#BECAUSE it makes him feel cold but in that tingly way where u can curl up in bed and wiggle around to get warm.

[skunkes]

[slashingdisneypasta]

Greasy Weasel x Reader || Oneshot

Title: Lottie

Notes:

Pay no mind to the title- its just an homage to the original piece this is inspired by/for, for my own happiness ^^

So this is an experiment XD I don't think I got Greasy's character quite right (Even if it IS supposed to build on what little info we have) but I like it... sorta... I like the first bit, anyway XD

Plot: Greasy has known you nearly your whole life (Since you were left on the Toon Patrol's doorstep, anyway, with a note that said you belonged to Smart Ass), he raised you- but what happens between the two of you when you return from the Navy 4 years after shipping off cannot be constituted as platonic, in any way.

Warnings: Age difference, Dads friend/Friends kid (NOT pedophilia, Reader is like 24 in this and there were no feelings from his end until now), possible sexual references (I mean its Greasy so what do you expect), etc.

Glaring over your salad, which you play irritated with with your fork, as you lean back in your chair. "Greasy can we talk, in the hallway?" The fury is coursing through you right now, like the goddamn Nile. Where does he even get off saying stuff like this? He is in no position...

He must- he m u s t detect the absolute blood lust in your eyes as he takes a break from leaning on Chase, to you. But look ashamed at all, he does not as he shrugs - but does not speak. A tell tale sign that he's just as, if not more frustrated in the moment and as such, is so not in the mood to get berated, - and gets out his seat; heading for the hallway.

You watch him go with glaring eyes, not moving an inch, before looking at the rest of the table including Chase and taking a breath. Calm down Y/N, keep the anger to yourself... until you talk to Greasy, at least.

"Sorry about this guys, and Dad... " Your gaze flickers the the hallways door and you hop out of your seat, itching to tear into Greasy for his behaviour tonight, and the past couple days actually. "I'll be right back."

You pass your father on your way out, sitting in a recliner chair with earmuffs over his head to block out his family for a while.

As soon as you reach Greasy at the end of the hall, your face twists into a total scowl; all inhibitions and constraints disappearing.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?"

"I do not know what you mean, bonita." He mumbles around his grit teeth, arms crossed and resistant. You clench your fists, totally frustrated. Bitter, spiteful, awful man!

"The hell you don't. What was all that!? You've been acting like this since I got home! If you didn't want me back here, then you could've just said it! Woulda hurt a hell of a lot less then this."

At least at that, his shoulders relax for a moment- but his expression does not soften. And neither does the steel in either his eyes or his voice when he yells back, throwing an arm out to express his anger. "It isn't that I didn't want you back home, Y/N, its that you brought some inválido, with you! I did not expect that, from you!"

"Chase is not invalid- " You gasp, horrified at the way Greasy is speaking. Where is all the disgust, coming from? Greasy isn't like this, normally... in fact, you don't think you've ever seen him this senselessly an ass. Why!? "And you say that like its some mortal sin! I brought a boy home, I didn't kill someone- which you would not have the high ground over, either!"

"This was supposed to be family time! You've been gone for years and the first nights you're back, its with some chico!? He must mean a maldito mucho to you for you to possibly think he's worth hanging around with us right now."

"First of all, he does mean a lot to me. He's my friend- " Under his hat, you see Greasy's eyes deeply roll- a huff coming out of him as he tightly crosses his arms again. Like yeah right- "No, no. He is. Shut up. And second of all- if you just wanted to be with family then you could have just said! That doesn't excuse your behaviour." You glare ferociously, waiting for the real reason. Is he drunk, or something?? Honest to god you are baffled by the way he's acting- he's usually cooler then this. Out of any of your father's gang, he was the one you never really had to worry about. His antics made you laugh- but this? This makes you want to cry. Or scream.

You've gone for the second option.

"He does not see you as just a friend." He mutters back petulantly, avoiding looking at you now; Pulling his fedora down more over his face.

"So what!?" Even if he does, why would that make Greasy so mad? You cross your own arms. "You aren't my father and its is not your job to protect my 'chastity', Greasy."

He suddenly goes quiet, though the wrath from before is still clear in way his jaw is clenched. "... I know I'm not your father... " He mutters.

Something about that phrase stumps you. Of course he knows, but why does he look so ashamed? You uncross your arms, and take a deep breath.

"... Okay." Your eyes flash, looking up at him again; Anger still not sated. "Then why are you acting insane and harassing my guest!?"

A growl rips out of him and he bumps the brim of his hat upwards so he can look at you again, right in the eye. "I told you, I don't like that you brought him into this house!- "

"That's not it!" Its not. He's acting crazy about a boy who's acting absolutely lovely and polite. Its not.

You just want him to tell you what it really is that you did. You don't want to keep fighting with him, not with Greasy. You want your silly, campy, perverted Greasy back. Not this rotten version in front of you right now.

"It is!"

You press your fists brattily to your hips. "Is not!"

He bares his teeth and leans forward. "Is!"

"Not!-"

And then all the tension comes to a head, and something absolutely mad happens.

The first thing that you notice is the smell of his stupid expensive perfume filling your nostrils and embracing you, then your your hands curled tightly around the lapels of his suit, and finally the feeling of warmth and tingliness all over your body.

Because you're kissing Greasy.

Your perverted Greasy, one of your fathers best friends, one of the men that raised you, your teenage crush. Your kissing him on the lips and he's slowly reciprocating, his mouth moving carefully, but purposefully against your as he moves his body closer.

But there's anger, too. Your teeth are going to ache when you pull back for pressing into the kiss too hard and the tips of your fingers will pang when you let go of him but not quite yet-

Two sets of lips part and Greasy does this thing with his tongue that tears a long overdue moan out of you, and immediately he rears back like he was burnt. And you're left standing there cold again, completely shocked.

And aroused.

But mainly shocked, because you never expected that to happen but it did and now what are you both going to do?

The air is absolutely silent as you both catch your breaths, from the kiss and also from the fight, and hope your hearts stop beating quite so erratically very soon so you can act normal.

Then, because you've waited for this for too long and the moment is too good to pass up, you step over and kiss him again.

And he kisses you back, like he's totally unable to help himself from kissing you.

All the frustrations and tensions of the past few weeks go into it oh my god- you never expected Greasy to be able to kiss totally well, but it certainly does the trick as it has you holding onto him like your life depends on it, chasing your own pleasure but also experimenting- trying to drag pleasant reactions from him. See what he likes, make him moan.

Between kisses, he mutters 'Cariño... ' warningly, carefully. Like he knows he should stop but you're too good.

When you both finally pull back again minutes later, you're both wide eyed again though far less shocked about your actions, then before.

More scared.

"Don't tell Dad."

___REWIND: A FEW DAYS AGO WHEN YOU GOT HOME___

"Guys!" You scream, the moment your eyes land on the familiar group at the docks, utter excitement fills you up and you almost want to cry as you drop your bags with your friend in order to rush over to your family and throw your arms around the first man you reach- Stupid. "I missed you. I missed you, I missed you so much!!" You squeeze him, the familiar soft, worn feel of his shirt rubbing on your face as you cant help but smile.

"Duhh, Y/N!! We brought you (Favourite snack)!" Stupid informs above you, but squeezes you back in a moment, a happy whine escaping him at having you back there with him. And your hugs.

"Ohhh," Now you really want to cry. You're so overwhelmingly happy to be home and to see them again- and they brought you food. "Now that's what I came home for... " You joke, giggling a little bit tearily before pulling back and almost running in to Psycho, who holds up the snack.

You just wrap him up in a quick, tight hug. As always he's the warmest- like a lizard who's been sitting out on a hot rock for hours.

Next you find your father standing expectantly for you, fake annoyed that you didn't come to him first. "Hey, kid. Yeah, I told 'em you'd be none-too happy to see us if we didn't have your damn food. But this is some reception, for a regular pack."

"Hey, Dad." Your voice comes out wobbly and weak but in a good way, as he takes you up in his skinny arms and pink suit holding your head the way fathers do; Like someone with a bat is coming up behind you but he doesn't want you to know and there's no way in hell, that you're about to get hurt on his watch. "I missed you so much."

He sighs, and grumbles something about feelings, before burning his head down into the hug. "I missed you more kiddo."

After you father curtly lets you go, nodding stiffly at you as if it would save him his tough guy reputation, your attention is stolen by a familiar rusty, painful sounding voice. "Hey there, chickadee. No hello for me?"

"Wheezy!" You exclaim, thrilled. He holds up his hands.

"I wont take it personal if you don't wanna a hug me- wouldn't wanna get all smelly."

You roll your eyes, grinning. "Whenever have I ever cared about that."

"Hm." He grins, and you too hug warmly for a moment then you pull back and greet the last of your boys.

"Bonita, its good to see you of course. Nice to see you got into such good shape over seas- almost as good as me." Greasy grins sharply, before you two collide excitedly, so happy to see each other again and you press a quick kiss to his cheek. You picked up the habit when you had a crush on him, in your teenage years. Now its just routine. Yours and Greasy's thing together.

You squeeze his arms one last time, before letting go. "Oh, guys- " Sniffling, all teary and happy, you hide your face and pull yourself together. "Ahh... I'm sorry." Greasy pats your shoulder, as they all chuckle at your show of emotion- not that they're doing hugely better. Psycho blows his nose into his sleeve, teary himself.

