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forever | austinbutler

note i am in love with this fic. im so sorry its so long i couldnt stop. also let’s pretend austin is a couple years younger in this, it just works better wc 6,645 tw slight age gap, mention of austin’s mum passing, smut, loss of virginity, y/n and austin being so in love its sickening

“would you wanna come with me to cannes?” you and austin had been talking about the premiere for what seemed like forever, he had asked you over a year ago when he found out about the event, and he was growing more and more excited as the days passed. you’d been dating austin for a year now, but as he kept everything in his life, your relationship with the boy was quite private.

austin hated publicity — his mood was instantly ruined whenever he ran into photographers or reporters or saw his name on some phony media outlet. his least favourite part of the job was taking pictures and doing scripted interviews. he loved press conferences and talking about his work, but more than anything he loved his work and staying true to it. it was the thing he was most passionate about in life, his art and the films he created, and he had a hard time doing anything for the ‘publicity’ side of it. austin understood every aspect of the industry but sometimes he wished he could be an actor without being famous, make the movies he did without being a celebrity. and because of this, his hatred for the spotlight, he kept every aspect of his life as private as he could. the two of you, of course, went public with your relationship but you were hardly spotted together other than the occasional grocery store run or taking your dog for a walk. austin did his best to shield you from the public, he knew you weren’t the biggest fan of the industry he worked in so he tried as hard as he could to keep you out of it. so when austin invited you to the premiere of elvis, his biggest movie yet and at one of the biggest film festivals in the world, you couldn’t help but be excited, and a little bit nervous. because not only was this a big moment for him, but it was a big moment for the two of you.

while austin went off and did what he needed to do for the movie, you stayed back with his manager, jenelle, who you’d made good friends with over the last year of your relationship austin. the movie was phenomenal, getting a well-deserved 12 minute standing ovation, which was so emotional and raw, seeing everyone’s reactions and honest opinions. everyone loved the movie, and everyone loved austin. this was his make-or-break moment, and you knew in your heart that he had made it. the look on his face, tears stinging to his eyes, told you that he knew it, too.

after piling out of the theatre, you followed everyone out to the red carpet, stopping to take pictures with everyone. it wasn’t until austin was done with the cast photos that he found you, and of course the photographers went wild over that. it was exciting, a foreign feeling knowing that the two of you were going to be photographed together, the pictures surfacing sometime tomorrow for everyone in the world to see. jenelle had even made sure to dress you two to match, your dress the same colour as the flower pinned onto austin’s blazer. and if that wasn’t enough, right in the middle of the red carpet, isolated from the crowd in your own little bubble where everyone could see you, austin grabbed your face and kissed you. you heard many uproars, many cheers or calls of your names, but the voices faded away as quick as you had faded into the kiss, your mind blurring as you felt his soft lips work against your own.

austin pulled away, keeping his hands on the sides of your neck as he whispered, “i love you.” the smile on your lips couldn’t help but grow as you heard the words fall from his mouth.

“i love you too. i’m so proud of you,” you said back, and he smiled before kissing you again.

you’d known austin your whole life, being childhood friends since you were born. you were quite a bit younger than him, 21 while austin had just recently turned 26, but as kids the two of you grew up and played together like it was nothing. your families were close, your moms had been life-long best friends, so you spent an absurd amount of time together. when he got older and became a teenager, it became less cool for him to hang out with you, as you were younger and he had his own friends to spend time with, but you still saw each other all the time as your families spent weekends together, going on vacations and summer holidays. when austin’s acting career took off, you and your family even went to support him in a few of his plays or movies that he starred in. you were in high school by the time he landed most of his roles on tv shows that you watched, like zoey 101 or the carrie diaries. you thought it was so cool that you knew someone who was as famous as he was, and bragged about it to all your friends.

austin’s mom always knew you had a crush on the boy, and she absolutely adored you, telling your mother that she secretly hoped you would cross paths when you were older and end up getting married. you were 18 when she passed away, austin was 23. he came home for her funeral, stayed in anaheim for about a month or so but you didn’t see much of him then. you exchanged words at the service, giving the boy a hug as he cried into your arms. he saw you later that night as everyone was filing out of the funeral home, and he had given you another hug and a kiss on the forehead. that night, he had said to you, “i love you, y/n. so did she. i know she did.” he seemed so much older to you then, so out of reach as opposed to when you were little kids, running around in your backyard or watching classic old movies at his house. you think it was how much he matured — you were at completely different times in your lives; austin was grown up, making a name for himself, while you were just graduated high school, just beginning to learn how to figure things out. you missed times like when you were younger, and you didn’t really realize how serious your crush on austin was until you began thinking about how close you two were, and how much you missed it. of course, he was so much older than you, so it felt silly and childish to think that way. that was, until you found yourself living in los angeles, pursuing a career that you were extremely passionate about, when you ran into austin on the street. you’d clumsily spilled coffee all over yourself, and upon realizing it was you, he insisted he buy you a new one and take the opportunity to catch up. since then, you’d grown close, and the progression into your relationship felt natural and surprisingly not weird, despite the age difference and the handful of childhood memories.

you remember telling austin what his mother had said, about hoping the two of you ended up together. austin’s mom was his favourite person on the planet — you knew how devastated he was when she had passed — and that was something that really brought you closer, was that you understood that part of his life, the grief and how much he missed his mom. no one else he had met fully understood that. and you weren’t sure if it was you that had put the idea in his head about you two being together, telling him about how his mother loved the idea, or if he had come up with it on his own. but either way, austin asked you out not long after that conversation, and it had been over a year since and the two of you were happier than ever.

the thing you loved the most about austin was the fact that he knew you so well, much like you knew him. he knew you grew up in a very conservative household, both your parents quite religious and although your mom was a bit more laid back than your father, they had still raised you under very strict conditions. even after you grew up and moved out of the house, you still, subconsciously, stuck to that lifestyle — you’d never had a boyfriend, in your 21 years, and sexuality was something that you hadn’t explored, either. you had grown up with the idea that it was something special, when it came time to lose your virginity, something you shouldn’t give up too easily and it should be perfect and romanticized. unfortunately for you, you still hadn’t found the right person or the right time, and as humiliating as one would think it was to still be a virgin in your early 20s, it wasn’t. not when you were with austin, because surprisingly, he didn’t care. anything you were fine with, he was fine with, and he made sure not to push those boundaries.

which is why you loved him so much.

“i don’t think i can do any more of these pictures, let’s go,” austin mumbled in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple. you nodded, taking his hand and following him towards the crowd gathered by the entrance. you met up with his manager and a few of his co-stars, and before you knew it there was a car being called for austin butler, and the two of you were piling into the backseat and heading off.

somehow, the after party even topped the screening of the movie, with all the music, dancing, the champagne and the people. the alcohol had to be your favourite part, though, and as austin had promised you earlier you were getting drunk tonight. open bar and not a cent to be paid, you were downing drinks left and right. thankfully, you knew how to handle your booze, and just stayed at a steady pace all night, enjoying the state you were at.

“how excited are you to see the news tomorrow morning?” you said, finding yourself dancing with your boyfriend in the middle of the packed venue, your arms slung around his shoulders as his large hands sat firmly on your waist. “our first big outing. maybe i’ll blow up and get big and famous like you, hey?”

austin chuckled, staring down at you with narrowing eyes as he smirked. “wouldn’t want the fame to get to your head, there, little one. gotta keep humble, like me.”

“humble. you’re literally the elvis presley,” you said, rolling your eyes as he threw his head back and laughed. “i don’t get you. how are you so perfect? you just flawlessly executed arguably one of the hardest roles to play, the king himself, and you’re not even phased by it.”

“let’s get back to talking about you, hey? my favourite subject.” austin moved his hands down to curve over your hips, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “i don’t know who put you in this dress tonight but i want you out of it, now. it’s doing things to me.”

you giggled, feeling his lips pressing soft kisses along your jawline and your neck as you threaded your fingers into the curls at the back of his head. “speak to jenelle about that one, she got me the stylist.”

“then i will be having a word with her soon,” he said, kissing your exposed shoulder, “but not before i have one with you. let’s get out of here.”

“you wanna go?” you asked, a bit surprised at his sudden boldness, but excited nonetheless. “shouldn’t we stay a little longer? it’s your party, after all. i feel like you’re expected to stay.”

“if i was needed, i would’ve been dragged away by now,” he said, and you knew the boy had a point. “let’s go before they somehow find a reason for taking me away from you. i’ll text jen on the way to the hotel so that way she doesn’t get too mad that i disappeared.” you nodded, and after pressing a quick peck to your lips, austin took your hand and led you out of the venue.

the drive back to the hotel wasn’t one of speed, but one of many, many thoughts. up until this point in your relationship with austin, you had done everything except have sex, which he was completely fine with and honestly, you didn’t know where you stood. you were nervous — you knew you wanted to, but a part of you was scared that because you had made it such a big deal your whole life, everything would be so different afterwards. there wasn’t a single inch of you that doubted that austin was the one; he was perfect, understanding, beautiful, and most importantly he made you feel safe when you were with him. you knew that if you felt uncomfortable he would stop, but there was still something picking at your brain, making you wonder if this wasn’t such a good idea.

“hey, you all right?” austin asked, snapping you out of your trance. he moved his hand to rest on your thigh, squeezing lightly. you looked between his concerned expression, soothing smile and comforting eyes, to his large hand pressed to your skin, warm to the touch and protecting, like you knew he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you.

you looked back up at him and nodded with a smile. “yeah, i’m okay.”

“okay, good. wouldn’t want my girl to be upset,” he said, and your lower lip rolled into your teeth as you tried not to smile too big. yeah, maybe this was a good idea.

the car pulled up to the hotel minutes later and austin got out first, holding the door for you as he helped you out of the car. you headed upstairs, the elevator ride agonizingly long and you felt yourself growing impatient as you watched the floor numbers on the screen flicker by. 20 came and you stepped off, following austin to your room.

“i think i’m gonna shower before anything else, sitting in that theatre for so long had—” austin couldn’t get his words out before you jumped him, your arms snaking around his neck as you pulled him down and crashed your lips onto his. hesitantly but forward nonetheless, austin kissed you back, holding your waist as he pressed you into him, backing you into the door as he placed his hand on the back of your head to stop you from hitting the wall. you kissed him ferociously, his hand moving to cup your cheek firmly as you parted your lips and let his tongue enter, finding yours hastily before he moaned, feeling your hand tug at his tie. he pulled away, lips parted as you both panted heavily, and austin ran his thumb over your cheek before he breathed out, “i don’t have to shower, if you’re so against the idea that you attack me at the thought of it.” you scrunched up your nose, smacking his arm lightly as he let out a deep laugh. “come on, come shower with me.”

the two of you got under the water, sharing kisses and laughs as austin washed your hair for you and you spread soap across his body, spending extra time running your hands down his abs. you didn’t think you’d ever get over how beautiful he was, every inch of him, and you smiled at the fact that he was yours.

“what are you thinking about?” he asked you, his voice deep as it echoed off the walls in the shower, and you smiled up at him. austin was staring down at you, his lips full, his cupid’s bow carved in beautifully and his nose perfect. you couldn’t believe how gorgeous the man in front of you was, his eyes were easily your favourite colour and you loved the light freckles that scattered across his cheeks, which were sculpted so sharp and handsome. his hair was wet, curls darker now, sitting flat atop his head from the water, and his eyebrows were furrowed inward how they always were when he was looking at you, deep in thought as he studied you as you did him. the two of you spent a lot of time doing that, staring at each other and admiring the other person immensely. that’s another thing you loved so much about austin — there was no doubt in your relationship, you were so in love with each other you couldn’t help but feel it radiate from the other person.

“i’m thinking about you.” you answered finally, and austin’s lips curled into a small smirk. a boyish one, where you knew exactly what type of phrase would come out of his mouth next.

“thinkin’ about me, hey? what’re you thinking of?” his hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb running along the edge your jaw, eyes travelling down to stare at your lips as he took his own into his teeth, biting down on his lower one as he let his thoughts take over.

“just looking at you, how pretty you are.”

“mm, you think i’m pretty?” he said, his eyes narrowing as his raspy voice rang in your ears, making you close your eyes as you felt his thumb run over your bottom lip. you parted your lips, mumbling a slow mhm as his thumb slipped past your teeth, onto your tongue and you closed your mouth around it. you heard a low growl escape his lips, and then, “i think you’re prettier,” before you fluttered your eyes open. “even prettier like this. doing anything i say.” he tilted your head back, tightening his grip on your jaw as you sucked on his thumb, massaging it with your tongue. “so pretty, y/n.”

you opened your mouth, causing austin to take his thumb out before leaning down to press his lips to yours, but you stopped him by placing a hand on his chest. “i wanna get out now,” you said, and austin lowered his eyebrows before nodding, reaching behind you to shut off the water. the two of you stepped out, austin wrapping you in a towel before doing the same to himself, grabbing another one to quickly dry his hair and playfully doing the same to yours.

austin left the bathroom quicker than you did, leaving you to your lonesome as you stared at yourself in the mirror. a million thoughts entered your mind at once, all of them regarding the same thing, having sex with austin. were you ready? would it hurt? did he even want to with you? what if you were bad at it? was it as amazing as everyone said? you closed your eyes, trying to push all the thoughts aside. you knew you wanted to, and you knew that austin was the boy you loved and trusted most, so you saw no reason not to. plus, if it counted for anything, you really, really wanted to.

when you walked out of the bathroom, austin was standing in just his towel, which hung dangerously low on his hips, leafing through a small booklet. at the sound of your footsteps he glanced up, a soft smile playing on his lips. “you wanna order room service? i was thinking we could get some food and just watch a movie. they got netflix on here.”

your heart swooned at the boy across the room from you. his hair was already started to get back to its natural curls, messy and still damp atop his head, and his tan skin looked amazing and so soft against the white of the towel, which hid what you could somewhat see poking against the fabric underneath. you brought your lower lip between your teeth, hugging your own towel to your chest as you met his eyes, and he raised an eyebrow. “what?”

you stared longer at him, chewing on your lip. you were just looking at him, already turned on from just the sight of your boyfriend. you thought about the whole night, how sexy he looked in his suit, how good he looked playing elvis… seeing everyone’s reactions and how you got to share that special moment with him; how proud you were of your boyfriend. how proud you were that he was your boyfriend. you were so in love with the boy standing in front of you, it was an overwhelming but comfortable feeling. you looked at him in all his glory, smile playing on his lips, the dim lighting of the one lamp across the room reflecting off his body, showcasing his abs and his sharp v-line drawing your gaze down below his towel. you watched as he raised a hand through his hair, his bicep flexing as he chuckled. “quit lookin’ at me like that.”

you smiled sheepishly, feeling your cheeks burn as you rolled your lip between your teeth again.

“and quit biting your lip like that while you’re at it.” austin made his way over to you, placing his hand on your neck as he leaned down to kiss you. you wished to deepen it, but he pulled away before you had the chance. “you do things you shouldn’t be doin’ to me, y/n.”

you kept one hand on your chest, holding your towel up, as you brought your other to his face, thumb brushing over his sharp cheekbone as you felt his stubble against your palm. “i love you,” you said softly.

“i love you too, baby.” he smiled, genuine as it reached his eyes, and the boy dipped down to kiss you again. this time you led it, sliding your tongue to meet his quick as you wrapped both arms around his neck, not caring too much if your towel fell loose. austin held you firm, one hand on your cheek as the other rested on your hip, and he pushed you gently against the frame of the door, kissing you lightly. your lips hardly ghosted over one another, your breaths fanning together as you took a second to bask in the moment. “i love you so much,” he whispered. “so much, y/n.”

“i know,” you answered, your voice soft, like a cushion for his words as you gazed up at him. your eyes spoke to him, telling him that you felt the exact same, that you were so deeply in love with him, and austin did nothing but connect your lips again.

you kissed for a few moments, and you began growing restless. you found yourself reaching for his towel, pulling him closer until your fingers slipped into the top, beginning to untuck it slowly. austin pulled away from you, looking down at your hands and then back up at you. “what’s this?”

“i want you,” you mumbled, feeling shy under his gaze, until you saw the boy’s menacing look falter under the eye contact you held. you were his weakness. your innocence was something austin had always loved about you, but in that moment you realized it was your lack thereof that would ruin him.

“let’s get rid of this,” he instructed, pulling at your towel until it dropped to the floor below you, and you were met with the cold air surrounding you. you weren’t sure what caused you more goosebumps — the breeze, or austin’s eyes. you shivered under his stare, and he brought a hand to your waist, humming as he touched your bare skin lightly. “always so beautiful, sweetheart.”

austin had seen you naked countless times by now, but you don’t recall ever being as nervous as you were in this moment.

the way his hands felt against you lit your skin on fire, and it wasn’t until he had you on your back on the bed, legs pressed together while he was discarding his own towel, that you were completely nerve-free. not a single part of you was scared anymore — you were excited for what was to come, eager to feel him in a way you hadn’t before. because you knew there was only good to come from this. you loved austin so much, you didn’t think there was any more love to give — except for this. you were ready.

“you sure, baby?” austin’s words were soft as was his touch, his left hand coming to hold your hip, his right moving to brush the damp hair from your face. he pressed a kiss to your forehead after you nodded, looking down at you. “i don’t want to if you don’t want to.”

“i want to, aus,” you said, wrapping your small hand around his wrist, glancing up at him reassuringly.

“okay, baby.” he kissed your forehead again, swiping his thumb across your cheek. “i love you.” you grabbed his face and brought him closer, ghosting your lips over his before returning the three words. austin smiled, meeting you halfway as the two of you crashed your lips against one another, passionately and lovingly, a moment both of you had been waiting for finally here. the excitement you felt building up in your chest was overwhelming, and you remember thinking to yourself, maybe you were too ready. you’d never felt so… hungry, for him, but that only made you kiss him back harder.

austin’s fingers found your entrance before anything else did, working into you slowly, but there wasn’t much he needed to do as you were already soaked — you had been since the act in the shower, and just thinking about the close proximity between you two had you growing wetter by the second.

“this all for me, baby?” he mused, kissing down in a way that was light and gentle, but all the more sexy. he reached the valley of your breasts, nestling his face in your chest as he looked up at you, pumping his long digits in and out of you. your lips fell parted, eyes shut as you felt the pleasure wash over you. he stretched you out, scissoring his fingers as best he could to prepare you. austin wanted to do the most to have it hurt the least for you, so he kissed his way down to your thighs before settling himself between them and going to work. he’d eaten you out before, but every time seemed better than the last with austin, and you were already feeling yourself building up by the time he was adding his fingers into the mix as well.

his tongue lapped up and down, taking long strokes before he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue, pushing inside you with his own wetness. you were close, so close, as he flicked his tongue inside you, sucking at your clit, but austin pulled away before you had the chance to feel the full effects of his actions. but that’s exactly what you wanted.

“i’ll make you cum later, baby,” he told you, crawling over you as you whined. his hand came to wrap around his cock, lubed with his spit as he pumped himself up and down. “need to feel you first.”

suddenly, austin dropped his hips and you felt his tip sliding up and down through your lips, and he focused on your clit, your head falling back at the feeling.

