#( anyway! She likes to fly and she likes turbulence and will hold your hand if you're scared and buy you a drink )
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frankie & who????
#â â face. « iâll be honest / weâre all liars.#( OOOOOOOH U WANNA TAKE HER FLYING SO BAD )#( you could tell her your shit is going down and she starts singing like riff raff in that one vine )#( frankie the second there's a lil bumpy patch on ANY plane: WOW. that was a big one! )#( she should have been a flight attendant )#( part of her is that she has an IMMENSE ability to compartmentalize any sort of negative feeling )#( or ig i should say perceived negative feeling because it could be a useful feeling sometimes like )#( is there a fight flight freeze fourth option? )#( dissociate??? Lmao idk )#( frankie is a good man in a storm and i will preach that until the day i die or she's dies which comes first ig lol )#( anyway! She likes to fly and she likes turbulence and will hold your hand if you're scared and buy you a drink )#( her doing x*nax and at*van definitely doesn't help her be reactionary but- ya know lol )#( sorry this is all I've got tonight folks my brain is poorly but it'll get better!#( sending y'all love and vibes and shit đ )
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On the way back from a trip, I watched Wall-E for the first time on the plane. I liveblogged it because i thought it would be great.
It was.
SPOILERS AHEAD FOR WALL-E :D
also I am Not sorry for the typos
also I was using it/its for Wall-E and Eve and then I started using ae/aer for Wall-E and she/her for Eve just fyi
ANYWAYS ENJOY THIS THING
-- -- * -- --
2:20 what happened to my precious wind turbines???? :(
also tf is the song at the beginning
3:00 WALL E??? OMG THEYRE A RADIO BOI
wait this is literally the plot of my original story
LUNCH BOX
cricket :)
4:19 he's made a city out of trash :(
there is a baby crying on my flight :(
WERE ZOOMING
buy large gas???
04:57 wait so Wall-E is a brand of robot that cleans things? what's Eve gonna be im excited
OH MY GOD THE LITTLE CRICKET AND WALL E ARE BESTIES
turbulence on air :D
Wheeeeeeeeeee
05:10 there's a dead wall e :(
05:20 OH MY GOD THERES ABOUT TEN ZILLION DEAD WALL-E'S AA
NOOO
MY BOI :(
05:51 "too much garbage in your face? there's plenty of space out in space!" fuck you don't pollute space that's our space. Maybe not your space actually but it's MY space and don't put your stupid garbage in MY SPACE
07:15 aww fairy lights :D
TAPE :D ITS A RECORD TAPE :D
There's a spork in the lunchbox
why is there a rubix cube in the lunchbox
omg it's confused about whether the spork is a spoon or a fork :(
and it just put it on its own spot
like non-binary people :)
:( it wants someone to hold its hand :( it wants company :(
THE STARS
nope it was smog and the dust on the screen. rip
wtf is blowing up????
the cricket!!!!
09:57 it hibernates :(
and it swings itself to sleep :(
Wall-E needs some sun. go look at the sun, starshine :)
THE WALKING INTO THINGS IS REAL ASF WHY AM I RELATING TO A ROBOT
that's a nasty looking sun
POWER GAINED LETS GOOOO
NOOOOAOWJQJHW CRICEJT MY BELOVED NOOOOO
CRICKWT COME BACK
cricket is alive :DD
omg the bra đ
it's a collecter :D
ping pong :)
ENGAGEMENT RING?? DAMN
IT JUST THREW AWAY THE RING AND KEPT THE CUSHION BOX đ
FIRE EXTINGUISHER LMAOOO
PLANT :D :D :D
PLANT IN BOOT :D
CRICJET
wtf is the red light
I don't like that
what is it
what are ALL THE RED KIFHTS
IM SCARED
WALL E NOOOOOO
mans just dug dug dug dig diggity
wtf is that
id be scared too if I were wall e
is that the big ship that was there in the beginning
omg such a great disguise đ
EVE :D
eve seems very tech advanced
OKG HEAVENLY
WALLES JUST LIKE "ITS ANOTHER CREATUEE :D"
bro all that pollution came down to deposit one robot
walle does not look comfy
FLY MY DARLING
windshield wipers??? in the eyes??? đ
girlypop is a weapon
what do eves beeps mean???
NO CRICKET NOOOOO
CRICKET YOUVE BEFIRNSSD EVE
NO EVE DONT KKLL WALLE
eve wtf was that
are Wall-E and eve actually human size?? and it's just. idk
rip Wall-E they're going through it
what is eve even doing
also she's got anger management issues
me trying to get close to my moots
eve speaks :)
classified -_-
SHAEKNF NAMES :D :D :D :D
she laughs :D
eve NOOO
cricket??? where's cricket???
walle took you to its secret hideout you better be appreciative
cricker got a granola bar
oh she's ashamed that she broke it :(
BUBBLE WRAP :DDD
rubix cube
TAPE PLS WKRN :DDDD
YAY
EVE CHILL
YES DARLINF
wait no
chill girlypop
its got new eyes :)
walles like. raising their eyebrows
I'm gonna try to use neopronous for walle now because why not
ae/aer
LIGHTER
EVE NO
FIREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
ae just wants to hold her hand
SHES ASCENDING
nOOOO she stole aer plant NOOOOOO
GIVE AER AER PLANT
GIVE AER AER PLANT
NO AER'S CRYING NOOOO
PEORECTION
electrocution
CHRIST.AS KJGHRS
OMG RHIS IS SO SWEET
WALL-E + EVE đ IM GONNA SOB NOOOO
AE JUST WANTS TO HILD HER HAND NOOOOO
EXCEPT SHE DOESNT HAVE HANDS ANYMORE
IM SADDDSD
wait there's a hand
it's just not mutual :(
THE MOONNN
NOOOOO
AE'S PLAYING PONG AGAINST AESELF :((((
8000 VS 0
it's cloudy with a chance of meatballs rn
lighter
NO EVE
DONT RAKE MT DAUGHTER AAAY YOU STIPID SPACESHIP
EVE MO
WALLE
FLY WALLE FLY
PROTECT CRICKET AND FLY
no there are multiple eves
RAKE OFFDFFF
WALLE HANG ON LITTLE ONE
the subtitles are just [Wall-E screaming] đ
NOOO CRICKET IS ALONE NOW
CRICKET NOOOOO
wait why the fuck did they just destroy so many satellites wtf
oh earth looks NASTY
THAT IS ONE NASTY LOOKIN PLANET
WALLE NO
omg phew
AE FOUND EVE :D
MOON
MURICA đȘ
SUN :D
just got all the solar power ever ae did
MILKY WAY :D
OMG CLOUD
it's the huge ass tech plane
axiom
bro how long did that take to fucking build
that thing is bigger than earth tf
gravity :)
EVE NO
Wall-E what are you doing
38:31 they're getting pissed off by Wall-E'S existence :(
39:20 that cleaning bot is PISSED
aww they just realized they can go off the lines :)
mate GET ON TOP OF HER (not in that way) pls just OMG ride the same cart. pls. do not get separated from her pls
those guys are right next to each other wtf
John
A is for Axiom your home I STG IF THIS IS WHAT EDUCATION IS FOR
A is for Apple, your iPads
B is for Best Buy, where you get your iPads
C is for idk. cock
lunch in a cup. I wanna die.
also the uniforms suck ass. those are worse than my elementary school ones.
Men? what's so good about men? why are they advertising men in a makeup place? where are they gonna appease men? on their chairs where they don't look at each other???
"try blue!" yeah you shouldve done that ages ago
actually that's a terrible shade of blue. even red is better than that shade of blue and that red makes me eyes hurt
it's actually a good shade of blue. just not for the jumpsuit things.
"every holo-date I've been on has been a virtual disaster" OMG that's actually such a great pun. writers of this I love this
Hi Mary :)
I do love how friendly the humans are. they're just chillin
also I adore how friendly Wall-E is. if someone got me a Wall-E plushie for my birthday I would marry them
maybe. hypothetically. probably not actually.
a113?
omg all the captains are dead
WAIT WALLE GET BACK TO EVE
OMG extraterrestrial vegetation?? YOU MEAN EARTH??? MOTHERFUKER???
bro he can't read đ
I'm sad
OMG CAPTAINS GETTING AN EDUCATION LRTS GOOO
don't clean Wall-E ae's precious
WHAT DID THEY DO TO MY WALL-E'S FACE đ
eve looks so fucking bored
oh that shit fucking exploded
oh no
CHASE SCENE
WHY IS RHWRE AN UMBRELLA BOT đ
eve is PISSED
she's so exasperated đ
WHY DID THE CLEANING BOT STEAL HER SHOE
WTF????
WALLENOOOOOOOOO
THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER COMJBG IN CLUTCH YESSSSS
AAWWWWW YHEYRE HUGGING ASHAJAGDKWHNSSBNXS
was that a kiss
omg that was totally a kiss
omg that was adorable
how is there that much fire extinguisher in one can
AE'S got a surprising amount of control with flying
OMG MARY I LOVE TOU
MARY MARY I LOVE YOU
JOHN HI JOHNJI JOHN :D
OMG man and woman touch hands romance is alive
omg captains getting social stuff :D
THEYRE DANICJNG NI THE DIRE EXTINGUISHER
OMG THEYRE SO IN LOVE AWWWWWW
MARY AND JOHN ARE BESTIEE AWWWWWWWWW
They can't go back :(
70:36 "I don't want to survive. I want to live!" SLAY CAPTAIN
72:00 YOU KILL WALLE I FUCKING JILL TOU SQUARE UP AUTO YOU MOTHERFUCKER
NOOOOOOOOOO
NOOO THEYRE IN TRASH NO
NO wtf happened to Captain
NO SHE JUST GOT REPROGRAMMDD NO
wait did she? no she didn't thank God
omg it's giant Wall-E
ew
okay cleaning robot you've redeemed yourself ily
NO THEH KILLED THE TAPE
NOT THE TAPE NOOO
M-O
Mo ily
WHYD U THROW AWAY THE PLANT EVE
KEEP THE PLANT MAN
COME ON
YES ESCAPE DARLING ESCAPE YES EVE Y SO MUCH EVE YOUR THE BEST
OMG all the rogue robots are going together <33
REBEL CAPTAIN
NOOOOO NOT THE ONE BOT
wait where the hell are they getting oxygen if they don't have any plants
"John get ready to have some kids" Mary I love tou
Captain you can walk you can do it :D
YIPPEE
wait when the fuck did they learn how to walk
WALLE NO DONT DIE NOOOO
THEY ZOOMING
CALTAIN IS HAVING A FREAT TINE MAN
OMG THE FALAZY
CRICKET MY BELOVED:D :D :D
THEYRE HOMEEEEE
WALLES TRUCK NO
is there even any oxygen on Earth
when did theyearn to walk
eve pls just put aer In sun pls
OMG EVE YOURE THE BEST
UR FIXING AER
AHES FIXTING AER LET'S GO
PLS
PLS SOLAR PIWER PLS
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSDDSSSSSSSSSSSS
CRICKET
YOPPEE
WALLE EVE YES AJEKAUAKAHQKHAKAHAKABANSNAKLAPQHEMSVDNSBABSBBZKSJAKSSKKAAALAKBDNSBSJAKALAKSNABANAKAK
NO
SIES AE NOT DECLGNIZE HER
WALLE NO
WALLE :(
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
AE LOST AER SOUL NOOOOO
NOIOOOOO
YES ELECTROCUTION
ELECTRIOCUTION
YES YES YES YES UES YES
KISS YES YES YES YES YES YES GES HES EHS GES
YES YES YESBBSJQNHDKAKAHDJSJAKDGWKJASNLAAJD
HANDS TES
AE'S FONNA SAY HER NAME
YES WVWNEHAJUAMJAKQQG FEW QKWyajlqshdnbdkavfvfa
EVE
WALLE YOURE ALUVE ILY SMHQJABSLQHSKAHQLAJAVD
CRICKET MO
BEAUTIFUTILN BUR
OMG I LIVE IT
OMG CAPTAIN I LIVE YUU I KIVE THIS I LOCE THIS I LOVE THIS I KIVE THIS TO LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS I KCIE THIS ISJWIAKDBSMAALA
OH MY FOD RHEY RESTORUED EARTH HOLY DUFKJNG SHUT
RHERE ARE LKANTS HOLT SHIT THERES A SRAR AND ITS EVE KMF IM SOBBING XRHINF WKQKWJQOWMSEFJWHWHLDHWLQHDKZJALSBDKDNAKSJHDKSNSNSN
SHIP
OMG ITS OVER đ EGIWWJKSSHKQHSKWJQJAJWJQAJ
DIRT
OH MT GOD OH MT FOS OH MY DKS
EVE VUILDS A WELL???? OMG THE THLING BOT MAKES SEEDS DHAJSHSKSHKAQKQHALSHAKBSKAVAKAHWKQHKSWGKQBSNSABHZJANAISHAKQBQIWIDHAMALDHSNHWOWHSNFND XNSNALAKBLQKAHSJSNA x
fish come back alive???? thetles
#wall e#wall-e#walle#rambles#rambling#liveblogging#I LIVEBLOGGED WALL-E YALL#it was a great movie#So good#10/10#actually 11/10#might have to watch again and I don't watch movies so that is High Praise#idk how else to tag#ENJOY
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sincerely not. (8)
âł gojou satoru/reader
with an arranged marriage set in place, the sacred bond is doomed with a wife who wants to make the relationship work and a husband whoâs ready to ruin it all. unbeknown to him, a tragic fate already lies within the pages of his romance book.
genre. heavy angst, unrequited love, arranged marriage, modern au, 18+
tags/warnings. profanity, adultery, neglect, mentions of phobias, mentions of pregnancy, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, explicit smut, some heartaches
notes. 12.8k words. please proceed with proper caution! thanks so much bby risa for beta-ing @rinstars bae youâre my savior &&& @kazbrkker my love, ur reactions in the rough draft were fun to read tysm hhhh anyways enjoy everyone !! :D
series masterlist -> episode nine
Flying to French Polynesia was a disaster.
You knew it even before you actually arrived at Bora Bora while flying through Gojouâs private jet and spending the worst twelve hours of your life imprisoned in an aircraft 35,000 feet from the ground. It wasnât the jet lag nor the turbulence that made you wish that you didnât go, it was the two specific passengers inside the plane that caused your silence for the last seven hours since you left Tokyo.
Sera was clearly not informed of your participation in their special getaway because her wide, gaping eyes stared at you questioningly as soon as she saw you coming out of the McLaren before climbing up the jet. In spite of her initial reaction, she was fast to veil her displeasure by sending you a welcoming smile. A smile that feigned innocence lasting for five seconds before she walked past you along the aisle, hand in hand with the husband that placed his wife in the same enclosed space as his mistress.
Satoru had noticed the shift in your emotions for the past week where he wouldnât stop checking if you were alright and if something was plaguing your mind. He came home from work earlier than he usually did to make sure that you had dinner together, but most of those nights had passed in silence with neither of you having the backbone to address the elephant in the room. No, there was no elephant to blame for your marital quagmire. Just a broken wife trying to study the behavioral patterns of her husband for being affectionate and loving once, then detached and distracted the next. You could not tell him that you had seen him tracking Seraâs cycle on his phone, but you doubted that he would care enough that it shattered your heart to pieces thinking about how actively intimate they have been behind your back. It was already unbearable to see her intimate photos on his phone, but to also see how your husband was constantly monitoring her ovulation was just the absolute zenith of your agony.
Gojou had no idea how much he would completely annihilate your heart and soul if he truly ended up getting his mistress pregnant. Whether that was his intention or not, you could no longer find an excuse to stay with him if it happened.
Why has your marriage turned into shambles in less than a year? What did you do to deserve this mess of a relationship when you have always been genuine from the very beginning?
Despite lifeâs vicissitudes, you chose to see color in your achromatic world. It was your only way of keeping your positivity because you would rather be a sunshine than a storm. Satoru would have it coming one day, but today just wasnât it.
You were becoming blasĂ© to his brazen display of infidelity to the point that you were simply letting him do what he wanted without so much of a complaint. It wasnât a free pass to step on your dignity, rather, a reason to pile up all the dirt that you have received like how a lawyer would gather evidence prior to actioning a case. You werenât a lawyer for sure, but you could use the same tactic before reacting unreasonably. You had to hold onto your last string of pride in order not to become more pathetic than you already appeared to be.
It was better to pretend that everything was fine instead of showing your weakness in front of him. It was better to avoid his line of sight, choosing to join his best friends in playing a game of cards than be the third wheel in an unlawful relationship that made you the villain.
There was unease in Ieiriâs eyes as she laid down her card, pressing her boysenberry lips together when she glanced at the couple from the farther side of the plane. You couldnât make out what she was seeing because you were facing her in a seating arrangement that had your back turned against your husband. Getou, who was sitting next to you, could sense the tension when he peeked at what was behind for a split second.
Why, you could ask yourself, did you even come? The question should be: why not? Even if he didnât admit it, Satoru clearly wanted to make use of you by asking you to join the trip so that no one would suspect him of his true nature as an adulterous 25 year-old man. In return, you wanted to make use of this trip as an ultimatum for your consistency as the perpetually sympathetic wife. This trip would be the deciding factor for you to open your eyes to the downfall of your marriage.
You had become a time bombâready to detonate everything else around you with one wrong move.
You didnât really believe your husbandâs words when he said that he wanted to enjoy Bora Bora with you because only a person with thick skin could try to cajole his wife to his advantage. None of this trip was planned for you, but for Sera. Even if he said otherwise.
âMan, I donât feel too good about this trip,â said Suguru, arranging the deck of cards to play another round of poker with Shoko. You tried to focus on drawing the details of the dress that you were designing until he spoke again. âFeel like something badâs gonna happen.â
A pensive sigh then escaped your lips as you momentarily looked at the window to see the fuliginous skies. If Getou could sense an omen of things to come, you tried to lift up the mood by offering a smile. âYou guys say this is a yearly trip?â you began, putting down your iPad and pen. âHow did it all start?â
Ieiri took the chance to answer. âLike maybe four years ago? Itâs pretty funny âcause it was a last minute thing. We were at a cafe and Gojou was joking about flying to Bora Bora right after he saw the advertisement on a pamphlet,â she reminisced the memory with glee in her eyes, âthen Suguru dared him to take us there, and that motherfucker really did! We didnât even get to pack anythingâhe made us ride the PJ on the same day with nothing but our passports.â
âI remember that day. Heâs a bit of a show off, isnât he?â Getou grinned at you and Ieiri.
You tell me. It seemed that Satoru could always make things happen if he wanted to. âThe first time sounds really fun and spontaneous,â you claimed, drinking from the glass of wine on your table. âSatoru spoils the people that he loves.â
With that being said, he loved his best friends as much as he loved Sera. They were the only ones he would willingly spend a fortune to just to guarantee their happiness. Unfortunately, the man didnât include you in his personal guest list of the people that he genuinely loved. Regardless of the fact that you were his wife, you were already aware that he would never willingly spend time with you. Iceland was out of the question because that whole honeymoon trip was simply obligatory for him.
âAww. Well, I know heâll spoil you.â Shoko's statement was laced with an iota of pity. âSatoruâs just⊠if you give him some time.â
You had given enough, but there was a limit to everything. You could offer your whole universe and there still wouldnât be a remedy to your failed marriage. How pathetic. For a moment, your eyes dropped down to the gold band around your finger and remembered that Satoru strangely wore his ring when you left the penthouse. What act was he trying to pull this time?
And within the next twenty minutes that passed, you happened to have seen your husband when you went out of the lavatory for a quick bathroom break. He was in a detached recliner seat, draped in a blanket with his arms tightly wrapped around Sera as they slept soundly through the flight. The sight brought a lingering sting to your heart and made you stagnant for a moment as you walked slowly past the aisle. You tried to ignore the gnawing ache that burned your chest until Satoru opened his eyes to see you the first thing.
âY/N.â His call forced you to halt from your footsteps. Sera shifted from his embrace, eyes still shut as she snuggled on the crook of his neck. Satoru had a minute of panic that bathed in his eyes when he realized that your name unknowingly flew out of his mouth and now he was pretending that he actually forgot what he called you for. âWhere are you sitting?â
You kept a stolid mien for your own sake. âWith your friends.â Because my own husband chose to neglect his wife for his mistress.
Why did it even matter to him? Did he want you to sit with him and Sera so you could watch how caring and affectionate he was to her? Did he want you to juxtapose yourself from previously being on the receiving end of his skinship and now on the far side of it?
Before you knew it, your feet already carried you away while his eyes followed your trail as you continued walking, making a desperate attempt to avoid him by going back to where Shoko and Suguru were. The two friends had visible empathy on their faces when they looked at you knowing that you saw your husband and his mistress entangled on each other.
But for your sanity, you didnât succumb to your weak feelings. âIâm back,â you put on your mask of cheerfulness.
Ieiri moved from her seat to give you space and it was too obvious not to notice how she was admiring your ability to remain strong in a situation where you should be broken. âY/N, can I see your new designs? Mai would have geeked over them.â
âI was actually designing a new one for her and Maki,â you shared, grabbing your iPad and browsing through your collection. âIâm planning to have the dresses made when we get back to Japan then Iâll ask Toji to give itââ Shoot.
The last thing you should have done was to mention the man.
âToji? As in Toji Zenâin?â Getouâs narrow eyes became surprisingly round. âYouâre close with him?â
You let out an awkward laugh. âKinda, but not really. He knows Gen pretty well, though.â
Suguru smirked in good humor. âDamn. Satoruâs not gonna be happy.â
Ieiri countered the guyâs words by voicing her own thoughts. âHeâs literally playing house with Sera. Who cares if he isnât happy?â You were surprised when she suddenly pulled both of your hands on top of the table and squeezed it in comfort. âTell me honestly, how do you feel about this whole cheating thing?â
You held your breath. It was hard for you to open up because your marriage was a private affair, something that you wished for no one else to pry into. If only Shokoâs eyes werenât filled with genuine concern, you wouldnât have given her an honest answer. âIâm not happy with it,â you stated the obvious, following the slow rise and fall of your chest. âIâm just letting this happen because I have hopes that itâll end someday.â
Getou looked down as if he was burdened with shame. âHe really doesnât deserve you, huhâŠâ
âY/N.â Ieiri leaned closer to gaze straight into your orbs. âEnd their affair after this trip. Donât let it drag for too long. Satoruâs my friend, but I canât stand what heâs doing. You should claim your right as his wife and fight for him.â
You opened your mouth to say something because you highly appreciated her encouragement for you to uphold your position as the lawful wife, but then no words have left your lips after you remembered why everything ended up this way in the first place.
Because of this arranged marriage, Satoru had to marry another woman instead of the one that he loved. He wasnât willing to let her go nor was she ready to free him from her grasp. This was all your fault, he said. Pay the repercussions, he said. Youâre already blessed with everything you can ask for, she said.
What else was left for your self-worth?
With it being your first time in Bora Bora, it was expected for you to be in complete awe when you arrived at the destination. You couldnât express much of your appreciation towards the beautiful islets due to the situation relating to your husband and his mistress, but your eyes still wandered around the place to admire Godâs craft in creating such a paradise on Earth. Being here alone was already a testament to how many gorgeous places were yet to be explored.
âWow,â you gasped with great admiration, turning your head from left to right as you took slow strides on the elevated walkway. For what Bora Bora was renowned for, there were bungalows perched over the crystal waters on stiltsâa peaceful haven with floating thatched-roof villas above the clear sea in varying hues of blue, perfect for couples in a romantic honeymoon to enjoy their first stages of marriage.
The warm breeze and the smell of fresh ocean greeted your nose, tempting you to jump on the waters to bask under the sun. But then you remembered who you were with on this trip after getting momentarily lost and distracted from the luxurious oasis through the summer heat. As you turned around, you saw Gojou intertwining his hand with Seraâs as she smiled at him while gushing about how much she missed the place. You could see how his eyes coruscated with love at the sight of her radiant face as though she was the only one who could make him as happy as he was now.
Satoruâs affections were only evanescent when it came to you. Sera was and would always be the recipient of his permanent love.
You had to force yourself to look away knowing that it would only add more wounds to your heartâgrateful that Shoko looped her arm around yours with Suguru standing on your other side. âYou guys,â you swallowed your weakness back in by plastering a smile, âthis island is stunning.â
âRight?â Ieiri adjusted her sun hat and nudged you on the rib. âShould we go scuba diving?â
âJet skiing is better.â You werenât expecting Satoru to chime in as he and Sera stopped in front of you like a newlywed couple who couldnât get enough of each other. And while he was holding another womanâs hand, his vivid cerulean eyes lingered on you as he spoke again. âEver tried it before?â
You didnât answer him. You refused to. Instead, you looked at Suguru and pointed towards the parasail from a distance. âLook, itâs what you and Shoko were talking about on the plane.â
The tension was real when you ignored your husband, but Ieiri and Getou saved the awkward air by entertaining you, although you certainly didnât miss the glances that they traded with the white-haired man. It was Satoruâs best man who put a friendly arm around your shoulder and continued the walk with you. âYou should try parasailing with us,â Getou encouraged, orbs hidden from the crescents of his eyes.
You would love to join them, but the thought of ending up submerged underwater in the vastness of the ocean was too terrifying. âI donât think I canââ
âMr. and Mrs. Gojou? Welcome to the InterContinental.â
Instinctively, you turned around to face the owner of the voice only to see the manâwho looked like the owner of the luxury hotelâwas talking to Satoru and Sera as the apparent married couple. You tried to suppress the bitter scoff that almost passed through your lips because it surely sent tiny pricks to your chest to see Sera being mistaken as the wife.
However, instead of correcting the man, Sera got the confidence to tighten her hold on your husbandâs arm so she could lean her head against him. âItâs nice to be back.â
âWell, Iâd congratulate Mr. Gojou for marrying such a gorgeous wife,â the man complimented her, which earned you glances from Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko. All except for Sera who beamed from the flattering remarks that should have been for you. âWeâve prepared the largest villa and the rooms are all ready as well. Please enjoy your stay. If you need anything, our staff will be more than happy to help.â
This was a painful slap to your face and you didnât want to stay another second enduring it all. You havenât even spent an hour in Bora Bora and you were already emotionally battered from everything that youâve had to stomach thus far. You could only imagine how bad things would be for the next two days and this might end up leaving a huge scar on you, even worse than the Iceland trip which was the pinnacle of Satoruâs journey to putting you in your place.
You were already storming out before any of them made a move because you wanted nothing else but to lock yourself in a room and stay away from Gojou for the rest of the trip. You ignored Ieiriâs calls when you rushed inside the villa, claiming one of the four bedrooms and placing your duffel on the bed before you sat on the edge of it with a frustrated sigh. It was truly insulting to see your own husband not denying when another woman was mistaken as his wife, but what did you expect, really? He dreamed of having Sera as his wife for God knows how long. You already fooled yourself that one morning thinking that your recent lovemaking was a sign of progress to your relationship, that his drunken admissions and childhood reminiscences were improving your marriageâyou hated that you fell for it when here he was now allowing Sera to take your spot as his wife.
There was no need to sugarcoat this. You were simply a placeholder for his true love.
You get it. This trip was all about her and you were just expected to be in the background all throughout. In that case, why did Satoru follow you inside your room? Why did he leave his stuff in your bed, crouching down to look at your face with worry-filled eyes?
Did he want to share a room with you because it was an obligation? Well, no one was watching for him to still keep up with his stupid act.
âYou know I had no choice,â he tried to explain, placing his hands atop yours, âShe was looking forward to the trip and I couldnât tell her that itâs not right for her to come anymore.â
You gulped and pushed his hand away without sparing him a glance. âWhy are you explaining things to me? Didnât you wanna spend time with her, anyway?â
His bullshit was tiring. You knew for a fact that he could care less if Sera came because he would rather spend his sweet time with her, always have and always would. Unlike your honeymoon in Iceland where he was lackadaisical for ninety percent of the trip, he was actually more enthusiastic about this one because his romantic adventures were always better with Sera. He didnât need to say it for you to put the puzzle pieces together.
Satoru fixed his composure, sliding his dark sunglasses out of his face as he tried to appear impassive. âBecause I donât want you to get the wrong idea,â he asserted, arms caged on either side of your thighs, âand youâve been so cold to me for the past week for no reason. Whatâs your problem?â
The audacity of this man. He would tell you not to get the wrong idea for âunintentionally inviting his mistressâ but would also shamelessly parade her around while treating her like a queen.
With this in mind, you erupted into a soft but spiteful laugh. âDoes that even matter? You can do what you want. Iâll stay out of your way since I know my boundaries. Iâm just here to save your image.â
âY/Nââ
Remembering the words he said during your time in Iceland, you returned it back. âLet me rest.â You pushed his arm away, climbing into your bed and turning your back on him. âI need some sleep.â
You already had your eyes closed when you heard his exasperated huff and you were left with a hollow heart when he slammed the door shut as if it was heavily frustrating for him that you were becoming detached and defiant. Satoru seemed to have always hated it when you rejected his presence because he had grown accustomed to you being his patient wife who showered him with affection despite his bare minimum treatment. The sweet and caring wife that would wake up at six-thirty in the morning every day just to prepare his breakfast and business attire. The wife that would leave post-it notes on the fridge with the words: Eat some fruit, drink water, and start your day with a smile :)
Yes. You wouldnât deny how stupid you were for trying to make your marriage work. Because every time you believed that you had already built a strong wall against Satoru, he would always find a way to destroy it. And you would always find a way to let him in, forgiving him for his never-ending games.
You knew that you would always be standing by his side when he needed you, but since he didnât seem to require much of your presence with Sera around, you might as well learn to distance yourself for now.
By âdistancing yourselfâ, you meant sleeping for the next four hours to recover from your lassitude. You figured that it was better to shut yourself out instead of summoning your masochistic side when the pain was so deadly you might as well be buried six feet under. No one bothered you during your slumber because the villa was silent when you woke up again. The room needed more lighting as the sun was finally closing down by the time you opened your eyes. It was eventide, you realized.
When you regained the strength and motivation to get up from bed, you could tell that Ieiri and Getou might have toured around with Sera and Gojou while you were fast asleep in your room. They had fun on their own while you chose to be alone and only now did you have the chance to take a leisurely meander through the extensive walkway that connected all the overwater bungalows which were what Bora Bora was famous for.
The cool wind rippled the surface of the sea, creating waves and soothing sounds that enabled your mind to relax as you found your spot on one corner, overlooking the horizon of twilight skies in blue and gold where the clouds began to glow with colors at nautical dusk. You marveled at the spectacular mixture of colors as the wind that blew your hair back, listening to the soft sound of the crashing waves that made a painting come to life.
You had to appreciate Earthâs beauty and how grateful you were to be in a privileged position that gave you the chance to see such astounding views that you wouldnât see on a typical day.
Perhaps, in an alternate universe, your husband had his arms wrapped around your waist as you two watched the sunset on this romantic hour. Maybe you were happy in that universe, having your spouse whisperering I love youâs in your ear, telling you that you were the only woman in his eyes and that he was happy to have married you.
âIt must be tough chasing after a man who doesnât love you.â
The serenity that youâve found from the susurration of the sea was cut short as you turned around to see the Camilla of your Charles. Eyes as brown as the color of her hair, lips limned with a mulberry tint like the color that stained your husbandâs neck. The upward tug of her lips was her attempt to show the lack of malice in her words.
âI canât believe youâre torturing yourself for coming with us. But honestly, I respect and admire your resilience,â she added, clutching the diamond pendant on her necklace as she stood next to you. âI can understand you have all the time in the world to try and chase after his love since you have nothing going on for you. Youâre not busy like the rest of us. All you do is sit at home like a princess and wait for him while heâs in his office spending most of his day with me.â
You wondered how Sera could look so sincere and innocent while throwing knives for sentences in between. It was plain obvious that she was still absurdly angry at you for sleeping with Satoru after she came to the penthouse that morning and your recent appearance in the office seemed to have fueled more of her vexation. But because you werenât ill-bred, you didnât lunge on her and ripped her throat out for saying all those mean things. Your best choice was to retaliate with your own words.
âNot as tough as constantly hiding your relationship because you donât wanna be labeled as the mistress when thatâs really what you are,â you told her, and there was shock that lingered in her eyes until you continued with a smile. âIn everyoneâs eyes, no one cares about whoâs the first love. People care about whoâs the one that they married.â
Seraâs smile was nonetheless to veil her growing ire. âDonât get carried away. Your marriage is loveless. I donât want you to keep hurting yourself when you know he feels miserable with you.â
When Ieiri told you to end their affair and stake your claim as the rightful wife, you already imagined that a confrontation with Sera could finally do the job. You thought that you could stand on your ground and hold your chin up high because that was how it was supposed to be, and yet with her simple utterance of the fact that Gojou was miserable with you, you lost all of your will to fight for him.
You couldnât fight for someone who never wanted to be with you in the first place.
âI really like you as a person, Y/N.â She released a sigh, averting her eyes to gaze at the sun disappearing below the horizon. âYouâre kind and soft-spoken. Itâs your status and selfishness that I donât like.â
With a still breath, you spoke through gritted teeth. âSelfish?â A humorless laugh followed. It was unbelievable how you were seen as âselfishâ when youâve been willingly allowing her to sneak around with your husband after she literally begged for it.
âYou get everything you want âcause youâve been spoiled that way,â she pointed out. âMeanwhile, I have to work hard to get to where I am. I have to endure rude bosses, render overtime even on holidays, and strictly calculate my savings and budget for my family. You donât understand how hard life is for people like us. Satoru is the only blessing Iâve received in life, so Iâll never let him go.â
You didnât know what to say in this situation because you couldnât exactly comment about her hardships in life. Even if you tried to defend yourself and tell her that problems in life came in different forms, you knew that she would still make it all about her. Everything was about her struggles and hardships, never about your agony and suffering.
However, the conversation did lead you to trespass a topic that had been bugging you to no end. âYou say youâll never let him go. Does that mean youâre still waiting around for him even when heâs married?â you questioned in utter disbelief. âYou donât care if you end up pregnant someday when heâs legally bound to his wife?â
Instead of answering you directly, she countered you with a question. âAre you scared that Iâd get pregnant before you do?â
Your heart raced. Anger? Hurt? You couldnât tell which one weighed more. So the two of them arenât really doing it safe, you assumed in your head, taking a deep breath before you could explode.
A pitiful look appeared on her small, delicate face. âJust know that if I end up having his kidâŠâ she paused before she shifted on her feet to take her leave, ââŠIâd end up having him, too.â
Gojou knew he could be insensitive sometimesâor most timesâbut he was being true when he said that he wasnât intentionally doing it. He was all over Sera since the trip began because that was how things were before you came to the picture. Him, Sera, and his friends on a getaway. He held her hand, kissed her, and spent time with her because they were boyfriend and girlfriend before he ever married you.
With all the aforementioned, it was quite odd that he was feeling incredibly guilty for simply doing what he usually did. It wasnât like you even screamed at his face calling him a cheater for having Sera around. You were pretty lenient about them so he couldnât understand why he was the one who was bothered by your lack of resistance to his actions. Satoru despised how you would ignore him because he was getting more and more confused by how he felt.
To boost his stupidity even more, he never should have allowed Sera to join in the first place. This trip should have been just you, him, and his best friends. If he was going to spend time with Sera, then he could have just taken her without dragging you along to avoid all the tension that was surrounding you now. Maybe Satoru could have had more guts to explain that to Sera even if she wouldnât be too happy to hear it.
âFuck this,â he muttered, loosening the knot on his robe as he walked outside to find some peace of mind on the villaâs elevated pool area.
Suguru joined him as the man sat on one of the sun loungers with a cigarette between his lips. âYou two-timing fucker,â he bluntly quipped, seemingly finding humor in Satoruâs dilemma. âHow does it feel to have your wife and mistress in the same house?â
Gojou looked up at the blanket of stars. âSeraâs not a mistress,â he corrected, then added, âand Y/N isnât even saying anything.â
There was a knowing glint in Getouâs eyes. âJust because she isnât saying anything doesnât mean itâs all okay to her.â
âMan. What do you want me to do?â He wasnât exactly snapping. It just frustrated him how he didnât know how to handle the situation without hurting the other. âI do wanna spend more time with my wife, but Sera expects me to be with her 24/7 because this is our only chance to freely be together.â
Suguru tossed the cigarette to the wooden floor and killed the ember by stomping his foot on it. âListen to yourself,â he commanded. âNow Seraâs becoming an obligation for you and Y/N isnât. You canât have both. This situation isnât livable.â
Did Gojou really sound that way? He couldnât even clear out his statement because he got distracted when he saw you heading towards your room with a heavy frown on your face, determined to lock yourself again until Shoko blocked your way.
âY/N, donât tell me youâre gonna stay in bed again?â Ieiriâs voice was loud enough for the two gentlemen to hear. âLetâs chill outside for a while!â
Satoru could hear how his best friend snorted under his breath when he saw the look on Gojouâs face and just how tempted he was at trying to talk to his wife. Confusion clouded his head as he completely froze when Ieiri dragged you to the pool area and urged you to take your place near your husband.
âWe went kayaking while you were sleeping. You should have been with us,â said Ieiri, now lighting her own cigarette as you stood at a reasonable distance from Gojou. He pulled you close by wrapping an arm around your waist, but you were fast to stop his wrist before you moved to sit next to Suguru instead.
What the hell?
And throughout your subtle disregard for Satoru, Getou was only finding the situation even more humorous. âYou have to join us tomorrow, Y/N,â the best friend insisted. âCanât miss out on all the fun activities.â
âI prefer sightseeing, really,â you admitted, then revealing why you couldnât exactly join. âI have Thalassophobia.â
Shoko seemed intrigued. âWait, like fear of water?â
âYouâre not afraid of water. You swim at our pool back home.â Satoru walked towards the mini bar to grab a bottle of Macallan, pouring himself a glass before leaning against the rattan table.
You dismissed their assumptions, although you were gearing towards speaking to Getou and Ieiri more than your husband. âNo, itâs fear of what lurks beneath its surface. Itâs the deep bodies of water that scares me the most, like⊠if my feet canât touch the ground, Iâd tremble. I have wild imaginations on what creatures could be under me.â
Ieiri tilted her head in curiosity. âThatâs so interesting. I didnât know people have that kind of phobia.â
âNah, I think itâs common,â Suguru asserted while leaning on the cushion behind him. âThere are so many types of phobias that we donât even know of. Someone could even invent Gojouphobia one day.â
The man of honorable mention simply shook his head. âVery funny.â Although he must admit, it was the first time he had seen you chuckling in a while and it brought some ease to his heart to see you smiling again.
For the whole conversation, Satoru just couldnât seem to keep his eyes away from you. His blue orbs were glued on your face, watching the way you pressed your lips together or the way your eyelids fluttered with every blink. At one point, he had to clear his throat just to distract himself, âYou werenât that scared when you took a swim in the blue lagoon.â
Even if he was trying to converse with you, you were still adamant on not meeting his gaze. âDonât you fucking bring up Iceland.â
It seemed that mentioning Iceland was a trigger for you and Satoru didnât realize how upsetting the whole trip must have been that you were avoiding any reminiscence about your honeymoon. Had he been too mean to you back then? The marriage was fresh and Gojou was full of bitterness at the timeâhe must not have realized how harsh he had treated you.
Because of the uncomfortable silence, Shoko took the chance to change the topic. âI swear to God, I almost lost my diamond earring when Suguru pushed me to the oceanââ
âAlright, Kim K. Thereâs people that are dying,â Getou mocked, only to receive a ball of tissue thrown to his face.
âShut up!â
âMake me.â
âAre you flirting with me?â
Gojou sniggered at the two. âI think he is.â
And in the middle of their banter, Satoru had almost forgotten about Sera until she came out of the room in a similar robe like what he was wearing, joining the rest of you at the poolside on this starry evening. âHey, guys.â
You didnât even acknowledge her with a fake smile the way Shoko and Suguru did.
âHey, Sera.â Ieiri shifted into an awkward stance and Gojou could read through her body language that Sera made her uncomfortable. âWhereâve you been?â
âJust took a quick shower.â Sera didnât hesitate in keeping Satoru enveloped within her arms, clinging onto his torso as if to claim him in front of everyone. There was no ounce of shame when she tiptoed to peck his lips and leaned her head against his toned chest. She did it before, she did it many times prior to this trip, but why did Gojou feel strangely hurt when he saw how you sunk back to your seat and looked away? âSatoru promised weâll spend the night at the jacuzzi.â
You let out a humorless laugh, gazing at the floor. âThatâs really romantic.â
The sarcasm that laced your voice made Satoru hold his breath. What was he supposed to say?
âIt really is,â cooed Sera, snuggling closer to feel his warmth. Utter silence dominated amongst the soft sound of the splashing waves. The luminescent moon stared at all five of you with great interest because there was nothing more interesting than to see a dramatic scene unfolding between the husband, the wife, and the mistress. Since when did Gojouâs life turn into a movie?
âIâm exhausted, Iâll call it a night,â you announced, taking the initiative to get up and leave. Not once did you try to meet Satoruâs gaze. âIâll see you guys tomorrow.â
Your exit gained Suguru and Shokoâs âme tooâ and âme threeâ as they also made a haste move to leave the couple alone. It was only 9PM and Gojou was sure as hell that none of his two best friends would have decided to go to bed this early if it wasnât for the guilt that would eat them if they stayed.
Confrontations were not in your repertoire, but Satoru believed that it would have been better to receive your brutal words than to see you completely avoiding his existence like he was as invisible as air.
âHey.â The knit on Seraâs brows recollected Satoru back to his realityâwith her. She would never allow him to think of anyone else but her this time. âThe night is ours.â
He didnât want to break his promise and he tried his utmost best to give one hundred percent of his focus to the woman that he loved, especially now that he had the chance to be all alone with her. This was what he wanted and he had to remind himself of that. While he shouldâve uninvited Sera, this was still the perfect chance to spend a romantic getaway with her at one of the most beautiful islands in the world. If the opportunity was there presenting itself, who was he to completely disregard it?
He wanted Sera, not you. He wanted all of her, not even a little bit of you. Satoru needed to wake up and refrain from allowing his mind to fly to the wife that he supposedly hated.
He should be having fun since it was relaxing to sit in a hot jacuzzi surrounded by vanilla-scented candles and rose petals. It was the perfect honeymoon for newlyweds, something that he could have done with you in Iceland instead of the bullshit he pulled back there that permanently left a scar on you.
Sighing, he leaned against the tub and waited for Sera to come back just as he received a notification from his phone. Without a second to spare, he grabbed the gadget that was placed at the edge of the tub and checked what the alert was about.
Day of Ovulation - High Chance of Pregnancy Today
But you just had yours a week ago, right? Gojou was well aware of your cycle because he would often check your phone to look at it. He didnât even remember installing the app on his phone, so he had no single idea why it was even in there. Did he perhaps do it while he was drunk?
Somehow, his question was answered when he clicked on the notification and saw the label âSeraâs Cycleâ written on top. The wideness of his eyes was solely because of his realization that this damn app might have been one of the reasons why you had veen cold to him.
âSorry it took me so long.â Sera cut him out of his trance when she returned, quickly apologizing for her momentary absence. âI was trying to look for a nice swimsuit but couldnât pick one.â
Satoru chose not to beat around the bush when he faced her. âDid you put your period tracker on my phone?â
By watching her emotions intently, he was able to see the look of panic that bathed her eyes before she gathered an honest response. âYeah, since youâve been acting all weird about the condom thing last time so I put it on there,â she explained, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. âWhy? Did she see and complain about it?â
Fuck. Gojou needed to calm himself down because his head was boiling just like the foam that bubbled in the jetted-tub. âNo, she didnât say anything but sheâs mad at me about it.â
âSo, what?â Seraâs irritation grew while she undid the knot on her robe, revealing her stark naked body in front of him without any scintilla of shyness in her bones. Oh. Satoru breathed deeply and eyed every curve that was of ample proportions. âWhy does it matter so much to you if sheâs mad?â
She was already climbing in the tub, crawling forward to straddle the manâs lap who now had his large hands on her buttocks. He tried to look at her eyes instead of her busty chest. âI just donât like how sheâs giving me the cold shoulder. What if⊠our fathersâ notice?â
Bullshit. Sera rolled her eyes because she could see the pretentious lies hidden in his words. âRemember what you said to me back in your car?â The woman pressed her bare chest against his toned ones, feathering kisses along his jaw until her breath fanned his thin but plump lips as they brushed. âYou said she doesnât have you.â
âMhm.â Gojou kneaded her bum.
