?”

“Come on,” he persists with a lift of his cocky chin. “No one’ll notice.”

“Are you serious?” Alarmed, you swing your neck around to see if there’s anyone you suddenly know, senses on high alert. “People could see us—”

He.

Just took what was in your hand.

With his mouth.

As you still feel the cold air where his lips touched your fingers, he swallows in triumph. “Said you were next.”

This entire night is a fever dream.

You don’t even know what to say, much less do. Your head is literally quite empty, and any brain cell you can find seems to be focused on one thing and one thing only.

“Yoongi, I swear…”

“What?” He laughs. “Thought I was talking about something else?”

“I…” Blinking, you look at his unfinished churros. “Didn’t know what to think, honestly.”

He hands you his container while taking yours. “Didn’t even send a pic back,” he points out, and you think you hear a smidge of pout in his words.

Of course you weren’t gonna. But you only offer an excuse, “It was dark in there.”

“Just one,” he says, leaning onto the stall next to you. “Just once.”

After a moment of silence, he tacks on,

“Of your ass.”

“Yoongi.”

He’s laughing! You’re drowning in complete shock and suffering and he’s full on elated.

You’ve never seen him like this. Even if you were mad at him, you’d still smile. “What’s up with you today?”

Is it the season? The weather change? There has to be something about today that’s responsible for his mood. And you want to thank whatever it is until it gets tired of you.

Yoongi just looks at you with creased eyes before huffing. “You really got me at that damn booth.”

Oh. That’s not possible.

There’s no way all of this is because of something you said.

You look away with a shy curve of your lips. “Yeah, well. You got me, too.” Turning, you poke his chest with a nail. “So this isn’t over.”

“The hell it isn’t.”

You expected something completely different to happen in these fifteen minutes, but you’re enjoying yourself as is, just hanging out and eating outside.

And Yoongi’s the happiest you’ve ever seen him.

Any amount of time to witness him like this is already worth it.

Your bag buzzes, and both you and Yoongi look down at the sound.

Taeee😪 [9:17pm]: Take your time. They left and I’m gonna do the haunted house with Jimin.

Wait.

They left?

How the hell did Tae swing that?

You [9:18pm]: they left??

Taeee😪 [9:17pm]: Yeah. I told them I’d take you back to Reia’s when we were done here.

Ten-thousand lunches.

You owe him ten-thousand, very good lunches.

Every single thought in your body enlarges, crowding you to the brim with excitement and outright giddiness.

Time. You get so much more time.

But the logical side of your brain is quick to remind you: you’re still out in public. There’s a chance that people can still see you out with Yoongi, especially the people looking to hang out with him, too.

All this opportunity, but what do you do? What even can you do?

“Need to go?”

You quickly tear away from your phone, and the guarded look on Yoongi’s face makes you feel the guiltiest you’ve felt in awhile. Because you’re positive your expression is giving away the conflict raging through your brain.

“No, I…”

You didn’t like that look. Not one bit.

But what do you do? What can you and Yoongi… do…

Looking back down at your text, you realize.

The answer is right there.

Immediately, you snap your gaze back to him and blurt, “Do the haunted house with me.”

“Huh?”

“Or, us. Jimin and Tae are going.”

Yoongi switches from wary to defeated when he sighs. “Don’t make me do that.”

“Why not?”

When he looks away, his lips slip into a curve of regret. “Cus fuck that. But I’m gonna if you want me to.”

Your heart throbs.

As much as you wanna see him go through the house, the ultimate plan is something else entirely. But that’ll be kept under wraps to keep it a surprise. “I’ll protect you,” is all you decide to pledge.

“I wasn’t kidding. I’ll swing.”

“No need! It’s not even a scary one.”

He gives you a look of disbelief. “If you’re lying I’m leaving your ass.”

“Rude? Trust me.”

You await his answer, not wanting to push too hard if he really doesn’t wanna do it. Obviously, you don’t wanna unearth any potential trauma or whatever. You’re totally fine coming up with something else.

But he just aims slitted eyes your way. “Fine.”

Laughing at his fake leer, you tell him he’ll be alright.

If you can get him into the haunted house, you’re golden.

All you gotta do is get him past the witch.

After twenty minutes—thanks to a Jimin that roped you into the front of the line—you’re almost there.

But the journey proves just as naughty as your destination.

“Yoongi!” you whisper, moving your ass away from another playful grab. “Stop!”

His laughs in the dark are much more potent. “Why.”

“What if someone sees?”

“All they’d do is agree with me,” Yoongi confidently answers in a low tone, and you can only see a sliver of his side profile thanks to his hood still up. “It’s too nice in that skirt.”

If only you remembered the webbed hallway as well as you recalled the hidden bathroom’s location. You ended up getting the same puff of air on your ear, which caused you to flinch sideways into him.

But unlike Taehyung who just laughed, Yoongi seized the opportunity to also hold you against him before letting go, slapping your ass to move you forward.

And paired with the darkness, your weak scoldings have only made him bolder since then. You yourself almost break before you even make it to the witch’s room.

But you hold on, cackling as much as the towering woman yourself when you see Yoongi’s fists challenge her rapid approach. When you feel him clutch your arms while trying to suppress a grin, you only laugh even harder, loving how unfiltered his actions are.

It’s almost like…

There it is. The tiny bathroom sign behind a wall of curtains in the next room.

Yoongi’s already surveying the dark for another scare, completely oblivious to your devious plan. “I swear if there’s something in here, too—”

“Come here,” you whisper, grabbing his hand.

He only looks at the contact before eyeing you, and you bite your lip to keep yourself in check, not saying another word while leading him to the hidden door.

When he catches on, the look he gives you is devilish.

“Nu uh.”

Your curve only gets wider as you check the narrow space between the curtains at the door, parting the heavy material enough to get by and head into the empty restroom.

Aside from knocking on Yoongi’s door and asking him to fuck you, this is the second most daring thing you’ve done in awhile. And your stomach has almost the same type of twists as before. Just minus the fear of rejection and broken self-confi—

Closing the door behind him in a rush, Yoongi twists your body to pin you against the nearest wall, not even bothering to turn on the light.

Which makes his low, gravelly question twenty times worse,

“You plan this?”

Heart pulsing wild, you squish your lips before admitting, “Maybe.”

“That’s hot as fuck.”

Your mouth is smushed as you bang against the plaster, and you run your fingers along his neck while licking cinnamon and sugar off his tongue.

“Someone might use it, though,” you warn between hard kisses. “We can’t be here long.”

He wedges a thigh in between your legs before giving your side a spank. “Then hurry up. No shy shit this time.”

Moan muffled, you roll against him, the thrill of being exactly where you shouldn’t be fueling your thrusts.

Because you shouldn’t have done this.

Oh god, why the hell did you sneak in here employees could come in at any se—

“Is that all you got, baby girl?”

Fuck, his voice got a lot closer to your ear.

When you swallow, he continues with an insult,

“What a shame. Thought I taught you better than that.”

“Fuck—”

Yoongi grabs the back of your neck before devouring your lips again, tongue flicking yours while a hand wanders along your leg, your side, your ass. When he clutches what he can in his palm, he guides you in a rhythm that matches the thrusts of his mouth, and you practically melt right onto his jeans.

“There you go,” he praises, chuckling right after. “Goddamn, I wanna taste you.”

His name escapes you in a gasp. Because you feel like you’re already pushing it as is. Shit, you need to wrap this the hell up.

Shivering with nerves, you whisper, “I don’t think we can.”

If only your body followed the same rules as your brain. It’s only staying still as Yoongi loops a finger into the hem of your bottoms, shivering when he tugs you forward, and responding when he claims your lips again.

“We can.”

“You sure?”

“This won’t take long.”

His last kiss steals not only your breath, but any other arguments on your lips.

“Okay,” you whisper, hearing the sounds of the haunted house right outside the door. “Okay.”

“Now cover your mouth, doll,” he orders while dropping to the ground. Swinging a shaking leg over his shoulder, he sounds frighteningly close to your soaked panties. “You’re gonna scream.”

“We—”

Your only other warning is a finger shifting your thong—hot, determined tongue replacing it while a rough hand holds your leg in place.

Holy fuck.

You buck forward on contact, yell pushing through your fingers as a strong hum instead.

And he doesn’t say anything else as he feasts, licking along your cunt and grabbing the side of your ass with his free hand. Darkness takes away your vision but heightens everything else, and you’ve never heard dirty sounds so crystal clear.

He’s right. This isn’t gonna take you much longer.

It’s more than obvious he’s done this countless times before.

Your legs dissolve into jelly when he sucks, but you feel your knees give out when the lightest of kisses are planted against your nub. Again. And again.

When did your fingers get tangled in his hair? When did your leg lock so hard you don’t feel it anymore? You don’t know. You don’t care. All you know is to rock forward, controlled by the single string that is his tongue.

Until he adds two knuckles, rubbing them against your clit and making you flinch.

A dark rumble thrums against your cunt, and you feel his body shift to… a standing position?

No no no.

“That’s all you get, baby girl.”

“What?”

“You said we had to hurry.”

“You said it wouldn’t take long!”

“Did I lie?”

“Yoongi,” you breathe out, ragged. “I’m so close, fuck.”

“Damn.” He brushes wet knuckles against your lips, and you groan at the taste. “That sucks.”

“Yoongi, I swear to god.”

“You said we had to go.”

“I… You…” Your cunt is throbbing so hard you feel like crying. “Don’t make me do it myself.”

He gets in close, heady scent of his breath pooling across your face. “Poor baby,” he teases, one finger jolting you upward with a single, soft touch to your slit. When he slaps your cunt instead of anything else, you whine before he slips vengeance in your ear,

“You get me wet, I do the same. It’s only fair.”

Your fingers find his sleeves immediately. “This isn’t fair and you know it.”

“You’re the one that brought me in here,” he parries, and you know for a fact he’s smirking. “And I told you it wasn’t over.”

“Please.” You try your absolute hardest to tighten your weak hold. “We don’t have time to fight.”

“Fight about what?”

“Make me come, baby,” you plead with your whole chest, not wanting to play a single game anymore. “I’ll do anything, just—”

A knuckle grazes your clit, and your moan isn’t stifled by a hand this time.

Oh shit that had to be too loud—

A large palm covers your mouth before two fingers slip between your folds, and your second scream is thoroughly muffled.

“You’re lucky I fucking love when you come,” Yoongi rasps in your ear, his fingers hitting spots that light the room with stars. “That’s what’s unfair.”

Your eyes squeeze shut while you thrust against his digits, feeling the end fast approaching and outright yelling into his warm hand.

“Better hurry, doll.” His breath comes out in a slow laugh. “Unless you wanna get caught. Is that what you want?”

You shake your head, knowing that deep down, for some reason, the very idea makes your cunt throb even harder.

“No?”

Another shake.

“Then fucking come.”

His fingers lodge into your folds, spreading you open and causing your walls to flutter like mad.

And your body obeys at once, head thrown back and limbs locking, plaster and Yoongi’s fingers your only purchase from sinking to the ground. Swells of pleasure almost taken from you gush onto his digits, and his hum teeters on a growl against your cheek.

“So perfect.”

The dark continues to heighten every sense you have, and you turn your head to capture his lips before gasping for air.

Your pulses are still deep when he removes his fingers. And you already miss them as you try to straighten, legs wobbly and hands steadying on his arms.

His teasing laugh makes you pout. “You good?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Then let’s go.”

You feel him move away from you, and you decide then and there that you want more.

A lot more.

Panicked, yank him away from the door, reaching for his face and pulling him onto your lips. Bold. Risky. So unlike you.

But the dark heightens your courage as much as your senses. And something about him only focusing on you makes you want him more than ever.

Yoongi’s just as rushed this time. A myriad of flavors smears across your mouth, and his hot breaths sink wonderfully into your skin. Seconds, minutes, years. It doesn’t matter how much time you have now.

This tiny stretch of time has been a miracle, and you wanna stretch it out as long as you possibly can.

When he finally pulls away, he tells you he didn’t think you had this in you. When you admit that you just really missed him, he repeats the sentiment right back.

And when you tell him you have a bit more time left, he suggests that you all swing by another prize booth.

“What, you wanna win me something, too?”

“Nah.” He huffs a laugh, and his next sentence earns him a playful shove,

“I just wanna watch you lose.”

fin. :)

A/N: so... yes. this was a 4.5k word drabble. bc some people wouldn’t stop talking and being cute with each other and someone else just had to keep being a good ass friend!!! anyway. hope y’all enjoyed! there are so many other drabbles to come during the fall season, so get ready. i would love to know what y’all thought about this one! any feedback would be much loved :D ++ feedback box: ⇥ of course, any reblogs/comments/messages are appreciated! ⇥ for the ones that aren’t okay with reblogging with a review, commenting on this, or sending a message, i went ahead and made another anonymous form where you can send in what you think! ⇥ no emails collected, no need to put in a username. it’s literally just a feedback dropbox :D ⇥ here! ++ ⇥ masterlist

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cowgurrrl · 1 year

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If I Ever Were to Lose You

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (plus platonic Ellie Williams x fem!reader)

Author’s note: DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU DO NOT WANT TLOU2 SPOILED FOR YOU (also I was going to wait to post this but I like it so it’s getting posted 🥸)

Summary: “Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.” - Vladimir Nabokov [1.1k]

Warnings: spoilers for tlou2 that’s all I’m gonna say, all the feminine rage, poor Tommy

The day is going by slower and slower as the patrolmen search for them. You knew Tommy and Joel were on patrol together, but they were supposed to be back by now. Ellie, Dina, and Jesse formed the groups before you could even wake up. You trusted him to take those late night/early morning shifts, you had no reason not to, but now the pit of anxiety is solid in your stomach. You would probably be throwing up if you had anything in your stomach. Maria tries to get you to eat, but you can't. You can't do anything until you know Joel and Ellie are safe.

Before the Outbreak, you heard stories of wives waiting for their husbands to come back from war. You listened to them recount nights of dread and fear. You sympathized with them when they told you the prayers they whispered despite never believing in God. They just needed to beg for their lives. They needed someone to hear them. And it still wasn't enough to bring their husbands back alive. You never thought you'd be like those wives who said prayers into non-believing hands, but here you are.

He told you not to go. He told you he had it handled. He told you it was fine, and you believed him. You've trusted Joel with your life before but always struggled with trusting him with his own. He could be reckless and get tunnel vision, especially when protecting his family. You've argued about it more than enough times. You thought he knew to keep his mouth shut and his head down, so he came home alive. You thought he knew the rules. You thought he could handle himself.

You hear the footsteps coming up the porch before you see the people. Maria calls after you as you rush out the front door to see Ellie standing there, blood dried to her face and hoodie. You don't think twice before wrapping her in your arms and crying with relief. She barely returns your hug, her weak arms shaking around you. "Who did this?" You ask when you pull away, putting your hands on her face. Ellie's not all there, that much, you can tell. She has the same faraway look in her eyes that she got after she killed David. She can't even look at you.

Tommy clears his throat behind her, and that's the first time you see the men standing on your porch. Tommy's bloody and bruised too, but he's alive. The rest of the patrolmen stare at their snow-covered boots, dried tears staining some of their faces. You search the faces three times and feel your body tremble when you can't find Joel.

"Tommy," you say, your voice breaking on the second half of his name. "Where is Joel?" Ellie flinches at your question and flees from your arms, retreating into the house. Bombs could've been falling from the sky, and it wouldn't have made you look away. Tommy says your name softly and tries to put his arms around you, but you push him away. "Somebody, please tell me where my fucking husband is!"

Two patrolmen step to the side to reveal the body bag they had been carrying. Your knees buckle under you. Tommy holds you up and says something in your ear. You think you hear Sarah's name but can't understand him over the ringing in your ears. You can't see anything except the black body bag in the snow. "Let me see," You say. The patrolmen look to Tommy like it's his decision, and you lose a piece of your sanity. "Let me see him!" You yell. Slowly and hesitantly, they unzip the bag and reveal Joel or what's left of him. You think they expected you to flinch or to run away at the sight of his body, but you don't. You drop into the snow next to him and stare at him. You reach for his hand and hold it tightly in yours, like the warmth from your body will be enough to breathe life back into his.

"What happened, baby?" You ask him, kissing his cold hand. The glint of his gold wedding band catches your eye, and you feel like you could shatter into a million different pieces. It's dented and stained with blood, but he's wearing it. He never wore his ring on patrol, but he wore it any other chance he got. He must've fallen asleep with it on and never taken it off this morning. He died wearing the ring you put on his finger, the one you used to promise you would love, respect, and honor him until he died. Until this moment. Except, your love doesn't fade looking at him even now. You squeeze his hand and sniff as tears fall into the snow next to him. "You said it was fine. You told me. You fucking told me you'd be home for dinner," you sob. You faintly register the patrolmen around you kneeling, but you can't look at them. You can only look at Joel. "I would've gone with you, you stubborn bastard, and we would've come home. We're a team. I should've been there. I should've… oh, God."

Your head drops to rest on his chest, and you scream so loud that the mountains seem to shake with the force. You don't care who hears. You want the earth to rumble with the depth of your grief. You want time to stop for everyone else the way it just stopped for you. Joel died, and you weren't there. Joel died, and you didn't get to say goodbye. Joel died, and there was no way to protect him after you promised him you would always have his back. You want more time. You deserve more time. He deserves more time.

You cry for a long time. Nobody tries to pull you away from Joel or soothe you. They just bear witness as darkness tingles at the base of your spine until your tears stop and you pick your head up. You kiss his hand one more time before laying it back down and holding your palm to the place where that big, soft heart used to beat.

"Who did this?" You ask. The patrolmen don't move or speak until you hear familiar footsteps approaching you.

"It was a kid. She couldn't have been much older than Ellie." Tommy says, and that makes you wince. Of course, Joel would soften for a young girl like Ellie. Of course, he would let his guard down around her. Of course, that would be his downfall.

"Where did she go?"

"She's a kid."

"That's not what I fucking asked you, Tommy," you stand and turn to face him. His Adam's apple bobs when he sees the deadly look in your eyes. "You tell me which way she went so I can rip her eyes out of her skull and then come back and bury my husband."

"I…It was a group. You can't take them on by yourself." One of the patrolmen speaks up, and your jaw clenches.

"If you make me repeat myself one more fucking time, we’re gonna need more body bags,” you snap. “Where. Did. She. Go.”

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Tag list (that I forgot I started): @evyiione @nyotamalfoy

#the last of us #joel and ellie #joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #the last of us x reader #ellie williams #joel miller the last of us #joel miller angst #tlou angst #tlou spoilers #joel you poor golf ball #tlou #tlou2 #tlou x reader #tlou fic

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silens-oro · 1 year

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My Heart

Aldhelm x afab!reader

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Synopsis: The gods have brought you and Aldhelm together and now you must make a difficult decision.

Word Count: 2,057

Content Warning: 18+. This is smut (p in v, cockwarming) and light angst. Also soft.

AN: This is a lil worm I've had in my brain since I first encountered this weenie. I love Aldhelm so much. Also, I am VERY rusty with writing the spice. I gave it a once over, but that's as far as the editing goes. We die like men.

The Last Kingdom requests are OPEN

Saltwic, Mercia

“You do not have to leave.” Aldhelm murmured into your hair. You were tangled together in a twist of limbs, trying to catch your breath.

“Please…do not spoil what precious time we have together, Aldhelm.” You buried your face into his chest, refusing to open your eyes. His hand ran up your bare thigh, getting dangerously close to the apex of your legs before returning back down. He let out a heavy sigh.

“Stay.” He pushed. This was not a new topic of conversation, though it was tiring to hear it over and over again. There was a time where you would’ve sooner than a blade through Aldhelm than lay with him, but something changed during your rather tenuous relationship where your hearts had opened for each other. You did not know when it happened, but here you were nonetheless.

“You know I cannot. I have an oath and you have a Lady to oversee. Lady Aethelflaed needs you just as Uhtred needs me.”

“These things are not mutually exclusive.” Aldhelm reasoned. “You will not even think on it?” You sighed and sat up, Aldhelm’s arm sliding from your waist as you rolled to your side of the bed. The sheets pooled at your waist as you sat on the edge of the mattress, rubbing your hands over your face. “Do you believe Uhtred would say no if you asked him to release you of your oath? Honestly?”

“Do you think I haven’t thought on this?” You glanced at Aldhelm from over your bare shoulder. “My heart rips in two every time I part from you.”

“Then stay.” He said firmly. “With me. Stay here and I will marry you, if you will have me.”

“You would marry me?” The idea seemed preposterous to you. Not the idea of marrying Aldhelm, but of the idea that Aldhelm wanted to marry you. Every emotion began to bubble in your chest and tears sprung to your eyes. Why couldn’t he just keep his mouth shut? You thought ruefully. It seems he had done some thinking in your time apart and it absolutely terrified you.

“Without question.” The softness of his voice, the honesty his words held -it was all too much. Your eyelids clenched shut, trying to stop the onslaught of tears that would surely break their way out regardless. You shook your head.

“This life -the blood, battles, and exhaustion; the loss and misery. It is all I know, all I’ve ever known. I have been surviving this way since I was three and ten, Aldhelm. Since then I have never called one place home.”

“Coccham is not your home?” He questioned. You shook your head.

“It is a place to rest my head, but I am never there long.” You sniffed, quickly wiping your cheeks. “To be bound one place…I cannot live this way. I must keep moving or I lose my purpose.”

“That is what you think of yourself? That if you have nowhere to swing your sword, you have nothing to offer?” Aldhelm’s voice held a sadness to it and you couldn’t dare yourself to look at him, much less into his eyes. You felt the bed shift behind you.

“It is who I am, Aldhelm…” The man’s long legs came into view as he moved to kneel before you. He had the mind to slip on his braies in his travels from his side of the bed, leaving you barely covered by the sheet in your lap. You were not shy. Aldhelm had seen you fully, and modesty had never been a worry of yours to begin with.

One of his large hands clasped over yours on your lap, while the other held your cheek, tilting your head to look at him and wiping tears with a swipe of his thumb. Never had you looked into a man’s eyes and saw what he so freely gave to you. Genuine kindness and adoration seeped from every pore. The love that he expressed made a heavy guilt settle in your stomach. Your hands clasped his in return. Your name was a whisper on his lips as he held your full attention.

“You are so much more than your sword, and it pains me that I even have to say that. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever had the blessing of laying my eyes on, in every way imaginable. I shall never, for the rest of my life, look upon another as I look upon you. Never. It is your heart that drew me in,” The hand on your cheek slid down your neck affectionately and rested flat against your chest, just over your heart. One of your hands rested over his. “The fierceness you exude -your loyalty. The fire that burns within you eternally. I consider myself the luckiest man alive that you’ve returned my affections wholeheartedly, though I will not lie and tell you that you did not absolutely terrify me when we met. You truly did.” He chuckled, bringing his hand back up from your chest so he could run his thumb over the small symbol tattooed on the highest point of your cheek just under your eye, trying to lighten the serious conversation. It brought a timid smile to your lips and his eyes brightened at the sight.

“Saxon men fear strong women.” You teased him, your hand coming up to rest upon his cheek. His short beard tickled your palm as you rubbed it.

“This Saxon does not.” He whispered earnestly. “Not anymore.” Your eyes closed, trying to savor the feeling of his skin on yours. “I do not wish to tie you down, to tame you of your ways.” He shook his head. “I just ask that you make Mercia your home, that you allow me to lay nestled within your heart as you lay within mine.” Your eyes opened, your lips trembling.

“There is a place for you here. I’ve already spoken to Lady Aethelflaed. You know she has a softness for you in her heart, especially after all you’ve done for her -for Mercia. Instead of fighting for Uhtred, you could fight for her. I’m sure Uhtred would be more than happy to relinquish you to have one of his own here to guard her. I know I could not keep you from who you are; I would not dare entertain the mere idea. I want you as you are before me now, wholly, if you would allow me to have you -to cherish and adore you- with every fiber of my being.” Aldhelm brought your hand to his chest and held it firmly. “My heart, and every beat it makes, is for you until it beats no more.”

“This is what you want?” Your voice was such a light whisper, it was nearly non-existent. “Truly?” You started to scoot back onto the bed, pulling Aldhelm with you. His lips met yours hungrily.

“I have never wanted for anything more in my life.” He confessed between kisses. Your hands were quick to push his braies down and he kicked them off across the room. Your knee over his hip gave you the leverage you needed to flip Aldhelm over onto his back, with you straddling his hips. His hands ran over your thighs, and slid over your hips to hold you at your waist.

Bending forward, you captured his sweet lips into a kiss once more. Your forehead rested on Aldhelm’s, breathing heavily as you felt him prod eagerly at your entrance.