“this is gonna hurt a bit, baby,” he warned you, ducking his head so he could get a visual. quickly, he looked back up at you, reassuring eyes and his eyebrows raised. “just tell me if you want me to stop, okay? don’t wanna hurt you too bad.”

you nodded, looking at him. austin dipped down to place a sweet kiss on your lips, lowering himself down to rest on his forearms, his lips hovering above yours as he lined up the tip with your opening, pumping himself in at a slow pace. you felt him slip in, not thinking it was too bad, until you realized there was more to go, and it hurt more with every inch. you winced, moving your hand to grab onto his bicep, and austin looked down at you.

“too much, baby?”

you shook your head, squeezing your eyes as you mumbled, “keep going.” austin moved a hand to cup your face, his thumb dragging across your cheek soothingly as he pushed himself in farther. you felt him stretch you out quite uncomfortably, and it was only a few seconds until you felt austin bottom out in you, a low groan leaving his lips, one you hadn’t heard from him before. not like this.

“you alright, love?” he asked, voice deep as he stilled himself in you, and you nodded. slowly, he began thrusting his hips, and you couldn’t tell if the pain was getting worse or better. you didn’t say anything though, hoping that the pain would ride itself out, and it did as austin picked up the pace, moving his hips back and forth in a steady rhythm now. you were still stretched out in an uncomfortable way but you found pleasure in it, and hearing your boyfriend’s moans definitely helped the case.

“holy fuck, y/n,” he said through gritted teeth, eyes rolled to the back of his head as he pounded into you slowly, pulling out at an agonizing pace before shooting his hips forward. you were moaning loudly, head thrown back as you had your legs wrapped loosely around austin’s hips. “fuck, sweetheart. you feel so fucking good.”

you didn’t know it was possible, but austin speaking to you in that low, raspy voice had you feeling even better, and your moans picked up as he did so. his hips were snapping back and forth into you as a reasonable pace now, and austin pushed himself up onto his hands as he picked up speed. he moved a hand to rest on the back of your thigh, pushing your leg back to fuck you at a different angle, and he positioned himself higher, hovering over you now. the chain he wore dangled above you, his full lower lip caught between his teeth as his messy curls fell over his forehead. a thin layer of sweat built across the boy’s skin, his biceps looking massive above you and his shoulders indented with the move of his muscles. you couldn’t help but watch him, and of course, you were loving the sex, but you were so caught up in his reason of being. austin noticed you staring at him, and he met your eyes in a way that was so raw, the two of you connecting in such a humanized moment, so passionate and honest.

“i love you,” austin breathed, his hand moving to cup your cheek, thumb resting on your lips as he pulled them apart.

“i love you,” you whispered back, taking his thumb on your tongue as you felt him push into you, squeezing around him causing him to squeeze his eyes shut, his lips falling apart. your nails dug into his bicep, your other hand tugging at the roots of his hair. austin dipped down, his lips attaching to your neck, sure to leave marks for tomorrow to see as he nipped at your skin. you moaned, leaning your head back to give him more space as you pulled at his hair, tightening your legs around him as he dropped his hips down, slowing his pace.

“so tight for me, baby, holy fuck.” austin brought his lips to yours again, not quite kissing you but hovering his lips against yours as his hand wrapped around your throat lightly. “you wanna do something for me, darling?” you hummed, nodding. you’d do anything for him in that moment. “get on top, honey. want you to ride me.”

willingly, you nodded, and austin flipped the two of you over expertly before helping you on top, your legs on either sides of him. he lined his cock up with your entrance, and this position felt a lot different than the last. it didn’t hurt as bad, this time, going in, but it was still uncomfortable and you pressed a hand to his stomach to stop him.

“all you, baby,” he said, moving his hands to hold your hips, and slowly you rocked yourself back and forth until naturally, he was all the way inside you. he hissed at the newfound feeling, head falling back as he mumbled, “fu-uck, baby.”

you kept your hand on his abdomen as you sat on his cock, unsure of how to go about riding him, and austin soon picked up on your hesitance as he opened his eyes to look at you again. he sat up slightly, dragging you with him before he instructed you. “just bounce up and down on it, baby. you got it.” you did as he said, leaning forward slightly to get a rhythm. you moved up and down, feeling him sliding in and out of you with each movement. “mm, just like that baby. such a good girl.” his praise made you want to do better, so you picked up your pace.

after a few minutes, you decided to try something new, feeling a bit bold. you spread your legs wider, leaning back as you began grinding down on him, rolling your hips over and back. you weren’t sure if that felt good for him, but fuck did it feel good for you, and you didn’t know it but that was enough for austin. seeing you in bliss, head thrown back with your eyes rolled up in pleasure, was enough to make him finish himself off. but he didn’t want to yet — not now.

“you like that, baby?” austin said, voice low and raspy as you felt his hand wrap around your throat. you moaned, falling down onto his chest as you knelt on the bed, straddling him. his dick was inside of you, ready to fall out from the angle you were at, and austin lifted his thighs to change that. suddenly, he began fucking into you, his hand coming down to smack your ass, leaving a stinging feeling and a mark in its place as he pounded into you. “tell me how much you like it.”

at his request but also at his sudden change of pace, the filthiest moans fell from your lips, his name spilling along with a few curse words, and austin could’ve sworn he’d never heard something so pretty as the way his name sounded coming from your lips like this.

he flipped the two of you over again, laying you down on your back as he pushed into you again and again, his thrusts fast and his motions hard as he hit your g-spot every time, making you see stars and you grasped onto the sheets with the same ferocity he gripped your thighs with. the intensity was nothing like you’d felt before, you were breathless and wanting more, not wanting the feeling to end but desperate for some sort of release. you knew you were getting close, the amount of orgasms austin had rocked you through before this were countless, but you begged for this one.

“aus,” you breathed, and the boy slowed his actions to look at you. “i’m so close, please.”

he grunted, thrusting hard into you, feeling your walls squeeze around him as he pulled out only to push even harder back into you. “you wanna cum, baby?” you nodded, whining as he moved his hand from your throat down to your clit. with the pads of his fingers, austin began rubbing at your bud, circling it lightly as he watched you chase your high underneath him. a sight he never wanted to go without seeing again. “so fucking hot, baby, holy fuck.”

you arched your back, feeling your sensitivity building up as he worked you closer and closer. austin mumbled something about wanting to cum with you, and you weren’t exactly sure what he meant until you felt him start fucking you again. he brought one hand to your leg, pushing it back to stretch you out, giving him more to work with as he sat back, pulling you closer. his hips snapped back, pushing into you as his fingers worked you over.

“don’t cum until i say so,” he ordered, and you whimpered as his digits toyed over your clit, the pressure in your stomach building and building. the speed at which he was pounding into you was enough to make you finish, but you were desperate to follow his orders, so you held back. austin moved your leg to rest on your shoulder, straying his fingers from you as he dropped his hips down and bottomed out in you, a loud moan falling from your lips as you gasped. “that feel good, baby?”

“please,” you whined, squeezing his bicep as your lips fell parted. austin chuckled, loving the sight of seeing you begging for it underneath him. his fingers moved back over your clit, and you gasped again, jolting under his touch.

“so needy, baby,” he teased, pressing his digits against you firmly. “can’t take it anymore, sweetheart? want me to fill you up with my cum?”

you nodded, whimpering desperately as he smirked, circling fast patterns into your clit. from the way your thighs jumped, he knew you were on the edge, and austin pounded into you a few more times before he was there himself. his fingers dug into the skin of your thigh, his lip between his teeth as he tried to hold back for you.

“open your eyes for me, baby,” he moaned, and the sight of your irises made the boy feel warm. “gonna cum now, want you with me. okay baby?” you nodded, feeling your stomach tighten. austin cursed, looking at you with such filth and lust in his eyes. “fuck, baby. you’re such a good girl for daddy.”

his fingers flicked over your clit wildly, and as austin was chasing his own high, thrusting into you quickly, you felt yourself coming undone beneath his touch. soon enough, you were spiralling, and the sight of you orgasming underneath him had austin shooting into you as well, coating your walls with his cum. loud, breathy and shaky moans came from both of you, his hands gripping you tightly as you arched your back, moaning out his name while your fingers dug into his arms. the pleasure washed over you in a feeling that had you shaking, your thighs trembling and your mind fuzzy. it was the best orgasm of your life, and seeing austin leaning over you, his shoulder shaking as he held himself above you, you could’ve sworn this was what cloud 9 was.

after a few moments, basking in each other’s presence, austin sat back, letting his hands run up and down your legs,

before slowly pulling out of you. you winced slightly, feeling his cum follow as he stood up to find you a towel. he came back, kneeling over you as he cleaned you up gently. afterwards, austin crawled right back into bed with you, pulling you into his arms and the two of you under the covers. he kissed your lips, then your forehead, your nose, cheeks, chin, all over. you giggled, pushing him away playfully but he only tightened his hold on you.

“i love you, y/n,” he said, a hint of seriousness in his tone. you lifted your head up to look at him, his arm snug around your waist as he held you from behind. you repositioned yourself slightly to look at him, eyes scanning his. “i’ve never felt this way before. about anyone — about anything.”

your heart picked up in your chest at his words, at his face, his lips, his eyes. everything about the boy was beautiful, from his physical appearance to his soul. you couldn’t help but feel so lucky. “i love you too, aus.” you reached up to cup his face, your touch soft. “so, so much.”

from the moment you were born, you’d been in love with the boy. maybe you didn’t know it when you were two, and he was teaching you how to spell simple words on your playing blocks, and maybe you disguised it as a crush when you were seeing him on your television at the age of 15. but you had known in your heart the whole time that you loved him. his mom had known, and she believed it more than anyone else. and ultimately, you knew that meant more to austin than anything else. you meant more to austin than anything else.

and he planned to keep it that way.

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𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬. (questions and new friends.)

summary: You were all on your own taking your ice cream until you heard some screaming and gunshots at the distance on a beach, who would've told you that being curious would end you up in hell.

Word count: 4.8k and more.

Warnings: Strong lenguaje, sexual topics and graphic violence will be added to the series as it continues, heavy angst, no use of y/n, some of the characters (mostly all them) are not mine! And rampant demon horniness.. Enjoy!!

Notes: this is a completely non-cannon story, English is not my first lenguaje. The end was a little bit tacky I have to admit it, but I hope it’s still enjoyable! I was in a rush so I apologize for it, I’ve been invested in other books too so I hope to get right on track as soon as I’m able to. I already have some of the chapters planned out so the only thing left is write them out. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy the chapter!!

pilot — chapter two(coming soon)

Then, the scene switched to the cashier that attended you and the random imp you saw giving his testimony. “Fucker couldn’t keep his mouth shut…” at this Meredith turned off the tv, looking at you worried and nervous. “Honey, what the hell happened?” You went yo the farms front door, looking down you saw the brand new news paper. Taking it you couldn’t be more shocked to the images.

It was the fucking camera footage?! Oh the second you see that cashier is on sight. Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard some banging in the doors, now your blood ran cold at this.

“Meredith, I’ll go hide on the kitchen. Scream if it’s really really bad.” She nodded going to the door, when she opened it she saw the nervous neighbors who needed to speak to Meredith asap.

They brought Meredith to a reunion, after she calmed your smokes for a bit. You were pissed about the whole situation, but you didn’t tell your pops. He wasn’t good enough to know the level of what was happening right now, and you weren’t planning on to telling him anytime soon.

In the reunion, the neighbors discussed the whole human on the run situation. Meredith promised to keep you in the line, out of sight for the outsiders. And besides they needed to plan more important things right now like the harvest moon festival that was about to come in the span of two days. Joe and Lyn offered Meredith a hand for the whole hiding the human thing, because they just got a new guy to help in the farm. For what they knew his name was Striker and he was hell of a good helping hand.

But the demon didn’t know you, neither did he know about the existence of a human in the neighborhood. But for what he heard, he only knew you were out there hiding among strangers. So Joe and Lyn offered Meredith a hand to help you to hide yourself well, like a pair of clothes not too long to make you hot but enough to cover the most visible things like your skin and face.

….

In another place, there was a white car in front of the drug store that was reported to have seen a human in. It was packed, like really really packed, a long line that went even out of the store doors just to hear the cashiers testimony. Of course, he only agreed to talk if the people buyer something. Which obviously would make a big fat check for him in the next week.

Outside in the car, the man whom was driving it held up his phone to his ear. “You were right sir, it’s packed like a mule.” A chuckle was heard from the other line, “Just like I predicted, that little human brings the attention like a moth to a flame.” The man frowned, with a low sigh he started the car engine.

“So what are we gonna do about this boss?” He asked before taking a last look to the store. Seeing more people coming in and the line getting bigger, you could see any type there. Imps, hellhounds you name it. “Listen, you’re going to fetch me that human. It would be great for the business to have a real life human.”

The man sighed as he touched his temple, “Boss, that humans gonna cost a pretty penny. And besides, we don’t even know where their at.” He said, now driving off to his boss place to discuss this more carefully.

…

Back to the Farm, Meredith gave you the new clothes form Joe’s. You didn’t complain of course you knew it was for your safety, but your curiosity perked up “Why are you giving me these? Everyone in the neighborhood knows me” You said, taking the clothes and folding them for the festival’s day.

“Well, there’s a new guy that’s helping in the farm. And some outsiders from imp city are coming to visit, as well as the Goetia Prince. We need to be more careful than ever moon pie.” Oh so that was it, you never saw a Royal before but you surely did hear a lot of em. Gossip runs fast at the neighborhood, so it wasn’t like it was gonna last a secret that long.

“The one who cheated with an imp?” You asked, receiving a nod from Meredith. A soft ‘knew it’ came out of your lips as you saved the clothes in another place. “Wait is pops gonna be there?”

“Yes he is, but he’s just going to be in the bleachers cheering for you with me.” Oh, good he wasn’t going to do much. You didn’t want him to get worse because of the festival, and besides you— wait a minute.. “cheering for me? What for?” You asked, now you haven’t been able to participate in the moon festival because you were fragile. But now, for some reason you assumed that you were going to participate. Scratching that up of course she wouldn’t let you go, right?

“You will be participating this year, I mean, that’s what you wanted right? You told me a few weeks ago.” Your eyes lit up as a big grin plastered in your face, “Yes! Yes, I do!” You said almost instantly making Meredith chuckle, she took your hand and embrace it gently “You’re going to go out there and beat their fucking asses to the ground.” You nodded, both of you bursting out laughing because of this.

And that sure you did, the festival day came in. You were bathed, already had breakfast and was ready to go out and bring a price back home. You were helping out with some of the pigs that were hungry and checking everything out on the farm, then you heard Lyn calling you at the distance. You went over to the fence, “Hi Lyn! What’s up?” You asked with a smile.

“Hi sweetie! Mildred is going to come here in a while, remember the face scar I gave your meemaw? Do you have it on you?” She asked, searching you over herself with her hands as you giggled at her touch. “Yes, yes I have it on here in the pocket. It’s been pretty hot outside these days so I thought of just taking a lil’ brake from it.”

“Well okay honey, remember to keep it always safe. And meanwhile the outsiders are here, remember to not take out that scarf.!” You nodded at her reminder, reassuring you wouldn’t take it off. “Now that that is cleared, why don’t you come with us to welcome them? I mean it has been a long time since you’ve seen anyone other than us.”

She was right, it has been quite a time since the Cashier and Imp incident or the first time you arrived to hell. But who knows? It’s never a bad time to give it another chance. So you told her yes, following her to her house and farm. Which would also be the place closer to where the harvest moon festival was going to take place in.

After some time you got distracted with some bunnies that were hopping here and there. You decided to take some photos of them, probably going to show it to Pops later. But after a while you heard the sound of a car parking in front of the farm entrance. You were quick to put your phone in your pocket and take out the scarf to put it on.

You walked over to Lyn and Joe just to see a young adult woman hugging them, you assumed it was their daughter by the way they were talking to each other. As you arrived she looked at you up and down before asking “Who’s this?”

“Oh sweetie, she’s been here a while now. She’s Meredith’s daughter.” You waved your hand at her as she smiled at you, “Well hi! I’m Millie” You shook her hand, not saying a word yet. You still felt shy about this new people, and honestly you didn’t had much to say.

When she started to introduce her husband, he looked at you weirdly. Not because he haven’t seen you before since the last time he visited but the fact that you were wearing a scarf that hide most of your face. And most with this heat outside? Well that was weird, you noticed this. It got you nervous so you opted by just waving at him too.

Meanwhile they talked and honestly while he embarrassed himself, you doze off. Watching most of the animals around, you didn’t really wanted to dive into conversation. You knew once you started talking you wouldn’t stop, so it was better to stay quiet.

It was going to be like that until you heard a “Hey watch it im the sir here fuck-o.” Well that was weird. That voice sounded quite familiar, making your head snap at the direction the voice came from your eyes grew wide to the familiar features in his face.

Well at hell familiar features, that was the fucking bastard that put you a scene in front of the cashier and made a little race car with you. What the actual fuck was he doing here? Oh just seeing him made your blood boil, you wanted to punch him right on the face. But you were soon stopped as soon as you heard “Oh yeah! Y’all haven’t met my boss blitz and his hell hound!”

Boss?? So he ran a business? Was his business chasing cars cause damn you wouldn’t be surprised if it was. As he talked to the couple, you went ahead and came closer to the area. Now interest peeking through, mostly anger and the fact you wanted to beat up that fucker but yeah curiosity too.

“And who is this?” He asked, extending his hand out for you to grab. “The fuck you wanna know that for.” You spat out like venom, which took the couple and Blitz out of guard. You groaned at him as you took off, the trio looking at you weirdly and Lyn worried you weren’t like this. So why the sudden hustle?

As you where walking you found George sitting on a nearby bench, close to the stable. You knew he loved that stable as he took great pride on it and on the farm itself. With a tired face you sat besides him to look over to what he was looking, it was a pair of horses just eating and walking around. He most of the times seemed to find joy on the little things and that alone was one of the reasons why you loved your pops so much. He always finds a way to make anything better even if it has more lows than highs.

“Whats wrong?” He asked, he always knew when you were down. And your body lenguaje didn’t help much either, “I think, everything.” With a tired huff he holders your hand which made you look to him. “You know you can tell us everything, right?”

“Yeah it’s just, there’s so much going on that I think I don’t know what to do anymore.” You avoided talking about the whole revealing shit that happened in the morning. He was getting weaker and you knew that that would only add salt to the wound, that was the least thing you wanted to do.

“Well, it’s always better if whatever you’re holding to ya just.. let it go.” Now he had your full attention, let it all just go? But how could you do that if that could endanger them, you, everybody? “If life has teachen’ me something is that you can never hold into something once it’s already set and done. You’re just going to hurt yourself more into holding onto a reality that will never be true.” Well that made.. sense.

“Even if it’s fucked up, even if you love it you always are going to have to let things go. Because that’s just how life is, it fucks you up and it’s all about change. You can’t hold into it, you just need to let it be until you find a way to get along with it to improve and make something better.” You looked down to your hands, George already left you hand as you were fidgeting between your fingers. He was right, you’ll just let it be and even find a way to cooperate and keep hidden.

Suddenly, your attention was taken out by the sound of speakers setting. The gathering was already starting, you looked at George who gave you an understanding look. You stood up and you felt a gentle grasp on your hand, “Whatever it is, you can always tell us. We love you pumpkin”

“I love you too pops.” You felt uneasy, you didn’t know how could such good demons ended up in your path and taken care of you. And it gutted you more the fact that the longer they protected you the more in danger they were putting themselves. And you hated it, the couple didn’t deserve it. They didn’t deserve living in fear of getting caught because of you. He loved the both of you a lot and he will do until his last heartbeat, you were sure about that but that made it bitter in your chest.