âSo stick by it,â now those words held more persuasion as her chocolate orbs pierced through his diamond blues. âItâs not like youâre gonna stay with her after you get what you need.â Right. You were merely a tool for his ascendancy in the company. Sera was the one who put him back on the right track. âAnd isnât it weird enough that youâve been trying so hard but still couldnât get her pregnant? Maybe sheâs⊠you know.â
Satoru pulled away to read her expression. âSheâs what?â His wife couldnât be infertile. No. Maybe he wasnât really just doing it right? Maybe you just need to do it more intimately?
His other woman leaned back and moved her hair to the side in a manner that seduced him of his deepest desires. The palms that gripped her ass were now tracing her curves, reaching to cup her breasts so he could massage the rounded mass. He attached his mouth on the right side of her neck as she arched her back and released her dulcet moans.
âM-Maybe sheâs n-not meant to have your baby,â she rasped, grabbing a fistful of white hair. âItâs been a while since we did this, Satoru.â
He hummed, closing his eyes and moving his mouth to kiss her shoulder blades. Despite Seraâs overflowing sultriness, Gojouâs carnal desires were no longer meeting her own. His ardor was no longer at the same level as hers. The emotional connection was no longer present and this was something that he had been afraid of for the longest time.
Afraid that when he started doing it with someone he married, he would lose the same passion for Sera.
If he was true to himself, she could not satiate his needs the same way you would. Sex was different, regardless of the labels, when it was with someone he shared vows with. With you, he could be intimate without worrying about the consequences of pregnancy because you were meant to have his child either way. With Sera, he had to hold back and use contraceptives because it would be a huge scandal if he knocked her up.
He didnât realize that he stopped Seraâs hand from touching his clothed cock underwater, pulling her wrist before he made a move to get out of the jetted-tub. âSera, Iâm too exhausted,â he made an excuse, âletâs just go to bed.â
Satoru could imagine smoke coming out of her nose with how frustrated she was. âJust tell me. Am I not pretty enough for you?â
Grabbing her robe and stepping out of the tub, she sheathed herself with the cloth and let her glossy eyes afflict him with his guilt. After all, he could go weak on his knees for her.
âNo, of course you are. I just donât wanna do half-assed things with you.â Gojou was fast to deny. âSera, youâre the prettiest woman in my eyes.â
Her face was rigid and her eyes were lachrymose. âThen say it to her.â
Huh? He brushed a hand on her arm. âSeraââ
âSay it straight to her face how Iâm the prettiest in your eyes and that youâll only ever love me,â she spat, stomping away after adding, âIf you donât do it, you might as well forget about me.â
Gojou hated being given ultimatums because it was putting him on the spot to make decisions without much thought. Sera was well aware of how much he disliked being demanded to do things out of his will, but like the asshole he was, he couldnât lose her. That was what his mind was telling him.
He was plagued with these deep thoughts even as he joined Sera later that night when they slept in the same bed. This morning, he took his stuff to your bedroom because it became an instinct for him to stay in the same room as you. However, it was Sera who pulled him away telling him how ridiculous he was for even thinking that he should bother staying with you when no one was watching.
The problem was, Satoru couldnât sleep. At all.
Seraâs warm body held him in a tight embrace as she peacefully submitted to her slumber, but Gojou couldnât get even a wink of sleep because he knew that he would end up waking up in the middle of the night with how bad his nightmares were getting. This has happened more than once where he couldnât get himself to reach the stages of REM when he slept next to Sera or anyone else for that matter. Heck, a paradoxical sleep was even more far-fetched when he was alone.
Because of his reasons, he quietly got out of bed at 3AM, tucking Sera under the duvet before he left the room only to transfer to the one on the opposite side.
To you, where he twisted the doorknob as quietly as he could and saw you sleeping in a cute fetal position, allowing him to smoothly slip into bed and wrap his arms around you. You were not awake to feel his warmth, but he was certainly feeling the level of comfort that he needed to finally doze off knowing that you were at arms length away lest he needed your presence to soothe him from his unpleasant dreams.
Getou would have snorted at his face for the âtwo-timing fuckerâ that he was, but Gojou couldnât care less. He didnât understand what it was like to be caught in such a position.
When you woke up to see Satoru sleeping next to you, you felt disgusted.
Only because you knew what he had done in the other room with his mistress. You knew that they were doing it without any regard for the wife that he met at the altar with vows that he couldnât fulfill. Why exactly was he even bothering to sleep in the same bed with you? For show? For whatever act he was putting on? You were tired of it.
So instead of waking him up with small kisses on his cheek, you simply rushed out of bed and spent the next thirty-minutes eating breakfast with Suguru and Shoko. Just after exchanging a few conversations about the plans that they had for the day, they then prepared while you ended up having a relaxing time for yourself, basking under the sun as you lay down on one of the sun loungers by the pool in your beige bikini. The view offered a gorgeous landscape of the clear turquoise seas and you knew that you just had to snap a quick photo to post on Instagram.
The picture included half of your glistening body in a sun-lounger overlooking the waters of Bora Bora with the caption: âpov: youâre in a tropical paradise đâ. The post quickly garnered likes and comments, especially one from Gen telling you to have a good time and that she was so jealous.
Have a good time? You wished. None of these people lurking in your Instagram knew that you werenât actually having a great time. Worst of all, they werenât aware that this trip included your husband's mistress.
On the other hand, you were surprised to see Tojiâs comment that it had you chuckling out loud. It was no more than a playful message with an airplane emoji that wrote, ââïž off to paradiseâ. You didnât even know that he was following your account until now so you had to click the follow button real quick while stalking his Instagram. There wasnât anything much to see except some pictures of him and his son traveling around the world. It was clear how much time he had placed to bond with Megumi despite his demanding life as a CEO, making it one of the things that you admire about himâhis dedication as a businessman and as a single father.
Your day was going good, but it just had to be ruined when Gojou appeared on your side, taking a seat on the sun lounger adjacent to yours as he grabbed the bottle of sunscreen on your thigh. In an instant, you placed your phone down and looked at him. âWhy are you here?â
âWhy not?â His response was laced with insouciance. Your husband rubbed the lotion on his arms, protecting himself from the damage that the sun could leave on his fair skin.
âYou should be with Sera,â you replied before removing your sunglasses, getting up to leave until he towered over you. At once, the man was unbuttoning his top and holding your wrist simultaneously. âWhat are you doing?â
A sigh left his lips. âSwimming with you,â he said, then tossing his shirt onto the seat. âCome on. You said youâre scared of the ocean so Iâll swim with you.â
âSatoru, you donâtäžâ
There was not even a chance for you to resist because the man already carried you in his arms as you flailed when he walked towards the edge of the platform, climbing down the stairs and submerging both of you under the cool waters of the Bora Bora seas. The anxiety that coursed through your entire body made you wrap your legs around his waist because you couldnât think of anything else but to try and get yourself to the surface.
âHey, hey. Relax,â he reassured, caging you around his arm and allowing you to put your arms around his neck. âThe waterâs clear. No sharks here.â
The water was deeper than you could reach for sure, but since your husband was six foot tall, he was able to walk around. âB-Bring me back to the villa.â
Your muffled pleas were ignored when he swam further into the ocean, now floating from beneath his feet all while pressing his lips into your ear. âGive me a kiss and I will.â
You couldnât deny that the request gave you a rush of dopamine, forcing your stomach to do somersaults because when Satoru was being sweet and affectionate, it was normally easy for you to give in. However, you have already learned not to let him intoxicate you with meaningless affection.
âNo,â you rejected his offer, glaring at his ocean eyes that were of the same hue as the skies and seas alike.
There was a haze of frustration in his eyes before he did it upon himself to lean in and encase your lips around his, moving to lock them in a soft but passionate kiss. The movements of his mouth were in harmony to yours despite your initial refusal to let him plant even the quickest peck. Truth was, his kisses lessened your anxiety because it distracted you from your fear towards the deep bodies of water.
The feeling of his tongue rolling against yours, swirling around just as you breathed through each otherâs mouth could have been enough to suffice the week's worth of resentment that you had towards him.
In the end, Gojou knew how to soften your heart.
âStill donât wanna kiss me now?â He pulled away with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, but that cocky visage was immediately replaced by his troubled expression. âWe need to talk.â
About what? You clung onto his shoulders and wrapped your legs tighter around him. âThereâs nothing to talk about.â
He was your personal buoy in the vastness of the ocean and he knew that the dependency that you had for him now would soon reflect your relationship beyond the high seas. Satoru only wanted you to realize that you needed him just as much as he needed you. âMy phone, I know you saw some things in there,â he opened up, treading water to stay afloat. âItâs not what you think. Sera and I havenât done it sinceäžâ
âStop,â you interrupted before he could finish his sentence. There was pain in your voice, pain that you concealed with ersatz indifference. âI donât wanna hear what you two are doing. Youâre disgusting.â
He was insane for thinking that it was okay for him to talk about his sex life with his mistress. Sometimes you wondered if Satoruâs obliviousness when it came to hurting your feelings was actually intentional. He hated you after all. That, or he was plain stupid.
âIâm just saying,â he defended, pressing his lips on your shoulder. âIf thatâs what upsets you, thenâŠâ
â...Then maybe donât give me mixed signals?â you said, chest vibrating against his. âMaybe donât confuse me with your affection because we both know youâre just acting? Didnât you say that I would never be her? That itâs not cheating when I never had your heart in the first place?â
Your husband was at a loss of words. And you? You moved out of his grip regardless of the fear that consumed you when you rapidly swam your way to the ladder, climbing back into the villa and wrapping yourself with a towel to leave the man who incessantly called for your name.
âY/N!â
You came across Sera about halfway into the bungalow, but ignored her presence by heading straight to Getou and Ieiri. The two had no idea about the cold exchange that youâve just had with your husbandäžall they knew was that you were joining them for their itinerary of having lunch at Bloody Maryâs and going on a jet ski adventure throughout the afternoon.
âYou ready?â Suguru asked when he saw you scrambling to put on a sundress on top of your bikini.
âYeah,â you answered, glancing at Sera and Gojou who just reunited when he attempted to chase after you. He didnât need to, not when his mistress was there to entertain him now. âCan it just be three of us?â
Your question must have sounded spiteful and Shoko clearly didnât approve of how you were letting your husband have some private time with his lover, but based on your countenance, she supported your decision. âSure, Y/N.â Ieiri turned to Gojou and Sera with a smile. âWeâll leave you guys for a while.â
Satoru couldnât even enjoy this trip because all he did was to overthink about the shit that he was unknowingly doing to hurt you. It was too much for a person to absorb, but he tried to lay down the issues in his head so he could figure it all out. For starters, you were opening up about your displease towards his actions more and more these days as if you were on the brink of falling apart. In contrast to that was Gojou feeling less and less angry with you for the things that he normally would find irritating. He used to antagonize you for being clingy, now he couldnât last a day without any form of interaction with you. He used to forget everything around him when there was Sera, but now his eyes were constantly searching for you.
He thought that all the sharp words that he once sputtered towards you were left forgotten at the back of your mind, which was why he was in complete discombobulation when you were reciting every single hurtful word that he ever said to you. How did you even remember his words back in Iceland? It seemed as if everything, since the very beginning of your marriage, had remarkably etched into your soul and inflicted you with great sorrow.
For hours, he couldnât do anything but to check his phone to get his mind out of his ennui and Sera was growing deeply annoyed that he wasnât very keen of doing their supposed snorkeling activity because he refused to leave the villa.
It was funny how he should be thankful that you had given him some time alone with Sera, but here he was displeased about it. What was going through his head? He needed some clarity.
When the sun was at least two hours shy from setting, Gojou headed to your room to find his charger as he scrolled through his phone. The first thing he did was to check the recent photos he had taken, sliding his thumb down to review all the other images that he was keeping in his album and realized that one particular photo was absent.
His bum fell at the edge of the mattress as he frantically searched all the other photo albums to find the only photo he had of you.
Seraâs appearance by the door could not even distract him from removing the crease between his eyebrows. âSatoru, are we not gonnaââ
âDid you delete her photo?â he snapped, looking up to see her wide confused eyes. âFirst you installed that period tracker, now you deleted her photo.â
She was livid. His accusatory eyes brought a surge of ill feelings when she stepped in and denied his claims. âWhy the hell would I delete her stupid photo?â
He huffed, feeling a fit of pique but choosing to let it go. âForget it,â throwing his phone on the mattress, he collapsed against the cushion and stared at the ceiling. âWhat do you wanna do today?â
Wasnât it too late to ask?
Somehow, while he was busy gazing up at the nipa palm leaves that decorated the roof of your bedroom, he heard a clutter of things falling onto the floor and he realized that it was your makeup bag that Sera had accidentally bumped into.
âWhatâs that?â he asked, propping himself with his elbows as she crouched down, blinking twice in the same second before erupting into a scoff.
âYou say you had a hard time making a baby?â She stood straight with a mirthless smile, showing a blister of birth control pills in her hand that made Satoru sit up in confusion. âSheâs taking pills.â
He snatched the blister pack that he almost crushed in his shaking hand as he clenched his jaws at the newfound information. There was nothing else to feel but fire. Fire of the worst kind, fire that would soon erupt into unforgiving flames that would burn you without an ounce of mercy.
âShe really just wanted to ruin us, Satoru.â
You didnât think that this day could be any better since it started awfully when your husband almost ruined it this morning. Fortunately, his two best friends were your saving grace that allowed you to enjoy the rest of the day even without his presence. You went on a decadent lunch at Bloody Maryâs, had a fun jet ski ride behind Ieiri, and also spent the afternoon heat sunbathing at the beach. The image did not leave your mindâthe waves crashing onto the shore, snaking rivulets of water onto the pristine white sand, sun-bleached crystals burning the feet, the resplendent stretch of palm trees that gave the beach a tropical landscape.
Life was too beautiful to waste on a man who didnât love you.
In the words of Ieiri, âeither win him or lose himâ. You were at a point where you could choose the latter because your kindness was nearing its limit. If he was choosing his mistress over you, notwithstanding the prior relations that theyâve had before your marriage, then it was futile to patiently wait for the day that they would end their affair.
Because God knows Satoru would never let her go.
At least you were opening your eyes to the truth. At least you were seeing some light to the darkness that enshrouded you. Taking a stroll on the walkway, it was cathartic to finally be alone in this late afternoon as you left Ieiri and Getou who both went scuba diving. You were fine walking alone by yourself, simply appreciating all of Bora Bora before you leave for Japan tomorrow.
In the middle of your peaceful walk, however, the six foot tall man with the mess of ivory hair and vivid cerulean eyes came stomping down your path with a scowl on his pretty face. He was shooting daggers with the way he glared at you and you could strangely sense an impending doom when he stopped in his tracksâno trace of benevolence in his stance.
You tried to hide the confusion that befuddled your already mish-mash of a brain. âSatoruââ
âYouâre so fucking desperate, are you?â His voice was rough and hostile, glaring at you as if he wanted to destroy you then and there. Before you could ask what he meant, he showed your birth control pills that he had already crumpled in his hand, rendering you speechless and static from where you stood. No, this canât be⊠âWhat, youâre still gonna deny it?â
Guilt and tremor swallowed you. âI-I just couldnât tell you at the right time.â
He was laughing, and it was a feral laugh that scared you even more. Minus the hands that were shaking in vexation, he was clearly seething inside. âYouâre so fucking pathetic,â he spat out words laced with venom, âDid you plan to keep fooling me just so Iâd have sex with you, huh? âCause no one else would do it with you so you have to ruin me and Sera? Youâre just so delusional, are you?â
Your hand almost flew to his face before you even realized what you did. The amalgam of pain, anger, and resentment was now being released from your bottle of emotions as you burst out crying. âH-How dare you! How fucking dare you say that to me!â You punched his chest with your fist as tears kept flooding your eyes, cascading down to your cheeks like waterfall. You could barely breathe from the tightness in your chest, you could barely see from the tears that blurred your vision. âY-You donât know what I have to endure just by staying with an asshole like you!â
âYou deserve it,â he gritted, holding your wrist as you tried another failed attempt to swing your trembling fist on his chest. It was painful. Everything was painful. You knew he never regarded you as a real wife, but to tell you that you deserved every bit of agony was beyond heartless. Merciless. But even in your sobbing state, he didnât hold back, âWhyâd you hide that you donât want a baby, then? Youâre so scared that Iâd stop fucking you?â
Unbelievable. Truly, painfully unbelievable. âYou decided upon yourself that you wanted a baby without asking me!â Yelling at his face allowed you to release more tears. The searing ache that burned your skin was fatal to your heart, because at this point, your chest pains were only getting worse. âYou wantâyou want a baby because it was your promise when you were six? Are you insane? You made vows with me on our wedding day and you already broke them! What m-makes you think Iâd hold onto your meaningless childhood promises?â
While his nose flared with deep-seated rage, his eyes were now mirroring the pain in yours. You knew not to believe that he was hurt because Satoru Gojou was no more than a spineless soul. âDonât say that Iââ
âNo, you donât get to talk!â You pushed him despite the heavy flow of tears that gushed out of your eyes. Your chest heaved from the lack of oxygen as you weeped, but none of it stopped you from reaching your breaking point. Your husband could see it. He could see that you were about to explode in the most gut-wrenching sight possible. âY-You⊠I hate you! You never t-try to see what itâs like for m-me! Itâs always about you and Sera, always a-about your happiness and hers⊠What about me? When do I ever get to free myself from this pain? Iâm so tired of having to keep it together for the sake of this marriage! Did you really wanna s-subject my child into the same pain that you were putting me through?â You took a momentary pause so you could allow yourself to breathe, flooded by the overwhelming amount of tears that you were releasing. âI donât want my kid to grow up with a father that doesnât value his own marriage! Youâre so fucking selfish, you know? Youâre so⊠Itâs the first time I ever decided for myself, to not carry your child because I know that I wonât be able to stomach seeing my own flesh and blood growing up in the same household as you did!â
The minute of hesitation that went through Gojouâs mind was his slightest form of sympathy. He might have realized how youâve been feeling all this time now that you were willingly spitting out words into his face, but for the most part, he didnât say anything to defend himself. He only grabbed your arm, confusion contorting on his face because he wasnât sure whether he should keep up with his anger or he should feel bad for hurting you.
Knowing Satoru, he would end up choosing the former. âI never wanted this marriage.â
âAnd nor did I!â Perhaps you have gone unhinged, but you were emitting tearful laughs while you sobbed. âYou said I ruined it for you,â you began, âDonât you think you ruined it for me, too? Donât you think I wanted a happy marriage with a husband that loves me, cares for me, and treats me with respect? You disrespected me, took all of my firsts, and made fun of me! You made me feel like a mistress in my own home! I wanted a marriage that would make me happy!â
âThen why did you marry me in the first place!â he growled, loud and vehement. âItâs your fault for thinking that this goddamn marriage could ever work because it never will!â
You knew those facts. You knew that the marriage was never bound to work when his eyes were already all set on someone else. When his decision was already made up before you came into the picture. But what you didnât and could never agree on was how he was putting the blame solely on your shoulders. âStop making it seem like I placed you at gunpoint to marry me, Satoru!â you pushed him off and got out of his strong hold. âItâs a good thing that Iâm not in love with you. Itâs easier for me to leave because I donât love you enough to stay! Maybe this is why your mom left you, and you know what? Iâm glad that she didââ
âWhat did you say?â Gojou, disquieted by his rage, took a step closer with his clenched jaws and balled fists.
You didnât mean that. You didnât mean those stupid words that came out of your mouth because you saw the shock and outrage that flashed before your husbandâs widened eyes. The way he held his breath was a sign of how his blood blazed with fire at your decision to bring up his mother because of all the things that you could spitefully say, hurting him with his past was the last thing you wanted.
âS-Satoru, Iâm sorryââ Your eyes grew horrified, utterly stunned by the words that you said. You tried to reach for his arm but he was fast to swat it away, âI-I didnât mean it, Iâm sorry.â
The next thing he did was what wrecked you the most because the man had no ounce of sympathy when he slid off his wedding ring and hurled it into the ocean.
âSatoruâ!â
You couldnât believe that he did that, but more importantly, you couldnât accept how easy it was for him to throw your whole marriage away because you were never once accepted in his heart. In his life. In his soul.
âYou wanna leave, then fucking leave. I donât give a fuck anymore.â It was the last thing that your husband could say before he left you sobbing on your knees with a sore heart and tightened chest. You had to endure watching his figure fading slowly into view as you weeped and struggled to breathe, wanting to stop the pain that only heightened now that you were alone.
Alone was all you would ever be.
But seeing the ring on your finger, remembering how much you valued your marriage all while knowing that it didnât mean anything much to your spouse, you didnât think twice about jumping into the shallow waters of the sea. Your whole body quivered with the intensity of your fear, but you continued swimming to the same direction of where he threw the ring because, for your sanity, you had to find it.
You had to do everything to search for itâeven if your eyes could barely discern the view underwater, even if the squeezing pain in your heart left you no room to breatheâyou were determined to look for his wedding ring in exchange for the torment that destroyed your soul.
Unfortunately, you werenât as physically capable as the emotional martyr that you believed you were. Because in the midst of swimming deeply into the sea, you were losing air to breathe and you were going farther from the light above the surface. The water blocked out any other noise from up above and you were a minute close to fainting until your body was pulled back with desperate force.
No, it wasnât your husband. It was Getou who dragged your body out of the water and carried you back into the surface while you gasped and cried your heart out. Ieiri was right there to embrace you in her arms as you buried your face into her chest, bawling and clutching your chest with your inability to breathe. âTh-The ring. P-Please,â your muffled sobs couldnât be stopped, âIt h-hurts.â
âShh. Itâs okay,â Ieiriâs voice broke for you, especially when your hand violently trembled because not even them could save you from the agony that drowned you inside. âGetouâs gonna find it, I promise.â
You couldnât see the look on their faces because your eyes were falling heavily, but you could feel Suguruâs large hand soothing your back to ease your cries. âY/N, Iâll search for it. Itâs okay.â
I wanna die. You lost the will to carry on because you were at the apex of your painâthe summit of your agony that you could no longer proceed with life knowing that it was never bound to be better. I should just die.
Ironically, it was the last bit of memory that you could remember before the darkness temporarily shut you out from the universeâs never-ending cruelty.
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To say that he was frustrated was an understatement.
The level of anger that entered his entire body after he heard your hurtful words surpassed the twenty-five years worth of rancor that he had for his father.
Gojou wanted to hurt you, ruin you, do everything he can to spite you.
Who the fuck were you to say that he deserved to be abandoned by his mother?
It was his ill-feelings that led him back to Seraâs room, pushing her against the wall, and slamming his lips against hers for a harsh kiss. There was no passion, only roughness in his actions. Sera mistook his rage for eagerness because she allowed him to pull her hair and deepen the kiss, shoving his tongue inside her mouth that there was not enough breathing space for them both.
And at some point, he had her completely stripped off in bed. He had her in a position where her ass was up high and her face was down low. He wasnât thinking right when he rammed his unprotected cock inside of her cunt, fucking her raw and earning her loudest mewls to cry out from his hard thrusts.
He held her hips close to his crotch as he jostled her body from the back, penetrating her core with low grunts leaving his lips while he spent the next few minutes remembering how you mentioned that you didnât love him enough to stay and how you didnât want him to be the father of your child.
Good for you, he laughed in his head because he was pissed. He was too clouded by wrath that he was treating Sera like a whore, rutting his hardened cock into her with forceful movements that made her knees shake.
âS-Satoruâ!â Her whimpers were sensual albeit the lack of intimacy on his part. âJ-Just like that!â
Fuck. Fuck, he wanted to break you. He thought of all the possible things he could do just to make you regret what you said. And if it was to have sex with Sera without any caution for a possible baby that could grow in her womb after this, he would do it.
Or at least, he was only consumed by spite when he did do it. He already released thick ropes of cum when he woke up to his senses and realized what he had done, immediately pulling himself out of Seraâs cunt to ejaculate the rest of his seed out of her.
What the hell was he thinking?!
Underneath him was a smiling and panting Sera who wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to kiss his lips softly. âI love you.â
He wasnât in the right mind to respond, and it was a terrible time for Getou to slam his fist on the door, demanding his best friend to get out.
âGet the fuck outta there, Satoru!â
Sera was dumbfounded at the scene, especially when her boyfriend was scrambling to put his pants on before he rushed out of the room.
Suguruâs eyes were filled with disgust when Gojou walked out, only to be grabbed by his shirt as his best friend violently shook the tiniest trace of guilt that was left inside of him.
âHow can you behave this way in front of your wife?!â Getou yelling at his face wasnât new, what was new was the reason why he was screaming at him. âI only tolerated you because you asked for my help, not because I support all the shit that youâre doing! I didnât wanna meddle into your business âcause itâs not my marriage, but I canât stand this anymore.â
Satoru raked his fingers through his white hair in frustration. âIâm in a tough spot!â
Getou was certainly not buying his excuses anymore. âYouâre becoming like the person you hate the most,â he claimed, and Gojou was shaking his head in absolute denial. âJust leave her if you canât love her. She deserves better.â
His wife. What did Satoru just do to his wife back there?
âWh-Whereâs sheâwhereâs Y/N?â He was becoming frantic as he remembered how much you cried after he left. Only now did his conscience tug at him regretfully.
âShe passed out from crying.â Suguru let out a sigh of exasperation. âIeiri doesnât want you anywhere near Y/N.â
âButââ
âDonât push it,â his best friend couldnât even look him in the eye. âYou already lost her.â
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The Instructor - Part 3
Summary: Agent Walker starts your training.
Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader
Word Count: approx 3.2k
Warnings: smut, oral sex (m receiving), rough, fluff?
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The plane trip to DC was largely uneventful, for which you were grateful. You didnât exactly have a fear of flying, you were only scared of crashing. You handled your fear well, except during turbulence.
The flight was smooth, barring one pocket of turbulence. You gasped as the plane dropped in the air and your heart leapt in your chest and you gripped the armrests. Agent Walker was in deep concentration, reading from his laptop. Without taking his eyes off the screen he, uncurled your death grip with warm, gentle fingers, and placed your hand on his thigh before covering it with his. The plane dropped again and your nails dug into his hard muscles. You felt him tense under your touch, sucking in a breath between his teeth, and gave your hand a light squeeze.
You released your pressure on his leg after a few moments of calm air, and removed it altogether after a few minutes. Walker gave a small, dissatisfied grunt when you pulled your hand away. You put your hand back, slipping it under his and were rewarded with a content hum. You left your hand there until you landed.
Now, after disembarking the plane, not a word passes between you and Walker as you follow him out of the airport and into a waiting car. He doesnât introduce you to the driver, so you follow his lead and stay quiet. You pull up to a standard apartment building in the city, surrounded by other nondescript apartments. You both get out and enter the building as the driver leaves. You shadow Walker into the elevator where he pressed the 9thfloor. The elevator pings as it arrives at the desired level and again you wordlessly follow Walker to an apartment door where he produces a key and lets you in.
He drops his bag on the dining table and you do the same. You stand awkwardly, waiting for him to speak. Is this the room where surveillance would be set up? Is this his room? Your room? Would you be sharing the space?
A door opens and a woman in her late thirties came out. Attractive, well dressed in stylish navy pants and jacket with a knitted sweater, she had the air of confidence you have come to associate with field agents. She looks you up and down, getting your measure, probing for weakness in the same way Walker had on that first day of training. Learning from your mistake, when she meets your eyes you hold her dominant gaze.
She must have approved because she smirks and asks Walker, âIs this Agent New Girl?â
Walker raises an eyebrow and tells her your name.
She scrunches her nose up and says, âI like New Girl better.â She sticks her hand out and says, âIâm Thomas.â
You force a smile and say, âNice to meet you, Agent Thomas.â
She laughed as we shake hands and says, âCome on, New Girl. We have months of boring listening and watching to do, just call me Thomas.â
Walker picks up his bag, and looking at you he says, âIâm in 907.â He looks at his watch. He continues, completely deadpan, âYouâre on duty from six am. Be at my room by four am for a thorough briefing before you start. I suggest you sleep, itâll be a rough start if you donât.â
Your façade crumbles at his words and you bite your lip to supress the moan coming from your throat. The first words directed at you in hours were orders laced in seduction, a suggestive reminder of the power he had over you, both professionally and personally. The subtle undertones of his speech, the words he wanted to say were: âSleep, my pet. You will need it.â
Alone with Thomas, you school your features as you face her. She has a knowing smirk, and although youâre embarrassed, she is light hearted. âDonât worry New Girl, he has that effect on everyone.â
You allow a giggle to pass your lips, you had to laugh, to ease the tension in your body. Then you stop, curious. With burning cheeks, you play up the New Girl persona and ask, âShould I be worried?â You emphasise your innocence, but hide your desire by asking, âWill he, you know, take advantage?â
Thomas burst with laughter. You look at your feet, hoping the modesty ruse works. âNah, heâs not like that. Heâs hot as fuck, but cold as ice.â
No, you wanted to tell her, heâs not cold. Heâs warm, but has locked that part of himself down. You remember the burning kiss he gave you as you left your apartment, there was nothing cold in that. But you also remember the way he pulled away from your touch when your fingers sunk into his hair. No, he wasnât cold, he was shut down.
âWell, thatâs a relief,â you say to Thomas. âWhere do I sleep?â
Your alarm wakes you at 3.30 am. You had slept but it was fitful. You woke several times, once so aroused you thought you may have gotten your period you were so wet with anticipation.
You shower, dress, before going to his room, and hope Walker will offer you a coffee at some stage. You knock on his door, and pray your knees donât give out.
He answers the door in pyjama pants. You see his chest for the first time, and you canât help staring. You knew he was impressively built, but somehow his finely tailored suits hid his true size. His chest was covered in dark curly hair, and you wanted to sink your fingers into his fur. Would it be soft or coarse? Would it tickle your nose as you kissed him there? Would he allow you kiss him?
His face doesnât give anything away as he greets you simply with a nod and says, âAgent.â Standing aside from the door, he lets you in with a gruff, âYouâre early.â
You mumble an apology, and hear the door close behind you as you enter his apartment. You stand with your head down, waiting. You feel Walkerâs breath on your neck and register the heat from his body as he moves behind you. You donât know how long you stand there, but you donât move, you wait, wait for him to say something, do something, anything.
âDid you read all of the report I sent you?â He says into your ear. He is closer than you thought he was, his unshaven lip tickles the shell of your ear as he speaks.
âYes,â you reply, breathless as Walkers body presses into yours. You feel his hand wrap possessively around your throat, lifting your head. His other hand comes over your shoulder, sliding down your chest and into the top of your shirt.
âThatâs my good girl,â Walker praises you. âWe will have more time for your training,â he says as he slips his huge hand into your bra, cupping your breasts, feeling their weight, digging his fingers into your soft flesh.
Youâre confused by his words, you donât need any more training, not for this case anyway. It was a simple surveillance with express orders not to engage. One of the simplest field assignments you could get. Youâre about to ask why you would need training when you feel his lips brush your neck and hear him sniff at your skin and hair.
âI like the perfume you use,â he smells you again and you feel him press himself into your back. âKeep using it, I will add it to the rules.â
At first the words wash over you as you melt under his kisses and hands. His soft warm mouth plays with your neck while his rough hand grips your throat and kneads your breasts.
âWait,â you try to say, your thoughts are dreamlike under his touch, youâre not sure if you understand him. âTraining? Rules?â you mumble.
Walker grunts, âYouâre mine, arenât you, pet? My girl needs rules to know how to behave.â Walkerâs hand on your throat tightens and he bites into your flesh, âYou want to please me, donât you?â
Your body shudders, your heartâs rhythm becomes a faltering mess. Fear and excitement grow in your gut. You nod frantically, your voice is unreliable, you donât trust yourself not to beg for him. If just the implication of his dominance makes you feel this way, you canât imagine what it would actually be like under his control, under his rules, under his instruction.
Walker lets you go and makes his way to his dining table where his coffee and breakfast is laid out. He sits, his legs spread wide on his chair, the flimsy material of his pants, leave nothing to the imagination as you see the outline of his nearly fully erect cock. He studies you a moment, and says, âTake your clothes off, leave your underwear, stockings and heels.â
Taken aback you bite your lip a moment, and Walker tutted at your hesitation. Not wanting to annoy him further you take off your jacket, button up shirt and skirt. âGood girl,â Walkerâs smooth baritone crooned with a gentle roll of the r. Your body warms and heat fills your wet core, both from the praise and the way his eyes ravish you. Then he taps one of his knees. âSit,â he orders. Not wanting to be admonished for hesitating you go to him and perch yourself on his thigh, your legs resting between his. He wraps an arm around your waist, bouncing you slightly on his knee while he pulls you close. His chest is warm against your naked arm and his curly hair is soft as it rubs against your skin. You want to snuggle into him, but you resist and sit up straight.
âDid you eat before you came to see me?â Walker asks. You shake your head. Once again, he is disappointed. âNo more skipping meals pet, you need your strength.â
âSorry, Walker,â you say. You hated disappointing him, it upset you in a way you couldnât describe, like it wasnât just that he wasnât happy, it was that you wanted to make him happy and any time you didnât made you feel inadequate.
âWhen we are alone, I am August or Sir,â he tells you. With a grin he says, âDaddy, if youâre being playful.â
âYes, Sir,â you reply, your brows furrow in confusion. August and Sir you understood, but Daddy? Usually, Daddy was for a softer Dom, and you hadnât expected that from him. You knew he had a warmth in him, but you didnât realise he knew he had it too.
âDonât let me fool you, pet. I wonât accept bratty behaviour, I enjoy giving punishment. But, do what I want and I can be generous.â He leans over his breakfast and cuts a piece of egg and bacon off and brings the fork to your lips. âOpen,â he says.
August alternates between the two of you, feeding you a mouthful then himself. He shares his drink with you too, although you usually like cream in yours, you drink his black unsweetened coffee when he lifts the glass to your lips.
Youâre surprised at how turned on you are by sharing this moment with him. Itâs almost a glimpse into a life with him, a life where you lived together, had normal lives, maybe even married. You wanted none of those things before, but sitting on Augustâs knee, having him feed you, you wanted it.
When you were both finished, August glances at his watch. His lips draw into a tight line and you worry you had done something else to disappoint him. Then he looks and you, his eyes on your breasts then moving down your body, mapping you with his eyes. His hand moves between your knees, pushing them apart until he can see your covered slit. You close your eyes, embarrassed, knowing what he would see. He doesnât comment on the wet patch on your underwear, but you hear a small groan which makes your already throbbing core ache.
âOpen your eyes, pet.â August orders. You open them and his bright blue orbs burn into you and you notice for the first time, the brown spot covering the top of his eye. It was as if he came with a warning label, there is a dark spot within him, but his darkness was as beautiful to you as the rest of him.
You lick your lips, your urge to kiss him is strong, you want to show him you want him. The flick of your tongue calls Augustâs attention away from your eyes and he studies your lips. Your lips part, you lick them again in a silent plea to him, the anticipation too much.
With a nearly indiscernible throat clear August says, âGet up.â His voice is deep and throaty and leaves no room for argument. He guides you to his bedroom and pushes you to your knees in front of him. âIf youâre going to offer me your tongue, pet. I will take it.â
August reaches into his pants and pulls out his rapidly hardening cock. He tugs it a few times, you watched rapt as his huge hands twist over his head and down over his broad shaft. You moan as you watch him grow harder, the sight of him holding himself while looking at you is too much. You want to feel him in your mouth, make him feel good, pull from him the reward of his groans and his seed. He looks down at you with blazing azure eyes, and a menacing curl on his lip. His free hand grips your hair, guiding you to him. Without being asked you open your mouth.
There is no gentleness in August now. He presses you deep onto his cock, forcing himself into you until you gag and your stomach heaves. He pulls your head away as tears well in your eyes. âBeautiful,â he whispers.
Forcing you on him again, he fucks your mouth. Thrusting himself into you while pulling your head onto him, you fall into a daze. You keep your jaw open, trying to keep your teeth away from him, your lips fold over your teeth. The bruising action of his pumping cock cause your teeth to press painfully on your fleshy lips and you can feel them swelling. You canât see August anymore, your sight is too blurry from your tears, but you can hear him. You can hear the grunts as he punishes your mouth, the breathy âfuckâ he moans as he uses you and you know you would let him do almost anything to hear him react like that.
His rhythm starts to falter and you prepare yourself for his orgasm, excited to know how he tastes. But he doesnât, he pulls your hair back so your face pointed up to his, his lips are pulled back, his teeth bared, he sucks in breath which whistles through his teeth. You know he is close.
âKeep your mouth open,â he growls through his clenched teeth. He pumps himself now, and you want to watch but he forces you to look at his face. You watch his eye brows raise and his mouth open as his orgasm hits and the deep guttural cry of his release is followed swiftly by the thick ropes of his seed painting your waiting tongue. His pulse is uncontrolled as he decorates your lips, cheeks and chin.
A long rolling shudder moves over his body and he lets out a content moan. It was one of the single most erotic things you had ever seen. He puffs out a breath and smirks at you. You canât help but smile back, he appears so relaxed now, almost happy. Youâve never seen him happy.
He tilts his head as he uses his fingers to gather this cum onto his fingers and feeds it you. You eagerly lick his fingers clean with a moan, you feel so proud that you have made him happy. When he has finished feeding you for the second time that morning, he tucks himself in his pants and checks the time. He pulls the covers back and gets into bed, patting the spot next to him, indicating you should join him with a flick of his head.
Sliding your shoes off, you slip in beside him, he lays your head on him stroking your hair a while. You press your ear to his chest and listen to his slowing heart rate, its low reverberation almost lulling you back to sleep. He doesnât say anything for a long time and when he does speak you are surprised by his question. âWhy did you join the CIA? The real reason, not the one in your file.â
Your heart skips a beat. Does he know? Is it his way of telling me? You think for a while, not sure of how to answer. âMy aunt was an Agent. She went missing ten years ago. I didnât want to follow in her footsteps. I wanted to know what happened to her.â
Your reply was an act of trust, the answer could get you thrown out of the Agency. You werenât supposed to want to know things that were above your security clearance. Wanting to know something was dangerous. If the CIA thought you should know, they will tell you, otherwise, ask no questions.
August just hums and doesnât ask anything else. For a few more minutes you lay on his chest, until he says, âTime to clean up, Pet and get to work.â
You moan and push your face into his chest, wrapping your arms and legs around him. âI donât want to, August.â
âIf youâre going to whine when itâs time to go, then perhaps we wonât be able to do this again tonight.â His threat gets you out of bed. You are sure August doesnât make a threat he isnât prepared to go through with. âGood choice, Pet. I admit, this morning was a little selfish, but tonight we will have longer.â He promises. You go to his bathroom, wash your face and when you return you find your clothes laid on your bed with a black velvet box sitting on top.
Curious, you dress first then sitting on the now made bed you open it to find a discreet day collar. It was gold and was a simple rigid, thin ring shape that required a special hex key to open and close.
âWill you wear it?â Augustâs voice came from the doorway. Stunned you look from the collar to him and back to the collar. You donât know what to say. It was pretty and wouldnât warrant comment, but you still worried about it. Glancing at August again, you couldnât say no. Wearing his collar, having a sign of his ownership was something you hadnât dreamed he would want. But you realised how wrong you were, when August owned you, he wanted all of you and wanted you to know it.
âYes,â you say and take him the box. He opens it and places it around your neck, and you hear the mechanism click in place.
Augustâs eyes dance as he kisses your swollen and bruised lips. âNow you really are mine, Pet.â
Part 4
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âł summary- Thereâs no one who riles you up more than Kim Taehyung, your best friendâs brother. Â He knows exactly how to make you fly off the handle.
âł rating- explicit / 18+
âł word count- 6.8k
âł pairing- taehyung x reader
âł genre- smut, minor angst i guess in the form of fighting, this is one big pile of smut, thereâs some fluff too
âł warnings- yikes where to begin. Â angry sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (donât be like dis), slapping, spanking, pain kink, dom/sub elements, facefucking, really rough sex, finger sucking, derogatory names, uhhh name calling, hate sex, tae is fuckin nasty yall im thriving
âł a/n- I HAD TO REUPLOAD bc tumblr sucks lol well folks. here we are.  i was given a prompt by @ladyartemesiaâ so i blame her.  as for tae, he really came for me this week and completely wrecked me, love that for me. i really popped off here and itâs only edited by me so iâm SORRY if thereâs a lot of mistakes.  fun fact i actually wrote almost 10k of another version of this but it frustrated me so badly i scrapped it lmao Â đ€Ą HERE WE GO! Enjoy!  feel free to send in your requests and i promise to try and get it done for you!Â
Kim Taehyung could only be described in a few words.
Infuriating, bothersome, vexing.
Gorgeous, breathtaking, suave.
Absolutely, inherently maddening.
And you hate how much you absolutely melt underneath his gaze, the way your heart leaps into your throat with a single word. Â Your body, the ultimate betrayer, opens up to him as your brain screams to abort, reverse, go back to start and do not pass go.
Kim Taehyung is not just the bane of your existence, no. Â Heâs the little brother of your best friend, Kim Namjoon. Â Joonie had been in your life since you were in first grade and he in second. Â Taehyung was your age, but you hit it off with the older boy and havenât separated since. Â Your mothers joked that you would get married one day and continue on the Kim line. Â Until they found out that Namjoon was 1) bisexual and 2) hopelessly in love with, ironically, a man named Kim Seokjin. Â He reasoned to his parents that they would at least carry on the Kim name. Â
Where Namjoon was sweet, caring, and deeply compassionate towards you, Taehyung was his alter. Â Taehyung was brash, cocky and relished in watching you squirm, whether it be out of fury or the god forsaken sexual tension. Â All growing up, he was the one to pull your pigtails, trip you into puddles of mud, and tease you in front of your friends. Namjoon, ever the faithful companion, was always there to pick up the pieces of what Taehyung broke.
Itâs been that way with Taehyung ever since. A constant tug of war with each other, both unwilling to give a single inch to the opponent. Â
Your relationship with Namjoon remained steadfast as ever. Â Namjoon eventually moved in with his now-husband, Seokjin, who easily settled into your life as an additional partner in crime. Â You spent most of your days and nights settled into the couch, snuggled somehow in between or next to one of the two men you cherished most. Â You had the two best friends you could ask for and a happy life, blissfully Taehyung-free.
Until it wasnât.
A loud knock wakes you from an unexpected nap on Namjoonâs couch. Â Your eyes crack open against the glare of the sunlight streaming through the windows. Â It takes a moment to gather your surroundings. Â You recognize that youâre in Namjoon and Seokjinâs apartment, and judging by the silence, youâre definitely alone there. Â As you reach for your phone, the screen lights up the time. Â 5:34 pm. Â Well, shit. You remember eating brunch and drinking mimosas at noon with your best friends and then lying on the couch to watch Netflix. Â How had you fallen asleep for five hours? Â How did you not wake? What the fuck did Jin put in his mimosas?
The knock is insistent again, louder this time.
âJoon! Jin! itâs me! Open up!â
The voice sounds familiar in your sleep-addled mind, but not quite enough to pinpoint it. Â You push your limp body off the couch and wince at the feeling of sore muscles. Â Couch sleeping isnât all itâs cracked up to be once youâre past the age of 25.
âSorry, Namjoon isnât here-,â You open the door to explain to the guest and youâre cut off.
âWhat the fuck are you doing here?â
You rub at your sleepy eyes and allow your vision to focus, only to feel your blood stand still in your veins.
Kim Taehyung. Â Of fucking course.
âWhat do you mean, why am I here? Iâm always here,â you tut as you fold your arms to your chest. Â âWhat are you doing here?â
He rolls his eyes and holds up his hands, two suitcases clutched in each. Â Who the fuck carries 4 suitcases up three flights of stairs? Kim annoying ass Taehyung does, apparently.
âIâm moving in.â Â He pushes past you and into the living room. Â
Your mouth gapes open. Â Namjoon certainly didnât tell you this. Â Taehyung looks back at chuckles at your reaction.