Your Dad, although honestly as happy and serene as he can possibly be, with his hands in his pockets and his little baby back, glances off to your luggage still laying amongst bustling travellers a few metres away and the corners of his lips tilt down. "Boys- go get Y/N's stuff. I don't want it gettin' stolen."

Finally, you pull yourself together. "I brought someone I want you to meet! My friend Chase, he's- he's only stopping off here before moving on to his home further inland. And I was hoping he could have dinner with us tonight? Just, cuz, you know, its both our first night back?"

Your Dad squints at the guy who looks like he's guarding our luggage, as Stupid and Wheezy go and collect it. "That green bean there?"

"He's talllllllllllllllllllll," Psycho comments, giggling as he judges Chase.

"Yep, him." You agree, hoping your father is okay with it. you would hate to leave Chase alone in his apartment the days before his flight. He needs a good, family cooked meal for his first night off the ship!

"Yeah I guess." Smart Ass sighs, shrugging and sighing. "I just got noise resistant headphones- I don't gotta communicate with no one."

You grin. "Thank you, Dad!"

"Whatever."

"A boy?" Greasy pipes up, curiously from beside you. You look over and find him sizing Chase up, then turns to you and smiles weakly- a pale imitation of a teasing smirk. "You brought home a handsome boy?"

Rolling your eyes, you pat him on the back before heading over to Chase; not thinking much at all of Greasy's comment of the odd look on his face. "One, he's a man." Greasy rolls his eyes. "And he's just a friend! Wait here guys, I'll bring him over!"

___Greasy's POV___

"Hmmm... a friend." I shake my head, crossing my arms as watch Y/N interact with this 'Chase'. She picks up one of his bags for him and flashes him one of her pretty smiles, and he watches her move on ahead of him back to us. Por supuesto. For sure.

I watch him as a nauseous feeling rolls in my gut. I know that watch. That is not a 'friend' watch. If he was but a friend, he would be more concerned about the loose wooden board he's standing on rather then the chica's behind.

Perhaps I should tell Smartass what that boy is looking at-

As they come over, the nauseous, grinding feeling in me just gets stronger and I decide against opening my mouth to speak. I'm afraid of whatever might come out- I've never been good at withholding my... feelings.

Its only when the boy catches up to her, and us, and he puts an arm over Y/N's shoulders as she introduces us, and I stiffen up like a wooden plank, that I identify the feeling.

Its something I certainly shouldn't be feeling.

Not about Y/N.

The boss will kill me.

Maybe I can ignore it. Wish it away. Its probably just that I haven't been with a woman in a while, now... Si, that must be it. I am desperate. I good night or two with a lovely lady and I'll be fine.

But then the boy kisses Y/N's cheek and I only just manage to swallow the growl that fights to be torn from the back of my throat at the sight, and I realise immediately that this is going to be more complicated then that.

Far more complicated.

"And this is Greasy! Greasy, Chase." Y/N introduces us brightly, presenting him like he's important and Chase good-naturedly offers his hand to me. All I see though is the devil.

"Nice to meet ya! Y/N's told me about you, I hope we can get along." He beams while I glower, not moving at all to take up his hand.

Oh I doubt that we will, 'Chase', I truly do.

"So Chika!" Promptly I turn to Y/N, a smile on my face as I slip between them and wrap an arm around Y/N, leading her up ahead of the others and especially him. "You haven't told us about your travels much- Psycho ate your last postcard. We have to discuss!"

She glances back, concernedly, at Chase but I just prod her to start talking.

Maybe I can right off these feelings as protectiveness... like I'm supposed to be. I watched this girl grow up and I want her to be happy! I'm like... a... father...

My stomach rolls at the idea, but I swallow the horror down. I have to.

[accioecho]

Thank you for translating! It is really hard work to translate. If it is not too much work I was wondering if there were any differences in the dialogue in the scene where Lee Gon cooks for Tae-eul? Or if you could share a little bit what Tae-eul was feeling when he was flirting. Thank you again

Hello dear Nonny, thank you for your message :3 Since a few other people have also asked me about the Kitchen Scene™, h e r e y o u g o ↓ (bear with me, I translated this part a bit hastily so this is a loose translation). 

Under cut because this got long.

“Why are we in the kitchen? Are you planning on making me stay the night here?” Tae-Eul asked, looking around her surroundings.

This was no ordinary kitchen. The plates and tableware that were carefully displayed in several china cabinets looked like they could belong in a museum. Everything seemed luxurious, all the kitchenware of professional grade. The kitchen itself was very sleek and modern, the meat stored in its very own food cellar. So this is what a royal kitchen looked like.

Gon chuckled at Tae-Eul’s easy banter, removed his jacket and placed it neatly on the back of the island stool. He had asked the staff to vacate the premises so that only he and Tae-Eul were left.

“If you’re staying the night, I’ll have you sleep in my bedroom. Now that Secretary Mo knows, almost everyone around me knows about you.”

Gon grabbed Tae-Eul’s shoulders and led her back to one of the chairs. Once he made sure she was seated, he went back to the kitchen counter.

“Let’s eat. Yeong told me that you didn’t eat anything besides a sandwich today. I’m repaying you for the half and half.” Gon said, rolling his sleeves.

Tae-Eul observed Gon moving around, taking out ingredients here and there and putting them on the counter. It was clear from the way he was deftly cutting the vegetables that he knew his way around the kitchen. He heated the cast iron pan before putting in the meat. Soon, the delicious scents of the sizzling steak filled the the room. Tae-Eul didn’t realize how hungry she was until she smelled the wonderful flavors coming out from the kitchen island. She looked at the grilling piece of beef with raptured attention before she met Gon’s gaze.

His lips were curled in satisfaction, obviously proud of himself.

“You didn’t give me money on purpose, right? You knew we didn’t have the same currencies.”

“Right. You don’t have buttons. I didn’t want you to go far away, that’s why I sent Yeong.” He replied cheekily.

“The credit limit was 100,000 won. I borrowed it from him, so pay it back for me.”

“I will.”

“I was traveling around today, and I realized you must have been lonely in my world.” Tae-Eul stated.

She guessed it was one of those things you had to actually experience before understanding how it truly felt. Now she thought of Gon whenever she felt lonely. Because that’s how he probably felt too, back in her world.

Distracted by her words, Gon turned his attention away from the task at hand and looked at her worriedly.

“Were you lonely here?”

“It was frustrating to not have something that could prove my identity. Thanks for coming to pick me up.”

“Would you come here for a second?” The lines of his face hardened, his jaw clenched.

Tae-Eul wordlessly stood up and came up to him.

“Do you need any help?” She asked.

“Look at me.”

A command delivered by a King. Who was wearing an apron.

Tae-Eul tilted her head. Gon came closer and lightly bumped his forehead against hers.

“I want to pat your head, but both my hands are busy”

His deep voice tickled her skin, his nearness eliciting warm, tingly feelings in her.

“It doesn’t seem like your first time.” Tae-Eul mumbled, slightly disconcerted.

“What do you mean? Dating? Why? You didn’t get any results from web searching?”

“Why do you cook so well? I thought you were making me some ramen.” She changed the topic.

“You said it didn’t taste good.”

“It was good. That’s why I didn’t believe that you cooked it yourself.”

“Head Court Lady Noh taught me how to cook. The only food that I don’t need to be tasted is the food I cook myself.”

Tae-Eul took a step away, letting him finish the food preparation.

“I saw you looked it up online. Prince Imperial Geum. And Lee Lim.” Gon went on, voice nonchalant.

Any citizen in the Kingdom knew about the traitor Lee Lim, so it wouldn’t have been hard for Tae-Eul to find out about his uncle or read about the details of that night. If her face was any indication, his guess was right.

“You… seem to have grown into a fine man.”

“I guess that you now know what root you are standing in front of.”

Tae-Eul vaguely stared at the faint scar visible on Gon’s collarbone. It must have been painful, getting that scar. It must have hurt so much. That a child had to go through this brutal ordeal was almost inconceivable. She couldn’t even think about it. Because if she did, she probably wouldn’t be able to handle it. That a relative could kill a child’s father before attempting to strangle that very same child to death.

“It’s my hell and my history that was engraved on my body by the greed of the person that killed my father and strangled me.”

“…”

“This is why I was raised amid my uncle’s worries and Head Court Lady Noh’s tears. And that’s the reason why Lady Noh isn’t nice to you. Don’t be upset about it.”

Tae-Eul had briefly felt the unfairness of Lady Noh’s treatment towards her. She understood why she had acted that way though. Tae-Eul could only nod at Gon’s explanations.

“Is that it? After hearing a story like this, don’t you have to either give me a hug or at least say that you would give me one?”

“Aren’t you going to show me my ID card?” Tae-Eul asked instead.

“Hey, don��t change the topic—“

“I need to go now.” She cut him off.

“I won’t let you go. You have to live here.”

They both knew it though. They had led separate lives so far. An entire universe stood in between them.

Tae-Eul had only spent one— no, two nights in a far-away place where no one else from her world could travel to. If it weren’t for Gon, she wouldn’t even have picked this place as a travel destination.

“I’m serious. I won’t let you go. I can keep you here with just one command.” Gon repeated, each word heavier than the last.

His anguish and frustration was palpable. Feeling completely powerless, Tae-Eul could only let her own sadness flow through her veins, leaving a cold emptiness in its wake.

He was surrounded by so many caring people, people who held him dear, people who worried about him— Yet Gon still felt a deeply rooted loneliness within him.

Whether it was 25 years ago or today, the only person who was able to unburden this heavy load was the one person whose existence made no sense in his world.