“I do not know what I’ve done in my life to deserve you, Aldhelm.” Your confession quickened his heart, so much so he thought it would beat out of his chest. With a tilt of your hips, you felt him enter you. You bit your lower lip as a groan left him, and he tightened his grip on your waist, cracking his eyes open when you did not move. You sat up straight and Aldhelm’s lips parted at the constriction he felt. Grabbing his hands from your waist, you brought his left hand to your breast. He latched on out of instinct, kneading it and gently tweaking your nipple. The other was brought to your heart. You gently raised and lowered yourself on Aldhelm’s cock, feeling you’ve tortured the poor man enough. His head fell back against the pillows, a breathy moan left his lips.

“I am yours.” You moaned out, picking up your pace. “Forever, I am yours.” Aldhelm was quick to sit up after hearing your words, pulling you with him as he supported his back against the headboard of the bed. Your knees rested on the bed as he pistoned into you, holding your chest tightly to his as you moaned without caution.

“Again!” He growled into your ear. His face pressed into your shoulder, his hands slid down your back to grasp onto the strong muscles of your ass. He guided you down to meet his thrusts and the pure pleasure was overwhelming. Your back arched and you nearly shrieked when you felt Aldhelm’s lips attach to your nipple. Your hands immediately wrapped themselves in the hair on the back of his head to hold him to you. “Say it again!” He demanded with his mouth full.

“I am yours!” The fire in your belly burned white hot, and when his lithe thumb sneakily rubbed against your clit, you fell apart instantly. A hoarse moan broke from your lips as the wave crashed over you. Your thighs began to shake, unable to hold yourself up any longer. Aldhelm’s lips freed your breast with a pop as you fell against him, but he was quick to move his mouth up the column of your neck as he chased his own release. Your hands cradled his face, making him look up at you as his hips continued to thrust himself within you. Aldhelm’s eyes held wonder, as if you hung every star in the sky. You brought your lips down to his and he kissed you greedily.

“My heart is yours, Aldhelm.” You breathed into his open, panting mouth. You brought his head back down to your chest and held him there. His hot breath against your damp skin was erotic, enthralling. The scratch of his short beard made your cunt clench around his length as his hips stuttered in their thrusts. He was blissfully close. “I will love you until my last breath.” You spoke into the open air, letting your breathy moans fill the room. Aldhelm’s arms tightened around your waist, bordering on the cusp of painful as he released into you with a heady groan into your chest. Aldhelm rode out his high with a few weak thrusts until he could exert himself no longer. He slid his body down the sheets to lay flat on his back, pulling you down to lay flat upon him. He pulled the blankets over the both of you and allowed himself to stay buried within your heat for as long as you’d allow him to be.

You kissed lightly along his neck, running your fingers over his chest as he ran his finger tips over your back softly. The silence that fell over the dimly lit room was comfortable.

“I meant what I said.” You broke the silence with delicate words, looking up at Aldhelm from your spot on his chest. He pushed his head back just enough to see your eyes looking up at his.

“You will stay?” His words held disbelief, as did the furrow of his brow. Your hand came up to caress his cheek once more. You felt him twitch within you. His hand clasped your left, intertwining your fingers with his.

“Should Uhtred allow it, I will stay and take you as my husband.” To speak the words aloud was akin to lifting a boulder off of your chest. It was instant relief of the anxieties that filled you. “I will allow myself to selfishly have the one thing that has brought me happiness in this life.” The look of adoration was back in his eyes and you never wanted it to leave.

“You do not understand what a relief it is to hear, my Heart.” Aldhelm craned his neck down to kiss your forehead tenderly, continuing to rub along your back and shoulders.

#the last kingdom imagine #tlk imagine #aldhelm x reader #x reader #smut #the last kingdom #aldhelm #the last kingdom fic #the last kingdom x reader #aldhelm imagine

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ask-serendipity-sky · 8 months

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The cult needs to STFU. Even if Jikook aren't dating, he has shown up more for Jk, then anyone lately. Who went to be with Jk during his single release in NY & Silver Day? Jimin. Who didn't? Who was first to post about Jk's BB 100? Jimin. Who didn't? Who was first to congratulate Jk on his bday? Jimin. Who didn't? Who came live to tell us to keep wishing for Jk's birthday? Jimin. Who didn't? Who was with JK on White Day in 2022? Jimin. Who wasn't? Who visited JK in his comments on White Day live 2023 when JK was alone, even tho he himself was out of the country and busy & when others were actually in Korea and didn't see JK? Oh that's right, Jimin. You know the live where JK was lonely, sad, crying, bringing up GCF Tokyo trip, playing There for You, spoiling all of Jimin's songs, even playing JVKE, knowing it was about to be released Jimin was working with him. Spoiling Set Me Free part 2 and then eventually told us to look forward to it. It was Jimin again and again and again. Where was Tae during all this? Since they want to always drag Tae into Jikook's business. Where was Tae last year on JK's bday? So Tae flew 14 hours from Washington to go straight to his friends premiere off the plane, but couldn't go see JK on his bday, after a 14 hour flight, his married partner he shares two adopted kids with? I guess between spending time with JN his GF in NY (since she was there when Tae was) and that 14 hour flight home, he just didn't have any more energy to go his husband. Where was Tae during JK's 2020 birthday? Oh yeah, at home asking Jimin to come sleep with him instead. Tae loves JK okay. You don't have to tell us. We know they do, but they aren't fucking and they aren't dating. They are friends. And honestly, if I were you, I'd just shut my fucking mouth about Jikook, because if this really was a dick measuring contest, which Taekookers try to make it out to be on which duo is more gay and has more potential to be real, sorry, but Taekook are coming in last. Vmin have a more real chance of being real over Taekook, considering Tae actually writes songs about Jimin and said he likes him the most. Clowns. All of them. So, no amount of TK Premiere appearances or bowling with friends, will ever change the fact that Tae just went public with JN in Paris, holding her hand, after nearly 2 years of dating proofs of them were leaked. Don't ever fucking speak on Jimin or Jikook again. Not while one half of your ship is in a now made public relationship, done on purpose by both Tae and JN. Losers. You got bigger things to worry about, then Jikook.

Oh and get your damn lies straight while you're at it. JK didn't hear Tae's album first. JK never once said this. Stop making up shit. He said he heard it. It was Jimin in 2022 Festa who said he and Tae had a listening party TOGETHER and Tae played him all his songs first. So sorry cult, soulmate is the one who actually heard his album first, confirmed by Vmin. It was Jimin and Tae agreed. But guess what else. Tae was with JN like 3 days after that Festa Dinner filmed, so he probably played them all for her too, while they were caught by a local in the car together on their Jeju date. Better luck next time losers.

Hi anon,

Agree with everything!

Tkkrs should be the last people celebrating anything right now.

Their ship never sailed to begin with.

The interactions between Tae and Jk have always been because they are friends. There is nothing else other than a friendship bond.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

#skyasks #vermin #jikook

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castawaycat · 1 year

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The Tales of a Little Tiger: Chapter 13- This Little Light of Mine

Summary: Y/N Says goodbye to her grandparents and they return home. Yelena and Natasha have a heart to heart and discuss their childhood trauma as well as their fears for the future. Wanda has a conversation with Nat about her own trauma.

Melina hugged her daughter Nat as she fought hard to keep her tears at bay. “Do you really have to leave?” She loved having her family back home, especially now that she had a granddaughter to spoil.

“We will be back before you know it. Besides you and dad still have to come to Y/n’s first birthday party in a few months.” Nat said as she hugged her mom. She had never seen her adopted mother look so sad to see her go. It was a strange feeling, but one that she could get used to.

Alexei was taking it a lot harder than Melina as he didn’t want to let you go. He was currently holding you and giving you kisses on your rosy pink cheeks. His long beard was tickling your face which caused you to erupt into a fit of sweet giggles. “Don’t you forget your Dedu and Babu.” He said to you as he chuckled softly when you wrapped your little hand around his pinky finger.

“Dad, it’s going to be okay. Believe me Y/n isn’t going to forget you or mom. Look, her birthday is in two months and you can come stay with us and help us set up her party. Now, can I please have my baby?” Nat asked in a playful tone as she motioned for her dad to hand you over to her.

Alexei sighed sadly as he hugged you before handing you over to your mama. “I’ll see you soon, malen’kiy.” He then turned to Yelena and Kate who were saying goodbye to his wife. “So when will my youngest daughter have children?”

Melina’s jaw dropped as she gave her husband the scary “shut your mouth” look. “Alexei!”

“What? I'm Dedu now and I want more grandbabies to spoil.” He said as he shrugged his shoulders.

Nat and Wanda couldn’t help but giggle as they watched Kate and Yelena’s faces turn beet red. They found it adorable that both Melina and Alexei had slipped into their grandparent roles so easily.

Kate was the first to speak as she had finally found her voice. “Yelena and I actually have an announcement to make.” The brunette felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest from nervousness. Some of her anxiety slipped away when she felt Yelena squeeze her hand reassuringly. “Yelena proposed to me last night and we’re getting married! We also are looking into fostering. After the incident with Y/n we realized that we do want to have children but we have a lot to learn before we adopt.”

It took a few awkward minutes for everyone to process what Kate had announced. Once everyone processed the wonderful news the room filled with love and congratulations. Yelena and Kate were squished in between Alexei, Melina, Wanda and Natasha who was still holding you.

You got lots of hugs and kisses when you clapped your hands excitedly even though you didn’t understand why everyone around you was so happy.

Once everyone settled Melina looked over at Kate, “wait. What incident with y/n were you talking about?”

Yelena’s face turned white as she locked eyes with her mom who had the, “what did you do to my grandbaby?” face.

Nat came to the rescue as she placed you in your Babu’s arms. “Nothing to worry about now. I think Y/n wants to give her Babu a kiss goodbye.”

You placed a slobbery wet kiss to your Babu’s cheek as she hugged you tightly.

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The drive back home went smoother than expected as you had slept most of the way home. The rest of the time that you were awake you spent watching baby educational videos that your auntie Kate put on her phone for you.

Wanda sat in the backseat with you and Kate, as Natasha had insisted that her and Yelena could take turns driving home.

Natasha smiled when she turned to look in the backseat and found that you, Kate and Wanda had all drifted to sleep. Honestly it was a miracle for anyone to be able to sleep while Yelena was driving.

“So you and Kate are ready to tie the knot?” Nat asked as she made small talk with her sister. She was happy that Yelena had found an amazing woman who loved and cared for her.

Yelena’s cheeks blushed slightly as she nodded her head, “we are. I love her and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. She’s amazing in every single way… I just hope that I can be just as amazing for her.” The blonde bit her lip nervously as she gripped the steering wheel.

“You’re both made for each other. You will be a great wife and mother, sestra.” Nat said as she placed her hand reassuringly on her sister’s shoulder.

Yelena nodded her head, “I hope so. The last thing I want is for my trauma to seep into those that I love. I’m scared that my childhood trauma is going to affect me as a wife and mother one day.” She paused as she focused on driving. She was thankful that there weren’t many people out on the roads this late at night. “I mean… I forgive mom and dad, but what happened to us was… abuse. What if I ever hurt Kate or our children? Sometimes I have nightmares that I’m still a mind controlled assassin.” Tears fell down the blonde’s face as she felt her lips tremble.

Nat felt her heart break for her sister as she also shared the same thoughts and fears as her little sister. “Yelena. I’m sorry. I wish I could go back in time and rescue you from the Red Room. I should’ve gone back for you.” Natasha dug her nails painfully into her thighs as she felt her own tears fall down her cheeks before letting out a sigh. “I can’t change the past. We both can’t. But one thing that Wanda and Y/n have shown me is that I have the power to choose my present. We’ve both had so much taken from us, let’s not let Dreykov take our future away from us too. All we can do now is learn how to heal, and hold the ones we love close. I love you, sestra.”

Both sisters cried silently as they held each other’s hands in understanding. “I love you too, sestra.” Yelena said in a quiet whisper.

Wanda smiled to herself as she had woken up in the middle of their conversation. She was thankful that Nat and Yelena were knocking down the walls of their childhood trauma and getting closure.

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Wanda carried you into your nursery as you had just finished breastfeeding. She laid you on the changing table and changed your diaper. “Y/n, I love you so much sweet girl. You are bringing so much healing and love to this family. I don’t think I’ve ever seen your mama and her family so happy before. We are so lucky that you are our little tiger.” She said as she rocked you in her arms.

Natasha walked into the nursery and wrapped her arms around Wanda’s waist from behind. She loved watching Wanda be so loving and nurturing to you. “Thank you for loving me and Y/n.”

“I’ll always love you and Y/n.” Wanda said as she gently lowered you into your crib before turning and facing her girlfriend. “You both complete me… Nat there’s something I need to tell you… it’s about my past.”

“Whatever it is Wanda. I promise I’m not going anywhere. Come let’s go talk in the living room, I’ll make us some tea.” Nat said as she held her girlfriend’s hand and led her out of the nursery.

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Wanda sat on the couch crisscrossed as she sipped her tea carefully. She felt nervous to finally reveal her own trauma to the love of her life.

“I’ve always wanted to be a mother and there was a time in my life where I went to great lengths to have that possibility. After I lost Vision my heart felt dark and empty. We had talked about getting married, buying a house and having children. We dreamed of having twins… twin boys; but as you know Vision died before we could make our dreams come true.” Wanda took a shaky breath as she sat her mug of tea on the coffee table. She didn’t want to spill it due to her hands shaking.

“When Vision died I went to the town where we were supposed to build our life. I used my chaos magic and I created a fake version of the life that I had wanted. I created a fake reality where I was married to Vision, became pregnant and gave birth to two beautiful baby boys. Billy and Tommy had become my whole world and I loved them with every fiber of my being. The thing was that they weren’t actually real. I’m not ready to talk about how I lost them and the fake world that I had created; but what I need you to know is that I’ve done horrible things too, Nat. I’m scared just like you. I’m scared that if something happens to you and Y/n that I’m going to turn into the darker version of myself… when y/n almost died… I felt it. I felt my darker side.”

Natasha could tell that Wanda had been wrestling with your near death experience. To be honest everyone that almost lost their Little became even more protective of their babies. Since the incident Wanda hadn’t taken on any missions. “Wanda you’re not a monster. If anything ever happened to you or y/n, I would turn into the assassin that Dreykov raised me to be.” She said as she moved closer to her girlfriend and took her shaking hands into her own.

The stress and exhaustion hit Wanda like a ton of bricks as her shoulders relaxed. Her head hung low as she began to sob. She cried for the life that she had lost and she cried over watching you almost die. She knew that as an Avenger that it was her job to protect everyone, but she didn’t want to lose you or Natasha in order to save the world. She would always go above and beyond to protect those that she loved.

Nat instantly pulled Wanda into her lap and embraced her. She felt her own tears fall down her face. She hated seeing the woman she loved break apart; but this is what healing looked like. This is what facing your fears and doubts looked like. Darkness grows in isolation. She knew that better than anyone. “Let it out, moya lyubov'. I’m right here. You’re safe, we are all safe and we are home.”

Both women held each other as they let their walls continue to fall. They opened up and talked about their fears, their broken and fractured memories, and they shed light onto their dark pasts. They both had done horrific things that they weren’t proud of, but opening up about those things and being gentle with themselves was what they both needed. It would be a learning curve for them to fully heal from their pasts, but they weren’t alone anymore. Their little tiger was shedding light, love, and healing onto all that was dark.

Author's Notes:

Thank you for continuing to read this story. I've started to map out where I want this story to go and where I want to take all of the characters. I've decided that I want this to show the healing and character growth of all the characters and not just showcase the reader's journey. I feel that in this story the reader is growing and healing, but she is also bringing light to those around her, and when light sheds on darkness things are uncovered. As for the timeline of things I've decided that it will not follow the true timeline of the movies and shows, and the events that are mentioned will have different endings than the ones we are familiar with. I'm also planning on bringing other characters from the MCU but like I said it won't follow the timelines that we are familiar with. I hope that I won't upset or confuse anyone. I know change is hard, but my advice is to read the rest of this story from a different perspective. What I've found has helped me is viewing this world as an alternate timeline than the one we know and love.

I will say that this story is far from done and I'm thinking that this story will go on for some time. One of my goals this year is to get better at updating my stories, I hope that in the next few months I will be able to have a set schedule for updates. Again I want to thank everyone for being so kind and patient with me.

#wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #wandanat x daughter!reader #wandanat imagine #yelena x kate #little reader #marvel imagine #mcu imagine

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 years

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Memories of Misdeed

Sequel to Marriage of Inconvenience and Acts of Atonement

Warnings: this fic includes dark content including rape/noncon, marital discord/neglect, cheating, and other potential triggering elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your marriage appears to be on the mend, but there are memories you can’t escape.(Regency AU)

Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne

Note: You can imagine any Bruce you want. I hate Affleck so I went for Christian Bale in my head but to each their own. I pictured Cavill because uhhhh yes, but hey if you wanna go with Brandon Routh that’s chill af, or Tom Welling.

And here’s the unexpected sequel.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Humpty Dumpty love falling off walls. Take care. 💖

You wake to a gentle peck upon your forehead. At first, the bliss is surreal, as if you've dreamt it all. And how could it be anything more than the delirium of your desires, the years of yearning bubbling over at last.

It's very real. You know it as your lashes flutter and you caress the firm muscle of his shoulder, a tremble flowing through him in response. He places another kiss more firmly, that time on your lips.

You watch him, paralysed in disbelief. Certain that if you move that it will all fade into nothingness.

"Good morning, wife," Bruce hums before reluctantly drawing away.

You echo the sentiment as he sits up and turns his legs over the edge of the bed, his back to you. In the night, he shed the linen shirt and you can't help but admire the nakedness of his back, his shoulder blades, and the line of his long spine.

He pushes his dark hair back. You notice how it curls at the ends. You never would otherwise as he always keeps it combed and parted neatly. You roll onto your side and sigh in resignation. That it must end, that it is over.

"Dear wife," he speaks to the floor as he fishes up his shirt from a heap, "let us not languish in sloth, we have a fine day ahead of us."

You hug the eider and sit up, hiding beneath the feather-filled blanket. He pulls the wrinkled shirt over his head and stands. You chew your lip in dread.

"You've business?" You wonder.

"Not as I would see it," he bends and takes his trousers next, "I've arranged a day out for us but you mustn't ask any more questions."

"A day out?" Your heart leaps.

He looks at you, what could be a smirk crooks his lips, and he shrugs as he buttons his pants.

"What I require of you is merely your presence," he gathers up his shoes and socks and carries them in one arm, "and you might consider a good cloak, something fit for the season."

Your lips fall apart. You almost giggle as giddiness overrides your doubts. That he meant it all, that it wasn't a fleeting moment of need, overwhelms you. You clamp your mouth shut as your cheek twitches. Oh, how you could cry.

"How the staff will titter," he shakes his head as he reviews himself in your vanity, "let them, they do lack any fitting excitement."

His good humour puts you off but does not displease you. It is only that flicker of guilt that spoils your excitement. The slow recollection of your shame, that you might have a good husband even as you've tainted your own duty.

He drapes his jacket over his arm and bows his head, "my lady wife, I expect at the top of the hour, ready for our excursion."

You smile at him, it is both genuine and forced. You want to bask in his kindness before it must inevitably end for that sense of foreboding will not relent.

"You may expect me, sir," you assure him and he puffs up his chest before turning on his heel.

You wait for him to go before you fall back, a rushing of air coming from beneath you in your careless descent. You cringe at the ceiling but are quickly overcome as his scent clings to your bedding. You roll over and smell him, pretending he is still there, holding you. You still cannot fathom that he remained the whole night.

It is some time before you can summon yourself form your daydreams. You are only coerced from your fancy as a short rap comes at the door. You find your shift tangled with the bed linens and pull it on as you call for entrance. Ester shyly peeks around the door as she opens it.

"Madam," she greets coyly.

"Do not give me that look, Ester," you warn her as you cross to your vanity.

"What look, miss?" She asks playfully.

You shake your head and huff as you go to your wardrobe, pulling open the painted doors to peruse the contents. There are many dresses you neglected, opting instead for the more practical cottons and linens when tending the house. That day, you think you might choose something more elaborate.

"Your lord husband did not return to his bedchamber last night," Ester comes up beside you.

"Es," you bat your lashes in feigned affront, "do not be crass."

"I see it, in you're beaming, miss, and it is about time--"

"I need to ready myself, Ester," you interrupt her, trying not to get carried away yourself, "and likely I should have a nibble before I depart."

"Where are you going, miss?" Her eyes follow your hand as you run it down the length of white gauze laid over silk dyed the colour of robin's eggs.

"I do not know," you confess and smile again.

"Is it with the master?" She asks hopefully.

You look at her and nod. She shakes with enthusiasm and grabs your hands. "Oh, lady, that is wonderful."

You hush her and squeeze her hands, "I do not want to spoil it, nor be too elated," you gird, "I still feel... as if we are newlywed, close to strangers even. I fear this will not last."

"Lady, do not let the past trouble you, you must embrace what is to be," Ester says, "oh, Alfred did say he thought the master was changed."

"Do not tease," you plead.

"I do not," she avows, "he said it as he lit his pipe in the courtyard last night... while you and your lord husband were renewing your vows."

"Oh, you are naughty," you chide her as you spin away, "let us not tarry on last eve, I must choose a bonnet."

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You shiver in the open carriage, the fog slowly retreating as it carpets the dewy grasses as the frost melts away. Autumn has come and winter will not be far behind. You rub your lambskin gloves together as you try to warm yourself, a chatter in your teeth.

You're surprised as another hand, larger, covers yours, and drags it away from your lap. Bruce turns slightly to take your other hand, cradling them in his as he tries to rub heat into them. You let him and nestle in closer to him.

"Perhaps I should've called for the other vehicle," he mulls, "but the day is beautiful, soon enough the snow will have us hiding for long."

"I will not complain, you are right, it is very beautiful," you assure him, "I fear the gardens will not last much longer as it gets colder."

He hums in agreement and takes one hand away to slide his arm around you. He holds you close as you sway with the motion of the carriage, against him, embraced by him. You just cannot believe this isn't some scene in those romantic novellas you secreted away from your mother's library as a girl.

You watch the last of the pinkish purple hues dwindle over the horizon, the horses' cantor clomping through the tweet of birds and rustle of grasses. The winding dusty trail leads out into sprawling fields, the speckled shapes of manor houses standing at a distances. For so long as you've been there, you've never seen Wayne Estates in this light.

"Are you well?" He asks as you lean your head on his shoulder carelessly.

"I--" you go to pull away from him, recalling yourself, but he keeps you there, his arm hooking tighter around you, "I am very well, sir, only thinking."

"May I ask of what?" He ventures.

You're quiet. You don't know what to say. You cannot tell him the truth for fear of hurting him. That you were thinking of the mournful before, of the cold man who now sits warmly beside you. Of the fear that he might cool again.

"Well, then," he fills the silence, "might I say what I am thinking of, lady?"

"You may," you permit as his thumb runs across your knuckles, pressing between each as if to make certain you are truly in his grasp.

"I think of the fool I was. Of the apologies I never made to you and that the one I did deliver can never be enough to make up for my neglect. Of how fortunate I am now to have you, that you did not flee from the frigid old man you took as a husband," he explains, his other hand caress your side through your cloak, "that I took you for granted and could not bear to do so again. That if I did ever lose you, that I would be trapped in the darkness once more."

Your tear trickle hotly down your cheek, surprising you as it falls onto his jacket. You wiggle your nose and slip your hand free to swipe away the wetness. His hand brushes up and he grips your shoulder as he lets you sit up. You curl your shoulders as you try to hide the sudden rush.

"I've upset you," his hand moves along the top of your back, "I apologise--"

"Please don't, it is only that--" That I have already tossed this into the dirt, that I've ruined it already. I am unfaithful and unworthy. You gulp, you can't make the words come, so you lie instead, though it is not entirely untrue, "I suppose I am overcome. That I thought... the worst of things."

"Which is my fault," he insists.

"Please, do not say that," you cling to his hand, "please don't. Can we just forget? Can we try to be happy, with each other? Can't I be your wife and you my husband?"

He inhales and lifts your hand, petting it before kissing it gently, "that is all I could ever want, blossom."

You laugh as the tears dry up and crinkle your nose at him, "blossom?"

"Yes, I think it suits you," he pulls you close again, holding you with both arms, nuzzling into the trim of your cloak, "though no flower can compare."

"Now, you mock me, sir," you trill and sniff back the last of your grief.

"No, I only make a fool of myself," he confesses and his lips tickle your neck, pulling another giggle from you, "and I should gladly be your fool."

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Your hypnotic observation of the seasonal shift is disturbed by the sudden rattle of wheels up the long drive of Wayne Manor. You knew it could not last. Happiness is as fleeting as those leaves blowing down from the branches, piling in heaps around the yard, as the petals wilt from stems with the approach of winter.

The carriage is familiar, unsettlingly so, and you let the curtain hang straight as you hide behind it. You do not call for your husband, he will hardly be happy for this visitor, no more so than you.