âIâm guessing your best friend didnât tell you the happy news?â
You shut your mouth, quickly jumping back into composure. Â âNo, he failed to mention that,â you sniff. Â âI thought you lived with your girlfriend in Gangnam? Â What was her name? Rose or whatever?â
Tae stiffens, just slightly for a moment, before he plasters back on the bravado. Â âObviously not anymore. Â We broke up, she kept the apartment. Â Got tired of moping at my momâs house and I told Namjoon I wanted to come back to the city.â
You feel a slight tug at your stomach, guilt, perhaps? Â You clear your throat. Â âOh, Iâm sorry.â
He laughs as he sits on the couch, instantly throwing his feet onto the coffee table, like a heathen. Â âNo, youâre not.â Â
âWhat do you mean, no Iâm not? God, sorry for being polite!â
This, you reason, is why you canât sustain longer than 5 minutes of civilized conversation with your best friendâs younger brother. Â Heâs impossible.
He just smirks, and you know he loves the rise he gets out of you.
âBecause I know you, and I know you donât give a fuck about my love life.â
Au contraire. If only he knew just how much you gave a fuck.
âThat doesnât mean I canât be nice to you!â you nearly stamp your foot in frustration but hold yourself back. That would be too good of ammo for him to use against you.
âOkay, fine,â he acquiesces. âWhatever helps you feel youâre a good person.â
Youâre seeing red and you know you want to continue screaming at him but you will not stoop to his level.
âChrist, I havenât seen you in months and youâre still an asshole,â you say as you grab your keys and shoes. âAnd also, Jin will kill you if he sees your feet on his coffee table.â
You whip yourself around and open the door to leave and hear him call over your shoulder.
âGood to see you too, doll! Love the hairstyle, by the way.â
You close the door with a growl leaving your throat. Â The absolute audacity of that man.
You stomp towards the elevator to take yourself to the ground level, when you catch your reflection in the shiny metal. Your hair is in what you can only lovingly call a complete hornetâs nest. Itâs ratted and sticking out in places and you feel your cheeks burn. Â Your first reintroduction with Taehyung is with a fight AND with you looking like a fool.
This would not do. No, sir.
âKim Namjoon!â you shriek into your cell phone. Â Youâre awkwardly pressing it against your ear with your shoulder as you walk out of the convenience store under your apartment building with 3 bottles of soju and a six-pack of beer. You needed to drown your shame and sorrow, and fast.
âHello, love of my life and moon of my stars,â your best friend replies and you can hear Seokjin chuckle in the background.
âNo!â You chide, already cracking a beer open as you storm into your apartment building. âDonât you Khal Drogo me, mister! Why the fuck didnât you tell me your fucking asshole brother was moving in with you?!â
Namjoon is silent and you can tell heâs wincing on the other end of the phone. âOops?â He offers.
âYeah, big oops! A heads up would have been nice! Like, âhey best friend, your worst enemy of all time is moving in today. Maybe you shouldnât fall asleep on my couch and wake up looking like Frankensteinâs ugly wife. Oh, and also my handsome boyfriend and I will just happen to not be there when he arrivesâ.â
By this time, you can tell Namjoon has put you on speakerphone because you can hear their rich laughter loud and clear. Rude bitches.
You stab your key code into your door and lock yourself in, chugging as much of the beer as you could handle.
âAt least, even in her rants she thinks Iâm handsome,â Jin gloats.
âIâm sorry babe,â Namjoon sighs as he finally calms down. âI didnât know he would be there today. I just found out about it last night.â
You nibbled at your bottom lip, the annoying pit in your stomach feeling simultaneously guilty that he went through a breakup, unbridled joy that something brought him down a peg, and just a dash of excitement that heâs single now.
You let out a breath. âItâs okay, Joon. Â It just surprised me to see him.â
Jin butts in, âAnd because you have a big, fat, unresolved crush on him.â
âJin!â You admonish. The couple laughs again and you roll your eyes, asking yourself why you put up with the two. âI do not!â
They both hum a non-committal answer, implying they donât believe you in the slightest.
âWhatever. Â What are you guys doing, anyway?â
âWe just got home from shopping. Â God, Jin looked so good in these jeans he tried on. Â I was actually just about to suck his coc-,â
âKim Namjoon, do not finish that sentence! I do not wish to hear it!â You try to remain firm, but dissolve into giggles with the pair.
You could never stay mad at Namjoon long, even if his brother was the devil incarnate.
âDarling,â Jin calls through the phone. Â âI still expect to see you at our place tonight for our sleepover.â
Christ, you had forgotten all about your scheduled sleepover night. Â It was tradition and one of your favorite parts of your friendship with the couple. Â Jin, a literal chef, prepared a five star meal along with dessert for you while you binge watched Netflix and talked incessantly.
But you also usually slept in their spare bedroom. Â The exact one that Taehyung would be occupying.
âFuck, while heâs there?â
âOh suck it up,â Jin chides, like heâs your mother. âHeâs probably not even going to leave his room. Â Youâre not getting out of this. Â Iâm making strawberry cheesecake.â
Your mouth waters at the idea of Jinâs famous cheesecake. Â
âFine, but I get to lick the bowl and not Namjoon. Â Those are my terms.â
Namjoon squawked in defiance as Jin laughed. Â âI agree to your terms. Â Be at our place by 8.â
As you hung up the phone, you checked the time. Â 6:40. Â God, he hadnât left you with much time to get ready, did he?
And you definitely needed to get ready. Â There was no way you were entering a room where Kim Taehyung exists looking like booboo the fool, not again.
Your fingers press the 6 digit passcode to Namjoon and Seokjinâs apartment, arms heavy laden with your bag of toiletries and pajamas, and a bag full of wine.
âHoney, Iâm home!â You announce as you toe off your shoes and slide into the combined kitchen and living room.
You receive no reply, but greeted with the amused face of none other than the object of your filthiest dreams, Taehyung.
âPet names already? Â Weâre moving pretty fast, wouldnât you say?â He asks you as he lounges at the kitchen table. Â He watches you open the fridge to set the wine, as comfortable in their home as you are in yours.
âFuck off,â you grumble. âWhereâs your brother?â
Tae seemed absolutely tickled by your disgruntlement. Â âI think they mentioned something about taking a shower. Â That was 20 minutes ago, though.â
âGreat,â you sigh. âThose fucking horn dogs act as if theyâre still newlyweds. Â Weâll be waiting awhile.â Â
You tug off your sweater, leaving you to remain in a fitted tank top and yoga pants. Â You tried to maintain a comfortable look as you dressed for the evening, while keeping in mind which leggings hugged your ass and showed off your toned thighs, and a tank top that dipped low to your cleavage. Â Okay, so maybe you had ulterior motives. You wanted to make up for your dreadful appearance earlier and make him squirm, payback for the years of him doing it to you.
You watch him as he lets his eyes roam your body, eying you like he wants to ravage you completely. You feel victorious⊠and also turned on. Fuck, you played yourself.
You flop onto the couch in a huff and Tae snorts before joining you.
âWhatâs so funny?â You eye him suspiciously.
âNothing,â his smile feigns innocence. âIâm not allowed to laugh?â
You sniff in annoyance, not eager to fall for his tricks. âYouâre allowed to do whatever you want, your highness.â Â Sarcasm drips from your voice and Tae finds it even more humorous.
âI see youâre still a sassy bitch.â
You gasp, audibly startled by his language and rise from the couch, fists clenched.
âI see youâre still a conceited dick!â
He rises to meet you where you stand, eyes boring into your own with his stupid sexy grin on his face. Â âI see youâre still not one to back down from a fight.â
You step closer, close enough to feel his breath on your face. Â Idly, you note it smells like peppermint and you move closer on reflex.
âYeah? I see youâre still not one to avoid starting a fight in the first place!â you huff.
âOh, I started it?â Â
âYeah, you started it! You called me a bitch!â
You canât believe this is happening. Â You feel as if youâre 6 again and fighting with him over a toy.
âA sassy bitch, actually,â he corrects, taking another step forward, bodies touching.
âFuck you!â
âOnly if you say please,â he quips before he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours in a scorching hot kiss.
Thereâs not even a moment of hesitation on your end, immediately pulling him even closer and wrapping your arms around his neck and allowing his tongue entrance to your mouth. Â Your body reacts to his instantly, as if itâs wired to respond to him and him only. Your mind was blank of anything except Tae, only Tae please, and you acted purely on instinct alone. Â And instinct was pulling him closer and begging, more, anything he could give.
The sound of laughter coming from the hallway pulls you apart, neither of you wanting to get caught by Namjoon or Jin. Â You stare at him, his lips are cherry red and slightly swollen and the image burns into your retinas. Â He has such pretty lips after youâve kissed him.
âOh hey! Whatâs going on here?â Namjoon asks as he notices the intense eye-battle youâre engaged in with his younger brother.
It shakes you out of the spell, eye contact broken and hypnosis halted. Â
âJust, errrr,â you falter to find the right words to explain the situation.
âJust getting reacquainted.â Â Tae sounds completely unaffected, as if the passionate kiss you shared with him seconds ago was but a distant memory. Â Asshole.
âIâm surprised you two havenât thrown anything at each other yet,â Jin laughs. âOr thrown yourselves at each other.â
Both you and Taehyung whip to look directly at Jin.
âHer!?â Tae is incredulous. âGross.â
Youâll never admit out loud that his words wound you.
âYouâre an asshole, Taehyung,â you punctuate your words by turning away from him and towards Namjoon, who appears amused as ever.
âAh, I love when my best friend and my little brother are screaming at each other. Â Feels like old times. Â Can one of you cry now to complete the moment?â
Taehyung grumbles under his breath, something you canât catch, and stalks off to his room. Â The slam of his door reverberates in the apartment and Jin jumps and turns to yell down the hall at his brother-in-law.
âYah! Donât break my apartment! I still owe money on this!â
Despite Taehyungâs appearance every so often in the kitchen or living room, the rest of the night goes on with no annoying disturbances.
Jin spoils you and his husband with expensive food, and the best cheesecake youâve ever eaten in your life. Â Plus, youâre given the bowl to lick clean despite a desperately adorable pout from Namjoon you were sure would persuade Jin.
Youâre settled on the couch, snuggling in the middle of the couple as an action movie flickers across the big screen tv. Â Truthfully, you havenât paid attention to a single thing happening, your thoughts entirely too absorbed in Taehyung and that deliciously infuriating kiss. Â
Why did he do it? Â You couldnât comprehend his reasoning. Â Perhaps he was doing it to piss you off. Â Heâs never angered you with that level of intimacy before, but you didnât put it past him.
Youâre surprised when the credits of the movie start rolling and Jin and Namjoon fake loud yawns.
âOh man, Iâm beat,â Namjoon lies.
Jin is quick to join. âMe too, I think Iâll pass out the moment I hit the pillow.â
You roll your eyes at the men. âWill you two please go fuck already, I know thatâs what youâre going to do.â
Namjoon blanches, but Jin laughs and kisses your cheek. âAh, my smart, beautiful and chaotic child,â he coos. He leans in to your ear, voice low to keep his husband from listening. âI donât think Iâm the only one in this house whoâs going to get pounded into a mattress.â Â
He pulls back and winks at you, deftly ignores Namjoonâs confusion and sadness of being left out, and drags him to their bedroom with a loud âgoodnightâ.
Youâre left to stew in your own emotions, which is never a good thing. Â Was the tension that obvious? You always assumed it had been one-sided, but the kiss befuddled you more than youâd like to admit.
It finally snapped in your mind, all the dots connecting. Thatâs why he did it. Â
He kissed you so youâd stew and simmer and eventually erupt, like youâre doing now. Â Taehyung knows you too well for your comfort.
You grab your bag of clothes and storm towards the bathroom to change, promising yourself to forget about the kiss and not give Taehyung what he wants.
Except youâre not very good at promises, especially to yourself.
You canât say youâre excited to sleep on the couch again. Â While itâs a nice couch, itâs definitely not a bed and your back will pay the price tomorrow. Â You supposed it was better than the floor, but not by much.
After dressing in your pajamas, a purposefully picked out combination of tiny shorts and a sports bra in case Taehyung happens upon you, you return to your bed for the night in the living room.
Namjoon graciously left blankets and a pillow out for you, and youâre complaining internally about Taehyung the whole time you make yourself a spot to sleep. Â If it wasnât for stupid Taehyung and his stupid existence, youâd be sleeping like a baby on the guest bed that you loved. Â But no, they relegated you to the couch like an animal.
Sleep was not in the cards tonight, it seems. Â You toss and turn and try to press at the cushions to move a lump around and get comfortable, but itâs all for naught. Â Youâre wide awake and very, very uncomfortable. Â You didnât understand how you fell asleep on this very couch earlier in the day. Â Maybe the mimosas you had at brunch with the couple had been helpful.
A thought crosses your mind. Alcohol. Â Maybe a nice glass of wine would help tuck you into a peaceful, dreamless sleep. Â A nightcap. Of course. Â You were angry at yourself for not thinking of it hours ago. Â
You slipped out of your disagreeable bed and into the kitchen, trying not to make a sound. Â Jinâs beloved kitchen was also an echo chamber of noise, even the slightest sound bouncing off its walls and amplifying it through the whole house. Â You still remember the way you jumped five feet in the air when Jin accidentally broke a plate. Â It sounded like a bomb explosion.
You bite your lip as you carefully pry the cabinet of wine glasses open, careful to not even allow a squeak of a hinge. Â You silently beg to stay silent and not wake anyone in the house. Â You didnât want to be caught drinking wine at 2 am in the dark, thatâs difficult to explain without looking like an alcoholic.
With glass in hand, you tiptoe the fridge to pull out the bottle of merlot, thinking the heavy red wine would be the best to get you sleepy and quick. Â
You tug the cork from the bottle and pour a healthy amount into the stemware with a smile. Â Liquid sleep. Â And you had done it without making a single sound. Perfection. The smell of the alcohol permeates through your nose as you lift the glass, placing it to your lips to take a sip.
âWine at this hour?â the unexpected voice of Taehyung echos through the kitchen, making you yelp and jolting you hard enough that you drop the hard-earned glass of wine to the tile floor, red wine splashing as the sound of glass shattering is reverberating off the walls.
âFuck!â You screech at the intruder. Â Taehyung doubles over, laughing as if heâs seen nothing funnier than what just transpired. Â âYou asshole!â
You listen past Taehyungâs incessant laughter to ensure the owners of the apartment hadnât awoken during the ruckus. You definitely did not want to face a tired and agitated Jin to tell him you shattered one of his Tiffany crystal goblets.
Beyond Tae, the house is silent and youâre thanking whatever god is listening for keeping your best friends asleep.
The wine is everywhere, spilling into the cracks of the tile and splattered on the walls. Â The crystal stemware is too; it shattered with such force that you see flecks of the shrapnel in all four corners of the room.
Tae wipes a tear from his face and you square a tempestuous look at him. Â
âFucking help me! Â You made me drop it!â
Through snorts, he replies. âI didnât make you do anything. Â You did that on your own.â Â Although he is arguing with you, heâs gingerly stepping into the kitchen and kneeling to pick up shards of glass.
âI wouldnât have dropped it if you had come into the room like a fucking normal person,â you grit.
He collects the glass, the delighted grin on his face now permanent. Â Heâs relishing in your annoyance, you know he is, and it burns you from the inside out.
âItâs not my fault you didnât hear me.â
âYou could have turned on the light! Why were you in the dark like a freak?â Â Youâre grasping at straws, anything to pin this all on him. Â It would quell the fire in your belly to push it all onto him, make you feel as if youâve won.
Taehyung levels a look at you. Â âAnd you werenât also in the dark? Pouring a gallon of wine for yourself?â
Your cheeks flare red. Fuck, he definitely caught you there. Â Youâre playing verbal poker with him and the hand youâre dealt falls flat compared to his royal flush. Â He grins, knowing he has you.
âFuck you,â you snark, you go to insult when youâre backed into a corner.
âAh, doll,â he winks. Â âWe talked about that. Â Be careful what you wish for.â
The fire inside you is roaring to an inferno now, flames licking to your core. Itâs a complicated mixture of anger and sexual energy. Itâs infuriating that heâs able to make you feel every single emotion to the extreme. You hate that arguing with him turns you on, like itâs some perverse foreplay. Â
You moisten your lips with your tongue as you process his words, and Taeâs eyes hungrily track the appendage as it glides over your lips.
âFuck. You.â You emphasize perfunctorily.
All thoughts of wiping up the mess are forgotten as Tae drags both you and himself off the floor and steers you to the living room, lips feverish against your own. Â He pushes you into the couch and tugs his shirt off, before replacing his lips to yours. Â
âFuck, youâre so fucking hot when youâre a bitch,â he groans as he snaps the strap of your sports bra. âSeeing you get all worked up makes me so hard.â
Heâs not wrong. You can see through his mesh basketball shorts that heâs sporting an impressive package, rock hard in its clothed prison.
âYeah?â You bite at his lip.
âHell yeah.â Â His hands work to the elastic band under your bust and tugs the offending material off, tits springing free as he throws it to the floor. Â
âHoly shit,â Taehyung breathes as he gets a good look at your chest.
You shake them gently, grinning as he watches them jiggle. Â âYou like what you see?â
He smirks and pinches a nipple, wiping the coy smile off your face and turning it into a moan. Â âI like when youâre mouthy, but donât push it.â Â
He lowers his head to the nipple heâs still pinching in his fingers, licking at it and replacing his fingers with his mouth. Â Heâs moaning around the nipple, and youâre gasping for more. Â His hot mouth sucks at you, teeth nibbling and pulling it until youâre whimpering in delicious pain.
âFuck!â He cries as he pops away from your nipple. Â âYouâre so fucking hot.â
Your body warms at his words, arousal pooling between your legs. Â Youâre sure that your thighs are drenched in your essence.
He slurps your neglected breast into his mouth, ensuring your nipples are equally abused. Â His tongue is skilled but his mouth is messy, saliva dripping all around your tit and itâs the hottest fucking sight youâve ever seen.
Heâs pulling away again and pinching both nipples with his hands simultaneously. âAnd youâre so fucking annoying.â
Youâre pleading for more or to stop, youâre not sure. Â He continues.
âMm, Iâm gonna fuck you until youâre a good little bitch for me. Listening to every fucking thing I say.â
He releases your nipples, and you finally find the ability to focus again, staring directly at him.
âOh, you think youâre that good?â you sass as you attempt to catch your breath. Â âPut your money where your mouth is.â
Tae grips your chin roughly, face inches away from yours with a sadistic grin. âYouâre going to regret those words, baby.â
Instantly, heâs standing up and tugging his shorts down to let his cock spring free. Â Your brain misfires as you visually measure his cock and your mouth goes dry. Heâs thick and long. The bulbous head is dripping pre-cum, begging you to slurp it up.
âHow about I put my money where your mouth is,â he suggests as he grabs a fistful of your hair. Â
He teasingly rubs his cock on your lips and cheeks, makes you whimper with need. Your tongue is sticking out, desperate for him to lay it on you.
âAlready so fucking greedy,â he grunts and in one motion, directs his dick into your open mouth. âIâll fuck your throat, yeah? Greedy bitches love getting face fucked.â Â He is still for a beat more, eyes searching yours for consent and you nod with his cock still in your mouth. He winks, then begins a rapid pace, his cock fucking into your mouth and throat.
Youâre sure you look like a goddamn mess with saliva dripping from your mouth as Taehyung punishes your throat with his thrusts. Â You gag and moan around him, and he tightens his grip in your hair as you see stars.
Itâs indescribable. Never have you felt such pleasure from sucking cock, but Tae commands your entire body, willing you to drip with anticipation.
âMy little fuck toy, god you feel so fucking good,â he hisses. âYouâre gonna swallow my cum, baby.â Â
His hips are stuttering, heâs close, and youâre sucking him harder, cheeks pulling in harder to vacuum him in. The pressure makes him groan out loud.
âSo good, so fucking good. Get ready for your prize, baby,â his voice cuts off in a gasp, as his cock twitches violently. His legs shake and he doesnât hold back the moans of his orgasm, gasping as he feels rope after rope spill down your hot throat.
Your big doll eyes are twinkling up at him, lips still wrapped around his cock. Taehyung is sure itâs the hottest thing heâll ever see in his lifetime. Â You on your knees, subservient to him and thriving for it.
âMmm, I like it when your mouth is full like this,â he slowly pulls out of your mouth, albeit reluctantly. âCanât talk back to me when youâre sucking my cock like a whore.â
You smile and stick out your tongue, pleased to show him you happily accepted his cum.
âGood fucking girl,â he coos as he grips your chin again. âDid you like my cum?â
You nod, brain fried from the heat of the room.
âUse your words,â he grits and grips your jaw harder. Itâs enough to shock you into compliance.
âY-yes! Fuck, I love your cum, Tae.â Â Your words are breathy and raspy, throat raw from his barrage.
âI knew you would, filthy slut. Â Sit on the couch.â He orders and youâre quick to scurry and sit on the makeshift bed you made.
His hands are tugging down your shorts quickly. No teasing or seduction here, not now. You lift your hips, and he throws them aside. Your legs close on reflex, making him growl.
âDo not hide yourself from me.â His tone is dark and you canât help but shiver as you open yourself up to him. You want to talk back, want to fight and bite at him, but youâre quickly losing the ability to even speak, and youâre aching for him.
âWhereâs my mouthy little bitch? Youâre awfully quiet. Did I finally break you?â He teases, pressing your legs upward, knees to your ears. Itâs pornographic how on display you are for him, soaking wet cunt front and center.
âThe great Taehyung thinks he can break me with his cock,â you mewl, mustering all the false confidence you can. Youâre lying through your fucking teeth and you both know it, but you continue. âYouâll have to do more than that.â
Your pussy is quaking with need now, desperate for a single touch. His hands maintain purchase on the backs of your thighs, holding them up.
âThere she is,â he bites at the flesh of your leg closest to him which makes you jerk in his hold. âGonna fuck the brat right out of you.â
He removes a hand from your thigh and youâre quick to pick up the slack, holding the thigh in place to maintain his open show of your pussy.
âTry me,â you murmur, and youâre instantly regretting your words as a harsh slap descends and lands square on your cunt.
You nearly scream, pain flooding your wanton pussy, before turning into delicious pleasure that stings and tingles right at your clit. It sizzles, and warmth blooms where his hand was.
âThatâs for not believing me.â Â His eyes are feral and you want to bottle this memory forever. Â
Another slap has your legs trembling, eyes rolling back as the burn turns to a low heat. Â Youâre dripping your wetness down onto the couch and Jin will kill you, but you donât care.
âThat was for calling me a dick,â he smirks.
Smack.
Tears spring in your eyes as the slap brings more pleasure than pain, desperately close to your edge.
âLook at you, you could cum just from this, couldnât you?â
âF-fuck! Yes, please, I need more, please!â Your cunt is clenching around nothing, desperate for friction and leaking out of you like a faucet. Taehyung marvels at you, legs spread so far, with a cunt weeping with arousal for more. He canât wait to dive in there, but heâs not finished with you yet.
âMore? I donât know if you deserve more, baby, youâve been awfully mean to me,â he tsks, breathing hot air on your clit, making you whine.
âP-please! Iâm sorry!â Youâre sure you will black out with how desperately you need him. You need him more than you need oxygen.
âBeg.â
Youâre quick to submit. Thoughts of fighting back are long gone, youâre his wanton little slut now.
âPlease, please! Pleaseeeee, make me cum! Iâll do anything.â
âAnything?â He asks with an arch of his eyebrow.
Youâre nodding wildly, gazing at him with desperate, watery eyes.
âAnything, I need you so f-fucking bad it hurts!â
By the time the words leave your lips, heâs thrusting two fingers into your cunt viciously, fingering you ferociously. He arches them, rubbing against your spongy g-spot and making you scream. He knows youâre close, knows you only need one little push off the edge. He plays your body like a skilled practitioner.
âCum on my fingers, baby. Let me see my greedy little bitch milk my fingers.â
Your body and mind react accordingly, deep down you know your body is owned completely by him, all his. Â Your orgasm explodes and you think you actually scream, your vision is black and your hearing goes silent for a moment as you cum harder than you have in your life. Â Youâre squeezing his fingers with your pussy so tight and Taehyung is gently licking all the juices from his hand with his fingers still inside you.
It takes time to descend from the separate plane of existence Taehyung sent you too, but you come back and watch as he laps at the liquid of your cunt and on his hand like itâs a vital necessity. His fingers remain in your walls, and he refuses to break eye contact with you. Youâre positive you could cum again from the sight.
âMy little cockslut tastes so good, just how I like,â he tells you tenderly. âLike cherries, so sweet. Â My little cherry.â
Your cunt is aching and warming back to life as he pulls his fingers out of you. The loss is immense and youâre whimpering for more.
âAh, ah,â he hushes you. âNo whining. Youâll take what I give you. Â Suck my fingers clean. Taste yourself.â
He presses his fingers into your mouth, earning him a sigh, the taste of you filling your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his fingers and suckle each one to ensure your tongue laves the entire surface.
âFuck,â he whispers and itâs his first crack in his steel reserve. âNeedy.â
He pulls his fingers from your mouth and presses against you to kiss. Itâs gentle, sweet, and nothing compared to the man assailing your pussy with slaps moments ago. It thrills you just the same and you return in kind, threading your hands in his wavy hair.
He pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, a moment of gentleness you actively welcome.
âThis little cunt ready for me?â He whispers and youâre whimpering your reply.
âPlease, fuck me. I need you to fuck me until I canât walk.â
He grins and presses a kiss to your lips again, sweet and chaste, before he pulls away and slides down to attach those same sinful lips to your pussy.
Itâs so unexpected you flinch and manage a cry as his tongue slurps up more of your delicious essence and his mouth moves to suckle on your clit. Youâre not sure where the fuck he learned these tricks, but you know now you will never let him go.
âTaehyung!â You cry at the sensation. âFuck!â
After receiving the reaction he was desperate for, he slips his tongue into your walls deep and gathers as much of you as he can, before heâs pulling back and swallowing you down.
âI couldnât resist. Your cunt was made for me to devour.â
He doesnât allow for a response as he throws your legs over his shoulders and lines himself up at your core.
âCondom?â He asks you, and you level a quick look at him.
âI donât live here! I donât have any!â Â Youâre savage, terrified heâll pull his cock away when all you want and can think about is the way heâll feel pounding into you.
âDonât be rude, baby,â he reminds you with a swat to your ass. âIâm clean, promise. You?â
You nod quickly, reveling in the spankâs tingle. âSame. I have an IUD too,â you sigh. Thank god for medical birth control implants.
âGood. Youâre the only pussy Iâm gonna fuck from now on,â he promises. You know you must talk about this later, when youâre thinking rationally and not with your aching pussy. Â
Your heart stutters and leaps into your throat but all is forgotten as he plunges into your tight heat.
âOhhhhh shit, ahhh,â he gasps. âBaby, youâre so fucking tight and wet.â Â Heâs on the verge of whining, becoming just as needy and greedy as you. Â He wastes no time in setting a pace.
His cock fills you completely, his angle allowing him to go as deep as he can, pressing the beginning of your cervix. Â This is surely what heaven feels like. Â It feels like the completeness you feel with Taehyung fully sheathed inside you.
It comes alive with flames and explosions as he fucks you, hips pistoning to plunge in and out of you with tenacity. Â He fucks you like he laces every single thrust with more, more than just sex. He fucks you with purpose.
Youâre moaning like a pornstar now, high pitch wails and gasps and breathy moans are all you can manage. âTaehyung, yes! Feel so g-g-good!â
âThatâs right baby, scream my fucking name. Make sure all the neighbors know who fucking ruined you,â he nearly spits, cock thrusting into your core at an impossible speed. âI want you to tell all of Korea who owns you. Who owns this tiny little cunt?â
The wind leaves you, and youâre gasping for air, gaping mouth open as you try to reply. It takes him fucking into you harder a few times before you feel it rush back into you.
âYou, Taehyung! Â You! Â Fuck, I love your cock!â
His thumb rubs at your engorged clit, allowing it the friction it seeks. Â He bends forward and wraps his other hand around your throat, squeezing. Â
Losing air combined with the friction on your clit has you keening, so close to the edge. You try to babble his name but nothing comes out.
âLook at my pretty little slut taking my cock so well,â he praises. Â âYou have the greediest pussy, donât you? You need my cock daily, baby. Need to put my mouthy bitch in her place, remind her whoâs in charge.â
He slows his pace but his thrusts are punishing, fucking into you as hard as he can. Your orgasm is climbing so impossibly high.
âF-fuck!â You gasp as he releases his grip on your neck. âGonna cum! Please let me cum!â Â
âYeah baby, cum for me. Â Cream your greedy pussy all over my cock.â
The world stops spinning as you hit the height of your climax and plunge down. Â Your vision goes black and your body is quivering and convulsing nearly as hard as your cunt is. Taehyung hisses at your walls sucking him in, as if youâre begging for his cum, begging for more.
âFuck, good girl, baby, holy shit,â heâs breathless and so close.
Youâre overstimulated, boneless, but he wrought two of the best orgasms youâve ever felt in your life and youâll be damned if you leave him high and dry. Â You bite your lip as you move with him, hips pounding against each other. His face is scrunched up and you know heâs close when heâs stuttering on his words. Â You take over for him.
âPlease cum in me baby, please. Â Fill me up. Iâm yours, baby, mark my little cunt as yours.â Â You donât know where itâs coming from, but you keep it going. It feels as natural as fucking him does. âPlease, Taehyung!â
At the sound of his name leaving you in a whine, he spirals down his own completion. He feels his cock pulse as he empties his load into you, your walls still reverently beckoning for him. Heâs calling out your name, grasping at your tits as he finishes and youâre smiling from ear to ear. Your pussy is warm with his seed and youâre positive itâs the way you want to feel every single night.
âHoly fuck,â Taehyung rasps as he pulls his cock out of you. He thrills as he watches his cum follow, slipping out your folds and down your thigh. âI definitely marked you.â
You hum in reply, finally allowing yourself to soak in the haze of orgasmic bliss. Tae presses his head to yours again, kissing you sweetly.
âCome sleep in my bed?â He asks. He means more behind it. He wants to ask you to sleep in his bed every night, stay with him every day, be the one he grows old with. He knows thereâs still more to talk about, wounds of the past to heal, but now youâre with him, and he knows heâll work through anything.
You nod, and kiss him again, understanding his hidden meaning laced in his words.
A sly smile spreads across his face. âLast one to bed has to take the blame for the wineglass,â he teases. Your head spins as if youâve got whiplash. Â He can switch from dominating to sensitive to the little shit he is so quick.
âHey! No fucking fair! You fucked my ability to run out of me!â
âShouldnât have been such a sassy bitch,â he winks before he tears away towards his room.
âTaehyung, youâre an asshole!â You call as you limp your way behind him.
From behind Joon and Jinâs door, a critical voice bellows, âYAH! Iâll kill you if you got your jizz on my couch! And what is this I heard about my glass!!? HEY! Â Those are TIFFANY. CRYSTAL. THE DISRESPECT!â
You slip into Taehyungâs bed and wrap yourself around him, the two of you gasping with mischievous giggles.
Kim Taehyung will always be the one who knows how to drive you wild. Heâll always aggravate and infuriate you, send you reeling.
But now you didnât think you minded it at all.
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pairing: enji todoroki x oc
rating: explicit
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summary: a summer getaway gets heated, in more ways than one.
warnings: none
a/n: part of @delirieum's hot milf summer collab!
Sheâs always had a dislike for summer. The sticky, humid heat. The influx of tourists, which meant more crime. The increase in her number of patrols. Summer meant more work in near unbearable conditions.
There is one plus to summer, though. It means the kids are out of school, so she gets to spend more time with them. Sure, during the day sheâs always on patrol, but then she gets to pick them up from her parentsâ house and take them to pick out dinner. They donât have to be in bed for school, so she can introduce them to her favorite childhood movies.
This summer is different, though. Her parents are taking their grandkids on a vacation and she canât go with them. Work is having their own week-long mandatory âvacationâ, which involves flying out to an island for team-building exercises disguised as fun. Itâs the first time the agency has done something like this, but her guess as to why is as good as anyone elseâs.
âMommy, do you have to go?â Her youngest asks. She kneels before him, giving him a soft smile.
âIâm sorry, sweetie, but mommy has to go because of work.â He pouts, crossing his arms with a frown.
âI donât want you to go.â Isaac looks close to tears. âI donât want to go with Nanny and Pappy. I want to go with Mommy.â
âIsaac,â she brushes tears from his cheeks with a thumb. âDonât cry, sweetheart. Mommy will be back. And Iâll call every night before bedtime.â
âPromise?â He sniffles. She nods, holding out her pinky. He grins, wrapping his much smaller pinky around hers.
âI pinky-promise,â she answers. His tears have started to dry up.
âOkay,â he finally relents. âIâll go with Nanny and Pappy.â
âThatâs my boy,â she ruffles his hair, the curls catching occasionally. He doesnât seem to notice.
He runs off towards the front door, giggling the whole way. She stands, watching him go with a smile. Heâs always been a cheerful kid, willing to do as she asks. Sheâs grateful for it. However, her eldest isnât as agreeable. Perhaps being close to ten, sheâs just going through a face. She was a fussy baby, though, so something tells her she just takes too much after her father.
âWhy do I have to go?â Hazel starts. âIâm old enough to make my own decisions.â
âHazel,â she reproaches. âI donât have time to find you a babysitter. Nanny and Pappy already agreed to take you somewhere fun.â
âUgh,â she groans. âWhatever, mom.â Hazel storms off without another word. She frowns, watching her go. If only there was some way she could make both of them happy. She hadnât lied, though; the trip for work was very sudden and she didnât have time to look for a babysitter. It was only through luck that her parents had agreed to take them on vacation with them this year. Perhaps because they were both old enough not to need as much supervision and constant care.
With a sigh, she grabs her suitcase once more and climbs into the taxi. She really wishes she could have given Hazel a goodbye hug, but she knows her daughter well enough to know that wouldnât have gone down easily. There would have been a lot of yelling and pushing, possibly some kicking. She really hopes Hazel doesnât regret not saying goodbye.
The taxi drops her off outside the entrance of the airport. She takes her suitcase from the trunk before heading inside. The layout is huge, but everything is clearly marked and mapped. She has no issues finding the check-in for the airline. Finding the gate is even easier, since each gate is in a specific order. She sits down to wait for their boarding time, taking her phone out to make sure there are no calls or texts from her parents. Thankfully, there are none so everything must be alright.
She decides to look around the area from her seat, spotting several familiar faces in the seats around her. They all seem absorbed in their own activities, so she leaves them be. She was never really familiar with any of the other sidekicks, anyway. Being a single parent meant she didnât have much time for get-togethers, so she was always turning down invites after patrols. Theyâre always friendly towards her, however, so she thinks theyâre all on good terms. They probably understand her hesitance to leave her kids at home with the babysitter longer than needed.
After a while, itâs time to board the plane. Itâs her first time flying since before Isaac was born, but she still remembers the drill. Show your boarding pass, get it scanned, find your seat. Itâs very straightforward. Everything about the trip so far has been, which is something sheâs grateful for. Sheâs not a huge fan of surprises. Never has been. Although she supposes Isaac and Hazel are two surprises she absolutely couldnât live without.
Soon, the pre-flight announcements are beginning. Sheâs surprised to see no one in the seat beside her. Itâs nearly a full plane, though sheâs not going to complain. It just means she has more room to stretch out. She listens to the pre-flight announcements, turning off her phone as instructed. She takes her in-flight bag off the floor, putting it in the empty seat beside her. She couldnât quite reach the overhead bin and had been too embarrassed to ask for help.
The plane takes off, bringing with it a slew of emotions. Sheâs excited to be going somewhere, even if itâs for work, but sheâs going to miss her kids. Not being able to see them for an entire week? Itâs an entirely new experience for her. Sheâs been home with them basically since they were each born. Sheâs been there to kiss ouchies better, to read them stories before bed, tuck them in with a kiss on their foreheads. Sheâs been there to wipe their tears, to make them smile and laugh. Being away from them will be a new experience for all of them, but at least they wonât be completely alone. She trusts her parents to take care of them, just like they cared for her as a child.
She takes comfort in that thought, relaxing back against the seat. She hadnât realized how tense sheâd been the whole time, but once she relaxes the soreness of her muscles makes itself known. She rubs at her thigh, trying to soothe some of the pain. It works, to some degree. Sheâll just have to remind herself to relax and take something for the pain once the plane lands.
She rests her head against the headrest, closing her eyes. Nothing wrong with a nap on the flight. Just as long as the turbulence of landing wakes her, sheâll be fine. She feels herself slipping into unconsciousnessâŠ.
The island is beyond anything she could have imagined. Itâs lush and tropical, palm trees dotted everywhere. The air smells like salt from the sea, but somehow still refreshing compared to city air. Even the hotel is magnificent. Thereâs an indoor spa! Sheâs never stayed anywhere with its own spa.
They arrive late the first day, so theyâre told to find their rooms and get settled in. Theyâll receive instructions the next day, according to Burnin who is giving the orders. She wonders if Endeavor will show or if this whole event is being organized by Burnin. Sheâs certainly capable of doing it.
She spends the first night unpacking and familiarizing herself with the hotel. Thereâs so many extra amenities and she hopes she has time to try out some of them. She takes photos of the view from her hotel window, sending it to her parents so they can show Isaac and Hazel. When sheâs finished exploring, she retires to her room and makes the promised call.
Everyone is doing great, of course. They also made it to their hotel, which Isaac excitedly informs her has an indoor pool. Hazel is much less talkative, but seems to be in high spirits even if she doesnât outright say it. Sheâs glad theyâre enjoying their trip so far and hopes they keep up the momentum. When they finish swapping stories, she wishes them goodnight and tells them sheâll talk more tomorrow.
The next day, they all have breakfast in the hotelâs cafĂ© before convening outside. Itâs more upscale dining than what sheâd have expected. Once outside, Burnin gathers everyone close before speaking.
âHello, everyone!â Her voice easily carries across the crowd. âI hope youâre ready for a fun week!â
There are cheers from the other sidekicks.
âWell, have I got a surprise for all of you.â Sheâs close enough to see Burnin grin. âThereâs no agenda for this week, aside from getting out there and having fun together!â
No agenda? Sheâs a little surprised by that. She thought this was a mandatory team-building trip, not just a vacation. She feels conflicted. On one hand, sheâs glad for the opportunity. On the other, she had fully expected the week to be planned out for her so now sheâs at a loss.
What does one even do on vacation? Itâs been eighteen years since sheâs done anything by herself. Sure, sheâs taken weekend trips with Hazel and Isaac but never alone. And never somewhere so opulent or tropical. She doesnât know what to do with herself now.
âNow get out there and have fun!â She snaps back to reality at the sound of everyoneâs cheers, before shuffling back inside the hotel. Whatever she wants to do, huh?
She changes into something more comfortable, having expected there to be training. Thankfully, she had thought ahead and packed extra clothes on the off-chance there was any free time. It looks like her foresight had come in handy, as she takes out her bathing suit and coverup. Nothing like a trip to the beach.
Sheâs surprised that thereâs no rigorous training. Endeavor is known for running a tight ship, so this whole trip seems out of character. Then again, ever since his last major fight, something had changed. Heâs still just as strict, but he seems almost approachable now. A little more lenient. Sheâs certainly not as terrified of being called to his office anymore.
She wonders if heâs come on this trip, as well, or if heâs staying back at the office. He could use the trip, she feels. Heâs always working so hard. Besides, she swears she saw his youngest in the crowd. If his son is here, surely he wouldâve come as well.
Someone clears their throat behind her and she startles, realizing sheâs just been staring at the open elevator doors. She shakes her head, murmuring an apology, and enters the elevator. The figure behind her enters, as well, and as she turns her eyes go wide.
âEndeavor, sir,â she hurries to greets, giving a polite bow. âThank you for this opportunity.â
He doesnât say anything, just looks at her with a grimace. She wonders if sheâs said something wrong before he grumbles something under his breath, inclining his head in acknowledgment. He doesnât say anything else, but sheâs shocked to see him. She wants to comment on it, but the elevator arrives at the ground floor before she can figure it out.
âAh, Endeavor, sir,â she calls out without thinking.
âPlease call me Enji.â She canât help the eyebrow that raises. âWeâre on vacation. Iâm not your boss right now.â
âOf course, Enji, sir.â He doesnât look pleased with the added âsirâ so she tries again. âAlright. Enji.â It feels awkward coming out of her mouth. Heâs been her boss for the better part of a decade and never once called him by name.
He seems pleased by the amendment on her part, though itâs hard to tell with him. She shifts her weight from foot to foot, trying to figure out why she even called out to him. He waits, turquoise eyes trained on her.
âWould you like to come to the beach with me?â She almost smacks herself with how bold sheâs being. Sure, heâs been nice to her over the past few months, but that doesnât mean he wants to be friendly.
He looks just as surprised by the offer, one eyebrow raised. She purses her lips to keep from saying anything more, waiting on an answer. Her heart pounds in her chest. Finally, he speaks.
âYouâre going to the beach?â She nods. âIâll accompany you. I was headed there regardless.â
She takes in his appearance for the first time, noting the swim shorts. Heâs wearing a white t-shirt, a towel slung over his shoulders. She nods to show she understands, eyes moving back up his hulking frame, to find his eyes also looking over her.
Had she just been caught checking out her boss?
Had she just caught her boss checking her out?
The thought brings warmth to her cheeks. She ducks her head down, though sheâs sure heâs already seen her blush. She decides to take the lead, brushing past him towards the door. She can feel him follow, after a few tense seconds.
She feels a little silly. Sheâs too old to be checking out other men, let alone her boss. It doesnât matter if heâs older; he has his own family. She knows he has at least three kids, though sheâs never heard about their mother. He has to be married, though. Thereâs no way a man like him hasnât been snatched up.
She tries to push those thoughts aside, instead focusing on walking down to the beach. Itâs not far from the hotel; might as well consider it the backyard. The closer they get, the more of the ocean she can smell. Sheâs not sure itâs an entirely pleasant scent.
There isnât much in the way of conversation. For her, itâs just too awkward to start one and heâs not exactly known for being chatty. Sheâs sure he doesnât find it awkward at all, the silence. But she does.
As she scrambles to come up with something to say, they finally arrive at the beach. Thereâs a few others on the beach, rainbow color of towels spread along the sand. She tries to find a spot some distance from the main crowd, not wanting to interrupt or intrude.
She expects him to part once they reach the beach, but he keeps pace with her easily. She did invite him to come with, but she hadnât actually expected him to follow through. Sure, they talk at work about work. But conversations about patrols are entirely different from conversations about life and the weather.
They lay their towels out, red and blue side by side. Itâs a little closer than sheâd been expecting, but still a respectable distance apart. She hesitates a brief moment before pulling her coverup off, folding it and setting it aside. She has nothing to be embarrassed about.
Hero work has been good to her. Even after two kids, her physique is still desirable. Sheâs not exactly slim, but sheâs muscular enough to hide the chub from two kids. She has very few major scars, the most notable being the faded white scar on her right leg from a piece of metal out of a falling building. Sheâs lucky it didnât take her entire leg.
âIâm going to swim,â she announces to her company. He inclines his head, again not saying anything. She leaves him where heâs reclining on his towel, heading down to the water.
She feels more comfortable in the water. Itâs cool and refreshing, compared to the sticky heat on the beach. She takes her time in the water, swimming around and floating. She even rides a few waves to the shore before swimming back out. When sheâs had enough, she returns to her towel.
EndeavorâEnji, she corrects herself. Heâs still laid out on his towel, but his eyes open when he hears her approach. She flops down onto her towel, feeling energized after her swim. She turns her head to face Enji, having felt his eyes on her.
Heâs wearing an inscrutable expression. Heâs not exactly easy to read, but it looks as if heâs taking extra care not to express any emotion. She offers him a smile, not sure what to do or say. He doesnât return it, but he does finally look away.
She peers up at the clear blue sky, wondering what kind of exchange that was. She rests her arms behind her head, closing her eyes. Itâs a vacation. Sheâs going to get in as many naps as possibleâŠ.
