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yuyu1024 · 2 months

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Rebound

Pairings: s.coups/seungcheol × y/n

Genre/tags: friends/fwb

Warning: 🔞smut, a little fluff, cursing, semi public, dry humping, handjob, oral (m/f receiving), unprotected sex/drunk sex, mention of alcohol

(Always be safe and make sure to have consent... always...)

~~~~[lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 2.5k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

A/N: this might be all over the place since i wrote it while im trying to sleep🫠 Hope you all have a great week ahead....

Brb. 👩🏻‍💻

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You are heart broken right now. Your boyfriend or should we say ex just broke up with you recently. Through text and you haven't gotten the chance to get a grip of it yet. The breakup is still fresh and the way he just dumped you is still painful. He's heartless for doing such thing. No one should ever experience such thing!

"I hate men." You blurt out as you lay down on the mat that you and your friend put down the floor so you guys could lay down whilst star gazing. Of course with alcohol and snacks involve.

"All of a sudden?" Seungcheol heard you as he was just about to come out of his house. "I invited you here at my place... to relax... to entertain you.. for you to stop crying over your ex... then... now you hate men? Even me?" He sound offended

You laugh at his reaction. "Sorry... I can't help it." You say, "Men invades women's lives... flirt with us, make us fall in lovd... then when they feel like they need to go to the next target they'll just throw us like we are nothing..."

"You are not wrong with that... but hey not all men are like that." He sits down next to you, holding a beer on his hand. "Look at me..." he adds

You get up and sit straight next to him, "Yeah... you're a nice person..." you lean your head on his shoulder. "Too nice... even... that's why---"

"Hey. Don't mention the past." He hushes you. "We are talking about your heart break here... not mine that's been years ago."

You giggle at his reaction. "Fine..." you then grab his beer and drink from it. "But just one question.."

"Hmm?"

"Why haven't you dated again after....you know who...?"

"Well... I don't know... I guess... I just haven't found the girl for me yet..."

"Why? Are your standards that high?"

He takes back the beer from your hand. "I'm not like that... I go with my feelings... not like you who goes nuts when you see men with strong arms and built."

"Well," you steal his beer again and drink from it. "I find those traits sexy...how can I resist?"

"Yeah right." He takes his beer again. "Will you stop drinking mine? Just grab one from the cooler... I bought enough for the two of us..."

"But I like yours..." you take it again from him after he just took a sip. "We can always share... we are friends..." You drink the last chug. "Why? Does it bother you?"

"It doesn't. I just thought you'd be the type of person that would be concious about drinking at the same cup or whatever..."

You wipe your mouth with your hand as you put the empty can on the side. "What do you mean?"

"You know... I hear girls at Uni talk about indirect kisses so..."

"Ahh... I see..." you giggle. "How funny... they get so excited by those..."

"You don't?"

"Of course not! It's not like it is a kiss." You roll your eyes. "Making out for sure...is much more exciting..."

"Right." Seungcheol gets up to take another can of beer from the cooler. "Do you want one or you still want to share with me?" He asks as he opens the cooler.

"Grab two... but still we'll share." You say smiling

He shakes head and grab two different kinds. "You are really something..."

***

After a few more drinks and chitchat about your exes, you two finally decided to lay down and watch the stars above you.

With minimal light around you and Seungcheol turning off the lights in the house, just leaving the kitchen lights on where you two will enter back later, the sky is more brighter and clearer in your view.

"Thanks for inviting me here at your family's vacation house..."

"No problem... besides, mom suggested me to bring you here... she said you need this."

"Your mom is so sweet."

"She is... and its a plus because she likes you..."

"Really?"

"Yeah, she always wanted a daughter and I guess....you fit what she dreamed off having..."

"Aww... but...it is a bit sad..."

"Sad? Why?"

You turn over to your side, facing Seungcheol. "Coz I'm not the typical good daughter... and I don't want to disappoint her..."

"Typical good daughter?" He repeats, stunned by your word choice. "You are a good person..."

"Am I?" You laugh and lay down at your back again.

"Yeah... just a little freaky..."

"Freaky?!" You repeat, whipping your head to him. "What do you mean by that?"

"Don't act like you are not..." he smirks, "I've seen you do PDA with your ex."

"And...?" You toss to your side again but this time closer to Seungcheol. "Are you saying I'm freaky because I like to cuddle and touch my man?" You raise your brow at him.

"Don't get insulted. I didn't meant it as a bad way...." he then looks back at you, smiling. "I like freaky to you know... we all have our... kinks..."

"Really? Define... what's freaky for you? What are your kinks?"

"Okay... don't look at me like that..." he laughs, "I don't mean THAT kink... I don't do fifty shades of grey freaky you know..."

"Then... what are the things you like?"

"You really want to know?"

"Of course... coz my freaky may be different from your freaky..." you are grinning

"Hmmm..." he hums, thinking if he should tell you. "Isn't it a bit dangerous to be on a topic like this...?" He asks. Then his eyes starts scanning you from your face to your chest area which is very exposed and in his face right now.

You smirk as you eye him glancing at your cleavage. "Cheolie... are you getting seduced by my boobs right now?" You tease

"How can I not?" He looks away but the corner of his lips is curved into a smile. "You're wearing a verly low V neck shirt right now..."

You giggle at his remarks and then lean in to give your friend a kiss on the cheek which surprised him.

"Why did you kiss me?"

"Nothing... because you are so cute." You say before going back to your original position.

"Me? Cute?" He pouts, "Y/N I just talked about looking at your boobs and you find it cute?"

"I do!" You answer

"You're weird."

"Oh yeah... J am freaky..." you say, laughing.

"You are..." he adds

The two of you suddenly became quiet. The only thing you could hear now is the crackling of the woods in the bon fire and the sound of the breeze and the trees dancing.

"It's getting a bit chilly now..." Seungcheol breaks the silence. "Should we go inside now?"

"No... not yet..." you answer. "I need to do something..."

"Do what--"

Before he could even finish, you already got up and crawled on top of him

"Y/N, what are you doing?"

You move your pelvis, lower than where you are. You are trying to find the perfect spot on top of him.

"Ughh..." he breathes out as you placed your clothed core right on top of his erection. "Y/N...."

"Cheolie... Do you want to make out with me?"

"What??"

You slide your hands from his abdomen to his chest. "We're friends right...?"

"Y/N...." he grabs both your wrists. "I don't think this is a good idea..."

"Please...?" You move your hips, slightly rubbing your core to his bulge and causing him to hiss a curse under his breathe. "You can touch me if you want... I don't mind..."

"You are drunk..."

"No, I'm not..." you frown. "If I'm drunk....I won't be asking for your consent..."

"This is wrong... what you want is not right..."

"I know."

He gets up whilst you are still on hip. "And you still want to?"

You nod.

"Are you trying to use me? As rebound sex?" He chuckles

"I was not suggesting sex yet... but..." you put your arms around his neck and then move your body closer to his, "if you are okay with having sex... I'm game..." you say the few words words in a very seducing manner.

"Why me?"

"Why not?"

He laughs at how serious you are. "You are crazy, Y/N..."

"I know..." you once again rub your clothed core on his erection. Basically dry humping him. "Please...?" Your voice sounded more breathy.

"Damn it." He mumbles as the friction between you two makes him more hard.

"Here." You grab his hand and place it over your boob. "You like my boobs right...?" Then you guide his hand by rubbing his palm over and then squeezing your boob with his hand. "Feel it..." you whisper while letting his thumb feel your hardened nipple through your shirt.

"Fuck, Y/N... you are insane..." he throws his head back, holding on to not crack a smile. He is enjoying your needy side.

"C'mon Cheolie... you are making me wait for too long... do you want to or not?" While you on the other hand is being impatient.

"If I say yes," he says "What happens after we fuck?"

"We can decide after..."

"What if... I want to do it again..."

"Then let's do it again."

He's brows scrunches, "you are okay to with that?"

"Yes..."

"Even though... We are not dating?"

"Seungcheol..." you lean in a kiss him on the cheek again. "Like what we talked about... I am a little freaky... and besides you're my friend..."

"So....we're going to be.... fuck buddies?"

"If you want to..."

"No strings attached? Just... sex?"

"Yes... if I'm horny... I'll call you... and if you are horny and need me... then, call me and I'm willing to fuck you or suck you... anywhere... anytime..."

Shaking his head laughing, "Fucking hell Y/N... you are naughty..."

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, yeah... I know... so now what? Do you want to fuck with me or not? Give me an answer now coz if your not going to... I'll just go to bed..."

"You are very impatient, you know that?" He says smirking whilst his brows is furrowed. He looks amused. "I just want to make sure..." then he places his hand on your waist, sliding them under the hem of your shirt. "You are sure with this... since... we have alcohol in our system..."

"Right..." then as a needy and impatient as you are, you lean in already and started kissing Seungcheol on the lips.

The kiss surprisingly didn't start sloppy or awkward. It just went smoothly and very... arousing.

He is moaning already into the kiss. That's how good it makes him feel already.

"See.... you want it too..." you tease, smiling pulling away and looking at his turned on face.

"Who said I didn't want to?" He then carries you off him and carefully puts you back down the mat. "I wanted to wreck you since this morning when I first saw you wearing this revealing top..." his hand glides up from your tummy to your neck, right under your shirt. The motion lifted your shirt up exposing the lower part of your tits. "Fuck!" He hisses. "Your body is so fucking insane." He lowers his head and starts nibbling your skin from your belly buttom to your underboob.

"Ahh..." you inhale sharply when he sucked your skin and making sure he's leaving a mark. "Are you happy I didn't wear any bra today?" You ask

"The fuck I am." He goes to fully take off your top and start sucking and squeezing both alternately.

You moan at every suck, lick and flick he does. "Oh fuck... yes..." your hips dance every time his tongue touches your nipple.

"You're sensitive. You really like this huh?" He looks up at you while his tongue continues to pleasure you.

You nod your head, smiling while biting your lips.

"Fuck!" You throw your head back the second you felt him cup you down there. And since you're just wearing your black leggings, you could really feel his finger rubbing you there. "Ngggaaaahh..." you breathing heavy

"You sound so sexy...." he hums right st your ears as he watches you react to his strokes.

"You're teasing me too much..." you say

"Do I?" He chuckles

"Let me do the same!"

You are getting competitive now. You don't want to loose even though there is no game. You just know he's enjoying you moan just with just his little touches and licks. But you want him to whimper like you or more.

"Let me show you what I can do for you..." you push him away and then ride him on top again. "It's unfair that I'm the only one moaning in this session...." you move your hands quickly, pushing his jogging pants and his boxers down at the same time. "Dang..." your eyes widened as you see how long and thich he is. "You're hiding this from me?" You gently touch his wet tip.

"I'm not... technically hiding how big I am..." he answers before taking his shirt off. "You know I am big."

"Wow! You are one cocky mother fucker!" You laugh slapping his abs. "Let's see how cocky you'd still be after I make you come..."

"Bring it on." He says, rubbing his palm to your tits. "I've always wanted to know how your mouth feels on my dick..."

"Really? I'm flattered..." leaning in for a sweeet smooch on his lips. "Seems like... you've been having dirty thoughts about me for a while now..."

"I do..." he answers honestly, gazing straight into your eyes as your faces are just inches away. "I've been a bad friend..."

You kiss the corner of his lips. "It's fine.... I like bad boys..." you whisper sensually before you wrap your hands completely around his length.

You start slowly, pumping him while your eyes are glued to his. You want to see his face, his expression change while you squeeze him. You want to see him melt under your touch.

"Y/N... fuck!" He's breathing goes hectic as you now start to lick him. You are teasing him the way he teased you. "Ahh!" He growls when swirl your tongue on the tip.

Now, you begin to take him all in. Your whole mouth wrapped around his length. You are drooling at how big he is in your mouth but its worth it. His moaning and whimpers are all music to your ears.

"I think I'm going...t-to explode... fucking hell Y/N!"

You give him a final lick from buttom to top before giving him sensual kisses on his abdomen and then to his pecks.

"Do you want to explode inside of me?"

Those words pumped his adrenaline even more. You know it did coz his dick got flexes and got more harder than what it is. He even got up as quickly as he can and take you in for a kiss before he warns you and says, "Now, let me fuck you real good... raw and hard."

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kookslastbutton · 1 year

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prove it to me ༓ jjk (m)

✑ Summary: "I'm not your baby Jungkook. Remember that." Those are the words you say right before jumping into a one night stand with Jeon Jungkook, the man who's constantly annoying you with his college fling stories. You decide maybe just this once you'll play into his game and prove that he's no more average than the rest.

Pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x fem!reader

AU/genre: PWP, smut, humor, fluff, one-sided e2l, friend of friends, oneshot (for now?)

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 5.3k+

Warnings: arguing, swearing, sexual tension, denial of feelin’s, kook’s kind of an @$$ but he got some truth to him, oc's jaded & not buying into kook's bs, myg being a good friend then ditching lmao, kook likes calling oc petnames, kook is bunny boy

sexually explicit content: dom!jk, switch sub!reader, semi-awkward first kiss, unprotected s*x (pls stay safe everyone!!), teasing, foreplay, dirty talk, some manhandling, rough sex, t*itty suck, f*ngering, penetration, cunnilingus, doggy, multiple orgasms (f. receiving), kooks calls her pretty girl, some degradation/dumbification (sl*t calling) & oc has bit of an actual dumby moment but she's still fairly rigid, but not a full brat? Lmao idk

Now playing: Monster in me, Breakfast, LOUD

A/N: ahdjsj?c it's here! 👉👈 a thousand apologies that this is out way later than planned! Uni getting most of my time 😟 But its here and I'm so pumped to share it with you guys!! Hope you enjoy 😗💕

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Jung freaking kook. Just look at him sitting over there, half-naked and wet. Sure, he’s got a towel thrown over a shoulder but it’s so small it’s doing fuck all to dry him off. Obviously he chose it on purpose. He thinks he’s such hot shit but you think he looks like a drowned rat.

And look! He’s got Namjoon’s apartment floor drenched with the pool water he tracked in! Man, if this was your place you’d be handing him a nice mop and bucket right about now.

"They were begging me to go a fourth round, but I was winding down, y'know?" Jungkook's voice echos obnoxiously off the walls. You mentally roll your eyes. He’s got a big mouth too. This must be your twentieth time hearing the same spiel about his little rendezvous with two chicks during undergrad. News flash Jungkook, you're not a god!

The guys are into it, though. You scan the room. Hoseok's on the verge of drooling, and Jimin can't stop grinning. Namjoon and Seokjin are leaning back in their seats, slight smirks pulling at the corners of their mouths. And Taehyung? Don't even get started on him. The man excused himself for the bathroom about ten minutes ago and is still yet to return.

Men. You decided to spend your one free Saturday with men.

You should have accepted Soyeon's offer to go drinking instead. This was the downside of being one of the only females in this so-called "friend group". None of your girlfriends were here! Sure, other women were around, but they were far too busy slinging themselves all over that perfectly chiseled bod–no.

Don't finish that thought.

Lots of guys go to the gym, __. Jungkook is nothing special. These women are obviously brainwashed; unlike them, you don't have time for his little boy games. It's time to get out of here.

"Okay, well, I'm heading out. Nice seeing everyone," you say, rising from your seat.

Jimin whips his head around. "What, already? We haven't gotten to the good part yet."

“There’s a good part?" You scoff. “Or, you mean Jungkook making girl number two squirt all over the bed? Heard it before, don't need to hear it again."

"It was girl number one," Jungkook butts in, eager to correct.

Whatever. You swing the apartment door open, phone and keys in hand. "See most of you on work Monday." You allow the door to slam behind you.

"She okay?" Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, wheels turn in his head.

"Don't worry about her. Work's probably got her beat." Namjoon cracks open a can of beer unfazed.

Jungkook nods, chewing on the bottom of his lip. "Does she–"

"The answer's no. __ doesn't need a good fuck, so put those thoughts away."

Shit, Jungkook swears internally.

Monday morning comes like hell on your doorstep. You're groggy when you wake up, barely getting to the shower. You considered skipping the ritual entirely but couldn't, not with how gross you felt. Project deadlines were right on your tail too, so you needed to either slap yourself awake or kiss your precious job promotion goodbye. You choose the later.

"Hey Minji, how are those files coming along?" You round the corner of the small office. It's 10 o'clock now, and everyone is typing, scanning, copying, and making phone calls until steam comes out of their ears.

"Almost finished." Your coworker, only a few years younger, responds. "Just have to tie up some loose ends, and then I'll hand them to you for review."

"Great. Thanks for–" You pause when you catch a slight grin spreading across Minji's face. Despite all the chaos today, Minji's definitely been the most cheerful. "You seem really happy today. Something good happened recently?"

Minji suppresses the grin and squeezes her palms in her lap. “Nothing in particular. Just glad to be a part of the team."

"Yeah, right!" Hoseok sends a knowing smirk, nearing the two of you. "Someone had a busy night last night, huh? It's okay. __ is cool. You can tell her anything." Once close enough, your coworker pulls you into a casual side hug.

You grimace. It feels weird while at the office.

"Do you mind?" You shrug him off. "It's work hours."

"Well, actually," Minji starts, cheeks rising. "It's nothing like that. I'm going on a date tonight. I'm just a little excited."

Hoseok's mouth forms an 'o', eyes widening. "Really? Who is it?"

"Uh, his name's Jeon–"

"Jungkook?” Jimin’s head pokes up from across the cubicle. Eavesdropping as usual.

"No…," Minji replies. "Who's Jungkook?"

"He's just a close friend of ours." Hoseok gestures between the three of you. “He’s Jeon Jungkook.”

"He's only you guy's friend," you say bitterly. Considering that player as a friend is pushing it for you. Really pushing it.

"C'mon, what's with you and Jungkook?" Jimin says, shooting you a borderline glare. "You've had bad blood with the guy since you met him.”

"Oh, don't start with me Park,” you fold your arms. "You know exactly why I feel the way I do."

You think he'll have a comeback, but he doesn't. Jimin simply sighs and returns to his work. Figures he'd be the one to jump to Jungkook's defense. The man practically idolizes him. That, and he's been best friends with him for the past eight years. Loyalty sure has its perks.

"So! If it's not Jungkook, who's the guy?" Hoseok asks, hoping to switch the topic around.

Minji jolts up in her seat. “Wonwoo," she says. “His name’s Wonwoo. We ran into each other at a friend's birthday party last night."

"Well, good luck with him tonight," you reply, returning to your office. "I'm sure it'll go well." Enough small talk. You have a whole seven hours plus of work left.

6:45 p.m.

The clock on your screen blinks at you. Everyone's gone home by now, and so should you. But you're still here, fingers frantically typing on the keyboard.

“__, go home already." Your finance officer, Min Yoongi, stands in the doorway, resting an arm against the frame. He's got his soft, leather briefcase in the other hand; yes, the one you got him for his birthday a couple months ago.

Yoongi was the only person in your department who often stayed as late as you. He looked like he was on his way out, though. Must have gotten what he wanted done. "I'll get there eventually," you say. "Just finishing some reports for our meeting tomorrow."

"What reports? They're all done."

"Well…my reports."

"You mean, the ones that we don't actually need?" He quirks a brow.

"They're extra just in case. There might be something off, and this might help." Yeah maybe you were making shit up to keep yourself busy, so sue you. What else were you going to preoccupy your time with? You already polished off the last pint of cookies and cream ice cream.

"You're cute." Pushing off the doorframe, Yoongi nears your desk. "You know boss doesn't look at them."

"You never kno–"

"Hey." The authority in your co-worker's voice makes you straighten your posture. "Let's cut the bullshit." In a moment of urgency, he leans his body between you and your computer.

"Excuse you?" You shove his shoulder with both hands, but he stands firm until your computer goes pitch black.

"Here's what we're gonna do." You're gently pulled up and out of your seat by the wrist. "I'm gonna get a drink, and you're coming with me."

The man gathers your coat and bag, slinging them over a shoulder. You feel your legs being lifted off the ground soon after. "I can walk, you know." You reflexively kick your feet in protest. It's been a while since he's picked you up like this.

Yoongi switches off the light and makes his way to the elevator at the end of hall. "Not right now, you can't." He pushes the button, calling it up.

"Ah look at you," you purr, locking your arms around his neck. "Someone's been watching k-dramas after hours. Trying to confess or something?"

He enters the elevator for both of you, amused by your playful remark. "I consider you my friend, __. But if I were trying to confess, I'd just come out with it. Subliminal messaging isn't really my thing.”

Understanding his notion, you close your mouth. What were you supposed to say to that?

You aimlessly watch as the woman pours freshly shaken alcohol into a short, round glass. She finishes the concoction by sticking an orange wedge along the rim. A cocktail, a classic but timeless favorite. Yoongi takes a sip of his whiskey and tilts his head towards you. "Whenever you're ready to spill your guts, let me know."

"Hmm? I don't have anything going on." You down a shot yourself. "Nothing to spill here."

He gives his glass a gentle swirl, liquid splashes against the sides.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Nothing's wrong," you say.

He sets his glass on the bartop, straight-faced.

"Honestly, I don't know what you're getting at. We just came for a drink."

"It's him, isn't it? Bunny boy with the six pack."

Your nose scrunches knowing exactly who he's referring to. With little thought you give a short 'no'.

Yoongi stares at you nonchalantly. "Nice try, but I'm not an idiot, __. I don't know the guy that well, but I know enough that he's been on your mind a lot. You've been real prickly towards him too. Something tells me he's the reason you've been burying yourself in work lately.”

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm just committed to my work. You know me, Ms. married to her job and all." You feign a chuckle. "I assure you, Ju–he's the furthest thing from my mind."

“Mhm...right." He hums unconvinced. "Tell me ms. married to her job, why won't you say his name?"

"Because-" You cut shortly. "I'd rather not think of him right now. Can't we talk about something else or drink in peace?"

He reaches for another taste of his burning liquor. "Alright."