You turn against the wall and heave as you hear Alfred greet the guest. Lord Kent's boisterous voice rises in the air and makes you quake. Somehow you believed you wouldn't see him again. That you truly could forget.

You push away from the wall and check the pin in your hair, then let your hands wander down your dress. You are presentable but you wish you were invisible. There's a flurry outside and you hear the study door creak on its hingers. Your husband appears and you muster a smile.

"What on earth is he doing here?" Bruce frowns.

In those weeks since he let down his guard, you are still surprised by his moments of naked honesty. His chagrin can be as endearing as his delight. You shake your head but your cannot voice your own confusion.

He wears no jacket, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his collar unbuttoned above his vest. A strand of dark hair dangles down his forehead and he flicks it away in irritation. He sends you a look, almost as if he's looking for direction, then his dark eyes steady and his mask falls into place.

He leaves you for a moment, returning as he fixes his sleeves and pulls on his jacket. You go to him, restless, and button his collar as he thanks you. He gives pause as you listen to the approach without and he stares at you.

"You always are so immaculate," he praises, "and I, your mess of a husband."

"It is fine," you quaver as you pat his chest, a gesture of comfort for you both. He tilts his head slightly.

"Are you well?" He touches your elbow.

"Yes," you lie and draw away from him, "as you, I did not expect company."

He grips your arm lightly and then releases you, facing the door as if facing a charging adversary. The doors are pulled open as Alfred leads in Lord Kent and you fold your hands as you lift your chin. His eyes twinkle as they meet yours first then slowly travel to Bruce.

"Ah, there he is," Kent booms, "and he is not hiding behind some book."

"You make a habit of spontaneity," Bruce rebuffs, "tell me, Kent, what brings you this day?"

"Might I visit an old friend?" Kent taunts, "but let me not forget etiquette," he bows his head then nears you, "my lady, you look wonderful. Alight with the spirit of the new season, though you must miss the summer."

He offers his hand cordially and you let him kiss your glove. You glance at Bruce as he rolls his dark eyes and taps his leather shoe.

"Has your wife not returned from her reprieve? The child must be of age to travel," your husband suggests.

"Blessed as the child is, my wife does languish with the cold, the physician recommends she remain in the warmer climate until the new year," Kent mourns but there is something spurious to his tone, "let me be honest and blame my loneliness for this unannounced arrival. The yule approaches quickly and business does restrain me from going to my sickly wife or my newborn son."

"How unfortunate," you say above your husband's nearly bitter silence, "we will be certain to send some tiding to Lady Kent and the boy. There is a carrier who travels that way, though he may be too late for Yule."

"That is kind of you, lady, I am certain my wife would enjoy the gesture," he bends his arm and curls his fingers around his lapel, "Lord Wayne, how long has it been? We've hardly caught sight of you at The House."

"I am there when required," your husband replies brusquely, "I daresay, I hear you appear more at balls than you do the floor."

"As stringent as ever, I see," Kent chuckles, "lady, pray tell me, where do you get the strength for this man, as tempestuous as any winter's day."

"You will speak to my wife with courtesy, sir. If you must be a buffoon, than you will address me," Bruce insists.

"I jape, sir," Kent counters in a similarly sharp tone, "a lady does well with some humour in her life."

"A lady is provided all she needs," Lord Wayne takes a step forward, "she has chores to do without you as one. Let us retire to my study so we may spare her further disturbance."

"Ah, Wayne," Kent derides coyly, "you do know how to delight a woman, yes? A diligent husband, I'm sure–"

"Did you come to discuss my marriage or matters of business? For I do not believe the former to be of your concern," Bruce warns curtly.

"Business, of course," Kent presents his hands in a defensive motion, "allow me to shed this coat and we will proceed."

Your guest turns and Alfred assists in taking his coat. Bruce crosses to you and touches your arm softly, leaning in to kiss your temple, "I suspect supper is in order," he whispers before he retreats. You don't miss how Kent takes note of the gesture over his shoulder.

"Now, now," Kent claps his hands, "get your ledger, man, we have much to sort out."

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The dinner set is simple. A course of salmon and scallions, followed by spiced hair and sweetbread, with a soup cooked from asparagus. A bottle of claret followed the light fruit wine dug up from the cellar, and pudding was to be black tea with serving of trifle, newly put together by Emma amid her complaints of her harried labour.

You add coarse sugar to you cup and stir with the tiny silver spoon. You've not much of appetite. Without the distraction of preparing the meal, you have no choice but to focus on your unwanted visitor and the grey cloud he's brought with him.

Kent reminds you of before. Of the man who was your husband for two years, reborn as the doting partner across from you. And of the carriage, that night at the fair and all those feelings you fought to repress. You feel him in that moment, between your legs, crushing you, corrupting you.

His grin suggests he also recalls the night. He sips and does little to hide his flagrant leer. Bruce doesn't notice as he pokes the thin layer of sponge with his fork, not acknowledging much else than his plate. He is tired of his guest and so are you.

"I know the invitation is likely extended futilely but I was speaking with the king, he is planning the entertainment for his yule ball, and perhaps you might bring your lady wife. It is to be a marvelous affair, seeing as I have a hand in it," Kent announces proudly, "I'm certain she is once more desperate to see beyond these walls."

You don't say anything, waiting instead on your husband's response. You will not beg as you had before. If you were to ask for anything it would be to stay, to hide away from the machinations of this man. Bruce tastes the sponge and makes a face at it's sweetness.

"I shall take her," Bruce replies, a glimmer of surprise in Kent's eyes reflects your own, "I too have spoken to the king. No doubt our conversations are a mite more productive. It is from my country house that the quail is being hunted for the event."

"Oh?" Kent raises his brows, "I've never known you to be very festive."

"You only know what I want you to know of me," Bruce retorts, "it is a pity your own wife will not accompany you."

"Yes, as ever, I feel her absence greatly," Kent's smirk flickers, "maybe you will allow me a dance on your wife's card, to make up for it."

"Maybe my wife might allow it, so you might ask her," the answer once more receives a stunned wince.

Clark clears his throat and inhales, looking at you pointedly, "lady?"

"Perhaps if there is time in the night," you say, "but we cannot say so soon how it should transpire."

Bruce's lip twitches, as if he might grin. Your evasion is as good as denial. He turns his fork and scoops up some jelly and custard in one bite. He tastes it with a hum.

"Do you not like the dessert?" Your husband asks as he licks his lips.

"It is very sweet," Kent sits back and prods the trifle, "lady, is this your recipe?"

"Emma, the cook," you assure him, "I am more able at bread."

"Ah," he nods thoughtfully and takes a mouthful. You mimic him, looking at the wall and wishing for it to be over.

You eat in silence for a time, forks scraping, cups clinking. None know how to proceed or go back. You lay down the silver and wipe your fingers.

"Shall I arrange the den for a glass of port?" You wonder, "that you gentlemen might retire there as I see to the table?"

"That would do well," your husband bows his head, "thank you, lady."

You stand and dip your head formally. You leave them as you go to fetch the staff. You let out a breath, as if a weight has lifted from over you.

You fall into your role, the lady of the house, and give your orders to have the dining room cleared and tidied, as the den is readied. You're swept up in the simple purpose, stopping only to secret away a biscuit from Emma's cooling trays.

When you pass through the dining room again, it is empty, servants gathering up scraps and saucers. You carry on into the foyer and along the side of the wide staircase towards the sunroom. You will read there until it is time to bid your husband good night. You hope by then that his guest is gone.

You take the book of poetry, the one you've read over and again, hearing the odes in the voice of your husband as he recited them that day in the grass. You try to calm yourself with the familiar verses as you recline on the settee.

Ester appears to inquire after your needs. You want only to be alone, you assure her. She leaves and you sit up, restless. You place the book down and rise, pacing along the tall row of windows as you peer out onto the frosted courtyard.

You stop and press your palm to the cold glass, letting it seep into you. The whistling winds shake the panes and flow through your veins. You close your eyes, frozen to the spot.

A warm hand closes around your arm, shaking you from your trance. You gasp and turn, expecting Bruce but faced with Kent. You peek past him, or try to, searching for your husband who cannot be far.

"There you are," he says as his hand crawls up to your shoulder, "I'm sorry I've not been around, you understand how men can be consumed in their business."

"What--" you grab his hand, "you cannot be here."

"Have you missed me?" He purrs.

"Lord Kent, please, this is inappropriate--"

"He's changed, isn't he?" He waves away your grasp and grabs your chin, the winter wraps around you as it creeps in from the windows, "has he taken to your bed then? Like a proper husband?"

"Leave me be," you try to shove him away and his hand wraps around your neck, urging you back against the icy glass.

"Tell me, it cannot be as we were. It must be as rigid as his spine, yes? A duty served but hardly a woman pleased--"

"You speak uncouthly, sir, and you will not persist--"

"Does he know of us? Did you tell him before you let him between your legs? Does he know I was there first?"

You hit his chest in appall. His hand tightens around your neck as you try to holler, squeezing your voice to a mere whimper. He feels along your bodice as he looms over you, "no, you couldn't say it. Not to him. He'd have you out on the street."

You gulp and tug on his lapel helplessly. His fingers dance down your stomach and he curls them slowly, gathering up the length of your skirts. Inch by inch so the cold air wafts under and pricks bumps across your skin. You shiver and grip his wrist, trying to shake him away from you.

"Shall I remind you of his impotence?" He snarls as his breath scalds your face, "shall I fuck you beneath his own hearth and--"

He lets you go suddenly, a hollow thump across his back. Kent staggers as he turns to face his accoster, another strike from the silver shovel meant for the ashes in the fireplace across his jaw. Bruce kicks him so he falls over, landing on his ass as he knocks over a small round table in his descent.

Your husband points the silver edge at Kent's face as he places his sole against his chest. He breathes furiously, anger surging red in his cheeks.

"You dare touch my wife?"

"Someone must," Kent scoffs and spits up blood, his teeth shining red as he smiles boldly.

"I should beat you to death on my own carpet," Bruce growls and leans his weight onto Kent's ribs, raising the shovel as if to hit him once more.

You quake as horror swells over and push away from the windows. You stop your husband as your eyes glisten. You put your hand above his on the slender silver handle and touch his arm.

"Husband," you coax, "let him go. Banish him from this house but do not hurt him further."

"He--" Bruce huffs, "he was-- how am I to let him walk out of here?"

"Because, husband," you sniff as you force out the words, "I must confess my sins to you."

"Sins?" He blusters in confusion, dragging his foot off of Kent. The man on the floor laughs madly from below.

"Of how I've betrayed you," you say as the tears spill over, "I do not deserve to be your wife."

#clark kent #bruce wayne #dark clark kent #dark!clark kent #bruce wayne x reader #clark kent x reader #regency au #acts of atonement #marriage of inconvenience #sequel #series #dc #dcu #au #fic #dark fic #dark!fic

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inkrabbit · 2 years

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Hello!

First I'd like to say that I love your writing! Also I'm still a bit new to Tumblr so please forgive me if I'm doing this wrong or don't explain something well lmao.

I was wondering if it would be possible to do headcannons on how any of the Papas would react to finding out their s/o is incredibly strong? And they can pick their Papa up and carry them around with no problem? I imagined that and thought it was hilarious :D

Thank you and please feel free to ignore this if it is confusing or overwhelming at all <3

you're so sweet omg ty <3333 but bb don't you even apologize. so long as anything is within my rule set, anything goes. requests can literally be like Primo x reader and I would be fine with that xD

hcs below the cut. if anyone's wondering, I'm keeping Rob Zombie's version of Michael Myers in mind as a sort of "base". and, as always, it's GN

Primo:

he's surprised at first

like really surprised

he knows the ghouls are pretty strong, but someone who had originally started out as a sibling??? it catches him off guard

bonus points if you worked under him and one day just casually show off your strength

mans has never been so confused in his life

but you know what? he absolutely loves it

his ghouls get a little jealous since he starts asking you for extra help with anything

but he's also gonna worry about you

"Girasole, are you sure you're not straining yourself? You know you need to take breaks."

pls don't pick him up. he might not like to admit that he's old, but he's decently frail and he's a little scared of heights

Secondo:

he knew something was up when you didn't back down from one of his ghouls that was getting a little snippy with him

and it may or may not have turned him on watching you quite literally throw said ghoul across the church

"Minga! I knew you were the one when I laid my eyes on you, uccello canoro."

starts calling you "mia guerriera/mio guerriero" which just means "my warrior"

but pls don't try picking him up around people

or doing anything to even hint that he's weaker than you (even tho we all know he is)

he still likes to appear as though he's "top dog"

100% changes behind closed doors tho

he turns into such a sap in your hands, and when he's feeling extra stressed, he'll happily let you lead

he trusts you, with both his mind and body. and he especially trusts you know how to keep your strength in check

Terzo:

"MY S/O CAN BEAT UP YOUR S/O!"

often gushes about you to anyone who's unfortunate enough to be within earshot

and he won't shut his mouth, even if you pay him

has his absolute favorite stories about you showcasing your strength

but don't let his enthusiasm about everything fool you. he is a little weary around you

sure, he trusts you. but it's not 100% and he unintentionally walks on eggshells around you

"I'd rather take a fall on stage any day than fight you, amore."

he still spoils you with whatever you want, even if you don't want him to go through all the trouble. he's just that type of lover

if you train/spar, know full well he's gonna be your personal cheerleader. you might make him a little hesitant, but you're still his number 1, and he's gonna remind you that

congratulations, you're also one of his bodyguards whenever he goes out. and it's totally not an excuse to spend all of his time with you

Cardinal Copia:

have you always been this strong??? was he blind???

Lucifer below, he doesn't remember you being able to pick everything up like it was nothing before you two started dating

okay, yeah. it's hot to him. but he's too embarrassed to say anything

who wouldn't want you? you literally make him feel so safe, like nothing could ever hurt him

well... whenever you're not zoning out

Copia's a naturally shy guy, maybe a little too pampered growing up. but he's seen the horrors of the world and of people. he's scared you're only dating him out of pity, or simply you'll simply just one day and snap and show him how strong you really are

don't be offended, but he's also hesitant to let you hold his rats

not many people like them. it's fine, but he's just being extra careful. they're like his children they are

still makes all the time in the world to be with you tho, and he showers you in affection

and it's not just to stay on your "good side". he's just a naturally loving man, and he's gonna make sure you get all of his love second (Sister Imperator comes first)

Papa Emeritus IV/Popia:

any worry he had about you? gone. doesn't exist anymore erased like his older brothers

brings you everywhere with him and shows you off, especially during rituals because, yes, you're either gonna be off to the side of the stage, or down on the ground in front

and expect him to trot on over while he's singing to interact with you

has he cirice'd you during a ritual before? yes he has. does he plan on doing it again? 100% and you can't stop him. he loves telling stories about how "Papa cirice'd the strongest person in the abbey and got away with it"

feels safest when he's with you, especially if you're holding him

pls give his forehead a little kiss. he loves having you pick him up while he's on stage just to show off, but he also craves gentle affection

"Ah, not even my own ghouls give me a sense of security like you do, mio roccio/mia roccia!"

he doesn't look at just your physical strength, but also taps into your mentality

and you're also the first person he goes to whenever he's worried about something

all he'll want is to lay in bed with you, cuddle with you and his rats and talk about anything that comes to mind. nothing else matters

Papa Nihil:

gives you increasingly heavier things to see what your limit is

is a bit scared when nothing bothers you and you're lifting everything up like it's a feather

nearly had a heart attack when you lifted him up as a joke

saw his life flash before his eyes and cowered behind his ghouls for a bit

dw he's fine. he's just being the drama queen that he is

congratulations, you now get all of the heavy-lifting jobs, especially the ones he doesn't feel like doing

he's praising you all the way tho, very supportive

"I know I can be a little... overzealous, especially on stage. But you, mio piccolo diavolo/mia piccola diavola, will always be the one I want."

give the idiot a chance. and then a couple more after that. he's a little dense and lives in the moment, but he's trying his best... and he might like being able to gloat that his S/O could probably lift a train

you'll never know it, but several songs he's written (and eventually scrapped) were all about you and how amazing you are. there was only 1 that ever mentioned your strength

#request #papa emeritus i #primo #papa emeritus ii #secondo #papa emeritus iii #terzo #cardinal copia #copia #papa emeritus iv #papa nihil #headcanons #hcs #gn!reader

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queeenpersephone · 1 year

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I know you already wrote Endgame by taylor for tonynat buuut how about something inspired by "you've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks so here's the truth from my red lips"? love your writing <3

hi love! so you're right, i did, and so i'm going to answer your prompt in a roundabout way (by spoiling that fic a little) hope you don't mind! here's part one of my end game fic <3

one.

O U R P R E S E N T F U T U R I S T

By Karen Page

“Mr. Stark, thank you for joining me this morning.”

The man himself, Anthony Edward Stark, sits across from me, legs crossed. His suit is neatly pressed, his hair perfect. There is a faint bruise along his jaw, but considering his latest fight is available on YouTube, I have no need to ask. He is riding on an immense victory of another kind, the revised Sokovia Accords having just been successfully pushed through the UN.

“The pleasure is all yours,” he snarks, but a quick grin that quirks at the edge of his mouth tells me it is in jest. The words are flirty, but his eyes stay either on mine or on his phone, which fills up with more messages every minute - I feel almost guilty keeping him, a feeling that I assure you is unfamiliar. It is almost surreal to be with the man who, for better or worse, ushered in the era of public superheroes in which we now live. I tell him so.

He doesn’t look surprised, instead giving me a wry, self-deprecating grin. “That sounds cool, doesn’t it? Really, I just can’t keep my damn mouth shut.”

“You have said a lot of controversial things over the years.”

Tony laughs, and it is contagious. I can’t help but smile back. “Yeah, well put me down as on the straight and narrow, will you?”

The Accords, I know, have to be a sore point, but I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t mention them. “You were the first signer of the Sokovia Accords. Do you ever regret the ‘straight and narrow,’ as you put it?”

Tony straightens a little, but his cool confidence remains. “The Accords have been subjected to a very thorough revising process, managed by two people I’d trust with my life.” He pauses, and I let him. “There are a lot of things I won’t say,” he tells me finally, “but no, I don’t regret it. We have a responsibility, and however we can fulfill it… well…”

“What do you mean?”

Tony thinks, then a soft smile crosses his face. “If we have one hand on the wheel,” he says, a level to his tone that makes me think he is quoting someone, “we can still steer.”

I decide to act on my hunch. “Your words?”

“Good catch,” he laughs. “No, the words of a woman far wiser than me.” He fumbles a little with his hands, twisting a plain, black ring on his fifth finger.

“And how is Miss Romanoff?” My hunches have not failed me yet. “Is she in the city?”

I am asking, of course, about his famous partner, the Black Widow. After a very public kiss on the tails of the Accords announcement, the media has been going crazy to discover the hows, whens, and whys of the whole affair. Details of their relationship are extremely rare, so I resolve to tread carefully.

“That’s classified,” he jokes, and though it is said as a joke, I also think it was the most serious thing he has said in the interview thus far. I would bet money that this man would not reveal his girlfriend’s location, even under the most extreme torture.

It’s clear that this line of investigation is not going to go anywhere, so I switch tracks. “How are these Accords different from the original documents, Mr. Stark?”

He just raises an eyebrow. “Read them, if you want to know,” he brushes off. Then he leans forward. “I care about my team - we’re gonna stick together because you never know when we’ll be needed. And that would be impossible with the way the Accords were written before the revisions.”

I nod. This isn’t new information. Many suspect that Tony Stark takes every opportunity to tell the public that the Avengers are needed, whole and ready to protect the Earth, so that his lost team members will know they are welcome back whenever they are ready.

“And are the Avengers ready? If they are needed?”

I don’t know why I expected Stark to take a while to answer this question, but it surprises me when he abandons his glances at his still-blowing-up phone, looking me straight in the eyes. I don’t even have written notes from this portion of the interview. I was completely captured by the man in front of me. He seems larger than life.

“The Avengers will always come together to defend the Earth. No matter how difficult it is. That’s the end game.” He leans back, and I do the same, released from that intensity, letting out an obvious exhale. Tony Stark just smirks, and in that moment, I realize that the Black Widow must be the only one who could ever handle him.

Still, he grins at me, and I smile back, immediately at ease when he wants me to be. “But my job is to make it as easy as possible. Thank you, Ms. Page.”

I know a dismissal when I hear one. And, without protest (which is very unlike me), I stand up and go.

(read more on page 4)

#ironwidow #tonynat #ironwidow writing #marvel #marvel writing #my writing #so it goes is next btw!#almost done with that one #y'all should definitely bug me about it lol #tony x natasha #answered #prompt #anonymous #hope you didn't mind this anon!#it's prompt adjacent lol #also i've never seen daredevil so ignore if i #have misrepresented karen

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sunlightandsuffering · 2 years

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Omg familiar au and mad scientist is coming back 👀

IT COULD! i do have stuff written for them! Althoug its far more likely for the familiar AU, I have like 8K written for that, mad scientist 2 not so much!

Familiar AU is genuinely so funny tho poor Eren, girl really thinks of him only as a cat lol!

Familiar AU:

She gets home later after a date, she probably shouldn’t have gone home at all, but she did want to see her stupid familiar, make sure he was okay, no matter how much of an asshole he was being.

He could summon food for himself, etc, if he really needed but he is pretty spoiled and he was used to Mikasa cooking everything for him.

She finds him glaring at her with piercing silver-green eyes, drilling holes into her skull the second she shuts the door.

The next thing she knows her head is a barrage of angry expletives.

“Mikasa you can’t keep seeing him you need to stop it!” “Eren it’s my first boyfriend, I’ve never dated anyone before, I won’t stop just because you don’t like him, just because you’re being a controlling asshole!”

“That’s not why I don’t like him,” his tone is careful, alluding to something more but Mikasa is too angry to really consider it, how dare he try to control her.

“I don’t care why, Eren I know we’re tied together forever, but you need to get this through your brain, he is my boyfriend. That isn’t going to change, you are my cat, that’s all, not my boyfriend, or my lover, any of that. You are my cat, familiar, and my best friend, and I love you, but you need to let me live my life okay? I wouldn’t stop you if you found someone, another cat, that’s just not fair.”

She ends her tirade a little out of breath and staring at the chestnut coloured little furball that now looks rather defeated, if a cat can look like that. He’s so sad, she almost wants to take all her yelling back and give him a hug. She loves her stupid cat. “Just your cat huh?” He says in her head, and she nods, yes he understands! What else could he possibly be??

Mad Scientist 2:

Mikasa does it, she has a beautiful baby boy and they name him Nico and Eren is the proudest dad she’s even seen. And for a while for like the first few years of Nico’s life, Eren is happy with their creation and all is well. But Mikasa knows her husband, her best friend, and she knows him very well. So, she knows his ambition never stops, and as soon as Nico turns three, the day after actually his attention has caught on her in a new way.

At first, she thinks maybe he wants another child, maybe a baby girl this time and Mikasa would be lying if she said the idea didn’t thrill her, but no to her immense misfortune it’s not quite that simple, her husband is a very complicated and curious man.

Since the first time he fucked her that morning, the day he’d gotten her pregnant, she’s sure now that’s when they’d conceived their beautiful baby boy, since that day Mikasa has learned A LOT about Eren’s sexual appetite. Mostly that it is insatiable and sometimes she has difficulty keeping up.

But it seems Eren hasn’t learned enough about her, because one day after she’s dropped Nico off at Eren’s parents for the weekend, so she could have a break Eren broaches the subject of his next budding experiment.

She doesn’t quite expect what comes out of his mouth. “You know Mikasa, we don’t know very much about female sexuality.”

He says it so casually, she almost doesn’t question it as she flips through a research article for a study she’s thinking about conducting.

She hums, agreeing with him at first, but then her head snaps up to look at him, she knows Eren very well.

“What do you mean? We know more than we used to and research has come a long way on it.” Eren concedes her point, nodding, “You’re right, but there’s no unifying model on the sexual response cycle, especially not for women.” She drops her research article to the coffee table, irritated as she leans over to look at him where he’s seated on the floor, turned oh so innocently towards her.

She is suspicious, “Why do you care Eren, that’s not your area of study anyway.” He shrugs, “It could be.”

“What do you mean it could be, don’t tell me you’re thinking of changing fields now,” she huffs, grumbling under her breath, “your stupid ambition is the entire reason we had Nico.” Eren grins at her devilishly, “And what a great decision that was, wasn’t it Mikasa?” His voice drips with smugness and she wants to throttle him.

“Yeah, yeah you asshole I know, I don’t regret our baby, but why would you want to change fields right now?” Eren inches a little closer to where she’s seated on the couch, his head resting against her knee as he speaks to her, dropping a little kiss there.

