#with Puppy it could go on for years which I really hope it does cause I don’t wanna lose him
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⋆ TAGS — mean!jk, heavy degradation, sub!oc vibes, fingering, creampiess, pussy eating, oc is super sensitive hehe, cock warming in the car, ass play(?), intense cow girl moment, dirty talk, mentions of squirting(?), messy sex, oc is cunty (CUNT CUNT CUNT), RED MF FLAGS, jk ain’t shit and neither is oc, mentions of cheating, possessive!oc don’t play about her bestie, joon n oc moment bc why not, she’s lowkey a bimbo, jk likes mocking oc, nasty sex, jk’s a simp for his bestie, oc whines a lot lol, 4liferrrsssss, oc messy asf but jk is too
⋆ WORD COUNT — 6.2 k
‘Something’s not right.’ Is what Sujin begins to think right off the bat when her boyfriend brings her to meet his “best friend”. Sujin already knew that Jungkook had a “girl” best friend wayy before she even talked to the man. All her friends were against it when she told them she was interested in Jungkook.
“No girl, you’re gonna regret it like big time. That man is going to have you looking like a fool.” They’d say but Sujin seemed hard of hearing..
Sujin knew what she was getting into but nothing could have prepared her for the hot piping mess being served in front of her face. For fucks sake her boyfriend couldn’t even fucking sit next to her because he chose to sit with “y/n”. Sujin wants to think it’s a childhood thing, maybe that’s why they’re so unnaturally close.
“Oh.” Sujin says when y/n tells her that no, they in fact met almost two years ago as college freshmans. (Sujin’s beginning to run out of ideas to make up in her head so she doesn’t go insane over the sight of you casually touching her boyfriend and Jungkook letting it happen?) Jungkook even helps separate your perilla leaf with his chopsticks.
What are you a child? Sujin’s NOT liking this so far.
“So,” Sujin smiles as politely as she can muster, “how’d you guys meet?”
You smile softly back at her, “My brother has a frat house and Jungkook happened to join, we only met cause my brother was forcing his frat guys to help me move into my new apartment. He made them do it shirtless which was pretty funny.”
Sujin nods slowly, “Ohh.. how nice. So like you guys started hanging out or what’s the deal?”
Jungkook shrugs, “I saw her manga books and we bonded over that,” he keeps it curt, like he’s not interested in talking to her (his own girlfriend), “we started chilling and yeah.” Sujin fucking hates when he talks to her like he’s bored already.
“He kept saying I reminded him of Bayonetta!” You pipe back in with a dreamy smile.
“Uh-huh, Bayonetta..” Sujin clears her throat and shifts around in her seat, “Uhh well, I think it’s getting a bit late no? Kinda time for me to get going.”
You purse your lips in a soft pout and nod at her, “I see.. I hope to see you again, you’re really nice and pretty.” You coo, “Jungkookie’s super lucky to have you,” Sujin appreciates your sincerity but she’s not so sure if she can look past how close you are with her boyfriend.
“You didn’t bring your car didn’t you?” Jungkook suddenly says, “C’mon I’ll drive you.” He rises to his feet and holds his hand out for you take.
Sujin’s jaw nearly drops as HER boyfriend slings your purse over his shoulder and helps you up, guiding you out of the booth by a hand to your back.
“Jungkook.” Sujin snaps, “I think she’s got it don’t you think?” Her boyfriend turns to look at her, and proceeds to give her the meanest fucking mug ever. Like if she had the audacity to ruin whatever the fuck was happening in front her. “What?” Sujin raises a brow.
You look up at Jungkook with those stupid puppy eyes of yours, “I can call an uber no biggie.” You say softly.
“Hey, since our meeting was cut so short, how bout I pay for it, yeah?” Sujin smiles while whipping her phone out and pressing ‘request’, like she didn’t have that ride ready to order.
Jungkook does that thing when he’s pissed where he pokes his tongue inside his cheek, he has the audacity to have a staredown with her but Sujin doesn’t back down. “..Yeah, I’ll walk you out then y/n.”
“It was nice meeting you.” You softly say while hugging Sujin tightly before waltzing out the door with Jungkook’s hand over your hip.
Sujin has to pinch the bridge of her nose, on one hand you’re the sweetest thing ever but c’mon you can’t be THAT dense can you? Sujin would have liked you in another world where you weren’t trying to get with her boyfriend.
Sujin looks out of the window and sees Jungkook leaning against the car door while you slip into the back. He’s telling you something and you’re looking at him like he’s hung the fucking stars or something. Luckily nothing happens and Jungkook closes the door before stepping back to watch the car take off.
“Fucking prick.” Sujin mutters under her breath as she steps out with a pissed look. “What the fuck was that Jungkook, huh? You gonna sit there and lie to my face and tell me not to worry about her? Answer me.” She lightly hits his arm.
Jungkook sighs deeply, “What? Fuck are you on right now, the night was going so good I don’t see the problem here.”
His nonchalant attitude makes her seethe even more, “Jungkook, she has no fucking boundaries and you don’t seem to give a shit about that, I’m the GIRLFRIEND here but this fucking turned into me meeting you two instead of her meeting me. It’s fucking humiliating watching her put hands on my boyfriend and worse that you chose to sit with her.”
“And yet you knew I was friends with her. Literally that’s everything everyone’s been telling you before I brought you here to meet her, be prepared for how close y/n is with me. This isn’t brand new to you Sujin.” Jungkook replies while fishing a cigarette out of his pocket.
Sujin watches in disbelief as he lights it and takes a drag like nothing, “That doesn’t make it okay for her to do that though. Close or not I don’t give a fuck Jungkook, you’re either with me or you’re not.” She snaps, “So tell me now before I waste my fucking time.”
Jungkook takes his sweet time, puffing away as he watches the smoke disappear into the night sky, “Okay.”
“Okay?” Sujin tilts her head, “Okay, what?”
“It’s over.” And just like that Sujin’s jaw drops for real this time, she’s utterly gagged into silence as she watches her (now) ex-boyfriend stomp out the cigarette before turning to her with a sinister look in his eye, “Bye.” He passes without as much as a glance, leaving her silent.
Sujin turns her head and watches him leave, “What the fuck.” She whispers.
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(Not even an hour later.)
“Okay, this one or this one?” You held up two different babydoll dresses—one white with delicate frills, the other silk but more of a bodycon-type but it had a cute bow on it so why not.
Jungkook’s eyes briefly flick up from his phone, he stares at both of the dresses for a cool minute before nodding his head, “The white one.” He leans back with one arm on the bed and both legs spread apart (gosh him and his manspreading).
“I thought so too!” You happily say and carelessly toss it into the pile of clothes lying in your open suitcase, “Okay now help me decide between my sneakers or my ballet flats?” He doesn’t even answer cause he’s busy laughing at something on his phone.
“Jungkooookkk,” you huff irritably but this man does not look up. He just toys with his stupid lip ring while smiling down at his screen.
You let the shoes hit the ground as you quietly saunter over, slipping right into his lap with practiced ease. He doesn’t react because this is an all too familiar scene for him. He hooks his arm around your waist and tucks his chin over your shoulder, still scrolling mindlessly. “What’s up? Hm.” He murmurs.
“I needed your help choosing which shoes I should take.” You hide your face in his neck and lay one tiny kiss on it, “You’re mean.”
“Am I?” Jungkook brings you down with him when he slowly lays back on the bed. He tosses his phone somewhere and rests his arm behind his head. His free hand strokes your backside, cheekily stopping right above your ass before repeating.
Your hands settle over his toned stomach where his shirt has ridden up revealing his beautiful physique underneath. His damn Calvin Klein boxers hug him just right too, hanging low over his hips where a small amount of hair leads down…you know where..
“Mm-hm, ‘s not nice to ignore me.” You nod with a dreamy look, pillowy lips pursed (which make them much more alluring in Jungkook’s humble opinion).
Jungkook hums again and runs his hand over your ass, landing small little pats of appreciation here ‘n there, “It isn’t huh,” he trails off quietly while tattooed fingers make work of the bow tied around the front of your shorts.
You shake your head and come down so that you’re chest to chest with Jungkook, face leveled with his as the two of you stare into each other's eyes. “No,” you softly say, nimble fingers creeping under his shirt to trail up his middle with light feathery touches.
“No.” He softly mimics in a high-pitched tone that’s meant to sound like you, “You’re so fuckin’ cute, but you might wanna get a move on though cause the guys are gonna be here any minute now ‘n you don’t want them to come in and see what a desperate little thing you are? No huh,” he mock pouts while tapping your cheek.
“You’re mean! I’m not talking to you for ten whole minutes.” You huff angrily and get off his lap, “Stop laughing, it's not funny.” You’re whining again before you can even stop yourself. It makes him double over in laughter, shoulders shaking and all too.
“My bad, my bad, I didn’t realize you were still upset over the shoes.” He chuckles while sitting back up with messy hair, “C’mere I’ll make it better.” He waves his hand, “C’mere! I’m not joking!” He laughs because you look at him incredulously.
You fold your arms over your chest and turn away, “No, I have to pack remember?” You’re shoving clothes into your suitcase with a quiet huff.
“Yeah, yeah.” You don’t even notice when he comes up behind and hauls you up into his arms. Jungkook tosses you on the bed like nothing causing you to yelp in surprise as your body bounces off the mattress a little, “If I give you a kiss will you quit your fuckin’ pouting?” He smirks.
You nod vigorously, “I want one here, here, and here.” You tap different areas on your face.
“I said one, not fucking five,” he snorts while peppering your face in small smooches regardless because he could never resist a pretty girl like you, “dumb little thing you are.”
“They don’t count as real kisses.” You smugly reply.
Jungkook smirks, “Oh, and what does hm? Give your Jungkookie a kiss and show me.” Without hesitating you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his.
You’re lips locked, softly moaning as he kisses the fuck out of you. It’s the way his lips glide over yours so smoothly like you’re meant to be kissing. All you can really do is dreamily sigh while his tongue runs over the seam of your lips. Of course you let him in and the kiss gets filthier if possible.
You feel his hand slide up your back slowly until he’s hooking his finger under the strap of your flimsy sleep top. He watches in hunger as your tit slips out from under the top, perky nipple already hard as he leans down to wrap his lips around it. The pleasure is hot when his tongue presses down on the bud, he has you whimpering quietly while burying your fingers through his hair.
“Mmm–Jungkook, wait,” you breathlessly sigh while pushing his face away, “Sujin.” You softly say while playing with his hair, “What ‘bout her?”
Jungkook stares back up at you through hooded eyes, “Who?” He replies to which you grin back, “Hm, just let me enjoy your tits in peace.” He crudely mumbles before taking your nipple back into his hot mouth.
He fondles and squeezes your other tit while sucking on your rather sensitive teat. The heat between your legs is unbearable, Jungkook knew damn well why you hated having your nipples played with yet he carried on without a care. Your poor clit throbbed from neglect and your pussy was slicking up by the second, you fear a glob would slip out if he dared to switch your positions.
“J-Jungkook..!” You huff and press your thighs together hoping to alleviate some of the heat.
He pinches hard causing you to whine, it doesn’t stop him because he’s then using a hint of teeth on your sensitive bud. “Oh..!” Your mouth falls open and your back arches off the bed, thighs shaky and wobbly.
Jungkook pulls away with a string of slick connecting to your nipple, “Turn over baby,” he smacks your ass hard and jiggles your cheek, “arch that pretty back for me, yeahh like that—low.” He darkly comments while watching you turn over with your hips raised high and front flat to the bed.
He shuffles around and gets behind you holding you steady with a hand to your hip. “Pull ‘em to the side,” he says while lazily pushing his sweats down, shoving them low enough till they’re right under his balls, “How desperate are you, hm? How bad do you want this cock baby?” He grins while slapping the tip through your dewy sticky folds.
You bite your lip and reach behind you to hold yourself open for him, “Bad, need it so bad Jungkookie..feel so empty without it.” You pout while pushing back until his cock gets trapped between your thighs, the thick shaft pressing right up against your throbbing little clit.
“Yeah?” Jungkook licks his lips, “Gonna let me have it?” He murmurs as his cock slides through the mess between your thighs, globs of slick coating the shaft.
“Mm-hmm.” You nod.
“Mm-hm.” Jungkook smirks as he lands a rough smack to your ass, “Push me in baby.”
You reach back to rub his cock through your folds, tapping the tip against your needy hole until it catches. Your breath hitches as the tip pops in, he doesn’t make a move to shove himself deeper or anything—he stays perfectly still.
“Jungkook!” You turn to glare back at him, “S-Stop teasing me.”
“I’m not doing anything, if you want it you know what to do.” Jungkook grins while biting his lip, “You know what I wanna see baby, don’t play dumb.”
You grumble under your breath and slowly push your hips back until your ass meets his pelvis. There’s a low squelch as the rest of his cock slips in and as much as you would’ve loved for him to fuck you, this was also good. You pant hotly into the pillow and wiggle around with soft little ‘mm’s as Jungkook rubs his hand over your hip and holds you steady.
“There you go, bring it back for me,” he huskily mumbles while watching the ripple of your cheeks jiggle each time your ass meets his pelvis.
Little clapping noises begin to rise subtly as your pace gets quicker and quicker. You meet him thrust for thrust, there’s a low fopping sound as his balls make contact with your puckered lips, pressing right up against you each time you bottom out.
Jungkook’s eyes are glued to the sight of your pretty pink rim hugging his cock tight each time he backstrokes. His cock is covered in a sheen of slick and he swears every time he pushes back in he comes back out with more.
“So messy,” he lays his thumb over your other puckered hole, “hear that?” He grunts, “Sloppy lil cunt taking me so well, got you creaming for me.”
Jungkook’s breath hitches when his thumb accidentally slips through the tight barrier and into your ass. You loudly mewl and buck your hips in surprise, it doesn’t hurt but it feels weird..weird in a good way though.
“Oh, you like that don’t you?” He licks his lips, “Baby loves having her holes filled up doesn’t she?”
You moan in response and bury your face in the pillow with muffled cries. The pleasure shoots up your spine and has you curling in on yourself. Your cunt throbs like crazy now and everything somehow feels ten times better than before.
“Answer me.” Jungkook slaps your cheek rather hard.
“Mmph–y-yes..!” You whimper despite the pillow being in your mouth.
“Yea,” he laughs as he suddenly snaps his hips up, “you love it don’t you? Can’t get enough of this cock.” He plows into you with repeated thrusts, each one jostling you up the bed and sending you into a pleasure hazed mind.
Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as Jungkook grips you by the hip with one hand and slams you back onto his cock. Your toes curl from the intensity of his cock slamming into your g-spot while his thumb fills your ass. The heat coiling in your tummy has you squirming and whimpering.
“Too much? Where you goin?” You don’t realize you’re actively moving away from him till his cock threatens to slip out, “You can take it baby, don’t run.” He laughs low while dragging you right back onto his cock.
In fact he follows you down till you’re laying flat on the bed and his thumb slips out of your puckered hole, “Gonna cum? Hm?” He lays flat over your back and hooks his chin over your shoulder, “C’mon, don’t go stupid on me.” He smacks your cheek gently a couple of times.
“Yes..!” You gasp breathily, “S-So, so close..” Your voice sounds wobbly and garbled, and the shaking in your thighs doesn’t stop.
Jungkook coos, “So close,” he buries his face in the side of your neck and leaves marks of his own there, “go on, cum on this dick.”
Your lips part and you let out a high-pitched mewl, your pussy spasms around him with your cunt squeezing and massaging his cock. Your eyes slip shut and you slump against the bed with a whine, the orgasm took the life out of you.
“Fuuckk,” he sighs as he slows down, grinding his cock in and out of the mess between your thighs, “good girl,” he groans softly until he comes to a stop and stills.
His cock throbs and twitches, spurt after spurt of cum filling you to the brim. You can feel some of it slide out with globs of your own slick. Jungkook hums deeply and gives your ass a pat of appreciation, “Shower?” He asks softly.
“Mm-hmm.” You nod still face down in the sheets.
“Mm-hm.” Jungkook copies while laughing to himself as he slips out of your cunt with a lewd squelch. You don’t even have the energy to fight with him right now, you’re just ready for bed at this point.
+
You can’t help the little yawn that escapes as you turn your face to tuck yourself into Jungkook’s side. Whose idea was it to take a roadtrip to Busan, you don’t know but you’re barely even awake after that rough fucking.
You and Jungkook had opted to sit in the back away from everyone and enjoy each other’s company instead. Jungkook’s hand came to rest over your thigh like that’s his permanent spot.
So far the ride is peaceful, Yoongi’s managed to successfully get you all out of the city and onto the highway (thanks to Namjoon’s excellent navigation skills). In front of you Jimin’s knocked out while Taehyung watches something on his phone. Namjoon’s talking with Yoongi about something you can’t bring yourself to care for.
You can feel your eyelids getting heavier by the second and it feels like you’re about to slip into the best sleep ever when Jungkook stops you. Not literally, but it still feels like it with the way he slides his hand up your bare thigh.
“Hm?” You sleepily look up wondering what on Earth he was up to now.
Jungkook pats you, “C’mere, want you on my lap baby.” He mutters as quietly as he can.
You rub your eyes and slip yourself on to his lap, tucking your chin over his shoulder and squeezing your thighs on either side of him. God bless that you chose to wear your thin sleeping shorts and slutty juicy sweater, Jungkook can just about feel your perky tits through the soft material.