Minutes pass before either of you speaks. You and Yoongi do this often, and you cherish it quite a bit. Sitting in silence after a long day at work soothes both your minds. But the man was right. Your mind isn't settled at all. No. It's buzzing with constant deadlines, family expectations, social commitments–

"Okay it's him!" you blurt out, earning the attention of a few passing diners and even the bartender herself. Shoulders slouch as you grip the glass in front of you. Your eyes shift to your right, side-eyeing Yoongi, silently staring back at you.

"Jungkook...he’s just frustrating,” you finally say. “Fucking this girl, fucking that girl. Do you think I wanna know how many places he's stuck it in? No, I don't. But does that stop him?“

You down your second shot.

"He's been going on about the same lay for three years now. Three years, Yoongi. Honestly, how long's he going to keep it up? ‘They were begging to go again’, like who fucking cares?!” Blood boils through your veins.

A third shot.

"I mean, how good can he be? If you asked me, he's average! Average Jeon Jungkook with probably an even more average dick!”

“Damn, you’re pretty feisty angel.” A man slides on the stool to your left. “Calling me average and everything. Kinda hurts my feelings y’know?”

You nearly choke picking up the man’s voice and scent– fuckin' Jungkook.

You swivel to face him. “Drop the pet names Jeon. I'm not your angel, and I seriously doubt I’m wounding any so called ‘feelings’,” you spit. “Why don’t you take your ego somewhere else…” You nod at the group of women gawking in the corner. Jungkook follows your gaze before meeting your eyes again.

"Not interested," he shrugs his shoulders.

“Oh wow, really?” Maybe sarcasm wasn’t the best way to go but since when did Jungkook start passing up overly eager women…shocker.

"Don't be insulting, __. I probably sleep around a lot more in your head than in real life."

"Please, who are you fooling," you reach for your fourth shot. Jungkook steals it out of your hand, however, shaking his head.

"No, no, no." He sets the glass on his other side, furthest from your grasp. "Someone might be getting a little ahead of herself."

Teeth clench. Is he patronising you?

"Do you mind?" The words spit out of your mouth. "I'm trying to sit and have a nice drink with my friend."

"And what friend would that be?" Jungkook leans forward in his seat, sparing a glance past your figure.

"Yoongi."

"Oh, him…hate to break it to you but he left with some woman earlier.”

You turn around immediately. He's gotta be messing around but damn– Yoongi really left you. That little snake. He'll be hearing from you tomorrow.

Rising from the barstool, you snatch your belongings and make your way to the exit.

"Where are you going, __?” Heavy feet patter after you, following you to the parking lot. "Just 'cause Yoongi's gone doesn't mean you have to leave."

"I'm going home, Jungkook. 6am comes awfully quick." You want him to take the hint that you don't wanna stay but no such luck. You're instead blocked in your path, Jungkook facing you square on. He's a little close, but it doesn't matter. You'll just push around him.

"Alright, I'm sorry!" He wets his bottom lip. "If I've been too explicit about my private life, I'm sorry.” You watch as he rubs the side of his neck. “I tend-I tend to get carried away, especially around the guys. But after hearing what you said back there, I realize I should chill a little."

"Congratulations, you've figured it out.” You stare blankly at the man. “Can I leave now?" Brushing past him, you open your car door and jump inside. Dumb apology.

Fingers reach to shut the door, but Jungkook grips the rim, propping it open. "That can't be all." He leans down, shaking his head. "You clearly have some kind of vendetta against me and I'd like you to tell me why…please."

You blink up, patience running thin. You’re wondering what you should say to get him off your tail, but the longer you linger the more it’ll look like you’re staring. And heaven knows Jungkook gets enough eyes on him as is, especially with his biceps bulging from his shirt.

Not that you’re paying attention or anything but take tonight for instance with those women ogling him in the bar. Like, did he have to wear a white tank top tonight? Show off.

“You’re so arrogant,” you say, clenching your fists. "You act like you're the best thing this world's ever gotten."

It’s obvious that your words strike a cord inside Jungkook. His face, riddled with concern and protest. 'Him, arrogant? What on earth is this woman talking about?' his eyes say.

"That's not true. When have I ever acted like that?"

Baffled. That’s what you are. It takes every ounce of gull left in your body to step out and meet the man at eye level.

"You're kidding. What do you call the constant retelling of your college fling then? Because you sure love the pedestal it gives you! Must have heard it fifty fricken times by now."

"Okay, maybe a bit then, but like I said I just get carried away. Lost in the moment if you will. The guys wanna hear it anyway, and it's just one story, __. Hardly enough basis to say I love myself or some shit."

"But that's exactly it, Jeon. You think everyone will worship at your feet just because you have that one story, a bunny like smile, and the body of a–"

"Woah, wait a second. Did you say worship at my feet? I get you're pissed off at me but come on, that's a bit much."

"It's n---shut up Jungkook!" You snarl. How dare he interrupt you after demanding you to tell him what's wrong. "Don't you ever get tired of running your mouth all the time?!"

"Me running my mouth? You're the one yelling sweetheart." His icy tone sets you off.

"Listen asshole, just for once, can't you just listen! You're so average, fuck!"

"Alright babe, I hear you, damn!" His eyebrows knit together. "And stop saying that I'm average! I'm not, okay?"

"There you go again, acting all entitled with that over inflated ego. I said it before and I'll never stop saying it–you're an average fuck! I don't care how many people you get in your bed."

Jungkook paces backwards, fingers laced behind his head. He cranks his neck back and chuckles. "Oh sweetheart, that's where you're so, so wrong."

"No idea what you're talking about," you say, unmoved.

He steps forward, complete disregard for your personal space. His breath heats your skin. "You absolutely care who I'm with...who I'm talking to...and especially who I'm fucking." He places a hand on the roof of your car. "You care so much that it's eating at you, bit by bit."

You do all you can to ignore the way the back of your neck fires up and how your heart picks up as he speaks but–dammit, this isn't the time! He's messing with your sanity. Or maybe, it's the shots kicking in. Both likely. Either way, you’ll be damned if you let him catch on.

"Fuck off Jungkook!" You push against his muscular chest. The force should have sent him stumbling back, but it only makes him slightly jolt. Courtesy of his rock-solid form.

"Why? 'Cause I'm right?" He traces down your figure. “ 'Cause you're scared of what will happen once we get close?”

Palms sweating, you struggle to form a proper response.

Option A: No, you're not scared in which Jungkook will likely challenge you.

Option B: Yes you're scared in which you let Jungkook be right and your efforts will be in vain.

Or Option C, what you've been doing all along: Fuck off!

Lust clouds over Jungkook's eyes as you remain motionless.

"How 'bout you prove it to me." His voice cuts through your contemplation. "That I'm wrong, that you don't want this, and I'll do the same for you."

You know exactly what he's insinuating– a one night stand. You swore you'd never give in to his antics. Then again, you never thought things would escalate this far either.

But if you agree to sleep with him now, you'll look like a hypocrite. And what of the countless speeches you made about not wanting to be another one of his swooning, giddy women? Still… it's not like you want to sleep with him. And if you do sleep with him, and he's average after all, you'll finally have something to testify to.

That'll knock him down a few pegs.

"So…" You hear Jungkook drawl. "Is that smug expression you got on a yes?"

"Hurry up and unlock the door,” you snap, manners going awry. “I wanna get this done as soon as possible.”

"Relax will you.” Jungkook fiddles with his keys, nearly dropping them with every shuffle. “So bratty when you’re down to get some.” He ushers you forward once managing to crank the door open.

You ignore his snide remark, taking in the spacious room. “Don't tell me that's your bed,” you say. There, in the middle of the living room was a mattress. It was on the smaller side but not in bad shape. If that’s where Jungkook intends to give it to you though, you’ll gladly walk out.

“Seriously?” You're thrown a slightly pissed expression. “It’s for emergencies, okay? My room's down here." He breezes down the hall adjacent to the living room. You follow.

“Better?” A lamp switches on from the corner of the bedroom. The room’s a little bare but you can’t complain, at least it was clean.

"Yeah, its fine." You flicker your eyes at Jungkook, arms length away. Chest tightens, legs begin to shake.

This isn't a dream. You're fully conscious and you're about to jump in bed with Jeon Jungkook.

Inadvertently, you pause down at his lips–they look soft.

Oh fuck it...you can’t stomach anymore delays.

Feeling the adrenaline, you shake your coat off and toss it on the chair to the side. You march up to Jungkook next, grip the fabric of his shirt, and smash your lips against his.

It's unusual at first, sloppy even. You're moving your lips the best you can but it's a struggle getting into a rhythm. Likely because you've never kissed each other before, let alone made out.

The temptation to snort at how ridiculous the whole thing must look jabs at you. But it's when you feel Jungkook smiling through each kiss that it hits you like a ton of bricks–your lips have been the only ones moving.

"So that's how you kiss huh?" Breaking apart, he stares down at you, tongue in cheek. He's teasing you.

Rather than give an answer you smirk and twist the fabric of his shirt. You press your lips to his again but this time it's with more confidence and determination. A heavy grunt falls from his mouth and rough hands grip your hips as teeth clash against teeth.

"Fuck, slow down baby," Jungkook pants between kisses.

You ignore his plead and card through his hair with both hands, yanking on his soft, black strands. "I'm not your baby, Jungkook. Remember that."

Your back slams against the door instantly, knob rattling at the sudden pressure. With one hand, he anchors your wrists above your head while the tatted one wraps tightly around your waist. Saying this isn't turning you on would be a lie, a big fat lie.

"What do you want me to call you then?" Your thighs squeeze together when you feel his bulge brush against your center. His pecs graze atop your breasts too, causing a shiver down your spine. "Can't call you baby, can't call you angel."

You bite the inside of your cheek and gaze at Jungkook through your lashes. A devilish smirk spreads across his face at your chosen silence.

"Guess I'll have to figure it out along the way."

He inches forward, capturing your lips. His tongue licks the seam before pushing in the crevasse. Though you fight, you can't stop from moaning into his mouth.

You find your thoughts drifting to all the other places you'll feel his tongue tonight. Maybe on your neck, or your breasts, inside your thighs–fuck. You're about to soak your panties to bunny boy.

One by one, you feel the buttons of your silk blouse being pulled apart. The delicate material pools at to your feet in seconds, leaving you in your lacy white bra.

"Pretty," Jungkook plays with a strap before bringing his hands down to cup the swell of your breasts. "Not what I expected though...thought red was more your color." He flashes a cocky smirk.

"Very funny, Jung–"

You gasp when his thumbs start swirling tiny circles around your clothed nipples. "How hard are they?" He says.

"Take it off and find out."

"Fuck.” He squeezes your breasts. "You sure?"

Once giving a nod, you're pulled to the bed. Jungkook guides you on your back before settling himself around your waist in a straddled position. When he leans forward to reach behind your back, you feel his length poke you.

"Mm," you muffle a small moan.

He raises a brow. "What's gonna happen when I'm inside you huh?" The straps of your bra sweep off your shoulders. Cool air hits your breasts, nipples pebbling instantly.

"I can take it," you say.

Jungkook's eyes dilate at your bare breasted state. "Sure you can babe." The tips of his fingers graze along your sides. "Cause I'm just an average fuck yeah?"

His palms cup the underside of your boobs, squeezing lightly. He then lowers his lips to the ridge of your ear.

"Gonna make you come by your tits pretty girl." Your back arches as he digs his fingers into the soft flesh.

"Jungkook-"

"Fuck," he hisses. "Rolls off your tongue just right." He trails from your neck down to your naval, leaving open mouth kisses along the way.

Your core twists at the warm sensation. You wanna tell him not to leave marks but something inside you secretly hopes he does.

Jungkook traces back up your torso, giving your buds a few flicks with his thumbs before taking one between his lips. He sucks firmly, switching between breasts. Occasionally you let out a yelp when his teeth tug at them ever so slightly.

You desperately want to rub your thighs together due to the wetness pooling between them but the weight of Jungkook straddling you doesn't allow for much movement.

“Be a good girl and stay still," he says, cocky grin plastered on his face.

You're not a good girl, you pant back though your nearly frozen body would say otherwise.

A few more flicks of his tongue and you know he's made you come from your tits as promised.

Jungkook leans back on the his knees. "I really wanna fuck them now." He tugs on a nipple playfully but you slap his hand away.

"Don't even think about it," you say. "They're sore enough".

"You liked it though."

"Well no shit, I came didn't I? Can't believe it," you mumble under your breath. "Anyway, it's your turn now. Take your shirt off," you nearly demand."

"Even after coming, you're still a fiesty little kitten." He brings his arms around his waist. Your core tightens as you watch the white tank top lift up his muscular upper body and over his head.

"Satisfied?" He studies your expressions.

Instinctively, you trace down his sweaty build; starting with the collarbone. You work your way over to his shoulders after until his pecs draw your attention. And then his diaphragm, leading to the ‘v’ outlining his pelvis.

"Take them off too."

Jungkook gives you a pleased look. "Wanna see how average my cock is?"

You move to an upright position, face close to his. "More like wanna see what it can do." You snap the band of his sweats. "Hmm, what'd you think about that playboy?"

Jungkook's cock twitches. He needs to be inside you before he blows a load in his pants here and now. He gets up from the bed, hooks his thumbs in his sweats and pulls them down along with his briefs.

Alarms go off in your head as his half-harden cock is yanked out of it's confinement. It slaps against his abdomen, tip glowing with precum.

Swallowing, you fiddle with your own pants. It's huge and it's going inside you.

"What if I told you I wanna taste you first?"

You pause your movements and peer up at the man. "You mean...down there?"

You wanna slap yourself from how naive you sound but the thought of Jungkook's head between your legs was an affair you'd never predict to happen.

"Yeah pretty girl," Jungkook quips. "There."

"Uhm," you breath, stomach doing somersaults. "Okay."

He settles between your legs this time, panties kicked off in some odd corner of the room. He gives your inner thigh a kiss before running a finger up your slit.

A lusty moan leaves your lips.

He pushes in a moment later, making you gasp for air. Another finger pushes along side it and after a few pumps he's perfectly stimulating your g-spot.

"Jung-Jungkook fuck!" You grip the sheets from under you.

He brings his thumb over your clit, toying with the bundle of nerves. "Am I doing it right __?" He's teasing again.

You nod vigorously. "Don't stop...please. Don't you dare stop."

Jungkook hums in approval, low and breathy, but retracts his fingers from your soaking cunt. They're quickly replaced with his tongue however, licking a broad stripe up your folds. The action is repeated over and over until your once again digging your nails into his scalp.

"M' gonna come," you say with a shaky voice.

As if an invitation, he dips in your heat. A string of profanities spill out.

Shit shit shit, you chant as you release on his tongue.

Jungkook lifts his head up from between your legs and wipes his mouth off. "You're fucking sexy." He presses a deep kiss on your lips, long and messy. "And you taste sweet too."

"Fuck me," you nearly beg. "And call me a slut while your at it."

"You su–"

"You don't have to use a condom either. I'm on the pill."

"Real–"

"Yes Jungkook."

He shifts back from your body, chest inflating and deflating. "On your hands and knees then."

As soon as the words leave his mouth you flip over, your full backside in his view. Did you feel exposed? Hell yeah. But that's part of the fun.

You turn your head over a shoulder to see Jungkook inching behind you. From this angle you feel so small. You bite your lip, anticipation driving you wild.

"Don't forget what I asked for earlier playboy."

Hovering over your back, his breath tickling your skin. "And what makes you think I'll listen to you pretty girl?" His length brushes between your asscheeks.

You whine.

"Jungkook–"

All at once he aligns himself with your hole and thrusts himself in. The fullness of the stretch has your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Fuck, you're so big," you moan.

"Yeah? You like this," he grunts, starting off a steady pace. "I knew you would." He nips your ear. "Cute how dumb little sluts like you think they know what they want, but really, they don't have a clue."

Your breathe hitches, squeezing around his length. "What about---fuck---assholes like you who decide what others want before asking?"

The bed jolts forward. You cling to all you can to steady yourself.

"It's not really deciding for others if they already want it, is it?" He snaps his hips. "I'm merely helping them, like an asset."

"Shu---god fuck!"

"Deny it all you want but we both know how hard this little pussy's clenching around my big, fat cock. Been wanting this for a while hasn't it?" Beads of sweat drip from Jungkook's brow. His wavy, black locks dangle in front of his eyes.

Helplessly, you start rocking yourself on him, meeting his thrusts in perfect sync.

"Holy shit–" Jungkook groans. "You get me so fucking turned around. Can't even be in a room with me for five minutes before you're clawing for a way out but here you are, desperate to take my cock."

"What can I say," you barely gasp, beyond wound up. "Can't stand arrogant jerks like you."

He snorts. "But you'll sure fuck 'em won't you? Slut."

Walls tightening, knees shaking, it takes only one last hard thrust and you're spasming around him.

Jungkook coaxes you through your high with broken grunts. "Fuck, you feel so tight and warm around me. Gonna come pretty girl? Gonna come all over my cock aren't you?"

"Jung---Jungkook!"

"It's okay sweetheart, you can do it. Fucking cream it."

And you do.

With his cock coated with your cum, Jungkook fucks through his own high. "Hang in there __, I'm almost there," he says, thrusts sloppy.

Once he releases into you his body grows limp on yours. A small yelp tells him to slide out and off you.

As you lie next to each other, panting heavily, you're the first to break the silence.

"I think I've proven my point. You gonna shut up about your story now?"

"I don't know which point that would be but sure," Jungkook turns his head to the side with a lazy smirk. "I'll shut up about the story. I have a new one on my mind anyway."

God what have you done. Uncaged the beast, that's what.

A/N: thanks for stopping by, happy to hear your thoughts ☺💗

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I Need You to be Okay

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Request: Hey absolutely love your writing. Could you please do one about the reader getting hurt really badly on a hunt but totally hides it because she has a crush on Sam and he's like often a bit of a dick to her because he likes her too but is scared to say anything. Anyways she hides this injury and the next morning Sam can't wake her up and absolutely freaks out coz he's shaking her and slapping her face n stuff and she's just totally limp and he ends up finding the injury, stitching her up and she wakes up to him hugging her. It all ends sweet and fluff and they kinds get together. So sorry for that ramble love your writing. Thanks soo much if you do write it.

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Story:

"There isn't another hunter available Dean, we're the only ones who don't currently have a case, and it's only a day's drive from here". Sam said from his seat in the bunker's library. He'd found what looked like a werewolf case earlier that morning, and had informed Dean that he was going to take it. Dean was annoyed, because the last case hadn't gone particularly well. It had been a witch hunt, and it had left him with a broken leg and had left Cas drained, neither of them were up for another hunt yet. Cas was stuck in bed until his grace regenerated, and Dean couldn't go anywhere without crutches. Sam had escaped with only scratches, and [Y/N] hadn't gone on the case since she'd been out of town visiting a friend at the time.

"You're not doing a solo hunt, we can't come and rescue you if things go south". Dean said as he took a sip from his beer. Sam didn't think he'd seen him without some form of alcohol in his hand since the last hunt.

"These people are having their hearts ripped out, I can't just sit here and ignore it". Sam glared at his older brother, and they sat staring each other down for a few minutes.

"[Y/N] is due back this afternoon. You can go with her". Dean seemed happy with this compromise he proposed, but Sam didn't.

"I'm not going on a hunt with just [Y/N]". He was quick and firm in his statement, and Dean raised an eyebrow at him.

"She's been hunting with us for over a year now, you still haven't gotten past your feelings for her?"

"I don't have feelings for her, Dean. I don't like hunting with her, she's reckless. Even moreso than you and that's saying something. She's always throwing herself in front of whatever monster there is, she needs everyone to worry and fawn over her. It's dangerous, not just for her, it compromises all of us". Sam stated and Dean scoffed at him.

"You think she protects us because she wants attention? Nothing to do with the fact that maybe she cares about us?" Sam looked away from him and focused back on his laptop. "Wait, wouldn't you be happy to know she wants your attention anyway? Not like you can't take your eyes off her when you think no one's looking". Dean said, and Sam continued to ignore him, only shaking his head in response.

After sitting in silence while Sam dug more into the case on his laptop and Dean continued drinking for awhile longer, Sam eventually closed his laptop and stood up. "I'm taking the case, it's definitely a werewolf".

"Then [Y/N]'s going with you".

"Dean. I can handle it on my own, she's not gonna want to come with just me anyway". He tucked his laptop under his arm and was about to walk away before Dean could argue back, when he heard footsteps coming towards the library.

"Hey!" [Y/N] walked into the library, her bag from her trip on her shoulder. "How's your leg?" She asked Dean, looking past Sam.

"Fine. How was the trip?"

"It was good, it was nice to see some old friends. I'm glad to be back though". She looked up as Sam went to walk past her. "Where are you going?"

"To my room". He said. "What are you, my keeper?"

"He's got a hunt". Dean called from his chair. "Werewolf. You're good with those, right?" Dean smirked at Sam's annoyed face.

"I'd be up for a hunt, especially since I missed the last one". She smiled up at Sam, and ignored how he rolled his eyes and continued to glare at Dean. While [Y/N] and Dean got on really well, she found Sam difficult. He always found an excuse not to talk to her or be around her, and he'd always yell at her for everything she did on hunts. Every decision she made was wrong in Sam's eyes. At the beginning she thought he was just like that; Dean was the friendly and easygoing brother, Sam was closed off. However, Sam's closed off-ness turned into rudeness when he started to straight up just not listen to her or talk over her. Then his rudeness turned into hostility when he started to make snide comments and be overly sarcastic with her. She'd spoken to Dean about it, but he'd just said 'if he pulls your hair it means he likes you' and brushed it off. What really got to her was when she realised he was perfectly friendly towards other hunters and friends. She remembered the first time she met Donna, when Sam had no problem hugging her, asking her how she'd been, telling her they should try and meet up more. It was like she was witnessing a completely different person to the Sam she knew. What hurt even more was that she had a very big and at times difficult to hide crush on him. No one could deny how physically attractive Sam was, but it was how much he cared that drew her in. She often watched how he interacted with victims on cases, how kind and thoughtful he was towards them, how he always had everyone else's best interests in front of his own. Everyone except [Y/N]'s it seemed.

"I'm doing it alone". Sam said, looking to Dean over [Y/N]'s head.

"I'm down here Sam". She waved at him and he continued to glare at his brother. She sighed, looking to Dean for backup.