“My wife,” Eren says very simply and she raises an eyebrow questioningly. “You see Mikasa, since we’ve been together I’ve become very interested in just how that pretty little head of yours functions, especially during sex.”

He moves closer, hands gripping her calves, pulling them apart just slightly and fuck they haven’t had sex in at least a week, it’s been too busy.

She nods at him, biting her lip as his breath hits her lower thigh, a promise. His smile is lascivious, smug as he continues, “There’s some things I’m very interested in Mikasa, some things about my wife I’d like to learn. So imagine my surprise when I discovered most of the research is mixed, inconclusive and there’s no unifying model for me to refer to. It’s sad isn’t it, all I wanted was to learn more about my dear wife.”

She’s so fucked, especially if Eren’s already done research. It means he knows more than he should, more than she knows and he’s going to use that knowledge against her in any way possible.

She has no doubt this time she’ll be the research experiment.

The very idea makes her breath hitch. “I have so many questions my love, won’t you help me Mikasa?”

She’s nodding before she can stop herself, before she realizes what she just agreed to, just a little nod to seal her fate.

Eren’s smile is crazed, those eyes filling with wonder, pupils dilated and his hands stroking her calves lovingly, “Oh Mikasa, I’m so excited to start, baby it’s going to be wonderful.” Before she can consider changing her answer, he’s kissing her forehead and running off to his office, calling back how much he loves her.

He doesn’t come out for dinner or for the rest of the night and Mikasa is so, so fucked. She just gave her husband, her batshit crazy insane mad scientist husband explicit consent to experiment on her sexually, with the sole purpose of finding out what makes her tick.

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mandysxmuses · 7 months

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Compare and Contrast:

Coda + Jemand

Todd + Nero

//OH MAN THIS OUGHT TO BE FUN

CODA AND JEMAND

ok so first things first Coda and Jemand are basically as polar opposite as two people can be, I think. Coda's immensely introverted to the point of barely being able to socially interact with others, while Jemand is incredibly extroverted and charming and loves talking to people, mostly because it helps distract from thinking a little too much for his own comfort about himself.

Coda dresses in trench coats and long, baggy clothing, usually unwashed, and his house looks like a hurricane went through it. He has tendencies to just let things sit and do whatever is easiest, and a lot of the time that means throwing on something he's already worn rather than just doing the laundry. His eating habits are absolutely awful because he'd rather just eat chips than do the building pile of dishes.

Jemand, meanwhile, goes the extreme opposite direction and is extremely meticulous about how he looks. He pampers himself regularly, puts on makeup to doll himself up, and wears lavish clothes. He can't stand messes, though I will admit he has a similar situation to Coda going on where he does not have the energy to physically clean them -- it's just that he won the luck of the draw with superpowers and can literally dismiss messes with a wave of his hand.

He kind of handshakes with Coda on the bad eating habits, but for different reasons. Jemand eats like that solely as a coping mechanism. When he's upset, he eats junk. Otherwise, he once again spoils himself with the sort of foods people would normally have to spend hundreds or even thousands to eat.

I think one of the things they do have in common is sleeping a lot as a coping mechanism, like, if Jemand isn't up eating ice cream he's sleeping, there's nothing else

And if I really stretched it I could say they have the familial issues in common, except Coda's more a victim in his case, since if we look at Jemand's sort of if you squint father-son relation, Jemand's definitely the abuser, so even in that respect they differ

TODDIE AND NEROWO

these two have a lot more in common than the above, but they also differ in so many respects, too

Like already on moral grounds they're on two different sides, Todd's a serial killer who slaughters innocents for fun and Nero's a heroic character who, while having fun whooping all the ass he does, in the end is still doing it with the express purpose of helping protect others. Sometimes in Nero's case (especially in DMC 5) there's more of a revenge motive going, but in the end he's still trying to help out

They both yell and raise their voice a lot. That's a thing. They handshake on the "AAAAAAAAAAA"

They also handshake on not being able to keep their mouths shut for the life of them. Both Todd and Nero have a terminal case of talking shit, it's just that in Todd's case some of the time he can't back it up and Nero, most of the time, can

Todd talks shit more as a "this is the only power I have in this situation and goddamn it's going to kill me to use it but whatever" thing

meanwhile Nero's just like "I have so much power in this situation I'm gonna fucking play air guitar while you're picking yourself up and spitting blood"

I think they have similar taste in music, too? One of the first things you see Nero doing is blasting loud metal music into his ears in the middle of a church and if that is not a Todd handshake I don't know what is

... even though Nero would never handshake Todd, even without the lack of showering he'd feel gross

they also both handshake on being into curvy women, I'm sorry to make that comparison but it's there, I have to

The way they carry themselves is different. Nero's got a lot more confidence in his stride and the clothes he wears are (USUALLY) really fancy

Todd literally just throws on whatever and skulks around

I think one thing they do have in common is their capacity for forgiveness mdklsd Todd's still buddies with Jemand after literally everything those two have done to each other and it's always been really hard to split them up, and Nero does end up sparing Vergil and trying to end his rivalry with Dante despite all the things that he did

I'm sure there is more I could go into, but this is turning into a novel so I'm gonna just leave it there

#abuse mention tw #M; Hellish Reflections #M; The Somebody #M; Dance With a Devil #M; The Assassin #ooc

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levmada · 2 years

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college au and "we can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want." and visit? but with levi comforting us this time?🥺

suki all your hurt/comfort requests have FED me thank u. i definitely didn’t base this fic off a real life experience btw. i hope u like it!!😌

One muse shows up at the other’s doorstep in tears.

content/warnings: pining Levi pining Levi, hurt/comfort, mention of cheating, college sucks basically

wc: ~1.3k

You really thought you had yourself together by the time you reach Levi’s apartment door. You had one whole flight of stairs to cut away the knot twisting your throat, and to wrangle the shakes in your hands.

But here you are on his doorstep, hiccuping softly, smearing tears across your cheeks. That dumb welcome mat of a panda peeking over ‘WELCOME!’ in quirky font that Hange gave him as a gag gift for his housewarming mocks you.

(It doesn’t fit him at all. The only reason Levi kept it is to have visitors wipe their feet at the door.)

You’re overreacting. It’s just, all these issues have been piling up until you hit your last straw today.

First of all, your roommate is useless. You hate to say that about someone, especially a first-year, but it was up to her to wash the dishes and take out the garbage three days ago. And for two consecutive nights she instead went out. The night before she was complaining about period pains, so she was bedridden all day.

Admittedly, you’re a petty bitch and you two agreed that it was her responsibility, so you just left. That was today.

Most recently, the dorm was picking up such a disgusting stink that you went to shower, but the water was freezing, so you gave up.

At any time, showering off is a smart idea whenever you go to see Levi. You’re just friends, but you’ve seen strangers he has unapologetically wrinkled his nose at. As friends, Levi’s jeers at Hange for their lack of hygiene is relentless, but as long as you’re apologetic, he’ll throw you some deodorant.

But you’re not clean, and shit, even if you were, you plan to apologize for showing up unannounced like this.

You’re still rolling explanations around in your head when the door abruptly shudders open, revealing a disgruntled Levi in the biggest sweater you have ever seen, at least for someone as small as him. It could double for a white dress—the hems wave around his lower thighs and totally swallow his hands—but he has sweatpants on regardless.

“What’re you doing here?” he asks, a little lamely.

“Um.”

You inwardly chastise yourself for forgetting. One of the metal rungs on the stairs is notoriously squeaky. It would be up to Levi to fix it, only he never bothers because it keeps him from having to install a doorbell.

Mikasa says he’s frugal to a fault.

“Well, I...” That knot in your throat makes a reappearance, and with a vengeance. “I-I didn’t know where else to go. I’ve just, been kinda having a shitty day.”

You sob softly and open your mouth to explain, but Levi has already stepped away with the door at his back, motioning with his head for you to come inside. You were too busy staring at your shoes to notice the distressed furrow in his brow until now.

“Well? What’re you waiting for?”

“Oh, thank you!”

“Don’t thank me,” he continues to grumble once the door is shut. His eyes follow you as you shuffle your shoes on the mat and kick off your shoes.

He then insists he take your coat. Then your scarf. And hat.

“This is what friends do, isn’t it?”

“You won't believe the day I had!”

You don’t need to ask permission to launch into a rant about the past few days; you have a lot to get off your chest.

You give him a recap of every shitty thing that has happened, with a couple choice words to describe your roommate—“Probably a spoiled brat anyway,” he remarks—but you hesitate to rant about your boyfriend.

Levi makes a face from his spot bundled up on the couch the second the topic comes up. That sweater, a gift from you, threatens to swallow his knees like it does his wrists.

“Did he do something?” Levi asks, tone dark.

He has a bit of protective streak around everyone, so you always remind yourself not to look into it too much. Your boyfriend just happens to not be so great, sometimes.

“Maybe,” you acquiesce, followed by a stressed sigh. “I mean, I don’t know for sure. I shouldn’t assume.”

Levi raises a brow.

So, maybe your boyfriend hasn’t been paying much attention to his phone the last couple days, because you’ve barely texted even though he’s been active on all his other social media.

It’s not a total shift from the attention you’re used to getting—

Levi cuts you off in the middle of your depressing monologue. “Don’t let him get away with that shit. He’s supposed to pay attention to you.“

“He’s just busy most of the time,” you argue weakly, wringing with your hands, which are freezing. “He has a full workload, plus a job, and the track team...”

Levi huffs through his nose and crosses his arms. “Not an excuse.”

You kind of regret saying anything. Never ever will Levi ever relent and comment anything positive when it comes to your boyfriend.

Does it make you a bad person that you find his over-protectiveness kind of super comforting?

Still.

You go on to explain, “He completely ghosted me three days ago.” You thrust your phone up in the air to bolster your point, but Levi is too far away, and so he ends up jerking your wrist closer to his face to read the messages (or lack thereof).

“Who the fuck replies with ‘K’ to a good morning message?”

To your relief, steam is practically pouring out of his ears; you feel less crazy for being upset.

“I know, right?”

You pull away, your knuckles brushing as you do.

Clearing your throat awkwardly, you try to rejoin your train of thought. “So, I thought hanging out would make me feel better, only I showed up without telling you, so I’m sorry.”

“Be sorry that you stink.” He shows you a sour look.

That’s the thing.

“I don't have any hot water. Either she’s been taking a lot of baths, or the pipes froze. You know, wintertime.”

“Why not both?” he scoffs, but then, he turns a little sheepish. “Look… I don’t mean to assume, but your roommate’s been flaking on you for three days now, right?”

You blink. “Yeah.”

“And your…” Then he sighs. “Nevermind.”

“…Oh.”

Frowning, you stare down at the cushions. Is that anxiety in your chest, or your heart shaking, threatening to shatter? Him, cheating on you?—With your own roommate? Sure, they have track together, but.

Fuck.

Levi pulls you out of your mind. “I see that shitty look on your face. Just forget what I said. You shouldn’t assume, remember?”

You sulk. Everything else you’ve been dealing with considered, should you let yourself be surprised?—Put more energy into being hurt? The relationship isn’t that serious, but shit, new tears are filling your eyes.

You sniff. “You know what? I’m being stupid. I’ll go home and take a shower.”

“Is…” Levi turns red. “Is it because of what I said?”

“No!” you say, a little too fast. “I just don’t know how I didn’t see that sooner, really. I’ll be back after I shower.”

As you go to stand, Levi also hops to his feet and discreetly sidesteps so he blocks the front door.

He puts on hand on his hip in defiance. “No, you’ll freeze. Use my shower.”

You gawk at him. “Levi, I couldn’t.”

“Use my water?” He deadpans. “Please. The landlord covers it. I’ll make dinner so you don’t have to deal with more disgusting dishes.”

That, you won’t let slide. On your feet, you wander over and flick his forehead. He makes a face at you, but the hardness in his expression has smoothed over.

“You’re too kind,” you murmur, and look down.

Does it also make you a bad person that you kind of wanna kiss his cheek?—Are those butterflies in your belly?

“I’m not,” he stammers. “You can. You… You had a shitty day. We can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want.”

When you look up, it’s his turn to stare at the ground. The pink blush rising to his cheeks compliments his total shyness, and—

He’s being really, really cute.

So… you surrender. Movie night and pizza with Levi it is.

Enter the event here!

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the-firebird69 · 8 months

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This is my genre and I am the queen of blades and I'm going to attack you to keep my husband from getting kidnapped and you'll rude the day that you awaken me to the fact you're going to do it we appreciate your talking today

Queen of blades

I don't belong in prison by anyone's plan that wants to get anything out of someone who skilled as I am at inventing. I feel bad for you you're never going to go anywhere Max

Zues aka Jim

I'm going to tell you this is so bad everybody I work with is spoiled and you're all stupid as soon as they're laughing at them and they're big fellows and see what they can do and it won't shut up just like retards

Mac

I also have to let you know Max that you control it most of the time and you're controlling dja at times and it's a wonderful thing no it's terrifying to a lot of people but a lot of your max just don't have it I'd like to them and they a bunch of them and they need to be repaired first cuz you're probably never be ahead of them anyways but still my hope my conversation was going to go like this I cannot bear it I cannot stand it I can't listen to it and I can't see the dead person saying it and not want to cut his head off immediately and s*** down his throat for all to see I can hardly hold myself back from lighting the stupid mother f***** on fire it's so freaking dumb and illogical. I launch attacks on them later I see them in the news sometimes and they're Max and they're just stone cold dead on a slab of the morgue because they're acting like children on purpose and thinks it's a romper room section here I'm trying to survive I don't have any money I'm surrounded by people who are desperate and running around stabbing people like you Max. You're a bunch of idiots and I don't believe that you're going to go anywhere I don't believe you're going to succeed I don't believe that Matt can pick it up and he's disabled if he was not disabled he would have a very difficult time. I want to Max to know that I'm not alone these people here do their best and they try they're handicaps most the time they're unarmed their armies are in tatters and we're not allowed to properly train but mine are different I have a personal Army they're very big and their means and they can come in clothes and rip you apart as a joke they can rip apart still submarines with their hands I don't want to hear this s*** from you a****** queers you go home and stick your head in a beer I'll stick your friend's head up your ass I don't care you want to bother me all day and all night with all these people you're going to pay like you are you should listen to Mac you're paying through the nose

Zues

We're not used to being talked to this way

Macs

Zues Hera

You don't understand what you're saying

Macs

You will not relent on me my goal is to survive only at this time you are so ridiculous you're making my survival very difficult and you're not helping at all you let me on my own so I'm on my own trying to survive why is that so hard to figure out there's so many people trying to kidnap me you sitting there laughing cuz you might kidnap me it's a f****** joke kidnapping is a sin on your side and you don't even understand that it needs to know it. But here it is underneath your cities are Galactus and Galactica mostly them the father and mother have them too but I have a lot of them and they're gigantic if you want DC to be depressed into the Earth 2 miles the whole area 20 by 30 or so keep on mouthing off like little baby kids to piss me off cuz I'm full of piss and vinegar to do what I can get away with and have Olympus make up for it you little f*****

Galactus Galactica

What are you saying is true there are these Giants and they lost the battle they went down under they're making them huge and regrouping and making tons of them and they defeated Tommy F and one of his largest armies of Jager and robots with ease and I don't want to hear from you s*** heads you're so f****** stoned on something what's wrong with you you're pissing him off more you wanted to counterbalance everything you haven't you haven't gotten to one of them you don't know what they are you're so f****** fruit cakey everything is fake big huge sharks are fake you see them every day so you're used to it giant bugs are fake so you see them everyday you're used to it you've seen mutants you have a mutant running the country practically you see her everyday you know what she is and you're used to it I guess you're going to see Galactus and Galactica and get used to it have BG sale you just going to look at it I suppose you're right you should just be the s*** heads

Mac daddy you f****** loses right now you going to fix your pain you f****** losers

You soon again something before I seem to do stuff like that and we're not doing anything nobody cares he's going to take advantage of it and he's smiling and laughing at him and making fun of him and pissing him off more as he's ripping us a new one like no one ever has in history he says I don't even have to you're going around getting rid of yourself and some sort of infight and other Max and other people's because you're a big mouth and he says that and it's true and we sound like Trump he says I got to get out of here but for real we are starting to really suck and we're doing stupid things that they do we can't stand it you see those things I'll tell you what are you so much we're going to cut him loose

Macs

I'm putting a hit on that Mac in any who are sided with him on that subject and it is a hit and it's stuff to ours I'm having Hera send it up

Zues Hera

I'm sending it into Olympus now for approval and we're going to send it out once they stamp it

Thor Freya

We have approved it and we're sending it out we're going to take their stuff and their bases I'm so sick of these idiots what we see now is there just a pack of idiots like these retards I'm going to take advantage of it before they can fix their brains and we thank you for announcing it in the meeting like a bunch of yacking idiots who think that life is free you can do whatever you want and you're invulnerable which is absolutely not true

Olympus

So what are the queer boys respond with you're not invulnerable to Olympus anybody even 5 years old you little children that you're worried about your little quiz tomorrow where there's a pop quiz in class he's shrinking down with Jason I mean what what the hell you sound like 5 year old kids you act like it and you're going to get the floor mopped with you like 5 year old children do you spaz

Zues Hera

It's kind of funny I've been waiting for someone to tell them off that matters and they see you might have power they still say they don't care and we're getting smaller and smaller by the hour but like 9% of the population instead of 25 to 30%, who the hell are you Max to say this s*** to him I see you doing it you should be fired but we all have the same problem really he can't stand here comes by like a rhinoceros and stamps out whoever the hell is doing it you can't figure that s*** out are you doing after she took his money that's driving that's terrific that is great we're going to go we're going to all die

Mac daddy

We heard of the mental hospital house he said terrific I know what to do he's doing it a little and it reminds us of a bunch of boobs so he's going to wail on us he's going to sit there and laugh and stuff and we don't care cuz we have a big huge fleet

Mike tew

WTF thanks for the news flash the ancient history class and all sorts of other things that are making my people incensed on top of being irate. Just tell me where your bunkers are Mike too and I'll move them to the surface of Saturn so you can stare at them

Zues Hera

I certainly did something it's actual power and he wants us to shut up just Tommy F has it now and some of the ships if he gets these out he's going to have some actual power but not for long and he says that and we don't know if he agree or not cuz we can't tell I guess we're looking at stuff and don't believe it you're going to get out of here it says you better keep your brain like it is now or you won't have a sense of humor. And I certainly understand that's funny

Macs

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the-letter-horror-lover · 2 years

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if only she loved me

desmondhearts

Summary:

"I really hate seeing you like this, seeing you cry repeatedly hurts me, you really don't deserve this at all... and if I'm being honest.. you deserve someone better."

he had always loved her, but she was so focused on another man she didn't even realize what was waiting for her...

!!! heavy BOC spoilers !!!

Notes:

I cannot write out the accent, sorry :( so for all BOC characters I will not be writing out accents, not to mention I can imagine it's kinda hard to read for some people so it's better if I make it understandable for everyone!

also, the first few moments of this one shot in particular is based off of that one scene in episode 6 relating to Beast and Sebastian but without the sex, which will be in the next chapter ... if you know, you know, and if you don't, you probably just got spoiled if you didn't already read the description.

Chapter 1

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"BUT PLEASE.... JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE!" she cried out as she grabbed him from behind tightly, sobbing onto his back for a moment before Dagger tried to slightly move from her grasp, she dramatically dropped herself to her knees as she covered her mouth to prevent herself from making anymore loud sobs.

"(stage name)... please.. just plea-"

"You promised.... you promised that we would be together.... but then you.... left me.... for.... her.... even though I WAS THE ONE THERE FOR YOU, I WAS THE ONE TO COMFORT YOU WHEN SHE TOLD YOU OFF TO GO CHASE JOKER..... I WAS THERE!!"

(Stage Name) cried at the foot of her once true love, the blonde male did nothing but stand and stare down at her pathetic actions, while he did most certainly feel sympathy, one of the most sympathetic members of this circus, he just simply didn't return the same affections, he genuinely didn't like seeing her like this, but he was honestly, just so tired of having to keep it a secret on how he didn't see her in that light.

crouching down to her level, seeing her cover her hands with her face as she sobbed loudly, questioning her entire life choices, questioning herself, 'why him? why did it have to be him to hurt you?'

"I'm sorry, (stage name)... it's not that I never loved you or anything, it's just that.... well...." Dagger tried to get his words straight, he didn't want to actually state how overtime, his romantic affections for (stage name) had faded completely in favor of Beast, he didn't want to admit straight to her face that Beast was just more attractive, feisty and bold, the fact that he had to work tooth and nail to get her affections was keeping him at bay... while (stage name) came off as desperate for his affections and it shut him off, the more she started to get closer to him, the more he started to despise her, he tried his best to distance himself from her so that he doesn't keep feeling this way, in all honesty he hated himself for feeling like this, he truly did feel bad for her, he truly did love her at one point, because of all the times they spent together as children, playing with the other kids, suffering though so much together in the gutter, and even competitively throwing knives at the practice grounds within the first days of circus, laughing and having a good time, until it comes to the present day where he's basically throwing it all away in favor of a woman who doesn't even want him, in favor of another man.

but the woman who did was.... right in front of him, crying her heart out as she pleads him to stay, a part of him was turned completely off by it simply being (stage name) and not her, another part of him wants himself to like her, he wishes things can be the same again, but it's simple, you can't help who you like, and that person simply who falls victim to this fate is none other than (stage name).

"we've been through so much together... all of the time we spent in the gutter... playing in the fields as children... and all of that is... gone..." her voice became low, her tears had stopped flowing, raising up her body to look at him, her cheeks were puffy, her eyes were swollen, the look on her face rang of pure hatred and defeat, it was the day where she had finally stopped caring, or so she thought, after all this time, she was chasing around a man who was chasing around a woman who in return, was chasing another man, it was almost a full circle... or is it a full circle?

little did the two know that someone was watching them from afar, heading back to his tent after doing god knows what, possibly back visiting father, looking off into the distance to see a poor, heartbroken (stage name) cry and plead her heart out.

all he could think was. "it's happening again... can't she just give up already?"

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"what's the matter, (stage name)? it's raining, you could get wet!"

a man told (stage name), he was none other than mr ringleader himself, Joker, he didn't have an umbrella, standing inside of his tent, peaking his head out as she was sitting in the rain, drenched completely and dirty from the mud on the floor that was staining her leggings, she sat on her legs, pondering to herself.. "why do I feel this way?"

turning her head back to look at the much taller man, slowly walking over towards her, him slowly growing wet from the rain as he grabbed a spare jacked and leaned in to wrap it around her.

"oh, it's nothing...."

Joker sighed, knowing what he saw earlier, he decided to boldy ask.

"it's about Dagger, isn't it?"

her stomach started to slightly sting, she told herself mentally to stop loving him over and over and over but the more she tells herself the more she starts to sink herself deeper into the obsession hole, the more her heart starts to break, as she was starting to feel physically ill, she didn't even have the time to realize that she had fell over and passed out completely..

"(stage name)!" Joker yelled out as she tumbled on her side, her body hitting a puddle of water and mud, not caring for his outfit getting dirty, he picked her up bridal style and ran as fast as he could to doctor.

flapping over the tents openings, startling the wavy haired male in his chair as he was interrupted from studying off the prosthetics, he quickly noticed a limp (stage name).

"what happened to her!?"

"I don't know! I saw her crying outside earlier and when I went to check on her she just fell over!" Joker stated as his voice had pitched in a way where he would start crying at any moment, laying her softly on the bed, stripping her of her clothes, rubbing the mud from off of her skin and placing her in sleepwear with quickness.

sitting by her bed, Joker caressed her cheek with his prosthetic hand, as he looked down at her, she was knocked out, her face was cold to the touch as it was the middle of winter, where it's chilly.

he hoped that she hadn't died, that would be the complete end of him, what would he do without her?

doctor couldn't help but to say..

"you don't really act like this with the other female members, but when it comes to (stage name), it's like... you're a completely different person, you're not recognizable when you see her upset..."

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"you know doc... it's just that i've always loved her... ever since i met her in the gutters with the rest of us when she shared her food with us, getting to know her well.. I knew straight off the bat that she was... the one, but she's always loved Dagger, the two had a really close relationship, almost as if they were inseparable, but after him realizing how much he loved Beast, he didn't exactly know what to do with (Stage Name).... he told me how his feelings for her just simply faded.... but he never wanted to let her know.."

doctor listed as Joker ranted about this topic, how he deeply wished that (stage name) would just wake up and realize what's in front of her.

it's like she had almost as if she had forgotten how he treated her, she would always compliment Joker when he would do his magic tricks when she would pester him about it, and would ask him to train her, give her the run down on how things operate under his sleeves, he couldn't help but find her adorable, kind, sweet, and just all around a pleasure to be around, over time these feelings had grown into love... romantic attraction.... he saw how kind hearted and pure she was, how could someone make her cry so hard she faints?

