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[welldonebeca]

You Came Back to Me (1)

Summary: On the anniversary of 20 years of their first date, Rhaenyra and Daemon remember it in a very nice way. (Set in August 2024) Warnings: Modern AU. Fluff. Smut. Married Daemyra.

Enjoy Modern Targaryens? Check my 'Keeping Up With the Targaryens' series.

Daemon’s mind was already on next year’s celebration.

Rhaenyra had just turned 39, so next year they needed to have something significant. They had to invite the whole family, get some side entertainment for the kids... of course, Daemon’s gift to her would have to be the biggest so far.

August was a very important month for them. They’d had their legal marriage just days before Rhaenyra’s birthday, and today was the anniversary of their first real date together. Of course, they didn’t celebrate all of these events individually. Their real marriage, in front of the gods, was in July, and their date was a sweet memory. They were much too busy to do something about it when they’d just celebrated Rhaenyra’s birthday.

“Daddy!” Joff called. “Can we listen to Bluey music?”

Daemon looked at the kids through the rearview mirror.

“Of course.” he confirmed.

‘Bluey music’ was their term for classical music. If there was anything Daemon was grateful for in that dog show, it was how it actually taught his kids to enjoy classical music. It was unexpected, but it was nice. He started 'The Planets' from the car playlist – they had just paused it on 'Mercury'. It was a pleasant surprise to realise his young sons had introduced him to Gustav Holst.

Daemon hoped a little bit that of them was musically inclined, but so far no one had asked for anything, and they just liked listening to the pieces.

He chuckled when Joff and Eggy tried to mimic different instruments with their voices, as adorably off-key as kids tended to be. They had already dropped Viserys at preschool first, the building much closer to their home than the boys’ elementary school. They were all run by the same board, but somehow everything was apart.

Something something phases, something something stage…

At least it worked well. The kids were quite independent and curious and eager to learn more.

Of course, all of this also meant that they were officially in a house with no children from nine in the morning to two in the afternoon for the first time since… well, since forever!

Daemon had married Rhaenyra when Joff was a few months old, and by the time he was off to preschool, they had Eggy; and by the time Eggy was off to preschool, they had Viserys! A silent day at their house existed exactly once – when their older kids were in Westeros, and they were making Aegon.

But here he was, dropping off the last two kids before going home to work in a house with no children. The sound of his phone ringing made him frown a bit.

Rhaenyra?

He pressed the button on the panel screen.

“Hello,” he greeted her.

“Are we in the car?” his wife asked sweetly.

That made him smile a little bit.

“We are,” he confirmed. “Is this an extended goodbye to the little dragons?”

“Mama!” the boys echoed.

“Hello, my little dragons,” Rhaenyra greeted them happily. “Just calling to say I hope you have the best day at school today! Listen to your teachers and play nicely with your friends, and remember that Mama loves you very much.”

“We will, Mama!” Joff and Eggy chorused.

“I might pick you up later today,” she told them. “And we can play games in the car, what do you think?”

The boys agreed very loudly and very excitedly.

Daemon parked up.

“Alright, we’re in school grounds,” he announced. “Say bye to mama.”

“Bye, mama!”

“Goodbye, my sweet boys,” she answered back. “I love you!”

“We love you!”

Daemon got them out of the car quickly, and the teacher’s assistant was already by the door, waiting for them.

“Goodbye, goodbye, have a nice day,” he gave them their backpacks. “I love you, don’t break any bones.”

They walked off, and he watched them go before getting into the car, and he’d just closed the door when he heard his wife’s voice again.

“I suppose we are alone now?” she asked, the warmth maternal tone of her voice gone now.

Daemon raised his eyebrows.

“As alone as we can be in a moving car,” he lowered the volume. “Is anything wrong?”

Had anything happened in the family that the kids couldn’t know?

“Well...” his wife dragged the word. “I…”

He waited, raising his eyebrows as he drove off.

“You?”

“I was just seeing some pictures,” his wife spoke, a little bit dismissive. “Old pictures.”

Daemon frowned. Pictures?

“Our wedding pictures?” he asked.