Walking down the neighborhood you went to the crowd who were already getting set and you were surprised to see the owl on stage. It was, strange. You assumed he was some sort of Royal or Rich guy because of how he talked and what he wore. Nothing wrong with it you didn’t judge but still, it still amused you the way hell worked. Hell, just a few days ago you found out how the rings worked but you were still confused on the whole thing.

You and the owl made eye contact for a brief second before you could cut it completely. Something about him and his aura scared you a little, you weren’t some aura specialist or anything but the energy he wore was kind of.. intimidating.

The host, a guy that you never had seen in your life but seems to appear everywhere you go.. Was calling out the rules and the obstacles that the participants were going to go through along the big owl guy who called out the participants. But you noticed the high pitched and the friendly name that went out of his mouth, calling some “Blitzy” and also following the compliment of sexy. Who was the lucky guy? You thought, but your should almost left your body when you heard a scoff behind you.

“Oh fuck me.” You jumped at the sudden voice behind you, turning around to see again the face of the guy who almost ruined your life. God, why did he had to pull the hoodie off? Couldn’t he just wait until you were on the parking lot alone? That would’ve been way better.

But the demon seemed to notice you as you both made eye contact once again, at this you turned to stand right your back facing him again. Fuck why did he have to be everywhere you went? Was he like a fucking ghost following people around, didn’t he have enough back in the drug store?

“Hey do I know—” The whole crowd heard the sound of a gun go off and everybody started running. You were taken off by this so since it was so sudden you were left behind, but when it finally clicked you took off running. The next few hours were taken over by you making your best into not get caught and also trying to win this race. You had a hard time fighting off the people as one of the obstacles was to fight off the people and win.

Punches, slaps and even kicks were thrown at you and you wouldn’t lie it was hard to fight these people off of you. But it was until you felt a tug on your scarf that almost revealed your face that a rush of adrenaline suddenly reached you. Punching and grabbing people off some of them were severely Injured, but you surprisingly seemed to pull it off. Now, you weren’t dumb you saw how Striker and Blitz were fighting the people off and you weren’t to go get into that. If those people almost pulled your scarf out you didn’t imagine how they would manage. And it wasn’t like “Blitzy” didn’t have already a reputation doing that.

So you did the best thing that you always do. You hid under one of the benches until they both figured off all of the opponents left and each other. Yes it could be considered as cheating, but you saw it as a way of “not getting caught.” It was completely fair and different from cheating.

When you had the chance to get out and mix between the people that was left, you were surprised that it only took a few kicks and punches to beat the ones left. Although you later figured out it was because they were fully exhausted from the whole fighting, which you get it you were exhausted too. But you weren’t going to back off that easily, so the next few games that were left you tried to beat anyone the best you could.

Tug of war? Easy you were out with strong people so you pulled it off. There was another round of fighting each other but surprisingly almost nobody came at you, some people did but just with a few punches and kicks you were able to go. They were all extremely exhausted and you were too, you wanted to get out of there as fast as you could and take a cold nice shower. You knew you couldn’t do that until the event was over, but Lyn and Joe gave you some water so you could keep up. Followed by a “you can do it kid” from Joe, it wasn’t much but it was just enough for you to keep going.

At the end, you and the other two guys left were left up in a tie. Since if you three kept going it would end up later at night, so when you three walked up at stage followed by some complains from Blitz by the owl not saying his name right you just… stood up there, still as a statue because you were extremely uncomfortable. All eyes up to you it all send shivers down your spine since you felt like you were about to get caught for some reason.

When striker decided to sing, you just swapped off and tried to clear your mind in the way over. Everything was just too much and the fact that the guy appeared on the news worried your safety and everybody else’s a lot. You felt like you were going on circles fucking everything up for everyone, like you were just the problem. Why didn’t you just go and fuck off, everybody would be so much better without you anyways-

“Honey are you okay?” You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Lyn’s voice who was standing now in front of you. She looked at you worriedly, you didn’t want her to worry this much. You didn’t want no one to worry this much, so you tried to brush it off by telling her that you were “just tired” so she didn’t push it.

“Why don’t you go to my house and clear off a bit?” She said, it wasn’t a bad idea you did need time away from everyone and everything so you just nodded to her standing up.

You walked towards Lyn and Joe’s house but you took the quick rout by behind the houses. It was kinda creepy because nobody wondered by those routs but it was the quickest way. But as you were behind the house you heard a bullet going off from inside of the basement. You jumped at the sound and wide eyes as Moxxie stepped out of there, he was talking to someone but then he looked at you.

“What the fuck was that about dude!?” You spat at him you were already pissed since this morning and now this? Fuck tho needed a break, but shut up almost instantly when you saw his eyes go wide. What was he looking at— oh fuck..

Your scarf, your fucking scarf was hanging loose on your neck. You didn’t notice it because there was nobody and you just wanted to get to the house the fastest way possible. And it was hot as fuck, you quickly tried to pull it back into your face but he already saw you. He fucking saw you.

“What- who- How can you be down here?!” He said before pointing his gun out to you. You were going to snap at him but you stopped to analyze the situation, he what at the basements lock which was on because you did saw it before escaping and talking to someone. Something was wrong, really wrong.

You took a look over the basement and saw Millie, she was severely hurt by a bear trap that was at her leg, you looked over to the situation with panic. You didn’t know what to do, and less in situations like this.

“Wait, I’ll come with you.” Moxxie was in a hurry, you noticed since you’ve always been really observant when it came to people. He just nodded and took off with you, and fuck were you right. You arrived to Lyn and Joe’s house before hearing voices up in one of the rooms, Moxxie took advantage of this and sneaked up behind of them to get ahold of the gun that was in the bed while you stayed on the door if anything happened.

“Took you long enough Mox!” You’ve got to be fucking kidding. You were about to say something before Striker almost shot Moxxie, they started to attack each other and it reached a point were striker was pointing at them with the gun. He had yet to recognize your presence… you were just standing there. No! You had to do something.

You grabbed the knife that was on the floor and reached out to Striker, you stabbed him on the arm and he hissed at you. His eyes going wide like plates at the sight of you, wow how you were getting annoyed by that. Out of anger you pushed him far the other demon ran at him and punched him on the face before starting to attack, you grabbed the white gun in your hands and shot nearby him the bull not hitting him but still you and the other two demons cornered the guy.

“I still think it’s embarrassing.” He said, you weren’t sure what was he talking about but you assumed it was something he talked with the other demon because he seemed to flinch a little by his words. “You’re wasting a lot of potential by relying on a weak little-” you shot nearby him again as a warning for him to shut up while Moxxie talked besides you.

You didn’t knew what was going on but you knew he was threat. You jumped when the door went flying open and Loona came in the Lizzard looking guy taking this opportunity to escape, kicking the gun out of Blitz hand and running towards the window. “Maybe you’ll get me next time. And careful with you’re little human friend, ‘m sure she’s gonna bring a lot of trouble to you if you keep her around.. Blitzy.” He said before jumping.

Blitz hurried to the window, looking outside while you shared some rather awkward looks with Moxxie and Loona. You heard a sigh from the window as Blitz put his gun on his pocket. As if it was a sign you tried to move past to the door giving the hellhound a pleading look for her to move. You thought her reaction was going to be like the few you got today but she simply didn’t give a fuck and moved.

“Hey wait- You can’t go just like that!” You heard a voice behind you that made you stop dead in your tracks. God you just wanted to go home, “What?” You said turning around to face the little imp, “well for starters!-” he almost finished his sentence before his boss shushed him, you wouldn’t blame him it was getting pretty fucking annoying and you just wanted to go already.

“Pretty good the stunt that you pulled there.” Blitz said, you smiled a little by his recognition. You could’ve been better, of course you were exhausted after all and that was just a pure moment of adrenaline. “Thanks”

“Say wouldn’t you be down to join I.M.P?” That took you off guard and it seemed that it did too for the other imp, he was about to question it if it wasn’t for you who did it first. “I.M.P?”

“Yeah, a killing biss down there in imp city. We could use an extra hand.” Now, you normally would brush these offers off. Say that you didn’t need it and that you were good just like that, but something inside you told you why not? You needed a job anyways, and maybe you could use it in a future? Have something to rely on before doing the big thing and emancipate from Mildred. Maybe lift some trouble out of her shoulders. “Well, I don’t really need it right now but.. why not? Sure, I could use it. Now I’m not sure if I could do it right away but I can leave it in stand by.”

Blitz smiled at this, as he gave you a little piece of paper that you saved in your pocket. You drew every question Moxxie asked away, you didn’t mean it for it to seem mean you just were fucking wore out. You just needed a good sleep, so you went to your home and took a nice cold shower, put some pajamas and went straight to bed. The harvest moon festival was still going on out but since the race was over you decided to rest for now so you closed your eyes and you were almost instantly knocked out.

…

The next morning after making breakfast for George and Meredith you decided to go out and help Lyn and Joe to get the outsiders set to go to imp city. When you arrived you watched as Lyn gave Millie a lecture, which made you chuckle because it was the same type of lectures she would playfully give you when you were doing something so obviously wrong.

But then, Moxxie stood up for his wife. Telling them how she protected him and how that was more than enough, clearly you thought they were going to pull him off. Telling him he had no business in interrupting the conversation because it was a family thing but they didn’t. They even acknowledge him. That actually did surprise you, so finishing your work and putting some of their stuff on the van you approached to the window of the car to were Blitz was.

“Hey, remember I didn’t shut down you offer. Don’t forget bout’ me if I call.” You said playfully, at that he chuckled giving you an understanding look “Don’t worry toots, it’s not gonna be hard to spot a human face in this hell hole.” You smiled at this before hearing someone call you, you put your hands on your pockets something that you usually did when you felt guilty about something.

“Hey uh.. I’m sorry for the hostility yesterday. Just got lit going on in my mind and you know.” This took him by surprise, but still Blitz managed to shrug it off with a smile. “Hey, don’t put too much mind to that. I did fuck up by pulling the shit I did by the store, so it’s normal.” You nodded, after that he apologized because of that. Which you accepted, it wasn’t like you couldn’t keep hiding and besides you weren’t going on the market no more. It could risk it, you just got to be more careful next time.

When they left, for some reason you felt a little emptiness in your chest. It was weird really, it wasn’t like you weren’t familiar with the feeling but it felt weird feeling it after a while. You tried to brush it off as better as you could by putting your mind somewhere else, doing stuff like feeding pigs, walking the horses and even riding them a little around the farm, looking at the little hell-bunnies as you liked to call them thanks to their weird strength and their signature lava-like lines and black fluff.

You were taking a few pictures of them before you heard your name in the distance. You thought it was your mind playing tricks on you but it wasn’t, you heard your name again back into the woods. Huh, strange. It was getting extremely spooky as it seemed to call out for you, you frowned, you weren’t stupid enough to go in an adventure to the forest to find out what was it so you decided to go inside to your house. “Hey pops, have you seen my-”

A pause, Pops and Meredith were sitting in the couch together. Looking at the door as if they were waiting for you “Care to explain this.”

You were confused with his tone, until you saw the news paper that was on the table. Oh shit.. Your heart was pounding like crazy at the realization, you looked at Meredith who was sending you an apologetic look. “Pops, I- I can explain.” You tried to talk, but you felt a knot starting on your throat.

“No, I don’t want to hear your excuses. You disobey me, us and look what did brought upon us. Upon you.” You were scared, not because he was angry. No, he was as serious as ever and that was what scared you. There was no screaming there was no shouting no nothing, and it freaked you out. “Please pops, it wasn’t my fault..-”

“I told you to not go into public spaces, I told you to be careful I told you that to keep you safe. But this, this is just unacceptable.” His voice started to level up, “Do you know how hard it was to shove away the little news guy that came to our door?” Wait what?

“What news guy?” You frowned as Meredith decided to jump in “There was this guy at our door while the festival was going on. He was asking lots of questions and some of them horribly personal and about you.” Your blood froze, Meredith looked to the floor and George stayed silent. It sank at you in, they already started to search for answers.

But you were shot out of your thoughts when George started coughing, a lot. So much that he couldn’t keep his posture and sat down as his face winced at the pain in his throat, when he looked at his palm his eyes along with Meredith’s went wide at the sight of blood. Meredith in panic rushed to the bathroom in the look of pills asking if he forgot to take any, George started to cough more as a little bit of more blood went to his palm.

Meredith decided to take George and put him in their bed to check on him. You didn’t hear much of what was happening in the room but you noticed they were talking about something that you couldn’t catch. He was getting weaker and weaker by the day because of the stress, she went out to call the Neighborhoods doctors and you were left alone with him in the room. You couldn’t even look at his eyes, guilt went all over your head and a thousand voices telling you it was all your fault. You did it deserve them, they didn’t deserve this. It must’ve been pretty obvious that you were beating yourself up or something since George noticed it and asked you to come closer to him.

“Look honey, things are starting to get tough. And this shit is starting to get hella real really fast, don’t beat yourself up to this. Meredith explained to me the situation and it’s not your fault.” His grip was gentle in your hand, and your eyes couldn’t keep helping you by the way they started to water slowly as he talked. “You just need to be strong, keep a strong heart as you’ve been doing this whole time.” He started coughing again and that worried you as you took his hand in yours and squeezed it a little in a sign of comfort. It killed you seeing him in this state.

Before he could say anything more doctors came rushing into the room and some of them even bumped into you. You didn’t know what to do as you left the grip around George’s hand and left the room to get some air as tears started to form. You went outside and sat on a place a little bit too far from the house, you curled up your legs to your face as you started to cry. Tears rushing madly in your cheeks, following along the lines of “what was I thinking” and “this is all my fault.”

You weren’t sure what was next, really. A lot of images and scenes came into your mind thinking of the worst, you tried to spend the evening alone. Trying to clear your thoughts as Meredith wanted to take care of George the best she could.

In the next few days, you spend your time making it easier for Meredith to do her normal chores and even you taking care of them fully so she didn’t have to lift a finger, the same thing for George. You’ve been like this for a couple of weeks trying your best into repaying for the troubles they had to manage because of you.

Who would’ve told you that that day, that one specific day everything would shatter into pieces. And that the will of George to love the both of you until his last heartbeat, would be finally complete.

#helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #helluva blitzo #helluva x reader #helluva striker #striker #helluva millie #moxxie #helluva boss mammon #helluva boss ozzie #fizzarolli #helluva blitzø #helluva boss asmodeus #Harvest moon festival

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jeidafei · 2 years

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Komui's Lounge: Vol.28 (Part 2/4)

>> Part 1

Q5: A question about Krory’s Innocence! I assume his synchro rate peaked during his battle with Jasdero. If that’s alright with you, could you please let me know the exact number?

Lavi: You’re talking ‘bout back in the Ark? Since we weren’t present, we don’t really know, though.

Reever: We do have Krory’s report and Hoshino’s additional input for that. Let’s see…It’s been speculated that when his body was no longer able to move, and he left it behind to fight on using only his blood, his synchro rate likely surpassed 100. Krory also reportedly said, “It was because Eliade was by my side that I was able to achieve that state”, that it wasn’t solely his power.

Allen: Miss Eliade, eh…? He’s saying that the consciousness of an exorcised Akuma appeared to him? Such things do happen, huh…

Kanda: Could’ve just been an illusion he saw. It’s never been reported that an Akuma’s consciousness possesses abilities like that.

Lavi: Well, only Krorykins knows the truth.

Lenalee: But if that weren’t an illusion, then what a beautiful yet tragic story…

Reever: That was the only time Krory’s synchro rate has ever surpassed 100. Currently, he could only go so far as 90% even at his best. To be honest, though, fighting only with your blood is far too risky. As a friend, I just wish he wouldn’t pull that stunt ever again.

Q6: Since Lenalee has “cute shoes” as one of her favorite things, I wonder if she’s also collecting shoes in the hopes that she would get to wear them someday?

Lenalee: Ehehe. To be honest, I do feel like collecting them, but I’m good for now. My brother and the Science Division guys made me this little beauty to go with my uniform. And I’ve already decided I’ll see this war through with it.

Allen: I think it really suits you.

Lenalee: Thanks, Allen-kun. Besides, they’re very comfortable, too.

Lavi: Well, of course. Considering the unprecedented levels of motivation and sleep deprivation Komui and the Science guys were functioning on when working on them heels.

Reever: Haha! Well, we all knew Lenalee’s always dreamed of wearing normal shoes, after all. And now that she’s become a Crystal type, she finally gets to choose her shoes, so we ended up pushing ourselves way too hard, I guess. Since we’re all just a bunch of geezers, we went and surveyed the women in the Order and stuff. We also asked Kanda loads of things.

Kanda: Hmph……

Allen: Kanda, you say? What did you ask him?

Reever: Well, Kanda went on missions with Lenalee often. And every now and then he’d see Lenalee practically glued to the display windows of local shoe stores. So, we had him tell us what kind of shoes she was looking at. Thanks, Kanda.

Kanda: Shut up.

Q7: Back when Kanda first experienced a hangover headache, he mused, “so this is normal, huh”. So has Kanda had other similar experiences when he noticed changes to his body?

Kanda: Come to think of it……

Lavi: What is it? What is it?

Kanda: My hair’s gotten stiff lately.

Allen and Lavi: Huh???

Reever: Only that?

Kanda: Only that. If it gets uncomfortable, I could just cut the whole thing anyway, so it’s no big deal.

Lenalee: Don’t do that, Kanda! You can use my shampoo next time!

(T/N: Kanda washes his hair with soap.)

Kanda: I don’t need your damn shampoo. I’d better cu—

Lenalee: NEVER!!

Q8: I would like to know if Lavi can hold his liquor. As a Bookman, is he practicing abstinence or the like?

Lavi: Hmm...We’re not actually abstinent. More like physically, both Gramps and I don’t take well to alcohol. Looks like it’s the same with earlier Bookmen, too.

Allen: Really? Is that so?

Lenalee: Right…Even when we threw parties and stuff at the Order, Bookman only drank the non-alcohol variety, too. I’ve seen Jeryy ordering them specifically for Bookman.

Reever: Now that you’ve mentioned it, we have another question pertaining to the Bookman Clan: Are Bookmen allowed to have lovers? For the sake of the word count, why don’t you answer this as well while you’re at it?

Lavi: Um. Not exactly lovers…I mean, like, you can have kids. Even Gramps’ got children of his own.

Allen and Lenalee: What’s the difference?

Lavi: Eh? (sweating)

Allen and Lenalee: WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE? (Pure, innocent eyes)

Kanda: ……

Lavi: Well…you know…Like, you gotta have children for the sake of the clan…but when it comes to lovers, you get attached to them, right? So, you must avoid that at all costs. Sorry, can we move on to the next question already? (sweating)

Q9: Emilia was accepted into the Order pretty easily. That must have had something to do with Timothy, right? For Exorcists and Finders, once you join the Order, there seemingly is no going back. Is that not the case for normal Order members?

Reever: Rank-and-file or not, all Order members are subjected to strict regulations. Since Timothy’s still very young, Emilia was easily accepted into the Order for the sake of his mental health, but Emilia has resolved to live in the Order until the end of the war for Timothy’s sake. Of course, all her contact with the outside world is now monitored, and her freedom is limited. And she’s still but a lass. A near impossible feat, if you ask me.