“Shh.. not a peep or else I’m gonna gag you with your panties.” He mumbles low in your ear, stroking over your back to keep you calm.
“Jungkookie–”
“Jungkookie needs you to shut the fuck up, can you do that for me?” He squeezes your ass and kneads both cheeks rather roughly, “Good girl.”
“If they look, I’m not stopping. So if I were you I’d keep quiet baby, unless you want Joon and them to know how much of a cock hungry slut you are.”
He sounds so fucking calm but his words are the complete opposite, you find yourself holding in your desperate whines. “Can you..?”
“Can I what?” He slips his hand under your shorts and tugs it to the side alongside your panties, “Hm?”
You bite your lip and lift your hips, “Want something in me, I feel so empty Kook..” You breathe out and wrap your arms around his neck.
Through the drowsiness you faintly make out his soft curses as he whispers under his breath. Jungkook pokes at your slit and slips his fingers through your messy folds.
“Take my cock out,” he mumbles and you happily reach between the two of you to slip your hand into his sweats.
His cock throbs when your soft hand wraps around it, he has to bite his lip when you dig your thumb into the slit and swipe over the messy head. “Don’t tease..” He grunts with a small sharp smack to your ass.
You lift your hips and with his help manage to slip his cock through your dewy folds. You blindly slap the tip against your slicked up hole, the tip catching on your rim.
“Slow,” he sounds calm and collected but the way he swallows harshly tells you otherwise.
You bite your moans back and push yourself until your ass is meeting his thighs. The heat in your belly pools and your poor clit throbs. Is it you or the car feels hotter?
You hide your face in his neck and suck over old and new hickeys you’ve left these past days. Jungkook relaxes into the seat and sighs, luckily it doesn’t sound like it’s out of the ordinary.
“You can sleep now.” Jungkook off-handedly mumbles while closing his eyes, leaving you utterly speechless. You’re not entirely surprised given his little track record of being mean and shit.
“G’night..” You softly mumble and kiss his cheek, you lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. Maybe if you’re a good girl he’ll make you cum later on..yeah, that sounds amazing, you smile in your sleep and drift off into dreamland with a cunt full of cock.
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“So hot..” You softly mumble while fanning yourself with a make-shift fan.
Everyone but Namjoon went out today to explore the town and shit. You opted to stay back and wait for the sun to die down to go out later. Namjoon said something about keeping you company so you didn’t mind.
Here you are laying on the ground with your legs thrown up on the couch over Namjoon’s lap. Your pretty babydoll dress rides up your thighs and you occasionally catch Namjoon’s gaze drifting down. What a sight is it to see—veiny big hands plastered over your soft ankles toying with your cherry charm anklet.
“Namjoon, if penguins are related to the bird family, how come they can't fly?” You softly say while looking at him through your lashes.
“I dunno,” He shrugs while stroking over your foot, “environmental and evolutionary reasons maybe?”
You pout and tilt your head back to watch the TV, “I think they’re cute.”
“Why don’t you find one and give it a kiss then?” Namjoon smirks in amusement, “Maybe Jungkookie can save you if it tries to attack you or something.”
“Not funny.” You whine kicking your sock-clad foot at him, but he catches it and tugs on your foot.
You squeal softly as he ends up dragging you upwards just a tiny bit, “Owie let go, you’re squeezing my freaking bone.” You giggle.
Namjoon lets your foot go with a laugh, “My bad, my bad.” He raises his hands in surrender, “You can tell your Jungkookie to kiss it all better when he comes back yeah?” He grins.
“Ugh you’re also mean.” You huff while sitting up feeling light headed cause you were laying on the ground for so long. “You and Jungkook.” You mumble and climb onto the couch with him.
Jungkook finds you two like that. You’re tangled up with Namjoon side by side, legs thrown over his lap as he strokes over your soft thigh. Namjoon’s mindlessly scrolling through his phone and you’re just you watching some animal documentary on the TV.
“Hey.” Jungkook greets while falling on another sofa.
“Back already,” Namjoon hums, “where’s the others?”
“Out, they went to the beach cause Jimin wanted to go. It was fuckin’ hot so I came back, we didn’t do much but walk around the tour shops and shit.”
You lift a leg in the air to admire your pretty anklet, “Did you bring me anything?” You softly ask.
“Yeah, it’s in the bag.” Jungkook replies calmly as he fishes his phone out and does whatever the hell he usually does on that thing.
With both men preoccupied with their phones you decide to head outside to sunbathe. God bless the airbnb for having a private pool. “Where you going?” Jungkook mumbles, not looking up from his screen.
“Sunbathing.” You curtly reply and head outside through the large patio doors.
It’s hot as hell but you don’t care as you kick your socks off and strip out of your babydoll dress. You happily lay your towel out on the grass and set up a mini umbrella. Once you're happy with your setup you lay on your back and slip your heart shaped glasses on.
You can hear Namjoon and Jungkook talking in the background faintly, something about Sujin but you honestly don’t bring yourself to care much. Along the lines Jungkook mentions Sujin texting him again, Namjoon says “oh shit really” and then Jungkook tells him everything.
“..giving… chance… again..?” You can’t make out the entire convo. You crack a slow smile and turn over on your belly, legs kicked up and your feet in the air as you call out to the boys.
“Can someone bring me my phone?” Your voice soft and velvety, you slip your glasses up on your head and flutter your lashes, “Please?”
Jungkook stops talking and looks over the coffee table before stepping out with your phone in hand. “Look at you all cute and shit, enjoying your sunbathing?” Jungkook asks as he squats down in front of you.
“Yep, it’d be funner if you and Joonie joined me though.” You softly hum while tilting your head up and letting Jungkook lay a kiss over your soft lips.
“Yeah..?” He murmurs low. It’s glaringly obvious you have this man wrapped around your little fingers. It’s like you didn’t even have to try with him.
“I’ll be right back.” He says and disappears into the house.
You roll over on your back with a satisfied smile, slipping your glasses back on as you hum, “The boy is mine, I can’t wait to try him,”
+
Maybe Jungkook’s the one trying you right now. It’s not even nine am yet..
Your thighs encase his head like a pair of soft earmuffs, he’s got his tongue dipped between your messy folds with your pussy stuffed in his face. Jungkook doesn’t seem to care though, he’s got his strong big arms wrapped around your thighs as he holds you down and makes you take it.
Your clit’s just as sensitive as every other part of you, and Jungkook just loves to make you shake. He traces the tip of his tongue over your sensitive bud, flicking it back and forth with quick strokes. It has your lips parting and your head leaning back from the cloudy pleasure.
“Oh..” You roll your hips upward into his eager mouth, something that greatly pleases Jungkook.
He slips his tongue lower and flicks it upward to get a taste of all that creamy slick gushing from your empty cunt. You slap a hand over your mouth and whimper when he goes back to your poor clit. This time though he wraps his lips around it and gives it a harsh, mean suck.
Jungkook flicks his dark eyes up to look at you, just watching as you lose yourself on his tongue. The way your tummy goes taut and your body stiff when he grazes his teeth over your clit sends a dark thrill down his spine. He wants to see more, so he’s going to get more.
“J-Jungkook!” You cry out as he stuffs his fingers knuckle deep into your pussy.
There’s a loud squelch each time he slaps his fingers up into your greedy cunt. Your pussy’s literally leaking as small dribbles of squirt oozes out with each passing second. You’re shaking, thighs struggling to stay open and not clamp down on his head. Your lower half shakes slightly from his rough movements and your pussy makes these nasty wet sounds.
“Wait,” you sob and reach down to grip his hair, “ ‘m so close..! P-Please, please,” you’re not sure what you’re begging for—go, stop?
The heat in your tummy builds quickly and you’re teetering on the edge of a powerful orgasm when he suddenly stops. All at once both his fingers and mouth are gone as he pulls away while harshly panting. You can’t even complain but the intensity has your heart racing with excitement and fear.
“Okay?” He quietly asks while stroking your thigh gently.
You take a couple of seconds to catch your breath, meekly nodding as you bite your lip, “ ‘m okay.” You softly reply.
He climbs up the bed and hovers over you, necklace dangling in your face as you stare up at him with glossy eyes. “Kiss?” You softly say while parting your pillowy soft lips. He’s very much happy to oblige of course..
You lazily make out, your lips feel swollen and they’re glossy from spit. He doesn’t let you pull away, he’s quick to chase after your lips and reel you back in with a hand to the back of your neck. His hand tightly grips your hair and teasingly tugs because he knows you’re a little slut for it.
You moan into his mouth and needily press yourself closer to him, hooking your thigh over his hip just so you could press your needy pussy against him. Everything feels hot and you don’t like it, Jungkook’s not helping with the way he drops his other hand down to your ass cheek, gripping it tight and using his grip to yank you even closer.
Body to body, you’re rolling your hips up to feel the tent in his boxers. It’s mouth watering when the curve of his thick cock presses into your inner thigh, so close to where you need him the most..
Jungkook tightens his grip on your hip, it’s bruising even as he presses himself into you and rubs his cock over your soaked pussy. The rough friction has your toes curling and another needy gasp escaping. He pulls away from the kiss with a wild look in his eye, he pants quietly as he shoves his boxers off and tosses them somewhere.
“Hold yourself open for me baby,” he holds his heavy cock in his hand, stroking over it slowly as he looks down at your glistening cunt, “just like that..” He mumbles darkly.
You hook your arms around your thighs and pull them up to your chest so that your pussy is laid out bare for him. You bite your lip in anticipation and try your best to stay still when he taps the tip over your swollen clit.
“Look so pretty like this,” he muses as he slips his cock in inch by inch, “prettier down here too.” He grins as he lays his thumb over your clit and rubs it side to side slowly.
You let out a long “mm” as his cock fills you over and over again, filling you in the right places combined with his gentle strokes over your clit. He’s got you dripping even more as his cock re-surfaces covered with your creamy slick.
Jungkook rolls his hips into yours slowly, you can hear the quiet grunts and moans slip from his lips as he remains focused on the spot where you’re connected. His face is scrunched in pleasure, and his thumb becomes jerky as he messily swipes over your bud.
You get the urge to ride the fuck out of him, he’s been nothing but doting and now you want to return the favor. Always the giver but never the receiver, and you’re going to change that.
“Jungkookie,” you softly sigh as his eyes snap up to your face, “wanna ride you,” you pout, “can I pretty please?” You purposely squeeze around his cock as he back strokes slowly.
“Yeah,” he softly breathes out and lifts you up into his lap as he switches places with you.
You huff as his cock somehow slips deeper in the new position, “No, you lay back and let me do it.” His eyes widened slightly at your demanding tone, “I wanna make you feel good too..” You pout and wiggle around in his lap.
Jungkook bites his lip and lets his hand fall to your thighs, “Fuck–okay, yeah,” he lays his head back on the pillow and swallows harshly as you smile down at him and lay a soft kiss on his lips.
“Fuck,” he groans when you turn around in his lap to ride him reverse cowgirl. He lays his hands over the fat of your ass and smacks each cheek repeatedly while you grind yourself in his lap.
Your moans spill from your lips as you arch your back and roll your hips back and forth. Behind you Jungkook sounds like he’s having the time of his life as he holds your ass tightly in both hands. The noises he makes only fuel your desire more as you rock yourself in his lap.
“Mm–fills me up so good,” you tilt your head back with a teasing smile, “can feel it so deep in my pussy.”
Jungkook growls low and spanks you harder, “Yeah? You like knowing you’re the only one taking my cock like this huh,” he smirks, “ ‘s all yours baby.”
You huff softly and look at him over your shoulder with puppy eyes, “Mine only.” You nod, “Not hers,” you roughly slap your hips back, catching him off guard as he grunts, “Right?”
“Only you.” Jungkook sighs as he tugs you back so that you’re grinding over his cock the way he likes, “Always yours.” He murmurs.
You smile happily and begin bouncing in his lap, your ass claps against his pelvis as low fopping noises build up. The bed creaks a little and your skin smacks together as you get a little wild with it.
Your moans rise in volume alongside his as the two of you lose yourselves in your rough fucking. Your pussy clamps down when the tip of his cock brushes over your g-spot repeatedly. You have to put your hands on the bed for support as you whimper and grind quickly on his lap.
“F-Fuck..” You whimper low as your thighs begin to tremble again.
Jungkook throws his head back with a low groan as he holds your hips tightly, “Fuck keep going baby, almost there,” he whispers breathlessly, “you can do it.”
You let out a cry and slam yourself on his lap until you go still as your orgasm hits you out of nowhere. It’s mind blowing as your cunt tightens up and a wave of hot pleasure comes crashing down on you. You shake in his lap and whimper out a garbled version of his name.
Jungkook quietly moans as he holds you still and bucks his hips up a couple of times until he’s filling you with his cum. His cock twitches and pulses through his orgasm, dully reminding you that you’re on planet earth still and you need to come down from your high.
“My pussy hurts.” You softly whine while looking back at him.
“My pussy hurts,” he mocks softly, “but who just got the dicking of their life hm? You did.” He pokes your cheeks and brings you back so that you’re laying with him, “You okay?” He chuckles.
You hide your face in his neck and nod, “Nap now, food later?” You softly ask.
“Yeah, I like the sound of that.” He grins.
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How does Ran view Rindo’s best friend reader? And what’s his opinion on their relationship? I really like your work on Rindo and reader!
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Ran thinks that the two of you together are adorable.
Yes sure, he knows damn well that both the both of them are delinquents who ruthlessly rule the back alleys of Roppongi with an iron fist, and that they are indeed supposed to be feared. But how was he supposed to think any other way when he sees Rindo with you?
Even though you clearly are the more easygoing and naive of your little pair with a tendency to go along with whatever it was that Rindo wanted, in Ran's eyes, its still his younger brother who comes off as the lost puppy trailing you looking for affection and attention, happy to let you lead him around by the nose. Yes, both of the Haitanis have both been in and out of juvie for various reasons, and Ran is perfectly aware of how Rindo is actually like during fights, having no qualm with breaking bones and putting faces through cement. Yet Ran still finds it hard to find any good reason to fear Rindo whenever you are arm-in-arm with him, chattering away with a complete lack of awareness to your surroundings. Ran, in fact, finds it rather amusing to occasionally poke his younger brother by linking arms with you just to get a reaction out of him and see him growl and threaten.
There was no way that Ran could possibly hate you, not with what you had done for Rindo. As the older of the two (not by much but still), Ran takes it upon himself to learn about and keep an eye out for Rindo, even if the younger Haitani dislikes his older brother's intrusions into his life.
And from what Ran can tell, Rindo has only changed for the better - as much as a delinquent can, at least. He knew that the day you picked Rindo over him was the day that something within Rindo had sparked (or snapped), and the younger Haitani had never let go of you since then, which you didn't seem to mind. Good thing either way, since with you came a sense of responsibility for Rindo that he never had, and Ran do so appreciate Rindo caring about something outside of picking fights for a change. Maybe you could get him to care about bills as well soon.
You did bring a breath of fresh air into both their lives, which the older of the brothers appreciates. With you came normal afternoons, calm evenings, and even peaceful nights; being a regular civilian with no ties to the gang life, you usually were the one to drag the two Haitani brothers around to your favourite cafes or the newest shops. Normal activities. Of course, the the only caveat to peace and normality being that you were within arm's length of Rindo, but that was easy enough to achieve.
Ran does however wish from time to time that you were the slightest bit more self aware and less air-headed. The amount of stress you cause his younger brother on a day-to-day basis simply can't be healthy, but more importantly, it affects Ran as well. Don't get him wrong, this older delinquent was content to watch his younger brother run around like a headless chicken from time to time, but when it spills over into his life and causes Ran to lose his precious sleep is where he draws the line. Maybe with a few more brain cells, you would be able to learn which action would result in a explosive reaction from your best friend, but it has already been years and Ran isn't hopeful.
Rindo always anxiously checking in on you whenever he could as if you would vanish off the face of the earth the moment he wasn't looking (being lured into a van and kidnapped with candy was what Rindo swears would be enough to work on you, and Ran didn't doubt as much). And when he couldn't, Ran would have the chance to be amused by his younger brother compulsively opening and closing his phone every second just to make sure he wasn't missing any messages that you were sending him, before giving in after five minutes and simply calling you. This would quickly turn into a full blown cursing and swearing session when you fail to pick up within half a minute, followed by a panicked Rindo dropping everything to take off and hunt you down.
This usually happens during school time, when the younger of the Haitanis reluctantly let you attend class, only to storm your classroom later on, though meltdowns also tend to happen at night when you aren't sleeping over at their place. And the latter is when Ran gets awoken by all the scrambling, sometimes getting dragged up as well to look for you when Rindo happens to barge into your room on the rare occasion you wandered out for a midnight snack.
Despite Ran knowing that whatever Rindo has going on with you isn't quite normal, with Rindo being a tad too obsessed with knowing where you were and what you were doing at all times, the older delinquent doesn't care. As long as his younger brother was happy, Ran was content with playing along. And alas, until Ran can knock some common sense into that empty head of yours, he'll settle for tying you to a chair and hauling your ass back to Rindo.
Ah the woes of being an older brother.