They had just celebrated their 9th anniversary. That was a bit of time ago, though he wouldn’t really think of them as ‘old pictures’.

“No,” she dragged the word. “A bit… older.”

His frown deepened. Was she breathless?

“From when?” he asked, looking out to the street before making a turn.

His wife let out a little sight and his whole body became alerted.

He knew that little sound of hers.

But… that couldn’t be.

“When we went to the club...” she sighed so lazily, and her voice slightly. “My love.”

A moan. A delicious moan over his phone.

“Rhaenyra,” he tightened his hands on the steering wheel. “What are you doing?”

She let out a mixture of a moan and laugh that travelled down straight into his cock, already hardening up from hearing her.

“You asked me the same thing, uncle,” she moaned, and he bit down his lip, looking around the road.

He was fucking far from home, what did she think she was doing?

Daemon pressed his foot down on the speed pedal, dodging a couple of cars.

“What are you doing, Rhaenyra?” she moaned. “And you remember what I said? I need you, uncle.”

He stiffened completely.

Fuck, how could he ever forge that fucking day?

It was what had put in his mind the idea of taking her out, that call.

“I need you,” she pleaded on the other side of the line, like she'd done before. “Uncle, please?”

It was the biggest temptation of his life, not crossing that stupid corridor and locking himself in his room to give in to the endless desire he had for her, not break the vow he’d made to himself about not tainting her with his wickedness.

But she was his wife now, and she could be just as wicked as Daemon was.

“You better not be doing what I think you’re doing, my queen,” he tried to keep his focus.

He had to get home soon, but also safely.

“Please, uncle?” she moaned, and he could hear something buzzing by her side.

Her vibrator.

“Are you coming home?” she moaned more. “Are you close?”

“I’m trying,” he exhaled, squirming, feeling his pants fully tight now.

“Don’t speed,” she giggled.

“You are not making that easy,” he chastised her.

His wife held her breath for a moment and moaned a long, slow sound, and he sped up the car at a yellow light.

“Rhaenyra,” he clenched his teeth, ready to rip out the fucking steering wheel. “You better not be fucking my pussy."

She moaned more, and he saw red. That teasing brat.

“What are you doing?” he growled, turning the last curve to their neighbourhood.

“Touching myself,” she panted. “I need you so much, uncle, I can’t wait, please?”

“Where?”

She laughed a little again, and that only made him even more furious.

“My...” she stuttered. “Your pussy.”

Daemon exhaled.

“Good little princess,” he drove down their street. “You’re right, it is mine. So why, I wonder, are you playing with my favourite toy?”

He didn’t need to stop before crossing their gates, security had already opened them for him.

“Because I need you,” she whined.

Daemon bit down a groan.

“I’m parking the fucking car,” he warned her. “And if I get into our room and I find those fingers inside you, you’re gonna suffer the consequences.”

She outrightly laughed.

“Welcome home,” his dear wife wished him.

And she hung up.

Keep reading it on AO3.

[weuschoiceheart]

⋘I-Land (OT9) / Enhypen⋙ Love, I-Land

A special collection of stories, for a special group of boys...Happy anniversary to eggies, it’s been a year since I-Land announced the first batch of trainees, a year since we all dive into this roller coaster ride of a show.

~ Inspired by Taylor Swift’s love songs ~

Tagging: @mari-kigold @akira-star @affectionaterainoflove @enhypenthusiast @periwinkle-ink

Warning: suggestive in K’s part (just a brief makeout session), angsty in some parts BUT there’s fluff to make up for it, cursing (literally all my works have curse words in them, I can’t write without making the characters curse at least once lmao)

Word Count: 6k+

K - Wildest Dreams ; passionate love

You didn’t know how you two ended up like this.

It was just a simple school project, and you’ve told yourself it was going to be nothing more than that. That's what you kept repeating in your head, over and over again as you called him over. Yet in your heart, you knew you just wanted him all over you again, even if it’s just temporary, even though you knew it would tear you apart.  

Nothing lasts forever...but this is gonna take me down.

You shouldn’t be doing this.