"Look what happened last time she didn't join us". Dean gestured down at his cast. "C'mon, you two could do with some quality time. I could do with some me time too". He took a final sip from his beer. Finally, Sam looked down at [Y/N] and pointed his finger at her.

"You follow me, okay? You take my lead. We're leaving at 5am, if you're not out by the car by then I'll leave without you". Before giving her a chance to respond, he was gone. She shared a look with Dean who just shrugged and asked her to get him another beer while she was up, fully milking his broken leg and trying to get as much as he could out of it. She dropped her bag off in her room before grabbing him and herself a beer, and spent the rest of the afternoon catching up with Dean before getting an early night.

***

The drive was silent. Sam hadn't said two words since they'd begun their journey, which was going to be 12 hours. When she'd asked him for information on the case, he just shoved a bunch of paper at her and grunted a 'read' to her while he focused on the road. She decided not to push it and just sit quietly and read as much as she could. About four hours in she was getting hungry. Looking up to Sam, she paused for a moment to take in how the morning sun was soaking into his skin, how it gave him a halo. Not allowing herself to be drawn in too much, she cleared her throat and brought it up. "Can we stop for food soon?"

"It's only 9am, it's too early for lunch".

"Yeah but we left four hours ago. I need the restroom too".

Sam sighed, glancing at his watch before looking back out at the road. "Look up somewhere to stop then".

***

Their stop at a diner wasn't very eventful. Sam had ordered a coffee, [Y/N] had ordered a breakfast, and they sat in silence. [Y/N] used the time to look up a bit more about the case on her phone, while Sam had brought his laptop in with him. They only made one other, very similar stop before arriving at the motel in the evening. [Y/N] had a quick shower to wake herself up before she got into her FBI gear; the plan was to head to the hospital and interview a potential witness. She stepped out of the motel's restroom and found Sam dressed in his suit, sitting on one of the beds with his laptop on his lap. He glanced up at her as she walked over to her bag on the second bed, and when she caught his gaze he looked away immediately. If the lighting wasn't so poor in the room she would have sworn his cheeks and ears turned pink as he looked away. She opened her bag and put the clothes she had been wearing earlier into it, and took out her fake badge and her gun, along with a silver knife.

She looked over at Sam, and once again she found herself pausing. He was facing away from her, and she let her eyes wander over the expanse of his back. She couldn't understand how someone could have such broad shoulders, how his hair looked so perfect no matter what situation they were in, how someone could be so strong. She imagined what it would be like to be allowed to touch those shoulders, or his hands, or his hair, or his lips... she shook her head to snap herself out of it. "Are you ready to go?" She asked and he closed his laptop.

"Yep". She figured the trip would consist of one word answers, which at least were better than insults. She decided not to push it.

***

"And it just ran off into the woods?" [Y/N] asked the witness, a teenager who'd broken his leg after running away from what he described as the monster. They were in a small hospital room, and had been interviewing the teen for thirty minutes, but it had been like drawing blood from a stone.

"Yeah". He shrugged.

"Is there anything else you remember other than it looking like a 'monster'? Fangs? Claws? Was it wearing clothes?" Sam asked. "Did it try to attack you or did you just run when you saw it?"

"Dunno". Sam let out a frustrated sigh at the teenager's response, but it satisfied [Y/N], Sam getting a taste of his own medicine. She looked over her notes, trying to tie together everything the boy had told them.

"So, you were out jogging alone at night time, on a school night, then you heard a noise, saw a monster, and ran? And now your friend is missing, is that all correct?"

"I guess".

"And you definitely weren't out there with your friend?" She watched as the boy's jaw clenched and he looked away from both of them. Sam cleared his throat and looked at the teen expectantly.

"He's not my friend, okay?" He snapped and crossed his arms.

"Was he out there with you? Whether or not he's your friend, we need to know. If he was out there then he could be in real danger". [Y/N] explained. The teenager swallowed and unfolded his arms.

"Well, he was my friend. He told me he wanted to show me something, something where adults couldn't see us. I thought he got his hands on some alcohol or something, okay?"

"Go on". Sam pressed, and the teen sighed, running his hand down his face.

"I snuck out, I met him in the forest, but he didn't have anything with him to show me. Then he just... changed".

"Changed how?" [Y/N] asked.

"He picked up this rock, like must have been ten times heavier than anything he'd ever lifted in the gym. I thought it was cool first, like he had powers? But then his eyes, they... glowed? And his teeth grew, and his nails, and he was... snarling? Growling? I dunno. Whatever it was, it wasn't human. I ran. I didn't look back until I fell over that stupid branch and broke my leg. I had to call my dad my dad to come get me".

"And your friend? Have you seen him since?"

"No, and I never want to see him again". He shuddered.

"If he contacts you, you call this number, alright?" Sam handed him a card and he took it, nodding. [Y/N] closed her notebook and put it into her bag. She was about to follow Sam, who had stepped out into the corridor, when he turned to her. "Stay in here, watch him". He ordered before closing the door behind him. Thinking this was unusually rude even by Sam's standards, she quickly walked over to the door and opened it, looking around for Sam. She quickly spotted him at the end of the corridor, pressing a shorter man against the wall. She quietly closed the door behind her and stepped out to walk towards them. After a few steps she could see that the person Sam had pinned against the wall was the missing teen, who looked terrified by Sam.

As much as [Y/N] and Sam clashed, watching him hold the teen to the wall made her appreciate the fact that she wasn't the one Sam was hunting. His grip on the teen's shirt was tight, his jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed, and he towered over him. Sam was powerful. The teen was rambling about something, but [Y/N] couldn't make out what he was saying. She quietly took her knife out of her bag, deciding to keep her distance for now and not interfere.

Whatever the teen was saying, she could tell that Sam wasn't believing it, his grip slowly tightening. Suddenly, a doctor walked around the corner, distracting Sam for just a moment, but it was long enough for the teen to push him. [Y/N] had already known from what the witness had described that his friend was the werewolf, but watching how easily he was able to push Sam was a definite confirmation. "Run!" She shouted at the doctor, who stood there frozen. "Now! GO!" The doctor snapped out of it and ran back the way he'd come, but her shouting had attracted the attention of the werewolf teen. Sam moved to stand up, but the teen kicked him, pushing him back against the wall before he sprinted down the corridor right towards [Y/N]. With her knife at the ready, she braced for impact, and it came, hard. The teen slammed straight into her, grabbing at her knife while tackling her to the ground.

"Let... go". He growled out, his eyes glowing at her. Although her strength was no match for his, he was clumsy and inexperienced. She managed to keep the knife just out of his reach, before he rammed his fist into her stomach. Winding her, she coughed and lost concentration, allowing the teen to grab her knife. He winced in pain as the silver burned his skin, and grabbed her hand instead, forcing it downwards and using it to stick the knife straight into her side. She screamed out in pain, desperately trying to grab her wound as he leaned back. He was about to punch her again when he paused, his eyes widening, he tried to inhale but was struggling, only gasping in small amounts of air and clutching his chest. Sam pulled him backwards off [Y/N], letting him fall back onto the floor, revealing his own knife covered in blood. She clutched her side as she moved over to the wall, trying to find some way to support herself as she watched the teen slowly stop moving, his eyes remaining open.

Sam checked for a pulse while [Y/N] bit her tongue, quickly pulling the knife out. It hadn't gone all the way in, but it was still very painful. She didn't need Sam to see it, he hadn't wanted her on the hunt in the first place, and she just knew he would start complaining about how she always got hurt on hunts. She just wanted to get back to the motel room, clean it, get some rest, and drive straight back to the bunker. She applied pressure to it with her hand, and Sam turned to her. "You hurt?" He asked.

"No, he just winded me". She gritted her teeth, the pain stabbing at her as she spoke. "Is he dead?"

"Yeah, we should get out of here".

"Do we need to hide the body?" [Y/N] asked, still from the floor. Sam looked down to the body and nodded.

"Yeah, but we'll have to be fast, that doctor probably called someone. Look for something we can put him in before we get him outside".

***

[Y/N] had managed to keep her discomfort from Sam hidden as they carried the body out from the hospital and into the Impala. She'd applied some gauze from the car's first aid kid while Sam had been putting the body into the trunk, and it was holding up so far. She was struggling by the time they got to a clearing in the local forest. The twisting and turning that they'd had to do while carrying the body through trees had caused her side to burn with every movement. She'd powered through it though, and Sam had insisted that it would be faster if he just dug a hole himself, refusing to let her help and telling her to stand guard instead. It was dark by the time they'd set the body on fire, watched it burn and thrown some dirt on top of it. She was tired, felt hot, and was also feeling dizzy. She walked in front of Sam back to the Impala, and halfway there she lost all sense of balance and fell forwards onto the ground. Sam was quick to grab her shoulders and pull her up, which she was grateful for since she didn't think she'd be able to get up herself, but he was also quick to tell her to watch where she was going.

She was exhausted by the time she slid into the Impala's passenger seat, and was momentarily thankful for Sam's lack of conversation as he drove them back to the motel in silence. [Y/N] sat down on her bed, waiting for Sam to go into the shower so she could have a proper look at her wound. She was surprised and confused when he grabbed a first aid kit out of his bag and pulled over a chair, sitting in front of her. "What are you doing?" She asked.

"You fell in the forest, show me your hands". He was taking out some antiseptic wipes, and looked at her, waiting. She rolled back her sleeves and held her hands out palms facing upwards to him. There were a few scratches on both of them, and one larger cut on her left hand. Sam took her left hand in his. His hand was rough, but warm and gentle. It was a lot larger than hers and she watched as he cleaned the cut and examined it before cleaning her right hand. "You don't need stitches". He said as he closed up the first aid kit. "Are you bruised from the punch?" He asked, looking down at her stomach. She was quick to pull her arm over her side, pulling her jacket closed to hide the blood under it and she shook her head.

"No, it's fine". She said and Sam gave her a short nod before getting up and putting the chair back. She watched him move around the room, grabbing stuff from his back before heading into the bathroom and locking the door. As soon as the door was locked, she took her jacket off and slowly lifted her shirt, checking on the gauze. It was a deep ache now, and it stung every time she inhaled. She gathered up some suturing supplies from her first aid kit and hid them within a clean set of clothes so that she could sneak them into the bathroom past Sam when he was finished. She felt her forehead, and she still felt warm, so she took out a bottle of antibiotics from her bag and quickly took a couple of pills.

When Sam came out of the bathroom, he had changed clothes and had gone straight to his phone. She watched as his wet hair hung down over his eyes and slowly dripped before he ran his hand through it, pushing it back. "I'm gonna get some food, I'll be back in a bit". He said, and she nodded, gathering up her clothes and supplies and walking into the bathroom. She sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked tired, drained, and she could see that she was shivering. She unbuttoned her shirt and slid it off before starting to peel the gauze off. The wound was narrow, but it was still bleeding and she knew it needed stitches. Stitching herself up wasn't unfamiliar to her, she hunted solo long before she met the Winchesters. That didn't mean that it didn't hurt every time she had to do it though. She gritted her teeth as she cleaned the wound and began to sew it up, finishing off with covering it with a fresh clean bandage. Once she was finished washing up and getting changed, she made her way back to her bed. Feeling a little lightheaded, she lay down and closed her eyes for a few minutes to rest for a bit.

***

[Y/N] was asleep when Sam arrived back. He'd brought back some food for her too, but he didn't want to wake her. She'd fallen asleep on top of her bed, and he paused while he was setting his food down on the table. He never really saw her look so peaceful, she was always busy doing something, talking about something, he never really saw her take a break. He watched as her chest slowly rose and fell with her breathing, quiet little snores accompanying them. He smiled to himself, he never let himself look at her too long while she was awake, scared that she'd catch him and that he'd make things weird. He never quite knew how to act around her. He knew he had a crush on her, Dean knew he had a crush on her, but [Y/N] didn't know, and he wanted to keep it that way. Sam's girlfriends never lasted long. He didn't know if he was cursed or what, but he didn't want to risk putting [Y/N] in any more danger than she already was, being a hunter. He quietly ate his food before deciding to go to bed too. The sooner they could get back to the bunker and go their separate ways, the better. He walked around [Y/N]'s bed to his own, and stripped down into his underwear before climbing in under the covers. He lay there awake for ten minutes or so, staring up at the ceiling until he gave in. He couldn't help himself.

He got out of his bed and walked around to [Y/N], carefully pulling off her shoes and maneuvering her so he could pull the covers down and lay them back on top of her. Her hair fell over her face as he let go of the covers, and without thinking he brushed it back. His hand lingered on her cheek, and he felt a strong warmth in his chest as she snuggled into his hand. Standing there in shock for a moment, he then quickly pulled his hand back and stepped away from her bed.

***

It took Sam a long time to get to sleep that night, and he only finally fell asleep a couple of hours before his alarm went off the following morning. Lazily turning off the alarm, he checked the time before pushing his covers back and going in for a shower. He expected [Y/N] to be up waiting for him when he got out, but to his surprise, she was still asleep in her bed. "[Y/N]?" He called out. "You awake?" He began to pack everything away into his bag as he waited for a response, but she didn't stir. "Hey, it's time to go, come on". He said as he walked over to stand beside her. "[Y/N]". He said again and gently shook her shoulder, but she didn't respond. "[Y/N]?" He tried again, his eyebrows scrunching together in confusion. [Y/N] wasn't a heavy sleeper by any means, in fact she was usually the first to wake up after a hunt, so this was unusual. He grabbed both of her shoulders and shook her a bit harder, starting to panic slightly. "Hey, come on". He tapped her cheek, pulling back in confusion from the heat he felt.

He pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. "Shit". It was clear she had a high temperature. "Shit, shit shit". He began to turn her head side to side, looking for an injury, then feeling around her neck and shoulders. "[Y/N], you need to wake up, if you got hurt yesterday then I need to know where". He tried to remember what he saw happen, he knew the wolf had knocked her down, had she hit her head? He couldn't see any marks on her skin. He quickly pulled the covers off her and scanned her body, his eyes immediately being drawn to the bloodstain on the sheets, matching the blood on the side of her top. He pulled her top up to reveal a bloody bandage.

He felt a cold wave throughout his body as he pulled the bandage off. She had stitched it, but the stitches had come loose. Thoughts of the stitches ripping as he'd moved her last night raced through his mind, but he pushed them back as he examined it. It was hot and red, clearly she hadn't been able to clean it properly between it happening and getting back to the motel. He thought about bringing her to the hospital, but there was no way he could get her in there without both of them being arrested, he had no doubt that they'd been caught on camera carrying the body out, and the teen witness and the doctor they saw would be able to ID them no problem. The next nearest hospital was miles away; he had to fix it himself and get them back to the bunker, hopeful that enough of Cas' grace had regenerated to heal her.

He grabbed her bag and pulled out her first aid kit, quickly pulling her top all the way off to get better access to the wound. He cleaned it thoroughly and got to work stitching it up. Sam was best as stitching, he usually did that for both Dean and [Y/N] since they tended to rush it. Sam took his time, making sure it was neat and that would hold, before covering it with a bandage. He routed through her bag again and took out the bottle of pills, groaning when he looked at the expiry date. "This is exactly what I mean about you being reckless, I told you to replace these months ago. They may aswell be sugar pills". He tossed them away and grabbed his own supply, pushing a couple of pills into her mouth and forcing her to swallow. He took a deep, slightly trembling breath as he watched her sleep, waiting for some sort of sign that she was going to be okay. "Come on Sweetheart". He reached forwards and stroked her cheek, still hot under his touch. "I need you to wake up, I need you to be okay". He ignored the tear that drip down his own cheek as he stared at her eyes, waiting for them to open. "Please". He sniffed.

He had sat there and watched her for what felt like hours, but was really only several minutes, when he tried shaking her again. "[Y/N]". He tried again, waiting for a response. "Please". He grabbed her shoulders and shook harder, before wrapping his arms around her back and pulling her up into a sitting position and pressing her head to his chest. He wiped his tears away before leaning his cheek on the top of her head, and swaying both of them. "Please". He whispered.

"Sam?" A small voice sounded from under him and he immediately pulled himself away to look down at her. "What's going on?" She asked, looking up at him.

"You're okay". He grabbed her tight and pulled her back into him again. "Fuck, you're okay". He held her close for a moment before pushing her back to see her face. "What the fuck were you thinking?" He asked, and she gave him a look of confusion. "Why didn't you tell me you got stabbed? You nearly died [Y/N]! You wouldn't wake up this morning, and I found you in a puddle of blood, a knife wound in your side. Why didn't you tell me you were hurt? I cleaned your hands like a fucking idiot last night while you were literally bleeding out in front of me, why would you do that to me?"

She blinked at him, completely taken aback by what he'd just said. "I.. I thought you'd be mad". She said. "You're always mad when I get hurt on hunts, you tell me I'm reckless and stupid, I didn't want to hear that yesterday Sam, not from you".

"Jesus, [Y/N]". He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "If you get stabbed you need to tell someone, okay?" Guilt was flowing through him at this stage, knowing that his efforts to keep a distance between them had endangered her life. She was still staring back at him in a slight state of shock and he sighed. "Look, I know I've been a dick to you. I know you'll find it hard to believe, but I do care about you. I just... I like you, more than I should, and that's dangerous. I know you've heard about Jess, and Maddison, and Sarah, and I just... I can't watch you die, okay? You're too important". He was about to ramble on about how scared he was to lose her when he was stopped in his tracks by her lips against his. It took him a moment to register what was happening before he closed his eyes and kissed her back. His hands flew up to either side of her head and he kissed her hungrily, like he'd been waiting for this since the moment he met her. He licked at her bottom lip and she opened her mouth to him, letting their tongues collide. Her hands gripped his shoulders, finally able to feel them for herself instead of imagining what they felt like, and she moaned as his hands slipped into her hair.

He began to push her back onto the bed when she winced and breathed in sharply, snapping him out of it. "Sorry". She said as she grabbed the bandage.

"No, I'm sorry, I got carried away". He could feel his cheeks heating up a little. "I, uh, I didn't mean to do that". His hands were still in her hair as he stared down at her. "I'm sorry for everything".

"Does this mean you won't be a dick anymore?" She smiled up at him and pecked his lower lip, pulling a small chuckle from him.

"I guess it does. Come here". He tucked her head under his chin and breathed in deeply, savouring the moment. They had a long drive back to the bunker and a lot to talk about, but in that moment, everything felt right, to both of them.

The end

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goddessofmischief · 6 months

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AUGUST (SHANKS X READER)

A/N: This is part of this series, which requests are open for! These fics are all one-shots, so they can be read separately. Also, I highly recommend listening to the song linked in the title while you read, and please leave a comment when you've finished!

It took six weeks and a shipwreck to get you into the arms of the man that you loved, and you didn't regret a thing.

Little known pirate fact: the Oro Jackson's final resting place is a little island in the murkier side of the East Blue, far from pirates or Marines or anything at all. Here it lies to this day.

It arrived at this spot on a fated morning on an afternoon in August, when you, Shanks and Buggy were embroiled in the most terrible of arguments.

The tension had not dissipated from the days earlier, when Shanks had unceremoniously declared himself Captain, and Buggy was comfortable voicing his feelings - almost all of his feelings - out in the open now.

Starting with this one.

"We're not moving fast enough," Buggy complained. He had this particular feeling a lot.

"The ship can only go so fast. You know that," Shanks chided, jokingly. "...You've been on it for years."

"You know that's not what I mean. The One Piece is out there and we're supposed to be trying to claim it - now everyone's trying to claim it, aren't they? - but we're still wandering."

"We're preparing for the journey!"

"Oh, sure, like we really need all these maps. The only one that we really need is the map to the Grand Line, and we haven't even gotten it yet."

Shanks had been dispatching the two of you out for maps for the past few months, and many of your efforts had ended unsuccessfully. Buggy was beginning to tire of it.

"We're doing the best we can, Bugs, you know that," you tried, and Buggy cut you off.

"'You know that,'" Buggy imitated, and you and Shanks blinked at him with wide, vacuous eyes. "You two are even beginning to sound like each other, you know that? What, do you two get off on bullying me?"

"Yes," said Shanks, at the same time you said "No, of course not."

"No, of course not," Shanks amended, all too late.

"Fine," Buggy snapped, grabbing his satchel.

"Hey, where're you going-"

"You're not threatening to leave again, are you?"

"No, idiots! I'm going down to the port for a drink. Don't join."

You and Shanks sighed, exchanging weary looks with each other as Buggy departed the ship.

"So... what do you wanna do while we wait?"

...

"Careful," you warned idly, watching Shanks jerk the captain's wheel from one side to the next.

"Sorry, I'm just - I'm still getting the hang of this, I'm not used to steering-"

"It's alright," you assured him. "We're all learning things."

He had promised you there was an especially appealing island close by - something he'd discovered on his own and was anxious to share with you.

"Maybe you could let me try-"

"It's fine, I got it-"

"Shanks, let me steer-"

"I can do it-"

"What are you trying to prove?!"

"Nothing!"

The ship found that island, alright. It slammed right into the rocks in front of it.

"Oh, my God," you uttered, hand covering your mouth. Shanks stared ahead in total disbelief.

The ship was wrecked. You crashed. The ship was crashed. You and Shanks crashed Roger's ship. You and Shanks crashed Roger's ship. Buggy would never forgive you.

It was your fault.

It wasn't really - you would realize this, later on - but in the moment, that's how it felt.

"Shanks?" You shook him a little. He was seemingly catatonic, still staring straight ahead at the rocks.

"We..."

You nodded, grimly, trying to get him alert again.

"Come on, we're stuck. We have to figure something out."

...

Well, at least it was a nice island to be stuck in.

You and Shanks started a fire on the beach, after hours of searching and confirming there didn't seem to be anyone else on the island.

"Can't believe we wrecked it," Shanks mused. "It was the only home I've ever known."

"...Buggy's going to kill us."

Shanks glanced at you, a hint of amusement on his face.

"That's really what you're worried about?"

"Aren't you?"

"I think I'm more concerned with how we're going to get off this island. I'm beginning to realize that we can't. I guess we could try swimming out, but- no, it's too deep."

"So, we're stuck?"

Shanks confirmed your worry with a weary nod.

"We're stuck."

...

You didn't speak to each other again for another four days.

There was enough fruit on the island to live on, enough water stored on the wrecked Oro Jackson. The two of you could barely look at each other, repulsed by the shame of what you had done.

