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[lvrboy-inc]

“Siren” — K.M.

꒰: Précis | After a shitty breakup with a subpar man, you find yourself drawn to the lights and sleaze of the nearest bar. Drink away your problems or fuck and forget them with the bartender who’s hot as hell.

꒰: Disclaimer(s) | Incubus Bartender!Satoru x virgin!reader, dirty talk, praise, coercion, praise, spitting, hair pulling, PRAISE, pet names (♡)

꒰: Word Count ; 10.2k

꒰: Sweetest Sin Masterlist

“You seem tense, handsome..”

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Starting your night off with a shitty breakup and one two many drinks might’ve not been the best route to take. In hindsight at least.

Your co-workers had already urged you to break it off with the less than desirable man who could barely breathe without working your nerves and not only that—trying to make you work in the bedroom. 

It was an endless cycle of  “You get on top, work for me.” and never him using the hips that God gave him to work you out—always ending in a resounding turn off, consistently followed up with, “Next time for sure.” So, after he had started an argument, ending in trauma being spat out in a fit of anger, you felt thankful, grateful, blessed even that he gave you a reason.

But..all breakups are hard to get over. Whether they were a long time coming or not, it’s always a shitty experience. 

What’s always the best unhealthy coping mechanism for such..? A drink, of course.

“A drink.”

That was the intention..but you wound up getting more plastered than expected and crying out your woes to the bartender who had only asked whether you’d be putting things on your tab or card for the night. 

He was charismatic—maybe because of the job description and having to be a poster boy for such a place. Sweet talking drinks into vulnerable people so he could get tips and points from his boss for making them profit. It was a good hustle, respectable and fun.

Not to mention..he was damn good at it.

After a bit of a slurred exchange of words, you’d gotten to know a few things about him: His name, Satoru, Satoru Gojo. 28, graduated college with a psych major, infinitely and criminally tall—6’3 to be exact—and to your surprise, swung both ways. Often.

You found yourself asking stupid questions just so he would slide your way from the other customers.

“I’m starting to think I should cut you off,” He teased after about the 5th call over.

You raised up your head to rest in the palm of your hand, running your index over the rim of the golden-lined glass he’d refilled so many times now. Some of it you drank, most of it you babysat. “I’m pacing myself alright..” You’d slur out with a mild puffing of your cheeks.

“Oh yeah? Your cheeks are flushed, hun. Unless that’s just from staring too long.” The way he pointed out your fluster so obviously couldn’t have made it go down any.

“You’re too cocky..‘m holding over fine.” A bit snippy but he laughed heartily, drying off a used glass with the hand towel he’d kept attached to his hip. 

Even from this distance, you could just tell he smelled nice. Maybe it was the already alcoholic aroma that the rather sleazy place held but you could’ve sworn there were hints of cologne—expensive cologne—that mingled with it. 

Those piercing blues he had, barely dimmed out by the lighting of the establishment flickered over you and a slick smile spread across his lips. “Then, please, I’m at your disposal. Need another drink, pretty boy?”

An initial sound of surprise came with the name but you turned away from him slightly and blew a stray strand of hair from in front of your eyes. “No..”

“Ah, so you did just want to talk to me.”

“Shut up..don’t you have a job to do?” You quickly retorted with a harsh roll of eyes. 

Shrugging, he waved a small goodbye. Not before adding on a small, “You’re technically a part of it..”

And in another moment, you were back to eating up the eye candy. In your mild boredom, you opened up your phone to see your shitty ex spamming you across every platform imaginable—TikTok, Insta, Snap, Facebook, hell, he went as far as to email you. He was hooked and just seeing the mass notifications made you want to throw the whole device away.

That’s when you got a really..really bad idea.

About an hour went by and the promiscuous bartender had paid you a few more stops of his own volition. Each encounter got more and more..suggestive, to say the least.

From mild flirting to him finally saying, “My eyes are up here, you know.” when yours were drifting.

“Obviously..but that’s not really the objective.” 

He visibly was caught off guard by your comment, going as far as to lean his arms forward onto the bar top, eyes now boring into your soul it felt like as he purred out a response. “Oh? And what might your objective be? You’ve been eyeing me since you walked in, can’t help but feel you undressing me.”

“I’m not some sort of pervert—you’re making it sound worse than it is.” Furrowing your brows slightly, he tilted his head in that oh-so innocent fashion.

It was hard to not crack a smile.

“I am,” He admitted smoothly, now actively ignoring a small trio of women at the end of the counter. “But, you didn’t answer my question.”

With one last adjustment of his neck, he was staring right at you. “What’s your objective here, pretty boy?”

“Is it not obvious?” 

“Terribly. But, I’d just love it if you could use your words. Give me something worth listening to and blowing off customers for.” His tone, his posture, his eyes—God, this is what true temptation feels like.

Working up the courage which..didn’t take long, thanks to liquid confidence, you squared your shoulders a bit to meet his gaze properly. “My objective is you. Is that so hard to piece together?”

“Don’t talk about things being hard right now.”

…

A round of silence and you were pulling a pen out of his breast pocket, you went along and grabbed his notepad as well. “And what are you doing now?”

“Giving you my cell..obviously.” Quipping back, you started to jot down the series of numbers before his slender fingers were pulling the parchment down so your focus was back on him once more.

He flashed that award-winning smile and stood up straight again. “No need. My shift ends in 30.”

Oh, he was confident.

“Make it 25. My place or yours?” 

Finally, the women at the end had gotten more than impatient and wound up calling out a not-so passive, aggressive, “Bartender!” from down the way to which he cast a small grin your way.

“Duty calls.” He said briefly and then, he was gone again. Was he serious..? Maybe the drinks were really just getting to you but Lord..the way he spoke to you, sized you up—he wanted to talk about undressing people with their eyes? Please. 

You could almost feel how he was defiling you in his head.

Among other things, you decided to down the rest of your drink and ultimately did put it on your tab. Once he’d taken down his apron and you had gathered the remnants of your heart that had led you to this point, you both were walking out with an air of civility…

Such a stark contrast to the debauchery that was promising the night.

Initially, you’d offered to take your car but he waved a hand with a chuckle, pointing over to a white Mustang GT sitting pretty in the parking lot. “I’ll get my co-worker to keep an eye on your ride for the night. You can come get it in the morning, ‘kay, handsome?”

“Should I feel insulted..?” 

He looked around for a bit before looking back down at you. “I don’t know, are you into that sorta thing?”

“Do you always talk to people like this?”

“Hm, like what?” Peering in closer, he dug his keys out of his pocket, twirling them around his index for a moment before resting them in his palm.

Crossing your arms and beginning the path to his car, you spoke, “Like a slut.”

“Are you not one too, though?” He drawled, purposely keeping his strides slow just so you could keep up easily in your dwindling intoxication. “I mean, you came to my place of work, talked me up, now, we’re heading back to your place—is that not slut behavior?”

You got ready to make another smart comment but wound up falling short and simply digging an elbow into his ribs that elicited a pained groan followed by light laughter. 

He was enjoying this way too much. 

Even on the ride home, he wouldn’t let up in his relentless teasing fit. With the low rumbling of the smooth engine carrying you across the streets of the night city, he held one hand on the wheel whilst the other rested on the gear shift. 

Every so often though, he’d try and drift his fingers over..over and up to your thigh which made you crane your neck to give him a sideways glance. “We’re not even halfway there yet..” You chastised lowly to which he moved his hand down, giving your thigh a playful squeeze instead of the devilish wandering it’d been doing before.

“Oh, I’m sorry, is foreplay not your thing?” Scoffing lightly, he shook his head and briefly peeled his eyes away from the road to look over you once again—it was becoming a habit. “I thought maybe you’d be as eager as I am—seeing as you’re the one who came onto me, after all.”

Rolling your eyes instinctively, you turned to face the window a bit. “Barely..I gave hints and you took them to ten fold. And I do like foreplay, seeing as my ex lacked the ability…I just wouldn’t want it to wind up with us fogging up these windows.”

“Please, I wouldn’t fuck you in my car,” He said it quick, as if he was a bit offended at the proposition. “I respect my baby better than to make a mess of either of you in here.”

That shut you up rather quickly.

You let your head make a small thud against the cold glass with an audible, “Hmph.” But, it was rather deterred when your hand moved over his, dragging it up further until it basically rested on the junction of your hips and leg. He didn’t make a comment and neither did you, save for the way your body spoke, pressing your thighs lightly together to hold his hand there.

Regardless, the rest of the drive was calm and when you’d arrived back to your quaint condo, just a bit out from the center of the cityscape, he turned the keys out of the ignition and got out of the driver’s side door. 

Moving to open up the door, you started to get out before he was right there in front of it, closing it back. “What the hell?” You exclaimed, given the roughness of the pushback.

He took a few moments before opening the door so gently and leaning down to your sitting level. “You’re trying to rob me of my gentlemanly status, pretty boy. Can’t have that now, can we?” With that, he extended a flat palm your way which you took—not without a low, grumbled string of complaints at his dramatacism. 

You fumbled with your keys for a split second before getting up to the door. Satoru loomed behind you, making a small shiver trail over your spine—that cologne was his.

Once getting inside, you were greeted by your precious feline companion who, instead of rubbing against your ankles, circled through Satoru’s. He gave a deep laugh of amusement, crouching down to scratch behind the furry friend’s ear to which he purred and mewed in response. “What’s its name?”

“His name is Dot.” You gave back, just the slightest bit jealous that the cat had taken a bigger liking to the house guest than the man who fed him every day. “He usually doesn’t like house guests..” A mild jab at the pet who was jingling and purring as Satoru catered to his sweet spots.

Though..after enough time and playful back and forth, just getting to know one another, flirting..whispering..trading spit..things got much more hot and heavy much quicker than you expected.

Once he’d had his tongue down your throat, it tasted..sweet. Not even in the metaphorical sense but like a literal syrup—an addictively sweet taste that had your head spinning..hazy, even. 

Your back was already flat against the bed and he was taking his time..so much so you were getting impatient. Breaking the seal between your spit-drenched lips with a soft pwah, he was breathing right into your mouth. He trailed his hand up along the column of your throat and finally, a thumb was swiping across your bottom lip, pressing down on it just to get a glimpse of your lower set.

“Somethin’ wrong..?” God..how did he sound even more sultry than before..? All panting, just as his low-lidded eyes fell on yours. “Don’t tell me you’re backing out now..”

Just for a moment, you were speechless. Now, you were really feeling the effects. Kissing’s never felt this good before..ever. And that haze from before? It was becoming a lot more prominent. “My head..feels weird..” You breathed out, finding yourself gradually heating up..from the inside.

“Ah, you’re catching on, pretty boy.” Catching on? To what exactly?

Instead of giving any sort of reassurance, his knee was creating friction along your jeans that were already straining. It was all so warm..hot, burning..something was off and all you could trace it back to was the man on top of you now. “It’s been so long since I’ve gotten an easy mark like you..you really did make this way too easy, handsome.” He purred, trailing kisses and nips down your collarbones—exposed by your loose hanging shirt—and down, down, down.

It was so heated, every touch he showered your body with, even the simple action of him sliding his fingertips under your tee and dragging the fabric up was enough to make you squirm.

“What are you..talking about..?” You managed to say, relatively snapping back to a bit of reality. Despite how he was already kissing down from where your ribs connected under your skin, past your midsection and laving his tongue over your navel—it was obvious he was avoiding your questions.

Deft fingers picked apart the button of your pants, leaving them hanging open until he was back over top of your face. Satoru was analyzing your features, each twitch and shift in expression—the effect he was having on you. 

It was utterly adorable.

Watching that stressed, pretty face all night, going from ranting and raving about a man who could hardly be called such to opening up into his own drunken desire and now laid out underneath him—fuck, it was a head rush.

“You seem tense, handsome..” The name rolled off his tongue like a vice and you could’ve sworn you were hooked. “Are you finally realizing what you got yourself into, hm?”

It was only a second. You blinked, eyes already squinting through each glance up at him and before you knew it he wasn’t..him anymore. With each passing open and shut rhythm it was something:

First his teeth, he was speaking but God knows you weren’t tuned in. Then the hands that had once been so soft, neatly cut and filed down grew into something sharp—clawed. And finally, there were those damn horns. You wished, hoped prayed that you were just too out of it to really be seeing straight but..it was real.

That cute bartender, the one who had teased and teased, led you on and wrapped you around his finger for the night..was a demon. An incubus at that—which, when it dawned on you, became even more of a problem.

Obviously, the first reaction was panic, a widespread “fight or flight” response that gradually was dimmed out. Next thing you knew, he was laughing..like, genuinely, cracking the fuck up. He could see the struggle in your eyes, the burning want, the need to fight back but oh..that little party trick from earlier was doing its job.

“Shh, shhh..it’s alright, nothin’ to worry your pretty little head about. Relax f’me..thaaat’s it..” He was speaking so slowly, so tauntingly, it felt like he was dumbing you down with his voice alone. “Fun fact about incubi—their spit counts as raw aphrodisiac..”

He leaned in closer, licking away a stray tear that had rolled down to the peak of your cheekbone before disappearing onto the warmth of his tongue. “And another fun fact..you kiss like a fuckin’ pornstar.” Already, his mouth was in desperate need of some soap.

If it’d stopped there, that would’ve been ideal. You could barely think straight, poor thing. A little too turned on for a first time, scared out of your wits, and still..still wanting to go further. You wanted him to take you further.

“Don’t you worry about a siiingle thing,” A low purr would escape him as his hands’ earlier work at your shirt finally finished, sliding it up and over your head until it was then pulled right around your wrists—he made it so. “Let me do allll that fuckin’ work for you. I told you you’re a part of my job, didn’t I..?”

You took in a shuddering breath, head instinctively flicking over to the side with a subtle roll of your hips. Oh-so absentmindedly your movements were..because as his nails made their tracings along your skin—from your chest, where he leaned all the way down just to shower your sensitive buds with the utmost attention, to how his palms then rubbed over your hips—you were just grinding.

Grinding it out on the rough fabric covering his knee as he steadily worked you over. His tongue felt..different. As in, before, it was..softer, more inviting, cute even. But now..? God, it could’ve wrapped around your cock twice and still reach the base with ease. That was a bet.

He was reveling in the series of whimpers and whines that you drenched his ears with, each one offering up a low, vibrating chuckle against your chest. 

“Mhn.. ‘Toru..” Damn, was that your voice speaking..? Where did all this “Toru” business come from..? Whatever..all you knew was it tasted like heaven in your mouth and like a siren’s call to his brain. “S-stop fuckin’ around already..demon, incubus or not, you got me hot and bothered so deal with it—properly.”

A round of tutting left him as he finally detached himself from your now-swollen nipples, only to go back in to land a bite and minor tug on one of them. Already, the action alone had your legs trying to close up around his, stomach fluttering just from the feeling of his sharp canines digging in. Oh you knew he left a mark. You could already feel it.

Just as quickly as he doled out his physical reprimand, he was back to his affectionate, lewd lapping at your nub, alternating between each and giving whichever was orally unattended, pinches and rolls between his fingers. “I thought you liked foreplay, pretty boy..don’t tell me you got a little impatient and changed your mind?”

“You’ve got the brain of a whore and the body of a virgin—what kinda joke is that?” Sitting back on his haunches, both of his hands crossed over his pelvis, gripping the ends of his shirt as he tugged it off over his head. In all honesty your body had a reaction to that—a small gasp that he undoubtedly heard as well. 

The shocking part wasn’t even the sheer cut of him, no, but the pair of wings that accompanied. A dark, charcoal black that differed so heavily from the pure white that his hair adorned. Stemming from his chiseled shoulder blades like a stalk.

His attention ran right back to you as he readjusted himself between your legs, both hands snaking to your inner thighs as he parted them like a sea: slow and deliberate. One of them trailed up further..coming to rest just before your groin where he splayed his fingers out.

“Hey,” A more baritone call for your attention as he stared you head on. “This is gonna really suck while I’m not inside you so..hold out for me, ‘kay?”

Rubbing soothing circles over where his fingers had found purchase, he rolled his hips forward, cracking that smile that was now sullied by the sharpness of his once-straight and narrow dental set. “You can hold out f’me, right?”

He wasn’t even asking. He talked like it was a fact.

“Nah, I know you can..you can take anything I throw at you..” Before you could even deny it, to tell him to reevaluate his expectations of your threshold, it was in motion. 

The surging energy that he flowed out into your lower body first, then the crackle of electricity that followed suit, gradually descending into a sickening ache inside that felt like an inferno needing to be quelled. You squirmed and writhed, fragile fingers threatened to tear up your sheets as your strained voice caught up in your throat. 

Eyes squeezed shut as you grit your teeth so hard you thought they could’ve cracked from the pressure. He was murmuring words of praise, encouragement, of urging you to endure it. And after a bit, it was less painful and more just a throbbing need that already had you breathless.

“Haah..fuck, what is..God..” The last name was said like it was the worst of profanity as you finally worked up enough gall to look down. Once his hand lifted from its place, that’s when you saw it. 

Right there, just below where your stomach ended and your happy trail began—a fucking womb tattoo. 

No, like, for real. It was engraved in your skin, staining your flesh that same charcoal black with the intricate scrawl of abstract twists all centered around a hollow heart design. 

Fuck how it looked though—your body was screaming.

Just from the proximity alone from Satoru, it was getting harder to breathe, harder to even think straight and his pants weren’t even off yet. Was this the power of a real fucking demon? Able to bring a man to his knees with just a few well-placed touches and words of slutty promise?

“Toruuu..it burns..” A pathetic whine fell from your lips as you ran your hands down to try and soothe the ache. But not only with your shirt tangled up along your wrists but one of his own pinning them back against the headboard, you were stuck. 

That roll of his hips had gotten bolder, more rhythmic..you could feel how much he was into this. Not only by the way he seemed to do it mindlessly, his breathy pants and the slight flutter of his abnormal appendages, but God..the fucking print.

Oh, it was fucking big.

Here he was, trying to keep you under control when he seemed like he would burst at the seams with one wrong move. “I know, I know..I feel it too, baby..” This whole time, he’d been rather composed—you know, while making you fall apart—but even now, it seemed hard for even him to keep himself under control.

“Tell me,” There went that damn tone again, though, instead of that cocky arrogance, it was almost desperate. “Do you want this as much as I do..? Don’t think with your dick right now, as hard as I know that is to do that right now…”

Trailing off, his free hand cupped your jaw, making blown pupils meet the zeroed. You could’ve gotten high off the eye contact alone at this point. “Say the word and I’ll stop—you won’t have to remember this ever happened. You’ll forget everything about me, your body will go right back to how it was and..I’ll be gone.”

“But I’ll miss this face..those eyes, your voice..oh…” No matter how much he was prioritizing you, how much he meant every word he said..he couldn’t help but pray, beg for God to do him a solid and let you say yes to this. “Come on, pretty boy..”

“Talk to me.”

It was less of an asking and much more like a command. Your hesitation was so evident in the way your breath hitched with each labored inhale and exhale. The proposition was set but the real question remained unanswered—were you really about to give up your virginity to an incubus..?

…

Well..yeah.

Making sure you never took your eyes off him, after what felt like an eternity, you uttered, “I crave it, Toru..please, don’t get me all the way here and leave me..I need you. Need to feel you in places I don’t know exist…” And with a final batting of your lashes, you breathed, “..need you to fuckin’ ruin me.”

That did it.

“Goddamn your mouth is so fuckin’ nasty,” Like a flip switched in his brain, he was on you. Gone was the gentle caress of his kiss—replaced by the starved devouring of your lips, teeth and tongue as he finally got serious. “I cannot wait to break you the fuck in.”

And by God did he mean it in every sense of the word. 

His hands were everywhere: your hips, thighs, face, anywhere he could get a feel for you. A feel for the heat that you were radiating and pouring off in gallons. It didn’t take long at all for him to start tugging at the rest of the clothing that was keeping him from what he was gunning for.

Bits and pieces of fabric stripped away like nothing but an inconvenience before being discarded into the growing pile of articles on the floor. Once you were laid out bare in front of him, you faintly caught wind of an instinctive, “Fuck..” Slipping from his mouth before he was already hooking your leg onto his shoulder. 

Even in his haste, he was handling you with sooo much care. His bites felt like nips and grazes before he was leaning in closer..further up until the heated inner of your thigh was burning the side of his face. He stayed there for a moment closing his eyes like he was an aerosol fiend.

But oh, oh when those glaciers met your gaze again, he bit down, hard. Those canines of his were a force to be reckoned with because the yelp that tore from you upon the breaking of skin was awful.

“What the hell, Toru..?” You complained, furrowing your eyebrows down into an expression that was meant to be scolding but you couldn’t deny the way the new addition to your skin was twisting your perception of pain and pleasure oh so deliciously. 

And boy did he know. One turned into two and gradually, your thighs were stained with his saliva and the clear imprint of his teeth—slightly bloodied and hickeys for daaays. 

At one point, you’d closed your legs up around him, a feeble attempt at a timeout but he wasted no time in prying then right back open, lowering his head enough to lick a looong, slow stripe up your neglected cock that had been sitting so pretty on the sidelines. 

You really were acting like a virgin—the simple lick making your hips lift up just a bit before the contact was taken back away. A whimper of protest was heard at the loss of sensation and before you knew it, he was speaking again. “Ahh, is that what you want, pretty boy? Hm?”

Although his eyes were on you right now, he couldn’t help but feel the effects of not only smelling—seeing, touching, breathing—but tasting you on his tongue. All the while with both hands busy and his pants seeming like the greatest obstacle on Earth. But he digressed, bringing up a sharp-nailed hand to press his palm down juuust enough to glide up and dig your length a bit further against your stomach.

“Wanna feel my mouth giving all my attention to this cute cock of yours, hm?” A drawl of a question and you were already getting driven up the wall by the physical aspect that came with it. “Come onnn, what did I say about using your words, sweetheart?”

Did he like..need you to die in the process of all this?

A simpering moan was all your mind could muster up before you let out a light puff, willing yourself to meet those eyes that seemed to be doing more work than anything else right now. “Please, Toru..You’re driving me insane..” Breathless and absolutely helpless—just how he liked you.

The verbal queue was all he needed. With one chuckled out, “Good boyyy.” Oh he was getting to work.

That tongue that had seemingly grown in measure was going alongside with his hands—smooth and soft, yet a little calloused—that took your aching shaft up into his palm. He fucking kissed up, from base to tip and then swiped his tongue back and forth under your sensitive frenulum before using those plump lips to give playful sucks to your weeping slit.

Swirling that aphrodisiac-saliva slick all over until you finally caved, pulling your forearms in front of your eyes and just barely stifling out your voice from behind them. The muscles in your thighs were just shivering, and he hadn’t even taken it all in yet.

God you were fucking hopeless.

Satoru’s hands rubbed soothingly along your inners as he showered your cockhead with sooo much care. It was so much yet still not enough. “Mhn..f-fuck, deeper..please..” Even as you begged for more, your body was following its own rhythm, hips bucking up into the inviting heat of his mouth. “Come on..you’re a..haah, demon, right..? This is your job..right?”

“Then give me more.” You were taken aback by the urgency you held in your voice and he clearly was too—seeing as his tongue stopped its endless movement that had remained focused solely on the tip of your member. And in one, sharp-toothed grin, he was following your words to the letter.

Oh and God could you tell he had the experience of a lifetime. From head to base, he took it alll down. He even did the courtesy of holding his mouth there, swallowing around every delicious inch like it was the sweetest candy he’d ever. Fucking. Tasted.

The sensation was enough to make your head finally fall back into the plush pillow set that decorated the top of your bed, shuddering out a throaty groan and ultimately a sigh of relief. His tongue got back to work, even though he wasn’t moving his head, you could feel the methodical patterns he made along the underside, around—even going as far as to trace the veins that pulsed with each flick.

But when he started to move? Your eyes fluttered back like you were experiencing the first effects of anesthesia. Even with his sharpened set, you didn’t feel one bit of teeth.

The worst fucking part was those damn eyes.

You were avoiding his like a plague but you could feel them burning holes through you as your fingers raked through your hair. Yeah, you’d gotten sucked off before but goddamn, he was sucking the soul out of you. 

Finally, your lids managed to peel open when your legs began to tense up, mindlessly rutting your pelvis up and down, just so desperate for that high you could feel coiling in your stomach. He noticed all the squirming, could taste the bittersweet of pre that dripped into his tongue each time he pulled his head back up—you both knew you were close.

A series of careening moans later and he pulled his lips off of you with a wet pop, putting in the effort to spit directly on the tip, rubbing his thumb over that weeping slit until you were sure you’d cramp up. His hand already picked up where his mouth left off and he was just heaving those barely useful, hot, shuddering, laughing breaths onto the connection of your shaft and head.