You shouldn’t be making out with the school’s enigma, you shouldn’t have invited him to your house in the first place, knowing it would end up like this, with your lips latched onto his. You shouldn’t be reciprocating the kiss, his mouth hot against yours, one hand tangled in your shirt to bring you ever closer, the other wrapped tight around your waist that you knew it would leave bruises. And most of all, you shouldn’t be enjoying this as his lips moved down your neck, his warm breath tickling your sweet spot, tongue flicking over your collarbone.

Because you knew this moment would be your last, before he disappears and leaves you with a gaping hole in your heart.

K finally pulls away, panting slightly as he tilts his head, a cute gesture that doesn’t match the smirk on his face. “Your lips are so red.”

Bringing a hand up to touch them, you knew they were swollen from the amount of times he bit and nipped at them. Your eyes flicked to his, before looking away. “Well, so are yours.”

K studied you for a bit, his gaze searching, making you feel suddenly small under his glare. What is he thinking? After a moment, he lets go of you, standing up and straightening out his shirt. “I’m going to go. See you tomorrow.”

And suddenly, you felt that panicky feeling in your chest again, and the fear came rushing back. You don’t know if you’ll see him tomorrow, or ever again. Those were just casual words, something to say instead of “goodbye,” because some part of you, maybe it was just wishful thinking, hopes he feels the same. But K isn’t like that. He’s like the autumn breeze that comes and goes, before sending your life into winter without his presence. He never abides by the rules, and floats in that gray area in between, where your relationship with him also lies.

You knew what you were getting into when you kissed him on the rooftop that day, knew that it would only cause you pain. You don’t want your time with him, all these passionate moments of love, to disappear until you can only recall them in your wildest dreams.

Your body reacts before you can think, grabbing his arm as he turned to the door. He stiffened in your grasp, but didn’t make an effort to break away.

“Stay, please.” You mentally curse your voice for sounding so weak, the hand on his arm trembling.

K turned around to face you again, his cold, calculating eyes softening as they met your uncertain ones. His arm finally relaxed, and he sat down again.

“Alright.”

Heeseung - Superstar ; idol love

“I swear to god, why aren’t they picking up?” you tapped your phone in frustration, frowning. As if on cue, a message lit up your screen, and you opened it, curious to see the reason behind your friend’s unresponsiveness.

Sorry, I won’t be able to make it to the concert. I’m working on a project with K.

“K, huh?” you shook your head at your friend’s words. “Aren’t they afraid that he’ll break their heart? Project, my ass.”

Sighing, you pocketed your phone. There’s not much you can do to convince them that their relationship with K was only going to hurt them, but you couldn’t stop the two from having their hands all over each other, ever since your friend came to you screeching about their first kiss on the school rooftop. Like some romantic K-drama where a bad boy falls for the good girl.

Well, not like your love life is any better....

You shook your head, deciding to push these thoughts out of your head and go enjoy your school’s spring concert by yourself. At least you’ll be able to stare at Heeseung all you want without your friend teasing you.

A small twinge of sadness echoed in your chest at the thought of Heeseung, but you quickly pushed that out of your mind. You weren’t here just for him, of course. Youngbin and Geonu were doing a duet, Seon had a sexy solo that he’s been bragging about for weeks, and Nicholas, Jaeho, and the rest of their dance team prepared a special stage as well. So no, as much as you like spending most of the time ogling Heeseung, you were there to support your friends, have a good time off from your studies, and ignoring these annoying fangirls that always surround him—

Yeah, right. You knew it all circles back to Heeseung eventually.

Kicking at some pebbles on the ground, you sighed and realized that the guards were about to close the entrance doors soon. Joining the queue of parents and students, you handed your ticket to the theater teacher (who fixed you with a scrutinizing stare, perhaps remembering you as that problematic theater student she took under her wing a few years ago) and entered the auditorium. The lights dimmed, and the show began. 

You screamed yourself hoarse during the performances, cheering on your friends (turns out Seon’s performance did live up to the epic stage he was talking about, you saw the girls—and some boys—practically drooling), and the thought of Heeseung left your mind. Until the final encore, that is, when he and Geonu took center stage to cover “Butterfly” by BTS.