On the fifth day, you began to worry.

"Shanks?" you called out, shouting his name loud enough that he should have heard it. "Shanks, look, we better start making more permanent plans-"

He didn't respond.

"Shanks, come on, I don't wanna fight-"

You stopped dead in your tracks. Your brain couldn't handle what you had saw.

Shanks, flat on the ground under a palm tree.

You realized he must've fallen - the flares beside him indicated he was trying to call for help - your fault again, everything is awful and it's your fault, Shanks was dead and it was all your fault.

"No," you whispered, breath scarcely escaping your body. You collapsed to the ground, searching his face for signs of life, cradling his head in you hands. "Wake up, please, wake up- please, I need you to come back, I don't want to be alone-"

Shanks coughed, suddenly breathing again, and you realized with a rush of relief that he'd only been unconscious. His eyes scanned over you, a little smile teasing at the edge of his lips.

"Are you an angel? Am I in heaven?"

You cried in relief, not even having the energy to make fun of his stupid remarks.

"No, you idiot, you're here on earth with me."

Shanks noticed your hand was resting over his heart, and he brought his own hand up to meet it.

"You were crying over me?" he asked, cockily. You shook your head as the tear tracks staining your face betrayed you.

"I thought you were dead."

"I think I was."

"Did you see Roger?" you asked, almost laughing.

"I don't think I was dead long enough," he said. "I had to come back, you see. Had to be where you were."

As long as you had known Shanks, you had carried with you a indecipherable ache. It was today that the ache finally rose out of you, and today that you bent your face down far enough to connect your lips to his - on purpose, this time. He met them.

"We're still stuck on this island, you know," you murmured, finally pulling away.

His eyes sparkled.

"I'd forgotten."

...

For the next three weeks, your life was a montage of sun-drenched beaches, bare shoulders and tanned skin. Water everywhere, sand in everything. Salt air stung your tongue and infused all your kisses.

You barely felt like a pirate anymore. Life was that good. You felt more like a creature of the sea, tossed by the waves, unbothered by the silly human things that had once so concerned you - what One Piece? What Buggy? What Mihawk? You and Shanks were connected by everything, ebbing and flowing out of each other like it was the only thing that made sense.

Despite this backdrop of love, there was one thing that was clear. You were going to die. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon. The water from the ship would run out, and the fruit would run out, and then there would be no more left, and you and he would merely be skeletons left scattered on the shore, then dust.

"I can't even regret it," you sighed, head on his chest. "Not with everything that's happened."

"Do you think Buggy will miss us?"

"I don't know," you said with a guilty pang. "I guess I hadn't thought of him for awhile. I wish I could let him know what became of us. Mihawk, too."

"Could you not talk about Mihawk during moments like this?"

You laughed, kissing him lightly on the nose.

"I wonder how many sunrises we have left."

"Enough," he said, and after that the talking ended.

...

Little did you know, Buggy hadn't slept for weeks.

Okay, hadn't slept was an overexaggeration - he had little winks now and then, just a few, just to keep himself alive. He'd be no good to you or Shanks dead.

He'd been to four islands by now, and had scoured every one of them. What he really couldn't understand is how the Oro Jackson could have gone anywhere unnoticed. The citizens of the island he had been on recalled it in the port, when you dropped him off, and then it vanished like a ghost. The one ship every Marine in the world was looking for, and not one person would admit to seeing it.

It was killing him.

He couldn't imagine what had happened to you - Shanks, too, but he worried more for you, mostly for the reason that he was sure you would never leave him on purpose. It was possible for Shanks to have left, but you, too? Wouldn't happen.

The thought crossed his mind, once or twice, that the two of you had gotten sick of him and run away together, but it seemed impossible after how desperately you'd tried to keep him from leaving. You wouldn't just leave him now.

Maybe you were kidnapped. Or hungry. Or cold. Or-

Wait, was that the ship?

"Buggy!" he heard a chorus of familiar voices call out, frantically waving their arms on the beach. A familiar burst of red hair was immediately apparent amongst the grains of white sand.

"What the... the hell," he muttered, rowing the small boat he'd attained to look for you beside the crashed ship. He'd never realized how absolutely massive it was until it was in pieces. Even now, weeks later, rotted wood planks scattered the shore.

"Buggy!"

He barely had a moment to climb out of the boat and throw his oars aside before you and Shanks barreled towards him at full speed, both locking him in a tight embrace.

"You saved us," you whispered, burying your face in the nape of his neck. Shanks hugged him gratefully, too. It felt good having both of you back again. For a little while, Buggy had feared he would have to walk the world alone.

"What the hell happened?"

"Crashed," you explained, your cheeks flushed from the excitement.

"Did it just... did you not see the rocks?"

You shook your head, still completely overwhelmed.

"We thought we were going to die."

"I was beginning to think you were already dead!"

"You saved us," you emphasized, salt water stinging your eyes. "I could kiss you."

Buggy's face went blank, as did yours. Clumsily, you reached over and gave him a peck on the cheek, and smiled. In one fluid motion, you pulled back, and Shanks looped his arm around your waist. You and Shanks glanced at each other, still grinning, and you rested your head on his shoulder.

That was the moment he knew something had changed. Something was different, since the last time he'd seen you.

"You guys..." he tried to put the words together. "You guys... what, uhh, what did you guys do for six weeks?"

Buggy had a few guesses.

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writtenbysprout · 1 year

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One in a million

Aaron takes pride in his work. It brings him somewhat comfort being able to read people like they're nothing but an open book. He can choose wether or not he want to engage or leave it half read. And most times he ends up going for the later.

Even in everyday interactions throughout his day he encounters people he dissect and pick apart. It's become a habit of mostly shoving his habit under the blanket and trying to go about his day as normal. But that comes to a full halt when he sees you for the first time.

Seated in a chair at his favorite coffee house, you have your headphones on. A pair of noise cancelling ones that allow you to devour your book in peace and quiet.

His eyes search you for something, anything, solid to get a grasp on, but he wounds up empty handed. Sure he could easily dissect your surroundings, your choice of beverage, your choice in literature, but that wouldn't be the same. He wouldn't see you.

The real you.

Looking around he glanced over a few people too see if he was just off by some chance today, but as per usual his mind easily searched each and every person he'd caught a glance off and easily gotten a read on them.

His eyes found their way back on you, still seated in the armchair. Now nursing a cup with one hand and holding your book in the other. Eyes glued onto the pages as you kept existing in your own little bubble.

Baffled by the sudden abnormality in which yoy made him feel, he caught himself starting at you. Mostly in confusion, but also a sliver of awe. In all his years as a profiler you were the first he hadn't been able to get a propper read on.

It frustrated him, but somehow it also intrigued him.

It was a busy Saturday morning and the coffee house was slowly filling up with all kinds of people. Also meaning seats was rapidly being occupied. Yet somehow the one spot opposite of you was still left.

Before he knew it, he made his way over and gestured to the spot opposite of you. This was far out of his comfort zone, but he knew that if he didn't find a way of figuring out the puzzle of you, he'd regret it deeply.

You notice the figure approaching before he came to a halt just as you placed your empty cup on the table in front of you. Moving one side of the headphones away from your ear you tilted your head to one side awaiting his question.

"Mind if I take this seat, it's starting to get pretty full in here.."

"Sure thing!" You beam in response, adjusting your seat as if he was to take your own spot. "Be my guest."

"Want a refill?" He nods at your empty cup and before you can answer he adds, "I'm on my way over anyways so I might as well."

You present him with your name. Allowing him to taste it before you follow it up with: "just tell them I sent you over and they'll know what to make."

He offers a simple nod, the gentlest of smiles and heads off to get you both drinks. Meanwhile you throw your cardigan over in his chair to reserve it for him before diving back into your book. Unaware of the brown eyes barely leaving you for too long.

Perhaps scared you'd vanish if he looked away. Or maybe it was the curiousity he felt towards you.

When he returns you're once again religiously reading the novel. Only when he places the cup on your side of the table do you notice his return. Quickly packing away your stuff you grant him your full attention.

"Thank you.." You quickly reach out for the beverage, curling up in the chair as you nurse the cup in between your hands.

"Aaron."

"Thank you, Aaron." Had he not already been intrigued by you, he sure would've been upon hearing you muse his name. It just felt right having you say it. Like a long lost tune he heard at some point in his life, but never could find again. Until now.

"I haven't seen you here before." You lull him out of his mind as you continue the conversation curious about the handsome stranger.

"I only come around when I'm off work." He admits, his eyes softens as he notice your gaze upon him.

"Oh, let me try to guess.." You jump up in your seat, correcting your posture before you knit your brows together, looking him up and down. Aaron can't help but find it amusing having you try to do the thing he'd been trying to do to you all this time. He manages to hide his smile behind the coffee as he brings it up to his lips.

"You present yourself with authority.. Maybe a boss or supervisor of some kind." You resonate loudly for the both of you. "My initial thought was lawyer, but something tells me you'd much rather do something about injustice right off the bat rather than wait for the legal process to send them too you.. So I'll guess a officer of some sort or maybe even a agent with the CIA.."

You conclude your analysis of him by taking a sip of the coffee. Awaiting his reaction patiently. And much like anticipated you watch his eyes widen before his brows furrows in confusion.

"How'd you.."

"Oh it's easy really.. The way you claim the room when you walked in was the first strike." You chuckle as you think back to when he first entred the coffee house. You were a curious person of nature and loved reading people for the fun of it. Yet you rarely presented the deduction to the people you observe. "The second go was how you chose your words carefully, leaving no room for wrong interpretations. In a way only a boss or someone who leads a team would do."

A deep chuckle escape him and fills you with the most content of feelings in ways you didn't think were possible.

"Spot on"

"Really?"

"Really, except the CIA part."

You feel the heat rise to your cheeks. His eyes coam you and you can't help but feel blessed. Having spent less then a few minutes with this man and you were already at his mercy. He could step on you and you'd thank him. But somehow you managed to show some self restraint by not melting completely under his gaze.

"Then what?"

"FBI."

You offer a hum in response, not truly sure if he's trying to pull one on you or actually telling the truth. There was way to many using the FBI as a way to check up people. But upon seeing the smile hiding in the corner of his mouth you knew he was telling the truth.

You found yourself unable to avoid looking at his perfectly carved features. Unable to think straight when he looked at you like that. Unable to maintain a single thought without creating a fantasy in which the two of you could spend eternity together.

When he calls your name you quickly snap back to reality where he great you with the gentle smile. He then speak up saying the words you thought you'd never hear;

"I'd really like to get to know you better, would you want to go out with me some time?"

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nrc-research-club · 1 year

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driver’s license

↬ Summary: In which you finally get your driver's license and offer a ride to the guys. It goes as well as you can imagine.

↬ Characters: Jamil Viper, Jade Leech

↬ Tags: fluff, bit of crack

↬ Notes: i am back!! from a very long hiatus!! i also have another side blog for another fandom now haha so that made me think of writing something for here. also on a side note.. should i open ko-fi or something similar for those who want to commission when requests are closed? let me know in an ask or a reply or literally anywhere haha

Jamil Viper

↬ When you tell Jamil that you've finally gotten your license, he feels, at the very least, proud. Driving is hard no matter how you look at it, and getting a license is just proof of how much you've practiced earning one. He gives you reminders such as to never drink and drive or to always take a break if you feel like you're too tired to drive.

↬ He's quite confident in you, so when you ask him if he wants to join you for a ride, he thinks of how to leave Kalim in someone's care for a while before saying yes. His family would kill him for this, but Kalim would kill everyone in the car if he were to join.

↬ With Kalim out of the way and you being super enthusiastic about driving, the two of you get in the car with high hopes. You've planned on driving around town to do some errands, but the moment you start your car, it makes a weird noise that drains the color from Jamil's face.

↬ "Hey," he says after a long pause, getting nervous and rechecking his seatbelt. You still have a smile on your face, but it doesn't ease his worries one bit. "That doesn't sound good—"

↬ The car jerks forward before moving again, and he swore he got whiplash and a heart attack from it. Your engine sounds like it's dying, making whirring noises that definitely sounded wrong.

↬ "It's okay!" you say as you step on the gas. The car whirs and buzzes as the speedometer rises (along with Jamil's blood pressure), and then realization dawns on you. "Oh! I forgot to change my gear. Hold on."

↬ As you take one hand off the steering wheel, the car starts moving to the side. Jamil snaps, holding onto his seat for dear life as he watches his life flash in front of him. Maybe this was good since it would free him from his duties, and yet… dying in a car crash seems too terrible, even for him.

↬ "What are you doing!?" he asks when you accidentally turn your headlights on instead of making a signal. A car from behind you honks its horn, but you pay it no mind as you make a turn and activate the signal at the very last moment. It's a wonder you haven't gotten pulled over yet.

↬ "Just relax! See, let's park right there," you say, briefly gesturing to a spot sandwiched between two, very expensive-looking cars. Jamil glances between you and the cars, sighing in disbelief as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

↬ "Get out," he says, already halfway through the door. The last thing he needs is to pay for damages when you inevitably crash into those cars. "I'm going to be the one driving from now on."

Jade Leech

↬ Jade is very supportive from the start, his carefully practiced expression dismissing any of your initial concerns. Little do you know there are pads, a helmet, and a first aid kit in his bag, just in case the two of you needed it even before you arrived at the campsite. He observes you as you start the car, noting how you checked the mirrors and seatbelts first before anything else. Good.

↬ It's a long drive ahead, so he's resigned himself to keeping you alert so you don't fall asleep. After all, you're the only one with a license between the two of them, because driving with his new legs is a little too complicated for Jade yet.

↬ The drive starts out fairly fine. He has never heard that many suspicious noises in the span of a few minutes in his lifetime, but he chalks it up to your relative inexperience. No one starts out perfect at driving, especially with how difficult it is in the first place.

↬ He would've applauded you for even getting to the freeways without crashing into anyone yet if it weren't for your personality change midway. You start spewing out insults, pressing on the gas to overtake some poor grandmother who was in the wrong lane. If he hadn't known you for some time, he would've been… scared.

↬ "Yeah, get your ass off the highway if you can't keep up with the minimum speed limit," you spit as you get back to your original lane. Jade retains the calm facade on his face, but he's already thinking if he should force you into pulling over and calming down soon.

↬ "My dear," he starts out, one hand in his backpack in case he already needs to take the helmet out. "Shouldn't you exercise more patience? You are a new driver yourself, after all."

↬ "Nah," you say, swerving as another slow car blocks your way. Jade is sure you're breaking so, so many laws right now. "Oh hey, that's our exit. Crap, I'm not in the outer lane right now."

↬ After narrowly missing your exit and decreasing Jade's lifespan by at least a few years, the two of you are finally at the base of the mountain you decided on camping at. Jade's legs shake as he gets out of the car, threatening to give up as he attempts to walk over to your side.

↬ With a gentle, yet firm hand on your shoulder, he gives you his signature smile before saying, "Let us take the mirror next time, shall we?"

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #jamil viper x reader #jade leech x reader #twst fluff #jade leech fluff #jamil viper fluff

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hanako-kozume · 2 months

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Ah, who doesn't love a good old Fake-dating and there was only one bed trope? The fanfic classics and I can imagine no better for this than our beloved SakuAtsu ship.

Chaos is truly an underappreciated piece of art.

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"What do you want Motoya? I'm at practice," Sakusa grumbled while pressing the door to the locker room open with his shoulder since his hands were occupied with his bag and phone, as well as a water bottle he intended to drink from when his cousin called. Apparently early in the morning when both of them had their respective occupations was the best time for a little chat.

"No, you're on your way to practice. Subtle but important difference." Komori corrected.

"Not really, I'm already here and late. Miya won't let me live this down the whole day."

A small chuckle echoed from the other end of the line. "I know but you still gotta change so just put me on speaker. I have to talk to you."

Sakusa rolled his eyes but obliged. His cousin for sure could be annoying but if he said there was something to talk about he trusted him that it wouldn't be something trivial. "You're lucky that you caught me the one day I'm late. If the others were here I wouldn't—"

"If by day you mean week then sure. You're not as unpredictable as you think, Kiyo. Whenever you're stressed you over-organize stuff until you're so far in the future that you forget the present. Happens every year when family events roll around."

Sakusa scowled at his phone as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"Which by the way is exactly what I wanted to talk about." Komori continued.

"There is nothing to talk about. I'm not going." Sakusa insisted.

"You will."

"Why? So that my parents can pretend they have forgotten my coming out yet again and play matchmaker, setting me up with one of the daughters from Mom's friends. Again."

"I'm not saying you're not justified in not going, I'm just saying that you won't. Despite everything I ever tell you, you can't seem to cut ties with them." The libero let out a sigh.

"If you haven't noticed they hold my inheritance and any financial support over my head like a guillotine, ready to be cut off any time. If volleyball doesn't—"

"But it will. Honestly Kiyo, you're doing so well for yourself."

Silence followed his statement as Sakusa wasn't sure what to say to that. He went to the sink to refill his water bottle just to have an excuse to finish the conversation before attending the very job he was putting in jeopardy over this.

"Doesn't matter." Komori continued. "We won't get anywhere like this. I just wanted to say that maybe I have a solution for the matchmaking. I know you hate it."

He did. He really did but any attempt to stop it was a fight against the tide. The flood would come regardless.

He lied about having a boyfriend, it continued. He lied about having a girlfriend, they wanted proof. He had an actual boyfriend, who broke up with him because he couldn't endure his parent's antics anymore. They tried setting him up on dates in front of him.

To say he was tempted by Motoya's suggestion was an understatement.

"I'll take your silence for curiosity. So why don't you get yourself a date?" he suggested.

And here he had gotten his hopes up. "You know how that went the last time."

The pain was far from fresh anymore but he was still upset. It wasn't like he had been the love of his life but he was nice and certainly didn't deserve to be treated like garbage and worst of all Sakusa already had a really hard time finding someone he considered genuinely romantically attractive from which point on most were scared off by his odd nature and germophobia and now the rest was chased away by his family... great, he thought sarcastically.

"No, that's not what I meant. Nothing serious just a fling or it could even be fake. Get someone who can put up with these idiots and warn them." Komori elaborated. "If you want your peace of mind ask a woman, if you want to piss off your parents find a good partner in crime. Personally, that's my favourite option."

"You're clearly overestimating my social skills. How many friends do you think I have who I could ask something like that?"

"Okay, so the fling isn't an option?"

"I won't toy with anyone's emotions like that."

"It's not 'toying with someone's emotions' if the intentions are clear from the get-go and both agree." his cousin protested.

Sakusa knew that. After all, he had several flings throughout his high school years, and shortly after, some just to spite his parents. It was a lame excuse and childish because quite frankly after a few rebounds — just casual stuff nothing serious — following his previous relationship his parents had ruined, he felt no desire to get involved with anyone for a while.

Not really to his surprise, casual sex wasn't really for him and he indulged in it less and less over the years. It helped that he got more independent and mentally stable as soon as he was away from home.

"As to who, what about 'Miya'?" Sakusa almost choked on air. "If he manages to tick you off so efficiently, your parents should be a piece of cake." He could practically hear the grin in Komori's voice.

"We are not friends." he close to growled, trying to convey the disdain toward Motoya's idea.

The liberi pretend not to hear it. "I'll admit the amount of sexual tension between the two of you is a bit uncommon for platonic relationships but I won't judge and hey, I think you're on a pretty good way," he said encouragingly.

Sakusa's jaw clenched and he felt the distinct desire to reach through the phone and throw something at his cousin. "I have to go to practice now."

"Think about it! You could—" He hung up. The ace placed his phone in his bag, took his water bottle, and quickly hurried out to the others, bowing to his coach in apology as he passed him before joining the others.

Meian acknowledged his lateness with a slight bit of earning protest from Atsumu that he would always get scolded when he was too late, which admittedly didn't happen as often as Sakusa expected — he truly seemed to love his job — bit still on average no one could compare to Sakusa in being on time.

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To make up for being late Sakusa ran a couple of extra laps around the gym after training, unprompted but earning a nod of approval from coach Forster. As such he was last when entering the locker rooms again, catching a few snippets of a very interesting conversation.

"I'm telling you, Bo, there is something between Omi-san and Tsumu. I'd bet on it." Hinata whispered, which meant the whole team could hear.

"No way, Tsum-Tsum for sure would have told us if that was the case!" Bokuto added. He was certainly the only one who was even worse than Hinata at controlling the volume of his voice.

"Don't you see how they look at each other sometimes?!" the smaller insisted.

At each other? He didn't think he glanced at the blonde any longer than necessary on and off the court.

"I'm kinda with Bokuto in this one," Thomas chimed in. "Atsumu is such a show-off. He wouldn't have shut up about it if—"

"If what?" The person in question joined the conversation. "You know it's not nice to talk about propel behind their back." Apparently, he had just left the showers while the others were already changing into normal clothes again.

"Is there something between you and our favourite germaphobe?" Inunaki asked him directly.

"Who? Omi? Nah, but I'm sure he likes me." he said in his typical confident tone and Sakusa rolled his eyes, though he was sure Atsumu didn't mean it in a romantic way.

"As friends or—?" Hinata questioned.

"Of course, as friends. I'm not even sure he likes men."

"Dude, you're blind." Thomas laughed and Sakusa heard a rustling as he shouldered his back.

"Yeah, though I think you'd be too annoying for him. Even as friends. Sorry, Tsumu." Inunaki added nonchalantly.

"Huh?! Who are you calling annoying!? I bet he likes me!"

"Sure, let's say ten bucks?" the white-haired suggested.

"You're on!"

From the corner, Sakusa heard the not-so-quiet mumbling of Bokuto and Hinata making their own bets about whether they'd end up together.

Sakusa leaned against the wall of lockers separating them exasperated and contemplating his options. Maybe, just maybe, Motoya wasn't so wrong. And now he had something he could offer Atsumu in return, his pride. He was fairly certain Miya would do a fair deal for that.

He walked in, knowing that waiting any longer would come off as weird — if it wasn't already — and went straight to the showers. He knew he would have the chance to catch Atsumu afterwards before he left. He was always the last to leave while Sakusa was usually the first. The only reason he noticed were days like these when he was late in the morning.

True to his expectations once he returned Atsumu was still there slowly dressing himself.

