#on the outside i am calm and in the tags i scream
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a/n: not sure if other countries have rubbish chutes but my country does! i have to get out of my house to go to the common floor chute to throw my rubbish so this is just a little drabble based on that + spider-man!gojo :) / tagging @osaemu @jabamin @shotorus @hyomagiri @mysugu ✶
“yes, yes! i’ll take out the trash—” you’re shouting to your mom when you’re called upon again, the third time within ten minutes to take the trash out. through your one-sided airpods (your left one always dies first), you can hear your mom tying the plastic bag and cleaning up at the sink.
it’s always been her bringing it to the chute outside your house; occasionally, you’d help but routine has never really let you do it, so later when you’re awkwardly tucking your phone into your pocket and listening to charlie burg’s voice through the right airpod, you can’t help the grimace that takes over your features at the wetness all over the trash bag.
“oh, it’s just water; stop being dramatic!” your mom chastises whilst on her nightly cup of water, gulping down the beverage before nodding towards the master bedroom, “i’m gonna go to sleep first.”
you hum in a half-hearted response, a little annoyed that you were interrupted from your lazing around but you still manage a soft goodnight when she disappears into the room and the house falls quiet. apart from the background classical music that plays from the stereo in the room and the laughter of the older kids downstairs outside, you’re living in a world of both music and silence, feeling a little disoriented by the one-sided song.
the walk to the outdoor chute is short in your oversized puffer jacket, flip-flops seemingly slapping against the floor in attempts of waking up all your neighbours beside you but thankfully they don’t seem to mind when you walk past their homes. it’s cold, feeling the snow that beats into the open corridors that lead to the rubbish chute. beside it, there’s a ledge that overlooks the other buildings, too.
with one swift step to the foot lever, the chute opens and you’re dumping the trash bag into the dirty, stained metal device and with a listening ear, you grin when you hear the bag travel through the tunnel and reach the bottom with a big plunk!, not really realising the ledge now held something.
or someone.
“h—”
if your slippers didn’t wake the neighbours up, your scream definitely did when spiderman himself hops off the ledge and leaps forward to place his palm over your mouth. it only fuels your desire to scream even more before you remember that your damn boyfriend is the vigilante that the police are looking for and citizens are rooting for more and more and that calms your racing heart just a bit.
but you still give him his due treatment . .
“what!” smack. “the!” smack. “fuck!” smack. “were!” smack. “you!” smack. “thinking?!” smack.
. . even if the widening of his spider-man mask eyes were adorable.
“sorry! sorry, sorry—” spider-man!gojo only continues to apologise but you can tell he’s enjoying it at least a little, hands gripping your biceps to help you to centre yourself. and as you predicted, once your boyfriend pulls off his mask, there’s a shit-eating grin and a cheeky glint in his eyes.
you muster the most unimpressed face you can — “really? i’m starting to think you’re not really sorry,” your mouth twists when you roll your eyes, getting ready to make a show of heading back into your house before he brings you into his arms. even with a hint of faux protest from you, you’re melting into his embrace, grumbling into his chest.
there’s a hint of wetness along his suit that you feel against your body, probably from the snow outside, but mostly you can feel the cold air against your hair and laboured breaths in your ear.
“i am! i missed you . .” he mumbles, suited fingers gripping your body tight against him like you were an apparition, “i just wanted to, uhm—”
it’s rare that you see your boyfriend having such a hard time with words, but it’s a cute sight when he pulls away and stumbles in his sentences and quickly removes the backpack that he’s webbed to the wall outside. there’s a noise of surprise from you as you watch him crawl outside on all fours and rip the backpack, scrambling to remove something from it.
and you’re so caught off-guard — in his hands are a ruined bouquet of flowers and a mixtape he’s put together for you — that you giggle at the state of it and coo at his downcast expression. he’s looking in the bag, outside, anywhere for what might’ve been the culprit to make the flowers turn out that way until he realises he had bought them a tad bit early and had been swinging around with it the whole day.
“aw . . satoru, they’re still pretty!” you take the gift with grateful hands, something you cherish despite his busy schedule of school and fighting villains. “but maybe don’t go on missions when you’ve got fresh flowers in your bag?”
satoru whines at that as he instinctively webs his backpack again, sulking until you’re leaping forward to give him another tight hug. alas, you would’ve preferred the comfort of his familiar hoodie but you can settle for the spandex of his suit as you squeeze him tight, ignoring the cold air that seeps into your bones.
“thank you, thank you ’toru . .” you smile, pulling away slightly before you take in the state of him. you didn’t have much time before, but now you can fully appreciate his white stark hair that matches the snow outside and the blue of his eyes that mirror his suit.
“it’s the thought that counts right?” he asks awkwardly, scratching his head with the hand that clutches his mask.
you burst out laughing, “yes. yes it indeed is,” you smoothen out his hair, but not before you’re forming an idea, “i’ll— i’ll go put these in water and see if i can salvage them. you, stay here.”
with one peck to his cheek, you’re off back to your house but the bouquet of flowers is only left on your bedside table. in your hands are something else, a scarf and beanie that you take back to the area of the rubbish chute.
it’s not a place you deem romantic, but you’d never pass up a surprise visit from your superhero boyfriend. when you get back he’s removing the fallen petals from his bag, interrupting his activity when you place the scarf around his neck.
“here,” you smile, wrapping it around once and tucking in the ends, “it’s cold.”
satoru looks at you like everything good in the world, a bright grin breaking through when your eyes meet his in the midst of your adjusting.
“just so you know, you might not see this scarf ever again, sweetness.”
you laugh, “why? cause it’s got my scent all over it?”
gojo shrugs and gestures, “partially, but also it might fall off while i’m doing big boy things and swingin’ around in the neighbourhood.”
you push his shoulder lightly and joke, “if my scarf touches the city ground, you’re never hearing from me again.”
and all he does is cross his heart and hold out his hand, “i humbly hold your promise to my heart, your royal highness.”
gently you pull him towards you with the scarf ends, careful not to choke him. there, your lips collide with his glossed ones that manage to stay like that despite the cold weather, while your chapped ones only surprise him. but he swallows the shock soon enough, humming into the kiss softly as he wraps his suited arms around you. you’re so warm, puffer jacket and all and his neck is already heating up from the scarf and his flustered state, enough heat to fuel him through the night.
when oxygen becomes scarce you find that you need to pull away, met again with his pretty eyes that soften just by looking at you, but you both know that he needs to go when the notifications on his phone don’t stop. it’s probably his trackers notifying him about the villain, so you help him put on his mask, making sure the eye holes fit exactly where it needs to go and the sewing lines up with the rest of his suit. the beanie goes on last.
“baby— i . . i just needed to come see you before i fight green goblin,” he mumbles, brushing hair from your face and even with the barrier between the both of you, you know he’s smiling under, “some good luck would suffice, don’t ya think?”
“it would. now, go.” you pat his cheek, pulling away reluctantly as he slings his backpack and you suddenly feel cold again. “stay safe, spider-man.”
satoru cannot wait until he’s in your arms again, so he lunges forward and pulls his mask up just to his nose to give you one last kiss and you indulge him; when your eyes open, he’s already on the ledge.
“merry christmas, baby.” you can see the familiar stunning smile and a soft confession before he’s hopping off and you’re running to it to watch him swing away with a loud, lovesick laugh that sounds a little too much like the star student, gojo satoru, but it doesn’t matter when you know you’re the only one who knows his secret.
part two
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Pairing: Rain x f!Reader
Rating: Everyone
Tags: Fluff, cuddles with Rain, overworked reader.
Summary: After countless hours of translating ancient texts, Rain wants to make sure you sleep.
A/N: I had to choose whether to make Rain sweet or absolutely feral for this fic. Sweet won out in the end. This is my first time writing Rain so I hope I did him justice!
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2:35 AM
The numbers blurred together as you closed the book in front of you, groaning as a ball of pressure formed at the base of your skull. Sister Imperator had been adamant that these ritual texts be translated as soon as possible and being one of the only translators on hand meant studying long hours in the night with little to no company.
The sister who kept the library organized and maintained had checked on you well before ten, no doubt to remind you of the late hour. However, you had thanked her for her concern and waved her off before diving back into the ancient texts. Pangs of hunger made you wish you had heeded her warnings as you stood, stretching muscles stiff with inactivity.
Ah well. The kitchens were closed now. Not much to do about it.
The library was dim, the main lights turned off long ago. Heading towards the door, you pulled it open with a dull creak, the wood groaning as it shifted. The hallway was even darker and there was a second of hesitation. Sometimes it wasn’t wise to wander the halls of the Ministry after dark. Siblings had told you of strange noises plaguing the hallways at night, screams and laughter being a few of the notable ones.
‘It’s not that far.’ The thought repeated like a mantra in your head, as you tried to calm yourself. The dorms that the siblings slept in truly weren’t far away, but normally the paths to and from were well lit and not plunged in darkness as they were now.
The light echo of your footsteps did nothing to ease your nervousness as you walked down the hall, fighting the urge to turn around and investigate the slight noises coming from the darkness of the other corridor.
‘Calm down. There’s nothing there.’
A scream rose in your throat as a hand gripped your arm and a slight sting of pain blossomed in your back as it hit the wall, coexisting for a moment with your headache before fading away. Wide blue eyes stared back at you and the fear drained from your body, leaving only exhaustion.
“Sorry, sister.”
Rain smiled sheepishly, pulling you gently away from the wall. The water ghoul patted your arm comfortingly and you gave a tight smile in response. He was dressed in a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, something way more casual than the uniform most had grown accustomed to seeing the ghouls in.
“What are you lurking around in the dark for?” He looked up at you with a passive expression, shrugging slightly.
“Taking a walk.” Leaning against the wall, he smiled, fangs showing slightly. “I could ask the same of you.”
“I was working.”
Searching your face, Rain scowled upon seeing the bags under your eyes as well as other signs of improper care.
“No.”
No?
Grabbing your hand, he pulled you down the opposite hallway, ignoring your protests to stop. After a few twists and turns, you two stood in front of a black door, decorated with some symbols of the Clergy.
‘The Ghoul Dorms?’
It wasn’t your first time in the dorms, having spent a lot of time with the ghouls themselves whether it was reading in a corner with Mountain or laughing as Dew swore up and down you cheated at Mario Kart or anything in between.
As Rain dragged you through the common room, you looked at the various doors you passed, assuming most of the ghouls were already asleep. Finally, he pulled you into a room at the end of a hallway, shutting the door behind you.
The smell of petrichor enveloped you as you realized it was Rain’s room. A few books lined a shelf with various decorations and a few plants that he had once gotten as a gift from Mountain. His guitar sat perched on it’s stand and a small window showed a beautiful moonlit view outside the Ministry.
Gently, Rain pulled you towards the bed, gesturing for you to lay down. The bed looked soft and inviting but you stubbornly looked at him, raising an eyebrow. Sighing, he crossed his arms, giving you a look that you had once seen Aether give Dew when he disapproved with whatever he was doing.
“You aren’t sleeping well,” He said softly. “I want to make sure you get proper rest.”
Before you could say anything else, he frowned, holding his hand out, eyes pleading.
“Please.” Taking your hand, he squeezed it softly. “Let me take care of you.”
“Fine.”
Brightening instantly, Rain lifted up the covers, ushering you under them and tucking you in like a prized possession. The instant your head hit the pillow, your eyes felt heavy and you mumbled a word as you fought the warm embrace of sleep. Rain looked back at you over his shoulder as he went to turn off the light and step out.
“Stay.”
Pausing, Rain took a moment to make sure he heard correctly before he crossed back over to the bed. Lifting up the covers, he pulled you towards him, purring softly as his chest pressed against your back. He could tell you were losing the fight as you cuddled into the pillow, evoking a small smile from him. Laying down, he wrapped his tail loosely around you, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Sleep well, (Y/N).”
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Closer: Too Close (II)
Closer Closer: Too Close (Teaser) Before this comes: Closer: Too Close Masterlist Taglist
Plot: To have each other close is something that you both always wanted, in a way or another. It’s just that… closer may be too close for you to handle.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Domestic, Humor, Friends to Lovers
Wordcount: 47.5k
Content Warning: Dirty talk, swearing, pining, mentions of masturbation, masturbation, praise, cunnilingus, cum eating, unprotected sex, mentions of blowjob, squirting, public sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, love making, creampie
Author’s Note: Hello, here it is!! Honestly I didn’t think I would write a second part to Closer, I felt like the end of that was the best I could give to these two, but it received so much love and when I read it again I couldn’t hold myself back. Still, I consider the first part the main one, you can read that without having to read this. I would add though, that these two here just make me want to scream for the bond they have. I didn’t say the time I would publish it to feel a little more relaxed with the editing but you asked me before and I thought I’d make it on time for 1 am KST so sorry if I kept you waiting! I hope you’ll like this, and happy birthday Jungkook! Take this as a little gift💜
P.s I hate tumblr, I had to split the story in different parts because it was too slow and apparently every post has a limit of 1000 blocks, so here you’ll be able to find the beginning of your reading:
Closer: Too Close, it’s all part of the same story!
If you want to be tagged in my taglist to get notified when my other works will come out let me know here, under this post, with a message or an ask. Feel free to talk to me for whatever, I always appreciate your messages!🫶🏻💜
Jungkook is standing not too far, eyes on the ground and hands deep in the pockets of his skinny jeans he munches on his lips nervously and you see already that he’s trying to take in deep breaths, his chest is swelling.
«Koo» you call out as you get closer. He turns immediately, eyes meeting yours without any efforts.
«What happened?»
He shakes his head, looks over at the building in front of him. You take his side, attach your back to the wall of the restaurant.
«What is it?» you ask.
«Talk to me,» your hand strokes his back «please?»
Silence fills the space between you, the space outside, every road near to you for a second. Time goes by slow as you wait for him to say anything, the way his breath comes out shaky makes you munch on your lips. A clacson echoes from afar and Jungkook finally opens his lips, but just to close them again for a few seconds.
«I- We’re still the same» he blurts out.
«We’re still best friends and you’re still my friend» he doesn’t even look at you as he speaks.
«What- what does that mean? Of course, we’re still-»
«You’re still my best friend and it’s fucking killing me, Y/n» he finally faces you. What you read in his expression is scary, it makes you lower your shoulders and double check for any signs of teasing, but there’s isn’t any.
«What- I’m not following you»
«I can’t-» he shakes his head «I can’t do this. I love you so fucking much it’s freaking killing me and you’re here putting Taehyung’s perilla leaves in his rice when I can’t even hug you in public»
«What-»
«What what?» he exclaims, gesturing with hands «You’re still my best friend! Nothing changed and I-»
«Everything changed, Jungkook!» you can’t believe what he’s saying.
«I love you! What do you mean nothing changed?»
«It doesn’t matter- not- it matters, fuck it matters, but it doesn’t matter cause I can’t show you!» his tone raises.
You feel the need to wrap your arms around him suddenly. You’re blowing smoke through your ears but the need to make him calm down takes over and all you end up doing is take him in your hold and squeeze him tight. Jungkook stays limp with his head hanging onto your shoulder, eyes watering as your hands stroke his back. It remembers him of when he was shaking and crying before he blurted his feelings out, the fear of losing you and the need of having you but not as close as he wants look kind of similar now. He knows, fuck he knows it deep inside him that your love is enough, more than enough actually, more than he ever could ask for, but having to restrain himself from showing it it’s so fucking hard that it’s killing him. Especially when he sees you do those little gestures for the others, while he keeps repeating himself that he should be careful. You’re not even the same as before, it’s all blurred just like his vision right now.
«Talk to me?» you whisper. He lets out a deep breath, shaky and frail, totally vulnerable now that he has you wrapped around him. He digs his nose into your skin, nuzzles in the crook of your neck just for the sake of it. He has you, he repeats to himself. He has you.
«I feel like-» he gulps «like I have you only when we’re alone. Like- you belong to me only when we’re together»
His fingers entangle with the cloth of your dress as you stroke his neck slowly. You wait for him to add more, but there’s only the raise of his chest against yours following.
«Why did you have to do that?» he whines high pitched.
«What did I do?» you hum. His digits dig into your back.
«The perilla leaf» he whines again. It hits you just now and Jungkook feels his cheek burn at his words cause he knows that it may sound childish, but it’s just- annoying.
«You’re- the perilla leaf? You’re jealous?» you can’t believe it.
«Cause I peeled off his perilla leaf?»
«Yes!» he nuzzles his nose deeper into you, almost as if by doing so his mind could hide from the outwardly flimsy problem.
«You should do that to me! It’s intimate, too sweet to do with him!»
«Jungkook, I was helping Taehyung out, he’s my friend»
«You helped him with your chopsticks, that you put into your mouth and eat from, and it’s- why didn’t you do it with me?» he mewls. You seriously don’t think you should be laughing right now, cause he’s serious and it’s something important for him yet you can’t help but find the situation amusing.
«You were fine on your own!» you blurt.
«And I would’ve done the same if-»
«No you wouldn’t, cause you don’t want them to know that there’s more between us» he squeezes you tighter but levels his face to yours, blinking as he takes in your closeness.
«We’re barely speaking when we’re all together. You’re so into not showing what we are that you’re barely acting like you’re my best friend, it wasn’t like this before»
«That’s not true! I-»
«The other time, you didn’t greet me,» he reminds you of what happened at Eunji’s place «yesterday when I came in you didn’t say anything»
«Cause they were there» you huff back, but he just raises his eyebrows and nods.
«Yes, but it wasn’t like this before. You- didn’t even say hi. Earlier too, all you do is… getting far. I can’t even put my arm around you anymore that- you feel the need to part, at Taehyung’s place too, why do we have to wait?» he keens at the last sentence.
«You’re far, too far and I- I can’t… I don’t like this. I feel like we’re not- like we’re back at having each other but not wholly. I want- shit, I want you. I want to have you, in front of everyone,» he blubbers as he stares down at you «I don’t want to care if they see us being too sweet or clingy and just being a couple»
Jungkook isn’t filtering his words anymore. His chest feels heavy and now he realises that- it was this that was making him annoyed. Getting to you for a second but feeling distant the second later, this continuous game of seesaw where you’re on the same board, apparently on the same page but still so far and out of reach, you balance yourself on the same point only for just a second, and then you’re back to where you were.
His breath fans your face and your hair tickle your skin, he lays his forehead on yours: «I can’t hold it back, I’ve been holding myself back for so much time that… I don’t want to. And I know that you need time and you’re doing this to get used to us and it’s going to happen soon anyway but- I just wish I could show you. I want to do the same that Jin does with Hana and Yoongi with Hyunjoo and even Jimin with Eunji, I-» he stops himself to let out a deep breath and tries to regain his lucidity.
He knows, he knows that you’re doing this to love him in the right way for you but… he just can’t hold it back anymore. Too much time, too many years, too many moments in which he wished he could just be more for you, too many feelings never told or shared. Your love is enough to keep him through all of this, to make him keep going without asking a second time to where you’re heading, but when you seem out of reach its just-
«It’s scary» he realises.
Silence fills the air up again and for a moment Jungkook feels as far as he’s ever been even though he’s in your arms in front of you, just an inch away.
«I’m scared» he breathes out. His eyes previously lost in thought now look at you with more focus.
«It reminds me of when we were friends and all I could do was wonder how it could be and have you only when we had sex. When I made love to you that time, I-» he shakes his head «I felt like it was going to be the most I could get of you, and I needed to cherish it and live it as much as possible cause I knew that you didn’t want more from me and that that was all I could get. Like I had to get enough from it, cause it was the closest I could have you and in the deepest way possible. That time, it felt consuming and I cried so much when you left my bed cause I knew- I knew that it was it, just that»
«Even though I had you in the deepest way possible you- you weren’t mine. And I know that it’s different now cause we talked about it and we’re trying but- I don’t want to feel this,» his fingers cradle the shirt on his chest «I don’t want to get just enough of you»
He munches on his lips for a few seconds, eyes low on his shoes as he tries to understand the right words to say, they just get mixed up and all he can do is hoping for you to realise what he’s meaning.
«I want to love you. I wanna be sweet and gentle and I want to see your eyes shine when you look at me cause you’re in love with me as much as I’m in love with you. I don’t want to always wish for us to be alone to be able to have you in this way, and I know that you’re doing this to get used to us and feel more comfortable but it’s making me lose my mind. Taehyung is always hugging you and doing all kinds of stuff and I’m- I’m your boyfriend» it sounds more like a question than an affirmation «and I can’t even hug you as I used to cause you think they would understand. I can do it, but know just- it’s killing me»
His rant comes to an end. He just shuts his mouth, regains his breath as he looks at your face, he desperately tries to understand what you’re thinking and feeling, his heart thumps in his throat and he’s sweating even though it’s almost about to rain and there’s a soft wind blowing. Truth is, his words leave you thoughtless. You don’t know what to think, what to say, what’s the right answer. Because inside you, you’re the one who wants him wholly. You want him, crave for his love, need his lips, yearn for his comfort and words, breathe for his presence. But outside, when you’re met with the world, all you can do is face the way you are and understand what you should be doing to make this relationship solid and strong. Maybe you’ve been wrong all along and should’ve just lost your senses to him from the very beginning. You should’ve told to everyone what happened between you and should’ve just took it as it was, but something inside you doesn’t fit well with it because you just don’t feel ready enough. You love him, you love him so much you’d be ready to do everything he asks you to, but this somehow makes you quiver.
«I’m scared too,» you breathe «cause what if- like, what if we do this and it doesn’t work? What if we’re not ready, if I can’t love you right? I know Jungkook my friend and how to love you in that way, I don’t- it’s sounds stupid, but what if the way I love you isn’t what you were seeking for me all this time and I just- let you down? If I’m not enough and everyone knows, what will we do then, these are the thoughts that stop me. Not for our friends or in general, but for us too, how will we act? I’m scared because- fuck, the thought of losing you makes me freeze in fear, Jungkook. I’m trying, I’m really trying to getting used to this but before- before it was… it didn’t feel like a thin line between us. Like, I knew that you were there even if we screamed and yelled at each other, you were just there. If we break up, our friendship… what will happen to that? What-»
«It’s not happening» he cuts you off. You shake your head.
«You say that now, but-»
«No, I say it cause it’s not happening, in any near vision of the future I have or the rarest ones» his nostrils flatter as he speaks and his tone is firm and still as a mountain on the ground, roots deep and strong in his soil.
«I loved you for six years. I went through hell just to get to this, I loved you for every second of the day and all I did was be beside you,» he clenches his jaw «it’s simply not happening. For me, at least. I know what I feel, and I know that the only reason I kept staying beside you was because of you, simply. I love you» his eyes are watering.
«I love you so much that I don’t picture myself without you. I don’t see a future where you’re not in it, and even though I know I could live without you, I just don’t want that» he shakes his head with vigour, his eyes glued to yours make you gulp harshly.
«Even when we fight, even now. It’s still the same as before, you can yell at me and tell me that you hate me, that I’m annoying, I’m a jerk or whatever the hell you want but- I’m grounded. I don’t move, I don’t care. If there’s a scenario in which you won’t love me anymore then-» he cuts himself off, his right eye spilling out a tear that marks his cheek «all I could do would be to accept it. But that won’t happen for me. I know it, it won’t. I’ll be waiting with my arms open like I told you last time and the time before, even in this kind of relationship. You’re still my best friend, other than my partner and- I won’t waver. I promise you, and I’m so sorry if in some way I made you think that you couldn’t love me in the way I want you to cause- no» he scoffs as his eyes fill up more with tears.
«Hell, no. There’s no one that could love me in a better way, I- your love is just- it consumes me. It makes me feel in all kinds of way and I can’t get enough of it. I want it, all the time and in every situation because of that» he sniffles and licks his lips, the salty taste of tears makes him look down once more to the ground.
«I don’t want to pressure you. I don’t want to do anything that might scare you off and I’m as scared as you now cause- what if you’re saying this cause you’re- you’re giving up? You don’t want… I can’t even say it»
«Jungkook, no» something inside you makes you grab him by his shoulders. His lips are reddish and his cheeks wet make your eyes tingle. Shit, no.
«What if I scared you off with everything I said? You might say no now but if you’re not ready to tell them, it means you’re insecure about us, right?» his lips tremble slightly and god, your heart clenches.
«You don’t know if there’s a future for us, what I see isn’t there for you» his voice is so thin that you feel you’re about to break. And as if it wasn’t enough, it starts to rain almost as if someone from the clouds was listening ready to answer to all of his negative thoughts with a sign. His eyes stay on yours though, a shadow of fear lights them up just to hide between his pupils a second later. Jungkook munches the inside of his upper lip.
«You know I don’t move fast and I like things to take their time, right? It was just what I feel but it doesn’t have to be what you feel now, but I love you. For real baby, it doesn’t matter if for now you don’t see us together in the future, just-»
«I see that, Jungkook» you stop his words with a caress of your hand on his wet cheek, nodding. You could- you couldn’t bare the thought of him having such worries in his mind, not when your soul is so intertwined with his that you can’t see anymore where yours starts and ends.
«I see it, but it feels scary cause we’ve never been on this path before. It’s different, but I see us in that way. I’m just scared that my fantasy might not become reality, that’s- that’s why I wanted to get used to this first but now- I can’t» you shake your head. You see his face go from relieved to understanding to scared again, hands grabbing your sides at the fear of you walking away and out of his reach for the last part of your statement. He tells himself to breathe, to just wait for you to speak and relax but all he can do is hold his breath until he’s running out of air.
«I can’t do this if it hurts you. I don’t want to, so- what… what do you think we should do? Do you want to tell them? Do you-»
«I didn’t tell you all of that to convince you to tell them. It was just becoming too much and I couldn’t hold it anymore in, you don’t have to- I mean, maybe I hoped you would’ve, but you don’t have to» he pulls you closer to nuzzle his face against your neck once more. His tears wet your skin and you feel his hot breath fanning you when he realises a sigh at the contact, your body still close and your arms wrapping around him once more just as you did at the beginning of your talk. It’s reassuring, familiar. It makes him relax a bit and melt into you.
«To have you like this it’s not enough because I wish I could show you and give you more than what I can give when we’re only by ourselves, but if that’s what you want and need now…»
«Let’s tell them» you blurt. Your hand caresses his hair, eyes staring at the wall in front of you. Jungkook hums with a cute astonished tone that makes you scoff and tell yourself that it will be okay, his face raises to yours to study your features. You gulp down your insecurities for as much as you can and nod at him.
«Let’s tell them. I don’t want to hurt you by keep doing this. I think that-» you breathe in deeply, pondering on what his words made you realise just a second ago «my doubts are still going to be here for as long as I don’t get comfortable enough with this, like with myself not being scared. If it will take long, we’ll have to act like this for too much time? And I guess that if my fears are going to become real it will happen anyway even if they don’t know»
«What do you mean it will take long?» he smacks your asscheek lightly, a endearing smile appears on his lips. It makes you smile too.
«It will take long to get used to me loving you?» he scoffs loudly, eyes moving to the side for a second and then getting back to yours.
You giggle at him, squeeze him tighter «You know what I mean» you huff.
«And yes, I’m still not used to you loving me in this way too»
«I will help you get used to it,» he pecks your cheek «just please do what you feel more comfortable to. Don’t feel pressured or forced, I don’t wanna do that. Whatever way, baby. I’m willing to accept whatever you can give me»
«Let’s not do that anymore,» you let out a shaky breath «maybe I need to feel a bit of pressure to do this, so please pressure me? Let’s go inside and just tell them? Pressure me, please»
Jungkook doesn’t mean to, but he laughs at your words. He laughs and throws his head back, hair a bit damp and laughter crystal clear and high pitched. Only when he comes back with his eyes on you the corners of his lips lower and set themselves on a little, sweet and reassuring smile that makes your heart fuller.
«Y/n, I can really wait. But just reassure me from time to time cause I’ve been holding back for so much and sometimes-»
«Can you reassure me too, now? And push me over the edge a little? It’s- bad to say it but I think I really needed for you to break out like this to make me gather the courage to face what really scared me. I think that it will help me to have you like this, in other situations too? Maybe it will feel more like before and my mind will stop drawing the line between friendship and- this, and realise that it’s just the same as before»
You really believe it, or at least have faith in it. Maybe feeling him the way you used to feel him before, without having to worry of getting yourselves away from the eyes of your friends or the others in general will make you feel more comfortable, more familiar with what you’re sharing without the fear of losing it, because it’s just the same as before. Jungkook is still your best friend, will always be. You want him to tease you when your hair are both grey and to kiss you when your energies won’t be as high as now, bring some comfort and sense of youthful to your older days. To be honest, you always had that image in your mind. Even when you didn’t know what you were feeling… Jungkook was always there, in your farthest visions of future, teasing and annoying the hell out of you with his ways but still there after all the time. It’s just the same as before with this too, you guess.
«And this? What’s this?» he pinches your hip teasingly, making you hiss at him.
«Aish, Jungkook!» you keen at the muffled pain and he beams lightly, covering the injured zone with his hand.
«Sorry,» he pouts, eyes big «does it sting?»
«A little, I felt better before» you scoff.
«This what?» you echo, he clicks his tongue.
«You said friendship and this. What’s this?» he’s smiling even as he speaks, cheekbones high. And with his eyes so deep and profound that shine even under the light drops of the rain you can see it from a mile away that he just wants to hear you say it out loud.
«This,» you peck his petals sweetly, his bottom lip sticks out a little to maintain the contact just a millisecond more as you part, eyes dreamy «relationship?»
He stretches out a hum: «So I’m you’re boyfriend now?» he scoffs.
You raise your eyebrows.
«You said that before. I was just following»
«Keep following then, I like it» he titters, doing his labelled nose scrunch that makes your insides twist and turn.
«We’re in a relationship» he hums again, all smiley and lovey-dovey. You shake your head.
«Are you a teen or what?» you laugh. His chuckles make the sound of the rain become faint until it’s just indistinct silence.
«Yah, stop teasing me! We never said that out loud»
«Just this once» you let go, slapping his asscheek.
«I think you have a problem with my butt,» he clicks his tongue «you like it a little too much, why do you slap it all the time?» he giggles.
«Aish, stop that. We should go back in» you shrug, Jungkook squeezes you just once more.
«That was- I was trying to push you over the edge?» he doesn’t even know what he’s saying.
«Guess that didn’t work» he scoffs. You can’t hold it, you kiss his lips and god yes, this works definitely. He totally wasn’t expecting it, not when you’re outside and your friends just meters away and could come out in any second, not in this way at least. So deeply and loving and needy that he moans in your mouth and his knees feel like jelly, your tongue moves in slow motions and takes all of his love from his chest just to make it yours cause it was yours already in the first place.
«Try something else?» you coo when you part. Jungkook breathes in deep, trying to regain what’s left of his sanity after your attempt at killing him with your sweet ways.
«Are you sure, you really want it?» his tone is serious, thoughtful as he looks for any signs of quiver on your face. Having you like this it’s too much too handle but the thought of forcing you into doing something that may make you uncomfortable feels worse. When you nod sure though, all he can do is promise to try to melt your insecurities more everyday with every part of him and love you in the most honest, vulnerable and deepest way he can. He knows it from the way you’re looking at him that you’re not going to change your mind, you’re just looking for his affirmation, you just need to be encouraged.
«If you really want to, let’s tell them,» he pecks your forehead «just, not today? I feel like they have to tell us something important and I don’t want to shift the spotlight on us»
«What something?» you wonder.
«Don’t know, but it’s weird that they invited just to celebrate officially. We all already knew they were expecting» he caresses your hip as he speaks, after all it makes sense, you guess. It’s been a while since they announced Hyunjoo was pregnant, why celebrate now? They would’ve done it sooner, maybe.
«Okay» you nod. It’s weird how you feel your body lighter, you weren’t realising it before but now you do notice the difference, and it feels- less burdensome. You needed this to let go of what was holding you down and to face your fears, to make your roots stronger in the soil. You just wish for the day you’ll tell them to come soon, because you suppose that the sooner it will be the easiest too to just let go wholly.
«Do you remember what I texted you when you went away?» he lays his chin on your head, speaks as you bend your arms to place your hands on his shoulders. You nod slightly from under him, fingers dipping into his skin as his words flash in your mind.
«It will always be like that,» he mumbles.
«even when you’re not beside me I’ll always keep my arms empty for you, even when things are fine. I’ll keep them open. Even if we fight and scream and hate each other in the moment»
You kiss his neck, when you blink against him your eyelashes tickle him, Jungkook shivers and he’s not sure if it’s because he’s feeling ticklish or because you do things to him that he can’t explain.
«I love you» you murmur, eyes looking up at him. The rain has wetted you hair a bit, thankfully it isn’t too much and it’s already stopping, but even like this you look like you were painted by the gods themselves to him. He holds his breath, smiles first with his eyes.
«I love you too, love»
When you came in your friends were cheerfully talking about Yoongi and Hyunjoo, when you strolled to the table your eyes met yours to check how you were doing. The smile that Jungkook flashed seemed enough to reassure them, making them go back to their conversation, Namjoon peeking over to double check Jungkook’s features.
He takes his sit, hands resting on his lap before he looks at the dish still full in front of him. The rice has cooled but he’s hungry and so are you, you hear Jimin ask meat to Jin and Yoongi, Hoseok scolds him and Taehyung laughs at his request, Eunji shakes her head. You eat your perilla leaf with the rice and linger in the slightly minty flavour, humming in contentment at the taste. Taehyung’s dish is empty and you feel his gaze pierce right through you as he peeks at Jungkook from time to time, obviously trying to understand his mood and what happened. You wonder if he knows at least a bit, if the others know too. Maybe Jungkook told them when he had feelings for you?
Eunji kicks her foot on your knee, eyes big and full of questions and you just shrug at her, making her click her tongue in annoyance. She must be thinking that you’re back to sleeping with Jungkook. You decide not to care for now, bringing another bite of food in your mouth, you will tell her soon. The evening goes on cheerfully just like most of the times; Jin talks about the restaurant, Hoseok tells you stories about his new class of dancers, Namjoon talks about the book he read recently and how it made him think about what Yoongi and Hyunjoo have.
«Yah, geumanhae» Yoongi moves his hands in front of his face, his cheeks red but he’s smiling.
«Hyung, for real!» you can say that Namjoon is enjoying making him flustered.
«It really made me think»
Hyunjoo smiles, tapping her hand on her boyfriend’s shoulder.
«What are you so shy about?»
«I’m not shy, I’m flustered»
«That’s the same thing!»
«It isn’t!» he raises her eyebrows at her. Namjoon shakes his head. Jimin’s laughter suddenly fills the table, loud and giggly he covers his mouth with his fist as he bends over the table.
«Sorry, but-» he laughs again «I just remembered when Yoongi hyung came home after meeting you for the first time» he points at Hyunjoo, eyes narrowed as he keeps giggling. Jungkook and you break out too, suddenly remembering the scene.
«Aish, hajima!» He whines again and throws his head back, but the scene was just so hilarious that it would be a waste not to share it.
«She has to know this» Jimin shrugs.
«What happened?»
«I was-» he keeps on laughing «I was cooking with Y/n and Jungkook was sitting on the couch. He came in staring at his phone and didn’t even see him»
Jungkook nods: «Actually, I was laying on the couch» he snorts
«Aigoo» she already pictures where this is going.
«He sat on him-»
«He didn’t just sit! He threw himself on the couch!» Jungkook cuts him off, face contracted in a scowl of pain.
«Me and Y/n-» he laughs pointing at you, full teeth on display.
«We just heard them from the kitchen but it was hilarious. Turns out he was staring at your pictures on Instagram» you explain.
«I never thought Yoongi hyung could wait so much,» Jungkook chuckles, hands rubbing his thighs «his weight, aish he isn’t even that big but I was sleeping and suddenly- bang!» the sound effect he makes at the end sends you rolling on the floor with laughter, Yoongi’s shocked sounds still echoing in your ears.
He covers his face with his hands, Hyunjoo laughs beside him as the others do the same. She pulls him to him, the man shakes his head and hides in in her neck, hair falling over to hide him from the embarrassment. You see her whisper something to him but don’t know what she’s saying, Yoongi nods slightly and sits back straight, a big smile on his face.
«After you’re done with making fun of me, we have something to announce» he clears his throat. Hyunjoo stands up from her chair, her hand reaching his shoulder again while she looks down at you all and Yoongi takes his place beside her with a big beam, his hand cupping her belly lovingly. Jungkook’s eyes shot wide open, lips contracted in a “o”. The table fills with silence, everyone is waiting for them to speak and you can feel the excitement bubble up for the news.
«We’re expecting-» she gets cut off by the dumbass beside you.
«A girl! I can feel it» you smack your best friend’s shoulder.
«Shut up» you scold. Hyunjoo laughs, her eyes on you two.
«Yoongi» she calls. The man beside her nods.
«A princess» he scoffs looking at Jungkook, annoyed and amused at the same time.
«It’s a girl!» he literally screams. After that it’s just smiles and happiness, everyone is clapping and the restaurant gets filled with hugs and pats and words of encouragement.
Jungkook grins widely, his teeth exposed and eyebrows raised he claps his hands and gets up to hug his friend, just after Jin. Your beam is contagious and it only makes Jungkook smile more, when you look at him his eyes sparkle. Promises to be the best aunts and uncles for the soon to come baby are shared, Yoongi is already talking about some names that they thought about, Hyunjoo has her eyes wet.