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(Un)natural Instincts (Part 7)
*Series taglist is closed.
angst, fluff, smut
Pairings: OT7 x Fem Reader, Human CEO Reader, Human Assistant Yoongi, Wolf Hybrids Joon, Jin, Hobi, Jimin, Tae, and Kook.
Basic premise: You and your assistant end up rescuing six wolf hybrids. No part of the process is easy.
Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3 > Part 4 > Part 5 > Part 6 > Part 7 > Part 8
General Warnings: Hybrid abuse and lab experimentation, hybrids as second-class citizens/owned property, future smut (Minors DNI, 18+ content)
Specific Warnings: none aside from what's in general warnings
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You don’t want to wake up. It might be a new day, but yesterday’s fatigue still seeps into both your bones and brain, like a hangover without the fun of drinking. And it’s Saturday, which means you can’t sleep in until Yoongi leaves for work. You might have melted into his touch last night, but now that you’re a lot less hazy and emotional, the events of yesterday cause a resurgence of anxiety in your stomach. His last sentence rings crisp in your ear.
You’re my best friend.
Best friend yet he couldn’t have one proper conversation before berating you in front of everyone? Your fears keep growing and rumbling inside, fears that he does hate you, and that the only reason he’s sticking around is because of his mother’s bills—just like he stuck around for his old boss. Did he see you the same way he saw him? If he could work under someone like that for years and put up with it…what’s to say he wasn’t just putting up with you? Saying whatever he thinks you want to hear?
And there’s also Taehyung and Hoseok—getting mad at them feels equivalent to kicking a puppy. Well with Hoseok, you’re more disappointed than actually angry. You really wish he hadn’t lied like that, but your heart hurts thinking about how much he’s been through to get to that point.
All you want to do is stay in bed all day and avoid the aftermath of last night, and that’s exactly what you plan on doing until you hear the little knock at the door.
“It’s unlocked” you mumble, rolling over to see who it is and what excuse you have to make to not leave your bed. In peaks a mop of light brown hair, timidly walking in wearing a rather messy apron.
“I made breakfast, everyone else is at the table already.” It’s not the chipper tone he had yesterday morning, but rather a jittery one.
“I’m not in the mood to eat.” You pull the covers up, hinting for the boy to leave. But he stays right there, making tiny noises with his feet as he nervously shuffles from one foot to the other. You pull the cover down to raise a brow at him.
“I said I wasn’t hungry Jimin.”
“W-we just want one last meal with you…please.”
“Last meal? What are you talking about?”
He looks like he’s ready to cry at any moment. “We all know you want us gone as soon as possible…a-and we don’t blame you! Just one last meal before the shelter, please?”
Shit, you’re going to have to get out of bed after all.
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It’s clear everyone uneasy around you, dodging eye contact as you sit at the table. Yoongi’s the only one who meets your gaze, but now you’re the one looking down at your omelet instead. It’s clear whatever was “resolved” last night was a just temporary band aid for a much deeper wound.
“This isn’t working. Things need to change.”
They wolves nod half-heartedly, knowing exactly where this is going.
“You guys can’t just assume that I’m going to ship you off to some shelter the second I’m mad. It makes me feel like I can’t even be angry without scaring you, and that’s not fair. I should be able to be upset without feeling like the asshole here.”
It takes a few seconds of mechanical nodding before your words actually sink in, causing them to look up and around in shock, mentally asking each other if they heard that right.
“We can stay? Even after last night?” The Alpha has to hear you explicitly say it before his packmates get their hopes up.
“Yes Namjoon. No one’s going to any shelter, even after last night. That doesn’t mean I’m not mad at Taehyung, because I am. That book was very important to me, and he shouldn’t have been so careless,”
The guilt is still fresh on the wolf’s face, and it’s clear he wants to apologize again, but the words are stuck in his throat.
“and Hoseok, no more lying. Whatever’s on your mind, you have to be honest and let us help you.”
“Yes, absolutely! I-I’ll be honest. I’ll be good!”
“You don’t have to be good. You’re not being evaluated here. No one’s sending you away for being ‘bad,’ but rather we all need to be accountable for when we mess up. That’s how things work here, everyone clear?”
All six hybrids are quick to respond, each feeling lighter after knowing that this isn’t their last day here. It’s Namjoon who your words leave the deepest impression on, the word accountability being played over and over again. It’s a word he likes. Punishment is for pets, but accountability? That’s for people.
Taehyung’s thoughts could not be more different.
Punishment is familiar. He knows how to bite down and stay still with each hit, knows how to cope with the binder clips on his tongue, knows how to huddle up and ration warmth every time he’s locked in the time-out room, but he has no clue how to do what you’re asking of him. He probably knew before the lab, right? But those memories feel like years ago, even if it’s only been a few months. All that’s really clear in his head are the commands and the punishments, and he wishes for nothing more than for you to toss him in your wine cellar with no food for a week. He doesn’t say anything though, not wanting to ruin the mood now that everyone else can finally breathe around you again.
“This omelet is heavenly. I’ve never had one seasoned in this way. What’s in it?”
Jimin beams at the mention of his omelet, listing off spices and vegetables at the speed of lightning.
“It’s actually Jin hyung’s recipe! Hyung, tell her how you came up with it!”
The oldest’s ears go red at the attention, and he laughs shyly before telling you of his experimenting ways in the kitchen. Your little praises in between only cause the redness to deepen, until his ears are the same color as the tomatoes diced into today’s breakfast.
It’s once again Jimin and Jin getting the attention. Getting to talk to you, be praised by you, and not have to spill eight thousand apologies. Caretaker hybrids who don’t mess up every task they’re given. Suddenly the omelet is leaving a bitter taste in Taehyung’s mouth.
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“I want to apologize again.”
You let him in, closing the door.
“I just really wish you would’ve talked to me before jumping to conclusions. Did you really think I was capable of that…in the two years that you’ve known me?”
“I just—I didn’t know he could lie. Didn’t know it was possible with all those fake hormones in him…thought he had to be honest all the time or some shit like that…so I lost my temper, and I know how wrong it was of me. I really am sorry y/n.”
“If what you said was solely about me and him then maybe I could have chalked it up to some big misunderstanding, but that’s not all that happened, and you know it. The shit you said about servants and yes-men…being tired of coddling me…I know those words came from somewhere inside of you. That’s what hurts.”
He combs his fingers through his hair in frustration, saying nothing. The longer he’s silent…the more your anxieties turn into rage, defense systems on high alert.
“Oh, so I’m right? Spit it out.”
“Y/n.”
His eyes are pleading for any way out of this conversation, but you’re not having any of that today.
“No, say it. Go ahead, stop coddling me, as you’ve been doing all this time apparently.”
He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath before looking at you again, room silent enough to hear both of your hearts beating.
“Going to work yesterday…everyone was in such a good mood. It was the first time since I’ve began working at Shin Investments where the atmosphere felt so…light?”
You wish you hadn’t asked. In fact, you wished he rather punched you in the gut than say what he just said.
“I already know everyone at work hates me, Yoongi. Might as well bring my grandmother’s book back out if today’s all about rubbing salt on existing wounds.”
“It’s not about that y/n. I’m not trying to hurt you, but you need to hear it from someone. The way you act at the office…it puts everyone on edge. And no I don’t think it’s wrong when it’s the board members we’re talking about, because I know how sleazy and cunning they can be. But the receptionists? The interns? The wait staff at the office restaurant? All the people that are just trying to do their jobs? What about all the times you’ve humiliated them? Or worse, fired them right on the spot for one thing you didn’t like?”
You can’t help but cross your arms, needing to feel protected in some way, even if it’s only words attacking you.
“Do you think I like being the bitch? You of all people know I don’t go home and laugh after making someone else cry. I thought, because of your old job at least, that you’d understand to some extent. Sometimes you have to be the bad guy. I’m stressed every day about my father coming out of retirement, or someone on the board becoming the major stockholder, or five hundred other things that could go wrong. So I’m very fucking sorry if I need to play the bitch to keep things under control.”
“I don’t know if that excuse is enough anymore.” It’s barely a whisper, more to himself than you.
God you just want to be swallowed by the carpet right now.
“What?”
“It isn’t enough. It used to be, because yes I did do shitty things under my old boss and yes I thought I had no right to judge anyone else because of that, but I got out of there y/n. At some point I stopped making excuses and feeling sorry for myself and got out of there because I didn’t want to hurt anyone anymore. And I know you can do better, that you can change too.”
“You…you don’t get it…”
You don’t get that the second I let my guard down, they’ll all jump at me like piranhas. I can never be the soft, sweet person you think you can fix me into.
“and honestly you shouldn’t even be working for me anymore. It’s more obvious than ever that you do hate me, so just turn your resignation letter to Minhyun and move out of here. The less of me you see the better.”
You’re about to open the door to make him leave, but a hand on your shoulder halts you.
His gaze is softer, as is his voice. “I’m not going anywhere, not away from the company or you.”
“If this is about your mom’s bill—”
“It’s not. I don’t hate you, and I do think of you as my best friend. Which is why I want us to figure this out together instead of running away from it. Look, I’m not saying you can’t be mad at me. I know I deserve it for blowing up the way I did, and I’m going to keep apologizing and making it up to you until you forgive me. But the things I’m saying right now, it’s because I care about you…a lot.”
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Accountability.
The word completely fills Taehyung’s brain as he paces a hallway in god-knows-what part of the ginormous house. Searching by scent is what finally gets Namjoon to track down the fretting wolf. Taehyung doesn’t even notice, too busy letting his anxiety gnaw away at him. It’s only when Namjoon blocks his pathway does the younger wolf look up.
“Oh, hi hyung.”
“Hi Tae,” he looks down past the hybrid’s face, “oof, let me see those hands.”
Taehyung shamefully puts his hands up for his Alpha to take in,
“I told you biting your claws isn’t a good habit.”
“Sorry Alpha.”
He flashes a warm smile, dimples working overtime to try to soothe his packmate’s nerves.
“It’s alright pup. I know how stressed you are.”
“I just—I just don’t know how to fix the mess I’ve made, and I want to burst out crying every time she looks at me now, but I can’t because I don’t want her to think I’m trying to get out of it by crying either. I just don’t know what to do.”
Namjoon pulls Taehyung in, tucking the wolf under his chin.
“You’re not alone in this. I’ve been thinking about different ways you could make it up to her, and I think I know one. It’s not perfect, but it might make her less angry. And it involves something you love to do.”
Taehyung pulls back to look up, brows raised all the way up in curiosity. Namjoon wastes no time in coming up with the game plan, telling Taehyung exactly what materials he needs to gather and what he needs to do. He watches fondly as the younger wolf’s expression becomes much more cheerful, hope coming back into his eyes.
“That might actually work! Thank you thank you thank you!!!!”
He doesn’t forget to plant one kiss on his Alpha’s cheek before running away excitedly to start his task.
“Careful! Don’t run!”
Namjoon can’t help but laugh at the way Taehyung only barely slows down.
Okay, one down. One more to go.
He knows his conversation with Hoseok isn’t going to end in smiles, because he has no solution to offer his hyung. Only apologies. The wolf is sitting out in the garden, zoned out in front of your flowers, when Namjoon’s presence pulls him back. He takes a seat too, taking a moment to admire the flowers before speaking up.
“I owe you an apology.”
It’s clear that’s not what Hoseok is expecting to hear.
“You do?”
Namjoon nods, “I haven’t been doing the best job at being your Alpha lately.”
“That’s ridiculous, you’re the best Alpha our pack could have.”
“I’m not talking about the pack, hyung. I’m talking specifically about you. I haven’t been the best Alpha to you. You were hurting all alone and didn’t even feel like you could tell me the truth, and I know it’s my fault. You always seem so…put-together…so self-sufficient y’know? A lot of the time I just let you do your thing and focus on the other members instead. But I see how wrong that is of me. You need to be taken care of just as much as Taehyung or Jimin or anyone else, and I’m going to make sure that happens from now on.”
“I’m sorry too, for lying, and for bottling everything up. I know it’s hard to be my Alpha, I’m not the best at showing when something’s wrong the way the rest of them are. It’s really not your fault though.”
“We’ll have to agree to disagree on that.”
The two stay on the bench for a while, eyes darting between every bee that the flowers draw in.
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“It’s Jungkook. Can I come in?”
He opens the door at your approval, taking in your distressed features.
“Um, I can come back later.”
“No no, I’m fine. I was just answering some difficult work emails,” you lie through a smile, “What did you want to see me about?”
He pauses to fish something out of his pocket, looking victorious when he holds up his little notepad.
“I finished Extraordinary Attorney! I wanted to fill you in like you asked!”
If there’s anything that can even remotely soothe your hurting heart, it’s the sight of an excited Jungkook flashing his more-bunny-than-wolf teeth.
“Now’s the perfect time, come, sit.” You motion next to you and he wastes no time cuddling up to your side, bursting with excitement to tell you every plot point. He walks you through everything: dancing through revolving doors, an extensive history about whales, and a handshake he insists you try with him. You don’t even notice two hours pass as you’re laughing and invested the whole way through.
“Thank you darling. I really needed this.”
He preens at the nickname, snuggling closer into you.
“Hard day?”
“Yeah, and it’s only eleven a.m.”
“Is it because of Tae and Hobi hyung?”
“More about Yoongi if I’m being honest.”
“I didn’t like the way he spoke to you last night.”
“That makes two of us. But I prefer it to what he said today.”
Jungkook sits up, eyes wide, “He was meaner today?”
“No, just said some things I really didn’t want to hear.”
“Well if you need him to, Namjoon hyung can beat him up for you.”
You throw your head back laughing, the statement even funnier due to his completely serious, deadpan delivery.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
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He has to be in one of these rooms.
You open one door after another, making your way around from one side of the mansion. You haven’t seen Taehyung since breakfast, and it’s already 4pm now. Namjoon had assured you he was fine when you questioned why he wasn’t at lunch, saying he’d be eating alone today as he had something to do. But what could he possibly have to do? You can’t help but think he’s bawling his eyes out in one of the spare rooms, feeling too bad to eat or talk to anyone. Yes, you want him to have some sort of remorse for what he did, but the thought of him being miserable brings you no satisfaction.
You’re about to check another room when Namjoon quickly makes his way over, putting himself between the door and you.
You give a questioning look, “Is Taehyung behind that door?”
“Yes, but please don’t go in.”
You examine his face, becoming even more confused. There’s no concern in his eyes, making you think the caretaker hybrid isn’t crying on the other side of the door.
“Why?”
“It’s a surprise. Could you trust me on this? Please?”
He knows it’s a risky ask. You could easily laugh at his face, making it clear that humans and hybrids operate on commands and obedience, not trust. There’s nothing stopping you from giving a direct command for him to open the door right now.
You mull it over in your head, concluding that if Taehyung was in any sort of trouble, Namjoon would look much more stressed right now.
“Alright. I won’t ask.”
The Alpha can’t help the little smile that peaks through. He can’t help but feel as if he’s being a little greedy, pushing the boundaries of what autonomy you’ll allow him to have—but it’s so tempting to desire more, especially thinking back to how different things were at the lab.
Instead of turning around to leave, you decide to ask him to come out with you. You need some fresh air, but being alone with your thoughts is not something you’re sure you can handle at the moment.
“Do you want to take a walk with me? It’s not a command so feel free to say no.”
His face lights up instantly, “I’d love to. It’s a really nice day.”
The two of you make your way over, making a quick stop at your closet where you remember the new jackets you’d bought for them. You pull out a long maroon one, perfect size for the tall wolf. In another life, he would’ve been a model with legs that long. You smile as he checks himself out in the mirror, really feeling the outfit it seems. Just as you’re about to reach for the front door, a timid Jin stops both of you.
“Where are you guys going?”
“Just out for a walk.”
He looks at you with concern, so you elaborate.
“We won’t take long, and Yoongi’s here if you need anything.”
“It’s not that…”
There’s a moment of silence, neither you nor Namjoon understanding what the problem is.
Until you follow Jin’s gaze…all the way to Namjoon’s neck.
Fuck.
You forgot one of the strictest hybrid laws:
Owned hybrids must be collared and leashed when out walking in public areas.
It seems Namjoon has this realization a couple seconds after you, face going from confident glow to despondency in a second.
It’s a crisp wake-up call. A reminder how stupidly naive his dreams of becoming independent all are.
At the end of the day, I’ll always be seen as a pet.
“I…I forgot...I’m so sorry Namjoon. We don’t have to go.”
He shakes his head, “No, it’s fine. I’d still like to go.”
He tries to hide his disappointment as best as he can, standing firm. You shouldn’t have to be burdened with his feelings—an Alpha isn’t supposed to make anyone worry about him.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Do you have a collar and leash?”
You nod, admitting to have the items makes you feel like you’re guilty of a heinous crime.
“I got them for each of you when I was shopping…just in case anyone wanted to go out.”
It’s the truth. The only reason you got them was after reading up hybrid laws, making sure to keep some in case they ever wanted to go outside. But that doesn’t mean it feels right saying it.
Namjoon shivers as you click the dark blue collar around his neck, contrasting stark against the white bandages underneath. You notice the way he stiffens as it’s on, but he assures you each of the twenty times you ask him if he wants it off. It doesn’t hurt against the wounds perse, more just uncomfortable friction. The real hurt is to his ego at the thought of being collared again.
At least this one doesn’t have needles. He tries to find the glass half full.