Your eyes widened as he started singing, heart racing a million miles per hour. A smile unconsciously made its way onto your face, and your breath caught in your throat as his eyes flickered over the audience. As if reading your mind, they landed on you, leaving you breathless. Please notice me...oh my god, his eyes are so pretty....

“Did you see that? He made eye contact with me!” the girl beside you squealed, and the moment was gone. The smile wiped off your face, and you turned to her, seeing her beaming at the same boy you were looking at before. Your gaze broke away to scan the masses of people staring at the boys on stage with love-struck expressions on their faces, and suddenly you just feel...alone. Some part of your heart broke, and it was like reality struck you across your face.

You were just another wide-eyed fan desperately in love with a superstar who doesn’t even know your name.

That revelation followed you outside after the concert ended, and as if the weather understands your thoughts, it had started pouring outside. Rummaging around in your bag, only to come up empty, you gulped down your tears and resolved to walk home without an umbrella. Damn it, you should’ve come prepared!

Well, you can’t really prepare for heartbreak, can you?

You hadn’t gone two paces however, when you felt something opening up above you, and turning, you almost had a heart attack upon seeing Heeseung standing beside you. He held an umbrella over you both, his eyes darting from you to the ground, a small blush painted across his cheeks. He seemed fidgety, unlike the confident boy on stage moments ago, and you’re left speechless. An awkward silence passed between you two, before he cleared his throat.

“You’re really cute—I mean, you’re Y/N from my research class, right?” You nodded, internally screaming at the fact that he just called you cute. “I...I, um, I saw you didn’t have an umbrella and it’s really pouring out here, so uh-” he laughed nervously, a small grin forming on his lips as he stared at you expectedly. “Do you want to share?”

Jake - Fearless ; first love

“Bleh, sappy couples,” you shook your head, wrinkling your nose at the scene in front of you. Then again, everyone basically called you and Jake a sappy couple, so you really shouldn’t be saying anything.

Speaking of Jake, you caught him running down the road towards you, his umbrella jostling over his head. Laughing to yourself, you watched as the umbrella caught on another, then got tangled in a whole mess of umbrellas. Jake quickly disentangled his from the rest, apologizing profusely to the party of concert-goers who only shook their heads and motioned for him to go. Giving them a slight nod, he ran up to you, thankfully with no further mishaps, stumbling to a stop in front of you.

“Hi,” he said breathlessly, beaming at you. You swear every time you look at him, it was like falling for him all over again. Despite the cold and the rain, the feeling spread all over you and you felt suddenly warm and fuzzy.

“Let’s go.” You grabbed his hand, and he tucked you under the umbrella, arm wrapped around your waist. The two of you began walking home. “How was the concert?”

“Amazing, though I still wish you got to perform,” you snuggled up to his side, unable to keep a smile off your face. Jake sighed, somewhat regretfully.

“You know I have to work overtime this week, or I won’t be able to pay the rent for the apartment.”

“I know, I know.” You turned to him, eyeing the dark bags under his eyes. “You look exhausted....hey, you should’ve gone home to rest, not come out in the rain to pick me up. You can catch a cold—”

“I don’t want you to walk home by yourself after dark, it’s too dangerous,” Jake interrupted. He grinned at you, and you felt like your heart was gonna melt. Is this what love feels like? Then I’m glad that he’s my first.

The two of you were almost home, when you realized that you were approaching the abandoned parking lot near your house. An idea struck you then, and you suddenly grabbed Jake’s hand, startling him out of his rant about the shitty customer at the cafe.

“Come on, let’s dance in the rain.”

“Huh?” Jake’s eyebrows knit into a frown. “Weren’t you worried about catching a cold a few minutes ago?”

You shook your head, a cheeky grin on your face. Your heartbeat quickened, a shot of adrenaline rushing through you. You weren’t usually like this, but you thought back to the shows you watched, and well, first love means trying something new, right? “The rain is letting up Jake, we’ll be fine. Please?”

A flicker of doubt crossed his face, and you thought he was going to say no, before he nodded and closed the umbrella. You let out a gasp as the cool drops hit your face, and a loud squeal when Jake grabbed your hand and twirled you around the parking lot.