Lenalee: Emilia kept saying it’s nothing but, early on, she was very anxious from the looks of it. Head Chef Jeryy worries about her, and he’s inviting her to his tea party every week.

Allen: Indeed. It’s thanks in large part to Miss Emilia’s efforts that Timothy is doing well.

Q10: The Order's golems’ design varies from person to person. Does this mean they can be custom-made according to each person’s preferences?

Reever: Yeah, to some extent. If anything, we want you to grow fond of them and use them, after all!

Lenalee: And that sentiment keeps piling more on your workload, and you all end up pulling all-nighters, right? (sweating)

Allen: There’s this one thing that’s been bugging me for so long. You know how Kanda’s golem keeps randomly bursting into tears? And what’s up with the mischief-making?

Lavi: I knoooow, right? You specifically ordered that, Yu?

Kanda: I didn’t do nothing, dammit. Didi and this idiot Reever and them lot friggin' went ahead and forced it onto me.

Reever: Aaah, naah. Really, hehe (sweating). Yes, Kanda here did ask for the default model with no customization, but then Didi was like, “I’ll give him the most gosh-darned sentimental golem ever, jeeerst you wait.” Then he basically went to town on it like a man possessed and customized it as he pleased. Added the tear function and all that.

Lenalee: Well, you were such an emotionless boy, Kanda, so Didi was worried for you.

Kanda: It’s none of his damn business.

>> Part 3

#d gray man #dgrayman #dgray #dgm #dgm vol 28 #komuislounge #komui's lounge

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grimalkinmessor · 5 months

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Can you give more details of your Immortal One For All Users AU universe? Like what is Yoichi's organization in public (vigilantes, pro heroes, etc)? Are they enemies with the HPSC? Does the whole world know about all OFA user's immortality since the reporters knew about En who's actually 72 years old?

YES I CAN :D ✨✨✨

Yoichi's organization (named Taikyū, meaning endurance) is basically like Blackrock, but far less evil. Over the years Yoichi has grown his influence and dipped his fingers into hundreds of pies and gained hundreds of allies in the process. They do support gear, hero merch, architectural restorations, charities, blood drives, build apartment complexes and groceries stores, pharmaceuticals, space exploration—any store you walk into in this AU likely has at least a third of their products baring the brand name Taikyū. And the other 52% of products likely bare the brand of one of All For One's many, many shell companies. Giving you the illusion of choice :)

And in a society of heroes, of course they have their hands in that too—wherever they can wrestle it away from the HPSC, that is.

As for if the public knows that the holders are immortal; no. Yoichi was the head of Taikyū when it first started up, but afterward he chose someone he trusted to be the face of the company in his stead. For a brief time Hikage was actually the face of the company! But Yoichi took it back recently because it's been long enough that there's no one alive who would remember him now. Plus he's allied with Nezu against the HPSC, so all pictures of his face back then have ✨mysteriously disappeared✨

En specifically started out saying he was younger than he was, and he then went Underground rather than spotlight. No one knows for sure how old he is, especially since he tends to hide most of his face. But he was a good hero, so people remember him :3 Once a holder's standard hero career should be "up", they retire back into helping manage Taikyū—and, subsequently, vigilantism :D The public forgets their faces after a while and then they can be seen in public again. Again, Nezu's tech skills definitely come in handy there.

#asks #anonymous #immortal one for all holders au #bnha #boku no hero academia #shigaraki yoichi #first one for all holder #hikage shinomori #en #principal nezu

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hellotherekenobi · 2 years

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───WISHES TO BE THOUGHT.

Summary: whilst hiding out in Reefer Rick’s boathouse, you visit Eddie to ease his worries, and he soon realizes things might not be so bad as long as you’re by his side.

T/CW: spoilers for Season 4 Volume 1!! It’s literally littered with them. Eddie’s POV. Mentions of death (semi-detailed), and dead animals.

A/N: hi, hey, hello. I cannot apologize for the fact that all my other WIPs are currently neglected just so that I can write for the loml. Brain rot took over, y’all.

Word Count: 4,869

1986 at Hawkins High. It was supposed to be his year, his turn at hauling ass from the restrictions of high school and making his way out in the world, preferably with his band to hit it big time. He felt it in his bones, he knew this year would be different, but how far off the mark Eddie Munson was about just what this year would hold in store for him.

First, there was Chrissy—the happy, beautiful cheerleader who somehow remembered his name enough to schedule a deal out in the woods—who had the life ripped from her, crushed limb by limb, back flat against his trailer’s ceiling. Then there was the Hawkins’ basketball team and terrorizing leader, Jason, who was out for blood, thinking Eddie was the reason Chrissy was dead. Not to mention now, as a cherry on top, that the bright kid in his D&D club somehow knew exactly what was going on and that this was far from anything heard about in news reports, in fact, more so found within the pages of a fantasy book or storyboard related to one of his campaigns.

So, great. Not only does Eddie have to fear certain death from a bunch of air-head jocks, but he also has the impending worldwide doom threatening to target at any minute by a devilish being whom the group refers to as Vecna—and he would be lying if he said the very mention of it didn’t bring a cold, painful shiver down his spine. Hiding out in Reefer Rick’s boathouse was his only refuge at this point, with the comfort of knowing that Dustin and the rest of the group—and amongst them, Steve Harrington of all people—were trying their damnest to clear Eddie’s name and save his ass and the whole of Hawkins from what he could only call the devil.

Amidst the comfort of their aid was also yours, which he sometimes can’t believe is actually real. You and Eddie have been friends for a long time, much longer than anyone he’s known at school—excluding his bandmates, of course. The two of you had classes together until you graduated and Eddie was left behind army-crawling to pass with enough flying colors to get him out of the educated hell hole. A first surprise was that you kept in contact with him, then you rocked up to a few of his shows. As far back as he can remember, he’s seemed to always have your support.

So, really, your support now shouldn’t come as a surprise to him, but he’s been so on edge with everything that’s happened that he could only conclude in his head that you would believe the rumors and leave him for dead. Instead, you found him before the sun had even set on his first night held up in the boathouse, and you offered more than just a friendly shoulder to lean on—you offered food, supplies, reports, and beer, thank goodness.

Eddie was hoping for a miracle, and if he really thought about it then it would be no doubt that it came in the form of you still sticking by his side and believing him no matter what.

That doesn’t mean to say that he feels any less worried about everything, though. Sure you’ve been a big help, and when you stay longer than what he would think then it helps ease his mind a little from focusing too deeply on the bad of the situation, but his nerves were still sky high, and jittering at any and every sound that came from outside the boathouse might as well be second nature to him now.

Hearing the engine of a car was the first thing that startled him, then the sound of footsteps over dry leaves. He was curled up in the old boat situated in the middle of the shed, blanketed by the tarp like a kid hiding underneath bedsheets, so he hadn’t enough time to tumble out quietly enough to race to the window and check to see who it was, until, of course, the shed down swung open harshly, hitting straight into the side to make a loud bang noise, and Eddie jumped with as much might as a startled rabbit would by the abrupt entrance.

Then, light seeps through in the form of your voice. “Geez, Eddie! Put that bottle down, why don’t you?”

With an exasperated sigh, Eddie lowers the hand holding a smashed beer bottle in the form of his only weapon of defense. Hearing your voice and seeing your face was like coming home for Christmas, but did you really have to scare him like that? He would have appreciated a more subtle entrance, seeing as even the sound of a fly around here makes him freak out.

“Why the hell would you barge in like that?” Eddie groans, dragging a hand down his face and digging his fingers into his cheek. “A warning next time!”

“Sorry,” you recoil, shrugging your shoulders up only slightly before pushing the door shut. “It’s windy as anything out there, the door flung open by itself.”

“Right,” he says through clenched teeth, the tension in his body nowhere near gone.

He’s honestly getting used to the weather out here. That, or, he’s just becoming numb to it all because of how caught up in his own mind he seems to be at all times. It’s a dangerous place to be, especially since it likes to torment him with grotesque memories of how Chrissy’s body looked when he couldn’t get through to her, and how even though there seemed to be nothing he could do, he should’ve tried harder. Now the town really does think him a freak, and not in the fun, mockery way he was content with being labeled as. No, now he’s the freak who killed a high school student in his own trailer.

He grumbles to himself, hating how twisted his mind gets and how easy it is to slip back into panic mode, but he shakes his head a little bit, the long strands of his hair whipping from left to right, trying to shake the thoughts out of his ears. Right now he should focus on the fact that you’ve come to see him, even though it felt a little obligatory as the group was apparently busy chasing leads, so really you were the only remaining option. That’s why you still come here, right? Eddie can’t think there could be any other reason other than the fact that you’re a good friend and a good human, too.

A brown paper bag is hooked under your left arm, filled to the brim with more stuff to keep Eddie going while he’s nested up in this place. “It’s freezing out.”

Only now does Eddie notice the way you’re shivering, only slightly but still something he should have picked up on sooner—though he was scared out of his wits so he couldn’t exactly blame himself, nor does he think you would.

“It’s colder by the lake,” he says, stepping toward you and taking the bag from your arms and setting it down on the bench, which you smile gratefully at him. “I can’t exactly feel it right now, not with what’s going on.”

“I guess that’s a good thing,” you look him over, settling at his eyes when it seems you’ve assessed that he happens to be faring fine physically. “Do you want me to bring a blanket next time?”

“That’s okay,” he shakes his head, smiling tiredly as he gestures over to the boat in a frustrated, sluggish manner. “I’ve got a tarp.”

Woo-hoo, right? That’s pretty much the type of excitement he could manage. Sure, his trailer isn’t that fantastic either—it wasn’t exactly a home, just a place he and his uncle could sleep and keep sheltered—but he hasn’t exactly stepped up the ladder much with this place, even though it’s the only place he can think of that will keep him hidden. For how much longer, he doesn’t want to think about. That, at least, is something he fights his mind on dwelling over.

“Right,” you smile at him, more so to offer some friendliness to how pathetic that comment about the tarp really was. “Well, I’ve got food, water, and some books to keep you sane.”

Eddie crosses his arms, leaning back on the side of the boat as your hands dig through the contents of the paper bag beside him. “I don’t think I’m in the mood for reading.”

Give him pizza and D&D any day, just don’t give him a paperback. He’s a little over reading books with how he’s had to retake his senior year twice already now. He should know, though, that you aren’t the kind of person who takes no for an answer.

“It’ll help take your mind off of everything,” you say whilst still rummaging through the bag. At last, you pull out a cassette player triumphantly. “But maybe music will help you feel better.”

He chuckles, taking said cassette player from your hand and flipping it over in his hold. It never ceases to amaze him how all it takes is a few words and a smile from you to make him feel like everything was going to be okay. Before Vecna, Eddie didn’t really believe in magic, though it became his entire personality, and even though it would be cool to cast a few of his own spells if possible. But now knowing the truth, he’s got to believe you’ve got some magic in you too. Hell, your name alone was practically a saving grace.

Nodding at the player in his hand, you continue. “I still had some of your old cassettes in my room, so I thought they’d do the trick.”

Eddie’s brows furrow a fraction, tilting his head at you. “You had my cassettes in your bedroom?”

You raise a hand at him—something to say, stop talking right now—when that look on his face turns teasing, leaning on the bench with one arm. “You gave them to me when we worked on Mr. Cane’s science project together. You said, and I quote, that ‘other music will rot your brain, but this will blow your mind.’”

An airy laugh breaks through his smile, tucking his hands even further under his arms with them crossed over his chest, the cassette player poking at his skin. “I totally forgot about that.”

“Aren’t you glad you have me around to remind you?”

Yes, he wants to say. Yes, I’m more than glad to have you around, and please, oh please, can you stay? As much as he wants to say it, he doesn’t want to feel like a burden. He already had to have some sense knocked into him when you started looking after him here, but he can’t help but feel that you could be spending your time doing other things than buying him supplies while he awaits the fire of an angry mob one of these days.

“The roads are pretty quiet,” you inform him. “There’s not a lot of activity on the school’s end. I think the police are keeping them at bay while they’re investigating.”

“Right,” he nods, thumb spinning one of the many signature rings on his fingers. “That won’t last for long.”

“Hey,” you nudge his arm, gaining his attention on you. Your voice comes through to him a little softer, more sturdy in a soothing way. “You’re going to be fine. Dustin and the others will sort this whole mess out and before you know it you’ll be jamming out with the band again while I sit all pretty and watch you play.”

He offers you a small grin, but it fades pretty quickly. First, he feels like a burden to have you fret over him. Now, he feels guilty that you would waste so much time on him even if things were to go back to normal. There are so many things he’d do differently if he could just rewind time and set things straight. For one, he reasons, he wouldn’t have run. As time ebbs away, he’s starting to fear that running is becoming his most prominent attribute.

It’s the sound of you folding shut the paper bag and shoving it across the bench that wakes Eddie up from his deep thought, watching as you look around the boathouse for something, which he soon realizes is a chair when you opt for sitting on a stack of toolboxes off to the side. It takes what feels like a span of minutes for him to register what you’re doing, and then those minutes turn into stretched-out silence that he couldn’t poke at even if he wanted to.

Scratching the back of his head, he watches you let out a breath and then look at him with eyes that say why the hell are you staring at me? “Uh, are you... staying?”

“Yeah,” you nod at him, your tone of voice emphasizing that it should be obvious. “You think I’m just gonna drop some supplies at your feet and book it back to riot town? No way.”

“Oh,” comes his reply, something edging on boyish. Thank you speaks the voice inside him, the one that prods him to say what he feels instead of bottling it up like he so often does. At least, he does when it comes to pretty people... when it comes to you.

Suddenly the nerves of being found, of getting his ass beat and buried, are replaced with nerves of you sticking around, for staying for whoever knows how long and what the hell he is going to do in the time that you stay here with him. He’s not exactly got a list of things up his sleeve to entertain you with, nor is he sure he’s the best host when said place of residency happens to be a drug dealer’s boathouse because everything on the outside of it was threatening to rip him to shreds. Magic or not, you seem to have taken him up on his wish for you to stay. Now he’s wondering if that was the wisest thing to wish for if he only had three chances.

With a tap, tap, tap to the cassette player still in his hand, thumping with his thumb, he crosses the limited distance from the boat to where you sit on the other side, crouching down beside you and raising a hand at you when you offer the toolboxes you’re currently sat on. Honestly, he’d much rather hover like this than sit on those metal boxes which look oh so comfortable. Not.

Another sigh slips past your lips, this time because even if Eddie was the guy on the run you still would offer up a seat to him. It’s just the kind of person you are. That, together with a long list of other reasons, is why Eddie likes you so much. You gave him more than just a chance when you became friends all those years ago, you saw beyond the stereotypes he was labeled with. You saw him for himself, for all the things underneath the titles and the flamboyance. You’re one of the extremely few who see him like that—his uncle being one of them—and, in all honesty, one of the few that he lets see him like this. Not Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson, just Eddie. Somehow, he really likes being just that around you.

It’s a miracle you don’t catch him staring, but he scares himself a little bit into thinking that when you speak. “It’s quieter without you around, you know.”

He huffs, looking around the boathouse. This place was quiet. He’s sure all of Hawkins is shouting his name in anarchy. “I bet everyone is loving that.”

“I’m not,” you say, eyes meeting his when he turns to look at you, a response simmering in disbelief. “I really hate the quiet.”

“Then you’d love it here,” he jokes, waiting for the smile to grace your lips and lift his spirits.

Instead, it’s short. “They’re all saying such terrible things, and it’s killing me because I know I could shut them up if I just said something but... I know I can’t.”

The strain in your voice is evident, even though your eyes look like they’re glossing over how badly you feel. It hurts him to see you like this, and stings a bit, too, knowing that you feel this way because of him. It shouldn’t be like this. You should be having the year of your life, just like he thought he would have, instead of sitting with him in an old, worn-down boathouse. You deserve better than this, better than him, and far better than being tied to the name of what the town believes to be a killer. What kind of comments must be thrown your way because of your association with him.

Eddie places a hand on your knee, squeezing assuredly. “I don’t need you on the defense. Just keep bringing me Honeycombs and beer and that’s as much fighting as I need you to do.”

Finally, you chuckle. It’s warm, brightening your expression—making you shine, though he sees you like that even when you’re not smiling, but he’s too hesitant to ever say that.

“I see where your heart lies,” you snicker at him, leaning to the side to push onto his shoulder playfully.

No, you really don’t. If you saw where his heart lies, you’d be staring straight into a mirror.

He keeps up the role of jester, just to see you smile. “Hey, I’ll take anything over the expired Spaghetti-O’s in the pantry.”

“Oh, ew,” you grimace, earning a chuckle on his end.

“That’s a smell I’m not going to forget.”

“Even worse than the time there was a dead rat in the ceiling during one of your campaigns?”

He laughs, patting your knee like he’s emphasizing each word that comes out of his mouth. “Even worse than that. Absolutely disgusting.”

You laugh in return, shaking your head. “I’ve missed you. I even miss Hellfire,” when he perks up a centimeter, you show him a youthful smile. “Occasionally.”

“Oh, of course,” he waves you off as if he actually believes a word of it. “I know how much you love those sessions.”

“And how much is that?”

He feigns consideration, pressing a finger against his bottom lip. “About as much as you love Spaghetti-O’s.”

You knock your knee against his and he bubbles over with delight, bitting down on the nail of his finger as he lets your laughter swallow up the dullness of the room. Really, when he thinks about it, this place isn’t too bad when he’s got someone here to make him forget about his problems. Hell, he knows it’s true; this place is the best damn place on earth when you’re by his side.

The wind bellows against the boathouse, making it creak, and it’s as if he’s left the window pried open because you shiver even just by the sound of it. “You still cold?”

“A little bit,” you nod, running your hands up and down your arms.

“Here, this’ll help,” he peels off his jacket and vest combo, shaking them out like they have dust all over them. When you protest, he simply shushes you and all about throws the clothing over your shoulders, tugging the ends of it forward so that it wraps around you completely. “What kind of gracious host would I be if I didn’t offer you my jacket?”

He’s kneeling in front of you now, still moving the material like he could close it up anymore. He feels your breath fan his face before you say anything. “Isn’t that what a gentleman does?”

“I’m a gentleman,”

“Sure you are.”

Eddie opens his mouth, pressing a hand onto his chest with mockery offense. “I can’t believe you think so little of me.”

He laughs it off before you even reply to his comment, already feeling that bubble of friendship surrounding the two of you like a little world tucked away in a snow globe. At least, if anything and after everything, he’s certain he’ll always have you in his life, even if it was just like this. Maybe, when all odds are put against each other, having this with you is enough.

But then you speak, and Eddie convinces himself that he sees that bubble all but pop. “I think the world of you,”

Your eyes meet and, if Eddie is being honest with himself, he’s not exactly prepared for how strong your gaze on him is. It’s not sharp, not at all a stare, but rather the kind of look someone gives a person who remembers something about them, like their birthday or that one random fact they mentioned when they thought no one was really paying any attention. It’s a look that says to Eddie, loud and clear, that he’s your snow globe—the kind of person in your life that you couldn’t imagine it without.

“Yeah?” he whispers, more so because if you said that just to be kind then he wants to be certain, otherwise the fluttering in his chest might all but explode if he lets himself tip into hope.

“Yeah,” you nod, moving your hands up to cover his two still holding onto his jacket. “Your hands are warm.”

“I’m afraid I can only offer you the tarp,” he tilts his head, mind and heart racing. Slow down, damn you.