“You taste like fuckin’ heaven, pretty boy,” He said with a bit of a cockdrunk smile on his face. Those charcoal wings gave their own fluttering of excitement—now that you were slightly able to focus on something else other than his oral cavity. “I could suck this cock for hours and I’d keep going even when my jaw locks.”

And he wanted to talk about your mouth being nasty?

He brought his other hand to help with the job, left moving in short, up and down motions whilst the other was simply bullying the entrance of your urethra. Your hands, on the other hand, were simply just trying to find purchase on anything you could get them on.

The sheets, the pillow, your own tousled locks—whatever to help you cope with the burning need in your gut. “Oh f-fuck, oh God..‘Toru, Toru..!” You tumbled out in a hurried fashion as both your hands tried to close either ends of the pillow over your face to possibly shield you from the embarrassment..from those damn eyes. “Close.. ‘m close..s-so fuckin’..fuuuck..”

Vocabulary falling short, you heard the deep chuckle that he made, followed up by such a soft coo—all the while he was making you feel euphoric. It couldn’t have felt this good in its own..right? Sure, being a virgin was one thing but you’d gotten handys and blowjobs plenty of times before. It had to be that damn mark..right?

“Look at you..aww, you poor, poor thing,” The lilt in his voice made a whine of annoyance and frustration die out in the pillow that now barely masked your features. “You feelin’ it? My hands, my mouth, my breath..oh it’s just too much isn’t it? If you can’t handle this..”

He trailed off like he finished the sentence once in his head before finally verbalizing it, “Just how are you going to manage with my cock fucking you stupid? Huuh?” 

Automatically, you felt another surge when his words reached your brain—not your ears but after they registered—and you were damn near trembling with the effort to hold back and keep up the tedious conversation. Or, it seemed rather tedious..to you. 

“Can you imagine it already, huh? How it’s gonna feel when I finally sink in, the draaaag..Your eyes going cross when I bottom out, when you can feel me all the way up to your stomach—” He didn’t even get to finish his sentence before you were sent tumbling over the edge in a fit of muffled profanity and swears.

Once again, that raspy chuckle of his echoed against your walls, only quieted down when his lips wrapped around the twitching and now pulsating head of your cock that emptied out straight into his waiting maw.

He closed his eyes, you heard—and felt—his low hums of appreciation as he drank it all down like he was on the brink of dehydration. As he did, the symbol along your pelvic bone started illuminating the small space it took up. It was almost hypnotizing..

After what seemed like absolutely forever, you fell back into the pillows with strained sounds of your come down, looking down to find Satoru’s glaciers staring right back up at you through those snowy lashes. You’d expected a witty remark but he simply pulled his lips off, holding your softening shaft in one hand as he opened his mouth up.

There, you saw the aftermath of your own premature climax. Immediately, your face lit up with a deep crimson. “Jeez, I thought you swallowed already..!”

He shook his head, smiling cheekily.

“Are you waiting on my say-so..?” 

A bout of silence..then another nod.

You pulled a face, glancing off to the side and only coming back when he gave a few more teasing strokes that made you yelp in frustration. “F-fine..! Swallow, spit, I don’t care..I just..”

“I just want to stop the burning in my stomach..it feels like…I’ll die without it—without you..” You breathed. “So quit fucking around and do me right.”

That did it for him, seeing as he swallowed with haste and stuck his tongue out to reveal the—relatively—empty contents. What he did next was more bold.

Slowly, surely, he raised his head up, peering in over you. Even after all this and such a lack of clothing, the scent of his cologne still drenched your senses and managed to make your vision just a bit hazier in the proximity. All of that amplified ten-fold when he sealed your mouths together.

Sloppy, and riddled with the taste of your own cum, he was taking your breath away with each slick slide of your tongues along one another. A heady mixture of that delicious aphrodisiac and something uniquely his.

This entire time he’d been so patient. Dragging it on for what seemed like absolute ages. So when you felt his hand sneaking down—past your navel, not at all skipping your sensitivity—and finally down to your patient, waiting, hole. 

Just the graze was enough but when two—not one—of his lengthy digits slid in, and his breath began to fan across your face with each break of this kiss..it was showtime.

“Fun fact, pretty boy..” He’d say, curling his fingertips into a spot you couldn’t even reach properly before you met him. “This, this little symbol right here..?”

As your legs were starting to clamp up, he used his free hand to trace over the tattoo embedded into your pelvic bone. “Makes things sooo much easier for me—for us..” Trailing off, he had gotten just mildly carried away as he hit that sweet nerve inside that elicited such a tantalizing sound to drip from your lips. “It gets you all nice and ready for me and I don’t even have to do anything too bad, t’ya..”

“Ain’t that exciting?” Chiming, he got his answer via the resurgence of your erection against your stomach. 

This was his element and clearly he was thriving.

The sound of his digits knuckle deep inside—stirring up the fire that was raging in yourty core—bounced off the walls like a symphony. 

Your voice was only getting sweeter and sweeter, falling on his ears in a way that made his previous, mindless, grinding down into the sheets seem like it would never be enough. 

It wasn’t enough. 

Not with your tight heat already pulsing and gripping his fingers like a vice, giving him a perfect demonstration of what he could be buried in right now.

“C’monn, I’ll talk you through it if it hurts too bad but..fuck…I can’t hold off anymore,” He slid his fingers out of you, but not without a shiver running up your spine. 

Drifting downward, he undid—what he would call—his restraints and slid off everything from the waist down. Once he kicked it off to the edge of the bed and over, Satoru sat up on his knees and began fisting the base of his thick shaft.

“You’ve been leading me on all night..a man can only take so much you know..” It was almost a whining complaint that he twisted into a slight reprimand. “Let’s take this all the way. Let me get you there. You know I’ll fuck you so right in all the wrong ways.”

Panting now, he looked down at how your body was screaming with Fahrenheit and anticipation as much a him. The puddle of slick pouring out into the slight indents of your abdomen from your sobbing cockhead—that, amongst others let him know just how he was getting to you. 

Just a bit of finger fucking and you were already like this..? He couldn’t even begin to fathom how you’d be when all 7.4 sunk in.

A whine trailed out when, the slight of fullness had been removed from your pulsing walls. “‘Toru..” You frustratedly simpered out, covering up your eyes with your forearm. “Quit f-fucking playing..”

“Playing? I’m just waiting for you to drop the attitude and ask me how you know you’re s’posed to.” He snipped back. “You’re the one squirming around and enjoying yourself getting off on my hand but you’re still so confident.”

You bit back a groan at his bratty response and shivered out a sigh. “I’m..sorry.”

“For..?”

“For giving you lip about how you’re not inside me right now.”

He shrugged his shoulders and slid his dripping tip along the crevice of your as—teasing you with his hips each time it caught on the rim. “I think you can do better than that..” Each pass spreading the slick that was artificially—or ‘magically’—pouring out of you and the fat drops of pre that were coming from Satoru.

Leaning your head back, down into the pillow, you began to speak, “Haah..for being..defiant—”

“Look me in the eyes when you’re asking me for something. That’s common courtesy.” With a slight bite, he pressed the tip past just a bit and it was enough to make you trip up in your sentence.

Your arm fell from over your eyes and to the side of your head as you stared up at him with all due reluctance. It was mildly hard to tell with how your features were already being contorted by the promise of more. “I’m sorry for being..mhn..defiant. I’ll listen, I’ll be..good for you. So please give me what I want..” 

“Atta boy.” He purred, taking that as a sign to ‘spontaneously forgive you’. In reality—he just hadn’t expected you to beg so fucking nicely with just a bit of teasing. Next thing you knew, he was bottoming out inside you.

The pathetic sound that your mouth produced was one you didn’t know you could make before. A gradual and steady ease into it would’ve been better but oh he did the exact opposite of any of that. He had let out his own slightly pained groan at the sheer grip that you had on every inch you’d taken so gracefully. Eyes falling directly down onto you, he gave a half-smile that was somewhat meant to convince himself, just as much as you that it wasn’t that big of a deal. 

“Holy shit..fuck you feel…fuck..” Vocabulary failing for what felt like the first time during the entire encounter, you heard the light fluttering of his wings up on his shoulders–most likely compensating for the way his hips had jutted to a stop after the initial breach of both your senses. 

The cherry on top had to be the fact that he had pressed down riiight onto that little symbol of yours. Exactly where you could feel his cockhead nestled so snugly inside. It didn’t help that the veins were pulsing as they struggled to all find purchase within your sopping wet hole. He pushed your legs back by your knees–not into a full-on mating press yet but just enough so he could start rocking and setting up a steadfast rhythm inside. 

You thought it’d be easier to–well, who are we kidding? It was already hard enough for you to deal with him just being inside but now with that drag that was building up the friction your body felt like it’d been waiting ages for; you were already rendered a stuttering, tensed up mess. 

Rampant fingers scrambling for him and finally pulling him down on top of you by the base of his horns, you earned a groan that faded off into a dry laugh. “Aw, already can’t seem to get me close enough? I’m already all the way up in your stomach, you know..”

“I..mnh..I know, I know..f-fuck, ‘s just..a lot.” You pieced together, even with the currents that were creating seas of pleasure through your veins. It was like each time he pulled out and dropped all the way back down into you, his throbbing cock found new spots to bully and pinpoint. “.. ‘Yer fillin’ me up so much I c-can barely think straight, ‘Toru..”

That hanging coo of his name made his heart–and well, dick–throb as he furrowed his eyebrows in slight concentration. He was building up a sweat, easy to tell from the droplets that slid down his brow ridge and past his face to fall onto you. 

“Are you sure you’re a virgin..? Or do you just naturally say shit that makes me want to give up on trying to fuck you slow?” He grunted, each time with a deep grind against your deepest parts.

At one point, he went into what felt like full downward dog and that alone was enough to prove his question to be redundant. Poor you, you didn’t even know what that bit of hip curvature could do before you were shuddering out a premature orgasm that startled the both of you when it hit. You were slightly mortified at the fact you’d cum from just a few well-placed strokes but to Satoru, you couldn’t have stroked his ego any better. That little emblem glowed it’s white shimmer until your climax subsided, Satoru never really stopping his motions until you were completely sated and now thoroughly heightened in your nerves. “Fuck, ah, s-shit, I’m sorry I didn’t think I’d–”

“Why’re you apologizing for that?” He laughed out. “It’s only your first of tonight, anyway. Might as well get used to it..” Giving another scan over your body, he could see and feel just how much each little detail was contributing to the state you were in now. “Hey, can you..get on all fours for me..?” “Why..?”

“I want to see if you can get a few back to backs while I’m hitting it from the back.” So chipper about it, you couldn’t help the slight twist of annoyance that came with it. To him it was worth it though, just to see your face get all pouty about the matter. 

Slowly withdrawing, he eased you off of your back with a flawless handling of your waist and legs, making sure not to give you too much ragdoll treatment–yet. Your face naturally landed into the pillow with a muffled ‘hmph’ and just seconds later, you felt his thumbs spreading your hole out. He was admiring the view and your face grew hotter with each passing instant that you could feel his eyes lingering there. 

“Do you mind–”

“Hush up, f’me. Let me enjoy this fully–it’s not every day that I get to fuck virgins so I’m trying to make you last.”

You let out a lengthy groan into the fabric before speaking again, “Why can’t you just fuck my brains out already..that is your job. Not to tease me until I can’t take it anymore..” “Oh, trust me, sweetie,” All matter-of-factly, he leaned down to nip and bite at the exposed skin of your shoulder, moving to lick a stripe from your tailbone, all the way up until he placed another loving set of teeth marks at the nape of your neck. “If that was enough to make you finish quick as you did–you wouldn’t be able to handle all that. I’m doing this for your sake, so try and sound a bit more grateful.”

Whatever bratty remark you had to give afterward was silenced by the sound and feeling of a fat wad of his saliva coming into contact with your puckered entrance. A mild shiver and you could’ve sworn that the tips of your ears were redder than ever. It also didn’t help the fact that he began that languid stroking of his angry cockhead all along the crevice that he’d spread out so gracefully and politely.

Throaty grunts–some fading into soft, almost tender moans–fell on your ears in an increasing succession. It was enough to drive anyone far up the wall. Especially when he’d already given you such a clear-cut example and beautiful snippet of what was to come.

Almost on their own, your hips began to bounce back on him in the slight of chasing more of the friction that was your only–inadequate–sense of relief. “Aww, ‘s the matter, pretty boy?” Once again, that patronizing coo of his pet name stole a whimpered complaint from your mouth. It felt mostly on deaf ears with your face being so submerged into the plush. “Doesn’t this feel soo nice? Hm? Remember what we talked about..”

“I-it does..it feels..hah, amazing…” You’d meekly reply.

He cocked his head to the side, angling an eyebrow at you before planting an arm squarely beside your face, then using his free hand to guide your eyes up to his. “Buttt..”

“I told you..” It was then that Satoru got to see the true effect of all his ruthless teasing–you were already tearing up. His snow blues widened at the sight of the mild wetness that had begun to spring from your eyes and stain your cheeks. “..‘S not enough..I’m burning inside and you’re being fucking..mean.” 

Oh, but how could he not? 

The entire night, you’d been casting glances, slipping words under your breath and essentially leading him all the way on. It was–one of–the more irritating ‘jobs’ that he’d ever gotten but after having a taste of you..? Seeing how those pouty expressions became twisted and eventually fell away once you really started to feel it..how could he resist..? 

“Ah, I see now..” he drawled, lining himself up once again. Luminous depths all muddled with lust and something just simply carnal lurking behind them, his breath hitched and so did yours when he slipped the tip in. As much as you wanted to recoil, he held your face there, clawed nails softly digging into your cheeks. Mouth hung open above yours, his lips just ghosted with the heat of his every exhale. “I’m sorry, baby..you must be in agony, huh..? You’ve already had such a bad night..”

Inch by inch, he watched with hawk-eyes the gradual descension of your facial expression–so needy, so fucking pathetic–alll because of him. 

Oh, that was just the half of it. 

From this angle, this position..fuck was he reaching deep. Deeper than before it felt–and even then, he didn’t stop until he was fit so snugly inside. “S-shit..might get fuckin’ addicted to this,” he huffed once again, then pressing his sweat-riddled chest against your fluttering spine. “Let me help you forget about all your problems..you deserve it. Just lie there, look good, and take everything I have to offer..” 

With that low mutter, he sealed your lips together and kicked up his rhythm–obscene and just downright filthy sounds coming from the connection between the two of you. Instead of the grind he’d grown and nurtured beforehand, his hips were slamming into you, making that harsh slap each time that his pelvis pressed up against the fat of your ass. It was enough to have your legs trembling just a few minutes in.

Over and over and over, just fucking pounding you in. Your moans and gasps for air were all swallowed up into his slick maw as he dominated the kiss with ease. His tongue was mapping out each crevice of your mouth. As much as you thought he tasted sweet enough to make your dentist fly into a fury–he thought you tasted fucking divine.

“God-damn, holy–keep it arched like this..just like..ahh…” He began to roll his head back but just as he did, your hand came up, tugging him back down over you by one of his horns. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea. A brief widening of his eyes and he was now hooking his big hands into the junctures of either of your hips, pulling you back with a harsh tug that made the precision of his thrusts seem all the more brutal. 

One hand firmly clasped on the protrusion of his head, ever-adjusting, another scrunching up your poor pillow as yet another round of tremors rang out through your spine. Your lips were fallen open in such a blissed out way that all manners of sounds were coming from there. Ranging from, “Right there..! R-right fuckin’ ohhh..!” to strings of, “S-slow– mhn..! Can’t take..haah..” It was so endearing how you couldn’t even properly place what exactly it was that you really wanted.

Slithering a hand from its holster, he wrapped around, once again laying his chest on top of you but this time sinking his weight down into you in a way that made your body tense and you could’ve sworn you heard the zip! Signaling a short circuit in your brain when your prostate was dug into sooo fucking deliciously. 

What definitely wasn’t helping were the fingers that had found your sorely forgotten shaft–left to leak endless strings of pre down onto your sheets as you were dicked down into them. Methodically twisting his wrist on the upstroke, he eventually noticed how your ass was rutting back against him, encouraging him to continue his relentless pursuit. “I can’t..hngh..make you out…” heavily panting, he began to leave the back of your neck and shoulders branded with the map of his sharp canines and incisors. 

Another one of those hearty chuckles, just a little less throaty and more breathless than anything and he was kissing up along your shoulders. “You’re really something, y’know.”

“..‘Toru...”

“Yess, handsome?” That purr was enough to make you flush, maybe even a bit more than how he was literally jerking you off while keeping at a standstill inside.

Pulling your face up and out of the small huddle you’d made amongst your arms, you gave him that glossy-eyed look. Oh you felt him throb. “I’m..getting close again…”

“Oh yeah? Aaand..you’re getting close to..what, exactly?” Even now, he wasn’t letting up on his teasing, sliding his fist up to create a lewd squelching sound along your weeping tip. A careening moan stopped what you were going to say next but it was so cute to hear you struggle to form the most basic of sentences. 

“..Fuck.. ‘m gonna cum..”

“Already?” 

His response made your cheeks stain with crimson once more as you then coyly nodded along. “I want you to..cum with me…You didn’t before.” 

God. 

Maybe he was just turned on or maybe it was his heart melting, but that ignited something inside of Satoru that he couldn’t explain. All that you knew was that he was practically smothering you now, big, strong arms gathered around your head as he buried his face into the crook of your neck–fucking ramming his cock deeper and deeper with all due haste.

Your fingers came up to scratch at his biceps, clawing at the skin there as your voice grew louder and louder, more and more strained and finally being dulled out by the pillow whilst you were sent barreling over the edge. Incoherencies flowing from your mouth like a fountain–akin to how your dick was pumping out rope after rope of burning release onto the sheets. It didn’t help that even when your body grew rigid and you were shuddering through your climax–he kept going.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuck..” Chanting over and over, each weighted slap of his balls up against your sore taint was plowing you through your already-powerful orgasm and straight into overstimulation. He would’ve been more gentle, would’ve stopped and maybe rubbed the rest out after you came but the way your hole was fucking clinging to him–as if begging him to stay–he knew that was a lost cause.

His breathing faltered, got caught in his throat a few times before he was whining in your ear. It was hard to make sense of, given your deliriousness and the fog that was beginning to mar your psyche but something along the lines of, “My name, f-fucking say my name..” he pleaded. “Wanna let this..whole fuckin’ neighborhood know who’s the first..who’s the best fuck you’ll ever have.”

In a blind state of compliance, you tried your hardest to follow his command.

“Satoru–”

“Fucking wrong.” He bit.

Trying again, you rolled your neck off to the side, resting your cheek down into his forearm as you helplessly mewled underneath him. So close already, his cock was pulsing inside of you with each rapidfire, short stroke he made. “Jesus fuckin’--ahh..! ‘Toru, ‘Toru..oh my fuck, ‘Toru..!” With how syrupy sweet his name sounded on your lips, it was no surprise at all when you felt the first spurts of cum begin to paint your insides when you said it.

‘Toru, Toru, Toru’ over and over--he rode out every last second of his climax with deep, guttural groans of your name, essentially returning the favor a bit. By this point, your mind was already swamped with pleasure that had long since had your eyes simply rolling. That burn had begun to dim down and it seemed as though he was spent as well–for the most part.

Basking in that pretty afterglow, he finally let some of his weight stop pinning you down to the mattress and opted for leisurely laying on top of you. “Hey, not too bad at all for a first timer.” like a switch was flipped, he was right back to his casual, smug demeanor. Still out of breath but steadily regaining his senses, he brushed back a few strands from your face before letting his softening shaft slip out. Teasing the tip a bit before the pop! rang out, almost immediately his load started to drip down your thighs.

Only then did you let your hips sink back down with an unceremonious fall.

He glanced over the sight with rapt attention–he couldn’t help but glide his fingers through the mess he’d made of you. You felt a small shiver run up your spine when he did, lifting your head up and off of the pillow just enough to look back at him through your tousled locks. “Seriously, Satoru?”

“Aww, what? I liked it when I was ‘Toru’.” He’d whined with a feigned look of dejection.

Rolling your eyes, you turned over on your back and to your surprise–the mark was gone. “Hey, where did–”

“It’s temporary,” Cutting you off just a bit, he smiled. “I came inside, I helped you out, anddd..my job is done.”

Slowly but surely, you watched all of his otherworldly features begin to retreat–his horns disappearing back into his hair, wings folding up and sliding back into place inside his shoulder blades. It looked..painful, but he hadn’t really flinched.

“Does that not..hurt at all..?” You inquired, gesturing toward the clear expanse of skin where his horns had been before.

All he did was shrug it off, bringing a hand up to his neck as he scratched the back of it lightly. “Huh..? Ah, I guess not. It’s sort of like..when humans naturally lose teeth. Orrr, growing and cutting off nails.”

“Kinda gross.” 

“You didn’t seem to find any part of me gross a few moments ago,” Swinging his long legs off to the side of the bed, he leaned down to tug his pants back on, keeping his belt messily undone. In another moment, he stalked over to your bathroom and you sat up a bit straighter, pulling your legs into yourself a bit. Your face fell as you thought it was simply over just like that. Well, until he came back with a towel from the cabinet. “Humans are so odd. Keeping towels in such places–they go on racks.” he’d grumbled as he made his way over to you.

Stepping back into frame, he saw the way your face was just a few seconds away from tearing up. “What’s the matter? Don’t tell me you’re hurt somewhere..” his features fell somber as he cupped your face, tilting it upward to look back at him. 

“N-no it’s..nothing.”

He gave a harsh scoff and once again pulled that smug smirk. “Uhuh. ‘Nothing’ my sweet ass. Talk to me, pretty boy.”

“I just thought..you’d stay a while longer.” Your eyes sideswiped away from his and all Satoru could do was smile even harder, dragging your face to his lips. Peppering kisses wherever his mouth could reach, you soon felt your face growing hotter. “Fuck–quit it..! What’s up with you-?”

Once again, another burst of laughter and he tugged away, unfurling the towel and wiping down all of your sullied limbs and taking extra time to tend to where he’d been paying the most attention beforehand. Knelt in front of you, cleaning off your inner thighs, he was humming lowly to himself. Your fingers carded through his white head of hair enough for him to look up at you with a raised eyebrow. “Is this the part where you say ‘I love you’ and you ask me to stay the night?”

“You ruined the moment, so..I’ll skip over the first part and just say thanks for helping me not be an adult virgin anymore.” You remarked with a small flick of his forehead.

Shrugging, he chimed back, “So I can still stay over?”

“Of course–my couch is always open for freeloaders.” 

That was enough for him to know where he stood and get back to cleaning up his mess.

A/N: Kind of my debut into this scene..! You lot showed so much love to the mlist alone! I hope I characterized my precious ‘Toru’ well, I took inspiration. More on the way—enjoy the first commandment. 🧧

[strawberrymatchawhore]

7

exbf!jungkook x exgf!reader

“you wrap around me and you give me life… and that's why night after night i'll be lovin' you right”

summary- after seven long years of the breakup between you and jungkook, he randomly decides to show up and tries to prove that hes really a changed man.

warning/s- DUBCON. rough sex under the influence (both sides), hesitant y/n, choking, fingering, messy sex, lovebomb/confession, nutting inside (a/n also sorry for not posting for a while n this was kinda rushed soo i do apologize in advance LMAOOO)

you loudly groaned and smacked your hand around the couch to look for your phone, who the hell calls at this hour ? you took a hit of the joint youve been smoking for the past few minutes and then clicked the answer button.

“hello ??” you lazily say and roll your eyes and take another hit.

spam callers are so fucking annoying.

“y/n…” the voice says, it was deep and husky… even almost sounding like..

“huh ?!!! jungkook ??” the call abruptly ends until a loud knock can be heard from your front door. you get up confused and take a peak through the window and see your ex boyfriend leaning against the porch chair.

fuck what now

you open the door and take a second to figure out what to say.

“what are you doing here ?” you said in a monotone voice, trying to hide your interest as to why he decided to show up after so long.

“i need to talk to you y/n.. please.” he slurs gently pushing you aside to go inside your house, the smell of alcohol and expensive cologne accumulating from his body.

“jungkook..” you tried slowing his pace down and pushing his chest but he wouldnt budge.

“jungkook !! you cant just randomly show up to my house like this and expect me to welcome you with open arms !!” you dragged him to the couch and made him sit down you stood in front of him and examined his state.

“y/n you smoke now ?” he picked up the joint and tossed it back down.

“yeah that doesnt matter right now, why are you here ?”