"I heard about the bet." he started after the last of the others had left.

He said it as nonchalantly as possible while putting the towel aside and putting on his neatly folded clothes. Atsumu flinched and made an unintelligent noise of being caught.

"I'm sorry Omi, it was just a silly little... If you prefer I'll cancel it. Not that there is much use to it now anyway."

Sakusa watched him struggle and waited until his blabbering subsided before he continued. "Not necessary."

The blonde looked up surprised.

"I actually wanted to suggest a deal that might be beneficial for the both of us."

Atsumu's eyes narrowed in suspicion and Sakusa had the slight hunch that he didn't want to know what was going on in his head at that very moment. So he quickly resumed talking. "My parents plan a family get-together for this weekend. They are quite conservative, not to say outright homophobic, and always try to match me with some random girl so Motoya suggested I bring a date to stop them. "And preferably annoy them a bit. Since I know no one more annoying than you..." he explained.

Atsumu raised his brows before his typical smug smirk spread on his face that made him look somewhere between punch and kissable. "So ya want me to be yet date Omi-Omi?"

"Fake-date" he was quick to clarify.

"Sure, right. Because you don't actually like men."

"I like men, just not idiots like you."

Atsumu's eyes grew round in surprise. He was shocked, so much so that he almost forgot to be offended by the last part. He pouted. "And what do I get from that? I don't particularly fancy ya taking jabs at me for the whole weekend. I don't really have a thing for humiliation." he grinned as Sakusa almost choked and struggled to keep his composure, while his cheeks burnt red and he glared at the setter.

Deep breaths. This was exactly why he was perfect for this.

"This. You can be your full-on obnoxious self the whole weekend, flirt with me as aggressively as you like with no holding back and piss off some conservative assholes in the process. I know that that is one of your favourite hobbies."

Atsumu grinned wildly, almost feral and Sakusa just knew he'd be in for a wild ride if the blonde agreed. Letting him run free was a dangerous calculation for Kiyoomi's dignity and just hoped he would get to enjoy his parent's sour expression without getting too flustered and before he died of embarrassment.

"And you win the bet," he added finally.

The clear, joyous laugh of the setter echoed through the room and from the walls as he held his sides, as though Sakusa had just told him the funniest joke he had ever heard, irritating the spiker further.

"You got a deal, Darling." the blonde grinned.

"Save the pet names for the weekend, Miya." He quickly rushed to get out before Atsumu could see the blush blossoming on his cheeks, rapidly rising in intensity. Pray to the gods that he'd survive this one.

#fanfic #sakuatsu #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #writers #sakusa kiyoomi #atsumu miya #fake dating #getting together #Youtube

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felixsramen · 2 years

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All the Good girls go to hell

Pt.1

Pt.2 here

Warnings: Succubus San, Degradation, Spit Kink, Oral fixation, oral sex

"Y/N why are you doing this again?" You hear over the phone which is on speaker.

"Woo I made it clear it's just for fun." You say lighting another candle.

"Okay well fun is eating popcorn and chocolate while watching a movie." Wooyoung says obviously still concerned.

"Well my idea of fun is summoning a succubus." You say lighting the last candle in the dark.

Wooyoung sighs through the speaker. "Okay well let me know if you're okay after." He says.

"Of course I will." You say and put out the flame from the match.

At that Wooyoung hangs up the phone.

You look at the book beside you and read off the words.

Nothing happens though. You dont know what you were expecting like you said it was for fun. Yet you are kinda disappointed.

You blow the candles out and put the candles on a shelf. You close the book and also put it onto a shelf with your other books.

You walk to your bedroom door. You open and you're wide eyed.

A man in black clothing sits on your bed. He's smirking at you and laughs at your surprised expression.

"Awww that's cute. But I do think I'm here for something else." The man says. His voice is deep yet so irresistible.

You gulp. "W-what?" You say as you watch him stand up.

"No way you didnt know." He says smiling.

"Usually I dont show up you know." He says smirking.

"Then why are you here?" You say as he steps close to you.

"You summoned me and who am I to turn down a pretty girl? Especially since I haven't fucked someone in a while." He says as he grabs your chin.

"You know about succubus?" He says close to your face.

"Yes." You say softly gulping.

"Then you know why I'm here." He says grabbing your face.

"On your knees." He says smirking. You listen yet not willingly. Your body betrays everything your mind is saying.

"Sweet heart you wanted this right?" He says fake pouting. You nod at his words.

"Baby I need words." He says smirking now.

"Yes. Please." You say as you look up at him.

You lean your head into his hand. He caresses your face smirking.

"Good girl." He says and puts his finger into your mouth.

"Open slut." He says as he takes his finger out your mouth.

You open your mouth and he spits into it.

"Swallow." He says watching you and glaring.

You close your mouth and swallow. He smirks at you and you notice the bulge in his pants. You cant help but stare.

"Does the pretty little whore want to suck my cock?" He says noticing you staring at the bulge.

"God yes." You say looking at him in the eyes. You grab his belt to unbuckle it.

"Arent you an eager whore." He says as he watches you struggle with his belt.

He grabs your hand and with one pull it's off. He smirks at you as you look up at him.

"Go ahead my pretty whore." He says and with that you pull down his pants and boxers.

His cock is thick and long more than an average one.

"You like what you see?" He says smirking at you.

You nod. He sits on the edge of your bed and grabs the back of your head and lowers you onto his dick.

He keeps going even when you gag on his cock. He eventually bottoms out and his cock is deep down your throat.

He groans out at the feeling and looks down at you. Your mouth stuffed full of his dick and he couldnt be more pleased.

He was more than happy that he turned down drinks with Seonghwa as he pulled you slightly off his cock and back in.

As much as he would've gotten laid and blacked out drunk it wouldnt have been nearly as good as this.

He's drunk off the pleasure as he throws his head back groaning. He hasn't had anyone human in a while.

Succubus are great but humans are much more fragile and all the succubus in hell he's fucked more than once.

He wanted something new. He understood he got what he wanted when he looked down at you tears down your face.

God you were the prettiest thing he's ever seen. The idea of him ruining you just makes him eager to cum down your throat.

"Want me to cum down that pretty throat and fill you up with my seed?" He says groaning as he lets you off to catch your breath and answer his question.

"Y-yes please." You say and with that he has his cock down your throat again.

He fucks you faster and his groans are louder.

You can tell he's going to cum and he does exactly that.

He cums down your throat and you think he's never going to stop.

When he's done cumming you feel full of his cum in your stomach.

"God no ones made me cum this much pretty." He says as he pulls himself out of your mouth.

It was true and he was more than satisfied.

"Did you want me to help you cum sweet heart?" He says as he tucks himself back into his pants.

He has his answer when he realizes you've fell asleep against him.

He picks you up and lays you in your bed. You were just so gorgeous to him. He's never felt this way for anyone he doesnt even know you but he's willing to set the world on fire if you asked.

He's tempted to lay with you but he knows better. He's just so fascinated with you he wouldnt mind if you called on him again.

#Ateez smut #San smut

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sopebubbles · 2 years

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Chapter Seven

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you've gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you're far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can't seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they'd do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

Warnings: language, Taehyung needs to learn boundaries, mild violence related to boxing, Yoongi bein' the sweetest 🥺

A/N 1: hello everyone! beastie here 🐾 this is what was originally the second half of chapter 6. We'll get the back stories of a lot of the members and how they came to be involved with Bangtan. I'm going to make a character chart later this week so that it'll be easier to keep track of the details. 😁

A/N 2: When the cast is all together, words in italics are typically in Spanish or Korean. Out of the group, Hoseok knows the least English. So it's safe to assume that if it's just the boys talking to each other, that it's in Korean or some blend of Korean and English, even if it's not in italics.

Word count: 7K

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A life of crime was best lived at night. That meant that often there was nothing much going on during the day in Namjoon's mansion. Most of the inner circle stayed close, with all but Jin and Hoseok living in the mansion, partly for Namjoon's protection and partly for the company. Only Jin wanted to spend his wealth on his own place, a significantly smaller but still extravagant house in Santa Monica where he lived with Hoseok. Not that you knew that yet.

When you finally did wake up after noon, you munched on a Little Debbie's cake that Yoongi had left you before you dressed in some work out clothes and went downstairs carrying your tennis shoes in your hand. You found Yoongi drinking a leisurely cup of coffee in the sun drenched kitchen.

"Hey," he smiled warmly at you over his cup. "How are you feeling?"

Just as you were about to answer you noticed someone rummaging around in the refrigerator and you stopped yourself, clearing your throat. "I'm fine," you answered simply.

Jimin turned around, dumping all the ingredients for a sandwich onto the counter top. "Oh, hey, Val," he greeted with a flirtatious smile that had you rolling your eyes.

"How's your-"

"I'm fine," you repeated, cutting off Yoongi from whatever he was going to ask. His face fell perceptibly and Jimin looked between the two of you as the tension thickened. You sucked in a shallow breath and forced a smile. "Thank you for the sleeping pills. I haven't slept like that in…well, ever, really. I'm feeling much better now." You tried to give Yoongi a look to let him know how grateful you truly were while still hoping he'd keep his mouth shut.

He smiled again. "Good. I'm glad to hear it. Would you like something to eat? There's still coffee."

"I had something." You shook your head before he could get up from his chair. "Um, where's Jungkook?"

"He's out at the pool working on his tan," Jimin snickered with a nod of his head out the toward the patio in front of the pool. You gave him a grateful nod and went out the glass door. He said something to Yoongi in Korean before you were out of earshot and you glanced back, but neither of them noticed.

"You're so fucking whipped for her and it's only been two days."

"I'm just trying to make sure she's comfortable. And don't talk in Korean so she doesn't understand. That's so rude."

Jimin rolled his eyes and you decided to ignore them, continuing on your mission.

As you stood over him, Jungkook raised his hand to block out the high noon sun so he could see you.

"'Sup, princess?" He asked lazily.

"Don't call me 'princess,'" you grumbled. Your eyes traced over the many tattoos that covered Jungkook's right arm and wondered why he'd kept them isolated to that one section of his body from his hand up to his shoulder. It didn't hide the bulging biceps either and you found his chest equally defined.

"Earth to Val," he smirked, letting you know you'd been caught staring. "Take a picture. It will last longer."

You scoffed, coming back to your senses. "I need you to take me somewhere."

"Can't. I'm busy." He adjusted himself to lay comfortably again and closed his eyes, dismissing you. "Ask Taehyung to take you."

"I don't wanna ask Taehyung."

"Then ask Hobi."

"Who's Hobi?" Not that you had actually gotten any proper introductions to anyone but Namjoon, but you didn't remember a Hobi.

Jungkook laughed lightly as if he was amused by your ignorance and sat up. "Where do you need to go?"

"There's a gym in East Hollywood I need to go to."

He squinted up at you. "There's a gym here." He almost laid back down.

"It's a boxing gym." Jungkook's interest peaked, if the way he perked up was anything to go by.

"You wanna box? I'll box with you!" He was almost too enthusiastic, and you had to take a step back to avoid him as he sprang up from the lounge chair.

"No, thank you," you replied, your thanks coming out somewhat sarcastic.

"Aw come on, Val. I'll go easy on you!"

"Ha! I don't like to pull punches and I would hate to mess up that pretty face," you taunted.

Jungkook gave you a smile that was too adorable for the well muscled man who owned it. He was tall and broad, with every part of his body showing strength. When his face was at rest, it was absolutely lethal, even with his dark curls falling in front of his large eyes.

"Oh, so you wanna spar for real. Let's go!" He agreed and started heading inside before you could refuse again, and since it seemed like he wouldn't be taking you to your actual gym, you decided to follow.

Jungkook led you through the kitchen, taking a left at the hallway where you knew Yoongi's office was located, but across the hall he opened a door to a set of stairs leading downward. It was obviously not a creepy kind of basement, and with Yoongi around you figured nothing bad would happen to you down there. You were amazed to find that there was a whole other floor of rooms down below. In the center was a second, more casual living room where Jimin was settling with his sandwich to watch a K-Drama on a large screen TV that took up almost the whole wall.

Jungkook led you through to another hallway until you reached a frosted glass door. Energetic music came quietly from inside, growing a little louder when Jungkook opened the door.

"Sorry, Joonie," you heard him say before you could even enter. "Val and I wanted to use the gym, but we can come back later."

This room, like all the others in the house, was quite spacious. There was a treadmill, bike and elliptical machine facing one wall. On the opposite end, a full set of free weights and a completely mirrored wall. There was a bench and power cage, too. In one corner of the room hung a heavy bag and a speed bag. You spent so much time inspecting the equipment that you almost didn't look at Namjoon.

"That's alright. I was just finishing up anyway," he told Jungkook as he racked the weights he'd been using. Sweat poured down his face and neck, and when he turned around to cut off the music he'd been playing, it was impossible not to stare at every muscle of his broad back. He wasn't shirtless like Jungkook—who didn't seem at all bothered by being half naked—but the sweat soaked tank top he wore clung to his skin, leaving little to the imagination. Was it a requirement to look like a Greek god in order to be part of Bangtan?

Jungkook didn't miss you staring at his leader and he tried to suppress a giggle. "We're gonna box, if you want to stay," Jungkook offered, and the idea suddenly filled you with anxiety.

"No, I have things to do. Have fun." Namjoon's refusal gave you relief, until he continued. "Val, we'll talk later," he said plainly before leaving the room.

While you were left staring at the empty doorway he'd walked through, Jungkook got a set of wraps and gloves for you.

"These will probably fit you," Jungkook said as he held out a pair of blue Everlast gloves to you. "They're Jimin's, but he doesn't use them much."

You chuckled a little to yourself as you set the gloves down and began wrapping your hand methodically. While you had sometimes used gloves, most of the matches you were forced to compete in were bare knuckle. You didn't know why men enjoyed watching you and other women beat the shit out of each other with your bare hands, but they sure did, and paid a lot of money for it, too. Your trainer also never allowed you to use gloves, so you'd build up strength and tolerance to the pain in your hands. But for Jungkook you'd humor him by using Jimin's gloves.

You started by warming up on the speed and heavy bags, switching off after a little while. The truth was, you hadn't hit anything but a bag in a while—except one particularly handsy bar patron six months ago. While you went to the gym a few times a week, you engaged as little as possible with the other members, afraid of getting into why you were there and your history. You hadn't done much to connect with many people in the last few years, before you met Taehyung. And after you met Taehyung, you really fell off your training routine, so you were a little worried about how things were going to go with Jungkook. But you weren't about to let him know that as he handed you a mouth guard he swore was clean.

Things went pretty smoothly at first as you tried to push aside any timidity. You made a show of stepping in to get in some jabs. To most boxers, it would be strange to face an opponent of such great difference in height and weight. Jungkook was clearly struggling with this, trying to adjust to a more crouched posture just so he could actually land a punch at the proper height. It wasn't as big an obstacle for you though. The underground world had little care for matching weight classes, and in many cases preferred unequal pairings. You'd been particularly well known for punching above your weight, so getting your hits in wasn't much of a problem. In spite of what you said, you didn't go full out on Jungkook, reserving some of your power. Still, you were rusty, and as you started to tire, you let your guard down just a bit while Jungkook threw a right hook, connecting heavily on your left cheek. The weight of it had your head snapping to the right and sent your body to the floor.

"Shit!" Jungkook yelled as you crumpled onto your right side, holding yourself up with your arm. "Fuck! Are you alright?"

Spots danced in your vision as Jungkook knelt beside you. He touched your chin gently with his gloved hand to turn your face to him and you laughed.

Laughter.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me, Joaquin," the older man scoffed, shaking his head at your slender frame as you stood in front of him for the first time, still a month shy of sixteen.

"I know she doesn't look like much-"

"Chingada, hombre, has she even had her quinces?" The old man asked. Not to you.

You hadn't. There hadn't been anyone in your life to care about such things. No mother or aunts. Your father, though you were sure deep down that he loved you, didn't have time to worry about that. He was too busy teaching you to survive when he wasn't out making sure that others didn't. You thought to tell the man that—in spite of your failure to initiate into womanhood—your father had taught you how to throw a punch. But for months now you'd gone selectively mute. You only occasionally talked to Joaquin. He had ways of making you talk, and sometimes it was just easier to not make him use them.

"I know, coach, but she's got the one thing you can't teach."

"Hm?"

"A fighter's spirit. And she's not afraid to take a punch either," Joaquin laughed sickeningly.

"A fighter's spirit," the man mumbled as he looked at you. "She looks dead in the eyes. What have you been doing to this rat?"

"She just looks like that sometimes. Rile her up, let someone come at her. She'll spark right up!" Joaquin assured him.

Coach grunted unintelligibly. "Isabel!" He barked and another girl snapped to his attention. She was taller than you by a couple inches and all her limbs were thick. She climbed into the ring with the two of you. "Come rough this girl up a little. See if she fights back."

"Coach?" Isabel hesitated.

"Just do it," he growled.

Isabel took up her stance, but you remained still, hands by your side. "Coach.." Now she was whining.

"Go after her. If she stands there and gets hit, she gets hit," the old man egged her on. Outside the ring Joaquin stood, fiddling his fingers nervously as he hung on the ropes.

Isabel lunged forward at you and you stepped back. Coach's eyebrows lifted. At least you weren't dead. She lunged again with a left jab and you moved to the left. Finally you raised your fists up to your face. You attempted a punch, but you didn't even get close to landing it on her. You weren't prepared for her sharp right hook as she rang your bell, making your vision black for a moment before you even hit the mat. Everything was still for a moment as you blinked your eyes open. You could see Joaquin standing perpendicular in your vision, not a trace of concern on his face.

"You'll have to learn to block if you're gonna save your pretty face, girl," Coach sneered.

You laughed. Slowly you got to your feet, still laughing. You held your fists up a little higher this time and crouched your head down. Coach looked over his shoulder at Joaquin, who now smiled brightly.

"Again!" Coach called jovially.

"Are you fucking laughing?" Jungkook chuckled too.

You tried to shake off the daze and got to your feet, with a little support from Jungkook. "Again."

He raised his eyebrows. "Uh. No. Let's go see Yoongi and get some ice on your face," Jungkook suggested instead as he started removing his gloves.

"I'm good," you sniffed. Already the endorphins were rushing through your bloodstream. You could barely even feel the dull ache surrounding your eye. "Cmon, let's go."

"Get you some ice, yes."

"No."

"Val. It's already starting to swell up."

"Jungkook. Don't be a pussy. We were just getting started."

Jungkook stared at you dumbfounded. "You really are that kind of fighter, huh?"

"What kind is that?" You still had your fists up, bouncing lightly on the balls of your feet.

"Not afraid to take a hit. No, you like getting hit. It wasn't fun for you until then." He shakes his head with a disbelieving smile.

"What?" You demand, finally lowering your hands. "You say that like I'm some kind of psycho."

He erupted in laughter at the hurt on your face. It was probably because you knew he was right. "No, it's not that bad. Some girls like it rough," he laughed. "Hoseok was right, you are crazy," he realized.

"Fuck you," you said without any real malice.

"Please let me take you to Yoongi so at least I can say I took care of you when everyone jumps down my throat for hitting you," Jungkook begged.

"Who would be mad at you?"

"I can think of…a list of people."

"Fine," you sighed and began to remove your gloves.

Jungkook took you back out of the gym. He let you go up the stairs first and put a hand on your back just in case you lost your balance.

"Suéltame!" You snapped, swatting his hand away. He had no idea what you said, but he pulled his hand away and held them up in surrender nonetheless.

"Likes to be hit, but doesn't like to be touched. Noted."

You rolled your eyes. And for the first time you noted the throbbing of your left eye and all the surrounding tissue. Once you reached the top of the stairs you walked straight across the hall to Yoongi's office.

"Knock knock," you announced as you walked through the open door.

"Val, what can I do for you?" Yoongi asked with a noticeable cheer in his voice, even with his back turned to you. Jungkook rolled his eyes at how whipped Yoongi was for you, forgetting momentarily that he came in second on the list of people who were probably going to kill him for hurting you.

"Nothing. Jungkook is just a drama queen and wouldn't shut up until I came to see you."

"Why's he being- what the hell happened to your face?!" He'd finally turned around to see the large red spot dominating your face, already taking on new colors.

"It's not that bad," you insisted.

"Iiiiit's pretty fucking bad, Val."

"Jungkook, shut the fuck up and tell me what happened."

"How do I…do that?"

Yoongi gave the man a piercing glare.

"Right. So, Val wanted to spar and we did, but apparently she doesn't know how to block, and she got hit." Your eyes slid painfully to the side as Yoongi dug around in a drawer.

"Eyes on me, babe," Yoongi said without thinking, and you didn't have time to react before he was shining a light in your eyes. "Follow my finger with your eyes." You did as he said, familiar with the routine. "Your eyes look fine," he mumbled, prodding your face gently to see if you'd fractured the bone, but you didn't even wince.

"I'm honestly fine," you insisted. Yoongi shook his head at you and went to get an icepack from the freezer in his room.

"Jungkook, can you go get me a towel for this?" Yoongi requested and the younger man hurried off to the kitchen. "What were you thinking, letting Jungkook hit you?" Yoongi hissed, coming closer to you than he'd been before, but you didn't mind. "You should be in bed resting."

You couldn't help giving him a soft smile, knowing that he really cared for your wellbeing, even if he barely knew you. "Honestly, Doc, this is nothing. I'm not as delicate as you all seem to think. Back in my training days, they wouldn't even give me ice for this and I'd be back in the ring until I blacked out."

"That's terrible. That sounds like a concussion waiting to happen."

"Oh, for sure. I've had more concussions than I can count. Granted, I never finished high school, and I've had a lot of concussions…" You trailed off. Somehow your mind wandered to what the pretty pale doctor must be thinking of you now, but you stopped yourself. It didn't matter, did it? At least he was still looking at you with a certain softness, even if it was only because he liked the way you rambled. "Jungkook doesn't hit that hard anyway."

The man came back into the room with a thin towel he handed to Yoongi. "Yah! That's not true! I was only going half power."

"Well, next time go full power, really ring my bell," you teased, but he was not amused.