You miss the conversation Jin and Namjoon are having throughout the ordeal. It’s not with words, but rather their eyes. With Jin asking his packmate if he’s sure he’s okay, and the Alpha lying convincingly enough for Jin to drop the subject.
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It’s clear you’ve never done this before with the awkward way you’re holding the leash. If you’re feeling this way, you can’t imagine how much worse it is for Namjoon—how humiliating it would feel to be walked out in public in this way. You’re trying to think of any solution, maybe wrapping your scarf on him and tucking the leash in under his jacket…but that would only make things worse. Namjoon is, as clear as day, a wolf hybrid, and there’s no doubt a fleet of cops would come at the slightest alert of a wolf who doesn’t look leashed.
The streets are relatively empty today, but the few people you do pass try to walk past Namjoon as quickly as possible.
“Thank you for coming out with me. I’m sorry it has to be like this.”
He gives a small smile that doesn’t fully reach his eyes, “It’s okay. It’s not like you make the laws.”
The two of you walk silently for a while, both lost in your own thoughts while pretending to look around and appreciate the scenery. You’re the one who breaks the silence—quite abruptly.
“What do you do when your pack doesn’t listen to you?”
Namjoon looks caught off guard for a moment, before processing your question.
“I find the cause of why they aren’t listening. They aren’t the type to act up because they can. Once I figure out the reason, I can get them back in line.”
“They’re never too stubborn?”
“Not typically. They respect me and the hierarchy enough to know better,”
Inherent respect. Must be nice.
“but that’s just part of it” he goes on, “the main thing is that they know that everything I do is with their benefit in mind.”
He’s quick to notice the sour face you make at that sentence.
“Did I say something wrong?”
“No,” you sigh “I just don’t think I’ve been doing that last part pretty well.”
It sucks to admit, but it is true that you can get a bit narrow in your focus when it comes to work—only thinking about how to benefit yourself.
“I don’t always get it right either. If it’s any consolation, you’re doing it pretty well when it comes to the pack and me. You’ve shown us more compassion in three days than we’ve seen in three months.”
Your eyes soften. It does console you a bit, reminding you that you are capable of compassion—that you aren’t a complete lost cause. You ask the next question plaguing your mind.
“Are there ever times when you have to lead them even though they aren’t happy with you?”
“Oh plenty of times. I’m constantly telling them things they don’t want to hear.”
“And when it feels like it’s all falling apart?”
“Then I have to change my approach.”
“What if you’re not the problem?”
He stops for a moment, bending down to admire a particularly beautiful flower in a patch of grass.
“Most things are my fault. No matter which packmate messes up, it can nine times out of ten be traced back to some way I failed to communicate with or lead them. And even when it’s not, I still need to step up. That’s just how it works when you’re trusted to be the Alpha.”
There’s a pregnant pause as you soak in his words, before letting out a frustrated groan.
“Leadership. That’s what you’re describing. And accountability. Can you believe I lectured you all about it this morning only to be so shit at doing it myself?”
“It sounds like you’re trying. You wouldn’t be asking me all this if you weren’t.”
“How do you know exactly what to say?”
“Lots of practice with five very different wolves” he smiles.
“You’re an amazing person Joon. I hope you know that.”
It’s almost overwhelming. Your sweet words, the loving nickname his pack uses, being called “person” instead of “mutt.” The collar and leash serve as a reminder of servitude and ownership, but the way you talk to him goes against everything they symbolize. Everything feels so conflicting. Will the two of you ever truly be equals?
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A/N: My brain is kind of mush today so nothing more to say than I hope you're week is going well.
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BTS Reaction | You Bring Your Niece/Nephew on a Date
Pairing: BTS Members x Reader
Requested by anon: Do you still accept requests for bts? If you do can you please write headcanons for the members? He 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖾s his crush 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 but she 𝗁𝖺d to 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒𝗌𝗂𝗍 her nephew/niece (2-3 years old), 𝗌𝗈 she 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀s them 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀. Then he shares his food with the babies cause they thought his dish was better than theirs?
A/n: i never really left baby fever just so you guys are aware. i'm too young and broke, i'm too young and broke...
Tunes: n/a, i had a headache
Jin:
The date had been planned for a bit
But life happens and in an emergency you help your own out
Seokjin was more than happy to accommodate the new addition to your date
He’d met your niece very briefly on a few occasion and got along with her well
So with a last minute change on the dining option, the three of you ended up going to more kid friendly restaurant
All was good and food was ordered and came out
And your niece, being the sensible girl she is, decided she no longer wanted her chicken nuggets and was more interested in Seokjin’s dish, eyeing the plate and him without saying a word
Noticing, he ended up giving her a bite or two initially before putting some of his own meal onto her plate in exchange for the nuggets and fries
If she was happy, he was happy
Although that did mean you didn’t get to steal a more than a bite from his plate
Suga:
Your date with Yoongi was a last minute thing
You were already babysitting when he proposed the idea and quickly explained the situation
To which he immediately offered to bring some takeout over for dinner so you didn’t have to cook
Going to a restaurant he knew you’d been craving
He order both of your go to meals and what you had picked out for your niece
Once he arrived at your place, dinner was quickly served and all of you dug in
Well
The two of you dug in
You niece was not pleased with your pick and was more fascinated by Yoongi’s meal
Giving her best puppy eyes she asked for a bite
And once he saw how much she liked it, he was quick to give her the plate taking her original meal and eating
He could settle for whatever was left over
And he made a mental note to get her his usual order next time
J-Hope:
Hoseok is the best with your nephew
The boy practically worships the land he walks on
When I say your nephew wants to be just like him, I mean it
So when you bring him on a date with the two of you he’s excited
At restaurant, your nephew had decided he needed to use the restroom
And since he was in the midst of being potty trained, Hoseok offered to take him to the restroom, telling you what he wanted in case the server came to take your order before they got back
Which did end up happening
You ordered a kids meal off the kid’s menu thinking nothing of it
And when they come back and the food comes out
Your nephew is not pleased
Because why does his food look different from Hobi’s????
He wants what Hobi get cause again, loves the man to death
Hoseok ends up eating the kids’ meal and the more than half that’s left from his original meal
All as if it were a regular day occurrence
Which if we’re being honest, it is when it comes to your nephew
RM:
Namjoon is the type of guy who always give you food from his plate if you’re still hungry after your own meal
Always has been and always will be
So when your niece doesn’t like her food that she picked out, he doesn’t think twice before offering her a bite from his plate
In retrospect, he should’ve asked if she wanted something else
But his brain just acted as if on autopilot and was already offering her the bite
Which she loved
From his plate
Not yours
(You two had ordered the same thing but yours wasn’t Joonie’s *feel the eye roll*)
But he didn’t mind
He would sit there feeding her until she was full without complaint as you panicked on the inside pushing your plate in his direction only for him to push it back
In the end, he ate what was left over from him original plate
Which was more than ⅔ of the original serving
And took a few bite from your own to make you feel better about the situation
The situation he didn’t mind one bit
Jimin:
Jimin always offers for your nephew to try his food
So when he notices that he’s not really eating the food he’s picked out
Most likely due to the fact that the restaurant the three of you went to was more adulty than family
Although they were more than happy to accommodate your nephew in your reservation, treating so sweetly
He stretches out his arm with a small bite on his fork urging him to try it
Opening his mouth, he accepts it and his face immediately brightens, his mouth opening again
So Jimin spends his time talking to you whilst alternating between feeding your nephew and taking a bite for himself the entire dinner
All while you offer to take over for him and even saying you’ll pay for another dish just for him so he doesn’t have to give up almost his entire meal
Because your nephew is a foodie
But he shuts you down real quick saying he doesn’t mind and he get full seeing you two eat your fill
V:
Taehyung, like Yoongi, offered to bring take out to you instead
Just in case you didn’t feel comfortable leaving the house so suddenly
Which ended up being a good call since your nephew had just been put down for a nap
So as soon as you gave him the go-ahead, he placed the order and went to pick it up, showing up at your front door just as your nephew was starting to enter back into the real world
The little guy was excited to see Taehyung and wanted to sit next to him while the three of you ate
It didn’t take not for him to lose interest in his mean, hands quickly moving towards Taehyung plate and getting a little handful unnoticed
And it went unnoticed for a bit since he was busy talking to you
If you hadn’t pointed it out, he never would’ve know he was sitting next to a food thief
But he was quick to laugh it off, giving your nephew his food and taking the abandoned meal and continuing your conversation as he wiped your nephew’s face and hands before you had the chance to
Jungkook:
Jeongguk had been the one to insist that it was alright for you to bring your niece with you on your impromptu date
The little girl was the sweetest and cutest thing on the planet
And you weren’t going anywhere special
And if even you were it would’ve been fine by him
Her giggles filled the air as the three of you waited for the food to come out
And once it did, the rice in front of her was almost nearly ignored as she eyed the vibrant colors on Jeongguk’s plate
She would open her mouth every time he lifted his utensils to his mouth thinking she was going to be fed
And you both noticed quickly, making an attempt to feed her the rice only for her to refuse, looking at Jeongguk and opening her mouth
It would all click and he’d take her rice and fill the little bowl with a bit of his food and mix it well in hopes that it would help with the spiciness
It was more rice than his meal, but she was happy shoveling the food in her mouth
Not eating the rice and holding out her bowl for more
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BUCKET LIST ☆ 04
The sunrays are simmering into your skin on your way to school, your footsteps speeding up when you glance at watch and .. JEEZ ?? 30 MINUTES LEFT ??!
Bland colored houses are all you can see for a few blocks before entering the school grounds. Your body basically shuts down once you flop down on your hard chair, which is on Saiki’s right. You beam at him, your heavy breathing breaking apart the quiet atmosphere of the classroom. You sit on the edge of the chair, waving him over.
"Sai-"
The teacher smacks the yard ruler on then chalkboard, grabbing the attention of everyone in the classroom. You bite your lip , a look of defeat washing over your face when you fix your position on your seat.
“Okay listen up ! Since this is your last year at high school, oh so very exciting” She says in the most boring tone ever you start to question if she even wants to be here. “You will create a bucket list with about thirty ish activities, it will be a project and I will be the one to assign partners!”.
Your ears perk up at the word partners. You have a gut feeling that you and Saiki are destined to be partners for such a project. You turn to Saiki with an idiotic smile, he pretends to not see you in the corner of his eye. “I’ll be naming off the partners now..” Mrs. Shimizu announces, picking up the crumbled paper which makes it seem like she thought long and hard about the duos.
You straighten up your back and bite the skin around your fingers. You really hope it’s not some weirdo who is secretly into adult magazines, and you really hope it’s Saiki. You’re not sure why you felt some connection to him but you really did feel something in your weakening heart.
I just want to be friends with him, that’s all.
As names are being called out, you could hear groans and gasps from your classmates. Either indicating they love or dislike their partners. You turn to Kaidou who is visibly excited of being partners with Aren but trying to hide it by saying “Psshh no biggie”.
“Kusuo Saiki and L/n Y/n”.
You gasp loudly, clumsily falling out of your seat with a loud thump. You peer up at Saiki with a snicker, sucking in your lips to hide your smile when he stares down at you with a pained look.
“Good grief, you’re going to be a pain in the ass” He mumbles. You can only shoot him with finger guns and send a wink his way. He rolls his eyes and gets up as soon as the bell rings, and the teacher calls out the last partners. Teruhashi passes by you and gives you an awkward smile, her hands balled up in fists. “So lucky! You got Saiki ahahah ..” She says, Chiyo having to drag her away from you when she notices Teruhashi might hit you upside the head. You nervously laugh, shaking your head to dismiss the tense air between you two.
You make your way towards Saiki, your footsteps a bit too loud and skippish.
“Get away, I’ll deal with you later” He tells you. You shake your head, wrapping your arms around his arm. “Let’s write our list together, please!” You pipe out, your grip deadly tight. He attempts to shake you off but gives up once he sees your puppy eyes staring up at him.
He does not like that he developed somewhat of a soft spot for you but your e/c eyes really got to him at times. He exhales dramatically, reaching down and flicking your forehead with a bit of force. “Alright alright, just get off. You’re causing a scene” He whispers, nervously looking around and seeing your classmates giggling and at pointing at the both of you.
You let go almost immediately, dusting off your shirt and leaning in way too close to his face. He does the opposite, leaning back as you came closer to him. His palm comes in contact with your forehead, forbidding you to come closer.
"I lied".
You slump down on your seat, throwing your arms in the air in frustration. "Then when?" He shrugs his shoulders, not seeming to care about your feelings until he smiles. "Lunch time".
You freeze, dumbfounded as he hands you a book. You pout as he leaves, your fingers playing with the dog ears that he did on the corners of the pages. You open up the book, seeing notes on the blank sides of the pages. You hiccup out of embarrassment, a faint color of pink brushing against your cheeks.
You get up and run out into the hallway with the intention of getting his attention. "Saiki" You loudly call out into the crowded narrow space, watching him walk down as he tries to make his way down to the cafeteria.
Why does he make my life so complicated?
As you catch up to him, he turns his attention to you with an amused look on his face. "Yes?". You gulp, showing off the pages full of neat handwriting. "You annotated my book?" You ask, your hands shaking with a bit of anger but nervousness as well.
He nods, "Duh".
You let your book in hand fall to the side, wondering if you should ask this question but decide to do so anyways.
"I thought you didn't read much" You question with a soft voice, your classmates giving you stares as they walked by the both of you. You're not aware that you are in the middle of the lunch room but Saiki completely takes note of this. He jus doesnt want to say anything.
"What's much to you?" He replies with coldness hinted in his voice, his eyebrows knitting together as he seems offended by your statement. You step back, your hand practically crushing the book. A sigh leaves your lips, shaking your head.
"Nevermind" You say, your cheeks burning up when you realize you're blocking the way for others. Also because Saiki kinda just ended you on the spot. "I was joking" Saiki clears up, but honestly who can tell when he sounds so serious at times? You throw the book at his chest, not too hard because well it is your only copy of Peter Pan. Why did he do stuff that made you so confused?
Why does he have to be so complicated?
"Get me a new copy, I don't need you to clarify the book with your little notes" You huff out, nudging him quite harshly when you flee the scene. You stomp down to the classroom, grabbing your backpack with the intention of leaving the school day behind earlier.
Making your way down to the exit doors, you feel a presence behind you which causes you to speed up your walking.
"Y/n" A firm voice calls out to you.
"Nuh uh, you're not getting to me" You reply, you clasp your hand around the exit door handle. Without warning, a tender hand sets upon yours. You push their hand away gently, and see Saiki with your book in hand to your left.
"Not so nice to throw books at people, don't you have manners?" He asks, passing you the book. You accidentally graze your hand against his, and he drops the book in surprise.
He bends down and grabs the book, pushing it into your hand and he grimaces. "Cheeto dust" He mumbles, stepping back and eventually walking away. "Get your bucket list ready for tomorrow, I don't want to waste time".
You glare at his disappearing figure, flipping through the dull pages to read some of the writing he left behind. You notice that yes, indeed you have cheeto crumbs on your fingers. Brushing them off on your shirt, you continue scanning the pages. A neat annotation catches your interest, you turn the book around to see the writing better.
“Peter losing Wendy was his biggest lost, he really thought she was his forever” You read, you could hear Saiki's monotone voice in your head as you read the note. You smile, knowing he was probably poking fun at Peter Pan. You nod, making your way back to the classroom and picking out your favorite annotations that Saiki had left behind.
“Yeah he’s definitely something”.
You could feel it in your chest that this bucket list project will do you good for your sickness. All you hope is that Saiki does not dislike you at the end of it.
☆☆☆
Writing down the last item on your list, you place your head in your hands. You scan the events from number one to number one to number twenty-seven.
Say farewell to Saiki and friends is what your list says at number twenty seven.
You won't die of course, it's just in case you do. Although your treatment is going well so far but you know it could backfire at any moment. Sometimes you find yourself praying until your knees stung, praying that you get better and do not have to tell your friends anything.
"Hey Y/n, done with yours?"
You flung yourself over your paper, hiding the evidence that you're not at your healthiest right now. Kaidou frowns, leaning down to face you and his eyes show unsettlement.
"You okay? How's your nose doing?" He gingerly presses his thumb against your nose bridge. You wince slightly, wrapping your hand around his wrist and pulling it down to your lap.
"I'm okay Kaidou, I swear" You softly whisper, watching his face turn completely red as you spoke. He pulls away, rubbing his wrist as if you hurt him. "Okay! I'm glad, uhm, see ya!" Kaidou hesitates to leave but scurries away when you give him a smile.
You always wonder why Kaidou was a mess around you, his words always stumble upon each other. Jeez, the amount of shades of pink that paints his face is astounding.
You tap your shoes on the floor in the most obnoxious way, oblivious to the fact that Saiki is staring at you at the classrooms entrance.
Do they not know that's annoying? He thinks to himself, his mouth opened a bit to show how much displeasure you are rising in him.
As soon as he walks pass by you he regrets even stepping into the class in the first place. "Saiki hi!" You exclaim, waving at him and expecting an immediate response back.
Saiki could pretend he could not see you, but he's done that so many times he thought maybe he could spare you a second of his time. The pink haired boy waves back at you and with a satisfied nod of your head, you cross out the first item on your list.
Saiki raises an eyebrow, hovering over your desk and staring down at you and the number one being crossed out already.