“look.. i just wanted to say.. i just wanted to say that im sorry for everything that ive done to you in the past. i know words cant fix the damage ive done but after all this time i never forgot about you and i realized all of my faults.. i really really have changed for the better, and i hope you can let me back into your life again y/n.” he slurred, it was almost funny how desperate he sounded. like the roles of the past were now reversed.

you tilted your head, jungkook was never one to own up to his mistakes or even apologize. the sinking feeling in your stomach rises when he briefly mentions the past. but even drunk, maybe he really has changed. it has been 7 years. you stood in silence as jungkook made himself at home on your couch.

“look jungkook, its been a while im gonna have to think about it. and youre drunk, just lay there and i’ll get you some water. you can spend the night.” you softly said, damn it. he was good.

he nodded in response and you went to the kitchen to get water and meds, this also gave you time to collect your thoughts. you said you would think about forgiving him but could you really believe that he’s changed after the relationship you were in with him all those years ago ?

you put the stuff for him on the coffee table and sit down near him, trying to keep a distance. closing your eyes and opening slowly feeling the high more. you look over to jungkook and laugh. this didnt feel real at all.

he then sits up and scoots closer to you, leaning his body onto yours. his mouth was now near your ear and you could feel his hands gently massage your waist. he pulls you to his lap and you let out a low gasp from the sudden movement.

“jungkook. we really shouldnt be doing this…” you say using his thighs to try to get up. the grip he has on your waist tightens, almost bruising even. you wince and move around his lap more to try to get free.

“what do you mean ?” he lowly says he keeps one hand on your waist and massages it his other hand makes it way up to your neck and squeezes.

“you’re basically grinding on me.” he chuckled, you could feel his bulge pressing against you. you whine and dont respond. only the music playing from your tv could be heard. what situation did you just get yourself into ? he lets go and his hand slides down to your pj shorts touching the wet spot on your panties.

“s-stop.” you moan, sounding extremely unconvincing. the both of you knew that you were just saying bullshit, your legs basically open wider for him to continue further. his pushed your panties to the side and gently rubs your clit, and teases it before dipping a finger into your pussy.

“you sure you want me to stop ?” he adds another finger and speeds up, his palm stimulating your clit. you moan and grab his hand.

“…your pussy is just so fucking wet.” jungkook whispered in your ear. you know you shouldnt be enjoying this but you honestly missed him and wanted more. not that you would admit it. even though he most definitely knows by now.

“fu- all f’ you.” you mewl biting your lip, it felt too good.

“yeah all f’ me ? does it feel good baby ?” he teases nibbling your ear. you moan incoherent words and close your eyes.

“course it does just listen to how youre taking my fingers.” you could hear the wet slick sounds of his long skinny fingers going in and out of your pussy. his rings adding more to the package. you could feel yourself about to cum and jungkook slows down.

“you gonna cum ?” you whine and nod yes grinding on his hands to try to get back the lost stimulation. he removes his fingers from you and roughly shoved them into your mouth, you automatically suck and swirl you tongue them licking them clean of your juices. seems like you still have some muscle memory.

he guides you off his lap and maneuvers you face down ass up. giving him a full view of your ass, he gives a few hard smacks before you feel him move his tip up and down your pussy. already antsy and wanting more, you try to reach back and put it in yourself but he grabs your arms and pins them to your back, forcing you to arch it even more.

“uh uh youre not allowed to touch, just lay there and be a pretty little thing for me.” he says before pushing his dick inside of you. your mouth opens into a silent o and you push your hip against his.

“ah-h feels so good kookie.” jungkook leans forwards and uses your arms to thrust faster and harder. your ass bounces from the force.

“fucking missed this pussy.. missed you. ah- fuc-” he breathily whimpers, your moans synching with his.

“youre the only one that makes me feel like im enough and i- fuckkk- im sorry.. oh my- god.” he rambles and moans completely pussydrunk, your cream forming rings at the base of his cock. disappearing and reappearing with his thrusts. he lets go of you and rest his hands on your hips, guiding them towards his big cock.

“you got nothing to say y/n ?” he mocks knowing that youre fucked out, your head rests on the couch cushion and drool covers your chin. you could only moan in response, tears filled your eyes as you felt yourself about to cum.

“no-gonna cum ahh!” your eyes squeeze shut and you grip the couch, your body starts to shake and you expect jungkook to slow down. but no, this man is evil. in fact he speeds up and fucks you through your orgasm.

“jungkook.. jungkook thats too much !!” you whine and reach back to push on his abs. but he chuckles and grabs your arms again. lifting you up against his chest with one arm. the other wipes your tears and rests against your neck.

“gonna fill you up nice n deep.. wanna see that shit leaking from your tight pussy.” he squeezes your neck, if his arms werent holding you up. youd fall right down, the pleasure he was giving you was intense. he was fucking you stupid.

“fuck jungkook, please cum inside please please.” you could feel your second orgasm come when jungkooks first arrives with it. his thrusts gets sloppy but he tried keeping his pace. you were met with a warm sticky feeling inside you when jungkook gently lets you go.

“so pretty all filled up with my cum baby.” he coos and drags his leaking cum back inside you with his fingers. you whined from the overstimulation and he laughed in response. making sure all of it went back inside you, he leans next to your figure and brings you into the little spoon position.

“i love you so much y/n i promise to never hurt you again.” he kisses the top of your head and cuddles into you tighter. you dont respond and just lay back feeling your high come down. this was gonna be a long and hard night of thinking, who the fuck did you let back into your life ?

[snippychicke]

It's just Business --Six: Cleaning

I should just spam post these. The fic is done, but I keep forgetting to post.

AO3 | Master post

Sanji was lost in thought as he cleaned the galley after breakfast. Granted, there wasn't much. Zeff had drilled it into him to clean as he went. He did more out of habit, as well as allowing himself the time to think.

He was overjoyed that you had joined the Straw Hat crew despite your obvious hesitancy. Leaving Baratie and Zeff was one thing-- it was hard but also freeing. Like a bird leaving the nest once it was fully fledged, and taking flight to find its own way in life. 

But leaving you? That hadn't sat so well in his chest. Despite not actually being in his day-to-day life, you were still a constant. He had counted the days passing on the Baratie by how many more until you returned. 

The mere idea of not seeing you for who-knew-how-long had terrified him. Never seeing your smile again, or being able to wrap you in his arms tight and feeling you all but melt against him as you squeezed him back? It would be a nightmare. 

Thank the gods you decided to follow. He had been over the moon when you conceded; you and him, finding the All Blue. Together, just as he often dreamt. 

He hadn't really given much thought as to why you caved despite your initial reluctance. But after last night…

-*-

"So why are you flirting so much with Nami when you already have a girlfriend?"

Everyone in the men's quarters froze at Usopp's sudden question. Sanji was convinced he had misheard him, which - considering they were all getting ready for bed - was understandable, and asked: "I'm sorry, what?"

Usopp fidgeted, obviously uncomfortable with everyone's attention now on him and the tense feeling in the air. "I mean, you've been flirting with Nami kinda hard. Like, full-on heart eyes whenever our navigator is even mentioned. So do you and our new helmsman-slash-bookeep have like, and open relationship, or…" 

Sanji laughed despite the uncomfortable feeling of his face growing warm. "God no, nothing like that. We're just close friends is all." 

The silence didn't ease any, and all three men were staring at him now. "What?" Sanji finally asked. "Do you have a problem with that?" 

"Just the fact it's bullshit," Zoro muttered, one eye opened from his own hammock. 

Sanji crossed his arms. "Well I wouldn't expect you to know much about having friends." 

"Nah. Zoro's right," Luffy added. "You two are closer than friends." 

He was definitely blushing by now, and the urge for a cigarette was itching at him. "I assure you, we are not. There is nothing romantic between us." 

Which, that was a half-truth. He couldn't deny the fact he was still in love with you, at least not to himself. He was convinced no matter what, he was always going to love you. But you had made it clear you weren't interested in him that way, and he'd respect that. 

"Like I said, bullshit." 

-*-

Why had you decided to change your mind? Was it simply that the bonds of friendship were that strong, and you were already wavering that his request had broken your resolve?

Sanji had given up on you returning his feelings years ago. He had flung himself into trying to find those same emotions in other women in an attempt to cover up the ache from the realization no matter what he did, you never believed he was being serious. 

That plan had worked - for the most part - back at the restaurant. It had only ached a little bit when you and him would steal a bottle of wine and escaped to the back deck to catch up. To hear your laughter echo across the night, cheeks darkened from the alcohol. Or the fact you would end up cuddled to his side after a few drinks, desperate for human touch after being by yourself for such long periods of time. He couldn't help but indulge in the chance. Arm slung over your shoulder, dreaming of what-ifs and maybes as you would both lapse into companionable silence. Pressing a kiss to your forehead when he could tell you were on the verge of sleep before gently encouraging you to bed. 

And now he was going to be around you everyday; hearing that laugh, seeing that smile... Nami was a beautiful woman, but she had nothing on the way your face lit up with delight as you bantered back and forth. How you literally would try to bite back a smile while pretending to be upset. 

How was he supposed to keep his heart contained? If the rest of the crew already thought you were romantically involved, surely you would catch on as well. That the indulgent touches, his pet names, all of it wasn’t as platonic as you believed.

Would there be that disgust in your expression like when you caught him flirting with others--Nami included? Would you be angry? Or would you laugh in his face before pity overcame your expression and you told him you would never feel that way for him? 

Could he even dare to hope that maybe, despite everything, you’d blush shyly and smile at him? Or-- more likely-- smack his arm while burying your face against him as you were prone to do when embarrassed. 

God, if only.

Sanji was pulled out of his thoughts as the door opened and you wandered in, face reddened by the sun and wind. "Damn, you've really been busy. I expected at least a few of Luffy's dishes left." 

Sanji smiled as he threw the dish towel over his shoulders before leaning against the island separating you. "It's easy to clean when he doesn't leave anything but crumbs. Were you going to come help, or do you have something else on your mind?"

You shrugged your shoulders as you leaned against the island as well, mimicking his pose. "Mmm, sorta? Mostly just missing the covered helm of my ship, to be honest. I'm going to be sunburnt as hell, but also I just wanted to come bother you." Your smile grew as you winked. "Just think, I get to be a pain in your ass all the time now." 

That damned smile of yours was going to be the death of him, yet at the same time he knew he'd die a happy man. "How ever am I going to survive the horror of being stuck on a ship with two lovely women as well as being the boss of my own kitchen?" He teased back, delighted as your face turned darker yet and you looked away. 

"You dork," You scoffed. "You would be in seventh-heaven right now. I can't believe we're heading to the freaking Grand Line. As pirates. My parents are probably swearing up a storm right now." 

Sanji chuckled as he turned to start making you something to help cool you down. "I'm still surprised you agreed. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy as well, just surprised." 

"Yeah, well, I seemed to recall saying something about you being stuck with me forever." 

His smile grew as he remembered that promise-- shortly after your parent's death as you decided to continue their work. He knew you had no interest in working the Baratie; you weren't one to stay in one place for long, nor were you fond of the large crowds. 

He had been so worried it meant he would never see you again --that you would sail away one last time, never to return. He hadn't been able to keep himself from pulling you against him tight, mentally thanking every deity yet again when you decided to keep your parent's transport route. 

"And I said you'd never be alone." Sanji poured the ice drink into a glass and handed it to you, smiling softly as you met his gaze. He meant it back then, as well as now. Even if it ended up killing him. 

》°《

One of the cooks had left out a bottle of Brandy. And well, Sanji had been assigned to clean up for the night, and you had decided to ‘keep him company.’ 

Teenagers did stupid things, and neither of you were immune to that fact. 

The kitchen was roughly cleaned, though Sanji could admit he spent more time talking with you, leaning against the same counter you sat on - especially once he mastered mixing up Brandy Alexanders. The more the late hours wore on, the more Sanji was entranced with you. Watching your eyes catch the light from the overhead lamps, or run your tongue along your lips to catch a bit of the creme from your drink. 

Sanji would be willing to argue you had started things first; when you leaned forward so you could play with his hair, your fingers stroking his cheek softly... He wasn't sure what enticed you, but held still as if afraid moving would scare you away. 

Yet when you finally met his gaze, cheeks flushed as you bit your lower lip, Sanji couldn’t help himself. He leaned closer, one arm braced on either side of your hips before brushing his lips against yours. He could taste the chocolate still on your lips, making him sigh as he pulled away.

Your hand wrapped around his tie, stopping him. There was a challenging glint in your eye as you pulled him close for another kiss. 

Sanji swore he had died and gone to heaven as he indulged himself. Kissing you properly like he had always dreamed about, tasting the remnants of drink on your lips along with your own natural taste - that was better than any meal he had tasted. His hands moved to your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh lightly as he pulled you closer, so tempted to see if he could convince you to part them so he could step closer still; to have those strong legs wrap around his waist, to press his hips against yours…

Except before he could push his luck, you pulled away, gasping for breath. “Wait. Stop.”

He groaned, but rested his forehead against yours as he placed his hands back on the counter. “What’s wrong?” He asked, though silently swore to himself that if you hinted he was a bad kisser again…

“It’s just… too much,” You whispered. “We-we’ve had too much to drink. This isn’t us.” 

Sanji leaned back, his eyes meeting yours. He wanted to confess that this was exactly what he had always wanted - that this was what he wanted as much as finding the All Blue. But even in the haze of bliss and brandy, he could see the hesitancy - the fear - in your eyes, and it cut him straight to the core. 

He gripped the edge of the counter tightly as he forced a smile. “As my lady wishes.” He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before stepping back, offering a hand as you slid down from the counter. “Do you want me to walk you back to your ship?” 

You shook your head, face flushed. “No. But… thank you.” 

Watching you walk away was like cutting his own heart out, but he stood strong as he shoved his hands in his pocket. 

[jasyred]

Reflections: sequel to ruminate.

I bet she's a k-pop stan.

I remember typing in the group-chat looking at her username. It was a random group-chat, with lots of random people and some random dude went ahead and added lots of new girls in there. Her username caught my attention.

She had a dark profile picture, not the type you'll find chronically online, but when she did come active, she had the ability to catch everyone's attention. In a good way of course. She was a woman of many talents; she is a woman of many talents.

I was slightly envious; she was everything I wanted to be.

We were a year apart and she seemed in a much better place than me. Made me wonder where I am going with my life. I feel talentless. She's exactly who I dream to be. Why did I give up on things I wanted to do?

Is it even possible for someone like me to be friends with someone like her? We're opposites...

"EVERYONE FACE REVEAL" "NEWBIES DO A FACE REVEAL" "COME ON" the group-chat was then bombarded with new picture threads.

Here we go. I clicked sent.

After that, I don't have the memory of who reacted what to my picture but, I do remember holding down the screen to stare at her longer.

"She looks..." unfamiliarly familiar. I don't think I have ever seen a face like that before. She feels like a distant memory. I checked the username again. It was her. This is what she looked like. "pretty", I replied to her thread with my own picture. I was nervous, when I clicked sent.

I tapped through other people's pictures, but they went in a blur. I felt like I was in a trance. That's the quietest I had ever been. I opened the whole thread again; she wouldn't know I replayed. A long silence passed by. "She's cute." and she also became more beautiful the longer I spent my time staring at her. I closed the app. Not a single thought through my head.

"There's no way someone like me could ever become her friend."

I remember I had also mistaken her for someone in her teens until she told her birthday and turned out our birthdays were four days apart in the same month.

"Woah? we're Gemini babies, it's so hard to find someone close to my birthday." I was genuinely surprised.

"Yes. Please don't say we're long-lost sisters though."

I remember going oops physically, because I was about to type exactly that.

"Yeah, I won't"

I laughed to myself later. She's a grown woman you idiot.

It was a round of praises and appreciation always whenever she interacted with others. She was worthy of it. To me, it felt like watching a star I could never reach. Only appreciate and admire from afar. It was hard not to remain quiet all the time she was around. But I liked listening to her.

It took a long time for us to even take our conversation to personal chats, but I didn't really expect it. In the middle of this transition, I had spent a lot of time in thinking, "how do I even talk to her personally?" more importantly, what do I even talk about?

I had eventually given up but then like magnets pulling, we got to the point where we could exchange numbers.

I was nervous, I remember. Anxiously waiting for the call to be received on the other end. Lip biting. Legs shaking. Palm breaking out in nervous sweat. What if she doesn't like my voice? Weren't you always confident in your voice? Yeah, but what if she doesn't like it? What if I'm too weird?

All this anxiety, for the woman I just wanted to be friends with.

"I wonder what she sounds like..."

She didn't sound how I expected, heck I don't think I was expecting anything but, her voice suited her. It was unique, just like her face.

"So, I can call you whenever I want to, right?" it was the first time someone had asked me that. I wasn't the type to do calls freely because of the house I grew up in, hence I avoided them. But here, I agreed, instantly.

"Yes!"

I'll just sneak around to receive it; I can manage that much.

"Can I spam you whenever? Even in the middle of the night?"

She sounded like a bunny, so excited. I found myself smiling hard. "Sure, you can."

Now that I look back, I remember my heart beating fast throughout the call, and my ears going red. I had contemplated a lot over what name I should save her contact with. A contemplation I would do over my boyfriends.

I wanted to keep her a secret. To hide her.

She's just a friend.

Yeah, I know.

Why are you thinking so hard in saving her contact info then?

Well, because we'll be talking a lot and what if I get caught? I don't want anyone to be suspicious.

Then just say that you made a new friend. What's so hard about that?

Yeah, but you know...what if...how will I explain..?

......you are not making any sense.

Maybe arghh idk, go away stop confusing me.

In the end, I had saved her name as a nickname of another friend's name. But it felt wrong and unfair, so I got back to using her name. "Whatever, I'll be just discreet."

We never ran out of topics to talk about. I never grew out of talking to her. Calling her became a daily habit of mine. I specifically found myself going out for walks just to wake her up, to be the first person of the day she talks to. I didn't mind going round and round circles of the same block, our conversations were endless.

It was unreal.

Everything with her, was unreal. Magical. Time passed by in a blur, and without even realizing she became someone I couldn't tolerate losing. And it was out of my control. Her becoming a part of me.

She set standards to my normal friendships. A friendship that felt more meaningful than love. I didn't mind being a celibate my whole life as long as she was the one who sticks to my side.

Since when did I become like this?

She uncovered parts of me that I didn't know existed in me. Both ugly and beautiful.

How could someone like her do so much for someone like me...?

I never understood.

I never understood why she loved someone like me. Even as a friend. I had nothing to offer. Infact, for the first time, I had such a good best friend that I became the bad best friend.

The one who is always taking and never giving. The one who drains and sucks the life out of people. The one who always hurts.

Losing her hurted more than losing a lover.

Strange.

It hurted in way that all my will to live was exhausted. It hurted in a way that I wish this heart to be ripped away from inside my chest.

And yet all of this hurt, is nothing compared to what I had inflicted.

Strange.

My world felt like it came to a standstill. There was no meaning, in anyone, or anything. It just didn't matter anymore.

You, who is my best friend, your absence hurts more than any lover. I do not understand why you make me feel this way. Why I choke up every time I think about you. Why do I feel this intense envy when you give your attention to anyone that isn't me. Why do I feel scared that there would be someone who will take you away from me. This doesn't make sense.

She didn't believe me when I told her I loved her as a woman.

I didn't believe it either.

I spent days and nights in denial. Questioning everything I felt about her. Yes, I saw her as my friend. But when did those roots transform into something like love? When did they start holding a meaning deeper and more profound?

When did I become like this?

Or maybe I was always like this. I just didn't bother digging into it.

I thought it was normal. It was normal to call her out in my sleep. It was normal to have dreams about her where we're more than friends. It was normal to feel jealous when she gets close to other girls romantically. It was normal to be annoyed that others have the same picture she sent to me. The same smiling face. It was normal wanting to be the only one who sees the soft side of hers. It was normal telling people that she's off limits. It was normal not minding her kissing me. It was normal to wish about seducing her if she was a man-

...oh

you dumb fucking idiot.

I realized it was only me who harbored thoughts like these. Silent thoughts like these under the guise of normal.

I had cried. A lot after realizing it. And even more when it hit how much of a bad person, I was to her.

And yet I wanted her.

How absolutely terrible of me.

I must have lost it. I told myself. In all honesty, it is morally right for me to stay away from her.

And yet I keep coming back to this. Where I tell her that I love her. That I'll be better.

Wait, you don't mean it seriously right? Did you actually fall in love with your best friend? Don't joke with me.

Her words annoyed me. Every time she tried to deny the fact that I mean what I say. But then again, she never took me seriously, I was just a dumb little girl to her. I wanted to trap her in between my arms, make her look into my eyes and see if anything I say seems like a joke to me. Kiss her to make her feel if I am jesting with her.

It made me angry when she would doubt my feelings.

Why do you not believe me? Why do you keep running away from it? Can't you see how much I yearn for you?

but then again, what reason does she even have to believe me...?

...do I even deserve the right to ask her for her trust? Me of all people? When have I ever given her a reason to have faith in me? I look nothing more than a hypocrite.

Nobody will treat me better than her, nobody can do it like her. Nobody can give me the warmth that she gives, nobody can give me the love she gave. I know I have no right to be even next to her in the first place.

.... but you are my sun. You who is always adorned in dark clothes, always associated with the dark is my light....oh...there's nobody who can replace you...but there'll be always someone who can treat you better than me, someone who can love you better than me, someone who wouldn't hurt you like I did...there'll always be someone better than me for you so how could I ask you to stay by my side...?

But you're my sun...no matter what sadness may lie in your past or our future.... I will forever be standing here.... waiting for you. Loving from near, loving from afar, and only hope, you'd love me too, and come back home to me.... right where I hold you.... where I can give you the love you deserve.

I can only hope.... even if you want that person to be anyone but me.

[crystalcow]

Hey if your requests are open still can you do something with headcannons of c!schlatt dating reader who has a toddler already? Maybe 2 or 3 years old? (And maybe his reaction to the kid calling him dad :3)

𝑀𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡//𝐽𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑡

Masterlist

Schlatt x reader !c !mom reader

Pronouns: she/her (I can make Gn or male versions if requested!)

Warnings: fluff, alcohol, death

༻﹡﹡﹡﹡﹡﹡﹡༺

Schlatt was a very lonely man

So when his good buddy Wilbur set him up on a blind date

He didn’t really expect much

Usually all of his past relationships ended up in schambles

So he drank his feelings away

Then the ram hybrid met with the most beautiful women

Her hair was perfectly dolled up

The dress she wore looked amazing

So he didn’t expect after walking down the pathway to bump into someone

And then falling in love

No it’s cheezy but it happened

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝗺𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

You were racing back home before it got dark

You were running some necessary errands trying your quickest to just go home

But then you crashed into this random man

You looked up scratching the horns on your head

Turns out you both had the same thing

You could’ve sworn that his eyes like sparkled

He was dressed in a nice fancy suit

One that you could never afford

You got distracted by him but then frowned once noticing the bags on the floor

“Oh crap sorry, here let me help you”

Oh?

He was nice too?

Didn’t mean you could trust him

“Aw damn the ice cream melted!”

Yeah now you were distracted

So he gave you his comm number

“I’ll take you to get some more I promise”

And that was the start of something unexpected

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧

Oh god you were freaking out

Your little one was making grabby hands at you as you just paced around the kitchen

Heart to brrr

So he called

A lot

And you just managed to ask him out!

he said yes

So you grabbed the bottle almost throwing it at the little baby’s face

But of course you didn’t because by then you came back do your senses

“What the fuck am i gonna wear?”

“SHIT sorry you weren’t supposed to hear that sweetie”

Schlatt on the other hand tho

Safe to say he was spamming Wilbur

Wilby over there was trying to deal with his new girlfriend Sally and impress her

And then tommy drowned her

So when he got beeps on the comms every 2 seconds man was pissed

“Schlatt you better be fucking dying”

“CLOSE ENOUGH”

He wanted to ask you out since the second he saw you and when you just popped the question

Mans just wanted to marry you

So then those two just spent a whole 3 hours planning everything out

What to wear, what to say, how to not drive you away

Oh dear this was going to be a lovley mess

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝗼𝐟 𝗺𝐚𝐧𝐲

This man certainly went soft

Before he’d have hoes on every arm

But with you he had to reassure himself a lot

You were struggling on finding a babysitter

“Oh please why not, I have you those diamonds the other day!”