You can’t wait, nobody can’t. Seeing Yoongi get to know Hyunjoo and fall in love was one of the experiences that you feel lucky to have witnessed. You saw him madly in love, watched him when he thought that she wasn’t the type of person to go well with him because of their different personalities, saw them fall in love and fight more than a bunch of times and do it all over again. You remember when he told you he couldn’t live anymore without her, relive the time he cried with you and Jimin cause he was missing her when they had a bad fight and she needed to spend some time on her own, see them happy now after trying for a year. Their story brings tears to your eyes almost every time you think about it, it’s one of those that you would love to read about. You love both of them so much that you couldn’t wish for anything better, cause they already are the best of the best for each other, and all you can do is start to count the days until you’ll meet the result of their incredible love.
Your house is silent and the atmosphere cozy, Jungkook’s fingers are softly stroking your hair on the couch and your mind is full of him and him only. How he talked to you today, the words he said, the safeness and reassurance they brought to your uneasy mind, the love in his eyes and the salty tears on his cheeks. It fills you up until you feel an odd sense of belonging and yearning come together and take every living fibre of your body. You snuggle your nose into the side of his neck, his hand runs down your side to engulfs you into him, back against his chest and one of his legs crossing yours laid on the pillows. Jungkook’s chest is firm under you but incredibly comfortable and you find it so big that you feel the need to turn around and hide your face into it just to feel him closer.
Jungkook lets out a airy breath, the softness of your hair makes his fingertips oversensitive just to take in every single detail of you, your body soft and totally limp on top of him to adore, to squeeze and nuzzle into. He wishes he could freeze this moment and make it last for more than he could ever ask for, remember the sensation of it all and keep it locked inside him for when he feels low-spirited or weary.
«Have to shower» you mumble not really inclined to leave his embrace. Jungkook pecks your head sweetly, nods under you but squeezes you tighter.
«I have to shower too. Do you wanna cuddle afterwards or are you going to bed?» his cute lisp makes you smile.
«Wanna cuddle» you munch on your lips, you wish you could see his face when you add «in the shower»
«Hmm?» his hum is one of those that slip out when he’s excited, slightly high pitched and not sure if he heard your words right.
«Let’s shower» you nod sitting up and turning your head to him. Laid on the pillows, his mouth is open and his eyebrows raised.
«Do you want to?»
«Do- do y-you mean together?» he stutters a bit, totally taken aback. His eyes are sparkling with hope and his enthusiasm is given out when he as soon as he speaks, the cute stutter habit he’s always had when he’s enthusiastic. You nod slightly and Jungkook snaps up with his eyes wide.
«Rea- really?»
«Yes,» you smile amused«if you want to?»
«Oh-aish, yes!» he nods eagerly but stops before he passes the point of not return.
«But- are you sure? We don’t ha-»
«I’m sure,» your eyes stay firm into his «I was scared of this too, I guess»
He gulps down, hands coming back to your sides as he rests his chin on your shoulder.
«Open up to me?» his request is low, as if he doesn’t want it to sound like an obligation but more like an invitation, soft and muffled and honey-coated. When he kisses your cheek lovingly you dive deeper against him, the firmness of his chest behind you and the cage of his arms around you make you feel safe in a way that you could never describe. You feel the most frail when you’re in his arms and the most intrepid you’ve ever been at the same time, it makes your chest swell up with a feeling that is bittersweet and so deep that you feel like drowning.
«I guess- I didn’t want us to get too sexual?» you shake your head.
«I thought that it would end up with us fucking, every time you asked me to shower together. It’s probably just the same as sleeping in the same bed, I guess»
Jungkook munches on his lips, slightly nodding.
«You don’t want that?» he’s not asking because he wants that to happen but to understand you fully.
«I don’t know,» you huff «I didn’t, I think. But now I don’t know, like- I was scared that by being too sexual we- kind of lost sense? And I wanted things to move at their pace, not to rush. We’re living together already and it’s like we kind of skipped the part of the beginning of the relationship, the part where you get to know each other»
«I don’t think we’re in that part,» he lets out, hands rubbing your hips «we’ve been in that part already, I think? We know each other- deeply too»
«I know, but like- know each other in a relationship like the one we have now» you explain. He nods again.
«I got what you mean. But I think it’s- we love each other» he brushes his nose against the column of your neck just to tickle you «if we’re already there, how can we go back to getting to know each other? Like- I know what you mean, but I think that only comes with time? Wether you start from something that’s different from what we already had or from our starting point- I just know that I love you. And by that I mean that I want you in whatever way you’re able to have me and be. I don’t care if I find something that I might find annoying or- I love you. I just- want you»
«I realise it now» you squeeze his cheeks between your thumb and the rest of your fingers, his lips puffy and shutting up. Jungkook frowns, hums annoyed but let’s you do your thing, booping his nose and kissing the soft flesh of his cheek. When you let go, his act of displease shatters in pieces and a big beam replaces it on full display.
«I didn’t before»
His arms squeeze you more, he shuts his lips for a while. The feelings in his chest get so mixed up that it’s hard to discern them, he just wishes that you could read through them all to see how transparent they are in fact.
«I love you» he hums, tone childish. It’s so out of the blue that you find yourself giggling and shaking your head, eyes rolling at the way he squeezes you to him. He bites your shoulder lightly as he nuzzles his nose into your skin.
«And what do you mean by losing sense?» he suddenly stops, voice muffled.
«Losing sense, like- only getting sexual? Doing things just to get there, I don’t want that»
«I don’t want that neither, baby» he breathes and rests his chin on you again, hydrates his lips with his tongue.
«I love when we have sex. I love it, it’s like- some type of magic and it’s so intimate and vulnerable that it makes me overwhelmed every time, but- I don’t want you to think that it has to end like that» he shakes his head.
«If it ends like that it’s good, but it doesn’t have to. I love doing things with you just for the sake of it, cause you- you’re the person I want to share myself with»
Your head rests on his shoulder as you let his words engulf you, tone lovely and calm.
«And it- we don’t lose sense if we feel like being sexual too. It’s beautiful, it means that we’re comfortable with each other that much»
«I know but when I think about it, it scares me» you let out a heavy breath.
«Eunji… do you remember how it ended up with that guy?»
«Eunji, what- what guy? The security guard?» he frowns totally out of place. You smack him on his thigh lightly, a scoff coming out of your lips.
«No, Koo. Hyun?»
«Hyun?» his mind is totally blank.
«Hyun, the lawyer. The guy that she was friend with for a little and-»
«Oh! Yes, I remember him» he nods eagerly.
«What does it have to do with us?»
«I don’t know, but- when I talked to her about us and we weren’t together yet she remembered me of what happened with him. I guess that thought blocked me too»
«Eunji knows?» he turns his face, eyes big and lips open.
«She doesn’t, she knows that we used to sleep together though»
He scrunches his nose, goes back to caress your hair.
«What happened with him was- it’s not us. They didn’t have anything. We- we love each other. We’ve been friends for a long time, we saw each other in every way» he puffs out a breath.
«And even if there are times when we’ll get too sexual, that doesn’t mean that we’re just looking for sex. There’s more, there’s trust, there’s-» he stops his rant because you peck his nose «stop that, I’m trying to be serious»
«Oh, sorry» you face in front of you and Jungkook scoffs, giving up just to peck your cheek.
«Baby, for real» he whispers.
«I think it’s normal that in a relationship there are times or periods when there is a high sex drive but that doesn’t mean that we’re looking just for sex or love each other any less»
«I know,» you nod «I’m just scared to get too caught up into it and lose what I have around me- like, lose you»
«It won’t happen,» he clicks his tongue «it won’t cause even if we get too caught up with it, it’s not- just sex» he digs his chin deeper into your shoulder.
«It’s more, I’m not fucking you just because you’re sexy or I find you attractive- it’s a whole different thing. It’s-» his fingers turn your face to make your eyes meet him.
«I’m making love to you. Even if we fuck each others brains out or have sex in Taehyung’s bathroom, there’s always more. There are always emotions and feelings and how much I love you. Every time, every single time. Even- if it’s not romantic at all and it’s just rough and needy, I- love you»
«And to know that you could trust me that much- to make me have that part of you, to allow me to live you in that way too makes me feel so fucking good and happy. How- how could that make us senseless or pointless? It’s love, I’m always making love to you»
«Fuck, stop. You’re gonna make me cry» you don’t think you can hold his words for much longer. Hearing him say things like this makes your brain melt and your insides twist with warmth and safeness and you wish you could just hide from the world and cry your eyes out for how much and how deeply you love him.
He huffs a giggle, kisses your nose, stares at your wet eyes. Jungkook wants to give you everything you never had, everything he can give and more than both you and him could ever imagine. He wants to shower you with all the love he has inside him and with every little spark of it that colors the world. If he could take the light from the sun just to add a drop of love and appreciation to your world, he would do it right the fuck now. You make him want to lose himself and never find it again, live in the melody of your laughter and only see the sight of your smile. If his senses could be commanded he’d feel only when his fingers trace your curves and every part of you, from head to toe, he’d smell only your perfume and taste only your kisses and your salty tears, hear only your laughter and your voice when you sing and see only your eyes and how your shoulders swell when you laugh.
«I’m- I’m here for whatever you’re willing to give and I’ll wait for the things that you don’t feel comfortable with yet» he whispers.
You smile, and fuck, the love he has for you. An incredible amount that he never thought was possible, so much that it makes him crazy and desperate to give it in every way possible. His lips peck yours softly, so lovingly and so feather-like that he feels you shiver against him, back pressed into his chest and his arms wrapped so tight that a world outside doesn’t exist anymore. His lips are soft and they make you addicted with the feelings they bring, your eyes stay shut even when you part. He keeps you close and rests his forehead on yours, smiles at your expression as lost as his.
«I love you,» his thumb strokes your cheek «so freaking much I can’t put it into words»
«I know,» you push yourself more into his hand «it’s the same for me. I just- love you»
When you open your eyes, you’re not sure where the hell you’ve been for all your life. Because to lose this sight- for god’s sake, it’s almost laughable how anyone wouldn’t stop to just stare at him. Yours, he’s yours and he’s always been and for all this time, all these worries and all your insecurities- they can’t outbalance this. Nothing can, nothing when he makes you feel this way, this loved and cherished.
«Let’s shower,» you puff out «let’s shower»
As if it wasn’t clear enough for him the first time. Jungkook nods and his lips peck you once more, when he looks in your eyes to check if you’re certain about what you’re doing they don’t shift, don’t budge for a nanosecond. They stay firm, staring into his pupils and spurring him on more to leave the couch and take care of you and show you how deep his love is. And fuck, it’s so deep that there’s no end to him anymore.
There’s no end to the affection his arms carry with your body between them, holding you close to him even when he’s standing and you’re smacking his ass lightly and making him giggle, no such depth was ever measured in the world. The intimacy between your souls could never be described, it’s so emotional and compelling that you both feel it in your bones, in every nerve, every fibre of your bodies. You’re addicted to it, in love with it and with him with every living piece of you.
You stroll to the bathroom, Jungkook engulfs you in his arms, he stomps his feet against the floor making the both of you stumble twice, giggles filling the air as you enter the room. He opens the water of his shower, checks the temperature before taking off his clothes and laying them on the counter beside the sink, eyes meeting yours when he sees you standing still and eyeing him. Totally naked, you can’t tear you eyes off of him. It’s like his body was painted by Botticelli, Da Vinci maybe. Lines perfect, every ridge and curve sweet but incredibly excruciating, agonisingly beautiful so. Skin yellowish and fair, lips reddish and full, long slender fingers beckoning you to him to hold you close, closer. Close is never enough with you. His cock is half hard but Jungkook doesn’t want to do anything about it, he just wants to feel you like this, have you in this way, linger in the trust you have in him.
You let him hug you, let him kiss you drunk.
Your fingers on his skin feel so good that he doesn’t think he will ever get used to them, they stroke his back as his hands reach the hem of your dress to help you out of it.
«I love you so much» he lays a smooch on your cheek.
«We say it so much» you mumble as you hide your face in his neck. He kisses your shoulder, lets his hand dance on your back in lovingly motions.
«Cause we love so much» he breathes.
His words leave you spinning, your mind is empty but your heart is full and swollen, your eyes travel back on his face to flash a smile at him.
«Undress me» you nod.
He beams devilishly, «Uh? We’re getting confident»
«Oh, shut up,» you shake your head «gonna do it myself-»
«No, no. Let me» he holds you still. His fingers lower back to the edge of your dress, as he grabs the cloth to make it slide on your skin he keeps his sight on your face and feels his lungs losing air when your cheeks color of a faint shade of red, the dress halfway over your hips. His soft lips caress your nose, your forehead and a second later he slides the material off of your arms in the air and over your head- no, he leaves it on your face.
«Jungkook!» your irritated tone makes him erupt in a laugh and finally he takes it off. Your lips are contracted in a pout, a scowl on your face.
«You’re so annoying» you whine.
«I like annoying you,» he pulls you closer to him «you’re cute when you pout»
«I’m always cute» you nod jokingly.
«Aish, too much is too much,» he shakes his head, his right hand smacking your asscheek lightly «should I shut you up?»
«That’s rude» your eyes widen.
«Why? With kisses?» he clicks his tongue.
«Kisses? Oh-»
«You thought I meant-» he stops to laugh, high pitched and melodious «rude?»
«The way you said it was rude, not the- wait, don’t laugh! So annoying, I hate you»
«Aish, such a crybaby» he fondles you into his arms, his nose nuzzles into the crook of your neck and you let the blood that rushed to your cheeks get back to its usual path by hiding your face on his chest.
«It’s not the right moment for that,» he breathes «now I just want to take care of you and shower you with kisses»
«Your cock is hard» you hum sternly, making him scoff.
«Let it be,» he puffs out «we don’t have to do anything about it. I just wanna have you like this,» he kisses your shoulder blade «close and intimate»
His fingers tickle your thighs, they slide perfectly over the cloth of your stockings and he hums on your skin when he hooks his fingers over the band, parting enough to take them off. When he’s done, you finally build up the courage to look down, and god- you wish you didn’t. He’s on his knees, starry night eyes looking up at you, deep and love drunk, totally lost. He look ethereal and so fucking pretty that your knees buckle and you have to close your eyes for a second, only to regain what’s left of yourself.
Jungkook’s fingers travel all the way up from your ankles to your calves, to your knees and your thighs, until they reach your hips and he cups them softly. He kisses under your belly button, makes you look back down at him and a second later he’s lowering your panties and you feel so exposed that you want to cover your eyes. It’s stupid, you know it well but to have him like this, looking at you with his nose almost against your pelvis and his eyes drawing stars in your sky, it’s different than having him in bed. You were making love all the times you were naked in front of each other, and even though you were so exposed that you felt your soul burn with his touch, having him like this hits in a different way, the same intensity, the same love for each other, the same feeling in your chests but just with a different meaning to it.
You lift your feet one at a time to help him get the garment fully off, balancing on one leg and steading yourself with your hand on his shoulder, but when he takes them off he doesn’t get up. You see his cock twitch but his eyes never leave yours, not even when he gets closer and lays the sweetest and consuming kiss on your mound, so chaste but loving and addicting that your heart stops beating. He pushes on the ball of his feet and stands up to tower again over you, a little smile takes over his features and his eyes narrow a little, drunk by the feeling of having you like this.
Your hands move on their own, grabbing his fingers and guiding them behind your back. Jungkook smiles more, pecks your neck and your cheek, the tip of your nose and your shoulder as he fumbles with the clasp of your bra, pushes the straps down your shoulders and lets the garment slide off when he parts from you, a shiver of coldness making his way on your skin at the loss of the warmth that his body provided. He can’t wrap his head around you, how beautiful you are. Every inch of skin makes his fingers itch because he’s just that desperate to feel you, even wantonly.
«You’re breathtaking» his words comes out frail, totally vulnerable and overwhelmed.
«I love you,» he shakes his head, feeling dumb for not being able to find a word that represents his feelings more «I love having this part of you- so exposed, just for me» his shoulders fall, and it seems to you that he’s almost surrendering to the hold you have on him; in fact, he is.
«I promise you, baby, there’s always more. It’s not just when we’re having sex, it’s whatever we do. Whatever I do, there’s always more. You’re- you’re love. You’re the meaning of love- for me. Everything I do, even when I annoy you or just make dinner for you or even when we fight or- it’s because I love you so much it fucking overwhelms me. Whatever we do together, don’t ever think that it’s for the sake of it cause- fuck, I love you all the time, everything I do» he breathes.
The distance between you doesn’t get along to the feeling of warmth you’re craving for, especially when he’s opening himself so much that his chest is looking for air and his voice is full of tenderness. You take a step closer and hold him in your embrace, Jungkook breaths out heavily, his hair tickle your skin.
«So don’t ever think that it’s just about being sexual. It’s not- it’s not like that at all. Every time you- every time you look at me, I could combust just by that. Like this too, having you like this now too makes me feel like I’m- don’t know, can’t even explain it» his voice gets more feeble as he speaks until all there’s left is his whisper in your ears and the thumbing sound of your heart echoing in the bathroom.
Jungkook is- fucking hell, he’s your world. The colours you perceive, the air you breathe, the softness of your sheets, the warmth of the fire in full winter, your favorite dish, the feeling you get when a long and tiring day is finally over. He’s everything and anything all at once and it makes you want to let go of yourself and find yourself at the same time, love deeper than what you could’ve ever imagined.
«I won’t,» you hug him tightly «I won’t do it anymore. Thank you, for- loving me as much as I love you»
Your words have a strange hold on him, he smiles so fucking big but his eyes tingle and he has to bite down on his lips to keep himself rational, cause fuck- he’s still not used to this either. To finally feel you his, under his fingers, in his hold, to have your heart. All the love he had to held back sometimes slaps him in the face and when he faces the reality now it just makes him dizzy.
«Don’t- thank me for that,» he nuzzles his face into you more «I don’t think I could ever stop»
You feel something wet on your skin, just slightly. Jungkook sniffles, and then you get it. Your hands fumble with his hair as you kiss his skin, your fingertips dig into his back.
«Did I- did I make you-»
«No,-» he gulps down, raises his head to look at your eyes «I’m- just- fuck, I’m sorry I cry a lot lately» he scoffs to himself.
«No! No baby, just- let it out» you peck his nose. He scrunches it cutely, takes in a staggered breath.
«It’s nothing, I just- sometimes it still doesn’t feel real. To hear you say that- made me emotional, I guess»
You smile at him. It’s sweet and home-like and a second later you’re squeezing him tighter to you and Jungkook decides to let go. He lays his chin back on your shoulder, closes his eyes, lets your motions lull him and your touch relax him. His cock is tight between you and with your movements you make it a little uncomfortable for him not to focus on the way it throbs and perceives every slight touch as pleasure, but he just lets it be. Having you close like this, so intimately and intoxicatingly bare for him makes him pine to find new ways of loving you, new ways of worshipping every invisible part of you, even the littles ones that no one else ever noticed, not even yourself.
«Are we going in?» you puff out on his skin. He nods his head but doesn’t part yet, strokes your hair just once more.
«I wanna lather you all up» he giggles airily and backs away, beckons you with his head to walk in the shower. Your cheeks are flushed when you take a step towards it with his eyes on you and your body, totally love drunk. He doesn’t look at you with mischief, with something that screams for more though, Jungkook just feels grateful to have this part of you. And when he comes in too you feel your heart beat louder because when you look up at him you see it truly, without even having to try; he loves and burns and drowns and breathes just to do it all over again, with you taking over every part of him. It makes you defenceless, more than you could ever handle. It makes you give up, let your hands fall and just open up to him in every way possible cause the safeness you feel with him, in this little space, right against each other, totally exposed and vulnerable, couldn’t reach you even if you were covered and tucked in the warmest blanket.
You don’t even realise you’re drenched under the water until his hair stick to his face and he pushes them back to regain his sight, totally entranced when he hugs you under the jet. It’s warm, cozy and it feels like the sweetest place in the world when his fingers dig slightly into your skin and he nuzzles against you. He does it a lot, a habit that he doesn’t think he could ever get tired of. It makes him feel closer even if it’s just for a second, it’s intimate and he likes the feeling of you so much that not doing it almost feels like squandering.
«Thank you» it’s muffled by the sound of the water and his lips on your skin but it’s enough to reach your ears.
«For what?» you hug him back. Jungkook hums lightly.
«For letting me have this part of you,» he whispers «for trusting me this much»
«You know you’re the person I probably trust the most»
«I know,» his lips lay a mushy kiss on your shoulder «thank you»
You smile and try to move slightly but with his body towering over yours it’s kind of mocking how you don’t manage to move of an inch.
«Soap,» you call out «come to me!»
And Jungkook is back with his giggles, crystal clear even under the water dropping down and filling up the space.
«What? Why are you like this?» he snickers.
«You won’t make me move!» you laugh.
«I told you I’ll do it,» he clicks his tongue, still giggly «if you call it do you think it’ll come over?»
«Maybe?» you snort «Who knows?»
«Aish, jinjja» he shakes his head incredulous, his nose scrunching when he parts to look at you.
«Don’t scrunch your nose at me» you point your finger on his chest.
«What- why?»
«Too cute,» your fingertip taps on his pec for twice or thrice «can’t stay focused»
«Too bad that now I know it?» he beams, pushes a strand of your hair away from your face.
«Aish- don’t use it against me,» you warn «are you gonna lather me or not?»
«Did I told you you’re annoying today?» he scrunches his nose, once more.
«You did,» you nod «I’m used to it»
«Unbelievable» his hand lays with a snack on your asscheek.
«Yah, and you say I’m the one who always slaps you»
«I still didn’t get the chance to kiss it» he munches on his lips, obviously teasing you with the conversation you had while making love for the first time.
«First you should focus on the bodywash»
He scoffs, gets the bottle from the shelf behind you.
«Okay, now do I get to kiss it?»
«Jungkook!» you literally shriek and he laughs so loud that it becomes all you can hear. You watch his eyes narrow and his head fall back, his shoulders raise and fall and all you want to do is make your annoying best friend shut up and stop being so pestiferous with his teasing but you end up laughing too. Jungkook holds you against him and god, you don’t want to live another life if it doesn’t include this too.
«I’ll stop-» he laughs «I’m just teasing you»
«I know,» you nod «you do it a lot»
He gains back his composure, closes the jet and squashes the bottle to get the right amount of soap on his hand, putting it down just behind you afterwards. He rubs his hands together a bit, just enough to get some lather. He kneels down. Looks up at you. Smiles. His hands grace over your left thigh, just above your knee.
«Does it bother you?» he coos. You take a deep breath to gather your mental strength.
«Not really»
«It comes so naturally with you,» he smiles, his hands start to caress your skin with just the right amount of pressure as he rubs the soap in «we’ve always been like this»
«You more than me,» you shrug «it’s normal»
«It is,» he kisses your hip and you feel like you’re going to die for how much you love him «it’s my love language, I guess»
«I think it’s just your language» you scoff. Your hand moves fast and a second later he’s squeezing his eyes and hissing in surprise at your mischief actions, soaked under the jet while you giggle. You close it just a second later, glancing at the way he bites on his lips.
«Its yours too, apparently» he squeezes your thigh, lowers his hands on your calf.
«Sometimes I wonder if it’s my fault that you’re like this»
«Like this what?» you help yourself on his shoulder, Jungkook beams at you lovingly but his teasing goes on.
«So annoying» he moves on on lathering your foot, the tickly feeling of his fingers makes you wince.
«Oh, yes» you nod.
«I had to survive one way or the other»
«Kiss?» he puckers his lips.
«Hhm?»
«Kiss, give me a kiss?» he coos all smiley. It makes you scoff, how he can move from one thing to another so quickly. Jungkook lets go of your leg as he’s done with his ministrations and you bend to lower yourself to him, his lips still wrinkled and waiting. It’s wet and just a peck but it makes you see the stars and the ocean all at once, the closeness of it.
He lathers your other thigh, your knee, your calf, your foot, gets back up to tell you how pretty and beautiful you are, teases you some more. And then he‘s kneeling again and squashing the bottle of the intimate soap, you didn’t even notice him grabbing it from the shelf behind you, with his eyes focused on the task as he rubs his hands together.
He kisses your hips one at a time, chaste and full affection, his eyes meet yours and when he smiles at you, you know he means something more: «I got you» he blows.
His arm comes around you, his hand on the lower part of your back and the other one cups your pelvis, soft fingers laying just slightly on your lips. You hold your breath as Jungkook lets his fingers slide against you, they part your lips, move forwards and backwards to soap you up properly, rubbing against your most intimate part with such care and such platonically innocence that you feel your soul dance and smile. You feel loved all over, all inside. And when you smile back at him, gosh, it could sound stupid but he thinks this is one of the moments he’ll live again when he sleeps. When he dreams about you, heart pounding and exploding even with his eyes closed and his light snores breaking the silence of the night.
«You’re so pretty» the fingers on your back tap against your skin, his cheeks are full and his eyes starry. He lays a kiss on your mound just like he did before outside of the shower, all smiley and dovey and you want to squeeze him so hard until he bursts out in nothing but pink stars and dreamy clouds.
«Come back up here» you pat his shoulder. Jungkook nods, but only does so in his own way. He kisses slightly upper above your mound, upper again, again and again and more upwards until he passes your navel and still keeps going, he lays a path that divides you in two parts, split open all the way to the valley between your breasts and then up to the meeting point of your clavicles, to your throat and your chin. It’s intoxicating, you feel totally inebriated.
Your lips were made for him to kiss them, sure as hell they were. So soft, pillowy, consuming, breathtakingly so. It makes him desperate, he can’t help it, helpless and so fucking in love every second more.
«You make me-» you take in a deep breath before he pecks your lips «feel like…»
«Like what?» he huffs against them, nuzzling his nose to yours.
«Don’t know. Like giving up» you puff. Jungkook snorts, scrunching his nose.
«Giving up?» he hums.
«To… everything,» it’s hard to put it into words «to your… love. Feel so overwhelmed everytime»
«If you do that…» he doesn’t finish his sentence, air running out with you so close.
«If I do that…» you smile. Jungkook breathes in through his mouth.
«I’d look after you,» he pecks your lower lip «please, give up» his tone is low, a little whiny, floaty.
«Just for once,» his hand cups your cheek, his thumb moves upwards and downwards with the most saccharine motions «I love you so much»
«I’m doing it already,» you scoff to yourself «I do it every time. I forged up all of that because I don’t have defences around you. I’m always giving up, you’re too-» you gag on your air silently, shaking your head and trying to regain what’s left of you «inebriating»
«Let it consume you then,» he kisses your forehead «cause I can’t stop. Can’t fucking stop, it’s too much. I love you too much, I want you to feel it,» he pushes you closer to him until his chest is tight against you and his eyes still fixed into yours «cause I feel it from you. And it takes over me. You love me so good, in every possible way»
He reaches your hand and his slender fingers interlock with yours to guide your palm on his chest, just a few inches on the left from the middle. He leaves your hold just to push your palm on his skin; his heart beats under you, loud but melodious, steady and proud.
«That’s what you do to me,» he keeps his touch on your hand, fingers stroking your wrist «that’s what you’ve been doing for all these years. Not a second- there was not a second that it didn’t beat for you»
Your world spins. Even as he kisses the crown of your head sweetly and hugs you for a minute more, even when he goes back to lather the rest of you up, your hair, your word spins. You want him forever. You want him in every way, every day. You want him after a long day and on a relaxing one, on a beach somewhere lost in the world and welcoming you home, you just- can’t control it. It’s so powerful and so deep and so incredibly real and intimate that you feel grounded to earth but high flying in the sky. This is what love is. Love is Jungkook.
He opens the jet again after lathering himself up, his hair are covered in bubbles and his cheeks full make him look like the happiest he’s ever been, eyes glittering with shining stars. He lets his hands caress you to help the water wash away the soap, lays love over every part of your body with the touch of his palm and his fingertips, kisses you when you smile and it’s too much to control himself, nuzzles his nose on you, the water spraying over your bodies and his arms caging you in. For the first time, you feel it more real, even more than before; how somewhere in a different universe you’re holding each other in the same way, older and with even more memories than what you have now. Wrinkles on his skin and hair grey but your love is still the same, still consuming and taking over the both of you.
«Koo» you hide in his neck.
«Love» he hums. He feels your smile on his skin.
«I want…» you curl your fingers to stroke his hips. Jungkook levels your sight with his, two of his fingers push your chin up.
«I know that we said- this isn’t heading to anything else but… I want you to make love to me»
«Now?»
«Now,» you nod «but…»
«What?» his hand strokes your back, your cheeks flushed make him hug you tighter to show you how comfortable you can be with him.
«Rough,» you scoff at yourself, making him giggle and raise his palm to the back of your head to stroke your nape «fuck this, I’m not good with words»
«You’re doing amazing, sweetie» he shakes his head amused «talk to me?»
You shoulders raise, chest swells as you breath in: «I want you to… the stuff you said before, do that»
Jungkook laughs at your ways, keeps your figure safe in the cage of his arms as he scrunches his nose.
«You want me to fuck you?»
«Don’t laugh» you scold.
«I’m sorry,» he smiles «it’s just- you’re so endearing when you’re shy»
«Koo» you whine. He kisses your neck, nods.
«You want that?» he asks, his attention totally on your face. He takes in your expression, sees universes in your eyes.
«Yes,» you pause «show me that there’s more even though I know it already»
Clear and straight to the point. Fuck, he may explode from a second to another.
«Rough?» he breathes. Your heart is pounding in your ears so much that the thrill makes your knees feel like jelly.
«Rough,» you repeat «however you want it. I- want to just…» your sentence ends in silence, closing your eyes to the caresses of his fingers.
«Are you sure?»
«I am»
«Turn around,» he kisses your lips with tenderness but his tone is firm and your body feels so light you don’t even feel it as you do as he asks «bend down a little and put your hands against the wall»
Shit. It’s all you can think about as your chest lays on the marble. The coldness of the material makes you shiver as your hands follow, taking half a step backwards to bend for him. Jungkook stays still, totally entranced by you. Fuck, you make him crazy. Totally whipped. His head is whirling, his eyes are lost on the side view of your face and how beautiful you are with your skin glowing under the light of the bathroom, drops of water running down every inch of your body, the curve of your hips, the tenderness of your skin. God’s sake, you’re the end of him.
«Koo» you call. He shakes his head, takes a step forward.
«Sorry, got a little distracted» he hums against your ear, kissing your earlobe.
«You’re so beautiful» his breath hits your neck and the air makes you shiver, he feels you moving just the slightest, your face disconnecting from the wall.
«What are you going to do?» your tone makes him smile, curious but frail.
His lips reach the side of your neck and they disclose a wet kiss and then another one, one more. His chest adheres to your back, the underside of his cock brushing against your asscheek makes you writhe in your spot, he’s been so hard for so long and feeling him like this makes you hold your breath, but Jungkook doesn’t lose his calm. He keeps his sight on your face, his focus on you. His arms come around you, hands cupping your stomach and fingers opening to feel your skin, they stroke and caress you just right, his touch his light but secure and it is rewarded by you squirms and shivers, he makes you want to beg for more. He travels from your navel to between your breasts, then down again. One of his hands steadies on your left hip, the digits of his other one tickle you until he stops on your mound and your breath gets cut.
«Keep your hands on the wall» he whispers. You don’t even have time to realise what he’s saying because his fingers lower and they slide between your lips and you’re laying your head forward against the wall just at his touch.
«I want you to let go,» he kisses your skin, licks a patch of it from just right under your head to your shoulder «and just feel good»
His index finds your core, already wet for him. His cock twitches on you, you feel it move against your back as he gathers your wetness and moves on your clit, feather-like touch that makes you eager and yearn.
«Can you do that for me?» he huffs.
Your trembling breath is his answer. His finger moves on the pearl and your legs instantly squeeze around his hand at the sudden pleasure brought, his petals gifting sweet pecks on your shoulder. They make you relax your muscles and open your thighs again, his movement slow and just where you like it the most.
It lasts just for a bunch of seconds though, the air feels cold again when he parts and you close your eyes when you catch him kneeling down on the floor of the shower.
«Oh, fuck» you hiss in advance.
«You’re- I’m gonna die» your words make him laugh.
«Please don’t,» he giggles looking up at you, hands grasping the back of your thighs «just tell me if it’s too much?»
«Too much what?»
«Anything» he kisses the lower part of your back, eyes glued to your face. His nose brushes against your skin as he lowers himself and his hands move upwards, they burn your skin even when it’s still wet, he parts your asscheeks for his sight only.
Shit, Jungkook is about to lose his mind. Too pretty.
«Bend forwards just a little more for me?» he coos. When you do as he says, he’s able to get a better view of your pussy too and for god’s sake, he’s salivating just like she is. So wet, so freaking wet he wants to bury himself between your thighs and never face the world again.
«Fuck, baby. Did I do that?» he hisses through his teeth, lowering his hand to part your lips better with his fingers.
«Do I make you this wet?»
«Kook…» you let out a deep breath, on the edge of your calm.
«Tell me» he moves his finger on your clit, looking back up at you. The way your mouth opens makes him move it again in the same manner, your eyebrows furrowing.
«Tell me» he echoes. You lay your forehead against the marble.
«You do,» you whine «you make it so fucking wet, Jungkook»
«Fuck, I love when you talk to me»
You think you’re already on the edge because fucking freaking hell, his tongue suddenly pokes your clit and your legs shake and shit- it feels incredible. He moves his head to accompany his motions, mouth open as he flicks the muscles on your clit, the perfect pressure to make you see stars. He moans against you, face buried in your pussy and his nose poking at your entrance, hands splayed on the underside of your asscheeks to help himself keeping you open for him.
«My god- Jungkook»
«You like it?» he groans against your core, gathering your wetness on his tongue. It’s so sweet, so addicting.
«Fuck, yes» you nod.
«I love it,» he moves back on your clit, moans on it with his mouth full of your juices, too in love with your little pearl and how good it can make you feel «it’s perfect»
And he’s back at licking it again with the tip of his tongue, focused on the spot you like the most and then from time to time putting pressure with more of the muscle, setting on fire every nerve of the zone. You hold your breath, your chest is swelling in pleasure and your legs are already trembling.
«Wanna do something» his lips brush on your pussy as he speaks, he doesn’t even dare to part from it.
«What?» you don’t know if you can take whatever it is that it’s running through his mind.
«Not yet,» he kisses your clit, making you whine for him «just relax for now»
«Shit, how am I supposed to- fucking hell, Jungkook» you moan out loud, his tongue sliding through your entrance feels so good. So wet and soft but firm, straight and pointed to push all your buttons right.
«I love you» he can’t help himself. After all, he guesses that this is what you wanted him to do, show you how much he loves you even while he has his tongue deep inside your pussy.
«Love your pussy too, so much baby» he parts a little to take a look at the mess he’s reduced you to, dripping wet all over and glistening. A finger strokes your clit as he gets back to your hole, tongue sliding inside you so easily, he bobs his head up and down to fuck it inside you, his pace getting faster. You just keep your eyes shut, feeling the way his fingers dig into your flesh and his breath hits your skin every time he moves, the pleasure consuming.
«Kook, I think I’m- going to cum» it’s already approaching you, it’s been since the moment his tongue poked at your clit and you don’t know how much you will be able to hold yourself back. Your body feels oversensitive, every touch and lick makes your nerves jump.
«You can,» he breathes against you, your legs tightening «wanna make you cum again afterwards»
Fuck, it’s too much. His words are too much, so fucking hot.
«Oh- god» you whine and Jungkook loves it. He loves it so much, he loves you so much. To have you like this makes him yearn for more and more, he wants it all. He wants you to give yourself to him and let him take care of you in the sweetest and sexiest way possible, fuck you rough and tell you how much he loves you at the same time, make love to you in every possible way.
«You don’t know- shit, I don’t think you know the hold you have on me» he groans, speaks as he thrusts inside you, his words are muffled as the sound of your wetness takes over the bathroom. His finger works on your clit and you know that you’re too close to resist more.
«Tell me» you don’t even know what it is that makes you speak, your mouth moves on its own. Jungkook circles his tongue inside you, he curls it just a bit more and you squeeze your eyes as his moan in your pussy echoes in the bathroom. Fuck, you love it so much, so freaking much.
He slides the muscle out while sucking at the entrance of your hole, drinking your juices and growling against you in the sexiest way possible. Two of his fingers enter you, filling you up and replacing his tongue they fuck you so good that you don’t even know how to breathe anymore.
«You make me desperate,» he hisses, rubbing his digit on your clit and adding a bit more pressure «in every way possible. Want you every fucking day, every second cause I’m addicted. Sexually or not, baby»
«Koo, I…»
«I know,» he kisses your skin «cum for me»
«No- I- I love you» your voice breaks, too weary. Jungkook’s heart throbs in his chest, he wishes he could see your features now but to make you turn now would be too mischievous, so he just focuses on making you cum. His lips kiss your back, he raises himself up while he still moves inside you, leaving a path of wet kisses on every inch of skin he manages to reach.
«I love you too, angel»
He nuzzles his nose on your back, the gesture totally far away from his next words: «Soak my fingers, wanna lick your juices»
Fuck, the room spins, you feel like levitating. Your high hits you so hard that you don’t feel your legs anymore, they tremble and you shiver and Jungkook parts his finger from your clit to wrap his arm around your front, digits digging in your flesh to keep you balanced as he still fucks into you to prolong your orgasm. He kisses your back, breathes you in, loves you more than a second ago if it’s even possible.
The feelings in your chest are long lasting, more than your climax. They fill you up even more when you come down and you notice his uneven breath against you as he holds you steady, safe from anything else that isn’t him. Jungkook kisses your skin endlessly, writes love with his lips until you’re even more drenched than you were under the jet, so much that you feel it deep inside every single bone of your body.