She wakes sometimes later, having been shaken awake. She blinks a few times to clear the sleep from her vision.
âThe tide is coming in,â Enji tells her. She nods to show her understanding before sitting up. She stretches with a yawn. âDinner?â
Sheâs not sure if itâs a question or a demand.
âSure,â she agrees. âI could go for something to eat.â She stands, grabbing her towel. She shakes off as much sand as possible before slipping her coverup back on.
âWe should change at the hotel,â he says.
âGood idea.â She looks down at herself. âA quick shower might be good, too.â She gives him a crooked smile. He nods and she swears she sees the ghost of a smile on his lips.
She feels significantly less uncomfortable on the walk back, perhaps because heâs actually not that scary. Heâs just not very talkative. And if she doesnât think about how heâs her boss, itâs almost like hanging out with a friend. A very new friend. Okay, maybe itâs still a little awkward.
Dinner is a quick and quiet affair. He doesnât say much and she isnât sure what to say. When they finish, they bid each other a good night and go their separate ways. She takes the time to call her parents so she can speak with Isaac and Hazel. They tell her all about their trip so far and she shares hers.
âYou spoke with Mr. Endeavor?â Isaac seems in awe.
âYeah, sweetie. I spoke with Mr. Endeavor.â
âCan you get his autograph for me?â She can hear the excitement in his voice.
âHis autograph?â She repeats.
âYes!â Isaac is definitely bouncing on the other end. âI saw him on the TV! Heâs my new favorite Hero!â She chuckles.
âSure thing, sweetie. Iâll get his autograph for you.â It shouldnât be too difficult. He is her boss and sheâs sure heâs used to being asked for it.
âYouâre the best, Mommy!â She smiles at that.
âLove you, too, sweetie.â
âOkay, Iâm gonna give the phone to Hazel now.â Thereâs a shuffling noise before she hears Hazelâs voice.
âHow are things going, Mom?â
âTheyâre going well,â she answers. âHow are you doing?â
âItâs okay.â She hears Hazel shrug. âNanny took me to the museum, so I guess itâs alright.â
âThe museum?â She prompts. âWhich one?â
âThe Hero Museum,â thereâs a smile in her voice. âIt was pretty cool.â
âIâm glad you enjoyed yourself.â She really is. Hazel is a difficult child sometimes, but her interests arenât outside the realm of any other ten-year-old. âI love you, sweetheart.â
âLove you too, Mom,â Hazel huffs. âIâm giving you back to Nanny now.â More noise as the phone is swapped to another.
She talks to her mom for a few more minutes, just to be sure the kids are behaving. Her mom assures her that everything is fine and to enjoy her own vacation.
The next day is spent much the same: at the beach with her boss. Enji. She keeps having to remind herself. She does manage to get his autograph, explaining itâs for her youngest. He asks about him, and sheâs more than happy to talk about her kids.
He speaks about his own children, much older than her own, but thereâs pride in his voice as he speaks about them. She canât help but smile, her laughter coming freely when he tells embarrassing stories about them. It feels like sheâs getting to know him and she canât help but like what sheâs seeing.
Itâs hard not to find him physically attractive, but sheâs old enough to not be distracted by a pretty body. Sheâs worked for his agency for nearly ten years; sheâs long gotten used to the way he looks. But something about their conversations has her reassessing him.
The third day on the island, something feels different between them. He feels warmer, somehow. It isnât exactly anything particular he does. Itâs in the way they lean towards each other when they speak, the way they keep bumping into each other, the way they keep finding ways to spend time together. Itâs a combination of all these things that has her heart pounding when she sees him.
She decides to make a move. Either he ignores it or he reciprocates. Either way, thereâs no harm done. Theyâre on vacation. Perhaps sheâs feeling a little risky because of it. Away from work, away from her kids, sheâs feeling a little more brave than usual.
Itâs been years since she last was with anyone. After Isaacâs father left, she swore off dating and catching feelings in general. It was just too much of a hassle. Why now, after all these years, she isnât sure. Something about it just feels different. Feels right.
They go out for dinner as usual, but she invites him to the hotel bar afterwards. She doesnât fully expect him to agree, so when he does sheâs feeling more confident. They sit next to each other at the near empty hotel bar, drinks in hand.
When she makes a joke, laughing at it while he gives a slight grin, she reaches out to put her hand on his arm. He looks surprised by it at first, eyes going slightly wider. She wonders for a brief moment if sheâs overstepped, pulling her hand back, but he quickly grabs it before she can withdraw.
They stare at one another, neither saying anything. Itâs like heâs waiting for a signal. She nods. He moves into action, pulling her up from her seat. He keeps their fingers entwined, tugging her along to the elevator.
Itâs actually happening, she realizes, as she leads him to her hotel room. She didnât think this would ever actually happen.
He presses her against the hotel door, mouth hot and heavy on hers. She grasps at his arms, his shirt, anything she can reach to keep herself afloat. Sheâs quickly giving in, sinking further into his desires. She doesnât think she wants to fight them anymore.
His mouth moves down to her neck, biting and kissing. She canât help the sounds spilling from her and just hopes no one in the rooms around can hear her. His handsâbig, so bigâtug at her dress until sheâs slipping the straps from her shoulders and letting it fall to the ground.
His bright turquoise eyes stare at her, wearing nothing more than a pair of lacy underwear. She feels intimidated by that heavy gaze, feels the urge to cover herself.
âDonât,â he growls as he grabs her hands, pulling them away. âLet me see you.â
She lets her hands fall to the side, trying not to feel so self-conscious. She tries not to think of all the stretch marks across her belly and thighs, on the tops of her breasts. She tries to remind herself that they wouldnât be here if he didnât see something desirable about her body.
âBeautiful,â he murmurs, cupping a breast. It fits perfectly in his hand, his thumb rubbing circles against her nipple. She squirms, a moan slipping from her parted lips.
âYou too,â she tosses back. âI want to see you, too.â He grins, something crooked and slightly menacing. But he pulls away from her, tugging off his shirt and shorts. She reaches for the last piece separating them from each other, pulling them down.
She canât help but stare. She knew he was a large man, but it couldnât have prepared her for how proportionate that made him. Long and thick, red at the head. She wraps her hand around him as best she can, giving a few short tugs, and hears him groan. Will it even fit?
She doesnât have much more room for thought as he pulls her in for another kiss, tugging her towards the bed. She goes willingly, wanting nothing more than to feel him against her. He nibbles at her bottom lip and she licks at his; soon their tongues tangle together. Itâs been so long since sheâs been with anyone like this. She hopes she can make it as good for him as it feels for her.
She lays on the bed, situating herself against the pillows. She beckons him, wanting to close the distance between them. He lays himself atop her, balanced by his hands on either side of her hips. He kisses her, sweeter this time. Not as desperate.
He kisses a path down her neck, across her shoulder, before dipping to take a nipple into his mouth. She shudders, pleasure welling within her. She runs a hand through his hair, red strands tickling between her fingers. He hums, licking and sucking her nipples.
âEnji,â she whines, pushing on his head. He chuckles, moving lower. He plants kisses across her stomach, still a little pudgy from her last pregnancy nearly eight years ago. She feels self-conscious about it, but the way he worships her body makes it a little better.
Finally, heâs exactly where she wants him. He wastes no time, diving right into his task. Her head knocks against the headboard, but the brief bloom of pain is nothing compared to the sensation between her legs.
He eats her out like a man starved. A little uncoordinated, but enthusiastic. His tongue circles her clit before flicking it, a single thick finger toying with her hole. She grips the blankets beneath them, unable to stop the noises slipping out of her kiss-swollen lips.
He slips a single finger in finally. Itâs as thick as two of her own, but she knows sheâs going to need the preparation if heâs going inside of her. She squirms, wanting to clamp her legs shut, but his shoulders keep her spread. She has no choice but to give in to the onslaught of sensations.
And give in she does. Head thrown back, mouth open and spilling profanity with his name mixed in. She couldnât keep quiet if she wanted to and she can tell he definitely doesnât want her to keep quiet. That single finger pumps in and out, stretching her, before he adds a second.
Itâs almost too much, but she forces her body to relax. Sheâs soaking, giving him plenty to work with. His spit and her fluids ease the way for that second finger. She moans, pressing down against him. She feels his laughter, a gentle vibration through her cunt.
âPlease,â she begs. âWant you inside.â
Sheâs ready for it. She can handle it. He pulls off, looking up at her, and she canât help but flush at the sight of him. His chin is wet with her juices, his lips swollen. He shifts up, towering above her, and reaches down to line himself up.
Her mouth opens on a silent moan as he pushes in, stretching her beyond what she thought she was capable of. Itâs painful at first, but as she has time to adjust it morphs into pleasure.
âFinally,â his voice rumbles through her. âBeen wanting to do this.â
She whines, pushing her hips down and against him. She needs him to move already. Itâs been ages since she last got fucked and sheâs eager for it. She wants him to pound her into the mattress until she forgets who she is.
He delivers on those fantasies. He fucks into her roughly and with abandon, until sheâs moaning his name and his name only. He shoves two of his fingers into her mouth and she sucks on them, drool seeping from the corner of her mouth. She doesnât even care, too busy with the feel of him.
She doesnât even care anymore when things changed between them. The only thing she cares about in that moment is coming around his cock. She can worry about feelings and emotions later. Right now, sheâs only focused on reaching that high.
He reaches between them to roll his thumb against her clit and she can feel her eyes roll to the back of her head. Just a few circles and sheâs cumming hard around his cock. He fucks her through it, fingers shoved deep in her mouth.
When she comes down, she takes a moment to appreciate the fucked out look on his face. The squinting of his eyes as he concentrates, the sweat beading on his temples, and the slack-jawed grunts and groans spilling from his lips.
âInside,â she tells him. âCome inside me.â Itâs a risky request, but she wants it. He does, too, judging by the way his thrusts speed up until he growls and spills inside of her.
When he pulls up, she feels his semen trickle down the inside of her thighs. He collapses onto the bed beside her, but searches for her hand among the sheets. He laces their fingers together and she smiles up at the ceiling.
The mood is ruined by the sound of her ringtone, however. Sheâs tempted not to answer, but it might be her parents calling about the kids. With a sigh and a silent promise to return, she gets out of the bed to answer.
âMommy!â Her son, Isaac, shouts from the other side. âAre you coming home yet?â
âNot yet, sweetie,â she laughs. âIn a few more days.â
âAwww,â he pouts. âYouâre with Mr. Endeavor, right, mommy?â
âYeah,â her voice is soft with affection as she gazes towards the bed, where Enji is lounging.
âDid you get his autograph for me?â She chuckles, but confirms she did.. âYay! Youâre the best, mommy!â
Isaac hands the phone off to her mother, who updates her on her eldest who refuses to come to the phone. Itâs just like Hazel to be so stubborn. Theyâre doing fine, her mother assures her, and tells her to enjoy her only vacation in eight years. She just laughs, but promises to have as much fun as possible.
When sheâs finished, she sets her phone back down on the desk and wanders back to the bed. Enji greets her with open arms and she rests her head on his chest. She listens to his heartbeat, letting it lull her to sleep.
Best getaway ever, is her final thought before she falls asleep.
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Quarantine (Part 1)
Robert Sheehan x Reader
A young starlet finally lands what she hopes will be her big break. But first she has to endure two weeks locked up with her annoying co-star
CW: Smut, of course. Plus a lackadaisical attitude to airline safety protocols
The flight is a little delayed, so you wheel your Louis Vuitton case into the airport lounge and order a glass of champagne. You pick a table by the floor-to-ceiling glass window overlooking the terminal concourse and pull out your book, trying to ignore that tight knot of nervous energy growing in your stomach. You hate flying and your anxiety only seems to get worse the more you do it.Â
Is it too soon to take one of my pills? you think. Probably. The flight could be delayed even longer and then youâd only end up falling asleep in this armchair and missing it altogether.Â
Youâre so wrapped up in your thoughts that you barely register the tall man entering the lounge and sauntering towards your table, only fully becoming aware of his presence when he drops his slightly tatty leather rucksack at your feet.Â
âHello there!â he says brightly in an Irish accent, slumping into the seat opposite uninvited. âI believe weâre going to be working together soon.âÂ
You look up and see the familiar face of your new co-star smiling back at you. Heâs wearing a designer duffle coat that could just as easily be from a charity shop and a slightly see-through sweater that appears to have been purchased from the womenswear section. You note that it bears several holes around the neckline.Â
âHey, itâs nice to meet you,â you say, extending your hand and introducing yourself.
âWeâve met before actually, at Nancyâs New Year party last year,â he says, shaking your hand, his various beaded bracelets jangling.
You smile at him blankly. You spent that entire party sucking up to a producer who would later tell you that you were âa little too provincialâ for a part you wanted, whatever the fuck that means.
âAnyway,â he says after an awkward beat, âIâll bet youâre looking forward to being locked up in quarantine when we get to the other end.â
âOh, I dunno,â you sigh, âI think maybe two weeks of peace and quiet sounds pretty nice. Iâm quite good at entertaining myself and itâll hopefully give me a chance to look over the scripts again. What about you?â you ask.
âIâve come prepared,â he says, opening his coat to display a dog-eared copy of the Bhagavad Gita poking out of his inside pocket.
âHindu scripture,â you say, raising your eyebrows. âThat is some hardcore reading material.â
He leans forward: âOh, Iâm sure itâs no less hardcore thanâŠâ he lifts your book away from the table to look at the cover, âJackie Collins! Now that is hardcore,â he says, giving you a devilish look.
âDonât take the piss,â you say, snatching the book off the table and shoving it in your bag. âIt relaxes me, Iâm a bad flyer.â
You lean back and cross your legs, catching him as he steals a glance at the strip of flesh between your thigh-high boots and your leather miniskirt.
âYouâve dressed for comfort, I see,â he says, using his eyebrows to indicate your outfit.
âIâm not about to end up on the front page of TMZ in my jogging bottoms,â you scoff.
He sighs and leans back in the chair, shoving a hand into the pocket of his... jogging bottoms.
âNot everyone can pull them off,â you add quickly.
He smiles, perhaps at your accidental double entendre.
âOh, Iâm sure you could,â he says.
****
âWelcome aboard, sir, you are in seat 3A,â says the flight attendant, tearing off the stub of his boarding pass. âAnd you are in seat 3F, madam,â she adds, tearing off yours.
âOh well, we can wave at each other across the plane,â he says, giving you a wink as he heads inside.
As he takes his seat he actually does wave at you from across the plane, wiggling his fingers impishly. You wave back and attempt to smile underneath your face mask, but your nerves are getting the better of you now. You slip one of your pills beneath the mask and try to concentrate on staying calm, every whirr and click of the aircraft setting your teeth on edge. At least the seat next to you is empty. You couldnât cope with being sat next to a snoring stranger for the next eight hours.
As the plane takes off, you close your eyes, gripping the armrests and concentrating on taking deep breaths. After a while, you become vaguely aware of the seatbelt light turning off in the cabin.
He drops into the empty seat next to you: âHow are you holding up?â
âNot great,â you say, opening one eye to look at him. âMy therapist told me to take deep breaths, but thatâs easier said than done.â
âExcuse me, my love,â he says, stopping a passing member of the flight crew. âDo we have to wear these for the whole flight?â he asks, indicating his face mask.
âIâm afraid so, but you can remove it if youâre eating or drinking,â she replies.
âI guess we should order some drinks then,â he says.
****
As he talks, you catch yourself watching his lips and you subconsciously run your hand through your hair. Youâre both several drinks deep now and youâve lost track of how long youâve been sat like this, heads together, talking in confidential tones in the darkness.
Every now and then he leans a little closer and that playful look in his green eyes causes your stomach to flip. Although I suppose that could just be the turbulence, you think.
This close, you can smell his coconut shampoo and hear the chinking of his various beads and trinkets as he ruffles his hair. When itâs your turn to talk, you catch him snatching glances at your lips, his smile travelling to his eyes as you swap funny stories about shared acquaintances.
âSo have you always been a nervous flyer?â he asks, sipping his drink.
âNo, I used to enjoy flying, but itâs just got worse over the years,â you say, your face beginning to warm from the effects of the alcohol. âActually,â you say, leaning your head closer to his conspiratorially, âIâve always had this thingâŠâ You stop yourself, suddenly aware of how unguarded youâre being: âNo, I canât say.â
âOh, go on, tell me,â he says, in a low voice, shifting his body towards you in his seat.
âNo, I canât,â you say, shaking your head and half-covering your eyes shyly with your hand. You must be a bit drunk, otherwise you wouldnât even consider telling him this.
âCome on,â he begs, his eyes glinting in the dim light of the plane.
âOk, fine,â you say, whispering now, âIâve always wanted toâŠ,â you pause as the flight attendant passes your seats, âIâve always kinda wanted to do it on an aeroplane,â you say eventually, cringing at yourself.
His thick eyebrows rise immediately at the revelation and his face breaks into a wide smile.
âReally?â he says, excitedly.
He looks around the plane for a second, then turns to you again.
âWell, in completely unrelated news,â he says quietly, trailing his fingers along the flesh above the cuff of your boot, âIâm going to head to the toilet. Iâll be using that one right there, just in case you need to know for any reason,â he adds, pointing to the bathroom at the head of the plane.
He rises now, giving you a wink.
âYouâre not serious?â you ask, in a hushed voice. But he only bobs his eyebrows in response as he opens the door and shuts it behind him. The light comes on above, indicating that it is occupied, and you just sit there, your heart racing in your chest now, blood rushing to your face.
You look around the plane. Only a couple of reading lights illuminate the cabin and most of the occupants are now asleep.
Oh my God, this is madness. Youâre not actually considering this? Youâll be caught. Youâll be arrested. Imagine what the press will say.
You undo your seatbelt and step into the aisle, the pounding in your chest travelling to your ears.
This is crazy, you think, walking up to the toilet door. You rap quietly on it and for a second you wonder if perhaps this is some cruel prank heâs playing on you. How will you react when you call his bluff? I was only kidding, Iâm not really going to shag you in an aeroplane toilet, mate. Haha, so funny.
He opens the door and pulls you inside, locking the door behind you.
âThank God, for a second there I thought you were going to leave me hanging,â he says, pulling you close and connecting his mouth with yours.
One of his hands wraps in your hair while the other pushes your skirt up over your ass. He grabs it and pulls you even closer, pressing his erection against you. His kiss is intense, frenzied even, devouring you while his hands press your body into his.
The tiny room fills with the sound of heavy breathing as his mouth explores yours, then moves to your neck.
âWait,â you whisper, catching your breath, âwhat if we get caught.â
He pulls away and looks at you: âI know, right?â he says, flashing you a wicked smile.
And then his lips are on yours again, his hands travelling underneath your clothes. He tears your sweater off over your head, diving his face between the lacy cups of your bra, grabbing you, biting your breast through the thin material.
Now his hand is travelling down, hitching your skirt around your waist, dipping beneath the waistband of your panties.
His lips meet your ear as his fingers circle your clit: âIâve wanted to fuck you ever since Nancyâs party,â he whispers, slipping his fingers inside you. He smiles: âOh, you dirty bitch, youâre so fucking wet,â he says, finding your mouth again and wrapping his tongue around yours.
He lifts you up to perch you on the edge of the sink, fucking you with his fingers while his mouth roams around your neck, your collarbone, your chest.
Itâs all happening so quickly you barely have time to find your breath, let alone think about what youâre doing.
You wrap one arm around him, plunging your hand into his soft curls, reaching down with your other hand to grasp his cock over his sweatpants. As you palpate him with your fingers, it only spurs him on.
âI canât fucking wait to fuck you,â he says, pulling your head back by your hair and exposing your neck to his greedy mouth.
You place your foot on the lid of the toilet and drag his sweater over his head, pulling his torso close to yours.
âWe have to be quick,â you hiss, conscious of the very real risk of being caught. Your heart pounds inside your chest, like a prisoner banging desperately against the bars of a cell.
You grab the waistband of his pants now, tugging them down roughly, freeing his cock. It springs into your hand, firm and eager.
He runs his hand up your leg: âI fucking love these boots,â he says into your ear, bringing his hand up your thigh and over your ass. With his other hand, he pulls your underwear to one side and enters you, filling you with his cock.
âJesus, you feel so fucking good,â he growls in your ear, holding your body tightly to his as he begins to thrust inside you. You squeeze your eyes shut and bite your fist to silence yourself.
Fast, duelling breaths become the only sound inside the cubicle. You cling to his body and dig both fists into his hair, meanwhile his hands wrap around your ass, drawing you closer with every thrust.
You pull his face up and look into his eyes as you fuck each other, panting wordlessly. Then he kisses you again, his tongue searching for yours.
Your mind races: Heâs fucking you in this bathroom and thereâs dozens of people on the other side of the door. If youâre caught, youâll be in so much trouble. The police will be called when you land, youâll be handcuffed, everyone will know what you didâŠ
âIâm coming, Iâm coming,â you gasp, through clenched teeth, trying your best not to scream.
He groans and you feel him coming too, his fingers digging into your ass as he deepens his thrusts.
âDonât stop, please donât fucking stop,â you plead pitifully.
You claw at his back as your orgasm peaks, white hot adrenaline filling your veins. Every nerve in your body snaps and fizzes and you float thousands of feet above the earth, coming back down gently, like a falling feather, aided now by the gentle rocking of his hips.
You hold each other for a second, trying hard to regain your breath. Then the silence of the bathroom is broken by your laughter, then his, your bodies shaking together with liberating vibrations.
****
âYou go first, give me a second to fix myself up,â you say as he pulls up his pants and slips his sweater back on, giving you one last furtive kiss before he unlocks the door and slips back into the cabin.
When you leave a minute or so later, you meet eyes with a glamorous older woman sitting in the seat nearest the bathroom, her eyebrow curling in the direction of the sky as she looks you up and down. You avert your eyes, feeling the blood rush to your face as you retake your seat.
He leans his head into yours: âI think the woman in 1E is onto us,â he whispers as you sink down beside him.
****
You lift your eye mask and see him sitting under the reading light, his head in his book.
âI canât sleep,â you whine, sitting up in the reclining seat.
âYeah, me neither, I gave up trying,â he replies.
âDo you want to watch a film?â you ask, offering him one of your headphones and adjusting the seat.
âYeah, ok,â he says, closing his book and snuggling down under the blanket next to you.
You pick something at random, some vapid romcom that will ideally allow you to drift off for the last few hours of the flight.
âI auditioned for this part,â you tell him, your head resting on his chest. âDidnât get it, obviously.â
âReally?â he says, lifting his chin slightly to look at you.
âYeah, apparently the girl who got it was dating the director at the time,â you say, yawning.
âWell, you know what itâs like. Itâs not what you know, but who you know, and who youâre willing to sleep with,â he says.
You snap your head up: âWhat the fuck does that mean?â you hiss at him, trying hard not to raise your voice.
âI didnât mean you, obviously,â he says, fumbling for his words.
âYou think I fucked someone to get this job?â you ask him, your eyes narrowing.
âNo, no, I didnât say that,â he says defensively.
âYou think I fucked you for some ulterior motive?â you ask, sitting up in the seat now and glaring at him angrily.
âWell, Jesus, I hope not...â he says, his brow furrowing.
âI think you should go back to your seat now,â you say.
âI didnât⊠I didnât mean you,â he says, pleadingly. But youâre not listening. You throw two of your pills down your throat and pull your eye mask back over your face, rolling over in your seat with your back to him.
Stupid twat, you think.
He sighs loudly and rises from the seat.
âTouchy cow,â he mutters as he heads back to the other side of the plane.
****
âAnd here is the key to your suite. As you are spending the mandatory 14-day self-isolation period with us, please remember not to leave the room unless there is an emergency,â says the hotel receptionist as she scribbles quickly on your registration card.
âN-n-n-n-no,â you say, wagging your finger at the receptionist. âNot suite. Suites PLURAL. There should be two, one for him and one for me,â you say tetchily, indicating to him as he stands beside you at the desk.
The receptionist shrugs helplessly: âI donât know what to tell you, madam. Iâm only seeing a booking for one here on the system.â
âWell, check it again, there must be some mistake,â you say, irritation rising audibly in your voice.
âMadam, I donât need to check it again, this is our last available room, Iâm afraid,â she says.
You become aware of him turning towards you with a smirk, watching you with amusement as you feel your temper beginning to rise.
You plaster on a fake smile. You're not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you lose your shit.
âNo problem, Iâll just make a quick call and get this all straightened out,â you say through gritted teeth.
****
âIâm sorry, darling, but thatâs the best the production company could come up with,â says Lynda, your agent, down the phone.
âLynda, Iâm a reasonable person, I can share a suite with someone, but why does it have to be with him?â you plead.
âWhat are you talking about? Everyone loves him, youâre the only person I know who has a problem with him.â
âHeâs an arsehole, Lynda,â you say emphatically.
âLook, this job is a really big opportunity for you. I donât want you to blow this by being⊠yourself.â
âWhat the hell does that mean?â you shriek down the phone.
âDarling, you know I love you, but you have to admit you can be a bit of a.. well, you knowâŠâ
âA bit of a what, Lynda?â
âA BIT OF A DIVA, ok? You can be a real spoiled brat sometimes and kind of a hothead. Just suck it up. Itâs only two weeks. Just put on a smile and be nice.â
With that, she hangs up the phone, leaving you standing there in the hotel lobby, mouth agape, speechless, furious and frustrated.
****
âNo luck?â he says with a smug grin, leaning against a pillar near the front desk.
âAfter careful consideration, Iâve decided that I am willing to let you share my suite, just to make things easier for everyone,â you say.
âHow gracious of you,â he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
âI think so, yes,â you reply, snatching the key card from his hand and striding to the elevator.
âThis is going to be a fun two weeks,â he mumbles, following you to the door.
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innocence - 25
PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader
WARNINGS: smut (18+)
A/N: me to me âyou shall not write smut. BEHAVEâ also me âmILE HIGH CLUBâ. 2021 barely started and i already need jesus. also rip me attempting to post this before christmas but hey i refuse to let christmas end bc christmas is my only hope and love and itâs over.
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Bucky was the first one up as the clock struck 5AM. He was anxious for the flight, for everything really. Y/N had assured him she had bought first class tickets so heâd be comfortable with the long trip but he was still reticent about flying. As an Avenger he used to do national missions, preferring not to fly as it brought him some memories he didnât like to relieve. Sam had suggested he took some sleeping pills while the flight was going but Bucky refused not to be there to support Y/N whoâd been getting called by her team 24/7 about her âmishapâ as her manager like to refer to. As if a 20-something dating was something weird. Bucky knew Steve did way worse things than that but of course, she had stepped off the line, off the good girl, virgin âtil marriage, girl next door yet just gorgeously unattainable and if Y/N hadnât told him to stay out of it, he wouldâve threatened everyone.
Anyway, other than flying he kept wondering about her family. Y/N had a big family, at least more family than he had and he wasnât entirely sure how they would react to him. Bucky knew he wasnât the type of man youâd like your daughter to bring in. Whoâd want to say that their daughter was dating an assassin? No one. He had wanted to say no, he wanted her to have a nice holiday but looking at her there was no denying her.Â
Y/N woke up half an hour later, extending her arm towards Buckyâs side only to feel the cold of the sheets on her side. She rose her torso, rubbing the sleep off her eyes before the blurry room became clear. He was sat on the big armchair, staring at the flight tickets.
   - Someoneâs an early bird. - she leaned on the bed, hands under her chin as he gave her his charming smile. - Excited?
   - Nervous. - he rose from his chair to kiss her forehead. - Do you need anything, princess?
   - Just need to get dressed. - she lazily got up from her bed. - Youâre gonna love it, Buck. Thereâs snow on the ground, we can get spiced mulled tea and go see the decorations at the West End.Â
   - Iâm sure I will. Now get dressed unless you plan on going to the airport in your underwear.
   - I donât see you complaining. - she flirted, hips moving side to side as she opened his wardrobe to grab her burgundy long sleeve dress and pair of black flats. Bucky tried his best not to ogle at her and her figure in a matching black set of star motif bra and panties with garters to see through black stockings. Sometimes he had to slap himself to convince himself the woman standing in front of him actually liked him. - Youâre okay with going, right?
   - Of course, princess. Whatever makes you happy.
   - Okay but what makes you happy? We donât need to go if you donât feel comfortable.Â
   - Just regular meeting the parents nerves. - he pulled her hair away from her face to kiss her forehead.Â
   - Based on the photos Rebecca has, I would say youâve met enough parents not to be nervous anymore.Â
   - Come here, you little minx. - he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her in close to him. - I will have you know that I never met any of the girlsâ parents. It was not a good thing for a lady to be seen alone with a man in my time, so we had to keep it a secret.
   - Mhm, were you destroying ladiesâ reputations in your day, Mr. Barnes? Is that it?
   - Not my fault they couldnât resist me. - he leaned down to kiss her but she turned her face away, naughty smile on her lips. - Donât do that to me, princess. Itâll break my tiny heart.
   - Stop playing Romeo and grab your bags before weâre late. - she swung her hips side to side to grab her own cary on, a small matte black suitcase with her initials on the bottom left in a small size.Â
Bucky followed her into the airport. He couldnât seriously remember the last time he had been in an airport, maybe during his youth but right now everything seemed so different yet he didnât feel scared. He looked to his right and there she was, holding his hand as the other pulled her trolley, dark sunglasses on to hide who she was but still sporting that smile that was truly hers, something he could pick out of a crowd. He never really liked the word or feeling of possession, neither did she, but they didnât really mind the feeling that a shipâs rope held both their hands together in a nautical strong knot. It was that sort of feeling that disconnected them both from what surrounded them, the sound of echoed and at the same time murmured silence. Y/N didnât mind, Bucky didnât mind. The flashlights went by dim and the announcements went mute for both of them.
Y/N however did not like airports. For her, airports signified goodbyes, harmful and painful goodbyes those were you wave goodbye to your loved ones and walk into security checks with tears lodged in her throat, telling herself to put herself together as she approached the beginning of that line. It represented waving goodbye to her comforts to travel somewhere she was not happy, not that her life in the US after she left the UK didnât made her happy, it did but it was a faux happiness. It was locked inside a bought apartment with people who didnât or refused to understand her, with friends she loved and cared for but didnât really check on her them too lost on their own lives, it was yearning for a love that took years to come and everyone told her it would come but never did. It was an odd feeling being at the airport but being with Bucky twisted that. It was no longer leaving loved ones, it was departing with them, it was leaving all the mess that haunted her behind yet she couldnât help feeling like something lingered in the wind, some cut throating emotions and actions which would return to her.Â
She decided not to dwell on it, smiling at Bucky as he picked some snacks to bring inside the plane besides her telling him they probably would have the peanut M&Ms rather than his beloved chocolate only ones. She watched him as someone watched something that reminded them of a childhood memory or something that touched them, with a tinge of sadness, almost knowing it would never happen again. She felt tied to him but she felt at any time this knot could worn out and she feared he would leave. Things fade, nothing lasts forever and she wondered when he would realise that he was dating a ticking time bomb controlled by others. She had control over her own heart but her face, her reputation, that would never be hers to control.Â
   - Y/N? - he laid his hand on top of her shoulder. - Are you okay, princess?
   - Yeah, just thinking. - she handed the lady the tickets, holding Buckyâs hand as he led her inside the airplane.
Y/N was lucky to be used to first class, she spent in life in it but for Bucky it was a jarring new experience. His parents used to be well off, better than most however they were never well enough to afford flying anywhere. The closest heâd been to flying was in military helicopters but all his experience to commercial flying had been watching on magazines but even this looked so different. It looked like a perfect first class bedroom in a five star hotel with individual little places for each passenger and some for couples which he guessed was one for the two of them. As they approached their cabin, a polished dressed lady signalled them inside their own seats. She looked at Bucky who had star filled eyes as he noticed all the comfort of his seat.
  - Is this how you travel? - he sat down by the window, looking at the small bottles of water, juices and fun sized treats. - Now I know why you travel so much. Itâs like a damn hotel room here.Â
  - Peanut M&Mâs. - she grabbed one of the snacks from his side. - I believe youâll be donating those to me.Â
  - Thatâs a travesty, princess. I cannot believe you prefer those with peanuts
  - Peanuts are great.Â
  - Unless youâre allergic to them.
  - Youâre not allergic to peanuts. Steve wouldâve told me if you were and I saw you eat a peanut energy bar yesterday. - she crossed her arms.Â
  - First, I hate peanuts so itâs almost as if I were allergic to them. Second, KIND bars donât count, you know how good they are, they add that little caramel drizzle.
  - I guess weâre gonna have more than my nephews and nieces for a picky eater this Christmas. - she laughed, picking the remote to shuffle through whatever the company offered. Bucky leaned on her shoulder, leaving a kiss on it right before he did. - Thank you for coming with me.Â
  - Thatâs not a problem, princess. Besides, who would guard you if I were not to come?
  - Is this overtime then, Mr. Barnes? - she looked down at him, his childish yet charming smile whenever he meant to tease her which he so easily could do both meanings of the word. - We should prepare for take off.Â
It couldnât be too different from take off in the quinjet. Bucky had done it once after the train incident but it always brought him back to it. He wasnât like this and it pained him that the slightest of turbulences in any travels now made him feel like a kid. He didnât use to be like this, he was fearless, going on the Cyclone time and time again and now ... now he was a shell of a man afraid of take off. He shouldnât be afraid, it was not his role, right? He knew things were different then and were different now but he always wanted to be strong, strong for her as if any insecurity would throw her away. He knew it didnât, Bucky knew Y/N was there to stick around and didnât care about what the war and HYDRA had done to him but he cared. Bucky wanted to be her hero, her safe harbour and with this ...Â
His mind shattered into snowflakes as she held his hand, the captainâs voice muffled as the plane gathered speech. Y/N never hand cold hands or a cold touch, she was just warm, a little ray of sunshine burning his icy exterior and forcing him to see the beauty of winter. Bucky clearly mostly got distracted by her own beauty but her holding his hand, the rings on her fingers which she had gathered from little shops along the street against his hand, made him want to remove the dagger he had stuck on himself so he could feel pain forevermore.Â
The plane move upwards, both of them being pulled against their seats by the laws of physics on an endless climb and he still had his eyes closed, finding comfort in the darkness.Â
  - Buck. - her finger caressed his jaw. - Look out the window.Â
Bucky peaked open one of his eyes, looking out the window near him to see a full blue sky, completely different from the dark skies of the winter filled New York they had just left.
  - We fly above the clouds. Isnât it beautiful? - she leaned against his shoulder.Â
  - You see this everytime?
  - Unless Iâm flying at night, yeah. Sunsets and risings are particularly stunning.Â
  - Now what?
  - Now we wait for round 6 to 7 hours. We can put a movie on, maybe. Whatever youâd like.
Bucky took to shuffling through the movie catalogue himself. Some of the movies heâd never heard about and some heâd heard from Sam or from Steveâs list of movies he had to watch yet he never did. Capitan America himself stuck to the old classics, the movies they used to sneak through the backdoor of the theatre. He himself liked the classics too and Y/N, as a film/acting major herself, also had a soft spot for them. Buckyâs favourite was the Wizard of Oz, despite later knowing how controversial filming had been, yet he couldnât help but always remember the wonder on his sisterâs face and his own wonder as he watched the vivid colours. He could still feel it now, however the movie ended and soon the food came in and he found himself bored. There wasnât much he could do on a plane and he found himself jealous of the 5 year old running up and down the cabin, despite most of Y/Nâs laughter.Â
He covered himself in the companyâs blanket and snuggled against the pillow and still he couldnât sleep. Y/N on the other hand had fallen asleep the moment she pulled the leg rest, wrapped around in her blanket, face facing his which gave Bucky the excuse to look at her while she slept. Bucky always found it wildly amusing how she slept, lips slightly puckered, eyes fluttering until she fell in deep and hands fisting the blanket up to her chin. Eventually, Bucky got frustrated, moving around in his seat to find a comfortable position. How come he couldnât find a comfortable position on a first class seat?
  - Buck ... - she groaned, opening her eyes. - Stop moving around.Â
  - Iâm sorry, princess. Iâm just ... so bored. How do you do this?
  - I sleep. - she placed the blanket on her lap. - Why donât you get something else to eat?
  - How many hours left?
  - You donât wanna know. - she rubbed the sleep of her eyes, Bucky still laid against his seat, blanket on his lap, head against the head rest. Y/N started thinking about how to entertain him until her gaze fell onto his lap. Looking around the cabin was quiet, no cabin crew or passengers on their feet, just a calm cabin.Â
She moved closer to him, head against her shoulder, facade of a glistening angel on a renaissance painting. Her fingers traced the soft finish of his blanket, the embodied company name until her fingers were under the soft fabric. She slide her hand under his shirt, feeling his warm skin as her hand travelled downwards towards the Hugo Boss boxers he wore, fingers hooking on the waistband. Bucky swallowed dry, wondering if he had finally gone to sleep and this was finally a good dream or if his sweet, innocent girlfriend was actually about to do what his mind was rushing to as her fingers wrapped around his softened member. He grunted, looking at her like she was a fever dream, hips mindlessly thrusting into her soft warm hand. He would say there was no better feeling, had it not been for the fact he had been inside of her.Â
Y/N bite her lip, insecurely swiping her thumb over the tip, his pre cum dripping onto it. She didnât know what she was doing, mostly going by the erotica she had read and seen before, guiding herself by his low sounds, mumbled by his own hand which laid against his own mouth. She looked up at him, cerulean eyes looking at the ceiling as if all his strength would break loose were he to look at her and she thought that was the most gorgeous heâd look. She straight herself up, pushing his hand away from his mouth to start kissing him, something which would look rather innocent to anyone who passed by. Her kiss was warm, hot and sinful, much more different than the shy ones she would lay on him each morning yet he guessed it matched with her movements, fast and tighter against his cock. He tried to remain still, allow her to do what she wanted to do but his body had a different idea, hips thrusting and gyrating against her hand like some idiot teenager as her mouth lowered to kiss his pulse point. His breathe quickened, coming into staccatto as her movement quickened. The environment was blurry and all he could think about and hear were her movements and his body shuddering until he was spurting thick ropes of white liquid onto her hand and his breathe came out knocked as if he had finished a race.Â
She cleaned her palm with a tissue, bringing her fingers up to her cherry tinted lips from her chapstick, disappearing within the plumpness of them. He swore he could cum again just from that sight. As he tried to regain his breathe from the latter event, she gave him a shy smile, pushing her blanket up to her chin. Whatever she did to him, whatever release she had given him had made him comfortable enough on that cloud nine that sent him into sleeping, only awaking once the plane wheels hit British soil.Â
It was dark, around 9PM the captain had said and Bucky himself thought the trip was over until both of them disembarked onto the airport which was a completely different world. Had it not been by Y/Nâs unwillingness to spend more time in an airport, he wouldâve possibly stood behind taking pictures yet once she spotted a man with a sheet with her name written in, she had his hand on hers and dragged him up to it.
Bucky had been in London, he remembered it from the war and some buildings were the same yet everything was brighter. His eyes shone against the decorations, wondering how bigger they could get and Y/N took great pleasure in seeing him so happy. All she wanted was to make him happy, all she wanted was to see him happy. The taxi driver stopped in front of her childhood home which gladly always seemed to look the same with christmas lights and garlands. Both of them step out the car and the nerves finally hit Bucky. How do you meet someoneâs parents? How do you meet the person who just gave you a handjobâs parents and make a good impression? How could he make a good impression? He was a hundred year old never aging man with a metal arm dating the little rose that everyone put on an altar. He didnât belong. Maybe he could stop her, maybe he could convince her not to ring the bell except she was already ringing the bell and the door was opening up.
A short woman in a white jumper and jeans opened the door. She had Y/Nâs eyes, the same eyes Bucky would recognise anywhere and based by the tight hug she gave Y/N, he would guess she was his mother.
  - Mum, this is Bucky. - she held Buckyâs hand. What should he do? Should he wave?
  - Oh my, youâre tall. I thought that with a nickname like that youâd be small. Oh, here I am again rambling. We are so happy here, you know, youâre the first man Y/N brings home.
  - Mum!
  - What? Itâs true. Youâre my oldest child and only now have you brought a man. Aunt Petunia is really proud of you.
  - Mum!
  - Come in, Bucky. Can I call you Bucky? Come meet the family.
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BAD FRIENDS Â ; Â MIN YOONGI Â ;Â ONE
âȘ PAIRING: reader x yoongi / reader x seokjin âȘ GENRE: friends to lovers to enemies to lovers, 90s!au, college!au, angst, smut, hurt, comfort, FLUFF âȘ SUMMARY: hooking up with your childhood best friend was never your plan, but neither was falling in love with him either. heâs troubled but his heart is gold. when you move away for college, things start to take a turn.
âȘ WARNINGS: TW! mentions of alcohol&physical abuse, yoongiâs dad is a terrible human, minor descriptions of violence, smut, explicit sex, recreational drug use, but despite that there is a lot of love and fluff, so much pining between these two idiots in luv
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It Began As A Mistake
The shared wall between your houses is far too thin, you often think. You hear a lot of what youâre not supposed to. The mask the Min family next door displays to the world is shattered for you every night when the raised voices and banging starts.
You expect Yoongi will be requesting your company soon, if the shouting and screaming through the wall tonight is any indication to go by. Itâs a pattern that has become more frequent, especially as of late, but has been going on for as long as you could remember.. Itâs routine now.Â
Not that you mind. Yoongi is your closest friend. The longest relationship youâve had with any other human being (aside from your parents) is the one you share with Yoongi. You met him the day you moved in next door at the tender age of eight. He had been playing in his front yard, throwing and catching a basketball against a hoop attached to the brick wall of his house. You donât remember much about the first meeting other than laughing at his enormous oversized shirt that reached his knees.Â
According to your mother, it was a fast friendship. By the end of that first day you had proudly declared to her that Yoongi was your bestsest frien. She always recalls the story with a fond smile on her face, given how much she adores him. As an only child, Yoongi was like the brother you never had. And thatâs how the relationship continued. Innocent and almost sibling-like.
Until it wasnât.Â
The memory of the first time you slept together is hazy. You donât know exactly who initiated the first move but in the moment it made sense, as if it was the right thing to do. Yoongi had snuck out, climbed in your bedroom window as he usually did when he wanted to escape his turbulent home life and made himself at home in your room.
He had never been particularly vocal when it came to expressing his emotions. That was just Yoongi; silent, stoic, strong. It was only with you that he would allow himself to even be marginally vulnerable. Occasionally the veil would slip ever so slightly and youâd get a peek of the turmoil underneath and every time you did, you wanted to take that pain away from him any way you could.Â
So when you held him in your arms and he murmured into the skin of your neck how much you meant to him, you knew you would do anything for him. Which is why when his lips found yours you kissed him back. When he slowly removed every item of clothing you wore, you let him. When he fucked you on your childhood bed, slowly and purposefully, you granted him access to your body. Whatever Yoongi wanted, you allowed him to take from you.
If it meant bringing some happiness and light into his life, it was worth it. You loved him, after all.Â
As if on cue, you hear a quiet tap on your window. You look up from the book that you were unsuccessfully trying to distract yourself with to see Yoongi, peering at you underneath a mop of shaggy black hair. When you notice him he gives you the briefest of smiles, but you can see in his eyes heâs anything but happy.
âFigured youâd be over soon.â You say quietly as you push the window open to let him in. âHeâs bad tonight, huh?â
You were referring to Yoongiâs father. The center of the hurricane of chaos that is the Min family. Mr Min had a serious drinking problem, and whenever he had one too many it was like he transformed into someone else entirely. Mrs Min and Yoongi took the brunt of his wrath. Although Yoongi never outright said it, you had long since deduced the violence his father inflected. Mrs Min had âwalked into a doorâ too many times for you to count.
âHeâs an asshole.â Yoongi mutters, kicking off his sneakers. âI waited until he passed out, thereâs no way I would leave that monster alone with Mom.â
âYou wanna talk about it?â You ask, scooching over to make space for him on the bed beside you. He shakes his head ânoâ as he flops face down on the mattress. Rarely does he want to open up. He lays on his front, head resting on the back of his palms. âIâm sorry Yoongi.â You rub his back affectionately.