“I’ll pay you in all the emeralds you want”

“I swear this is my only chance at an actual man you better do this for me after al I’ve done-“

F r u s t e r a t I o n

But you called up your friend Phil

You and him haven’t spoken in quite a bit, old, but a nice lad

Hes raising 3 boys, so he understands the pain of babysitters

Most of the time he didn’t have to worry because Techno was raised responsible

So you dropped your son off before running to the spot

Surprisingly he found a cute little ice cream place

“I told you I’d get you that ice cream back”

“I can’t believe I ever doubted you” “you what now”

The night went strangely smooth

Before he accidentally made this little kid cry

It was a little funny but your motherly instincts kicked in

I mean schlatt actually kicked the icecream out of the kids hand

HE DIDNT MEAN TO

“ heyhey sweetie it’s okay! Here let’s buy you another one! He does it quite a lot so”

He was laughing in the corner watching as you handled the child with care

How? When was anyone like you ever his type?

Love has it’s strange coincidences

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝗺𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝗼𝐯𝐞

The both of you have been going out a lot

A lot

There had been times where you’d accidentally stay up till 3 am

And not because of the crying toddler

But then the time actually came

He had to meet the love of your life

You couldn’t keep lying to him and safe to say the baby was curious

Curious enough as a three year old could be

So you invited Schlatt over!

Pacing around the house, making sure that everything’s clean in the small cottage

You gave little one a bath and put him in his best clothes

Laughing at some of the smaller ones promising him to get him new ones

A knock on the door drew you away from the little game

Your heart was racing, the rapid beats could be heart from across the room

So you opened the door and smiled at the tall ram, a quick peck on the lips

“Wait before you come in I have to tell you something!” “if your a slob it’s fine! So am I”

The more you fidgeted with your hands the more worried he got

Did you kill someone? It’s not that big of a deal

Are you a criminal? Okay let’s go commit crimes together

“I have a child. Schlatt meet Tubbo”

His eyes widened

Oh god that was some information he wished he was acknowledged of before

So he was internally debating to either run or to just stand still

But then he looked down at you and your shaking state

And only saw beauty

Okay so what? He’s dating a fucking milf!

“I love you”

Now it was your turn to be shocked!

He didn’t mean to it just slipped out

NOW HE REALLY DIDNT EXPECT YOU TO SAY IT BACK

So when you did the small toddler whined from his seat

You went over there, carrying Tubbo in your arms

“Wanna hold him?”

no he did not

so he backed away and fell over the couch

Tubbo started laughing and you just went along with it

You made sure he was okay tho after

Tubbo seemed to like him

Kind of

He spat in schlatts face at one point

But they grew on each other as the night went on

u think

𝗺𝐲 𝗼𝐡 𝐠𝗼𝐝

Something sparked within you and schlatt as Tubbo grew older

He became more as a father to him despite the past

Schlatt never questioned you about the past relationship or tubbos real father

Frankly enough I don’t think he wants to

But then one day your out with the both of them going out on a little “family” dinner

It was yours and schlatts 6 or 7 month anniversary

(The timeline is fucked don’t hold me to it)

So Tubbo was having trouble reaching the pizza slice over on the diner table

You guys were sitting in a booth and Tubbo and schlatt both sat next to each other so they could look at you

Tubbo wanted to admire his mama and make sure she’s always in the line of sight

Schlatt was just straight up checking you out

But then something caught all of you off guard

“Papa! pizza,now.”

You both looked wide eyes at the little boy a blush forming up on your face

He was just straight up stunned

“Tubbo sweetie-“ “Nono here you go buddy.”

You couldn’t help but just smile

but internally you were spontaneously combusting

The two of you just had the same thing in mind

The dinner went so quiet afterwards

Nobody knew what to say Except tubbos small rambles

When you guys left and you were walking through the night

You pulled schlatts hand closer to you and went on your tippy toes to whisper in his ear

“I’m sorry if that made you feel weird, you don’t have to accept that title if you want”

He raised a brow at you looking even more confused now

“Oh please you expect the little rug rat to grow up with you and you alone?”

So you gave him a punch on the arm kissing his cheek

Tubbo giggled pulling you closer as small crickets and bees flew by

Too bad it didn’t last forever

𝐃𝗼𝐰𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥

So Tubbo started spending more and more time with Tommy and the two became inseparable

Not soon after your first year together he asked to move in with you

Ofcourse you said yes! That’s the very thing you’ve been wanting since that day 

So the both of you were walking around the house as the two toddlers ran around everywhere

But then you crashed

No litterly you fell down and hit your head

You said you were fine but schlatt didn’t believe it

Soon enough your condition got worse and worse and no potion or healer could do anything

So he started drinking

He couldn’t bear to see you in that state

The love of his life, the only women who could actually change him

was dying and he couldn’t do anything about it

So one day you were on the couch cradling Tubbo waiting for schlatt to come home

But when he did it wasn’t good

He was meaner then usual and reeked of that ratchet smell

So when you fell onto the floor as you were on your way over to him

He felt his world collapse

Tubbo was sobbing wondering why you wouldn’t open your eyes

And so he watched as your body laid lifeless on the floor

it was all his fault

He didn’t try hard enough

And he couldn’t do anything anymore

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I’m sorry this took so long but here it is! Love y’all <3

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[war-cat770]

A long day...

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Pairing: oc x nonbinary reader

Oc in question: Gramm

A/N: You know what, fuck it! Let's do an oc x reader pairing! Bc I've been thinking about Gramm and how his love language would be shown for a while now! So enjoy a 9'3 soft dragon boi and his love language.

Word count: idfk I wrote this on Tumblr bitch.

Genre: just general fluff.

Rain, calm, yet serene, but this time it doesn't favor your mood, as you are running to your apartment soaked from the parking garage next door, you didn't account for this rain, nor did you expect it. (Y/N) found themselves in a sticky situation, how would he react after you couldn't tell him you where coming home early? Maybe that might be answered after you got to you apartment.

Spamming the button for the elevator, you think about how when you get home you are going to take a nice shower, and try to relax, but also dreading his reaction.

After you get off the lift you go to your room at the end of the hall. Number 504. Home. At least until you have enough to get an actual house where he can stand comfortably. This type of housing is make for normal sized people, not tall beasts like him. Fumbling for your key you unlock and open the door, only to be greated with-

Nothing...

"hey Gramm I'm home." You call out to the empty apartment, the silence only greeting you back.

He's probably sleeping, you would think that if you had another second to before you see his face pop around the corner as you fully close the door. As you close it he would get fully into view.

That fuzzy grey muzzle, the gray fluff that covered his body, the white hair, the strange teal-green markings, the lighter stomach, those lovely toe beans and paws, those fuzzy ears, and the tail that likes to keep you pinned to him when you are both on the couch together. His general outfit is some basketball shorts and no shirt, only a blanket that allows you to see some of the fur that covered his chest.

"oh your home!" He says, tail starting to wag a small bit as he gently runs over to you, crouching over the ground to get on your eye level before saying:

"hey you are incredibly wet, you should go take a shower, I'll get you some clothes and I'll order some food ok?"

You don't think twice before you hug him, so fluffy and large, perfect in every way. You would feel him hug back with the blanket then feel yourself being picked up.

"wha- hey! Put me down!" You exclaim, wiggling a small bit to get out of his grip.

Gramm would just laugh.

"go take a shower then!"

"fine I will put me down."

Your feet would touch the ground as you would take off your shoes, and start heading to your room to grab some clothes, then would head into the bathroom to clean yourself up in a nice warm shower. When you came out of it, an oversized navy hoodie of yours and Gramm's college was on the ground neatly folded up.

You can already tell who this belongs to.

What a giant love bug he is.

You would put it on over your favorite comfy clothes. It's so large it almost touches the floor, just a few centimeters above your feet and ankles.

An aroma from the kitchen, pizza, and when you arrive you see a box of pizza on the counter, along with bread sticks! Aw hell yea! Next to the boxes was Gramm tail wagging happily, as sat cross legged on the floor next to them, he's so tall to fit here, you should really start saving up for a real house with high enough ceilings for him.

"Got your favorite!"

Gramm would put his paws out for a hug as you ran into his giant arms, they could almost wrap around you twice due to how big he is, burying you face into his chest to at least relieve some stress from today.

The rest of the night is a blur, you only remember a movie, eating the food you both got and just general cuddling, and when you wake up in the morning you wake up on the couch, more specifically, on Gramm's torso as he's laying on the couch, his tail lying lazily on the ground, next to it. As one of his arms is holding you down.

maybe it's best to sleep in for five more minutes...

[softie-rain]

I feel love

pairings: Kingo x eternal!fem!reader

warnings: a bit of angst but fluffy ending i promise ;)

summary: something you would have never expected when you first came to earth was to fall for Kingo. Funny enough, he's too blinded by his obsession for Ikaris to notice your love for him.

a/n: first fic is Kingo one! i was very proud of this one.

a/n 2: for the sake of the story in this one Druig can read the Eternals mind too!

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Oh, how much you loved earth and humans. They were so beautifully imperfect, making their mistakes and (most of the times) learning from them.

The first day you placed your feet on the sand of the planet, you were mesmerized by the beauty of the place. In that period, you were staying in small houses that the humans had built for you and the rest of the Eternals. Your first actual conversation with Kingo was in one of these houses. "It's beautiful isn't it?" You asked him, watching as Sersi helped a kid fishing. "It is indeed." He scoffed. "Even if we can consider them slightly stupid. I've been helping a group of villagers to build a cabin, and they're so thankful for it, I think they believe I'm some sort of god or something."

You chuckled. "It's not being stupid, it's their… innocence, their need of explaining everything, their curiosity, their passion in doing anything." You spoke, some sort of passionate light in your eyes making Kingo smile. He shook his head. "Still. I shoot energy balls from my fingers! Shouldn't that be terrifying for them?" "Those fingers saved them, Kingo. Besides, Druig used his mind manipulation-" "Don't even mention that, he freaks me out." You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped your throat, and thinking about it today, that's probably the moment you fell in love with him. You just didn't know it yet.

When you did realize it, it was a lot of time later. It was a particularly cold evening in Babylon and you, Kingo and Ikaris were fighting against two deviants. You saw them by "accident", just taking a walk, and next thing you knew you were fighting.

Ikaris was attaching one of them, handling it well on his own. You and Kingo were taking care of the other one. While you were distracting it, your partner attacked it from behind, jumping around earning a confused behavior from the creature. But just as you were about to give the lethal shot, another deviant appeared from nowhere. It immediately went to attack Ikaris, who hadn't yet adknowledge the creature's presence behind him.

But Kingo had. Before the deviant could do anything he threw himself in between it and Ikaris, taking in full the tail. "Kingo!" You yelled, as he flew back hitting his head against a tree many feet away from you.

When Ikaris noticed too, it was too late. Anger took over you, finishing off the deviant without too much effort and ran over your friend. "Kingo? Kingo! Please stay with me, please…" You kept one hand on his heart which was beating, but very slowly. His eyes closed, fighting to keep them open. Ikaris was on him too in a few seconds. "I'll go call Ajak, keep him awake." He instructed.

You nodded, keeping your hand on his chest. You let a few tears slip on your cheek, and that didn't go unnoticed by Kingo. "Don't cry, Ajak will be here in a few minutes." He almost whispered, too weak to even speak. You chuckled sadly. "I should be the one saying that…" He took the hand that you rested on his chest and softly kissed it. "No need to worry, you won't get rid of me so easily."

You smiled, and in that moment Ajak arrived. She gently tapped your shoulder, signaling you to get up so she could start healing him. As you moved to let her space, you realized in that moment that if Ajak would have been even just three minutes late, maybe Kingo would have died. His head injury was pretty bad after all. And as you formed that thought, the idea of living in a world without him seemed more concrete than ever. True, he was safe now. But would you be able to handle his death, if it'd come?

Probably not.

After that day, you started thinking more about your relationship with him and your feelings for him. You slowly started to understand that you wanted more from him than friendship.

But the more you grew sure of your love for the eternal, the more Kingo fell for the one and only Ikaris. Well of course, who wouldn't? He was powerful, handsome, strong… Ikaris, the boy who flew too close to the sun. A detail Kingo didn't seem aware of (even if he actually was.) was that Ikaris was in love with Sersi, and Sersi with Ikaris. On your side, it wasn't like you tried to hide your feelings. More than once you randomly looked for physical contact with Kingo, hugging him randomly, short cheek kisses to thank him for nothing, risking your life for him, doing anything he suggested, and other small things that made clear to everyone that you were in love with him.

To everyone but him, of course.

You were currently living in Greece and, by far, it was your favorite place you've been to. Sprite too seemed particularly inspired by the peninsula. You shook your head smiling as she kept talking about Thena -or as the Greek called her, Athena- and her adventures to the people during the small feast. You personally loved Thena's stories, always full of action and her brilliant mind. She was an amazing fighter, and Sprite caught it perfectly. "I totally agree with you. She's great." You rolled your eyes. "Druig, how many times i told you-" "-not to get in your mind. And yet I always seem to ignore you, don't i?"

He sat next to you. You kept watching in silence until he spoke again. "It's not like there's a lot to see anyway. Kingo here, Kingo there… I swear, i will kill myself if i hear his name in your mind again." You grinned. "Again, no one says you have to look." He laughed, looking at you. "Why don't you just confess already?" It was you who laughed now. "Ah, very funny. It's not as easy as for you and Makkari." He rolled his eyes.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You playfully hit his shoulder. "Sure. The point is that I can't confess to him. I mean, why don't you go tell Mr. Ikaris is my boss that you're in love with him? The least that could happen is that he would laugh at my face. Don't even want to imagine the worst." Druig stayed silent, giving you a sympathetic look. "Alright then, keep suffering in silence."

"I am not in pain." His eyes went wide looking at you, and he had to keep himself from laughing. "Oh yeah of course, you totally are not. And I totally can't get in your mind." You punched him again, harder this time. "Shut up, not a word about it. If you tell, or sign, something, I'm killing you personally." He raised an eyebrow. "As you wish, y/n." He got up and kissed your head. "Remember, I'm always here for you if you need." You nodded, and he left. You were grateful to have Druig, he was the only person you had explicitly told about your love for Kingo and he really cared about you. Even if everyone knew about it, he never told anyone about it. Thanks Druig. You thought, knowing he was hearing.

The day after turned out to be a very lazy one. No deviants on sight, so Ajak let everyone spend the day as they prefered. And for you, it was staying in bed all day. Kingo was hanging out at the beach with Ikaris, Sersi, Gilgamesh and Thena. They had offered you to come along but you knew it would have just be pain for you, having to watch Kingo drawl over Ikaris all the time.

Druig and Makkari somewhere unknown, Phastos working as usual and Ajak in town with Sprite. "Weird that y/n didn't want to come. She usually loves the beach." Sersi said, and Ikaris nodded. "She was probably very tired after last night." Kingo answered her. Thena and Gilgamesh shared a knowing look, perfectly knowing the real reason she hadn't followed the group. There was some weird sort of staring contest between the two partners, and Kingo noticed. "Uh, are you guys ok?" He asked.

Thena and Gilgamesh turned to look at him smiling and nodding, awkwardly. "...Ok." He simply said, and kept looking at Ikaris. Not in a creepy way. It wasn't creepy, was it? No it wasn't. He was just observing his gorgeous crush. He loved Ikaris. Did he? Yeah he did. Or didn't he? Honestly his head was a big mess. He was obsessed with his leader, he just couldn't focus on anyone else. Reason why he hadn't noticed not even one of y/n avance.

They were all sitting on the sand, Ikaris and Sersi talking about Arishem knows what. Thena gave another look at Gilgamesh, and he finally gave up. When the two lovers left for a walk, he spoke up. "Kingo? Can I ask you something?" He asked him, snapping out of his trans. He nodded. "Yeah sure." “So, I know it’ll sound weird but… You have a thing for Ikaris or…?” Kingo gave his friend a confused look. Where was this coming from? “Even if? I’m free to love anyone I want.” He stated, not knowing if being irritated by his behavior or not. “Oh no of course, i’m not judging you or something. But, are you sure of your feelings?” Gilgamesh probably realized his mistakes as he immediately noticed Kingo's glance.

“No I mean, not in that way. More like, are you sure you like him? Maybe it’s just a deep friendship feeling.” Thena didn’t know if slapping Gilgamesh or herself for letting him speak. Kingo now was definitely irritated, and he got up. “I don’t know where you wanna get with this, but if you’ll excuse me, i’ll go back to the Domo now.” The other stayed silent, realizing that speaking again would have made it worse.

He thought about going to his room, but then he walked in front of yours. He didn’t know why, but something was telling him to knock on your door. And so he did. “Y/n? May i come in?” There was a small pause before you answered him. “Y-Yeah sure, come in!” He got in your room, finding you reading on the bed. “Just wanted to make sure you were ok, I thought it was weird that you hadn’t joined us.” You shake your head. “Nah, I’m fine. Just a bit tired from yesterday you know.” He nodded, glad he was right. The sadness in his eyes though, didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Are you ok?” You asked him. He didn’t answer. “I just- I can talk to you right?” You nodded, replying to him that he could. “Ok well, I have uh, let’s call it a crush on Ikaris. And it just hurts me to see him every time with Sersi. I love Sersi, but I am jealous of her. I mean Ikaris is perfect: strong, handsome, funny…” Ok, point one. You had a lot to say about that “he’s funny” statement. And point two, you honestly had stopped listening after that one.

It’s not like you didn’t care about his feelings, of course not. But your feelings matter too and hearing the man you’re in love with talking about the man he’s in love with isn’t exactly the best feeling ever.

After that he finally stopped talking about Ikaris, you spoke. “It’s totally ok to feel like this. It may sound wrong to you because Sersi is your friend but jealousy it’s just a feeling like another, and it can’t always be controlled.” Kingo smiled heartly. You were probably the person he was the most close to, and he knew he could always go to you when he had a problem, and he was incredibly grateful for that. Of course you had intimate moments like beach walks at sunset, random hugs, but totally platonic. You weren’t more than a friend to him. Weren’t you?

He agreed. “Yeah. You have no idea how lucky you are not to know what it feels like.” He said. You had to force yourself not to start crying right there. “Yeah.” You mumbled. “It probably sucks.”

One week later, everything was as it had always been. The Eternals fighting the Deviants, Ikaris falling always more for Sersi, Kingo falling always more for Ikaris, you falling always more for Kingo. None of you had any idea everything -or well, almost everything- was about to change.

It wasn’t the first dinner that you and the other Eternals had alone, without the humans. You thought that after all, you deserved it. Family dinner, just how you loved it. Sprite was talking to you, telling you how the people that day had loved the story about you. “Humans really love you uh y/n?” Ikaris chuckled. You laughed with him. “They’ll love you too if you actually put an effort in it.” The whole table chuckled, Ikaris included. “Touchè. But c’mon, at least all of you love me right?” Everyone stayed silent, sipping on their drinks.

He scoffed. “Ok that is rude.” Sersi took his hand. “Well I do love you.” She smiled. “I do too. If that even matters.” Ikaris laughed, taking it as the usual Kingo type of joke. Of course you knew it wasn’t just a joke. And so did the others, but they just went along with it and laughed too. You didn’t. “Uh, guys, I don't feel so well. I’ll just go to bed.” Druig knew what was off, and he didn’t need to read your mind to know it. “Do you need-” He began, but you interrupted him. “No i’m ok, just need to rest.” He nodded, not wanting to bother you.

Everyone watched as you silently left the room directed to your bedroom. "Ok that's it. You come with me now." Phastos said, grabbing Kingo by the arm. "What, why?" He asked, confused as he was dragged to the man's laboratory. "This needs to stop." He stated, Kingo is more confused than ever. "I honestly have no idea what you are talking about." He rubbed his eyes.

"Kingo. Do you have any idea of what you do to y/n literally any day of her life?" He asked. Kingo raised an eyebrow. "No. What would I do to her exactly?" Phastos was exasperated. "You do to her what you always complain about! You do to her what Ikaris do to you! She is in love with you and you're so blinded by your obsession for Ikaris that you can't see how much you hurt her every day!"

He was basically yelling at this point. But Kingo's reaction was just to laugh. "Oh please! Phastos, if there is a blind man here that is you. Y/n? In love with me? You're out of your mind." Phastos was speechless. "Why don't you stop thinking for a minute, just one minute, about how she acts around you? One minute.

And Kingo did. But when he did, he started realizing his friend was right. Every look she ever gave her, how her face slightly twisted when he mentioned Ikaris, how she blushed when he offered her a compliment. You weren’t more than a friend to him. Weren’t you? The words he thought days before went back to his mind again. He really messed up didn't he. "I really messed up didn't I?" He asked, giving voice to his thoughts.

Phastos gave him a "obviously." face, as Kingo realized more and more how much in love you were with him. "You're spending your whole existence after a man you -no offense- don't have a chance with, when you have the perfect woman right next to you." He didn't answer anything. "And what about you? Do you love her?"

Once again, he didn't answer. He just hugged Phastos and left, running to your room. You weren’t more than a friend to him. Weren’t you? No. You were more than a friend. And he was there to tell you. He knocked. "Y/n can you open the door please? I need to talk to you." Silence. No one answered, not a sound coming from the room. He waited maybe ten minutes before leaving but just as he was to, the door opened.

"What?" You looked sad. There was no other way to describe it, you were just sad. And it was all his fault. "Oh darling…" He whispered, hugging you and holding you tight in his arms. You didn't even try to fight the urge of melting in his arms, you just did.

"I don't even know where to start. I am just sorry for everything I've done and-" You shushed him. "Apologize later. Now tell me what you feel." He nodded. "I feel love. And not for Ikaris. For you, and only you. I was so blinded by him that I didn't see you but… I see you now." He connected his forehead with yours, both of you enjoying that moment together.

"I'm sorry y/n, I really am. I don't know how badly I want to apologize to you. Do you wanna start over again?" You smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Yeah I would love to." Slowly you leaned in, connecting your lips this time.

When you broke apart from the kiss to breath, you smiled at each other, connecting your forehead once again.

"I love you." You said in unison.

[ickymichi]

𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐨𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

(part 2)

warnings: swearing, my luv for seijoh four showing again, me slandering hiro 🥰

things to know: usually my works set in the timeskip but this is set in highschool (and sum time skip) cause that’s prime seijoh four </3 and there’s nothing nsfw or anything so dw!!

note: felt like i haven’t written or put anything out in so long so here <33 . reblogs are greatly appreciated

©hotboyissei 2021. please do not repost or modify on this or any other platform.

.: makki spams the gc at ungodly hours of the night. always selfies but he’s holding the phone so you can see his bare ass in the mirror behind him. ‘accidentally’ sent a picture of his dick once

.: issei’s house is the house they always hang out/ sleepover at cause his mom loves them and doesn’t mind them being loud cause she’s never there at night cause of her job.

.: iwa gets pranked the most cause he’s a scaredy-cat and always claims ‘they didn’t get him’. every time.

.: oikawa gets ‘randomly picked’ to pay for their food when they go out but the other three just always decide to pick ‘kawa anyway without telling him.

.: the first time they went out to a nightclub every one got in but haji. all bc he was a few centimetres shorter than the others. it took half an hour of convincing the body gaurd to let him in, which he didn’t believe cause hiro n issei wouldn’t stop pissing themselves laughing the whole time.

.: issei was the first one to get a car n one time they all snuck out at 3 am to drive to some mountain to watch the sunrise and got lost until 8 am.

.: issei n hiro ‘help’ haji flirt with girls bc he can’t do it himself for shit.

.: toru’s nephew like the others more than him

.: makki’s sister always tells the boys things she catches him doing.

.: they all ft nearly 4 times a week and they could be in stiches laughing together, then next thing, hiro has the phone propped up while taking a shit, issei’s showering with the curtain open 🤨, oikawa is cleaning his room while blasting nicki and iwa is trying not to get his ass beat by his mother who’s giving out bc he’s laughing so loud.

.: for toru’s 18th birthday they had a garden party cause it was summer and they didn’t expect to get that drunk. they ended up playing some shot board game that got them absolutely shit faced and they ended up sneaking out to the bar down the road while stumbling in the middle of the literal road singing and spent the next three hours doing karaoke before they went back home and they can’t even remember what happened between 7am and 4pm when they woke up.

.: issei is always stuck babysitting his siblings cause his moms working and can’t come out to them as much as he’d like to so they come to his house and help him.

.: went on a ‘boys holiday’ to ibiza when they all turned 19 and lets say they went for a week and only remember about 4 days of it.

.: oikawa was the only one who had a date to their third year prom thing. but he didn’t actually like her as much as he thought so decided to just go with the boys as the four of them and they have so many pictures to show how fun it was.

.: has game and movie nights at, again issei’s. they don’t like watching that many new movies so the ones they always watch are: all three of the hangovers, mamma mia!, white chicks, fast n furious, all the shreks, both bad boys and godzilla for haji.

.: plays multi player games on their play stations nearly every night and they all get in trouble for laughing so loud at 3 am cause of how shit hiro is.