«Come here» he coos, looking up at you even when you still have your head against the marble. You breathe in, turn around to face him. Knees still on the floor, hair wet and lips glistening with your juices, a bit of them on his nose, eyes sweet and starry just like always. You want to laugh because how the hell are you supposed to sit on the floor of the shower when there’s him already, but the way he’s looking at you makes it hard to breathe and a second later you’re kneeling down and trying your best to sit, however his hand on your hips pushes you slightly to make you turn again. Jungkook opens his legs and bends them at your sides to save just a bit more space, you sit in front of him and he guides your back on his chest. His cock pushes against your skin but the touch of his fingers on your cheek make your attention shift to his face, close and so beautiful it looks unreal.
His lips connect with yours, soft and pillowy, and your mind fills up with a pinkish haze that seems to escape just to surround you with intimacy and coziness, his arm coming around you to feel just a bit more of your skin.
«What was it that you wanted to do?» you mumble against him, keeping your face turned to face him. Jungkook clicks his tongue, smiling with mischief.
«Later,» he pecks you again «if you want to»
«I want to,» you huff faking annoyance «I told you to fuck me but-»
«Aish, so greedy. Can’t I spoil you a little?» he shakes his head, bringing the fingers of the arm that’s wrapped around you in front of his face. They’re still wet with your juices, you expect him to lick them but what he does makes your breath stop and your pussy starts throbbing again. They stroke your lips and his eyes stay focused on his motions as he makes them glisten like a lipgloss, a cheeky smile taking over his features when he notices the way you’re looking at him.
«Wanna taste them from your lips» he murmurs. You let out a staggered breath, totally lost in him and the way he makes your mind go blank. Jungkook kisses you again, pecks your lips more than once, licks the bottom one to get every drop of your sweetness. You hate him for being like this because your pussy is soaked again and you don’t even know why the hell you find it so hot but it’s just- Jungkook. And fuck, he makes you weak.
«I think I want to find out that thing» you breathe when he parts, his giggles resonate in the room as he cages you with his other arm too, stroking your stomach as you let your head fall on his shoulder.
«Please?»
He taps his fingers on your navel, kissing your cheek.
«Aish, so cute,» he giggles happily «you’re exactly my type, you know that?»
«What does that even mean?» you laugh at his childish tone, shaking your head as you watch him munch on his lips.
«You have a type?»
«What? You! You’re-» he points his forefinger on your chest «you are»
«Why?» you coo teasingly, grabbing his finger in your hold and pushing his other arm down at your side. Jungkook watches you get up, turning around to look down at him. The view makes him gulp, his heart flutters at your beauty when you reach your hand out to him to make him stand. He takes it just for the sake of holding it, getting up on his own by pushing on the ball of his feet and his hand on the floor. When he towers over you his eyes are shining again and his bunny teeth on display as he beams brightly.
«Cause I love you,» he murmurs «you-» he snorts through his mouth, pushing the air out and making a nasal noise just like you would do when describing the sound of something exploding «ah, forget it»
You’re coming out of the shower, pushing the door open and he stands there totally entranced. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was probably just enjoying the view. But Jungkook is… totally lost. When you face him you know it well, that look in his eyes.
«I want to know» you push your words, getting closer to where he stands but without going in again.
«I don’t have a type, I guess» he scrunches his nose, it makes you want to laugh, totally meaningless «cause you’re- you are the type. Like- aish, what am I even saying?»
Your laughter fills up his ears and your arms wrap around his torso, you let your head fall on his chest. His fingers come to stroke your hair, eyes half lidded as he giggles in that sweet way that makes your stomach twist and turn.
«I’m the type» you laugh.
«Don’t make fun of me, it’s just- you know what I mean. It’s not about just one thing, it’s like- everything»
«Okay, baby,» you shake your head «now come out»
You grab two towels each, wrapping yourself up and your hair too, Jungkook does the same with his towel but just rubs his hair with the other one.
«Do you remember when we went to Disneyland?» he suddenly stops his motions, leaving the wet cloth on the sink as you wear your slippers. You nod at him through the reflection of the mirror, Jungkook clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth.
«Wanna go again»
«So suddenly?» you smile.
He nods: «Can we go another time?»
«Next weekend?» you raise your eyebrows at him, thrilled by the thought. Jungkook’s mouth opens wide, stuck in place as he watches you point at his slippers.
«What- next weekend?» he echoes, the shadow of a smile taking over his feature as he does as he’s told. You grab his hand and walk towards the door.
«Hhm, we could? If you want to»
Disneyland sounds beautiful, indeed. You visited three years ago, spent three days laughing like two idiots and going on rollercoasters. You guess it couldn’t hurt at all to visit again. Jungkook feels drunk from the feeling already, having you all to himself for a weekend in a way that he never thought was possible years ago.
«Let’s go next weekend»
He stops in place, eyes wide and lips open.
«Really?»
«Why not?» you shrug.
«Are we getting the tickets now?»
«We’re really going?» he’s beaming so bright that the sun seems like a distant glow in comparison.
«Yes, we’re going. We could leave on Friday night?» you nod.
«Why- you’re sure? I was afraid to ask, I thought you’d say no» he’s totally surprised. Your hand pulls him as you start walking again towards his bedroom, Jungkook watches your eyebrows raise in question when you end your walk in front of his bed.
«Why?»
«I- thought you wouldn’t feel comfortable with it yet- since-»
«I told you,» you smile sweetly at him «I don’t want to restrain myself anymore. There’s no point in it, we know what we have, it’s not too soon cause I already-» you scoff, «I love you. And… I want to go»
His expression makes your heart pound louder. Cheeks full, dark doe, big eyes glittery with thrill and love, pinkish lips open in a smile and bunny teeth showing, totally thrilled.
«Woah, this-» he bounces a little in place, totally excited «we need to get the tickets»
«You wanna buy them now?» you giggle at his cuteness, pecking his cheek. Jungkook shakes his head, wraps his arms around you.
«Do you want to buy them now?» he gives you smooches on your forehead. You let one of your hands wrap around his neck and the other one lock around him, just under his shoulder your fingers tickle his skin as you look up at him.
«Later,» your hum has mischief in it «now I want what I asked for earlier»
«What was it?» god, how he likes to tease you, and the way he licks his lips with a smirk that only makes you churn.
«You know what it was» you huff. Jungkook shakes his head slowly.
«Say it?» he breathes low against you.
«Wanna hear you ask for it»
«Want you to fuck me,» you let all your inhibitions fall to the ground «rough and sweet at the same time»
«Fuck, get on the bed» his cock is already throbbing and twitching against the cloth, too hard and too weary to hold back from before and hearing your pleads just made it hungrier.
«You make me lose it,» he watches you as you let your wet hair fall over your shoulders, the towel gets thrown on the floor and a second later you’re naked and sitting on the edge and his mind doesn’t function when you look at him like this «you want it rough? Want me to fuck you while a sweet talk you? Is that what you want?»
Shit, holy shit, yes. Totally. You can’t even answer him, too entranced by the view of him taking the fabric off and letting it fall on the ground, his eyes burning with fire and ready to devour you.
«Lay down,» he wraps a hand around his shaft, pumping it a few times and making your pussy pulsate around nothing «slide back, get comfortable on the pillows»
You do as he says, body running only with the thrill in your veins. Your eyes lower back on his cock, red and hard, standing eager on his stomach it makes you salivate and wish to wrap your lips around it but Jungkook doesn’t have the same thought in mind. He knees on the bed, looks at your face.
«Open your legs,» he orders, tone firm «open your fucking legs»
You don’t know if you’re ready for what’s to come. Your thighs open, feet digging into the soft mattress, his eyes ravenous. He licks his lips and strokes the head of his cock with his thumb, lets out a low groan; «That’s it»
You don’t even have time to realise what he’s doing, because a second later he’s already laying down and sucking on your clit and your eyes roll back in your head for how good it feels. The sound of him stroking his cock sends you spiralling, his soft mouth sucking and wrapping around your pearl sends every nerve on fire.
«Fucking good pussy,» he breathes letting go of your clit, licking a strap over it «wanna make it squirt»
«Fuck, Jungkook» his words are pure sin, and your body wants it all.
«You like that? Like hearing that?» he kisses the bead so softly that you feel your breath getting stuck.
«I love her so much,» he sucks it again, hard and totally merciless «wanna make her cum so hard, baby. Want you to feel so good» his voice is muffled, he speaks when he lets go of you but doesn’t part enough for your clit not to perceive the brush of his lips as pleasure.
He lets go of his cock to push his finger inside you, filling you up and making you squirm on the bed. Jungkook clicks his tongue and kisses your clit again.
«Can she do that?» he arches his finger inside you, hitting your g-spot perfectly as he flicks his tongue over your clit. The pace is fast, it makes your pussy throb with sensitivity and your juices drip out of your hole, his knuckles are totally wet with them. Jungkook’s cock is throbbing, twitching in desperation, precum leaking out in need.
«Can you do that for me, love?» the last word makes your insides burn, his eyes travelling to your face just in time to see your lips open in a silent moan.
«Don’t- know» you let out, fisting the sheets. Jungkook blows on your clit and he feels your walls contract around his finger, so fucking soft and tight that he wants to bury his cock inside you and never come out.
He pushes a second finger in, fucking inside you and watching your expression totally lost as he sucks your clit again, his lips tight around it. He moans on it, watches your thighs tremble at his sides and lets go again, consuming you and your mind, taking over totally. The way he clicks the underside of his tongue on your pearl makes you moan loud and he licks all the way down from it to your core, opens his lips as much as he can to take every part of you in his mouth, his teeth lightly brush against you and your hips raise involuntarily on the bed, pushing against his face. He moans on you, balls hard and cock oversensitive even with the smallest change of air, slurps at your juices as he sucks them through your entrance and lingers in the sweetness of them, so fucking saccharine and creamy. He wants you to explode, let go.
«Never enough,» he licks back up from your pussy to your clit, flicking his tongue on the spot that makes you lose your mind, fingers pushing buttons inside of you that make your vision blurry «love you so much baby, push your pussy on my face»
«Koo, I…»
«Push it all over me,» he growls on your clit, curls his fingers inside you «want your juices all over me, I love them so much»
You don’t hold yourself back anymore, do as he says. Your hips push up again, your hand goes to his hair and Jungkook sucks your clit again and again and again and you think you’re about to break cause it’s too fucking much.
«Wanna make you cum» he moans as he dives as deep as he can into you, both with his fingers and with his tongue on your clit. The pressure added makes your head dig in the pillow, a breathy moan escaping your lips.
«Again and again, and again. Until you can’t take anymore cause it’s too much. Wanna fuck you and tell you how fucking much I love you and see you cum all over my fucking cock. Shit, you make me desperate»
It’s sudden and it tears you apart and it stings a little but feels so fucking good that your body shakes and you don’t breathe anymore, because he bites your clit just enough and you can’t help it. You tremble and shiver, eyes shut and lips wide open, your hair wetting the pillow and your mind blank as the pleasure becomes too much and you let go. Jungkook licks your juices, slurps on them, dries your pussy of every drop, gulps them down as if it was the sweetest syrup in the world, his eyes on your face admiring how fucking beautiful you are when you cum, all for him and him only. His tongue on you feels so soft, his lips kiss and brush against every inch of your center and Jungkook can’t help but push the tip of his wet muscle inside you, making you shiver.
«Koo» you whine. He smiles against you, pushing it deeper and you writhe on the bed, too sensitive and overwhelmed. His fingers push on your hips, keeping you in place and against his lips.
«Is she sensitive?» he pecks your inner thigh, looking up at you. You nod out of breath, eyes locking with his.
«Wanna make you cum again,» he huffs «can she take it for me?»
«Jungkook, I- sensitive» you whine as he pecks your mound, lowering on your clit with a lick of his tongue on your skin. He blows on it, watching you squirm once more and whine.
«Poor baby» he kisses the pearl decadently.
«Oh, fuck» your hand fists his hair, tugging at the roots, Jungkook kisses it again, he opens his mouth slightly and lets the inner wet part of his lower lip add pressure as he slowly moves up to slide his lips on you.
«You like it when I kiss your clit?» his hand travels up to your abdomen, it passes your hips and your tummy, fingers sprayed as he grasps your left breast and squeezes it slightly.
You nod at him, your pussy is pulsating and it’s so wet and sensitive that you can’t speak properly. He kisses it again, loud and sultry, again and again and again until you lose count and your walls are crumping up again, the pleasure too much to handle.
«Look at me,» he coos tenderly «let me see your pretty face»
You open your eyes, look down at him from the pillow that it’s soaked with the water in your hair. Jungkook’s thumb strokes your nipple, slow and gentle it makes your leg open for him even more and he has to hold back from reaching down to stroke his cock again.
«Can you cum again for me, baby? Wanna give you so much more,» he flicks his tongue over your clit, making you hiss «wanna fuck you so good, want you to feel me for the whole day tomorrow»
His words make your pussy clench around nothing and all you can do is let go and feel the pleasure build up, picturing his cock inside you and thrilled to have him fuck you in the same way he’s been doing with his lips. The thought is too alluring and when he kisses your clit again your mind goes blank and all you can feel it’s your pearl pulsating desperate and his slurpy kisses sending you in a haze. They’re endless, Jungkook kisses your pussy and your legs are trembling again, weary and too sensitive to last any longer. You moan silently, dig your head in the pillows, feel his lips all over you even as you cum again. His hand caresses your tummy, providing comfort as your body goes limp on the bed, lips pecking your inner thighs and your mound, your knees, your tummy, his hand locking around yours. The way you look, shit, it’s ethereal. He doesn’t think he ever witnessed such a beautiful masterpiece, you should be worshipped and represented in every frame, hung in museums, have buildings built with your name. There has to be somewhere, a distant, alternative universe maybe, where you’re a princess of a flourishing land or the goddess of the universe, there has to be.
«I love you so much,» he’s helpless, eyes fixated on you «I wanna keep you in my pocket and cuddle you every night. Wanna shelter you from the world»
«Come here, please» you squeeze his hand, Jungkook lays down on you without having you to ask twice. His cock is rock hard, poking at your tummy and leaking precum from the tip but he’s so fucking in love with you that all he can do is snuggle his face in the crook of your neck and wrap one of his arms around you, the other helping him up not to weight down on you.
«I think you broke me» you groan tired, eyes shut as you feel him giggle and hide more into you.
«You asked for it» he mumbles.
«I didn’t ask for three orgasms» you scoff at him, arms wrapping around him. His chest is firm against you, his back broad and your fingers can’t help but wander and caress it up and down, he shivers on top of you.
«You- you’re so annoying» he groans.
«Aish, here we go again,» you laugh at him, stroking his wet hair with your other hand
«thank you for making me cum three times» you kiss his neck. Jungkook smiles against you, he closes his eyes and takes in your sweet scent.
«That’s better,» he kisses your skin «was it too much? Maybe I shouldn’t ha-»
«I loved it,» you shake your head eagerly, slightly tugging at the strands to make him look at you «every single one of it»
He scrunches his nose, a bright beam taking over his face.
«I’m just teasing you,» you stroke his back «I love when you make me cum with your lips» it comes out low and almost like a whisper and he can see your cheeks reddening, but his heart flutters and all he wants to do is kiss you until the world explodes.
«Yeah?» he coos sweetly, hushed and airy. You nod, eyes lowering on his lips.
«Yes,» you smile «that thing you did- when you bit me…»
He licks his lips and boops his nose to yours.
«Did it feel good?» he asks under his breath. The way he checks in with you every time makes you feel so cherished and it’s like he’s embracing you in a tight warm blanket, totally safe and cared for.
«A lot,» you nod «felt so good, love»
«I wanted to try that» his lips brush against yours when he speaks. You smile at him, pushing your face up just enough to make your lips lock together, his moan is sweet as your tongue enters his mouth. His fingers caress your hip, your shoulder, his hand cups your head as you lay back down and he lowers himself to keep contact, your soft petals and the way you give yourself to him makes his chest swell with happiness and vulnerability every time, how you smile against him, kiss him some more. His cock twitches and you giggle under his lips, Jungkook pecking your lower one with all the love he has inside him.
«Wanna make you cum» you whisper when he parts a little, lashes fluttering at the sound of your voice.
«Wanna cum inside you,» he lets out, hand cupping your cheek «but I can just-»
«I want you inside me,» you cut him off, already knowing where his brain is taking him «don’t care if I’m sensitive. Wanna feel you»
He munches on his lips, cheeks a little swollen as he mulls it over: «Are you sure?»
«I’m sure, Koo. Please, fuck me?» you huff looking up at him, his eyebrows raise at your unceremonious words. You peck his lips and lift your hips up knowing well that he’s still not sure about it. His cock jerks and Jungkook lets out a strangled moan, closing his eyes shut.
«Fuck, can’t say no when you tease me like this» he breathes through his mouth. You grin, his eyes open to look straight down at you.
«Good, cause I’ve waited quite a while» you tease. He scoffs on your face, his hand moves away from your skin just so he can slap your thigh but it only makes you grin more.
«Open your legs» he smiles at your attitude, shaking his head slightly in disdain but his pupils are sparkling and he’s so cute right now that you want to kiss him dumb. However, you do as he says, your movements are quick and your pussy is still throbbing from your last orgasm.
Jungkook parts just a little, he grabs the length of his cock and strokes it once or twice, it cuts your breath off just to look down at his motions; his big and slender hand, beautiful fingers, the girth of his cock and the precum leaking from its head, red and needy.
«I wanna try something sometime» you let out totally entranced, he guides his cock to your pussy, sliding it into your folds. The sensation makes him bite on his lips with his eyes squeezed shut, a needy whine escaping his lips.
«Ngh- what?» he looks down at you.
«Gonna tell you when you’re inside me» you tease him, making him scoff. He lifts his hips slightly, takes his cock away from your lips.
«You’re such a brat» his hand lays on you clit, slapping it just enough to make you moan out loud. Your eyes widen in shock, he grins and kisses your cheek and you don’t know if you should be dripping with arousal or dig a hole into the ground and giggle for his cuteness and the way he makes you heart flutter with just a loving peck.
Jungkook lowers himself back again, he wraps his hand around his shaft to guide it back to where it was and slides it between your folds, it’s so wet that the underside of his cock is soaked with your juices and all he wants to do is feel them on his tongue again. Your clit is oversensitive and the weight of his cock on you only makes it worse, your hand is already gripping the sheets.
He slides his length up and down as he admires the way your eyelashes flutter and the red shade of your lips, your pretty nose, the shape of your eyes. He loves you so much, so freaking much it’s hard to handle it, it’s thought to even just breathe through it.
«Love, look at me?» he coos. Just a word and you’re melting in a puddle, breath staggered. He’s so beautiful, so ethereal. He slides his cock down to your entrance, pokes at it with the head.
«I love you» you whisper. Jungkook smiles, his cock pushes inside you and even though he halts his hips to get you used to the feeling your hands come down on his ass and you push him deeper, making him groan under his breath and close his eyes at the feeling. Tight, close, so fucking wet that his cock is already soaked, so soft. His lips are open, eyebrows furrowed and you don’t know if you want him to go rough on you anymore cause your arms are dying to feel him close and your heart is pounding and throbbing for his love and his affection. He’s so beautiful, so beautiful it tears you apart in the most saccharine way, you love him so much.
«Say it back, please» you breathe.
Jungkook lays his head on your chest, the movement is slow and his breath is staggered, he looks up at you. Some strands of his hair come in the way of his eyes, a drop of water dripping down from one of them and caressing his cheekbone as it travels down. Your eyes are sparkling, lost in a haze, lips open just slightly.
«I love you,» he kisses your clavicle «I’m- don’t even know if that’s enough cause- it doesn’t hold half of the meaning of what I feel for you» his nose brushes against your neck as he hovers over you.
«But I love you, so much. So freaking much, baby»
«Please, move» you breath low.
«Wanna feel you»
«Like this?» he brings his hips back, his cock slides against your walls perfectly, it rubs over every nerve, and then he pushes back in, slow and maddening he stretches you out in the best way possible as your legs move around his hips to cage him into you, his low moan resonating in your ear.
«Shit, yes» you nod. Jungkook kisses your neck, his hand reaches yours and locks around it, thumb caressing the back as he pulls back out just to hit your spot again.
«You’re perfect,» he licks his lips looking down at you «so perfect. Tell me you’re mine»
«I’m yours,» the way he groans at your words makes your pussy clench around him and he throws his head down on your chest at the sensation «only yours, all yours»
«Fuck, say it again» he rests there with his hand pushing yours down on the bed as he moves inside you, his pace fastening.
«Yours, Jungkook. All- every part of me» you moan. He feels so good, so perfect. His cock makes you helpless, he makes you helpless. Just a look, a blink of his eyes and you would do the worst, the absolute worst for him even though you know that he would never ask. You can’t help it, you’re so fucking in love with him that you can’t see straight and the world finally makes sense cause he’s in it and all over you.
«Fuck, yes,» he kisses your chest, hovers over your face again «want a whole life with you»
God, your heart is bursting. He makes you want to stay all day in his arms and only live by his warmth, look at the stars in the sky just to compare them to the ones sparkling in his dark eyes.
«Please, yes» you whine as he hits your g-spot, eyes deep in his «want you every day, Kook. Wanna wake up to your face every fucking day»
«Yeah?» he’s losing his mind, and you can see it clearly. Trying to hold himself back, licking his lips as he stares down at yours and your eyes, fucking himself so deep into you that it’s driving him insane. The sounds that come from your wetness make your cheeks red, all the orgasms you had before and still you’re still hungry for more, for him.
«Yes» you nod eager. He moans out loud, you feel his cock throb inside you and leak precum that mixes with your juices. It’s absolute filth but it feels so intimate that it makes your head spin and your heart clench.
«Can do that,» he kisses your lips «I absolutely can do that. Please don’t change your mind» he sounds like begging and you can’t help but wrap tighter around him.
«Not gonna» you huff. The moment he smiles at you, shit you know you can’t go back anymore. It feels so good, so sweet but so consuming and he’s yours, his smile is. The way his eyes sparkle when he looks at you, the sound of his breath too overwhelmed by you, his hand squeezing yours, all yours.
Jungkook can’t get used to this, he doesn’t think he ever could. Every time he makes love to you, every time you give yourself to him his body lights up, his soul grows a size more just to get as much of you as it can. Seeing you under him in his bed, with your hair wetting the sheets, your body naked for him, your vulnerability in his hands that promise to worship every inch of it and comfort it with everything he can, your cheeks red, lips swollen, eyes starry and almost shut for the pleasure he’s making you feel… he knows he will never get used to this. Not even in another life, at the last one of them all.
«Wish I could take a picture of you right now,» he fans over your lips «so pretty. So beautiful, I love it. Love you, love your pussy, love how you give yourself to me»
«Shit, feels so good» your hands cups his head, bringing him for a sloppy kiss, passionate and lost as his hips keep meeting yours. Jungkook doesn’t know how long he will be able to hold himself back, cause his cock is twitching and his balls are already tight. He was having a hard time even when he was making you cum, every time felt like a torture to his throbbing and heavy dick on his stomach.
«Shit, baby I’m sorry- I don’t know if I can give you what you want- nngh, it feels too good to have you like this» he whines in your ear, kisses your neck endlessly. His hand leaves yours to cup your breast, fingers sprayed and digging into your skin, your pussy clenching. The thought seems far away now, you can’t let go of having him like this, ruining you slowly.
«It’s okay, like this is perfect» you puff out a breath, Jungkook pushes a little harder inside you and suddenly your body is on the edge, eyes squeezed shut.
«You’re going to cum?» he hides himself deeper into you, keeps hitting your spot faster but doesn’t dare to pull out cause seeing you like this sends his mind in a haze. For god’s sake, he’d spend all night long like this. Making you cum undone, over and over again until you soak his sheets with your juices and your lips are so swollen that they hurt. His cock rubs against you perfectly, hips moving faster and faster as his groans fill the room, he just pulls himself back enough to meet your spot again without losing it, giving your sensitive pussy what she’s been begging for by engulfing his length so deliciously.
«Gonna cum» you nod. Jungkook bites his lips, teeth digging into the red flash, pupils fixated on your face as you let out a moan.
«Love watching you cum,» his hand strokes your cheek «let go, love. Do it for me, baby»
Your mind goes blank once more, your lungs are on fire as you try to breathe properly but can’t, pussy pulsating desperately and extremely sensitive. He pecks your lips and shit, the gesture has your heart clenching and it makes you cry out loud because it’s too much freaking pleasure and sweetness and you just- it overwhelms you. Totally and wholly, your legs shake in spasms, you hear Jungkook swear and moan but it’s too far away and your ears are not working well, you can’t feel your body anymore, it’s like you don’t have control over it. Jungkook watches you entranced, he digs his head in the crook of your neck and stops his motions even though he was about to cum just to hold your shaking body and provide comfort with his hold, kisses every inch of skin he finds. Your breath in his ear is heavy, your eyes closed and lips apart, and he feels himself growing desperate, not to cum but to reassure you in the gentlest way possible and provide comfort to every part of you. He kisses your cheek more than a few times loudly and silently, lays his forehead against yours and pecks the tip on your nose, snuggles against it with his, he keeps his arms wrapped around you and his cock still buried in your pulsating core.
«Fuck- Jungkook» you let out a low whine with your eyes closed. Jungkook giggles and lays a smooch on your cheek again.
«You- you don’t know how fucking sexy that was» you open your eyes, your vision is a little blurry.
«I- you made me cum so hard» you hug him back but feel him still rock hard inside you and filling you up totally.
«You… why did you stop? You didn’t cum»
He raises his eyebrows and pecks your temple. His thumb strokes your cheek: «Didn’t wanna overstimulate you more,» he squeezes you tighter «you squirted all over me»
«I- what?» your eyes widen as your lips hang down. Jungkook smiles and nods looking down at you.
«Did you ever do that?» he coos gentle, voice low almost like a whisper.
You shake your head: «Never, are you sure I- really?»
He giggles at your tone, parts by pushing on his arms with his length still inside you. The whole expanse of his abdomen gets shown, muscles rippling and his brownish nipples standing, the v line that guide to his cock… wet.
«Oh, fuck,» you pull him down by pushing him from behind his back «I didn’t think I could do that. Shit, it’s so embarrassing but-»
«It was sexy as hell, baby,» he shakes his head to make your brain stop overthinking it «just to think about it makes- thinking that you felt so good that you couldn’t hold it back- ngh, makes me wanna make you do it again»
«Don’t get used to it,» you huff on his lips, shaking your head but smiling shyly «it never happened»
He pecks your lips.
«I promise I won’t,» he beams «how do you feel?»
The smile that takes over your features makes his heart throb. You couldn’t wrap your head around it if you knew how much he loves you. Asking you how you’re feeling after making you cum so hard when he’s still rock hard and needy inside you, just this makes your chest hurt.
«Good, baby. I feel good,» you bring your hand on his face to caress his cheek and travel your finger on his temple, they push a strand of hair away from his sight «wanna make you cum» you squeeze your walls around him even though you’re still pulsating and too sensitive. Jungkook whines at your ways, let’s his head fall into your neck again.
«Baby- don’t. Shit- feels so good. Don’t wanna- hurt you» he whimpers when you do it again, his eyes are shut and his cock is twitching but it’s caged in your tight hold and it makes him crazy.
«Please, wanna feel you cum,» you kiss the soft skin of his neck, warm and fair, leave your lips on it as you speak «please, love»
«Baby, for real I-» his voice trembles as he tries to restrain himself.
«Please,» you pout even though he can’t see you, you move your hand slowly down his back until you find his asscheek «cum for me? Want you to paint my pussy with your cum»
God, he can’t think straight when you whisper filth like this in his ear and make it sound like the sweet prayer of an angel, honey coated.
You squeeze his asscheek slightly, push your hand down on his flash to make him sink deeper into you, your juices wet and soaking his balls.
«Fuck, tell me if it hurts» he whines knowing well that you won’t give up. His arm pulls you to him more until your hard nipples are tight against his chest and his cock throbbing inside you. He pulls out slowly, driving himself crazy with the sounds of your pussy and how good you engulf him, dives deep inside you at the same pace. His cockhead is oversensitive, when it touches your walls it leaks so much precum that you bite your lips and Jungkook moans loud and breathy, tight to you. He open his lips on your skin, breathes in your sweet scent and kisses your flash endlessly as he pulls back his hips again just to push back inside slowly.
«So wet,» he whimpers «so freaking wet, baby. Drives me insane»
«Wanna see your face when you cum,» you tug at the roots of his hair a bit and Jungkook’s hand reaches yours as he raises his head to look at you, bringing it on the bed and interlocking his fingers «love when you cum for me»
He’s desperate, out of breath, whiny, high pitched as he fucks himself slowly into your heaven, so freaking juicy and wet that he’s afraid he’d slip out if his strokes were any longer or faster. The thought pushes him closer, having your pussy so wet for him and your arms all around him, your face looking at him as he hovers over you, features ethereal and full of love and admiration for his pleasure, whispers in his ear.
«Love you,» when you peck his nose he whines even more «love you so much. Can’t get enough of you»
«My- baby,» his breath is staggered «you’re- my baby»
Your hands make him crazy, they brush against his back and help him fuck himself into you by pushing on his ass, caress his hair, dig into the muscles of his shoulders, write stories on his skin that you didn’t live together yet. Jungkook feels overwhelmed, totally defeated. You bring him close to you, kiss him sloppy and dumb and make him the happiest man alive and suddenly, he’s whimpering and moaning and his movements come to an halt.
«Fucking- fuck, shit» he cries into your mouth with his eyes closed and squeezed, eyebrows furrowed, voice not even able to speak properly. His cum bursts inside you, it paints your walls and fills you up totally, hot and wet it mixes with your juices and your pussy clenches around him at the feeling, a breathy whimper coming out of his lips.
«Can’t- can’t take so much love» he crashes in the space between your head and your shoulder. His body is trembling and his cock throbs inside you. Your breath gets cut as you wrap him up in the best way that you can. You stroke his hair with your fingers, your legs cage him into you again, one of your arms keeps his chest close to yours, so tight that you feel his heart pound and your lips kiss every inch of skin that you manage to reach.
Jungkook lays there with his mind blank and his heart bursting, hiding himself in his safe place in your neck and trying to steady his breath.
«Did- did it hurt?» he gulps as he speaks, voice weary and frail. You kiss his earlobe, play with the strands of his hair.
«It didn’t,» you hum «don’t worry about it»
«I’m sorry baby, I- it was too much, couldn’t do what you wanted»
«Changed my mind when we started,» you chuckle as he turns his head, your side profile makes him want to caress your nose with his finger «we can do that another time»
He hums a little, a sweet kiss on your neck.
«I promise it’s gonna be good,» he nods «you make love to me so sweet. Tears me apart» his voice is a bit high pitched, but it comes out as a whisper, so vulnerable.
You flash a smile, moving slightly under him. Jungkook takes a deep breath and pushes on his arms to kiss your lips and then look down between you. His cock is still inside you and he snuggles himself into your skin as he grabs the base of it, the sensitivity of his length makes him moan as he slides it out of you, drenched in both of your cum and his and still half hard. You pat the bed beside you, turn on your side as he lays down.
«Closer,» you pout «closer baby»
He fights with the sheets making you giggle as he gets closer, until he lays his head down on the pillow just an inch away from you, body so close you feel the heat radiating from his skin as his arm comes around you and pushes you to him, chest tight. He brushes your back with his fingertips and you shiver when they stroke up your spine, slow and ticklish until they reach the back of your neck and he cups your cheek.
«Do you want to go for real?» he asks low. You nod your head, a little smile on your lips.
«Wanna go,» you push a strand of humid hair out of his face «for real»
His smile makes your heart clench, that little nose scrunch that you love so much and his cheeks full, eyes full of stars.
«Aish, I’m so happy,» he stretches his leg over yours «we should get the tickets after we shower»
«Let’s do that,» you squeeze his cheek «let’s go shower?»
«Just a little,» he whines and pushes himself tighter against your body «let’s wait a little? Love cuddling after we make love»
Shit, you can’t help it. You love him so much, he squeezes your heart in his hand every time he looks at you, when he talks with his tone sugar coated, frail and totally helpless and shows himself begging for your love with his eyes, so vulnerable that you just fill full. You want to make him happy. Want to see him smile, giggle and titter, laugh out loud until he has tears in his eyes, colour his world of the same pink shade he paints yours in. You want to make him breathe and feel the same feeling you have in your chest, cause it’s too much to bare on your own and it makes you lose your mind to see him drunk in it. You want to have in wholly, every day and fill your time with memories and experiences, learn as much as you can, the little secrets that he told you and the ones you don’t know yet, find out about his pet peeves when he’ll be older and have arguments just to make up and hug each other so tight that something inside you either breaks and he’ll have to kiss its wound or fixes. Hold him so tight that he can’t breathe, shower him with love and hug him tight when you both cry cause you love each other too much, kiss his insecurities away and give him a shielded place to hide himself in and to heal, cause you will always have your arms empty for him, whenever he needs a safe space you will be here, as you’ve always done with each other. You want him to remember this, and to sleep well, cause you will be here taking care of him just the same as he does with you.
«Love» he coos. You hum in question, a big beam on your face.
«You didn’t tell me»
«What?»
«What you wanted to try» he whispers, eyes big and full of curiosity. You scoff at him and shake your head.
«Next time, I’ll tell you»
«I want to know,» he pouts «please, tell me?»
You sigh: «you’re still half hard, Koo»
«Don’t care, not in the mood for something freaky now, anyway» he mulls. You roll your eyes at him.
«Who told you it’s something freaky?» you slap his shoulder and Jungkook giggles.
«Then tell me,» he brushes his lips against yours «what is it?»
You cheeks colour of a red shade, his eyes look at them as he munches on his lips, his thumb caresses your cheek.
«Wanna watch while you touch yourself,» you whisper shyly «you don’t have to if-»
«Oh, shit-» he gulps down on his spit «could you do the same while I do that?»
Your eyes widen, you want to laugh for whatever is going on because you came four times and somehow your pussy is getting wet again, it’s ridiculous.
«I- if you want me to» you smile. Jungkook nods and nuzzles his face to you.
«Hell yes if I want that» he chirps. You chuckle at his excitement, hide your face into the pillow. His lips are so stretched that his cheeks hurt.
«Just, let’s take one step at a time,» he strokes your back «I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything. I want to do things right, in the right way for you» he goes to stroke your hair and you raise your face from the pillow.
«I don’t, I told you»
«I know,» he nods and kisses your lips softly, feather like «whenever you want to do anything, when it’s the right time for you, you know I’m always here»
«I know,» your heart clenches «I love you»
He pushes his face closer to yours until he’s breathing over your lips and his brush on you as he speaks: «I love you too,» he smiles «loved you for so much, will love you always»
You you can read the first part here: Closer: Too Close
Read more about Closer here: Closer
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𐊇𝒆𝞪r𝗹𝟈𝘴𝔰 𝘊𝒽𝒶𝛐ꜱ
🏴☠️A/N: this is in retaliation to space pirate hwa you threw at me and all the other 'suffer with topaz' tags missy @smallfrye
🏴☠️Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader (f)
🏴☠️Au: pirate au, ghost au, historical au
🏴☠️Genre: smut, angst
🏴☠️Trope: strangers to lovers
🏴☠️Warnings: mentions of death, fire, strangulation > kinks: fingering (f), dom!wooyoung, sub!reader, temperature play? (woo is a cold ghost, you're a hot human), penetrative sex without a barrier, slight begging kink, slight praise kink
🏴☠️Rated: 18+, MDNI
🏴☠️Word count: 1,750
🏴☠️Summary: You purchase a one way ticket across the Atlantic ocean on a refitted ship to flee the ghosts of your past, only to encounter a new ghost, one who isn't looking to torture you but give you pleasure
You woke up to your entire cabin shaking. You had no idea how, since every item was nailed down on this passenger ship, but it was like your ship was being sucked into a maelstrom and being struck by lightning at the same time. Except, you were calm. Your basin was thrown across the room and smashed next to your head and still you didn't flinch.
You sat up and wrapped the blankets around you instinctively. It was chaos reincarnated but you did not hear screams from outside of your room. It was completely, oddly, possible that this was only happening in your room. It stopped just as suddenly as it started and when you blinked, everything was back in place like nothing ever happened.
When you woke up the next morning, you listened to the other passengers talk about a good night’s sleep with the lull of the ship rocking them. No one complained about a rocky sleep or a storm. You're not exactly sure what’s going on but you believe you’re being targeted.
Each night you suffer through the same crazy night but sometimes the scenes change. You got chaos, you got carnage, you got terrifying noises that would keep any sane person up. You woke up to observe your surroundings, and to ensure your survival, but you were not shaken by what you watched happen within your cabin. You had been through worse…
The flames lick up the plush curtains, creating otherworldly colors. The hands around your throat tighten and tighten, despite how you claw at them. The light brown eyes above you swirl with insanity. “You and me forever, my love.”
A wisp of dust and light pushed through the door to your cabin and a man walked through it. Well, clearly he wasn’t a man considering the lines around him were fuzzy and unsolid, but he took the form of a man. His ruffled shirt, tight pants and high boots said he was not of the current world but the authority in his step said he was used to giving orders and them being followed.
“Explain to me why you never scream no matter what I do to haunt you?!” The man demanded, fussing with the ruffles at his wrist. He snapped his fingers and the entire room dripped of blood, as if a massacre had occurred while you slept. You stared at him with an even gaze and he rolled his eyes. “This is what I’m talking about! You’re supposed to be scared!”