Tae-Eul couldn’t help but feel the unfairness of the situation. She had always been Gon’s constant, his zero. Without realizing it, she had started wanting to be his zero as well.

She had no idea where to take things from there. She had no clue about anything about the two of them, yet she knew that whenever she looked at him, whenever she was pulled into his mesmerizing gaze, she could only nod and follow his steps. She wanted to shy away from him and his big, almond-shaped eyes.

He had always been the sharp, dutiful King leading a country for most. But to her, he was an honorable man with a vulnerability that only she could see.

Lost in her thoughts, Tae-Eul noticed that the meal Gon had prepared for her was steaming, small puffs of smoke coming out of the pan. Gon turned off the stove and placed a plate in front of her.

“Take your time. I will show you the ID card after you finish it.”

Tae-Eul grabbed the spoon. She didn’t feel like eating and felt her strength gradually leaving her. She put on a happy face and scooped up a spoonful of the meal Gon had prepared. She would show her appreciation. For his sake.

“Thanks for the food.”

“Steak and rice in a hot pot. It’s my signature dish. Everyone falls for it.”

Tae-Eul didn’t even have to pretend to be enjoying the food. It really was delicious.

“You should ask me whom I cooked it for. I said it to make you jealous.” Gon quipped.

“I can’t beat that person anyway. Whoever she is, that person must be from this world.” Tae-Eul took another mouthful.

It seemed that whenever Tae-Eul spoke her mind freely, Gon’s heart twitched in pain. Reaching in his pocket, Gon grabbed the badge and handed it to her.

“I have been carrying it around ever since you came here. I didn’t show it to you because I was afraid you might leave. But… you’ve already gone somewhere much further away than your world. Take a look.”

The ID card looked a little more worn out than the one that had been recently issued. Everything else checked out. November 11th, 2019. This badge was hers.

“The navy jacket. It’s mine. It’s my ID card. How does this make sense, though? It’s definitely mine. Did you say it’s been here for 25 years?”

“Someone dropped it here. But my memories are fading away. I’m not sure I can recognize that person. But I feel like the person will appear before me at least once.”

“Why?”

“Because that person is either the beginning or the end of all this. It seems like a difficult question to solve, but there must be a simple and beautiful formula for it. And you are the answer I have been looking for. From now on, I will prove it one by one. Whoever it is, and whichever world the person is from, you’ve beat that person. So don’t you decide alone to leave like that.”

Tae-Eul wasn’t sure what moves he was about to make. The boy he used to be grew beautifully into the man that faced her today.

For a short while, they stared wistfully at each other.

Hope. Apprehension. Self-reflection. Solitude.

The room was filled with unspoken tensions and promises.

[quietmyfearswith]

where our demons hide {dark!sam wilson x fem!reader} part 2

where our demons hide {dark!sam wilson x fem!reader} part 2

status — ongoing series

warnings — non-con turns into dub-con, implied oral sex (giving), name-calling, swearing, porn with a bit of plot, dark!sam wilson, unprotected penetrative sex (pls dont do this, use protection!)

word count — 2,129

a/n — u can read this as a standalone but if you want, you can read the first part. my askbox is open if you guys wanna talk, rant, or if u have questions abt this fic or my other fics. feedback is very much appreciated! have a great day and stay safe guys :> 

masterlist

part one — tony stark

Tapping on the counter top, I was waiting for the coffee pot to warm up the caffeinated drink that would hopefully awaken my senses. Upon seeing the light switch from red to green, my hands grabbed my aluminum tumbler and poured out the liquid. As I was sealing the cover up, a knock on the door of the common kitchen for the researchers had me turning around and raising my brow, “Hey Kim, what’s up?”

Her tawny-colored skin was somewhat damp with sweat and her chest was panting slightly, “Mission debriefing is starting in a few minutes, some of the agents just landed.” This just made me even more confused as I placed the coffee pot back to its former position, before crossing my arms, “What’s it got to do with me? I’m not usually needed there, you know.”

As she was wiping her face, she explained to me, “I was shocked too when they told me they needed you. But I think it’s because they have gathered information that they might need verification and more investigation, so you’re needed there.”

I thanked her and told her that I would be there in a few, with the tumbler on my hand, I quickly made my way inside my office, left the coffee on my table and grabbed for my iPad and stylus pen. By the time I arrived at the conference room, it looks like the agents had just arrived. I smiled at them and looked for a seat.

“Sorry, I had to handover Redwing to the technology department. But we can begin now,” Sam Wilson declared as he walked in and motioned for one of the agents to start the debriefing. The Falcon chose to sit beside me and as I started to take notes of the meeting, I noticed how he scooted closer towards me. Seeing as we were both seated away from the projector, the other four people present in the room would not have a clear view of the two of us — especially of what was happening underneath.

While focusing my attention on the screen, I felt a warm, calloused hand on my thigh. For a brief second, it made me disconnect my vision on the screen and to the hand, I looked at Sam but before I could even question what he was doing he shushed me, “Pay attention to the briefing, baby.”

The pet name had me blushing and I complied with what he ordered me to do. As the agent was continuing on with what he was talking about, I felt the same hand on my thigh riding up my black skirt until the edge of it was sitting on the middle of my thighs. Small beads of sweat began dripping on my face — I was thankful that I had worn a sleeveless, lime green blouse for it would not show any sweat stains — as I was anticipating what his next move would be. At first he was simply drumming his fingers on my thigh and caressing it, but I later on felt his fingers glide from my thigh and to my knees.

I placed the iPad on the table and placed both my hands there, not only was I taking notes of what was being discussed in this meeting, but I was also hoping to shield whatever was happening underneath the table from the eyes of the other people who were present in the room. His cayenne-toned hand was inching his way towards the insides of my thigh. Enjoying the sensation of warmth that his fingers brought — as well as being completely engrossed on what was being discussed by the other agent who had taken the floor to speak about the earlier events of the mission — I absentmindedly widened my legs and welcomed his hand.

A low chuckle was let out by the Avenger and his amusement with the situation was also made clear through his fingers brushing my clit through my panties. I gripped on my stylus pen tighter when one of his fingers swiped my underwear to the side and he was gently poking my clit. Inhaling sharply, I looked from the iPad and onto the screen, relief washing over me once I realized that the debriefing had come to an end.

“I’m gonna stay here for a little while to copy the presentation and check over the reports you have,” I stated as I moved away from the table and stood up over to where the laptop attached to the projector was, the other four agents nodded and all made their way to door to leave the room. I saw that Sam also stood and headed for the door and just when I thought he would come along with them to leave he informed them, “I’m gonna stay just in case she has any questions about our mission. Great work earlier, by the way.”

As I continued on with sending the files to my email and as well to my other team members, I noticed how as Sam called them out goodbye, he shut and locked the door. I gulped as I saw him start to make his way towards where I was. Standing and towering over where I was seated, he placed both of his hands on my shoulders, his lips grazing my neck, “You did so good earlier, baby girl. Keeping quiet for me, letting me play with you.”

I didn’t know how to react and continued on looking for the files that they had found, this might have upset him because he bit down on the flesh of my neck and I whimpered, turning my head to face him. There was a sinister smile gracing his lips when I finally looked at him, “There’s my pretty girl,” he softly said as one of his hands grazed the side of my face, “why don’t you be a good girl and put that laptop down for now, hm?”

I nodded and placed the laptop down next to the projector and the iPad I used earlier, all without breaking eye contact with him — not that I could remove my eyes from his intense gaze. Upon seeing that I followed him, he once again told me to stand up and I did, he went behind me — his front pressing against mine. Feeling his breath tickle the back of my neck prompted the goosebumps on my skin to rise.

His hands gently grazed my forearms and they were slowly going lower into my waist then my hips. “I’ve been talking to Stark recently,” he began as his lips touched my ear, “And he told me how you’re one of the most hardworking employees we have.” My spine went frigid upon hearing this, memories of my previous encounter with the aforementioned hero resurfaced on my head and made me all tingly. “Is there any truth in that, baby girl?”

I gulped, “Yeah, he once caught me working late and being the only one left in the building,” I managed to breath out. A chuckle of approval vibrated through his chest and his hands slid down meeting the end of my black pencil skirt, hiking it up until the ends of it rested on my waist. As his hands began cupping and feeling up my backside, “I might have to see for myself how much of a hard worker you really are,” and just as he said that, he shoved me into the table until my chest was planted firmly against the cold, wooden table and he swiftly slapped both of my ass cheeks.

I let out a small whimper as I turned my head around and watched him as he pulled my panties down, leaving it to pool at my feet. A small amount of drool left my mouth upon seeing how he was unfastening his pants and pulling it down it, along with his underwear — finally revealing his erected cock. “Let’s see how much of a good girl you are, baby.”

Despite my internal debate — on whether we would be caught, what if someone decided to walk in, should I really let this go any further — I found myself moaning in pleasure when Sam slid in with one move. “Fuck, baby girl, you feel so tight,” he groaned and did not wait for anything and suddenly pulled his hips back and slammed it back.

He was taking his time with his thrusts, but that did not mean he was being gentle. Long, slow, and powerful thrusts were being given to me. I wailed loudly as he entangled one of his hands in my hair and pulled on it, lifting my chest slightly above the desk, arching my back and I could feel his chest pressed against mine. His lips were placing wet kisses on my neck, “You like that, baby? You like having a thick cock inside of you?”