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until the very next morning, waking up in a bed, a towel covering her forehead.

she slowly opens her eyes to reveal her surroundings.. and the fact that she is no longer in her circus costume.

"oh, (stage name), you're awake!" hearing doctors voice was ringing to the ears but not in an annoying way, just alarming, she couldn't exactly speak as of late, far to tired to even open her mouth to yawn.

when she finally got the energy to at least sit up on the bed, Doctor states that she is currently in no condition to go to practice and must stay beside him in order for someone to check up on her for the time being, but over time, she should start to feel better and regain the ability to lively perform again.

"oi, doc, how's (stage name) doing?"

and then she heard Joker's voice, she simply looked at the two having a conversation about her health, Doctor had told him that she is far too ill for practice and that she needs to stay here in order to get her rest.

she could see the look on Joker's face, he was deeply concerned for her, she didn't even notice that he walked up to her to sit in a nearby chair as she stared off into space, wandering in her own thoughts until a question was asked to snap her back to reality.

"do you remember anything from last night?" Joker asked her, holding her hand with his prosthetic one by her palm, and his normal hand toping hers.

"no...." (stage name) responded softly, she had to admit, she did find him somewhat attractive and may even thought about being with him but, not only was he far to friendly with other ladies, especially Beast, but he just... wasn't him.

aside his charisma, she was failing to see how much he truly cared for her in particular, everyone could see it even the ladies he's 'flirted' with, he would give her flowers, praise her abilities like no other that some first tier members even gossiped that she may be a favorite amongst the others, believing that if he were to ever have a hypothetical choice to choose between the circus and (stage name), he would run off with her to start a lovely family, he gave her a nickname like no other, in relations to how he feels about her and how he sees her as a beautiful angel, while Joker was not the only one who saw her for her beauty, her personality, and her overall aura, he was the only one who appreciates it like no other, he was the one who listened to her when she spoke so passionately about an interest of hers and even wanted to partake in said interests, he fiercely protected her like a raging mother bear charging after predators who dare hurt her cubs, but the issue was...

Dagger did the same thing

it just so happened that his affections swiftly changed over to another woman....

as (stage name) was sitting silently, pondering about and wondering, why she had such a deep attachment to Dagger in the first place, I mean, Joker has always shown her more romantic-esque affections, has even told her some times that he loves her but she always interpreted it as brotherly affection rather than him beating around the bush without actually confessing his feelings.

"Joker, I need to speak with you for a short moment." the woman herself, Beast, enters the room, the lady Dagger was oh so deeply infatuated with, the lady he fiercely protected from all harm, even something so minor could drive him insane, there was no secret that he was obsessed with her, and (stage name) hated that to the core.

(stage name) looks up at her with a blank expression, Beast doesn't even acknowledge her presence and is only focused on Joker, speaking of Joker, he looks back at (stage name) and slowly let's go of her, giving her a reassuring look and telling her that he'll be back to check on her.

leaving the room before Beast, she looks over at (stage name) with her usual resting face and turns her back to walk out moments later, it looks as if she was thinking about something relating to her.

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"Don't worry, we'll give you a proper stage name........ are you really sure that you're a boy though?"

"Quite sure... yes-"

(Stage Name) had gotten better overtime and was able to walk on her legs, turned out that she just had a short fever and it thankfully wasn't fatal, Doctor sent her out on her merry way to move around, while she boredly walked around the tents until she saw a crowd of people surrounding a young boy.

walking down to the area, she could now make out his features, an eye patch over his right eye, dark blue hair, and was fairly short, he looked so small and frail, she thought to herself, 'theres simply no way he can pass these tests...' but hey, never judge a book by its cover.

staying in the back area as she didn't want to be rude and pass by people in front of her, she watched over to see the knife throwing situation, didn't even notice Dagger up at the front, gossiping to Joker about how cruel he was for puting the target so far that his tiny little arms can't even reach.

"I can't put it right next to him, can I?"

watching the situation with a bored expression, the throw the child made almost made her want to giggle but out of nowhere before her very eyes, it hit the target.

widening her eyes in confusion, thinking to herself; "impossible!"

after the whole audition went in, he was given the name 'Smile' while another man she had no choice but to assume that the man 'Black' was an associate, from her peaking a few times at him, they seem to be with each other a lot.

standing in a corner in her performance outfit alongside some others, not even caring to notice Beast walk past her, once again ignoring her presence, she didn't have exactly the motivation to do anything other than just stare off into space and daydream, it's been about some several hours since the incident between her and Dagger, trying her absolute best to censor the memory in fear that she would pass out again.

"Right then I have to go, best get to work lads!" hearing that voice again, it seems as if Beast had called Joker back to have another conversation, (Stage Name) couldn't help stare at the two walking together in this area, speaking with each other about something she couldn't make out, turning her head back to where she once placed it staring off into space again and returning back to her daydreams, not even noticing Joker noticing her there and started walking over towards her, even past Beast before telling to her "hang on a second."

"oh, so you're feeling better, eh?" he asked her, with slight enthusiasm.

(Stage Name) looked up at the orange haired man, she gave him a blank expression, not because she doesn't want to speak with him but mainly because she was interrupted from the thoughts in her head.

"I'm feeling alright so far, still somewhat tired but I can still move around." she told him in her normal tone of voice as she started moving one of her arms, the moment between the two was somewhat intimate, she could feel him snake his hand around her waist and pulling her closer, not even noticing Beast who stood beside (Stage Name) on the opposite side.

it was quiet so far, until, Dagger had walked in, his attention immediately turned over towards Beast, (Stage Name) sighed in annoyance but there was also a hint of sadness.

the blonde standing in front of the taller woman, adoring her by drowning her in praises and compliments, the expression Beast gave him was crude, she rolled her eyes and walked away completely annoyed, Dagger's expression turned upset, but shrug his shoulders and turned his attention towards (Stage Name) and Joker, at first, he had seemed to regain his enthusiasm when he saw Joker, but then...

the two former lovers look at each other, (Stage Name) couldn't even make eye contact with him and Dagger just awkwardly stared at her in return, she could feel herself manually breathing to get her mind off of the fact that she was completely uncomfortable, not even noticing the regret in Dagger's expression, so then, he slowly walked away, with a non audible "sorry." before being completely out of sight .

now, it was just her and Joker, the two stood next to each other, his hand was no longer around her waist, still standing fairly close to her to where he can feel her warmth though, the only noise was from around the corner of people talking and having fun as they practiced.

"you still love him, don't you?"

the question was given to her, she let out a small sigh as she tried her best not to shed a single tear, her eyes stung and her vision blurred as it watered.

"I don't know anymore...."

the question was answered, a tear dropped onto her outfit, staining it wet, she was shaking slightly as she looked down onto the ground, staring at her feet.

"I really hate seeing you like this, seeing you cry repeatedly hurts me, you really don't deserve this at all... and if I'm being honest.. you deserve someone better."

looking up at him, seeing a serious expression, noticing him staring at her, he looks down to her in return.

"I wonder who that better is..." (Stage Name) said with a small, forced smile, trying to joke about, she slowly felt her feelings for Dagger fade hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second.

"I also wonder who that better is, maybe he's..." Joker let out a slight chuckle to hide his complete nervousness. "maybe he's standin' right in front of ya'." he joked about, but in reality, it was a disguise to hide his true feelings, he's always loved her, watching her just chase Dagger like a lost, lovesick, desperate puppy made him mentally exhausted, I mean don't get him wrong, Dagger is like his brother and he will always be there for him, but, he just simply wished that he just could sweep (Stage Name) off of her feet and ride her into the sunset far away so the two can be together once more.

he gave her the name (Stage Name) because he found her to be the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, she was like a pure, soft, delicate flower that he wanted to protect, and just seeing her that night, overhearing her cries, pleading Dagger to love her back and how she needed him, almost made him want to cry.

would this be his chance to finally confess?

Chapter 2

Notes:

spoilers for this chapter but necessary: not only is the the chapter where the smut takes place, this is also in an AU where they survived.

I envisioned that they turn against Baron in order to continue the circus without the guilt of children kidnapping crawling up their spines, I would make it edgy and have it go on with the rest of the plot but... reader's already been thought it enough!

ik it doesn't make much sense but... :( let me live my delusional fantasy in peace.

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"and now! the moment you've all been waiting for! tent assignments!"

tent assignments, he said happily, waving a piece of paper in the air.

it seems as if the newcomers, Smile and Black, alongside Suit, had to be assigned to their new tents.

(stage name) stood in between Suit and Dagger, keeping her hands clasped together to avoid touching either of them, her legs were glued together shut as she stood there, in the eyes of Joker, she looked very elegant and lady-like, her outfit was perfect size for her, her dress had allowed the two men in between her to keep their distances.

she is still deeply uncomfortable being around Dagger after tonight, I mean, the incident was just yesterday, so that feeling wont go away anytime soon, and Suit was a different story, like Black, he is very tall in comparison to her, she could look up at him like she would look up at skyscrapers.

to a certain degree, she felt like there was something odd about these newbies, while she isn't exactly against new people, she had met new people along the way overtime with the development of this circus, however.....

"hey now.. what are you doing looking so down in the mouth? remember to smile, smile!"

the young one, 'smile' put on a smile she could easily tell was forced, noticing that he quickly wiped that look off of his face.

Joker noticed that (Stage Name) was standing next to Dagger, which made him feel something unknown, but it wasn't exactly good, especially after last night, hoping that Beast is still busy so that she won't come out of nowhere and ruin her night, again.

well, that doesn't exactly matter now, does it?

walking right up behind him was a brown haired girl, who looked fairly androgynous but she could automatically tell that she was a girl, (stage name) and the other first string members knew her as "Doll" without her disguise, while the new ones saw her as a completely different person.

smile was assigned to share a tent with her, Doll gave the kid a smile, and smile? well... didn't seem to respond, or that's what (stage name) thought when she looked away from him, not noticing the nod he gave.

Black and Suit were assigned to be together, looking up at the taller males, who towered over her like skyscrapers, she tried her hardest not to let out a laugh, the rivalry they had according to what she saw so far, was a tad bit adorable.

"look at how happy they are!" Joker said with such enthusiasm, sometimes, (Stage Name) wonders if he even has a brain, or if his sarcasm was just so advanced it flies over her head, shooting a comically annoyed look at the man.

"I don't think you can see that they don't wanna be next to each other." she raised herself up off of the bars and gave herself a big stretch before walking over to him and looking up at him, with such sass, putting her hands on her hips and giving him a pouty look, oh? what was that about?

Joker couldn't help but chuckle as he saw how cute (Stage Name) posed, the look on her face, hands on her hips, ha! he patted his non prosthetic hand on her shoulder, god, he wanted to give her a little kiss so badly, but two things to remember, one, there's like 5 people watching them, and two, he still has not had the chance to confess to her, so before he can actually make any moves on her, he uses the opportunity to leave the four to figure out their situation, tagging Dagger along with him.

knowing how enthusiastic the blonde is, he gives them a "cheers" before heading off with Joker and (Stage Name).

whilst walking to their tents, the three of them had an awkward silence moment, Dagger seeing (Stage Name), and vice versa, thankfully over the course of some hours, she didn't feel the need to cry, but still she remained silent and nervous to even hold a decent conversation with the blonde.

"so..... I wanted to ask you two about something."

(Stage Name) and Dagger's minds froze, they already know he's going to ask the question about last night, knowing Dagger already felt his presence whilst seeing her go hysterical, loosing her complete mind.

"what is it?" Dagger asked nervously, but it was masked with an emotionless tone, already knowing what'll happen.

"what had happened out there last night? (stage name) was just loosing it out there, what did you do?" Joker asked with concern, (stage name) could see the look in his eyes that she know he'd give someone when they did something wrong.

Dagger let out a big sigh before explaining everything from his point of view, making that very clear...

after the incident where Black had gotten bitten by Betty, (stage name) walked in around the same time that Beast did, Dagger payed more attention to Beast after giving (stage name) a simple enthusiastic "hello, m'lady!" before kissing her hand.

of course, Joker recalled all of those memories from that day, he could remember seeing the look on (stage name)'s face, sitting in the corner watching how Dagger talked about how he never got the opportunity to touch Beast's skin when Black was "checking" her prosthetic leg, starting a fight, he remembered trying to cheer up (stage name) by pulling her closer to him and reassuring her with his usual affections towards her, thinking that something was wrong and he just wanted to make her happy afterwards, while yes, Joker knew about (stage name)'s crush on Dagger, it looked as if she was about to loose her entire mind that very moment seeing him not care so much for a "bloody tent" and just carelessly throwing his knives at the man who caught them so efficiently, after a small while she stormed out of the tent, causing everyone to look at her with concern, Dagger tried to chase her to see what was the matter, but she slapped his hand away and told him to 'piss off.'

which leads to (stage name)'s late night meltdown, pleading Dagger to love her just as much as he loves Beast, but.... he couldn't exactly get his words out that moment in fear that the reaction from her would become violent, almost scared, telling Joker straight to his face that he had lost feelings for (stage name) a while back, whilst she was right there listening the whole time, she hated to admit it, but he was telling the complete truth, no lie was left out....

Joker turned his attention over towards (stage name), who stood there emotionless, when in reality, she had so many things to say but not the correct words to articulate the sentence correctly.

"and that's what happened." she looked up at Dagger. "I'm sorry." before she walked away, not caring for what could catch up with her, or for what was even in front of her, in plans of walking around in circles until she was in the correct mental state to return to her tent so that she can't drown in her thoughts any longer.

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as she laid on her bed, in her room, staring up at the tent's "ceiling," she could only think about today, Dagger telling him that he doesn't... love her anymore... describing how his feelings had just.... faded...

she didn't have any tears left to cry, it feels as if they all ran out.

all she could really do is just... lay there, silently, just watching up as her mind just wandered to places they've probably never been to before.

deciding to shut it all down as she felt her eyes grow heavy, indicating that she sleep, so, following her body's orders.

she didn't realize that before he would alert the other first tier members to head out to town to find more victims, Joker had plans on visiting (stage name) at her tent, he had an odd number of pink roses in his hand, finding one, after another, after another in a field somewhere near the circus area, it reminded him of the time that he and (stage name) walked in a flower field together, playing around and joking about, wishing to go back to that very moment with her, believing that if she would have accepted his advances the first or maybe third time, things would have turned out differently, they would've been happy together, he would've never got to see her cry that night, but instead, possibly making love to her in his tent and cuddling with her, telling her how beautiful she is and how she would make an amazing wife, planning a future family and marriage.

reaching over to her tent, he quietly slid one of the flaps open, to find her sleeping soundly in a comfortable position, looking around the tent to see the array of flowers on her vanity dresser that are propped in a decorative fashion, setting the roses on her dresser, walking over to her resting body, and leaning in to give her a soft peck on the cheek.

"rest easy, my darling." before walking warning the other members that it was time to head out.

within the next some hours, it was already daylight, (stage name) was already up, as she stretched, looking around her room to see if anything was out of the ordinary, she found a bouquet of pink roses, that shocked her but was to tired to show off the actual emotion.

"wait! they're pink? how is this possible!" already knowing it was him that gave her the roses, she decided to place them with the rest of her decorative flowers, after getting dressed, she walked over to her tent flaps and sticked her hand outside to feel the wind blowing a chilly cold front, she already knew she has to get her favorite sweater out, the sweater that Joker gifted her on her birthday several years ago before the circus was even a thought in the mind, she had always cherished it, and wore it during the chilliest of seasons.

waltzing out of her tent, she passes by to see Doll, or "Freckles", and "Smile."

not really bothering to catch up on the two,

(stage name) decided to check up on another group of friends, two girls she started off with and even convinced them and Joker to join the circus.

one of the girls was nicknamed "Mystery" because she gave off a very mysterious and alluring vibe, eyes always covered by her soft, floofy short hair and had a more gothic fashion, while another was named "Happy" as she is always so joyful, a complete personification of sunshines and rainbows, her hair was as blonde as it could possibly get, and her eyes were large, a pastel pink color, she was oh so eager to join the circus to be close to her best friend, (stage name).

speaking of the two ladies, they both appear to be at breakfast, talking with each other.

you decided to sit next to Happy, who looking over to her right where you were sitting, she hugged you tightly as she yelled about how she missed so, before letting you go, she calmly asked.

"where have you been?"

(stage name) gave her a sigh, telling her about everything that happened within the span of 2 1/2 days.

both Mystery and Happy had formed their own opinions on the subject.

Happy voted on that (stage name) should wait until Dagger burns out his love for Beast, she believes that if it can happen to you, it can surely happen to her, just trust her on this!

(stage name) looked over for a bit, she isn't exactly confident in that answer in keeping her hopes up for longer, I mean, it's been several years since her and Dagger had been at it, and it was just until those two days she realized, he didn't love her anymore, but the idea of him "burning out his love" was something she believed would possibly happen, especially if Beast went on ahead and gave him a chance, and then acted the same way she did, throwing her away just like she was thrown away.

Mystery voted on that (stage name) should naturally allow herself to heal from the incident so that if she were to get into another relationship she wouldn't have to have so much baggage to put on her next partner, letting her know that moving on too quickly "never works out well."

(stage name) believed that Mystery's answer was more realistic and thanked both of them for the advice, the three ladies continued eating and talking about random topics, especially on love and (stage name)'s love for Dagger, they eventually got to the topic of Joker when Happy mentioned their relationship, and they both planned on trying to get her to move on, until they mentioned it...

"JOKER!!!????"

(Stage Name) yelled out, not with disgust but with pure shock, I mean.. he was very close with her and she may have considered giving him a chance, but she never exactly saw herself being with him.

"yep." Mystery nodded, only with a smile as her hair covered her eyes. "I think he's the one for you, (stage name)."

Happy vigorously nodded and clapped a couple of times, joyfully, she squealed like a pig, of course it a cute way.

"yes yes yes!! I think you and Joker would make such a wonderful couple! I mean, come ooooonnn (stage name)! look at the way he treats you! he gives you cute and colorful flowers, hes always so affectionate towards you, he praises you more than others, hell, he even talks to other people about how much you mean to him!" Happy went out, she grabbed (stage name) by her shoulders and looked down at her sweater.

"and he even gave you this sweater!" she gathered her face closer to hers. "don't you get it, (stage name)? he's the one for you!"

as she stared off, she started to recall the memory from yesterday, about when she was speaking with him around the corner from the main tent, on how the person that can be for her could've been standing right in front of her, realizing he was referring to himself..

forcing herself away from Happy's grasp, she face palmed aggressively but not to the point of hurting herself.

"damnit! how could I not see this whole time!? the way he treated me, the gifts, the affections, hell even the damn name he gave me, it was all a sign... that... he loved me..."

slamming her fist onto the wooden table.

"bloody hell, man, I'm so stupid! why didn't I see it... I was just too focused on Dagger when... I failed to see what was right in front of me... in all honesty, I feel like I just blew my chance, why didn't i-"

"don't down yourself, (stage name), I'm sure he's still deeply in love with you, but remember what I said, heal first, then take action, got it?" Mystery told you, her voice was more higher toned than usual.

(stage name) couldn't do much but nod, she had the plan in motion that she would confess to Joker this very night.

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"but joker...."

".. goodnight beast!"

he says, walking off without turning his back after at least giving her his sweater, the raven haired woman couldn't do anything but fall to her knees and sob.

(stage name) had been unaware of what was happening between the two, walking alongside Happy and Mystery off to her tent, they joked about many things such as Mystery's crush on Peter, and Happy's weird new hyperfixation relating to the anatomy of bugs.... anywho.

it looked as if (stage name) was having the time of her life until she had bumped into something in front of her, causing her to gasp in shock and pull herself back.

looking down at her was none other than him, Joker.

"oh, hello, sir!" Happy said with a fake proper accent, she was so goofy for no reason you couldn't help but giggle at her strange antics.

"hello there, Happy, Mystery... and (stage name), by the way, I was actually looking for you." looking into her eyes with his iconic smile.

turning over to her friends, Happy gave her a "do it! do it!" expression while Mystery was... Mystery, though she did give her a small smile.

turning her head back up to Joker, she pulled in a big inhale and exhale, before playfully 'shooing' the two away, Happy looked over at Mystery, giggling softly as she pulled one of her sleeves to head off.

"well, me might as well call it a night, goodnight you two!"

"goodnight!" (stage name) waved at the two before they were out of sight.

the two gals had walked towards the direction Joker was just headed, unbeknownst to what they could potentially run into up ahead.

and once again, it was just the two of them, remembering what he wanted to ask her that night, he finally got the chance to, seeing her awake and well in front of him, but before the words could come out, she had asked him.

"was you the one who left the pink roses on my dresser?" she asked him curiously, tilting her head to the side, giving off a cute expression in his perspective, while she did know he gave her the flowers, she just wanted to make sure.

"why of course, silly? who else could've did it?" Joker joked about, chuckling.

(stage name) giggled along, but her expression turned from happy, so somewhat melancholic, remembering the things Dagger used to do for her, I mean, he would also give her flowers every now and again.

"I see you're still wearing the sweater I got for you..." Joker looked at the old sweater, it most certainly didn't look old though, it seems to him that she takes very good care of it, still looking brand new as ever.

"yeah... it's my favorite sweater if you couldn't tell." she smiled at him, finally warming up to him, after all of the years of slowly pushing him away.

"I was wondering if you would like to come with me, around the area... where I had saw the roses."

"I would be more than happy to."

walking away from the circus grounds and into the very field he found the roses, more had started to appear, even more than yesterday, much to her amusement, she fell down to her knees and cusped one of the flower heads in her palms, mesmerizing the beauty of this pale pink flower, it almost... looked like heaven to her.

"these roses... they're just so beautiful... I wish I could take them all!" she cried out tears of joy as she got up on her feet and ran around the fields like a playful child.

Joker watched as she giggled and cheered, he picked up one of the roses, careful not to pick his fingers with the thorns, walking up to her...

"hey..."

stopping in her tracks to look up at him, he held up the flower to place it on her head like a hair accessory, giving her a loving smile.

she had returned his smile, and the moment begins as the two lean in towards each other for a slow, passionate kiss, her arms snaked around his neck as his wrapped around her waist to pull her in closer, slightly moving his fingers towards her lower back.

the kiss lasted for a moment before the two pulled away, realizing what they had done, staring at each other with loving expressions, high off of the euphoric rush of intimacy.

"I finally got you to give in, (stage name)... you finally figured it out... that I loved you..."

"so you were the 'special one...'"

the two had pulled away from each other, Joker holding onto her hand with his non prosthetic loosely, wrapping his fingers around hers.

"let's head back, they're probably wondering where we are right now." (stage name) giggled, my goodness, she hasn't felt this flustered in days, it's like that magical feeling of holding love for someone had just seeped itself back into her.

the two new lovers had trailed themselves back to the circus grounds, holding their hands together...

"you don't mind if I sleep in your tent for tonight, do you?"

"not at all."

finally reaching to the tent after having a conversation about their affections for one another, joking around and recalling childhood memories, her realizing that the ideal man she wanted was the man she held her hands with, looking into his violet eyes lovingly as he returned her loving stare.

opening one of the tent flaps for her.

"ladies first.."

(stage name) giggled as she walked in the tent, she had been in here numerous times, mainly just to hang out, a memory she had around the first few months of this circus was her asking him to sleep with him after she had a really bad nightmare.

she sat on the bed, her legs were closed together and she clasped her two hands and placed them on her legs, looking around the room as Joker was at one of his desks, it seemed as if he was preoccupied with something, she didn't want to bother him, so she just sat there, boredly but deep down, excited for what could happen next.

she decided to do something she might end up regretting, but getting a little playful with him shouldn't warrant any negative reactions.

slyly getting up, sneaking up behind him and landing a smack right on his ass, she quickly ran back to the bed and sat on it in the same position she once was.

he turned over to her and gave her a smirk, appearing to not necessarily mind it, if it was anyone else no doubt a confrontation would've ensued.

"you must be hintin' at something, I'm assuming?" walking over to her, standing directly in front of her.

she looked up at the man with a childish smile, a dead giveaway, she was indeed the culprit.

"and if I am?" (stage name) gave him a sassy response, her eyes read "take me" to him.

and soon as you know it, she was pinned onto the bed with her arms above her head, she let out a playful squeal and propped her legs in the air, spreading them to go around his waist.

she couldn't see how he was slowly growing erect from glancing down at her area, seeing her undergarments covered by her fishnet-like leggings.

but it all had hit him.

"what's the matter?" (stage name) asked him, seeing the clear concern on his face, he leaned down, their foreheads were touching.

"do you want me to continue?" he whispered to her.

well, (stage name) was a virgin, and the thought of sex usually never crossed her mind, until now... but then again, this is the opportunity where she can loose her virginity.

Joker knows very well that she is most likely inexperienced, so he wants to be extra careful with her so that something doesn't go wrong.