“I have once lived a hell worse than this,” You informed him.
Unimpressed eyes scanned over your form. With his tongue between his lips in contemplation, his eyes swept over the curve of your bare shoulder, down to where you held your sheets to modestly cover your chest. “What woman dare sleep in the nude aboard my ship?”
You tilted your head. “Your ship?”
“I am the captain!” The man announced, dramatically sweeping his arms out wide. “Or, I was. Until my stupid crew mutinied and gave themselves up to the navy in hopes of a pardon. They killed me in my own room, you know?” His eyes narrowed down at you. “This room.”
“Oh,” You murmured, “You’re a ghost.”
The man sighed. “A ghost? I am THE Jung Wooyoung, Fearless Chaos, the one who discovered the--” Wooyoung’s tirade stopped as you laid back down and turned your back to him. “Wait a minute, you’re going back to sleep?”
“If you’re not going to throw my things around the room, I’d like to sleep, thank you,” You responded a-matter-of-factly.
The heeled boots of the once-captain clicked across the well-worn wood floor as Wooyoung moved from the door to your bed--his bed. His cold hand held your shoulder and turned your body to make you lie on your back. “You are an intriguing woman,” He muttered to himself.
You stared up at him patiently, waiting for his next move. Goosebumps covered your skin at his ghostly touch. Wooyoung’s eyes swept over the arch of your eyebrows and the slump of your nose and your lips and he felt something he hadn't felt in perhaps decades since he was killed: lust. He wanted to break your mask and make you show something other than cool disregard for him. He wanted you to fall apart from his touches.
“I am not scared of you,” You said with the slightest tilt of your chin. “Do your worst.”
Wooyoung whipped the blankets off your form and smirked in delight to find your entire body naked underneath. His eyes were eager to discover more of your delightful body. His cool hands traced a wonderful pattern on your skin, the texture unlike anything he has seen before… you winced as he did so, but it was not a wince of pain.
“I am not scared either,” Wooyoung admitted quietly. In fact, his fingers travel past the burn marks and move towards the junction of your thighs.
Your eyes snapped to his face, almost searching for a mocking quality to it, but there was none to find. Wooyoung has appreciated your burns from that horrible night but he’d much rather provide you pleasure than give you pain. That was a first.
“Yeosang!” You pleaded with a strangled voice. Your fingers look for purchase to pull away his hands from your throat but he’s too strong.
The flames of the fire roaring around you and the flames of lunacy in your beloved's eyes compete with each other. “Don’t fight it,” He murmured in a quiet voice, “Let us enter the afterlife together, my love.”
Wooyoung patiently spread your legs, a hand pushing your thighs apart so that he could have easier access to your cunt. He licked his lips in anticipation. He wished he could taste what was there but at the very least, he could ease the frown between your eyebrows.
You didn't look at Wooyoung but you did tilt your hips in a silent offering. Wooyoung dipped his fingers to the juncture of your thighs and you whined pitifully. Wooyoung swirled his finger, cold against the heat of your pussy, in the slick that gathered there. “So wet,” He observed, before pinching your clit with his other hand.
The captain ghost played your body like a fiddle. With your clit between his thumb and forefinger, he pinched and rubbed the sensitive flesh there, all the while fucking your cunt with his middle and ring finger of his other hand. The harsh line of pain and pleasure had you floating, small whimpers escaping your lips as Wooyoung gave you something you had not experienced in months.
“Please…” You panted, bucking your hips to meet Wooyoung’s thrusts of his fingers, “More.”
Wooyoung halted both of his hands, pressing one hand to your knee as he turned around to face you. “What else could a miserable ghost of a captain give a lady like you?” His words are gentlemanly but his voice is low and gravelly and sends a shiver down your spine.
You wetted your lips carefully. “Your cock,” you whispered.
“You women are all the same,” Wooyoung chuckled, “Go on, precious, get on your hands and knees for me. Prepare yourself for my cock.”
Your body almost moved on its own, offering your ass to the ghost captain like you were all his. “Fuck me, Wooyoung,” You whined.
Yeosang, your dead husband, who had set fire to your mansion and almost killed you in the process, slowly began to fade to the far recesses of your mind. The ghost of him haunted you during the day and during the night. But the minute that Wooyoung pushed and grunted, and squeezed his way into your cunt, he dismissed the mental ghost of yours. His cold fingers dug into your hips, the slap of his thighs against your ass a welcome relief to the hotness of your body. The more cold reality Wooyoung brought to you, the further away your demons were driven.
“Such a divine creature,” Wooyoung praised you. He raised your body so it was flush with his; his chest to your back. His fingers found the burn marks on your body and he traced them with awe. Wooyoung could find no flaw in you, especially the way your cunt took his thrusts.
“Wooyoung,” You whispered as he kissed the nape of your neck.
“I can give you the release you need,” Wooyoung promised, tongue sweeping along the skin behind your ear before carefully taking the lobe of your ear between his teeth.
Wooyoung can’t come, of course, he’s a ghost, but he swore it was as if his dick was alive for you. He didn’t care if he couldn't truly feel your pussy walls clenching down on him. He could hear the moans dropping from your lips and he believed he had discovered his newfound purpose in his afterlife.
“I’ll take over this ship again. I’ll make it a ghost ship with a ghost crew. And you will be my figurehead, the lady of the ship. I will bring you untold pleasure and steal all the treasure in the seven seas to drape along your body. And you will remain in my cabin, in my bed, with my head between your legs, my body for your satisfaction.” Wooyoung promised to lay the world at your feet, and after what you had endured, you found that perhaps you’d rather someone burn the world down for you then burn your world down around you.
Wooyoung continued his tirade, fucking you so well, the drag of his cock against your walls pushing you towards a release you had not known you so desperately needed.
“I'll revive the pirate era and I'll make you the queen of the pirates and all will know you for the way you are spoiled. No one would dare look at you in fear I would cut them down.” Your cries were starting to crescendo, so Wooyoung slipped his finger between your outer lips and circled your clit. “I will give you the world for simply making me feel alive again,” Wooyoung whispered almost like a prayer in thanks.
You came, and hard, finally screaming for Wooyoung. He clamped a chilly hand over your mouth so as to not alert anyone of your carnal affairs in his cabin. That secret could come out later, but not before he attempted to lick your cunt and see if he couldn't help that haunted look in your eyes leave permanently.
Special thanks once again to @starlitmark for helping me make such pretty pretty posts for my revenge month!
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Of Mice and... Heretics?
kai parker x reader
summary: of all the problems to have in mystic falls, yours is mice... luckily, kai comes to the rescue (heretic!kai) (soft!kai)
tags: anxiety, mice invasion 🐁, compulsion, heretics, found family, first kiss / kissing, fluff, friends to lovers, she/her pronouns used
word count: 4.3k
a/n: i have so many requests i'm working on, but i'm slightly tipsy and want to publish something, so here's a cute lil fluff piece 🩷
Fear is what woke him up this morning. Fear is what drove him to make his way across town. It is what brings him, now, to stand outside her porch, staring at the door.
Something’s wrong. He can sense it. His fingers shake with nervous anticipation.
There’s no sound coming from inside the house, yet the thought brings no comfort.
Kai waits, desperate for a sound. Anything that could tell him she’s alright. He considers yelling out to her, but if she’s in danger, that could risk her life. He takes a deep breath and tries to calm his hands.
But then it happens. The feeling that yanked him from his restless sleep returns, and a sharp arrow of panic hits him in the spine. Y/N’s heart rate speeds quickly, as if the organ is trying to jump out of her chest. A moment later, a rustling, then, she screams. Kai can hear her scrambling away from something, then barreling down the hall.
“Fuck!” She yells.
Kai can’t take it anymore. To hear her so afraid, yet resist helping. He knocks heavily on the door and calls her name. A wave of shock rushes through her, but she opens the door to him, nonetheless.
“Kai?” She looks surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“Hi, princess.” He tries against the door, but hits a resistance. He’d never been inside her house. Kai stops immediately, not wanting her to get the wrong idea of him being there. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
“Am I…? What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
“What?” He’s confused now. Confused by her confusion as she acts like nothing’s wrong. As if she didn’t just scream and jolt in heavy panic.
“Did something happen? At the grill?”
“No-”
“Are you hurt? Do you need-”
“I’m fine, princess. I’m asking if you’re hurt. Is there someone inside?”
“Someone… like as in… no? Do you mean…?”
Y/N isn’t understanding his question. Kai grows more and more worried by the second.
“I mean like is someone in your house right now? Are you in danger?”
“Danger? No. Why would you think that?”
Kai finally catches his breath for a moment. He rests a hand on the door frame.
“Are you okay?” She puts a hand on his shoulder, then looks out to the neighborhood. “Did you run here?”
“Yeah, I-” He’s still breathing heavily, unable to answer.
“Kai, what’s wrong? Did something happen in town? I didn’t get any messages from-”
“Nothing’s wrong in town. Everyone’s fine.”
“Then what’s wrong? Why are you so panicked?”
Kai debates telling the truth. She doesn’t need to know he cares for her. Yet… he can’t lie to those big, beautiful eyes. “I heard your heart pick up. I thought something was wrong.”
“You heard…?”
“I felt this weird feeling, like something wasn’t right, and then I heard your heart pick up, several times, over the course of ten or so minutes. Then I heard a scream, and you running down the hall, and I needed to make sure you were okay.”
“You…,” it hits her that he came to check on her, because he had an inkling that she might’ve needed help. “Kai… You ran across town to make sure I was okay?”
“I got worried. I’ve never felt so much anxiety in my life. My hands were shaking with the prospect that someone could’ve hurt you, or taken you.” He finally looks up. Never has she seen his eyes with so much emotion.
She reaches out to his face, stroking a finger down his cheek. “I’m okay. I’m-” she pauses, “come inside.”
“What? Y/N-”
“Shh, come on in. It’s fine.”
Damon had specifically instructed her to never let the “big bad heretic” inside her home. No matter how much he’s “reformed” or “changing,” Damon didn’t trust him. Especially not with the kind, little human of Mystic Falls.
Kai slowly follows her inside, a little nervous. She brings him to the kitchen table and pulls out a chair.
“Sit.” He does. “Do you want a water?”
“Sure.”
“Good,” she mutters, retrieving a glass. “Drink that. She then joins the table with her own.
“You promise you’re okay?” He asks after a sip. “Y/N… you sounded so scared.”
She smiles. “I, uh…” her eyes catch something in the corner of her kitchen. Her heart starts to race again and her smile fades. “Watch out!”
As soon as Kai follows her gaze, a streak of gray crosses the tile floor. She shrieks and bounces in her chair, tucking her legs under her.
“Fuck!” She yells again.
In a second, it’s gone. But when Kai looks back at her, she looks as if she’s about to cry.
“Hey,” he reaches towards her face, “what’s wrong? You okay?”
“It’s so annoying! I can’t deal with it anymore!”
“Talk to me, princess. What’s going on? Is that why you screamed earlier? What’s got you so afraid?”
She lifts her face, which is quickly staining with tears. “Ever since my parents died, I’ve had this big, stupid house to myself, and I’m not good at taking care of an entire house. And this winter’s been particularly shitty, and it seems all of the town’s fucking mice have decided to take up residency in it! I can’t take it anymore! I’m scared to sleep, I’m too disgusted to eat anything, and I have nowhere else to go!”
It all makes sense now. The sudden here and now patterns of fear; the short screams; the blink and you miss it streak of gray. Y/N has her hands over her face, blocking herself from Kai, embarrassed by her situation. Of all the problems to have in Mystic Falls, hers is mice.
To Kai though, that’s much preferred over the recent problems they’ve faced.
Like for example, his own species of heretics running loose.
“Y/N, look at me.” He takes one of her hands, but she’s stubborn.
“I can’t.”
“Come on…”
“Kai…”
“Let me help you with this, okay? Whatever you need, let me do it. I can go get traps or clear out their hiding spots. Or we can call someone, like a professional, to do it.”
“I don’t want to burden you with it-”
“You’re not burdening me, Y/N, I care about you. I don’t want you to be in fear, or not be able to sleep and eat. And I have nothing better to do anyway, so I promise, you are not a burden.”
“I don’t know…”
“Please, Y/N.”
She finally looks at him. “You sure?”
“Positive.”
“Okay.”
Mmkay.” He fights the urge to kiss her hand when she offers it. Instead, he just helps her to her feet. “Show me where you’ve had the most problems.”
She takes a fire poker and stabs inside her kitchen pantry. Immediately, something rustles inside and she jumps. Kai catches her before she can tumble into him, having lost her balance. He picks her up and puts her on the counter. She doesn’t even resist.
“Okay.” He takes the poker. “Here?”
“I don’t want you to get bit.” She prepares to jump down.
He keeps her still with a hand on her knee. “Ah, ah, ah, you stay there. They can’t hurt me.” Kai pokes the spot - or rather, stabs hard enough to make a loud sound on the hardwood - and something runs.
“Ah!” She screams, scrambling, and grabbing onto his shoulder as he backs up into her. His back makes contact with the counter, but he ends up between her legs. “You okay?”
“Startled me,” he admits.
“It’s scary! They’re bold!”
“Very. Do you want to just call someone to deal with it, or do you want us to do this?” She doesn’t reply, thinking about her options, and he turns to her. One look at her face, though, and he makes the decision for her. “I’m going to call. I don’t want you dealing with this anymore. Certainly not putting you at risk for getting bit.”
“Okay.”
Within the next thirty minutes, Kai with his compulsion is able to get an exterminator out to her house. He walks through it, devises a plan, and then talks to them about it.
“I’m assuming you’re her husband? Boyfriend?”
Before Kai can answer, she stutters to answer that he’s a friend. Kai swallows hard. He didn’t even know she considered him a friend.
“Oh, okay, apologies. Well your friend here is right, it’s a pretty big problem. But whether or not this is a comfort to you, we’ve had a lot of cases lately. Unfortunately, it might take a couple weeks for us to get some guys out here, but-”
“Weeks?” She asks, horrified.
“Unfortunately, yes. I only have so many guys, and we have sixty other houses-”
Kai puts a hand on his shoulder. “Listen, man. You’re going to make her your top priority. Tell your guys that her situation is dire, and she’s having trouble co-existing with the little stupid creatures in her house, and you need to get them out asap.”
The man blinks. “Actually, since this is such a bad case, we’ll make you our top priority. The guys will be out here first thing in the morning. Do you have somewhere you can stay for a day or two?” He shrugs. “Typically, people are fine staying in the home while work is being done, but it would go faster if no one was around while we wait for the traps to catch.”
“She can stay with me.”
“Alright, perfect! Just swing by around nine in the morning tomorrow to let us in, and we’ll get to work.”
“Great, thanks,” Kai responds.
“Thank you,” she nods to him.
The man smiles, then goes out on his merry way.
Kai avoids eye contact with her for a moment, afraid he’s overstepped his boundary. He didn’t ask before one, compelling the man, or two, deciding she would stay with him overnight. She called him a friend, yes, but that didn’t mean she trusted him.
However, she softens the moment the man leaves. She had a cold exterior up to match Kai’s confident compulsion, but it comes down once it’s just the two of them again. She sighs, then perches herself on the arm of her living room chair.
“Thank you, Kai.”
He looks at her, finally, and smiles.
“Are you sure you want me to stay with you?”
“You’re welcome to, if you’d like. I understand if you’d prefer the Salvatore house, though.”
“What are the other heretics like?” She knows, from Damon, that he lives with them. If he didn’t, he’d have nowhere to go.
“They’re not all that bad. They’re quite like family, actually. If I tell them to leave you alone, they will.”
“Okay,” she smiles, “let me get a bag ready.”
Kai is surprised she agreed to his offer, but he’s more happy than anything else. He couldn’t bear to leave her in that house, even if she let him stay with her - which he would’ve asked, if she insisted on staying there - and knew he needed to get her out. He doesn’t bother to ask Lily, nor the rest of the heretics, before showing up with her. Nor does he inform Damon, or any of her friends of the situation. Y/N doesn’t tell any of them either; they don’t need to worry about her being with Kai. She trusts him.
Since Kai had run to her, though, they have to walk back. He proposes retrieving a car to drive her, but she insists she doesn’t mind the walk. In the thirty minute stroll across the town, she gets to know him a lot better, and him, her. Both, of course, know what their friends say about the other, but for the first time, they get to hear truths from their own mouths. By the time they reach the old, abandoned house, small mutual crushes on both ends grow into something more. He’s always liked the quiet human; she’s always been curious about the dangerous siphon.
When Kai strolls through the back door, Valerie is first to check out the sound.
“Ah, you. Now where did you run off to? Oh! You’ve got a girl.”
“Hi, Valerie.”
“You’re lucky Lily hasn’t come around yet, or she’d surely scold you for leaving in such the hurry you did.”
“Val, who are you talking to?” The voice of Nora rings through the hallway. She stops when she sees Kai. “Oh!” The girl’s eyes light up at the sight of his companion. “Is this the girl for whom you were concerned?”
“Yeah, um, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Valerie and Nora.” He nods to Mary-Louise as she enters the room. “Mary-Louise. And this is Y/N.”
“Hi!” The blonde greets.
“Can we please get into the actual house, guys? It’s cold outside, and she doesn’t need to be by the door anymore.” Kai sasses his newfound family.
“Right, sorry,” Nora answers, waving the two down the hall.
There’s a fireplace in the living room. That’s where the four heretics guide her, then nod for her to make herself at home. Kai introduces her to three others, Oscar, Malcomb, and Beau, and then retreats into the kitchen to make a warm drink. He shoots warning glances at all six, as if daring them to even look at his girl wrong. Nora rolls her eyes.
“Thank you guys for letting me stay the night,” she says quietly.
“Of course,” Mary-Louise fetches a blanket from the closet, then puts it around her shoulders. “A friend of his is a friend of ours. Even if he can be the most annoying little-”
“Mary!” Her girlfriend scolds.
“-thing sometimes.”
Nora comes to the girl’s side on the couch. “He isn’t that annoying. And we practically owe him our lives.”
“True.” Then she whispers, “but he’s still fun to tease at times.”
“Especially when he’s all bothered about a certain someone,” Valerie agrees. When the girl cocks her head in confusion, she laughs. “He was wondering about you all night. Worrying the wood with his pacing. Convinced something was wrong.”
“The minute Lily left, he shot across town,” Mary finishes.
“He’s not going to like you telling his secrets, girls,” Nora warns.
Her girlfriend chuckles. “Oh, what’s he to do? Kill us? He adores us.” She goes back to addressing her, “Kai is secretly a big softie, no matter what your friends might say. He cares for the people he likes. You included.”
The girl smiles.
Kai then comes back and hands her a steaming mug. After one sip, she’s already feeling more cozy.
“Thank you.”
“See?” Mary whispers. “Softie.”
A giggle escapes her lips. She avoids Kai’s gaze, who then asks, “what have you guys been saying about me?”
“Just that you’re real sweet on the people you like. It’s a compliment, Kai, accept it.”
The boy chuckles, but doesn’t respond to her comment. “When is Lily expected back?”
“Who knows with Lily?” Valerie rolls her eyes. “She’s been so unpredictable lately.”
“Patience,” Malcomb scolds. Everyone turns to him; no one knew he was still in the room. “She’s preparing us for the modern day. The least we can do is give her the time she needs to make us ready.”
“Kai knows the modern day,” Nora murmurs, “I don’t get why we don’t just take his advice and then go and explore it ourselves.”
“You know how Lily likes to do things. Have some respect.”
Before things can get heated between the heretics, Kai helps his girl to her feet to bring her upstairs. As he begins to leave, though, with her waving bye to the girls, Malcomb catches his attention.
“Do tell Lily you’re keeping her here. Especially if she’s friends of her sons, you could get us all in a load of trouble.”
“Damon nor Stefan know I’m here,” she says, rather boldly, “I’m only staying for a couple days.”
“Still.”
“I’ll handle it,” Kai tells him.
Once in his room, she starts nosing around his stuff. There isn’t a lot in there, but she likes being able to see a side to him not often seen.
“Sorry about them, whatever they told you,” Kai says, sitting on the edge of his bed and untying his boots.
“It’s okay. They were sweet.” She joins him on the bed, tinkering with something found on the nightstand. “You said they’re like family?”
Kai nods. “The heretics are all outcast Gemini siphons that Lily turned into vampires. Back in 1903, the coven locked them up. But when Bonnie trapped me in 1903, I started feeding them. We relied on each other for company, and eventually, found a way out. If you think about it, we are family just as much as we feel like we are.”
She smiles. “I’m happy you have them, Kai. I wish I was allowed to…” she words fade.
Kai turns to her, head cocked. He hooks a finger on her chin and prompts her to finish the sentence. “Allowed to…?”
“Talk to you,” she whispers. “They wouldn’t let me talk to you. Kept me holed up most of the time you were around.”
Kai remembers that. Y/N would be out with her friends, but the moment Kai would show up, they’d hurry her away, out of sight. Y/N would always argue about it, but they’d always win. She’d offer him a smile whenever she could sneak it.
“I secretly, really wanted to talk to you. Of course, secret to you, not them. They were always afraid you’d find a way to hurt me, but I never thought you would.” She finally looks at him. “I think it made them nervous that I wasn’t afraid of you.” She pauses. “And then there was the wedding…”
Kai swallows. He never got to ask nor thank her about the wedding. Truth is, she’s the reason he’s alive. She begged Damon for his life, and the vampire, for some reason, listened. “About that… thank you.” She smiles, but then looks back down at the thing in her hands. “Why did you do it? Why did you save me?”
She shrugs, but Kai knows she has an answer deep down.
“Y/N…”
“You never really got to do a lot of living before, y’know, everything. Bonnie never thought you were redeemable, but I trusted that if you were just given a chance, you could, I don’t know, adjust to a normal life. So I was researching ways to get you out of the prison world, and I was trying to find where she hid the ascendant, because I wanted to at least try, but then you got yourself out. And, I don’t know, maybe that was for the better; maybe it’s what you needed, because you have the heretics now, and since you’re a heretic, your dad is dead and you can live without the fear of him coming for you. So as scary as the idea of you being a heretic was to Damon, I begged him to just give you a chance. If it went wrong, they could blame me, but I didn’t think it would. I didn’t think you would.” She pushes buttons she doesn’t know on the device she’s holding. “And you haven’t. To Bonnie’s dismay, you’ve proven me right so far.”
“You tried to get me out of the prison world?”
“Well I didn’t get a chance to try, but I wanted to-”
Kai takes his pager out of her hands and kisses her suddenly. He rests a hand along her face, cupping it gently, but breaks it off seconds later. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Her cheeks are tainted red but she doesn’t look at him. “I’m glad you’re alive, Kai.”
“I am, too.”
“Are you happy as a heretic?”
He sighs. “I didn’t want to be a vampire, but it’s not bad. It feels nice to have a family that cares about me.” She nods, smiling. He then adds, “thank you, too, for caring about me.”
She meets his eyes. “Thank you for proving me right.”
For a moment, they’re silent. He holds his pager while she stares at the floor. Her lips tingle from his kiss, but she’s too shy to ask for more. Then, quickly, he hands the device back to her. “I didn’t mean to take this from you.”
“That’s okay. I don’t even know what it is. I shouldn’t’ve taken it.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You don’t know what it is?”
“No.”
“It’s a pager.”
“...Oh.”
“Do you know how they work?”
“No.”
“Great, how old am I?”
She giggles. It’s a beautiful sound. “That’s okay… older men are better anyway,” she winks.
Kai chuckles. There’s her secret. Y/N is quite possibly the cutest, most gorgeous girl he’s ever seen, yet he’s never seen her with a guy. The couple times Damon’s mentioned her, or Kai’s asked about her, he’d never mentioned a boyfriend. Kai’s always wondered how she could possibly be single. “So… like how old are you talking? My age? Malcomb’s? Damon?”
“Oh god no. I mean, Damon’s hot, but I don’t want to date him. And I’ll pass on Malcomb, too. But you’re not so bad.”
“Oh?”
She shrugs. “It’s kind of a win-win. You look my age, but I know you’re not. But you’re also not, like, my great grandpa’s age.”
He laughs genuinely, amused by her. She looks a little shy by his reaction, causing him to scoot in closer on the bed. His eyes dart across her face, reading her eyes, resting on her lips.
“Thank you for helping me with my mouse problem,” she says suddenly, “and for letting me stay here.”
“‘Course. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a little crush on you, Y/N,” he admits.
She grins. “You? Have a crush on me? Kai Parker, the big, scary heretic?”
“What, you didn’t think I’d run across town for just anyone now did you?”
“Guess not. But I like hearing you admit it.”
“For the record, I liked you even before you saved my life. I’d always ask about you, but Damon would always shut me down.”
She rolls her eyes, “of course he did.”
“But he’s not here right now.”
“No, he’s not.”
“So would you mind if I kissed you for real this time?”
“I hope you do.”
So he does. He closes the space between them quickly, yet kisses her softly. She captures his face in her hands; his find her back, lying her down on the bed. Kai separates her legs with his knee as he deepens the kiss. He can almost feel the waves of nervousness, yet also desire and arousal coming off her. He can taste it on her skin, soft and sweet beneath his lips. She touches his chest as he hovers over her. She’s seconds away from pulling off his coat and taking things further.
“Kai-” Lily bursts through the door as soon as she reaches for his collar, “oh!”
Kai sits up and looks at the door, eyes wide. Y/N, embarrassed, covers her face entirely with her hands. “Hi.”
“Hello. Um, Mary-Louise and Nora said you brought a girl over. I, uh, see you have.”
“Just for a few days. Her house is being cleaned out because of a mouse problem and I didn’t want her in there.”
“And this would be the girl you always talk about?”
He gives her a look that Y/N reads identical to a, “why would you embarrass me like that,” type of look that a son would give his mother. Lily only stares back, expecting an answer.
“Yes,” Kai finally says. “This is Y/N.”
She peels her hands off her face at the mention of her name. “Hi.”
Lily smiles. “Hi, Y/N. Lovely to meet you. Malcomb says you’re a friend of Stefan and Damon?”
“Yes, but they don’t know I’m here. They don’t want me with Kai, but I want him, so they won’t know.”
Kai feels a warmth in his stomach at her words. She wants him.
“And I assume you’re the girl that bartered for his life?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Lily looks at her, then Kai. “Very well then. Nice to meet you, Y/N. Stay as long as you need.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
She smiles. “You don’t have to call me ma’am. Lily is fine.”
“Okay.”
“And Kai… please remember we are all part vampires, and we all have super-hearing, so if that goes any further, we will all hear it.”
The girlish giggles of Nora and Mary-Louise come from behind Lily. Lily then turns and waves them away with frantic hand gestures. “Apologies,” she says. “See you down for dinner later.”
Kai turns back to his girl the moment Lily shuts the door. His expression has her throwing her hands back on her face as laughter erupts. Her whole body shakes from the position she’s in on his bed. Kai can only shake his head and laugh alongside her, until he finally utters out an, “oh, this is funny to you?!”
She nods her head quickly. Tears fall from her eyes, which he wipes away with his thumb. “I see what you mean, like family.” After a moment, she manages to compose herself. “It’s cute. It suits you, and you deserve a family that makes you feel like you’re family.”
He smiles, touched by her words. “Thank you.”
One more laugh escapes before she sits up on her elbows and looks at him. Her eyes have an endearing look that he adores.
“Can you be the girlfriend I sneak past my sisters because they always have to make fun?”
“Oh, absolutely, I will be.”
“Good,” he chuckles.
Another laugh is creeping up on her. Her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth is twitching. Before it can escape, Kai pushes her back on the bed and climbs over her body. He kisses her again, smiling into it, and finds himself the happiest he’s been in his life.
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Secret dating
Pairings: Scoup / cheolie × y/n
Genre/tags: Idol and non-idol dating. been friends with cheolie before becoming an idol but have secret crush to each other
Warning: (none) just something sweet and short only.
~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]
Words: 2.6k
Disclaimer:
- this story is just made up
- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊
Note: reposting all my stories one by one again as I deleted my acct by mistake. All of the stories I will be posting is all mine.
(All of my fanfics/oneshots are also available wattpad @/shinestar1024)
Every concert you have been present. You had jumped and screamed for every hard hitting songs and then sing along and cry every now and then for every slow and ballad songs. You have been there since the beginning. You had been and will be supporting your best friend's career.
Cheolie's career together with his group soared so high that they got busier and more focused on their careers than ever. You respected it and understood it. It's normal for his job.
But then, one day, something shifted between you two.
"What's with the long face?" Ace, asks while she hands me the cup of hot chocolate drink I ordered
I smile and continued to stare outside the window of the coffee shop.
"Wow! A new endoresment for SVT." She gasps as she looks at the huge TV screen across the street. The one I'm looking at. "They've been busy..."
"Yeah, they have been."
"They had an event too right? A fanmeeting... something... and they went on a festival as the main event?"
"Yes. They did."
"And... you didn't go?"
"Yeaah, I can't." I take a sip of my drink
"That's a first. How come? You always makes time for his things..."
"I do. I want to support my best friend... but..."
"But what?"
"Things at work got hectic so I need to do somethings and..."
I can't tell Ace that I'm starting to feel something off. Not that Cheolie and I had a fight or what. It's just that, my heart feels weird lately. And I need to control it.
"The last event was weekend... so did you went out? Coz I'm sure you weren't home. I called you and it sounded like you were outside."
"I was." I press my lips together. "I was on this date thingy that my friend at work set up."
"What?" Ace got all excited. "Spill the tea! How is it?"
"Hmm... it's okay... he's seems nice and sweet."
"So... a potential second date?"
"Well..."
"C'mon! Do it! You don't have time to date because all you do for your free time is sleep or on a svt event."
It's true. That's the only life you had outside work. It looks like you are obsessed from a third person perspective but it doesn't bother you. One you are a fan and two, Cheolie is important for you.
"He actually asked me out for next friday night...I told him, I'll let him know my sched at work next week."
Ace claps and cheers for me, "finally!"
*********
After getting home, I did some cleaning in the house, especially my room and then took a nice shower. I feel refreshed and calm now. What a nice way to end my friday night after a long week of work.
I was towel drying my hair in the living room while I'm watching a kdrama on the TV, when I suddenly heard the lock on my door beeps. I panicked a little as I am not expecting anyone but then a familiar figure appears.
"What are you doing?" He asks
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" I remove the towel on my head. "What are you doing here Cheolie?"
He's wearing all black from pants, hoodie and beanie
"It's late." I glance at the time on my phone and then saw a bunch of missed calls from him.
"How long did you shower that you missed all my calls?" He finally makes his way where I am and throws off.
"I have it on silent mode. I cleaned and showered." I explain
He sits down beside me and throws his head back.
"You look tired..."
"A little."
"Where you guys practicing today?"
"We had a photoshoot today."
"Oh... I see..."
Then his eyes darts straight at me, " oh, I see?" He repeats
"What?"
"Are you not a fan of ours now?"
"What? I am!"
"Then, why aren't you present on my last two events?"
I'm a little surprised that he noticed it. He barely had time now to meet me personally and event call me so, how did he know?
"Where were you?" He asks
"Hmm... first event... I'm at work. Overtime."
"This weekend?"
"I was on a date."
"A date?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"What do you mean why?"
"Why... like, why didn't you told me? Shouldn't I know this? And since when did you had time to meet anyone and have a boyfriend?"
"Whoa! Hold up!" I laugh, "boyfriend? No... it's just a date. My friend at work set me up to meet this guy. And, why would I tell you?"
"I am your bestfriend."
"Okay... but... you are busy... I'm sure my dating life is none on the top list of your concern." I tease
He suddenly became serious, "so you like him?"
"Hmm?"
"I am asking you, y/n. You like him?"
I scratch the back of my neck, "He's cute... and nice..."
"I asked, do you like him?"
"I don't know! I just met him once."
"Will you meet him again?"
"Ahm... maybe... Not sure yet."
"No."
"No?"
"I don't want you to meet him again."
"Why?"
"Because I said so!" He stands up, walking away and goes to my kitchen and opens the fridge to grab a water bottle.
"What's wrong with you?" I ask
"Don't." He says again after chugging the whole bottle. "Don't see that person again."
"What's wrong? Did you even know the guy I met?"
"No. But I don't care. You can't meet anyone." He throws the bottle water in the trash and comesback to sit beside me.
"You're being weird." I mumble. I throw the towel I have around my neck to the side and start to finger comb my damp dear.
We both became quiet for a while. I thought he was just focused on the show I was watching before he arrived.
"You smell different." He suddenly asks
I put my long hair to the side, still combing it with my fingers. "What does that mean?"
He pushes he's hood off, staring at me "Did you changed your shampoo?"
I scrunch my nose as I try to recall, "Not shampoo... I think it's the body lotion... My friend at work gave me one. She said she bought 2 bottles of it coz she liked the scent but I guess his husband and son didn't... so she gave me the other bottle.. then she can just finished the used one."
He then moves closers and gently reaches for my neck to smell. "It smells sweet." He mumbles. His breathe onto my skin tickled, making me jerk a little.
"It's vanilla, I think and some flower." I move a little away from him, which he notices.
"Why?" He asks
"It tickles." I run my fingers one last time through my hair. "You could've just asked me if you want to smell it. I can give you my hand..."
He smiles, "But you already touched you hair... so it will smell like your shampoo or conditioner too..."
"So does my neck! My hair touches my neck."
His smile grows. "Or maybe I just like to smell your neck."
"Weirdo." I shake my head, rolling my eyes at him.
"I missed you." He suddenly says and then proceeds to lay his whole body to me.
"Hey!" I protest. "You're heavy!"
"You're a strong woman. You can handle me."
"I'm not buff like you!" I try to push him away, with all my might but I fail. "Ugh! I give up."
"Just... let me..." he squirms more to get comfy until he reaches to the idea to actually embrace me. "I miss you..."
Crap! Why is he so clingy like this. Oh dear lord. My heart is beating out of my chest!
"Do I make you nervous?"
Should I answer him honestly? If I do, would it make things between us... awkward?
"N-no..."
"You're lying..." he nuzzles his face closer to my neck. "I can feel it..."
"Then why ask then..."
He chuckles, "you're so sassy..."
I suddenly became quiet after that. I just continued watching the show that is on right now. I just let him be. I slowly relaxed after a few more heart beats.
It's Seungcheol. It's not like a stranger is hugging me. Besides this is what he is, clingy and very affectionate. It does not mean anything.
For him.
But for me, as a weak girl, the things we used to do as young kids, now makes my heart flutter. I'm not sure if its because of him or I'm just that needy for affection since I haven't really had a boyfriend for quite awhile now.
"Cheolie... why are you here?" I ask, breaking the silence. "It's almost midnight... the members or your manager would be worried."
"I'm an adult." He mumbles, he's eyes were closed all this time. Though he's not technically sleeping coz he moves a lot.
"Of course I know that. What I meant is---"
He abruptly moves, raising his head up. We are eyes to eye. "Do you?"
"Huh?"
"Do you really know... that I am an adult?"
"What are you talking about? Of course I know. We are the same age. 27 years old."
His gaze slowly goes down from my eyes down to my lips. "When I say, I miss you.. what do you feel?" He asks
"I don't understand..."
"I said earlier... I missed you."
"I heard."
"So...?"
"Ahm... so?"
He sighs and move back away. "Y/n, you promised me to be present in every performance and event I have."
"Hey... I only missed two."
"You did. I understand. But... you didn't told me ahead of time. You couls've texted me and said, 'hey, I'll not be at this and that because this and that.' So... I will not look like a fool going around the stage, searching for you if you are in your seat."
"I ahm..."
"I always save you a seat. In case you didn't get a chance to buy your own ticket. You always text me if you got a ticket... these two times you didn't so I asked my manager to save you a seat. For those two events, I looked at that seat and you weren't there."
"Sorry..."
"I asked my manager if you arrived... and when he said no..."
"Hey... I'm sorry okay? I got busy and I didn't know that---"
"Busy? You went on a date."
"Hey. Cheolie, you are being---"
"Being what?" He snaps.
"Are we seriously will fight over a date I had? One date?"
"We will... if that date means something to you."
"W-wait. What do you mean? I'm not following where is this going..."
"It's simple."
I look at him and waited for him to say anything but he just kept looking at me. He's eyes shows a different side of Cheolie that I haven't seen before.
"I'm jealous."
What did he say?
"y/n. I am... jealous..."
But why though?
I can't speak. I'm too stunned to even react.
"It means, I like you. No, actually... not like... but.. I...love you... Y/n."
I finally blinked and breathe when I hear my wall clock strike 12 midnight.
"W-what...?"
"You heard me."
I take a deep breath, hand on my chest and look away. I think I'm experiencing a heart attack. My heart is faster than normal and I can feel my veins in head beating. Is this normal?
"Look at me..." he takes my hand and pulls me closer back to him. "Y/n, relax..."
"H-how can I relax.. y-you said..."
"I said I love you... yes..."
"H-how can you say that s-so casually... oh my gosh..."
"Because it's true... I can say it a hundred times more now just for you to believe it."
"Are you drunk? Or are you sleepy? Or... are you pranking me? Because I didn't go ... or... or..."
"Y/n... I will kiss you if you don't stop..."
And so, I stop. I tried my best to recollect my thoughts and not let my sleepy head confuse me.
Then, I look at him. He looks so cute. He looks a bit disappointed that I did stop rambling. I guess he really did want to kiss me.