.: personal hc moment <3: at a random sleepover they were just sitting talking about life and then hiro came out to them and they were all just like 😟. toru was like i knew already 🙄cause same. then they had a lil cute chat about relationships n shit <3

.: they all have atleast one piercing and get them together when they do. haji has both his lobes with just studs, toru has his helix and wears tiny hoops in his lobes, hiro has his double lobes, nose, helix and his rook (really wants his belly button but his father would crucify him & issei has his right lobe right helix, matching lil rook with hiro when they were drunk in ibiza <3, nose and his eyebrow. also sei’ n iwa got tattoos idcidc.

.: makki and issei facetime each other with just them two and have their speakers playing songs like “super freak, more than a woman and pretty woman” while they dance in their socks, boxers and white button ups.

.: issei is one of the only ones that can actually sing well and gets embarrassed whenever they bring up that one time they heard him singing “girls just wanna have fun”

.: on that note, they all know how to play an instrument cause they fancy school boys, iwa knows electric guitar and the saxophone, hiro also knows guitar and violin, ‘kawa plays piano n acoustic guitar and issei knows drums and bass.

.: they all cried when toru n haji had to move away for vb and uni. then 6 months later issei n hiro moved to tokyo together.

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[honorguk]

dating➔ park jinyoung

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what it’s like to date jinyoung from GOT7 (based on my assumptions)

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─ • OVERALL:

your typical korean boyfriend :3

will carry your purse, open doors, pull out chairs - a gentleman, as you’d expect

you’d definitely slap his butt every time you see it, and he’d definitely get his revenge

posting each other on your instagram pages, most likely a bad picture with a stupid caption

brings you cut up fruit when you’re studying too :3

and then he will stay in your room while you study and annoy you and you’ll remember why you never let him in your room while you study

move in together at around the 6-months mark

building ikea furniture together and dancing around the living room to christmas music way too early in the year is a MUST

both of you would point to weird and ugly-looking characters in cartoons and say “that’s you”

are you lovers? best friends? siblings? who knows!!

(well maybe not siblings…)

(you’re everything but siblings)

a very supportive dude ,, would visit any competition/game/showcase you are in, as well as a zoom call just to cheer you on

have those matching lockscreens and even probably matching profile pictures on instagram (but he’d only agree to it as a dare, or a penalty)

i can see you guys working out or doing some kind of sport together hmmmm

again, slap the butt please and thank you

wouldn’t often express his love for you verbally, but would definitely constantly buy you things, and write about you in songs, and that’s more than enough for you <3 (i mean, why wouldn’t it be hehe)

─ • DATES YOU GO ON:

(he looks so attractive in his gif oh my god oh my god)

he’d take you to the park for a picnic, and you’d convince him to stay there long enough to stargaze

it’s very equal between who chooses the dates - you’d pick a restaurant one week, he’d take you to a fair the other

but he always pays, no exceptions (didn’t i say gentleman?)

a lot of holding hands and showing you off & constantly taking pictures with each other (and the press love it, as well as the fans)

but both of you use the pictures to clown each other on social media because that’s how real couples operate

it’s all very domestic, and he loves to buy things for you, so not only are you heavily in love whenever you leave the house together, you’re also heavily spoiled (in the best ways ;) )

─ • PET NAMES:

because both you still slightly cringe at any cutesy names you give each other, it’s most ironic when you call him ‘babe’ and he says ‘honey’

but those are the ones you guys started using nonchalantly a few months into the relationship, mostly because it’s easier than saying your names at this point

and when you do say each other’s names, it feels like you’re being scolded and laugh it off, opting to go for the nicknames instead

and as much as he wants to be cool and effortless with his love towards you, his heart still melts whenever he receives a message from a contact he specifically labelled ‘princess’

─ • WHILE ON TOUR:

you talk with jackson more than jinyoung, but that’s because jackson steals his member’s phone whenever your boyfriend tries to contact you (as he usually does with the other members’ phones)

you’d give him enough space to work on his performances and practice and interact with fans, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t secretly wish for him to bombard you with updates

and he knows that what you want, so every moment he has something to say, you’re the first person he tells

sending back and forth a lot of pictures and videos and stupid voice messages

like you’d send a photo of a person or character, and underneath you’d send an audio mimicking their voice, and he’d do that back (and you could carry on for ages)

simply a lot of spams of heart emojis, really

and it makes you both blush insanely hard every time

─ • ARGUING/MAKING UP

it would be very rare, and whenever arguments did happen, they were sorted very quickly and apologies were exchanged within an hour

yet, it’s not always that vanilla(cross thru) simple

yelling matches would sometimes occur, yet only once or twice has it ended in a really ugly way, with both of you spending the night and even the next few days apart

he would be the first to apologize in times like those, and would risk his entire reputation and career just to be back with (he’d miss practice and work in general to be with you, to show you how much he needs you)

and then you’d cry and collapse into his arms and all that gushy stuff as he runs his hands through your hair and kisses your temple

if it’s not too big of a deal but both of you are still stressed and huffing, you’d make the first move to grab his collar and kiss him harshly, and he’ll happily return the gesture until you kiss out your anger (and perhaps it escalates to more..)

─ • NSFW:

primarily a dom, but you made him a switch 100%

lowkey kinda likes when you dom him (if you do) but will never admit it :/

soft dom, romantic most of the time 

has a playlist prepared, or some unfunny series to play in the background (friends *cough cough*)

if you really really really ask him to be rough, he will be and go all out, and to be fair, he’ll lose himself a bit

that rough side includes choking, spanking, some degradation, marks…. But his head would be so clouded and he’ll be a bit shy and embarrassed about doing all of that in hindsight

but his baby enjoyed it so he did too (mostly..he still felt bad)

but usually, like i said, it’s very loving and soft </3 how cute

not too huge on aftercare, but enjoys baths and showers together afterwards

probably took a few pics of you in your lingerie for ‘personal use’ ;)

[fangirlovestuff]

Everytime - Chris Evans x reader

a/n - hey lovely people!! this is based on this request, thank you so much nonnie!! honestly i didn’t know this song before and it’s a bop. it kinda spiralled a little more than the song, but i hope you’ll like it!! also, tysm Ev @evansphnx12​ for helping me with the ending, you’re a sweetheart!! okay, no more rambles, enjoy<3

Summary: you and chris didn’t want the same things, or at least you didn’t think so. it was pointless to pretend like you did, you’d only end up getting hurt; but the second your eyes meet you want nothing except for each other, and god knows that’s a pull you can’t resist.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: mentions of sex but nothing graphic, alcohol consumption (everyone’s the proper age), a little bit of angst

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"Hello?" you answer the phone curiously. The number isn't one you recognize, not saved on your phone, and you furrow your brows trying to understand who could it be, except maybe a spam call.

"Hey," answers a deep voice from the other side of the phone, "it's Chris, I don't know if you remember, you gave me your number a while ago and-"

"Oh yeah, I remember," you said, "hi!" you smiled even though you know he can't see you. "How are you?"

You both went through the normal pleasantries, but your mind wasn't really in it, running a mile a minute because god, did you remember Chris.

You two met a while back at a bar. You were out with your friends, and you noticed him from the corner of your eye, his friend group smaller than yours but large nonetheless. He was pretty far from where you were seated, but he looked so good you couldn't resist sneaking some more looks at him throughout the night.

Okay, maybe you were staring. Just a little.

And he must've noticed too, because the next time you lifted your eyes he wasn't in his previous seat, and you were about to sigh and assume he went home before you heard a voice greeting you to your right. You jumped a little in surprise before turning your head, only to look up and find his blue eyes staring back into yours, a slight smirk playing on his lips, and shit, he was so handsome it was unfair.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

Even his voice was attractive. You contained your scoff of disbelief.

Long story short, one drink turned into a few more, that turned into going back to his house and having what was maybe the absolute best sex of your life, because you were both pretty drunk, but it was definitely up there.

You vaguely remember giving him your number, but you still left early the next morning, because that's what you thought he wanted, thinking the whole number thing was probably more of a courtesy than anything.

Apparently, it wasn't.

"So, I'm gonna be back in town next week," he mentioned casually, "and I was wondering if maybe… you'd wanna meet up? Grab a coffee or something?"

"Sure," you said, your brain catching up with your mouth a short moment afterward, and shit, why did you just say that? Doesn't that make you seem desperate? And besides, wasn't the whole thing supposed to be a one-night type of deal?

This was a bad idea. You knew that, but there was a small part of you that didn't care; small but definitely not insignificant.

"Great!" he chuckled on the other side of the phone. "So I'll text you sometime?"

"Yeah," you said, ending the call on an agreement to meet up Friday when he'd be in town.

So, in five days. That's enough time for your heart to stop pounding this loudly in your chest and the butterflies to stop fluttering around in your stomach, right?

Shit.

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You kept busy the entire week, not giving yourself enough to mull over the plans you had, until it was finally Friday morning, and you woke up to a text from Chris, asking if you were still on for tonight and if you wanted him to come pick him up.

You thanked him and took him up on his offer, before plopping back first onto your bed. You put it off far enough, but now you could feel yourself inevitably freaking out.

The thing was, you really didn't know what to expect, the uncertainty that had been gnawing at the back of your mind for a week now finally taking the spotlight. You thought you'd never see him again, but that clearly wasn't the case.

Well, you'd see soon enough, you gathered, as you distracted yourself for another few hours until it was time to get ready. Chris didn't exactly tell you where you were going, but you two had mentioned a coffee, and even if it wasn't that, you imagined he wouldn't take you anywhere too fancy, so you put on something casual elegant.

I'm sorry, that last bit was kind of misleading, wasn't it? Really, you thought about what to wear for a good 30 minutes, decided on casual elegant and then took another good hour to pull out an obscene amount of clothes from your closet, proceeding to try on different outfits until you finally settled on one.

The advantage of your indecision was that it was very time consuming, leaving you very little time to get everything else you needed in order, thus less time to spiral.

When Chris texted you to come outside, all you could do was take a deep breath and go. After you greeted each other, the music filled the silence between you, not uncomfortably. Without noticing, you started humming the song beneath your breath, and before long you were both singing along, and you could feel the tension seeping out of your shoulders. Once the song ended, you took a deep breath and looked over to see Chris already looking at you. You smiled at him, and he returned it.

"Chris, I gotta, um," you swallowed, "ask you something."

"Sure, what is it?"

"Well, I'm just… is this a date? Not that I'm trying to, I don’t know… look, I just want us to be on the same page, I guess, it doesn't have to be a date, I was just, like, wondering."

Real smooth.

"It's fine," Chris chuckled a little, and you kept your eyes trained on the dash before you so you wouldn't have to meet his. "I guess… I don't really know either? We could just… see how it goes?"

"Yeah, alright," you smiled a little, "sounds great. Speaking of going, where are you taking me? Cause, you know, if you're a serial killer that's taking me out in the woods to kill me, I'd rather know now than later."

"I'm not a serial killer, and it's a surprise," he grinned.

"That's exactly what a serial killer would say," you said, playfully narrowing your eyes at him.

He let out a laugh. "Okay, okay, it's a club not far from here. It's a new one, I haven't been there myself yet, so I’d figured we'd check it out?"

"Sure," you grinned at him. The rest of the short drive went by in a flash, and when you got there, Chris darted out of the car to open your door for you.

"Thank you," you giggled.

"After you," he gestured, and you led your way into the club.

Inside, you took in the atmosphere, which was pretty relaxed since it was still early. You and Chris ate a little, engaging in conversation, and before long your drinks arrived. You were about to bring yours to your lips when Chris reached out and stopped you. You looked at him quizzically.

"We have to toast first," he shrugged with a smirk.

"Okay. So, what are we toasting for?"

"To new beginnings," he raised his glass in suggestion.

"To new beginnings," you repeated softly, clinking your glass with his before taking a sip from your drink.

When things picked up a little, you both got to the dance floor. In no time you found your rhythm, dancing together as if it wasn't the first time. The songs were jumpy, upbeat, and you found yourself beaming when Chris spun you around before pulling you back in.

You danced like that for a while, before you both got thirsty, heading to the bar for another drink.

"You wanna get outta here soon?" he asked, raising his voice to make sure you heard him over the loud music.

"Let's go," you said, grabbing his hand and practically dragging him to the exit. You heard his laugh behind you, and you smiled.

"Sorry," you said once you were outside, "the music was getting a little too loud for me," you shrugged.

"Yeah, it kinda was," he agreed with a soft smile. "So, where to next?"

You checked the time on your phone. "I mean, we could go back to my place if you want a coffee, since I doubt anywhere else is open right now."

"Great!" he smiled, and then his eyebrows furrowed a little, "But I guess neither of us should drive, right? I mean, I probably could, I just…"

"Yeah, you're right," you nodded.

"My place is closer to here, actually," he said, "If you want, we could walk there?"

"Alright," you smiled.

You two started walking side by side, silently at first. "What about your car?" you asked.

"I'll come by and get it tomorrow," he shrugged. "I need to get gas anyway. I'm driving upstate again in a couple of days."

"Can't you fly?"

"Not since the last time I checked, when I was four and nearly broke my arm jumping from a tree," he smiled teasingly.

"Ha ha," you rolled your eyes, a smile spreading on your face despite your efforts to stop it. "I mean, wouldn't it be easier if you took a plane instead of driving?"

"Maybe, but I don't like flying that much. It's exhausting."

You simply hummed in reply.

Before long, you were at Chris' house. Again, your mind unhelpfully supplied, vividly reminding you of the last time you were here, which was-

"So, do you want that coffee?" Chris asked when he showed you in, thankfully breaking your train of thought before you could get too zoned out.

"Um yeah, that sounds wonderful," you smiled at him. As you waited on his couch while he went to get the coffee, your eyes wandered around the large room. You didn't really get much of a look at his house before since you were… occupied with other things, but it was really nice, modestly decorated.

As you were looking around, you heard a soft patter of footsteps come up behind you, and you turned around to see Chris concentrating on the two mugs in his hand, trying not to spill anything, his tongue darting out in concentration a little. It made you giggle a little, making him look up at the sudden sound.

"What?" he asked, putting the mugs down carefully.

"Nothing," you smiled.

He eyed you suspiciously before apparently deciding to drop it, since all he did was sit down and pat the space next to him for you to sit in.

You two decided to watch a movie, but honestly, to each of you the other one was way more interesting than the movie.

Your second night with Chris ended up pretty much the same as the first one, with amazing sex and a good night's sleep. And then, slipping away the next morning.

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"I just, ugh," you plopped back down on your bed, talking to your friend on the phone, "I don't know."

"Listen, it's only been a few days, and he told you he was going away, I'm sure he'll talk to you soon. Or not," your friend said from the other side of the phone.

"That's comforting," you snorted, flipping onto your stomach.

"Hey, you said it yourself, right? You don't know what you two are. If it was just a hookup, he probably won't call." You opened your mouth to reply, but as if she could sense it, your friend continued before you could. "I'm not being mean, I'm being honest. You don't deserve to get your heart broken."

"I know," you sighed. "Thank you," you said sincerely, "talk to you later."

In the months that followed you saw Chris a few more times, each of them ending in pretty much the same way. Some were at your house, and he was gone in the morning, which in a way confirmed you were… what, friends with benefits? In a casual relationship?

You knew you shouldn't obsess about putting a label to it, because it doesn't really matter, except it did matter to you and you'd really like to know.

But you never brought it up. You liked what you had. It was fun. Really fun.

And every time you would be with him, most of your logical thinking skills would fly out of the window, so there's that. You liked to rationalize you didn't bring it up because you were consciously deciding not to jeopardize what you have, but really, it just doesn't cross your mind when you're with him.

It's weird, because when you're with him, you're incredibly calm, happy really, but when you're not, he makes you so nervous you feel like running to get the fidgety energy out. And running sucks.

Now, you were sitting at your friend's kitchen table as she made herself a coffee.

"Hey," your friend said, her voice laced with strictness and affection, "are you listening to me?"

"Yeah," you nodded, shaking yourself from your reverie.

"Really? Or are you thinking about Chris again?"

"What? No, I was just thinking about-" you started denying it, before your friend simply arched her brow at you, making you sigh. "-Chris. God, am I really that obvious?"

"Yes," she said matter-of-factly before sipping her coffee.

"Sorry," you offered half-heartedly, "I know I'm being annoying, I just… I like him. And I don't know what we are and it's driving me up the wall."

"Hold on, did you just say you liked him?" she looked at you incredulously.

"Yes," you said, although it came out more as a question than a statement.

"Oh honey," she said, sitting down in the chair next to you.

"I know, I know," you sighed looking at the table instead of her, "I shouldn't. But I do," you looked up at her. "That's why I'm… scared," the admission fell past your lips, the last word merely a whisper.

Your friend wrapped her arm around you in comfort, knowing you still needed to talk about it.

"If I just knew what he wanted, this would all be easier, because then I could keep the same mindset. But I don't wanna be annoying and end up embarrassing myself."

"You know what I think about this. You don't deserve to get hurt," she replied, squeezing your shoulders.

"I know, I just really don't know what to do," you sighed.

"If I were you," she started, "I'd tell him I'm seeing someone else."

"What?" you frowned.

"Just my take on it. What's the worst thing that could happen? It's not like you can't break up if you're not together," she shrugged.

"Okay, I get it," you scoffed. "No need to rub it in."

Despite your cynicism, you couldn't help thinking maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all. Also, it was kind of the only idea you had, so either that or leave things as they were. Not that you were really complaining, I mean, things were wonderful as they are, but the uncertainty was becoming unbearable.

Maybe confronting him about it will be good, whispers a voice of hope in your head.

Yeah, you thought, or maybe it'll bite me in the ass. And not in a fun way.

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The next time Chris was in town, he called you on a Friday morning.

"Hey!" he said, and even across the phone you could hear he was excited. It made your heart swell with fondness, a feeling you quickly shook off because, well, you weren't exactly boyfriend and girlfriend, so the only feeling you should have is like, attraction. Right?

"Hey," you said, your voice soft.

"So, I'm in town this weekend, and I was thinking, do you wanna do something?"

"I guess," you said, a smile sneaking onto your face, "What'd you have in mind?"

"You'll see," he said, and you could practically hear his smirk, "Just bring an overnight bag."

An overnight b-

"Yeah, sure," you said, your mouth speaking before your brain caught up, and shit, that seems to happen entirely too often when you were talking to him.

"Great! So I'll see you tonight?"

"See you," you agreed, ending the call, not before he told you he'd pick you up at seven.

Well, now all you had to do was pack an overnight bag for somewhere without knowing where, which was just… splendid.

Stifling your groan of frustration, you got up to do just that.

Just like always, when Chris came to pick you up and you got into his car, a smile came onto your face, your previous frustration now replaced with near-giddiness. Focus, you told yourself, you should be telling him you're seeing someone else.

But you didn't, not yet obviously, since you just got into his car. That'd be an extremely weird way to start a conversation.

"Hi," you greeted instead, smiling at him.

"Hey," he grinned, barely waiting for you to get your seatbelt on before he started driving.

"So, where are we going that's got you so excited, you're willing to risk getting into a car accident?" you chuckled.

"It's a surprise, and I'm not risking anything," he rolled his eyes.

"Sure you aren't, mad max," you quipped, making him laugh. "And last time I checked, there's nowhere called 'a surprise'."

He chuckled. "C'mon, you'll see for yourself, we're almost there."

And indeed, a few minutes later he was slowing down and turning to a road that led into a forest.

"Okay, seriously Chris, where are we going?"

"Relax, we're not lost. I know exactly where we are."

"I was thinking more along the lines of 'huh, maybe you are a serial killer after all', but yeah, that's reassuring," you raised your brows at him.

"If I were a serial killer I would've killed you already," he rolled his eyes at your antics.

"That's exactly-"

"What a serial killer would say," he completed your sentence, huffing out a laugh, "I figured."

You giggled at that, relaxing into your seat. You weren't actually worried, but it was nice to know you haven’t been fucking a serial killer for the last few months.

Sooner rather than later Chris parked the car, meaning you arrived, but you didn't really see where exactly you are until you got out. Then, you saw a small clearing in the woods, with what seemed like the remains of a fire in the middle of it.

"Okay, so we ruled out the serial killer option," you called out to Chris, who was busy opening the trunk of the car, "The way I see it you're either gonna sacrifice me in a weird satanic ritual or this is a camping site."

"Well, I considered the first one but it just seemed like a lot of effort," he teased, "Yeah, this is a camping site."

"Awesome," you chuckled, getting your bag. "Do you need help with anything or…"

"Oh, no, just wait a second and I'll get it all out," he said, already lifting his bag out and what seemed like the bag of a tent.

You did as he said and waited by the remains of the campfire. And you know, maybe also ogling him a bit as he carried the bags over.

"So," he started when he put the bags down, "I think we should put up the camp first, before the sun completely sets and then we won't be able to see what we're doing."

"Sounds like a good idea," you smiled.

You two started putting up the tent, a task that was harder than you realized, the flexible poles getting disconnected while you were moving them through the fabric and poking you in the stomach one unfortunate time.

By the time the sun was setting, you were getting pretty sulky, and it didn't escape Chris' attention. "C'mon, now's the most satisfying part," he smiled.

Starting to put up the poles, the tent turned from a pile of fabric and plastic to a tall tent in a matter of minutes.

"Okay, this is the most satisfying part," you laughed a little when you saw the results of your handiwork.

While Chris was setting up the fire, you were rummaging through the food he brought, because you were getting snacky. Just when you found the marshmallows, Chris asked, "So when's the last time you built a tent? Besides right now, I mean."

"Ummm… I don't know. Probably when I was really little," you shrugged.

"I come out here pretty often when I can," he said, "It's nice". You turned to look at him, but he was still messing around with the wood.

"What've you been up to lately then?" he smiled when he was finally done lighting the fire, turning his gaze up to look at you.

Well, it's now or never.

"There's this guy that offered me to hang out sometime," you said as casually as you could, "Mike."

Mike? Really? That's the name you came up with?

You thought you saw Chris' jaw clench, but maybe it was just the lack of light playing tricks on you. When he said nothing you continued. "He's nice."

It was like his whole demeanor had changed in the span of seconds, from smiling and relaxed his muscles tensed, and his jaw was definitely clenched.

"Okay," was the only thing he said after a few moments.

The only thing disturbing the silence were the sounds of nature and the crackling fire. You had a beer with him, and still, silence.

"Is everything okay?" you asked. He just hummed in response, his mind clearly somewhere else.

"Earth to Chris?" you snapped your fingers in front of his face.

"I'm here," he chuckled. "So anyways, did you?"

"What?"

"Did you hang out with Mike?"

"Oh, that," you said, "would it have mattered if I did?" you took a swig of your beer.

"Yes," he said lowly.

"Yes?" you turned to look at him so quickly your neck nearly snapped. He was still looking ahead into the fire.

"I mean," he turned his eyes to you, "What about us?"

"Oh, suddenly now we're an 'us'?" you rolled your eyes, "that's wonderful, Chris. Really, it is. You’re barely here, and when you are, we fuck and you leave, and now this? Maybe I should hang out with Mike," you mumbled the last part.

"If that's how you feel," he said.

You were both quiet for the rest of the night, going to sleep in separate sleeping bags. It was cold, and all you wanted to do was crawl into Chris' bag with him to steal some warmth, but your pride wouldn't let you.

In the morning, you woke up to find the tent empty. You rubbed your eyes and went outside, squinting against the morning sun.

"Good morning," Chris greeted quietly. He was sitting next to where the fire was last night, now obviously reduced to lumps of coal, and if that didn't perfectly represent your mood, you didn't know what did.

"Morning," you replied curtly.

"You know, about yesterday, I-"

"No, I don't know," you burst out. "Or at least I didn’t know, and it drove me crazy, thinking about what the hell I was to you, what we… are we even a 'we'?" you shrugged helplessly. "But I guess now I know, so thanks for that one."

"I'm sorry," he said, coming closer to you.

"Yeah, whate-"

"I'm sorry you felt that way. I shouldn’t have left things so up in the air. I should've told you how much I liked you from the start, instead of doing… whatever it is we've been doing. I'm sorry you felt like I didn't want you, because I do," his eyes pierced into yours. "I'm sorry I didn't say that sooner."

"I- you like me?" you asked, eyes going wide.

"I do," he smiled timidly, scratching the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry I was being a bitch earlier," you mumbled.

"It's okay, it’s re-"

"Do you accept my apology?" you cut him off with a smile.

"Yeah, of course."

"Great."

You walked the last few steps between you, closing the distance and planting your lips on his.