âYou should be, I cut my hand climbing up the trellis.â His muffled voice replies. âMaybe invest in a rope ladder for me.â
âNoted. Now let me see your hand.âÂ
Yoongi allows you to look at the small cut on his hand. Itâs nothing serious but you go and fetch a plaster from the medicine cabinet in the bathroom anyway. On your way back to your room you pause outside your parents bedroom and listen. Their television is off, which means they must be asleep. As much as they love Yoongi, catching him in your room after hours would probably not go down well.
âThanks.â Yoongi mumbles once the band aid is secured. âCan I sleep here tonight?â He asks quietly.
âYou donât need to askâ You tell him this every time, but he never listens. Instead he pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly as if youâre the only thing tethering him to reality. He may not pour his heart out to you but his need for affection, for love, is clear when he holds you like this.
âI had such a shitty night.â He says into your skin, face buried in the crook of your neck. His breath tickles. âJust wanna forget it.â He presses a kiss to your throat. âWanna forget everything thatâs not you right now.â
Your stomach involuntarily somersaults at his words. Heâs not romantically interested in you.. You know this.. Heâs your best friend. In the two years youâve been sleeping together youâve worked hard to keep any feelings at bay, but when he says things like that, your heart races. Your phisiolocical reaction betrays your head.Â
Itâs not the same for Yoongi and you know that. He doesnât get butterflies. Heâs just blowing off steam. It is why you constantly remind yourself about the reality of the situation. Itâs just sex. If you even allow yourself to think otherwise for a moment youâll get carried away and that can only mean one thing; the end of your friendship.
He leads you back to the bed, laying you down on the mattress before his lips are on yours. Yoongi is a phenomenal kisser, a fact you're reminded of when he nips at your bottom lip before sliding his tongue in your mouth. Itâs slow and passionate, something youâve grown to love about his kissing style. He knows just how much to give and take.
Youâre hot all over from his touch. His roaming hands caress your body, his touch gradually growing more desperate. Itâs heavy breathing and grinding and intense. Like he canât get close enough to you. âYoongi,â You pant as he pulls your shirt up and over your head.Â
âHmm sweetheart?â He asks distractedly, eyes on your now naked breasts. The pet names only ever come out during sex. Leaning forward he cups them in his hand, kissing all over your chest. He takes one of your hardened nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it, sending electricity straight down your spine. His mouth is sinful.
âI-I donât have a - â You moan a little when you feel his clothed hardness press between your legs as he moves to your other breast. Your hands fly to his hair, anchoring him to your chest.âYoongi, I donât have any condoms.â You manage to get out.Â
He carries on what heâs doing but hums against your flesh, âDid we finish that pack already?â
âY-yeah.â You stutter as he kisses his way down your navel. Yoongi hooks his thumbs in your shorts and drags them, along with your panties, down your legs. He kneels between your thighs and grips an ankle in each hand, bending your legs up and outwards and open. âI meant to pick some up.â
âHmm,â Yoongi replies, once again distracted as he settles down on his chest between your spread thighs. Most of your hook ups begin this way. He reads your body so well now, after two years of doing this together he has every tip and trick down to a science. Spit sloppy kisses land on the soft meat of your inner thigh before his tongue makes it way in between your lower lips making your breath hitch.
He loves having his hair tugged and pulled whenever heâs eating you out, so your hands wind themselves through his dark locks. He grunts at the contact but still takes his time even as you tug on his hair, encouraging him. âGod, Yoongi.â You whine quietly and breathlessly. âFeels amazing.â
His hands hook underneath your thighs, legs resting over his shoulder,, pulling your mound closer to him as his tongue begins to flick faster against your clit. Itâs so hard to be quiet when he plays your body like this. You clutch at the sheets beneath you and a pillow simultaneously in a hopeless attempt at remaining silent.
âLook at you,â Yoongi breaks away, peering up at you through his bangs. Thereâs a dark desire in his eyes and your arousal on his lips. You canât help but wonder if he loves the control aspect of making you feel good. âI can tell youâre barely holding it together. Fuckinâ needy for me. Do you want to cum like this? Or with my fingers too?â
âNo.â You whisper and he quirks a skeptical brow. âI want to cum with you inside me Yoongi.â
âWe donât have condoms.â He reminds you, languidly licking a stripe up your pussy, eliciting a shudder out of you. He slips one arm back underneath your leg so fingers can toy with the outline of your entrance. âAs much as Iâd love to feel you...Iâll get some tomorrow for us.â
You let a muffled cry as he slips a finger inside of your wet heat, curling it expertly. âA-ah, Yoon -â You gasp as he pumps it slowly. âIâm on birth control.â
His motions come to a frustrating hault. âSince when?âÂ
You had been on it for a while, not because you were having a lot of casual sex but just for your the sake of your period (something you didnât feel like would particularly interest your best friend). Yoongi and you had long since established practicing safe sex so you carried on using condoms. âA few months.âÂ
âAre you...are you with other people?â He asks and you canât believe heâs asking this with his fingers literally inside you.Â
âYoongi Iâve never been with anyone other than you.â You inform him quietly. Heâd never known that he was the one who took your virginity. At the time you were so embarrassed to be the only one of your friend group still carrying their v-card, though looking back that was such a ridiculous thing to worry about.
âReally? Not even Jimi - â
âDonât even say his name to me.â You cut him off abruptly. Jimin had been your boyfriend when you were a teenager, who ended up cheating on you. âNo. Are we going to do this because Iâm slowly starting to get turned off here.â
âIâm sorry sweetheart.â He gives you that same lopsided smile that makes your heart thud. Slowly he leans down to reattach his mouth to your still hyper sensitive clit before resuming fucking you with his fingers. âYouâre the only one Iâve ever been with too.â He mumbles so quietly you almost miss it if it wasnât the tickle of his hot breath against your sensitive flesh.
For some reason that turns you on more, knowing that this moment, this feeling, youâd only ever shared with each other.Â
Your tightening around him, walls clenching as he brings you closer and closer to orgasm, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath enough to whine, âYoongi Iâm close, please stop, please, please let me cum on your cock.â
He pulls away with a smirk. âHow could I say no when you beg so prettily?â
Yoongi reluctantly tears away from you and stands briefly to shed his clothing. Theyâre tossed uncaringly to the floor before he crawls over you, wedging himself in between your legs. When his bare cock brushes against your hot cunt you shiver. Itâs electric, raw and thrilling at the same time. You can practically feel yourself dripping on to the sheets below.
Your lips brush together, before he whispers a warning with a laugh, âIâm probably going to cum really quick.â
âYou better not.â You tease, closing the distance between your mouths with a searing kiss. Yoongi continues lapping at your mouth as one hand nudges your thighs apart a little wider. He grips the base of his cock, lining it up at your entrance before dipping the head of it in painstakingly slowly.Â
âOk?â He breathes against your cheek as he inches the rest of himself in slowly. You nod eagerly. When heâs sheathed all the way inside of you he groans, a little too loudly for your liking.Â
âYoongi!â You whisper shout, clamping a hand against your mouth. âBe quiet!â
He licks the inside of your palm and you squeal at the ticklish sensation, yanking your hand away which was his goal. âNow who's the loud one?â He tries to joke but his voice is deeper, hoarser, husky, like heâs trying to hold back from just pounding you into the mattress.
âMove, Yoongi.â You nudge your hips upward slightly, desperate to feel him,, causing him to bite down on his lip in pleasure.Â
âYou feel so fucking good.â He whispers in your ear as he slowly begins to rock his hips against you. âSo fuking wet, so fucking warm.â He keeps his face next to the shell of your ear. âSo tight for me sweetheart.â
He rests on his forearms as he begins to pick up speed. Together, after all the practice youâve engaged in, youâve both long since learned how to fuck quietly in your bedroom. Tonight however Yoongi seems to be losing himself more than usual. Both of you stop instantly the second your headboard hits the wall with a thud, staring at each other in fear.
After a few tense moments of waiting to ensure no one in your household has woken, Yoongi mutters a low apology before carrying on thrusting.Â
âIâm close, Yoongi.â You whisper, pushing his chest up slightly so youâre able to reach down to your neglected clit. The other hand finds purchase on his shoulder. âOhhhh,â You moan squeezing your eyes shut. You can feel Yoongiâs dark gaze on your face. Knowing heâs watching is undeniably hot.Â
âBaby cum for me,â He pants. âPlease, Iâm so close. Wanna feel you squeeze my cock while I fill you up. Iâm gonna cum in you, claim you, make you all mine.â
Youâre not even sure if heâs aware of what heâs saying but it does the trick and you feel that tightly wound coil deep within you let go, and youâre coming hard around his cock. Heâs gasping and swearing when he follows seconds later, slowly grinding against you to a stop.
He all but collapses against you. His skin is hot and sweaty and sticks against yours. In other scenarios it would be disgusting but you relish in it, pulling him towards you for a kiss. He tastes salty and sweet.
âShit, that felt too good.â He chuckles breathlessly after a few moments. âIâm sorry it was so quick.â
âI loved it.â
Heâs still panting when he pulls out,, rolling onto his back next to you. âWhat?â He asks when you start to giggle.
âYour cum is leaking out of me and it tickles.â You grab his hand and put it between your thighs. âFeel.â
âYouâre gross.â He laughs but you know he doesnât mean it when he pecks you on the cheek shortly after.
âIâm going to go clean up.â You inform him, as you awkwardly dress and make your way to the bathroom.Â
When you return once again Yoongiâs semi dressed and partially under the duvet cover, patting the mattress signaling for you to join him. You clamber into bed beside him and he instantly wraps his arms around you with a yawn. âI set your alarm.â He tells you.
This is standard routine for you two so heâs able to sneak back out again undetected in the morning. You nod against his chest. As he stretches across you and flicks the bedside lamp off.
âYoongi?âÂ
âHmm?â You can tell heâs close to sleep already.Â
âWill you tell me if you sleep with anyone else? I donât want to go back to condoms but I donât want an STD.â You shyly share. It would be a shame not to be able to have him again, raw and unrestricted.Â
âOf course. Iâd never put you at risk like that.â He replies sleepily. âYouâre my best friend, dummy.â
âYouâre the dummy, idiot.âÂ
âShut up and go to sleep.â He says. You can tell from his voice heâs smiling.
Itâs your last day of high school but unfortunately not the last one of your part time job as a barista at the coffee shop you work at. Itâs a nice place, but itâs boring. Thereâs still three months left until you hopefully are leaving town for the college of your choice (in the city, you hope with all of your fingers and toes crossed for luck). Nothing terrifies you more than being stuck in your hometown. Life is for the living.
After school you head straight for your shift. Normally your shifts pass by pretty quickly but today this one drags in. You know you have a few letters watermarked with the symbols of colleges you applied to waiting at home, courtesy of an excited call from your mom to the shop.Â
You have little idea what to expect, resulting in an anxiety ridden few hours of work. Driving home it takes everything in you not to speed.Â
âHere, here, here!â Your excited mother is thrusting a stack of different sized envelopes into your arms. You hadnât even put your keys down or removed your jacket yet.Â
âGive me a second, jeez.âÂ
The nerves you feel bubble ominously deep in your gut. You try not to let it read on your face as you shrug your jacket off and toss your keys in the bowl. If anything your mother may be more excited than you.Â
âWell, open them darling.â Sheâs practically vibrating with excitement, a wide lipsticked smile stretched across her face.
Taking a deep breath you walk to the living room. You may have to sit down for this.Â
The first letter is small. The smallest one. The return label indicates that it was from a music school in Incheon. One of the choices higher up on your list. A quick scan reveals - âI got in!!!!â You shout as you stand up. Momâs cries of joy and affirmation fall on deaf ears as your heart thunders.
By the time youâve confirmed your acceptance to Yonsei and Seoul National your mother is crying. Last, but certainly not least is the letter to Hangyang Uniersity. Out of all your applications, Hangyang was the only place Yoongi had applied to also. The prospect of potentially going to school with him excited you.
As soon as the black and white printed ink confirms it - we would like to offer you a place on our applied psychology course - you audibly gasp. You canât wait to tell Yoongi.
Neither Mr or Mrs Min usually arrive home before 8pm. Mr Min is a math teacher, who often works long hours before heading to a bar, whilst Mrs Min is a nurse; so when you bounce out the front door and to the house next door you know Yoongi will be home alone.
âYoongi!â You singsong before youâve even reached the door, knowing thereâs a chance he may be able to hear you. âYoongi-yaaa!â You knock obnoxiously on the oak, almost as if youâre tapping out a tune. âI know youâre home, your bike is in the drive!â
The door creaks as it opens, a disheveled Yoongi appearing on the other side. âI was napping.â He grumbles, tousling at his fluffy hair. You canât help but think he looks adorable.Â
âDo that later.â You tell him, with a playful eye roll. âI got into Hangyang!â
He barely has time to blink before youâre launching yourself at him, slinging both arms around his neck. It takes him a moment to react before a reluctant arm returns your enthusiastic hug. âThatâs great, y/n.â He says into your hair before you seperate.Â
Yoongi shuts the door behind you both. âAnd?â You canât help but ask.
âAnd what?â He mutters walking past you and to the kitchen. You trail behind like an excited puppy.
âDonât you âand whatâ me. What about you? Please tell me you got in too.â
He freezes as heâs reaching for a glass. âI donât know.âÂ
His words do little to kill your buzz. âWhat?â You laugh, assuming heâs joking. âToday is the deadline. How can you not know?â
âI just donât, ok.â He flips on the tap and fills his glass up with water, the entire time keeping his back to you. Something is up, youâve known Yoongi nearly your entire life. Heâs withholding something. He was always the type to act defensively when he was mad, hurt, lying or all of the above.
âYoongi, we can call the university and find out. Maybe your mail is just late.â
âI donât want to, y/n.â He says curtly.
âWhy?â
âI just donât!âÂ
âYouâre being so weird right now,â You frown. âDonât you want to find out if weâre going to be going together? Weâve talked about this for years.â
âIâm not being weird. I just donât know yet.â
âYou are.â
âJust fucking drop it.â He groans, slamming his glass on to the counter with enough force that the water sloshes up over the edge.Â
âDonât talk to me like that! I have done nothing wrong!â
Finally he spins to face you, a neutral almost bored expression on his face. âYouâre making a big deal out of nothing.â
âI - â You cut yourself short, feeling a little foolish that he doesnât seem to be as thrilled at the prospect of going to college with you. He hadnât brought it up in a while. âI thought - thought youâd be excited. Nevermind.â
At your tone his expression softens. âY/n, the idea of getting out of here with you sounded amazing.â
âSounded?â
He lets out a drawn out sigh and stares at the ground. âI canât go.â
Itâs almost as if the air has been sucked rapidly out of the room. âCanât?â You parrot back. This was the first youâd ever heard of this.
âYou know what my situation at home is like. You know better than anyone. I canât just up and leave.â Heâs always hesitant, ashamed when speaking openly about what goes on behind closed doors. Even to you.
âYou can, Yoongi.â You go to touch his arm for reassurance but he shrugs you off.Â
âI canât.â He grits. âI canât leave her with him.â
âYoonseok did.â You counter. Itâs a low blow bringing up his older brother but itâs the truth. Yoonseok hightailed it out of there the second he turned sixteen, leaving eleven year old Yoongi to manage his dad alone. Yoongiâs childhood had done a number on him, burdening him in a way no child should ever be.Â
âYoonseok was a selfish dick.â He responds darkly, voice dripping with hate. âWithout me, or anyone, to intervene my dad will fucking end up killing my mom. We both know it y/n.â Silent and unsure how to respond to such an uncomfortable truth you can only stare sadly at Yoongi. Itâs painful to see him sacrifice so much for a family that didnât deserve it. âI canât leave her. Itâs not safe,â
âI understand Yoongi, I do. But you canât put your life on hold forever for your parents. At some point you need to get out, not just for your own safety but your sanity.â
âYeah then come home to a dead mom. Great idea y/n.â He spits. âDonât be fucking stupid. This is the reality of my situation.â
âI just want what's best for you, stop being an asshole!â You yell.
âYouâre being controlling and quite frankly, kind of a cunt.âÂ
You scoff humorlessly in disbelief. âReally Yoongi?! Fuck you. And fuck this.â
Spinning on your heel you march towards the front door. This argument was going nowhere and you would only grow angrier if you remained in the tiny kitchen with him. One glance over your shoulder and youâre met with his glassy eyes watching you leave, the last thing you see before you slam the front door.Â
Three days later you and Yoongi are still not speaking, equally as stubborn as one another. You know heâs been avoiding you because you havenât even seen him in passing, a rare thing when your houses share a wall. So you avoid him too. Fuck him for making you feel bad when all you do is adore him, support him, care about him.
He hasnât even attempted to apologise. If you really try you might be able to hold on to this anger for a week.
Thatâs the longest youâve ever gone without speaking. And it was for something so juvenile you canât even recall it to this day. Also, you were both twelve and kind of dumb. So you figure a week is your limit. Thatâs the longest youâll go without talking to Yoongi.Â
Tonight makes it particularly difficult when you hear a deafening crash and a thud. You pause, mid page turn of a book you were devouring and listen. The silence that follows is deafening.Â
But then you hear it. The extremely distinct raised voice of Mr Min. Itâs unclear exactly what heâs shouting but the tone is enough to send a shiver of fear through your entire body. Thereâs another raised voice thatâs unmistakingly Yoongi. Your heart clenches at the sound of him.Â
They continue like this for an uncomfortable length of time. You wonder what your parents think about this. Although itâs not a secret in your household you never exactly sit down and chat about what you hear through the walls with them.
When it goes silent you donât relax. You gaze at the shared wall you know is Yoongiâs bedroom, almost as if your hard stare can penetrate the bricks and mortar. A selfish part of you hopes he comes over tonight, as per routine. You donât indulge in each otherâs bodies every time but you know even just your company is likely the only form of affection Yoongi gets and you want to take care of him any way you can.Â
This thought takes you to the window, where you unlock the latch, expecting him hopefully soon.Â
He doesnât come.Â
Yoongi lays on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Itâs not the water stain or the old outline of a where playboy poster used to be (he had snuck it out of Yoonseokâs collection and stuck there when he was a kid) that is captivating his attention. Itâs the sound of his mom crying in the bathroom next door thatâs keeping him awake.
His father had passed out a little while ago, thankfully. But not before smashing a glass dangerously close to his momâs head and then pushing her so hard against the wall a hole appeared in the drywall. Yoongi had helped his mom clean up a few of the cuts and scrapes before she sent him out of the bathroom, claiming she wanted to wash up before bed. Her crying is breaking his heart.
Selfishly he wishes you could hear this.If you heard this you would understand in a heartbeat why he canât leave. His mom is vulnerable. He knows you hear some of what occurs through the wall but itâs nothing as devastating as the muffled sobs his mom chokes back. The sound of a broken woman.
It makes him wonder how on Earth Yoonseok could just walk away from this and feel nothing. He hasnât spoken to his brother since as a result. Through his Grandma he has a vague idea where Yoonseok is (doing odd jobs here and there in the city) but he doesnât wish to know more than that. Hate is a word he reserves only for his father, but what he feels for Yoonseok is close.
He sighs, emotionally and physically exhausted, as he rolls onto his side. Itâs been almost two weeks since he last saw or spoke with you and right now all he wants is to crawl into your bed and hide in you. Bury himself inside you while you clutch at him desperately. A world away from the pain and loveless home heâs trapped in right now.
He wants you so badly to be the bigger person, to be better than him like you always are. To come and find him, to sense that he needs you. He wants it so badly he aches.
Before his key is even in the door, Yoongi knows to anticipate a Bad Night. Not that the typical bad nights are easier but Bad Nights with a capital B and M are worse. He can hear his father before he even sees him and knowing that today was a weekend, and therefore a day off from work for his old man it means heâs been drinking since sun up.
He hesitates, key hovering over the lock. He could just turn away right now and pretend he had to work late. Dealing with his fatherâs abuse is literally draining the life out of him. For a moment he considers it, really considers it. Then he hears his mom cry out with agony. Yoongi unlocks the door.
âMom?â He calls out as he crosses the threshold inside.
Thereâs a wail, followed by a whimper coming from the living room. He follows the sound.Â
Heâs greeted with his dad hovering over his mom who is cowering against the wall, looking smaller and frailer than ever. Something inside Yoongi snaps. With as much force as he can he shoves his father away from her. Drunk and already weary on his feet, the older man stumbles backwards a few steps before falling.Â
âAre you okay?â Yoongi extends his hand to her. Shakily she places her palm in his and he helps her stand. This does not please his father who is yelling obscenities as he struggles to get to his feet. Yoongi glances at him over his shoulder and he can sense the shift in the room. âMom, go upstairs and lock yourself in the bathroom. Iâm going to talk to Dad.â He says sternly.Â
âYoongi,â She cries softly but one look at his expression and she knows how serious he is. Fearfully her eyes flicker to where her husband is, as if he somehow has the final say. It angers Yoongi like nothing else.Â
By now Mr Min is standing, albeit swaying and his expression is murderous. âYou shouldnât have done that. This has got nothing to do with you stupid boy.â
âFuck you, old man.âÂ
He isnât thinking, rage is pulsing through his veins and all he can see is red when he swings a right hook at his father, fist making direct contact with the older man's jaw. Fight or flight instinct kicking in with brute force. Heâs never thrown a punch before in his life.Â
It takes a few dazed seconds for his opponent to recollect himself. His father looks at him with such disgust, almost as if he canât recognise the boy standing in front of him is his own flesh and blood. Someone he was supposed to raise, protect and guide.Â
Normally, he knows better than to talk back. Normally, he knows better than to get physical with his dad unless it's in defense of his mother. Normally he knows better. And now, the look in Mr Minâs eyes tell Yoongi one thing; heâs going to severely regret it.
This is your first taste of what feels like a life without Yoongi and itâs bitter.Â
Fifteen days come and go with no sign from your best friend. The world feels a little emptier without him and itâs a sobering thought, that one day he might not be in your life. This realisation lights a fire under you and you decide to swallow your pride and take the first step towards reconciliation. Itâs ridiculous. You and Yoongi donât fight. Itâs both of you against the world, the way it has been since you were kids.
Knowing heâs home alone again (both parents' cars are gone) you slip out of your house and make your way to his. This is probably the first time in your entire life you've ever felt nervous to see Min Yoongi. And not in a good way.
Knock knock.
Youâre holding your breath as you wait and listen for signs of life from within the bricks. Silence. You knock again.Â
Have five minutes passed or fifty? Itâs an eternity waiting out here for Yoongi. When youâre about to turn to leave, the front door slowly creaks open. âY/n?âÂ
When your eyes meet you inhale a sharp breath of air in, shocked. He has an angry black eye, swollen and purple. Thereâs a cut on his lip and the flesh around it is an inflamed shade of red. You donât have to ask. You know where this came from.Â
âYoongi.â Is all you say before stepping forward and wrapping your arms around him. Itâs a depressing parallel to the last encounter you had with each other. Heâs silent but he returns your hold, burying his face in your hair. He inhales deeply as if itâs comforting somehow. âIâm sorry.â
âIâm sorry too.â He replies hoarsely.
âI understand why you do what you do for your mom.â You mumble into the soft cotton of his hoodie. âI just want you to be happy is all.â
âI know. Iâm sorry for snapping at you.â He squeezes you a little tighter, planting a kiss on your head.Â
âPlease donât ever go that long without talking to me again.â You say separating enough so you can see his face but still very much holding him in your arms. âEspecially when things are this bad.â He smiles weakly and holds up a pinky, chipped with black nail polish. You link yours with his.
âPromise.â He assures.
As usual you ask - âDo you want to talk about it?â
He says nothing as he pulls you inside, lacing your hand with his. You think you know where this is going. Yoongi wants to feel loved.Â
He leads you up the staircase, it groans under the weight of the two of you but otherwise the house is silent. Yoongiâs room is the first one on the upper landing, the mirror of your own bedroom in your house. The door still has a few posters of bands he had once loved and a worn logo sticker of his favorite basketball team.Â
Thereâs a small twin bed almost identical to yours, except his is donned with a navy blue bedspread and doesnât include the small mountain of assorted pillows that yours does. He always teases you about them, often joking heâs going to steal one and that youâd never notice.Â
Itâs quiet still as he leads you to the bed, sitting down first and scooting upwards until his back is flush with the headboard. âWe donât have to do anything.â He says softly as you mimic his actions. âI just missed you.â
Sometimes a person just needs someone to hold them, and you have no problem being that someone for Yoongi. Gently you pull his head to your chest and idly play with his hair, just how he likes. A content sigh parts his lips. âI missed you too.â You tell him. âDo you know how much I wanted to run over here and tell you that Jimin came to my work, ordered a coffee, then tripped and spilled it all over himself?âÂ
Yoongi huffs a little laugh and youâre glad to make him smile. âWish Iâd seen that.â
âNext time donât be a dick and maybe you could have.â You tease, knowing Yoongi has a penchant for frequenting your work for free coffee and sticking around, especially on slower days. He pinches your side playfully, although still hard enough to make you yelp.Â
âIâm not a dick.â Although you canât see his face you can hear the pout in his voice. âYou live my life and then letâs see how stressed out you are.â
You were only teasing but his comment causes your heart to sink all the way to your toes. âI know youâre not.â You sigh, running your hands through his hair. âYou can lean on me as much as you need. Iâm basically your family at this point, Yoon.â
âFamily.â He scoffs as if the word leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. âWhatâs that?âÂ
âPeople around you who love you.â You tell him firmly. You want to add on âi love youâ Â but the boundaries between you and Yoongi are so blurry now even you donât know in exactly what context that would mean.
A comfortable silence settles after that. You almost wonder if he has fallen asleep, given the steady rise and fall of his breathing. You donât know what comes over you but you pick his hand up, lacing your fingers together. He often paints his nails (you have always taunted heâs too goth to be a basketball player) and youâre examining the polish. The black paint is chipped and you stroke his index finger with yours softly.
âWhat are you doing weirdo?â Yoongiâs voice startles you and you freeze.Â
âYour nails are totally chipped.âÂ
âDuh. Havenât had time to fix them.â
âCan I paint them for you?â
He cranes his neck and gives you a confused look. â...Why?â
Youâre not entirely sure yourself and you shrug. Maybe you just feel guilty and want to do something nice for him. âOkay.â He agrees slowly, still entirely not convinced but still leans forward so you can stand up and grab the bottle of polish, remover and cotton pads from his dresser. Everytime you come in his room you marvel at what a neat freak he is, everything is always so organised.Â
âBlack?â You confirm the color. He nods.Â
You set your items out on the bed, this time opting to sit opposite Yoongi, facing him. To get close enough so that he doesnât have to stretch his arms out uncomfortably youâre basically sitting in his lap, legs entwined. Gently you talk his palm in yours and begin to wipe away the remnants of the old paint.Â
âNo one has ever painted my nails before.â He chuckles. Your eyes meet and you can't help but smile.Â
âThatâs another first time milestone of yours Iâve taken.â Your expression turns into a wide grin. Yoongi rolls his eyes.Â
Heâs not delicate by any means (despite the bruises) and you donât know why youâre treating him as such but delicate is what you are when you clean all ten of his nails. You can feel his burning gaze on you as you work; it spurs you on to do a good job.Â
The room smells toxic, the fumes of the remover and the nail polish nearly make your eyes water. âCan I open the window?â You ask after the smell gets a little too much. Yoongi nods and you quickly hop off the bed and pop the frame open. The instant wave of fresh air clears your head.Â
Heâs watching you with a peculiar look on his face that you canât help question but he brushes it off. You return to your earlier position and continue your handiwork. You canât help but smile and admire the first nail, disproportionately proud of your newfound skill. Yoongi laughing ruins your moment.
âWhat exactly is so funny?â You question, quirking a brow.Â
Still laughing he shakes his head. âYouâre cute.â
The blush that creeps up from your chest to your cheeks is hot and thereâs no way Yoongi doesnât notice. Heâs never really complimented you like that. In fact, he rarely says anything about your appearance, negative or positive. Occasionally when heâs mid way through fucking you something will slip out but itâs meaningless when heâs seconds away from an orgasm and not thinking clearly.
âOh.â You mutter dumbly, trying to ignore why that makes you feel tingly inside. You carry on with your task at hand. When youâve finished the second coat, you take him by the wrist and blow on his fingers, as if thatâs going to do a whole lot to speed the drying process.
âUh..â Yoongi makes a noise that sounds almost sexual in nature and you peer up at him with a perplexed look as you continue blowing. âThis is such a douchey guy thing to say but when your mouth makes that shape....and it kinda gives me goosebumps when you do that...it reminds me of every time youâve ever sucked my dick.â
âOh my god.â You laugh, throwing your head back. âSeriously?!â
He nods, looking half amused, half ashamed. âTheyâre pretty memorable, you know.â
âGood to know.â
After his nails are dry and youâve tidied up the mess you join him back on the bed. âThank you.â He says, pulling you on his lap before you even have a moment to process what just happened. You straddle him, hands on his shoulders, staring intently at the injuries on his face. You brush a thumb along his bottom lip.Â
âI like doing things for you.â
Yoongi holds your arm firmly in place, pressing a kiss to your thumb then bringing your hand to cup his face and planting a kiss against your wrist. His larger hand rests atop your hand, keeping it there and he nuzzles into you. Thereâs a palpable tension and the air suddenly feels too thick. Itâs almost hard to breathe. As you get lost in his eyes it feels as if the world around you has vanished, leaving only you and Yoogi, in your own private universe.Â
You lean in closer. His breath ghosts your lips. Youâve missed kissing him so much.
Then, the front door slams.
âShit.â Yoongi flies up so quickly itâs a wonder youâre not thrown to the floor. âTheyâre home.â His parents are earlier than expected.Â
âIâll sneak out if you distract them?â Itâs not that Yoongiâs parents donât like you, they just a: wouldnât approve of you being over unsupervised and without permission and b: the less fuel you can add to the fire the better. Mr Min will look for anything to be upset with when it comes to his son.Â
âIâm sorry.âÂ
âDonât apologise. Just go.â You push him towards the door. Before he leaves he turns to you and asks -
â - See you tonight?â
Yoongiâs in - dare he say it - a good mood when he sneaks out later that same day. His dad passed out early (a rare but welcome occasion) leaving the Min household in a relatively peaceful state for once. Slipping out the front door, armed with a box of his momâs homemade cookies that you love, he makes the short trip to your bedroom.
A knuckle taps quietly against the window and he canât help but grin when he sees the excitement in your eyes. After all you had unfinished business from earlier. You bounce over to the window wearing that cute lilac pyjama short set (the one that makes it hard for him to concentrate) and let him inside.Â
âTheyâre still awake.â You whisper, holding a finger to his lips when he goes to speak. He nods in understanding, aware you mean your parents.
âFor you.â He matches your hushed tone as he passes you the box of cookies. Your eyes light up with delight and a tiny gasp leaves your lips.
âMy favorite! Your mom must have been in a good mood today to be baking.â
âDad went to bed early, so..â He shrugs.
âThank you.â You put the box on your desk and engulf Yoongi in a hug of gratitude.Â
His hands are cold when he slides them beneath your flimsy camisole, wanting nothing more than to feel your naked skin. He kneads the flesh of your bare hips under his hands before dragging his nose along the juncture of where your collarbone meets your neck and inhaling. The scent of you, your skin and your body wash was comforting and arousing.Â
He wonders sometimes if you truly knew the effect you had on him as his lips ghost over your skin with the briefest of touches. He wants to drown in you. This is the only place heâs ever felt safe.Â
You exhale a shaky breath that sounds a lot like his name. He pushes your hair over your shoulder allowing his lips to roam your decliotage freely. Thereâs not a part of your body he hasnât kissed, he thinks. He laves his way up your throat and meets your awaiting mouth. He can taste your strawberry lip balm, a taste he will forever associate with you.
You whisper between kisses that he has to be quiet (as always) but intrigue him when you push him towards the white wooden chair that matches the desk. He sits down and you swing a leg over his lap so youâre straddling him, a more intimate version of how you were on his bed earlier.Â
âThis is new.â He hums, hands stroking up and down your sides.Â
âCanât have the headboard crashing into the wall again now can we?â You giggle, pushing some of his hair off his face.Â
Yoongi agrees with a smirk, gaze roving over your willing body. He strips you of your camisole, before devouring your breasts, taking one in each hand and grazing a thumb over your quickly hardening nipples. His lips find purchase on your neck once more. Itâs almost sinful how youâre already grinding shamelessly against him.Â
âStand up and take these off.â He commands, snapping the waistband of your little shorts to punctuate his point. Quickly you shed the clothing, kicking them off. Yoongiâs cock is aching a little now, having been pent up for a few hours now. He hastily shoves his sweatpants down enough for his member to spring free.
When youâre seated on his lap you moan in pleasure at the feeling of his hardness against your bare pussy. âIâve missed you.â You breathe, rocking your hips enough so that the tip of his cock brushes through your lips. He shudders at the combination of your voice and sensation.
His hands canât seem to decide exactly where he wants to touch you. One has a handful of your ass, encouraging your movements and the other is palming at your tits. Then when you beg him to touch you he knows exactly where his hands want to be.
A sense of pride washes over him every time he feels how wet he makes you. Thereâs a thrill in knowing heâs the only one who has ever made you like this. The only one who has ever touched you like this. His thumb circles your clit slowly. He watches you with ravenous eyes.
Your soft whines just make the ache to be inside you increase tenfold. Itâs so much better than any dirty movie heâs ever seen. Itâs real and it's for him. âO-Oh, Yoongi.â Your head falls forward, resting on his shoulder. âIâm ready. Please. Just want you. Itâs been too long.â
The fact that two weeks without him was too long for you does nothing but inflate his ego. Rarely does Yoongi ever feel just this self assured. âYou have me.â He whispers, positioning you over his swollen cock. Slowly you lower yourself onto him, taking him like the good girl you are. âFuckkk.â He exhales when youâre completely full of him.
âItâs s-so much.â You choke. He knows exactly what you mean. This is a new position and a new angle for you both. As beginners to sex neither of you had the confidence or experience to experiment too much yet. With you speared on his lap, itâs deeper than heâs ever felt you before.Â
His grip on your hips is bruisingly tight as he stills you for a moment. Itâs overwhelming how good you feel and he already came far too fast last time. He bites down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, eyes squeezed shut tight.Â
Eventually he calms down enough to let you bounce on him. Your eyes threaten to roll back in your head, lids fluttering shut. His mouth hangs open and he knows he porbbaly looks so dumb right now but he couldnât fucking care. Not with how unbelievably good it felt.Â
âYoongi,â You pant, laughing a little âYou know I saw this in porn and wanted to try it.â
âYeah - uh, wa - what?â He splutters, stilling you completely to ensure he heard you correctly. âSince when do you watch porn?â
âLast week the cable TV glitched.â You bite your lip shyly. âI may have watched some.â
âFuck.â He growls, lifting you up and slamming you back down on his length. The idea of you watching porn, masturbating to porn and then thinking about him almost has him blowing his load immediately. God knows heâs thought about you countless times. Even before youâd had ever even had sex. âYou have no. Idea. How hot that is.â
âYeah? You think so?â Youâre breathless, cheek to cheek as you whisper in his ear.Â
âThe idea of you touching yourself.â He groans. âWishing it was me.â
âOf course I wished it was you.â You moan. âThink about you fucking me all the time. You can have me whenever you want me, Yoongi.â
Shit Heâs so close to cumming already. Whispered obcenties tumble out from under his breath. Just as youâre starting to get too loud Yoongi covers your mouth with his hand but you grab his two of his fingers and suck them into your hot mouth, muffling your moan as you cum. The sensation of your mouth and your pussy is his undoing, and he explodes not even seconds later, cumming harder than he can ever remember.Â
âYouâre going to ruin me.â He pants, chest heaving.Â
You laugh, pressing your sweaty forehead against his. âNot if you ruin me first.â
Weekday routine insists you always assist your mother with the after dinner clean up. When you were younger you were often (as your father put it - âdeviously smartâ) at inventing excuses to get out of chores. Now as an almost adult you, it isnât such a hassle. Itâs even nice to spend a little time talking with your mother.Â
The relationship you have with your parents is the inverse of the one Yoongi has with his. It wasnât until you understood the gravity of his situation did you really start appreciating them in a newfound way. You could be a bratty kid in your youth, like everyone but you thank your lucky stars you had a loving, safe environment.
âCareful with that plate darling, itâs china.â Your mom instructs as she hands you the dinner plate, knowing full well how clumsy you can be.Â
âHow about we just eat from paper plates now on? They donât break.â
Your mom cracks a smile as she shakes her head. âWhen itâs your house you can make the rules.â She gives you a pointed look. After a few moments of silence she asks - âHow is Yoongi? I havenât seen him over in a while.â
You look away to hide the blush that floods your cheeks. Heâs over nearly every other night, mother. Right under your nose.
âHeâs fine. Same old, same old.â You sigh, stretching up on to your tip toes as you put the precious plate away.Â
âIs he joining you at Hangyang in September?â You mom pries.Â
Oh shit. Youâd forgotten to tell her. âUh, no. No heâs not.â
âOh sweetie. Iâm sorry. I know you two were looking forward to it. Itâs a shame he didnât get in.âÂ
âThatâs not why.â You take yet another precious china plate from her to dry. âItâs his parents.â
âOh.âÂ
You donât have to elaborate any further. Itâs not a secret in your home. Your parents arenât deaf, they hear everything you do. âI wish he would leave them. Heâs worried for his mom.â
A long, forlorn sigh leaves your mother. âGosh when he was young your father and I would phone the police on the really bad nights.â She tells you with a shake of her head.
âWhat? Seriously?â This was brand new information to you. She nods.
âMrs Min always defended her husband. Made us look like we were imaging things. Itâs so sad.â Her eyes grow misty. âI donât blame that poor Yoonseok for running away. At one point we even tried to adopt Yoongi, you know.â
âFuck, really?â
âLanguage.â Your mother warns and you hastily apologise, desperate to hear more of the story. âYes. He spent so much time here, it was like he was our kid anyway. We seriously looked into it, hired a lawyer and a social worker. But it was too difficult. Mrs Min stopped talking to us for a long time.â
âI had no idea.â You breathe, awed. Although the idea of Yoongi potentially being your brother makes you feel nauseous now, given everything.Â
âMrs Min is a nice woman. She adores her children but she struggles.â Your mom says empathetically. âAs for Mr Min? He was the picture perfect father and husband for a good while when they first moved in. You were too young to remember.âÂ
âI wish I could help them.âÂ
âI know you do honey. If only it was so simple.â You mom smiles. âYoongi is lucky to have you. That boy is welcome in our home any time, as far as Iâm concerned. And tell him I was asking after him wonât you?â
âOf course. Heâll like that you were.â
Aside from Yoongi, Anni is probably the person youâre closest with. The juxtaposition between her and Yoongi is almost comical, like night and day. She is bubbly, fun and out-going; a stark contrast to Yoongiâs more foreboding and at times broody nature. Of course he was fun, but in such a different way.Â
Anni somehow persuades you to accompany her to a house party. Your entire high school life youâve only ever been to a handful. Theyâre not exactly your thing. But college is encroaching and thatâs what youâre supposed to be doing there right? Partying, drinking, occasionally studying. So it doesnât take a lot of convincing to get you prettied up and ready to go.
Itâs Seyoonâs house thatâs your destination, a guy in your year youâve only spoken to a handful of times. The moment you set foot in the crowded building you already feel awkwardly out of place. As if your friend senses this she whispers in your ear, âYou look great, donât think so much.â while pushing you through the crowd.Â
The first point of call is obviously alcohol. Together you do two shots each before grabbing a cup of something questionable. âOh! Thereâs Soomin. Letâs go say hi.â
Soomin was Anniâs friend, someone you only knew by acquaintance. You spot her talking to a group of two guys and a girl you recognise but donât know her name. You instantly feel a little nervous, one of the guys is clearly older, and not to mention handsome. He looks like a model, beautiful dark hair coiffed perfectly.Â
Soomin is very friendly and greets you both with welcoming hugs before introducing you to the group. âThis is Yeona, her boyfriend Jongsuk and my cousin Seokjin.âÂ
âYou donât go to our school. You look like you spend your time in a drama as the male lead.â Anni teases Seokjin playfully. Of course she would be flirting right off the bat. He takes it in stride, shaking his head with a grin.Â
âI used to. I just finished my first year at Hangyang Uni.âÂ
âThatâs where Iâm going next year.â You smile up at him. When he makes eye contact you blush like the school kid you technically are.Â
âReally? Thatâs great. What are you studying?â He asks, stepping a little closer so he can hear you over the music.Â
âIâm hoping to get my degree in Psychology and Sociology.âÂ
âAre you joking?â He laughs. At once youâre confused. You donât exactly look like the studious academic type, and he doesnât have to be rude about it.
âNoâŠâ You frown. âWhy?â
âIâm a psychology student too. Youâll probably even be on the same campus as me!â He grins.
âOhhhh, thatâs cool! What are the odds?âÂ
âI know? Isnât that so weird?â He laughs.Â
âDo you enjoy it?â You ask, genuinely curious. Thatâs been a big fear of yours, worried youâll begin your (expensive) further education and hate it.Â
âI love it. Iâve always been interested in Psychology so learning from some of the best experts in the country is amazing.â He looks like a kid on christmas, eyes lighting up as he speaks. This guy might be model handsome on the outside but he is a total geek. Itâs so endearing, you canât help but like it. âItâs a great school. Youâll enjoy it.â
By now the others' conversations have died out. Seokjinâs eyes dart downwards to your empty drink. âWant another?âÂ
âYeah alright.â
âCome with me, I can tell you about all the cool spots on campus and what books not to buy.â He grabs you by the wrist as he says a quick âbe right backâ to Yeona. Anni gives you a knowing smirk but you mouth âshut upâ at her.Â
Hoseokâs sunny, cheerful demeanour is something Yoongi normally appreciates about his friend. Unless itâs used as a weapon against him, like it is tonight. This is how he finds himself sipping on a disgustingly warm beer in the corner of Seyoonâs vast living room, doing nothing more exciting than people watching.Â
You had told him earlier in the week youâd been roped into attending. Maybe thatâs why heâd agreed to go with less resistance than usual. If he was truly honest with himself he was scanning the room, hoping to find you and turn this night around. The few times youâd got drunk together were always fun.Â
He spies Anni first, talking to a group of people, which means you canât be far off. He knows you went with her. Thatâs when some movement catches his eye.Â
Initially itâs the tall pretty boy who alerts his attention, but his gaze drops downward to see him leading you of all people somewhere, wrist firmly encaptured in his grip.
Something hot and prickly rises in his chest and his heart feels like itâs screeched to a halt. If he witnesses this strange boy take you upstairs he might just lose it. Thatâs what usually happens at these parties.
He exhales a shaky breath of relief when the two of you make a beeline for the kitchen. Although the adrenaline rush isnât gone yet, his heart is still thundering his ribcage. Through a small gap in the crowd he sees you talking, smiling, laughing. You look like youâre having fun. He doesnât want to ruin that.
âDo you want another?â Hoseok nudges him with his elbow, gesturing with his head to the nearly finished beer Yoongi clutches.Â
He does want another but that would mean going into the kitchen, so he refuses.
âCome on, little MinMin.â Hoseok teases, using Yoongiâs least favourite nickname. He hates being called little, or tiny, or short. âI know you want one.â
âFine but Iâm staying here. Fetch it for me.âÂ
Hoseok sticks his tongue out at him before grabbing his empty bottle and disappearing with it.
âMe? No Iâm not really into the partying side of college life but I can show you where to go if you are.â Seokjin has been sharing his wisdom for you for the last forty minutes. Evidently heâs learned a lot in a year at Hangyang. âI read books and chill. By myself.â He laughs and you join him.Â
âItâs funny how we both arenât the partying type and we literally met at a party.â You canât help but chuckle, shaking your head at the absurdity of the situation. âShould we rejoin the others?â
Seokjin agrees and as you two exit the kitchen you see the back of someoneâs head that looks a lot like Yoongiâs friend Hobi. You hesitate for a minute, attempting to decipher if it really is him or not when a subtle touch at the small of your back from Seokjin jolts you back into the present.Â
âCome on.â Heâs so unintentionally suave. It makes your heart beat just a little faster.Â
Anni is animatedly telling the story of when you and her accidentally tried to give her white maltese dog Pricilla a bath and accidentally turned her pink with the wrong shampoo. âYour mom still hasnât let me live that done!â You join in at the end.Â
âNeither has Pricilla.â Anni grins.