I am not prepared for this situation. Yes, I am a little out of order but I am not welcoming this.
"Do you want to kiss me?"
His eyes widens. "What did you say?"
"You heard me..." I now bravely move closer. Closer to the point that I am sitting on his lap.
He eyes follows my every move, smiling. "Y/n..."
"So...?"
His takes me in, his behind my neck and pull me into THE kiss.
OUR kiss started slow, eyes looking at each other, testing the water. But when he felt that I am into it, he begins to deepen the kiss. More need and more thirst.
"I've never imagine us... kissing." I say as we both catch our breathes
"You didn't?" He tilts his head on the side, one brow arched.
"Like... duh... you are s.coups... the leader of SVT."
"So?"
"So? Hello... look at me and then you."
He smiles and kisses me on my cheek. "You are Y/n....my y/n.... without you... there is no me... remember that."
I can feel my cheeks burning. I try to hide it by looking away
"Hey..." he cups my face and asks me to look back. "Don't hide... I haven't seen you this long for quite some time... let me see your face..."
"You're busy... you guys are rocking it lately..."
"Yeah... we are.. " he smiles.
I look down at my knotted fingers, "so... we kissed.. "
"We did." He kisses me on my cheek again. "Are you going to ask me what will be our relationship after the kiss?"
I nod.
"Simple. You are mine and I am yours now. Exclusively...." he bites his lowerlip, trying to supress his smile.
I snort a laugh.
"What's funny?"
"Nothing... it's just that..." I look at his pouting face. "I just can't believe this...us... we've been friends for a long time and... now... we're making out. On my couch. In my apartment. And at midnight. "
"Why not?"
"Well...." then my phone dings.
I bet it's either his manager or one of his members.
"Look... Joshua texted me... they are looking for you... you didn't told them that you're coming here?"
"I told no one."
"You sneaked out?!?!" I slap him on his chest lightly, "Cheolie! You will be in trouble!"
"So?"
"What you mean so? Your career. What if a fan saw you or anyone from the news?"
"So, my career is important than us? Like... hello we are discussing our relationship!"
And we are back to our bickering relationship. We always do this. But we're not actually fighting, this is just how we talk. We nag each other.
"Cheolie..." I get up and try to pull him off my couch. "Go... I don't want you to get in trouble." I try my very might to pull him but he's strong. "Get up!"
"Let me sleep over."
"No!"
"Why not? I always do... when I visit you."
"Well... this time its different." I let his hand go and sit on the chair across him.
"Don't worry, Y/N... I will not do anything..." he smiles, reassuring me.
"Okay... but atleast inform your members and manager..." he nods "and sleep in the couch...."
"Okay." He smiles and then spreads both his arms wide open. "A kiss and a hug before you grab me a pillow and blanket."
"Fine." I kiss and hug him tightly before I went into my room to grab pillows and blanket for him.
"I love you." He whispers as I walk back out.
Its a whisper. But I heard it. And my heart felt it.
"I... love you too." I answer
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After the Night: Chapter 3 (Flashback)
1.5K Words. Alucard X OC!Reader. Reader is non binary with a femme body. AU but contains lore from Castlevania & Castlevania: Nocturne. Takes place during the last episode and goes from there…
Angst, Estranged Lovers AU, Soulmate AU, Alucard is a reclusive, flirtatious snarky brat. Not 18+ yet but following chapters may and will be properly tagged as such. Soundtrack: Glass Animals - Hooves (just for the vibes tbh.)
“Alucard?” You burst outside into the garden, head thrown side to side looking for him. “Alucard!!” You ran about without any sight of him. Did he go to Town? Or did he just take one of those silent man strolls he was prone to doing randomly? You were stunned, confused, you needed to know if this was true.
“You’re about to make me lose my fucking mind…” you growled, your shoulders bunching in animalistic agitation. A letter arrived, a very disheveled letter of warm love and missing of Alucard. How whoever this was missed his kind countenance and thought of their old days traveling. How soon they would be in the area and hoped to see him again, acknowledging he had every right to deny them if he so chose to…since they seemingly left without regard for him. You whip your head to see him breaking through bushes of the forest nearing you.
“Ah,” he said. “Apologies, I was around back and had walked to the river to read. I heard you calling…” in his hand was a massive, beautiful ornate collection of the Divine Comedy, ever the lover of drama to the highest degree. “You sound bothered…” he was worried. He heard from when you began stomping inside to the hard push and whack of the doors opening.
“Yeah, as hell I am!” You were angry. Your eyes staring into him. He didn’t know whether to inquire more…or disappear. Already accustomed but weary of your casual ferocity. “Who the FUCK are Sypha…” which you said mockingly, “and Tretor?! Trevor?” He was absolutely dumbfounded. How did you know about them? Did they show up? Were they here? His heart beat sped up, thumping loudly. Your keen ears caught it, lowering your possessive gaze to leer at him. While you two have not consummated anything, you ended up staying a day, a few more days, then weeks.
Now you could say it was about a month and a half since he decided you weren’t a bother enough to send into the night. This was uncharacteristic of you, somewhat scary to him. He could only muddle his own mind over his yearning for them, how you even knew of them, and why you are so damn upset about it? He wanted to set his hand against your chest to calm you. He would not let them hurt you. He would not suddenly quick you out. He thought you afraid of being abandoned, a soft sweet truly considerate thought.
“Why the Fuck,” you pull out a bunched up and admittedly clawed couple page letter. His heart sank. Was that from them? Why was it in your hands? When did it arrive? What does it say??? Really Trevor and Sypha? His heart yearned soon becoming angered. “You read my correspondence without permission?” There was some heat in his tone. That which you did not appreciate. “I sure fucking did!” Why were you so angry? You had no right. You were nothing more than someone overstaying their welcome. You be well aware you not comparable enough to question him or insult them. He was tired of you for the day.
“Give me that,” he went to snatch the letter from you but you retreated, angrily jumping away from him. “They miss you. They care about you…,” now you were being mean. “Oh how they love you…but alone you are and alone you’ve been…” it was not your place, you wanted to shut up. But how could he care? How could he get mad at you when you could see through this bullshit a mile away. “You call me a swindler?? What in the hell would you consider this!!!” You were absolutely screaming at him now. Thumbing through the pages remembering an especially enraging part. Your voice again mocking the sincerity of the authors. “Oh how we were ignorant to leave you so alone. It is with deep regret we were so selfish and did not consider you.” He wanted to snatch the pages from you as rough as needed. Only he understands…that they mean it. They have to mean it. They are the truest, most loving people he’s ever met. Not their fault he just…didn’t fit into their plans. No, at all costs you would not besmirch them.
He walked down on you easily. You soon reclining back guarding the papers to your chest. You looked to a scowl that while abhorrent was nothing…you knew he didn’t have it in him to really manhandle you. But to your surprise you were grabbed roughly and brought close to his displeased grimace by the ruff of your blouse. You wanted to bite him, bite at him. This was unlike any other spat the two of you had. Both seething mere inches from each other’s face. How upset you were he was upset you were upset simply trying to protect him! How you overheard him talking to handmade dolls or to no one at all, full blown conversations where he’d reply on the others behalf! Your eyes began to water, you closed them snatching away from his grasp and rubbing them quickly. “Are they…the dolls you talk to?”
Alucard…was flabbergasted. He ashamed and caught…exposed and disgusted. He didn’t know how lonely he opens was. He thought he hid it well. He thought… “No, they are not.” He knew you didn’t believe him. He knew you knew better. When he hastily would put them away as you’d enter the library, long after you caught him talking for hours. How you began to interrupt him—join him with the express purpose of being a real person to he could communicate with. So he understands…he could talk to you…even if he didn’t and just sat in silence. Your presence was felt…and he was grateful. But it took time. Every time you interrupt him he felt caught and confused. If you only had needed food, a place to rest, clothes…why did you follow him around? You didn’t follow him…but you did keep up with his whereabouts as often as possible.
You curious of him. Admittedly saddened on his behalf by his decayed social state. How his unnecessarily upset introduction and continued short temper made all the more sense. How you could lay off of him, just a bit, cause some days his head was heavier than others. Some days he wouldn’t look up from the ground. And others you couldn’t get him to look away from the sky. Always somewhere else…when you were right there next to him, open and willing if he just looked at you instead of everywhere, everything else. “Is it true? Are they the dolls, Alucard.”
“You have no right to ask.”
“I do not. But that’s why I push the matter. You characterize me as sneaky and always lurking about! I do nothing of the sort…and how!!! How of this? Had they not done the same? Have they not known the same warmth of your kindness? Did I leave the minute I got what I wanted? Did I?!” You lamented with the tears finally falling. What you didn’t know is they hadn’t left as soon as they got what they wanted. He sincerely understood you even if he didn’t agree with how intense you were about it. You just didn’t know them…but…he evidently had hurt your feelings by treating you with a close contempt. How he hadn’t considered his own hypocrisy allowing you to stay here, attempting to make nice, while he acted as if you were a bother. Knowing he wasn’t bothered by you at all…just…thrown off.
You didn’t know what they all had gone through. You didn’t know they saved your life and plenty others. World Savers. You didn’t know how ungrateful and insulting you sounded. You just sounded extremely overly protective, possessive, offended, excluded. “How could anyone…abandon someone like you .” You cried into your arm, shielding yourself from his now guilty eyes.
“Please…” he reached for you, much gentler, much closer to who he really was. But you turned away. “Here,” you threw the papers in the air. “You want to eat up that crap? Go right ahead.” Turning on your heels heading towards the castle entrance. He leapt for them, somewhat embarrassed at his eagerness. You scoffed unamused, “and by the date it was signed…they’ll be here tonight or late morning. I’ll be gone. I do not plan to speak, play nice, or even thank whoever they are. I hate them.” How childish of you. He knew you didn’t mean that. There was no real way to hate anyone you didn’t know. But your hurt feelings, and the failure of just demanding he acknowledged you…burning a hole into your chest. You stormed inside without another word, muffling your crying. He heard you until you must’ve ascended the stairs deep into the foyer towards the bedroom you chose. Then, with the clawed, crumpled papers in his clutched hands, he read and read and read. His heart racing. He didn’t think you actually were planning to leave. Or that he couldn’t make up to you somehow. Yet, you faded into the back of his mind, the exact thing you didn’t want as he hurried to ready himself and the manor for his long waited guests.
Next couple chapters may will be continued flashback. Smut + Action. We cooking with grease, now.
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Title: your name like a prayer
Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader
Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)
Word Count: 4,899
Chapters: 1/1
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Summary:
The list of mistakes Eddie Munson has made in his life is not short, but he’s pretty sure “calling out your best friends name while fucking your girlfriend” has jumped straight to the top of the list.
Additional tags/warnings: explicit sexual content, emotional infidelity (but not between Eddie/reader), alcohol use, dirty talk, pet names, best friends to lovers, drunk confessions, p in v, oral (f receiving), dominant eddie. Let me know if any are missing!
The list of mistakes Eddie Munson has made in his life is not short, but he’s pretty sure “calling out your best friends name while fucking your girlfriend” has jumped straight to the top of the list.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Eddie?!” Cheryl, understandably, shrieks as she throws articles of his clothing at him, rage burning in her eyes. “How long?!”
Eddie ducks, dodging a balled up t-shirt. “Cheryl, babe, it’s nothing! Come on, can’t we talk about this?”
“Talk about what, Edward? That you’re fucking that stupid bitch behind my back?!”
“Don’t call her a stupid bitch, and I’m not fucking her. I’ve never even kissed her!” He shouts back. Another shirt flies towards his face and he snatches it out of the air.
“Get out! Get out! I’m not fucking doing this again, I’m so sick of coming second to her,” Cheryl screams, dumping the rest of the drawer’s, his drawer, contents on the floor in a heap. “Grab a trash bag from the kitchen and get all your shit out of here with you.”
Eddie’s mouth drops open. “Where the hell am I supposed to go?”
“That’s not my fucking problem, now is it, Eddie?” Her eyes narrow. “You have five minutes to get your shit and get out of my life. I’m so fucking done with you.”
Wisely keeping his mouth shut for once, he rummages around the wreckage on the floor of Cheryl’s apartment for something to wear, pulling off the condom that is clearly not finishing its intended use, tugging on boxers, shirt, and jeans before following her instruction of grabbing a trash bag and stuffing the rest of his earthly belongings inside. He tosses the bag out the door as he walks back into the room he shared with Cheryl, avoiding her angry gaze and crossed arms as he grabs his guitar and amp.
When he’s got the rest of his things outside, piled up at his feet, Cheryl slams the door behind him, the flip of the lock echoing in the empty hallway. With a sigh, Eddie begins lugging everything down to his van.
Loaded up and with nowhere to go, he rests his head on the steering wheel and squeezes his eyes shut, a groan of frustration leaving him.
How could he be so stupid ? Five years of pushing his feelings for you down, down, down while he tried to move on with Cheryl, a woman he’d met out at a bar outside of Hawkins that he played at sometimes for a change of scenery, and he ruined it in less than two seconds. One slip of the tongue while he buried his cock in a woman that wasn’t you, could never be you, but he was doing just fine with, and now he’s homeless, girlfriendless, and worst of all, still you-less.
He blames the phone call he’d had with you earlier that day. You’d been choking back tears as you explained that your boyfriend, whom you’d been dating since high school and had decided to stay with as you went away to college, had broken up with you, even going so far as to let you know that he’d been cheating on you for at least a year. And while he shamefully celebrated the fact that you were finally free of that asshole, he calmed you down and told you that everything would be alright, and did you want him to come out to Indianapolis and teach that limp dick asshole a lesson?
The offer had gotten a laugh out of you, his favorite sound since freshman year of high school when he was paired with you on a biology project and he’s been a goner ever since. You’d hung up the phone, telling him you would be okay, that he didn’t have to bust any heads on your behalf, but that you’d call him later.
He turns the van on, Iron Maiden blasting through the speakers as he peels out of the parking lot of the complex, heading towards the Hideout. It’s only just past 9 p.m., which gives him plenty of time to drink his stupidity away.
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You’re still awake, having driven back to Hawkins in an emotional frenzy after your boyfriend (ex-boyfriend, you think bitterly), and you’re sitting on your childhood bed, trying to focus on the book you’re reading instead of letting your thoughts run back to Chase telling you he didn’t want to be together anymore. Both of your parents are working night shifts, your dad at the factory and your mom at the hospital, so you won’t be seeing them until the morning. You’re certain they’ll have a thousand questions about why you’re in Hawkins in the middle of a school week, so you’re grateful for the opportunity to sit in silence and try to wrap your mind around everything that’s happened.
More importantly, you’re trying not to let your mind wander to how your first instinct was to call Eddie. It always was. Ever since freshman year, when you’d been paired together in biology and you got to know the boy behind the metal music and chain accessories, and how that same boy that people seemed so spooked by would just spend an entire class period trying to make you laugh by doing impressions of your teacher when she wasn’t paying attention.
And how, deep down, you’d always wished Eddie had been the one to ask you to the homecoming dance. That it had been Eddie that took you out to dates at the movie theater, or to the roller rink. That it had been Eddie you had lost your virginity with, fumbling in the dark together until you’d figured it out. Or that it had been Eddie that came with you to college in Indianapolis, sitting with you as you studied for exams while he played his guitar.
But Eddie had never given you any sort of indication that he had seen you as more than a friend, so all those things had happened with Chase instead.
Just after 12 a.m., you hear a loud thump, followed by a deep groan outside your bedroom window. You inch towards your window to peek out through the curtains, squinting into the darkness. At first, you don’t notice anything out of the ordinary, until a lump moves in the grass below.
“God damnit, sonovabitch,” An all too familiar voice curses. Eddie flops over onto his back, arms circling one of his knees as he hisses in pain.
You throw the lock on the window, pulling it open in a hurry and leaning out to whisper yell, “Eddie?! What are you doing here?!”
Eddie scrambles to his feet, grass stuck in his hair, as he stares at you in disbelief. He’s pretty certain he’s dreaming - you’re not supposed to be in Hawkins. You’re eighty miles away, at college, with your pretty boyfr-
Oh shit, Eddie thinks. No, no there is no pretty boyfriend anymore. That’s right! You’d called him and told him about Chase breaking up with you! His lips spread into a grin as he remembers.
“Hey, princess,” he slurs with the confidence only a drunk man can possess. “Fancy seeing you here.”
“It’s my parent’s house, Eddie,” you reply. He saunters up to the windowsill, pressing his hands into the aged wood and hoisting himself through the window, landing in a graceless heap at your feet. “And you’re so lucky they’re not home right now, with all this noise you’re making!”
He giggles from his spot on the floor, staring up at you in the dim light of your room. God, you’re so pretty. He’s thought so since the first moment he saw you. But he was too chicken to say anything to you.
“Did you say something?” You ask, staring down at his dopey expression. You could have sworn he whispered something like soooo pretty. When he doesn’t respond, you try again. “What are you even doing here, why aren’t you at home with Cheryl?” It pains you to mention Eddie’s girlfriend. She was a nice enough girl, but you always got the feeling she didn’t like you very much. Any time she’d show up when Eddie was on the phone with you, he was quick to hang up with little explanation and hardly a goodbye.
“I…I uh…I fucked that up,” he says, slowly standing, unsteady on his feet.
“Are you…drunk, right now?” You ask. He nods, holding his hand up in a gesture meant to me just a little , thumb and index finger held closely together. “What do you mean you fucked that up? I thought things were going good between you guys.”
“Things were okaaaaay,” he says, drawing out the last word. He sits on the edge of your bed, head hanging low as he leans forward with his elbows on his knees. “She kicked me out.”
“Oh, Eddie…,” you say, uncertain how to continue. It must have been really bad for her to throw him out in the middle of the night. “Let me go get you a glass of water, okay?”
You leave without waiting for his reply, walking quickly to the kitchen and filling a glass at the sink. You take the moment alone to wrap your head around what little he’s told you so far, but the only thing that has your attention is that damned crush sparking back to life.
When you walk back into your room, Eddie’s laying back on your bed, arms over his eyes. You nudge his shoulder, and he sits up slowly before taking the glass from you, fingers brushing yours and making your heart race.
“You wanna tell me what happened?” You ask quietly. He chugs the water down in a few large gulps, swiping the sleeve of his jacket across his mouth when he’s done before leaning over to place the empty glass on your nightstand.
Eddie thinks about his options here, but as his eyes scan your face, taking in the concerned furrow between your brow, and your lip pinched between your teeth, he can only think of one thing to say.
“Your name,” he murmurs. You tilt your head, confused by his response. “I said your name.”
“Well, I mean, I guess I always knew Cheryl didn’t like me very much, though I never really understood why,” you reply. Guilt presses heavy on your shoulders as you think that maybe, somehow, you’ve caused this breakup between them.
“No,” Eddie whispers. His squeezes his eyes shut tight, blowing out a deep breath. “I said your name…while we were fucking.”
“Wh-what?”
Eyes still shut, Eddie continues. “I had her on her knees, hands up on the headboard, pounding into her, but the whole time I just kept thinking about you. Except, if it had been you, I damn sure wouldn’t have you facing away from me.” He lets out a rueful little laugh. “But I guess I just got carried away, couldn’t keep it in me any longer, and your name just…slipped out.”
You’re frozen in shock. Your brain is trying to comprehend the words coming from your best friend.
“I don’t understand, Eddie,” you whisper.
He groans. “Forget I said anything, let’s just go to sleep.”
You want to press the issue. You want to demand he tell you what he means by imagining you. In the years that you’ve been friends, he’s never given any sort of sign that he saw you as anything but. And you’d looked for them, hoping that maybe the goofy metal head you’d fallen for felt the same way.
As you stand there, battling with your thoughts and navigating the aftermath of the bomb he’d dropped onto your friendship, Eddie’s breathing goes deep and even with sleep. With a sigh, you tug off his boots, dropping them to the floor. You consider taking his pants off so that he doesn’t have to sleep in jeans, but decide not to. His mild discomfort is petty revenge for upending your world with one sentence.
You’re already in your own pajamas, a pair of cotton sleep shorts and a faded Hawkins High School gym t-shirt that’s more snug than it used to be but no less comfortable. You take a trip back to the kitchen to refill his water glass and grab some pain reliever, setting both on the beside table when you're back in your room. You flick the light off before grabbing the blanket from the end of your bed and draping it over the both of you as you settle into bed beside him, keeping as much distance between your bodies as you can.
You shut your eyes, but despite your exhaustion from an emotional day, your brain is wide awake and your body is hyper aware of Eddie beside you. With another sigh, you roll to your side, facing away from Eddie as you will yourself into a fitful sleep.
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Eddie wakes to a fuzzy head and a mouth as dry as a desert. He works one eye open, gaze landing on a glass of water sitting enticingly on a nightstand he doesn’t recognize but also doesn’t question as he reaches out for the blessing that’s been left for him.
Propped on his elbow, he chugs the entire glass down, a bit of the water seeping out the corner of his mouth in his haste. His eyes are adjusting to the darkness and he sees two pills on the nightstand as well, taking the risk of popping them with his last sip of water.
Satisfied that he’s taken care of his throat and his head, he lays back down. He goes to turn over on his side, to throw his arm over Cheryl–
Wait. No. Not Cheryl. Because Cheyl kicked him out…and then he went to The Hideout…before stumbling his way to–
His eyes go wide as he turns just his head to take in the body occupying the bed with him. His mouth goes dry for an entirely different reason as he takes in your hair splayed over your pillow, your lips parted and relaxed, your eyelashes fanned across your cheeks.
He starts to panic. What has he done? He tries desperately to think back to what he may have said to you and he begs the universe to give him a sign that he hasn’t destroyed the one friendship he couldn’t survive losing.
Like an answer to a prayer, your eyes flutter open. For a brief moment, you look confused, and Eddie is about to tell you to go back to sleep and that this is all a dream before making a daring escape out the window. But your eyes go soft, and a little smile tilts the corners of your mouth as you look at him, and Eddie feels trapped in that look.
“Eddie,” you whisper. Your hand shuffles out from under the covers, warm from sleep as you place your palm against his cheek. He hardly breathes, not daring to break whatever spell you’ve got him under. You shimmy forward, and Eddie feels your cold feet collide with his denim covered shins. Another shimmy of your shoulders, and you’re close enough that he can make out every shade he can see in your pretty eyes as you stare at him.
Those eyes shift down to his lips, and then flutter closed as you lean in to press a gentle kiss to them. Eddie holds himself as still as possible, eyes wide open. This has to be a dream. Or he’s dead outside The Hideout like Uncle Wayne always warned him he’d be ‘hanging out with that crowd’.
When you pull away, eyebrows pinched together with worry, an apology that he knows is about to fall out of those pretty pink lips, he finally moves. He wraps a hand around the back of your neck and slams his lips back to right where they belong.
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When Eddie didn’t kiss you back, you were worried that you’d made a horrible mistake. Even with his confession the night before, maybe he didn’t remember telling you all of that. Maybe you’ve just blindsided him, essentially assaulted your best friend–
Calloused fingers wrap around the back of your neck and pull you forward, his slightly chapped lips pressing tightly against yours and establishing dominance as they slide against yours. You let out a surprised sound, your mouth opening just slightly beneath his but giving him all the room to snake his tongue against yours. That surprised noise quickly melts into a moan that he swallows up greedily.
“Christ. Christ . I’m pretty sure I’m dead,” Eddie mutters when he pulls back for breath. You don’t get a chance to reply before he’s back, pressing kisses to your neck and nipping at the sensitive skin with his teeth. “You taste even better than I thought you would,” he groans against your shoulder.
“B-Been thinking about that a lot, Munson?” You ask, voice breathy, unrecognizable to your ears. He lifts himself off of you, propped up on an elbow to look into your face as he replies, “Only every day since the first time I laid eyes on you, princess.”
The words sound so sincere and heartfelt, but you swallow nervously. “Why didn’t you say anything? All these years?”
“Wasn’t my time,” he says, voice sad. His fingers trace along your jaw, almost reverently. “Wasn’t good enough for you then, damn sure not good enough for you now.”
Those words of self-doubt wrap around your heart and squeeze. You’re angry for the boy who thought this so many years ago, angrier for the man hovering above you uncertainly. You push at his shoulder, guiding him down to his back as you throw a leg over his waist to straddle him. Seated on his hips, metal chains digging into the inside of your thighs, you level him with a glare.
“Now you listen here, Edward Munson, and you listen well.” His eyes widen in surprise. “You are the best man that I have ever met. You are sweet and funny and kind, and maybe a little bit of a weirdo, but you’ve always been my weirdo.”
“And you know what? Maybe we both just needed time to get our heads out of our asses. And that’s okay. But we’re here now and I’m not going to let you talk something between us into a grave before it even gets a chance to live. You hear me?” Your chest is heaving as you stare down at him. Your skin feels flushed and you’re suddenly all too aware of your position, your center pressed to his belt buckle and his hands wrapped tightly around your thighs, fingers dipping past the hem of your sleep shorts.
“Crystal clear,” he replies. All at once, like a switch has been flipped, his features turn sultry. Brown eyes staring at you through half-lowered lids, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips as those fingers inch just a little bit higher. “Was that all?”
You’re about to protest when he shifts his hips, throwing you off balance and onto your back. He slips his body between your open legs, kneeling between them so that his thighs press against the back of yours. His hands reach for yours, pressing them above your head and he holds you there, his face so close that his lips brush against yours when he speaks.
“Now, that was a real nice speech, princess, and I sure do appreciate it, but I’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for here. This is what we’re going to do - I’m going to pull these sorry excuse for shorts off and get my face buried so deep in that pretty pussy I know you’re hiding from me that you’re going to have to send a rescue mission after me. Then, once I’ve got you floating in the clouds from an orgasm or two, I’ll slide my cock riiiight where it belongs.” Your mouth drops open in shock. Gone is your sweet best friend and apparently his sex god body double has joined the party. “And you’re going to keep your hands right here the whole time, or I stop. Now, do you hear me?”
“Jesus Christ,” you whisper in awe. He chuckles.
“Nope, wrong answer. I said, did you hear me?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
Your brow furrows. “Uh…yes, sir?”
His face lights up, and he hums his approval. His hands leave yours and wrap into the waistband of your shorts and panties, tugging them both down and off your legs and leaving you suddenly naked from the waist down. You try to press your legs together out of instinct, but his hands force your knees apart as he makes a disapproving noise.
“Now, now. I need room to work here,” he jokes. You roll your eyes. Eddie’s eyebrows rise in response and his hand moves, suddenly delivering a sharp swat to your clit. It’s shocking, your back bows up from the bed in surprise and a moan drops from your mouth before you can even think twice.
“Oh my god,” you hiss. Before you even recover, Eddie’s flattened himself against the bed, his mouth hovering over your core. You can feel the heat of him there, and you squeeze your eyes shut. “You don’t have to–”
“I’m gonna stop you right there. There’s no way you’re about to tell me I don’t have to devour this pussy like its my last meal.” He wraps his arms around your thighs, shoulders holding your legs spread as his hands pin you down right by your hips. “Now, eyes on me.”
You force your eyes open, meeting his lust blown brown eyes as his tongue drags through your hot center. You’re lost to the sensation of his tongue swirling and swiping through your folds, dipping into your entrance, the feel of his lips wrapping around your swollen clit as he sucks gently. You squirm beneath him, unable to get away from the onslaught of attention, your hands gripping painfully into the pillow beneath your head so that you don’t disobey his earlier command to keep them up.
It doesn’t take much for him to drive you crazy with the need for release. You’re gasping for air, moving your hips only as much as he will allow, and you feel like a wire that’s ready to snap from too much pressure. As if sensing this, Eddie pulls back slightly, the pressure of his mouth easing slightly. You whine in dismay as your orgasm floats away from you.
“Don’t worry, I know what you need,” Eddie murmurs, voice rough. He swipes the fingers of one hand through the slickness he’s created. “Christ, you’re so wet.”
One finger dips inside of your heat, deep enough that you can feel the cold bite of a metal ring against your hot flesh. He curls it as he drags it back out, and your back arches at the delicious pressure. When he repeats the action, he’s slipped another finger in. He continues his torture, the slow slide of his fingers in and out of you as you moan and whine.
Eddie leans up, never faulting in his movement, and presses a messy kiss to your mouth. His tongue slides against yours and he bites down on your lip in time with a hard thrust of his hand, making you gasp. He pulls back just slightly, only enough to look into your lust blown eyes and give you a shit eating grin.
“That feel good? Can you come for me just like this, or do you need a little more?” He asks. His thumb rubs circles against your clit and you moan.
“Eddie, wanna touch you, please,” you beg breathlessly. All he gives you is one short nod, but its enough to get you to wrap your arms around him, nails digging into shirt as he picks up the pace of his fingers. “Just like that.”
He groans, head dropping down to pepper your neck with kisses and bites. He’s winding you so tight you want to scream. With a hard press of his thumb and a quick drag of his fingers, you finally crash with a shout of his name. You can feel the smile he presses to your skin as he works you through your release.
“I gotta say, that’s been one of my fantasies for a long, long time,” Eddie says as he pulls his hand up between your bodies, pressing the tips of his fingers against your mouth. Your tongue darts out to lick his fingers, the salty taste of you blooming against your taste buds. “Fuck,” he bites, teeth gritted as he watches.
He pulls back, kneeling between your legs again. He tugs your shirt up and off, tossing it with your discarded shorts. He pulls his wallet out of his pocket, plucking out a familiar foil packet that he places on the blanket. His hands deftly undo his belt, and he flops gracelessly to his back in order to shove his jeans off.
As he returns to his position between your legs, you giggle nervously. You’re not a virgin, haven’t been for a few years, but your only experience is with Chase, whereas Eddie clearly has more notches in his belt. And you’re not judging him for that, far from it, but you’re feeling a bit…inadequate as you watch him rip his shirt over his head and toss it to the floor.
“What’s with the sour face? You wanna stop? Is this too much?” Eddie asks, his palms pressing comfortingly to your shins. You shake your head. “Then what’s wrong, baby? Talk to me.”
You struggle to find the words. “I feel like…you’ve got all this experience? And you’re just going to find me…boring.”
“Just having you under me blows every other experience out of the water. I swear to you, the only thing I’m thinking about right now is what a lucky son of a bitch I am,” he says, voice serious. “Besides, I’ll give you all the experience you need, don’t you worry.”
That makes you laugh, the tension seeping from your muscles. Eddie flashes you a grin before opening the condom and sliding the latex over his length. Your eyes drink him in greedily, sliding over the tightly packed muscle, the tattoos that stand out against his pale skin, the dusting of hair over his chest. You bite your lip as you focus on his hands as they pump against his impressive cock.
“See something you like?” He asks, voice cocky.
“See something I’d like in me,” you quip back. His mouth drops open in surprise and then he’s pressing against you, his chest to yours. You can feel the heat of him right against your core, but he doesn’t move to enter you just yet. Instead, he places his hand gently against your throat, his thumb tilting your chin up so that he can press a kiss against your lips.
You chase his mouth as he pulls away, but that hand at your throat presses you down against the mattress. His takes himself in his other hand, rubbing the head of his cock through your wetness before beginning a slow press inside. Your hands grip his forearm as he moves so slowly, giving you time to adjust to the pressure. It feels amazing, even with the slight pinch of pain.
When his hips are pressed flush to yours, he lets out a deep breath. He loosens his grip at your throat, bringing that hand to your hip instead and holding you steady.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans, pulling back just slightly before pressing in. “This is gonna be over embarrassingly quickly.”
You reach up, your hand gripping the back of his neck to pull him closer to you. The angle of his shallow thrusts changes, making you gasp. “I’m not going to break, Eddie.”
He swallows thickly, nodding once before he pulls out until just the tip of him remains pressed inside of you, before surging forward with a rough thrust that steals your breath. He sets a punishing pace, hips slapping against yours in the quiet room. His guitar pick necklace dangles in your face and you wrap your fingers around it, using it to tug his mouth to yours. It’s not so much a kiss as an exchanging of air as you pant against each other.
He presses your leg to your chest with a hand under your knee, the angle changing yet again to something even deeper that makes your pulse race. You’re so focused on the man on top of you, on his eyes that are locked to yours, that you almost miss the tightness forming in your tummy.
Your orgasm crashes over you in a wave, leaving you breathless as you clench around Eddie. With a shout of your name, he reaches his own release, his cock pulsing inside of you.
He collapses on top of you before sliding to his side, pulling you back to him and molding his body around yours. You’re both panting, sweat cooling on your skin, and he rubs his fingers over your hip bone. Sweetly. Possessively.
“I’m gonna say your name like a prayer every night,” he murmurs into your ear.
You grin. “That doesn’t sound half bad, Munson.”
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Wrong side of paradise (Reader x Steve Harrington)
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Summary: R & Steve have been friends since childhood. R has fallen in love with him but her love is unrequeted since Steve still has a thing for Nancy. When R get’s affected by headaches, she knows what that means but keeps it a secret. Until she is pulled in too deep and need help to come back. (Keeping it a secret, unrequited love) I altered the time-line a bit to my own choice! <Read part 2 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 >
“I…I need a moment.” – you said getting up. Nancy quirked her eyebrow up. You moved passed Dustin getting outside of the trailer. – “Just stay close!” – Robin shouted before you slammed the door shut. You hurried outside, creating a large distance between the trailer and you. Swallowing you tried to stop your tears from ever appearing. You walked in a straight line across the trailer park into the woods. Leaves crunched underneath your shoes. You gasped loud, gripping onto a wooden park bench in the woods. These weren’t just headaches. It was Vecna luring you into his death trap.
The dreadful pounding in your head, you had for a week now. You screamed loud knowing what it meant. You were sentenced to die. Fists trembling at the intensity of your voice scraping. You straightened yourself pacing around. The more you thought about it, the more it upset you. You screamed again, grabbing the bin by the picnic bench. Picking it up, you threw it away. Litter scattering the ground. You lost control. Stomping wildly on the ground, jumping hysterical at your emotions that needed to be outed. Running your hands rough through your hair. Screaming, crying, cursing in all ways. Punching your fists in the air at the breakdown you were having.
After a while broke you down on the bench, exhausted. All of your energy outed in your rage. Catching your breath you leaned back. Face up to the sky. Closing your eyes you took a moment to calm yourself down. You couldn’t return in this state. You wiped your cheek dry at the sound of twigs snapping. You jumped up, seeing a startled Robin. – “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you.” – she said holding her hands up. You lowered your gaze, relieved it was her. – “You… you okay Y/n?” – she asked dropping her hands. You sat down again with a deep exhale. Robin walked around the bench to join you. She let her elbows rest against the table behind her, leaning back. – “It’s all a bit crazy, isn’t it?” – she started.
“I mean last year with that whole mindflayer thing in the mall. Phew that was mental. Russians! Who knew they were involved in it. Now we’ve got Vecna haunting our memories for whatever purpose.” – She rambled on with a shiver. – “Can you imagine Vecna tormenting your conscious, slithering his way in to show you all sort of traumatic shit and when he finally has you, he bends you like a straw. Eyes gouged out…” – you shuddered at the thought, thinking about it. – “Robin!” – you called out, wanting her to stop. She abruptly stopped, looking at you. – “Oh sorry. I ramble on when I get nervous. My mother always says it to me that I can’t seem to stop talking and I barely even notice it…” – she paused smiling. – “I am rambling again… I’m…I’m just going to shut my mouth.”
You chuckled seeing her press her lips together with a lot of effort. Robin smiled seeing you cheered up. She leaned forwards staring into the woods. – “I don’t think we’ve actually had a full on conversation without Steve present.” – she said swaying her feet back and forth. – “No…” – you answered with a faint smile. – “It’s quite nice…” – Robin spoke looking over at you. – “It is.” – you replied. Robin got up, offering you, her hand. – “Ready to be amongst the lions again?” – you nodded, letting her pull you up. The two of you entered seeing a few heads turn in your direction. – “Found her!” – Robin exclaimed pointing at you.
You moved to the background letting the other’s take charge as usual. You were surprised to see Steve slide closer to you. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. – “You good?” – he questioned. – “Yes… it was just a lot of information at once.” – you lied with a smile. Steve turned his head to you, laying his hand on your head. – “Good…” – he mumbled out, lifting his hand up to pat you on the head. A few times slow. It made your heart flutter. Steve and you had been friends since childhood. As thick as thieves, just lately you started to feel more for him.
You wanted to be more than just friends. Steve looked away as you caught him staring at Nancy. It made your smile drop, knowing very well. You moved your head away so he would stop patting your head mindlessly. - “Shall we listen in?” – you suggested, gesturing to the others. You left without hearing his response. – “Sure…” – Steve said, his voice fading out when you left his side. He swallowed locking eyes with Robin before he sat down. Robin shrugged her shoulders.
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Your flashlight illuminated the ground. Dustin and Steve walked across behind you into another room. You entered a room in the old, abandoned Creel house. The room was covered in cobwebs, white sheets over the dining table. You lost your balance for a second, falling against the doorframe as you felt it. The headaches. Somehow it intensified in the old house. You pressed your fingers against your forehead to put pressure on it. – “Y/n you, okay?” – Robin’s voice startled you as her hand touched your shoulder. – “Yeah… yeah…” – you told her wiping your hand down your face. – “I’m…I’m just tired.” – it was half a truth.
You were indeed exhausted from keeping Vecna at bay and helping out your friends at the same time. Robin gave your shoulder a little squeeze. – “I can tell.” – she flashed her light up in your face with a soft chuckle. It made you close your eyes to block the light out. – “Sorry.” – she immediately spoke, lowering her light. – “That was a dick move.” – she continued feeling a bit guilty at pointing out your tired face. – “That’s alright Robin.” – you breathed out blinking slowly to keep the headache at bay. – “I do look like shit.” – you commented with a laugh. Robin gasped loud. – “You look gorgeous, you queen!” – she answered letting herself fall against you.