His other hand which was not entangled on my hair was rubbing my nipples through my blouse. Feeling that I had no bra, and just had nipple tape covering it had him laughing, “What a slut you are huh, baby? Coming to work with no bra, it’s just like you’re begging to get fucked!” My whimpers and dragged out moans were not enough to fuel him to keep him going, for he let go of my hair and spanked my ass, “Answer me! You like being used like a little whore?”

I nodded my head, “Yes, fuck! I like it when you use me, makes me feel full,” I was going to say more but he raised one of my legs and placed it on the table, stretching me out for him, allowing him to reach deeper within me. He also began to move one of his hands inside my blouse and remove the nipple tapes, flicking, pulling and twisting my nipples. To add even more pleasure, he was also slapping my ass and rubbing them after his hand met by backside flesh.

“Moan my name, baby, let me know how much you love this,” he managed to say within deep breaths and my fists curled near my head as the stimulation became too intense. He was displeased with my lack of response, which prompted him to push inside me and not pull out. With one hand still enveloped around my boob, his other hand was rubbing my swollen clit. Feeling deprived of pleasure and wanting to already cum, I was grinding my ass to his cock, hoping to match the pleasure he’d given me earlier. “You know what I wanna hear, baby. Say it and I’ll make you cum hard,” he retorted me at what I was doing.

“Please, Sam, please make me cum,” I began and he smirked and resumed thrusting in me, “You feel so good inside me. You got me so wet and I love having you in me,” I mewled out, hoping that my moans would get him going, and apparently it did the trick. He was now going fast and hard, not giving me any time to breathe, just using my body however he pleases — and I loved every single second of it.

With his two fingers rubbing my clit furiously, the other hand clawing and pinching at my breasts, as long as his thick cock hit my insides in a hard and furious pace, I came with a scream. This however did not stop Sam from going, he continued on with his pace even though I was overly sensitive. He withdrew both his hands from my boob and clit, placing them in my hips — moving my body in time with his thrusts — so every time he thrusted forward, my hips and ass would be pulled closer to him. “Fuck baby, I’m so close,” he groaned and I turned my head to see him biting his lips with his eyes staring directly into mine.

Unconsciously, I found myself clenching hard due to his intense gaze, it seemed to do the trick for shortly after he stopped thrusting and pushed all the way inside me. Hands loosening their grip on my hips, he groaned out loud as I felt his warm release spill inside me. I found myself panting following his release — thinking that this was over and that I would be able to get back to work. However, it seems like that was not what the Avenger had in his mind.

Sam pulled out of me and sat on one of the conference chairs, he was watching my move to wear my discarded panties when he interrupted me from doing so, “Don’t think I’m done with you, baby girl. Come over here and show me what that beautiful mouth can do.”

[lovelyrhink]

more R/J/L inspired by convos with @secondhand-watermelon ❤︎

rhett sends link a text message late at night and link responds immediately asking what's up rhett sends back a single photo of jessie stark naked and tied to the master bed, all spread open with a thick toy plugging her up and post-it on her tit that says "missing link"

OHHHHH FUCK

link sits up in bed and flees downstairs to the living room. christy remains sleeping

Oh baby don't stop

he and jessie and rhett have been having their own thing going on for a while now, independent of christy. she doesn't know that they hang out, sit up drinking wine together that jessie sits wedged between them. that she flirts like a maniac at both of them. they tease each other about being hot, and frisky, and sneaky. they like having their own throuple

That is just the epitome of my favorite rhink family dynamic

weeks ago, before quarantine, rhett and link went to rhett's house after work to hang out with jessie. it's so natural for them, and link loves being there. he loves having the mclaughlins over of course, but when he and rhett meet up with jessie... they sit too close. flirt too much. say things they shouldn't. and on the friday before california called shelter in place, jessie took things a little too far

I bet it feels so exciting like they're young and flirting with each other and not 40 and married

they'd been talking about the rhink fans thinking rhett and link are fucking. jessie jokes that they should be, that they'd like it. "everyone knows it," she says. "y'all should fuck." they laughed, but then jessie sipped her wine and her eyes went dark. "or kiss. right now." she leaned into them. "kiss each other, right now." link's sitting downstairs now, alone in the dark living room. it's past midnight and he's remembering the night, the kiss. and the other kiss.

OMG she's so confident and commanding I'm in love

link kissed rhett that night. and jessie. and he got hard, and breathed on her mouth that he wanted to fuck her. and he kissed her at midnight but went home at 12:03, leaving questions unanswered between the three of them link wants to fuck jessie. his whole body screams for her whether she's beside him and rhett or not. he thinks about her, thinks about rhett with her. so when he gets this text, link knows rhett's taken the first step. it's really happening. link's staring at the image. he hasn't responded. rhett's text bubble appears typing, then he sends: she wants you real bad, brother link's body shrieks with heat and his dick throbs where it pokes his pajamas

Oh God the breathing against her mouth. And then the use of the name brother I'm dead

I miss her, Link writes back he knows it's a game. they've acutely avoided not talking about their kiss. leaning into wanting jessie is a stepping stone towards wanting each other, and link wants it. but he can only sin in one way at a time and fucking his best friend's wife without the consent of his own is bad enough

DAMN they can only sin in one way at a time OOF

rhett texts back: she misses you. link writes: if we weren't separated right now, i'd be there with both of you rhett sends another photo. jessie's on her knees, ankles bound, wrists tied to the headboard. she's looking over her shoulder, and link can see everything. his mouth waters stop teasin' me, link texts. he can't breathe how much you wanna bet you're not touching yourself yet, rhett writes

What a Rhett thing to say I love it

link groans. he plants his feet on the carpet and shoves his hand down his pants he squeezes hard with his right hand and angles his camera phone with the other, snapping a photo of his tented pajamas and hand down his pants, groping somewhere rhett can't see it's fucking huge. lengthy she wants to grab your dick, says rhett link waits, can feel his heartbeat in his throat and his meat

It's the first dick pic that link has ever sent in his life

YEAH IT'S THE FIRST ONE and not even his bare dick

Jessie's attraction to him is so validating

link doesn't jerk, just holds it. waits and so do i, rhett adds

Rhett’s attraction to him is like nothing else in the world

link almost chokes on his body's reaction to that before he does something he regrets, he abandons the living room and runs outside, around the back of the house it's cold outside but his whole body is hot he kneels in the wet grass behind his house and fumbles with trembling fingers he calls rhett

//

Link goes around the side of the house under the open night sky after Rhett texts him that pic of Jessie because he’d rather be caught by the neighbors jerking off than have his wife overhear what he says through the phone He goes as far from his bedroom as he can, calls rhett and waits with shaky breaths. Squatted in the grass “Hey.” “Put your mouth on her.” Link hears a surprised soft whimpering and a fumbling. He hears Jessie call sweetly, “Hey baby, what’d he say- oh....” and Link goes hot as coals

omg more yay

He shoves one hand into his pants and grips the phone with the other, straining to hear the soft noises of Rhett’s tongue flicking her

He starts tugging himself in quick strokes as Rhett makes soft moaning sounds, and jessie joins him, and then link’s moaning, and he’s burning, and he needs to see it “Take a picture, Rhett,” he commands. “Then give the phone to J - Jessie.” Waves of arousal overcome him as he says their names with his hand in his PJ’s He waits, then looks to see the photo rhett sends Held out like a selfie but he’s not looking, beardy jaw and handsome profile, mouth buried in his wife Jessie’s so hot, the part of her body that shows. Her dark pubic hair and smooth olive skin. Link wants to touch her taut belly, her hips. Wants to shove rhett outta the way and get his tongue on her pinkness instead He puts it back to his ear and grunts through the phone, “fuck, looks so good. Jess, Jess, lemme- needa see him...” Another few photos. Some blurry, with Jessie’s finger in the shot Then a  “Sorry” and another one Crystal clear, Rhett’s mouth ‘tween her thighs, hands on her waist, green gray eyes looking right at Link Link makes a weird horny house and cries into the night, nearly dropping the phone It’s so fucking hot. He’s so fucking hot. Wants to be there, with both of them. Nobody knowing but them what Jessie tastes like, feels like Link trains his eyes on Rhett in the photo, blush stained cheeks. He jerks himself for a while, more sensitive, tingly and shameful than he’s ever been He gives them a moment, hearing Jessie’s hips grinding her pussy on Rhett’s mouth. Can hear the slick sounds, and Rhett’s muffled moans “I’m so close...” he whispers And it’s jessie who replies, phone now on her chest somewhere. Link can hear her hard breaths and her heartbeat if he imagines he can She groans, “gonna finish ya,” And a few seconds later Link gets a video Jessie’s thighs spread, one hand fisted in Rhett’s curls Rocking her hips up to meet Rhett’s mouth - and Rhett, moving. Flicking his tongue. Swiveling his head. Grunting, sucking. Seeing rhett like this - what he’s really like when licking Jessie deep - is more incredible than Link had ever imagined it, and she’s right - it finishes him He squeezes vicelike on his cock and trains his eyes on Rhett’s face, his quick pink mouth and handsome eyes - those eyes - Link sobs through the phone, “Rhett.....” and spills all over the wet grass  He slumps back against the house and breathes, listening to the remaining muffling moans through the phone “Yes, oh yesssss,” he hisses, hot stinging cock cooling in the night air. He hadn’t even remembered taking it out of his pants, he was so into it

F U C K. My car is reading this like an erotic audiobook

Link listens as Rhett finishes Jessie with his mouth, idly swirling a fingertip On his bellybutton as if he’s rubbing Jessie’s swollen, mouth-fucked clit All three of them make noises when Jessie comes, and Link burns so fiercely for the couple not 10 doors down

Oh what a beautiful image that is, Link in the moonlight fucked out and pretending like he's still a part of it He wants to be in their bed sad emoji

When the heat settles, Link aches for not having them there. The night air is cold around him, unforgiving truth, and the chill of alone sets into his bones. He whispers to the lovers on the line his thanks, and that he’ll talk to them soon, and hangs up quick as the guilt sets in He tucks his cock back into his Pajamas and stands on bare feet, trembling legs. He escapes his hideaway as if he’s not damp, muddy, and sweaty with lust, and returns to the house  Link turns off his phone and takes a late night shower. In the morning, when he turns his phone back on, the slutty photos remind him with the proof that it wasn’t merely a dream  The end

Fucking incredible You should post that

Yes ma’am

[btsonmymind]

Seoulmates : Chapter One

P A I R I N G : Model!Jungkook X Reader X ?(You’ll just have to read to find out ;))

G E N R E : Angst (if you squint very hard), Soulmate AU

W O R D  C O U N T : 2.3K

W A R N I N G S : None

S U M M A R Y : For thousands of years, the closer humans got to their soulmate a electric feeling shoots through the air. Only about 40% of the population will find their soulmate. The sparks you feel when the two souls meet is a give away, but what if there’s another way you could find your soulmate?