"What-", "My first on my bucket list is to get you to say hi back to me!".
He leans even closer, his fingertip finding the first item and he could not help but express disbelief. "You really wasted something like that on your bucket list?". You nod profusely in return, "I did not think it would be able to cross it off so quick".
He plants his hands on your desk, wondering why the hell the teacher even paired you up with him.
They're obviously annoying and very childish so why .. his thoughts come to a pause when you grin at him with mischief in your eyes.
Yeah, they're definitely annoying.
"We're only doing your list, so let's pretend I have the same list as you, okay?" He asks, punching the desk quietly before retreating back to his seat. You watch him in silence, folding your paper and pushing it down your pocket.
He seems off today .. eh.
So you continue on with your day, not even paying attention as much to your schoolwork as usual. Though, you could feel eyes burning into you everywhere you went.
It was Saiki. Obviously. He's fixated about your condition again as you showed up to school with dark eye circles. He wishes he did not care, he wishes he could ignore it but he has a suspicion you won't be getting better anytime soon.
He just hopes he could save you in time.
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--𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄; Riri Williams.
But my third eye is going blind,
I'm unaligned with my body and mind
It's playing tricks, I say I'm fine
But really, It's hurting me deep inside.
✼ ｡ﾟ･
|| you have been in love with Riri Williams for a while now, but she can't seem to open her eyes to see that. She starts to experiment and see others -- which you have to hide your hurt.
A/n : yall i loveeee this song so much you don't understand, so I thought why not make it into a lil fic?
Tags : @verachii @shurislover @shuriszn @lunax0654 @6-noir @icespiceluva
Angst. Emotional, but yall are not ready for the next one.
✼ ｡ﾟ･
Airplane mode -- limbo . ☆
YOU BOUNCED YOUR KNEE up and down as you waited for Riri's text,maybe call..? she had went on a date with some guy on tinder. The name rolled off her tounge whenever she said it.
You had hoped , desperately hoped it went wrong. Truth is, Riri has been your first love for years now..and yet she still hasn't noticed.
You were too shy to make a move, and you were worried that your friendship would end if you slipped up--which you didnt want. Even if she didn't like you back, you still loved her and wanted her in your life.
Cause I been dreaming about you, oooh
I've been wishing that I was next to you, oooh
I've been dreaming of us, oooh
I've been thinking that this is not a need or a must, but....
You sighed shakily as you switched your phone on and checked your messages.
Riri : you home?
Riri : nvm I'm already here haha
You then hear a knock on the door and you get up from your couch to answer it. Its Riri, of course. You thought it would be. "The date went great!" She squeals as she makes herself comfortable in your apartment.
You smile sadly and choke back tears. "Thats amazing." You say as you go to your kitchen to grab a cold water from your fridge, your back to her.
You gulp it down, just to stop the tears and your shaky nerves. "You thinking of seeing him again?" You give her a tight lipped smile and take a seat next to her.
"Yeah.." she lays her head on your shoulder and stares at the TV.
Gosh, you loved when she did that.
"He just like..has the same interests that I do, and he's exactly my type..and I just feel like.."
"-he's the match for you?" You finish her sentence. She nods slowly as looks up at you with her doe eyes.
"I love you, y/n."
Your heart thumps as you try to muster up some words to say. "You love me?" You say as you nibble your lip.
"Of course I love you, you're my best friend."
Oh.
"Yeah...I..love you too." You say, giving her a shaky smile, blinking back tears once again.
Fuck. You really thought. Why would you expect that? Your dream was just a dream. And nothing could even change that. Gosh, you felt stupid--thinking she'd feel the same way. Why couldn't you just stop loving her?
I'm sorry, baby
Please puppy
I'm trying to be ultra mega happy
And show you my smile
And send you my feelings,
And fuck it is so hard
Being so damn far....
✼ ｡ﾟ･
YOU HAD BEEN avoiding Riri for a while now as you knew your feelings were about to be hurt, badly. Truth is, you need to move on too. She'd never see you in that way. Not even a small chance.
Riri wasn't in for it though, she bombarded you with messages day and night. She'd make plans, you'd decline any chance you'd get.
Until today -- when she decided to pound on your door at three in the morning. "Y/n, open this door!" A faint voice said as you heard knocking.
Damn, you fell asleep on the couch. Cold, uneaten popcorn sat on your coffee table and your 90's sitcom paused. You rub your eyes and get up to see who it is.
Riri. You can't get yourself out of this one. You open the door, leaving the chain locked. "I know you've been avoiding me." She says, you scan her outfit, some sweats, a black crop top and her hair in a satin scarf--tied.
"Why y/n?" You open the chain and she waltzes in. "Did i say something wrong? Did I offend you -- I'm sorry I got caught up and --"
I've been waiting on you, ooh
I've been waiting for you to tell me those three words too cause
I been hoping its true, ooh
"No..its..maybe its better you don't know. I dont want to ruin our friendship and I dont want to make it awkward." You let out a sharp exhale as you avoid eye contact.
"Cmon..we're 4lifers right? You can tell me anything and you know that." She says reassuringly.
"Fuck it..im in love with you Riri, I have been for a while now. I understand if you dont want to be friends because I ruin everything like I always do and you'd never see me that way and I'm sorry..." you say as a tear rolls down your cheek.
"Shit." You quickly wipe your face before she can notice.
"I didnt know you'd see me in that way.."
"And you're moving on and I have to act like I'm okay with it when I'm really not, it kills me day by day." Your voice cracks. "Sorry, I'm being so dramatic right now..you can go.." you muttered. You open the door for her.
"Y/n..I-"
"Please leave." She looks at you with sad eyes and walks through the door. You lock the door behind you and sit on the couch and just sob.
Full on sob.
You just ruined everything.
✼ ｡ﾟ･
YOUR PHONE BUZZED once again, of course it was Riri, she had been blowing your phone up for a while now, and all you could do was avoid because you didn't know what to say. You eyed your phone sadly as you watched it vibrate.
Riri : y/n let's talk please
Riri : we need to talk.
You blink back tears as you scroll through the endless messages..feeling embarrassed. You suddenly click on the settings button and put your phone on airplane mode. Flipping it over, and looking for something else to focus on.
Airplane mode.
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Hi lovely! I wanted to say hello again and thank you for the amazing answer to my ask from last week about your Clockwork AU!
I have another😁
Do you think Nick would ever consider leaving all his ‘work’ behind for the quiet life with puppy…have a big family, be domestic…just kind of all that happily ever after stuff?
Hope you have a great day!!! And thank you again for sharing with us❤️
eeeeee hello again! I got so excited seeing this ask. Thank you so much for your continued interest!
This question is a little harder to answer, because I’m really split in two about it. Nick is not a good person. He has his own circumstances that cause him to be that way, but nonetheless he worked really hard to build the life he has. He would not easily give up his empire, even for his omega. He expects her to adapt to his life, not for him to make sacrifices for her.
That being said, he definitely would want kids and the domestic life one day. For Nick, by having an omega and his empire, that is his happily ever after. Nick may slow down in his later years, and eventually pass on his responsibilities to someone else. Either one of his children or a colleague.
Also, there is a danger in Nick slowing down. A lot of powerful people rely on him, and if he were to pack up, he’d have to flee and go into hiding. There would be a hit on his head and a threat to his family. In this kind of world, you can’t just quit when so many people need your services. Plus, if someone were to kill him, they would have killed a prime alpha. Which is a show of power in itself. Nick can’t show weakness or others will try to take everything from him. Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
As a big thank you for continuing to be interested I wrote a little drabble 💙 I hope you like it!
𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆
w/c: 320
warnings: stokholm syndrome
a/n: thank you to @sweeterthanthis for helping me combat mean brain when trying to write this. part of my Clockwork AU.
You could feel the soft thump of Nick’s heart as you lay your ear to his chest. The sound always grounded you. The steady rhythm giving you something constant to focus on.
Nick had been working all day until late into the night and only joined you in bed past two am. He’d tried not to wake you, but you’d woken when he slipped into bed.
“There’s something on your mind,” Nick announced into the silence, the mated bond allowing him to feel how your mind was flurried with thoughts. “Talk to me, omega.”
How should you word it? You pursed your lips before snuggling into Nick’s chest. “Don’t you ever want to stop?”
“Stop what?”
“This. All of it. The stress, the work. I want some peace.” You felt nervous telling him your feelings. Nick didn’t take very well to change he didn’t initiate. You’d found your place where you could ask for small things but understood the boundary that major elements would not change.
This world Nick was part of was dangerous and unforgiving. Walking away meant showing vulnerability. And if there was one thing Nick would never do, it would be showing weakness.
“Hm.” Nick hummed, drawing languid circles on the small of your back. “Some peace, omega?”
“It’s fine. Just forget I said—” Fear that you’d annoyed him circled in your core.
“Shh, hush now.” He swatted your back gently, pulling up the covers, so you were both covered by the plush duvet. “I’ll organise to have one of the safehouses turned into a holiday home. There you can have your peace, puppy.”
“Does that mean you’ll stop working while we’re there? Maybe turn your phone off for a bit?” Even the dogs knew your question was controversial, three sets of eyes peering up from their spots by the bed.
“You’re smart enough to know the answer to that question, pup. Don’t ask me again.”
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I Wish I Could Walk In Heels
AN: Writing is hard. Anyways, we have a sort of filler chapter for this week. I'm not super happy with it, but here we are. I have officially ran out of pre-written chapters that I wrote during my hyperfixation. Which is very irritating. I'm trying to get back into it. It's just a little difficult to do with the extreme lack of Ada content. But, I will not give up. I'll try and get my shit together for the new year... Hopefully... That sounds very familiar lol. Enjoy the chapter.
TW: language, guns, ect. The norm for Resident Evil.
Chapter 11:
September 30, 1998-
Claire ended up seperating from the group a while later. After some convincing from both you and Leon, she had left to go find her brother, Chris Redfield. Sherry wasn't very happy about it, but she eventually understood that Claire was worried about her brother and needed to make sure he was alright.
Leon still had the bullet wound in his shoulder, and Sherry was still weakened from being infected with the G and then cured. You were all injured in some way and completely exhausted. That's when Leon came up with a plan.
A stupid plan.
"No, Leon! Bad idea!" You shouted at him.
"How is it a bad idea? The military will protect us!" Leon said.
"Were you not paying attention at all last night? There are people in the government that are in on it! And other people who will kill you for knowing too much! You'll be putting yourself and Sherry in danger! She literally has the G and the cure in her veins!"
"I refuse to believe that everyone in the government is in on it. The military is supposed to protect the people. They will protect us." Leon said, determined for you to understand.
You huffed in frustration and closed your eyes for a moment. "Leon. You're wrong on this. Believe me. Let's just go to the nearest motel and avoid anyone with badges and combat gear for now. Please."
He looked at you for a moment, before glancing at Sherry, who stood on the side of the road watching the argument. You were nearly out of city limits and close to a military blockade that was set up pretty far from the city during the outbreak to keep the infected in. You wanted to veer off the road and avoid them entirely. Leon wanted to ask them for help.
"No. Let's just ask them for help and protection. They will help us. I promise." Leon said. As cheesy as it sounds, his eyes were still full of hope and optimism. Even after the night he just had, he still maintained his puppy-like behavior.
You sighed and shook your head. "If that's what you believe… then I can't come with you, Leon." His hopeful look deflated slightly. "Look, I'm sorry. But if they knew how much I know then I'm as good as dead. I'd be of no use to them whatsoever. So, I'll say it again, ditch your plan and let's all just go find someplace to stay."
Leon debated this. He really didn't want you to leave quite yet either. But he needed to find someplace safe for himself and Sherry. And he genuinely believes that the military will help with that.
"Then I guess this is goodbye." Leon sighed.
You felt defeated. Why couldn't he just listen to you? He had claimed to have trusted you. He knows you know a lot about Umbrella's inner workings. Hell, he knows most of it himself. He's seen it. So why, after all you both went through last night, does he doubt you now?
You couldn't help but ask. "You said you trusted me. What changed?"
"I still do, but I believe this is the right call." He answered honestly.
"And you're willing to risk Sherry in this?"
"She won't get hurt. I'll protect her." Leon determined. He wasn't going to budge. No matter what you say. You sighed.
"Fine." You turned to Sherry and walked toward her. "I guess this is goodbye."
"Do you really have to go?" She asked, saddened by yours and Claire's sudden departure.
"Unfortunately. I have to go cause trouble elsewhere." You joked weakly. "Speaking of trouble, try to stay out of it. Okay? I know that may be impossible at times. But just try."
You may not have interacted with the girl as much as Claire had over the night, but you still managed to grow to care for her. She was so sweet and deserves so much better than what she had got. She sort of reminded you of Katherine, in a way. When you and her were both young, naive children just starting to realize how cruel the world truly was. You really wished for better things for Sherry.
"Okay. I'll try. But only if you promise me the same thing." Sherry told you. She had clearly grown to care for you too. You suspected it was because you had a part in saving her from Irons. Again, as terrible as it may sound, you were glad you had put an end to that man. You felt absolutely no remorse for that monster.
You grinned sadly and pretended to think. "Hmm, okay. I guess I can promise you that. "
"Will we see you again?" She asked. You weren't really sure how to respond. You didn't think you would, but you didn't want to disappoint the girl further.
"Maybe. Who knows what the future holds. Just stay safe in the meantime, okay?" Was the answer you settled on.
"Okay. Bye, Y/n." She said before hugging your waist briefly. It caught you off guard, but you returned the hug with an awkward pat on the back. You still weren't a hugger. But you supposed you'll allow it.
She let go of you and you turned to Leon. "Same applies to you, Kennedy. I'm serious. I don't want to find out from some random ass news article that you blew up or something." You pointed mockingly.
"What would I blow up from?" Leon asked with a slight smile.
"Playing with grenades and rocket launchers." You deadpanned.
"Right. Okay." He huffed a laugh, before sighing. "I guess this is goodbye, huh?" Leon was also sad that you were leaving.
"Yeah. I really don't-" You started.
"Want to take the risk. I get it. It's fine. Just stay safe." Leon finished.
"I will. Just try not to go mentioning my name if you can help it. I don't want anyone tailing my ass."
"I'm pretty sure that only really happens in movies."
"Yeah. And zombies only happened in horror movies. Yet, here we are."
"Good point. Do I get a hug or…." Leon asked.
"I suppose you've earned it. Even though you smell like you wandered through the sewers." You wrinkled your nose.
"I actually did." He muttered.
You grimaced. "When?"
"When I was looking for you and Ada."
"Why didn't you just go through the vent?"
"…There was a vent?"
You snorted and pulled him into a quick hug, careful of your sore muscles, scrapes and of his wounded shoulder. You gave him the same awkward pat that Sherry got and let go. You handed him the shotgun, having no use for it and not wanting to get in trouble for carrying such a big weapon that is hard to hide.
"Alright. Later, Leon. Stay safe, Sherry." You said before turning and heading in the opposite direction of the military set up. One path leading left, toward the the military people. One to the right, to a smaller town with restaurants and motels.
You kept waking without looking back. You felt bad about leaving them so soon. But as you've said before, you can't risk it. Not after everything you just went through.
-October 1, 1998-
It had taken you a while to make it to a motel. It sat in a town a few miles away from the city limit. You had paid for a room with the money you had saved and packed when you were going to ditch Raccoon City with Katherine and Ben. It wasn't a lot. But it would last you a while if you budget correctly.
You had been woken up by your light sleep in the morning of October 1st by the sound of a large explosion that rocked the ground beneath you. You immediately walked outside of your room to see a large cloud of smoke and fire in the distance. Where Raccoon City had once stood.
Running back into your room, ignoring the other spectators outside, you turned the TV on to the news to see if they would tell you what happened.
They had blown it up. The entire city. Thousands of people. Just completely wiped off the map. You stared at the TV in shock and disbelief. You had known the situation was dire. You had seen it first hand. But to resort to blowing up the entirety of Raccoon City… You weren't sure what you had expected the government to do, but this just felt extreme.
So that's it, then. Your home was completely gone. No more Raccoon City.
Your mind flashed back to the conversation you and Ada had back in NEST while she was patching up Leon's shoulder. She had asked you what your plans were after everything was said and done. You had found it strange she was asking this. Was it just for the sake of conversation? Or a way to get to know you more to manipulate you? You didn't know.
Regardless, you had been truthful when you told her you didn't know. You really had no fucking clue what to do. You were even more lost than when you had graduated high school. No plans for the foreseeable future. No job ideas. The only thing you knew was that you wanted to be happy. The bare minimum, really.
And you had been, for a while. Now it was gone. All gone. So, what do you do now?
Ada's words come to mind. "One day at a time. That's a start." Easier said than done, but you suppose she was right. Take it one day at a time.
You shut the TV off and take a deep breath. First thing's first. Take another shower. You felt gross. You still had your gross t-shirt and jeans on from the week. You had definitely gotten some stares when you strutted into the lobby to check in with stains from who knows what. Luckily, your jeans are dark and the blood stains have faded to a brownish color. So no one was worried about you being a murderer. At least, as far as you were aware.
Maybe you should find more clothes. You had seen a small thrift shop on your way here. It's not far from the motel.
Deciding that was a good place to start, you stood from the edge of the bed and grabbed your bag from the floor. You exited the room and locked the door behind you, placing the key into your pocket.