Yoongi pressed the wrapped pack gently to your face. "Hold this to your face until it melts, and then I'll give you a new one. Hopefully we can keep the swelling down. You're gonna look like hell though."

"Cmon, Doc, I couldn't get much worse."

Yoongi's cheeks turned pink as he bit back all the words he knew to describe how beautiful he thought you were. When he didn't respond you turned toward Jungkook, having to turn your whole body since he was standing to your left. "Hey, Kook, you wanna have matching black eyes?"

"How did you get a black eye?" Everyone stopped and turned at the loud, angry voice of Taehyung.

You sighed. "It's fine, honestly." You got off the exam table and began walking toward the kitchen just to prove it wasn't so serious.

"How did you get a black eye?" Tae repeated as he followed you out.

"It's not a big deal, Jungkook and I were just sparring and, honestly, it's my fault for not blocking."

"Jungkook hit you?" Taehyung instantly turned on the man. You knew he'd be in trouble if you didn't step in. "You asshole! How dare you!"

You put your body in between the two men and held up your free hand toward Taehyung. "It's not his fault, okay? I asked him to spar and not hold back. These things happen. It's hardly the first time."

"That's not the point!"

"Taehyung, seriously, calm-"

He caught your bicep firmly in his hand and pulled you toward him. "You're my woman, and he has no right to touch you. You belong to me," he growled in your face. He barely had time to register your disgusted expression before your right hand came up to slap him across his face. He dropped your arm immediately and took a step back. "Bitch!"

"Fuck you, Taehyung! I'm not yours! I don't belong to anyone! Least of all you. I won't tell you again that we're through. We're done. And if you ever touch me again, you will live to regret it!" You shouted, your voice echoing off the stone surfaces of the kitchen.

He filled his lungs with a breath, ready to spew curses back at you, but he never got the chance.

"Taehyung, back off." Namjoon's voice came in loud and firm from behind, but Tae didn't move. "You'll be at the club tonight. Go get some rest."

Taehyung turned slowly to glare at Namjoon. He sucked in a loud deep breath of frustration and walked away toward the staircase. The shouting had brought everyone to the kitchen but all stood in silence as you listened to Taehyung's angry footsteps upstairs. You tried hard not to let everyone see how much it hurt you to have yelled at Taehyung like that, how it broke that part of you that cherished him, even if he had behaved badly. Luckily, the swelling of your face probably made it hard to read your expression at all.

"Yo, Val, what happened to your face?" Jimin asked, trying to break the tension.

"Val, in my office," Namjoon said through a clenched jaw, and you couldn't escape the feeling like you were being summoned by the principal. Jimin and Jungkook even 'ooh'ed as you followed their boss into his office. He was already behind his desk by the time you got inside, and you quickly shut the door. He didn't say anything as he sat down in his chair. You expected to get told off immediately, but the silence dragged on for seconds until you felt the need to fill it.

"Look I'm sorry about yelling at Taehyung, and slapping him, but-"

Namjoon waved a dismissive hand at you. "You don't need to apologize to me."

"Well I'm not going to apologize to him," you mumbled under your breath.

"I wouldn't expect you to. What he said was way out of line and frankly idiotic. Taehyung doesn't think sometimes. He doesn't know how to read a room. He's young, and sometimes he doesn't think of others. I guess…he didn't grow up in a world where empathy mattered very much."

You didn't mean to snort at his analysis, but it was a little ironic to you. "Didn't the two of you grow up together?"

Namjoon nodded, touching his finger tips together and starting at the points where they met. "Taehyung came to live with my family when he was five. Our fathers had grown up together in Korea before moving to work in different cities. His father ran operations in Singapore, but both his parents were killed, and he came to live with us."

"And your father ran operations here?" He nodded again. "Then what makes you so different from him?" You weren't suggesting that he was different, but he seemed to think so, even if in your eyes all gangsters seemed more or less the same. Any pretense of humanity they gave themselves was just a lie they created to help them sleep at night.

"My father always said my mother made me soft, but I think it was reading books," he told you with a cheeky grin. When you didn’t share his humor he cleared his throat and moved on. “You’re really through with Tae?” he asked cautiously.

“Like I told him, we were both lying, living a fantasy for a couple of months. And as nice as it was, I’m not the girl that he fell in love with. It seems stupid to force myself to slowly fade in his eyes and to hide my resentment when I know how it will end anyway.”

“What if Tae-” he began, but he stopped himself. “I understand. I’ll keep him occupied at the club for the next few nights. That way he can’t cause too much trouble. But you should know he’ll probably end up with some other woman, or women. Are you okay with that?”

You could see him examining your face for anything that might indicate you were lying about your feelings. “Taehyung can do whatever he likes, as long as it doesn’t involve me,” you replied coolly.

Namjoon leaned back in his chair and sucked air through his teeth. “Why did you come here, Val, if you didn’t want to be with him?”

“I didn’t come to him. I came to you.”

He looked surprised by that response, but he quickly covers his confusion with a smile. “Why?”

“Because I needed protection. Joaquin sent me back home, but I suspect he has my roommate informing on me. I just wanted to go somewhere I could be safe.”

"You think you're safe here?" He asked, pointing toward your swelling eye.

You suddenly remembered the ice pack in your hand and held it gently to your face. "That was just an accident. It doesn't really hurt that bad," you mumbled. "Look, I don't know if I'm safe here or not, but it's safer than on my own. I'd really appreciate it if you let me stay."

Namjoon was silent for a moment and you looked away from his eyes that always seemed to be reading more into you than you could possibly know. "I'm not sure if you can be trusted," he finally admitted.

"You think I'd lie about all that stuff?" You tried to raise your eyebrows and you could feel just how messed up your face really was.

"I believe what you said. Or most of it, at least. But trust takes time and you haven't given me anything to go on. I was-" he stopped short again. He was always doing that. Holding back. Other times he seemed so decisive but with you, he always seemed to be changing his mind midstream.

"You were what?" You pressed him.

"I was going to give you a test, but since you've hurt yourself. It can wait a few days."

You dropped your hand with the ice and scooted forward in your seat. If he needed you to prove yourself, you'd happily complete any task. "I can do it."

He chuckled lightly at your enthusiasm. "It's okay. It can wait until you're better. Hopefully."

You groaned loudly and stood. "You guys have to stop underestimating me! It's just a black eye! It's not like I've gone blind or something! I'm capable of working through it."

Namjoon only laughed harder at your frustration. "Okay, well let's see if your eye swells shut. And if not, then you can go out with Hobi tomorrow."

"Who the hell is Hobi!" You cried.

"Jung Hoseok."

"The skinny one who laughs when I curse in Spanish?"

"Yeah, that sounds right."

"And what's his role in this whole thing?"

"Hoseok is someone who makes sure things go smoothly and cleans up other people's messes," Namjoon told you vaguely.

You thought about that for a moment. "You mean how he finished off those chinos for me the other night?" Namjoon nodded. "So you're sending me with him in case I can't get the job done."

"Precisely."

You rolled your eyes and sighed. "Fine. What's the job?"

A knock came to the door and Namjoon dropped the amused expression he'd been wearing most of the time the two of you were speaking. "I'll tell you when it's time for you to know. For now go get some rest and keep ice on that eye, please. And, uh, I'll see if I can get Tae to go stay with Seokjin for a little while, so we can avoid any more fights." Namjoon stood and ushered you toward the door.

"Why doesn't he just stay at his apartment?" You grumbled.

"What?" Namjoon asked, clearly unaware and you looked at each in confusion for a minute.

He opened the door to reveal Kim Seokjin, who showed you a polite but guarded smile before he noticed your eye and visibly flinched.

"What happened to you?"

"Come in and I'll tell you," Namjoon answered before you could. You squeezed by Seokjin in the doorway before it was promptly shut behind you.

In the evening, as the sun was setting, you ventured out of your room when Namjoon, Taehyung and Jimin had all left for the club. You went down to sit by the pool, dangling one foot in and watching ripples in the water. After a few minutes you heard the kitchen door open and close followed by the sound of footsteps, but a minute passed and they never reached you. You turned over your shoulder to find Jungkook hesitating twenty feet away from you.

"Don't lurk, Jungkook," you teased. "Come over here."

"I'm not," he whined, his voice a little higher from the embarrassment of being caught.

"What's wrong?" You asked when he sat down beside you.

"How's your face?" He spoke to the ground.

"Kinda numb from all the ice Doc had made me keep on it all day. How does it look?" You wondered with a smile, curious to see if he'd sugar coat it for you.

"Like you got hit by a big, strong, sexy dude," he replied with a childish grin. You replied with laughter.

"Well, you are big!"

He pushed you playfully before you recomposed yourself. "I'm really sorry. I've never actually felt bad for hitting a person before, but I guess there's a first time for everything."

"Ay, Kookie, there's nothing for you to feel bad about. Look, I was trying to act cool earlier because I didn't want to look like a fool, but the truth is I haven't actually boxed with anyone since that last fight. I wanted to go to the gym today so I could ask someone to train me, so I could get strong again. So it's really my fault. I should never have gone up against you because I wasn't ready. So don't blame yourself." You shoved his shoulder playfully with a smile, trying to draw the same out of him. He nodded thoughtfully.

"Hey, if you want someone to train you, I can do it," he offered, that smile finally showing up.

You looked up at him cautiously. "Do you have time for that?"

"Either I help you train myself or I waste hours a day taking you to the gym since Namjoon says you have to be protected. I've never coached anyone before, but I know I can help you get stronger and practice with you. I'll try not to give you any more black eyes."

You shrugged at him. "Black eyes are part of the process. But it sounds like a deal to me." You held out your hand to him and clasped it with his own, pulling him closer so you could pat his back. "Have you eaten?"

Jungkook shook his head. "I ordered pizza for me and Hoseok just before I came out here." He hopped to his feet and then held out a hand to help you up. "You can think of it as a last meal before training. You'll have to go on a strict diet if you wanna bulk up."

"Yeah, yeah," you mumbled as you followed him back into the house. If Jungkook wouldn't let you have snacks you knew Yoongi would sneak them for you.

"You guys want a beer?" Hoseok asked when the two of you walked into the kitchen. You both nodded and he passed them to you.

"Pretty sure you shouldn't be drinking with the pain killers I gave you," Yoongi admonished you as he walked into the kitchen.

"Oh, this? I wasn't gonna drink it. I'm just using it on my face," you smiled and held the ice cold can to your cheek.

All three of them laughed, and you couldn't help admiring the way Yoongi's gums showed and his eyes disappeared as his shoulders bounced.

"Hoseok, can you pass me one, too," he requested and gave you a small wink.

"Do you wanna hang out with us on the patio, Val?" Hoseok invited you with a bit of a smirk.

You looked hesitantly between the members around you and then down to the can in your hands. "You guys don't have to be nice to me just because I'm staying here. I know Taehyung is like family to you. I understand if you hate having me here. I can just go up to my room and mind my own business."

Yoongi laid a comforting hand on your shoulder. "We don't hate having you here. And you don't need to hide away."

"Honestly, we've all known Tae for a long time. We love him at the end of the day, but there isn't a person here who hasn't wanted to hit him at least once. He's not the easiest person to get along with. But that doesn't have anything to do with you being here," Jungkook consoled you.

"Okay then," you agreed with a shrug and followed Jungkook and Hoseok back outside, with Yoongi right behind you.

"Tell us about yourself, Val," Hoseok encouraged before he took a long drink of his beer.

You snorted a little after taking a sip. "I told you pretty much my whole life story yesterday. There's not much more to me, to be honest."

"Well, you got Taehyung to fall for you without knowing your past so there must be something," Hoseok pressed.

"Hyung," Jungkook hissed as a warning, receiving an ignorant 'what?' from the older man.

"I really don't know what he saw in me," you said quietly, eyes locked on the can between your hands.

Yoongi spoke up, trying to put you more at ease. "You want to get out of LA, right? There must be something you want to do. A dream?" He asked gently.

You shook your head. "I'm not sure dreams are meant for people born into this life. Unless your dream is to become rich and die violently. Was that your dream, Doc?" You looked teasingly at him.

"No, I can't say it was," he replied sourly.

"Were you born into the life, like Namjoon and Taehyung?" You wondered.

Yoongi nodded. "My dad was a close associate of Namjoon's father, too."

"And this is what he wanted for you?"

Yoongi's head shook slowly. "Not exactly." He glanced at the other guys hesitantly. "I didn't want to be part of Bangtan. I really did want to be a doctor. He let me get almost all the way through med school before he told me that he wanted me here working for the family business. Said they needed me. And then refused to pay the last semester of tuition, so I couldn't graduate. Namjoon and I had known each other a long time, and he sensed that he would be left to take over soon. He assured me that I'd be taken care of, so I came on board." Yoongi took a loud gulp of his beer after he finished his story and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. You placed your hand just above his knee and gave him a light squeeze, missing the way he blushed at your touch.

"What about you, Jungkook?"

Just as you turned your attention to him, you all heard the doorbell ring through the house. "Gotta go!" Jungkook sang as he got up and jogged into the house to get the pizza.

"Saved by the bell," Hoseok muttered.

"Then I guess it's up to you, Hobi," you grinned.

"Oh no, we're not here to talk about me." He shook his head and drank from his can.

"I know, you're here to try to get information out of me. See if I am who I say I am. But I don't really have any new information for you, so you might as well join the tragic backstory fun."

Yoongi raised his eyebrows at you before he chuckled and sipped his drink.

"Another time," Hoseok mumbled and got up from his seat to go get more beers.

"Don't worry. Hoseok just takes some time to warm up to people, and he doesn't really like discussing his past," Yoongi told you in a hushed voice after he'd walked away.

"I understand," you assured him. You'd been trying to deflect anyway. It was obvious from the moment he started chatting with you that he was looking for information. Hoseok was the guy who made sure things went smoothly. For most people his casual manners might disarm them, but you could see right through him, and you always had your guard up anyway. It wasn't that you had anything to hide, you simply didn't have anything to tell, and you didn't want the focus on you, so you tried to take the opportunity to get to know the people you were trusting yourself with.

A minute later Jungkook came back with two boxes of pizza and plates. Hoseok followed with another round of beers and passed them around. Jungkook made it clear that one of the pizzas was for the three of you, while the other was his alone.

"Greedy brat," Yoongi muttered as he picked up a slice of supreme pizza.

"I hope you didn't think I'd forgotten about you, Kookie," you said as you lifted a slice up to your mouth.

Jungkook looked at you with his large doe eyes that you would never believe belonged to a man who killed people. He already had half a slice of pizza shoved past his lips and strings of cheese formed as he pulled the other half away.

"Cmon, tell me your story," you insisted, even when he waved a hand at you while he chewed. "Hombre, you know my past; it's only fair."

Jungkook finally swallowed and took a drink of his beer to wash it down. "I wasn't born into Bangtan if that's what you're wondering."

You nodded. "Then how did you get here?"

Jungkook cleared his throat and sighed. Obviously you weren't going to let it go, and he wasn't really ashamed of his story or afraid of his past. "My mom and I came here from Korea when I was ten. My father was supposed to immigrate with us a few months after, but he never came. It turned out the whole time he'd had another family. We were actually his second family, and he chose to stay with them. So anyway, things for my mom were rough, and I helped by shoplifting groceries and things that we needed. By the time I was fifteen I was getting into fights every other week at school. Seokjin hyung caught onto me. He and Hobi hyung had just been in the states for six months and he was getting to know things around Koreatown. One of the shop owners complained to him about me. When I finally got arrested, Seokjin hyung stepped in, paid off the cops and told my mom he'd straighten me out. Next thing I knew I was pushing product, reporting to the hyungs on a regular basis. I wanted to do more than just sell drugs. I hadn't stopped getting into fights. Even back then I was a strong kid. So Hobi hyung had me helping on protection duty, and I've pretty much been by his side ever since. He'd probably be dead without me, right, hyung?" Jungkook brought a large hand down on Hoseok's shoulder.

Hoseok scoffed. "Probably have a few extra years on my life if it weren't for you, punk."

Jungkook smiled and looked back at you. "He said he agrees."

You don't understand any Korean but you can tell he clearly didn't agree. But there's enough real fondness between them. You can see the brotherly bond. "You're just like me then, hm?" You mused. "A born fighter."

Jungkook chuckled. "Yeah, but I'm the type that likes to do the hitting, not the getting hit."

"Hey, I like the hitting part, too," you pouted.

Yoongi shook his head. "What's so fun about getting hit?"

You didn't answer for a long moment and before you could, Hoseok did it for you. "It makes you feel alive."

You smiled weakly at him, knowing you had something in common. "And when you feel alive, you have something to fight for. Right, Hobi hyung?"

The three of them burst into laughter around you.

"What?" You wondered desperately, but none of them could get enough air to their lungs to explain. You pouted while waiting for them to settle down.

Jungkook wiped his eyes with the back of his hands and took a replenishing breath. "Hyung is an honorific that means older brother, but it's only used between men. Girls call older men 'oppa'."

"Hobi oppa," you tried and Jungkook began giggling again. Hoseok's face went red.

"I'm not your oppa," he mumbled, looking away from you.

You turned to Yoongi for some kind of explanation or comfort. His eyes held no amusement for the situation anymore. "Oppa is kind of personal, between people you're close with. It can be kind of intimate. Some women say that to their partners, too, but some men don't like it. Bottom line, Hoseok doesn't feel comfortable with you like that."

You flushed when he explained your blunder, turning red in all the spots that weren't black and blue. "I'm sorry, Hoseok," you said quietly.

"It's fine," he told you before taking a long drink from his beer.

You looked down at the plate in your lap to hide your face, their laughter still ringing in your ears. Yoongi leaned into you. "Val, you can call me oppa," he told you softly.

You smiled shyly at him. "Yoongi oppa?"

His own smile grew. "Yeah." His cheeks grew pink again. Jungkook snorted as he went back to his pizza.

"I think I'll go to bed," you informed the boys with a stretch and a yawn several beers later. You'd paced yourself under Yoongi's supervision and he held back because technically he was on call. But Hoseok and Jungkook had gotten progressively more drunk and loud. You learned that the drunker they got the more Korean and less English they spoke. Which didn't bother you. They could speak whatever they wanted. You engaged in a little conversation with Yoongi about what your childhood home in Veracruz had been like, but Yoongi was so comforting to talk to that it made you more and more sleepy as the night grew late, and that made it difficult for you to keep up with English as well.

"Do you want something to help you sleep?" Yoongi asked as you got to your feet.

"No, thanks, oppa. I'm pretty tired as it is. I think I'll be okay."

Yoongi's eyes were filled with a gentle joy that made you smile right back at him. "If you need anything you know where to find me." You nodded and walked around him to go into the house. "Goodnight, doc. Night, boys." You waved lazily at them and could hear them address Yoongi loudly and aggressively in Korean once you walked away. There was one word you were able to pick out though. Oppa.

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ninlilwinds · 2 years

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hi again!! thank you sm for doing my request(the cuddling one), i loved it a lot💜 if it isn't much could i request platonic venti, scaramouche? xiao and childe x fem best friend reader with the same prompt as the girls when they hear someone insulting their lover but it's the best friend one this time? i hope this is clear and if not excuse me cuz english isn't my first language😅 have a lovely day!!

Character Defending Fem! Best friend! Reader!

Hi thank you for the request! Of course here you go! I hope you like it! And don't worry English is not my first language either so any mistakes I make please let me know!

Plot: Character hears someone speaking badly about their best friend. How will they react? Also, at the bottom I will have a link to a similar prompt where it's genshin girls and their girlfriends! Check that out if you have the chance!

Characters: (In order) Venti, Scaramouche, Xiao, Childe

Warning: Not Proofread.

Venti

I don't see Venti getting too offended at first. He knows it's just words of mouth and don't hold much significance.

Soon they will be gone with the wind.

But more and more people join in...well that was different now. A breeze was one thing, a strong wind another

After hearing the insults for a while by a guy you rejected earlier that day and his pals, Venti grew more and more impatient. He walked over and waved, "hello fellow friends! What are we talking about?"

Everyone knew you were Venti's best friend. They'd often see you and Venti walking around. When it came to matters of you, he would have zero shame. He was willing to have his reputation ruined.

"Oh nothing important."

Venti's cold smile was unwavering, "Oh really? Well, who wants to hear a melody about evil backstabbers getting what they deserve? I'm getting sudden inspiration." He said taking his lyre out.

As soon as he strummed the first few chords he wind around the group picked up, blasting their hairs in their faces and making them lose their footing.

"Oh what's this? Best we all leave seems like a storm is coming." He said in a fake worry.

They all ran out and walked off, a sudden tornadoes following after him. Venti heard your family voice down below and when he looked over the wall u had just finished talking to Amber and were walking into the city. The winds calmed and he smiled running over to you, "(Y/N)!!" He hugged you, and even though he knew you hadn't heard the insults, he still felt the need to compliment you, "You're amazing, dealing with so many low lives and waste of times you know. Maybe we should celebrate with some wine!"

You glared at him, "This is just an excuse to get me to buy you a drink you suck up. I haven't even gotten home yet."

"Aw come on (Y/N). It'll be fun~" He dragged you to the bar. This was going to be an interesting night

He made sure those guys always had an intolerable wind following them.

Scaramouche

The way you and Scara became friends was odd. He found you as such an amazing person compared to his murderous and dark self. Being around you was refreshing

There isn't one thing he wouldn't do to make you happy. Well, maybe some things but that list is very small

So he isn't scared to put some people in their place

The girl had always been your "rival". Well, you personally held no grudge against her, but she had always loathed that in training you were always slightly better

"You know the only reason she is actually good is because that harbinger in on her side. Besides that she's worthless." The girl scoffed.

Her friend looked around nervously, "Maybe we shouldn't talk about this here..."

The girl rolled her eyes, "Oh what's gonna happen? Am I gonna hurt her feelings? Boohoo." She said sarcastically.

Scaramouche stood behind her, his shadow looming over her, "I wouldn't let that happen. I'll give you five seconds to run, but only because I want some entertainment out of this."

The girl froze and turned around slowly, "S-sir, I can explai-"

"One."

"Wait I didn't mean to-"

"Two."

The friend began to ran, the girl too frozen in fear to move.

"Three."