"yes." she whispered back, noticing the nervousness in her voice.

"I'll be gentle, I promise" giving her a kiss on her nose, raising up to get a good glance at her body, oh boy, he didn't even know where to start.

the embarrassing thing is, he was a virgin as well, due to all the time stealing, living on the streets and occupied with the circus, he never really had the time to think about sexual activities, not even with (stage name), but now that the time had came for it, the offer to take this opportunity is right in front of him, and is hesitantly eager to grasp it.

the first thing he reached for was her neck, leaning back down to grasp his lips onto her soft, silky skin, getting a whiff of her scent, it was his favorite scent, a lovely soft rose tinted perfume.

(stage name) ran her hands through his arms, taking off his jacket and placing it beside her.

raising up from her neck to swiftly take off his vest, to reveal his shirt underneath, he didn't seem to want to take off his shirt.

reaching back down to now give her another kiss, this time more passionate than the one before, he slid his tongue into her, playing around with hers, for some time before he pulls back and looks at her with loving eyes once more, appreciating the bare beauty of his lover.

"I never thought a woman as beautiful as you had existed..." Joker quietly told her, running his hands down her body as he cusped one of her breasts into his no prosthetic hand, slightly squeezing it, making (stage name) softly moan.

slowly taking off her sweater, to reveal that she had only a bra underneath, slightly chuckling to himself before saying how cold she probably was only wearing this hoodie.

"you'd be surprised how warm this thing keeps me." she joked, before glancing down at his bulge, poking out through his pants, as if it was begging to be released, she honestly didn't know how he kept it so calm.

pulling one of the bra cusps down to reveal her bare breast, revealing her hardened nipples, gliding one of his fingers though the sensitive spot, making her whine softly, putting one of her arms above her head and slightly arching her back, it was a sign to him to continue.

"it's not hurting you, is it?" he was so concerned with making the wrong move, but kept it calm and composed, continuing to play with her nipple, before reaching low to slide his wet tongue across the top, making her release a gasp-moan sound, before taking the entire nipple into his mouth and slowly swishing it around his tongue.

he snaked his prosthetic hand slowly down her tummy, and placing a hand on her leg, pressing it down to force it in a flexible position, but he forgot to do one thing!

mouth releasing the nipple leaving behind a *pop!* sound, reaching down to his pants to unbutton it, revealing his underwear, his bulge sticking out even further, noticing that pre cum was leaking through.

"it's... big..?" (stage name) glanced down at it, wondering to herself, 'how can he be able to keep that big thing in his pants!? one wrong move in public and it's over!!'

Joker nervously chuckled, glancing down at his own, and looking back up at her.

"yeah... it is kind of big down there, even I can admit that."

leaning back down to place her left leg up to to a missionary like position, whilst leaving her right leg free from his grasp, making contact with her neck once more, softly kissing and leaving small little marks here and there but not enough to where someone can notice from afar.

he moved his pelvis so that his bulge can make contact with her moist area, slowly grinding on her, back and fourth, back and fourth, her clothed lips rubbing against her clitoris softly, making it give her a desperate, sensitive feeling, she could feel her hole gaping for a cock to be placed in her tiny virgin hole.

"J-Joker......." she moaned out his name softly as he was dry humping her.

"who's making you feel good like this?" he said seductively in her ear, making her grow even more wet even going as far as to slightly staining his underwear.

"y-you... you!" she softly yelled, he wasn't even gliding himself onto her, pressing himself against her, raising himself to place his hand on her waist and picking up the paste to go slightly faster but remaining in a soft position to where it wasn't aggressive, so that the both of them could feel the pleasure.

getting high off of teasing her pussy, the moans she let out was euphoria in it's purest form, he couldn't help but let out a couple of soft moans himself, but they came off more as groans than anything.

finally having enough, he removes her leggings and underwear to reveal her moist pussy, a string of serum trailed as he pulled it off her, looking down hungrily at it, he felt his mouth water, leaning down and beginning to feast, licking off the liquid that dripped from her pussy, staining the bedsheets wet.

gliding his tongue against his clitoris, making her let out a slightly louder, pleasurable moan, placing her hand on the back of his head as she lightly presses down, indicating that she likes it.

a finger is shoved lightly inside of her hole, swishing it around inside of her, tickling a bit since it was his prosthetic one.

she couldn't help but jump a couple of times a slightly giggle, the sounds she made was beautiful to him, he could just make love to her over and over again if he wanted to just to hear her lovely moans.

before she could ever reach the end, he pulled his lips away from her, and his finger out, raising himself back up to now fully take out his cock, slapping it a tad bit on her lips, and not the ones on her mouth, putting his cock in between her lips, they were still wet enough for it to just slide himself in between her.

he could look down to see the nervous look she gave, reaching down to give her a reassuring kiss on her cheekbone.

"don't be scared, love, I'll try my best to not hurt you.."

before slowly sliding himself into her, feeling her hole stretch as far as it'll go, before it reaches its breaking point, it felt like an unbearable, but not overtly painful sting, he kept kissing her face and neck to reassure her of the sensation, before sliding in far enough to reach her cervix, making her loudly yelp in a sound that was both a mixture of pain and pleasure, her eyes widened and her head threw itself back.

startling Joker, looking up at her with slight concern.

"did something happen?" he asked.

heavily breathing, she looks back down with a normal expression. "it's alright, just struck a spot is all.." she assured him with a heartwarming smile, which he returned.

raising himself up to begin thrusting slowly, the stinging sensation was not yet gone, it was a new feeling for both her and him, cowering over her, looking at the expressions she gave him, he loved the looks her face gave him as he went in, and out.

moaning out his name a couple times, she was getting hot and heavy, slight drool was rolling down her face as she looked down at his cock thrusting in her with half lidded eyes, her stomach showed a small bulge from when he moved in.

"you want me to go faster?" he asked her.

"yes.... please.."

moving slightly faster, hitting her sensitive spot over and over and over, almost driving her mad, juices were splashing slightly as the sounds of wet clapping and moans were filling the tent, both of them letting out their pleasurable sounds, hers being louder than his.

"you like it when i fuck your tight virgin pussy, don't you?"

"y-yes!"

"say it, say who's fucking you..."

"Joker ..."

"who?"

"Joker!"

"that's right..."

the way he talked to her, it made her secrete more juices, she loved the way he dirty talked her, telling he who's pussy it belonged to... and...

"do you think he could've fucked you like this?"

putting emphasis on 'he,' knowing exactly who he's referring to.

"no!" she yelled out as he went faster, and even faster, before eventually slowing himself down, almost targeting towards "that" feeling again.

before eventually letting out her juices, squirting all over his pants, "ruining" them.

he didn't even have the chance to pull out from her, letting all of his serum travel inside of her, swimming towards her womb.

he stared down at her body before pulling out swiftly, heading over to his dresser to change into different pants, he seems as if he was in a hurry to go somewhere.

"whats happening?"

"I have to go.." swiftly walking over to her and landing a quick peck on her lips. "but I promise I will be back in the morning." heading out of the tent.. disappearing...

waiting for him to come back....

she ends up falling asleep on his bed, not even caring enough to cover herself with a blanket.

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months had passed on after the two had made things official, a well recognized couple around the circus grounds.

it had just been revealed that (stage name) had been pregnant for 7 months, her belly protruding out, sadly having to take a hiatus from circus performances because of the baby.

Joker had taken very good care of her, she looked lively, healthy, and flourished, of course there were times where she would feel down, her odd cravings he tried his best to satisfy, and the never ending affections the two shared with one another, led her to give birth successfully to a beautiful baby girl.

the two decided to name her... Julia.

a couple of years had passed and Julia was 2 years old, she started to take the attributes of her father, his hair and eye color were very prominent in her, so it was most definitely his child, that's for sure.

and there would be more years to come... let's hope for a better future.

#black butler fanfiction

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extravaguk · 3 years

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pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

wordcount: 15k

genre: summer!au, ex high school classmaters, kinda frenemies to lovers, tattoo artist!&piercing artist!jungkook, popular!reader

rated: m (fluff - smut - angst)

warnings: you broke jungkook's heart you bitch!! , oral sex (m&f), protected sex (shocking tbh), CL as your bestie it doesnt get better than that! idk i dont wanna spoil too much

author's note: fucking finally dude!! i've been writing this since february but school was kicking my ass. now that i finished my exams and mercury is in gemini i was able to finish it. if you read this, i hope you enjoy it!

Inkphoria

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping the flyer too tightly, rumpling the paper in your hand until you're pretty much sure it's ruined. It's the first day of June, and it's already too hot. The sun and humid weather are causing beads of sweat to form in your hairline and your white tank top to stick to your skin. Your jean shorts didn't feel this uncomfortable a few hours ago and you're sure the heat is causing your mascara to transfer to your eyelids and lower lashline. You've never needed a slushie and a smoke this bad in forever, even if you knew the later would make your parents lose their shit.

Inkphoria

You read it again. Your brain is trying to guess what font its written in, an excuse to try to steady your heart beat until your nerves ease a little and you can finally gather the courage to step into the damn shop. You've noticed a few people passing by giving you strange looks because maybe it hasn't been fifteen minutes. Perhaps you've been unmoving like an idiot in the middle of the street for longer than you want to admit.

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

'Its not that much of a big deal. It's not even that painful, trust me.'

You wish you could trust your best friend, but your best friend is also the same woman who assured you Cats was the movie of the year. Yes, not 'Cats: The Musical'. 'Cats', the movie.

'And this could be a great start to get out of your comfort zone and start living your life exactly the way you want to, not the way people expect you to. Not the way your family wants you to, not the way Adam wanted you to.'

But although her credibility could sometimes be questionable - like that time she also told you she'd tried marmite and 'honestly, it's not as bad as people make it out to be'-, you also didn't trust anybody in this world as much as you trusted her. She had always been your entire support system, the only one around you who never sugarcoated, who always treated you as an equal, who was always there for you to help you discover yourself and, at the same time, remind you of who you were.

'And it's gonna look so hot, too.'

That's it. Sticking the wrinkled flyer on your back pocket, your feet finally start moving. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing open the door.

The first thing you notice is that, thankfully, the shop is empty. The second thing you notice is the bright sky blue walls, a green undertone peaking through. Your eyes scan nervously the interior. Frames with tattoo designs and people modeling other different designs decorate the walls, some skateboards also hanging from the ceiling. A few plants in the corner, and two leather couches on either side of the room. Your scanning stops on the counter, where a girl with short, platinium hair and -what you guess is- the eighty percent of her body inked. Face included. She's been looking at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. Her tone is amused when she speaks

"Hi." she says. "You can come closer, you know? We don't bite."

Great. As if you couldn't feel more out of place, apparently you also couldn't look more out of place.

"Sorry." you gulp as you walk forward. "It's my first time doing anything like this."

She laughs this time, but it's not mean. It's not mocking, thank God, and the smile she sends you is as warm as the weather, friendly, luckily helping you calm down a bit. "A virgin, huh? JK's gonna love this." your eyes jump in surprise, but she's fast to wave her hands in front of you. "Just a joke. So, first time getting a tattoo. You have something in mind, honey?"

"Um, no. Not a tattoo. Not yet, I think." you wet your lips, regretting not reaplying chapstick before stepping inside. "A piercing."

"Oh! Cool!" she claps her hands, too excited for your own taste, pulling from under the counter a catalogue. "So, where will it be? Cartilogue? Nose? A lot of people are getting their septums pierced right now, though, so you might-"

"Nipples. Like, one of them."

Her gaze finds yours in surprise, although her face swiftly transforms again into an amiable expression. "Now, that's badass. Alright!" she skims through the pages of the catalogue until she finds the nipple piercing collection. You scratch your head before wiping your forehead sweat-free. "You can pick either barbells or hoops, although barbells heal faster and they don't move around as much. There's different kinds of metal, too. Gold or platinium. If your skin is sensitive, I recommend titanium. It's hypoallergenic and not as problematic."

The blonde keeps talking as you nod your head, a smile making its way into your face while silently thanking her for her easygoing personality. It quickly makes you feel comfortable and stupid for being so terrified of doing this.

Once you decide, settle on the cost and sign the papers, she stands up from the stool she'd been sitting on. "Ok, I'll go tell my coworker. He's been sketching tattoos all morning, it's time he gets to work!" she laughs, but suddenly your smile banishes and your throat shuts down.

"He?" your alarmed tone halts her motions and she looks back at your frightened expression.

He? A he is going to pierce your nipple? You're about to let a random stranger, a HE, see and touch one of your boobs and then pierce a needle through one of your nipples?

"Oh, baby, don't worry. I'd do it myself if I knew how to, but I only do tattoos. Most of our staff are on summer vacation so it's mostly just him and I. If you don't feel comfortable, which is totally understandable, you can wait until september when Minzy comes back and she can do it for you." It's her turn to scratch the back of her head as she adds: "but trust me, we're professionals. He's not a creep or anything like that. He's been doing this for a long time. He won't cross any boundaries."

September? You won't even be here in september. Fuck.

Sure, you could do it when you move back into the city. But this summer was supossed to be the summer. You already decided after your breakup with Adam that there would be no trace of the old you. That it was time to push yourself, to do the things that you've always wanted to do, unapologetically. To find the new you, the real you. To stop being scared.

So after going through you options for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, you make up your mind.

"It's fine. I can do it."

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"JK, sweetheart!"

Jungkook is finishing drawing a Chinese dragon when Mijoo opens the door without knocking. Again. He puts the pen down, rubbing his eyes. It's monday, a slow monday, not much work, and he had hoped it would stay that way until closing time. It's summer and Jungkook hates summer. He hates the heat, he hates being drenched in sweat, and he hates the fact that he can do nothing about it. Because working in the summer is terrible. Summer makes him lazy, makes him want to bathe in a tub full of iced water and not get out until he turns into a raisin and october comes. It makes him irritable. Summer makes him annoyed by people -like Mijoo, even if he loves her to death- and himself.

"I got a girl here who wants a nipple piercing, her first piercing by the way, so get your shit ready and bla bla bla. Straight titanium barbell. Also, don't flirt and don't be creepy. She almost ran away when I told her a male was going to be touching and piercing her tit, be mindful of that. She's too cute, if you want to get her number you should wait until it's done. I think that's it. I'll bring her in in a minute."

Mijoo leaves as fast as she talks, but Jungkook is already used to it. He's already used to the headaches her mouth causes too. He sighs before standing up, tying his too-long raven hair into the best bun he can manage. He washes his hands, sets the table up, sits on the chair and puts the gloves on. He's too busy sterilizing the jewerly when Mijoo comes back with you.

"Alright, my babies. I'll leave you to it." she turns to you. "He'll explain everything, from how the process will be to how to take care of it after it's done." she leaves before saying bye, closing the door behind her, and then he finally turns to you.

Your eyes meet and suddenly everything stops. He almost drops the sterilizing machine, his whole body tensing, going into panic mode as he recognizes you immediatly. His hands shake.

Of course he does. Of course he recognizes his high school crush. The too goody two shoes, too pretentious and too rich, too good for everybody and, most importantly, 'too good for Jeon Jungkook' girl of his high school dreams. Of course he recognizes the girl he had confessed his stupid crush to when he was sixteen. Of course he recognizes the girl who rejected and broke his young and foolish heart when he was a dumb teenager.

It doesn't matter that six years have passed ever since. He still knows every lock of your hair like the palm of his hand. He still remembers the shape of your lips and the exact shade of your eyes. He can still identify the body he fantasized about -and jacked off to- when he was a hormonal teen, now filled in all the right places. Now a grown woman.

Just one look at you after years and years of pining is enough to almost make him faint. And grow a boner under his jeans.

And by the look on your face, your eyes wide and your mouth agape, you recognize him as well.

Dammit.

He schools his features and clears his throat. Forces his body to relax and compose himself, because he's not a teenager anymore. He's also a grown man, who has matured, who now has much more experience with women than he did back then. He had already embarrased himself enough when he was sixteen to be doing it all over again. You're just another attractive girl in a sea of attractive women.

He turns to you. You still haven't said anything. Neither has he.

"Um, you can sit on the table." he manages, motioning to the set up in front of him. He watches you taking doubtful steps until you're sitting down, your eyes avoiding his gaze. He almost forgot you were here to get pierced. Holy shit, you were here to get pierced. To get your nipple pierced.

You're a professional, Jungkook. You can do this, Jungkook. You've seen boobs before, Jungkook. You've pierced nipples before, Jungkook.

Clearing his throat again and forcing his hands to stay by his side, he speaks. "The... The top." your gaze finds his, like a puppy about to get scolded. You look at your top, realization dawning on you. "You don't have to take it off. You can just pull it down."

So you do, pulling the straps of the white tank top down and dragging the fabric down with trembling fingers. No bra. Jungkook gulps as your breasts comes into vision. As perfect as he had imagined years ago. His cock twitches. Round, full, perky and so damn inviting he has to hold himself back from latching onto one nipple with his mouth around it and swirling his tongue over the nub until you're a pretty, moaning, little mess on his piercing tabl-

He closes his eyes for just a second before reminding himself to act like the 23 year old Jungkook he's tried so hard to become. The confident, assured Jungkook he is.

"Okay, this is how it'll go. First I'll clean it and scrub it to get rid of any bacteria." he's so glad he hasn't stuttered yet. 23 year old Jungkook doesn't stutter like 17 year old Jungkook. He's also glad he can pick the alcohol bottle and the surgical scrub without trembling. When he faces you again, you're watching his motions with your lip caught between your teeth. That has him swallowing the lump in his throat.

Making eye contact with him again, you take a deep breath and offer a small nod, so he gets to work. He can show you and himself he's a grown man. A grown man who can pierce a nipple without appearing like it's the first time he's seen a boob in his life. The sooner he does it, the sooner it's over.

Jungkook wets the paper towel with alcohol before carefully wiping over your nub with it. Your back arches, probably from the cold feeling, he guesses. He rubs it a few times before throwing it in the trash can nearby. He avoids looking at how enticing the soft peak is salluting him when he reaches for the marker. He doesn't say anything when he dots it with it, jaw clenched and his dick painfully stiff.

"Lay back." his voice low as he commands, turning away to get the clamp. When he slides closer, he tries to ignore the view: you, with your hair sprawled and your sweaty, shiny skin and your eyes focused on the cieling, nipple fully erect, like the star of one of his most erotic dreams. He extends his free gloved hand before he can stop himself, fingers carefully working the nub until he's sure it's painfully hard. Almost as hard as he is.

You gasp, your back arching again. He stills and looks at you, your cheeks flushed pink. Probably from the heat, he guesses again. Or at least that's what he tells himself. He can't stop himself from wondering how responsive would you be in a different setting, most likely his bed while his teeth play with your breast and his cock dives into-

"You okay?" he studies your face, your eyes not meeting his and instead still focusing on the white ceiling.

"Mhm." you reply with a small voice.

"Relax, alright? It'll be over soon." his voice is as gentle as he can, his fingers mindlessly caressing your breast to try to soothe your nerves. Or maybe it's just because he's a selfish bastard. Whatever it is, he forces himself to bring the clamp to your nipple, securing it around it.

"Take a few deep breaths. This will only take a second of pain and then it will go away." He misses the way your mouth falls open, but he doesn't miss the way your eyes squeeze tight as the needle goes in.

"Ah!" he definitely doesn't miss that either. He goes rigid for a second, because that didn't fucking sound like a cry of painfulness. It's breathy, and whiny, not too loud and, for fucks sake, if that's how you sound when you're getting fucked, he swears to God-

He feels your heartbeat under his hands when he puts the barbell in and then the bandage over it. He takes a look at you, chest moving up and down. And then you take a look at him and what he sees is almost enough to take you right there.

Reddened cheeks, drops of sweat framing your face and those eyes glazed with something he's seen too much in the women he's fucked throughout his life. They're half lidded, mascara adorning your long lashes and almost smudged, looking right through him.

"Jungkook..." and your voice, as you say his name -acknowledging him for the first time since you stepped into his shop, for the first time since you were sixteen-, it's hoarse, almost inaudible, like you just came all over his-

He's on his feet in an instant like he's been burned. "It may bleed for the first week, and it can be really sore. The swelling will eventually come down." he's quickly tidying up the table, a bottle in his hand that he hands to you without looking directly. "Wash it gently with this soap and warm water once per day. Don't touch it. Wear a comfortable...bra. If it gets crusty, clean it with saline. Not alcohol or any other thing you might clean a wound with. The soap I just gave you or saline. Nothing else."

He's pacing around the room as he takes his gloves off and throws them in the trash bin, too agressively maybe, then he keeps rambling, like he's hurriedly trying to make you leave as soon as possible. "Avoid pools and the sea. It takes about six months to a year to heal, so don't... don't touch it, don't play with it or..." he clears his throat, "don't let anyone else play with it. And if it gets infected, come back immediately and I'll take a look at it." which he honestly hopes it won't happen. When he faces you, your top is back on and you're getting off the table.

"Alright, um...I'll do that." clearing your throat, your hand gripping the doorknob. "Thank you."

But right before you can exit the room, Jungkook says your name.

"_____." when you turn around to face him, it takes a few seconds for him to make eye contact from across the room. "It was good to see you."

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"Let me see!"

It's the first thing Chaelin says when she opens the door to her appartment. It's on the second floor, small enough to compare it to most expensive appartments you'd stayed in throughout your life, but big enough for Chaelin, her cat and her -impressive- collection of acrylic nail kits and pairs of high heels. It's also big enough for her to offer you the only guest room until summer is over so you didn't have to, one, stay at your parents' place, and two, find an appartment in a short period of time for a short period of time.

When you left years ago, you did so with the thought of 'never looking back'. You never really expected to return here, of all places. Maybe visit your best friend for a weekend at most, have dinner with your parents on a saturday and then go back to the new life you'd made for yourself on a sunday.

But that was before you'd caught Adam cheating.

Tale as old as time: childhood sweethearts get engaged, move in together, son of a bitch sleeps with the assistand he told his girlfriend not to worry about, and then the brokenhearted girl packs her bags and leaves the cheating bastard begging for her to come back.

You'd be lying if you said you were surprised.

Throughout your life, you'd learned to expect many things, regardless of being sheltered and babied by your family since you were born. Watched too much Maury and Dr.Phil. Too much Gossip Girl to know what the deal with life really is.

So, thankfully, you'd only shed a few tears, mostly because your ego and self steem were slightly triggered. You'd realize long before that your feelings for Adam started to disappear once he popped the question and you said yes. Your love story began as teenagers but soon after graduating, the two of you went on different paths: you'd matured, grown into your twenties while he got stuck at 17 and never stopped acting as such.

So yeah, whatever, break ups are hard. But they're not as hard when the love is gone and the sole reason to stay with your partner is to please your parents. You were also right when you expected your mom to tell you to 'forgive and forget' because 'those things just happen, it's not a big deal, honey'.

But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

The lanky nerd with braces, glasses and an anime obsession much bigger than his hentai obsession, which is saying a lot. The shy, awkward classmate who'd stuttered his undying crush for you when you were just kids. That one who you had rudely rejected like the bitch you used to be in high school.

But my God, Jeon Jungkook was anything but a kid now.

You were shocked. You were gagged. Couldn't seem to fathom what was happening and what your eyes were seeing. It took you a while to close your mouth when you realized JK was Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

With messy black hair, a smoldering gaze free of glasses, piercings adorning both ears, and his right eyebrow,, the braces long gone showing perfectly straight - but still bunny like- teeth. The clothes he wore were loose, all black, but it was impossible not to notice the muscles of his back and arms, covered with tattoos from his hands to his forearms. You'd bet there were more of them underneath the fabric.

It was awkward at first. You didn't know what to do, or what to say. Didn't know if he rememberd you. So you chose to stay quiet while your body chose to react like it had never been in the presence of an attractive young man in it's entire life.

And oh, did it react.

He was reluctant, his old timid demeanor peeking through his newly adopted persona. But as soon as those hands came in contact with your skin, your whole body was lit on fire. Like you were 16 and losing your virginity over again and it was the first time a dude touched your boobs.

There shouldn't have been anything erotic about it -besides the fact that your entire breasts were exposed-, it should've been just a professional procedure. But those gloved fingers touched and pinched and suddenly you were too aware of Jeon Jungkook and the way you were starting to sweat profously, not due to the heat of the season.

You tried to distract yourself by looking at the cieling and not at his gorgeous face. Tried to avoid thinking about Jeon Jungkook and how his mouth would feel wrapped around you. Tried not to think about the way your panties were a second skin to your folds, and how tempted you were to grind your hips until you recieved some sort of friction with the jean fabric of your shorts. You wonder if he noticed you squeezing your thighs together. You hope not.