You pushed her away playfully, laughing loud. Robin and you busted out in laughter. Steve entered the dining room with furrowed brows. – “Really?” – he said pointing his flashlight at the both of you. Robin and you stopped laughing, swallowing nervously. – “Sorry Steve.” – Robin joked out, pressing her lips together afterwards. You tried your very best to hold in that snort that would get the laughing train going again. – “Can any of you please focus!” – He flashed his light up in your faces, making you move your hand up to block it. – “Roger that!” – Robin saluted with a sneer. You snorted loud, unbale to hold it in. Steve rolled his eyes, turning around.
You licked your lips watching him leave. Pining for him, couldn’t you stop yourself from yearning. You knew your love was unrequited, for who would not fall in love with Nancy Wheeler. She was everything. Your very own Nancy Drew with a badass attitude. Still it hurt to see him still fall in love with her. Robin nudged you with her elbow. – “Come on.” – She motioned with her head for you to follow. You slowly turned around, going after her. The two of you maneuvered from the dining room to the kitchen. You moved your arm up to your nose to block out the smell. Robin almost gaged. – “Ghastly.” – she commented, pinching her nose shut. – “Smells like Steve’s dirty socks.” – she joked sounding funny.
You laughed loud, inhaling a bit of the stank. It made you cough, waving your hand in front of you. Robin slapped you on the back with a loud chuckle. The two of you left the kitchen for what it was, heading through a door that lead to a smaller room in the back. There was nothing special in the room. Just some old baskets and dirty cloths that had caught dust for ages. In the back was a door, ivy woven around it, having found a way through creaks of the brick wall. – “So…” – Robin started trying her way at the door. – “What is up with you and Steve?” – she gritted her teeth as the door wouldn’t budge. – “What do you mean?” – you answered, letting your flashlight shine around. Robin stepped back with a loud huff. She stuck her flashlight out to you.
You took it, holding it for her. – “You know…” – she started, rolling her sleeve up. You gulped at the flirtatious wink that she threw at you. – “It’s nothing like that!” – you called out loud as Robin was rolling her other sleeve up. – “Come on Y/n. I’m not blind. I saw the way you looked at him earlier. You were practically drooling.” – Robin answered having another go at the door. – “I was not!” – you hissed at her. – “So… you are to tell me you feel nothing more for good old Steve?” – she grunted pushing at the door. – “I don’t!” – you responded loudly. Robin puffed some hair out of her face, groaning as she pushed against the door once more. – “Liar.” – Robin breathed out, using her weight against the door.
You groaned loud, joining in. You pushed your hands firmly against the door. It didn’t budge as you spun around. With your back against it, pushed you firmly. – “It’s nothing.” – you forced out between a clenched jaw. – “It is Y/n! If you like Steve, you should tell him!” – Robin breathed out, shoving her shoulder against the framework. – “What is the point to it!” – you answered frustrated. – “He’ll never notice me.” – you pushed your back hard against the door feeling it budge a bit.
“because” – you continued stomping hardly with your body against the wooden door. – “I’m not Nancy!” – you yelled out as the door budged. Robin caught you just in time before you were send down with it. Panting loud, shared you a concerned look. A cold breeze chilled up as the newly made gap caught your attention. Robin hummed curiously out loud walking through. You followed her into the yard. You gave her flashlight back stepping into the damp grass. Your light fell on a wooden swing, hauntingly rocking. It made you shudder. Robin and you parted a bit, each taking a side of the yard to investigate.
You felt the goosebumps rise in your neck, leaving a chill down your spine. The wind ruffled through the leaves, sending them dancing your way. You slowly turned around letting your eyes go up. Your eyes widened at the attic’s window. There you saw him. Vecna. Staring soullessly down to you. The striking of a clock made you jump out of your skin. The world felt like turning topsy turvey. Upside down with an eerie atmosphere. The wind sounded like a banshee’s scream. It made you cover your ears up, losing contact with the window. Catching your breath, looked you up once more.
The attic window empty. No sign of him. You started to look around frantically, hearing the clock chime thrice. Behind you in a hollow tree was the clock. You screamed it out, backing away from it. Gasping loud, you bumped against someone. Turning your head slightly to the left, saw you boney fingers crawl up your shoulder. You screamed your lungs out, slapping the hand away from you. Spinning around, saw you him stand there. Vecna. Henry Creel. – “Come now Y/n.” – he spoke holding his hand out to you. You shook your head, taking a run for it.
Meanwhile shone Robin’s flashlight on you. – “Did you hear me Y/n?” – she spoke moving over to you. Her flashlight dropped onto the grass as her eyes widened. – “Y/n!” – she called out, grabbing your shoulders to shake them back and forth. – “What… you… why didn’t you tell me!” – she panicked, shaking you roughly. You weren’t hearing her, trapped in Vecna’s curse. – “Damn it Y/n! Why didn’t you tell me!” – Robin fought back the upcoming tears. She breathed shallow, looking around for any help. Everyone was still in the house, unaware of the troubles in the backyard.
She knew the clock was ticking so heading inside for help would have no positive outcome. She knew she’d be too late to save you. – “Okay, okay, okay.” – she reassured herself tapping her head. – “Think… think Robin… what song did she like…” – Robin snapped her finger trying to get the song off the tip of her tongue. – “Think Robin!” – she cursed, slapping herself. – “Wow, okay I needed that.” – she said to herself as it was a wake-up call. Your song suddenly popped in her head as she called it out.
It took her but 1.0 seconds to start singing your favorite song. With her finger mimicked she the beat to assist her. She kept singing, shaking your shoulders for you to hear it. Her eyes widened when your feet lifted off the ground. – “No, no-no-no” – she stuttered out, shaking her head as you soared higher. – “Y/n!” – Robin screamed as you floated mid-air. Robin started jumping around singing as loud as she could. Screaming the words out as her arms flapped around. She kept singing while praying for you to hear her. The last thing she wanted was to see her friend bend like a straw.
Robin jumped swaying her arms in an attempt to catch you. She couldn’t reach it clearly, but that didn’t stop her from trying. She stopped jumping, moving her hands to her hair, still singing as she felt it was all in vain. Then all of the sudden woke you up, your body dropping to the ground. – “Y/n!” – Robin called out, catching you. She fell to the ground with you, pulling you close to her. – “Shit…” – she breathed out, sitting behind you. You gasped for air, trembling as you pulled her arm over you. – “I…I…Goddamn it Y/n. I thought I was about to lose you to him.” – Robin expressed angered.
She wrapped her arms tighter around you as you were shivering. – “Jeez Y/n. Don’t scare me like that.” – she said, letting her chin rest on top of your head. – “Sorry…” – you said, teeth clattering from fright. – “Don’t… don’t tell Steve…” – you added. – “What? Steve should definitely know about this!” – Robin answered as you removed yourself from her chest to face her. – “No! No one can know!” – you insisted. – “But Y/n…”
“I said no one! Robin please…”
“Y/n this is important…”
“Please… I don’t want them to know… or worry… I’ll manage.”
Robin shook her head slightly disagreeing. – “Y/n…” – you held your hand up to silence her. – “Robin please… I’ll tell them when it is the right time. Not now… not to Steve.” – you begged, taking her hand. Robin sighed deep, lowering her gaze. – “I promise.” – you threw your arms around her, hoping you could keep it a secret a little longer.
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Paradise on Earth (15)
Chapter: 15. The Darkest Hour
Pair: JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader
Word Count: 4.6k
Warnings: Language and violence (drowning, choking)
Summary: JJ and Y/n visit John B in jail while also planning on how to get him out.
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Rage fueled in your veins at the injustice of the system your brother had fallen victim to. John B was charged with murder in the first degree with aggravated circumstances and the possible death penalty. You sat throughout his trial, silently praying for the downfall of everyone sitting in the courtroom staring and whispering ill wishes his way.
Everything leading up to this moment had formed a deep pit that your heart just wanted to scream into. This didn’t make any sense, this wasn’t fair and the true cause of this was sitting a few feet away from you playing the part of the distraught victim. You didn’t realize you were staring and that they were taking John B away already.
There were no words of comfort that you could give him, there was no use, you would visit him as soon as he was processed into the system. Sarah called out to him and reached with her hand but was quickly pulled back by two officers standing in her path.
People filed out of the courtroom with praise to the judge and jury, grateful that ‘that criminal is finally off the streets’. Each word spoken in disrespect to your brother shortened the very short leash that your patience was on.
‘Justice is served’ ‘He had it coming’ Murmurs that were not made to be subtle were heard all around you. Each phrase made to jab at your brother was a tick in the timer of a bomb waiting to explode- you were going to explode. It wouldn’t do any good, of that you were sure, that was why you kept your mouth shut throughout the trial and as you walked outside with your friends.
Sarah's eyes and face were puffy from crying, you were sure she cried enough for the both of you, as soon as you got home you would be right next to her with tissues with matching tear streaks. “I should have never come home,” She stated.
“They’re gonna kill him, I know it” JJ commented.
“I am so sorry for what you and your family have gone through,” You heard an older kook say to Ward. “Thank God the system works.”
You turned from the direction you were walking in to face the voice that ignorantly spoke, “Can you shut up?” You walked their way and made your voice strong, “Of course, you think the system worked because it was made to protect you and people like you.”
“He’ll have his day in court and a jury will decide,” The man with peppered hair and fancy suit replied.
“He shouldn’t even be in court!” You exclaimed.
Kiara walked up from behind you a bitter look on her face, facing Ward and pointing directly at him as she spoke. “You should, ‘Cause you’re a murderer.”
You placed a hand on her shoulder and stepped forward, “You have a lot of nerve showing up to court. Showing your face while my brother is in jail with the possibility of the death penalty, because of you!”
Ward held out a hand like he was trying to calm a dog from attacking, “I know you’re upset. I understand you’re upset-”
“Upset?” You seethed. A couple of police officers had made their way to where the group that formed was standing. Against your better judgment, all the pent-up emotion came out as you lunged for Sarah’s father. “No, I’m not just upset!”
Shoupe from your left had gotten a hold of your elbow, Officer Thomas grabbed your right. They forcefully backed you up, Pope was behind you steadying you by your biceps warning Officer Thomas to get off of you. JJ, Sarah, and Kie blocked their way to you as soon as you were released.
“Why don’t you take the kooks down for a change Shoupe?” JJ asked the officer.
“You wanna get arrested?” Shoupe stared you down, He pointed at your group “Get out! You need to go.”
You saw red, you didn’t care if you went to jail or got the death penalty so long as Ward was dead. Whatever awaited him in the afterlife had better be something worse than hell for everything you and your friends had to go through. You inhaled hoping it would help the ongoing anger.
Sarah put her arm around your shoulders, “C’mon. It’s not worth it.”
“I'm so sorry, you shouldn’t be going through this,” Deputy Plumb’s voice was heard consoling the Camerons. You shook your head and rolled your eyes refusing to look over, thankfully Kie spoke up for you.
“It’s not a coincidence that your daughter’s sitting with us!”
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By the time the pogues were settled in the Chateau, the weather had matched everyone's mood. It seems like everyone had gone through the five stages of grief within the hour. On the way to your house, furious comments were made by Kie and JJ in your defense, in John B’s, and on the audacity of the people who had no fucking clue what was actually going on. Silence took over for a good twenty minutes, surprisingly not a word from JJ, the only sound coming from the rain pattering on top of the roof.
“I’m gonna testify under oath, I was there” Sarah announced. “I just need to get a hold of my sister.”
“Sister?” JJ muttered under his breath.
“I was there too,” You said. “His sister and his girlfriend, they’ll discredit us without a thought Sarah.”
“We would be under oath, they can’t just arrest us if they think we’re lying. We have to try,” She responded. “Kie, Do you have your phone? Wheezie is the only other person that knows Rafe wasn’t home that day.”
“Wheezie?” JJ breathed incredulously.
“I don’t know what else to do,” Kie hands Sarah her phone. “I got us into this mess, I’m gonna do my best to get us out.”
Wheezie was a smart girl but if she was the only hope to get John B out of jail, you didn’t know if you would put all your eggs in that particular basket.
“Yeah, that’ll work.” JJ scoffed. “Well, she’s right about one thing. We gotta do something, Our boy is held captive by the enemy right now, maybe even scheduled for execution. Are we just gonna sit here?”
“What’s the plan then?” Kiara stood from the armchair in the corner of the porch. “We start by kidnapping Shoupe?”
“That’s not the worst idea actually.” The scary part is, he looked deadly serious. You couldn’t help but cackle, exhaustion and delirium were what kept you going.
You love him, in moments like this when everything was so utterly fucked, it scared you how much the feeling overwhelmed you. The way he kept fighting for your brother made you feel safe. Although it was the most outrageous idea but that was JJ.
Kie and JJ stopped their bickering to give you an odd look, the silence and a full minute of laughing like a crazy person to the point of tears falling out of the corners of your eyes, you stabilized yourself. You wiped the tears from the corner of your eyes.
“That is the worst idea you’ve ever had,” You told the blue-eyed boy.
“It’s pretty bad.” Sarah agreed from inside the house as she typed away at Kie’s phone.
“Just stay out of this, okay?” JJ’s annoyance with Sarah was obvious.
“No, honestly though,” Pope’s features were stern. “What is the actual plan? You’re gonna storm a jail, guns a-blazing?”
“All I’m trying to get you to understand is they got our boy,” Pope and JJ are face to face now. “Are just gonna sit here and do nothing? No! We’re gonna get his ass, we’re gonna do something about it!”
The enthusiasm was encouraged but so was logical thinking. You watched as Pope tried to keep JJ from ‘thinking’ out his plans.
“We’re not storming a jail, it’s not happening.”
“Fine, man. Sit in your comfy chair and do nothing.” He looked you in the eye in full seriousness, an invitation to follow him in his plan yet his words trying to shame you all for not wanting to take immediate action. “I’m gonna see what I can do, make something happen. Even if I have to do it by myself.”
JJ runs out of the front porch, straight for his bike.
“Should we be worried?” Pope asks.
“Yes,” Kie sighs and shrugs. “I’m gonna git up my parents and see if I can get money for a lawyer.”
You decide to let Kie and Pope talk amongst themselves about the logistics and go after JJ was sitting on his bike, almost like he was waiting for you.
“Change your mind, Princess?” He takes off his cap and places it on your head to shield you from the rain even though it’s pointless now.
You swing your leg over the bike to straddle it and wrap your arms around his waist. “Just go before I change it again.”
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“Now where exactly are you taking us?” You say in his ear as he whips past all his cars on his bike.
“We’re going to visit a certain jailbird!”
You weren’t sure if it was even allowed considering it had only been hours since he was sentenced but you knew that JJ would find a way.
Turns out his plan was fucking stupid, not reckless for once, and for that, you were thankful but definitely stupid. He parked by a tree in front of the Kildare County detention center, and two officers walked down the steps and right past the both of you. JJ being extra, stood at attention and saluted them as they walked. You look at him annoyed and he simply smiles, you push him in front to follow his lead.
JJ did some thoughtless acts but Jesus he looked good doing them. He stopped by his house to change from his wet clothes that were soaked from the rain to a pair of dry jeans and a clean white shirt. He also grabbed his headphones and mp3 player. He fixed his hair, put on a pair of sunglasses and suddenly he was giving James Dean. It was bad timing for your heart to stutter the way it did when you saw him change his shirt in front of you as if you hadn’t seen him shirtless before.
It was over when he pulled out a shirt- your shirt- from deep within his messy closet. It was from when you slept over that one time, you must have left it here and forgot to pack it. The moment felt so domestic, too domestic, it messed with your emotions and you already have too many with everything going on.
You trained yourself to focus on the task at hand, ignoring the wrongness you felt from the sleepover with JJ and then actually having sex with Rafe (with some feelings that you’d rather not get into), the treasure, John B in jail… it was all too much.
“We’re here to see John B Routledge,” JJ said loudly. He had his headphones on with the volume to his music all the way up.
“No music, and get rid of the toothpick.” The man at the front desk enunciated his words.
“I can’t hear what you’re saying man, these things are on full blast.” JJ tapped on his headphones, not caring at all what the officer had to say. “We’re here to see John B Routledge.”
The officer looked to you, “Can you get your friend to take his headphones off? There’s no music allowed and you both need to clear your pockets if you wanna see the inmate.”
“Can do, sir.” You place your empty wallet that only had a couple of bucks and your permit, and your phone (that was dead). “He, unfortunately, has a mind of his own.”
He took a breath and mimed what he wanted JJ to do, taking off the headphones and toothpick.
JJ glanced at you then at the man and took off the headphones hanging them around his neck, “I mean, I thought it was a free country and all but I guess you don’t like freedom very much. Now do you, cupcake?” He smiled slyly, leaning on the desk with his forearm.
Now you supposed you shouldn’t be surprised by what he had the balls to say but your jaw fell open anyway, you covered your mouth and looked around to see if anyone else had heard that.
Turns out the Officer had enough of JJ toying with him and took JJ by his biceps and pinned him to the wall. You picked at your nail nervously, until the Deputy came and told the front desk guy that it wasn’t worth it.
JJ kept a wide smile as he saw her, “Good to see you Plumb. Nice to have something in your mouth, you know.”
“Take off your hat and empty your pockets.”
“Yes, ma’am.” JJ finally did what was told and placed his things next to yours winking at you when Plumb led the way to where you can see John B.
You flinched as you passed by a prisoner who slammed a fist on the window of his cell. He called out to you, “Why don’t you come in here?”
Next to you, JJ guided you to go in front of him through the threshold of the visitation area, Plumb told you both that you only had five minutes.
There he was, in an orange jumpsuit, wrists in cuffs. You wanted to hug him, tell him it was gonna be okay and that you were gonna get him out of this. The only one of those things you were gonna be able to do is the latter and only if you were able to figure out a plan which you didn’t have.
You sat to John B’s right, getting a good look at him now, his eye was still bruised from the beating they gave him when he was first arrested. The anger came bubbling back that formed in tears until you all looked at each other and burst out laughing.
“I thought it was gonna be me,” JJ chuckled.
“I think we all did,” You sniffed.
“Welcome to my humble abode.”
“When you said you had a new apartment, I had no idea,” JJ fidgeted with the visitation card they handed you both as you were officially signed in to visit.
You patted the top of the metal table, “It’s cozy. A little aluminum theme.”
“Yeah, I like to go for the cold, dark…”
“Alone, kind of theme?” JJ continued John B’s description for him, they nodded in sync. “Look, I would love to sit and chitchat but I’m on the clock and I’m here for one reason only, okay?”
Your eyes widened as you thought about the jailbreak idea JJ was playing with earlier. Was this it?
“Operation liberation, baby.” You facepalmed once the words came out of his mouth.
“Hear me out though, step one; piss off the cops so badly they don’t see what’s coming.” He waved at an officer that walked by the window looking in. “Check.”
“Was that what that whole thing was?” You slapped his arm, “A warning would have been nice.”
“Your right, I could’ve used some backup but your reaction was hilarious so it’s fine,” JJ was delusional. You ignored the fact that he really thought he was gonna pull this off as he laid out his plan. “Step two; at exactly 11 p.m. this evening, you’re going to have an attack of acute appendicitis.”
John B looked like he was doing the same thing you were, “Do you even know what appendicitis is?”
JJ’s pupils were dilated as he explained, “Remember eighth grade, algebra final?”
“Jesus Christ,” John B breathed. JJ faked appendicitis once before a test in eighth grade and was able to get away with it and this was the plan he was going with. You were glad you knew how it worked to visit JB in jail now since you were gonna have to get used to the process.
“It worked like a charm, to sell it, you gotta actually look sick though okay?” Not an ounce of a joke was heard in his voice. “You got some of that ghost face sunblock in here?”
“Be so fucking for real right now,” You kept your face in your hands stressfully, your head shaking in disbelief.
“JJ, I’m in jail. I have a block of soap, that’s it.”
“Is it white?”
Hesitantly John B replied “Yes-”
“Perfect, that’ll work. Take some of that, rub it into your face well, got it? You don’t want that shit rubbing off when they check your vitals.” JJ added. “After that, run your hands under cold water for five minutes. After that, you’re ready. Showtime baby, stumble out and collapse. Once you’re down on the ground squealing, they’ll rush you to the infirmary. There, you just have to convince the nurse that that sucker’s about to burst.”
He began to visually show John B the details of where the nurse will check him, John B’s acting skills would have to be absolutely flawless and without any doubt to pull all that off.
“I get it, I get it.” John B glances behind his shoulder and leans in closer, “Then what?”
“No fucking way, John B,” You stare at him in disbelief. “JJ he’s not doing this.”
JJ didn’t acknowledge you, “They’re gonna eject you to the hospital. Remember Cousin Ricky?”
“The weed dealer?” You questioned.
“He’s an EMT.”
“He sold us our first dime bag,” John B mentions.
“So? You can do both. It’s a gig economy, bro.” JJ shrugs. “Now, step three is extraction.”
“This is the dumbest freaking idea you’ve ever had.” John B states, at least you weren’t the only one thinking it.
“Yeah, you’re probably right but you know what’s even more dumb? You thinking you got any other way out of this.”
“JJ, this is a fortress.” John B explains, “They've got barbed wire, cinder blocks, guards on every corner-”
JJ stops John B from shutting him down further. “Don’t, you’re not the detail guy. Leave it to the professionals.”
“If you think that we’re the professionals in this you’re so mistaken,” You shake your head in disapproval.
Plumb was by the door telling you both that your time with your brother was up.
“You gotta trust me on this one,” JJ says and moves out of his seat giving John B his last words. “Nothing to lose now, 11 P.M.”
John B stares at you with a silent question, you squeeze his hand before leaving the visitation area behind JJ. Plumb led you down an unfamiliar path to the exit. She scans her badge before opening a metal door, JJ goes through first and goes towards another door to the right. It was an inmate basketball court, his dad was dribbling and blocking against another prisoner.
“Dad!” JJ pounds on the door trying to get Luke’s attention. “Dad!”
“Let’s go,” Plumb shoves JJ away from the door. If you didn’t know any better you would say she brought you both this way on purpose to get a rise of him. It was her way of giving him a sign that said ‘You could just as easily end up here.’
Seems like JJ caught on as well, he clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly as he noted, “I see what you did there Plumb.”
Your jaw tightened as you saw the way she was handling JJ, forcing him out of the center. “I just have one question before we leave. How much are you splitting with Shoupe?”
She shoved you harshly into JJ, “You’ll be back here one day, both of you. It’s in your blood.”
JJ started to walk away defeated but you wouldn’t, you couldn’t. This wasn’t what your life would be, not yours, not JJ’s. John B was wrongly accused and JJ was not his dad, “Fuck you, bi-”
“Y/n, come on.” JJ put his hand on the small of your back to lead you away from the officer who was meant to ‘protect and serve’.
“What a bitch!” You spat. The nerve of her, you had taunted her but deep down you knew that she was probably getting a major payday from Ward. Instead of letting you see your brother in peace, she just had to bring you down even further as if she wasn’t breaking major laws. “She’s a hypocrite JJ, she's not a fucking fortune teller to tell us what our future will look like.”
He didn’t say anything in response solely making sure you were ready before revving up the bike and driving away from the detention center.
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You told him you weren’t going to join him in his plans, he looked disappointed but since he was off from earlier he left you at the Chateau without a fight. You felt guilty knowing JJ definitely had a lack of support but you would only be a hindrance to the plan if you did go along with it. Instead, you found Sarah in one of John B’s shirts already several feet away from the house.
You ran up to her and asked her if she got in contact with Wheezie to which she said she was on her way to meet her.
“We’re here,” She whispered to herself clutching her gunshot wound as she checked the other side of the dock.
Wheezie apparently had texted her to meet her at the harbor. You went straight and paused, Rafe came around the corner. “Sarah,” You said in a small voice backing away slowly.
“Nah not wheezie.”
“Where the hell is Wheezie?” Sarah questioned from behind you.
“Don’t worry about it,” Rafe stepped closer with his hands half up in surrender. “Listen, it’s all good. I- I just needed to talk to you for a little bit.”
The stutter in his voice concerned you, he was out of it and it was only you and Sarah out here on the docks at night with this psychopath. Every step he took to close the distance between the three of you, you and Sarah held hands and stepped away.
“Is that okay?” He asked looking at you and then at Sarah. He reached for you “Y/n-”
“Don’t come near me,” You held your hand out in front of you defensively.
He sighed and focused his attention on Sarah, “What you do affects me, you don’t think of that, do you?”
“You shot me, Rafe.”
“That’s it, right?” He exasperated. “It’s always my fault like you know, I wanna keep what’s mine. That I got by my work and I’m the bad guy for trying to- to hold on to it?”
His pacing and waving of his hands while he talks make it clear that he’s unhinged. In comparison to the way, you and Sarah are frozen in your spots waiting for Rafe to make one move.
“It’s not yours,” Sarah tries to express.
“Like I’m wrong to protect what’s mine, huh?” His voice raises a couple more octaves. Chills run up your arms at his projection. Your mind takes you back to the night you spent together and you suddenly feel nauseous. His voice softens as he approaches Sarah, “Listen to me. The cops are going to talk to you and I need to make sure the story’s straight.”
Sarah speaks up, “You killed Peterkin. My story’s straight, listen this would go so much better for you if you would-”
His eyes roll to the back of his head in a lazy drug hazed way, “Who are you trying to protect here?”
“I’m trying to do the right thing.”
“You doing the right thing is the reason that you got shot because you were following John B.”
“John B might get the death penalty because of you!” She snaps.
“That!” Rafe points as he backs away and sits on a barrel. “That right there is exactly what I’m talking about Sarah, you’ve always been against me!”
She shakes her head, no, A threatening tone takes over “Don’t shake your head, you still are. You’re not just against me, you’re against us and you know, Dad always takes your side. Cause you’re gonna cry in front of him like you cried in front of me, but you- both of you listen to me. I am a proactive type of person and we have a problem, and I gotta solve that problem tonight.”
You glance at Sarah who’s shaking where she stands, you inch to the right, and Rafe follows your movement with his eyes.
“Do you understand?” He asks then shouts it at the both of you again, “Do you understand!”
You and Sarah took that as the queue to run. He runs after you, you were faster as you got a headstart but that meant that Sarah got caught by Rafe. He slammed her against a large blue plastic container that held water.
“Rafe!” You screamed, “Rafe!”
“Back off Y/n, I don’t want to do something I’ll regret.”
You heard Sarah begging Rafe to stop, you ran back and tried to push him off of her but with one hand he backhands you to the ground.
With a hand on your left cheek, he made you bleed with a ring he was wearing, “You’re drowning your sister!”
“She’s not my sister!” He shouted back at you with a harsh tone. “Not anymore.”
Sarah’s tears flowed freely, she let out a whimper as he tightened his grip on her throat. “Rafe, please.” You begged.
“Y/n I swear to god!” His voice was close to a growl.
“You swear to God what?” You lifted yourself up from the ground and came closer to where Rafe was drowning Sarah. You were hoping to bait him into letting Sarah go and focus his attention on you. If he was distracted enough to taunt you or hurt you then maybe Sarah would have a chance to breathe. “You’d hurt me? Cause you already have, Rafe.”
He screams as Sarah struggles, she gasps with two seconds of air before she is submerged again.
You try to pry him off of her but he releases her instead and grabs your wrists as he had many times before. “I would never hurt you, Y/n, she brought this on herself!”
His fingers were white and you felt your bones being compressed from his hold. His nails were digging into your skin making you want to kneel and clutch your arms but he was too strong. Sarah was free and coughing up the water in her lungs, exhausted from her fight. His right hand comes up and clutches your throat.
“I loved you,” You whispered.
His forehead was on yours, stray fell from his eye and onto your cheek, “I love you too, Y/n.”
You kept his eyes trained on yours without giving him doubt despite the fact that you were getting strangled by your former lover. You attempted to breathe air but the hold he had on your throat prevented your airways from being able to inhale properly.
Topper- who you had no idea where he came from- has a finger to his lips as he inches closer and whacks him in the head.
Rafe fell onto his back and you wheeze, able to breathe again, you go to Sarah who holds an arm out for you.
“Sarah, are you okay?” Topper rushes to her side and asks her, “Can you breathe?”
She nods and hugs him, your hands were on your knees, and you look at Rafe on the ground and sob. All your previous moments with him, your confession to him, his confession to you. What had just happened. He drowned Sarah and strangled you while confessing to being in love with you.
You felt nausea come back up again, you couldn’t hold it. Your insides came up and out through your mouth, you vomited in the dark water at the edge of the dock.
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Minutes which feel like hours and drag on for days pass as Ulfric’s boots clack against the hard stone outside the door. Each step comes quicker than the next, and with each beat a swelling terror rises within him. What time is it? Shouldn’t she be out by now? Is she okay? What if something went wrong? If only Lyssa hadn’t insisted that he stay outside. The irony isn’t lost on him—kicked out of his room in his own Palace. A humorless chuckle passes from his lips as he fists a hand in his hair, tugging on one of the braids.
Another scream and he pulls harder. He can’t take it anymore. The not knowing, not being able to be beside her especially while knowing his child will soon come into the world at any minute. What if the baby turns out like him and—
“If you don’t soon stop, you’ll wear a hole straight through the floors, Ulfric.”
The voice doesn’t register to him at first, and when a hand touches his shoulder, he startles only to look up and see Galmar with a frown. Ulfric is not in the mood for the sagely advice his friend thinks he has so cleverly disguised as a lighthearted joke. There is no time for that, no time for anything especially when he knows that he is quite possibly moments away from the most important event of his entire life. How is he supposed to remain calm when he has no idea what happens next?
In all his years, he has dealt with many situations which have required strategy, diplomacy, and no small measure of pretended grace to navigate the pressures of what has been thrown into his path, but suddenly, now, there are no answers. There is no book to read, no councilors to consult, and no previous experience to draw upon. He is, for once in his life, truly without a map nor any faint inclination of what he is to do.
Galmar leans forward, pressing his hands onto his shoulders to stop his pacing. “In all the years that I have known you, when have you ever failed at anything?”
Flashes of memories of times past filter and flow, but Ulfric cannot catch more than glimpses of them: High Hrothgar with Arngeir, the Great War and those he thought he had betrayed, the whole mess of Skyrim’s Civil War and the people who died—the people of Windhelm whom he has failed. There are plenty of times when he has not held up to the full measure of the man he should be. What if this is just another one of those times?
A creak accompanies the sound of a handle turning, and his heart stops.
“What if I cannot do this?” Ulfric doesn’t know how or why the question leaves his lips, only that he does as a whisper. It is the weakest question he has ever deigned to himself, and he cannot believe he dares to ask it aloud and to Galmar no less.
“You can and you must, soldier.” Galmar claps him on the back, drawing him closer. “A healthy amount of self-doubt is necessary. If you were always so sure of yourself all the time, I would worry about you. You’re just fine, Ulfric. Go.”
An infant’s cry hits his ears, shrill and strong—and perhaps the sweetest yet most irritating sound he has ever heard. It is the battlecry he marches to when he turns to walk into the room to see his wife disheveled, tired, and holding a small baby with wisps of dark hair to her chest.
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"…I am going to die."
number : 27
character : william james Moriarty
relationship : romantic
type : hurt
William James Moriarty
Tag/s: Hurt, Longer Than Expected (700+ words)
Warning/s: Death, Blood, Profanity, Gore? Horror? (just a bit descriptive)
Your head fell back as you gasped for air, your shaky hands holding onto your bloody stomach, making a poor attempt to stop the bleeding.
"My, my... What a pity." Milverton sarcastically sighed, his golden eyes shining through the shadows as he walked up to you with a taunting grin.
You tightened your jaw as you tried to sit up, making you cough and choke on blood as you fell back to your original position.
"Shh, shh, shh..." Milverton hushed you as he placed his finger on your lips, trapping the blood in your mouth.
"Wouldn't want to disturb the party, now would we?" he chuckled, opening the curtains slightly, showing the ballroom in full swing as the guests enjoyed the night.
"Such a shame Romeo can't save you now," Milverton cooed, grabbing you by the hair as he pulled you closer, dragging your body across the floor.
"Truly..." he squeezed your jaw, turning your head, "...a shame," you saw William by the balcony, his eyes scanning the floor as he walked around, looking for you.
"But alas..." he dropped your head, making you fall to the floor and groan in pain.
"Some stories truly end in tragedy..." he opened the door to the neighboring room, letting his lackeys in.
Your blood grew cold as your breaths turned short and desperate, the realization of what awaits you sinking in.
"Wouldn't you agree?"
"Have any of you seen (Y/N)?" William asked the group, urgency in his voice.
"Aren't they on the dance floor?"
"I thought they were on the second floor?"
"They said they were going to meet with you, Young William,"
William took a deep breath as he kept looking around, anxiety bubbling in his chest.
"If you do see them, tell them--" screams echoed through the whole building as a chandelier fell from the ceiling, stopping only a few feet from the ground as it leaned on one side as if there was weight dragging it.
The air filled with vibrant music and joyful chatter is replaced with an eerie silence, cut off now and then by the chandelier's squeaking as it slowly spun, revealing your corpse tied by the wrists as you hung by one of its arms.
The chilling silence slowly filled with distraught screams and running, turning into a stampede as everyone rushed to get out.
As everyone rushed out, their legs carrying them through the fear, William, Sebastian, and everyone stayed still, as if their feet were frozen on the floor with their eyes stuck on your hanging corpse.
"We need to get out..." Sebastian breathed out, snapping out of the shock as he grabbed everyone, leading them out of the room.
"William...!" he called out, seeing the man still standing on his spot.
William's eyes were wide as he read the words left on your torso written in your blood, Lord of Crime.
A million thoughts echoed in his head simultaneously, trying to figure out what went wrong with his plan.
"William!" Sebastian shouted as he grabbed William's arm, harshly turning him around.
"We need to go." Sebastian reminded as he pulled William's arm, dragging him out of the room as William absentmindedly followed him.
The group reached outside, away from the rest of the guests, and collapsed on the ground.
"(Y/N)..." Fred gasped, his shoulders shaking as his stomach started turning.
"What the hell happened in there!?" Sebastian screamed, tears pooling under his eyes as he balled his fists.
"Who was supposed to be with (Y/N)!?" he demanded, glaring at the others as everyone kept quiet.
"Moran, there's no need to shout," Jack warned as he tried to calm him down, his hands shaking as he pushed back the colonel.
Sebastian gritted his teeth as he pushed him away, tears falling from his eyes.
"Don't tell me to calm down. (Y/N) is-"
"-Where's (Y/N)?" William questioned as he looked back to the group, his eyes empty.
"...Nii-san...?" Louis called out as William looked around.
"Weren't they with us when we left?" William questioned, walking around as he looked for you.
"Will..." Bonde called out in a shaky voice as William looked back at him innocently.
"They were just with me if I remember correctly... Where are they?" William asked as his emotionless eyes started watering, his voice breaking.
"(Y/N) was just with me a moment ago..." William stated as he knelt down, his head hanging low as tears fell to the ground.
"They were just with me..."
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Sweet Dreams
|The Black Phone|
Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V
Part VI
Grabber/Albert x fem!reader
Summery: Getting away from her life as a human punching bag took her somewhere she never could have imagined. But it seemed that even a basement with a masked man watching her could become home.
Warnings: depictions of physical and verbal abuse, manipulation, pet names, power imbalance, sexual tension, mild swearing, mentions of medical trauma, nsfw
Note: PLEASE READ
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Silence was the first thing she noticed when she awoke. Complete and utter silence.
Y/n’s eyes cracked open, expecting sunlight to be blasting in through her window, and a pulsing headache to match her new lashings, but when she opened her eyes, she was met with none of those. Instead, what greeted her was a bare, concrete room filled with a soft natural light. As she sat up slowly, she noticed the mattress she laid on- it was old and had a strange smell to it.
In her groggy state, there were less alarms going off in her head than there should have been. While she should have been panicking, and screaming for help, she found a gratefulness in her chest; even if she was in a prison, at least she was away from him and his home-made hell.
A few minutes passed, as she took inventory of the room when the sound of the heavy door she had seen across from the mattress was being unlocked. She watched as it swung open, and she braced for the worst possibilities that might await outside.
But then, a man took a step inside. He must have been close to 6 feet tall, and she could see his hair that met his shoulders- it was starting to grey. The longer she stared, her memory of the previous night, while hazy, began to return to her. She remembered the running, then the man she ran into and his dog and how he helped her. How safe he had made her feel. The a sweetness in her mouth…then darkness.
She assumed this was the very same man who had taken pity on her, judging by his build; it was all she had to go on, as his face was covered by a grey, devil-like mask with two horns and no mouth.
“Sleep well?” Came his cheery voice from behind his mask. She noticed then that he held a tray of food in his hands.
Y/n blinked a few times until his words actually registered in her mind. “I did…” she whispered, and found that her voice was a little rough. “…what happened?” She asked as he walked up to the bed.
“You passed out…I brought you down here to keep you safe.” Came his voice again- it was so light and calm. He placed the tray of food beside her and knelt down in front of her. She tensed up slightly at his proximity, and he seemed to notice.
The man chuckled and shook his head, “I’m not going to hurt you, y/n…I made you some breakfast.” He nodded to the tray.
She gazed at him curiously, then down to the tray, which she picked up and set on her lap. “Thank you…How do you know my name?”
