Summary: Jungkook has only ever thought of his breeding clients as just that - clients, and he’s always quite indifferent to them since he only ever knows them for a short period of time. But then you come along, and he starts experiencing feelings that aren’t being manipulated by your heat. Real feelings, that he has never harbored before with anyone else.
Notes: finally part 3 is here!! this one was really tricky. i edited it so much in terms of adding parts, then turning around and taking them back out and just completely removing an entire scene and replacing it with something that flowed better. ugh. i have mixed feelings on this, but it is what it is lmfao i mean all it is is smut so i guess it really doesnt matter. enjoys babes <3
It was odd, Namjoon thought, at how comfortable you and Jungkook seemed to be around each other, having only known each other for a little over a day. He couldn’t even begin wrap his head around the way ‘natural instincts’ and 'pheromones’ worked between you two, but then again, he was merely just a human. Last night was weird and he couldn’t exactly say he liked it, as he slept alone again for the first time in a very long while, having to keep himself warm without you there being his little heater.
The first night here was hard, but there was something about last night that was almost unbearable.
He got little sleep because he couldn’t stop thinking about you, and how you were dealing with sleeping without him these past two nights since you had never done so before, but then he realized you were probably perfectly fine - curled up beside Jungkook, sleeping peacefully with the other’s arms tightly around you. His arms were probably so tight because he was probably afraid someone would try to take you away from him in the middle of the night while you two slept.
Well, that was if you even got any sleep, did your fevers subside long enough for you to get some shut-eye? Or were you two at it all night?
Namjoon shook his head in mild disgust, trying to clear his mind of the unwanted images that started popping up and he looked out of the window, down at the pool where you and Jungkook were playing in the water together. He watched on, a strange sort of jealousy planted in his chest. Could he really not even get one moment alone with you? He just didn’t quite know how to cope with that - didn’t understand how Jungkook could be that possessive.
But again, he was just a human. How could he possibly understand?
Someone’s YA Dystopian Future novel is going to feature one character being a natural leader and then revealing:
“I was at the Fyre Festival in 2017.”
The whole camp went quiet, with the exception of Daran, who swore softly. Chelsea looked like she was about to cry; Pete laughed softly with disbelief. “You were at the Fyre Festival?”
Craig nodded slowly, his gaze not leaving the flames in front of him. “One of the first ones in. One of the last ones out.”
Susan furrowed her brow, trying to piece the words together. Would it be inappropriate to ask him? Was it a religious thing? A massacre?
“What’s a Fire Festival?” The question slipped from her lips before she could help it, and suddenly all eyes were on her–all except Craig’s. The fire still flickered inside them.
“There was just one. The Fyre Festival, with a ‘y’. They thought it was clever.” He sighed, stroked his beard, and shifted a little before continuing. “It was supposed to be a simple weekend in the Bahamas. Me and a bunch of other rich kids packed our clothes, gathered our things, and took a plane down south. Everything was going smoothly…but when we hit the first landing strip, that’s when we started to realize that something had gone awry. Instead of seeing a private beach in front of us, we saw a crowded tourist trap. We were promised private jets, fancy boats, the full VIP experience…” His eyes flicked up to her, and though his mouth curved up in a smile, the eyes did not share in it. “But none of that was anywhere to be seen. We thought it would be fine, all we had to do was get our things, make sure they were together, and they’d lead us to the hotel, but…it was already growing dark, and that’s when the luggage arrived. Unloaded from one of those giant storage containers, the big ones, like you see on the docks. Just tossed out to the crowd, one after another. No conveyer belts, no lockers, no express deliveries to the rooms…and it was when I finally got my bag, with a dented crease along the side, like it had been resting under someone’s golf clubs, that I realized: everything had gone wrong.
“Anyway, I’m standing there with this bag, and it occurs to me how hungry I am, so I start looking for the restaurant. I was young, and foolish…fortunately, Gabe was young and foolish, too, so we both headed off to find the restaurant, thinking it would be there.”
His smile widened, showing those teeth again. “There was no restaurant. They fed us sandwiches–small, flat, flimsy sandwiches, with that bread you see on a gas station shelf, and some meat they said was ham. A single wilted piece of lettuce and a piece of rubbery cheese were the condiments, if you could call them that…Gabe said he saw someone with a ketchup packet. I didn’t believe him. Served in a white styrofoam box.