That snapped the girl out and she began to ran as fast as she could. She turned the corner and you could hear her whimpers outside. Scaramouche counted the four in his head and he was about to begin the chase when you came into the room.

"Oh hey Scara. Why did that girl run out of here so scared. You're not being a jerk again are you?" You crossed your arms.

Scaramouche knew if he told you why she was running, you'd find out about the insults, but maybe that would be a wakeup call, "She was speaking ill of you."

You frowned and remained silent then smiled, "Well thanks for defending me, but next time don't threaten them with death. It’s not that serious and I already know she hates me."

What you said didn't sit right with him. No one should be bath mouthing you. But as long as you were ok, he would stay out of it. Away but close enough to intervene at any moment

Xiao

Wow this is hard. How would he react? I mean who would even dare insult you knowing you have a vigilant Yaksha on your side

But someone staying at an inn, someone who has too much pride, bumped into you. You were carrying a tray of Almond Tofu for Xiao and you spilled it all over her

She was furious and insulted you for a bit but then stormed off to a balcony to talk with the other friend she was with

"First day here and I'm already meeting the waste of breaths that Liyue has. I should've stayed home." She huffed.

"I know right. I mean you were right there. Is she blind or something?" Her friend agreed.

The girl shook her head, "I'm filing a complaint. She looked like an employee. I hope her clumsy self loses her job."

Xiao at first stayed away from it, but then he saw you coming up the steps towards the balcony, and he knew you'd be upset. So, he did the only thing he knew how to.

Putting his mask on he appeared in front of the girls, "Leave." He said.

The two girls yelped in surprise and stepped back, "Who are you?"

Xiao took his spear out. Apparently his point wasn't coming across clearly enough. He pointed it at them and then after a long pause he repeated himself, "I said, leave."

The girls both looked at each other and ran away, back to their rooms.

He swore never to hurt a human, but those two girls were making his promise very very hard to keep. Are those things considered humans? More like monster in human flesh.

You finally made your way up the steps with a fresh platter of Almond Tofu, "Sorry I took so long. I had a small inconvenience." You said walking over to him.

He gratefully accepted the tofu you, "I know." He stated coldly, still bitter.

"Ah I don’t pay much mind to it." You waved it off, "People like them are all...very rude."

They didn't stay another night, and never filed that complaint. They ran out of the inn in the middle of the night when Xiao decided to scare them. He couldn't hurt humans directly, but scaring them wasn't on the list...

Childe

He wouldn't tolerate it under his watch. Nope.

Those people better get ready for some "friendly sparring"

It was a friend of yours that had recently had an argument with you, who was now speaking badly about you to his sparring partner. The partner only nodded in some points he agreed with, but that was enough to get him punished too

"I mean she thinks she's all that, but she really isn't." Your friend said, "She lacks in so many areas and really she isn't that smart at picking up clues. She just needs to leave the Fatui. She isn't even fit for this job. She can barely hold her weapon." Your friend ranted.

His sparring partner eyed Childe warily. He had entered during the middle of the fight and your friend hadn't noticed him at first. Childe crossed his arm with a cold smile, as if daring him to continue.

"Um..." The partner parried one of the moves and then called timeout, "I better go."

Your friend scoffed, "Go where?"

"Away from here." He pointed towards Childe and then packed up quickly leaving.

The color from your friends face drained. How much did he hear? He knew Childe. He had hung out with him when you two were together not to mention he's a harbinger. And he also knew how fond he was of you.

Childe took his dual swords out, "Why not a friendly spar, comrade?" His smile took a devious turned.

"Sure..." Your friend slowly took his sword and held it at the ready.

The fight began and Childe held back a lot. He never let out his foul legacy despite how much he wanted to use it. He knew it'd do more harm than good to himself and wasn't worth it. He finally gave his all at the end hitting your friend so hard he dropped to the floor panting

"Done already?" Childe stood over them, "How disappointing." He turned around, putting his blades away, "And in the future, I would suggest you don't speak so ill of (Y/N). Or anyone."

In the little bit of strength your friend had, he nodded. And with that, Childe walked away, not spending another minute in the same room as him.

He had your friend transferred away. As upset as you were about him leaving without you guys making up, once a backstabber always a backstabber. He didn't trust your friend to better himself. And so you barely saw your friend again

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hwanchaesong · 2 years

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OK NVM i saw ur hongjoong imagine (i cried a little, then smiled so big i tell u) so imma change my request if thats okay! since you’ve already done less of you, i’ll request for strawberries and cigarettes intead. yk like that kind of vibe where seonghwa is a next door soft boy who’s always admired u as he watches u do shit he never imagines himself to do, but it just happens and it turns out the other party likes him too 🥺🥺🥺 just some late night sneaking out running away from whatever and theres this part he just stares and realize wow, he’s so in love AAAAAAAAAAA the genre is up to u bff hehe

a/n: this request is unique pls, i'm sucker for reversed roles 🤧 here ya go, tho i'd still want to do the jongho one if ever- @jonghoya 🥲🥲

👤: ATEEZ Park Seonghwa

📼: Strawberries and Cigarettes - Troy Sivan

genre & warnings: fluff, sprinkle of angst, slightly suggestive, mentions of alcohol, smoking, two curses

word count: 1.1k

for anyone who wants to, don't be shy and send me asks based on Prompts Request Song Version. Thank you so much!

"You see that?"

A five year old Seonghwa looked up at his mother who is currently pointing towards a young girl, ragged clothes and messy hair, bullying another kid in the playground.

It's his neighbor since birth, the girl next door that never does anything good.

"Don't be like that when you grow up, okay?"

Seonghwa remembers that scene clearly, he promised to his mother and to his self that he will never be a bad person.

He did his best to make his mom proud, he steered away from trouble, had good grades, he grew up so well that most parents wanted to adopt him.

Maybe that's the reason why he's confused right now, 23 years of experience and knowledge yet he doesn't understand why he's standing in front of your figure, nonchalantly leaning in your car, expressionless but your eyes spoke something else.

"You're early, Park."

"They already went to bed so.."

His voice trailed off, not sure on how to continue his sentence, making you laugh at his innocence.

"I get it." you lifted yourself off of your car that you were previously leaning on, walking towards the passenger seat and throwing him your keys.

"Now, let's get you to drive."

The man fumbled around the keys, flustered when his reflexes told him to catch it, glaring at you afterwards.

"This is illegal, I still haven't gotten my d-"

You rolled your eyes, opening the car door and situating yourself inside, "Get on, Park, don't make me wait or else." you warned, clicking your tongue and raising an eyebrow to emphasize your statement.

Seonghwa couldn't help the sigh that came out of his lips.

He really doesn't know how he ended up like this. He doesn't want to disappoint his parents, but the thrill he feels when he's with you is different.

A kind of change that he didn't know he'll need until he got a taste of it.

The night you first interacted with each other, asking him to light your cigarette had him running, scared that he'll go astray with his path, not until you cornered him. Flashing your car's headlight at the dead end he put himself into, calling him a 'fool.'

Everything was like a blur, you're the one who drinks whiskey and beer, you're the one who inhales weed like it's free real estate, although in the end, he was the intoxicated one.

So, so addicted to you that he finds himself sneaking outside just to meet up with you. Hiding and lying from his parents about his whereabouts at night, when in reality, he's out there giggling his ass off because you forgot your keys inside your car, locking both of you out in the cold.

It was a memorable moment, a daydream in the middle of a long night.

"Aren't you cold?" Seonghwa asked you meekly, noticing your exposed skin due to the crop top and shorts that you're wearing.

It was chilly, breeze blowing and the ongoing transition of winter to spring is definitely not helping.

You looked down at your outfit, chuckling at him, "What? You're worried?" you quipped back, "If you are, then let me borrow your jacket."

A warm, soft cloth was wrapped around you, it was too sudden and the only thing that you can register is his minty breath and large, sparkly eyes.

He's close.

"Here you go, I-"

Cut off by your lips suddenly, he couldn't get a word out, disbelief yet enjoyment enveloping his veins at the thought of kissing you.

Full blown making out in public? No, that's not his cup of tea.

With you though? He'll beg to differ.

He has admired you for a long time. He thought that it was him being jealous of your carefree nature, laid-back and nothing to worry about. Then that kiss happened, he needed that to realize that he has the longest crush on you.

Your bright smile, bold attitude and fearless persona are the things that he would always find in other girls.

You are his standard and he is yours.

Especially when the two of you got a bit heated during that kiss, thankfully, a stray cat decided to interrupt your session before the two of you do something that you'll surely regret.

Alright, he'll drive as long as it makes you happy.

You both arrived at a camping site, courtesy of you teaching him the directions and encouraging him throughout the ride that he's doing well.

"Come sit with me." you ushered him to make himself comfortable in your car's hood.

"Look up, aren't they pretty."

You were pertaining to the stars, shining down upon your statures, screaming for you to be honest and be upright about your feelings.

"They are, but it's kinda cloudy, we can't see them well." Seonghwa muttered, making you slap his arm.

"You're so pessimistic," an idea popped in your head, fingers slithering towards his, holding his hand tightly in yours, "we'll see them soon enough, you just have to wait for the sky to clear."

His head turned to look at you, a childlike wonder on your face that he always made his heart skip a beat.

During the years of knowing you, he understands that you were misinterpreted by a lot of people. They see you as a bad influence yet he sees you as a girl full of sadness but still hopeful for your future.

You decided to change yourself up for the sake of protecting your sanity, your emotions, your everything from the harsh world.

Isn't it ironic?

A girl wearing all black, ripped clothing and a man donning a fluffy hoodie and jogging pants under the moonlight, clicking like they're soulmates.

It was like a game, he was always wishing for you to change, but now he knows, and he'll forever apologize for wanting to turn you into something that you're not. Promising that he'll accept and support you no matter what.

As he peers into your eyes, an overwhelming feeling washed over his soul.

He remembers his jacket that he lent you back then, your scent lingering in it. The way you held him tightly. Your lips that tasted like sugar and smoke. Every inch and part of you are now engraved on him, and he's not about to let that go.

He fucking loves you.

So damn much that he took the initiative to lean in, closing the gap between and sealing your fate with him.

You did nothing but accept it, of course you would, it's the man that you are head over heels with since the day he decided to drape that cozy piece of clothing on you.

You might tell him this when the right time comes, but a greatest secret of yours is the fact that he made you feel like you're at home in his presence, and that is more than enough reason for you to harbour intense sentiments for him.

Yes, it was always worth the wait. Even with the missed messages and calls, circular clouds that you puff out, unhealthy sugar intake, lighters and 60 kph, not even a holiday and running away can help him.

Park Seonghwa is in too deep and he wanted more of you.

His hunger for that strawberry and cigarette flavor of your lips will never be satiated.

He doesn't need to be like you when he grows up, all he needs is to be with you until death.

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501st-rexster · 8 months

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HERE IT IS

So I got a confidence boost and finally finished the first part of the first chapter of the Western AU.

I really hope people like this, I have spent a long time working on the story and have had a lot of fun writing it. But for now, here's the first part!

Outlaw For Truth

TW: Mild swearing, drinking, death, graphic description of injuries, ANGST

WC: 2,718

No one ever said being an officer of the law was easy.

No one ever warned that you'd be falsely accused of murder, arrested by the very people you try to protect, and be forced to team up with an outlaw to find your best friend’s killer all while evading an unrelenting mule of a man and a rattler that would like nothing more than to see your blood stain the dirt.

And no one ever told Deputy Rex Ward that he'd go through such an ordeal he'd be within inches of his life more times than he could count in less than a month.

No one could have possibly prepared him for Cody Fett’s death.

Wild West, South Dakota, 1896

“Is the coffee maker fixed yet, Rex?”

The Deputy sighed heavily, glancing over at the Sheriff that sat with his boots up on his desk, chewing aggressively on a toothpick. “No, Cody, it’s not going to be fixed since the last time you asked me twenty minutes ago. We still haven't gotten a new replacement for the broken bottom.” He retorted as he ran a polishing cloth over the barrel of his Whitworth rifle. “If you're real desperate, why don'tcha stick a can outside and put some crushed beans in there. I'm sure it'll taste fine.” He snickered.

Sheriff Cody Fett took the toothpick from his mouth and sighed heavily before he flicked it at his friend with a smirk. “That attitude ain’t changed one bit since we were kids, has it?”

Deputy Rex Ward rolled his eyes when the toothpick hit his knee. He cracked a smile at his senior officer. “You’re the one who chose me for a Deputy, sir,” he pointedly sneered the name. “You had your choice of the other officers, but you chose your best friend. Means you have to deal with all the attitude I come with. Not my fault you make poor decisions.”

Cody tilted his Stetson hat down to create a better shadow over his eyes as they narrowed ever so slightly, the golden glow shining in the late afternoon sunlight that snuck in the window, outlining his thin lipped grin. “Watch it, you son of a bitch, or I’ll have to string you up one of these days.” He joked.

Rex opened his mouth to say something when another voice beat him to words. “Can’t you two go one day without poking at each other? Ain’t you got better things to do?” Asked Officer Jesse Brooks as he walked in, adjusting the black and white bandana around his neck. “Can’t believe you two still bicker like a pair of badgers fightin’ over a rattlesnake.” He muttered.

Rex kicked back and tilted his head as he leaned his rifle against his desk, shrugging the shoulders of his navy blue jacket. “Ah, come on, Jess, we’re not nearly that aggressive. Now, you get Cody and that bastard Fox Gray in the same room…” He snickered as he cast a mischievous glance over at his best friend.

Sheriff Fett sighed. “You’re not talking about that duel we had a few years back, are you?” His tone held a hint of exasperation, even more so when Rex nodded. “Yeah, well, he shoulda known not to mess with me. He’s lucky I didn’t put a bullet through his forehead.”

“No, you just put one in his shoulder instead.”

“Enough, Rex.”

Jesse couldn’t help but smile at the usual banter between the two officers of the law. In the three years he’d worked with them as an officer for the town of Yankton, he had learned within the first month that Cody Fett and Rex Ward had been friends since they were boys, only age eight, and had sworn to protect each other for life. They were like brothers to each other. Now, twenty five years later, they sat at the highest seats in town, willingly burdened with the safety of their people. And they’d done a fantastic job of protecting everyone. The amount of outlaws and ne’er-do-wells they’d put behind bars rivaled anyone in the history of the town.

Jesse hung his vest on the rack near the door; the early afternoon sun, despite the late season, still scorched the town. The Officer removed his holster from his belt and set it on the desk as he fell into his chair. He grabbed the metal cup of water and took a long swig before leaning his head back and blowing a hard breath through his lips.

The Deputy spun his custom Colt Revolver in his hand, backwards then front, then backwards again. “Y’alright, Jess? You look a little tired.”

“Have you been outside today, sir? It’s gotta be ninety bleedin’ degrees out! Ain’t even a slight bit airish!” He then shook his head. “But that’s less important’n what I been hearing. We been getting reports of mysterious threats bein’ left on folks’ doors,” he said far more seriously.

The Sheriff sat up straight. “Someone’s threatening the people?” Asked Cody, clearly ready to swing at whoever might be winding up to hurt his townsfolk.

Jesse hesitated, then shook his head. “Well, not exactly. They’re getting threats, but not aimed at them. Seems almost everyone’s gotten a threat that was aimed at you.” He nodded to his Sheriff.

Rex turned his head to his best friend with wide eyes only to find a faint smile on Cody’s face. “That ain’t anything new. Same thing happened a few years back, remember, Rex?”

The Deputy chuckled. “Found out it was some kids playin’ a prank. Boy, did they spend time working that off.”

Jesse hesitated. “There has been word of a few new outlaws in the area, though. Maybe one’s set his sights on our town.”

Rex narrowed his amber eyes, his pistol stopping in his hand to be held at the ready. “Then they’d be messing with the wrong men. Anyone threatens Fett, they mess with me, too. Ain’t nothing gonna happen to him as long as I’m around.”

“Ever the optimistic one, aren’t you, Ward?” The sly voice came from the door, and Rex groaned, dropping his head back as he holstered his pistol.

“No one asked you, ya uppish mule,” snarled Rex. The words brought a snort of entertainment from both the Sheriff and Jesse. The Military Captain’s eyes narrowed and he stalked over to Rex’s desk, his boots clacking on the creaky wooden floor, to plant his hands on the oak top. His eyes bored into the Deputy, the large scar that ran over his right eye more vibrant in the limited light.

“I know you feel awful cushy in my old place, Ward. I don’t give half a mind what you have to say. You’ll always be a prudish boy who doesn't know his place.” the Captain said, silver eyes glaring down at the Deputy.

Rex slowly turned his head to the Captain, a faint smirk on his face. “Oh, I know my place, Wolffe. It’s right above you, where I belong. And you’ll refer to me with respect, else I’ll have your badge from the outpost.” He threatened.

Wolffe scoffed. “My badge? We all know it’s Fett’s badge you want!” He sneered.

Rex’s eyes sharpened in a millisecond. “What?”

Cody sat up straight, eyebrows knit with confusion. Wolffe laughed. “Come off it, Deputy. I know you want to be Sheriff. You want all the power-”

Before anyone could do anything, Wolffe found himself pinned against the wall, Rex’s hand tight around the collar of his gray jacket. His black boots were planted with one back and one pressed against Wolffe’s leg, keeping him secured, as if the daggers in his eyes wouldn't do that well enough. The Deputy’s face was wrought with fury. “Don’t you ever accuse me of wanting that. I’d follow Cody to the ends o’ the Earth, and he deserves every morsel of where he is. I’ve never wanted to be Sheriff, I’m content where I am, cuz I earned it. You’re making some pretty big talk for someone who failed at their job not long ago.”

Wolffe immediately tried to shove Rex’s hands away, but the man’s grip was like iron. Wolffe scoffed. “Still up on that high horse, Deputy. You’ll know your place one day.”

Rex shoved Wolffe back against the wall before he dropped the man’s shirt from his hands and stepped back. “I told you. I know my place.” He stepped back to his desk and picked up his black Stetson, slipping it on with a huff of air. His rifle was lifted into his hand, grip tight on the stock, then he started towards the door. “It’s at our Sheriff’s side.” He reached the door and pushed it open, letting the early afternoon sun blanket him in light before he turned his head to halfway face the Captain. His golden eyes were masked under the shadow of his hat, but they still held a determined sheen to them. “It always will be.”

The moment after Rex left, Cody leaned back in his chair, his boots once again up on his desk as he smirked at Wolffe. “I woulda thought you’d have learned by now, Captain. Ward isn’t a person you mess with. And should you ever question his integrity again, I’ll personally drag you to the stocks.”

After Wolffe angrily adjusted his jacket and stormed to the back towards the records he was there to receive, Cody chuckled slightly then looked out the window to see his friend mount his horse and trot down the street to start his patrol. “I’ve got yer’ back, brother. And I know you’ve got mine.”

Later that day, as Cody was slipping on his jacket, ready to head out, he heard the sound of boots coming up the steps and he turned to see Rex walk back into the building. He crossed his arms with a smirk.

“You’ve been gone a while. Did your patrol go well?” His head tilted. “Or were you spending all that time steamin’ about Wolffe?”

Rex’s fist clenched and he shook his head with an exasperated sigh. “I could never fully express how much I hate him.”

Cody scoffed. “You two have hated each other for years. Ever since you met the guy, you’ve hated him.”

Rex leaned against the doorjamb. “Something ‘bout him rubs me the wrong way. He’s a self-entitled jackass, Cody. I just-” His lips pursed in a frown and Cody sighed. He clipped his holster to his belt then walked to his friend’s side and slung his arm around Rex’s shoulder.

“Brother, you can’t be letting him get to you like that. Sure, he drives us nuttier n’ a blackfly in June, but you’re the one he should be worried about. You’ve got the quickest draw in the land, and with those barking irons,” he nodded to the pistols holstered on Rex’s belt. “Folks know not to mess with you.” He knocked his head against Rex’s causing their hats to go askew. “And don’t listen to what he said. I know you’ll always be at my side. That junk about you after my badge-”

Rex shook his head. “Cody, I don’t know what the hell was in his head, but-”

“Hey, I know you’d never do that.” The grin that shone like the sun broke out on Cody’s face. His hand pressed against Rex’s chest. “This right here? This is the purest person I know. You don’t ever have to worry about me thinkin’ bad of you, cuz there’s nothing to think of. You’re my best friend, Rex. My brother. Always have been, always will be. I won’t take slander from some brown-nosed Captain who thinks he’s better’n you.” He nudged Rex with his shoulder and finally drew a smile from his Deputy. “C’mon. Let’s go for a drink.”

Rex grinned at his best friend. “Don’t gotta ask me twice.

Five minutes later they walked into the saloon where the barkeep looked up and grinned at them. “If it ain’t my two best customers. What’ll it be today, boys? Whiskey? Bourbon?” Mayday asked, and Rex chuckled as they sat down after waving at a few of the locals.

“Gimme your strongest, Mayday, I gotta get something off my mind.”

Mayday turned around and started pouring a glass of the strongest whiskey he had, smirking as he did. “Something, or someone?” He wondered. Cody snickered at the question.

Rex rolled his eyes. “Captain Wolffe. Every time I see that bastard I want to slug him in the face. And his brother ain’t any better. He’s SO much worse. That snake drives me insane.” Rex took an immediate sip of the whiskey as soon as it was placed in front of him. Cody glanced up at Mayday.

“I’ll have my usual. Bourbon and rum.” He then glanced at Rex. “Look, I know you’ve always hated them, but why do you hate them so much-”

“You serious?” Rex turned to Cody. “Have you forgotten what happened the first time we all met?” Cody sighed and nodded in reluctant agreement. “‘Sides, he’s a jerk, he’s stuck up, he’s heartless, he don’t care about anyone. The Gray brothers are bastards.”

Cody took a slow sip of his drink when Mayday handed it to him, then leaned on the counter. “Okay, I get it. You’ve always hated them. They’re not too high up on my list of folks I like, but you gotta realize Wollfe is just doin’ his job right?” Cody then hesitated before he started chuckling. “What the hell am I defending him for, I hate him too!” He then smirked deviously with a glance at his best friend. “And I ain’t ever thrown out a telegram so fast as the one I got from the Sheriff o’ Deadwood.”

Rex barked out a laugh. “You threw out a ‘gram from Fox and you ain’t even read it? Now that’s my kind of petty!”