You shake your head at him like he really had the option up for an offer, then lean forward to kneel down in front of him, completely off of the toolboxes. You’re close, so close to him, and he’s losing all sense of reality because there’s no way in hell that you’d be this close to him unless he’s imagining it. His heart skips a beat in his chest when you don’t stop there but continue to lean forward, and he’s sucking in an inaudible breath before your head slips beside his, your arms wrapping around him.

“You’re warmer than the tarp,” your voice pulses against his skin, writing itself there too when you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

He’s too shocked to process what exactly is going on, his mind still spinning at thinking, for one second, that you were going to close the gap between you both rather than go in for the hug. Though he’s hugged you countless times, and almost each one being the very thing he held onto since it was the closest he’s ever thought he’d get to you, this one is different. It’s not a hug to say hello, or goodbye, or even to support him after a performance with his band, but this hug is comfier like you’re slotting yourself against him as if you were fitting yourself into a home. He’d give you the damn lock and key if that were even remotely possible.

“Hey,” he speaks, masking the shake of his voice by playing it off as a chuckle. “Don’t take me for all I’m worth.”

He feels the curl of your lips against his skin and even that alone has his eyes fluttering shut briefly, almost sending him falling forward. But he holds his position, finally wrapping his arms around you, more so for the support. The very action has you humming contently, taking in a deep breath before you pull back slightly but leave your arms where they are. If he thought you were close before, you all but prove him wrong. Just an inch closer and your noses would be touching. He imagines yours would be cold.

“I can’t leave without a hug first,” you say, and he thinks oh. “I’ve missed those as well.”

“Me too,” he whispers, half because he does and half because he doesn’t want you catching the disappointment on his face. “You better head out before it gets dark.”

“Yeah, that would be a good idea.”

It’s true, so he nods. But you still kneel there and still keep your arms around him, not even so much as shifting to make a move to stand up. It’s silent with the absence of your pleasant goodbye, even though he’s waiting on you to say it. He’s waiting on you to do a lot of things—speak, for one, and move away like he would have thought you would be doing by now. Maybe he’s the one who’s supposed to do something, but he hasn’t a clue what that something is. Did you want him to say something else? Are you waiting for him to take his jacket back? He hasn’t actually forgotten that it is your birthday, right?

It’s drawing out too long now and Eddie has no idea what to do, so he accepts the embarrassment of asking and simply goes for it. “Was there anything you wanted—?”

Before he even finishes his sentence, your lips are on his, completely silencing him, even though the remaining words muffle against both your mouths, and the peak of his voice gets buried there, too. Entirely taken by surprise, Eddie can’t do anything but hold his breath with eyes blown wide, totally frozen on the spot. Before the life can find its way down his arms and to his fingers, you’re pulling away from him, and he’s ready to hear you say that it was a mistake and that you weren’t thinking straight, since he’s hardly thinking in the same manner right now, not with that kind of shock.

You wait there, watching him. Eyebrows upturned in expectancy, holding out for his response. His mind is blank, his thoughts and heart flatlined. He doesn’t move, doesn’t move, and he needs to hurry up and do something otherwise this moment is going to go from amazing to uncomfortable within the next breath. On his own, he’s not sure if he would have reacted, but the feeling of your fingertips against his back, starting to slip away from him, is the very shock he needs to charge straight through his bones and kickstart his heart back to life.

And he caves in, and he kisses you. Both hands on either side of your face, guiding your lips back against his and pressing them fully this time, completely head first into the dizziness just that one kiss had him feeling. This time it’s not one pair of lips but two moving against each other, over and over again, agile and gallant and quickly growing impatient since he’s waited for this moment for what feels like his entire life, and you assure him that you’ve wanted this too with how your fingers curl into his Hellfire Club shirt, pulling him into you like the space between you both is disgraceful.

He parts his lips and you share his breath, and when he tilts his head to kiss you deeper this time, the hum in your throat practically vibrates through him, and he replies likewise with a slight smile on his lips by the way you shiver in reaction, knowing that it wasn’t the cold that did that to you. It was all him, all for you. Dangerously his lips weigh against yours, breathless and sweltering and indecent. He knows he’s too far gone to disguise this moment as anything less but passion and longing, but the way you kiss him back—eager and mercurial—soothes that spike of worry to conclusion.

You’re sucking in a breath by the time he lets you breathe, his nose and forehead against yours, his eyes still shut. He fears that the moment he opens his eyes you’ll be gone and he’ll be left with the slap of the truth that he was just simply lost in his thoughts again. Your breathless chuckle settles that assumption, though, and he slowly looks at you through half-lidded eyes to meet your smile, smitten and bright as he always sees it as. It takes one look and he’s chuckling too, awestruck in the moment.

“I’m not dreaming, right?” he asks genuinely, feeling ridiculous. “That just happened?”

When you nod, your noses brush against each other. “Yeah, that just happened.”

He lets out a breath, not being able to hold back just how wide his smile grows. “Good, because there’s no way I could go back to being friends after that.”

You laugh, wrapping your arms around him once more, tenderly this time. “I don’t want to be anything less.”

That very spoken promise has Eddie lit up, head over heels in bliss. It seems too good to be true, but he knows you mean every word of it, and sitting in wait in this boathouse really isn’t that dull anymore. Come danger, come creature, come magic; Eddie will face it all since you just gave his heart the courage he never knew he could have. He has you and that is far better than anything else on his mental wish list. He’d give them all to you, and he’ll give you all of him too.

1986. Maybe, with you in his arms and your kiss still lingering on his lips, this really will be his year.

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pleasantlycrazyworld · 2 years

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Could I pretty please get a very angsty with Eddie Munson? Like where she dies somehow. Maybe Jason does it to get revenge on Eddie for what happened. Or anything, I just really need serious angst in my life right now. Thank you so much if you are comfortable with writing it of course.

Can I just say this broke my heart while I was writing this

I hope you enjoy it! And if you did please consider liking, reblogging, commenting and request whatever you want me to try and write and I most likely will!

Eddie Munson x female reader

Nothing but Angst! There is nothing fluffy about this :(

Summary: After Chrissy’s death and (before the whole upside-down) Jason is angry. So angry he decides to make Eddie pay himself.

Chrissy Cunningham found dead in the local trailer park

The news reporter makes Y/N freeze. What?? Whipping her head around she focuses on the screen. She knew that Eddie was selling to Chrissy last night but what happened, come to think of it Y/N hasn’t heard from her boyfriend all day. Panic strikes her core. Something isn’t right. She knows Eddie isn’t capable of murder. He doesn’t even kill bugs, he catches them and sets them outside. There is something wrong.

Y/N rushes to the trailer park and is confronted by cop cars. “Miss, you can’t be here.” A booming voice is what snaps her to existence. Quickly searching the area she sees that the van is missing. Squeaking out a quiet apology, Y/N heads back to her own car and drives off. She has to find him.

Y/n is heading to Ricks. She has been there a hand full of times with Eddie and she is really hoping this is where Eddie is. If it isn’t then she has no idea where he can be. Pulling up she doesn’t see the van but something tells her to go check inside. Stepping out of the car she starts to walk to the building. Crushing leaves and sticks under her weighted footsteps her breathing deepens. This feels like a scene in a horror movie.

She walks in and is instantly pushed up against a wall with a bottle to her neck. Her eyes widen and panic sets in What the fuck is the only thought in her head. Finally, she focuses on the person threatening her and she recognizes those brown eyes. “Baby?” Hearing his girl's voice startles Eddie and he drops the bottle. “Jesus H Christ baby?! Oh, gods, I’m so sorry. Today has been so stressful and I just…” Eddie starts to cry and Y/N’s heart breaks. Her boy is clearly distraught and this town is claiming he killed a girl. “Oh baby” Y/N coos before pulling him to her chest. He cries into her, soaking her shirt while he keeps rambling on about how he didn’t do anything. “It was just a weed deal but she wanted something stronger so I had to take her back to the trailer and then this freaky shit happened and babe I don’t even know what I witnessed,” Y/N assures him that she knows he didn’t do anything. There is no way she could ever believe that and they come up with a plan.

The plan they set is to run away. Eddie and Y/N had been living together for a few years now and they both were already saving money up to move out after Eddie graduated but they need to move now. Y/N tells Eddie that she’s going to leave and come back with a few bags packed and they’ll leave in her car. Just to a few states over and they’ll call Wayne as soon as they can. Eddie was reluctant on letting Y/N leave without him but she promised that she was going to be quick and careful so he let her leave. He regrets letting her leave.

Y/N rushes to her house, Eddie left some things in her old room at her parents and so did she. She was going to pack up those clothes and raid the cabinets to get some food and go back to pick him up. Y/N knows that Eddie is innocent, but she also knows that this town will never accept that fact. Even after they get his name clear they would never believe him so it may be shady that they run now but it’s the only way for him to be safe.

Y/N loads up the car and decided to stop at the store to buy a pack of water. She wasn’t sure where they would drive to but she was sure it would be a long car ride. Heading into the store she grabbed a cart and headed straight to the water. The only problem is Jason was in the aisle as well and just from the smirk that raises on his face she can tell he’s been wanting to see her. Y/N has been harassed by Jason for years, he has never truly scared her before. But now, well now the look on his face sends fear to her bones.

“I’ve been hoping to see you today sweet thing,” Jason says with a creepy smile etched on his face. “Where have you been? You know I stopped at your parent's house, just been wanting to have a chat but no one was home, then I went to your work and they said it was your day off. Now this town is small, with nowhere for you to hide forever. But more importantly nowhere for that freak of yours to hide. If you just tell me where he is, I’ll be able to leave you be.” Y/N steps back as Jason steps closer. Her back hits a shelf, she’s trapped “Don’t make this hard. You’re a smart girl, you know he did this he’s a freak, he needed some sacrifice and took MY CHRISSY!” Jason grips her arms in his hands. His grip is so tight that his finger imprints are on her skin nearly instantly. Y/N is looking around her, she needs to find an out. Y/N pulls her foot as far as it can go and kicks Jason. Letting go of her arms, Y/N makes a quick escape and rushes to her car.

Right as Y/N gets into her car Jason comes rushing to her car too. Locking the doors and putting the car into drive she goes to drive off but not before Jason busts open her window. Glass flies into the car making her flinch and she can hear Jason cussing her out as she drives off. Trying to get back to Eddie as soon as she can she then realizes Jason is following her. I can’t drive him to Eddie he’ll kill him Y/N decides to try and get him off her trail but as he said earlier. Hawkins isn’t that big. Y/N cuts into some woods and drives through a path that leads her to a side road. Jason is still following but much less than before. She takes the side road for a while before cutting left. She stays pretty well hidden and watches Jason drive right past her. Relief flows through her veins and she decides it's safe to head to Eddie now.

Halfway to Rick's and her tire pops. She gets out of her car to see what happened and she sees a nail. There is a row of nails on the road. What?

As she goes into the trunk to just get the bags and walk the rest of the way someone grabs her. She screams out and fights against their grip on her, she hears Jason laugh. “I tried to tell you not to make this hard for either of us. You just had to be difficult.” “Jason Eddie didn’t do this, there is no way Eddie did this” Jason’s jaw clenches. “ Of course, the freak did this! He took her! He took her and sacrificed her to the devil. He killed my love and now I’m going to do the same.” Y/N’s eyes widen. She looks frantic and sees that Jason is holding a knife. “Jason, please. Please. I know this is hard. I know how much you loved her but killing me won’t get her back. You don’t have to do this Jason.” Y/N is pleading for her life. How can so much change in less than 24 hours?

Jason laughs at her pleads. Shaking his head he refuses to listen to her words. “This might not give me her back, but this will make him suffer the same type of pain that I feel right now” Jason walks closer to her and Y/N lets out another scream. This time she is screaming for help, screaming for Eddie, praying to god that she isn’t too far from him and that he can hear her screams.

Eddie hears some sort of muffled screams. Confused he looks towards one of the windows and sees shadows of people but he can’t make them out. Just as he walks closer to the window he sees one of the shadows raise its hand and lowers it to the other shadow's chest. Even more confused he decides to go outside and see what is going on. Just as Eddie walks outside he hears a scream of his name. Terror fills his body. He knows that voice. He rushes to the noise but he sees others with you. He is behind a tree when it happens. Jason raises the knife back up and stabs Y/N again.

Y/N’s screams slow and her head rolls back. With one more stab to the chest, Y/N falls limb in the arms that are holding her up. Jason's breathing is erratic. He leaves the knife in her chest before walking off with his friend. Once they are out of sight Eddie runs to Y/N’s body. With tears in his eyes, he is begging for her to wake up. “Baby. BABY PLEASE. Please wake up I need you. I can’t lose you, baby, please. Please we are leaving today, you promised. You promised me. You said you were going to be safe and we were going to leave… please” He grabs her and holds her close to his body. His heart is shattered. How can so much change in just 24 hours?

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i-have-not-slept · 2 years

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Malectober Day 25: Button

“Fuck.” Alec muttered, staring down at the plastic button in his hand. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Of all the times a button could come off his jacket, it had to be today. Today, when he had a meeting with the board of directors to present his new shares report. And of course today was the day he’d worn a jacket with only one button. The dress code at his workplace was ridiculously strict, and Alec knew that going in there like this would not be acceptable.

Desperately, he scanned the busy city street, looking for any place that might help him. He had half an hour before the meeting… but if by some miracle…

There. A small, fairly discreet shop with an overhead sign saying BANE’S TAILORING. Alec felt a small stab of hope. Maybe they’d be able to help him. He darted across the street, stopping outside the store. Smaller letters over the door proclaimed it to be a GENTLEMEN’S TAILOR AND ALTERATIONS SERVICE. Perfect. Alec ducked inside, jingling the bell over the door.

The inside of the shop was cool and smelled faintly of jasmine. Under Alec’s feet was a red carpet that had once been plush, but was now slightly threadbare. Antique wood paneling covered the walls. The whole space had the feel of somewhere lavish but slightly rundown.

Along the far wall stretched a large oak desk with a dark green marble surface, and now a man stepped out from a back room to stand behind it. He was tall, as tall as Alec, and handsome, with sharp cheekbones and a warm smile. His eyes were an unusual shade of golden brown, like sunlight through dark honey. He wore an expensive-looking purple suit, complete with a lemon yellow pocket square. He smiled brightly at Alec.

“Hello.” His voice low and rich, with an accent Alec column’t quite place. “How can I help you today?”

“Uh.” Alec said. Caught up in studying the man, he’d briefly forgotten why he’d entered the shop. He remembered the button, and came forward to the desk. “Hi. I uh— I just lost a button off my jacket, and I have this really important meeting at work, and uh— I know I don’t have an appointment or anything, but um, I just wondered if you’d— if you’d be able to sew it back on. Or something. I’ll pay whatever you think is fair.” he added in a rush.

The store owner raised an eyebrow, seeming amused by Alec’s word vomit. “Of course. It would be my pleasure. Bring it here.”

Alec laid the button on the counter in front of him. The man smiled at him. “I’ll need your jacket as well, darling.”

Alec felt himself blush. “Oh. Uh. Yeah. Of course.” Feeling like an idiot, he shrugged off his jacket and laid it down beside the button.

The store owner ran his long brown fingers over the loose threads in the jacket where the button had been. “No problem at all, just a simple repair job.” He glanced up at Alec, with that intriguing smile again. “What’s your name, anyway? I’m Magnus.”

“Alec.” Alec told him. He found himself smiling back.

“Well, Alec, this should only take a few minutes,” Magnus told him, pulling a box of thread spools out from under the counter. “Feel free to look around while you wait.”

Alec did so, glancing around the room. It was full of fancy-looking suits displayed on mannequins, shelves of neatly folded shirts, and racks of ties. Absently, he wandered further into the shop, discovering that there was another room off the main one. Alec stepped inside, and his eyes widened. The room was a riot of colour and sparkles. Sequined evening dresses in a dozen different colours hung from the far wall. Fluffy tulle underskirts hung from the ceiling like brightly coloured clouds, in shades of pink, blue, yellow, peach, lavender. There was a large shelf of shoes, platform heels and pumps and stilettos. Everything shone or glittered or gleamed so that Alec was nearly overwhelmed.

He stepped back into the main room. Magnus was carefully working a needle through the material of Alec’s jacket. He glanced up again and smiled at Alec. “See anything you like?”

Alec gestured vaguely to the next room. “I thought… I mean, your sign says that you’re a gentleman's tailor.”

Magnus raised his eyebrows. “We are a men’s tailoring service, darling.”

Alec opened his mouth again, and then stopped. He looked into the other room again, seeing suddenly how the cut of the dresses was….different, how the high heels were rather larger than women’s sizes. His face felt suddenly hot. “Oh.”

“Yes.” Magnus confirmed, his eyes sparking mischievously. “I’m not much into drag myself— well, nothing more than the odd pair of fishnets and heels— but a lot of my friends are, and they have the devil of a time trying to find clothes that fit. So I expanded my business to accommodate their needs.”

Alec’s face was burning. He didn’t know what to say, and the words fishnets and heels were spinning around inside his brain. “That’s uh— that’s really— really nice of you.” He turned away and pretended to be examining a rack of shirts as a form of escape. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Magnus grin as he bent over his work again.

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Magnus was having an unexpectedly good time. When the handsome stranger had stumbled into his shop, helplessly clutching a button, Magnus had been briefly dazzled by how stunningly attractive he was. He knew it was inappropriate to be checking out his customers, but god, that dark hair, and those eyes. He waited as the man— Alec— pulled off his jacket and laid it on the counter. Magnus grabbed his sewing kit and sat on the tall stool he used for quick repair jobs. It was the work of a moment to find a reel of thread that matched the colour of the jacket, and he began stitching. Magnus watched Alec surreptitiously as he worked. The grey suit and pale blue shirt looked good on him— Magnus suspected that the dark-haired stranger would look good in anything— but he couldn’t help thinking that a pop of colour in his clothes would make his skin and hair stand out beautifully.

With a twinge of regret, he reflected that Alec was probably straight, based on his reaction to the dresses and heels in Magnus’s other room. He spoke teasingly, almost testing the other man, and didn’t miss the way Alec’s eyes lingered on his face and hands. Nor did he miss the way Alec blushed hotly at Magnus’s comment about fishnets and heels.

Hmmm. Perhaps he’d been too hasty to dismiss Alec as straight.

Magnus finished stitching on the button and snipped off the excess thread. Alec was still studying the shelves, his attention turned away from him. Magnus considered for a second. He thought of the way Alec’s eyes had roamed over him, curious and surprised and maybe a tiny bit interested. Should he do it?

Magnus took a deep breath and went for it. Grabbing a piece of paper, he quickly wrote his number, before scrawling, Call me any time you need another button sewn on. —Magnus. He slipped the scrap of paper into the pocket of Alec’s jacket and straightened up.

“All done!” he announced. “Good as new.”

Alec turned to face him, relief obvious in his face. “Oh, thank you so much. You’re an absolute lifesaver. How much do I owe you?”

Magnus waved his hand breezily. “Nothing. It was my pleasure.”

Alec began to protest, but Magnus waved him away. “Really, darling, it was nothing.”

“Oh.” said Alec shyly. “Thanks. That’s— really kind of you.

Magnus grinned. If Ragnor, his old business professor, was here, he’d scold Magnus for giving away his services for free. But Ragnor wasn’t here, and Magnus’s store was doing well enough that he could afford to give five minutes of his time to a handsome stranger. “You’re very welcome, darling.” He noted that the word darling caused Alec’s cheeks to flush again, and felt a spark of delight in his chest.