“Anyway, this would be regal fare to us today, but back then, to us, it might as well have been cow dung. I saw three people vomiting their food right back out; the girl next to me saw the same thing, and she became number four. I don’t know how many of us managed to actually choke our way through the meal, or how many of us actually made it back to go onto the plane, but I do know this: there were two thousand of us left in that village when the last boat left the island. Two thousand of us left to fend for ourselves.
“When the sun rose the next day, we were one thousand nine hundred and ninety four. Four of us were missing; two were dead. It was then that I realized that this was going to be a live-or-die situation. I chose to live.”
I would continue with this but it is late and I needed sleep an hour ago.
It has pretty much everything but there is a point where there will be smut so if you don’t fancy something like that you can just skip the part.
Description:Your cousin gave you a gift. It’s a pen, a pen that whatever you write upon your skin with it will also appear on your soulmate’s. Silly stuff, how can what you write with a stupid pen appear on your soulmate’s skin?
On a scale from “I thought you were just throwing things at
me” to “I’ll see your pudding pack and raise you a snickerdoodle,” Cavendish
and Dakota have moved from “One of us has to speak to the customers, but it
shouldn’t be you” to “Release the hounds of war!” and I think that’s great.
“Isn’t chocolate bad for canines?” Stiles asked, his elbows on the table, chin in his hands.
Across from him, Derek looked up from his book, spoon full of fancy dark chocolate ice cream halfway to his face. “What?”
“Chocolate,” Stiles repeated, motioning with a flick of his eyes to Derek’s pint. “You’re a werewolf. Shouldn’t you be, like, allergic? Or something.”
Derek gave him a look that very clearly said he was having an internal struggle about whether or not the ridiculous words coming out of Stiles’ mouth merited a coherent response. “I’m not… you know I’m not an actual dog, right?” he said after a few moments. “I’m- I’m a supernatural being.”
Stiles considered this for a moment, before digging his spoon into the melting goop his own ice cream was becoming in the swelter of summer heat that had prompted them to break out the ice cream in the first place. Maybe he would bring up air conditioning again. “But you turn into a whole actual wolf.”
“I- … but that’s not… the same thing,” Derek said slowly. “I’m not becoming a wolf, I’m still just a werewolf, in a wolf… shape.”
Stiles sighed. “I get why Scott isn’t allergic to chocolate,” he explained. “But you were born a werewolf, not a human. So like, aren’t you part wolf?”
“No,” Derek said, and Stiles could hear his patience running thin but this had been bothering him for a while. “I’m not part human, part wolf. I’m entirely werewolf.”
“And werewolves are not canines, despite that they turn into actual wolves,” Stiles said. “Sorry, wolf shapes.” He knew how petty that last word sounded but he didn’t take it back.
“Yes,” Derek agreed. “We are a completely different species.”
Stiles sighed, and looked back down to the book he had selected, one of many from the pile they were supposed to be going through. He could feel Derek watching him, but he ignored it, rattling one foot around as his eyes skimmed words his brain didn’t read, until another thought occurred to him.
“What kind of lizard do you think a kanima is?”
The sound of Derek’s head hitting the table was highly satisfying.
Another one of those short story (at least shorter than I usually write) cause I don’t have much time before work, but still wanted to write something. Hope you’ll like it, especially you @demigodslytherin (I’ll wrote one with this prompt for Draco or Sirius another time ^^) :
You weren’t fond of parties, and neither was Jason…So it’s a wonder really, how you two ended up here, at one of the biggest costume party of the year.
Drunk out of your mind.
You don’t even agree as to how things actually happened.
You believe that you got dragged to this party by Dick and Barbara, and he thinks you actually came here on your own will after Bruce said he had invitations to it, but had absolutely no intentions on going because it was full of “the youth of Gotham” and he was getting tired of those “20 years old girls and boys that accosted him to hit on him and flirt shamelessly with him, while he was obviously not interested”…besides, he couldn’t go through the hassle of finding a date for that in time, and had important cases to work on. So you took the invites and went in his place…
You were both right. Bruce gave you, Dick and Babs the invitations, but you and Jason didn’t wanna go, wanting a calm date night instead…But of course, his brother and your best friend wouldn’t hear it and indeed dragged you there with them. You grumbled all the way through, and grumbled some more when you arrived at the place and discovered that it was PACKED with people. Oh and the kind of people you disliked : the rich fuckers of Gotham City that thought they were better than anyone else. Not the rich people like Bruce, who genuinely cared about their city and such…No, their sons and daughters, who were born in wealth and thought that it made them the best. Urrh. You hated those guys so much. Coming from a poor neighborhood, they always were so rude to you ! And the number of time you heard that you were dating Bruce Wayne’s son only for his money…
If any of those assholes told you that tonight, you were gonna loose it. Especially since you really didn’t wanna be here.