He looked up at her from his crouching stance and patiently replied, “Your dad was screaming it pretty loudly last night.”
She nodded, still not remembering everything.
“W-why are you wearing a mask?" She asked curiously. Any fear she had felt was dissipated quickly the longer he spoke. Sure he was odd, but his reasonings seemed sound.
The man cocked his head to the side as he thought.
“Well…it seems that your dad is a violent man…and if you go back to him and snitch on me for helping you, I would rather not get picked out of a line up at the police station.” His cheery voice grew a little irritated towards the end.
Her eyes widened when she realised he might think she might try and get him sent away for saving her. Did he really think she was so cruel? Y/n shook her head, “Why would…why would I go back? Yo-you’re not going to tell him I’m here are you?” Her heart rate picked up as she imagined this man getting annoyed by her and marching her right back to her father.
He shook his head, and placed a reassuring hand on her knee.
“Of course not, little one.” His voice became calm again.
A few tears formed in her eyes out of fear of seeing that man again; she could barely call him her father.
“Please…I won’t tell a soul even if I leave here…you saved me. I can’t just rat out the person who saved me. I would never do that.” She hoped he understood just how much this meant to her, and to her relief, he nodded.
“Good.” He said and tapped her knee and he stood.
“Am I in your basement?” She asked, looking around.
“Yes…does that scare you?” He asked almost hopefully as he took a seat beside her.
She shook her head again. “This is probably the best place for me right now. Don’t want any nosy neighbours peeking through the windows…” she mused to herself, but he found himself liking her already. “What…what can I call you?” The young woman asked after a moment of eating the food he had given her.
He seemed to think on that for a moment. “My name doesn’t matter.” Came his gentle voice.
She looked at him, then back to her eggs.
“I’ll just call you mister, then…” she murmured half to herself.
“Eat up.” He said lightly. His encouragement was almost endearing to her, having had little to none for nearly a decade…or perhaps more. Her eyes flickered back to where his must be behind the darkness of the mask, and she smiled before returning to her eggs and coffee.
She sighed and shook her head. “You’re really too sweet…I don’t-“ she trailed off.
“What?” He prompted her curiously.
“I don’t deserve this kindness. You’re really looking out for me and you really don’t have to.” Y/n’s face was melancholy and pained.
I don’t deserve this…
But the man barely flinched, and continued his narrative, “Like I said…I couldn’t just leave a pretty girl alone and scared. Now eat. I’ll wait until you’re done.” His voice was like a kiss on the head, and she couldn’t hide how warm her cheeks got from the kindness.
She ate and drank greedily, and if she could have seen his face, she would have seeen the small smile on his lips as he watched her.
They usually didn’t eat much, if at all.
They didn’t say thank you.
They didn’t say nice things.
This one is different.
She came to me.
“Did you like it?” He asked softly, a juxtaposition to his demonic mask.
“I did. Can’t say anyone has cooked for me in…at least ten years…. Maybe more.” She mused with a humourless laugh, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.
“How old are you?” He asked suddenly.
“22. Been trying to…do this for almost 5 years now. I got out of highschool and wanted to go to university but my dad wouldn’t pay for it so I started working to save up but then he liked the extra income and started taking most of my paycheques…I learned after a year to talk to my manager and to get half in cash and half as a cheque so I could save secretly…I work 16 hour days most of the time between a couple jobs in town…babysat for neighbours too.” She was rambling now, but after so long of not having anyone to listen, she couldn’t stop.
“You must have a good amount saved now.” He said in that light tone. Like he was trying to make her feel better.
She looked over at him, and felt her defences harden. “I do. But don’t think I’m going to hand over any of it…I’ll pay you back for whatever you spend on me but that’s it. I need that money-“
His laugh stopped her. “I don’t want your money…your company is enough.”
Y/n smiled sadly. She had heard so many similar promises, but they never ended well.
“You say that now but after a while of having me here I think you’ll start singing a different tune.” She said, her shoulders sinking.
Then, out of the corner of her eye she saw him hold out his pinky, and wait for her to follow the gesture, “I pinky promise I will only accept payment in form of your company from now until the day I die.” He said sincerely. It was true- he was no liar. He simply failed to specify how long he desired her company.
At that, she cracked a true grin.
“I promise I won’t rat you out.” She said, and she thought she saw him stare at her a little more intently.
She wrapped her small finger around his, and almost laughed at how much bigger even his pinky was in comparison to hers. But regardless, she twisted her finger around his and shook it slightly in agreement.
“Thank you again, Mister…” she whispered as he stood to leave.
He turned his head slightly in acknowledgment and continued with the tray to the door before swinging it shut and locking it. Y/n sat there and looked around the bare room. It was indeed a basement, but she wondered if it was once a bunker from the war. She looked at the strange black phone on the wall, and studied it for a moment. It was certainly odd, but she supposed everyone had something strange in their house. Her old one had a light switch that was connected to nothing.
Y/n didn’t know how much time had passed, and she found herself growing tired all over again as the light faded outside. She didn’t even know what time it was. But regardless, she found herself curling up on the mattress and her eyes shut within minutes.
When her eyes opened again, there was little to no light at all inside the basement. But when she did awaken, she noticed a blanket draped over her, and a glass of water and a plate of pasta on the floor beside her. She looked around in hopes of seeing the masked man, but to no avail.
She ate the food and drained the water, and noticed just how itchy she was after staying in the same clothes during the warm day and night. A part of her wanted to try the door and wander up to the main house and ask for a shower, but she didn’t want to push her luck. Instead, she placed the empty tray next to the mattress, and curled back up under her new blanket. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she was asleep within five minutes.
Y/n tossed and turned that night as her dreams twisted from a feeling of safety to her being lost in a minefield with her father chasing after her. Everywhere she stepped, an explosion would go off, and she couldn’t seemed to run no matter what.
She could feel him right behind her, when she suddenly woke up with a start. Her heart was still pounding, and her legs had a strange tingle to them as if she had been tensing them. In her delirium, she missed the man in the shadows watching her.
At first when he had started watching her, she looked serene. So delicate and peaceful, but as he had gazed down at her, her brows had furrowed, and her hands clenched into fists. She whimpered and began to sweat. He had seen how much stress was coursing through her veins. So he gently brushed some hair from her sticky face, and almost leapt back into the darkness when she awoke. He watched her heavy eyes and how they barely opened.
She was adorable.
He found himself almost wanting to scare her awake, just to see what fear looked like on her. Of course he had seen her in complete panic and hysteria, but he didn’t want that. He wanted to know how she would cower from him or beg him for forgiveness.
He wanted to know if she would obey him, or if she would be rebellious and try and leave him. He considered just doing as he wished with her, but something in his gut told him to take his time. She was different. She found him, not the other way around.
Destiny.
For two hours, he sat there.
He liked the way she breathed.
Her sighs.
Her little twitches and when she would turn.
It wasn’t until he noticed the room growing lighter that he realised he needed to leave. He could have happily stayed there until she woke up, but he needed sleep too. He took her empty tray, and he quietly praised her for eating everything. Then, he carried his tired body up the stairs, and took advantage of the few hours left before he had to be awake.
When her dreamed faded into nothingness, and she could start to feel the mattress beneath her, y/n felt the same dull light against her eyelids. A sense of comfort calmed her as she awoke, knowing that she was safe.
She stretched and groaned when her joints popped. When she looked around at the bare room, she found herself feeling at ease. It wasn’t until she sat up and glanced down by the mattress that she noticed the tray missing. To her surprise, her stomach flipped and fluttered at the idea of the man being right next to her when she slept. She wondered if he had watched her.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the heavy door swung open and the very man she had been thinking about strode through the door.
“Good morning bunny!” He chirped. She saw the same tray of eggs and steaming coffee in his hands.
She gave him a small smile, and swung her legs off the bed to sit on the edge. “Good morning, Mister.” Her eyes were glued to him was he walked up to her a little less tentatively than the morning before. Y/n could see him better now that she wasn’t trying to figure out his motives like the day prior, and she decided that he was very handsome; of course she couldn’t see his face, but he was fit, and fairly tall, and held himself well.
“Did you sleep alright?” He asked pleasantly as he placed the food on her lap.
“Yeah…it was okay.” She tried to reassure him. Of course, he knew very well that she had had a terrible dream, but he wanted to see how honest she was going to be with him. A sense of delight began to swell inside him when she made no move to tell the truth.
At first, she poked at the eggs and ate a few bites, but then turned her head up to the man standing just a couple feet from her. “This might be a stilly question…but have you ever experienced something horrible, then had nightmares about it?” She asked slowly. To her, it was such a childish reaction to fear and she hoped he wouldn’t mock her.
The excitement faded, and he tilted his head to the side.
“I have…we all have our demons and some come back in dreams…others come back in anger, and…other urges.” He replied, crouching in front of her and taking a piece of egg; he popped it into her mouth which made her smile. He chose to ignore how her tongue caught the edge of his finger tip.
She nodded and thought. “Sort of…sort of like that Ted Bundy that’s been on the news? I heard he went through a lot as a child- a messed up family I think. And what he did to those woman is horrendous…but I think it’s some kind of a reflection of his upbringing.”
When she looked back up at the older man, he was staring right back at her intently. She realised that she had rambled on, and he probably thought she was bonkers.
“I like you.” He said factually with a tilt of his head.
She couldn’t believe her ears. After a few seconds, she blinked and felt her cheeks heat up.
“You do?” She asked quietly.
He nodded and picked up the last piece of egg and held it to her lips, which she ate obediently, but once again caught his thumb in her mouth. This time it was no accident on his part. Under his mask, his nostrils flared, and his pupils dilated.
She’s different.
She finished her coffee, and thanked him again for his kindness. She could tell he wasn’t completely used to someone complimenting or being thankful towards him; he would stop for a second and absorb her words, savour them.
But while he was odd and perhaps a little isolated, he was sweet.
He took the tray, and disappeared for the rest of the day; she wished he had stayed, just to have someone to talk to aside from herself, but she remembered that he must have some sort of job. For hours she tried to think of what job he had, and what his name might be; how old he was, his family. She made up about seven different lives for him just to pass the time, but at the end, she just wanted to know him, not her imagination.
The light outside her small window faded away until she could barely see the past the mattress. But just as the darkness became unsettling, the industrial lights by the door flickered on, and the heavy door unlocked and opened.
Y/n watched the man enter and smiled gently at him as he was engulfed by the light. His mask had changed to a smiling one, and she had to admit it was a little more comfortable to see. Something about the one without a mouth was unsettling and inhumane.
“Hi Mister.” She chirped, sitting on the edge of the bed.
She could tell by the ever so slight pause that he was caught off guard by her chipper attitude.
“Someone’s in a good mood.” He said positively.
“I suppose so. I haven’t had this much time to myself in a long time…it’s strange but…nice.” She shrugged, “How was your day?” She asked a little shyly. She wasn’t sure if he would be comfortable with her asking him questions like that.
“I was busy.” He said simply, and that was enough for her to know. “I made you some dinner.” He added, holding out the tray.
Y/n smiled and accepted it from him, her fingertips brushing over his. His hand was warm.
“Thank you…” She said. He took a few steps away from her, and she quickly added, “Why don’t you sit with me?If you want you can eat with me…I mean if you haven’t already. You don’t have to, I just don’t want to be rude.”
He seemed to think for a moment; she noticed he did that often. “I ate already. But I’ll sit with you.” The man sat beside her and the dip in the mattress made her lean slightly toward him. He smelled nice.
She swayed as she ate the simple pasta he had made her. “Do you like movies?” The question came out before she could stop it.
“Why do you ask?” Came his muffled voice.
She shrugged, “Can you blame me for being curious about the man who saved me?”
He stared for a moment. “I do. Grew up on ‘em.”He murmured. He seemed to be deep in thought, so she kept talking as she ate.
“Have you ever seen Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein? It’s really funny.” She smiled, remembering watching it during Halloween as a child.
He breathed out a laugh and nodded his head. “I saw that in Theatres when I was a young man.” His voice seemed calm- perhaps it was a good memory.
Young man? How old is he…
“I think I would have peed myself laughing if I had seen it on the big screen.” She laughed at herself, and she turned her head when she heard him joining her.
“You’re funny.” He said.
“I used to be.” She smiled sadly, to which she received an elbow to her ribs. This man was more playful than she thought.
“I just told you you’re funny. You don’t need to listen to anyone else.” His voice was serious all of a sudden and she looked over at him beside her. She could see his eyes under the mask staring right back at her.
His sincerity in such a subject was strange, but appreciated.
“I think I like you too, Mister.” She grinned.
If she had seen his face she would have noticed the slight widening of his eyes and how his mouth hung open ever so slightly.
She hummed happily when she finished her food.He paused at the sound, and looked from her to the empty plate.
“Did you like it?” He asked.
“Yes, thank you. I hope I can cook for you at some point…it must be tiring doing all this just because of some girl.” She said.
“I just make a little more than usual…no trouble.” He said. This was so strange for him- he kept expecting her to laugh in his face or try and leave, but it never came.
“Well, I really appreciate it.” She offered him a small smile, but quickly remembered how itchy she was. It had been two days since having any sort of cleanse for her skin, and with the warm days and nights, she neither smelled like roses, nor felt like one. “If it’s not too much trouble, could I ask a favour?” She started tentatively.
“What is it?” He replied. A serge of excitement coursed through him when she asked- was this her asking if she could leave or make a call?
“Mister…would I be able to use the washroom? I could use a shower…I don’t exactly smell great.” She laughed a little, then added, “I-if that’s alright I mean I don’t want to get you in trouble.” She rambled. For all she knew he had a wife and child upstairs who didn’t even know she was there. This might put him in a difficult position.
He mulled it over in his head, and while he didn’t want to accept, the idea that she might try and escape and he could play with her made him say, “Okay… but I’ll have to lock you in…just in case.” He said the last bit to himself.
She nodded quickly and stood, which almost startled the man. He stood next to her, and picked up the tray in one hand before leading her to the door. At they walked up the stairs, she filed closely behind him like his shadow, not daring to stray too far. Then, as they grew close to the top, she saw his free hand, and felt the urge to grab it.
But she didn’t.
She stayed glued to his side, keeping her eyes on her hands as they came into what must have been the same kitchen he had sat her in after saving her. He placed the tray on the table, and walked in the opposite direction. She almost tripped to keep up with him, and bumped into his back when he came to a stop.
“A-sorry.” She said, managing a glance up at him. He had turned to look at her, and she was once again struck by his blue eyes that now caught the light of the upstairs.
“In here. Don’t take too long.” He murmured and pushed a door open.
She blinked and nodded before disappearing into the small washroom; she jumped a little when he shut the door and heard it lock, she supposed he had his reasons. She still didn’t know if he was hiding her from a significant other or perhaps a roommate.
Instead of dwelling on anything, y/n got to work quickly. She shed herself of her clothes, and ran warm water in the simple shower. As soon as the water hit her skin, she let out a long moan. It felt like she hadn’t felt water in months, and she couldn’t help the feeling of euphoria. The grime and sweat melted away, and she found herself simply standing under the stream to soak in the moment.
After about thirty seconds, she reached back out to her clothes that laid on the floor, and brought them in with her and washed them as thoroughly as she could with shampoo. She had done it before when her father took away her laundry privileges, but it was a pain to wait for them to dry. She supposed she was lucky it was summer and not winter. Y/n grasped a bar of soap and ran it over her skin; she swore the water ran off her body brown and murky. Then she took time to wash her hair.
Once she was finished, she felt like a new person. Then, when she pulled the curtain back, she noticed a clean towel and shirt there on the closed lid of the toilet.
Was that there before or did he come in while I was showering?
A heat warmed her cheeks at the thought; something about him made her flush a little when she thought about him. Perhaps it was because he simply showed her a little basic human decency. She shook her head, and wrapped the towel around herself, and wrung out the washed clothes until no water dripped out any longer. Next, she placed her hair in a low ponytail with a hair tie she still had around her wrist.
As she stared at herself in the mirror she was acutely aware of the discolouration of her cheek due to the nightly slap from her father.
It had not been two days without a beating. It almost felt strange, not that she would wish for it, but it felt odd. This new routine could definitely be something she could get used to.
Y/n slipped the shirt on over herself, and almost laughed at how large it was. Then she folded her clothes in a neat pile, and knocked on the door, “I’m finished.” She murmured.
A second later, the door swung open and the man stared down at her. With her hair out of her face, and all clean, he could finally see her properly with no tears or fear.
She was pretty.
Very pretty.
His heart rate picked up at the sight of her form- so defenceless and trusting.
“Let’s get you to bed.” He said, letting her walk out. She smiled and nodded, coming out behind him, keeping her eyes down. The draft under the shirt was a little too much without her panties, but she barely cared; it wasn’t like he would notice. As they descended back into the basement, she gripped the sleeve of his shirt to keep from tripping, but she didn’t notice how he seemed to turn and look at her little hand in shock as she held onto him. A small smirk spread over his lips.
When she entered the basement, she noticed that there was a sheet covering the bed, and a small pillow in addition to the blanket he had given her. She expected him to leave her as soon as they reached the basement, but to her surprise, he walked to the bed with her. She laid her clothes off the edge of the mattress, and sat down, trying to not flash him. Albert knelt down in front of her and brushed a stray wet hair from her face.
“Sweet dreams Little one.” He murmured. She grinned at him, and watched as he stood and walked away.
“Thank you.” She said to him.
He paused and nodded.
“G-goodnight.” She said one more time. If she was honest, she didn’t want him to go.
And he knew it.
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Dark Desires: Chapter III - Malice In Wonderland
Pairings: VampireCatHybrid~Seonghwa x Female Reader, VampireCatHybrid~Ateez x Female Reader
Genre: Horror, Angst, Romance, Vampire Ateez, Paranormal?
Word Count: 11.1 k
Tags/Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Violence, Language, mentions blood, Magic, Fantasy, Some Fluff, Highly Suggestive at times (This is a warning for the whole story overall)
Chapter specific: Non sexual nudity, death, kidnapping, lying and manipulation, suggestive, violence, themes of horror, hints at rocky relationship with parents (Will update if more come up)
Author's Note💌: Hi! Honestly I didn't think I was going to be able to make the Monday deadline because I was editing this on tumblr and I lost all my work?? I don't know why, I basically lost a whole days worth of progress and I had to start all over again which was frustrating but luckily I got it done just in time! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, sorry if there are some parts that are a bit rushed I did try to fix them and lengthen them a bit. (Any mistakes I might have left unseen will be fixed at a later date!)🌙
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It’s been 4 hours since they left and I’m not going to lie as time passes by the more scared and anxious I get. I hope everything goes well. While I sweep the kitchen I hear the door open and a lot of rustling. I set the broom down and head over to the entrance only to see Mingi with a female over his shoulder and she looked to be passed out. Slowly a pit in my stomach grows as I watch him carry her into the chapel like she weighed nothing . Seonghwa sees the look on my face and gently strokes my cheek “You don’t have to do this you know?” I shake my head and I say “No, I’ve got this.” and I walk over to the chapel and see her lying on the floor. She was beautiful, she also looked like she’s a very nice person. I shift my attention over to the guys, I noticed they were very serious, something all too familiar. It was just like when I first arrived here. The 8 vampires stand in front of the woman’s body patiently until a few minutes later that seemingly felt like hours until she slowly starts regaining consciousness. She slowly sits up and looks up at them and screams, a blood curdling scream that jolted me back into reality. The woman says “Where am I?!” Hongjoong walks over to her and kneels in front of her and says “Don’t worry about it, just be a good girl okay?” she begins to uncontrollably cry and panic causing Hongjoong to smirk and extend his hand in my direction “Miss y/n, could you be a dear and please help me calm her down?” I feel so pressured to do everything correctly because while I walk over to that woman I feel everyone’s eyes on me, it was honestly kind of embarrassing. I gently grab her shoulder and kneel down next to her. “Hey, it’ll be okay. Take deep breaths.” I’m so sorry… She nods while teary eyed trying to calm herself down until eventually she quiets down. Hongjoong smirks “Thank you Miss y/n. Now, do you mind cleaning her up? She’s quite dirty from transit…” Hongjoong glances at Mingi only to have him shrug in response. While I help the woman up Hongjoong continues “Yeosang, be a dear and help out Miss y/n we don’t want our guest to try and pull a fast one on us.” He turns to look at the woman with an evil grin plastered on his face. The woman seemingly hides behind me clutching onto my arm tightly.
Yeosang then walks behind me and the woman. While heading up the stairs the woman whispers “Do you know where we are?” I glance over at her and shake my head “Honestly I don’t know. I haven’t been here very long either." The girl glances at Yeosang who shoots her a scary gaze causing her to look forward and quiet down.
Once we arrive to the bathroom I look over to Yeosang “Master, do you mind waiting outside? If there’s any trouble I’ll call you.” he nods understandably but still keeps a stone face and I close the door behind me, the girl then sits down next to the bathtub then I begin to run a bath for her “So, what’s your name?” She looks over at me and says “Sumi” Wow, she's so pretty and she has a pretty name.. “That’s a petty name, I'm y/n.” I touch the water then I look over at Sumi “Your bath is ready” she shyly looks away then I turn away covering my eyes “Don’t worry I won’t look, I do have to stay in here though.” I hear rustling then a few moments later I hear a small splash. I sit next to the bathtub while Sumi begins to wash her long black hair then she quietly asks “How long have you been here? Aren’t you scared of them?” I grab the towel next to the bathtub “Well I’ve been here for about 2 weeks, and honestly I am a bit scared except I just do everything they tell me to do. I try my best to make them happy and in return they’ll be nice.” she looks at me with a shocked expression then says “Have you tried to escape?” I shake my head and I look down at the cat crest on the apron on my dress “Hm, no but I did plead with them to let me leave but it’s no use they won’t let me and in all honesty I just don’t want to anger them.” Sumi reaches over, grabs my hand and says in a very quiet voice “Let’s escape together, they already trust you enough so maybe we can figure out a way to escape." I shake my head “I’m so sorry Sumi but I can’t leave even if I wanted to.” Her eyes slightly widen then she looks at me in disbelief “What do you mean? Didn’t you say you’re scared of them? Now is your chance to escape… We can do this together.” I lean over and I quietly say “ I’m sorry Sumi but I really don’t want to be on their bad side you really don’t know what they’re capable of doing so i’m going to do what they say and maybe hopefully they let me go one day.” I get up and open the towel in my hands “Alright let's get you ready for bed now” I hand the towel to Sumi and while she waits to dry off she brushes her hair and eventually she changes into a night gown I've randomly picked for her. When we step outside, we see Yeosang patiently waiting for us. Once we escort her to the room with the sigil on the door and the floor. She gets into bed and I bring her a tea so she could relax and fall asleep faster. Before taking a sip from her tea Sumi looks over at me and says "Is this poisoned?" I shake my head "Oh no, it's not I promise. I just thought I'd bring you something to help calm your nerves." She looks down at her tea for a bit she then she looks back at me and says "Please don’t leave me here all alone, those guys really scare me.” I sit on the chair next to the bed “Don’t worry I’ll stay here until you fall asleep I won’t go anywhere I promise.”
She sets the teacup on the night stand and shifts her gaze to me “Why are you so stuck on being here? What do you even get from it?” I look down and shrug “I don’t know. At first I hated it here but if I’m being honest I still kind of like it.” Sumi scrunches her nose looking at me like I just said the dumbest thing ever “Why?” I stare at the sigil below the bed and over at the black cat stitching on my apron “I’ve made friends. Unconventional ones but I made them, which makes me feel less lonely than I did when I was living with my family.” Sumi sighs and leans back resting her head on the white headboard behind her with her arms crossed across her chest. “Since when do friends kidnap you and don’t let you go home though..” She’s right.. It doesn’t sound right. The least they should do as friends is let me briefly see my family. After a few seconds of me not saying anything Sumi reaches for my hand and tightly squeezes it “Think about it, we’ll escape together. They can’t do anything to you because you’re their friend. They wouldn’t think of hurting you right?” Mingi didn’t hesitate almost killing me though, what if some of them do feel that same way he does towards me but they’re just really great actors. What if they’re waiting for the right time to kill me? “I mean, I guess you are right. If they cared they’d trust me enough to let me go” A smile paints Sumi’s lips and she pulls my hands towards her causing me to sit at the edge of the bed and her inching close to me. “So are you going to do it?” I look at the ground and sit there silently fo a few seconds until I finally speak “Go to sleep, they sleep in the afternoon then we’ll talk about it.” Sumi smiles and gives me a hug “I promise we’ll escape and we will both go back home.” A huge knot grows in my throat and my eyes begin to sting. I hum in response and blink back my tears. They told me not to get close, but here I am…
Eventually when she falls asleep and I exit the room then Yeosang locks the door behind me “You can go to Seonghwa’s room now Miss y/n the sacrifice will begin at 3:33 which is in about 30 minutes so I can give you a sleeping potion I made the other day in the lab so you sleep right through it.” I hesitantly nod “S-Sure where is it?” he then pulls out a vial from his pocket with light purple liquid in it and hands it over to me “First, get ready for bed then take this it’ll knock you out in about 1 minute while it makes its way through your bloodstream” I nod then I walk into Seonghwa’s room. I look down at the vial of purple liquid in my hand. Should I take it? I should, but I don’t think I can but if I don’t I know i’ll regret it. I change into my night gown then I get ready for bed eventually I lay in bed then I look at the vial. “I need to know what happens to Sumi.” The door suddenly opens and it’s Seonghwa, he walks over to me and smiles “Did you take the medicine Yeosang gave you to sleep my love?” Immediately out of instinct I nod he smiles and gently presses his lips on my forehead. “I’ll see you in the morning princess get some rest, I love you.” My cheeks flush and I nod “I love you too.” he keeps his warm smile then exits and closes the door behind him. I put out the candles and I lay down in complete darkness. If it gets unbearable i’ll take the medicine. I lay there for a few minutes waiting for something to happen then I get startled by a scream and immediately I get up and I slowly open the door and I look over to the room where Sumi is in but I couldn’t see anything. Sumi then screams again but this time she says “y/n! Please help me! You said you’d never leave me!!” My stomach drops and a heavy knot forms in my throat that I gasp and I cover my mouth, my eyes slowly get blurred by the tears. I’m so sorry Sumi, you didn’t deserve this. This is all my fault I’m so sorry.. At this point I hear someone faintly speaking but I couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying. Sumi begins to violently cough and choke on presumably her own blood and I begin to silently cry trying not give myself away. Eventually it grows silent and I slowly close the door and I lay down in bed. While I look up at the ceiling I clutch onto the vial then I take the medicine. For the next minute I lay there crying until I was was too tired to cry.
The next morning I wake up and notice Seonghwa sitting next to me reading a book. He notices I’m awake and puts down his book. I look up at him then I bury my face in his chest, everything that happened last night comes pouring back in an instant. Sumi’s screams echoed in my mind. I try to stop my tears by shutting my eyes “Hey, princess you’re up what’s wrong are you okay?” I manage to get a hold of myself then I pull back slightly teary eyed he then gently strokes my cheek while he looks deeply into my eyes “What’s wrong my love?” I shake my head and I look down “It’s nothing. It’s just- I'm just a bit homesick and I miss my mom that’s all.” I sit up next to him “I’m so sorry, I wish I could let you see your family but I can’t. You’ll be in more danger if you go back now that you’ve talked and seen us.”
He rests his forehead on my shoulder for a second then looks back over at me “Besides you’re safer here than you are back home, I saw the crime rates there and it’s pretty dangerous.” I grab Seonghwa’s cold hands and I gently hold them “I’m already used to it though, I grew up with having to protect myself so I’ll be okay. Can you at least let me tell my mom I’m okay? She must be worried sick, and probably thinks I’m dead.” A hesitant expression grows on his face “I don’t know about that my love.” I’ll do this for Sumi, she’s right. I deserve to see my family at least once. I sit on his lap and wrap my arms around his neck while I nestle in his neck. “Please? You said you love me…” One of his hands slither to hold my waist and the other one moves to my thigh gently squeezing it, his breathing becoming a bit shallow. I gently kiss his neck while I run my hand down his chest “It can just be the two of us, and you can just tell my parents you’re going to be my husband. You know? To make it more official.” He slowly runs his hand through my figure and pulls me in for a kiss “Well…If that’s the case then it wouldn't hurt to go see them for a little bit, but we can’t stay there for long I don’t want Draven to see you with us..” I gasp and give him a doe eyed look then I pull him into a hug. “Thank you so much! I love you so much I promise this will be the only time I ever ask for anything!” He chuckles and pushes a strand of hair behind my ear “I love you too my love, get ready I’ll wait outside okay?” I nod and hurriedly climb off the bed. It’s scary how Seonghwa is acting like nothing happened last night. Like he didn’t just kill a whole human. Then again, their will to live was probably stronger than empathy, which is scary to think as a vampire being tied down to that monster. I hate to think that if I was put into that position I would shamelessly probably do the same thing.. it most definitely doesn't make it okay though no matter how kind they've been. It's scary to think that if they have to, they will get rid of me whether they're attached or not.
I walk over to the dresser and see the drawer stocked with clothes. After changing clothes When I head over downstairs and see Seonghwa waiting for me by the entrance I see him looking at me with a smile on his face. “You’re wearing the clothes I bought for you.” I smile and lace my hand with his “Of course why wouldn’t I? “ Seonghwa reaches over and grabs his long black trench coat jacket and puts it on. We leave the house and as soon as I step outside the chilly autumn breeze grazes through my skin and for the very first time I notice this is the first time I’ve walked through the front door since I got here. It turns out we’re in the middle of nowhere in like a forest so it makes sense as to why no one even knows about this house. Seonghwa opens the door to a really gorgeous looking black luxury car, presumably Seonghwa’s or one of the guys who knows but it looks really expensive. He looks over at me and covers my eyes “Close them, and don’t open them until I tell you okay?” I put my hands over my eyes “Wait why?” Seonghwa reaches over and gently pats my thigh “Just trust me.” Then I feel the car very rapidly increasing speed until for a split second I don’t feel like the car is moving at all then after a few seconds of feeling nothing the car goes back to driving over the road. “Okay, you can open your eyes now” He gently pats my thigh and I open my eyes, immediately I look behind us and notice it was just forest. I think I just went through a portal. Was that a portal? The more he drove down the road the more I began to recognize the roads and buildings. Until eventually I guide him to my house. We get out of the car and I run towards the door while Seonghwa calmly walks behind me. I run up the steps and knock on the door, a few seconds later my mom opens the door, gasps and I wave at her “Hey mom.” For a few seconds she looks at me like she's seen a ghost and she tightly pulls me into a hug. “y/n! Sweetheart, where have you been? We’ve been looking for you, we were beginning to assume the worst happened to you...” I shake my head "I'm fine mom, I just wanted to come and let you guys know I'm fine and relieve you from that worry." My mom looks behind her as If she was looking for someone and says "Hold that thought-"
She lets both of us in and has us sit in the living room and says “I’ll go call your dad and your brothers, they’re outside in the backyard I just want us to comfortably talk..” While she leaves for a bit to get the rest of my family Seonghwa turns to me and asks “So are you the youngest in your family?” I shake my head “Actually, I’m the oldest.l.” He nods “Ah, I see. Must be hard being the eldest.” I chuckle “Ha, yeah it kind of is. Parents have very high expectations of me which is why my relationship with my father and mother is somewhat strained.” Suddenly I hear both my little brothers run into the living room and I get up and hug them tightly “Hey Kiddos!” then I turn and see my dad entering the room looking at both and Seonghwa and I in shock. I walk over to my dad and wave “Hey dad, um I’m not dead.” My dad gives me a cold stare and says “Where did you run off to? If you wanted to move out you could have told us. You had your mom so worried sick she couldn’t even sleep.” I sigh then I look down at the floor and Seonghwa walks over to my dad and confidently extends his hand and says “Hello I’m Seonghwa, y/n’s husband.” My dad’s jaw drops while he shakes his hand and says “Are you serious? You never talked about dating anyone again. You rarely even left the house when you weren’t at work” I look over at Seonghwa and smile then I say “I met Seonghwa at the store I worked at dad.” My mom then grabs my hands and says “But you haven’t known him very long sweetheart how could you marry him a few months after meeting him?” I shake my head “Actually, I’ve known him for about 3 years, he was a regular at the store.” My mom tilts her head in confusion “You just got out of a relationship a year and a half ago sweetie..” Seonghwa gives my mom a warm smile “We started out as friends but after her breakup she was in bad shape and I kind of wanted to show her that not all men are bad. So, after we began dating we fell in love very deeply, and if I’m being honest I liked her way before we even started dating but out of respect for her relationship I decided not to make a move until she became single.” I nod and smile then my mom says “That’s very sweet of you, not many young men as respectful as you exist anymore sadly.” My mom’s eyes slightly narrow as she walks over to Seonghwa and examines his face a little closer “Sorry for changing the subject, I’ve just been meaning to ask this but how come there’s a wound on your cheek?” Seonghwa blinks, then gently touches the wound on his cheek and responds with a chuckle “Oh uh, her ex and I got into a fight last night..” I gulp and nervously look over at my parents “Ah yeah, it was bad. Kind of gave me secondhand embarrassment seeing him get what he deserved.” But it never happened… "Do you need some ointment for that sweetheart?" My mom gently tilts his head examining the wound "Oh no, I'm okay Mrs. y/ln I’m fine, y/n was kind enough to clean it for me this morning." Seonghwa gives my mom a sheepish smile causing my mom to smile back at him.” Well, you’re very handsome and it’d be a shame if it scars.”
My mom glances over at me gently grabbing my hand “So how come you disappeared without a word y/n? Did something happen?” This is so weird? She’s actually asking about my feelings, did me disappearing scare her that much? Why is she holding my hand? This is so unlike her. I look over at Seonghwa then back at my mom “Well, I wasn’t doing too well mentally so Seonghwa decided to take me on a trip and escape for a bit to gather my thoughts. It was on a whim actually, very last minute. He told me as soon as I closed the store that night.”
My mom reaches over and holds both my hands “Please Sweetie don’t ever leave like that you really worried me. Please, at least next time let us know right away so we know you’re okay.” come visit us at least once a week.” I give my mom a soft smile and I look over at Seonghwa who had a guilty expression on his face. I then look back at my mom’s sad expression, her hair in a very messy bun with dark circles under her eyes. She really did lose sleep over me and I felt terrible for that. Judging from the way Seonghwa looked though I know he felt bad. I gently fix my mom’s messy hair and I say “Actually that’s why I came here mom, I don’t know when I’ll be able to come and visit you guys since we’re planning on moving to Seonghwa’s home town. I just wanted to clear up any misunderstandings I probably created by disappearing on such short notice.” My mom looks down and sighs “You know, you being gone really made me think about how we weren’t being very good parents. ” My father silently stares at me while my mom avoids looking at me “Your father and I have always been hard on you, expecting so much from you constantly, and for that we’re so sorry.. We’re so sorry we caused you to become distant and keep so much from us..” I press my lips into a straight line and reach towards my mom “Mom, as long as you guys realize your mistakes it’s enough for me. I understand you wanted to raise me right, and of course I know I didn’t turn out the way you guys wanted me to but I hope you guys are still proud of me.” My mom pulls me into a hug “Sweetheart, I am proud of you. Your father and I are both proud of you, we just have some demons we haven’t yet been able to face even at our age.” Woah, why is she being so honest? Now I truly do think my “marriage” is what made her realize something.” I understand mom, which I why I feel like it’s best I leave so you can both process that and heal without me being your target. Time and distance cures things sometimes.” I pause feeling a knot in my throat for a few seconds then I continue “So I forgive you, for everything. Now it’s up to the both of you if you want to take the change or not, if not for me do it for my siblings. They need the safe and warm embrace of their parents.” My mom nods holding back tears, while gently cupping my face in her hands “We will try our hardest, not just for your siblings but for you as well. Even though we’re years too late.” My eyes begin to sting from the tears causing me to blink until the tears roll down my cheeks “It’s never too late mom, I just don’t want dad and you to die with regrets just how I don’t want to die resenting my parents. Regardless, I promise I’ll be in good hands.” My parents would freak out if they found out I don’t just live with one but 7 other guys, not to mention they’re all vampires who sacrifice humans to a scary Vampire demon named Draven.