Every other time you kissed Chris, there was a rush to it, an aroused urgency, the knowledge of what it would lead to. But now there was the sweet promise of something more. You didn't know exactly what that was, but it made your heart hum in joy and your belly do somersaults.

Later, you found out the promise was happiness.

You felt it when you finally went on your first official "date date" with Chris. You felt it when he kissed you goodnight and good morning and everything in between. You even felt it when he found out Mike wasn't real and he laughed, and honestly you laughed too, because it was pretty funny.

Really, you felt it every time you were with Chris. Which was convenient, since, as he told you on several occasions, he wasn't planning on letting you go any time soon.

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Just Can’t Get Enough || J.W

Summary: Wooyoung found out he had a kink in the most unlikely place, but oh would he explore it.

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader

Words: If I had to guess I’d say around 2066

Genre: Smut

A/N: Hey guys, I know this is probably not the place, I just wanted to ask you to not be disrespectful towards Wooyoung and his w*eight. Don’t spam him, show love and support, but respect most of all, please have in consideration his situation. This being said, enjoy loves!!

Requests are super open!!

---- THANK YOU ANON FOR THE REQUEST 💖----

  Wooyoung was aware of his many sexual preferences. He wasn't ready to discover a new one in such an inappropriate timing however, the man certainly didn't expect to feel arousal spread through his body when he saw you walk around the restaurant.

  The waitress' work outfit noticeably exposed a little too much, but God yours looked so good on your body. The small, black suit skirt hugged your hips and thighs perfectly, exposing a little more skin than skirts usually would and it was driving Wooyoung crazy.

    He wasn't looking at your ass or gazing at your hips however, his eyes were planted onto your thighs. The lack of a gap between them and the way they jiggled when you walked... Damn he wanted you to strangle him with them.

   When you approached his table he gulped and was forced to peel his eyes off of you.

   "Goodnight, my name is Y/N, I'll be your waiter today." You said as you handed the menus to each person in the table.

   "Perfect." Wooyoung thought and gladly accepted the menu being handed to him.

   He watched your figure intensely and bit his lower lip as you walked away, giving them time to choose. An involuntary tent started forming in Wooyoung's pants.

   He couldn't not look at you, you were such eye candy to him.

   "Wooyoung are you listening to me?"

   The aforementioned snapped out of his trance and looked at his leader, who was sitting by his side, waving his hand in front of his face.

   "Sorry Hongjoong, I was... distracted." Wooyoung smiled and the leader just eyed him awkwardly, but repeated what he had just said anyway.

   Wooyoung pretended to listen, but he couldn't stop thinking of your body and how good it would look without the skirt. Soon after, you came to pick up their orders, and the man had to stop himself from trailing his fingers along your hips and thighs.

   The second after you left, Wooyoung excused himself to "go to the bathroom", approaching the counter instead.

   "Hello," he said to the young man behind the bar "do you happen to know when Miss Y/N's shift ends?"

    The employee was a little confused, but replied nevertheless.

   "In about thirty minutes I believe. It's usually the case..."

   Wooyoung bowed as a way of thanking the man and went back to his seat, longing for those thirty minutes to come to an end.

   He didn't eat much, as he spent every second of those thirty minutes thinking of how to approach you, what to say and how hard he was gonna fuck you.

   Wooyoung didn't want to miss you leaving the building, so he often looked at the exit to see if he could spot you leaving.

   It was way past those thirty minutes and Wooyoung's ecstatic face started fading, as he thought he had missed you leaving and his chance was long gone.

   Luck seemed to be on his side however. As he looked up from his dish, he saw you make your way out of the restaurant, now with a pair of jeans that fit your thighs beautifully.

   Wooyoung excused himself, telling his members and manager that he needed to go. He didn't care if he excuse he'd given was believable, Hell, if it was even plausible. All he cared about was having you to himself.

   He followed you outside, and once he caught up to you he tapped on your shoulder. When you turned around he froze. Fuck. What now!?

   Wooyoung had only thought about the end and beginning, he figured that the middle would just come naturally when the time came, but it was certainly backfiring.

   You cocked your head as you waited for the male to talk.

   "I just- I couldn't stop looking at you. God you're gorgeous..."

   You blushed at his comment and looked down at your feet. Wooyoung's cheeks had a faint blush to them and he laughed awkwardly, mentally slapping himself for not fucking thinking of something appropriate to say.

    "I take it you were the guy that asked my colleague when my shift was over?"

    "Maybe?" Wooyoung replied, a little taken aback that the man had ratted him out.

   You laughed faintly at the man's reaction.

   "Well stranger, if this encounter hadn't been at 10 PM in an empty parking lot it would have been a really sweet but..." You looked around at the creepy scenario and Wooyoung understood what you meant.

    The man looked down at his feet for a second and then up at you with a shy smile.

    "I'm just hoping you're not too tired from work and would join me for a drink?" Wooyoung shamelessly invited.

    You opened your mouth, unsure of what to reply yet, but eventually just smiled and nodded.

     "Sure, let me just pop these in my car." You told him, holding up your work uniform.

    Once you were set, the both of you walked to a nearby bar, keeping a light conversation between you.

    Upon arrival, you two took a seat in one of the booths with red, round cushioned sofas around the table.

     "So, are you going to make me call you stranger the whole night?" You asked as you took a sip of your gin.

    Wooyoung hung his head low and chuckled before looking at you again.

     "I'm sorry, my name is Wooyoung."

     "Cute name." You commented, bringing your drink up to your lips again.

     Wooyoung took a big sip of his black vodka and sprite long drink before speaking once more.

     "Matches me, right?"

     You nearly choked at the sudden boldness. Once the large glass was secure on the table you slapped your thigh as you laughed at the comment.

     Little did you know, Wooyoung had followed every move your hand had made, and he wished so, so bad that it was his.

    After a couple more drinks and some more chattering, Wooyoung stopped being as discrete, and his eyes were glued to your lower body.

    You placed a hand in his forearm.

    "Wooyoung, do my thighs amuse you?"

    Had he been sober, he'd stumble on his words and make a mess out of the situation, but he was a little past tipsy and the cockiness in him was coming out. He smirked and kissed the spot under your ear.

    "Very much so, Y/N..." He whispered, then proceeding to bite your earlobe.

     Although your eyes fluttered a little at the pleasurable contact, you still placed your hand on his chest and pushed him away lightly.

     "Easy there loverboy." You cautioned, wearing a sly smirk on your face.

    Wooyoung chuckled and examined your face for a second as he licked his lips.

    "Your thighs look so good though... I just can’t get enough."

    His hand placed on your knee, slowly trailing up your leg, and stopping mid-thigh. He waited, in case you wanted to remove his hand, but you kept it there, so he gave your thigh a light squeeze and it felt like Heaven to him. Wooyoung followed it with a harsher squeeze and kissed your jaw, then your neck.

     "I want to make you feel so good Y/N..." He whispered in your ear once more.

     Your head tilted slightly, giving him all the access he wanted to your neck.

     "I just met you Wooyoung..."

    Your words came out pathetically almost like a moan.

    Wooyoung grabbed your chin and made you look at him. He approached his face to yours, lips brushing against each other. You looked at his lustful eyes through your lashes and sighed.

    "Fuck it." You said, before clashing your lips against his.

    It was rough right from the start, as both of your tongues fought for dominance in a fight where you'd both end up winning. You could taste the alcohol in the kiss and every second that passed you got more and more drunk in the feeling of having him all over you.

     His hands predictably caressed your thighs while yours held his nape.

     Once you pulled away for air, you could see in each other's expressions that you wanted more, you needed more.

     Probably not the wisest choice, but you dragged the man over to your flat without much thought. The walk there was filled with sexual tension. Wooyoung couldn't keep his hands off of you, and you were getting needier at each step.

    Upon arriving at your home, you grabbed Wooyoungs wrist and dragged him to your bedroom. The both of you hurriedly stripped from your shirts and connected your lips in a desperate kiss. Wooyoung's hips rocked against yours, and you moaned into the kiss. His fingers played with the hook of your bra for a second, before managing to unhook it and peel it off of you.

     You undid each other's pants and kicked it off of yourselves the best you could in your drunken state, never breaking the kiss as you were enjoying it far too much.

    When Wooyoung finally broke the kiss, his lips attacked your neck, biting harshly some spots that would certainly turn purple later on. He then pulled away, grabbed your hips, and pushed you against the wall, chest colliding with the cold surface. You hissed at the sudden contact with the gelid wall.

  Wooyoung knelt behind you and pulled down your underwear, taking his time to admire the way you looked. He gave your ass a harsh squeeze followed by your thighs. The man then grabbed them and spread them a little wider, so he could access you better, but just enough so he'd have your thighs hugging his face as he ate you out.

   He started by leaving a few bites on your inner thighs, then kisses around your folds before he spat on your core, dipped his head between your legs and started exploring your pussy with his tongue.

   You were a moaning mess under his touch, but you didn't mind, cause damn the boy was good.

   He pulled away and spat on your womanhood once more before standing up and turning you around.

   "Ride me baby..." He asked of you, as he caressed your cheek and looked deep into your eyes.

   You just nodded and let him guide you onto the bed, where he laid down.

    You grabbed the hem of his underwear and pulled it down, slowly revealing his very hardened member.

    Before letting him enter you, you grabbed his dick and swirled your tongue around the tip.

   "Spit on it," Wooyoung demanded.

   "Huh?" You asked as if you hadn't heard well.

    "You heard me baby, spit on my cock."

     The dirty words made you feel a certain tingle in the pit of your stomach and you complied. You let the spit fall from your lips and onto his member as he watched carefully. His head rolled back and he hissed.

    You stroked him a couple of times before taking him onto your mouth and bobbing your head up and down. You barely lasted any time there, as Wooyoung begged you to ride him once more.

    You left the position you were in and hovered your womanhood over his dick. You helped him find your entrance, and, once he did find it, he jerked his hips up, and at the same time you pushed yourself down on him and you saw stars.

    He grabbed onto your hips as you bounced on him, and his eyes never left your hips, that jiggled every time your skin made contact with his.

   "My God Wooyoung you're so good..." You moaned.

   You threw your head back and his grip on you grew tighter. The room had a pleasant perfume of alcohol and sex, just what you two loved.

   He gave your ass a couple spanks while you bounced on his dick, and when he jerked his hips a little higher you plopped yourself down on him and clenched your thighs around his waist as you came. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you moaned loudly.

  Wooyoung removed you from him hurriedly, as the pressure from your thighs around his waist almost sent him over the edge. You grabbed his dick and pumped it a few times, before both of your bodies were decorated with warm spurts of cum.

   Neither of you said, thought about or did anything else, since you were both too tired and too drunk. You just plopped down next to the man, who wrapped his left arm around your waist, and fell asleep on his chest.

[vkookjamz]

⋆☽Kitten☾⋆

|| Prologue. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13.

| 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑥 𝐶𝑎𝑡-𝐻𝑦𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 |

"𝘉-𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭..?"

𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬'𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦..

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Y/n's POV

It was about a week since you all went out to eat dinner, unfortunately since then, a few things seemed to change as for ways of life at the dorm.

Well, life meaning you and Jungkook's relationship again.

Currently you were with Namjoon in the living room, talking together while watching 'Beastars' on Netflix as some of the others were either out, or in their own rooms.

"He is starting to avoid me a bit again, not in like a bad way but he seems almost- shy?" you frowned.

"I kinda noticed- it seems as if he got that way right after we got you your clothes and he actually saw you in them. He's even a little awkward around us when we mention you to him" he shrugged keeping his eyes on the tv screen.

"I don't know what I did though- he just got all weird" you pouted with a sigh, your ears dropping to the sides of your head.

You and Jungkook still stayed with his hyungs rather than his own apartment, and anytime you questioned him about going back he would act strangely and simply say it was 'better to stay here'

Not that you didn't enjoy being with them all, it was just you missed you and Jungkook's one on one time. But for some reason it seemed as though now he couldn't even be in the same room alone with you.

Namjoon couldn't hide the smile that spread over his face as he shook his head with a chuckle. "Jungkook is just nervous around girls, he doesn't really know how to act"

You sighed again turning your head to see Jimin come from out of his room, rubbing his eyes as he walked towards you with a soft short laugh. "Yeah don't take it too personally y/n, he may seem intimidating but trust me he's a man child" he smiled resting his hands on your shoulders squeezing them gently.

You let out another loud sigh, leaning your head against Jimin's arm as you began to think.

That surely couldn't be true could it? What about that incident in the dressing room you both shared? Now you KNOW you definitely didn't dream that up.

The way he treated you before, when he first saw you as an actual girl- hybrid..

He acted as if he was about to devour you at any wrong movement you made. And now you're expected to believe that same guy- the one that pressed you up against the wall, eyed you like a meal, and even requested for you to call him "daddy" was just shy??

"Speaking of Jungkook, where is he anyways?" Jimin tilted his head looking around.

"I think he went out with Yoongi to get some lamb skewers, they could either come back soon or completely late- there's no telling with with those two" Namjoon chuckled.

"Well who else is home?? Just us three?" you asked letting your brows form a frown as you sat up.

"Jin-Hyung went out for groceries but he'll be back soon-" Jimin replied.

Namjoon let his lips form a small 'o' as he nodded remembering, "Didn't Tae go with him?"

The younger shook his head, "No- Tae wanted to go with him, but then Jin said, 'yah you aren't coming with me just so I can have you throw random shit in the cart, you eat what I buy or you STARVE' and then Tae had a tantrum and fell to the floor whining- then Jin watched him for a few minutes then left"

"So then where's Taehyung now-"

"I'm over here-" Taehyung said from the kitchen floor, causing the three of you to stand glancing along the bottom side of the kitchen counter, observing the male as he laid flat on his back watching his phone above him that he held with both hands.

"Tata have you been laying there the whole time?" you pouted going over to squat down beside him, running your fingers through his soft dyed grey-blonde locks.

He perked up finally receiving the long desired attention, pursing his lips in a tight smile as he hummed sitting up with his legs crossed. "Yeah and it took you guys long enough.." Tae huffed as you continued to stroke his head.

"Wait is Hobi here too?" you looked up to Jimin, parting his lips he was about to respond just as the back door opened, revealing the light brown haired male. His brows knitted together in what looked like confusion as he looked down at a piece of paper shortly shoving it into his pocket after glancing to notice you all.

"What were you doing outside? Having a competition with the sun to see who's the hottest again?" Jimin chuckled earning a slightly disappointed head tilt from Namjoon as he let his attention go back to the television.

"Oh, uh no" Hoseok chuckled shaking his head once as he tucked both of his hands in his pockets.

"So then what were you doing hyung?" Taehyung pouted his lips out a bit looking at the other with puppy eyes, causing you to smile as you stood pulling him up along with you.

"Nothing- I just thought I heard something is all- Hey Namjoon can you come with me for a minute, I wanna show you a tiny crab- that's the exact same color of koya-" Hoseok mentioned waving Namjoon over.

You watched as the tall boy nodded quickly getting up after pausing his show, striding over and disappearing into Hoseok's studio with him.

"Guess it's just us now huh princess?" Taehyung winked wrapping an arm around you, glancing over at Jimin who smiled slipping his own arm over your shoulder as well, at the opposite side to Tae.

Pursing your lips together you blushed looking between the two of them. "So what should we do boys?"

Jungkook's POV

"Hyung how could you even say that I'm not gonna-" My words were cut off, a phone beeping with several notifications as Yoongi raised his finger holding it up to me as his free hand went rummaging into his pocket.

Since when was he so popular? And since when did he even start answering his phone?

I scowled scrunching my nose. "Hyung how could you answer a text right now- you're supposed to be helping me! Whenever me or Jin-Hyung spammed you in the past you never answered!"

The older male sat up finally retrieving his phone with a sigh as he looked back to me with his own lazy nose scrunch in return to mine, clearing his throat as he looked down to his own phone screen.

"Well, I have you and the other members notifications to have different sounds. So for example I know Hoseok is the one that just spammed me" He pursed his lips furrowing his brows in concentration.

"So you answer to Hoseok and not the rest of us?!" I scoffed.

Suddenly Yoongi's face laced with worry as he got up randomly, "We have to go-" he spoke shortly placing his phone down to look at his surroundings. Letting me watch just sitting confused as he quickly started to gather his things, raising his brows towards me once he noticed I wasn't following.

"Jungkook we have to go NOW, we can't talk about it here we have to go" He spoke lowly yet in a panicked tone, pulling on the sleeve of my shirt to get me to move.

"What- Why?? Hyung- we barely finished our-" Getting cut off for the second time, I couldn't even finish my sentence as Yoongi grabbed his phone to shove it in front of my face while he looked around warily.

It was Hoseok's messages.

호석: Hyung!

호석: I was outside checking the mail since I heard the truck go by and there was nothing- but on the doorstep when I came back to go in there was a note-

호석: Namjoon and I think it's them again, the ones Jungkook-ah was getting messages from-

호석: [attached-file]

Clicking on the image, I saw it was a picture of the note in Namjoon's hand, when I read it I felt my brows knit together in anger.

"Grocery shopping for her now? Pointless. She's already entering stage one. You're not going to be sorry until you all end up dead, I said you have to get rid of her. Don't think we aren't watching."

I looked up at Yoongi blankly, my face unable to process an expression to the words. I stood up getting ready to leave the restaurant before his phone got another notification, causing us to both now look at the screen. Our stomachs twisting once realization hit us at Hoseok's words.

호석: Hyung- the note wasn't there when Jin left..

호석: they are AT the store.

호석: they are watching Jin.

A/n: 👉🏻👈🏻

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[howggswouldreact]

💻 Co-workers | Jiu

Request: hi can i request a dreamcatcher jiu scenario where she is stuck with her co worker (also her long time crush) in an elevator for hours.

Plot: Reader and (a very shy) Jiu have been colleague workers for almost 3 years. Reader, the one Jiu has a big crush on, decides to make her company because she was overtime working alone. But when they are leaving the building, the elevator suddenly stops.

Words: 3,471

Genre: fluff, alternative universe

Notes: I had so much fun writing this one... i hope you enjoy it as much as i did.

It was after 8PM when you started turning off the computer. You were tired, it was a Friday night and you probably just wanted to go back to your apartment and lie in your bed to get the rest you deserved; the week had been very busy.

Minji was watching you sideways as you pressed the button on the monitor. She had gotten good at it, watching you without being noticed. She could put the credit for that luck on her desk, which was attached to yours. But she rarely saw your face from the front, only in profile. And it was the best view she had ever seen.

Almost 3 years ago, you were the new hired. Before you, there was only one quiet old man who ended up retiring. The change was so sudden and Minji felt it deep in her heart, as soon as you passed through the glass door of the company. Whatever it was, she wouldn't call it love. A slight crush, perhaps.

“A crush doesn't last three years, Minji. Three. Years.”, said Bora, her best friend, every time Minji commented about you without being asked.

Bora didn't care if Minji talked about you for three years. It was cute. She only got irritated because Minji didn't even have an attitude. But what could she do? Just receiving your gaze every time you arrived in the morning made her body heat up as if it was burning up. And when you hummed a song while typing on your computer, she smiled involuntarily.

Of course she had already started conversations with you. They all revolved around the weekend, your pets, "I'm going to drink water, do you want me to get it for you, Y/N?" and learned the exact temperature that you liked to drink it. She liked to hear your voice when offering her snacks or even complaining about another employee who did not know how to communicate and just shouted at you when called you. Minji didn't know how there were people in the world who could be rude to you.

When you got up from your chair and wished her a good night, Minji said the same thing back. She looked around quickly and realized that she would be alone at the establishment because she would work overtime. She had no plans for this Friday and would rather go home and sleep than pretend to be paying attention to something on TV.

"Hey, aren't you coming too?"

With a slight surprise, Minji’s eyes looked up at you from behind round lenses, you were about two meters away, holding your bag in one hand. Damn, Minji thought, how beautiful she looks today.

"I'll stay a little longer. Just until I clean my email. There isn't much missing.”, she replied, smiling.

"Do you want me to stay and keep you company?", you asked.

A brief silence followed and Minji was sure that her mouth went dry and her lungs stopped working. Her heartbeats stumbled a lot until she finally answered.

"It would be great to have your company."

It was always great to have your company.

In almost three years together, working together, Minji never had the courage to ask you to lunch with her. She thought she would ruin everything, drop your drink, forget the money at home and you would have to pay for her meal, every kind of nightmare you can imagine. Even though that you would think she was just a good co-worker. Terrible.

What Minji really wanted to do was take you on a date, but she never felt brave enough to do that. And she only knew that you didn't date because you had made it clear once, in a conversation at the company's holiday party, that everyone was a little bit not sober, that you would only be with someone you liked very much.

You sat down again in your place.

"Do you want some help?"

"No, no. I'm just finishing deleting a few emails. It won't take long. ”

"Do you want me to get you a cup of water?"

Minji's brown eyes met yours. She wanted you so much to know her feelings for you...

"Yes, please."

You came back with two glasses, one for you and one for her. As Minji alternated between drinking water and deleting unnecessary emails, analyzing in a somewhat thorough way whether she could really delete them, you started talking.

"Minji, did you ever feel like something was preventing you from acting?"

The mouse clicks stopped but Minji decided to make false movements while thinking of an answer for you. Of course she felt it, she was feeling it right now because all she wanted to do was pull you and kiss you.

"Yes, all the time."

"Lately I feel that what holds me is myself and I don't know how to act," you confessed, a sadly tone in your voice.

Minji's heart sank. You never opened up about personal things, maybe being alone for the first time made it possible. And it showed that you had a certain confidence in her, which encouraged her to continue the matter.

“I know how it feels. It’s like one of those dreams in which you run and run but you just stay in the same place.”, she turned her face to you and you could see the sincerity through that transparent lens of her glasses.

Minji always had that feeling. She was always embarrassed to speak in public, at work she spoke only what was necessary and never talked much with her co-workers. In reality, before you, she never talked to anyone anything beyond the essential. Still, she was invited to happy hour’s and parties. The people there were very fond of her company, even though it was a very quiet one.

"Exactly."

Minji was about to finish cleaning up her spam box, but she didn't want to leave. She wanted to keep talking to you for longer, to hear your voice for longer, to see your face for longer... But eventually, you should go home.

"I think it's up to us to let go of what keeps us from following, isn’t it, Minji?", chin resting on one of your hands, waiting for her answer.

Minji loved how her name sounded on your mouth. She nodded.

"You're quite shy, aren't you?", you asked, making Minji's cheeks flush.

"Yeah...", she replied. "This is what holds me back, my shyness."

Minji slowly started to turn off the computer. Who was she trying to deceive? Would she be pretending to delete emails for how long? 3 hours? Would she keep you with her for so long just because she loved your company? No, she wouldn't do that. What if you had an appointment? It was time to go.

"I have finished. We can go now.”, she commented, getting up and placing her backpack on her shoulder.

Minji, who had the door key, went right behind you. You pressed the time-card. She turned off all the lights and locked the door. When she reached you in the hall, putting the key in her backpack’s pocket, the elevator button was already on. The silence was cut only by the noise of it going up the floors to you.

"It’s so scary in here at night, how can you do so much overtime?", you asked and the elevator doors opened.

"I do this more to kill time.", Minji replied, entering right behind you.

The metal doors closed and the elevator began its descent from the eighth floor to the ground floor. There were probably only you and the security guards in the building now, no one else. It was the end of some important soccer game and everyone was at home or in bars waiting for the match. Minji looked at the watch on her wrist, it was half pass 9PM.

"But you were working overtime too, weren't you?", she asked to break the silence.

"Ah, I..." you would reply but a great squeak was present.

The elevator lights started to flash and it stopped suddenly, causing you to lose your balance and almost fall to the floor. The doors were still closed and you were probably somewhere between the third and second floors. Minji, leaning against the metal wall, looked at you, startled.

"Are you claustrophobic?", she asked, concerned.

“No, I'm just scared. It never happened to me”, you said, a little breathlessly.

Minji pressed the button for the ground floor again in the hope that the elevator would return to its trajectory, but nothing happened. The lights were back to normal, they didn't flash anymore, the buttons were all normal but the elevator didn't want to work. She tried the emergency button.

Nothing happened.

"My cell phone has no signal, as expected.", you said, holding the device in one hand, reaching for the ceiling of the elevator. "What the hell!"

Yes, Minji wanted to spend more time with you, it was a fact, but she didn't expect for you both to be stuck in an elevator. There was nothing romantic about it. It was desperate and could even generate trauma! She took a deep breath and tried to see if her cell phone worked, tried to send messages to Bora and Siyeon, but the messages weren't even being sent. Calls did not complete. Minji and you were trying to do the most diverse types of communication, even tried the company's wifi, but it didn't reach that floor.