As you walked to the thrift shop, you saw a few bystanders still staring in horror at the smokey horizon. You walked by them without being noticed and quickly made it into the thrift store, getting to work at finding an acceptable outfit replacement.
Your options were limited. Extremely limited. None of the jeans would fit you, being too small and child sized. There was a pair of men's jeans that were two sizes too big, you didn't think even a belt would save them from falling off of you. There were a pair of shorts that would fit you. Too short, though. Like just barely covering your ass if you were to put them on. Not your first pick. Especially for the fall season. You see a pair of knee high socks that were tacky, even for you, covered in little rubber duck designs that seemed more fitting for a toddlers pajama set than anything else.
You sighed, going for the shorts and knee high socks, as nothing else would work on you. Now shirts and jackets. You had a lot more options for those, not caring if they were too big. Although, you were not a fan of the floral patterns on a majority of the blouses. They vaguely reminded you of wallpaper you had seen in your grandparents home when you were a child.
You settled on a large, black, mens leather jacket that was definitely too big, but it would keep you warm. The shirt you chose was just an old band t-shirt that was actually somewhat your size. You had no idea what the band was, having never heard of it, but it would do.
Now, undergarments were a problem. You did not want to wear anything from this second hand store. You really didn't. Even if they were washed before being sold. As you went up to check out you asked the cashier, an old woman who seemed nice enough, what your options were there. She gave you an odd look, but said that she actually had an unopened pack in the back.
She handed them to you and you winced. Thongs? Really? You had never worn a thong in your life, never seeing the point. You might as well go commando at that point.
Yet, you caved and bought them anyway. They will have to do until you can find a store with more clothing options.
You walked back to the motel and quickly showered and changed into your new clothes. You're very uncomfortable with the length of the shorts, using the socks in an attempt to cover and keep your legs warm. The length and size of the jacket helped a bit in that as well, covering your body like a dress would.
Once you finished, you tossed the ruined clothes into the garbage can outside after you had closed up and locked the door of the motel room, ready to move on. With your bag hanging from your shoulders, you walked to the front desk to return the key.
"Leaving so soon?" The man running the front desk asked.
"Yup. Time to move on." You placed the key on the desk and turned to leave.
"Wait!" The man shouted, causing you to jump in fright, turning back to face him with wide eyes.
"What?" You asked loudly.
"You're one of those Raccoon City survivors, aren't you?" He asked. He looked out the window with nervous eyes. You raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about." You denied, turning back to walk out the door.
He quickly rushed around the desk and took the few short steps to block the door, blocking your exit. "You are! I know you are! I can't let you go!" He had wide and frightened eyes as he looked at you.
"Why not?" You asked cautiously as you backed away.
"Because they want survivors. And I already called you in." He said as you backed away further.
You glared angrily as your heartbeat sped up. "Who wants survivors?" You dreaded the answer.
"The government." He said. You heard cars pull up and glanced out the window, seeing that there were two military cars parked out front. Each one filled with four men in combat gear with machine guns. They all exited the car and separated. Some went to search your old room, some heading toward the front desk area you're currently standing in.
"Damn it." You muttered as you grabbed the phone on the desk and tossed it at the man in front of you, a futile attempt to distract him as you turned to run out through the back. He shouted at you as you hopped over the desk, ran through the back room and out the back door.
You got a good distance between you and the building when you heard someone shout stop behind you. You didn't bother turning around as you ran as fast as you could.
Running past a diner, you saw a man had just gotten into his parked car and was ready to make the turn to take off down the road. You quickly grabbed the hidden pistol from your side and aimed at the man through his open window.
"Get out!" You yelled. He shouted in surprise at the gun in your hand and quickly got out of the car, raising his hands in surrender to the crazy lady stood in front of him.
"Sorry!" You yelled as you quickly hopped in and shut the door, turning the wheel and slamming your foot on the gas. Ducking as gunshots went off behind you as the two military men that were on your heels attempted to stop you. Glass from the rear windshield shattered and landed all over you.
You took a sharp left, barely avoiding a honking car that grazed the driver's side. You had driven a few times in your life, before realizing that you hated how anxious it made you feel in the crowded streets of Raccoon City. Deciding that you'd rather walk or take the train to get places. Times had clearly changed as you drove like a maniac.
You sped out of the town, dodging cars and gunshots, away from Raccoon City and the military people. You glanced in the rear view mirror, confused as to why they didn't just hop into their cars. You guessed you were too fast for them in their clunky combat gear. You got lucky there.
After a few hours on the semi busy road, you noticed that you were low on gas and needed to stop. You didn't want to stop at a gas station in a stolen vehicle though. You turned off the road, down a dirt path and parked partially in the forest, hidden from prying eyes. You'll have to make it on foot.
You had seen a sign a ways back about a truck stop. Right in the direction you were heading. Your options were to either hitch hike and risk getting potentially murdered. Or walk, and risk getting found by the military and potentially murdered. None you were too fond of. But of course you carjacked a car low on gas.
With no choice, you started on foot once more. Maybe you shouldn't have ran away like an idiot. Maybe you should have just seen what they wanted. But the fact that they were carrying machine guns made you panic. You didn't want anything to do with that. The fact that they were searching for survivors was a problem. A big problem. You'll have to lay low.
But where? You can't stay here. You can't trust any hotel or facility near her. So. you'll just have to keep going. Get out of the state. You need to get to the airport. Wait, no. You can't afford that.
Looking over your shoulder, you see a row of five military cars speeding down the road. You quickly ducked into the tree line and out of sight of the passing cars, waiting a few minutes until you knew for sure they were gone.
You sighed tiredly. This is going to be a lot of work.
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A week. That's how long it took you to get out of the state. A week.
A long ass week of walking, hitchhiking and avoiding the police and military that always seemed to be nosing around the places you ended up.
You eventually found a car that was out for the taking by a closed bar. The doors were unlocked and the keys were in the ignition. You were also pleasantly surprised to see a good amount of gas in the tank. Clearly the previous owner of this car was drunk off their mind, leaving it in the empty parking lot.
You had driven non-stop for hours, crossing state after state, only stopping for gas and snacks as you had not eaten in what felt like forever.
Finally, you made it to another city. Far, far away from Raccoon City. New York City. This was only temporary. You figured it would be easier to hide out in a big city for a few days to rest instead of a small town. You're less recognizable amongst thousands of other faces.
You weren't sure if you could make a living here. New York City was known for being expensive. Far more expensive than Raccoon City. But you knew nothing about laying low from the law. You didn't know what to do and where to go. You can't fly out of the country. You didn't have your passport. Plus, it would be stupid to use your passport since you're a wanted woman.
Oh, yeah. Your face was in the newspaper everywhere. Apparently you were wanted by the government. Not top priority, obviously, but still up there. Leon must have ratted you out. There was no other reason you could think of how they got your name. You hadn't given your name to the motel guy. Maybe they did some fancy facial recognition thing and found you that way? You didn't know.
If Leon did blab, you didn't blame him. He wouldn't have done it if he had absolutely no choice.
What did the government want with you? You were just an assistant journalist. You may know a lot, but you were no threat. Not anymore, at least. So what the fuck?
You lay on your bed in your cheap hotel room with a sigh. You were way out of your depth. Maybe you should just give up and turn yourself in. Get it over with. You weren't cut out for a life on the run.
But first, new clothes. You need another set of options. This thrift store option wasn't cutting it anymore.
You slowly raised yourself out of bed with a grunt, sore from, well, everything.
Huffing, you grabbed your backpack from the side of the bed and made out the door. You made it out the door and down the sets of stairs to the lobby. You ducked your head as you passed the front counter, careful that they don't see your face fully. Not that the clerk even cared to look up from the book they were reading.
You made it out to the busy streets and started to walk in the direction of the nearest clothing store. You had no idea where the hell you were, if you were honest. You figured you would walk in a direction and see a store eventually.
Or, better yet, maybe you could take a taxi. They know where they're going. And it would get you off the crowded streets that were slowly growing more irritating for you to deal with. The hussle of New York City was similar to Raccoon City, but somehow different enough to make you grow more anxious the longer you were out in the open. Maybe because these streets weren't familiar to you.
Then again, taking a taxi means spending more money. Could you afford that? Ugh, you should have just kept the stolen car you got from the bar, consequences be damned at this point.
A sudden, loud, beep from a horn beside you causes you to jump in alarm and look to your left. A taxi was stopped on the curb, waiting for you to get in. But you didn't call a taxi?
Red flag. Big red flag. Then again, you were standing still at the end of the street during your internal debate. Maybe they thought you were waiting for a taxi to stop.
As you were about to just turn and continue down the street, you saw something that made your heart stop. Two undercover cops making direct eye contact and walking toward you on the sidewalk. You turned around and saw two more behind you. Across the street, same thing. They were cornering you.
"Shit." You muttered as you looked around for any other way out of this. The taxi beeped again. Without thinking about the possibilities, you opened the front door to the passenger side of the taxi and jumped in. The cops started sprinting in your direction and the taxi quickly sped off down the road away from them.
You looked back as the car sped away and sighed in relief. They wouldn't catch you. You got away.
"That's four times I've saved you now." The voice from the driver's side startles you.
Your eyes widened and you slowly turned your head to the left. You couldn't believe your eyes.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me."
#ada wong#resident evil#ada wong x reader#resident evil x reader#jill valentine#claire redfield#leon kennedy#raccoon city
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Monoma dating Vlad King's daughter? Headcanons! - btw, could she be in 1-A...? I would love to see Monoma's reaction finding out that his Sensei's daughter - and his s/o - is from the rival class. Kisses!~
OMG!! THIS WAS JUST SITTING IN MY INBOX FOR A YEAR AND I HAD NEVER NOTICE ok so to make it up to you I am go it do headcanons and do another little fic as well. ONCE AGAIN I AM SO SORRY, I DON'T DESERVE THE KISS 😭
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~ Ok first once again I am sorry!
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~If I am being honest your dad didn't want you to date anyone that was in his class nor Aizawa's class.
~He didn't think that any of them were good enough for you, but here you were! Dating one of his STUDENTS!!
~"Y/n please no not him, he is a problem child" Your dad says
~"But dad he is so nice! and I love him!!!" You say giving your best puppy dog eyes.
~Him allowing it because you are his little girl and he would do anything for you! But only because he loves his little girl so so much!!
~You were in the hero class which was 1-A and your Boyfriend was in 1-B.
~Him not even seeing the family resemblance when you would come into Vlad's class room.
~You are such a daddies girl so you would come and just sit in your dads office when ever you could.
~Lunch time, early in the morning, after school. Well you get it!
~Monoma would miss every clue you gave him, like 'Oh I am going to sit with my dad for lunch' and 'I have to give my dad some papers but I will meet you later' *Kiss on the cheek*
~He would let this go on for a while before finally asking you.
~ "Y/n what are you talking about? Does your dad work here?"
~ You getting upset and hitting him on the back of his head.
~"BAKA! HAVE YOU NOT BEEN LISTENING" *Sighs and walks off*
~Him looking at you shocked. Before rubbing his head. 'His cockiness must be getting to his head.
~ I think he was the only one who didn't know about Vlad being your dad.
~The next day Aizawa tells you to let your dad know that both classes would be trainings together that day, so your class could learn how to deal with other quirks that people may have.
~You walk into class 1-B and walk straight up to your dad.
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"What is it y/n" Vlad says with his usual annoyed face, He hated when you interrupted his class.
"Mr. Aizawa said that our classes need to train together today and he wants you to be outside in 10 minutes." You say looking for your boyfriend before spotting him at his desk and waving while jumping up and down like a crazy person.
"HEY BABE!!"
"HEY!"
You yell throughout the class causing Monoma to look away from you.
'She is such an embarrassing idiot but I love her' He thought
"Y/n go back to class, we will be out soon, you are causing a disruption" Your dad says
"But dadddd I was hoping to stay till you leave for outsideee" you say bringing out the puppy eyes again.
"No y/n good bye I will see you later, and by later I mean in 5 minutes" He says back not giving in to you pushing you out of the door.
Monoma's jaw dropped. 'His sensei was your-'
'DAD' He thought.
No wonder you always had to leave to go see your dad, he was right there the whole time.
"Sensei? Y/n is your daughter!!" He blurts out causing everyone to look at him with a
'How did you not know, you were dating her!!' face.
"Yes unfortunately" He replies back.
The whole time he kept thinking on how you didn't tell him.
Outside you both got paired up together.
"Why didn't you tell me, he was your dad!!" He immediately asks
"Well I gave you hints and do you not see the resemblance Baka, I look just like him" You say
Only now did he realize the silver hair and red eyes.
"Oh, well you could have said 'Oh and your teacher is my dad! That would have been way easier to understand!" He says back dogging your punch.
"Neito I thought you were better than that! Well I guess you are not that smart though!"
"HEY!"
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Once again I am really sorry I promise I was not ignoring your request!😭
@midnightymel I am so sorry!!
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Caretaker Part 1
Okay, so I just finished Caretaker, the 2 part season premiere of Voyager. It's been a while, so there's stuff I forgot was there. Some of it was good. Some of it was, omg. But let's see if I can post my review, which is a series of notes I made while watching. I hope for more discussion later.
That thingy you're running into means you're screwed, Chakotay
Star Wars Crawl
Okay we start out with words on a screen. There’s this group of federation citizens called the Maquis who didn’t agree with Starfleet’s moronic treaty that are fighting the Cardassians and some say they are heroes and the Federation says they are outlaws. Yay I saw the Maquis on Ds9! I can’t wait to see more of them. (cough)
Scene 1: Maqui Ship. Chakotay and Maquis crew trying to outrun Cardassians. Yay! Chakotay is a really assertive leader here. I’m excited. We have a coherent tetryan beam. I hate those incoherent ones.
Wave hits them and light and we have Voyager credits. Good theme song. Love the orchestra.
Scene 2: Federation penal colony. In New Zealand?
That's right, bitches, I'm here.
Janeway shows up at the penal colony to find Tom Paris who could maybe find the Maquis cause he served with them before they kicked him out just like Starfleet did.
I'm really tough. I don't have Daddy issues.
She tells Tom he is an observer and he whines about being a good pilot. Except for the pilot error that got three people killed, oh nevermind. Just wait five minutes, Tom.
Scene 3 Tom is annoying on the shuttle to Voyager
Okay I have a question. Tom is wearing a Starfleet uniform. Why do observers still wear a uniform? Don’t you need to earn that?
Also: Pretty Betazoid Ensign Stadi (don't get used to her) informs Tom that Voyager has bio-nueral gel packs. They are so much more efficient. Unless there is cheese on board.
Scene 4 Harry is nearly conned for first time on space station ds9. Harry's theory: get con artists off your back by buying everything. Tom saves him cause he's as big of a con as Quark.
Oh, hey, is that Quark from Ds9 that other show you should watch?
Scene 5 Tom and Harry meet the Doctor
The Doc is super bitchy to them. I met he's gonna make stuff hard for Tom.
Scene 6 Janeway talks to fiancee
His name is Mark Johnson. Really. Unknown Truth: Tuvok's real last name is Smith. Anyway, the show has a few minutes to tell us who Mark is and why Janeway loves him. So they talk about her dog.
Nice knowin' ya, Mark
Janeway's dog is named Molly. She is expecting puppies. She likes her doggy bed. I am officially more invested in her dog now.
Scene 7 Junior High mess hall
Doctor and First Officer Cavitt, two of the most nondescript white guys ever (doctor isn't even named), gossip with Harry about what Tom did cause it's junior high and oh no these guys don't like Tom what will he do?
Scene 8 Wonder why it's called the Badlands
Plasma storms, more coherent beams, stuff is fine. What could go wrong? What's that bright light?
Scene 9 Voyager go boom
This is going to take FOREVER to fix!
Ship is transported 75,000 light years to the Delta Quadrant and they hit the breaks kinda hard. The ship is all messed up. So is Janeway's hair.
Where is my HAIRSPRAY?
A couple of shots later:
Seriously? It's hair magic!
Turns out that all command officers (including that pesky doctor and first officer) except Janeway and the entire medical staff are dead. What kind of bad karma does Janeway have? They get scanned and beamed off the ship.
Gonna stop here for a break so it's not so long. Stay tuned next time for Farmville and the evil corn on the cob lady.
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My Little Girl
Pairing: Javier Peña x Wife!Reader
Rating: No rating but my blog is 18+ only
Word Count: 700+
Summary: Javi breaks down and buys the pony his daughter has been absolutely begging him for.
Warnings: Full of fluff, may cause yearning. Please contact your doctor if your yearning lasts for more than 4 hours.
A/N: This started as a small thought and somehow became a fic. Enjoy the fluff.
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“We’ll see, mija.”
It was the response Javi would give every time his daughter would ask for a pony of her own. She was relentless, and he was… well, he was Javi. He knows there really isn’t much of a reason to say no. She is anything but a stranger to the animal. The young girl regularly rides and tends to the horses on Chucho’s ranch alongside her father and abuelo.
“What’s one more?” you had questioned him the last time she asked.
He had given you some sort of vague response about how she wasn’t old enough, how she wasn’t ready for the responsibility of a pony of her own, how it would just be another mouth to feed. The multitude of reasonings grew only as you successfully countered them, making you wonder if he was just trying to convince himself it was a bad idea. Chucho had recently suggested that the girl is spoiled, and though he was joking, you wonder if it made Javi feel guilty.