After about an hour of talking to my parents and catching up I look at clock in the kitchen and realize the time. “I’m sorry mom It’s time for me to go.” She furrows her eyebrows “Why so early? You just got here?” I sigh “Well, it’s just that we leave tonight and I’ve got to get my bags ready.” Disappointed my mom hums and I feel my heart sink to my stomach. “Mom. Please take care, I’ll try calling you a few times a week okay?” My mom kisses my forehead she reaches over at the counter and hands me a box filled with sweets she made and says “Here’s some cookies and other sweet things I made sweetie eat them well okay? I’ll be waiting for your call. I’m sorry you have to go in such a rush.” I hug her tightly holding back tears again then I gently kiss her cheek then my dad looks over towards Seonghwa and finally speaks after a while “Please take care of my daughter and treat her well. Me and her might not see eye to eye most of the time but she’s still my daughter and it would wreck us if anything happened to her.” Seonghwa nods and shakes my dad’s hand “Of course sir. I’d protect her with my life, she’s safe with me. Always.” My mom calls both my little brothers to come say goodbye and they tightly hug me “I have to go now, take care of mom okay?” They both nod and walk over to hide behind my mom. I walk towards the door and take one last look at my family “Bye mom, dad, kiddos. I’ll come back when I can okay?” I wave goodbye and walk towards the car with a huge knot in my throat then my eyes begin tearing up and as soon as I sit inside the car I begin to silently cry. Seonghwa gets in the car after waving goodbye and notices I'm crying, there was instant change of expression and he leans over to hug me “Hey, no don’t cry. It’s okay, this isn’t a goodbye you’ll see them one day. When we figure out what to do with the whole Draven situation we’ll come and see them as often as you want. I’m so sorry this is all my fault.” He kisses the top of my head while he gently strokes my hair. while I hold Seonghwa’s hand “No, you can’t help who you fall in love with. Besides I actually really like living with you and the guys, I don’t feel alone anymore. The only reason I’m crying is because of everything that’s happened I really expected to die at one point and all of that led to me wanting to at least make it clear to my family I’m not dead. It didn't help my parents telling me all that stuff made me really emotional.” Sadness and remorse clouded his features “I’m glad you were able to solve things with your family, even if it was because they genuinely did think you were dead which I really am sorry about. I’m sorry about the way we met and how we just kidnapped you like that. I’ve been meaning to apologize but out of pure fear of you somehow hating me I just keep silent.” Seonghwa wipes away my tears then I gently caress his hand with my thumb and smile “It wasn’t the best way to meet the love of your life but as crazy as it sounds I’m glad it happened because for once in my life a tragedy led to happiness and you’re my happiness Seonghwa.” He rests his forehead on mine and says in a quiet tone “I love you so much, your love is so pure.” I lean In and gently kiss his hand “I love you too, I’m glad I met you.”
Seonghwa looks into my eyes lovingly for a few seconds then snaps out of it and smiles “How about we head back home, I’m sure everyone is wondering where we are.” I nod and wipe the remaining tears from under my eyes. During one of the stop lights while I was looking out the window I see a strange ultra pale man with long black hair his eyes looked black and empty like an endless void and he seemed to be staring at me with a very serious and cold expression, not to mention he has painful looking scar over his left eye and a very interesting red jeweled necklace. I slowly and awkwardly look away and I look at the road in front of me. It was probably some weird guy trying to scare people. That’s so creepy.
Eventually we make it home and as soon as I enter the house San runs in from another room and hugs me tightly “Miss y/n! Where did you go!? I was going to ask if you could make me a snack!” Wooyoung then runs into the room panting then says “San I said I’ll cook for you!! Oh, hi Seonghwa, hi Miss y/n I was wondering why I hadn’t seen either of you around.” Wooyoung walks over to us then I say “Oh yeah, we went to go visit my family because I didn’t want them thinking I was dead.” Nonchalantly Wooyoung nods and says “Oh yeah, we kidnapped you I almost forgot about that.” Seonghwa glares at Wooyoung then he nervously laughs and says “Yeah, we’re so sorry about that.” I shake my head “No worries, but enough of that we can talk about it later because guess what I brought you guys from my mom’s house!?” Both shrug while Seonghwa looks at us admiringly and San looks at the box says “What is it?” I open the pastel pink box with cookies and other sweets and smile “Some sweet things my mom made, I thought you guys would have loved to taste it since you guys liked my cookies and sweets so much. So I think you guys will love my mom’s a lot more because personally I think my mom’s are better.” San gasps “Oh! We should! Seonghwa I’m stealing Miss y/n for a little bit we’re going to have a snack!” he links his arm with mine then begins to walk away then Seonghwa says “Don’t worry about having to do anything today my love have fun. San, don’t eat them all in one sitting they’re supposed to last us a few days.” While we walk away San chuckles and says “Okay dad” I turn and smile “I’ll have fun no worries! I’ll bring you blood earl grey tea with a snack later okay?” he nods and smiles then Wooyoung looks over at Seonghwa then over at San and I and catches up to us “Wait I wanna have some too!!” We walk into the kitchen and it looked as if Wooyoung began to work on something. I walk over to the stove then I look at Wooyoung and I give him a smirk “Aww, so you were actually starting to cook for San.” He nods then looks over at San slightly irritated “Yeah, I was going to surprise him but as soon as he heard the door open I heard him running towards the door like a crazy person.” I look down at the sweets box and look back up at Wooyoung and smile “Do you wanna finish that then we can have this as a snack?” He nods and says “I was planning on cooking a dish my mom always cooked for me back when I was alive.”
I set down the box on the table and I sit down while Wooyoung washes his hands “Ohh wow that sounds nice we can’t wait to taste it right San?” San nods giving me a dimpled smile “I’m looking forward to it too since Wooyoung always told me his mom’s cooking was the best.” San sits on the chair across from me while Wooyoung cooks then I fold my hands across my lap then San says “How did it go visiting your mom? Did she freak out?” I raise an eyebrow and chuckle “Uh, yeah she freaked out she thought I was dead.” He presses his lips together then says “Well of course but what I meant is did she notice Seonghwa was a vampire?” I shake my head and shrug “I actually don’t know, she never said anything but I’m sure she probably thought his eye color was weird I noticed she kept looking at his eyes alot she also asked abut the scar on his cheek” Wooyoung chuckles “Well I mean you’re supposed to look at people in the eye when you talk to them Miss y/n. I’ve noticed you don’t really do that you usually look away or look behind us when you talk to people.” I put my head down on the table to hide my flushed face “Do I really make it that noticeable?” San reaches over to me and pats my head and says “You do, it’s kind of endearing though. It shows how shy you are although I’ll give you credit for occasionally making eye contact.” While stirring something on the stove Wooyoung says “ My personal favorite is when you don’t look at our faces at all.” I lift my head and scrunch my nose “Well, I mean can you blame me?! You guys are gorgeous, like seriously it’s kind of intimidating. It’s almost inhuman how beautiful you guys are.” I put both my elbows on the table and I put my chin on my hands and I gaze out the window while a smile slowly grows on my lips “Especially Seonghwa he’s the definition of perfect.” San’s mouth hangs open then covers his mouth then Wooyoung says “I mean I knew I was handsome but I didn’t know we all were.” I clear my throat and I smooth down my skirt then San says “You really think we’re beautiful? Don't we scare you?” I look up for a few seconds while I think then I say “I mean yes, but that doesn’t take away from your beauty. My mom once told me when I was a little kid that vampires lure in a lot of their victims with their beauty. So she definitely wasn’t wrong about vampires being so beautiful.” San smiles and holds both my hands “You’re pretty cute yourself Miss y/n, I understand now why Seonghwa is so in love with you and waited hundreds of years just to be with you.” Wooyoung grabs a small piece of carrot and throws it at San causing both of us to flinch “San stop it, you’re being weird again” San looks over at Wooyoung slightly irritated and says “I was just complimenting her I wasn’t being weird” Wooyoung then turns and looks at San “What do you think Seonghwa would say?” San shrugs then looks over to me and smiles “I’m sure he knows Miss y/n is a very cute human so I don’t think he’ll flip out over a compliment.” Wooyoung leaves the pot to boil and sits next to San and says “What else did you see when you went to your parents’ house.”
I tap my index finger to my chin then I say “Well, my dad was mad at me when he first saw me because I disappeared, I saw my little brothers, and also this is random but I saw a really pale guy with long black hair, black eyes and a huge scar on his left eye. He was staring at me with this really serious and scary facial expression but I think he was just trying to freak me out though.” San and Wooyoung’s eyes almost pop out of their skull then Wooyoung says in a very concerned tone “What was he wearing?” I shrug “Hm, he was wearing all black. I didn’t really pay much attention but he wasn’t badly dressed. I do remember his pitch black eyes, his scar and this really interesting blood red jeweled necklace because it looked a bit dated but those three are what stick out alot why? Do you guys know him?” San and Wooyoung both look at each other in complete horror then San says “We have to go tell Seonghwa and Hongjoong, this isn’t good. He knows.” My heart begins to race and my stomach drops then I get up from my seat not being able to sit still “Wh- What do you mean? Are you talking about Draven?” They both nod then they get up and Wooyoung turns the stove off and says “Stay with Miss y/n, I’ll go talk to them.” San nods and before I’m able to go back to my seat I begin to shake to the point where I could barely stand up San then helps me sit down he then kneels in front of me holding my hands and says in a low comforting voice “We promise we’re going to do anything in our power to protect you.” My lip trembles and my eyes well up with tears then San says “Don’t cry. You might not know this but you’re far more powerful than you lead on, your bloodline will protect you too if anything happens to us.” I cover my mouth trying to keep myself from crying loudly. I don’t want to lose Seonghwa, I love him so much. I also don’t want to lose my new friends either. I don’t want anyone to suffer because of me. Seonghwa and all the guys including Mingi walk into the kitchen with Seonghwa immediately walking over to me taking me in his arms “Please don’t cry, you’re breaking my heart. It’s okay, remember I told you and your parents I’d protect you with my life and that’s what I’m going to do.” I hug him back tightly and bury my face in his chest while the other guys are unable to do anything but silently watch.
“I don’t want to lose you, I can’t lose you. I also can’t lose my friends, and that includes Mingi and Yunho even if they hate me. I can’t lose anyone of you guys.” He gently strokes my hair I then notice from the corner of my eye Mingi’s gaze going from cold to a soft concerned gaze. Yunho then looks over at Mingi then back at me, Seonghwa then says in a low tone “Everything will be okay.” He’s lying, he's trying to convince himself everything will be okay but I have a feeling he’s lying.. I pull back and he gently wipes my tears away “I’m going to be a sorceress like Ursula. I don’t know anything about being a witch but i’m not going to sit here and do nothing and watch you guys get punished because of me.” Yeosang looks over at the guys “I’ll help her. I’ve studied witches before so I have a few books on them.” I look over and see Yeosang give me a shy smile I then say in a barely audible tone “Thank you so much.” Hongjoong then says in a skeptical tone “So you saw Draven today? Why didn’t you tell Seonghwa?” I shrug while stippling my fingers “I honestly didn’t know that’s what he looked like, I genuinely thought it was just some weirdo on the street trying to mess with me so I brushed it off.” Seonghwa looks over at Hongjoong and says “It’s not her fault. It was mine for not telling her anything, for trying to pretend like she didn’t need to know. I’m sorry.” San gently pats Seonghwa’s back and says “You wanted to protect her it’s okay. Besides, she’s not totally clueless. Wooyoung, Jongho and I have been telling her things about the supernatural world and the effect her blood will have on a vampire if they drink it” Jongho then chimes in.” We also kinda told her about our pact with Draven. Don’t get mad, we knew something like this was going to happen so that’s why we just went ahead and gave her a heads up.” Hongjoong stands there for a few seconds glaring at the boys then sighs “I would have been really upset but I mean you guys did the right thing so there’s not much I can do there, thank you for not leaving her in the dark about things.” He then turns to look at me and says “Miss y/n, I’d like to apologize on behalf of all of us for bringing you into this mess. I’m sure you regret meeting all of us.” I shake my head “Like I told Seonghwa earlier, I believe all of this was meant to happen. Somehow though I was able to find the beauty behind the madness, because of you guys I no longer feel alone and sad. The longer I’m here the more at home I feel, you guys are my destiny.” Yunho then says in a somber tone “Aren’t you scared knowing that because of us you’ll be a blood bank for Draven until you die?”
Evreyone looks at Yunho with a very surprised look on their faces then he continues “You know that’s the reality right Miss y/n? If he takes you that'll be the ugly reality you'll have to live. None of us wanted you to see it but you made it so hard because you kept asking too many questions.” I bite the inside of my lip “Well, of course I’m scared but fear isn’t going to stop me from stopping Draven, especially not when the love of my life and my friends are at stake. The reason I was asking so many questions is because of the way all of you made things sound, I had to find out for myself if there was a way I could help.” Yunho quietly nods in understanding and looks down “I honestly don’t know what we ever did to deserve you Miss y/n.” Did he just- Wooyoung looks over at Hongjoong and says “So, what do we do now? Do we summon Draven?” Hongjoong shakes his head while he massages the side of his temple “No, that’s the last thing we wanna do. We’ll have to wait until he appears himself, it’ll buy us alot of time.” I don’t know why but I keep hearing that phrase. Buying time. Seonghwa looks over at the stove and says “You didn’t get to eat did you?” I shake my head and he smiles “You should eat so that cute brain of yours works properly when you study.” He looks over at Yeosang and says “Do you mind staying with Miss y/n for a bit? Maybe you could start teaching her about her bloodline I’ll catch you up afterwards” He nods and evreyone walks out of the kitchen leaving me with Yeosang. He walks over to me and sits down in the chair in front of me while I grab some of the food Wooyoung prepared I serve Yeosang his favorite, just pure blood. I set it in front of him while I also set my plate down he then breaks the silence “It’s brave of you to try and help us.” I carefully pour tea into my cup “Of course, I’d do anything at this point for my friends but most importantly the love of my life.” Yeosang traces his index finger along the rim of the glass “That’s very sweet of you and a very pure intention that I hope works in your favor.” I shove a spoonful of food in my mouth he then pulls his finger away from the glass and clears his throat “So about your relative Sorceress Ursula, not only was she a well known pyromancer..” The corners of my eyes crinkle “What is that? I mean I’ve heard of them but I don;t really know what they do besides control fire..” A small smirk appears on his angelic features “Well, a pyromancer is a sorcerer who can manipulate and conjure up fire at will..” I take a sip of my tea then I say “Oh wow Ursula was pretty strong I’m sure it took her years.” Yeosang nods and says “Yeah she was but the more you study and practice I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it, at least the basics in a few months.” Can I really do this? My only hope is that my determination is enough to help me.I stare at the table then I lift up my gaze and I say “I have a bad feeling I won’t have a few months.” Yeosang gives me a concerned look “Don’t say that, if only Seonghwa got a good look at the guy maybe we would know for sure if it was actually him but let’s just hope it wasn’t him. We’re probably just freaking over nothing.”
After I finish eating Yeosang takes me to his work room located in the chapel. He opens the wooden door to reveal a dimly lit room with beakers and flasks each containing different substances and along the walls were bookshelves filled with many different kinds of books. It was like a small time capsule of a Victorian era laboratory. I quietly gasp and smile “Oh my gosh Yeosang, you have so many books!” he chuckles and gently massages his neck slightly embarrassed “I guess I do, thing is that’s not even half of them. A Lot of the books in the whole house are mine the other ones are either Seonghwa or Hongjoong’s” I walk over to a bookshelf and immediately spot Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes “Oh my gosh, can I borrow this? Is this the original cover?” He nods “It is, I remember when it first came out it’s nice to see you have a really great taste in books and of course, I have the whole series so whenever you want to borrow a book just let me know.” I smile and hug the book then Yeosang puts on his glasses and inspects carefully at the bookshelves eventually pulling out a few books “I don’t wanna overwhelm you with reading but I feel like these 4 books have very good information on not just beginner spells but also a little more intermediate. I also gave you one specific book for necromancy if you want to dip your toes into that. I will say necromancry is powerful, but I trust you will use it correctly.” He puts the 4 thick books in my arms and I glance at him with concern “What if I accidentally hurt you guys..” Yeosang gently puts his hand on my shoulder “It won’t happen, I know so. Trust yourself.” I nod then Yeosang pulls a chair and clears a small space on the table and smiles “You can sit here and read while I work on a few things. If you have a question you can just ask.” I sit down and open the first book and I begin to read, a few hours pass until I started dozing off. I should really go freshen up, I’m falling asleep and this isn’t the time to be falling asleep no matter how boring these books are. “Hey Yeosang, I’ll be right back I have to use the bathroom.” He nods and without looking up from his notes says “Okay, I’ll be here. Hurry back.”
Once I finish I wash my hands and walk outside. I walk past Mingi’s room and I hear the door open and immediately I come to a halt, I slowly turn around and see Mingi standing in the middle of the hallway. I gasp and I run towards the stairs until I feel him grab my arm and he says in a sincere but very soft tone “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” Stay on guard y/n. I gently pull my hand away from Mingi’s grip and I step back a bit “Do you need something Master Mingi?” I say in a serious tone he nods then says in a soft voice almost like he’s whispering “I’m not supposed to be anywhere near you without anyone else here with me but after hearing you call me a friend I honestly felt terrible for what I did to you. I let the prejudice between vampires and witches get in the way of seeing what a great caring person you are and for that I’m sorry.” I glance over at Mingi and his face was painted with remorse, I quietly sigh and cross my arms in front of my chest “Master Mingi, you tried to kill me. I can’t just trust you that easily after something like that that’s not how it works.” He runs his hands through his hair and nods “Yeah I know, I just wanted to put it out there that I don’t hate you anymore especially after seeing how much you genuinely mean to everyone else here especially Seonghwa.” I stare at the ground for a few seconds then he reaches over to touch my shoulder and out of fear I slightly jump up and he pulls his hand back “I’m so sorry.” I fidget with my fingers then I look up at him “I forgive you Master Mingi. I understand your urges are hard to control at times especially being around humans but I think It was also my fault too for making it even harder for you to control yourself by going into that room even after Seonghwa told me not to and making you upset so for that I’m so sorry.” Mingi looks in to the distance as if he was trying to process my apology then he says “It’s okay, it’s just the reason Seonghwa told you not to go in there is because there are artifacts in that room that if touched by a human the power surging through those items could kill you.” Wow, but what are they used? Sacrifices? “Hm, like what?”
Mingi looks around making sure no one is around and steps closer towards me “Well, one of them is the Shard of Hades, it is said to be made of the Hades’ own weapon the bident. It grants you huge amounts of power and is able to control masses. Which is why anytime a human touches it they die, due to the dark energy emanating from it. The only beings to ever be able to wield this weapon is immortals like gods, demons, or vampires which is why it’s dangerous. One huge drawback with immortals wielding it is that if their willpower is not strong enough the dark energy consumes them thus sucking the immortality out of them.” I raise my eyebrow “Why is this in your possession if it’s so dangerous?” Mingi shrugs “It belonged to our creator, we honestly don’t know how he got a hold of it. He left it behind after he died so we decided to keep it away from Draven because one thing for sure is that he would definitely take advantage of its powers.” I narrow my eyes slightly “Hm okay then how come the door wasn’t locked?” He presses his lips into a straight line “It was…Just maybe not for humans. The sigil on the door, in the room and under your bed are a protection sigil that way we’d know if anything unhuman has entered our home. Unfortunately we underestimated you, usually people don’t get ballsy enough to go down there after we tell them not to which is our mistake.” I’m guessing even vampires themselves majorly fuck up. “I mean you can’t expect humans to listen and submit to everything you say even if their lives are in danger..” He looks over his shoulder again and says “I mean to be fair we never expected it because this is the very first time a human has stayed here this long, they’re usually either dinner or a sacrifice.” I nervously laugh then Mingi gasps and shakes his head “Oh no, you’re not either of those don’t worry.” MIngi looks away then looks at the ground.
“y/n? Can I tell you something and please don’t take this the wrong way” I slightly raise my eyebrows and I say “What is it Master Mingi?” He awkwardly shoves his hands in the pockets of his pants and says in a slight embarrassed tone “So, Yunho told me your cooking is really good and I was wondering if maybe one day if you’re comfortable enough with me I could maybe try it?” I never thought I’d see the day where Master Mingi would confess him wanting to try my cooking, that’s so cute. “Oh you mean like have dinner with Masters San, Wooyoung, Jongho and me?” He nods while looking away clearly embarrassed “Of course, you can join us tomorrow if you’d like.” I nod and for a few seconds we stand there with Mingi suddenly getting really quiet then I hear Yeosang call out my name. Mingi looks at me with eyes pleading me not to tell anyone that we’ve talked. He puts his index finger in front of his lips and quickly goes back into his room. A few seconds later Yeosang walks up the stairs and sees me walking down the hallway and says “I’m sorry I got worried. You were gone for quite a while is everything okay?” I nod “Yeah, everything is okay my mind was just wandering and I kind of lost track of time.” I begin walking down the stairs with Yeosang walking next to me, eventually we get back to his science room and I go back to studying for a few more hours while Yeosang is busy observing a mixture in a beaker bubbling over a burner and tending to other stuff in his lab. Suddenly there’s a knock at the door and Yeosang automatically says “Come in.” too focused reading I feel someone kiss the top of my head and I look up and see it’s Seonghwa he then says “Sorry it took long my love me and Hongjoong just got caught up talking that we lost track of time. ”
He turns and looks at Yeosang and says “Hey, Hongjoong wants to see you he’s gonna go over what we talked about.” Yeosang turns off the burner and continues writing stuff down “Okay, i’ll be there in a few I just need to finish writing this observation.” I close the book I was reading then I say “I’ll just go back to our room and study” Seonghwa tilts his head slightly “How about so you’re not by all yourself you can stay with me in my work room?” I smile then I say “Anything to have an excuse to hang out with you.” He chuckles then helps me with my books then I before I walk out the door I tap Yeosang’s shoulder and I say “Thank you for the books, I’ll return them to you when I’m done” He smiles shyly and says “Of course anytime also please take your time and let me know if you need help with something” I nod then I walk over to Seonghwa and we head over to his work room. As soon as I enter I notice his work room has no windows, his work space is also very neat and tidy and like Yeosang his work space was a small time capsule, now I understand why they don’t really leave their workspaces that often. I’m sure it reminds them of when they were alive. I look over at Seonghwa and quietly giggle “Wow, you’re very neat and tidy and this looks like a workspace of a 17th century poet it’s really beautiful.” He nods and sets down my books onto his desk and says “I’m glad you like it, a lot of the things in here are things I used to own when I was a human.” He gently touches a small wooden music box and lifts up his gaze to look back at me and continues “Like this music box, it doesn’t work anymore but having it here with me is comforting.” I softly smile while I take a closer look at it without touching it. “I like it, I think it’s cute how much you treasure this. It's like a reminder that you were once human and your life prior to becoming a vampire.” he nods and sits down on his slightly worn leather chair and says “Yes, it is a much needed reminder and if I’m honest, when you turn into this you tend to forget your human qualities and tend to become very inhuman. Not just physically but in the way you think too, you lose yourself…”
I sit down in the chair in front of his desk and I carefully watch him “I lost myself and turned into a monster, that in the moment I couldn’t tell until I realized it was you we were going to sacrifice. The love of my life, my soul mate. You brought me back to my senses.” I smile and reach for his hand “I’m so proud of you for realizing your mistake, I'm sure those urges are very hard to handle and it’s very easy to lose yourself and give in to that animalistic behavior.” Somewhat ashamed he silently nods and I sit there gently rubbing my thumb on the top of his hand. “All those sacrifices don’t define you. Part of me believes you did it because you had to not because you wanted to.” He reaches over and strokes my cheek without breaking eye contact, he then lets out a small sigh and says “Of course I had no other choice, none of us did. Draven and his older brother saved all of us from the brink of death and working for him was a way to repay him for keeping us alive.” Everything is beginning to make sense as to why they’re tied down to this evil thing, not only do they have a contract with him but he’s also probably one of the reasons they’re not dead. Me being here is only going to make things worse for them, I can’t let them take the fall because of me. If they’re going to live forever they should be able to live a life they enjoy not live a life as henchmen for a demon. “So in a way he’s keeping all of you to work for him against your will.”
Seonghwa nods and sits back on his chair falling completely silent once again until I speak “Now I see the loyalty for this man isn’t because you admire him, it’s out of fear…” I look at one of the books from the corner of my eye and look back at Seonghwa’s sullen expression. The only way to truly make Seonghwa happy is to defeat this demon. I force a smile and say “I’ll work hard to protect you, I won’t let you suffer.” Seonghwa’s face lights up a little bit and gestures me to give him a hug. I get up and walk behind his desk and I lean over and hug him while I rest my head on his shoulder “Can I ask you ask a question?” He hums slightly nodding his head “What was your life as a human?” He chews the inside of his cheek completely avoiding eye contact with me so I hesitantly grab his hand again “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He shakes his head “No, it’s just kind of a hard thing to look back on but it’s also something you need to know about me before you make your choice whether you want to stay with me or not.” I raise my eyebrow slightly surprised. He clears his throat and adjusts in his chair and gently pulls me over so that I sit on his desk facing him “So, when I was human it was my father, mother, my older sister and I. Years before I was born my great grandfather was a former warrior for our village who eventually turned into a thief, he was later killed for his actions after he robbed a noble after he almost killed him. Unfortunately, my family suffered the consequences for my grandfather’s actions and my whole family was ostracized from the village and we were treated like outcasts. That led to our family to become very poor and unable to afford food and other important necessities a lot of the time. So as I grew up I resented not only my grandfather but the people of our village for blaming us who had done nothing. One day when my older sister got severely ill I had no choice but to steal the medicine she needed to get better. The bad part is that from that day forward it was a habit that soon turned into something I enjoyed, I enjoyed seeing those people responsible for my family’s ostracization suffer even if it was at my expense. I slowly became a well known delinquent in the village, constantly getting into fights and trouble to the point where my mother eventually stopped reacting to my injuries from how frequent it was.“ I would have never guessed Seonghwa being this type of person prior to becoming a vampire. I genuinely thought he probably came from a rich family or was a royal himself. The way he carries himself is so proper and prince like, nothing like the delinquent he says he was. “Wow, that’s- I’m so sorry you went through this, you spent your human life on survival mode.” He meets my eyes and says “I’m sorry I was not the person you probably thought I was. In a way I deceived you, I was a horrible person and I did many things I wish I could take back. You have no idea how much I hate myself, I could have become better but I didn’t. I became what my village expected of me.” I pull his hands a little closer to me resting them on my lap “Look, I’m not going to sit here and say what you did was okay because it wasn’t. The good thing is that if you recognize your mistake, you’re headed in the right direction. You feeling remorse for your actions means that you do have a heart.” He furrows his eyebrows and I continue “No one is perfect whether they are living or undead” He sighs and defeatedly looks away from me “I know. I just want to be perfect for you.” I smile and pull him into my arms, his head resting on my chest “I know you do, but you don’t have to. I’m happy the way you are. Flaws and everything, just how you love me for me.” He pulls me a little closer to him while I gently stroke his sliver hair, we stay quiet for a few minutes enjoying being in each other’s arms until Seonghwa eventually pulls back “I almost forgot to tell you how I met our creator Sir Jongkook.” I give him a small smile “Go ahead, I'm listening.”
Seonghwa laces his fingers with mine and looks up at me from his seat “Well, Sir Jongkook and Draven were explorers at the time and they happened to stay at our village since our village was well known for its nightlife. It just so happened he was on his way to meet up with Draven at a tavern near the nightlife district and that’s when he runs into me getting the living daylights beat out of me after I foolishly picked a fight with the mayor’s son, I eventually became outnumbered. So, I don’t remember this part as I was passed out by then but Sir Jongkook fended them off, when he got closer to my body to check up on me and he realized how severe the beating was. He decided to feed me his blood because I was very close to dying and he felt horrible and didn’t want to just leave me there so he figured he’d take me in his care and give me a new life, one where I wasn’t so vulnerable and troublesome.” I see why they’re so fond of this man, he was very empathetic for a vampire. I can only imagine how happy he made them in order them to admire them so much they still keep a painting of him. “So I’m guessing your creator was one of those rare vampires who aren’t evil?” He nods “Yes, he was a very good man. I learned a lot from him, the rest are very fond of him too. He was there when we needed him the most.” I hold his face in my hands gently stroking around the wound on his cheek “I promise we’ll bring your creator back home, so he can finally rest in peace.” He pushes back a strand of hair behind my ear and rests his forehead on mine “ I love how empathetic you are towards our creator despite never meeting him, you would have loved him..” Great aunt Ursula please, if you can hear me please help me I’m begging you. I know I just found out about you not long ago but I need help awakening my powers. I need to redeem myself, for not only letting a person die but I need to find a way to get rid of Draven one way or another to end this.
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my house of stone, your ivy grows
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summary: yoongi carried himself with a sense of pride within himself and his belongings. he worked hard to get to where he was- ethically or not, it made him the man he is today. his latest toy, a young college girl from america, will become his magnum opus. he just needs to work out the kinks.
tags/warnings: mafia au, kidnapping, daddy dom!yoongi, smut, autistic!reader, spanking, stockholm syndrome, little!jimin, vminhope, drug mention, namjin, fluff, domestic discipline, age gap
Kiwo was doing better, Yoongi thought. As the days went on, she fought less and talked more. She still avoided Yoongi at all costs, refusing to go to bed with him or sit anywhere near him, but she was less hostile. Sometimes Yoongi would even catch her soft and curious stares towards him.
Monday came around, and Yoongi noted that Kiwo had class today at 10:30 am. This week, Yoongi himself would escort her to class and wait until she had finished ensuring she would behave. Next week, Jungkook would be with her (if Kiwo decided she wanted to continue courses).
"So, Kiwo," Yoongi looked over at the more petite girl in the passenger seat. "When are all of your classes time-wise?"
Kiwo kept her eyes glued to her feet, "Uh, today I have Ethics from 10:30 to 11:30. Then I have Writing from 3 to 4, and Korean classes from 4 to 5."
Yoongi gave her a small smile, "Now, would you like to take a nap during your break or go out for lunch?" Yoongi was giving her a chance to behave in public. He would take her out to a nice, casual place for lunch if she chose. But, he understood that Kiwo was shy, and, just like Yoongi, appreciated any chance to sleep. A small 'I don't know' brought Yoongi out of his head. The two continued the drive in silence.
They eventually pulled into a parking lot outside of the building where Kiwo had her class, and Yoongi placed a gentle hand on Kiwo's knee. She pulled her knee away and brought her knees to her chest after unbuckling the seatbelt. Yoongi looked at her with curious squinted eyes, wondering what made Kiwo so anxious and shy all of a sudden.
"Do you want me to walk you inside?" Yoongi asked, and Kiwo shook her head frantically. While Yoongi couldn't see her face behind her arms, he could hear her shaking breaths and sniffles, indicating that she was crying.
Yoongi sighed. He had absolutely no clue what was going on with the young girl- he assumed she would be happy to leave him. This left him emotionally torn between the pain of seeing her so upset and the joy of knowing she wanted to be with him. Kiwo's cries turned into loud sobs as she spoke.
"I just wanna go home!" She yelled as her cries and sobs escalated. Yoongi placed a hand on the top of her head, gently stroking her hair as he softly shushed her.
"We'll go home, baby. Just put your seatbelt back on."
"NO!" Kiwo screamed, and glared at Yoongi, "I wanna go to MY home!" Kiwo turned her back to Yoongi, curled up on the seat, and tried her hardest to open the car door. Yoongi had yet to unlock it. He stared at the girl with sadness in his eyes- this wasn't what he expected.
The two aimlessly drove around Seoul until Kiwo had calmed down. Eventually, Yoongi pulled into the parking lot of a small park with a pond and waterfall. At some point, Kiwo had unfurled herself from the fetal position and was sitting normally in the passenger seat, staring out at the pond. They sat in silence, enjoying the sounds of nature. It was a much more welcoming environment than the busyness of the rest of Seoul. It felt peaceful. Yoongi looked over at Kiwo.
"Do you want to go sit by the flowers?" He asked. Kiwo simply nodded, and Yoongi clicked the unlock button on the car. Opening the car door for her, Yoongi grabbed her hand and led her over to the small patch of tulips by the water. They sat down on the soft grass, Kiwo still avoiding Yoongi's lingering gaze. She stared blankly out at the pond and the overarching trees. After a moment, she spoke up quietly.
"Why me?" She asked though Yoongi could barely hear her. Why her? There were a million reasons why it was her, but the rambling would just overwhelm Kiwo. Yoongi sighed and grabbed Kiwo's face, forcing her to look at him.
"Because you're beautiful, and I want to keep beautiful things happy and safe," Yoongi said, "I'm the only one that can do that for you."
Kiwo avoided eye contact the entire time. Nevertheless, Yoongi continued.
"You needed someone. You needed assurance, safety, and security. I can give you that. I could tell you were struggling, just begging for someone to save you."
"What did I do?" Kiwo asked, barely audible above the sounds of the waterfall.
"Nothing, dear. And everything. You did nothing and everything at the same time." It didn't make sense, Yoongi knew that. But it was true. Just her mere existence meant everything to Yoongi- she could just sit in his office corner for years and he would be the happiest man in the world just knowing Kiwo was his.
Only his.
They sat in silence again, taking in the relaxing scape that was the park. Kiwo rested her head on Yoongi's shoulder.
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He- they? He- wakes up alone. In silence.
Absolute silence. He hears… nothing. Not the ever present voices in his head, no people outside… wherever he is, a damp, cold, dark room… nothing.
He stands, eyes wide, unable to see anything.
“He- hello?”
What… what happened to me? Where am I? Why is it… quiet?
He swallows. Ignores the shakiness he feels, the anxiousness he can’t shake.
One hand in front of him, the other on the wall next to him, he takes a slow lap around the room. Feels nothing but a jagged, rough wall.
He scuffs his foot on the floor- it makes no noise.
His eyes widen, doing it again, again, again-
No sound.
Breaths stuttering, he slowly finds a corner and sinks down against it. “H- h- hey. Ok. This… it’s ok. It’s ok. It’s just… quiet. Yeah. You’re not injured, nothing’s wrong… it’s just… quiet.”
The silence is deafening.
“Hello?” He whispers, desperate for something from his head. The voices.
Silence.
Something’s wrong.
His chest tightens, throat closing, eyes widening. He reaches a hand back and grabs his hair, his hand shaking.
“Guys.”
It’s too quiet.
It’s way, way too quiet.
He can’t take it.
“Stop. Stop that. I don’t… what’s happening? What’s going on? What’s happening to me?!”
No response. Nothing. It’s… silent.
Silent.
Deafeningly silent.
Two years. Two years since the adventure that split him, two years his head has been loud and he hasn’t been alone in two years and now, inexplicably, it was silent.
“Stop.” He whispers. Pleads. He’s not sure what he’s doing. “Make it stop. I don’t want this. It’s too quiet. It’s too quiet. Stop. Make it stop. Please.”
Nothing.
His breaths ache in his throat, chest heaving, gasping frantically. The silence… is too loud.
That doesn’t even make sense.
“Stop stop stop stop stop stop.” He whispers, hands moving over his ears.
He gets no response, no answer, no relief.
He moves to his knees, elbows on the ground in front of him, still covering his ears. And he screams.
Screams until his throat aches and his chest hurts and he wants anything, anything, to relieve him from this awful silence but he doesn’t get anything.
And he just keeps screaming.
~~~~
Four sits with a blanket around his shoulders, shivering.
It’d been a week since they’d found him.
It’d been a week since Four’s said anything.
A week since Four’s… done… anything.
He sits. Stares of into space. Kind of reacts if someone tries to get his attention.
“Four?” Wars says softly, now.
A slow blink.
“Hey… Four, can you… hear me?”
Another blink.
A shiver.
Wars slowly puts another blanket around the smith.
Solid black eyes flick to Wars.
Four’s eyes had been a solid, daunting black. His irises, usually a light grey, had just… at some point during his captivity, shifted to a inky, soulless black.
He also absolutely despised the quiet.
They’d learned that the hard way.
When they’d found Four, they’d had to knock him out to get him out of that room. Four fought tooth and nail, screaming the entire time, nearly breaking Wild’s nose.
He’d woken up a few hours later. Shifted, eyes snapping wide open, in the middle of the night. And screamed. And screamed. And screamed.
Only calmed when Twi sat next to him, talking softly.
Since then, someone was constantly talking to the smith. Even if he’d never respond, never really seemed to listen to the words. Just… couldn’t do the silence.
Whoever was on watch was also tasked with talking. Four rarely slept anymore.
Time’s taken to playing his ocarina, which actually seemed to help Four a lot.
At least… Got Four’s attention. The smith had slowly turned to Time, eyes watching him while he played. Until he’d slowly drifted off to sleep.
“Hey, bud… you doing ok?” Wars tries.
No response
Four’s eyes drift away, back to the fire. And just stares.
He doesn’t look back at Wars. Not for the whole time Wars tries to talk to him.
Camp is quiet tonight. They’re all restless- not moving for a week has gotten under their skin. But Time doesn’t have them continue. “Not with Four… like this,” he says whenever someone asks.
Wars gives up, sighing and leaning back on his elbows.
They all glance around at each other. Silence falls over them.
Four’s breaths quicken. Panic fill those black eyes. A soft whimper, then another.
“Shh… it’s ok. You’re ok. You’re not in danger.” Sky says softly, moving to the smith.
Trembling.
“It’s alright.” Sky repeats, putting a cautious hand on Four’s shoulder. “You’re safe. Nothing will hurt you here.”
The skyloftian pulls out a harp, strumming it softly.
The smith’s eyes slowly drift to Sky. Watching.
Slowly relaxes, eyes fixed on the knight.
Twi slowly sits on Four’s other side, getting the younger to lean on him.
Shifts the blankets to keep them around the smithy, arm wrapping gently around him as Four watches Sky play.
Until black eyes droop, slowly drifting shut, his breathing slowly evening out and slowing down.
“Ok. Does anyone have any idea what’s going on with him?” Wars says quietly, standing and glancing around at them all.
“Does it have something to do with his sword?” Wild asks, and gets a few looks.
The champion hesitates, then- “He… can do something with the sword. It’s… I don’t really know how it works or how it affects him, but… we don’t have it. We couldn’t find it. And it does something to him- I think… well, maybe we need to find it.”
“What does it do?” Twi asks, glancing over to the champion.
Wild hesitates again. “It… well… splits him. Into different parts of himself. That sounds weird… but he’s… shown me. Four different parts, four different…”
“So if these parts are… hmm.” Legend mumbles, trailing off.
Then looks up at them, noticing them all coming to the same conclusion.
“We need to find that sword.”
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