After more than 20 minutes of trying, you gave up.

"Okay," you said, sitting on the floor and placing your bag beside you as an armrest. "I think we can survive this."

"We can.", Minji replied with a beautiful smile and sat down beside you. "I think we will only be saved when the soccer match is over."

You faced each other again. Despite the desperate situation, you burst out laughing. A breathless laugh that made your belly and cheeks hurt. Minji held back the urge to say how beautiful you were.

You have recovered your breath and the silence has fallen on you. Despite many silences, they were never uncomfortable silences; you had silences that were like a polite wait for the other to start talking. Minji was too shy to begin it and you thought it would be invasive if you did. But, given the current circumstances, the ideal would be to have at least a little conversation, otherwise you both would go crazy.

"Since we're here, how about we get to know each other better?", you suggested, turning to Minji.

"You can ask what you want to know.", she adjusted the glasses on her face and smiled slightly.

“We can play a game.”, you were excited about your own idea. “For example... what 3 things would you take to a desert island? Remembering that ‘boat’ is not an answer. ”

"Ahm...", Minji started to think while feeling your gaze on her face. “A book, perhaps. A penknife? And... I don't know... A manual on how to make a boat on a desert island.”, she concluded, triumphant.

"Hey, this is also not allowed!", you were outraged by the answer but you couldn't help but laugh.

“You didn't specify anything about the rules and now I can make a boat to get off the island. But what about you? What would you take to a desert island? ”

"A book. Chocolate. Someone special to keep me company. ”

"You didn't say I could take people!"

"I also didn't say that you couldn't.", you laughed. "But we would probably go crazy and end up devouring each other, or fight to death."

"You’re watching a lot of movies about desert islands," she joked.

"My favorite hobby."

Minji turned to you, you were now face to face. In 90% of working hours, Minji could only observe you (discreetly, of course) in your profile. The other 10% of seeing your face was from the front, and it was when you arrived or left, or even when you turned to get the glass of water offered by her. That 10% was always a great time for her because your eyes seemed to see her beyond what she was.

"What would you take to an elevator between the third and second floors?", you asked her, in a playful tone.

"I have everything I need right here.", Minji replied.

A slight tension settled between you both and Minji realized that the phrase had been said in a very unthinkable way so she started to stumble over her own words trying to fix what she had said.

"N-no, I mean, I mean.", she pushed the glasses up again. "I didn't mean ... I mean, I mean...", she was cold sweating and you had a slight smile on your lips. "I meant that I have everything I need here, in my backpack." picked up the backpack. "Look, I have toothpaste, water, umbrella, candy, salad, ahm..."

You were finding it adorable the way she messed up trying to correct what she said. But you wouldn't forget that phrase or the tone used in it.

"Salad?" you asked, trying to make her relax a little.

"Yes, it's just that sometimes I like to stop in the park to eat while I watch the sky.", Minji still blinked faster than usual, the heartbeats still fast.

"This is so cute."

Minji's face flushed to her hair. She caught the air in her lungs and looked away from you to where the metal walls were in the right corner of the elevator. Why did she have to be so sensitive to you? Why did you have to have such a good voice to hear and this charming way of speaking? Why did your eyes have to look at her so deeply, seeing Minji as Minji, not like the shy co-worker?

This elevator is driving me crazy, Minji thought.

"And you, what would you take to a broken elevator?”, she asked after clearing her throat.

"I don't think I need anything else." you answered.

Minji could easily be mistaken for a statue. Were you flirting with her? Was it really possible that you, the person her mind had been thinking about for almost 3 years in a row, were flirting with her?

"We have your backpack, right?", you added, making Minji move again.

"Yes, everything we need is here." still confused if it had been a flirt.

Time passed by and you continued to talk. The soccer match should still be going on and you were already starting to eat one of the snacks that were in Minji's so complete backpack. You talked about the restaurants you went to, your favorite movies and series, the first concerts you saw in your life, the oldest memories you had of yourself, favorite colors, etc. You learned personal things about each other in an elevator, everything you didn’t learn during these 3 years working together, being next to each other every single day. And Minji was sure that if the security camera was recording everything, it would be possible to see the heart shapes in her eyes while she admired you talking.

“Minji...”

“Yes?”

You were lying next to each other, staring at the lights protected by fences on the ceiling of the elevator. Minji knew it was worth it to stay there, stuck with you. If it was anyone else, she would have already found a way out. But with you, the elevator could even be a pleasant place.

"If you were to stay in this elevator forever, would you be happy to be with me?”

Minji noticed your movement beside her, the eyes looking straight to her face, she swallowed a little bit. She couldn't lie to you, but that question was so... different from all the others. Swallowing again and taking a deep breath, Minji turned her face to yours.

"I'm happy to be you and not anyone else," she finally replied.

All the sincerity in one sentence and whispered in an elevator, your face so close to hers that she could make your foreheads touch if she wanted to. In fact, she did want to. She just couldn't. She remembered Bora's words. 3 years. This is more than just a simple crush.

Using the words of her best friend as a source of strength for what would happen next, Minji turned completely towards you and it seemed that all shyness had managed to get down to the ground floor, leaving only Minji, flesh and blood, to deliver her heart to you.

“I am happy because ... when you push the glass doors, it looks like the Sun itself walking and sitting next to me. When you smile, wishing me a good morning, it's like you're recharging my batteries. Your eyes shine and have so much curiosity, a good curiosity, a desire to know, that delights me.” she felt that her eyes were starting to cry but she wouldn’t stop now, not when she finally had the courage to release all that was overflowing in her heart. "You are beautiful. And you can get more and more beautiful every moment, even when you are stressed when talking to a employee or when you are tired. I've been in love with you since I met you and I never got the courage to even take you to lunch with me. And now we’re here, stuck in an elevator and I’m talking nonstop, which I’ve never done before. But I like you. I really do.”

Minji sat and removed her glasses to clean the lenses that had fogged up. She didn't want to see you now. Who knows what kind of expression would be on your face. Disgust? Indifference? She didn't know which one would be worse to see. But the silence was also suffocating her. I should have been quiet, she thought. I should have let shyness stay and control my tongue for the rest of my life.

"Minji, I..."

With a loud creak, the elevator descended again. Caught off guard and not believing what was happening, when the doors opened on the ground floor you were still sitting.

It looked like nothing had happened. The building's entrance was empty. The elevator voice was working, normally. Was it a prank? Were you on a television program?

Minji got up quickly, picked up her backpack and put the glasses on her face again. She held the door for you to go through but still didn't have the courage to look at your face.

"Minji.", you called again.

“Look, Y/N, I know you don't have the same feelings for me and it's really fine. If you feel disgusted or uncomfortable, I will even ask the boss to change places, I would never want to have- ”

"Minji!", your voice came out in a half scream, drawing her attention to your face, finally. “The things you said... were beautiful. Nobody ever said anything like that to me.”

Minji was holding the backpack strap tightly. She licked her lips and tried to calm her heart that kept churning in her chest and would soon jump out, screaming for your name. Her hands were sweating.

"Do you know why I stayed until later?", you asked Minji, who shook her head. "Just to be with you."

If it was able to see what was going on in Minji's body, you would see complete euphoria. It was an ecstasy of you, a dose so powerful for her that it would make her climb the walls and even fly. The light laugh that came from her lips and the sigh of relief made you smile back.

"I thought you were going to stop talking to me or something," she confessed.

"I would never do that. Really. But, since we went through a very stressful time... diner is on me, okay?”

"Is this a..." nervously, Minji couldn't finish the sentence.

"A date. Post hijacking of crazy elevator. So, what do you say? ”

With a smile from ear to ear, Minji and you headed towards your favorite restaurant that was not far from there. On the way, you held Minji's hand, which made her heart melt even more for you.

Distracted, Minji wouldn't notice that the messages on her phone would be sent and that Siyeon and Bora were super worried about her. They called her cell phone but would never be answered as it was in silent mode and Minji was too busy on a fun date with you. The security guards would have a little trouble, they would get a good scolding from the boss and only later would they realize that two young girls got stuck in the elevator.

And you, unaware of everything around you, started to make everything that you always wanted during those 3 years happen in one night.

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Of The Line (11) (reposted)

Summary: Bucky is captured, Bucky escapes, Bucky is captured again, YN refuses to believe Steve may possibly like her and her alone. REPOSTED FOR LINK

Warnings: bombs, fighting, teasing, swearing. This isn’t edited so…. YEET

Songs: “Atlas: Eight”— Sleeping at last / “Bellbottoms”— The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion / Home- Vince Staples / “3 Nights”- Dominic Fike

Till The End Masterlist / Of The Line Masterlist

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YN’s heart pounded as her fingers flew across the keyboard on her phone, spamming Giovanna and Natasha and hoping— praying to the Gods that they were alive. She could handle them being in a hospital, but been blown to bits was another story entirely. 

To: The Baddest Bitch 

‘ARE YOU ALIVE’

Her hands shook, and she dropped into the chair behind her when she saw the three jumping dots at the bottom of the screen as Giovanna began to reply. Steve heard the movement and rushed around the table, pulling up another seat and leaning forward on his knees. 

“Are they okay?” He asked, and she looked up, both knees bouncing nervously. His hands reached out and settled them both, and she sucked in a breath, finally focussing on the man in front of her. 

“I think so. It think they’re okay.” She let out a rush of air as she spoke and looked back down to her phone. 

From: The Baddest Bitch

‘We’re okay.’ 

Immediately, she pulled the link she had saved from the news articles she had read in the past three minutes and sent them to her. 

To: The Baddest Bitch

‘Did u see this’

Attachment: ‘Officials have released a video of a suspect who they have identified as James Buchanan Barnes…'

Almost immediately, YN’s phone ran and she gave a weak smile to Steve and stood, ignoring the brush of his fingers against her thighs as she walked to the window and answered the phone. 

“What the hell?” Was Giovanna’s immediate statement. YN placed her hand high on the window and leaned against it, pressing her forehead against the warm glass. 

“We’re trying to figure out what happened. Are you okay? How’s Nat?” Her voice was quiet and rushed and worried. 

“We’re fine. Couple of scratches, no concussions, minimal bruising, no extensive damage. We were pretty lucky that Prince T’Challa was so aware fo everything. I lost Natasha in the crowd, but she’s okay.” YN turned to see Steve walking up to her, seemingly under the impression YN would give him he phone. “What’s the plan?” Asked Giovanna. 

“The plan? You know our plans never work. We plan, we get there, all hell breaks loose.” YN replied and she heard her friend laugh before Steve grabbed the phone from YN’s hand. 

“There is no plan. You stay where you are, Stark or so help me.” His voice was strong and it boomed around the room. YN only rolled her eyes and snatched the phone back. 

“You and I both know that line never works with us, Captain.” YN teased, and he glared at her before stalking back to the table where Sharon and Sam were talking. 

“I’l text you anything we discover. When we get coordinates, are we going to expect to make a pitstop in Vienna?” YN said, voice hushed as she turned her back and stared out over the city. Giovanna scoffed and YN smirked. 

“Obviously, Banner. Ciao.” And with that, Giovanna hung up and YN turned, joining Steve’s side and nudging him. 

“So much for that retirement date, huh?” She asked and he looked down at her, sadness filling his eyes and he rested his hand on her back lightly. 

“I’m sorry, Sweetheart. I promise one day, but this—“

“Hey, if Giovanna had been missing for 70 years and I could have the chance to find her again, you bet I’d put everything else on hold. I understand.” She murmured and he offered her a small smile. She shrugged and turned back to the TV. 

“I want sushi. And bowling. Maybe a walk in the park.” She commented, and he chuckled just low enough for her to hear. 

“I’ll give you that and the world once this is over, YN.” He whispered, and she let the shivers from his voice and the baritone in his words travel from the top of her scalp to her tailbone. 

“Also, Gio wants us to pick her up.”

“Absolutely not,” He replied shortly, meaning for his tone to suggest no area of push-back. 

“You can tell her that, then.” She cocked her head, not looking at him but smiling all the same. 

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YN came out of the back of the quintet to the cockpit where Steve and Sam were sitting. She had pulled her stealth suit on and her new leather gloves squeaked as she rested her hands on Steve’s shoulder. 

“What’s he doing in Bucharest, I wonder?” She pondered and was met with no response. Instead, she squeezed Steve’s shoulder hard enough for him o feel it though his armour and wandered back to the seats, curling up beside Giovanna. 

“Why’re you both moping around again?” She asked, coordinating her suits watch. 

“We had a date planned, actually.” YN said casually, and Giovannas head shot up. 

“WHAT?!” She squealed, but immediately hushed her voice. “What? When did this happen?”

“Just after you left us in London. We both realized we’d be civilians and there would be no reason to not try something between us.” YN replied, picking at her nails. 

“So, what’re you going to do?” Giovanna asked eagerly and YN laughed humourlessly. 

“Nothing. We’re going against the law and finding Bucky ourselves. Best case scenario, we’d have to go through months of trials before we could even think about it.” YN grumbled, and rubbed her eyes. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry, YN.”

“Me too. But I get it— I’d do the same thing for you.” She smiled weakly and Giovanna rolled her eyes. 

“You are both too nice and too selfless and I’m actually going to have to curb stomp some sense into both of you, aren’t I?” She asked and YN huffed a laugh. 

“Maybe even shoot us up a little bit. You know how much we need it.”

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“Gio— head up to the seventh floor, I’ll be with you in like, thirty seconds, okay?” YN asked and when YN’s eyes darted over to Steve she nodded in realization. “Stev— Captain, can I have a word?” 

“What’s up?” Steve asked, walking towards her and away from Sam who took that as his cue of dismissal. There was a sound of a rocket blasting off, and Steve and YN were left alone. YN walked up to him and wrapped her fist around the straps of his harness. 

“I just— don’t get your hopes up too high. I know he’s your person, but he may be scared and he might fight or flee—“ She began to ramble, trying to avoid what she wanted to say to him. 

“You’re cute when you ramble, you know that? He cooed and her eyes shot up to his, blushing furiously and shaking his harness nervously, trying to fight the giddy feeling of him openly flirting with her. 

“And—“ she sucked in a breath as she nervously tightened his straps and then loosened them again. “Stay safe. I really need you to be okay at the end of the day.”

When YN looked at him, she was pleased to see that his cheeks were as red as she colours on his shield. He shifted from one foot to the next, and placed his hand on her waist nervously. 

“I’ll do my best, Ma’am.” He said, voice low and just for her to hear. She let herself soften slightly and then before she could get out of her pre-mission headspace, straightened up and backed away. The schoolgirl grin that was on her face only seconds before was quickly replaced by the cockiest smirk he had ever seen her wear, and the say fo her hips as she backed away from him had his uniform feeling suddenly too-tight. 

“You got that right, Captain.”

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To say the fight in the apartment was a disaster would be an understatement. The chase down the stairwell was a grand one, and YN had her breath knocked frothier lungs on more than one occasion as she jumped from landing to landing, chasing the feral, frightened Bucky Barnes to the fifth floor fo the building. 

“Sam, gimme a ride, please!” She shouted as she chased Bucky, Steve and their new friend— someone in a black catsuit— over the edge of the building and onto the freeway beside the adjacent building. She gave him no time to respond, and instead, flung herself off the side of the building spread eagle in hopes that someone would catch her. 

Her prayers were granted by a flying pigeon who seemed to only know English curse words. 

“Fucking hell, YN! You can’t fucking do that without telling me where the hell you are! Are you crazy?” He screamed into his comms as if she couldn’t hear him only two feet away from her. She knew he was yelling so loud into his earpiece so Steve would be able to hear their conversation and she would be reprimanded for it. 

“I have to be crazy to be your friend, Wilson!” She snarked back and he faked dropping her, making her squeal. 

“Drop me and I’ll make you into broth, Chicken!” She snarled and he flew under the roof of the tunnel. 

“I’d link to see you try, Banner! Where do you want me to drop you?” He asked, and she surveyed the cars below her. 

“See that police SUV? Drop me on the roof, I’ll take care of everything else.” She replied and she could almost feel him groan. He did what she asked,, however, and dropped her soundly on the roof. 

The van swerved at the sound of a body hitting them, and she poked her head over the side of it, smiling wildly through the open window at the driver and the officer in his passenger side. 

“I need a ride, do you mind?” She asked, reaching in and opening the door, pulling the seatbelt from the car itself and throwing it and the driver out onto the freeway. She slipped in, gripped the steering wheel, and used her left foot to press the gas, using her right leg to reach up and kick the officer in the jaw hard enough for him to fall unconscious. 

She didn’t bother with a witty one liner, instead swerving the car and righting herself, speeding and weaving cleanly through traffic. 

Soon, she caught sight of Steve, sprinting full speed after Bucky Barnes who was still forty feet in front of him. She pressed her foot harder to the gas, and in not time, she was pulling up beside him, slowing down to keep pace until he looked over at her. 

“Hey, handsome! Need a ride, or something?” She asked, and watched as he almost tripped. She sped up and slowed down on the other side of him, feeling his weight hopping onto the side of the vehicle before the passenger side door was ripped off, making her jump. 

“Was that necessary?” She asked, still keeping her eyes on the road. Steve looked as if he was about to throw the officer from his seat and onto the road, but decided instead to throw him into the backseat where he remained silent and unconscious. 

“What the hell did you do to him?” He asked, gripping the handle of the roof as she drove quickly and recklessly, making his heart settle in his throat. 

“I just kicked him in the face.” She stated, jerking the wheel and slamming the side of the car into a van that had just pulled up to her side, shattering her window and making glass fly across the SUV. 

“Fuck!” She swore and turned into the van harder until it spun out and was left in a cloud of burnt rubber smoke. 

“Where the hell did you learn how to drive like this?!” Steve screamed, shouting as she burst through the sandbags dividing the median. 

“Florida!” She replied, smiling over at him quickly before looking forward and seeing Bucky just up ahead. Just as she was about to pull up on him, his gate stuttered as a motorbike approached, and YN watched with her jaw on the floor as he grabbed the bikes handle, jumped, spun the bike in the air, landed on it, and sped off at 100 miles an hour. 

“Holy shit that was—“ YN half-moaned into the comms, and Giovanna cut her off. 

“The hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen?” She finished. YN made a noise of agreement and pressed the gas pedal to the floor. 

“That’s going into the Kleenex Files.” She stated and Giovanna let out a crow of laughter. Steve, able to put one and two together, coughed awkwardly and YN looked over at him sheepishly. 

“Sorry, Cap.” She smiled and he only shook his head. She pressed the ‘off’ button on her comm and looked over at Steve as she spun in a diagonal 360 circle to avoid the police car barricade halfway through the tunnel. She heard Steve swear as she straightened out and caught up to Bucky. 

“Just so you know, Cap— Bucky has nothing on you in my Kleenex Files.” She crooned and winked and pressed the ‘on’ button to her comm system before he could pick his jaw up from the floor. 

“You’re gonna catch flies, Rogers.” She chided and reached over, shutting his mouth with a click and preening under his shock. 

“Can you both stop talking dirty for one second while we chase Steve’s best friend?” Sam shouted into the mic. “I also have a tail! Can someone his this crazy cat man off my foot, please?” He shouted, ands prayers were answered but he rose gold and pearl body of armour that was Giovanna. 

YN pulled her gaze from Steve in time to see the bridge collapse due to an explosion— likely from Bucky who was already on the other side. YN pulled the e-brake quickly and the SUV skidded sideways to the wall fo falling rubble and as if Steve could read her mind, he launched himself from the car, through the rubble and after Bucky who was now grounded by the Cat-Man. 

YN pulled the E-Brake off and sped forward cutting off some of the arriving police cars and watching in horror as officers slammed Bucky to the ground, cuffing him immediately and pulling guns on Steve, Giovanna, Sam and the new guy. Soon, Rhodey joined the Force, holding his palms out to his friends and waiting as YN was pulled roughly from the car and slammed down beside Bucky, heavy metal cuffs constricting her movement immediately. Her face was smushed to the hard concrete as she listened to Steve and Giovanna scream for her release, but not daring to move due to the guns pointed at their temples. 

“Congratulations, Captain— you and your pals are criminals.” 

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 The cuffs on YN’s wrists were irritating, but at least her hands were in front of her and at least she wasn’t framed for boxing the UN and was shoved into a glass cage. 

Things could be worse. 

“YOU’RE A CRIMINAL?” Tony Stark screamed as they entered the offices where he and Natasha were waiting for them. His eyes were livid behind his red sunglasses and they were dead set on Giovanna who looked less than remorseful. 

“Better than a coward.” She snarled back and YN raised her eyebrows, twisting her wrists absently. Steve shifted from one foot to the other nervously and leaned into YN to whisper in her ear. 

“If we retired we wouldn’t have this kind of entertainment.” He murmured and YN, despite their current situation, bit her lip to repress a chuckle. 

“As if they’d leave us alone for a second.” She replied and he nudged her playfully. YN looked away from him and warmth still in her eyes, looked at Natasha who was watching the exchange with a little smile on her face. She offered YN a small nod and looked down to her hands. Immediately, Natasha’s eyebrows furrowed and she looked at the armed guards behind the group. 

“Why the hell is she in cuffs, huh?” She growled, calling attention to herself and YN who looked at the ground and tried to make herself smaller. She knew the reason— she was dangerous. It was in her nature to be dangerous, apparently. 

“She’s a—“

“I don’t give a damn what you think she is.” Natasha growled, taking steps towards the guard who had been stupid enough to speak. “Uncuff her. Now.”

“Yes ma’am.” He repleid, his voice and hands shaking as he slid the key into YN’s handcuffs and pulling her free. She rubbed her wrists almost immediately, purple bruises appearing int he metals absence. She understood— law enforcement could be a little… overzealous sometimes. 

After she had been freed, Steve had been beckoned away from YN who sat beside a stewing Giovanna and awkward Sam— surprisingly, it had been his first time with a front row seat to a Stark Fight. 

“Wild, hey?” YN asked, pulling Giovanna closer and smiling up at Sam. 

“Like real life Kardashians.”

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“You know you shouldn’t have done this, right? He’s your dad, babe.” YN cooed and rested her head against Giovanna’s as she watched Tony and Steve talking int he soundproof office int he middle fo the room. They had been waiting a while, now and the more Steve sat in the room with Tony, the more agitated he got, and the more YN had to squeeze her thighs together at his darkened expression. 

“Not only would you guys be having all the anti-governemtn fun without me, but Dad’s been a real jerk about it and frankly, the Accords aren’t something I believe in.” Giovanna muttered back and YN patted her thigh. 

“They’re not even logical, Bubba.” She whispered back and Giovanna giggled into her shoulder. 

Just as Giovanna and YN settled down and closed their eyes for a pre-incarceration nap, the lights turned out, red safety lights filling the room and a siren blaring somewhere in the building. 

Tony had left the room already, which lead Sharon to lead Steve out of the glass office and over to Giovanna, Sam and YN. 

“Sub-level 5, we got to go.” She rushed, not even offering any of them a smile as she handed YN a gun. “Go with Steve, I’ll take Gio downstairs to find out what’s going on.”

Before Sharon could turn and run after Giovanna, YN caught her arm and stared hard at Sharon. 

“You better watch her six, Sharon or so help me God.”

“You take care of Steve.” She said back, eyebrow raised in challenge. YN glared hard at her and let go, sprinting after Sam and Steve and shoving the gun in the belt of her jeans she had changed in to. 

The floor was quiet when the three of them arrived. No sirens, no voices, just flashing lights. There was a sound of someone shuffling on the ground followed by a weak ‘help me’, and without hesitation, YN started forward with Steve hot on her heels. 

They saw the therapist on the floor, moving like some wounded child and YN watched as Steve lifted him from the ground and slammed him into the wall hard enough to make all the air rush out of the therapists lungs. 

God, if only that were her. 

“What do you want?” Steve growled— a low baritone sound that made YN’s head spin. The therapist caught his breath and looked from Steve, to YN, to Sam and then to a point on the far wall by the door and smirked. 

“To see an empire fall.”

Suddenly, Sam was thrown across the room by some dark, hulking figure who wasted no time in stomping over to YN and throwing a hard punch. Bucky. It was Bucky. No. 

She dodged it quickly, hadn’t shooting to the small of her back to grab her gun. She aimed a kick at the soldiers ribs which landed soundly and then dodged a slap from he metal arm to punch him quickly int he throat. The hit only seemed to aggravate him, however, and he grew more aggressive. His hits became stronger, and more precise and it wasn’t until he faked a kick that YN was hit square int he cheekbone by the metal arm— not enough to kill, but possibly enough to break. 