âPlease tell me you donât have a dog.â Seokjin asks, grabbing both your shoulders in dramatic mock concern. âPlease y/n, think about the animals!â
âI didnât act alone!â You defend shooting a glare at Anni, who is playing innocent.Â
âWell itâs a good thing youâre not allowed animals on campus.â Seokjin smirks. Anni gives you yet another knowing look. You can practically see the internal cogs of her brain whirring to life. Ever since Jimin sheâs been dying for you to at least hook up with someone. Little did she know about Yoongi.
âYou two should meet up when youâre both at school.â The look on Anniâs face tells you sheâs assuming sheâs doing you a favour, a gentle nudge forward in your romantic life.Â
Before you can awkwardly deflect the question and give Seokjin an escape he answers first. âYes we should, y/n. If you want.â
âUh, sure.â You donât see why not. As of now heâs the only person you know at Uni. It might make the transition a little more fluid.Â
âMaybe y/n you can give him your number?â Anni meddles further. Oh god, you look so desperate now. Youâre not interested in dating him and sheâs making it seem like you are.
âIâll have a different number when Iâm at school.â You remind her.Â
Seokjin reads between the lines, sensing heâs not quite privy to all the information. âNo problem, Iâll give you mine.âÂ
He excuses himself for a moment, to grab a pen and paper. You look to see where heâs going and your eyes land on the one person you did not expect to see here. Yoongi. Yoongi watches you as he makes his way out onto the patio with Hoseok, dark eyes unreadable. Your heart leaps. Immediately you want to go over and say hello but you canât. With one final glance he disappears through the sliding doors. Why do you feel like youâve been caught doing something wrong?
âHere.â
Seokjin hands you a slip of paper with his home number and campus number. âKim Seokjin.â You read aloud to yourself. âThank you for this. I just saw my good friend here so Iâm going to say hello. It was lovely meeting you!â
âYou too.â He smiles warmly.Â
âCome on Anni, Hobiâs here.â You inform her and her eyes widen in surprise. She likes Hobi. A lot. Itâs the sweetest thing.Â
âBye Seokjin!âÂ
You drag Anni away before she can do any more damage.
Yoongi and Hoseok are sitting on the railing of the large wooden patio, joined by Jungkook who seemed to materialize out of nowhere. Heâs talking energetically about something but Yoongi isnât really focusing. He spots you walking over to him. Your face lights up as soon as your eyes meet. It makes him feel funny.
âI didnât think you would be here.â You smile brightly as you come to a stop before him.Â
âHobi tricked me.â He shrugs, sipping his beer. The frown that his dry response elicits makes him feel guilty. âAre you two having fun?â He nods his head towards Anni.
âY/n was.â She giggles, nudging you suggestively. âHow about you two? I havenât seen you in a while Hoseok.â
He flashes her a winning smile. âYouâre seeing me now.âÂ
Yoongi fights an intense urge to roll his eyes. Hobiâs flirting always made him cringe. Itâs even worse when it actually works. Hoseok offers everyone a drink but only Anni takes him up on the offer. Together they disappear in search of alcohol, leaving Yoongi alone with you. He feels awkward for some reason.
âYou know she likes him, right? Hobi.â You say after a few beats of silence pass between you. Yoongi figured, from the way Anni hung on Hoseokâs every word.
âIâm sure heâd be down to hook up. Heâs not picky.â He mutters.Â
âYoongi.â You scold. âThey suit each other. They would be cute together.â
He hums in response. Youâre right, of course but heâs not really in the headspace to be getting giddy about whether two people will fuck or not.Â
You hoist yourself onto the railing next to him, scooting close enough that your bodies are touching. He tenses when you lay your head on his shoulder. âYouâre not in a good mood tonight.â Itâs not a question, youâre just consistently excellent at reading his emotions.
âYou know I hate parties.â He mumbles.Â
âMe too.â
âYou looked like you were having fun earlier. Donât feel obligated to sit with me.â He speaks before he thinks. It makes him sound bitter and jealous and angry. He hates it because not only does it make him sound pathetic; itâs true.
âI want to sit with you.â You correct quietly.
He doesnât know how to respond, praise and affection always make him feel a little awkward. For a while you sit in comfortable silence, just watching the rest of what seems like the world have fun. Yoongi spies that tall pretty boy you were talking to glancing over and he feels a little smug at the disappointment on the strangers face seeing you and Yoongi looking cosy together.Â
âThose two have been taking a suspiciously long time.â Yoongi muses, attention now back on his beer.Â
âYeah,â You huff a laugh. âI wonder whyâŠâ
âDo you wanna get out of here?â Yoongi asks abruptly. âLetâs go to the diner. Iâm hungry.â
âThat sounds like a plan.â You agree to his surprise.Â
At your suggestion you seek out Hoseok and Anni to extend an invitation, only to find them kissing in a darkened corner of the hallway. Yoongi rolls his eyes while you snicker - âAbout time.â
When Yoongi smiles - really smiles - his entire demeanour changes. He has the tendency to look intimidating and cold when his expression is neutral (âI canât help my face!â he would always defend when people mentioned it) but when he laughs his eyes light up like stars. You adore his gummy smile.Â
The thought captures you in the diner as the two of you are doubled over with laughter. You were trying to throw a french fry into Yoongiâs mouth but missed completely, hitting an older woman in the booth behind, directly on the forehead.Â
âNo wonder you suck at basketball with an aim like that.â He grins, stuffing some fries in his mouth.Â
âIâm so embarrassed.â You cover your reddening face with your hands but youâre still laughing.Â
âItâs a good thing weâre Mikeâs best customers or Iâm sure we would have been kicked out by now.â Yoongi points out. Heâs right. The greasy, twenty four hour diner has been your hang out for years now.Â
âIâm going to miss it when Iâm at college. Iâll have to make special trips back for the strawberry milkshakes.â You realise.Â
âWhat about me?!â He scoffs playfully. âNice to know on your list of priorities Iâm below milkshake.â
âYou know youâre my favourite.â You coo, stealing a fry from his hand before he has the chance to bite it. The look of indignation he gives you only makes you giggle.Â
You walk home together, happy and still a little buzzed from the alcohol at the party. Somewhere along the way the back of Yoongiâs hand brushes against yours and he laces your fingers together.Â
Summer persists in much the same way. Yoongi gets a job across the street from your work as a full time record store employee. He enjoys talking about music in his free time, so he figures he may as well get paid for it. Youâre happy for him and he seems a little more content. You coordinate lunch breaks when you can, meeting to eat in the sunshine.Â
Once a week Yoongi brings you a record or cassette he thinks that youâll like. Sometimes he leaves little notes inside the sleeve of the vinyl, secret messages just for you. They range from random thoughts of his, inside jokes or just which song he loved the most. Itâs such a Yoongi thing to do.
You make and bring him iced americanoâs, on the house of course. At this point youâre pretty sure everyone he works with assumes you are a couple. Whatâs weird is that it doesnât bother you in the slightest.Â
If you thought the boundaries between you and Yoongi were blurred before, itâs even more confusing now. Yoongi treats you as if youâre his girlfriend, but only when youâre alone of course. When your other friends are around no one would suspect anything at all is going on between you. To say itâs messing with your head is an understatement. You wonder if Yoongi is going through the same mental turmoil about this as you are.
Probably not, if youâre being truly honest with yourself. A part of you knows heâs just latching on to you for comfort, for a way of coping. Itâs not like his home life has magically improved in the last few weeks. Truthfully it seems to be steadily worsening.Â
Itâs pathetic how willing you are to pretend that itâs real. That you belong to Yoongi and he to you. Your mother once told you, amidst your heartbreak over Jimin while you had been blaming yourself for him cheating, that if someone wanted to do something, they would, regardless of you. She said it to comfort you but the words haunt you now. If Yoongi wanted you to be together, wouldnât he ask?
Youâre leaving for college soon. You wonât have Yoongi for much longer. So for now, youâll allow yourself this indulgence, and just enjoy being with him.
âPlease tell me you are not taking these.â Anni exclaims, holding up a pair of chunky black platform boots. âTheyâre the ugliest things Iâve ever seen.â She giggles at the look of outrage on your face.Â
Youâve recruited Anni and Yoongi to help you pack some of your belongings since itâs only seven short days until you leave for Hangyang and could use the extra pair(s) of hands. The afternoon has consisted mainly of Anni questioning your taste whilst Yoongi rocks on your desk chair, attempting to solve a rubix cube he managed to find.Â
âYes I am taking those! Theyâre cute and they make me feel tall.â You snatch the shoes from her and place them in your suitcase. âRight Yoongi?â You ask, looking for backup.
âYeah, sure, whatever.â He mumbles without even bothering to look up from the toy in his hands.Â
âIâm going to miss you and your ugly shoes so much.â Anni sighs dramatically earning an eye roll from you.Â
âIâm only one hour away from your school babe.â You remind her. Like you, sheâs also leaving Daegu for Seoul. âItâll be easy for us to meet up.â
âHave you met your roommates yet?â She inquires, inspecting yet another pair of your shoes.Â
âYeah, Iâm with two girls. They seem nice enough. We have our own separate rooms which is nice.â
âThat means you can have boys over.â She says suggestively. You hear Yoongi scoff slightly under his breath.Â
âYeah yeah,â You dismiss. âSpeaking of boys, whatâs going on with you and Hobi?âÂ
âHe does not shut up about you.â Yoongi pipes up to Anniâs delight. âSeriously. Itâs annoying.â
âI like him a lot. And we get on great.â She gushes, face lighting up. âBut weâre going to be so far apart come September.â While you both are leaving for the city, Hoseok is going south for school.
âYou can still date long distance.â You suggest.
âNo you canât.â Yoongi cuts in bluntly. âIt wonât work.â
âWhat?â You look at him incredulously. âOf course they can.â
âNo they canât.â He rebuts, leaning forward resting his arms on his knees.. âIt might work for a while. But sheâll be busy and will be meeting new people and he wonât be a priority anymore, because he doesnât fit into her new life!â
âShe cares about him! Sheâll make time for him to fit into her life!â
âThatâs bullshit. It wonât happen.â Yoongi jeers, a nasty undertone to his words thatâs far too visceral to be directed at Anni.
âAlright, jeez. Calm down you two.â Anni looks between you, wide eyed. âI know you both care about me and Hobi but you donât have to take it so personally.â
You and Yoongi lock eyes for a moment, a secret realization transpires between you, about exactly why youâre taking one anotherâs words so seriously. Before the tension in the room can worsen, your mom knocks on the bedroom door.
âCome in.â You call. She pokes her head through the door. âHey mom.â
âHowâs the packing going?â She inquires, peering around the room.
âGetting there.â You exhale, blowing some stray hairs away from your forehead.
âGood, good.â She nods. âI just got back from the supermarket, I bumped into Kim Jangmi and we had a very interesting chat.â
âKim Jangmi?â You struggle to recall the name. It sounds familiar but you donât exactly know the name of every single one of your motherâs friends.Â
âYes! You know, from my book club? Anyway she was with her son and we all got to chatting and apparently you met him a few weeks ago. Kim Seokjin!â
âOhâŠ.yeah.â You mumble. âHe goes to Hangyang and we ended up speaking for a bit.âÂ
âThe handsome guy from the party?!â Anni interrupts keenly.
âGosh, he is handsome isnât he?â Your mother agrees, a little too enthusiastically for your liking. âHe said youâre going to meet up at school?â
You glance at Yoongi before you answer, he is clearly pretending not to be interested in the conversation, looking at the rubix cube as if it is the most interesting thing heâs ever seen. âMaybe. I donât know. I barely know him.â
âHe gave you his phone number.â Anni chirps.Â
Yoongiâs eyes flick to you. Â
âHe was just being friendly.â You feel defensive for some reason. âWe are on the same course, thatâs all.â
âHeâs a really nice boy, y/n. The reason why I came here was to tell you heâs going to help us when you move in next week.â Your mom beams.
âWhat?â You gasp, annoyed. âWhy did you have to rope him into that?!âÂ
âHe offered!âÂ
You sigh, feeling frustrated and defeated. âOkay mom. I'm sure thatâs a lie, but ok.â
âStop being difficult, darling.â She sighs. âIâm going to start on dinner now. Yoongi, Anni, youâre both welcome to stay.â
Yoongi and Anni both say thank you before your mother bids her goodbye. Itâs odd in the room now; you feel exposed as if Yoongi just found out a secret youâve been hiding. You want to tell him youâre not interested in Seokjin. You want to tell him youâre only interested in him. But you canât. So the three of you continue packing.
Anni doesnât sense the tension. âI hope your mom is making mac and cheese for dinner. Hers is the best.â
Seven days feels like a substantial amount of time but itâs not, Yoongi has come to understand. His last week with you flew by and he wishes he had even just one more day before you depart for Seoul. Seoul feels final. Seoul feels like the end.
Your life is going to change drastically, in almost every aspect, while his will remain the same. He knows it, feels it in his gut, that youâre going to leave him behind. You were always better than him, too good for him and now youâre going to realise it. And heâs been clinging on like a desperate man.
Somehow he manages to convince you to sneak out. Itâs one am and you have to be up early for the big move but heâs grateful when you agree anyway. Heâs waiting for you in his car. Itâs silent apart from the low thrum of the idle engine and some indie rock playing over the radio at a low volume.Â
You slip out of your front door, in a hoodie that Yoongi notes belongs to him. He canât help how the sight makes his heart swell and excitement begin to race through him. He leans across the console and opens the passenger door for you. âHi.â You whisper with a smile.Â
âHi.â He whispers back.Â
He waits for you to buckle your seatbelt before pulling off. The roads are almost deserted at this time, a fact he finds oddly soothing.Â
âDo I get to know where we are going orâŠ?â You ask, peeking at him slyly out of the corner of your eye.Â
âYouâll know in a minute.â Is his response. Heâs taking you to a spot youâve both been many times before. Thereâs an observatory at one of the highest points in town which gives an amazing view of the landscape below as well as the stars. Itâs peaceful.
When he parks in the abandoned parking lot (the observatory has long since closed, lying abandoned now) thereâs a fond smile playing on your lips. You like it here, having always been fond of the night sky. âIs there a reason you brought me here?â
Yes.Â
âNo,â He answers with a shrug. âJust wanted to have a nice last night with you.â
âYouâre acting like Iâm going to war or something.â You laugh. âIâll be back and forth between here and Uni all the time.â
You say that now but he thinks (knows) the reality will be much different.Â
Heâs silent as he draws you in for a kiss. Hands cup your face and he pours as much intensity as he can into the gesture. His name falls breathlessly from your lips as he pulls away. âI need to tell you something.â He manages to choke out. Heâs nervous and it constricts his vocal chords.
You blink a few times before your eyes widen with worry. âIs everything okay Yoongi?âÂ
âYeah! Yeah..â He tries to convince you. âWith you leaving and all I just wanted to let you know. Y/n⊠you mean a lot to me.â He takes a deep breath, an attempt to summon some courage, whilst you watch him curiously. âOur..friendship is different now. Things have changed.â No shit, he thinks. âI like you. So much. More than anyone else. I - I, you, you know?â
He wants to verbalise that he loves you so badly, but his brain is blocking the words from escaping. He feels like a fool. An emotionally stunted fool.
âYoongi,â You say gently. Your eyes search his own and he knows you understand what heâs trying to say. Youâve always been excellent at reading him. âMe too.â
âIâve never felt like this about anyone before.â He confesses in a low voice. âYouâre everything to me.â
âI feel exactly the same.â
His heart constricts before thudding wildly in his chest. This was the answer he had hoped before. He hooks your pinky with his just like he always does. âPromise me if things change when youâre away weâll be friends.â He can hardly look at you as he asks his desperate question.
âI promise.â You squeeze his pinky tightly. âNothing will change. You will always have me, Yoongi.â
Little more words and confessions are exchanged between you. Yoongi fucks you in the back seat of his car for what he hopes isnât that last time. Itâs different, passionate and slow. The windows steam up just like in the movies.
Still naked and sticky on top of you, he stretches forward and draws a heart in the condensation on the window. He writes both of your initials inside of it, then kisses you through your adorable giggles.Â
The sun begins to rise and you watch it together before he drives you home.
The next time you will see Yoongi will be December. Three whole months from now. The thought anxiously chews away at your insides as you watch his house disappear in your rearview mirror. He has the phone number of your dorm and you promised to arrange regular phone catch ups. With your motherâs blessing you gave him a copy of the key to your house so he will always have a refuge, even if youâre not there to be one for him.
Areum and Oli are surprisingly easy to get along with. Itâs never easy to live with people so youâre thankful you lucked out with some decent roommates. The first night away from home the three of you spend the evening drinking wine, eating take out and getting to know one another.Â
Your room is cute, decorated with a few polaroids of you and friends and some fairy lights that twinkle at night. Among them is two pictures of you with Yoongi. The first from when you were ten and your mom managed to catch him and you napping on the sofa together and the second was from the last few months and heâs wearing that smile you love. It only makes you miss him more.
College officially doesnât start for one week, the seven remaining days are filled with orientations and registrations and parties. Almost every bar and restaurant in the area have deals and themed nights on in order to entice the students out and it works.
The third night as an official Hangyang student you find yourself at dinner with Seokjin. After he had struggled to get your mattress into your room he had winked at you and said âyou can make it up to me by buying me dinnerâ. Sufficiently guilty at receiving so much of his help you had agreed.
âI spent almost my entire first year here.â He jokes as he sits opposite you at a typical burger place heâd insisted you take him to. âYou wonât find a better burger in a fifty km radius.â
âWeâll see. I have plenty of time to find out.â
Now that youâre out of the earshot of your parents you take the time to apologise for them roping him into helping you move. Seokjin waves it off with a genuine smile. If you didnât know better you would think he wanted to help you.Â
Surprisingly itâs easy to spend time with him and you soon discover you have a lot in common, beyond being on the same course and coming from the same town. He watches re-runs of 80s sitcoms too and loves bad horror movies. He even has the same obsession with milkshakes you do.Â
âLetâs share one.â He suggests, ordering only one lone milkshake from the waitress.Â
âThis isnât 1950. Or lady and the tramp.â You laugh, scrunching up your noise.Â
âHey! Lady and Tramp share spaghetti. Have some respect.âÂ
âOh Iâm sorry, I naturally should have assumed that you, a twenty two year old college male felt so strongly towards an old disney film.â You giggle.
He leans in close and beckons you to do the same, as if heâs going to whisper a secret. âI think itâs the cutest film ever.â
âAw, youâre a secret softie.â You smile.
âThe softest.â He agrees.Â
Your milkshake arrives and it suddenly dawns on you why he wanted to order one to share. This thing was as large as a two liter bottle, and after a huge burger you doubt you could have finished one alone.Â
Itâs almost - dare you say it - cute, sharing the dessert with him. Youâre glad you agreed to the dinner. Itâs been years since you spent time with another boy that wasnât Yoongi and itâs nice. Between some of the classmates youâve met, your roommates and Seokjin college feels hopeful. Youâre excited.Â
You go to pay the check but Seokjin stops you with a laugh, assuring you he was only joking before. âLet me treat you, as a thanks for your time.â He says before walking away with a grin.Â
Three weeks away from home and your routine is beginning to shape and settle itself. Classes arenât as hard as you expect them to be but you have a sneaking suspicion it wonât stay that way for long. Seokjin offers to help if you need it and youâre grateful that heâs slowly becoming a friend.Â
Thursday nights have become a regular thing in your new home. Areum, Oli and yourself make it a thing to have dinner together and gossip about the week. Oli is majoring in sports medicine so is almost always busy while Areum is studying law, which all but shackles her to the library.Â
Thereâs a knock on the door and you hop to your feet, hungry and eager to receive the chinese food youâd ordered for the three of you. To your surprise is Seokjin on the other side and not the delivery guy youâve become so familiar with as of late.Â
âSeokjin. Hey! What brings you here?â You ask, trying not to sound too put out. As far as you were aware you had no prior plans arranged.
âI just finished my shift at the library and thought Iâd come see my favourite freshman.If thatâs okay?â He eyes you curiously.
âMy roommates and I were just about to have dinner. Unless you want to join?â One more canât hurt and usually you order far too much food anyway. He agrees eagerly with a smileÂ
Areum and Oli have met Seokjin once before and they greet him warmly when he joins the three of you in the small sitting area. Areum helps you grab some plates and napkins in preparation for the food arriving. Once in the kitchen she peeks over her shoulder to make sure sheâs not heard, whispering lowly - âAre you two dating now?âÂ
âW-what?â You stutter, so completely taken aback you almost drop the porcelain youâre holding. âNo!âÂ
âDonât look so offended.â Areum laughs at your reaction. âHeâs gorgeous. And so into you.â âNo heâs not. Donât be ridiculous.â Youâre quick to defend. Seokjin is your friend and nothing more. You have Yoongi. Sort of.Â
âSo you wouldnât mind if he and OliâŠ?â She nods her head towards the two of them, talking and smiling.
âOf course not.â You answer sharply. Areum looks at you as if she doesnât believe you but doesnât press the topic further as you rejoin your friends.
âOh y/n, before I forget someone called for you this afternoon. I totally forgot to say before I had my nap.â Oli says as you sit down. âThat Yoongi guy.âÂ
Both of the girls are familiar with Yoongi, given the amount you speak with him. You called each other every other night, it was unusual for him to call during the day. âOh. Thank you for letting me know. Do you guys mind if I call him back real quick before dinner?â
Your friends assure you itâs fine and you disappear to the kitchen where the house phone resides. Quickly you dial Yoongiâs number, having long since memorised it. You eye the clock, hoping itâs him that answers and not one of his parents. Thankfully your silent prayer is answered when his gruff voice greets.
âYoongi, itâs me.â You begin quietly. âIâm so sorry I missed your call today, I only just found out - â
â - Itâs okay.â He interupts gently. âYouâre calling now.â
âHow are things?â
He lets out a worrying sigh. Something in your gut alerts you that things are not good for him right now. âMomâs in the hospital. Courtesy of Mr Asshole himself.â He spits the last part out with venom.
âOh my god. Is she okay?âÂ
âYeah. No. Well, sheâs alive. He broke her jaw, knocked out a few teeth.â He says it so casually, it only further exemplifies how used to this behaviour he has become. Itâs a miracle he is nothing like his father. âShe lied about it to the doctors but y/n, they know. I can see it in their eyes and they either look at us like weâre stupid or that they pity us.â
âIâm sure they donât think that. They probably see instances like this all the time. Itâs heartbreaking as an outsider.â You assure. âThis could be a huge turning point. To actually get your mom away from your dad.â
âYeah.â He exhales. Itâs clear he doesnât believe your nor agree. âFuck, I wish you were here right now y/n.â
âMe too.â You reply softly, heart aching in your chest. You wish you were too. âItâs almost the weekend, maybe I can book a train home?â You have your first assignment due in a week and definitely donât have the time to waste at home but for Yoongi you would do anything.Â
âYou donât have to do that.â He sounds choked up. You wonder if heâs crying. âIâll be busy looking after my mom anyway. I just needed to hear your voice. I miss you.â
âI miss you. Remember you have my key? Use it as much as you need it. You can always come up here for a day or a weekend.â You suggest.
The knock at the door signalling that the food has arrived is loud enough that Yoongi hears it through the phone. Areumâs voice yells to you as she answers it. âSounds like you have to go. Iâm sorry if Iâve ruined your evening.â Yoongi tells you sadly.
âCan I call you later?â You ask hopefully.
âPlease.â Yoongi sighs.Â
âBye Yoongi. Speak soon.â
âBye.â
You hang up, plastering on a fake look of happiness as you rejoin your friends. They seem convinced, apart from Seokjin. âBoyfriend troubles?â He asks, in a not so subtle attempt of inquiring information of your relationship status. Areum and Oli exchange a knowing glance.Â
âNo,â You reply with a shake of your head. âI donât have a boyfriend. Just checking in with a friend back home.âÂ
âI see.â Seokjin side eyes you, a secret smile tugging at his lips.Â
Strangely, Yoongi sleeps better knowing his mother is in the safety of the hospital. He spends the night alone, dad having long since fucked off somewhere. Yoongi doesnât know where and more importantly, he doesnât care. Thereâs peace in his home for the first time in forever.
His mind wanders to you. He hopes he hasnât ruined your evening too much. From what youâve shared through the phone college life is kicking off to a wonderful start. He wishes he could experience it too.
As you had anticipated, month two of college has your workload almost doubling. Thursday night dinners donât happen weekly anymore, given how much time you spend studying just to keep up with the rest of your classmates. When you were in high school your natural ability allowed you to not just get by but succeed.Â
To be struggling, this early on in college, feels embarrassing.Â
You talk less frequently with Yoongi and your family. In fact you barely even see the people you live with. Seokjin, however you see often, given that he works in the library. The single downside to this means heâs the only one who knows your secret. That college is hard and youâre drowning a little.
Once again, itâs a friday night and youâre buried in a mountain of books, furiously taking notes. Your hand aches, you have eye strain and your stomach has been gurgling for the last hour and a half. The sound of the chair opposite you screeching along the marble floor forces you to lift your head.Â
âYouâre here more than I am.â Itâs Seokjin, smiling at you as he plops down onto the chair.Â
You sigh. âYeah, weâve got a huge essay due soon and I need to do well.â
âI can help you if you want. Iâve passed that course, remember?â He taps the side of his temple. âIâm as smart as I am handsome y/n.â
You canât help but laugh as you roll your eyes. âI could use some help.â You begin timidly. âIf you donât mind! And youâre not busy. I know itâs FridayâŠâ
âIâm happy to make time for you.â He smiles and you feel like a fool when it makes you blush.Â
Seokjin spends a further hour in the library with you and your coursework. He helps you tweak the essay where it needs it, knowing exactly what the professors are looking for. By the time youâre almost done it feels as if a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. Your stomach embarrassingly gurgles again and thatâs when he decides youâve had enough for one night.
âCome on, weâre getting food.â He is so commanding you canât help but go along with it.Â
Both of your roommates are out for the night so heading to your place seems like the best idea, opting to pick up some food on the way. Youâre so dead on your feet having Seokjin practically push and pull you around and then home is welcomed.
The shrill pitch of a telephone ringing welcomes you as you cross the threshold into your apartment. You dash for the phone leaving Seokjin to deal with the paper bag of take out food. âHello?â
âHey.â Itâs Yoongi. âIâve been calling you for ages, y/n. Whereâve you been?â
âIâve been studying. I guess I lost track of time.â
âYou said youâd call me at seven.â Yoongi sounds grumpy and defensive. You wonder whatâs happened at home now.
âIâm sorry. School is kicking my ass Yoongi.â
âThen donât tell me youâll call me at seven if youâre busy.â He almost spits at you. Someoneâs clearly in a bad mood tonight.
âI said I was sorry.âÂ
You watch Seokjin behind you as he dishes the food on plates for you both, politely pretending to not listen to your conversation. He has no choice, the phone is stuck to the wall, leaving you trapped there.Â
Yoongi heaves a long sigh on the phone. âIâm just struggling a little too.â He admits, leaving you feeling instantly guilty.Â
âHow's your mom?â
âNot good, but not any worse.âÂ
âI know itâs hard without me and Hobi there, but christmas is soon and Iâll be home for nearly four weeks.â You remind him.Â
âI canât wait.â
Before you can reply Seokjinâs voice is tearing you away from the conversation. âDo you want to eat in your room or the couch?â
âCouch.â You reply, hand over the receiver in an attempt to mute your voice.Â
âWho is that?â Yoongi's voice is terse.
âJust a friend staying for dinner.â
âItâs a guy.â Yoongi states.
âA friend.â
âYou said you were studying.â
âI was.â
âIt doesnât sound like it. Youâre ditching me for a college boy already and itâs only been a few weeks. Glad Iâm so memorable to you.â
He hangs up and you stand there in shock, the sound of the dial tone echoing in your ear.
Yoongi slams the phone down, an action that is usually satisfying but does nothing for him in the moment. He squeezes his eyes shut and takes a few deep breaths, willing the anger he feels surging to subside. How could you move on so easily? He definitely had not imagined your feelings for him. So either he was stupid, or you had lied.
Youâre hanging out with a guy who is comfortable enough to suggest being alone together in your bedroom and you have the audacity to claim heâs âjust a friendâ. Heâs someone you clearly are overly familiar with. Yoongi scoffs out loud in sheer disbelief.Â
He has to pull himself together. He canât allow himself to get angry, not when his mom needs him. She still has a few more weeks of recovery and heâs been taking care of her best he can. An unfortunate and tragic upside to his momâs injuries is that his dad has left her alone, leading to a relatively peaceful home life. Yoongi canât be the one to destroy it now by letting his emotions get the better of him.
A few more deep breaths and heâs in a decent enough headspace to go check on his mom. Her painkillers are due soon, anyway. Yoongi retrieves a granola bar and some fruit so she isnât taking them on an empty stomach.Â
âMom?â He knocks on the door to the spare bedroom, where she has been resting. The room was formerly Yoonseoks. In a bid to cling onto some hope of him returning, his mother has kept it intact. Yoongi knows his brother isnât coming back.Â
She makes a noise signalling heâs welcoming to come in. Because of her injuries sheâs unable to talk well at the moment.Â
âI brought you some painkillers.â He says gently, placing the items on the nightstand. She hums appreciatively. âI spoke to Dad.â He sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed. His mom nods, muting the TV she had been watching. âHeâs staying with Uncle Jihoon tonight.â
His mom weakley reaches to squeeze his hand affectionately. He knows that means thank you.Â
âThe hospital called and confirmed your sick pay will extend.âHe sighs, rubbing at his tired eyes roughly. âI said you were getting better and would be back as soon as you could.â
He stares at her for a few moments, wishing he had a normal life like you do. âI love you mom, Iâm going to leave the door open if you need me.â
âI love you too.â She replies. It makes his chest squeeze knowing that she spoke, even though it pains her. Just to tell her son she loves him.
He nods curtly and leaves the room, ensuring the door is ajar. When heâs back in his own room he collapses on the bed exhausted. The last few weeks have been draining and his sleep is suffering. Itâs restless, fraught with bad dreams. He sleeps much lighter, listening out for his mother.Â
He wishes he didnât resent you and Hobi so much for leaving him. He wishes his dad didnât have anger issues and no self control. He wishes his mom was stronger and told his dad to get out a long time ago. More than anything, he wishes he had a normal life.
As ever youâre the nicer friend and you phone Yoongi to make up the next day. He feels like an asshole, knowing how much you hate conflict, but he misses your voice so much lately that itâs enough to override his own dickery behaviour. As usual it doesnât take you long to have him smiling again.Â
Before you part ways you tell him itâs only thirty three days until youâre home. He promises to be there waiting for you at the train station the day you arrive. Something warm blooms in his chest and he realises itâs the first time heâs felt hopeful in weeks.
Seokjin insists on taking you out on the last night before winter break. Your complaints about the cold fall on deaf ears as he all but drags you from your apartment. He wraps his oversized red scarf around your neck throwing out a see? Now you have nothing to complain about. And he was right it felt nice., The cotton is warm against your skin and smells like Seokjinâs cologne.Â
Thereâs a large christmas market close to campus in which he buys you some hot chocolate. It reminds you of the smaller one back home that you and Yoongi would frequent ever since you were old enough to understand the concept of the holidays.Â
âLetâs go for a walk.â Seokjin suggests. âThe Yanghwa bridge is pretty at night.â
Thereâs a comfortable silence between you as you stroll side by side. He spots you shivering and slips an arm across your shoulders, tugging you close to his side. His body heat is welcoming. You peer up at him to try and read his expression but heâs staring straight ahead, a wry smile playing on his lips.Â
âI love Seoul.â You sigh happily. âI might actually miss it back at Daegu.â
âI wish I was going back to Daegu. My parents always go to Japan this time of year.âÂ
âYou gonna send me a postcard from Japan?â You ask jokingly, nudging him slightly with your shoulder.
âObviously. How are you going to go weeks without talking to me?â He grins.Â
You shake your head with a laugh. Heâs been such a welcome intrusion to your life lately a tiny, miniscule, barely there, part wonders the same.
Seokjin stops walking when you reach the middle of the bridge. The view combined with the lights is spectacular. You almost miss how he angles his body towards you until his hands are slipping around your waist and pulling you against his lean figure.
âY/n, I really like you.â He says thickly.
You are almost unable to respond. Youâre not stupid, heâs been dropping hints for months now but to actually hear the words leave his mouth is alarming. Your mind is racing a mile a minute, heartbeat increasing as you think of Yoongi. You shouldnât be in this precarious situation, youâre not together but heâs yours -Â
Seokjin completely disrupts your internal monologue by pressing his soft, plush lips against your own. Heâs gentle, fearful as if you might completely reject him. When you donât (to your own surprise) he presses his mouth against you a little harder.Â
You donât want to admit to yourself how good it feels.Â
Seokjinâs large hands tug you somehow impossibly tighter against his body as he slips his tongue against your bottom lip, parting your mouth as he goes. Itâs so different to Yoongi. Itâs sweet. Itâs new, uncharted terrority. Just as you begin to get into it and further deepen the kiss, his touch becomes infuriatingly tame.
He smirks at you when he finally pulls away. You can only imagine how dazed you look.Â
âI- uh, what was that for?â
âYou look cute in my scarf.â Is all he says, as if he didnât have his tongue down your throat a moment ago. He laughs when your face twists with disbelief.Â
âSeokjin, Iâm not - I canât. I shouldnât be doing this..â You cringe at how embarrassing that sounds and how incoherent it is.
The confident exterior he brought with him tonight cracks just a little. âWhy? You said you didnât have a boyfriend.â He frowns.
âI donât. But thereâs someone. Itâs really complicated. Iâm sorry.â
âAh,â He nods as he accepts the meaning of your words. âI see,â He sighs. âIâm not totally out of the running I hope?â
âI - â
âLook. Think about it over break. I like you. We have fun together! It would be nice to see where it could go.â
âSeokjin - â You try once more. He shushes you with a smile.Â
Despite the kiss the rest of the evening is nice. Thank god you donât have to see him for a while though.Â
The nearly four hour train ride back to Daegu leaves you with plenty of time to think. Too much time, as it turns out. As much as you attempt to bury yourself in the book and magazine youâve brought to serve as distractions.Â
Seokjin kissed you last night. Seokjin kissed you. Seokjin kissed you and you liked it.
Youâre on your way to see a boy who you have admitted openly how you feel for him, a boy who has waited months for you and you spent your last moments away kissing someone else. Even though you and Yoongi arenât official you still feel awful. And if youâre brutally honest with yourself itâs because you can envision dating Seokjin. One could argue you sort of are already. Heâs definitely been courting you.
When you step onto the platform and observe Yoongi for the first time, your breath traps in your throat. He looks like a brooding artist standing there in his leather jacket and chuck taylors. Your walk turns into a half run in a bid to get to him as quickly as possible.Â
He huffs an âoomfâ when you crash your body into his but hugs you so tightly that he sweeps you off your feet.Â
Yoongi carries your suitcase to the car for you. Neither of you can wipe the lovesick smiles from your faces. He holds your hand across the console as he drives, occasionally rubbing his thumb on your palm. Itâs so sickeningly domestic and you love it.
When youâre finally alone in your room his lips are on your neck before either of you have removed your outer clothing. Heâs all kisses and whispered praise as he undresses you. Youâre naked on your back for him as he licks your pussy and all you can manage to breathlessly gasp is âI fucking missed you.â
You come with his tongue buried inside you and his fingers tweaking your nipples. âI fucking missed you, my pretty girl.â He whispers, biting the shell of your ear.Â
The weight of his heavy cock in your hand is familiar. A visible shudder runs through him at your touch. When you get on your knees for him an exhilarated sigh leaves his lips. âGonna suck my dick huh?â Heâs almost mumbling to himself. You answer him by taking his cock in your mouth. He groans like heâs never had his dick wet before. âFuck,â spills from his mouth like a mantra.Â
Before he has the chance to get carried away heâs fisting your hair and flipping you onto your front. Yoongi fucks you harshly from behind. The hand in your hair grasps at your scalp to leave your head permanently tilted back for him. He shoots his seed as deep inside of you as the angle allows.Â
His heavy breath on your neck and sweat on your skin feels fucking fantastic. You could die right now, happy, satiated and stupidly in love with Min Yoongi.
Christmas Day had always been just another day in the Min household. He only became aware of how abnormal his familyâs style was when he was barely a preteen and other kids at school would discuss the fantastical ways they spent their holidays. Even kids who didnât celebrate the holiday seemed to enjoy it more. He didnât particularly feel much about Christmas.
Until he met you. And your family welcomed him with open arms. A gesture which included inviting him over every single year. The invitation extended to his family but usually he attended solo (except for that one time Yoonseok joined and spitefully pushed your plate onto your lap).Â
This year is no different.Â
Your mom feeds him well. Sheâs kind to him, taking a keen interest in his life. Your father always asks about the one interest they have in common - basketball. Itâs not much but Yoongiâs dad has never broached the subject.Â
After dinner you suggest going for a walk, an idea with which Yoongi happily obliges. Unable to stop himself heâs lacing your hands together the moment youâre out of eyesight from your parentsâ house. He kisses the back of your knuckles as he throws you a devilish grin.Â
Naturally you gravitate towards the enormous Christmas tree and ice rink in the town center. Itâs been a long standing tradition, however it feels far more romantic this time. Itâs just the two of you and youâre holding hands, just like the other couples that frequent the area. The sparkling lights on the fir light up your eyes like stars.
Snow begins to fall as you come to a stop at the wooden railing that separates the tree from the public. Yoongi lifts the hood on your parka jacket up for you, kissing you on the cheek as he goes. Itâs not even comparable for the amount you do for him but anything he can give you he will.
Adorably you nuzzle into him, resting your head on his chest. His arms automatically wrap around you and he lets out a breath of content. You probably wonât be able to stay out much longer given the rapidly declining temperature so heâll enjoy this while he can.Â
âYoongi!âÂ
A voice startles him, calling out from somewhere in the distance. Yoongiâs head whips round to see Hoseok and Anni of all people. Without thought he quickly, albeit harshly, pushes you away from him, lest you get caught in such a compromising position. No one knows about you two and heâd like to keep it that way. He already knows youâre too good for him; he does not need others reinforcing it at every opportunity.Â
Yoongi doesnât think heâs made a mistake until he glimpses one look at your hurt, confused expression.Â
âHey guys.â Hobi greets you both warmly. Yoongi notices heâs holding hands with Anni.Â
âHey.â You reply. âMerry Christmas! Itâs nice to see you both.â
âYou too!â Anni replies warmly. âDid you have Christmas at the l/n house?â
âYeah.â Yoongi mutters. âJust walking off the carbs.âÂ
âHobi met my parents for the first time.â Anniâs expression is one of pure happiness and he canât help but feel a little jealous. âWe had dinner together too.â
âAw, thatâs lovely.â You say. Yoongi can tell youâre upset, your tone sounds forced. âI bet they adored you Hobi.â
ââOf course.â Hoseok flashes that winning smile. âWhen are you both free? We should go for dinner or something.â
âHow about - â Yoongi starts.
âIâm not sure, Iâve got lots of schoolwork.â You cut him off and he shuts up instantly. âIâll phone you Anni and we can sort something out?â
âSure.â Anni says slowly. âWeâll leave you guys. I want to go inside anyway because I'm cold. Hopefully see you soon!â
Anni gives you a warm hug while Yoongi hugs Hoseok. They both wave cheerfully as they leave. He watches their happy retreating forms until they disappear round a corner. When he faces you once more your body language has completely shifted. Arms folded across your chest, gaze turned downwards.Â
He feels uncomfortable, he knows he hurt you but heâs not entirely sure how. Now itâs awkward. âShould we uh, walk some more?â
âAre you sure you want to be seen with me? You pushed me away from you so fast back there I almost fell over.â You mumble.Â
âI didnât mean to. Hobi and Anni donât know about...anything.â
âSo?â You finally look up to meet his eyeline. To his utter dismay your big eyes are glossy with unspilled tears. âWould it be so bad if they did?â
âUh..I, um. I donât know.â He trips over his wording like an idiot. The only reason heâs never breathed a word about your illicit activities to anyone is because he naturally assumed you didnât want anyone to know. Yoongi wasnât exactly the epitome of a model boyfriend.
âWhy have you never asked me on a date? Why have you never asked me to be your girlfriend?â You demand and he panics. He doesnât have an answer stronger than I donât know and heâs confused as to why youâre so angry. He naively assumed what existed between you was enough.Â
âDo you seriously think someone like me would make a good boyfriend?â He all but groans. You of all people should understand that fact. Heâs never had a girlfriend. âI donât do relationships.â
âThen why treat me like Iâm yours? Why hold my hand? Why tell me you love me?!â
He doesnât know what to say. He makes the fatal mistake of shrugging.Â
You laugh mockingly. âDo you even love me? It feels like youâre just ashamed of me. Couldnât even stand to touch me in front of your best friend. Just like that I let you have sex with me, I guess.â
âY/nâŠâ He starts. How is he even supposed to respond? This is all his fault. Heâs only ashamed of himself, never you. âI canât be what you need.â
An uncomfortable tightness constricts in his chest at the verbal admission. The sentiment has been lurking in the back of his mind since the moment he first started noticing you as more than just his friend. You deserve someone happy, stable, with a good background. Not the chaotic baggage he brings.
âYouâre not allowed to have your cake and eat it too, Yoongi. Thatâs not fair.â You sniff as a lone tear escapes. âYou canât treat me this way, get jealous about dudes and then refuse to claim me.â
He had never even thought about it like that, unable to realise thatâs what he had been doing to you.
âA guy at college kissed me, you know.â You blurt, heatedly. His guilt quickly turns to shock and now Yoongi wants to throw up because you lied to him. You were off at college kissing people and then hopping back to him, the fool that waits for you no matter what.
âIs that so?â He mutters, hot anger bubbling in his chest. You nod staring at him fiercely. âIâve met someone too.â Itâs a lie. âI just respected you enough not to do anything.â
The entire atmosphere changes. Youâre gawking at him as if heâs slapped you in the face.
âYou've met someone?âÂ
He hums in agreement, terrified to commit even further to the lie.Â
âWho?â
âNo one that you know. But youâve obviously met someone too, so itâs whatever.â
Mascara tears spill down your cheeks and it physically pains to witness. He turns his head to the side, unable to watch any further. He did this to you.Â
âIf itâs âwhateverâ to you then maybe we shouldnât do this - â A sob chokes you mid sentence. â - anymore.â
How is his Christmas day ending so spectacularly poorly? How is this his current reality? Yoongiâs brain and mouth stall, torn between the desire to rescue this horrific situation and hate you for kissing someone else. It simultaneously feels like a lifetime and a split second before youâre speaking, deciding for him.
âNothing to say? Really?! Maybe I donât know you so well after all,â the evident heartbreak in your voice makes his eyes burn. Now he really canât bear to look directly at you.Â
âYou kissed someone.â He mumbles, weak and pathetic. âMaybe I donât know you.â
âIâm leaving, donât follow me.âÂ
He glances just in time to watch you walk away. âFuck,â He groans a little too loudly, attracting the attention of a family nearby. Angrily he kicks a stone and clutches at his hair. He might be the biggest idiot alive. This is exactly why he could never be your boyfriend, he canât handle anything.
Cold and numb, and not just from the weather, he reaches inside the breast pocket of his jacket and pulls out a cigarette. Itâs a fairly new habit, so new you donât even know about it yet, but fuck, does he need to take the edge off.Â
You manage to escape your parents and disappear to the safety of your bedroom as soon as you arrive home. Aggressively you draw your curtains shut, a not so subtle message to Yooni. The implication is clear; you do not want to talk. You doubt heâll be making an appearance tonight anyway. This was no regular arguement.
You recall that night you left for school, the night he told you he loved you. Technically he never said the words. You. knowing him for most of his life, had assumed he felt what you had. Perhaps you assumed incorrectly. Horrifically inaccurately. And now your heart is wilting in your ribcage.Â
Stupid, lovesick, little girl.