Mayday leaned on the counter with a grin. “I’d love to see the day them Gray brothers get what they deserve. Fox an’ Wolffe? Ain’t never been two people less suited for law. I heard even the people in Fox’s town hate ‘im. And a few of the soldiers from the Outpost have come by here, inconspicuously, and gotten drunk over how much they hate it.”

Rex tilted his head. “Wait, they come here? Why not go to Dell Rapids, it’s closer, ain’t it?” Wondered the Deputy, but Mayday grinned.

“Yeah, it’s closer, but that bartender ain’t got an ear for dirt on people like I got. You know I got all the good info on everyone. Don’t matter if you’re from our town or not, I know shit. Besides, one of ‘em once said I make a better mixed drink and apparently my brandy tastes better.” Mayday shrugged. “Extra business and talk from the outpost. I ain’t complaining!”

Cody and Rex laughed and began to exchange enjoyable conversation, set up the next poker night, and talked about how good the hunting had been this year. Hours passed, and the local patrons slowly trickled out until it was just Cody and Rex.

Mayday glanced at the clock and chuckled. “Alright, boys, I’m gonna hafta call it, it’s nearly eleven and you two have a town to take care of. Get yer asses home.” As the two lawmakers stood up after paying the tab, Mayday nodded at them and they nodded back.

Cody slung his arm around Rex’s shoulder as they walked out, laughing with each other. They got to the main road, and Cody nodded towards the station. “Hey, I got a few more reports I gotta finish but I’ll see you tomorrow, brother. Bright and early.”

Rex knocked his head against Cody’s and pulled him close. “Always. Don’t work yourself too hard. I’ll see you tomorrow, brother.” They let each other go and parted ways, and as Rex walked down the moonlit street, he chuckled to himself.

He couldn’t ask for a better partner than Cody.

All that they had done together, the years they’d spent growing up as brothers and protecting each other, learning to hunt and working their way up the ranks to achieve their dreams of being lawmakers.

They had done everything together. Never alone. Always by one another’s sides.

And Rex couldn’t ask for anything more than that.

The next morning, Rex rode up to the station in the barely lit street, still in the early hours, when a small whinny made him glance up to see Cody’s horse, Trapper, tied at the post, stomping its feet. Rex’s eyebrow rose. Maybe Cody had come in early? He looked up at the station, but none of the lights were on. He chuckled to himself.

Cody had never gotten home. He fell asleep at his desk again.

Rex had always chided Cody on staying late and falling asleep at the department, but the man was so dedicated to his work it was hard to keep him from it.

As Rex dismounted his horse and led him closer, he noticed Trapper seemed anxious. Rex tied his stallion up and smiled at the beautiful Chestnut belonging to Cody. He rubbed a hand over Trapper’s neck.

“Easy, boy. Easy. I’ll get you both some fresh water.” Rex walked to the well pump and filled up a bucket before he returned to the horses and poured the water into the low trough. Trapper hesitated, his head looking around warily and lingering on the department before he slowly lowered his head and began to drink. Rex smiled and ran his hand down his horse’s neck before turning towards the station.

He quietly walked up the steps and into the station, the floor creaking under his boots as the worn wood always did. Electing to leave the light off, he shed his jacket and dropped it on his desk as he walked over to Cody’s desk. He smirked when he saw Cody’s silhouette slumped with one arm stretched across his desk, his forehead leaning on his other. Rex chuckled again. “C’mon, Cody, it’s time for work.” He said, eyebrow rising at no visible response. He reached out his hand to shake Cody’s shoulder, but it was met with a wet feeling on Cody’s shirt. Rex drew back his hand quickly as he leaned on Cody’s desk only to feel more liquid on his hands. He fumbled for the lamp on the desk, then his breath stopped when the light was flicked on.

Blood covered his hands, splattered Cody’s desk, and pooled under his arms. Rex’s throat was so tight he could barely breathe as he reached out to lift his best friend’s head. “C-Cody?” His voice sounded like a little boy, leaning closer to Cody, then he fell back when he saw the bullet hole in Cody’s forehead, the blood that covered his face from open wounds, bruises that dotted his neck and spotted his cheeks, and his eyes, half-open and void of any life.

“N…No…” Rex collapsed to the floor, struggling to find any semblance of air in his lungs. He stared at his hands and his brother’s blood that wet them.

This couldn’t be happening.

Cody couldn’t be-

He couldn’t be dead. Rex couldn’t physically process it. Tears had started down his face and he shakily stood to kneel next to his best friend, reaching out his hand to touch Cody’s fluffy locks of hair. A sob escaped his lips and he fell forward, head pressed against the edge of Cody’s desk. “You can’t be gone… Cody…” He choked out. His hand remained on Cody’s head as he cried. “Come back to me…”

He suddenly jolted, realizing he needed to get help. He jumped and ran to the telephone, quickly spinning the rotary dial and calling the sheriff’s office in the next town over. As much as he absolutely hated to call him, he needed help. He listened to it ring and ring, then finally an answer came through, an irritated grumble.

“What the hell do you want, Ward?” Fox snarled. “It’s way too early.”

Rex let out a hard breath. “FOX! I-” He then hesitated. “Wait, how’d you know it was me?”

A small beat went by before Fox sighed. “You’re the only one who’s ever at the station this early. Now what do you want?”

Rex tried to steady his breathing. “Cody is dead… someone killed him last night, Fox!”

“What do you expect me to do about it?” The cold voice asked.

Rex’s eyebrows rose at the odd response. “What do I… Fox, Cody is DEAD! I expect you to come help me!” He demanded.

A small grunt was heard on the other end of the line. “Calm yerself, I’ll be there.”

Rex heard the phone click and he stared at the receiver for a moment. Fox had not taken the news like he thought he would.

But Rex didn’t have time to worry about that right now. He stood up and squeezed his eyes shut, looking over his shoulder at Cody’s body. “What do I do without you?” He barely whispered. His mind began to swirl and he slid to the ground, barely stabilizing himself with the table. His head pounded and he squeezed his eyes shut as his body began to shake. “I can’t do this without you…”

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Alright, there's the first part of the first chapter!! I really hope this absolutely destroyed some people because I love demolishing people's hearts with my writing (it seems to be one of the few things I'm good at in life) Please let me know what you thought and if you want to read more once I finish the first chapter!

#the clone wars #captain rex #commander cody #commander fox #commander wolffe #clone wars au #cowboy au

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haywire-hetfield · 1 month

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hey, i was scrolling on your page and saw that you're sorta in the mood to write dave ellefson ships, so could you do dave mustaine x dave ellefson with ellefson as top and dave as bottom? i haven't seen one of these yet and i'd be interested to read one.

Sure thing!

Also I have actually written bottom Dave x top David a couple times before! I've written it here and here

Warnings: Past James/Dave (mentioned), angst with hurt/comfort

Words: 1,310

Dave knew his emotions got out of hand sometimes. Usually, they were at their worst when he’d been drinking. He was hypersensitive to seemingly everything and his already short fuse was matched with reduced decision making skills. It was a nasty mix and he didn’t envy anyone who had to deal with it.

But the problem was he was completely sober in David’s bed. No alcohol or any drugs filled his system, yet he was still down on his hands and knees and feeling so overwhelmed with emotion that he could cry. David rocked into him rhythmically, a bit uneven at times, but he was doing a good job. It shouldn’t be difficult to just be in this moment with him, but Dave was finding it nearly impossible.

The last time he had done this, it had been with James the night before he’d been kicked out of the band. He’d been so angry at the time, but he didn’t feel angry anymore. Now, he only felt used and that was worlds worse than anger. If he was angry, he could lash out. He could punch something, he could fight someone, he could throw a fragile object until it shattered.

With sadness, he was the fragile object and he was quickly shattering. Maybe he hadn’t moved on from it as much as he thought he had. Because as much as he tried to enjoy this, all his mind could conjure up was James.

James’ large hands holding onto him, warm and desperate in the same way David’s were. Moaning just like James had during that last night they were together. He wasn’t sure when the tears first started, but he noticed when David paused.

“Shit, are you crying?” David asked and didn’t even give Dave time to reply before he continued talking. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to hurt you,” His voice was rambling and so gentle it made Dave’s heart hurt. He couldn’t believe David could ever be James, could ever hurt him the way James had.

He began to pull out, but Dave reached back quickly and grabbed his hip. He really didn’t want to be the holdout here. What kind of person was he if he couldn’t even have sex anymore? James didn’t ruin this for him, he couldn’t have. If he could just get through this, he could prove he was truly over it.

“Don’t stop, Junior. It just feels intense, that’s all. Keep going,” Dave wasn’t technically lying, it did feel intense. It just wasn’t the physical part that was doing it, his emotions and mind were running wild. David stayed still for a few moments and Dave worried he was going to stop altogether. He pressed back hard, trying to push him to continue. “Fuck me,” He whined and attempted to steady his voice so it didn’t sound like he was full-on crying.

“How can I make it less intense?” David asked before he would allow himself to continue. It made Dave want to laugh and cry at the same time, always so stupidly sweet. Like a little lost puppy that was trying to impress his new owner.

“Just talk to me, okay? Keep talking to me, Junior. Say whatever you want,” Dave told him and he could practically feel the confusion radiating off of David. But he didn’t push it. All he did was stroke Dave’s hips gently, in a way Dave knew was supposed to comfort him. It did feel nice, it was soft in a way he hadn’t gotten in a while.

“You’re doing a really good job,” David said after a few long seconds, beginning to move inside of him again. His thrusts were slower and less rough this time around, acting as though Dave was going to break if he got too rough.

Dave’s breathing got under control a bit. The tears didn’t stop welling up entirely, but they did slow down and he could fake being fine a lot easier. If David looked at him, he might even be able to pass the tears off as coming from pleasure or overstimulation. He didn’t want to take that risk, though, so he stayed facing away from David.

“You’re so pretty and you’re…Fuck,” David’s soft words were cut off by him pressing into Dave a bit rougher. The thrust shook Dave’s body and he clung to that feeling. It was perfect, rubbing against his prostate just right. “You’re so good for me. You feel perfect around me. I’ve thought about this so often,” He admitted and it made Dave smile.

“Yeah? Thought about fucking me a lot, Junior?” Dave asked, his voice a bit shaky and he hoped he didn’t sound as screwed up as he felt. David took in a shaky breath and didn’t seem to notice anything being wrong. “Give it to me then. You can be rougher,” He encouraged. The I want you to be rougher was silent, but very obviously there.

David hesitated for a moment before deciding to give in. Dave clearly wanted this and he knew he wanted it too, there was no sense in denying them something they both desired. He built up a new pace, slowly getting faster and harder with Dave. At its most intense, it still wasn’t nearly as rough as Dave knew he could get, but he was happy to accept it for now. Baby steps.

“I think about fucking you so much,” David confirmed, voice shaky as he fucked into him. He didn’t pull out very far, he just hooked an arm around Dave’s waist and jackrabbited his hips into him. Their skin connected loudly and this made it feel much more real to Dave, something he appreciated. “You feel so good around me,” He panted and Dave could tell he was getting closer to coming.

Dave didn’t have anything to say to that, so he stayed silent. David’s words trailed off and eventually mostly stopped, but it was okay. Dave felt a bit better now and he understood why David couldn’t continue. It sounded like it was hard for David to even breathe, let alone form thoughts and turn them into coherent words. Dave purposefully tightened around him every other thrust and it seemed to have its intended effect.

“Fuck,” David choked out suddenly and made an aborted thrust in, stopping only about halfway. Dave couldn’t feel it, but he knew David was coming, filling the condom. Dave smiled and waited for David to finish completely. A few minutes later, David had caught his breath and eased himself out. He disposed of the condom first, trying to avoid a mess later on.

David didn’t say anything as he worked his hand underneath Dave’s body and wrapped it around his cock. Dave gasped and felt his body jerk suddenly, not expecting the action at all. He figured he would have to worry about himself now that David had come. That was the way things had always been with James.

But David didn’t even need to be asked. He just wrapped long fingers around Dave’s weeping cock and stroked him like making him come was the only thing he’d ever wanted. Each pull was long and the perfect grasp, Dave’s hips involuntarily rocking into the warm palm. It was everything he didn’t know he’d needed.

The minutes ticked by slowly, almost as though time wasn’t actually moving at all. Time passed, yet David didn’t complain about his wrist hurting or it taking too long. He just kept stroking and he let out a sweet coo when Dave finally spilled over his fingers.

“There you go. It feels good, doesn’t it? Did such a good job for me,” David murmured to him, his voice soft and flowery. And now, Dave felt so stupid for ever being reminded of James when he was with David. They were nothing alike.

#ellefstaine #david ellefson x dave mustaine #dave mustaine x david ellefson #dave mustaine #david ellefson #megadeth #megadeth smut #megadeth nsft #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine nsft #david ellefson smut #david ellefson nsft #smut #nsft #asks #rpf

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Hi! I'm sorry I took a few days to reply. Omg I'm so sorry you don't have a voice right now! That sounds so awful. Just try to drink as much water as possible I guess and hopefully it gets better. I think baking is a lot easier for me too..just because I don't make that many cooking recipes or anything and it's harder to know what dishes to make. I also think it takes a lot longer and same here..everyone is better at it than me and never gives me enough time to learn or anything. But I definitely think it will be a New Year's resolution for me to work on it more and just try harder. I hope your voice has at least gotten a little better since I last replied to you and that you're feeling better overall. Hopefully you can start the new year healthy but I hope you feel better sooner than that haha. The only time I've ever lost my voice is at concerts. I remember after my Taylor show, my sister lost her voice and couldn't talk for three days..but I've never had laryngitis. Well I also enjoy apple pie and I'm a fan of most desserts actually.

I think I will be happy with any vault songs she gives us and some of those are familiar to me too. I'm not sure why she didn't release Let's Go (Battle) but I think Need could be put on rep eventually..even if we know it's for Lover, it almost sounds more like rep. But it also reminds me a little of False God too so I'm not sure. I think she will add Beautiful Eyes to debut honestly which would be good since I don't really listen to it. The holiday album I'm more iffy on but I guess it could come this year maybe? I think I heard a rumor about it so idk.

Well I think I might have been confusing that one with NFU cuz he says I just miss the way that we talk..but I agree that I should give it another listen. But I really liked that one, and Glitter and Honey. I'm sorry you couldn't make the concert..that's such a bummer. Btw Saw you in a Dream is one of my fav songs ever but I actually haven't heard many other songs..just a few besides her newest album and maybe her EP before that. I don't actually know what my vinyl player looks like because it's unopened so I have not played anything on it yet but I hope you find what you're looking for and get lucky.

I liked him and think he will do good in the role but only saw one clip so far which was Wait For Me. I will have to look for more. Ooh who is the euryidice stunt cast? I hadn't heard about it. I still haven't got a chance to watch the parade performances or any Dancing performances actually. The only thing I saw was Taylors tour choreographer talking about the Vigilante Shit chair dance which is cool. She is the same choreographer who worked on the La La Land movie so that's pretty cool and I love the dancing in that movie so maybe I will watch a few. I also like the dancers in the tour during Lover and Enchanted.

Well I guess one goal I have is to finish more books that I start lol. Then of course finish the ones I'm in the middle of right now which is going to be paired up with a few on the list. My sister wants to read more too and I have a few in mind we can read together already that we never got to..which is the ones about twins and also the Night Circus. We also started Daisy Jones together a long time ago. Read more books that I own and are on my shelf and I made the goal of reading two books a month so far so we'll see how that goes. Wow that also is the same number of the year which is 24! So hopefully I stick to that. I also said that this year and failed miserably lol. I think I only read two full books this year and maybe two I was in the middle of from the previous year lol. Or maybe I will try to finish one or two I'm in the middle of right now before the year ends. I do not know many upcoming releases yet but Emily Henry and Carly Fortune are definitely two I'm looking forward to and the If he had been with me sequel. So I am supposed to reread that with my sister maybe next month since it comes out in February I think. Or Night Circus and Starless Sea too..idk cuz maybe those will take more than a month though. If you have any other books you think we can read together this year let me know. There is also the Today Tonight Tomorrow sequel and I hope to read the first one as it gets closer. What are some upcoming ones you're looking forward to?

So the movie was good! Like it was a pretty good and faithful adaptation I think. But I also didn't love it as much as other people really seem to either. It felt like they changed a few little things from the book or maybe just cuz I speed read it..oops. Although I'm not sure if you would get it as much if you didn't read the book..like if it would be confusing. I filled in a few things for my sister for example. I feel like the narration in the book made things clearer that was hard to show in the movie. The performances were good though at least. I liked the songs but I need to listen to the soundtrack again. It did not feel like the kind of movie I would wanna watch again really and it was kinda long. In fact it just made me want to rewatch the Hunger Games again and those movies were a lot better. It's just my opinion though I guess. I do like all the edits I've been seeing or connections and reading people's analysis though. I think we are also going to see the Renaissance movie this weekend too and I will probably enjoy that more lol. Although I'm worried it looks more like a documentary of the tour than the full concert..which kinda sucks cuz we didn't get to go.

I know she's been working on it a lot so I guess I wonder what will happen. What genre would you hope for in her new music? I've always wanted her to try more rock honestly so it makes sense why I loved I Can See You so much. I know it might be about her breakup though so I'm not really sure. Red also had hints of rock like State of Grace which is another one of my top favorites so I still have some hope. I also wonder if the music she's working on now could be for her upcoming film too..which it seems like no one has considered. That's so awesome that you saw all of your faves live this year..omg! If I ended up going to Paramore..then I could have said the same haha. They are definitely going to be one of my top artists haha. So I got Say Don't Go right technically but I think that was the only one. I also forgot that she already sang Afterglow or else I wouldn't have guessed it. Yes omg! I think that was my favorite pairing of these shows but I would've been fine with Innocent and Now we don't Talk. I love Say Don't Go but dislike it's Time to Go lol. Now that she's resetting the surprise songs next year, it will be harder to guess..which also makes it more fun! She also says there's extended version of the movie for her bday but didn't mention Cardigan in that list. Also she just put You're Losing Me on streaming finally. Maybe I will finally appreciate this song more but its also kinda just there for me lol. I wish I liked it more. I think it's honestly one of my least favorites out of all the songs she has released this year so hopefully TS11 has better songs. I hope you feel better and continue to have a good week. Happy wonderful Wednesday!!! 🩷

hi friend !! it has been ... ten (?) days without a voice now, which is just very frustrating but i'm mostly still in good spirits! the one downside is that my friend is coming into town friday through sunday, and i'm worried i won't have a voice by then still. but i can't really do anything about that, so we'll see. might have to continue doing text to speech robot voice! it's her first time in seattle too which makes it all the more interesting! but yes, staying hydrated, sitting next to the humidifier and just hoping i'll feel better soon! i went back to my best friend, the doctor's, and he gave me some new medication yesterday so hopefully that'll do it's magic soon! i'm surprised that i didn't lose my voice from eras weekend at all, but i did from boston (although that one is more so because i got sick → got laryngitis). guess it also makes a huge difference that eras took place over the summer!

what's your favorite dessert? mine is a toss up between black forest cake (what my mom makes for my birthday every year), tiramisu, and chocolate cake! but i also love oatmeal raisin cookies (probably my personal favorite thing to bake). my mom's also really good at baking bread, and i definitely need to pay more attention to her little tips and tricks when she does!

oh i could see the false god/need comparison! two of my close friends really want need to be released, and i hope it is for their sakes! i would loveeee the holiday album to come soon but i feel like it might be a "end of tour" gift next year? maybe? if tour is even over by then?

i was listening to i miss you already + i haven't left yet on vinyl yesterday as i worked! was thinking of you 🤍 i do think i still like his debut album more than i miss you already, but i also have listened to that one more/longer/etc. so maybe it's just recency bias! i feel like i'm starting to get burnt out (?) on new music? if that makes sense. but i'm also really excited for the holly/MUNA into your room, and then noah kahan/gracie abrams everything everywhere remixes that come out this week! but i think that's different since it's not new new music? i've been listening to fruitcake ep by sabrina carpenter a lot though! that one's really fun. saw you in a dream is soooo good and i also really like f a r a w a y ! but sunshine baby is definitely my favorite.

i heard rumors about lizzy mcalpine as eurydice? which i don't know how to feel about! for many reasons! here's an audioboot, if you're so inclined! i did see that quote and i thought that was really cool! i'm really excited that eras movie will be on streaming; i've got like ~ $25 amazon digital credits saved up, so i'm going to be streaming it on her birthday i think! just a little something fun! i notice new things every time, and i like picking a dancer — or two — to focus on! i would love to see a a BTS documentary of eras after it's done; i'm so curious about the quick changes, the rehearsal process, etc.

two books is still two more than you previously read! it's not a competition, and reading is supposed to be fun!! i almost started a new book tonight but i was too tired and then i remembered i haven't replied to you yet so i grabbed my laptop to do so! i think i'm going to try to work more on my les mis/night circus annotations tomorrow, and that'll probably be the last time i get to read until sunday or monday! i also need to update my reading thread — and make my 2024 reading tracker in google sheets! so much to do! i usually do a post on my book blog for 2024 anticipated releases, but i'm SO out of it that i can't even think of anything aside from my friends' books that are coming out!

i've never seen the hunger games movies aside from the first one, but i think what i want to do is do a series reread, watch the movies, read tbosas, then see it? maybe? or maybe read them all then watch them all? i have no idea! but all my friends have been talking to me about it and i have to be like WAIT I HAVEN'T READ IT YET DON'T SAY ANYTHING !!! it definitely has taken over my entire fyp, and i'm always in awe of how good people's editing skills are! i hope it's the full concert; you'll have to let me know how it is since i won't be seeing it for a while (if i end up seeing it)!!

i'm also not the biggest fan of it's time to go! i love the "but i've got me" line and think it's so symbolic of how this entire tour has been for her, and hearing her sing it live has definitely made me like it a bit more but i'm still not the biggest fan of it for some reason! out of all the surprise song combos in 2023, which one was your favorite? i wonder if cardigan will be on the streaming version, or in a physical DVD exclusive? we'll just have to wait and see! feels weird for her to exclude just cardigan. i did not expect her to release YLM today! i woke up and my phone was blowing up from friends about it haha! i do like it more with you know, proper production, dolby atmos, etc. and not ripped from an audio somewhere, but it's definitely not my favorite!

hope you have a good rest of your week!! 🤍 are you doing anything fun this weekend/anything you're looking forward to in december? love you!

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