You thought this only existed in movies, but it’s all real. You’re dancing with the love of your life, fearlessly, in the middle of a rain shower. His hands clasped around your waist, a wide smile stretching from ear to ear as you grabbed onto his shoulders and he lifted you off your feet, like the ballroom dances in these old fashioned films. The wind whistled in your ears, the rain splashing on the sidewalk sounds like music. You couldn’t stop laughing, and neither can he, and you knew you were going to remember this moment for the rest of your life.

However, your strength gave out after a while, and the two of you stood there, swaying side to side. At this point, you couldn’t care that your clothes are wet and sticking to your skin, and you lean your forehead against Jake’s. He giggled, small droplets of water trailing down from his soaked hair. And he slowly leans in, the distance between you two shortening, your hands begin to shake as your breath quickens.

Is he going to—?

Sensing your nervousness, he grabbed one of your hands in his, pulling you in. You felt a little more brave as you tugged at the front of his shirt in your other hand, and connected your lips, at last.

It’s a first kiss, it’s flawless, really something, it’s fearless.

Jay - Ours ; long distance love

Lucky Jake, you muttered to yourself, sighing as you rested your head on the counter. He doesn’t have to deal with stupid customers at this time, and at least he has more experience with people yelling at him. Or maybe you’re just jealous that he has someone to hang out with, go on dates with, and laugh by his side.

You smiled sadly to yourself and took out your phone, opening the photo gallery. You felt a pang of nostalgia and wistfulness as you clicked on the first photo of you and Jay. It was from your date at the shopping mall, where Jay had chosen several outfits and forced you to try them on. It was a time where you had let your insecurities get the best of you, and Jay was having none of it. The photo was of him hugging you after you tried on one of the outfits he picked out.

You look beautiful, you can hear him say. Stunning, amazing, don’t ever doubt yourself again.

I won’t, you had murmured back. Thank you, love.

“Seriously, is this some sort of playhouse? Can’t even do their job right....”

Your head quickly shot up, eyes widening at the intimidating businessman in front of you. Fuck, not him again....

He rolled his eyes at you. “Two large cups of mocha latte with a half shot of espresso. And make it quick, I’m in a hurry.”

You purse your lips in disdain. “Yes, sir.”

Putting your phone away, you sighed as you began making his order. If Jay was here, he would’ve made you laugh by making fun of his attitude, or just straight up told the man off. But he’s not here, and he’s not going to help you out, you thought to yourself, gritting your teeth together as you mixed the coffee. He’s working for that fashion company in Paris, so just let him live his dream. C’mon, Y/N, just make this damn coffee, give it to that damn businessman who can’t keep his damn mouth shut—

“Be careful, you idiot! You’re going to spill them!”

You snapped out of your daze, again, by the harsh voice of the customer, who grabbed the two coffees, spilling foam over your hands, causing you to hiss in pain. And he had the audacity to walk away muttering, “Gosh, I’m never coming back to this shitty place again.”

Swallowing the pain, you went to wash your hands at the sink. It’s part of the job, there will always be some people yelling at you, it’s not your fault, you tried to comfort yourself, though you were sick and tired of this. This endless routine, the fake smiles you have to put on, a gaping hole in your heart you can’t cover up. It’s been over a year since Jay has gone, and suddenly, you missed him more than ever. Frustrated, you turned the faucet off, almost yanking it off the sink in the process. Burying your face in your hands, your mind wandered to something Jay had told you, right before he left for the trip.

Don’t you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine.

You smiled at Jay’s words, and took a deep breath, calming yourself down. You will get through this. Drying your hands off on a towel, you smooth out the wrinkles in your shirt and set your face in a hard line. Just a few more hours, and you’ll finally get off work. You can do this.

Making your way to the counter again, you prepared to put on your custom smile and act like the cheerful barista you were supposed to be. “Hello! How may I—”

“Y/N?”

Your breath caught in your throat, as your eyes met the person you were just thinking about. No, it’s not possible, how— The two of you stared at each other in disbelief, before Jay’s face relaxed into a bright smile, and he opened his arms.