The train ride back to Seoul is bordering on unbearably lonely, despite the carriage full of passengers. The days after Christmas that bled into New Years seem like a depressing blur that you donât wish to recall but somehow canât stop thinking about.
You havenât heard from Yoongi since that horrible night. You wonder if someone else is occupying his time and thatâs why he doesnât wish to make amends. Itâs always you extending the proverbial olive branch. You want him to want to do the same. Right now it looks like he doesnât.
a/n:Â if this gave you a rollercoaster of emotions and made you feel sad, dw youâre not the only one, lol. each part is going to be about 20k so buckle up babies! (this story is still going thru editing so if u see mistakes IM SORRY) thank you as always for reading :)))))) P.S feedback makes me happy, lmk what u think! what u think might happen! if you want to slap me for writing so much angst lol! <3
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Long Flight
Inspired by this Challenge: youâre starring in a movie with the last person you saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title, expect itâs a one shot
-> Genre: fluff
-> Pairing: KimJungwoo x femReader, IdolJungwoo x femReader
-> Warnings: just some light swearing
-> Summary: A long flight suddenly seems not long enough when you fall for the handsome stranger that sits next to you.
-> Words: 4.1 k
You werenât at all delighted when you found out your friend had secretly upgraded your flight tickets to business class.
But after taking your seat in the luxurious business class of the Boeing 777-300er, you kind of thanked her in your mind. It was your first time flying with such luxury and since it was an overnight flight, you couldnât wait to lean back and sleep.
You had the window seat and were already getting comfortable, when someone placed their bag on the seat next to you. You watched the person from the corner of your eye. It was a handsome and tall guy, that was currently trying to fit his backpack in the overhead compartment.
Your eyes were drawn to his white button up, the thin fabric showing his honey skin and toned muscles underneath. You gulped visibly, your eyes wandering up to his neck and then his face and finally his eyes- shit, he was looking right at you.
Blushing at the realization, you turned your head and returned to look out of the window. Fuck, why did you have to stare like that. You were too embarrassed to look at him, as he took the seat next to you, exhaling loudly. You were still cursing at yourself, when the stranger next to you cleared his throat.
âExcuse meâ, he softly spoke. Carefully you turned your head to look at him. He had a pretty smile on his face and his eyes were big and sparkly. He had dark fluffy hair that was parted in the middle. Damn, he straight up looked like a god.
âYes?â You raised your eyebrows slightly. The boy pointed at the bag by your feet. âDo you want me to put that in the overhead compartment for you?â You blinked in confusion, before you smiled at him. âNo, itâs fine. But thank you.â You watched him nod in satisfaction, before he turned away again. Falling into a natural conversation with some other boys in the middle row.
Now that you were looking closely, it looked like he knew half the people in the business class. Shrugging off your thoughts, you relaxed back again and watched the plane get ready for take off.
You actually really enjoyed flying. Not the part where the plane was taking off or landing, or even worse, having any kind of turbulence. But the part where it calmly moved through the sky. The view was great and the food was nice and for once you could just relax back, watch movies and not worry about anyone calling you. Not that people called you often anyway, but still.
You worked as a photographer for a magazine and were often traveling to different places. But this time you were on your way to Singapore, where your best friend got married. Your friend had also asked you to take the wedding photos, which made you feel even more excited.
After safely taking off, you grabbed your camera from your purse, wanting to capture the beautiful scenery outside. The sun was just going down, painting the sky in beautiful orange and purple shades. It was a sight you always cherished, even after seeing it a hundred times.
âItâs beautifulâ, the stranger next to you suddenly mumbled and you found yourself almost jumping in your seat from surprise.
You glanced at him, noticing his cute smirk again and nodded slowly. âYeah, I love the sky.â The boy looked from the window, to you, to your camera. âAre you a photographer or something?â He furrowed his brows, his smile fading a bit.
You nodded again. âYeah. I work for Blueprint. Itâs- itâs a Magazine. I donât think you would know it, itâs not super popularâ, you explained. The boy smiled again. âSounds cool.â
âIâm Jungwoo by the wayâ, he added, reaching his hand out for you to shake. You smiled, softly shaking his hand. His skin was soft and warm. âY/n. Itâs nice to meet you Jungwoo.â
He let your hand go, as a stewardess approached your seats. âWould you like something to drink?â Jungwoo quickly nodded, before he turned to you, waiting for you to nod aswell. âIâll have an orange juice. What about you?â You were surprised how kind and caring he was. âIâll have the same.â
You couldnât help yourself but smile, as you two got your drinks, clinking the glasses together before taking a sip. âSoâ, Jungwoo began, putting down his glass. âWhat or who do you capture with your camera, y/n?â Your heart fluttered, as you watched him turn to you, a soft smile still on his lips. âWell, Iâm mostly capturing people.â Jungwoo must have sensed the passion you had for photography, because his smile only got wider.
âI travel around, too. Last week I was in Northern France. I was researching for a story of an old fisherman in Dunkirk, itâs a town by the sea. And it was even featured on page 4.â You pressed your lips together and nodded proudly at the last sentence. You rarely got a good page and were beyond happy seeing your article on page 4.
Jungwoo chuckled. âThatâs awesomeâ, he congratulated you. âHey, can I maybe see some of your pictures?â You quickly nodded, always excited when it came to showing off your work. You leaned over the seat a bit, holding the camera for both of you to see. The first few pictures were from the town in France you talked about, the scenery was really pretty. You clearly remembered the tide that day and the smell of the sea.
The next set of picture was from the airport. You had photographed a couple that sat together lovingly and a two sibling that played tag. Those were a bit more personal to you and you found yourself almost blushing.
âTheyâre really goodâ, Jungwoo praised, making sure to look you in the eyes, so you would see his sincerity. âThanksâ, you smiled, suddenly realizing how close your face was to his. You nervously shifted in your seat and Jungwoo leaned back again.
âThen are you going to your next job?â Jungwoo picked up his drink, his eyes not leaving yours. âActuallyâ, you brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, âIâm on my way to a wedding.â Jungwooâs eyes widened and he looked like he was about to choke on the juice.
âNot mineâ, you quickly added, watching him relax again. âMy best friend is marrying. And Iâll be there as her mental support and wedding photographerâ, you giggled. âWhatâs your destination then?â Jungwoo looked really cute, asking all these questions with his big doe like eyes. âSingapore.â He only nodded, looking a bit disappointed. âHow about you?â He pouted at you, setting the glass aside again. âSouth Korea.â
âAre you going home?â Jungwoo nodded. âYes. Me and my friends. Weâre all going home.â Your eyes wandered behind him, where most of his friends were already sleeping or watching movies. âGoing home is always the bestâ, you smiled at him, making him chuckle. His laugh was honestly music to your ears. The stewardess came by again, asking if you needed anything. You both declined politely and Jungwooâs attention was back to you as fast as it was gone.
âHey, do you want to watch a movie together?â You honestly didnât know how you deserved such a kind seat neighbor, but you silently thanked your best friend for upgrading your tickets without you knowing. âIâd love toâ, you smiled again.
You and Jungwoo quickly decided on watching a movie called Midnight in Paris. Jungwoo leaned over to look at your screen, your shoulders touching slightly, making you feel a bit flustered. Jungwoo seemed fine, his usual smile decorating his face.
Some time had passed and you blinked back a few times, realizing you must have dozed off. Just as you were about to move, you felt an unfamiliar weight on your shoulder, turning your head carefully to find Jungwoo sleeping on your shoulder. The sight of his head resting on your shoulder brought butterflies to your stomach and you found yourself unconsciously smiling down at him.
You were debating on whether to wake him up or not, but decided against it, relaxing back again. You might aswell go back to sleep again, as it was always the best to sleep as much as possible on such long flights.
It wasnât long enough though. Especially not for Jungwoo. He woke up, a finger tapping his shoulder softly, and found his friend Jaehyun looking at him. He was sitting right next to Jungwoo in the middle row. âSheâs a keeperâ, Jaehyun whispered and Jungwoo couldnât even say anything against it. He nodded in agreement, smiling at his older friend. You really were a keeper. And he was determined to win your heart before you would get off the plane in Singapore.
Suddenly it was only four more hours until the plane would land. The stewardess came by, serving breakfast, and Jungwooâs light tap on your hand woke you from your slumber. You opened your eyes to him smiling at you and couldnât help but mirror his action. âBreakfast is here, sleepyheadâ, he motioned his head to the food that was placed in front of you and you didnât hesitate to dig in.
With light chatter the both of you devoured the eggs and sausages. You caught yourself staring at Jungwoo every now and then, his beauty was just out of this world. You had never been in a long term relationship before, you just didnât think it would work out, as you were always traveling or just busy working. No one had ever caught your interest enough to consider you settling down somewhere.
But with Jungwoo it was different. Despite knowing him only for a couple hours, you felt yourself crushing on him more and more. Which wasnât a good idea, considering you wouldnât see him ever again after getting off the plane in Singapore. Your heart broke a little when you glanced at the small screen in front of you, the remaining flight time being only 3 more hours.
You continued to talk, showing him a few more pictures you took at the airport. Jungwoo suddenly grabbed your hand that rested on the camera. Startled you looked at him, wondering if you skipped through the photos too fast. He squinted his eyes at the little screen. âGo back againâ, he demanded softly and you looked at the previous photo.
It showed a man that just relaxed in the airport lounge. You thought for a second and quickly remembered the guy. He sat down while you were waiting in the business class lounge, earphones in and cap pulled down to hide his face. You had studied him for a moment and something about the way he sat there made you take a picture of him. The stranger had turned his head looking directly at you as if he knew you took a picture. His dark eyes were narrowed and he didnât look pleased at all, which you understood. He got up and sat away from your sight and you were left feeling really guilty.
Jungwoo chuckled, looking away from the camera at you. âHe doesenât look happyâ, he titled his head. You nodded, biting your lips as the guilt washed back over you. âYeah, I would never publish pictures of someone without permission. I donât know why he was mad, but I hope he knows I didnât have any bad intentionsâ, you pouted, putting the camera back in your bag.
Jungwooâs heart warmed at your explanation. The boy on the picture was one of friends that sat only a few seats further away. He would make sure to tell him later, so you wouldnât have to feel guilty anymore. You sighed, noticing Jungwooâs eyes on you and furrowed your brows at him. âWhat?â
âI just think you are very pretty.â Jungwoo smiled softly, seeing your cheeks turn a light shade of red. âHey, how about you pick out another movie? Iâll quickly use the restroom and we can watch it when I come back. If you want to, of course.â You didnât hesitate and nodded at him. âSounds perfect.â And once again your heart fluttered, seeing Jungwooâs dashing smile.
He left the seat and you turned your attention back to the TV screen, searching through the different programmes to find a good movie. You settled for another romantic movie, About Time, and patiently waited for Jungwoo to return.
Jungwoo felt like a teenager again, as he checked himself out in the mirror. âOh my god, did my hair look like this the entire timeâ, he gasped, shaking his head as he tried to straighten a lose strand of hair. Jungwoo exhaled, touching his chest to feel his heart beating fast. âYou got thisâ, he pep-talked himself, before returning back to his seat.
You watched the movie together, either of you able to concentrate. Your thoughts kept wandering to Jungwoo, who sat really close to you. His shoulder was touching yours and you felt the warmth of his body radiating through his thin button up. Jungwoo always sneaked glances at you when he thought you were focusing on the movie. You looked so gorgeous in his eyes and he found himself wondering if you had a boyfriend or if you would forget him after getting off the plane.
After the movie was finished, the stewardess announced that you would be landing soon, everyone in the plane buckling their seatbelts again. You and Jungwoo were silent the entire time the plane was slowly descending. The both of you just suddenly seemed to be sad about the upcoming farewell.
It was twenty minutes before touchdown when you decided to look outside to see the city underneath. The sight was terrible though, thick grey clouds embracing the entire wing of the plane. Just when you were trying to convince yourself that those were harmless clouds, the plane dropped a bit, pushing you into your seat. Startled you grabbed the armrest on both sides of your seats, pressing your eyes together.
The plane kept shaking and you started repeating âcalm downâ in your head like a mantra. A pair of soft warm hands suddenly landed on yours and you turned your head to find Jungwoo intertwining his fingers with yours. âDonât worry, weâll land soonâ, he whisperd, trying to calm you down. You looked into his warm brown eyes and suddenly felt so comforted. His thumb stroked over your knuckles as you relaxed back in your seat, the turbulences also stopping.
Even after the plane had safely touched down Jungwoo kept his hand on yours. And damn did both of you wish this moment would last forever. âWeâre hereâ, Jungwoo grinned. But you noticed the sad undertone in his voice, your heart almost hurting. âHey Jungwooâ, you turned to him. The plane moved towards the airport, the sun having set already, leaving only a few more minutes until it would be completely dark outside.
Jungwooâs eyes hadnât left you and he only smiled when you turned to look at him. âIt was honestly a pleasure getting to know you, Jungwoo. And I would lie if I said I wasnât sad that we go separate ways now. But if you want, Iâll give you my number and, I donât know, maybe you can text me or somethingâ, you felt nervous, your eyes wandering from Jungwooâs hand on yours to his eyes.
âHow about I call you?â You couldnât help but smile widely. âThatâs even betterâ, you laughed. Jungwoo nodded, letting go of your hand to unbuckle his seatbelt and get ready. âLetâs exchange numbers once weâre in the airportâ, Jungwoo suggested, seeing that the plane had already stopped.
While the crew opened the doors, a few passengers already got up to get their luggage. âAfter you, Mâladyâ, Jungwoo gestured, getting up from his seat and waiting for you. You playfully smacked his shoulder as you walked past him, whispering a âthank you sirâ. The doors were finally open and you got in row behind a few people, forming some sort of queue.
You heart beat fast and you were torn between excitement of getting Jungwooâs number and sadness, as it also meant saying farewell to him. You nervously massaged your wrist and noticed your silver bracelet wasnât there. Looking down at your hands, you realized it was really missing. It had been a gift from a lady you had once interviewed in Morocco and it meant a lot to you.
Convinced it had fallen off during the flight, you stopped in your tracks and turned around, thinking Jungwoo was behind you. You almost gasped, seeing he wasnât there and got even more startled when you recognized the boy that towered over you. It was the same guy you had photographed in the lobby at the airport and up close he looked even more intimidating.
Your eyes widened and you were scared he recognized you too. Quickly you apologized, gaining a questionable look from him and turned around again, leaving the plane as fast as possible. You got lost in a small crowd of good looking and tall boys and walked into the airport with a quick pace.
Jungwoo grabbed his backpack from the overhead compartment, throwing it over his shoulder. Jaehyun got up next to him, motioning his head to the empty seat next to Jungwoo. âDid you just let her go like that?â Jungwoo smiled, turning his head to the empty seat, noticing something shiny. He leaned over to grab the silver bracelet that was lying on the seat. It was probably yours. Turning his head he realized you werenât standing next to him anymore. His jaw almost dropped and he quickly moved forward, trying to spot you in the crowd of people. Just when he thought he saw you, you disappeared through the exit.
When he finally arrived in the big halls of the airport, he immediately tried looking for you again. âJungwooâ, his friend called out, walking over to him and putting an arm around his shoulder. âDonât run offâ, he smiled. Jungwoo walked with his friend, his head still turning, hoping to see you somewhere. âTaeyong, I failedâ, he mumbled. âWhat?â Jungwoo sighed, looking down at the silver bracelet he held in his hand. âI lost her, Taeyong. I lost her.â
You walked with a crowd of people for some time, before you stopped to look around. There was no sight of Jungwoo. Your heart dropped and you felt tears prickle in the corner of your eyes. You couldnât wait any longer, you had to go.
The flight was over and so was your little adventure with Jungwoo.
The wedding went by in a blur. It was the biggest and most luxurious event you had ever attended. Considering the groom had a rich family in Singapore you werenât surprised at all. You even found time to catch up with your friend Lia, but left out the part where you fell in love with your seat neighbor Jungwoo.
God, how you missed him. It was only a week later when you got ready to leave Singapore again. You where just packing your luggage in the hotel room when you got a call from your company.
âY/n, how are you?â Your boss was always friendly, a woman that put her blood and tears in the magazine. You had always had so much respect for her.
âIâm good. Just getting ready to fly homeâ, you explained, trying to close the suitcase with your free hand.
âI have great newsâ, she announced, âyou know we expanded to Asia and Canada.â You hummed in response, curious as what the news were about. âAnyway, we need a photographer in our Seoul branch. And, well, I suggested you.â You held back the urge to squeal. âMe?â
âYes honey. I absolutely love your work. And in Seoul youâd have the chance to try new concepts, since itâs a fixed job. So, no more traveling. Youâll also get an apartment and of course youâll earn more money.â She whispered the last part, making you chuckle.
God, how long you had waited for such an opportunity. You didnât even have to think, saying yes immediately. You thanked your boss probably a million times before hanging up and jumping in your bed out of excitement.
Your dream was finally coming true. A fixed job as a photographer in a beautiful city. It was what you always wanted. Right?
One month later:
Right. It was even better. You had a beautiful apartment in the city center and worked with different people and different concepts. You loved it so much.
It was a rainy morning in Seoul, when you entered the studio you got called to. It was just a regular job as usual. Single shots and group shots, different outfits with a certain concept. This time the concept was love, which you were looking forward to a lot.
Bright concepts like this allowed you to capture smiling people, which was by far your favorite thing to do. There was nothing better than looking through a lens and seeing a bright smile. You greeted your team and looked around the bright studio you had rented.
The studio would make a great casual and cozy background, as the first outfits were all white ensembles. You got your camera and followed your assistant, which updated you on the shedule for the day.
âThe group is already dressed, the first oneâs waiting over there. Your afternoon is freeâ, he announced and you couldnât help but mumble a âgod blessâ under your breath, as you were always thankful for a break after big photo shoots.
âWhy did we agree on doing a shoot with such a big group again?â You sighed jokingly, your assistant chuckling at you. âWell they asked for you, how could we turn them down.â You bit your lips, furrowing your brows. âThey asked for me?â
âYeah, they insisted to get you. They literally beggedâ, he laughed and you were almost convinced he was joking. âAlright, where is my first victimâ, you smiled, preparing the camera while following your assistant. He stopped, motioning his hand for you to look. Your smile dropped and your eyes widened at the sight of the man standing by the window.
It was no other than Jungwoo. The same Jungwoo that you had fallen in love with on the flight a month ago. The same Jungwoo you still thought about almost every day. Wondering how he was doing and if you would ever see him again. Your Jungwoo.
âHey y/nâ, he smirked. You almost froze in place, not knowing what to say. He looked even better than last time you saw him, if that was even possible. His hair had grown a lot and was styled and parted in the middle. Jungwoo walked towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. âItâs been a while.â You swallowed hard, was he really standing in front of you right now?
âYeah, you- I- I mean, Iâm sorryâ, you rambled and laughed nervously, noticing him staring down at you lovingly. âYou look good.â God, did you want to slam your head against a wall. Why did you say that, it was pretty obvious, you could have said twenty other things that would have been better. Jungwooâs smile only widened, seeing your eyes move quickly. How he had missed seeing your cute smile. After losing you at the airport he had searched online for you. He never had the courage to call you, but thinking of you gave him strength the whole time until now.
When he finally called your magazine they told him you were working abroad and he was almost disappointed, until they told him you had moved to Seoul. Jungwoo had never believed in fate until he met you. The time he had spent with you on that plane was probably the best time he had in a while. And he couldnât believe his luck, knowing you were living in the same city as him, let alone standing across from him right now.
His heart beat fast and he was smiling widely, although Jungwoo felt like screaming from happiness. He grabbed your hand, taking out a silver object from his pocket with the other. You watched him put your missing silver bracelet on your wrist, your heart warming as you thought you had lost it forever. âJungwooâ, you whispered, honestly just at loss of words.
âHey, y/nâ, Jungwoo tilted his head at you and you looked from your wrist back up to him. âwhat are you doing after this?â
a/n: I honestly find this story so cute, I was smiling so hard while writing it, so I hope you enjoy it aswell hehe btw can you guess which member had a cameo at the airport lounge? ;)
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pirate king (26) || atz
You drift in and out of consciousness.
Dreams flash through your mind, juxtaposed with reality and hallucinations. You can no longer tell what is true or not, simply choosing to accept them all as you continue falling endlessly into nothingness.
You sit on a rock in a small cove. Men and women clamour around you in the water, tails flickering in beautiful jewel tones as they eagerly offer you all sorts of precious gifts, mother of pearl, a beautiful bouquet of colourful anemone, a silvered shell. You laugh and accept them, your tail shimmering with silver scales under the sun.
You feel a hand holding yours, cool metal brushing your soft skin. A pair of lips, soft and warm, brushes against your temple.
âWake up soon, alright?â
Storms rage all around you. The sea heaves with massive, turbulent waves, the water grey with froth and lightning flashes. You scream with rage, despair, absolute loneliness and the seas respond, swirling around you as if theyâre alive with fury.
Thereâs someone next to you. Heâs reading to you in a chair at your bedside, a book about essential oils distilled from natural plants.
âAnd the clary sage oil is colourless, with a nutty smell. People say its effects feel euphoric, you know, do you think itâs true?â
Youâre at the beach of a small island, sitting in the sand. The blue sea stretches on for miles, not another ship in sight. A young boy smiles and asks for your name. You donât have one, but you tell him what you are. He canât repeat the word to you with his tongue.
âPlease, be okay. Donât go without letting me thank you.â Someone sobs, wetness soaking into your shoulder. Another person reassures him quietly, his voice a little more gruff and rough around the edges, but still soft.
A man with green hair, San, you think his name with, dances around the ship wearing nothing but two starfish and a skirt of seaweed.
Okay, thatâs definitely just a nightmare.
Someoneâs singing. His voice is beautiful, striking high notes with ease and pulling you into the melody of the song. The notes wrap around you like a lullaby.
Youâre in a prison cell, the place dank and dirty. In your hands, you hold the cut crystal, running your fingers along the words inscribed into it until you find the catch that separates the chain from the gem. The crystal reveals itself to be a tiny vial, containing a mixture inside that sparkles like liquid diamonds. You close your eyes one last time, remembering the little boyâs face, and swallow the contents whole.
âPlease wake up.â Someone whispers to you. He holds your hands against his forehead as he pleads with you, and your fingers brush cloth. âPlease, Chin Hae, wake up.â
Chin Hae.
Is that your name?
No, itâs not. I donât have a name. But I am ****.
Chin Hae?
Hurry and wake up, Ch*n H**.
Why are you calling me that? My name isnât C*** H**.
Hurry up, hurry up, ****.
Your eyes fly open.
Youâre in a bed, staring at the ceiling. For a moment, you stay like that, suddenly uncomprehending of who you are or what you are. Every limb feels heavy, as if you havenât moved them in months, and when you finally muster the strength to turn your head sideways, thereâs a head of green hair there.
You scream.
âWassgoingon?â The head of green hair mumbles, lifting his head to look for the source of the commotion. His eyes are bleary, tired, until they meet yours, then he freezes in shock.
The two of you stare at each other for a moment.
A word forms on your lips instinctively. âMâŠâ Your voice is rough and scratchy from disuse. âMaster?â
The man continues staring at you in shock for another few seconds. Then his eyes widen and he finally lets out a massive scream.
âWhatâs going on?â A young man with dark hair bursts into the room with a club over his shoulder, looking around for the source of the green haired manâs discomfort. When his eyes fall on you, they widen almost comically.
The club drops to the ground.
âJongho-hyung?â You ask, and suddenly memories come flooding back to you, sitting in the square with a cream puff in front of you, entering a fortune tellerâs booth together. The maknae simply keeps staring at you, before he finally reaches forward to pinch your cheeks.
âOw!â You shout in pain and bat his hand away, but itâs like trying to move a ship by blowing at its sails. âThat hurts!â
His hand falls limply to the side, mouth hanging open in shock. âIâm not dreaming.â He turns to San, who still hasnât moved from his seat, jaw dragging along the floor. âYouâre not dreaming.â
San nods confirmation, just as shocked. You frown. Did you turn into a ghost or something?
Then Jongho tears out of the sickbay before you can ask his what the commotion is, and you can hear him screaming outside. âEveryone! Chin Hae is awake!â
You blink owlishly at them in confusion. Honestly, you just woke up. Thereâs nothing special about it.
San catches you in a crushing hug, so tight you can feel every rib creaking, but you simply put your arms around him. Youâre stunned for a moment, but raise a hand to stroke his back to comfort him.
You feel him sob against you.
âThank you. Thank you for being alive.â He wails into your sleeve, and your shoulder is damp with his tears. You can barely bring yourself to ask him why heâs crying, confused to as why everyone seems to be overly excited about you waking up. Then it comes back to you.
The whipping.
Captain.
Betrayal.
Wooyoung.
The gunshots.
Blood.
Yeosang.
You force yourself into a sitting position as fast as you can, glancing around the room desperately. Itâs empty, except for you. Your heart sinks.
Yeosang isnât there.
âWhat happened to Yeosang-hyung?â You demand, turning to your master. âOh god, is he dead? Did I fail? Did he-â
San opens his mouth to reply, but heâs cut off from answering you when someone bursts in through the door of the sickbay, panting hard and hunched over on his knees. When he finally does catch his breath, he looks up, and then he sees you.
Itâs Yeosang.
Itâs Yeosang, still looking a little pale and ashen and weak. Itâs Yeosang, who looks like he hasnât slept in days. But itâs Yeosang, whoâs blessedly and wonderfully alive, and thatâs all the matters to you.
âYeosang-hyung-â
He takes three steps to cross the room and wraps his arms around you, delicately and gently, as if heâs afraid you might dissolve into nothingness if he touches you too hard. San moves away so Yeosang can take his place, and the navigator stares at you in wonderment. You turn a little red in embarrassment.
âYouâre alive.â He says, still stunned. You nod in reply, a sheepish smile on your face.
âYeah.â
âYouâre not a ghost.â
âMmhmm.â
âIâm not dreaming?â
The way he says the last question, as if heâs so sure that youâre nothing but a figment of his imagination, how he doesnât dare to trust what he sees in case itâs all a lie breaks your heart. You grip his hand earnestly, warm blood flowing under yours.
âYouâre not.â
Then Yeosang is cradling you to him tightly, silent tears running down his cheeks. âDonât ever do that again, you dumbass.â
A laugh pulls at your lips. Yeosang is swearing, and maybe thatâs a bigger miracle than you actually coming back.
âI wonât if you donât save me the next time.â
Yeosang pulls away from you a little, just to look at you, sniffing as he wipes his eyes with the hem of his sleeve. âI canât do that.â
âWeâll have a rotation.â You tell him, as you help him dab dry the tears, an amused smile on your face. âIâll sacrifice myself for you on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and weekends. You can have the others.â
Yeosang hiccups a little through his smile and tears. âNo fair, you get so many more days than I doâŠâ
The two of you sit in silence, both of you having gone through the same trial together has forged a bond between the two of you no one else has. Yeosang is smiling so brightly, like a small sun, and you canât help but laugh at how happy he looks.
Then San clears his throat. âYeosangie, she needs to change.â
Yeosang glances down at you, only to realise that youâre wearing a thin white shirt over your bindings and nothing else. His face turns cherry red and he leaps away from you, scrambling to avert his eyes with his hands and immediately knocks his nose into the door frame.
âIâll be going now!â He squeaks, and you laugh at how sweet he is. He glances back at you one last time, shyly peeking through his fingers as a real, genuine smile blooms across his face. âIâm really, really happy, Chin Hae.â
Your breath catches in your throat.
âI know.â
With one last smile, the navigator exits the room, leaving you and San in silence.
Your master stares at you for a long moment. Then he opens his mouth to speak.
âThat should have killed you.â
You had known that the moment youâd started the link between you and him. What you were intending to do, what you were trying to get back, and the price youâd have to pay. You had known all of this, and youâd still gone ahead with it anyway.
âI know.â
He fixes you with a stern look, as if youâve just made a mistake in your healing theory or youâve done a bandage wrong. âThat was the stupidest thing Iâve seen anyone do, and I live with Wooyoung and Yunho.â
A snort forces its way out of your mouth.
âBut you did it anyway, and youâre still here.â San smiles gently, his strict facade cracking. He looks so relieved, as if heâs been carrying this weight on his shoulders ever since you attempted the healing. Then something strikes you.
âHow long have I been out?â
âAbout a week or so.â Your master replies as he places a bundle of clothes on the bed. Your eyes fly open in shock. Exactly how close did you come to completely draining yourself that day?
Your master jabs a finger at you.
âI should expel you as my student.â Fear wells up in you for a moment at the thought, but then he shakes his head and smiles. âGet dressed, apprentice.â
With that, he leaves the room.
You change your clothes slowly, your muscles sore and limbs stiff. As you take off your shirt, your fingers brush the silver chain of your necklace.
The words inscribed on it leave your lips.
âI will be with you every step of the way.â
Suddenly, excitement wells in you as you fumble with the necklace, brushing your fingers across the silver, trying to find the hidden clasp. And as though it knows you are looking for it, you find it faster than you thought you would, and thereâs a small clicking sound.
The tiny crystal vial falls to the bed.
I want a name, you hear a voice whisper around you, carried on the wind as it swirls around you and fades.
Your mouth falls open.
Because the voice was yours.
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Stranded Part 2
Savage Opress x Reader
Word Count: 2.7k
WARNINGS: Mentions of death and decomposition, mental illness, fear terror and FLUFF
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    Savage's eyes fluttered open to the sun shining brightly through the trans-durasteel panes that decorated the walls seemingly without rhyme or reason. The little one was frying some kind of thin meat strips on the stove and sipping hot caf. Without turning her head, she called over to him.
"How ya feeling?"
"Not great but better."
She turned and strode over to him, still laying down.
"I couldn't do this yesterday but I can today."
"What do you mean..?"
  She placed her hands on his bare broad chest and closed her eyes. A warm tingling sensation wafted over him. It felt like sunshine, utter joy and flying all at once. When she pulled away her eyes were a little fuzzy.
"It takes a lot of energy but you can transfer your life force to something and heal it. I was kinda low yesterday," she turned matter-of-factly back to the stove.
  Savage had only ever had painful experiences when it came to using the force or having it used on him. He hadn't ever thought of it as anything other than a weapon. He wanted to ask about it but shy away from the topic. Instead, he stood and stretched. He didn't have an ounce of pain. This woman who found him once again amazed him.
While the two unlikely pair ate their breakfast, her eyes didn't leave him, slightly squinting.
"You haven't been like this very long?"
"No. I was altered by the witches of my home world."
"Huh. Did you ask for this?" truly curious she stopped eating.
"No." she cocked a brow at his response, waiting for an elaboration.
"My species is subservient to our women. We live separately and go through deadly trials to be chosen by one for breeding or whatever they want really." He continued eating as the information he provided was simply normal for him.
"Was this..." she waved her hand at his body. "For breeding?" his cheeks slightly tinged in a deeper gold.
"No. I was chosen to act as a weapon for one of the sisters. She abandoned me when I didn't live up to the expectation." the woman noted as his eyes darkened. Wanting to change his mood she lightened up.
"Well, I'm happy you're here Savage. You have much to learn in the ways of the force.. you're strong but your energy is incredibly dark but you... you do not feel that way....." she trailed off in thought and muttered, "certainly an enigma. Very interesting," she tapped her finger against her chin.
  Savage's heart fluttered. He had never received any kind of praise from a female before and he didn't really know how to process it. His flush only deepened when she once again undressed in his line of sight, slipping on a shorter, loose grey dress.
"When you've finished, dress and meet me outside,â she skipped out the door and shouted something unintelligible into the trees.
  Savage silently hoped she wasn't completely insane while he quickly washed the dishes for her. He pulled on his pants and his long black kilt. Remembering that she had cut off his shirt for a sling he huffed and left the tattered remnant. When he came out, he saw what could've been a scene in a holovid. She stood with under a ray of sunlight, skin shimmering in the glow with a bright smile gracing her face. Her hands were pressed to the forehead of a green Varactyl while a dozen small song birds of every color fluttered around her.
"I think I should call you 'princess,'" he stepped forward cautiously.
She giggled melodiously.
"Mira here won't hurt you I promise. You think I look like a princess?" she flushed and batted her eyelashes.
"More than anyone else I've ever seen."
She extended her hand out to Savage.
"Come here," she cooed. He slowly made his way to her and took her hand. It was soft and warm, she held it for just a moment, running her thumb over his knuckles.
"Do not be afraid. Mira is a friend," she placed his hand where hers was just a minute ago on the Varactyl's head.
"Close your eyes and reach out to her with the force. Gently."
  He stood there for a minute before he felt anything. All of a sudden it felt like wind was rushing around him. He could see trees flying past him and a breeze danced against his skin. He leapt from trees, gliding through the air.
  She watched with satisfaction as his and Mira's eyes were closed and their breathing synced slowly. She felt their signatures meld for a moment. Savage pulled his hand away and looked at her wide eyed but grinning. Mira chirped happily beside him.
"Good, you made the connection. Rather quickly I might add. Mira is a receptive one. Very friendly. She's been with me a couple years now."
"I...I felt what she feels when she hunts," he was smiling at the creature fondly.
"Yes, that seems to be a favorite time for her."
"That felt much different than any other time I've used the force.... was that the light side?"
"I'm sure the Jedi would say yes but I am no Jedi. I don't see the force as light or dark."
Savage looked confused. Everyone called the force light or dark. The woman continued,
"Take a knife for example. In the wrong hands... a knife can take an innocent life, used to rob someone or threaten them other ways. However, in the 'right' hands it can be used as a medical instrument, carve wood or simply chop produce. I think of the force in the same way. The intent is what matters to me. Did you want to hurt Mira when you reached out to her?"
"No..no I didnât," he stammered.
"Thatâs why it felt different."
  Savage understood what you were saying and turned back to Mira. The animal nudged him gently with her head affectionately.
"Let's go for a ride. I wanna finish stripping the ships you landed on. I haven't been to those ones yet. If you have anything else there, nowâs a good time to get it."
  The woman strapped large bags onto the sides of the Varactyl. She hopped up onto Mira's back and once again extended her hand out to Savage. He climbed up and took his seat behind her. When Mira lurched forward, he gripped the woman's waist tightly so he wouldn't fall off and she laughed.
"Hold on tight handsome it's not a long ride but it's a turbulent one."
"A-alright princess."
   The added weight did nothing to slow Mira down. She was light on her feet and graceful. Leaping high into the air and gliding back down into the canopy. Princess whooped and cried out in excitement whereas Savage just held her tighter. His chest swelled with the rush. He was terrified but also having fun. He was a little disappointed when it ended and the ships were in sight. He slid off first and held his hands out for the princess. She beamed down at him and let Savage lift her by her waist with her hands on his shoulders. Her breath hitched when he pulled her down to him to set her on the grass underfoot. Quickly turning away to hide the heat rushing to her face.
"Alright, anything you wanna take, toss it in the bags. I'm gonna look through some of the others.â
  They parted. Savage always traveled light so he didn't have much to take with him. Some extra med gear and clothes, that was it. He hesitated in the cockpit looking down at the talisman that Mother Talzin gave him. It lay in pieces. He exhaled a silent apology, acknowledging that he probably wouldn't find his brother anytime soon. He slipped the pieces gently into his pocket and made his way out. After securing his few belongs in the saddle bag on Mira, he turned around to look for the princess. He could sense her nearby but couldn't see where she was.
"SAVAGE!"
He ran back to the hazardous pile of crashed ships.
"WHERE ARE YOU?"
He sighed relieved when she popped out behind his transport smiling ear to ear. His heart still pounding.
"Itâs not huge but there's a Kriffing cargo ship buried under your transport and a fighter. Help me lift them. Cargos are gold mines."
  She stood shoulder to shoulder with him; well, shoulder to rib. Both of their arms were raised. It was shaky at first but they managed to move Savageâs large transport off to the side with the force. The fighter was much easier to shift. She grabbed his wrist and cried out excitedly, pulling him along to the sealed door.
"Could you cut it open with your saber?"
He smiled as she watched him ignite his saber and cut through the thick durasteel.
"Yes! Cutitopencutitopencutitopen!" she chanted excitedly and squealed.
Once he kicked the obstacle out of their way she shrieked and dove practically head first inside. When he entered, he was hit with the heavy scent of death. Four Weequay bodies lay scattered and half rotted around the cargo bay. Savage covered his nose with a disgusted look on his face.
The woman however didn't seem bothered by it as she sifted through the containers.
"This was a pirate ship... I haven't seen many of those," her whole top half was inside a rather large container while she spoke.
"Usually lots of credits, jewelry, spice.... not really useful to us right now but if we ever make it out of here, we'll be rich." He made his way to the sleeping quarters and took the standard med gear and hygiene supplies that was fairly standard to each room.
  When he came out, he found her pleasantly surprised as she held up some lovely dresses in bright colors to her form.
"I think I can tailor these to fit..." more thinking out loud than actually talking to him. She walked deeper, into the cockpit and tried to fire up the engine to no avail. She didn't have hope, it looked like they nose-dived into the ground anyway. She sighed and checked the common area.
  Rations, some cook ware in better shape than hers was, liquor... other odds and ends that would be decently useful. Savage found her holding a Sabacc deck.
"Do you know how to play?" She asked coyly?
"Yeah... some of the other nightbrothers taught me when I was a pup. Do you?" She shook her head.
"Well, I'll show you. We can play together." Her face lit up and something warmed in his chest that he'd never felt before. He pointed his thumb back towards the cargo bay.
"I found something you might be interested in.." she followed him; arms full. He fiddled with a small electronic box and powered it up.
"It won't connect to the net out here but it looks like there are some downloaded holovids,â he turned back to face her. She had dropped everything she was carrying and stared at him in amazement.
"I...I've never seen a holo-player out here before," he smirked.
"Well princess if you can charge it, we can see what's on it."
  The two of them loaded up what they had onto Mira. Princess did a thorough once over of the other ships. Finding a blaster with a decent amount of charges was the second best find next to the holo-player. They found a few sewing kits, more rations and med kits, and some crop seeds which also excited her.
They had ended up spending much longer than she wanted to searching through the wreckage. The sun was starting to set and it was falling fast.
"We need to get going. It gets dangerous at night... things come out.." she shifted uncomfortably on her feet looking up into the trees. Mira let out a quiet warning chirp. Savage lifted her up and put her on the Varactyl's back, climbing up behind her. This time when he held her waist it was more protective.
"I think I can sense them... what are they?"
Mira took off but it was slower, more cautious than when they came here to begin with.
"I don't know.. I've never seen them clearly. I know they have two arms, and three long sharp claws. Their hide is tough and... very rough. No fur.."
  Savage held his saber in one hand, not yet igniting it. He could see in the dark but these creatures still hid. The sky was a deep, dusty blue as dusk swallowed the atmosphere. It felt different at night. Like the air was hungry.
"I will keep you safe," he said as his eyes darted around. Once they broke the tree line it was only a short distance to the cabin. They unhooked the bags from Mira and she dashed behind the house up the barren hills, as far away from the forest as she could get. Savage and princess walked into the house.
"I've never seen them leave the forest. They've never come out of the trees into the clearing so the house and the yard are safe as well as the hot springs and hills behind us. Savage nodded in understanding.
"Stay here," his voice rumbled, "I'll fetch wood for the fire."
  She nodded before he left with his weapon in hand. Princess started putting away their various findings and set some rations out on the table. They were going to have to go hunting again tomorrow. She felt his shift in the force. Fear had a particularly unique wavelength. She took the blaster and right before could get to the door he kicked it open with his arms filled with wood. He hurried inside, dropped the wood and latched the lock. His face was blanched.
"Are you alright?" she asked slowly reaching for him.
"They just stood there. Behind the trees. Watching."
"You have night vision?"
He nodded and looked down at her.
"I... Iâve never seen anything like them. So.. gangly. Tall and.." he shuddered and shook his head, controlling himself. If she lived here for so long it was safe but when he turned back to face her, she had regressed.
"Beasts in the trees....." she still stood but her eyes were blown, her arms crossed over her chest; trembling.
"Beasts in the trees...." she repeated
He quickly gathered her up in his arms and sat on the bed. Her terror radiating off of her. He shushed her softly and rocked gently. With a finger under her chin, he tilted her face up to his.
"Come back to me princess," he whispered soothingly.
"Itâs alright, you're safe. I will keep you safe. I've cut down bigger and scarier things in my life. My planet has a rancor infestation. I have you. It's alright," he continued to whisper and hold her until she came down. She splayed her hand on his chest over his hearts. Their strong beat acting as an anchor. She buried her face in his neck. Her breath hot on his skin.
That warm feeling pooled in his chest again. He ran his fingers across her forehead, swishing away the hair that had fallen over it. She finally pulled away to look into his eyes.
"T-thank you Savage... I don't know how much longer I could've lasted alone out here. I feel like I'm breaking as soon as the sun goes down." He thought about his next words carefully as he stroked her cheek.
"My people live in darkness. I have lived with and fought against its terrors all of my life. I swear to you I am strong enough to keep you from harm. Today I found myself... almost glad to have crashed here. Because of you, and what you can show me. But, mostly you princess," his face was hot. She pressed a tender kiss to his cheek.
"We should eat. You especially. I imagine you're starving. The rations aren't bad with the hot sauce I found," she smiled coyly at him.
  They ate in a comfortable silence. This time he watched as she slipped off her dress out of the corner of his eye. A feeling of want tingling under the surface. When they crawled in bed together, she wrapped her leg around him and lay her head on his chest. Listening to his hearts beat while he held her close to him.
She stayed like that all night and for the first time in years, she slept through the night.
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Fandom: Steven Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Words: 1600~
Summary: Lapis genuinely doesnât know how many hours (Days? Months? Years?) have passed when light finally graces her eyes once again.
Ah, my first Lapis POV fic! This one has been in my drafts for ages- at least a year and a half. Feels nice to finally have it done.
If you read this and enjoy, Iâd greatly appreciate your support through reblogs here, or kudos/comments on AO3. Thank you! <3
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Finally Free
Itâs funny, in a way.
She spent thousands of years trapped inside herself, unable to form... hating the Crystal Gems... fearing the endless destructive conquest of the Diamonds... and yet in the end, the first time she falls in a battle she fought willingly she does so fighting alongside those star-bearing rebels, face-to-face with the very Diamond who abandoned her to Earth to be forgotten to begin with.
And now, sheâs gone. Trapped inside herself again. Itâs equal parts disorienting as it is concerning. After all, Lapis Lazuli cannot see the world beyond. She has no way of knowing if the Crystal Gems lost or won. No way of knowing if sheâll be shattered at any moment. Itâs nerve-rackingâ suffocating! She wants out. She wants to know.
But no matter what she tries, she canât manage to pull herself out of this formless limbo on demand. She always imagined that the next time she got struck down sheâd reform in an instant... pop right back up like the next dayâs dawn, ready to slice the waves and swing her fists like sheâs never been shaken to her knees in the first place. Apparently not.
Despite her dearest wishes, it would seem the universe has a higher agenda.
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Lapis genuinely doesnât know how many hours (Days? Months? Years?) have passed when light finally graces her eyes once again.
Fittingly, itâs the ocean who greets her first as she hovers midair in the midst of reformation, arms outstretched and coursing with newfound strength as her form fully solidifies. She gently falls to her knees on the sand. With the sunâs energizing warmth kissing the gemstone on her back, she spreads her fingers through the fine granules, her relief at being free from unconsciousnessâ cruel prison so palpable and overwhelming that for a moment sheâs irrationally terrified sheâll poof again from the intensity of this fierce emotion alone. Her hard-light body remains solid, however. After all, sheâs a stubborn Gem. Thereâs no way sheâll let herself poof as easily as she did this time around ever again.
Coaxing herself to her feet, she makes a clear point of judiciously surveying her surroundings. Her first big clue as to the outcome of the battle is the fact that the Diamond ships still lay broken and motionless in the shallows at the edge of the peninsula. (Not to mention the fact that the Earth is still... well, here.) Directly behind her, she finds a makeshift worktable formed out of a thick board placed over twin stacks of wood, with plenty of human tools scattered across its surface. No one appears to be hanging around Stevenâs house right now, but thereâs a sizable tarp thrown over the half that Blueâs ship smashed during the battle. Thatâs good, that insinuates that someoneâs alive to begin repairs. Although, wait a minute... Her brow sharply creases as she filters back through recent memory. Wasnât that ship still leaning against the side of the cliff when she poofed? Howâd it get into the water? And how did the arm shipâs thumb get reattached?