And then the needle happened. You never thought of yourself as a particularly kinky person. Sex with Adam was boring for the most part and you'd lost your libido for a long time. Stopped thinking about sex altogether. But the pain. The pain mixed with his hand rubbing soothing circles on your breast and his voice, as sweet as honey, guiding you through it. It made you reconsider a lot of things you'd once dismissed as 'weird' or 'deviant'

You swear you almost came right on his table.

And then your eyes connected, you made the mistake of calling his name like a satisfied woman who still needed more, and it was all gone. He stood up like a scared cat, gave you a bunch of explanations about the aftercare that you barely grasped without even looking at you and pretty much rushed you to leave.

So you walked, all the way from the tattoo parlor to Chaelin's appartment, mortified, and completely humilliated.

"Are you gonna let me see or not?" your friend says expectantly as you finally sit down after chugging a glass of iced water. You sigh, placing the glass on the table before carefully pulling down your top. "Oh my God, it looks so cool!" she gasps and you can't help a smile while she studies it in amazement. "Did it hurt?"

"Um, I guess." you keep out the part where you almost orgasmed, obviously, stopping her hand from touching when she reaches towards you. "Wait, no. He said something about not touching it for like six months or a year, I don't remember."

At that, Chaelin's eyebrows quirk up. "He? It was a he? Was he cute, at least?"

"You won't believe this..." looking away for a few seconds, you take a deep breath. "It was Jeon Jungkook."

There's a pause, a silence that fills the room when Chaelin's jaw drops. "Jeon Jungkook...pierced your nipple?"

You close your eyes, bracing yourself for what you're a hundred percent sure is coming.

"Ha..." there it is. "Ha ha..." you still know there's more. "Ha ha ha..."

Chaelin laughs hysterically for about God knows how long, while you keep drinking your glass of water unfaced, your mind drifting back to Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie, his tattoos and his stupid gloved hands.

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You know he's here.

Everything was cool, you were doing alright, having a great time with your vodka sprite in hand and your cute white bikini on. Chaelin was by your side, the guys were excited to have you back and thankfully, you'd avoided most questions about Adam and they'd avoided digging too deep into the topic. You'd sunbathed the whole afternoon, kept away from the water like he'd told you and ate the Hawaiian pizza Yoongi insisted on ordering despite Namjoon's and Jimin's complaints.

It's at night, when you're a little tipsy and your cheeks are flushed, that you feel it. You'd barely noticed Taehyung disappearing to let in a new guest.

You don't see him, but you feel him.

You're sitting on the pool tile steps, legs dangling and the water baely reaching your belly to make sure it doesn't touch your very sensitive and newly pierced nipple. Your back is facing the sliding glass doors of Hoseok's house, but the moment you hear his voice, smooth but animated as he converses with Taehyung, your body wakes up immediately, back straightening, goosebumps forming on your arms and nipples tightening against the fabric of your two piece.

You don't turn around, instead opting for downing the remaining of your drink and coming to the realization that, of course, Taehyung, social butterfly who'd always got along with everybody and remained friends with most people from high school, still keeps in touch with Jungkook.

You ignore him when he enters the pool, still peering from the corner of your eyes while pretending to be engaged in Chaelin's and Jihyo's conversation. Your mind sabotages you by taking you to that day a week ago at the tattoo parlor.

To the warmth of his hand, to the few strands of hair that his small ponytail couldn't keep together, to the way his eyes focused on such an intimate part of your body, to the endless ink decorating his skin, to-

Great. Now your bottoms are wet and not due to the water.

You don't miss Chaelin supressing a laugh and her not so subtle elbowing. You glance at her in warning and try to keep calm for the next fifteen minutes until Jin proposes moving to the living room to watch a movie.

"I'm gonna stay here for a little longer, guys." you say, after clearing your throat. You needed some time to gather yourself before being in a confined space with Jungkook.

"Are you sure?" Jin stops by your side to place a hand on your shoulder as everybody starts exiting the pool. "It's Mean Girls! You love Mean Girls! You never miss a minute of Mean Girls!"

Rolling your eyes, you wave him dismissively. "I know every dialogue on Mean Girls like the back of my hand, I think I'll be alright, Jin."

When everybody finally leaves, you take a deep breath, covering your face with your hands in an attempt to get him out of your head. Damn Jeon Jungkook and his irresisitble glow up.

"You okay?"

The unexpected voice startles you, a gasp finding its way out of your mouth and causing you to jump on your seat, heartbeat erratic as you instantly recognize who it belongs to. Your hand grasps your chest as if that would do anything to protect yourself against him.

"Shit, don't do that!" you say, the words almost getting stuck in your throat as you see him approaching you, still submerged in the pool. The more he nears you, the less water depth there is and the more visible his torso comes into view. Wich was exactly what you'd been avoiding.

Because Jeon Jungkook was ripped, as you'd imagined when you first encountered him.

Broad shoulders and strong biceps and chiseled abs and veiny forearms. Drenched hair, a full sleeve of tattoos and water dripping from delicious tan skin and all just so very hard. That paired up with a loopsided smile that does nothing but make you shudder.

"Sorry." he doesn't sound apologetic at all when he says that, the smirk adorning his features telling. "You just seemed a little off." you advert your gaze when he pushes his hair back.

"I'm fine, just...just wanted to be by myself."

"Oh" Jungkook's smile disappears. "I can leave, if you want me t-"

"No!" you're not sure where that comes from and neither does he, judging by the look on his face when your eyes find his. Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly parted, he's as surprised as you and there's an awkward silence for a few seconds. "Um, you don't have to. I mean, it's not my house, you can do whatever you want." you sniff and tame your voice, trying to seem cool and collected like you didn't just practically beg him not to go.

Ironic, considering this was exactly what you had been fearing for the past thirty minutes.

And then he smiles. A knowing smile. A smile that says 'you just totally checked me out and now you don't want me to leave'. A smile that you would have never associated with Jeon Jungkook of all people years ago. A smile that makes you want to look away but still keeps you in place.

"Sure." he says, closing the space between the two of you slowly but still leaving enough distance. "So, how's it going?"

You clear your throat, head high and determined not to let this man, or any man for that matter, turn you into a trembling mess. You're still you and you're not easily shaken by the opposite sex. Or at least that's what you helplessly chant in your head.

"Everything's cool. I'm on summer vacation now," a little white lie, "so I decided to-"

"The piercing." he says, the smile never leaving his face. "I meant how's the piercing."

"The pier- right." you almost miss the step he takes forward, all too aware of his height over yours but thankful for the centimeters that being propped on the stairs added to yours. "It's-" you almost, almost miss his knee touching your knee and him slightly separating your legs with his own inch by inch. Or how your thighs open unvoluntarely to welcome him in and how you can barely find coherent words to speak. "It's doing-" or the way his smile disappears and is instead focusing his dark stare fully onto yours.

"It's doing well." you finally say in a whisper, not being able to bring yourself to be louder.

He hums. "May I see it?" Jungkook wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and the action and his voice is enough to make you nod your head, bewitched.

His movements are unhurried, his hand coming up to tentatively come in contact with the flesh of your clavicle. His fingers skim through your skin upwards, his touch is feather-like when it wraps around your throat. You pant, and he stops but he doesn't move away, his eyes still focused on yours, studying you, daring you to pull back, to tell him to back off. But just a simple touch of his and you're fully under his control. It reminds you too much of the day you got that damn piercing.

Your lips are parted and for a moment he stays just like that. His body so close to yours but not close enough, and his hand slightly gripping your neck. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you can't wrap your head around the fact that something so simple sets your entire being alive and leaves you aching.

Then, as slow as he started, his hand travels from the front of your neck to the back, pushing your hair aside to carefully untie the straps of your bikini. He breathes through his nostrils, doesn't make a sound. He seems so collected it's starting to annoy you.

Instead, your breathing is ragged when the top falls down, exposing both your breasts to him. That's when he removes his eyes from yours and his jaw clenches. Your nipples perk up under his gaze, like they remember him and the effect he had on them just a week ago. You're at least glad you're not the only one affected but he seems to be a master at keeping it under wraps.

Then, his hand moves again, leaving goosebumps on your skin as it goes south. Jungkook takes his time, so deliberate you want to scream, until he's cupping your pierced breast, keeping away from the nipple just like he'd advised you a few days prior. You can't look away from his face, from his eyes observing you like you're a full course meal and he's been starving for days. You feel drops of water falling from his hair to your thighs, his thumb caressing your skin so delicately as it faintly nears your still tender nipple. Just nearing it, never touching it.

"Beautiful." his murmur is almost imperceptible and for a moment you think you've imagined it. Your back arches on its own, breast pushed against the palm of his hand, almost like your body is begging him to come closer, to touch you more, to feel you all over. He meets your eyes briefly, gauging your reaction, before going back to your chest. Suddenly, the grip on your breast tightens, fingers ever so softly squeezing your flesh. From your throat comes a mewl, your eyes shut and your legs close around his waist.

"Jungkook, please..." you whisper when you open your eyes. He looks at you, unvertainty written all over his face, lips bruised as if he had been biting on them too hard, gaze as glassy as yours. And just like that, the spell is broken. He blinks and his expression changes completely. Lips forming a straight line and jaw tight. His hand retracts, fixing your bikini top over your breasts before tying it around your neck like it originally was. Meanwhile your eyebrows crunch in confusion. But when you're about to start asking questions, he clears his throat.

"It's healing okay." he steps back, avoiding your eyes. "I'll see you inside."

Jungkook leaves the pool like nothing happened.

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Jungkook is fiddling, fixing the position of his glasses and combing through his straight hair with shaky hands, habits he's tried so hard to get rid of in his sixteen years of existence but still finds impossible to.

He can't help it. He's always been like this: the quiet and awkward kid in class who sits in the back, a misunderstood puppy in a sea of stronger dog breeds that could eat him alive. An outcast. Too geeky for his own good. Notebokes full of Dragon Ball doodles on the margins of the pages, the shelves in his room stacked with Marvel figurines, and a closet filled with outdated clothes that he has been inheriting from his older brother.

He has never been the type to stand out, always being overlooked by people like he's invisible. He doesn't mind though. He'd much rather be ignored than getting picked on by bullies like he used to in elementary school.

He never gets invited to parties. Ever. He's a nobody who barely speaks, and when he does he either stutters or manages to embarrass himself in one way or another. He's seen the look on people's faces when they look at him. Their eyes seem to scream 'weirdo' everytime he gets acknowledged.

So obviously the only reason he was invited to this particular party had a first and last name: Kim Taehyung. The only kid in Jungkook's entire life who didn't look at him in a funny way, the only kid who took the time to entangle in a random conversation with him after class and who seemed geniune enough to make Jungkook feel comfortable.

He's not sure how it happened, since Taehyung mostly hangs out with the cool kids. But somehow it did, and now Jungkook is uncomfortably standing in a living room full of drunk teens, looking directly at you.

You, the one girl Jungkook had been pining on for God knows how long. You, who are obviously too pretty, too popular, and way out of his league. You, with your plaid skirt and your polo shirt and those legs that never seem to end. You, who are sitting with your friends in a couch, drink in hand and visibly tipsy. And yet, he doesn't think he's ever seen anyone pull of the 'drunk-rosy-cheek' look better than you.

He can hear your laugh through the music and he already thinks it sounds better than whoever is playing in the background.

"Come on, Gukkie! Her friends are leaving and she's all by herself now! It's your chance" Taehyung's obviously drunk too because it took Jungkook a while to decypher his exact words. He'd disappeared for a while and now that he's back, he's pushing Jungkook in your direction.

"This was a mistake, Taehyung." Jungkook shakes his hair and steps back, quickly glancing at the front door to prepare his escape. But his new friend's grip on his hoodie keeps him in place.

"Guk, listen. The only thing you have to do, is walk up to her, and say 'hey I think you're, like, really pretty. Just letting you know. Bye!' That's it. Jung- Dude, Guk, seriously, look at me." Taehyung grabs Jungkook's cheeks, squishing them between his hands and forceing him to face him. "You've been crushing hard on her for years, my man. We're graduating and you won't see each other again. What's the worst thing that can happen? Getting rejected?"

Jungkook's eyebrows draw together. "Um, yeah?"

"Exactly! Getting rejected is not the end of the world, bro! It just means keep trying on other girls!" Taehyung releases his hold on Jungkook's cheeks. "I just think you're going to regret not telling your crush she's your crush. Who knows? Maybe in the future you two will get married."

Jungkook snickers, muttering a 'yeah right' under his breath. Still, he can't help the smile that Taehyung's words always seem to pull out of him.

"Now," Taehyung playfully slaps Jungkook before turning him in your direction again. "Go get 'em, tiger!"

"Okay," Mijoo's voice slices through Jungkook's memories. She's sitting on Jungkook's desk, munching on her brownies and looking at her coworker expectantly. "And then what?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, sits back on his chair, already feeling the effects of Mijoo's baked goods. "And then I walked up to her, like a damn fool, stutter and all. And I say:" he clears his throat, making an effort to do his best teenage Gukkie impression."'Hey, _____, um, so, I think you're beautiful and I've had a crush on you since seventh grade, haha, just wanted to let you know.'"

Mijoo rolls her eyes, still chewing. "And then what?"

"And then she looked me up and down, giggled, fucking giggled, Mijoo, and said 'Who are you, again?'" Mijoo gasps and Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to force that recollecion out of his head.

"What a bitch." she can't help but laugh before apologizing. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and takes another bite of his brownie. "She didn't say anything else?"

"She said something along the lines of:" he clears his throat again, this time, doing an impression of you. "'That's sweet and all but, you and I... we're not the same. And I have a boyfriend, so...' She said that like I didn't know, like I wasn't aware of the school's it couple! Like I was dumb!"

Mijoo nods. "And now you want to fuck her even more than you did in high school."

"I- No! Well, yes. Fuck, of course I want to sleep with her! But I just... can't."

"Why not?"

"Did you hear anything about what I just told you or were you too concentrated trying to get high?"

It's Mijoo's turn to roll her eyes. "I heard everything you just told me. I just don't understand what the problem is. You two were sixteen. Sure, she was a bitch about it, but Lord knows I've been a bitch my entire life and now I'm not anymore." Jungkook raises an eyebrow at that. "Okay, sometimes I can be nice. But the point is..." Mijoo finishes her piece of brownie before getting off of Jungkook's desk. "It's been, what? Nine? Ten years? People change, JK. You're the best example of that. You want to fuck her and she obviously wants to fuck you too. You're both adults." she wipes her hands on her shorts. "I think it's time you fulfill that high school fantasy of yours."

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You've made up your mind.

And by you, it means Chaelin has made up your mind.

It didn't take long to convince you though. That last interaction with Jungkook cause too many emotions stirring within you. It left you hot, it left you bothered, it left you confused. Sure, it also left you a little bit embarrassed like the first time, but above everything else, that interaction with Jungkook left you absolutely livid.

Because who the fuck did Jeon Jungkook, formerly known as Guk, Gukkie, Jungukkie, and currently known as JK, think he was to come near you, speed your heart rate's up, and then runaway like that?

You've spent days thinking about it. About that face, about that body, about those hands and- shit. You're doing it again.

You've spent days trying to push those intrusive thoughts. Spent days trying to bury what happened. You've spent days trying to keep quiet, not telling anyone about it and just wishing that stupid spark of desire simply went away.

But it has just been simply unavoidable. You haven't been able to ignore the sleepless nights with your brain drifting back to that night and forbidding your hand from slipping under your panties. Or the excessive amount of time during the day where images of him suddenly popped in your head and wouldn't go away, even with you squeezing your thighs to try to make the ache go away.

So you ended up ranting and ranting and ranting to the only person you could confide on, who is obviously your best friend. Your best friend, who's too smart for her own good and knows you too well for your liking. Because apparently your moodiness and snappy remarks couldn't go unnoticed.

And after explaining the fiasco over a bottle of wine -and minutes of endless laughing on Chaelin's part because, again, it's Gukkie you two were talking about and, according to her, this was "the most karmic thing I've ever seen"-, she gave you the best advice an older sister could ever give.

"Fuck him."

"I know right? Fuck him!"

"No. I mean, fuck him."

And now here you are. Right inside that room you stepped in weeks ago, confronting the man in question with the same confidence that has always distinguished you from others and trying to act like the fluttering inside your belly wasn't nauseauting.

"A date."

"Yes."

"You want to go on a date with me." this wouldn't be so hard if Jungkook didn't look so delectable in a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans. You cross your arms over your chest, doing your best to not look down at the exposed skin of a man who obviously worked out a lot and apparently, never skipped leg day. "What's the catch?"

He's sitting on his chair, back resting comfortably and legs spread, narrowing his eyes at you and probably wondering why the girl at the front desk let you in without an appointment. Also, probably wondering if there was a catch to all of this.

"There's no catch. I just want to go to the fair this weekend. I'll ask Taehyung for your number and text you the date and the exact place we'll be meeting. Unless..." your quirk one of your eyebrows. "Unless you're already planning on how you'll chicken out this time."

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Of course, Jungkook says yes to going on a date with his high school crush but spends the following days overthinking every single thing.

He can't help but feel like it's kinda sketchy. What if you're planning your vendetta on him? What if you don't even show up and he ends up there looking like a damn idiot? What if you hate him and are just messing up with him? What if that incident in high school is going to repeat itself?

"If she doesn't show up, you simply move on and never speak to her again. It's that simple. She can't have that much power over you to cry about something like that." Mijoo had said that same day she let you in the tattoo parlor after you'd asked to see Jungkook. Jungkook's coworker hadn't even question you and just motioned you to Jungkook's room with a knowing smile on her face. Later that day, Jungkook had scolded her about it and she'd simply shrugged.

He considers cancelling, eyes reading the 'won't be able to make it, sorry (sad face emoji)' over and over again and fingers hovering over the send button so many times he's lost count. But then he remembers that comment of yours about him chickening out and Jungkook starts seeing red.

How couldn't you understand he's just terrified of you rejecting him one more time? Sure, Jungkook is now an adult who doesn't get butthurt over stuff like that. He's experienced too much after graduating from high school and he's a much stronger individual than his fragile self back was back then.

But something about you just makes him feel so... weak.

He still finds it impossible to concieve where he got the courage to approach you like that at Taehyung's pool, or how he brought himself to touch you for longer than a minute without coming in his pants. He'd enjoyed it too much. Allowing him to see you so exposed, just for him. He'd be so tempted to kiss you right there and then, to run his hands up and down your thighs and fully wrap your legs around him to let you known how much you'd affected him. Once you called his name, it was like he'd finally snapped out of it and backed away like he'd been burned by you. He spent the next twenty minutes trying to keep himself from pulling down his pants and jerking off in his friend's bathroom.

It's terrible. Because he feels like the teenager he used to be when you're around. Shy, insecure and overall a mess. You showing up in his life after so many years and now apparenly being interested in him seems like a dream that he's not sure he wants to keep being in or wake up from before it's too late and he falls back into that tumoltuous longing that will inevitably end up in heartbreak. His heartbreak.

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It's saturday night, he's standing by himself in the crowded fair at the spot. You're fifteen minutes late and he's already about to turn back and dip out. He feels too awkward and the nerves are eating him alive.

You're not going to show up. You're not going to show up and now he feels and looks even dumber than the time he told you he was crushing on you. You're not even going to show up and now he's going to come back home, get drunk by himself and curse your name for-

"Hey!" he turns around to the sound of your voice and sees you running towards him. "Sorry I'm late! I couldn't find my phone and spent like thirty minutes looking for it. Turns out, Sharon Stone, was taking a nap on top of it and I didn't even notice."

"Sharon Stone?"

"Chaelin's cat."

To be honest, he's too surprised to process your explanation right away. He might also be a little speechless because that sky blue sundress looks too good on your skin and your eyelashes are so long, framing your beautiful eyes, and your lips are all glossy and kisseable that it takes him a while to find his own voice.

He clears his throat. "It's alright." scratching the back of his head, he momentarely adverts his gaze from you in an attempt to not get distracted by how soft your hair looks and how much he wants to wrap it around his hands in a ponytail. "Um, where do you want to go first?"

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Almost an hour and a half later, when the sun has already disappeared and you're both surrounded by colorful lights, Jungkook decides to buy the both of you hot dogs and a drink and you both settle down on a bench.

You've been walking all over the fair, going from booth to booth, playing any game in sight Jungkook dared you to -he obviously had a competitive streak-: from the ballon and dart games, to the shooting games, to the bumping cars, to the ball-in-basket one. To say you were having fun was an understatement.

You'd almost regretted setting the date up. You were sure he wouldn't even show up and if he did, you were scared of how awkward things could get between the two of you. And if things were awkward, you were sure it would only take less than thirty minutes for the both of you to part ways and never talk again about such failure of a date.

To your surprise, none of that happened.

The conversation was flowing, both of you acting like you were strangers on their first date getting to know each other, which, to be fair, that's exactly what it felt like. There was a slight banter, teasing each other when one of you lost in whatever game you were playing while the other was obviously winning. There were laughs and a funny feeling in your tummy whenever you'd walk side by side and his arm brushed yours.

There was no stiffness on his shoulders, no mention of the past or your previous encounters, no acknowledgement of the blatant sexual tension you'd experienced before, not an ounce of avoidance whenever your eyes met his and he was even sure of himself enough to place a hand on your lower back or briefly interwine your fingers with his to guide you through the mass of people.

It felt like you'd both unspokenly agreed on making each other feel comfortable enough to have a good time.

"I didn't think you were going to show up, to be honest." you suddenly say, taking a sip of your strawberry juice and thankful to finally let your feet rest for a while.

Jungkook looks at you, hot dog mid air and eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline. "You didn't think I was going to show up? I didn't think you were going to show up." you simply shrug, lowering your gaze seepishly, the beginning of a smile on both your faces. He surprises you by tilting your head in his direction with his forefinger. You watch him watching you, a little dazed, a little lost in how his dark hair messily falls over his forehead and his equally dark eyes study your face, his thumb swiping over your lower lip. "You um... There was ketchup right there." he lies.

"Oh" you say, feeling your face heating up. "Thanks. Red doesn't really match this dress." you manage a smile and tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

At that, he eyes your dress for a moment, mouth slightly ajar. He's debating on whether or not to say something but you beat him to it.

"I'm sorry, by the way."

"For being late? I already told you it's fin-"

"No." you shake your head. "For... that time when we were young and I was such a concieted brat." you say, looking away , trying to find anything else that's not his pretty face. "I thought I was a queen bee back then. I was annoying and rude, specially to you. I..." you lick your lips. The cherry glittery gloss was already gone. "I thought it was cute, what you said. There was no reason for me to act like that. I know this doesn't make anything right but..." when you turn to face him again, there's still the same expression on his face. "I'm sorry."

A few seconds go by before it's him who's shaking his head. "It's okay. It was a long time ago, anyway." he smiles at you, although it doesn't reach his eyes and seems sorta forced. You sigh, and he takes your hand. "Let's go to the ferris wheel."

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tell you're tense. You're sitting right beside him in the ferris cabin, your back is all straight, you're facing forward and he believes you haven't blinked for what feels like an eternity. He thinks it has everything to do with your conversation a few minutes ago. You were probably not content with his response but what could Jungkook do? There was really no point in apologizing for something that happened years ago, but at the same time, he didn't want to hold anything against you like a resentful asshole because it was really not who he was. But there was still a little bit of stingyness inside of him and he didn't know how to make it go away.

At the end of the day, here you were, on a date with him that you'd asked for, getting along and asking questions about him and laughing at his jokes and trying to start all over again.

But then the ferris wheel starts moving, and he finally understands why you look so uncomfortable.

It's the way you immediately grip his forearm, nails digging in his skin and he swears he hears the smallest gasp forcing itself out your throat.

"Are you... scared?" he tentatively asks.

You say nothing for a while, not moving an inch. He would laugh if you didn't look so pained about it.

"I don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters." you finally say through gritted teeth.

"It's not really that small and ferris wheels are not rollercoasters. " your nails dig deeper and he winces. "Okay, okay. You don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters, and that includes ferris wheels. So why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I've never liked ferris wheels but you seemed excited about it, so..."

There's a silence after that in the environment, neither of you exactly sure of what to say or how to act. Until Jungkook moves one of his hands hands until it's resting on the one who's holding onto him for dear life, fingers caressing yours. The warmth of his hand spreads through yours and although it's almost July and you can already feel your sweaty back staining your dress, it's oddly comforting. What's more comforting even, is him twisting his body towards you and talking with the calmest and most soothing tone you've ever heard.

"Look at me." you do instantly, unwillingly, and kinda wish you hadn't. It's almost as if your body will do anything he says without question. Like he has some sort of power over it to just react however he wants. His eyes bore into yours and suddenly the cab doesn't seem so suffocating. "It's just you and me right now. We're not even on a ferris wheel." the corners of his mouth turn slowly upwards. You zone out the environment, suddenly too aware of him and how close he is and how loud the beating of your heart is to your own ears.

"Jungkook."