Alec shrugged his jacket on, and Magnus admired the way his shoulders moved under the material. “Thanks again.”

Magnus beamed at him. “Hope to see you again sometime.”

Alec smiled, a small and embarrassed smile, but genuine. The shop bell jingled faintly behind him as he left.

Magnus leaned forward on his desk, toying absently with a reel of cotton. He wondered how long it would take Alec to find the bit of paper in his pocket. Something told Magnus he would call, and he smiled. Maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something wonderful.

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ahundredtimesover · 2 years

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A Still Day or A Hurricane (09) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: single mom lawyer!OC x pastry chef!Jungkook; angst, fluff, smut; age gap

Chapter Warnings: foul/explicit language; single parenthood, motherhood; mention of a sexual harassment case, inaccurate law stuff im sry; they’re becoming adults now guys; insecurities; infidelity; eventual smut (18+)

Chapter Word count: 12.5k

Status: Completed

Series summary: Driven by your perfectionist attitude and need to have everything in order, you planned that by age 30, you’d have made junior partner, bought your own apartment, and have children. You achieved them, of course, and while the last bit required you to take matters into your own hands - no thanks to your ex-boyfriend who dumped you but to your best friend who directed you to a fertility clinic - you’re now a 31-year old who pretty much has her life under control. You’re ready to raise your child on your own, that is, until the 20-something pastry chef flirts his way into your heart, messing up the perfect little life you worked so hard to have for yourself.

A/N: Thank you for your lovely messages this past day! I could only hope that this chapter brings comfort to you, reader, as much as you’ve given it to me. Please enjoy! 🌸🌸

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Park Jimin doesn’t intimidate you. Even with his sass and brilliant mind, and even knowing of his occasional judgey attitude, he doesn’t affect you. He doesn’t make you anxious, but right now, you can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye.

You promptly receive the case files you asked him to collate last week, and while you usually go through them first to see if he missed anything, today, you merely say your thanks, nervous eyes focused on the report you’re reviewing.

You feel his gaze on you, and if you were brave enough, you’d see that it’s marked with desperation, and not the frustration you were expecting.

“Feels like deja vu, huh?” He says, as he stands by your desk, hands in his pockets, hoping you’d look at him.

“___, I thought everything was okay. You and Jungkook seemed like you were finally heading somewhere. He said he saw you leaving the store upset and you haven’t replied nor picked up his calls.”

You try to keep your resolve, going over the words on the paper but not knowing what they mean.

It’s hard to talk about it. Last weekend when you had your mom, and then Byeol, over at your place, all you did was cry. You saw Yun-seo with his family, that’s all you divulged. Even holding Heejin was hard because of what he said, that you only had her to prove a point, because at your core is a selfish woman who always has to do everything on her own.

By Wednesday, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. Perhaps you just needed time to absorb what happened, let yourself feel things and see what you can resolve on your own. That’s how you always did things, even after the breakup all those years ago. But not this time. Yun-seo knew how to hurt you, and he did it without remorse, bringing your daughter - your whole world - into the picture, and that’s what cut you deep.

“Heejin is the sweetest, most joyful child because of how you love her, you know that, right?” Your mother reminded you then, her own heart breaking at the sight of her daughter doubting herself.

“And that love is everything but selfish. It’s sincere and kind and beautiful, honey. Because that’s what you are,” she added. “He only said those because he can’t say the same thing about himself. He’s a coward and he’s weak and people like that shouldn’t bring you down. Only you know what you went through so don’t let him take anything from you - not your strength, not your self-respect, and definitely not your love for your angel.”

That night, your mother and your best friend refuted every single thing that Yun-seo said. Of course, with the occasional “he’s a cheater and no one should ever trust the words of one” by Byeol.

You knew they were right; you had days to process everything and you just needed them on the days you feel unlovable and remind you what love that heals feels like.

“___, you know I don’t like meddling but—”

“Yun-seo was cheating on me,” you interject Jimin. “With his neighbor who’s now his wife. And they have two kids.”

You finally look Jimin in the eyes and see something you rarely do - anger.

It’s immediate as he processes the words. You were working closely together when you were with Yun-seo, and Jimin knew how much love and effort you put into your relationship, and to know what really happened all those years ago makes him feel betrayed for you.

Jimin’s face softens, the desire to drown you in his embrace and comfort you getting stronger.

“I’m so, so sorry, ___. You didn’t deserve that,” he says.

“I know. It’s been years but it’s like forcing open a wound that has long healed. And that still hurts.”

For you to have kept this for a week means you didn’t want to talk about it, and Jimin is sure it’s why you’d kept Jungkook in the dark again. As your friend and colleague, he knows there’s more to say, but the last thing he wants is you losing focus at work, so he sits back down and urges you to look at him.

“I know you tend to prefer dealing with these things on your own but, would you let me, Jin, and Yoongi be there for you tonight?” He asks. “Just a round of bashing and reminding you of how amazing you are over drinks. It might stop us from crashing that asshole’s place.”

You know you need your friends, not just to help you get over what happened last week, but more so to help you move forward. You still haven’t spoken to Jungkook and you miss him terribly, but you don’t know how to face him.

“Better to not have a case filed against you, guys,” you manage a chuckle. “Sure, my place for dinner. No working late hours tonight, okay?”

“Got it, boss,” Jimin smiles. “I’ll let them know.”

He heads out and shortly after, you’ve got all 3 men messaging your group chat about tonight.

“We got you, okay?” Jin says over the phone after a quick conversation about a client. “Don’t give up on men just yet. There are good ones next to you.”

Opening the door, you lead your friends inside your apartment at the end of the day. Jin insisted that you leave early so you could pick up Heejin at daycare, and you drove her to a candy shop to make up for how you’d been the whole week - a little distant, and not the mother you wanted to be for her.

You know she’s too young to understand things, but she looks to you all the time and models what she sees. She laughs when you’re happy, cries when you cry; she’s upset when you are, and now that you’re at least not perpetually sulking, she’s started to smile, too.

“Min!” Heejin squeals as she runs to Yoongi who’s bent down to give her a hug.

“Yah! Respect your elders,” he jokes. “Seriously, when is she going to call me uncle?” He turns to you.

“When she turns 5, probably, or when I start calling you one. Whichever comes first,” you tease, smiling at your daughter as she hugs the rest of your friends, yelling out Park and Jin.

“But she calls even my mom, mom, so I doubt she’d change. This bubba loves me too much,” you say, catching yourself wondering at the thought.

Heejin is a lot like you, and you could only hope she takes only the best parts of you, not the ones that people leave you for.

The three men instruct you to stay seated as they prepare the dinner and drinks they bought. Plates of grilled premium meat and a big bowl of stew lay on your table, with Jin’s expensive wine, Yoongi’s favorite whiskey, and the usual Soju as options for tonight. It’s midway through when Jimin finally asks how you are, and you try, as calmly as you can, to open up about what happened last week.

You see the anger in their eyes as you narrate the gist of what transpired, mentioning the words that Yun-seo used against you, which ultimately provided the reason as to why he was unfaithful.

“And with the things he said I just… I felt so terrible, like they weren’t me but they were me, like a version of myself he chose to see but even then, it was still me. And I couldn’t see Jungkook because I feel so humiliated and scared,” you add, quickly wiping away the lone tear that falls.

Avoiding him had been your immediate response. Wanting to be in Jungkook’s presence after a long, tiring day is one thing; being with him when you’d been split open to reveal the worst sides of you is another.

Yun-seo is a bitter man who doesn’t deserve anything from you, but he meant so much to you at one point, thought of him as the person you’d be with for a time, and you to him as well. For a past lover - no matter how he is - to say what he said to you, it makes you worried about any hint of truth in his words. And the last thing you want is for Jungkook to walk away from you because of them.

“Hey, whatever that asshole said, he’s wrong,” Jimin says. “And whatever it is you’re thinking about Jungkook that’s keeping you from seeing him, you’re wrong. He’s been so worried about you, ___. You should know that whatever it is, all he wants is to be with you.”

“I know. I just can’t shake things off,” you sigh, turning to Heejin in her high-chair who’s reaching her hand out for your glass of wine, pouting when you hand her her sippy cup instead. “And I can’t let him see me like this, not when I’m a mess and hurt and angry.”

“All the more you need him, then, don’t you think?” Jimin responds. “I’m pretty sure he’d wanna beat the crap out of Yun-seo but more than that, he’d want to be there for you. You know he would.”

“You know he still likes you, right? I mean, it’s glaringly obvious. He’d chat me up about you when I get coffee sometimes and he’s just heart eyes every time, asking if you’re kicking ass in court again or humiliating some maniac on the street,” Yoongi pipes in.

“And I’m a lot more than the things he likes about me,” you admit. “I mean, I pushed him away and now I’m doing it again. Some things I can’t outgrow, I guess. Why would he still want me?”

It’s rare for you to be like this, to think so lowly of yourself. You’re never one to state that you don’t deserve anything that’s good, and it’s how your friends know that you do like Jungkook, perhaps even more than you know. One’s desire for something can be seen in how scared they are to lose it, so much so that they’d rather not have any of it at all.

But they need you to admit what you feel. Right now, you’re blinded by fear of what you think Jungkook will think of you, that you’re not realizing what’s hidden underneath, that you’re scared because you want him to stay. You’re scared because you want him to see the best of you because someone had seen the worst and he left you for someone else.

“Maybe if you stop to think what he’s done for you all this time, you’d realize that he would still want you,” Yoongi says. “You said it, you pushed him away. Twice. And he’s the one who stuck around even when it hurt. And he’s the same man who still wants to be there for you even if you’re breaking his heart again.”

“Can you be honest with us this once,” Jin says. “What exactly do you feel for Jungkook? And why is it so hard for you to admit it? You two spend so much time together and flirt like you’re a couple but you can’t bring yourself to go anywhere else that isn’t where you are right now. ___, you’ve got to move at some point. Right here will get you nowhere.”

“Because right here is safe,” you finally admit. “Right here is easier. Neither of us is required to give more. We can let our actions mean whatever we want. I can be how I choose to be to him without feeling like I should show the parts of me that I don’t like. We can hold onto our feelings on our own and just show what we’re comfortable showing. No need to expect. No one gets disappointed. That… that’s easier.”

“Is it, really? Then why are you struggling right now?” Jin counters.

Last Wednesday with your mom and Byeol was about comforting you, reminding you of who you are at your core, and that you’re loved no matter what other people say. You knew that agreeing to tonight is about your trusted friends challenging you to open up, knowing that at the end of the day, your walls could crumble but they’d be there to help keep you safe without the shield that you hold onto so you won’t get hurt, so you won’t disappoint yourself.

“You know how I’m so scared of failure?” You turn to them. “I’m ambitious and everything but I’m strategic about it. I won’t get into something I know I’ll fail at. It’s my basic fear - letting people down. If I know I won’t do well in it, I won’t even give it the time of day.”

Your friends hum in agreement. It’s who you are at work, it’s who you are outside of it.

“It’s like that with relationships. Yun-seo and I were friends before we got together, and he fell in love with the version of me he’d seen,” you continue. “He thought that person was good enough to love and he did. But Jungkook, he crashed into my life with his heart in his hands, ready to give it to me and willing to take mine in his from the get-go and I just didn’t know what to do with it.”

You sigh, your heart suddenly pounding as things make sense to you as you speak.

“This image he has of me is someone who’s strong and a lot of good things and I guess that makes me attractive to him but I’m not all that. You guys have seen it firsthand,” you explain.

“Aside from when I was giving birth, Jungkook never saw me struggle because I didn’t want him to. Even when I was pregnant. And when I had Heejin, he wasn’t around to see how hard it was for me, panicking because she was barely speaking, crying because she kept crying. He only saw me when I had it together and not when I was falling apart.”

“You didn’t think he’d stick around, did you?” Jin asks. “When you turned him down the first time, and the second, you didn’t expect him to still be willing to be friends, to help you out when you needed him, to be what you needed him to be. That’s why you were only showing the good parts, because you didn’t think he’d stay.”

“Seeing him with Yae-won was what I needed to remind me that I did the right thing keeping him at bay,” you add. “He moved on and at least I didn’t show more of myself before he went on to be with someone else.”

“But then he moved back here without her, and he was back to sticking around, and now you’re pushing him away and he’s still there, just waiting,” Jin points out.

“You didn’t have to show him the parts of you that you don’t like; he experienced them, ___. He experienced you when you were stubborn, when you were too focused on your plans, and now when you’re scared and hurt. It’s just that he’s not next to you like we are, but he’s right there, and he still wants you. Doesn’t that say enough?”

You look at Jin and for all the times you two had exchanged not too kind words at each other, you’re thankful you get to hear this from him. Because he’s right.

Any guy who didn’t care enough would’ve walked away at the first rejection. Jungkook had not only respected your wishes, but he also stood by to let you know that when you needed him, he’d still be around. As your friend. As whatever you were ready for him to be.

“Tell me, ___,” Yoongi says this time. “If you tell Jungkook one more time that you don’t want him around and he really does stop, he really does cut all ties with you, and he really does move on with someone else, how would you feel?”

The tears are immediate at Yoongi’s words, and it’s all they need to know.

“We get that you’re scared, ___,” Yoongi sighs, passing you some tissues. “But you aren’t going to fail him by opening yourself up to him. That’s not how you fail someone, that’s how you let them learn to love you. That’s how you ask them to stay, because then you trust them enough to still want you even when you don’t feel like you’re the most likeable person in the world.”

Yoongi’s words hit hard, and your pouty face causes all men to laugh, even more when they see Heejin starting to cry, too. You take her in your arms and hug her tightly, letting her warmth fill you as she mumbles “Mama, no cry!”

“She’s sick of me crying this whole week,” you sniff. “I’ve never cried this much in my life.”

“Was it because of what Yun-seo did and said or because of what it meant to you in relation to Jungkook?” Jimin wonders out loud.

“I gave myself two days to sulk about what Yun-seo did and said and the next ones were just me… missing Jungkook,” you admit. “But being too scared to face him.”

“Are you still?” Jin asks, and you respond with a nod.

“But you’re right. I can’t keep staying right here. Because then he wouldn’t know that right next to him is what I want,” you say. “I just want to make sure that I have nothing else to hide, and that he’d want me anyway.”

“Okay, then what’s the plan?” Jimin asks, the smile forming on his face, quite infectious.

“Storm in the cafe tomorrow and ask him out.”

The men chuckle and you give them a puzzling look. The clarity is immediate and like how you always are, you think of a goal and the plan builds up on its own in your mind and you just have to do it.

“I’m serious,” you say. “I don’t want to fail him anymore. Heejin and I can’t have that.”

You enter Blue Side the next morning with a mission. Shaking from nervousness more than the cold, you let the warmth of the cafe temporarily comfort you before facing Jungkook.

You’re not surprised he’s not the one on the counter, but you know he’s here; Jimin did say that Jungkook has been taking full day shifts to get his mind off you, although he reckons it’s probably his friend hoping you’d give in and pass by for some dessert.

Dea looks at you cautiously with a hint of disappointment on her face. She’s Jungkook’s age but she’s always treated him like a little brother, and she’s told you enough stories about him sulking in the cafe and burning caramels and fillings during the time you ghosted him. You won’t be surprised if you’re not her favorite person right now.

“Hi, I, uh,” you peek at the display counter. “Can I get a whole cheesecake, please? The classic one.”

“Is there anything else?” She says with a leveled voice.

“Yes. Can I have your head pastry chef do some lettering on it?”

“We don’t do that,” she replies dryly.

“Can I, uh,” you stammer, trying to come up with something else, your eyes flitting to the kitchen door that you hope will open soon. If you need to stand here until he comes out, then you will.

Dea sighs loudly and says your name. “Are you trying to see him so you could tell him you don’t want him again or so you could apologize?”

“Definitely not the first one. I do want to apologize, and maybe something more,” you respond, your lips slowly turning up to mirror Dea’s.

“Fine. Hey, kid,” he nudges the new employee next to her. “Get Jeon out here. Say that Mrs. Choi wants him to customize a cake so he should bring his piping bag.”

“Why me?” He asks nervously. “We don’t do that piping thing.”

“We don’t, so if I ask him, he’ll tell me off but you’re new so he’ll be nice, and he’ll follow you. So go.”

The young man nods upon realizing she’s right, so he walks to the kitchen, leaving you with Dea who’s chuckling at you.

“Thanks for coming. I like having Jeon here everyday but not when he’s snappy and not laughing. He’s annoying when he’s not happy,” she chuckles, processing your order.

Now that’s one version of him you haven’t seen. You wonder how he is when he’s not his usual silly self. Maybe he’ll let you see it one day.

The door opens and your face perks up, quickly falling at his frowning face, as if he’s not all too happy to see you.

“I guess the kid over there heard the wrong name,” Jungkook glares at Dea who shrugs and tries to act innocent.

“What do you want written on the cake, Ms. Kim?” Jungkook asks too professionally, piping bag in his hand and ready to start.

“Jeon Jungkook, please have lunch with me,” you say.

He looks up at you warily. “What?”

“That’s what I want written down - Jeon Jungkook, please have lunch with me,” you clarify.

“Why?”

“To make up for avoiding you. Again. And to say how sorry I am and explain myself to you because you deserve that. And also because, uh, Heejin misses you,” you reason. “So, uh, would you like to have lunch with me?”

“Huh,” he cocks an eyebrow, his tongue poking his inner cheek. “Depends on where it will lead.”

“A date, hopefully. And then another one and maybe another one,” you say nervously.

“I thought that wasn’t part of your plan,” he says, his face slightly falling.

“It wasn’t. You weren’t. But you kinda crashed into my life and messed a lot of things up and I… uh, I liked it. A lot. And a week without you has been terrible and dull,” you admit.

“So Heejin’s not the only one missing me?”

“Definitely not. Her mother does, too.”

“Okay, so… lunch and then a date?” He turns hopeful. “Spending time with you doing whatever? Getting to know you better in the process?”

“Hopefully, yes. If it’s something you still want, but I understand if you don’t anymore,” your voice cracks a little. “And if you agree, then you have to know that I tend to be rigid and uptight sometimes,” you start to ramble, thankful for the slow morning today at the cafe.

“I like things done my way and sometimes I won’t budge, but I try. I get blunt and serious often and I’m not always the most fun person to be around. I obsess over the littlest things and spend too much time worrying. I also have the most beautiful little angel of a daughter who is the love of my life and will come first all the time and I’m still learning to be a mother and I’m probably not gonna be the best girlfriend at the start but—”

“Girlfriend?” He asks, his doe-eyes blinding you with how wide they’d gotten.

“Well, that’s why I’m hoping for a date. For you to make up your mind if you want me to be one and—”

You’re cut off by the cheesecake being pushed in front of you with a messily-lettered YES on top and you can’t help the smile that immediately forms on your face. You turn to face him and he has a shy one in his, too, and you missed it terribly.

“You really mean that?” You bite your lip.

“___, I didn’t wait for you everyday the past week just to turn away from you,” he admits. “I’m not that hard to get rid of. And you’re not an easy person to give up on.”

“Okay, good,” you mumble, feeling your cheeks burn but also wanting to cry at the same time. “Uhm, here’s the cake that I bought for you,” you say, pushing the cake towards him.

“Hey, hey. Enjoy this with me,” he offers, slightly pulling on your wrist.