Before she can fret about these mysteries further and and risk losing herself to a burst of paranoid panic, she hears her name called from the distance. Attentively, she whirls around, seeking its source.
Itâs Peridot, sprinting right towards her across the fine sand as if the rest of this growing, changing world has somehow hurtled to an abrupt stop. But not her. Goodness, never her. Sheâs always in motion, always manages to be so alive.
And she... sheâs changed her outfit. Thereâs stars everywhere, on her leggings at her knees, in the silhouette formed by the shape of her visor and hair, and plastered proudly right across her chest. Lapis canât help but give a fond smirk at the sight. It suits her. Now she can finally represent like a true Crystal Gem.
âLapis!â she exclaims as she crosses the final distance, lands herself face-to-face once more. âYouâre finally back!â
For a minuscule moment the green eyes behind that tinted visor glitter with deep affection and relief, and her arms stretch outward as if she intends to envelop her in a tight embrace and never let go, but as oft is the case, the turbulent waves of emotion coursing through this Gem are riddled with more complexity than initial appearances let on. And if thereâs one thing Lapis fails to excel at, itâs understanding how to best respond to the nuances of complex emotions. Sheâs never been much of a people person, even before her capture.
Eventually, the joyful familiarity within Peridotâs expression dims, andâ inhaling deepâ she steeples her fingers together as if she were an agate merely addressing a subordinate. The tone of her voice becomes bitingly procedural, detached.
(Try as she may, Lapis canât block the ephemeral ache this new reality elicits at her core as the conversation continues. She clutches at her wrist, shamefully dropping her gaze to the sand.)
âAnyways,â the former Kindergarten technician says evenly, gesturing at the mess littering the beach behind them, âwe have a lot of work to do. No time to waste!â
Her brow creases. âBut... didnât we win?â
âWe did, yes,â she nods in confirmation. âBismuth can explain in more depth, but sheâs currently on one of the diamond ships. Weâre fixing them so we can fly out as backup.â
âBackup? Backup for what?â
Peridotâs cool and collected guise crumples at this query, her hands curling into small fists as she blinks away any lingering evidence of her distress.
âStevenâs in trouble,â she reveals. âWe just received a distress message from him yesterday. Iâm told he returned to Homeworld with the Diamonds to discuss healing all the corrupted Gems, but...â
âSomething went wrong,â she guesses, the shadow of her bangs darkening over her eyes. âThey turned on him.â
âWell... we donât really know what happened. Which is why time is of the essence!â she says with a sudden surge of positive energy, swiftly jabbing her pointer finger in the air. âFollow me, and Iâll show you where weâre working.â
Her old roommate prepares to jog away, towards the other side of the beach where the ships lay in temporary rot and ruin. Time stills in Lapisâ mind, if but for a brief moment, as she watches the sunlight glint at the upper edge of her visor, the refraction producing almost kaleidoscopic patterns in the sand. The choppy rhythm of the ocean, its undulating melody as it washes in and away from shore, uninterrupted... it almost sounds sad. She hums a few bars of a song she wrote back in her solitude, on the moon. And then she realizes, eyes widening... that she never really left that place, did she? In a way, even though she returned to Earth, itâs like sheâs still stuck watching everyone from that observation sphere, still barring herself from nurturing her relationships with others out of fear.
Lapis throws her glance out towards the endless horizon, standing tall and erect as the loose pants of her new form billow against her legs in the light breeze. The long-held tension at her core releases. Sheâs done closing herself off from people. Sheâs done with feeling trapped and alone. She wants to mend her relationships, not let them erode away.
Which means... she has to at least try to make things right with Peridot. Somehow.
The tideâs pace resumes to its full intensity. At that precise moment, her friend turns on her heels, swiftly preparing to return to their work site.
âPeridot,â she says, quickly stepping forward to catch her shoulder before she can walk off, before she journeys to some distant shore where she canât follow.
The shorter Gem freezes in place upon the utterance of her name. She doesnât respond in words initially, lips tightly pursed. Waiting. Hoping.
(Stars, just say it!)
âI... I shouldnât have run away,â Lapis blurts out, her form growing lighter the second that vocalization crosses the threshold from her guilt-filled subconscious to shining reality. âThat was... a huge mistake. And I really wish I could make it up to you, but...â Her scattered focus shifts as she searches for somethingâ anythingâ to say in further acknowledgement of her regret, eventually landing upon the shattered remnants of wood still strewn across the beach. She sighs sadly, giving her respects. âIâm pretty sure we can both agree that the barnâs a goner.â
Under her hold, Peridotâs once-tense shoulder relaxes. She makes no move to face her, however, still drinking in the no-doubt humbling sight of this planetâs boundless sea
âWell,â she begins slowly. âAs long as you work to communicate with your friends whenever you feel overwhelmed in the future, and promise not to kidnap all of my morps into space again, I think we can call it even.â
She places one of her hands atop hers, the action but a small sign of their renewed goodwill.
âIn any case, Iâm- really glad youâre back,â she says, fondness evident in her tone.
Lapis smiles.
The oceanâs melody is no longer tinged with a companionless melancholy.
_
Itâs funny how things can change.
She spent thousands of years terrified of the consequences of being caught as traitor to the Great Diamond Authority, and now sheâs planning to illegally commandeer a diamond ship to fly a rescue mission into the stagnant heart of Homeworld. Sheâs only been a Crystal Gem for the equivalent of a few minutes, and yet sheâs already reformed bolder and braver than ever before.
She feels strong. Despite the inherent danger of their task, she feels an ever-building reassurance, fighting amongst her friends. For the first time ever, she finally feels like someone has her back.
Lapis closes her eyes as she reflects on the culmination of her journey, standing confident alongside her dear friend on the bridge of Blueâs ship.
No more searching. No more running. Sheâs finally free.
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Light in the Dark
Summary: Avoiding Bucky seemed to be the thing to do after the two of you broke up, until a mission gone wrong shows you how much you have to lose. Pairing; Bucky x Reader Word Count: 2415 Warnings: Language, angst, canon typical gun violence, GSW, blood. Square Filled: Post-Breakup AU for @marvelfluffbingo. Square Filled: Second gif within the fic (Y2) for @buckybarnesbingo. [Rating: Teen/Mature] A/N: I feel like I maybe ended another fic with a similar line? Anyway, donât call me out, ha. Happy Reading!
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âSo, ending it. Thatâs what you want?â
Tears were brimming in her eyes and the lump in her throat stopped her from answering Buckyâs question. She sniffed, hoping it would stop her emotions from falling down her cheeks. One blink though, and she was betrayed.Â
âItâs not what I want, Buck.â Her tone was bordering on pleading. âBut you and I donât want the same things. I want to move forward, you want to stay stuck. You wonât open up to me, you havenât touched me in weeks â and Iâm not even talking about sex. You wonât hold my hand, wonât stand within two feet of me.â
He pressed his lips to a thin line and sighed. He started with a measured tone, partial words stumbling out until he got so frustrated at his inability to form a sentence, he let out a loud growl and pounded on the table nearby.Â
âYou donât get it! All right? You donât know the things that are still in my head, you donât know how much fear I live in, every mother fucking day, that Iâm going to lose it and hurt you.â He squeezed his eyes shut, raking a vibranium hand through his hair. âThis is more than you can handle, Y/N. There are days when â when I donât wanna talk and you think things are worse than ever. Thatâs not always the case. Some days I just need the quiet. Everything in my head is so loud â thatâs not the point. The point is, Iâm not good for you.â
Her tears came to an abrupt stop. âAre you fucking kidding me? You think I donât have demons of my own? You think the things that I have done, the lives I have taken, donât haunt me in my sleep? At every waking moment? I see their faces, every time I close my eyes. You are not the only one with blood on your hands, Bucky Barnes.â She stood and clenched her fists at her sides. âIf you think that Iâm one of those agents who was bred into this because my parents were in the first wave of S.H.I.E.L.D agents, who can handle all of this and then sleep at night like itâs nothing, you donât know me at all.â
She stepped up to him and took his face in her hands before kissing him softly. She wiped her taste away with her thumb before taking a step back.Â
âGoodbye, Bucky.â
For weeks after the split, they avoided each other at all costs. If she rounded a corner and saw Bucky coming her way, she backtracked and took the long way around. If Bucky was headed to the common room but heard her singing along to the radio before he made it there, he turned on his heel and got what he needed elsewhere. Every now and then, he could bribe someone into getting what he needed, but the whole crew was running thin on that arrangement.Â
âYou could talk to her, you know,â Sam suggested.Â
Steve nodded his agreement. âAt least work out a schedule of who can be where and when. Thatâs the dumbest shit Iâve ever heard, but hey, at least then you two can have a more normal life and the rest of us can stop making money off of your awkward situation. Besides, itâs been ⊠how long has it been? Surely long enough for you two to be adults about the situation.â
Bucky rolled his eyes. âIf she wanted to talk to me, sheâd come to me and say what she needed to say.â
Nat came into the room and sighed. âNot necessarily, Barnes. Iâve talked to Y/N about it and she doesnât want to be in your way anymore than you want to be in hers. To be honest, Iâm not so sure that this break-up is really worth the trouble when the two of you could just talk it out and work through your problems.â
âWe wanted different things,â Bucky mumbled, âand that hasnât changed. What I want hasnât changed.â
Nat rolled her eyes. âHer. You want her, stupid. The rest of it is called compromise. You should look it up sometime. Y/N can stop moping around, you can come back from the dim place. Everyone can be back to their normal lives.â
âThe dim place?â Sam repeated.Â
âYeah, you know. Not the dark place. Heâs been in the dark place. This sucks but itâs not as bad as the dark place.â
âMakes sense,â Steve commented; Bucky looked to him for confirmation that his best friend agreed with Nat. âHey, itâs not bad advice. I mean, she's also the one who told me to ask out the chick in accounting with a lip piercing.â
Nat punched Steve playfully in the shoulder. âHey, she was nice!â
They all laughed about the idea of a freshly-thawed Steve dating a girl with a lip piercing; Bucky had to admit, it was nice to have the attention off of him and Y/N and on to a different subject.Â
Attention rescue team; emergency extraction call received. Departure in three minutes and counting. Rescue team; extraction mission imminent. Three minutes and counting.Â
FRIDAYâs voice pulled most of them from a steady â or not-so-steady â sleep and into action mode. A team raced for the quinjet, in uniform and ready for a debriefing as the jet took off. Â
âSecretary of State was abducted by a Russian militia organization. Our job is to go in, extract, get him home. Iâm waiting now for reports on what kind of arms they have on the ground,â Tony informed as he set their destination into the navigation system.Â
Y/N buckled in and let out a deep breath. Flying was something she was getting more used to, but she did better when she knew the flight was coming. Several minutes into the flight, her tension was redirected from a few bumps of turbulence to the unexpected hand on her shoulder.Â
âYou doing okay?â Bucky asked.Â
She pulled her shoulder from his touch. âYeah, fine. Iâm always fine.â
He smirked just a little. "I know you are, but the flying âŠâ
âIâm great, Sergeant Barnes. Just peachy.â
Bucky pressed his lips into a thin line and he sat back in his seat. Y/N kept her eyes forward, her expression stoic, even as Tony took the jet higher. Her jaw was clenched though, giving away her nerves. Bucky decided the best thing to do would be to keep an eye on her; be supportive from a distance.Â
The mission started out well enough. They located the Secretary easily â too easily, really. Nat, Wanda, and Clint went ahead of the group to keep the path clear back to the quinjet; Tony and Rhodey were on either side of the Secretary; Y/N and Steve were right behind him; Bucky brought up the rear.Â
No one was quite sure where the first shots came from. The Secretary groaned and grabbed for his left shoulder as more bullets whizzed past the group. Tony and Rhodes took one arm each and flew him back to the quinjet while the rest of them went on the defensive.Â
Y/N was taking a mental head count of everyone running in front of her; Nat, Wanda, Clint, Steve â check all. Where was Bucky? Emotions took over and she spoke into the comm.Â
âBarnes, send back.â When no answer came, she stopped in her tracks. âBarnes! Send back!â
Still no answer. Her eyes met Steveâs for a brief second before she was turning and running the other direction, away from the rest of them. Steve was yelling behind her but she wasnât about to stop and wait for whatever it is he had to say. As she got back to where the shooting had started, she started calling Buckyâs name. Her heart raced with frantic emotion at the million possibilities that could be keeping Bucky behind.Â
A Russian militiaman was positioned over Bucky, fists flying. Bright red blood pooled under Buckyâs thighs and spurting with each heartbeat made Y/N panic that his wounds were fatal as is, without a beating on top of it. A feral yell rumbled from deep in her chest as she rushed the other man, knocking him away from Bucky and tackling him to the ground.Â
Her own fists were flying now, lashing out at the man who might dare to take Bucky away from her. Somewhere in her mind, Y/N knew that getting Bucky medical attention needed to be a priority, but she couldnât stop her anger from taking control at that moment.Â
âY/N, hey, come on! Enough!â Steve yelled, finally catching up to her. He pulled her away from the Russian, who had gone unconscious at some point. His face was bloody and mangled, but his own people would have to take care of him.Â
Steve assessed Buckyâs other injuries while Y/N used her belt as a tourniquet around his leg. Between the two of them, they managed to get him back to the quinjet without much more incident; the second the were on board, Tony raised the bridge and took off.Â
âWhat happened?â Nat questioned, helping to get Bucky laying down. She grabbed for a first aid kid and found some gauze to place over the bullet wound while Y/N threw her gloves off and took his face in her hands.Â
âBucky! Can you hear me? Look at me, Buck! You stay with us, all right? Weâre going to get you back, theyâre going to take care of you. But you have to fight too, you have to stay with me,â she pleaded, tears filling her eyes when his eyes met hers. âPlease, Bucky. You canât leave me like this, okay? Weâve got too many days of awkward interactions ahead of us.â
Buckyâs mouth pulled into a weak smirk as his cold, shaky hand came up to her cheek. Y/N leaned into it, still pleading quietly with him not to leave her like this.Â
âEverythingâs okay,â Bucky whispered, only a couple of seconds before his eyes closed and his hand fell away from her face.Â
Hours passed in agony as you waited outside the medical bay for any updates on Buckyâs health. She didnât change out of her uniform, didnât bother to get cleaned up, only followed his gurney as far as they would let her go. After that, she found a chair and fell into it, determined not to move until she had some concrete information.Â
âHere,â Nat said, nudging her with an elbow. âWater and coffee. Iâll bring you food when you can stomach it.â
Y/N took the water bottle first, downed half of it, then set it aside and sipped at the coffee. She probably did need to eat, but the very idea of food make her stomach churn. Nat stayed but didnât speak. Y/N waited a full minute before she broke the silence.Â
âHe was trying.â
Nat frowned. âBucky?â
Y/N nodded. âOn the quinjet. He knew I was going to be anxious about the flight and he asked if I was okay. I blew him off. I didnât want his sympathy because Iâm still so mad at him. How could he think that I was â that I couldnât understand where he was coming from? Maybe not to the extent that it was happening, but Iâm not innocent, Nat.â She scoffed. âAnd how could I not be more understanding? How could I walk away from him and not show him how much I love him. How much I need him.â
âYou need each other,â Nat offered.Â
âYeah. I think youâre right.â
She sat silently with Nat for the next several hours. There was still no word, and no one would let them into the medical bay. Nat had finally convinced Y/N that she needed to shower when Dr. Cho came out to update them. Y/N bumped into Nat, she turned around so fast after hearing her name being called.Â
Helen drew in a deep breath. âBullet nicked his femoral artery, but fortunately, I think his advanced healing process saved his life. We did the rest of the surgical repairs and I believe if he can pull through the next couple of days, he should be in the clear.â
Both Nat and Y/N breathed a sigh of relief. The women hugged briefly before Y/N asked if she could see him.Â
Helen smiled. âOf course; heâs been asking for you. We wanted to give him time to pull it together after the surgery.â
But Y/N only the first of Helenâs sentence. She raced into the medical bay, stopping once to ask which room Bucky was in. When she got there, she was nearly breathless.Â
âWondered if you were gonna come see me,â Bucky mumbled, giving her as much of a smile as he could manage.Â
She stood next to his bed and took his vibranium hand. âBucky, Iâm so sorry âŠâ
âHey, youâre not the one who shot me.â
âDonât joke,â Y/N scolded. âYou know what I mean. I shouldnât have walked away, shouldnât have brushed you off in the jet. What if you hadnât made it?â
Bucky squeezed her hand. "Hey, câmon, sweetheart. Iâm all right. Iâve been through worse than this.â
âBut not with me so mad at you,â she whispered. âI don't want to do this anymore, Buck. I don't care how much we fight or how much we push each other away. I don't want to have the horrendously gigantic cloud lingering over me that one of us could die and you wouldn't know how much I love you.â
Bucky reached up to caress her cheek; this time, his hand was warm, steady. âI can't promise to give you everything you want right away. I still am who I am, Y/N. But I sure as hell can try.â
She leaned over to place a soft kiss on his lips. âWho you are is exactly who I fell in love with. Trying is all I ask.â
He pulled her in for another kiss. There would be plenty more to be discussed, when Bucky was fully on the mend and ready for it. The fights would come, the darker days would come. As long as neither of them gave up on each other, though, there would always be a light in the darkness.Â
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Songs to Play While Hunting a Killer: Chapter One
*Gif not mine*
Prev -> Next
Pairings: HotchxReader, Enemies to lovers
Rating: M
Words: 2.5K
Warnings: None right now, eventually will be smut
Request: OPEN/CLOSED
Summary: Y/N is a Bounty Hunter who always runs. Aaron is the Agent that stays behind, it was no mystery why they didnât get along. When the two are called to revisit an old case together itâs no wonder old feelings revisit too.
AN: Iâm taking some liberties with the reaper storyline but still keeping the basic crux of it. So please donât attack me that itâs not exactly like the episodes Iâm trying to fit it around the story. Message to be added to taglist! much love, Cia.Â
       Chapter 1: Killer Queen by QueenÂ
You stopped at the motel first to check out and change. Opting for a black cropped t-shirt, skinny black jeans and as always your leather jacket. You put your bags in your car and head to the FBI headquarters. Queen blaring in your stereo and suddenly remembering why you hated driving in the city. You parked in the parking garage and put the top on Lou, figuring youâd be separated for a while. As you say your goodbyes, you hear a low whistle behind you. Â
âIs that an 85 Miata?â The older gentleman asks.Â
You smile. âClose, 1990. How are you doing, Rossi?â
The man looked confused for a second before the realization took hold. âY/N?â You nod and the man is sweeping you in a hug. âLook at you, bella, youâve grown. And changed styles apparently.âÂ
âYea, that tends to happen over a decade, Rossi.â You laugh, following the man into the building. âWhat are you doing here though? Last I heard you were retired and rich?â  Â
âStill rich, just not retired.â The man laughs. âWhatâre you doing here though? Last I checked your dad is actually retired.âÂ
 âActually, Hotchner invited me to consult on a case.â You say. Rossi looks at you incredulously.Â
âHotch? Willingly asked for your help?âÂ
âWell, it was like pulling teeth but thankfully heâs not an idiot.â
âWhat happened with you kids anyway? You were inseparable back in the day.âÂ
You frown. You didnât like to think about that time in your life. âPeople change.â  Â
âIâll say, look at you kid. All leather and classic cars now.â He laughs, you laugh with him as he directs you into the BAU.Â
The two of you are immediately greeted by a brightly dressed blonde woman. âHey Rossi!â She says to the man.Â
âGarcia.â He greets, gesturing to you. âThis is--âÂ
âY/N Y/L/N.â She says, extending a hand for you to shake. âHotch had me look into you, you are completely bad-ass! I read about how you went after that team of bank robbers last month that ended in a car chase. Youâre like super cool, Iâm Penelope.â
âThank you, Penelope. Hotch made you look into me?âÂ
âOh yea, Iâm the Tech Analyst for the BAU.â
âI assumed so, and he made you do a background check on me?â You ask, trying not to sound angry. It wasnât her fault, but your tone betrayed you.Â
She looks at you awkwardly. âUmm, yea⊠Sorry?âÂ
âNot your fault, excuse me.â You nod to the two people. Rossi tries to stop you but you dodge the hand going to your wrist and stalk up the stairs to your dadâs old office that was now Hotchâs. You slam the door closed and he looks up from files on his desk and levels you with an angry expression.Â
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â He says.Â
âYou had a background check run on me?â You ask angrily. âWhen Iâm already an approved consultant.âÂ
âOf course I did, I needed to know what kind of person Iâm sending out there with my team.âÂ
âWhich is why you read my file which already has my background check in it! Not to mention, you already fucking know me, Hotch.â You say, seething. âDonât look into my life without my permission again.âÂ
The two of you didnât notice the team watching you from the bullpen below.Â
âDo you guys know who she is?â Reid says, looking to the group.Â
Emily shakes her head. âNo, but judging by how theyâre yelling at each other, Hotch definitely knows her.âÂ
Penelope walks up to the group. âThatâs Y/N Y/L/N. She and Hotch went to Academy together and sheâs helping us with our next case. Which is what I came to tell you, we should head to the conference room now.âÂ
The team is waiting in the conference room for 5 minutes before you and Hotch walk in. Youâre still kinda pissed but you knew better than to make other people shoulder your bad mood, especially strangers.Â
âThis is Ms. Y/N Y/L/N, sheâll be consulting with us this case-âÂ
âDoctor.â You say. Hotch looks at you confused. âI went back to school after I quit the FBI.â You explain. âSo itâs Dr. Y/N Y/L/N.âÂ
âI didnât know that.â He says.Â
âWhat? It didnât come up in your unnecessary background check?â You say, the team including Hotch give a small grimace. You decide to ignore that and sit. âShall we get started?â      Â
A blonde woman cleared her throat. âYea, weâre going to Boston, a couple was found dead in their car, the boyfriend was shot once in the head, and the girl was stabbed multiple times. Weâre investigating to see if it was the Boston Reaper.âÂ
A light skinned man speaks up at that point. âThe Reaper is back? He hasnât killed in a decade, how are we sure itâs not a copycat?âÂ
âItâs him.â You speak up. The group looks at you, but you keep your eyes trained on the crime scene photos. âIs there any record of the male victim wearing glasses?âÂ
You watch the woman who introduced herself as Garcia earlier type on a laptop for a minute before speaking up. âThereâs no record of it, why?âÂ
You push the photo towards Hotch so he could see what you were seeing. âItâs Foyetâs.âÂ
He looks at it and nods. âWheels up in 30.âÂ
You pale for a second. âUp?âÂ
âYea, we have a jet now, Bella.â Rossi says, patting you on the back. You swallow roughly.Â
God, you hated flying.Â
âââââââââââââââââ-Â Â
You really hated flying.Â
The team seemed pretty calm, expected since they fly so much but there was a reason why you liked driving Lou everywhere. Flying was⊠not your style.Â
âFear of flying?â You look up to see the lanky kid from earlier looking at you.
âFear of crashing.â You nod back.Â
âYou know, turbulence hardly results in crashes. What you really have to worry about is microburst. The sudden down-pressure of air hitting a craft like this will capsize it.â He says smiling, you look at him in horror, knowing he was just trying to comfort you but accidentally did the opposite.Â
âYouâre Dr. Reid, right? Gideonâs prodigy?âÂ
âYou knew Gideon?âÂ
âI know Gideon. He was an agent on my dadâs team for years. I just had lunch with him about 2 months ago.âÂ
âMonths?â He says, confused. âI havenât heard from him in years and you saw him months ago?!âÂ
âRelax, it was purely by chance. I ran into him while working a bounty in Albuquerque and we decided we might as well eat lunch together while we were in the same place.â You shrugged. âHe talked about you a lot though. Still keeps track of the work youâre doing, said he was proud.âÂ
âWell, if he really was Iâd hear it from him.âÂ
âI know. Trust me Iâve called him an idiot multiple times for leaving the way he did butâŠ. this life isnât for everyone, it certainly wasnât for me. It takes a toll and eventually something's gotta give.âÂ
âLetâs go over the case, please.â You hear Hotch call out. You both instantly turn your attention to the man. You canât help the nervous feeling in your stomach, itâs been a while since you worked an actual case that wasnât already solved. You didnât want to fuck this up. You watched Aaron and his team go over the details of the case, now with the information that you provided them earlier. You watched as his team regarded him with respect and the authoritative air he had about him now. Hotch had always been a serious person, you not so much. Back in the academy days you used to balance each other out. Now, all you did was clash.Â
âDo you have anything to add, Y/N?â Hotch asked. The team immediately turns to look at you.Â
You smirk. âIf I had something to say Iâd say it, Hottie.âÂ
âHottie?â The light skinned man from earlier questions, smirking at Hotch as well. Hotch ignores him leveling you with a serious look.Â
âIâve already told you itâs Hotch or Hotchner now, Y/N.âÂ
âHotch.â You say, testing the word out on your tongue. You grimace. âDoesnât have the same ring to it. I think Iâm going to stick with Hottie, if you donât mind.â Â
âI do.â He says, blankly.Â
âWell then, I guess it's good we have bigger things to worry about right now.â You say. He looks you in your eye, you look right back. Youâve never been scared of Aaron, you werenât going to start now. The team was now watching the exchange intensely, you imagine that no one had really stood up to Hotchner before.Â
âFine.â he says after a while. âReid, JJ you guys head to the Field office. Morgan, Prentiss and Rossi head to the crime scene. And you.â he says, looking you back in the eye, you smirk. âYouâre with me, youâre going to help us find George Foyet since he has no last known address. Show me how good you actually are at bounty hunting.âÂ
âOh, Iâm more than good, Hottie.â You wink. Aaron rolls his eyes.Â
You sigh. Just like old times.Â
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When you exit the plane, the FBI issued SUVs are already waiting. Before he could notice, you picked the keys out of Hotchâs pockets and slid into the driver's seat, putting your shades on to combat the baking sun. He looks confused for a second before just getting into the passenger seat. You put Queen on the stereo before peeling out. You drive for a while in silence, Hotch clearly watching you.Â
âWhat?â you say.Â
âIs this how you start all your cases? Because you seem to just be driving aimlessly and we donât have tim--âÂ
âHottie, relax. I know exactly what Iâm doing.â Â
âHotchner.âÂ
âCome on, there was a time when you liked me calling you Hottie.âÂ
âTimes change.âÂ
You nod. âThatâs true.â You say, you knew you and Hotch would never be the same after what happened. âCall your tech girl for me?â You ask.
Hotch nods and calls. You hear a voice on the line. âTalk dirty to me.â it says.Â
âHey, itâs Y/N/N.â You say. âCan you tell me where Roy Colson works?âÂ
âI can tell you what he ate for breakfast, honey. One second.â You continue driving listening to the faint clacks of Garciaâs typing. âEmployee records say heâs employed at the Boston Examiner now.âÂ
âExactly what I thought, thanks Garcia.â You park. âWeâre here.â You say getting out the car, Hotch falling into step behind you.Â
âHowâd you know? Where Roy was?â He says.Â
You look at him confused. âBasic investigation skills? I may not have a fancy technical analyst but I do know how google works.â  Â
The two of you walk into the building and are greeted by a woman seated at the front desk. You smile walking up to her. âHi, Meredith? I think I spoke to you on the phone earlier.âÂ
âYes, Zoe right?âÂ
Hotch looks at you confused but you just smile and nod. âThatâs me.âÂ
âIâll show you back to Royâs desk. He must be so excited you guys are visiting.âÂ
âYea, weâre just stopping in town before the honeymoon, thought we might surprise him for lunch.â If Hotch didnât look confused before, he sure did now.Â
âIf you head down this hall and to the left, his desk is in the far left corner. Have a fun lunch, Congrats on your marriage.âÂ
âThank you!â You say smiling, slipping your hand into Hotchâs. âCome on, honey. Letâs go.âÂ
As soon as the receptionist is out of sight, Hotch is pulling his hand back like it was chemically burning him to be attached to you. âHey! That could hurt a girl's feelings, you know.âÂ
âZoe?â He asked. âHoneymoon??âÂ
âSo I said a tiny white lie to get in. Roy wasnât answering my calls.â You shrug. âI lie all the time on bounties.âÂ
Hotch stops you from walking, stepping into your space to look you in the eye. âThis isnât a bounty, Y/N. Itâs a federal investigation. This is unreasonably irresponsible and if you had been caught in your lie thatâs the only thing the defense would need to call a mistrial. A serial murderer would go free because you canât think for one second.â Heâs angry, youâve seen it before. And you want to get angry right back but for some reason the only that happens is butterflies in your stomach.Â
So not the time, Y/N⊠you think to yourself.       Â
âFine, no more lies. Only honest real investigation from now on. Scouts honor.â You say, saluting the man. He only rolls his eyes before continuing to walk down the hall.Â
The two of you walk onto the editing floor where you see Roy hunched at a computer desk. He looks up and sees you, eyes widening.Â
âHowâre you doing, Roy?â you say.Â
âHow did you find me?â He asks, you scoff.Â
âFinding people is literally my job description.â Hotch watches you lean back on his desk, arms folded. âYouâve been ignoring my calls, Roy.âÂ
âI already told you I wasnât comfortable giving up his location to you.âÂ
âAnd I told you, itâs not for me itâs for him.â You nod, and Roy turns finally looking at Hotch. âReaperâs back, which puts George at risk, so Iâm going to need an address before Big Boy arrests you for obstruction of justice, ok?â You slide over the stack of post-it notes he had on his desk to him. âWrite.â     Â
Roy writes silently before sliding the pad back to you. You rip off the top note and smile. âThank you. Oh and Roy?â You lean down, so that youâre eye level to him, looking him deep in the eye so heâd know you were serious. âIf I see any of what we talked about today in tomorrowâs paper⊠Iâm going to find you, for real. And Aaron wonât be here to protect you that time. Understand?âÂ
The man gulps and nods. You tap him lightly on the cheek with your palm. âAlways nice to see you, take care.âÂ
You and Hotch walk out the building together. âWas there not a better way you couldâve done that?â Hotch says.Â
âThat?â You ask. âThat was nothing, Itâs not my fault Roy is essentially a gopher.âÂ
âYou canât just go around making vain threats to people for information, Y/N.âÂ
âThatâs literally how I do my job, Hottie. And I apparently do it well since I got the address.â You look at Aaron over the roof of the car. âDonât question how I do my job, I wonât question how you do yours.â You say before getting back into the driverâs seat.Â
Aaron sighed a deep sigh, looking up towards the sky.Â
This was going to be a long case.
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Here's a prompt I hope you'll do. River finds the TARDIS in Sheffield empty and decides to hang around deep inside when the Doctor and the fam (or just Yaz) get back to go on a trip without knowing River is there.
Thank you for two brilliant prompts! Fair warning, I donât think this will be what either one of you expected lol. But I hope youâll like it anyway! I've been agonising over this for quite a while. I was getting a bit fed up with myself cause I feel like I'm repeating myself a lot in my writing at the moment, so I wanted to try something different. With both of these prompts referring to the TARDIS, I decided to try and write it from the TARDISâs POV! It was a lot of fun and made a nice change, I just hope you like it!
Rating: G
Word Count: 2700
Read on AO3 or below
Timeless ChildrenÂ
I know sheâs on her way, long before she knocks on my door. I always know. I remember it fondly and I look forward to it, as she chuckles:
âWell, hello Sweetie!â
To be perfectly honest, the point of speech still eludes me, it makes very little sense as a concept. Words seem so confining: How is a sentient entity that exists outside of linear time meant to retell a moment that has happened, is happening, and will happen in words that a human mind will understand? Itâs a silly notion. And yet there are words that are so much bigger than the sum of their letters. Hello Sweetie. Those words ripple through our time lines like a tidal wave and are far more than a greeting.
Here is River Song, knocking, awaiting a response from my Thief who is being very inconsiderate for being out. But I suppose they didnât know she would be dropping by - unlike me. Thankfully, she has a key. Mind you, I would have let her in as well but sheâs always been impatient. Like the river of time, always moving, far more fitting than a stationary pond. There we go again with words and their meanings.
âThis makes a changeâŠâ She smiles and I hum as she steps inside. Itâs the best greeting I can manage in their reality but I cast my mind out to her and she understands. She always does, just like my Thief. Sheâs looking around and I agree, I like the golden light too, itâs warm and welcoming and plays nicely in her golden curls. âHello Old Girl.â She comes up to the console and presses her hand to it. Funny this obsession linear beings have for touch, as if our minds touching wasnât intimate enough a gesture, but Iâll indulge it.
âLooking good in your old age. This is the oldest Iâve ever seen you.â She carries on and what a funny concept indeed to comprehend when everything is happening, has happened, will happen all at once.
âHas he changed again, too?â River draws a logical conclusion, naturally. She is a clever one and thatâs why theyâre so well matched: my Thief and my Child. So I hum proudly, though Iâm not sure my sentiment comes across. âWell, this should be interesting.â She smirks and makes her way further into my corridors. Sheâs probably looking for her spouse and unlike me is unaware theyâre about to return. Iâd tell her but she will realise soon enough.
Here they are now, banging the door shut a bit too firmly for my liking but itâs the sound that draws River back.
âWhere shall we go?â My dear Thief is lacking so much of their natural enthusiasm at this point in their timeline but they hide it well. I doubt Yaz even notices, they rarely do, the ways and strays. But The Doctorâs sadness, their turmoils echoes through my mind in the same way as Riverâs surprise does when she spots her spouse from the doorway.
Both their feelings resonate through me more than either of them will ever realise. I can always hear and feel them, no matter where and when they are. In return, I will have to content myself with the implicit understanding we share, the bits and pieces they manage to pick up with their linear, yet beautiful minds. I guess this is what made my kind band together with the Time Lords in the first place. They do better than most, with their pretty minds and sensitivity to time. And my Thief and their wife are special indeed.
âYou decide. Youâve been locked up for nineteen years, there must be somewhere youâve been wanting to go.ïżœïżœïżœ Itâs the human girl again and the Doctor smiles a very fake smile.
This bit is really not very interesting at all. Iâm far more concerned with what my Thief is thinking rather than saying. Iâm still extremely mad with them for that they did. There is no need for philosophical debate whether my sister had to die to defeat the squids in their metal homes, or not. It always has and always will happen but that doesnât make it right. Stupid, selfish, impulsive, inconsiderate, desperate, bitter, cold, lost⊠Again, so many words and none good enough to truly describe what the Doctor did or how theyâre feeling now.
At least River is here now, Iâm glad she came. Her love for my Thief is a welcome reprieve from their gloominess. And I enjoy her delight for seeing their new face as sheâs watching from the doorway, still unnoticed. Their emotions are so conflicting. My Thief is feeling so broken up over her recent experiences and my Child is feeling so whole for seeing her love again. Sheâs hanging back still, curious to find out what theyâre like now. Itâs often more informative than asking straight out. The Doctor rarely truly talks to anyone. They never share their sorrow. Linear, solid beings are funny like that. All that memory space and they use it to bottle up their emotions. Theyâll need a little kick as usual and thatâs where I come in.
âDoctor, whatâs happening?â I think I scared Yaz a little by just taking off but needs must.
âI donât know, I didnâtâŠâ Come on my beloved Thief, by now you should know the difference between going where you want to go and where you need to be. âItâs the TARDIS, sheâs going this. What are you playing at?â She scolds around the room as if I could be swayed by a little temper tantrum.
âYou still donât know how to fly her, do you.â I knew River wouldnât be able to resist. I do enjoy watching them bicker.
âWhat? How?!â The Doctor whips around and their emotions nearly knock me off course. There is just so much of it. These corporal beings really are so much bigger on the inside when it comes to that. Surprise. Joy. Confusion. Hope. Fear. Longing. That silly need to restrain their reaction so they wouldnât get carried away⊠And the amusement, playfulness from River which only covers that deep insecurity she always feels when seeing my Thief again. I wish they would just tell her of the depth of their emotions instead of hiding it away. So many misunderstandings could be avoided if they both just shared everything, they would finally fully understand the depth of their feelings for each other, the way I understand them. But the Doctor is always scared of giving too much, knowing that their time together is limited. And River doesnât want to hold them back, assuming she is just a tiny speck of dust in their extraordinary life, so she keeps her distance so it wouldnât hurt so much⊠Theyâre both so wrong.
âHow many regenerations is this now? And you still havenât found the time to glance at the manual.â Ah yes, teasing. The bedrock of their relationship and Riverâs way of going on the offensive, dictate the conversation. She likes to be in control of it. Ever since the Silence took her, she doesnât like to be at the mercy of others. She probably doesn't even realise sheâs doing it but I guess I just understand, sometimes I understand either one of them better than they understand themselves. To be fair, I have the advantage of having peeked at the end. And the beginning. And everything in between.
âI have been travelling in this TARDIS for thousands of years, I donât have toâŠâ They get so offended when someone insults their driving. Sometimes I do it on purpose just to wind them up.
âDoes she still leave the brakes on?â River smirks at the human who just doesnât understand. Not that she would have a clue as to how to fly me, but she also doesnât have a clue as to who sheâs dealing with.
âThe brakes?â Yaz echoes.
âAnd still you donât use the stabilisers.â Yes, quite right my darling Child and thank you, the Doctor never does. It feels a lot better when she flicks the right switch on the console.
âWho are you?â Yaz is looking around for an explanation and my Thief is too wrapped up in her own thoughts to answer. Her fears and worries are painful.
âProfessor River Song.â Again, with the touching. Solids and their hand shakes.
âRiver, how did you get in here?â Finally my Thief finds their voice at last.
âSaw you parked up in Sheffield, how was I to know you werenât home. I knocked.â River points out quite rightly. Right place, right time. Letâs be honest, I had something to do with that.
âSo you got in and hid?â There is really no need for the Doctor to act all affronted when really, itâs their own fault for not being here and when itâs just a defence mechanism to deal with her emotions.
âI do have a key.â Also, I would have let her in either way.
âWhy does she have a key? Who is she.â Oh Yaz, come on, it is pretty obvious by now. But that reminds me⊠Itâs about time for something else but letâs try not to be too obvious⊠Some turbulence will do it. It knocks them about a bit but not too much. Enough for River to tease her spouse some more:
âWhat sort of a course did you set? We just went straight through a cloud of sigma particles.â River is so much better with my controls. She is my Child after all and she listens, whereas my Thief very rarely does. Theyâre so stubborn like that.
âA what?â Yaz asks.
âLike a speed bump in the time vortex.â Yeah, sorry, that was me but letâs not tell that to my Thief.
âDo you know how to fly her?â Yaz is in awe and who can blame her.
âUnlike someone over here. What are you doing down there, Sweetie.â Now she notices them crouching over, about time, but thanks for looking after me first.
âAre you okay, Doctor?â Yaz notices as well.
âWhat have you got there?â River recognises it of course but itâs polite it ask.
âI⊠thought Iâd lost this⊠when I regenerated last time, it slipped off my finger.â The Doctor shows it to them. The ring. âIt was too big and I thought it was gone⊠the TARDIS must have kept it safeâŠâ
Well of course I did, silly Thief. Your wife would have killed you if youâd lost it and we canât have that. Also, you joy for finding it is such a lovely break from the gloom.
âYou thought youâd lost your wedding ring?â There River goes acting all affronted when really, sheâs so very happy to see it and so touched at how emotional my Thief is over finding it again.
âWedding ring?â I canât blame Yaz for feeling out of the loop. The Doctor really isnât forthcoming with information but I suppose itâs hard. I know how much they hurt whenever theyâre reminded of their wifes loss. âYouâre married?â
âI donât know why I thought that was a good idea at the timeâŠâ River teases to stop herself from revealing her real emotions. I wish solids didnât insist on doing that all the time. It gets weary after a while. âOh there we go with the breaks. See, itâs not meant to make that noise.â Indeed, time to land.
âI love that noise.â My Thief huffs getting to their feet.
âShe doesnât.â River retorts. Admittedly, I do like it a little bit. Always nice to announce ones arrival. But it does wear my brake pads down.
âYou talk just like the Doctor. Like the TARDIS is a person.â Yaz points out and I guess she canât be blamed for not understanding. She canât sense me in the way the Doctor and River can.
âPerson is a bit inaccurate. More like⊠entity. Sentient being. Person sounds so⊠limiting.â River understands and I hum, if only for the joy of seeing Yaz jump a little at the obvious response.
âHow do you know that.â Sheâs probably intrigued to find out.
âTimelords have a certain sensitivity to it, itâs why they aligned themselves with each other, the Timelords and the TARDISes, theyâre a race in their own right if you will.â River is kind to explain. Thatâs the mark of her trade, the archeology professor.
âAre you also a Timelord?â Itâs a fair assumption. My Thief wouldnât go around just marrying anyone. Unless of course you count all those accidental marriages⊠Elizabeth I, Cleopatra, Marilyn Monroe, I could go on but Iâll spare them the embarrassment.
âSomething thereabouts.â River waves it off, itâs too big a question to answer right now but it is important, now more than ever. Weâll get to that soon.
âYouâre no less a Timelord than I am, River.â Thatâs a good start. I knew eventually, the Doctor wouldnât be able to hide it. This is why I needed to bring them back together. River will understand and help.
âSorry?â Well, she doesnât understand right away but she will.
âThe Timelords are a myth, a fabrication, theyâre not a species, theyâre thieves.â Thatâs rich, coming from you, Thief.
âWhat do you mean?â
âItâs a long storyâŠâ The Doctor regrets the outburst now. Again, that reluctance to talk. It would be so much easier to just get it out of the way but they insist on going about it the long way.
âI have time.â I can sense Riverâs worry now as she, in turn, senses the Doctorâs distress that they're trying to bury.
âWhere are we?â Yaz interrupts and itâs a good question. I flick on one of the screens to show them and move this conversation along.
âDonât. Weâre going.â My Thief actually covers my screen so they canât see. How rude. âI donât know what youâre playing at but I donât want to be here!â They snap at me but as if that has ever done anything to impress me. Theyâre adorable when they get angry. So I turn on all the screens.
âGallifrey?â Yaz and River look to different screens as the Doctor canât cover them all and they come to the same conclusion.
âWhatâs left of itâŠâ My Thief huffs, trying to cover the anger and sadness that I feel most keenly.
âWhat happened here?â River realises the destruction that Yaz already knew about. âTell me.â
Yes my beloved Thief. Tell her. You need to talk to her about it. I canât talk back to you but she can. And maybe, then, you will realise something Iâve always known.
âThe Master did this⊠he was so angry.â The Doctor knows theyâre defeated, giving in at last. About time, too.
âYouâre angry too. Why?â River is so clever to pick it up, even without a telepathic connection to them. âNot just over what he did but something else. What did you mean when you said the Timelords are a fabrication?â Clever girl.
âIt was all a lie, River.â Finally. There we are. Itâs like dragging water from a stone but weâre getting somewhere and I know theyâll feel better for it. âIâm not one of them but they used me.â I can tell theyâre starting to feel better already and itâs what keeps them talking. âThey found me. They took my DNA, my regenerative ability and gave it to themselves⊠And I donât remember any of it. I donât know who I am. Where Iâm from. What I am.â Their voice trails off into what seems like silence but for me, itâs a storm of emotions raging through my mind. The Doctorâs sadness and desperation. Riverâs anger at what had been done to her love. Their shared sorrow as they both know what itâs like to be used as a pawn. They are so similar in so many ways. And then, there is relief and warmth when River pulls the Doctor into her arms.
âOh Sweetie.â She kisses the top of their head and Iâm starting to understand a little better what it is about touch. My Thiefâs feelings on the matter are overwhelming. The love, comfort and assurance alleviate so much of the pain.
âWhen you said youâre not quite a Timelord but thereaboutsâŠâ Yes, thank you Yaz for pointing out the obvious.
The Doctor looks up to River and the realisation comes as a wave of relief and joy for me as well.
Your wife is the closest thing to anything - anyone - Â like you, my darling Thief. She just happened. In the same way you did. So perhaps itâs time you actually talked, my Timeless Children.
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