The only good thing about that all ordeal, was the fact that it was a costume party, and you loved getting in a costume. Though that particular night you didn’t have much time to actually prepare anything (again, dragged by Dick and Babs), and ended up in a generic princess disguise you had in your closet, while Jason put on a pirate costume.
Paparazzis took at least a thousand pictures of you, Jason, Dick and Barbara…”Bruce Wayne’s children out with their girlfriends to the biggest costume ball in Gotham” would be the headline of every newspapers the next day.
You didn’t get it. It was so uninteresting to know that you guys went there, like, who cared ? Apparently, lots of Gotham folks…They loved the pictures especially, so you made sure to give them a show by making stupid and weird faces on each of them.
Bruce thought it was the most hilarious thing ever, how you hated being a public figure so much…but he also thought it was very cute that you would endure it because you loved his son. He liked you. You and your sass. Also, you were of a calm nature, so he thought it was perfect for Jason, you were able to tame him down most of the time.
But tonight ? Oh tonight, things went downhill pretty fast, and the first thought you had was : “Oh man, B’s gonna be so disappointed in me !”. Of course, he wasn’t, but you sure weren’t the one that would “tame Jason down” that night. Oh no. You usually never drunk, but because you were so mad about being dragged to this party, you accepted the vodka Dick handed to you and…Oh you were gone so fast.
It took you and your boyfriend less than an hour to get angry drunk.
“Angry drunk” was how Dick would call you whenever you got drunk, because it happened rarely, and it happened only when something was displeasing you.
You had made it clear all the way from the Manor to here, you did not want to come, but alright, to make your friends happy…
It’s a well-known fact that I’m a devotee of natural and organic skincare, but there is one thing that I’m willing to cross the line for, and that is French skincare. I’m a lover of all things French, but their skincare in particular really has that certain je ne sais quoi
The holy grail of skincare products, Bioderma Sensibio h2o is my go-to product when it comes to removing makeup and I’ve been using it almost daily for the past three years. Gentle and effective this micellarmiracle water is like a magnet for removing dirts and oils from the skin.
Check, Please! (In the restaurant sense. Not the hockey sense)
Jack Zimmermann just wants to impress his boyfriend. Too bad he tried way too hard and Bitty doesn’t really know how to handle it. It’s a good thing milkshakes fix everything.
The restaurant is gorgeous. It’s absolutely breathtaking. It’s everything that Eric expected from a fancy restaurant, but Christ Almighty it’s the most expensive establishment Eric’s ever set foot in.
“Sweetpea, you didn’t tell me it was going to be this fancy! I would have worn something nicer!” Eric whispers to Jack as their waiter escorts them to their table. Their table that Jack reserved for them weeks in advance! Jack had literally been planning this date for months and Eric was so awed by his dedication that he didn’t bother to look up the restaurant beforehand. It’s obvious now that he should have.
“You look great, Bits, trust me. I think you’re dressed appropriately. They haven’t kicked us out yet, eh?.” Jack says and the corners of his lips turn up into just about the sweetest smile Eric’s ever seen. Eric would swoon if he didn’t know that Jack was only saying that because he was trying to be a good boyfriend. Eric compares his outfit, the same suit he’s worn to every formal event since he was eighteen, to Jack’s outfit, a sleek brand-new tailored suit that probably cost 10 times as much as Eric’s. There’s really no comparison, Eric is under-dressed.
Being a business woman was both amazing and frustrating. Tonight was a mixture of both. Bruce Wayne was hosting a party and I had to go. So here I was, alone in a fancy house full of fancy people. I tried not to look awkward while standing all alone. So I just glanced around curiously as if I was searching for someone.
I was wearing my hair in a low bun with a few accessories in my hair. I had a red evening dress, not too big but it wasn’t too plain either. For once I picked white heels that weren’t killing my legs. They even went well with my white necklace and my earrings.