You’re tempted to stay. And maybe drown in those eyes that haven’t lost their glimmer as they look at you, and it’s the hope you hang onto as a reminder that you haven’t lost him yet, that you haven’t completely screwed everything up.

“I’d love to but I have to pick up Heejin from Joon’s and then watch Tae’s show. I left her there because I didn’t want to use her just so you’d say yes to me.”

“I would say yes either way.”

“You scared me a bit there, though,” you pout, and he thinks you’re the most adorable like this.

“I still gave in pretty quickly. So, uh, lunch?”

“Tomorrow, at the indoor park. The weather will be nice and Heejin hasn’t forgiven me for last week. I won’t cowardly run away again, I promise.”

“Okay,” he smiles, playing with his lip ring that you know he does when he’s nervous.

“I’ll take care of everything, don’t worry. And she’ll be joining us for every date, is that okay?”

“Of course,” he answers excitedly, and with the way he looks, you just want tomorrow to come quicker.

He slices the cake into two, leaving the bigger size with the word yes and gives it to you in a to-go package.

“I’ll see you, okay?” You say.

“I’ll see you,” he replies, with his heart in his throat and then in his hands, beating erratically at the thought of spending tomorrow with you.

Jungkook fidgets with his phone, leg shaking as he sits on one of the benches as he waits for you. It’s 15 minutes past the time you asked to meet but you’re still not here. He knows you’re going to show up, but he still can’t help the nervousness he feels.

This is where you were supposed to spend last Saturday, after all, and he’d been here half an hour ago just to make sure that whatever happened last time, he’d be here early enough to keep you from leaving in case it happened again.

His phone rings and he’s appeased when you say that you’re not standing him up and that you’re actually walking towards the indoor park already. He sighs in relief and you chuckle, saying you’ll be there soon before hanging up.

Yesterday felt surreal for Jungkook. He was looking forward to last Saturday when all three of you were supposed to have that date you agreed on, but you ran out the store earlier that day and didn’t look back.

The entire week of unanswered calls and unopened text messages felt like deja vu. He was distraught, that’s for sure, and it felt like deja vu to his friends and colleagues, too. He had no idea what had happened, and other than your mother saying then that something had come up, he didn’t know anything else. None of your friends from work seemed to know, either.

He took full-day shifts every single day at work just to wait for you to drop by, but you never did. It’s like he felt your absence much more the past week than he did the 2 years he was away, and he felt his heart breaking for every day that he didn’t hear from you.

But like always, he waited around. His phone was stuck to him like glue in case you decided to call. He’d send a message each day just so you knew he was thinking about you but he never got a text back. So when he saw you standing in front of the counter with an unsure look on your face yesterday, it felt like a dream.

You were right on time, though, because one more day and he didn’t think he would’ve managed. He tried to act tough but he’s long realized that when it comes to you, that’s the hardest thing for him to be.

He’s weak for you when you’re being your decisive, uncompromising self, but something about you being coy and flustered makes his heart flip and his head dizzy. It’s as if you were fumbling, afraid he’d turn you down, even if he thinks it’s silly you’d even doubt him.

When you’d said something about being his girlfriend, his brain short-circuited. It’s what he always hoped you’d be but never really pushed for, always just content with what you could offer.

He knows your straightforward nature would tell him off if you don’t want him around - you did that, he reminds himself - but that you’d also tell him if you finally want more. It felt like you were both skirting around the idea for all the months since he got back, and though confusing at times, Jungkook lives for every single moment he has with you.

It’s like you wanted to keep him at a distance but you let him in your and Heejin’s world enough to let him know that unlike before, you’re a little more flexible this time. That this time, you’re willing to try.

Jimin had said you’re one to always take her time and Jungkook isn’t surprised. That just means you want to always be sure, and when you are, that only means you’re in it for the long-run. And just the thought that you’re actually taking your time now - from this lunch to hopefully a date and then more - lets him know that you’re finally seeing him in your vision board, that he’s finally becoming part of your plan.

He doesn’t notice the silly smile painted on his face until he hears your voice.

“You better have been thinking of me when you were smiling or else I’d be really upset if you weren’t,” you tease.

“Good thing I was, then,” he smirks, standing up to take you in.

You’re dressed in jeans and a cream-colored turtleneck with a thick navy jacket, similar to what he’s wearing.

You internally gush at how he looks, matching with you and Heejin but with a beanie on, his eyebrow piercing barely peeking behind the strands of his hair. He looks so charmingly boyish yet manly and confident at the same time.

“Sorry we’re late. Min took so long to get to my place and he was talking too much and kept missing turns,” you explain.

“Yoongi was at your apartment and drove you here?” Jungkook asks. “You sure he wasn’t sabotaging our lunch?”

“Oh, not at all. He has a lot to do with my little stunt yesterday, actually. And, uh, I had him and Byeol come over to help me with these,” you say, placing a large bag on the table.

Jungkook unzips it and immediately smells the baked chicken and soup and sweet potatoes.

“They helped you cook all this?” He asks in wonder. “But you know how to cook!”

“Yes, but I’m not great at it. There’s a difference,” you point out.

“And this difference matters, because?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“Because this is make up lunch with you and I obviously want you to enjoy it and, well, forgive me.”

Your face falls a little and Jungkook wants nothing more than to cup your cheeks and tell you that he always, always will.

“I’m sure I’ll like it,” he instead says, and it’s right when Heejin reminds both of you that she’s there laying witness to her mother and babysitter flirting with each other.

“I’m sorry, Jinnie. Got a little distracted with your mom right here,” he chuckles, kneeling in front of the stroller to take her hand and caress it. “How are you? I missed you this whole week, you know? No one was screaming in my ear and trying to pull my piercings off.”

You pout before you say that that’s on you.

Jungkook continues to smile at Heejin as she caresses his face, poking the silver barbell on his eyebrow and squealing Kookoo like she missed screaming it, too.

“Well, you’re here now and your Mama said we’ll be spending a lot of time together again,” he says, taking her in his arms and hugging her tightly. “Do you like that, sunshine? You want to spend time with Kookoo?”

“Kookoo,” she wraps her arms around his neck. “I want Kookoo.”

You watch them both in awe as they converse like they understand each other, and you laugh at how Heejin talks like an adult and Jungkook responds like he gets every word she’s saying. You take out all the food as you do, and even you’re excited with what you and your friends managed to prepare.

Jungkook looks in excitement and places Heejin on the table, allowing her to sit on the edge next to where you are. He sits on her other side so he could support her if needed, and also to make sure you get to eat properly. He sets up the plates and compliments the meal in front of you.

“Thank Yoongi and Byeol for me. These look amazing,” Jungkook exclaims. “So they drove you guys here, too?”

“Yeah. Min said it’s so you’d have a reason to drive me and Heejin home.”

“And he’s correct. He knows the moves,” Jungkook chuckles.

You playfully roll your eyes and begin eating. It’s small talk for the first minutes and just trying to get Heejin to eat the mashed sweet potatoes and rice. But the little diva wanted you and Jungkook to alternate feeding her, yelling to get her message across.

“Not too loud please, bubba. We’re in a public place,” you remind her, wiping the blob of food that sits on her chin. “And eat your food properly, okay?”

“Kookoo!” She answers, giggling as Jungkook makes a funny face at her.

“I know, bubba. I’m sorry I didn’t let you play with him last week and that you didn’t see him for days. That was Mama’s fault,” you say. “But he’s here now and he’s happy to see you, too. You can go play with him after you both eat, okay?”

Jungkook turns serious at your words, remembering once again how the past week has been.

You feel his silence and like you said, you owe him an explanation, so that’s what you do.

It’s the third time you’re narrating the story, and unlike the first two times, you’re a lot calmer now. Perhaps it’s the acceptance and numbness to Yun-seo’s infidelity and everything he’d said about you. Maybe it’s finally being next to Jungkook and knowing you haven’t completely lost him. Whatever it is, it’s easier this time around.

You hear him panting, like he’s containing himself, and in your casual narration of what transpired, you hadn’t realized Jungkook’s anger building up and his clenched fists and knuckles turning white.

“Hey, no need to be angry,” you smile at him. “I’ve got my entire village to do that.”

“And I’m part of that village,” Jungkook insists. “He’s… god, ___. I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”

“I know. That’s why I’m no longer letting it bother me too much.”

“Can I be angry, though? I just… who in their right mind would do that?! And then blame you and say those things about you?!”

“He stood by his actions and believed he had a reason to do what he did. That’s on him and there’s nothing I can do about it anymore,” you say, the words that swim in your head becoming easier to accept as each day passes by.

“What if I can? I mean, I’m pretty sure I could take him,” Jungkook says with furrowed brows.

He looks so serious and so adorable, you’re not used to it.

“Hey now. The guy was a judo champ in college. He’d hold his own,” you state.

“Did I ever tell you that I’m a black belter in taekwondo?”

“Yes, about a few times.”

“And that I box and do mixed martial arts for fun?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And that I went bull riding one time and almost broke my neck?”

“What the hell, why? When!”

“During that Eurotrip with my parents. I snuck out to try it because they didn’t want me to and it was amazing,” he chuckles.

“Obviously, because it’s dangerous, especially for a non-professional like you! You could’ve gotten hurt!”

“But I didn’t,” he says. “Point is, that kind of danger alters something in you that makes you stronger and braver. So yes, I could take your judo champ ex boyfriend and knock him to the ground.”

“Alright, keep your head on your shoulders, alright?” You chuckle. “No one’s hurting anyone.”

“I would, for your honor,” he bows teasingly. “But jokes aside, I’m sorry you had to go through that, and that I wasn’t there with you. I should’ve gone there earlier so you didn’t have to see him. And I should’ve tried harder this week to—”

“Jungkook, nothing’s your fault, okay?” You appease him.

“Then why didn’t you want to see me?” He finally asks what’s been bothering him. “Why keep me out like that?”

You take a deep breath and ready yourself. Narrating what happened is one thing but explaining how it all made you feel and what you realized are different. Because it isn’t just about Yun-seo. It’s also about Jungkook.

“It was a bit odd seeing them,” you start. “That was supposed to be us, you know? He and I talked about marriage a lot in that first year. We were friends before that and when we got together, it just felt like it was him, that he and I were endgame. And to see him again and the resentment in his eyes, like he was miserable those years we were together and that happiness for him came after we ended, it was just… humiliating. Just as much as being cheated on was.”

Jungkook holds your gaze as if to tell you that it’s okay to be upset, even if he wants to hold your hand instead. But you’re not reaching out and you would if you wanted, so he lets you be and lets you continue.

“But that isn’t even why I was angry. I mean, good on him. Maybe he’s faithful now; their years together are longer than our 3. Or maybe it was just really me. And that was the thing, that’s why it hurt, because of the things he said about me, about why no one stuck around,” you sigh, too caught up in your head to see the way Jungkook’s face falls.

“It’s because of who I am and how it’s maybe too much for them. It’s probably because I’m really selfish and too focused on myself. Maybe he’s not entirely wrong. And all the other ugly parts just came out - I was so conscious, so doubtful. I yelled at Heejin and she cried. I was getting impatient at work. I was shutting down, shutting you out. And I didn’t want you to see me like that. I was scared it would… scare you.”

“And what makes you think it would?”

“Because it would scare me. It’s a normal human response,” you argue. “And I guess—”

“You underestimate me and what I feel about you, huh?”

“Younger people are fickle-minded,” you shrug.

“But we’re also hard-headed and incredibly persistent,” he counters. “___, you’ve had me wrapped around your fingers since I met you three years ago and moments of weakness or some revelation of your flaws isn’t gonna push me away. Only you do that, by directly telling me you want me out. Otherwise, I’m just here, wanting you like I did the first time.”

You feel your heart race at the honesty and sincerity of his words, something you’re not used to with the few men you’ve been with. You’re used to brazen people in your line of work; you’re just as straightforward, too. But not when it comes to feelings like how Jungkook is.

He’s very upfront about how he feels for you, but still respects your boundaries and follows your pace. This lets you know that he genuinely cares, especially when he looks you in the eyes the way that he does.

He’s very transparent and emotional, and while you’re used to figuring people out and their intentions, being with Jungkook is so easy - there’s nothing that he hides, and he’ll answer with such certainty every single time.

“You’re quite the smooth talker, aren’t you?” You tease, trying to relieve the tension.

“Am I?” He laughs. “Well, Ma always said that life is so unpredictable and complicated so when it comes to things and people you immediately know you can’t be without, you gotta do what you can to keep them. It’s the only certainty and control you can have.”

“Your mom has always sounded like a wise woman,” you smile.

“She is. A little crazy and dramatic sometimes but she’s amazing,” he chuckles. “You’ll like her. She’s a lot like me.”

You hum in response, your smile not disappearing as you resist the urge to affirm him because you know that’s what he wants.

“Not denying it, I see. Well, that’s better than an outright rejection,” he says.

“I didn’t do my little stunt yesterday at the cafe if I was going to reject you, dummy,” you playfully smack his arm. “And I wouldn’t have fought through Dea’s glare if I was going to screw you over. I didn’t know she had it in her.”

“She tried. She was freaking out after you left because she thought you hate her now,” Jungkook informs you. “But she had to deal with a childish, irritable version of me for a whole week so I don’t blame her for being hard on you.”

“She did say you were being annoying,” you chuckle.

“I can be sometimes,” he shrugs.

“Yeah, no shit,” you deadpan, causing him to worriedly cover Heejin’s ears and repeatedly say ship.

“Language, woman!” He whisper-yells. “But seriously though. It was the first time she hated that I was just at the cafe every single day. I was so impatient and bossy and anxious all at once. Scared the kid a bit, actually.”

“Interesting. I can’t imagine you not being a bouncy man-child who’s always laughing and cracking a joke.”

“I have my moments. It’s kind of what humans are, you know? They’re multi-dimensional beings with complex emotions and fears,” he says matter-of-factly, earning him a roll of your eyes. “It’s perfectly normal and nothing at all to be worried about. Sometimes they—”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” you chuckle. “But I really am sorry, though, like, I can’t express just how much. I hate that I made you feel like I didn’t care about you when I do, more than I show. I shouldn’t have left you in the dark like that. I should’ve been mature about it.”

“I understand it was hard for you. I wish you were more mature about it, too,” he says, turning serious. “It wasn’t easy not knowing what was going on, if I did anything wrong, or how you were doing. I was worried and scared and I felt so lost and alone because none of your friends would tell me anything, either.”

You look at a pouting Jungkook. Earlier, he was saying was going to take on Yun-seo, then went on to comfort and flatter you, and now, he’s baring his worries. He’s basically telling you that you should’ve been a grown-up about the whole thing and somehow, this makes him even more attractive to you. For all the romantic talk, he’s brave and honest enough to tell you when you’re in the wrong, and even if it’s the least thing you like others doing to you, you’re actually glad he is.

“They barely knew anything, too. So yeah, it was pretty tough not being able to talk about it. I tend to be in my head a lot when things get bad like that.”

“That’s understandable. Care to say more?” He asks.

And that’s how you and Jungkook end up talking about how you both are at your worst. It should be uncomfortable, talking to someone you’re attracted to about the things you don’t like about yourself. The surprising thing is, he doesn’t dismiss them, and that’s quite refreshing, too. He just listens and gives you that comforting smile to let you know he understands.

You exchange stories and laughter, but a sitting Heejin munching on her fruits and playing with her blocks on the table doesn’t seem to be amused, as she starts throwing her toys and yelling that she wants to play.

Jungkook cleans up as you pacify her, and you rush to the nearby playground and place her in the swing, her whining immediately being replaced with her joyful squeals. Jungkook arrives soon after with your bags and you apologize as he stands next to you.

“Don’t worry about it,” he comforts, looking around in awe at the space.

He’s only able to take in his surroundings now, eyes wide at the glass-enclosed park that was built precisely for winter days. It’s warm inside but one can still see all the bare trees outside. There’s flora and fauna here, too, and even an indoor aviary that he sees the directions to.

The three of you spend more time inside, letting Heejin run around and play on the slide, then exploring the rest of the space. Things are going great, until you get a call from the pediatrician’s secretary, saying that tomorrow’s appointment has to be rescheduled because of an emergency. Thursday is the next free day, and your mind goes into a panic because of your messed up schedule this week.

You already had it planned out.

Heejin doesn’t like going to the hospital, and you always need to schedule something right after so she doesn’t get cranky for too long. You got to squeeze all your meetings into tomorrow morning so you could have the afternoon off - pick her up from daycare, go to her appointment, then go to the aquarium. But a Thursday schedule means that you’d have to switch your half days, and you have no one available to pick Heejin up from daycare tomorrow.

“Hey, let’s slow down alright?” Jungkook says next to you as he cradles a sleepy Heejin who’s due for her afternoon nap. “Why the panic?”

You say it’s how you are, and that you already planned your week and when things don’t go according to what you want, you tend to freak out.

“I can pick her up tomorrow then babysit her until you get home,” he offers. “Then you could do your half day on Thursday.”

“I offered Mom my car on Thursday,” you pout. “Hers is in the warehouse and she has this conference until the weekend. And it’s hard to commute on a weekday with this one.”

“Then I’ll take you and Heejin to the doctor and we can all go to the aquarium together,” he smiles. “I have days off and half days because of my 18-hour shifts last week, remember? I have time to spare.”

“That’s too much to ask of you, Jungkook,” you say. “I’ll ask Yuri if she can—”

“Hey, it isn’t,” he interjects. “I think we’ve established that I really, really like spending time with you and this sleeping sunshine.”

“Fine,” you give in, knowing he’ll keep offering and you really need the help.

Heejin’s getting bigger and is needing more attention, and so it’s not as easy to just ask your friends or your family to babysit her, especially on such a short notice. Having Jungkook, who does have a more flexible schedule, at least this week, is a big help, and you also can’t deny that you do want to spend time with him, too.

He flashes his victorious smile and your heart leaps at the sight. He places Heejin in the stroller as you both decide to head home as the afternoon rolls in. It’ll get colder soon so might as well savor the winter air before it gets too much.

You secure a sleeping Heejin in Jungkook’s car, and as you’re texting your assistant on the changed schedule, you realize that you now need to work on a few things for tomorrow.

“Do you think you can, uh, stay?” You ask Jungkook as you enter your apartment.

Heejin has just woken up and reaches out her arms to him.

“Of course. I can play with her while you work. And I can cook dinner, too. How does that sound?”

“Sounds great, Jungkook. Thank you.”

The rest of the day goes smoothly but noisily. You and Heejin compete for who gets to make the loudest sound - her with her squeals or you with your groans.

Jungkook plays tea with her and her dolls while you work on and review some case files. In between cups of coffee that Jungkook prepares for you to get your mind going, he asks a calm Heejin to send you a flying kiss to get you to smile.

You glance at Jungkook sitting on your couch with your daughter on his lap, listening as he quietly reads her a story, the little one’s eyes alternating between the book’s colorful graphics and Jungkook’s face.

She’s sincerely amused by him, and you’re honestly not surprised. He doesn’t shy away from making a fool of himself to make her laugh; he teases her too by booping her nose and tickling her. He hugs her so warmly, and you think that has a lot to do with how comfortable she’s become in his presence, too.

You’ve always been careful with how much time you let her spend with your male friends, knowing she might get too attached and look for them when they’re not around. It’s a risk letting her be like this with Jungkook, knowing at some point, she’s going to get used to this - not just him and how he cares for her, but all this, you three together.