*BREAKING NEWS*

ACTRESS, LUNA YOUNG, FINDS HER SOULMATE ON A TRIP TO PARIS! SHE RECALLS THE PICTURE PERFECT MOMENT, “It was magical, a moment any girl would kill for.” STAY TUNED TO HEAR MORE ABOUT THIS ONCE IN A LIFETIME STORY. ONLY ON…

“Hey, I was watching that!” My best friend, Jimin, whipped his head in my direction, glaring at me. If looks could kill, I would be dead right now. Both of us were sitting on my couch watching the new channel for almost two hours. Jimin lived for those celebrity news shows, it was like a drug to him.

Throwing the remote on my coffee table, I shrugged my shoulders, “It was almost over anyways. Also, how do you even know she’s telling the truth? What if they are doing that for publicity? Science says it is a one in a million chance you would be able to find your soulmate anyways.”

Rolling his eyes, he turns his body toward me, “(Y/N), you are over exaggerating. It’s, like, one in a thousand. And, celebrities have money to travel and do all sorts of things, so it’s easier for them to find their soulmates.”

Sighing, I get up and walk to the kitchen. It’s really hard for “ordinary” people to find their soulmates. None of my family members ever found their “true love”, so they just married whomever they pleased. There are only a couple of stories of people actually finding their other half.

Everyone, who has found their soulmate, says the closer you are to them you get this tingly feeling, like electricity almost. And, the less distance between you and your “true partner” the stronger the sensation becomes. But it is hard for average people to find their “other half” because most of the time they live in other countries. Like Luna Young for example, she found her soulmate is Paris! She has the money to travel anywhere, at any time she wants. That’s why every month there is a new celebrity that found their soulmate.

Following me to the kitchen, he opens up my fridge and grabs two Cokes: one for me and one for him. “I just don’t get why you are so against finding your soulmate.”

“It’s because I don't want to waste my time and give my hopes up. If I find them, I find them. If I don’t, I don't. It’s not my dream to find my “one true love” and I’m not going to dedicate my whole life searching.” I crack open my drink and take a sip. The bubbly liquid going down my throat is nice and cold.

“Watch, with that attitude, you would be the first one in your family to find your soulmate.” He says with a slight attitude.

We sit there in silence, scrolling on our phones until Jimin speaks up again. “One of my mom’s friends is moving to Seoul next week. He’s going to be going to college with us. My mom wants us to show him around and to befriend him.”

He flips his phone to show me a picture of a guy around our age. I would be lying if I said he wasn’t the most attractive man I have ever seen. “Damn, he’s hot! What’s his name?”

“I think it’s like Sebastian... or something along those lines.” He shrugs his shoulders and continues to scroll through his phone.

Jimin and I start our first year of college next month and I couldn’t be more excited. Having the freedom of living on my own and not having my parents breathing down my neck 24/7 is life changing. Jimin made sure we both signed up for the same classes. For the most part we do except two classes, which I have to remember to make friends in.

Jimin and I have been best friends since we were 15. Jimin’s mother and father left South Korea when he was around 5 or 6 years-old. A couple months after arriving in California, his parents decided to open a bakery in the Los Angeles area: Cherry on Top. To this day it is still well-known and a popular spot for tourists to go.

Jimin and I first became friends our Freshman year of High School. He was always my seat partner in every class we had. So, being forced to talk to each other, we found out we had a lot in common. We've gotten closer and closer ever since.

Now for me, I’ve always lived in California. My father owns a popular modeling company in California: Star Modeling Agency. He travels all over the world recruiting new people to replace the old. But, recently, he has been traveling less. So, to continue his recruiting, he buys the recruiter their plane tickets to Cali. Father is trying to expand his company to South Korea. Having one in Los Angeles and the other in Seoul will double our income.

My father wanted to give Jimin a modeling gig, but Jimin politely declined. His dream was going to college and taking over his parents' business. So, in the future he wouldn’t have time to model and run a whole business at the same time.

Jimin and I had the same dream, except I was expected to take over the Agency. My father trained me all of my life. Yes, I could have skipped college and went straight into the business, but I wanted to experience college. Living in Korea, far away from my father, is too special to pass up.

After sitting around and doing nothing for another hour, it was time for Jimin to go home. “Text me when you get hime, so I know you made it there safely.”

Yanking me into a bear hug, he smiles “Yes mom…” He says in a mocking tone. I wave goodbye until I can’t see him anymore.

Going to my room, I get ready for bed. What if moving to Seoul is my chance to find my soulmate? What if Jimin was right that I’ll be the first one in my family to find my other half. “(Y/N) why are you even thinking about that?” I shake the obnoxious thoughts out of my head. Closing my eyes, I fall into a deep sleep.

*DREAM*

A GUYS LIPS CAME INTO MY LINE OF VISION. THE FLIRTATIOUS SMIRK ON HIS FACE TOLD ME THAT HE COULD HAVE ANYONE HE DESIRED. HIS FACE AND WAS FUZZY, BUT THE BACKGROUND WAS ALMOST HD.

“Who are you?” I REACHED OUT TO TOUCH HIS FACE, BUT BEFORE I COULD HE BACKED AWAY. I STOOD THERE AND WATCHED HIS BACK RETREAT UNTIL HE DISAPPEARED INTO A HAZY FOG.

Every night I would have that dream, my heart would be racing and my cheeks would be hot. I haven’t told Jimin about the dream, scared he would make fun of me or go on a rant about “soulmate this” or “soulmate that”. It’s not possible to see your soulmate in your dreams, especially if you haven’t met them. So, how could the guy in my dreams be my soulmate if I have never met him.

This is crazy! I don’t have a soulmate. It was only a dream, there could be a logical explanation to it. Should I tell Jimin? No, he’ll just overthink it. But, what if he is right and it is my soulmate. No, that’s just stupid. Stop thinking about it (Y/N)! I hit my head multiple times directing my attention to something else.

“Are you okay? You look like you’re going crazy,” Jimin looks up at me from his bowl of cereal, “Are you stressed about college? Did you forget something?”

Jimin and I sat in the back of my father’s car, riding quietly to the airport. A month has passed since I’ve seen him last. Both of us were dressed in a tank top and sweats. He had one of his airpods in his hands waiting for my response. It has been a month since I’ve last seen him. His hair has grown out a little, covering his eyes slightly.

Should I tell him? He is my best friend and I’m desperate for advice. “No. I packed, it’s just...if I tell you this, you have to promise me you will not tell a soul.” I whispered to him, so my father wouldn’t hear.

Nodding, he listens to every word I say. “I’ve been having a dream for the past month. It’s the same thing over and over. I’m standing there looking at a hazy face. But, the only thing I can see, clearly, is his lips. Also, he is smirking at me, which makes me feel hot all over. I try to reach out and touch his face but he chuckles deeply and turns around to leave. I can’t move or anything, I just watch him leave. The dream feels...real.”

He sits there staring at me, trying to process every word that shot from my mouth. “Let's be honest, after Luna came out with her soulmate, you have been trying to picture yours. I read on the internet that it’s completely normal to do that. It’s your brain trying to picture your soulmate for you.”

What Jimin tells me makes perfect sense. I’m trying to imagine what my “true love” looks like, so I can be satisfied with not meeting them. That’s the only logical explanation of my dream.

Groaning, I rub my face. Jimin can sense how bothered I am by it, so he changes the subject. “Hey look on the bright side, we are almost to the airport! A new beginning is waiting for us.”

I am excited. It is an opportunity to go to Korea where no one knows who I am. And, everyone who knows my name won’t associate it with my father.

Father did a great job by keeping me out of the camera’s eye as I was growing up. But, once I became a High schooler everything changed. Kids only became my friends, so they can get a contract with my dad. Jimin was and still is my only true friend.

The closer we got to the airport, I started feeling weird. It was like I was having constant shivers. I wrap my arms around my body, curling into my knees.

Looking at me worried, Jimin asks, “(Y/N)? Are you okay?” He rests his hand on my shoulder, lightly squeezing. The feeling is so hard to explain.

“Yeah, just a little cold.” I chuckled. I reached in my bag and yanked out my flannel jacket.