She landed on the ground with a hard thud, head bouncing and YN could feel her nose begin to gush blood almost on contact. She watched through slow blinks the fight between Steve and Bucky. Steve managed to keep up easily enough— through angry cries that made YN’s heart swell to grunts as his punch landed particularly hard. Her blinks slowed even more so, and it wasn’t long until Yn watched as Steve was thrown against the elevator shaft. She wanted to cry out when he finally fell down the shaft, but she found herself unable to. 

Steve was gone. And YN closed her eyes, and slept. 

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“YN, Sweetheart, wake up.” She heard distantly. /Sweetheart/. That’s what Steve called her. She opened her eyes and moaned, fighting the urge to throw up when the pounding of her migraine made her brain feel like processed food. 

“Steve?” She slurred, and looked around. Her eyes landed not on a light grey shirt, but on a dark grey one, and the voice was deeper and smoother. 

“Not quite, honey.” Sam said, pushing her hair from her face with a soft hand. YN hummed and leaned into the touch. 

“Steve’s dead, isn’t he?” She whispered and his eyebrows raised. 

“I don’t think so?” 

“He fell down the elevator shaft, though.” She mumbled, thoughts still jumbled and messy. 

“No, he’s okay. I know where he and Bucky are. Giovanna is on her way there. We gotta go, Honey.” He whispered, pulling her arm around his neck and helping her to her feet. She moaned in pain and leaned into him. 

“Remind me to never get in the way of his metal hand again, okay?”

“You got it. Your face looks like Barney’s beauty routine.”

“Thanks, asshole.”

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Giovanna had sat her down on the floor immediately after seeing the purple blossoming on YN’s face and the blood still heavily dripping from her nose. She did a quick medical exam to the best of her ability, and was able to rule out a concussion or any fractures. 

“He must have pulled his punch— you’re lucky.” She said, turning off the flashlight on her phone and placing it in her pocket. 

“And are you okay?” YN checked in, not able to tear her eyes from the black bruise swelling on Giovanna’s neck. It looked suspiciously like a handprint, but YN did her best to mind her own business. It wasn’t Bucky who hurt her best friend— she had no grounds to walk over there right now and kid him in the nuts. 

“Fine.” She replied shortly. Steve walked in then, talking into YN’s phone he had borrowed and saying a fond-sounding farewell to whoever was not he other line. He hung up, and walked over to the girls and handed YN her phone back. 

“Thank you, YN. I’m gonna fix this, I promise. Gio, do you have some ice?” He asked, reaching out and touching YN’s swelled cheekbone softly. YN held back a wince, and tried her best to smile at him reassuringly. She was sure it looked more like a pained grimace, but Steve seemed to relax at the motion. 

“Yeah, I’ll just pull it out of my ass, Rogers. Gimme a second.” Giovanna mocked, slapping his hand away from YN’s face. YN could see how tired Giovanna was, and shook her head at Steve when he opened his mouth to reply. He looked at YN, instead and lowered his head in a nod before walking over to where Sam had called for him. 

YN looked down at her phone and she could have thrown it across the room when she saw who he had phoned. 

Sharon Carter.

“What if he likes her more than me?” Yn mumbled, picking at her nails sullenly. Giovanna scoffed and took the phone away from her. 

“What if he didn’t look at you like you pulled the sun out of your ass do you mean? He likes you, get over yourself.” She muttered and sat back against the wall while the boys talked. 

“She’s closer to his age. She’s a little more badass— don’t look at me like that, we both know she’s super cool. And she’s related to his first great love. What more could he want.” YN grumbled and Giovanna wanted nothing more than to actually punch her best friend’s other cheekbone in that very second. 

“You’re so stupid, holy shit. He likes you, okay? And she’s Peggy’s great-niece. How weird would that be? Get over yourself and realize he loves you. This isn’t some high school bullshit, YN.” Giovanna scolded and YN could only stare at her hands gloomily. 

“Kay.” She replied simply and Giovanna bumped their shoulders. 

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

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It was only hours after they had set up camp int he warehouse that YN, Steve, Bucky, Giovanna and Sam were huddled in buggy that was most certainly not meant for more than three medium sized people. YN was sat in the front seat (at Steve’s request. Giovanna gave her a look that said ‘i told you so’) and she was ready for the world to collapse any god damn second. 

Steve and Sharon stood in front of them, smiling and laughing at each other as she risked her career getting them all their suits and weapons and gear for Moscow. 

“They’re standing too close.” She grumbled and all she heard was two amused huffs. 

“You two stand closer together.” Giovanna said.

“Look at the way he looks at her.” She replied.

“He looks at you like you could kill a baby and he’d still be wrapped around your finger.” Sam chided. 

“I can’t believe this.” YN muttered, sinking further into the seat and Giovanna groaned for what seems like the thirtieth time that day. 

“Will you stop pouting, bitch?”

“Look at them! They’re getting closer! Didn’t you say they went on two dates or something? Oh my god, they’re going to kiss I can’t look.” She rushed, covering her eyes with her fingers but still peaking through them. 

“Sei una testa di cazzo.” Giovanna mumbled and it was Bucky this time that chuckled. YN adjusted the rearview mirror to glare at her best friend. 

“Just because you know one more language than me doesn’t mean you ca use it to be mean, okay?” She grumbled and Giovanna giggled, turning her head into Bucky’s shoulder. “I know that was an insult. You’re a whore.” She bit and Giovanna seems to laugh more. 

“Non ho mai detto di no.” Giovanna grinned wolfishly and YN rolled her eyes, flipping her off through the mirror. 

“Are you and Steve dating?” Wondered Bucky and YN choked on her own spit, making Sam and Giovanna howl with laughter. 

“Do I look like his girlfriend?!” YN snapped defensively. Bucky raised his eyebrows, reading the room and knowing by Sam and Giovanna’s (pretty) laugh he shouldn’t take her grumpiness personally. 

“Yeah.” Sam giggled, and Giovanna snorted. Bucky looked down at her fondly— a look that didn’t pass by YN herself. 

“You sound like his girlfriend, that’s for sure.” Giovanna chortled. 

“Juu ya punda wako.” YN cursed at her and she only roared with laughter again. 

“It’s a very, very long story, but yeah— both of them want to bone the shit out of each other.” Giovanna wiped tears from her eyes. 

“Bone?” Giovanna looked up at Bucky and YN watched as her face melted for him. A soft, glow-y smile spread across her face and a faint blush rose to her cheeks, making YN blink in surprise. Giovanna Stark never blushed. 

“Bumpin’ uglies, man. Doing the deed. Bam-bam in the ham. Horizontal tango. Hanky Panky.” Sam listed off all the names for sex he could on each of his fingers and YN turned away from them, folding her arms against her chest and pouting. “Even tin-man can see it, and he’s been here for three seconds.” 

“He and Sharon are friends, YN. I promise.” Giovanna said sudden serious. “Plus she’s been pining after Maria for like, two years now?”

YN turned her head so fast that she was sure her nose began to bleed again. 

“What did you just say?”

“Are you shitting me? You didn’t see that coming!” Sam laughed, holding his stomach through peels of laughter. YN turned back to look at Sharon then, and her jaw dropped when Steve picked up all the gear and leaned down so Sharon could kiss his cheek sweetly. 

“See?! What the fuck was that?” YN stage-whispered. “Lesbian my ass.” 

Steve walked around the car swiftly as Sharon pulled out of the parking garage, slamming their trunk and then getting into the car again. YN picked her nails, appearing to seem nonchalant while everyone in the car knew that it was a nervous tick of hers. 

“What’s with all the whispering?” She asked casually. Steve looked at her as he buckled up his seatbelt and put the car in reverse. 

“Stuff.” He placed his hand on the back of YN’s headrest and he leaned over to see out of the back window. He intentionally closed in on YN slightly and smiled softly to himself as she shifted nervously. 

“And she wanted Maria’s number.” He stated simply and put the car in drive, speeding down the ramp and out onto the street. 

Oh, if Giovanna could get her phone she’d set YN’s expression as her wallpaper for the next eighteen years. 

[softlunars]

together.

part II to 60 things. — alone.

requested: [yes!] and then i went off the rails!!

(a/n): i am eternally sorry for constantly being on mobile which means like,,,, no links HHHHHH i got no excuses other than i’m too lazy to use html to get the purple text,,,, i’ll start posting w my laptop one day

you don’t really know what you expected – for jisung to instantly realize you heard him; for him to spam your phone with texts or calls or something. but two weeks have come and gone, and jisung hasn’t contacted you at all.

after you ran home and buried yourself in your bed, you thought the pain would subside. that you’d be able to start functioning again quickly. that you’d be fine within a couple days.

sadly, that wasn’t the case.

you found yourself staying in bed most days; the farthest you walked was to the kitchen. even that stopped, soon enough. your appetite decreased day by day, until you barely ate anything more than an apple once a day.

the tears that seemed to decorate your face everyday slowly died down, too. the only emotion you felt – well, you didn’t feel anything. if anything, you were comparable to a shell – empty, existing with no real purpose.

you looked at the calendar on your phone, trying to get a grasp on the time that’s passed. saturday. a dry laugh left your lips at that.

saturdays were almost ritualistic for you and jisung. he’d pick you up from your apartment, a single flower in hand, before grabbing your hand and dragging you out the door to some unknown place. usually, it was a small cafe, a bookshop, anything that offered a quiet, serene atmosphere. those were the days you looked forward to the most.

spontaneously, you pushed yourself up, slinging your feet off the bed. you paused for a second before standing up.

maybe jisung wouldn’t be at your side today, but you decided to carry on the tradition you grew to anticipate with excitement.

was it unhealthy? maybe so, but you needed to get out of the house one day. why not do it on a day you usually stayed out until nightfall?

you found the time you spend getting ready passing by in a blur. your body seemed to move on its own – brushing your hair, grabbing at clothes that lay untouched in your closet, picking a pair of worn shoes. before you could really understand it, you had walked out of your apartment.

the sun shone brightly down on you as a soft breeze blew past your face. spring was still in full effect, you noted. the hydrangea bushes near your complex had fully blossomed, the grass was almost a neon green, and small wildflowers freckled the ground. it was beautiful. just like it always was.

the scene brought a smile to your face as you made your way to the sidewalk, which still sported the beautiful petals you loved. you took in the environment surrounding you, basking in the beauty that spring always brought.

you soon found yourself at a small cafe a few blocks down the road. the strong smell of coffee and freshly baked pastries invaded your senses. you let yourself get overwhelmed by the scents before stepping inside.

a bell sounded as the door opened, leading some people to glance at you. you avoided their gazes, walking toward the counter.

you asked for your usual order – a caramel iced coffee with a muffin – before taking a seat at a vacant table.

you didn’t really pay attention to your surroundings as you waited to hear your name be called. therefore, it came as more than a little shock when you heard the chair facing you scrape against the wooden floor.

startled, your head shot up to look at the person in front of you. regret immediately ensnared your mind.

jisung sat in front of you, his elbows resting on the table. he had a soft grin on his face, and his eyes looked as if they sparkled. the sun that entered the cafe through a large window nearby hit jisung perfectly. his skin glowed and the chestnut brown of his hair shined, making your heart thump as you looked at him.

he broke the silence first. “hey.”

your throat started to close in on itself, almost as if it were warning you not to utter a word. your hands found their way together, fingers nervously fiddling with one another. “hi.”

jisung immediately questioned you as soon as a greeting left your lips. “why have you been avoiding me?”

you must have looked shocked, since jisung started to elaborate on his question. “you haven’t texted, or called, or visited me at practice, or – or anything. did something happen? did i do something?”

at that, you scoffed. your eyes dropped down to your conjoined hands as you answered him. “yes, jisung. you did do something.” you let out an annoyed laugh before continuing.

“i heard you talk about me two weeks ago, when you were resting or whatever during practice. you said a lot of hurtful shit, jisung. that’s why i’ve been avoiding you. i didn’t want to annoy you further.”

jisung let out a sigh once you finished talking. his head dropped briefly to the palms of his hands, rubbing his eyes slightly before he looked back up.

“(y/n), i am so, so sorry for what i said that day. i – i don’t have any excuses, and i know what i said was outright shitty.” jisung took a deep breath before continuing.

“i don’t expect you to forgive me for what i said, and i definitely don’t expect you to forgive me for not trying to talk to you myself. but,” another breath, “i love you. yeah, there’s days where i do get frustrated at you, but that doesn’t lessen my love for you one bit.”

“i love your wittiness, and how you make me laugh, even after a long day. i love how caring you are, and how you still worry over me, even when you’ve had a bad day. i love how i can tell you love me through everything you do for me. most of all, i love you. and i’m so sorry i hurt you.”

as jisung finished his spiel, tears started to fall down your cheeks. you quickly attempted to wipe them away so jisung’s mind wouldn’t begin to spiral. said boy beat you to it, reaching over to delicately wipe at your cheeks. his lips curled into a sad smile as he let his hand linger on your face. how much he regrets saying such vicious things – to someone he loves to the ends of the earth.

“i—“ you hiccuped before continuing. “—i forgive you.” jisung’s eyes widened with shock, but you could see the sparkle returning to them.

“thank you baby, i love you so—“

you cut him off, furrowing your eyebrows and playfully glaring at him.

“you’re buying me food for three months.”

“oh, come on, angel!”

[daeguverse]

Look up at the stars, I’m one of them.

Summary:

“Namjoon.”

“What?”

“You broke the transmitter again.”

“What?!”

“Yeah you screwed us and the couple hundred people who were tuning in to us.”

Namjoon stood up. “We don’t have any spare parts?”

“Dipshit we used up the spare parts from the last time you broke the transmitter!”

“Oh.”

**

Basically a post-apocalyptic AU where the boys try to survive.

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Chapter 1

Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Today consisted of scattered acid rain throughout the day, which is expected to continue well into the night. We recommend staying in shelter to avoid the weather. Remember, the water is not safe. If anyone is listening, our coordinates are at 37.5° North, 127° East. As always, wander safely. Now, about bomb safety...

Jungkook rummaged through the wooden desk. A couple of souvenirs, some papers from God knows when, and a hell of a lot of dust. He sighed as he glanced around lazily, taking note of the upturned furniture and broken glass littering the floor. He figured some other wanderers had already beaten him to this house, had taken all of the food and water. Great. He opened the last drawer and rummaged some more.

“Huh. Who knew I was gonna find this today.”

Jungkook smiled softly. Cassette tapes filled the drawer to the brim. He grabbed one and held it up to his lips, blowing the dust away. Some of the tapes looked homemade while others looked more professional, but it didn’t matter to Jungkook. He grabbed a handful, placed them in his rucksack, stood up, took the small radio off the floor, and placed it on top of the desk.

“And remember, ladies and gentlemen, if you see a bright flash of light, duck and cover!”

He paused the radio and placed the cassette inside. After a couple seconds of silence, a few singing voices echoed throughout the building. Jungkook grinned. He turned the volume up, grabbed the radio, and walked towards the entrance of the house. The only sounds being the women’s calm voices and Jungkook’s footsteps. He reached the door and turned the knob.

“...then tell him that his lonesome nights are over. Sandman, I'm so alone...“

~~~~~

Jimin rubbed the stick between his palms faster, causing a thin trail of smoke to form. The friction between his hands hurt, but he could smell the dry grass burning. He didn’t think this was going to work, granted he was never taught how to make a fire in school, but from the smoke forming and the smell, he had a pretty good feeling about it. He just needed to keep going, just a little faster until—

A flame.

“Woah, Taehyung! Bring the paper, quickly!”

The other boy dropped the rocks he had been carrying and disappeared into a small hut, only to reapper with a handful of papers. He ran up to Jimin, who was blowing softly against the flame.

“Oh my gosh, you actually did it!” Taehyung exclaimed. He dropped a small sheet into the fire, and immediately it grew bigger. The two boys grinned.

“Finally,” Taehyung said, “we can actually heat up our food and water.” He grabbed the rocks that he dropped previously and circled them around the fire while Jimin opened a black backpack.

“Which one do you want?”

Taehyung peered into the bag, pursed his lips, and reached inside to grab a can labeled “SPAM”.

“Aww I wanted that one!”

“Too bad I already picked it out.”

“But I told you when we got it that I was gonna save it for myself!”

Taehyung grabbed the backpack from Jimin, and took out a small skillet.

“We’ll split it in half then, okay?”

Taehyung fed sticks into the fire. He then placed the skillet in between the rock formation and opened the can of spam. He plopped it onto the skillet.

“Taehyung! You have to cut it first! You can’t just cook it like that.”

“Well why not? It’s gonna have to cook either way!”

Jimin grabbed his pocket knife and stuck it into the fire a few seconds before pulling it out and cutting the spam into thin strips.

“Listen, if you’re going to do something, do it right. Go get some water while this starts to cook,” ordered Jimin.

Taehyung pouted. “We’re the same age, but you’re bossing me around. Why can’t you go get the water this time?”

Jimin sighed and stopped cutting. “You know what?” Jimin stood up. “Fine. I’ll go get the water and you’ll cook the spam. If it burns or turns out bad, it’s not my fault, okay?”

Before giving Taehyung a chance to speak, Jimin turned around, grabbed their water bucket, and walked towards the lake. It wasn’t far, about a two minute walk from their set up. But that didn’t stop Jimin from mumbling under his breath with gritted teeth. Why didn’t Taehyung know how to do anything? Jimin was the one who built the hut, who started the fire, who cooked, and Taehyung just stands there, doing nothing productive. Jimin arrived at the lake, and he dipped the bucket into the water, immediately filling it up. The lake was clear, to the point where the rocks at the very bottom could be seen. But he knew that it wasn’t safe. Radiation clings to water like a magnet, or so he was told. But he didn’t tell Taehyung that. He didn’t want Taehyung to worry. Because even though Tae might be a pain in the neck and not know how to do much, that boy sure does know how to worry. And, Jimin thought, Taehyung shouldn’t have to worry about more things. He’s already worried about whether there‘d be enough food for the week, and is terrified of letting Jimin down, not to mention his fear of finding rogue wanderers. Honestly all Jimin wanted was for the boy to feel at least some peace. He deserved it, even if he was annoying sometimes. Jimin took a deep breath and listened. No noise other than rustling of leaves.

Wait.

No noise other than leaves? Usually the faint cries of insects could be heard in the background. But not now. Jimin’s stomach dropped. Carefully, he lowered the bucket onto the ground, and got on all fours, careful not to make a sound. The grass was tall, which was not exactly bad, but not good either. He won’t be seen, but he wouldn’t be able to see that far either. Shit. He wanted to run, everything in his body burned for him to run away, to get out of this space. But Jimin knew he needed to control himself. Running meant motion, noise. Creating noise... no. He needed to do the opposite of that. Go quietly.

So, Jimin did just that. On all fours, he crawled.

~~~~~

The only sounds Seokjin heard came from under the soles of his shoes as he walked, leaves crunching with each step he took. His grip tightened around the compass he held as he walked. It felt like he would never stop walking. He couldn’t. Not when he knew his older brother was out there somewhere, fighting to stay alive. They promised they would meet in Seoul, and Seokjoong never breaks his promises. But it was difficult for Seokjin being alone. Getting food and water was important, yes, but those things weren’t priorities. Finding Seokjoong came first. That was a given, especially after what happened when he and his brother separated.

They had been crammed into a bus, practically on each other’s laps, confused, and surrounded by other people equally cramped. Seokjin felt like he was suffocating. It reaked of sweat and dirt, and a child screamed somewhere in the back. Luckily he and Seokjoong were sitting down, unlike those unfortunate enough to have to stand. Seokjin glanced at his brother.

“Seokjoong, why do you keep looking at that?”

“I think,” Seokjoong hesitated, “we’re going to Osan...”

“Osan?”

Seokjin knew his brother. From the way he studied the map and compass, looking out the window every couple of minutes, then back at the map, he sensed his brother’s anxiety. Seokjoong rubbed the back of his head.

“You know they said we’re being taken to Seoul, right?” Seokjin replied, with a nervous laugh at the end. Seokjoong didn’t say anything. Instead, he looked forward at the bus driver, lips forming a straight line.

“Seokjoong?”

“I don’t trust this. I have a bad feeling.”

There wasn’t exactly much that Seokjin, or Seokjoong for that matter, could do. The bus practically overflowed with people, sitting and standing. The two brothers sat towards the front, close to the door, but with this amount of people, actually getting to the door from their position would mean having to trample everyone in front of them. And they sat too far from the emergency exit to have that as an option. Seokjin felt trapped. And if Seokjoong didn’t trust wherever they were being taken, neither did Seokjin.

“Well uh,” Seokjin said, swallowing a lump in his throat, “what do you want to do?”

Seokjin couldn’t read his brother’s expression. Seokjoong’s face looked oddly calm, his brows that were furrowed a couple minutes earlier were now relaxed. His jaw unclenched, the crinkles in his forehead erased. But his lips remained in that straight line. Seokjoong leaned into Seokjin’s ear.

“I’m not saying this to scare you, but I have a bad feeling for when we get off the bus. I feel like wherever we are going won’t be good. Just hold on to me and don’t say a word, okay?”

Seokjin felt his face go cold. He never heard his brother speak that way before, in such a low, serious tone. Seokjoong had always been playful, relaxed, go-with-the-flow. But seeing Seokjoong like this made warning signals go off in Seokjin’s mind. He wondered what made his brother so skeptical about the situation. Yes, they were shoved into a bus, yes maybe the amount if people here might not be considered “ideal,” but they were told they were being taken to Seoul. That it‘s safer there. Seokjin gave his brother a confused face, and his brother sighed.

“If we were actually going to Seoul, we would’ve gotten there already. We’ve been here for half an hour when we should’ve gotten there 15 minutes ago.”

Almost if on cue, the bus stopped.

“Everyone,” the bus driver announced through the speakers, “please exit the bus in an orderly fashion and wait outside for further instructions.”

The bus doors opened and, as expected, people pushed each other to get out first. Seokjin clutched onto his brother’s arm.

“Seokjoong!”

“Just sit here and let them go first.”

People shoved and yelled, each trying to leave before the other. It felt surreal, like a scene out of a movie. But Seokjin held onto his older brother. It didn’t take long for everyone to exit, and Seokjoong stood up and lead Seokjin outside. They had stopped in front of a brick building.

“Seokjoong...”

“Shh, just take this.”

Seokjoong discreetly handed his younger brother the map he held before, along with a small compass. Seokjin scrunched his brows together and opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the bus driver again, this time holding up a megaphone.

“Everyone standing here is going to be taken inside for a physical examination, to ensure public health and safety. Please, calmly follow me.”

Seokjin felt his heart pound and glanced at his brother. Seokjoong bit his lips and ran a hand through his hair as they were lead inside the small one-story building.

“I have a feeling,” Seokjin said, hesitating, “that we aren’t going to have physicals in there.”

Seokjoong lowered his voice. “Stand behind me.”

Seokjin felt his breath hitch in his throat. He clenched his jaw and tightened his grip on Seokjoong’s shirt. Seokjoong turned around. “I know you’re scared, but don’t worry. I won’t let anything hurt you.”

“Okay,” Seokjin said, his voice trembling slightly. Seeing Seokjoong’s face go soft for him gave Seokjin comfort. He slowly lessened his grip and let go of his older brother’s shirt.

They were led into the building, the inside being a wide area, taking up the entire space. The lights were dim and yellow, the floors grimey and wooden and creaked under every person’s step. Seokjoong’s eyes widened as he stared at the ceiling. He turned to Seokjin.

“Listen. When I give you the cue, you run out of here, go as fast as you can and don’t look back.” Seokjin opened his mouth to protest, but Seokjoong cut him off. “Run until you can’t anymore, and then make your way to Seoul. We’ll meet there, I promise. Just use the map and the compass.” Seokjin couldn’t even argue, because on that note, Seokjoong turned and sprinted to the front of the crowd. He shoved his way towards the bus driver, and grabbed the man’s shirt and kicked him in his gut, causing him to double over. People gasped, but Seokjoong grabbed the megaphone out of the bus driver’s grip.

“We’re going to die here! Don’t you see above you? They’ll gas us! Run!”

Seokjin’s eyes widened. People ran all around him, and he tried looking for his brother. Seokjin pushed people, making his way to the front. He found Seokjoong and they locked eyes. Other men appeared, wearing gas masks and holding guns. One of them detained Seokjoong. But Seokjoong didn’t protest. Instead, he smiled, and nodded to Seokjin. The cue. That was the cue. Tears welled in his eyes as he turned around, screaming and running out of the building, dodging everyone around him while clutching onto the map and compass. He didn’t know where he was going. He just ran, like Seokjoong told him to. He ran despite having tears blurring his vision, despite hearing shots in the background, despite the burn in his legs. He ran only because of one thing.

Seokjoong never breaks his promises.