“She deserves the world, cariño. I wish I could give it to her,” he once said to you.
“You are her world, Javi,” you had responded. “Just look at how she looks at you.”
He saw, which is why he can never say no. All it ever takes is one look with those big brown puppy dog eyes of her and he was wrapped around her finger – one of the few things that could melt through his stubbornness. Her eyes remind him so much of his own, yet they’re so different, still filled with innocence that hasn't yet been tarnished by the harsh realities of life. He would do anything to keep that from happening, anything to never see the sparkle fade to a duller version of their former selves, the light behind them stolen and replaced with a darkness no one should have to face alone, as he did for so many years.
Which is why he gets her the damn horse.
A glimpse of her eyes glistening with pure excitement and joy when they spot the horse, combined with excited shrieks and shrills, make it all worth it.
"Do you want help getting on?" he asks.
Confidently, the girl replies, "No. I can do it myself," causing Javi to take a step back, though his eyes never leave her, ready to swoop in the moment she starts to struggle too much.
It takes her a moment to get her boot in the stirrup, but she does it. However, she struggles once more while trying to get herself up, seeming not quite strong enough to get up and over the horse.
"Are you sure?" Javi asks. "Here, let me-" He takes a step forward, arms outstretched, ready to assist, as he has for so many years with the larger horses.
Without breaking focus, she adamantly exclaims, "No, papá! I can do it."
Javi turns and looks at you, hoping you'll step in and convince her that she needs help. Shrugging, a small smile on your face, you give him a look that says, "Stubborn like her father."
"Let her do it," you insist, to his dismay.
Finally, she manages to mount the horse all by herself, and once she’s settled, Javi instructs her on what to do, following closely as she commands the horse to move.
Eventually, Javi gives her space. He stands next to you, the two of you watching your daughter trot around like a pro, pride filling you both.
Out of the corner of your eye, you catch him wiping a tear away. Turning to look at him, you wonder what’s going on in that mind of his, unable to see his eyes, covered by the aviators on his face. Had this moment made him realize that she’s not so little anymore?
"She's getting big, isn't she?" you question, subtly noting that you’ve been watching him watch her.
He nods in response, showing he is listening, though his eyes remain locked on his little girl. "One day she won't need me anymore," he states simply, the thought killing him.
Your heart instantly melts.
"Oh, Jav,” you coo, looking at him softly. “You know that's not true.”
"Look at her,” he says, gesturing to the little girl, the perfect combination of the two of you. She’s hyper-focused on her task, commanding the horse like she was born to ride. “She doesn't even need me now."
"She'll always need you," you assure him. "A daughter always needs her father.”
He takes a deep breath, releasing some tension, then folds his arms. "I don’t care if she hates me for it, but she’ll always be my little girl.”
“She’ll love you for it. She already does.”
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Hello, I hope you are doing well.
I got the chance to check your posts about HC, and I must say I am very impressed.
I think the whole situation was really obvious from day one. From the first pap walk, her blue check on instagram merely a few weeks after they were seen together, his FO post, the Hollywood Reporter article that mentioned her, which she posted before him on her page, with the most sarcastically "supportive" girlfriend caption.
I agree with this reading because we can all see this in real life, people are very observant. I think they rushed into this without proper planning from their side, and were really shocked by the backlash, even embarrassed. I also believe they thought his fans are stupid and naive.
I saw your reading on his birthday, and literally laughed because how accurate the vibe was. They were in Paris before his birthday, from a video she posted, and then his birthday post while cooking. He looked and seemed truly miserable, and forced to post it.
Don't get me started when he posted her dog, people were not having it at all.
It is really sad to see the turn of events for him, from the Witcher to the superman drama. I agree there were true feelings from his side at the beginning, but as you said, it was puppy/ teenage love.
The Warhammer project was rushed to be announced, yet necessary to save his image a little bit. I think this is the next step you were talking about previously between them. Although, I feel we will get engagement news soon from them, which will be a BIG mistake from his side. This situation will not get him anywhere, and he knows it. Maybe he feels stuck, but he is literally making it worse by being stubborn and not acknowledging the fact that they have actually fuc*ked up. I 100% agree that it will be up to him to make this right by ending it, only he can take that decision and apply it, she is not going anywhere.
This is just sad, he created a huge rift in his fandom. Now people either worship them, because they are both attractive in a way. they accuse others of being jealous and horny when they call her out for her sneaky actions, especially on social media, she knows she is causing a lot of people to roll their eyes, and she loves it. While the other half hates everything he does, even if he is breathing, they will criticise him. And he truly needs to own up to his mistakes and mend them.
I think your explanations are very well structured and detailed. For his FO post, I agree that he wanted to defend something and regretted it immediately. He was being defensive over false feelings, and they received even a bigger backlash.
I wonder what will happen soon with them, or this project they have together.
Overall, he needs to wake up, he is SO stubborn.
Hi lovely!
Thank you so much for your kind words, means a lot. I am really happy, you enjoyed my readings.
As you listed the chain of events I giggled a bit, not because those are fun things just because back then it was something you can talk about. A few days ago I was chatting with a friend from Tumblr and I said I haven't checked his IG for more than a year. And she said I didn't lose anything. I only know they were at the Avatar premiere and about his Witcher/Superman fiasco. He is, I am sorry to say but boring. And the problem is, his work is boring too. Most private actors can be private because their works are speaking for themselves. They don't have to sell their lives. He is not like this.
"The Warhammer project was rushed to be announced, yet necessary to save his image a little bit." 100% agree
"Although, I feel we will get engagement news soon from them" Could be very well. Worth to ask. Still think sooner or later it will end.
"This is just sad, he created a huge rift in his fandom" It's fascinating to see how fandom works. I think those extreme emotions come from the fans incapable of judging the situation objectively. For some every woman is evil who is dating their idol, therefore the other parts of the fandom wants to "make this up" and balance the hate with extreme and blind support. Both are unhealthy. I swear some fan thinks they can break them up if they complained loud enough and others think they can gain some super fan badge and a personal thank you card from the celeb if they act supportive enough. Meanwhile, they just should use their brain and step back, chill a bit and judge the situation accordingly. I remember the attacks I got when I raised very legitimate concerns about his collab with that protein stuff because it seemed dangerous ( is he promoting them still? I had no idea). Your celeb idol is a human too with flaws and I tend to think money and fame just enlarge those negative traits. Why? Because of the yes men in the industry and the yes fans of the industry.
"I wonder what will happen soon with them, or this project they have together." You raised a few points that made me interested again in his shenanigans, so who knows. Maybe I will check on him soon.
Thank you for this ask and that you take the time to write this and read my predictions. I appreciate it a lot.
Have a nice day!
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Wednesday review (spoilers)
That's it??? They just ended it like that???!!
I must say, this show's editing was choppy at times. VERY choppy. I have no idea what time of the year it's supposed to be, but shows don't seem to care nowadays.
Also it wouldn't have KILLED them to make a longer season! 8 episodes really wasn't enough to delve into that. EVERYTHING was just plot plot plot. If this show was made 15 years ago we'd have at least have shenanigans caused by a different set of outcasts every week, character-central episodes, delving into mythology and secret rooms and actually fleshing out the romantic interests, giving them moments that would actually make me feel bad for big reveals and betrayals, and when something really plotty happens (like a small detail) unexpectedly, THAT'S when you can point your finger and go OOOH!!!!! And it would at least be 16 episodes long.
Fun fact: Tyler was hottest when he was threatening Wednesday at the police station 🤭 oh, and covered in blood, too.
As for the relationships themselves: I really appreciated the friendship arc of Wednesday and Enid. No, I don't ship them.
Enid and Ajax: they are cute. He needed more lines. And when is he going to be used to defeat evil? And why didn't his beanie ever ... ya know. Hiss? Little moments that remind us he's got snakes under it.
Wednesday and tyler: where were our little moments??? When Tyler said 'I thought we liked each other', that was news to me. I like them, but at the same time, they hardly saw each other. I did like looking at him, but he really only had one bewildered expression.
Wednesday and Xavier (or *American accent* ex-avier): when she demanded why he liked her and he said 'what's there to like?' after how she treated him, he was never so right. I was expecting more moments to warrant a side of a love triangle, but there was no triangle. There wasn't even a friendship. There was Wednesday and tyler, and Xavier third wheeling like a kicked puppy. He had some good lines, though his delivery was.... a liiiiitle deadpan. But he'll get better, I hope. With some better writing, too.
And the powers: wouldn't have killed them to explain his powers more! So dad's a psychic, how does that translate to making lifelike art??
Also, he looked hottest when he was in paint-stained clothes in his studio 😍 that's probably just the artist in me. I actually really liked his art.
Plot: I spoiled myself on it, so I can't evaluate how well they foreshadowed. My brother watched it before me and he thought he had it 'all figured out' with guessing Xavier as the monster, but to be honest, they were so obvious with those misleading clues, which in itself gives it away. It probably comes down to how many shows you've watched: Tyler was either going to die, or turn out to be a freak.
Weems getting iced so easily? What was with that? Anticlimactic.
But YASS Enid became a wolf!!!
Also, crackstone just.... died? Like that? You're telling me all those randoms gave their body parts so he could spend 5 minutes terrorising a school, and he didn't even get to kill anyone?
And what the hell did Wednesday do with Ms Thornhill?
They were also very heavy-handed with all of their themes. You could tell when Goody Addams (as an unmarried paternal ancestor she shouldn't even have the surname, but that's neither here nor there) chucked out a few lines like 'we lived in harmony with the native folk', when crackstone and co. said things sounding like they were written by someone who was forced to go to catholic school at 12, when Wednesday spouted lines that made it hard to believe she did not spend time on Twitter, etc.
Just, man, I could write fanfic on the mythology that they couldve woven in with the literal vampires, shapeshifters, gorgons, sirens (SIRENS ARE NOT MERMAIDS, TIM BURTON!!! YOU COULDVE GIVEN THEM SICK WINGS AND CLAWS BUT YOU MADE THEM MERMAIDS WHILE BEING TOO COWARD TO CALL THEM THAT!) or the monster-of-the-week episodes we couldve done. :(
So overall TL;DR:
It was OK. Couldve been fleshed out more. Telling me there's another season isn't an excuse.
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33-You Can’t Pet a Ghost
Yesterday London died. London is our almost 10-year-old dog who contracted anemia. We brought her in for a routine physical, and when the vet discovered she had a cracked tooth, they did a standard blood work test to see if she could be put under anesthesia. Her red blood cells were below normal, so we would not proceed with any dental procedures at this time.
The vet was cautiously optimistic that it may heal itself, but later that next week, London collapsed (passed out). I brought her back to the vet and the new test showed her red blood cells had dropped half again as much from the already-low reading from the previous week.
You see, her bones had stopped producing red blood cells. We did x-rays and all her organs were normal—nothing that would allow us to blame a cancer for this turn in her health. The vet was now not so optimistic. We could try a drug regimen (there were other things offered—blood transfusions, specialists which may or may not determine the cause…), but there were no guarantees.
Then I heard it: “London has decided to go home.”
It wasn’t said with any great fanfare. It just was there. In my knowing.
Well fuck.
When your connection to Source speaks, it just is… there is no question. This was that.
“London has decided to go home.”
Fuck.
Of course, London had every right to do what she wanted to do. It doesn’t matter that she was loved beyond all love. It didn’t matter that she got a baroo (an old cow bone stuffed with dog food and frozen) every night as an after dinner treat while we watched TV. It didn’t matter that spring was here and the rabbits she loved to chase were hopping around. She wanted to go home.
And she is a sovereign soul. She GETS to decide her life.
But that doesn’t mean I am not going to try to change the outcome (says the ego). We tried the drugs. We gave her a special diet of high-iron foods. I performed Reiki on her almost every day.
But it was clear after the next weeks blood test—just three weeks from her physical—that she was done. The red blood cell count had dropped to the bottom of the chart.
So, decisions had to be made.
If you’ve ever had to make those choices, you know.
Of course, when we arrive at the vet in the morning and she is the most alert and barky that she has been all weekend. Of COURSE, every doubt in my mind is racing—is this the right time? Should we wait? If we wait, are we causing her to suffer more? Is the diet finally working… should we test the blood again? …ALL the thoughts.
But you know. “London has decided to go home”.
We sit with her on the floor as the vet administers the sedative, and my “Most Precious Puppy” goes to sleep…hard snoring sleep. Then the vet asks if we’re ready.
My heart screams “NO!!!!!”, but my mind knows it’s time, and I nod…
And my heart shatters. And my husband’s heart shatters, which breaks mine even more.
And we hold our baby as she re-emerges into the place we are all going back to. And I ugly-cry soul-deep sobs that I cannot stop—I don’t want them to stop. It’s the last offering I have to give to my “Most Beautiful Dog”.
…and my husband hears her come back and say, “It’s OK daddy, it was the right thing to do.”
I didn’t get that.
I just don’t know.
Sitting with this most recent loss—trying to feel through the cannonball size hole in my chest—I run the gauntlet of doubt: what are we doing here (on earth, in this life, playing God)? Does anything I do really matter (did the Reiki work, Did the diet even help)? I cannot feel her—I didn’t hear her come back—am I even ABLE to do any of the “psychic” things I say I can?
I know this is all part of the seven stages of grief: Shock and denial, pain and guilt, anger and bargaining, depression, the upward turn, reconstruction and working through, acceptance and hope.
I get home and drop London’s collar and leash on the floor so our other dog, Paris, can smell it and maybe get that London isn’t coming home. She promptly throws up on the carpet—she knows.
And I feel myself distancing from her. I know she needs support and stability as well, but part of me is mad—YOU’RE not London—and then I feel guilty for those feelings, but they are feelings I am having.
FUCK.
I look to the couch, where a mere two hours ago, London lay looking out into the backyard. The hole in my heart is palpable. I can feel the sides of it—round like someone just reached in my chest and ripped out my heart.
There is the obligatory post on social media to alert friends to our loss. And the condolences roll in. …and someone posts the rainbow bridge poem, and I get angry because it’s not like that! That isn’t what happens. It’s a Pollyanna statement that does not match the profound loss I am feeling. I weep again.
But society doesn’t really give us time to mourn our pets, so it’s back to work. People ask, and I throw up the wall as to not dissolve into a blubbering pile of goo in the workplace.
I come home that first night and am not greeted at the door. And I feel a feeling about that.
I get dinner for Paris and put down only one dog dish. And I feel a feeling about that.
I cry a few more times, once in a while an ugly cry, but more often just tears.
And the week ends. And I can talk about it a little more. The hole is there, but the edges aren’t quite so raw.
I can cuddle with Paris and not feel so much resentment, after all, I love her too.
All of it hits me like a ton of bricks on my first day off from work since her transition. And I am a moody mess—exhausted from it all. I take a nap. I keep hoping she will come to me and tell me it’s OK.
I am left sitting with thoughts about this thing we call death, as many are at times of transition. I KNOW London is ok. I KNOW she is still around. But this knowledge not comforting—at least not right now.
I have had enough readings with mediums to know that the soul never ceases to exist. I also know that you can’t pet a ghost.
So I sit with this knowing and this grief trying to make sense of them both. I think it is a holy time—a sacred time. If I had not allowed London into my heart, I wouldn’t have a gaping hole in my chest right now. And there’s the rub: the very act of loving sets us up for hurt.
But not loving really isn’t an option, because it is what we are and what we are built to do. And here’s the kicker—the loss is not really a loss at all. Energy doesn’t cease to exist; it just changes forms—we know this from physics. And we are all energy—from the same source. Ergo death is not a loss but a transformation of energy back to source—back to the ocean, if you will, of which we are all a drop.
But you can’t pet a ghost, and I would rather have my London here in my lap, giving me kisses, than wait to re-emerge into the ocean of energy and connect with that part of myself again.
Until that time, I will honor her with my whole heart—and the hole in my heart.
Go off and do big things, my “Most Beautiful Dog”. I love you.
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#i was going to sleep but I just broke down crying#it’s so hard guys#i wanna stay strong for him and not worry him#but I really can’t I am not strong I never been#it hurts so much#I’ve through that once but Bunny it was so sudden it was less hard#with Puppy it could go on for years which I really hope it does cause I don’t wanna lose him#but it’s so stressful thinking that any day could be his last idk how I’ll survive this#my mental state is worsening everyday I’m really trying hard to be strong but it’s impossible#he’s also the main reason why I’m still alive cause I remind myself that if I was gone he would miss me and look for me and I get better#him and Sowon are my only source of joy since 2019#losing him will be loosing a part of me all over again#he’s only 12 and all dogs his breed I know lived to 18 it’s so unfair for me I always hope it would be the same for him like Bunny#I’m sorry I didn’t wanna go all depress on here but I’m crying and couldn’t stop and no one is awake right now I need to write to calm down#I’m okay most of the time but 2 nights in a row my mom been freaking out and making me think of the worst#and now that I had a night to empty my mind Friday something happened with puppy making me terrified of loosing him#and I was suppose to go to a concert on May 7th another day that I thought I could empty my mind and it’s canceled#no one wants me to have a break thank god bestie is still coming to see me#I’m gonna cry when I see her 😭#that is if she dosen’t end up canceling for a reason cause she live far away anything could happen so she can’t come here 😔#i wouldn’t be surprise at that point I’m hoping not#now that I’ve calm down a little I kinda wanna go hug puppy but I go see him I feel like if I ’ll break down crying again 😭#i should just go to sleep and not bother him I gotta tell myself he’s okay he’s sleeping at my place cause my blanket is his favorite#and tomorrow I’ll wake up and he will be like like everyday excited to see me and i’ll hug him 🥺#alex.txt#do not reblog#tw sick pet#tw sick dog#tw pet death mention
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You, Me and Harry make three. Part One.