Jimin looks at me questionly, but ignores it and goes back to listening to his music. Looking out the window, I watch the cars zoom pass. Looking at my father drive, I wonder if he’s happy that I am leaving? I know he doesn’t hate me, but a part of me knows he is more relaxed with me gone. Father told me before that this is a great opportunity for me and that I should get used to Seoul, whatever that means. It was always just my dad and I. My mother left us when I was around 3 or 4. My father has always told me that I look just like her, and I think that is a part of the reason why he wants me gone so much.

I never knew the reason why my mother left us, my father never told me either. So, as I grew older I just let it go.

The closer the three of us got to the airport, the stronger the chills got. It was almost like needles pricking my skin. I was interrupted by my father speaking, “We are here,” he shifts in the seat to look at me, “I can’t get out because of the-”

“Paperazzi. Yeah, I know.” I rolled my eyes. Two security guards opened the truck of the SUV getting Jimin and I’s baggage. Jimin was standing waiting for me.

Before I could open the car door, my father spoke, “Text me when you get there, okay?”

I nodded and got out of the car. Jimin and I walked side by side. Both of us put our sunglasses on  one the flashing began. The paparazzi yelled questions at both Jimin and I. With both of our heads held high we walked to our gate. The security guards helped us until we were safe inside the plane. As we walked, the chills got worse. Now feeling like energy crackling around me, I double over. Jimin grabbed my arm leading me onto the plane.

Once we sat down in our seats, Jimin grabbed my face so I could look at him. “Are you okay?” His eyes are blown wide, staring me down.

Grabbing his wrists, I reassure him, “I am fine Jimin. My stomach started cramping up, that's all.”

Throughout the whole plane ride the electric feeling stayed the same. I could tell Jimin was worried about me, so every so often I would squeeze his hand and smile up at him. I couldn’t have been happier when we landed. Putting shades on top of my head, I walked out of the plane, Jimin following me.

“I’ll go get our suitcases. Just stay right here.” I nod at Jimin, watching him leave. The shivers were back but that’s the only “pain” I am feeling. As I stood there waiting for Jimin. The electric feeling came back tenfold. Turning around I brace myself on the wall closest to me. Leaning on my left side I wrap my arms around my body. Can this feeling please stop. The feeling is getting worse. Should I go look for Jimin? Debating whether or not I should, I decided to go look for him. Whipping around, I hit right into a chest.

Right when I look up into the person’s eyes I feel like the time has stopped and everything is in slow motion. The sensations I am having feel like sparks. I’m pretty sure if you look close enough you can see the sparks shooting from our bodies.

The man that is holding me is smiling from ear to ear. Before I can comprehend what is happening, the fine male staring into my eyes speaks up.

“Hello, my name is Jungkook. And, what is your name, soulmate?” He stares into my eyes and smirks.

---------------------------

{A.N.}

Hello guys!!! Thank you so much for reading! Chapter 2 will be out as soon as I finish writing it !!!

[magnamln]

You Are Fine

Words: 5.7k

Genre: Angst, a bit of fluff.

Warning: Suicide attempt, character’s death.

Summary:

His warm palm caresses your side, with his soft lips giving soft kisses on your temple, hair, and cheeks.You feel some sort of tranquility by having Jungkook laying by your side, no in front of you. But even it feels peaceful, the tears just can’t seem to stop flowing. The tingling feeling in your chest knocks the air out of your lung. His chest is right in front of you and ready to be kissed, ready to be touched but it seems like it is out of your reach, you can’t even touch it; most likely, you can’t even feel him. It is just another grievous peace.

“Don’t cry baby. Please don’t cry.” He squeezes your side gently “You will be fine,” He

whispers.

“You are fine.”

“You are fine .”

Your eyes jolted open. The words still linger on your mind, still fresh, giving a chest pain that will surely stick until only God knows how long. He whispered the words like you are feeling their literal meaning. Why did he always tell you that you are fine? Because no, you are not fine, far from that even.

You almost sure that it just some kind of the realm of your illusion but again, it feels so real, so fucking real it unbearably hurts. You can feel his warm breath fanning the shell of your ear, maybe just maybe, have you lost your sanity? Anything that has continuously happened underneath your eyelids since that very one night, sure leaves you on the verge of lunacy. Waking up in this state every time the slumber can no longer take hold of you, only tortures you, tortures you, tortures you until the oxygen leaving your lung.

Body props on your side, facing the closet you once shared with him, arms and legs curling on your front. Your eyelids feel so heavy, not because you were just awaken from hours of dormancy but because you’ve been crying even in your sleep. The remnant of the tears leaving your cheeks wet and tingly, kindling the flame in your chest up your throat just to burn the latter a coal, too hard to even gulp, too  hurt. You cannot seem to find the energy to shift from where you are laying, the muscle on your body has betrayed you since that night. The pain holds you    hostage in your own room, so pathetic. Eyes wandered around the room, examining the dim lighted room with tears streaming down your sideface.  You notice the window is open, giving the moonlight the access to beat down through the open window onto the skin of your arm. Then you feel the breeze, making you shuddered.

“Baby, are you feeling cold? want me to close the window?“

He would always say that with his sleepy raspy voice, the voice you always grow in love with, but again he is not here to say, not anymore. It feels bizarre not having his arms circling around your waist, your legs entwined with his, or your face buried on his neck. When will you ever get used to this? Will you ever?

You don’t even hear yourself sobbing and sniffing until you notice the moonlight from earlier has no longer to be seen. The pain gnawing your soul is kind of pain that makes you question your own sanity, how long are you going to survive in this world you call a living hell? That’s the only question that eats you alive. Once again, mostly in the state like this, you’ll never cease to utter the words that never and will never leave your lips. Three words that will not harm anybody, but enough to make you want to drown yourself in the blue depth-

“I miss you”

_

"Baby I’m home.”

His calming voice echoed your entire apartment. Getting up from bed, you felt the urge to finally kiss the love of your life. To say that 12 hours without him felt like an eternity was an understatement. As you made your way to him, you examined him from head to toe, handsome as always, but still you could read the lethargy on his face, his figure.

“There you are.” He said while putting his work stuffs on the couch. “C'mere.” You accepted his open arms with delight, circling your arms around his waist and him mimicking your gesture.

“How was work, Mr. Jeon? You look so tired.” You examined his face, eyes, brows, nose, mouth, just everything before your eyes, while bringing your palm to caress his soft cheek.

He only smiled to that, bearing his pearly white teeth. “I was. But being with you here now, I don’t even know what tired is.”

You leaned closer on his chest, finding your peaceful time on it and listening to every beating of his heart. The thought of his heart beating for you couldn’t hold back the light giggles erupting from your lips.

So adorable, that what was popped into his mind. “What’s so funny?” He managed to say in the middle of mesmerizing the way you giggled. He looked down eyeing you curiously, knitting his brows.

“Nothing,” You smiled, still burying your head on his chest. “I just love you too much.”

Then he sighed. The telltale meaning behind the sigh forced you to look up, looking at him in the eyes. Knowing your befuddled expression, he cooed “Then that makes me love you too much more.” Your lips curved into a blinding smile.

Jungkook was Jungkook, in whatever state he was in, he was always the Jungkook you knew inside and out, being too competitive over everything even about your love, and you loved that about him. You gave him a soft peck on his lips.

“I cooked you something.” you sang song while looking up at him, making him show you an expression between touched and guilt.

“You know you don’t have to do that baby. We can order a takeout.” He gave you a look only Jungkook can. So soft that it made your knees went weak.

“But I want to.”

“But your work?”

“I cooked after I finished writing it. Don’t worry big boss.”

“Ow!” he whined in pain after you gave him a pinch on his both cheeks. “Was that necessary?” You only wiggled your eyebrows to that, looking at him caressing his redden cheeks. 

“Come one, big boy. You need to eat.” you said while sauntering to kitchen. 

Shaking his head and grinning, he says something to himself, “How can I not love her?”

_

“Y/n!” You can hear the loud bang on you apartment door. You listlessly try dragging yourself out of your bed, out of the hell. But, is there somewhere that is not hell? Looking out at the open window, you notice the sun has made its way around again, so bright like nothing ever happened.

“Y/n, open the door” That voice again. You make your way out of your bedroom to the source of the sound, passing through your lifeless living room, so unbearable to look at. Said voice keeps on calling your name, making an annoyed groan escaping your mouth. You crack the door open only to see a familiar figure standing with worried look plastered on his face.

“Hi.” You hide under the guise of smile, looking down at your feet not wanting to look him in the eyes, afraid that he might notice your messy state. But he is no fool to play your stupid game. He can sense the state you are struggling to escape even at the very first glance he gives you.

“Oh my God, Y/n. Are you okay?” Though he doesn’t need you to voice out something to found out the obvious answer, He questions you worriedly, voice as soft as satin. 

“I’m fine Jimin.” He knows that you are lying and you know that he knows.

“Come here.” He envelops you with his warm arms, caressing your hair like you are a new born baby. And finally, the tears you’ve been holding back find its way out of your eyes. Bursting into tears, you are. Jimin can only shush you and reassure you, he is disconcerted as to what he should do, because he knows not even God can change everything that happened. “Shhh, it��s okay. I’m here. Just let it out.”

Jimin leads you to the couch, still enveloping your weak self.

“When was the last time you ate?” He asks you while positioning you on the couch, tone is full of concern and you just shrug your shoulders to that.