But there’s warmth that you feel when you see her smile and hear her laugh, as if it’s her innocent way of saying that Mama, it’s okay; it’s okay to want this because I want it, too.

Byeol always pointed out that Jungkook did make you happy when you were pregnant with Heejin, and that’s why his laugh and yours are familiar to her; that’s why being with him is so familiar to her. She’d felt you calm when he was around; she’d felt you happy when you were with him. So it’s probably not much of a surprise that Heejin is attached to him this way. She hasn’t exactly been looking for him, but she lights up when he shows up, and she likes it when he holds her in his arms.

You’re lost in your thoughts when Jungkook meets your gaze, and what you expected to be a teasing smile is a soft one. He approaches you and asks what you want for dinner.

“Fried chicken. Kimchi fried rice. Omelette,” you answer. “Stress makes me really hungry.”

“Okay, then. As you wish.”

You offer to help him but he shoos you away. He’s already familiar with your kitchen and he moves with such ease, stealing glances when he can and asking how you are every time he hears you groan.

He lays a spread for you, complete with side dishes, and he slices tiny pieces of meat for Heejin before you even attempt to.

You talk about what you’re working on throughout dinner, then he insists on cleaning up as you freshen up a tired and cranky Heejin for bed. You’re spent by the time she quiets down on her toddler bed, and she stares at you as you finish reading her a quick story.

“Jungkook,” you peek outside the room to find him leaning by the dining table, using his phone. “Can you wish her goodnight, please?”

You don’t say anything more and he doesn’t need you to. He smiles and walks in and caresses Heejin’s cheek, telling her she was such a good girl today and that they’ll be playing together again soon.

“Goodnight, Jinnie. Sleep well,” he smiles.

You give her one last good night kiss before you and Jungkook leave the room.

“Thanks for today, Jungkook. I had a lot of fun, even if I got a bit too emotional earlier and even panicked over something so trivial. That’s… well, that’s how I usually am, just a warning, so…”

“Hey, I’d take all versions of you any day, ___,” he comforts, stepping closer to you. “I’ll like all versions of you, whatever they are.”

“You won’t know that,” you sigh. “I mean, I get temperamental. You usually catch me on good days and I’m able to handle the rest. But the past week has just been a roller coaster of emotions and stress and this is me, showing the layers underneath that won’t always be likable.”

“Well, did you at least like it? Showing them to me? Being with me?”

“Yes,” you hum. “Today was fun even if I had to work and you had to do kitchen duty for half of it. And now, I'm gonna ask you out on a date. And then if you say yes, probably another one. And then—”

“I’ll say yes, every single time,” he says in a beat.

“That’s great. I hate rejection.”

“Hmm,” he cocks an eyebrow, and you know he won’t let you off the hook that easily given your multiple rejections of him. “Me, too.”

“But seriously though, I want to get to know you, and I want you to get to know me, all over again,” you say, meeting his bright and sincere eyes. “And I want you to get to know Heejin as the growing little brat and sweetest angel that she is. There are so many versions of me and I want you to know all of them, and then decide for yourself if that’s what you want. Because you need to be sure. I need you to be sure,” you state with a tone of desperation that’s unfamiliar to you and Jungkook.

You take your time with things and people, but you’re always sure when you decide on them.

“I am, have been since that first night I saw you. You just knew what you wanted, knew who you were, and you’d just stand by whatever you decide on. And that’s so fucking sexy and exactly what I need and will always need,” he assures you. “And even when you’re all the things that aren’t always good, I’m pretty sure I’m still going to want you.”

“People can change their minds,” you counter.

“I could. But not about you though. I know what it’s like to not have you around and it sucked and I don’t want that ever again. Also, who knows? Maybe you’ll change your mind about me, too.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be trying if I didn’t think I’d stick with you. That’s like, more than half of the effort already.”

“Yeah, but you’ll never know,” he answers.

“Yes, but—”

“Hard to convince someone when you know deep down what you really feel, right?”

You concede, knowing he has a point. At the end of the day, only you would know what you really want, what you’d give up and what you’d fight for. And it’s the same thing with him.

“You really know how to shut me up,” you chuckle.

“Well, there are more ways I can do that but we’ll get there some day,” he smirks.

“Oh, shut up,” you laugh, turning away as his gaze makes you flustered.

“Thanks, too,” he turns gentle. “I know it hasn’t been easy for you so giving me a chance like this just makes me feel really happy.”

Happy, you think, as you smile back at him and then watch him walk out of your apartment.

You’ve been that since Heejin came into your life, but having Jungkook now adds to that joy you’re feeling. And you really hope it’ll only get better from here.

The last two weeks that you initially dreaded to be incredibly stressful turned out to be manageable, thanks in large part to Jungkook.

The day after your makeup lunch, he picked up Heejin from daycare after you’d endorsed him to the workers in the morning. The cartoon they watched got her so excited that Jungkook created a toddler-appropriate obstacle course for her in your living room and spent the afternoon teaching her how to run it. You came home later in the day and marveled at your squealing daughter as she crawled under chairs, climbed over her large stuffed toys, walked through a wide board on the floor, jumped from one pillow to another, and then sprinted into your arms for the finale.

She ran it for two more times and then fell asleep in your arms as you fed her dinner. You and Jungkook couldn’t stop laughing as she tried to keep her eyes open until she finally gave up, and he helped you give her a quick bath before settling her in bed after a long day. Your mom, who babysat her the next day, had to sit through Heejin running the course again and took about a dozen videos of her granddaughter yelling and laughing as she went.

The Thursday of that week, Jungkook picked you up from work then Heejin at daycare for her checkup. He entertained her while you spoke with the doctor, then she used the sticker pack she was given and placed them on his face and yours. You had to skip dinner at a restaurant and had pizza delivered at home instead since she didn’t want you to remove the unicorns on your cheeks.

That Saturday, Jungkook had a shift until the early evening, so you and Heejin met him at the cafe then walked a few streets down for dinner at a Japanese restaurant and a quick stroll at the park.

Jungkook offered another afternoon of babysitting the next week where you got home to Heejin in his arms, hands clasped together as they danced to some ballad playing on TV. You saw him again days later when he picked you up to head to the mall for some shopping, and Heejin got so attached to an alpaca in the toy store that Jungkook eventually bought, and it was that night when he suggested going to see the animal the next day.

It’s why you’re seated in the passenger seat of his car with another half hour drive to Alpaca World, and Heejin in her car seat holding onto her toy. You knew Jungkook was the one who really wanted this, and he kept showing her photos that made her so excited that you couldn’t say no.

With your boyband playlist on, you continue to sing along to the tunes of your childhood while Jungkook laughs at your off-key adlibs and commentaries of every song that plays. He’s unfamiliar with them, giving you the opportunity to call him a “literal baby,” and you groan whenever he replies “as long as I’m your baby,” prompting him to point out that you set yourself up for him to tease you.

It’s every time you mention how good-looking they are - from Backstreet Boys dancing with their chests exposed under the rain in a basketball court, to NSYNC in tight shirts thrusting on screen - that he gets riled up.

“Really? You find those men hot?”

“Uh, duh. My adolescent self couldn’t shut up about them,” you laugh. “True babes with the best voices. It makes me cry. And they’re dads now and they’re like, damn. I’d still go for that.”

“Watch your language, ___! There’s a child in here!”

“Oh, come on,” you playfully smack him. “You’re just jealous.”

“Of what? Do you know that I—”

“Dance and sing, yes, I do,” you chuckle. “Haven’t really seen or heard you though, and no, Heejin’s nursery rhymes don’t count.”

“Okay, then. Guess I know what our next date will be,” he smirks.

“What?” You cock an eyebrow.

“A private show.”

“Jeon Jungkook!” You squeal, laughing at his statement that it would be a wholesome dance performance and not whatever it is you’re thinking.

“I wasn’t thinking that!” You argue.

“What is that, though? I didn’t actually say anything. It’s you thinking it and well, if that’s what you want, then—”

His next words are muffled by your hand that’s covering his mouth, his chapped lips and hot breath against your skin suddenly making you feel warm. It’s embarrassing how sensitive you are since that’s just your hand.

“Ugh, here,” you huff, putting on some balm on his lips as he turns towards you after parking the car.

“You like them soft, huh?” He smirks again.

“Who doesn’t?”

“Some don’t mind,” he shrugs, trying to catch your gaze.

“Well, I do. So you—”

“Should get them soft for you, got it,” he winks, and all you can do is groan at how easily he makes you flustered, with the fire in your belly intensifying every second you’re with him.

You underestimated just how much Heejin would like real-life alpacas. The moment you got her out of her stroller, she immediately ran to the pen where the animals were, and if it weren’t for Jungkook’s quick reflexes, she would’ve fallen face first on the grass with how fast she was going.

You spend some time feeding the alpacas while you guide Heejin in petting them. She giggles every time she touches their soft fur, and she squeals whenever their mouths nuzzle her hand when you place food on there for them to feed on.

The both of you ride the train that goes around the park, with Jungkook opting to walk so he could take photos and videos of Heejin, especially once the alpacas walk towards her. He catches her adorable smile and the way her eyes light up whenever the animals approach her. She has so much joy on her face that you mirror, and much as you and he consider this a date, it’s been nothing but heartwarming seeing you and your daughter bond, with her constantly yelling Mama, look! and with you watching her in amazement at how excited she is.

Jungkook pets and plays with the furred mammal all for Heejin’s entertainment, but the other kids seem to enjoy it as well. When the ride ends, she runs towards him and he carries her easily, showing her the videos that he took.

You watch them briefly before taking Heejin to have a drink and a quick change, then you walk next to Jungkook with her in your arms on the way to see the other animals.

It’s at the same time that his phone rings, notifying a video call from his sister.

“Hey, little brother!” Eun-jung chirps, her greeting being echoed by Mi-sun.

“How are you? Gosh, I’ve been so busy and I haven’t spoken to you in so long,” she groans. “Ma said you were so cranky the other week. Is it because of the mom chick you won’t stop talking about?”

Jungkook looks at your surprised expression followed by a playful shake of your head. He turns back to the screen with a soft chuckle. “Yeah, something like that. But it’s all good now. We’re really good.”

His smile is soft and giddy. There’s a twinkle in his eyes as if he’s recalling something, and it’s what his sister picks up.

“Ugh, you’re like a teenager. So, what happened? Also, are you—”

“Kookoo! Look! Alpaca!” Heejin squeals, catching Jungkook’s attention and those on the other end of the phone. “It’s running! Ah! Kookoo, look!”

She’s so excited, her arms flailing causing you to lose your balance, and again with his reflexes, Jungkook catches her as she hangs on to you. He takes her in his arms this time, one hand on her waist and the other on the phone.

“Kookoo! It’s gone! Noooo!” Heejin says, her voice getting softer.

“It’s okay, Jinnie. We’ll see some more later,” he comforts her. “I thought you wanted to see the birds?”

“Oh, birds! I want birds! Ma, I want birds!”

“Yes, bubba, we’ll go see them,” you respond.

“Kookoo, let’s see birds,” Heejin says, turning Jungkook to face her with her tiny hands.

“Okay, sunshine, let’s go.”

Eun-jung may have only seen a bit of the exchange but she heard everything - Heejin’s name for him, the joy in her voice, the familiarity.

Jungkook turns to the screen with his sister’s smirk flustering him a little bit.

“Hmm, so now I know why you also haven’t been reaching out to me,” she says. “Been busy, I see.”

“Well—”

Jungkook is cut off with Heejin’s head settling in the crook of his neck, peeking at the screen and the unfamiliar faces smiling at her.

“Oh, a baby! Kookie, you have a baby? Hi, baby!” Mi-sun says, waving.

You hear what Jungkook’s niece says and you urge your daughter to say hi. Heejin looks curiously, moving closer to the screen before she shyly waves. She then turns around with her arms around his neck, somewhat getting impatient with the walk.

“We’re still looking for animals. Can I call you later? Or tomorrow?” Jungkook asks his sister, and for the first time, she doesn’t mind waiting longer to speak to her brother again.

“Okay, Kookie,” Eun-jung smiles. “Please tell your woman that I thank her for making you happy and she’s lucky you like her!” She raises her voice, prompting him to hang up without a goodbye.

“I’m guessing you haven’t told her my name,” you nudge him playfully.

“She’ll keep teasing if I do,” he explains, “much more than she does now.”

You hum in response. “So, I make you happy, huh?” You smirk.

“Oh, Kim ___. You have no freaking idea.”

The rest of your Alpaca World trip was spent just watching the animals and taking an unnecessary amount of photos of Heejin with the birds. She ran around the field and wouldn’t leave the souvenir shop until you bought her every kind of alpaca stuffed toy available.

That night, she named each one and then slept with all of them on your bed because they wouldn’t fit in hers. You ended that evening sending a photo to Jungkook of Heejin peacefully sleeping next to you surrounded by her favorite animal, with an out-of-place bunny toy near her head that he got for her.

He slept with an alpaca, too, the one you got for him as a thank you for suggesting to go there, giving Heejin an experience she’ll always remember.

Turns out, that would be the first of more little trips in and outside of Seoul. The next weekend, the weather was nice for a morning at a beach right outside the city. Heejin liked the park nearby and then enjoyed the afternoon at a children’s library where she was amused with the life-size books and large stuffed toys. She fell asleep as you read her a story and then spent the ride back home with Jungkook teaching you how to sing your daughter’s favorite nursery rhymes in tune.

The Saturday after that, Jungkook convinced you to join him in a cooking class because he got vouchers for it, although you suspected that it was his way of telling you that you’re actually much worse at cooking than you thought.

Jungkook swore his innocence but never stopped teasing, and the smile didn’t leave his face as you both turned out to be the only ones with a child. Everyone kept saying how you were such a “cute family,” and you were sleepless that night thinking of how that made you more excited than you expected.

It felt comfortable and natural, as he let you taste test everything he made, and then guided you as you did your share of the dish. He made sure that Heejin was entertained the whole time, feeding her broth, too, which she enjoyed. That night ended with Heejin asleep on your chest while you and Jungkook talked about your exes, his unsurprisingly jealous nature, and your tendency to be insecure about not making your partner happy.

It’s Sunday of next week when you find yourself in your mom’s apartment, this time with Jungkook next to you as your whole family enjoys a plethora of food and soju.

You’d arrived with him right as lunch started since you insisted on waiting for his morning shift to end. Your family was in the middle of talking about Sun-hee’s resident doctor crush who’s giving her mixed signals, so you and Jungkook proceeded to eat and jointly feed Heejin who wants him to do the airplane dance before she eats. You’re about to ask your sister how the heart surgery she assisted on went when she speaks up.

“So, Jungkook, how’s dating my sister going?”

You audibly choke on your drink and send her a glare.

“It’s great,” he smiles shyly, unsure how to say what he wants to without sounding too cringey or simplistic about how the past few weeks have been like. “She’s great. We have a lot of fun hanging out and stuff.”

You’re amused at how much he’s holding back this time, but you’re also curious as to what else he thinks.

“And where do you guys go to date?” Sun-hee continues.

“Uh, well, we went to the aquarium one time, then to Alpaca World the other week. We went to the beach, too, Heejin loved it, and we would just go have dinner at her place on weeknights after work and—”

“Dude, those aren’t dates,” Sun-hee butts in as everyone starts giggling. “That’s called family time. That’s literally me going to Lotte World and the skating rink with Mom and Jung-jae who, you know, is like our dad now. At least they go on couple-only dinner dates and trips and stuff.”

You turn towards Jung-jae who can’t help his smile, and the way your mom tears up says how much it matters to them that Sun-hee, your youngest, who’d barely felt your father’s presence when she was a kid but is also the most protective over your mother, thinks of him as her dad, as all of yours. Though it would take longer for you to call him that, he’s been nothing but amazing in terms of loving all of you like his own children, and loving your mom above all else.

“Hey, Jungkook and I have dinner out,” you state. “And in. Pizza over cartoons is good for getting to know each other. Plus, Mom and Jung-jae don’t have toddlers to take care of. Maybe adult brats like you but not a perpetually squealing child who’s always asking Jungkook to carry her.”

“You jealous?” Jungkook couldn’t help himself.

“Yes, of you because Heejin always runs to you,” you clarify, earning you a chuckle from him.

“But seriously, honey, those aren’t exactly dates,” your mom says now. “I get that Heejin is a big part of you that Jungkook also has to get to know but spending time where it’s just you and him is as important. She won’t be a child forever and you’d need to understand that she doesn’t need to be part of every single thing going on in your life. Balance going out with all three of you with just you and Jungkook.”

You know she’s right, and she’d always been the first to tell you that doing something for yourself doesn’t always mean you’re being a bad mother, or that your child suddenly stopped being your priority.

“Yeah, but there isn’t really much time,” you sigh. “Weekends are when I get to really explore different things with Heejin and Jungkook is finding all these places and everyone’s busy most weeknights.”

“Honey, we’ve looked after Heejin until late night countless times before,” your mom says. “You have so many of us to ask.”

“Yeah, but those were because of work. This is a thing for me, something I want for myself.”

Between Byeol’s operations, your mom’s clinic, Namjoon’s own family, and your siblings’ professional and personal lives, you prefer to limit the times you ask them to look after Heejin, especially as she has her own mood swings and cravings that you don’t want them to worry about. They’ve gone above and beyond in helping you when you were pregnant and during the first two years and having to ask them again because you like someone isn’t something you’re too keen on. You asked for this, not them.

“And she’ll understand, the same way we always will.”

“Go tell her, Mom. Of all the things she’s stubborn about, it’s really this,” Yuri shakes her head, but you know she means well.

“Babe, I know you’re not always comfortable asking so each one of us will offer, okay?” Byeol says now. “Go schedule that dinner date this week. Or I will.”

“Gee, you’re all talking like Jungkook isn’t right here,” you say, glancing at him who’s looking soft and amused at the same time.

“It’s so that he’ll know you’re like this,” Yuri says. “You don’t like asking for help because you think it will inconvenience others, so we have to force our way in sometimes and make you make us help you. So take note, Jungkook. You’re gonna have to be patient with our sister in that way.”

“I am,” he answers. “I offer and she takes it more than she doesn’t so that’s good. But I also do wish we could spend time that’s just us. That would be nice.”

“Now you’re acting like I’m not here,” you nudge his knee.

“Fine,” he faces you. “I love spending time with you and Heejin. But I’d also like to spend time with just you. So, when are you free for dinner this week? I’d love to take you out on a two-person date.”

“Damn, he really just went for it,” Taehyung says. “He’s really not messing around.”

You try to pay your brother no mind. And everyone, basically, as they all look at you curiously. You’d normally feel annoyed for being put on the spot, but you did bait him, and you also secretly have been hoping for this.

“Tuesday would be good,” you smile at Jungkook, and immediately, Yuri and your mom offer to look after Heejin then.

Later that evening, you drive Jungkook to his apartment.

“Is it weird that I feel nervous about our date date?” He asks before stepping out of the car.

“No, and you’re not alone,” you respond. “I’m looking forward to it, though.”

“Yeah, so am I,” Jungkook says. “I’m gonna go plan it out now. So bye, and thank you. Goodnight Jinnie!” He yells, pushing the door open and leaving you a smiling, giddy mess all the way home.

[From: Jungkook ☺️] guess who just purchased his date outfit hehe

[From: Jungkook ☺️] and see u at the cafe tomorrow!

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