Live music started playing and I saw how people started dancing. Everyone seemed so happy and relaxed here. Instead of staring at others who had fun I just walked to the bar area and I took a seat. It sucked being lonely. ‘’Can I have a martini?’’ I asked tiredly but I fixed my attitude quickly by flashing the bartender a red smile. He nodded and grabbed a glass.
I could hear someone coming closer and there was a tap on my shoulder, making me turn around. First I saw a white button-up under a fancy black jacket until I moved my gaze up. That face! It was Bruce Wayne. Our eyes met and he smirked a little bit. ‘’Do you mind?’’ He asked me and nodded to the chair next to me. ‘’Not at all’’ I reassured him and watched as he took a seat next to me.
I got my martini and I sipped it while he ordered something for himself. Funny how he asked me if I would mind since this is his party. I guess he was a gentleman. ‘’I’m Bruce Wayne’’ He told me after a short silence. You see even tho I was dealing with people every day, making the first move always wrecked my nerves a bit. ‘’Surprise surprise’’ I giggled and then turned a little towards him instead of facing away. ‘’I’m Y/N Y/L/N’’ I let him know and then reached out my hand. Bruce grabbed it and shook it gently before letting go.
‘’You’ve outdone yourself Mr. Wayne. This party is beautiful’’ I complimented him sweetly. He just shrugged and grabbed his glass. ‘’Thank you. You can call me Bruce’’ He allowed me. I nodded simply. ‘’Okay Bruce. Do you ever sleep?’’ I asked him curiously. He seemed to be so busy with Wayne enterprises and off of his charity work things. The papers also wrote about his trips and mysterious periods of time while he went ‘missing’. They were always explained by unscheduled business trips.
‘’Good question, I do but probably way too little’’ He answered my silly question. ‘’Do you? It’s like you’ve been really busy lately. I’ve seen a lot of articles about you’’ Bruce admitted smoothly. So he knew who I was and he didn’t just invite me because I was a random business woman? ‘’I guess we share a problem’’ I told him. Bruce chuckled at my response.
‘’So any luck finding Batman?’’ he asked me about my recent work. It surprised me that he was interested. ‘’Nope. It’s like he vanishes during day and at night he’s always on the other side of the city than me’’ I sighed while explaining how bad I was failing. Bruce just smirked mysteriously, but I didn’t pay attention to it. ‘’Maybe you should make your own Batsign?’’ He suggested playfully. It caused me to laugh again.
‘’Yeah. I could try that’’ I thought out loud and then I smiled. I heard how the song changed in the background to a classic piano one. I glanced at Bruce who looked at me warmly. ‘’Do you want to dance?’’ He asked me. My heart skipped a beat because I was so surprised. Then he offered me his hand. ‘’Lead the way Bruce’’ I told him and placed my hand on his. So we got up and he took me to the dance floor.
We got positioned so his hand was on my waist and my hand was on his shoulder. I let him catch the rhythm before he smoothly started to lead us. People around us stared and some started whispering. I didn’t really care. I just focused on my feet and Bruce. He was a really good dancer!
‘’Do you know why I invited you here?’’ Bruce asked me while we were dancing. I looked into his eyes and I tried to think. Honestly I had no idea. ‘’Nope’’ I replied shortly, expecting him to tell me more. ‘’I wanted to finally meet you and I thought this was the easiest way to do that’’ He admitted and it made my cheeks flush. I hoped that he didn’t notice. ‘’Why? So we could talk about Batman?’’ I asked him jokingly. At first he looked a little strange but it didn’t take long until he calmed down again.
‘’That too. I also wanted to ask you if you were interested to join a meeting at Wayne enterprises on Wednesday’’ Bruce let me know. Then he spun me around which fit the dance. ‘’What is this meeting about?’’ I wanted to know more. His hand placed back on my waist. ‘’Business’’ He answered shortly. I rolled my eyes playfully.
‘’Fine Bruce’’ I gave in only because I was so curious. ‘’Only if you help me find Batman’’I added a condition. Surprise flashed across his face. ‘’You’re a woman who takes her job seriously’’ He noticed. ‘’I like that. Deal. I can build a batsign for you’’ He offered kindly. What a true gentleman. ‘’Thank you. I hope you give me a time so I know when to come on Wednesday’’ I told him calmly.