Giving you a pleading look, he continues, “I tried to give you a day or two to be alone because I know you need it. But it’s been three weeks Y/n and you never once answered my call nor texted me back. I was worried.”

“Thanks for worrying me. You are a great brother.“

“Thanks?” you can feel exasperation in his tone. “That’s my obligation to be worried about you Y/n. You are my sister. Please don’t do this to this to yourself, I God damn need you back,“ he momentarily pauses and softens his voice "I need my sister back.” Jimin clears his throat to say something that will come out of his mouth, try to lower his tone at the last sentence, knowing that it’ll break you like a sledgehammer, “Just let him-”

“Don’t!” You warn. you doesn’t even let him finish his sentence.

“For fuck’s sake Y/n. You need to accept that. He’s-“

“I told you don’t!” You hiss, glaring at him with all your might. “Don’t fucking tell me he’s..” You choke on your own words, knowing well what word that will slip out of your lips.

“Please Y/n don’t do this to yourself. Come back to us, please.” Jimin holds you closer, caressing the small on your back. God, when will ever you stop crying?

“You don’t understand Jimin” You weep.

“No, I don’t understand and I will never. But please gather yourself together.”

“I miss him.” You finally tell Jimin in between your sobs. You are truly being a sobbing mess, soaking the shirt he is wearing.

“I know, I miss the dude too. Please you need to eat something.” He tries to coax you but all he got is silence, and Jimin knows there’s no point in forcing you. He just keeps squeezing your arms in reassurance, wanting to make you feel better.

“I’ll stay here until you can get your shits together.” He says a bit in anger.

“No. Just go back. I just wanna be alone.”

There’s no point in arguing with you, “Just don’t try anything stupid.” and again, you just seal your trembling lips.

He loses track of how long you two have been in this position, sitting next to each other with you resting your head on his shoulder. He can feel you sleeping against his shoulder, air puffing between your slightly parted lips, so peaceful, he thinks. He has no idea what you have been going through even in the shadows of reality. If he does, such a thought won’t have the audacity to even settle in his mind. He decides to take you on your bed, letting you have your tranquil sleep a bit more, or so he thought.

_ 

His warm palm caressing your side, giving soft kisses on your temple, hair, and cheeks. You feel some sort of tranquility by having Jungkook laying by your side, no in front of you. But even it feels peaceful, the tears just can’t seem to stop flowing. The tingling feeling in your chest knocks the air out of your lung. His chest is right in front of you and ready to be kissed, ready to be touched but it seems like it is out of your reach, you can’t even touch it, better yet you can’t even feel him. It is just another grievous peace.

“Baby, you need to wake up.” He finally speaks. You want to say something in response but the pain in your throat forbids you to do so. All you can do is crying and sobbing, soaking his chest.

“Don’t cry baby. Please don’t cry.” He squeezes your side gently “You will be fine,” He whispers.

“You are fine”

_

I wish I was dead Will you be waiting for me on the other side?

That’s what you think the seconds you open your eyes. The same room, the same position, and the most painful, the same feeling all over again. too painful to even describe. You just miss him with every fiber of your being.

Jimin must be carrying you all the way to your bedroom. You notice that he is no longer in your apartment, leaving a note on the bedside table saying that he left some foods in the freezer for you to eat.

You languidly wander around your room, examining the remnant of the memory of him.

His clothes.

You smell in his heavenly smell, so much like him, so Jungkook. You remember how much he liked them being on you instead.

“Wow baby, I don’t think you need to buy new clothes anymore. You just, Wow.” he would always say those lines of words while eyeing your body in his big T-shirt.

Then you find his beanie.

“Jungkook what the-!” You gawked at the sight of your boyfriend standing in front of your wall-length mirror with your black lacy panties on his head covering his chestnut brown hair. “What the hell are you doing?” You glared at him as though you didn’t find the sight hilarious.

“Experiment.” Raising his brows while he spoke. “I’m sick of the same old style beanies. Do I look good, baby?” He questioned your reflection, nodding his chin at the you in the mirror as he adjusting the panties.

“You must be kidding.” you rolled your eyes and grinned, knowing that he was just playing around.

Your weak legs limply drag you to the bedside table. Eyeing his phone longer than you intended it to be.

“Baby, when will you stop finish writing? I’m bored.”  He laid by your side and kept elbowing your arm.

“Wait a minute Kookie.” You flashed him a genuine smile.

“You sure it’s just a minute?” You groaned at that.  He propped on his elbows, examining your concentration face. He could be childish sometimes.

“Why don’t you just play some of your stupid games on your phone?” You looked at him through your lashes.

Playing a stand of your hair, he said “Not as fun as playing with you.” His kissable lips curved into a devilish smirk.

“Jungkook.” You said in a deep voice, him knowing well that you are in no mood of playing.

“Kay fine, I’m just going play some stupid games on my stupid phone.” Then you gave him a peck on his cheek for that, which then he gave you an adorable signature bunny smile of him, undoubtedly so.

Your shaky hands try to open his locker only to find a small velvety box in it. With glistening eyes, your hands shakily reach said box and rest it on your palm, God do you miss him more than words can ever say. Your very soul demands his being.

You know you should’ve just let it closed and never open it up even until the afterlife come get your being. But your mind is just too stubborn, you miss him too much. And slowly but sure, it comes into view. The tears can no longer be hold back.

“Morning my sky.”

You felt a soft palm resting on your cheek which then be replaced by soft lips, the lips of the one you love. Really, a morning like this was the morning you wouldn’t ever forget. Your arms listlessly reached his neck wanting to tangle them with it and being as close as possible with him.

“Come sleep with me.” With your eyes still closed and voice as raspy as crow’s you managed to utter the sentence while fumbling the back of his neck.

“No, Y/n. I need to go to work and you need to work.” He said as placing a soft peck on your lips.

“But-“ You tried to protest but he stopped you by pressing his lips on yours. You smiled against his lips, tightening your hold on his neck. You liked it when Jungkook being a gentleman, taking everything as slowly as possible, treating you like a queen. Though he always insisted,

(“You are not like a queen, you are a queen, at least for me.“ He always said that line of words with a shrug on his shoulders and a toothy smile stuck on his lips.)

Jungkook never failed to make your heart melt, everything he did always added some love to the love that already grew. Even after the fights between the two of you, you always ended up loving him even more. And you knew, he loved you just as much, no, he loved you too much more.

“You remember what day it is, don’t you?” He asked you after pulling out from the kiss.

“How could I forget when I love you too much.” You looked at him in the eyes, observing the flickers of his brown orbs. 

And he smiled a very genuine smile, “Happy sixth anniversary baby.”

- 

“Where are we going this time?” You asked him while putting on a crimson knee-long dress, the color of dress he loved on you the most.

“Just follow my lead, Princess.” He sent you a cocky look while putting his palm on his heart, akin to a knight in armor making an oath, no, a knight in newly ironed suits.

“Sounds promising.”

He smirked at your response.

To your surprise, he took you to a fancy restaurant, by fancy means very very fancy. Your jaw hanging open at the sight of it, mouth agape.

“Jungkook!” you turned your head to where he was seated on the driver seat, looking through his soul in awe, closing your open mouth with the palm of your hand.

“You like the place?”

“I like the place?” Of course I like it. Thank you,” You reached for him, hugging him close, showing all your gratitude with the gesture. but then you pull out, “but the money?” 

“Are you doubting me?” He pouted, making an adorable look. Then you reached for his newly shaved chin, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“No baby. I love it and thank you. But you don’t have to do this, really. Having you by my side is all I want.”

“It’s okay. I want to.” Unbeknownst to you, he had something on his mind.

You really enjoyed your quality time with Jungkook in the restaurant. Giggling and head thrown back in mid laugh to every joke he made, shooting him a smile akin to early rays of sunlight flittering through the glass window warming up his skin. Sharing every little thing to each other, not wanting to hide any single thing, not wanting to hide in disguise until-

“Jungkook are you okay?” You furrowed your brows in concern. Even though his laugh filled the magnificent room accompanying your own, you could saw his expression you couldn’t quite decipher. But you, out of all people were the first one to understand that it bothered his mind.

“Ummmm,” and he stood up, pulling out the chair and walking closer to you, leaving you bewildered. His skin was so pale it was translucent. So many questions flooded your pitiful mind. Did he want to break up? Oh, so this fancy dinner was his way to say goodbye? Or did he have a murderous disease you didn’t know? Oh, was he cheated on you? or or or-

“Baby, are you okay?” you questioned him in mid bewilderedness, caressing the side of one of his thighs while he was standing right in front of you. Slowly, he took his time to kneel down in front of you, searching something on the side pocket of his trousers. You really didn’t expect this one was coming.

“Y/n my love.” His eyes glistening. “I maybe am not a perfect guy. I made you cry, sad, mad, and bother you all the time. I was once a guy with no love to share nor given to me. I was just an empty shell until you came into my life. with all your perfectness you accepted all the flaws of my being. I can’t imagine growing old with anyone else, nor do I want to. You are my sky and everything for me. So y/n, my sky, will you let me be the happiest man and make you the happiest woman?”

You could not respond, the feeling was just too overwhelming. You froze for seconds too long, leaving a worried look on his face. If cloud ten ever existed, then you were floating on it. You didn’t realize tears rolling down your cheeks until the very man who just uttered his deepest feeling to you wiped it for you.