Summary: Joey, Izzy and Harry are in a poly relationship. They're head over heels for one another and they can't seem to keep their hands off each another, even when they really need to.
Harry is the Harry Styles, the man who is known for being so open and lovable. He's nervous to let the world see his girls, what would his fans think If he was dating two girls at the same time? And they all shared the one bed and home? He doesn't want to know, he wants them all to himself.
This small story follows the three and their rendezvous together behind the scenes.
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Warnings: Switch!Harry, Mommy kink, slight Daddy kink, FxFxM threesome, fingering, oral sex f+m receiving, Male + Female penetrative sex, Female + Female sex, spanking, choking, hair pulling, sneaking around (?) masturbation and mentions of it, degradation kink, praise kink, dirty talking, anal play, biting, polyamorous relationship.
Warnings apply to both first and second part!
Word count: 3.6k words.
A/N: There will be a part two, keep your eyes out for it. I also envision the women with Blonde and Brown hair, but you can apply any hair colour you want to this scenario, I just wanted to give a description to people who find it hard to imagine people :)
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Adrenaline.
It's rushing through Harry's veins as he finishes his last concert of his first ever world tour. His body covered in sweat from singing Kiwi and total of three times and his suit jacket is for a fact dripping from all the dancing he did, his body isn't exhausted, no, it's hyped up and he could go out and perform again if he could.
It's a bittersweet moment ending the tour he thinks, on one hand he has more time to himself, more time for friends and family but on the other hand he doesn't get to do what he loves every night for at least another year, which is perform for thousands of people.
The crew is cheering and slapping him on the back as he walks off, the band following him as they all congratulate one another on completing the whole tour. There's tears, tight hugs and even a champagne bottle popped by Mitch, for someone who seems emotionless he was the most emotional one amongst them all. He basically cried into his champagne flute.
Harry pulls himself away from the crew celebration after an hour or two, his phone buzzing in his back pocket non stop as he tried to converse and have a fair well party with his whole crew — he knew exactly who was texting him, and they won't be happy he isn't responding like he usually does.
His phone is filled with messages, some from Joey and some from Izzy and a few more in the group chat they all have together. Harry is scrolling through them all as he sits in the back of the car on the way to their hotel room. He lets out a shaky breath when he sees two photos — one of Izzy wearing a bright pink lingerie set, her dark hair all around her while Joey wears a dark cobalt blue set, her platinum blonde hair vibrant against the lace.
Izzy is laying down as Joey looks at the camera between her legs, the picture being from Izzy's perspective while the second photo is similar, but this time Izzy's panties are off and Joey's head is nuzzled into her pussy.
If anyone knew what Harry Styles was hiding behind the scenes they would be shocked, he's hiding two beautiful women who are in plain sight for all his fans to see, the pair helping out the crew and makeup department on tours while only the three of them know what they do behind closed doors. It's somewhat thrilling to have this secret, it's spurs them on more and even makes them act out and fuck one another in public places, such as Harry's dressing room or even his tour bus when all the rest of the band is asleep — they all seem to get off on their little dirty secret.
Harry never wanted to hide his girls, he feels guilty for doing so. But to protect them and himself from the hate and backlash they would get for this, he settled on keeping them himself only. Sure, there's times where they'd want to go to a restaurant, hold hands all together and feed one another dessert like couple do, but they have to settle on a professional looking dinner, each spread around the table with a large gap between them all as they try and keep their hands away from one another, cameras flashing outside and update accounts flashing the images labelling Harry to be at a business dinner.
It does take a toll on them, some nights they all cry together and hold one another when one of them has to leave and see family, they all aren't ready to tell their families so when one leaves it's like something is ripped from them, it's like they're missing a piece of themselves. Harry is the one who's away a lot, giving the media to calm down on the speculations that Harry is dating one of them — it's mainly always Joey because she's blonde and seen as "Harry's type" because of that, both of his girls are his type.
They take small vacations together, the three of them locked away in a villa in Italy or even in Spain, their own private space to lounge by the pool together or even show affection to one another more openly around the foreign country — but then cameras show up snd Harry is immediately hurrying the girls inside as he pays off the paparazzi to not leak the photos.
It's tiring, they're all exhausted from hiding, but it's what they have to do.
Harry chuckles darkly as he looks at the photos, his hand sliding down to palm himself through his suit pants as he types out a message with one hand, a lazy smile on his face as the driver doesn't suspect a thing.
Harry: told you both to wait, you know what happens when you disobey me, my girls.
It's not long after he sent the message that he's parked outside the hotel, the driver opening his door as a security guard walks out and helps Harry into the hotel under all the preying eyes of fans and paparazzis who seem to love blinding him every second with their flashes and asking him ridiculous personal questions that you wouldn't even ask someone who is on trial.
His security guard walks him as far as the elevator, Harry saying he can do the rest by himself — but in reality he didn't want anyone but him to hear the sweet little moans that are probably coming from his suite right now.
"Couldn't even wait two hours for Daddy, huh?" He says deeply walking into the room, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up as the two girls both look at him on the bed, Izzy nearly passing out from pleasure as Joey smiles evilly from where she's sat between Izzy's legs.
Izzy makes grabby hands at Harry which he immediately melts at the sight, she's the more submissive one in the relationship, leaving Harry and Joey to be the more dominant ones, and when Harry is submissive it's usually Joey fucking Izzy before him as he watches.
"Feeling good pup?" He asks Izzy brushing a strand of her hair from her face, her eyes glazed over and mouth slight parted as Joey teases her, sucking and nipping at her clit as Harry rests beside them both.
"Yes Daddy" Izzy says softly, licking the thumb that Harry brushes over her bottom lip, he slowly pushes it into her mouth as she takes it in with a small whine and suckling noises are heard from her pretty mouth.
"That's a good girl. You enjoying yourself down there?" He asks Joey more sternly, she loves when he's stern with her, while Izzy loves it when he dotes on her.
"Mmh yeah, such a pretty tasting pussy" she teases him, keeping her eyes on his as she licks a big stripe up Izzy's centre, Harry's cock twitching in his pants at the sight as Izzy keeps sucking on his thumb.
"Hope you've had your fun puppies, because you both know how Daddy hates it when you disobey him" he says with a small laugh, the two girls looking at him as he removes himself from the bed, standing tall as he strips down to his boxers.
"C'mere my girls, wanna feel both of you suck my cock" he says palming himself as he watches Izzy cum on Joey's tongue before they both jump off the bed and into their knees.
"I'm only obeying because tonight is your night, prepare for you to lose all control tomorrow, Daddy" Joey says, Harry already knowing she means what she says as he smiles at her.
"I'll look forward to it Jo, darling" is all he says as he runs both of his hands through each of their hairs, one hand on Joey's head with her hair wrapped around his arm, as the other has Izzy's hair wrapped around it, guiding them both to his clothed cock.
"Take me out, go on, know you both missed Daddy's cock" he moans out when they both palm him through his underwear, their hands immediately pulling down his boxers as he kicks them off, standing tall as both girls look up at him innocently through their eyelashes.
They both flatten their tongues and run them up either side of his cock, Harry immediately tightening his grip on their hairs and throwing is head back a little as he grunts under his breathe at the feeling. They both suck the head of his cock, their tongues in each other's mouths a little as they dance along the slit collecting his pre cum as he nearly buckles under the feeling and view he has of his girls.
"That's it, suck Daddy's cock" he breaths out through moans, his eyes fighting to stay open so he can watch every move his girls make.
The room is filled with heavy grunts and moans, small whines and sucking sounds from them all, Harry throwing his head back as he curses loudly into the air, Joey and Izzy working on his cock fast and messily just how he likes it. He's nearly scent into a frenzy when Izzy focus's on his head and pumps the rest in her hand while Joey sucks his balls into her mouth, dribbling and moaning around them which vibrates through Harry's body sending shivers all over and erupting goosebumps on his skin.
"Need to fuck you both now, onto the bed" he says sternly, taking their heads away as they both whine and try to get back onto him. Gentle slaps to their cheeks cause both girls to scurry over onto the bed, kneeling down and watching as Harry rests onto the bed, back against the head board as he begins to stroke himself.
"Izzy, do you wanna ride Daddy first? Yeah?" He asks and he chuckles lighty when Izzy nods in excitement, crawling onto his lap as he welcomes her into his embrace.
"Joey, sit on my face, gonna eat that pretty cunt of yours while I fuck our darling little Izzy" Joey smiles darkly at this, both of them looking at Izzy who's smiling cheekily against Harry's chest, her petite frame lost in his broad one.
Harry lays completely on his back, Joey coming to sit down on his face, as Izzy teases herself with the head of his cock. Joey faces Izzy, their mouths immediately catching in a sloppy kiss as Harry helps Izzy slide himself into her. She doesn't move, she grinds down a little as Joey's tongue explores her mouth, her tattoo hand holding the petite girls face as Harry holds onto Joey's plush thighs, his face nearly being smothered but he loves it — he wants to be smothered by her thighs always.
"Look at you Izzy baby, taking me all, such a good girl for me" Harry says lowly, looking at Izzy from between Joey's legs as Izzy begins to move, Harry immediately grabbing Joey's thighs and sitting her flush onto his face, his nose resting on her tightest hole as his tongue flicks and sucks at her pussy.
"Ride Daddy's cock Iz, fuck yourself until you cum like a good girl" Joey whispers to Izzy, her hand holding the girl by the jaw as she speaks to her, their lips inches apart as Izzy falls apart on Harry, the feeling sending her into oblivion as she bounces harder and faster, erupting guttural moans from Harry.
"Is he making you feel good Jo?" Izzy asks, her voice a slight tremble as she moans loudly watching as Joey grinds herself down onto Harry's tongue with force.
"Yeah, but you're making him feel so much better baby, hear him? Hear him moan into my pussy because of the work you're doing?" Joey asks as Izzy smiles lazily at her, her words making her go faster and faster on Harry's cock which ends in him meeting her bounces with thrusts of his own.
"That's it, fuck her Daddy, fuck her so good" Joey moans out loudly, grabbing Izzy before she crashes down onto Harry, holding the girl in her arms as Harry fucks up into her with all his strength.
"Fuck, yes right there Daddy" Joey moans out, Harry fucking his tongue into her while he fucks Izzy hard, the two girls holding onto one another as Harry pleases them both.
It's not long before they both cum with screams of his name and a mixture of Daddy between them all, Joey being the loudest as Izzy is barely able to speak or keep her eyes open over how fucked she is.
"Feeling okay puppy?" Harry asks when Izzy is laid out on his chest, his cock slipped out of her as she comes down from her high, Joey beside him as they both cradle Izzy and help her calm down.
"M'okay, just tired Daddy" she slurs out, the two helping her lay down onto the bed, Joey laying beside her as Harry positions himself on top of a smiling Joey.
Izzy turns her head to watch the two, Harry immediately bending down to kiss her softly as Joey kisses Harry's jawline and runs her hands over his bare chest lightly, her fingers playing with his dangling necklaces as her legs wrap around his waist, ankles locking behind him.
"My two pretty girls, all fucked out" Harry whispers as Joey pushes her hips up to him, signalling she's ready as he pecks Izzy's face before pulling away and focusing back down on Joey.
"Eager little thing aren't you? Such a slut for Daddy" he says to her, their lips inches apart as Izzy gasps at his language, Joey smirking and enjoying every last word that drips from his mouth towards her.
"You're also a slut for me Daddy, don't lie" she fires back, Harry shaking his head as he lines himself up with her pussy.
"Right now, you're my little slut, take it all for me, yeah?" He says kissing her chest as he pushes himself in, her moans immediately filling the room as Izzy runs her fingers over the lace bralette on Joey's skin, her head right next hers as they both look up at Harry.
"Come on Daddy, fuck me like a whore" Joey whines out as Harry begins to pound into her harshly, his balls hitting her ass as she sets a fast pace that has Joey's eyes rolling into the back of her head.
"You're going to hard Daddy, gonna hurt Jo" Izzy says nearly crying, Harry immediately bringing a hand to her face and cradling it as the other cradles the back of Joey's pulling her hair lightly.
"She likes it hard baby, she likes Daddy to wreck her pussy and call her his little slut" he says softly and calmly to Izzy who pouts before pecking his lips.
"Harder Daddy, please" Joey moans out, Harry immediately thrusting faster and faster as he holds both of his girls in his arms, Joey's legs wrapped around him as Izzy pecks his bicep every now and then with small giggles.
"Yeah? Want it harder, does my little slut want it harder? Does she want me to fucking wreck her and make her unable to walk for days?" He asks sinisterly as Joey babbles and moans under him, her words slurred and her eyes leaking tears at the intense pleasure she's feeling.
"Wreck my pussy Daddy, fucking ruin me, yes!" She screams out when Harry hits her spot over and over again, Izzy's small fingers now rubbing circles over her clit as the two of them coax her towards an orgasm, which hits her hard and fast.
"C'mere, wanna kiss you both before I cum" he moans out, his hips slowly down as his two girls push their heads together so Harry can bend down and take both of their mouths at the same time, their tongues everywhere as they all moan and grab onto one another.
"Come on Daddy, cum for us" they both moan out, looking up as Harry kneels on the bed over the two of them, their hands on their boobs pushing them up as he strokes himself fast, his eyes rolling back and his body covered in sweat.
"Gonna look so pretty painted in my cum, my two pretty babies all fucked out beneath me" he moans out, their tongues out flat as he finally cums, spirts and ropes of his cum coat their chests and some splashes up onto their tongues as they swallow it greedily, their fingers rubbing through his cum painting them more as Harry watches in awe, completely spent.
"I love you both, so much" he says smiling at them, their faces glowing and their own smiles on their faces as they look at him like he's the best thing in their worlds — which he is.
"We love you too H, right Iz?" Joey asks Izzy who's trying to fight off sleep, her small nod and smile is enough for Harry as he coos over how cute she looks, her cheeks blushing at his complements as Joey kisses her face all over making her giggle out, Harry kissing Joey's as they all attack one another with kisses gently with laughs in between.
"Think it's time for a bath, huh?" Joey laughs out as Harry agrees, Izzy laughing also as they both lay next to one another covered in Harry's release.
"Don't move, I'll be back" Harry says, the pair of girls whistling and cheering him on as he runs to the bathroom butt ass naked, his laugh loud as he wets two wash cloths with warm water.
"Are you two ever gonna not laugh at my ass?" He asks kneeling over them again, one hand clutching a cloth and washing Izzy while the other washes Joey and gets rid of his cum from their skin.
"It's funny! It's so soft and squishy looking when it jiggles!" Izzy laughs out, Joey beside her nearly snorting as she laughs along, Harry laughing and shaking his head as he throws the cloths into a laundry bin.
"You have a cute butt Mr Styles" Joey says kissing his nose as he flops his body down onto them, one of their legs resting on his waist as he rests his head between their breasts, both of their fingers running through his hair.
"We can't stay like this" Joey is the first to speak up in a few minutes, sleep nearly taking over them all before she realises they need to clean up and get ready for bed — Izzy needs to do her skincare routine while Harry needs to drink his nightly cup of tea.
"Yeah, yeah. I know. Come on, bath time" Harry groans, grabbing his boxers and sliding them back on to avoid anymore comments on his bare ass, the two girls avoid eye contact with him as they bite back their laughs looking at one another.
"I can hear you both laughing!"
"We aren't laughing!"
"Yes you are!"
"Nope!"
The three of them have been dating for almost a year now, everyday bringing something new but their love for one another grows by the second. Harry cherishes small moments with them, heck, he cherishes all moments with them. When they step outside together Harry addresses them as part of his crew to not raise any suspicion. But all he wants to do is scream at the top of his lungs that these two beautiful women are his girlfriends.
Just as Harry is filling the bath, adding Izzy's favourite bath bomb and setting out Joey's favourite body wash for her, a shout and a hard knocking is heard from behind the front door to the suite, causing the two girls laughs and conversation to stop.
They look at him as he holds up a finger to his lips, shushing them both as they nod watching as he heads for the door. He opens it slowly, only revealing his head. Jeff stands outside, his hand running through his hair as he jumps when Harry opens the door.
"There's fans outside, they won't leave until you come out. Please just walk out and show your face or something" Jeff says nearly passing out with anxiety, his hands shaking from how nervous he was being bombarded with the fans who are lined up outside the hotel at nearly midnight.
"Okay, I'll be down in a few" Harry sighs, knowing guilt will eat him alive if he doesn't see his fans, but he'll also feel guilty letting the girls bathe alone and be without him for awhile again.
"We heard, go down to them. We'll have a bath and you" Joey says walking over to Harry, Izzy beside her as they hold hands, Izzy shorter than the two as she looks at them softly. "Can bring us all up some wine when you're coming back up, sound good?" Joey finishes as Harry smiles looking at them both.
"Yes Ma'am's"
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