You swallow the knot in the back of your throat when he removes his hand from yours. It almost makes you protest, - now realizing you've losened the tight grip on his arm- , before it craddles your face, keeping you in place while bringing his body closer.

"You have to stop saying my name like that."

With his thigh touching your thigh, your whole demeanor melts. When he leans closer, and you feel his breath fanning over your lips, your eyes shut closed.

"Tell me I can-" he starts to say.

"Yes." you finish for him. He doesn't doubt on closing the distance between you two. His lips touch yours and your body shakes in excitement. It's just him lightly skimming your lips with his but it's already too much and at the same time, not enough. It has you deepening it, yourself moving closer when he kisses you again. It has you relaxing against him, the tenseness prior disappearing and making you arch your back when his tongue asks for permission.

But it's exactly then, the moment you open your lips to him, that has you losing your mind.

The sparks fly, traveling from your head to your toes and then settling on the pit of your stomach as soon as the kiss starts to turn desperate and rough. When he nibbles your lips with his teeth, it makes you mewl and whine and your nipples tight against the cotton of your dress. It makes the metal barbell to feel uncomfortable, slightly painful. And when he goes back to being messy and filthy with his tongue tangled with yours, your thighs close on their own.

He forces himself to pull his hand back and bring it down, finding the parting of yd opening them for him. "Wait," you say, your fingers wrapping around his forearm as you try to catch your breath."The ferris-" he shuts you up with another kiss.

"We're not on a ferris wheel." he reminds you, a soft whisper against your mouth. And for whatever reason, you believe him.

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"He fingered you on the ferris wheel."

"Yes."

"And you came before the ride was over."

You take a small sip of wine, your eyes focusing on the TV where a rerun of the Golden Girls is playing, although, to be fair, lately you haven't been able to pay much attention to anything else but a certain brunet with doe eyes and kisseable lips. "Yes."

She hums, stealing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between your thighs.

"How long did it took? Like five minutes?"

There's a pause in which you clench your jaw, your fingers twitching around the glass in your hand, and then you answer. "Probably less."

There's another pause, and then-

"Ha...Ha ha...Ha ha ha-"

You let her laugh. It's okay. You knew you had it coming.

Chaelin knows the pillow you throw right at her face is also something she had coming.

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It's not that you're mad.

Jungkook and you had a great time on that fair date, he made you laugh, bought hot dogs and drinks for the two of you and got you off inside the cab of a ferris wheel on record time with those magical, long fingers of his. Technically, there shouldn't be anything to be angry about.

Except it's been a week and you can't stop thinking about him, about wanting more, and about those words that he left you with after the ferris wheel ride ended, when you had tried to return the favor.

'Next time, maybe.'

And there hasn't been a next time.

The thought of texting him or giving him a call to ask for another date is persistent in your mind. It remains while you do the laundry or wash the dishes, while you shower, while you eat or while you spend your days at the beach with Chaelin. There's always the incessant desire to reach out towards your phone, unlock it and dial his number to beg for more.

But you'd never been one to beg, so you resist the urge everytime that feeling starts to creep up on you and it washes over you like a wave. You silence your phone and try to concentrate on making the most out of your summer.

It's one random night, when you're tiredly dragging your feet across Chaelin's apartment's carpet, yawning and ready to succumb to a well needed slumber, that you see your phone screen's lighting up with a message.

Your heart pathetically leaps inside your chest when you read his name.

'you free on saturday?'

You wish you could say you ghosted him, ignored his text and moved on with your life until it was him who begged you for another date. But the truth is you opened it in a matter of seconds and typed 'i'm free, why?' back in a rush with trembling fingers.

So now you're on the passanger seat of his car while he sits on the driver seat, the first saturday night of July, like he's Danny Zuko and you're Sandy Olsson, watching a vintage movie in a drive-in theater which plot you don't give a shit about, even if Jungkook's date plan idea made something inside of you churn with adoration.

And the only reason why you don't give a single damn about the movie playing in front of your eyes, is because you're hot. Way too hot. And the reason and cause is none other than the boy-now-turned-man sitting on your left.

You barely exchanged words when he picked you up, just rode in silence until you got to your destination and you bet he can feel as well as you do the tension in the air.

You've surveyed him a few times from the corner of his eye, noticing him fiddling with the rings around his fingers and shifting in his seat from time to time. And if the sight of his fingers bring memories that you've tried to bury to keep yourself from lunching towards him, a brief glance at his forearms, adorned with ink drawn through his golden flesh -doing a poor job at concieling the veins running underneath- and his skin-tight jeans wrapping those muscled thighs of his is enough to have you be the one squirming in your seat.

A woman can only endure so much, and you come to that realization thirty minutes into the movie.

"I want to suck your cock." you say, a stern expression on your face as you turn your body in his direction.

Jungkook frozes as your voice slides over him. It takes him a couple seconds to look at you, shock widening his eyes and parting his lips.

"Huh?" he manages, his grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.

Without separating your gaze from his, you gather your hair and tie it in a ponytail with the hair tie previously around your wrist. You don't miss the quick glance he sneaks into the curvature of your neck and the valley between your breasts.

Inching forward, closing in on him, you place one of your hands on top of his thigh, the action making his whole body tense. "____..." he whispers your name in a warning that doesn't sound convincing even in his own ears.

You smile, your eyes never wavering from his as your hand inches upwards, slowly caressing over the fabric of his jeans until you finally come across what you were looking for.

His hand flies to your wrist, stilling your movements. "____, this is not-". He starts, but his voice gets stuck inside his throat when you palm his undoubtly growing erection.

"Shh." your shaky breath fans over his cheek and you force yourself on your knees on the passanger seat in a more comortable possition to stop the trembling to reach them.

You fumble with the belt holding his pants in place, then with the button and finally with the zipper. He helps you by lifting his hips to pull his jeans and boxers to his thighs and you have to bite back a mixture between a gasp and a moan at the sight below you. You haven't even seen Jeon Jungkook naked all the way, but the mere sight of his hard cock with pre-cum glistening on his crown is probably the sexiest thing you've ever had the pleasure of appreciating.

It gets sexier when you wrap your hand around the base and his body melts in the driver seat, throwing his head back with his eyes shut. It gets even sexier when you finally lower your head, swirling your tongue over the head before finally engulfing him fully in the wet warmth of your mouth.

"Shit." his voice is tight, uneven as his hand loosely grips your ponytail, as if careful not to accidentally hurt you and break the glorious moment.

Although you wouldn't mind at all. Because the moment your hands are on him, and your tongue is on his shaft, that's the only thing you care about. Your belly is twisting, an undeniable wet spot on your panties as the fabric sticks to your folds, and the more you suck Jungkook, the more you want from him. His earthy taste is addicting and the soft little whimpers he occasionally can't prevent himself from are making you want to milk him until he can't take it no more. There's this desire within you to whorship him and his cock like you had been dreaming for the past weeks.

"This is s-so fucking h-hot." he rasps between ragged breaths, the bobbing of your head, sliding up and down his dick as your hand works the centimeters your mouth can't take is about to make him faint.

"Getting a blowjob?" you joke, your throat starting to feel sore as you kiss his leaking tip.

"N-no." he draws in a rough breath when you take him all of him again. "You giving me a blowjob... T-the f-fact that anyone c-could see us..." he darts a quick glance at your body, your ass up in the air and your dress sliding down, almost exposing you completely. "The fact that-ah! Shit..." he squeezes his eyes when he feels a glob of your spit lubricating him.

There's a sudden need to make you feel the same, to touch your skin and have you shaking the same way you have him. So one of his hands travels from your spine, to your perked ass, finally dragging the cotton of your dress to allow himself to see your thin white panties. "The fact that anyone could see you l-like this," he murmurs, regaining a little bit of control when he squeezes one of your cheeks. "letting t-them see you s-sucking my cock and..." he smirks when he feels you gasping around him, his fingers trapped between your thighs and pushing them inside your heat easily "and letting them see me fingering this pretty little pussy."

Soon after that he's cumming in your mouth while you're cumming around his fingers.

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At first, it's mostly on weekends when you see each other. Weekends of stolen kisses and soft sighs and whispering against each other's lips. Then weekends turn to week days, sitting on grass while sipping on refreshing beverages, drawing each other laughs, elbows touching as you walk around the park side by side because the both of you are too scared to interwine your fingers together.

Jungkook feels content like this: sitting on the sand with you between his thighs, admiring the sunset while nuzzing your neck and inhaling your scent every now. He likes waching you enoying your strawberry ice cream, almost forgetting the chocolate chip one already melting in his hand.

"If you were an ice cream flavor,which one would you be?" you ask him, relaxing against his chest.

"Rocky road."

"Why?"

He shrugs behind you. "Everyone likes rocky road."

You hum, playfully rolling your eyes. "What about me? Which ice cream flavor would I be?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer."

"Lemon sherbet? Out of all of the flavours out there, you're rocky road and I'm lemon sherbet?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer." he corrects.

"Okay, fine. Why?"

"You're boring and basic."

You gasp, trying to feign outrage but not being able to repress the laugh that escapes your throat. You elbow him, his laugh mixing with yours while taking the time to wrap his arms around your form, the breeze blowing your hair allowing him a spot between your neck and your shoulder. "You're boring and basic, but once you have a taste..." he presses a small kiss on your skin, causing the tiny hairs on the nape of your neck to rise. "Once you have a taste, specially on the hottest day in the middle of summer, you can't stop tasting and licking until there's no more lemon sherbet left."

You suck in on a breath when he craddles your jaw to face him. "It's been my favourite flavor since I was a kid." he kisses you immediately after, his lips swallowing the small whimper now stuck in your throat.

You close your eyes as his tongue opens your mouth, arousal blasting your insides and something much, much deeper that you fear to even name shredding your chest.

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The beginning of august comes faster then you two realize, but what you both do realize is how hard it's becoming to stay away from each other.

It's been thirty days of dates happening almost everyday, sharing high school memories and anecdotes of the time you spent away from each other. Hours of getting to know each other and opening up to each other. From failed relationships to new friendships. Of park dates walking side by side and fingers now interwined because you both realized one day that, fuck it.

It's difficult to sleep when you realize you're starting to catch serious feelings for somebody who was just supposed to be a fling. It's hard to sleep when his face, his voice and his touch and thoughts of missing him when you don't see each other start haunting you at night.

It's hard for Jungkook to focus on work when you're everything that's occupying his mind. Because he has a hundred sketches to make but he's too busy thinking about the hundred different sketches he would make of you.

It's hard not to send him a goodnight text, just like it's hard for him not to reply in a matter of seconds, almost as if he was already waiting to recieve it.

Jungkook thinks of you at night. Of how pretty and absolutely perfect you are for him. Of the taste of your lips, the way your hair feels between his fingers, or the flush on your cheeks when he makes you cum as droplets of sweat accumulate between your breasts. He thinks about your voice. He also thinks about the amount of hours left to be able to listen to it again.

But mostly he thinks about how ridiculous this situation is. Because he was stupidly crushing on you when you were only teenagers, daydreaming about a chance with you. And now his crush is long gone and he's starting to realize that he's falling, and falling fast.

You, too, think of Jungkook at night. Of his ability to bring a smile out of you, to soothe you with just a few words and filling your belly excitement, happiness and feelings you're sure you've never felt before.

Jungkook's managed to imprint himself in your dreams, and you, in his.

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Getting drunk with Jungkook is fun and messy.

It's fun because he lets loose, he stutters a lot like he used to do when he was a teenager and he makes you laugh louder than ever before. It's messy because he has no control over his hands as they explore your body, clumsily taking your clothes off as his mouth laps at the breast he's allowed to touch.

He's more forceful and dominating too, pinning your hands above your head, and commanding you to keep them right there, on the pillows of his bed. When you rebel against it, your fingers finding the hard planes of his chest, he pulls away from you and places them back where he left them. "Don't make me tie you up." he threatens, and your body shudders beneath him.

He sucks, and bites and leaves marks all over your skin, grunting in response to your moans. Creating a path of kisses from your lips to your stomach, his shoulders separating your knees, opening you up only for him. And thankfully, when you reach down to tug at the strands of hair framing his face, he lets you, because he knows you need something to hold on to the moment his tongue eats you up. He leaves his fingertrips on your thighs as he keeps you in place, not allowing you to runaway. Just forcing you to take it as he takes from you.

And when you cum, he doesn't back away. He keeps sucking, and licking and punishing you with his mouth until you're cumming over and ove again, screaming and begging for his cock.

Having Jungkook over you, both completely naked, skin to skin and only sweat in between is more than you could've ever fantazised about. He slurls your name when he puts the condom on. He would do anything to feel you raw, but he also knows he wouldn't be able to last a minute. The sight of you spread open, with your cheeks darkened by a crimson blush and your hair tangled all over his pillow is a picture he wants to keep forever.

He enters you when you call his name, your voice dripping with need. He stretches your warm and wet felsh, slowly easing himself into you at first, until he's fully inside and your bodies are completely in union. A shiver runs down Jungkook's spine when he looks at your contorted face in pleasure, your lips forming an 'O' and your pussy clenching around him.

"Oh, my God." you moan into the dark of Jungkook's room, and even then, he can clearly appreciate every curve of your body lifting off the mattress to connect with his. He lowers himself on his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in and capturing your mouth with his.

"I know, baby." he murmurs. It's hot, in the middle of August but suddenly Jungkook doesn't hate summer as much as he used to. Not with you sharing the heat with him. "It's way beyond what I could ever imagine." You nod hurriedly against his lips, your arms finding their way around his neck as he starts rocking in and out of you.

"It's too good." you cry, when he hits a particular spot that has you rolling your eyes in bliss and gripping his waist tighter with your legs against you. Your fingers thread through his hair, not bothered by the beads of sweat gathered on the nape of his neck.

"Too good..." he agrees, not missing the shiver that's shaking your own frame when he picks up his speed. "You have no idea what I would do t-to fucking feel you with n-no barriers between us," his movements become frantic as his hips slap against yours, his jaw clenched as he keeps talking, "to s-stuff you full of my c-cum over and over again until it won't stop d-dripping."

Jungkook's voice against your ear has you trembling and your orgasm nearing closer, your nails scratching down his back as his thrusts overpower your form. "Would you like that?" he asks with his voice strangled.

"Y-yes. Anything y-you want."

"You'd take all of my cum like a good cum-slut?"

You hate the fact that that's what makes you come undone. The twisting and knotting in the pit of your stomach finally snapping until you're holding on to him like you never want to let him go and he's following soon after.

Because if Guk, Gukkie, Jengukkie was not only able to make you come in less than a few minutes with his fingers or his tongue, but he was also able to make you cum instantly just by calling you a good cum-slut, that means you're fucked. Like, really, really fucked.

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There's a knot in Jungkook's stomach and a suffocating grip around his vocal chords as he caresses your skin. The sun is rising in the distance with the first rays of light entering his room through the window. Your shamphoo is intoxicating him, numbing him and enticing him to bury his nose in the tangled curls pressing against his chest. Your arm is thrown across his stomach, your breathing leavig goosebumps all over his body.

"It's too early. Go back to sleep." you mumble against his heart. He wonders if you can feel it dangerously speeding up.

"I can't." he says, voice struggling to stay balanced. "I have to tell you something."

You hum in response, sleep still interwined with your body, your arm tightening around him. You sigh in content, expecting him to elaborate.

He wets his suddenly dry lips. "I don't want this to end. In fact, ____.... I want more. Need more."

"Jungkook..." your whole body goes rigid right away, untanglling your bodies from each other and sitting up on the mattress.

"No, listen to me." he mimicks your movements, rapidly grabbing your hands to make you look at him. His eyes are expressive, a mixture of fear and hope swirling in his dark irises. "I wake up everyday, and you're the first thing I think of. I go on about my day, and I keep thinking about you, wondering what you're doing and counting down the hours until I get to see you again. I spend every night dreaming about you, and when we'e together, the only thing I can think about is how I wish I could stop time so I don't have to say bye to you the next morning. ____, I-"

"Jungkook, stop please." you shake your head, pushing away from him and in desperate need of air. You press a hand against your chest, beating back the throb of pain while the other curls in a tight fist, the feeling of your fingernails digging into your palm less painful than the ache inside your heart. "This... This wasn't supossed to happen, Jungkook." you start pacing around the room, as if trying to find an exit while avoiding his gaze. "This was just a summer fling. That's all it was, I'm supposed to come back to the city in two weeks and-"

"A summer fling?" a sardonic sneer comes out of him. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening again..." he mumbles to himself before rising from the bed. You stop immediately, a shiver quaking through you as his impressive frame intimidates His eyebrows are drawn together and his dark eyes are void of any prior emotion. "You're going back to the city in two weeks? And you didn't care to tell me until now, after I just spilled my guts to you?"

You eyes fill up with uncomfortable tears, reaching one arm towards him. "Jung-"

He flinches, taking one step back. "A summer fling is all I mean to you?"

"Ju- "

"Look me in the eyes, right now, and tell me that's all I mean to you. A summer fling." panic crawls up your throat. There's the need within you to confirm, to stare into his beautiful and stern eyes and tell him that, yes, that's all he is to you. But you've never been a good liar. So nothing comes out. You opt for wrapping your ams around yourself wishing they were his and lowering your eyes to the ground. "I think... I think you should leave."

Those are the last words he says to you, and the last thing you see when you turn around one more time after gathering your clothes, is his back as he looks out the window.

You allow yourself to cry the exact moment you step into Chaelin's apartment. Your friend is sitting on the couch, bowl of cereal in hand and a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the livingroom's table.

"Hey, you're early tod- Baby, what's wrong?"

"Please, don't laugh."

That morning, you lay down for hours on the couch with your head on Chaelin's lap while she softly brushes your hair as you cry, hiccup, fight through the pain in your heart and relate to her as best as you can the latest events.

She doesn't laugh at all.

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"She'll come back." Mijoo's slurred words do nothing to put Jungkook's state at ease that night. He simply shrugs, fingers clenching at his sides, frowing into his drink before gulping down the bitter taste of vodka in one shot. "Seriously, I think she's just afraid. My ex was the same."

"Comparing her to your ex is not the analogy you think it is."

"Ugh, shut up. Things didn't work with my ex because she was a bitch." Jungkook gives Mijoo a pointed look which she responds to by rolling her eyes and sipping on her rum coke. "Your girl is not a bitch. She used to be a bitch. What she did this morning was bitchy, but, like I said, she's just being a pussy. If she only wanted sex with you, she wouldn't have been doing couple stuff with you the entire summer."

"Whatever. I don't care." he lies and Mijoo knows he's lying but decides to drop the subject fo now.

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"We can't keep spending our days smoking weed." Chaelin speaks over Blanche's voice on the TV.

"I know. I'm just sad."

"You have to come back and tell him how you feel."

"I know."

There's a beat of silence before your friend kicks your thigh with her feet.

"I know and I will." you mumble through red eyes and smoke clouds.

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It's September first and it doesn't feel like Jungkook's birthday at all. He's been trying to focus on his work, alternating between isolating in full hermit mode and hanging out with friends to drink away his sorrow. The days have gone by and before he could realize it, he woke up today with over twenty text messages wishing him a happy day and a throbbing hangover.

He dresses up on autopilot. First a cotton shirt, then a pair of jeans and lastly, his Nike's. He doesn't bother tying his sneakers just like he doesn't bother taking a shower. He smokes a cigarette for breakfast, the death stick making him feel nauseaus on an empty stomach. And then he goes to work.

He's been repeating the same routing for the past weeks and he's not thinking of changing it, not even on his bithday.

He spends hours drawing, tattooing and drawing some more between yawns. He ignores texts an phone calls and simply waits until the day is over to go home, go to bed and forget about the fact that you're probably on your way to the city and that he hasn't crossed your mind not even once.

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Inkphoria.

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping cup of ice cream as it melts down your fingers the more you wait. The shop is already empty and it's starting to darken out side, and still you're so hot. Your shorts are heavy and your tank top is sticking to your skin. You didn't even bother to put on any make, although your eyebags definitely needed some concieling and your lashes some dimension to hide the fact that you'd been crying for the last few days.

'You're crazy about him.'

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

You've lost count of how many times your best friend has given your advice, or simply encouraged you to do something you've been too scared to try.

'And he's cazy about you too.'

Chaelin might be wrong about marmite and the movie Cats, but she's definitely now wrong about anything regarding your and Jungkook.

That's it. You briefly close your eyes, inhale a deep breath then release it slowly. You start walking. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing the door open.

The tattoed blonde looks up from the counter the second you come into view. She smiles at the distance between you two. "You can come closer. I won't bite."

You clear your throat, stalking closer to her. "Is he-"

"He's in the back." she replies before you can finish you question. You close your mouth, clear your throat and nod your head.

"Thanks, Mijoo." she gives you a small wink, her smile easing your nerves like she had three months ago.

She watches you disappear. She shakes he head, her smile meeting her eyes. "I told him so."

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Jungkook ignores the knock on his door at first. It's almost ten and the parlor is about to close. He just has to finish this last fucking sketch so he can grab his shit and go the fuck ho-

Knock knock.

He growls, exhasperation cursing through him. He runs a hand through his messy pile of hair, his rings tangling between the strands, making him wince in pain. "Come in." he grunts under his breath. The door opens. "Mijoo, I really have to finish-"

He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he sees you.

"Hey." you say after a moment of hesitation.

"Hey." he replies and although there's something inside, deep in his chest, shouting at him to stand up, run up to you and kiss your face while he tells you how beautiful you look right now and how happy he is to see that you're still here, he decides against it. "Listen, ____, I'm pretty busy-"

"No, you listen to me." you cut him off abruptly. He looks taken aback and is already opening his mouth to say something, but you're not having it. "Please, just... Let me talk."

Silence looms between the two of you for a while, a staring contest defying each other to back down. When you take one step inside and close the door behind you, he sighs and leans back against his chair.

You move towards him slowly, your lip caught between your lip going through your mind for the speech you'd been preparing the last few days. Your hands are sticky due to the the sugary treat liquifying in your hand. "I know there's no reason you should give me another chance after rejecting you in high school, and there's definitely no reason why you should forgive me for the way I shut you out a few weeks ago. You've been confessing your feelings to me since we were teenagers, and now it's my turn to tell you exactly how I feel about you."

"Jungkook, the truth is... I like you so much. I like you more than I've ever liked anyone. Ever. I said this was just a summer fling, and I was lying. I was lying because there's no way a simple summer fling could make me feel the way you do. There's no way a simple summer fling could make me want not just summer with you, but also fall and winter, and spring and every summer that comes next."

You hadn't realize when your eyes filling up with tears until the sight of him starts blurrying in front of you. His fingers reach yours, his thumb comforting on your skin. "____, it's okay-"

"I'm not done yet." you sniffle, gathering enough courage to continue. "I brought you a lemon sherbet because you said it was your favourite. But you also implied I was your favourite, and I want to keep being you favourite, but now it's already melted and-"

The corners of Jungkook's lips start pulling upward as he tugs you towards him, his heart loudly jumping inside his chest. "Shhh, come here."

He takes the ice cream from your hand and places it on his desk. Then he's helping you onto his lap, your head tucked under his chin and your arms wapping on their own around his neck.

He doesn't care about your sticky fingers or the wet stains of your tears in his shirt. The only thing he cares about is the fact that you're right there, letting him engulf your frame and drown in the scent and warmth he'd misses so much.

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The first day of June has Jungkook sweating and wishing for a haircut. Jungkook usually hates summer. He hates the fact that he has to shower at least twice a day, and the fact that the heat is almost unbearable to sleep in and also the fact that he's easily sunburnt.

This year, however, Jungkook likes summer a little bit more.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you have an appointment?" it's the fact that you're starting to wear those summer dresses he loves so much, and the fact that your skin glows under the sun like glitter, and also the fact that he can lick ice cream off of it whenever he desires.

"I am the appointment." your giggle is almost childlike, playing with Jungkook's heart strings. You shut the door behind you, nearing him. You also seem to always have that flush on your cheeks. Although he likes to think part of it is due to him. He doesn't say anything else as he puts his pencil down and instead turns around in the chair to have you immediately on top of his thighs.

Yeah, he also likes the path your lips trace from his cheek, to his jaw, ending at the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. It still makes his body quaver to this day.

"Let me see." he murmurs against you forhear, his hand already working on unbottoning the front of your dress.

"Mijoo hasn't left yet." you whisper back, your smile impossible to supress and the faint whimper impossible to hide when his fingers expose your breast and tug at the titanium barbell adorning the already hardened nub.

Jungkook loves knowing he was the one to do that, and also the only one to play with it. He doesn't hesitate when he dips his head. "As if we'd ever cared about that." he adds, wrapping your sole point in his mouth.

He fucks you on his studio table with your legs around his waist and his tongue playing with both your breasts, the tattoo sketches long forgotten, scattered on the floor as he whispers against your flesh something that sounds a lot like 'I love you'.

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