Not saying anything, you just reached for him instead and gave him the embrace you had never given him before. It seemed and sounded like a common cliché proposal in a romance movie, but you didn’t expect the feeling of being treated like a queen would be so much like this, no words can describe. You cried cried and cried until only the tears dried a desert. The people surround you two who were witnessing the heart-warming proposal waited for you to give him an answer, without further ado you gave him an answer he really wanted.

“Yes baby yes I will. Please make me the happiest woman”. You whispered an angelic voice, not seeming to find your own voice. You gave him fervent nods to show all the eyes that there was no way in hell you could possibly reject a man like him, no, not man like him, it’s just him.

You already were the happiest woman.

- 

You went out of the restaurant with the most purest, prettiest (yeah, double superlatives) smile Jungkook had ever seen. With people congratulating you, he blushed all the way to his car. You observed the beautiful ring he had put on your ring finger, the silver ring with white diamond in the middle of it.  It was shining like the one who gave it to you. With the moonlight illuminating the dark galaxy, and beating down onto the diamond, it somehow made the magnificent ring on your finger even more fascinating. 

The drive to your apartment was silent, the peace type of silent. With him smiling and humming every now and then, fingers tapping on the steering wheel though no music was being played-

“I love you.” You didn’t even realize you said that, but you had no regret.

“I love too much more.”

You keep on admiring the ring on your finger. It’s too magnificent indeed. And the love you both shared and kept on the ring, made it more valuable.

“Um, baby. Can I keep it on the box for now?“ You asked him out of nowhere.

“Why? You don’t like it?” Jungkook’s tone sounded so offended.

“No no no, not like that. It’s just too beautiful. This ring is worth putting into museum. I don’t want to ruin this. I just love this. I don’t want to give scratch on this. At least just for tonight. I’ll wear it for the rest of my life. I promise you I wa-“ your sentences were stopped by his chuckle, making you befuddled.

“It’s okay baby. Just keep it in the box if you want to. I know you love it for you never took your eyes off it ever since I gave it to you.” a demonic smirk plastered on his angelic face. Had it not been for your unconditional love to him, you must have wiped the smirk off his face. You tried not to reciprocate the gesture; because damn how could a smirk look so enticing.

“Really? Thank you my love.” You gave him a soft touch on his cheeks instead. “I promise you it’s just for tonight.” with that, you kept it safe on the box which then you delicately placed it on your purse . Little did you know, fate had planned something else for you.

 “Baby, we are here.” His voice so soft in your ears.

You felt Jungkook unbuckling the seat belt for you. You slowly opened your eyes but it was just all in vain, the drowsiness was still taking hold of you. You reached for the car door knob and got off the car with the purse on your hands, eyes still closed but your soulless hand still managed to close the door. The breeze swayed your hair in all direction, if Jungkook was right next to you, he might smooth it down for you. Did you miss him already? for the love of God he was just right on the other side of the car.

You stretched your stiff hands due to the uncomfortable sleeping position in the car. But in a flash, you felt something, no, someone pushing you to the ground. So hard it made your knees bleeding. Your eyes snapped open at that, realizing that your purse had gone. You heard hurry steps not far from you, no, someone is running, and then it hit you.

“Jungkook!” You were panicked.

Racing to you, Jungkook called “Baby what’s going on?” He knelt down beside you.

“My purse, my purse. Someone took my purse!” Your eyes widened in panic. You were too shocked to even explain. And then you pointed at him, the one who was running with your purse in his hand.

“He took my purse.“ Then the realization felt like a train hitting right at your body. “Oh my God Jungkook the ring,” your looked at him, eyes widened. “My ring-” You didn’t even finish your sentence but Jungkook knew what you were going to say. In a flash, Jungkook was after him. Chasing him with all his might.

‘”Hey!! Stop!” You heard him shouting. Unlucky for you, the street was empty. There was no one here to help.

“Hey!!” You heard Jungkook shout again. You were still panicked. You couldn’t even bring yourself to stand up properly. When you looked at the direction where they were running, they were nowhere to be seen. So you ran, ran, and ran until you heard that, the sound you would never forget and ghost you until your last breath. A shotgun echoed the entire complex, making you freeze on where you were standing.

You tried hard to get yourself together, abruptly headed to the source of the sound, to the alleyway where the sound was from. Hands over heart hoping everything would be just fine, hoping like you were in a romance movie seeing your man standing with a smile and the purse on his hand, knocking down the bad guy. Or at least, seeing him panting with no smile or purse in hands would be just perfectly fine. Just seeing him alive, would be just fine. But again, this was not some kind of romance movie, and you needed to accept the bitterest truth.

You choked on your sobs, watching his body laid on the ground with blood as red as the color of your dress covering his stomach, ruining his suits. You knelt down beside him, Wanting to scream, wanting to yell but it’s just too suffocating, only the tears that spoke. The very villain that did this to him was nowhere to be seen.

“I made it.” He lifted his hand, showing you that he made it to take the purse back with a smile.

“I made- “ He choked on his own blood flowing from his mouth. The sight was just too scary, you wished it was just a dream, a kind of dream you were relieved it was just a dream when you woke up.

“Y/n.” He managed to say. He caressed you cheek with the hand covered with blood, painting red on said cheek. “I’m sorry.” The tears streamed down your cheeks, dropping on his now red suits. “I’m so s-sorry.”’ you really wanted to scream. You saw it in his eyes, a life was being lifted. Orbs trying to find their last piece of peace.

He took in shallow breathes but it between them, he said the words for the first time you didn’t want to hear from him, a goodbye-

“I love you.”

Those three harmless words dropped a spadeful of earth upon your chest. And finally, he closed his eyes.

You screamed. You screamed so loud and hard your throat was burning. You were sure you woke up every living night creature or sleeping humans at this point, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care about any of them. You didn’t care about the world anymore because the world had betrayed you. Why did the world treat you like shit when you had been being told again again that you were a queen? Why just why? But one thing for sure that you didn’t need to question anybody about it,

You lost Jungkook you lost yourself.

_

Really, the memories of him are just too painful. You wish you were dead so that the pain will be buried in the core of the earth. You cannot find any reason to live longer, Jungkook was the only reason you lived your life, but now that he was no longer by your side, what’s the point of living?

Closing your eyes, you close the box and put it back in the drawer before closing said drawer. You lay your back on the bed, looking up on the ceiling while thinking about everything, just everything. You try to search on your mind any other reasons to live, but you find none, you only find Jungkook at the depth of your mind.

‘Will you be waiting for me on the other side?’

 The walk to the rooftop feels longer and heavier than it is supposed to be, nonetheless, you find yourself standing at the edge of the rooftop of your apartment building.

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath before making the last decision of your life. Determined to die, you are. Then, you open your eyes which you think will be the last time you do. But then, a different kind of a drop of tears finds its way out of your glistening eyes. You are greeted by the orange-peach tint that shines through the afternoon sunlight. Looking at the edge of the sky, you can feel a tranquil feeling, you can see his smile, you can feel his love to the sky, to you, for you.

_

“What I like about sky is that it never gives up on life.” You knitted your brows to him in question. Then he looked up at the dark-blue hue of the sky above you while sitting on a bench somewhere on your favorite park.

“I mean look at it,” He caught your questioning look. “There are daylight and night. Even when we were asleep, sky never disappears. And when it’s cloudy or raining, it’s still there. Though sometimes we can’t see it, It’s nonetheless still there.” He explained, eyes still glued on the sky. You snorted at that.

Hearing your snort, he turned you head to you. “What? Is that funny?” You just shrugged.

“So you found that funny.” He looked down, nodded to himself. But then, he turned his body to you and looked right into your eyes.

“What about this? Just consider me your sky and I’ll consider you my life. Sky will never give up on life and I will never give up on you.” He looked at you with worried drawn on his face as though asking for your consent.

“I thought I was your life?” You teased.

He rolled his eyes, “Ugh, I’m being serious Y/n. Okay what about you being my life as well as my sky?”

You looked at him in the eyes, wanting to show him the inside of your heart “Yes Jungkook, you are my sky and I’m your sky.”

_

“You are fine”

You can hear him whispering the words from the depth of your mind. Instead of denying it, you begin to question it.

Are you?

Your legs shaking and you take a step back, still looking at the sky Jungkook adored to the moon and back the way he had loved you. Something at the back of your mind tells you over and over that even Jungkook wouldn’t ever be happy if you ever make such decision. Your knees trembling, making you fall. It just drops, not asking for your permission the tears just drop, so much of it.

For the first time after he left you, you cry a very good cry. A cry that doesn’t show you that you are pathetic, a cry that doesn’t tell you that you have no reasons to live, a cry that doesn’t show you that you are a painful mess. Instead, it’s a cry of acceptance.

“You are fine”

His whisper never leaves your mind. He wanted you to be fine, Jungkook wanted you to be fine and for the first time you settle your heart to try to be fine. Because when you are fine, it doesn’t mean you need to feel the joy, you don’t need the bliss to cover every second of your life. You don’t need to laugh every now and then, here and there to show you that you are fine. It’s okay to be in pain, because nothing can ever heal a pain. A pain can never be healed, it just can be forgotten. All you need is a very simple genuine smile, a smile that indicates your acceptance of the all bad things ever happened in life.

An acceptance of his death.

The memories of him are indeed painful but at least, you are grateful none of them leaving a bitter taste in the tip of your tongue. They are all painfully beautiful and they will stay that way until the end of your life. And you will always love him forever because loving him forever can never be wrong.

 You find your lips curving such kind of smile in the middle of your cry because finally you realize, you realize one thing the Jungkook in your dream wanted you to realize that-

You are fine.