You ran out from behind the counter and wrapped your hands around him. Nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, you held on tight, and that’s when the tears came, happy and sad at the same time.

Jay didn’t say anything, for there was no need to use words when actions and feelings showed it all. He grasped you in his arms, body shaking slightly as he blinked back the tears from his own eyes. I’m finally back home.

The two of you stood there for who knows how long, but you couldn’t care less. No matter how many annoying customers you have to face, no matter how many times coffee spills all over you, nothing can separate you from what is yours.

You can say what you want, but this love is ours.

Sunoo - Sparks Fly ; pure love

You and Sunoo quietly crept out of the cafe, not wanting to disturb the couple hugging by the counter. Unfortunately for you two though, it had started raining outside, and none of you brought an umbrella.

“Really? And the forecast said it wouldn’t rain,” Sunoo grumbled, pouting. “The weather person needs to get fired.”

You laughed at his words, resisting the urge to pinch his cheeks. “They’re just trying to do their job, Sunoo. I mean, it’s not that bad....should we just make a run for it?”

Sunoo gasped dramatically. “And mess up our hair? How will I take our end-of-the-date selfie with our soggy selves?”

You rolled your eyes, “we can use our school bags to cover us. I mean, it’s either that, or be late to our movie night.”

Sunoo mulled over it for a moment, scrunching his nose in concentration. “Oh, fine. But we’re sticking to the cover until we have to cross the street.”

“Deal.” The two of you shuffled along the awning of the cafe, until you reached the end of the street where the crosswalks are. You two looked at each other, hunching your bookbags over your head. One hand holding onto your bag, you stretched your hand out to Sunoo, a smile crossing both of your faces as he took it.

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three. GO!”

The two of you dashed out into the rain, laughing and screaming like little kids. A wild, childish bliss took over you, and you couldn’t stop giggling as you gripped tightly onto Sunoo’s hand. He looked over at you, and you can see that he was having the time of his life as well, smiling so much that his eyes seemed to disappear. You wish time could stop at that moment, as rain poured down around you two, the happy feeling in your chest expanding with love.

All too soon, your journey ended as you two rushed up, panting, to the door of your house. Letting your bags fall over your shoulders, the two of you turned to each other and laughed. You reached over to part the hair from his eyes, and he playfully flicked his head, spraying water on your face. You let out an indignant yelp, before lightly pushing him, then reaching to catch him again before he slips down the wet steps. Sunoo held onto your arm, trying to contain his laughter, though his bright smile gave it away.

“Gosh, we’re a mess,” you said as you tried to catch your breath. Putting your bag down, you fumbled in your pocket for your keys. “But you know what? Let’s do that again next time.”

“Well, hopefully we’ll actually remember to bring an umbrella next time,” Sunoo said, shaking out his wet bag. He grinned at you, and you swear you can see sparks fly whenever he smiles.

Jungwon - Mine ; enduring love

You trudged down the street, not minding the fact that you’re thoroughly soaked by the rain. Everything felt like a blur around you as your mind kept replaying the scene from moments before, and the tears came streaming down your face again, mingling with the drops from the sky. The sound of laughter pierced through your reverie, and you turned to see a couple giggling together at the front steps of their house, the sight making your heart squeeze.

What went wrong?

We were like them too, so what happened to us?

Sniffing, you wiped your nose with the back of your hand, turning away from the scene. Looking around, you realized that you had walked farther away from the house than you expected, and that it was already dark. Should I go back? As much as you don’t want to confront Jungwon right now, you don’t want him to worry either. Would he even worry though? Maybe this really is the end...

Making up your mind, you resolved to just keep walking, until you finally decided on what to do. Taking out your phone, you texted your friend whether you can stay over at theirs tonight. Slipping the device back into your pocket, you continued plodding along.

Until someone grabbed your arm, and you screamed.

“Y/N, it’s me! It’s me.”

Whirling around, your heart rate slowed as you made eye contact with your boyfriend. The rain had slowed to a drizzle now, and you saw that his eyes were red, like he had been crying too.

“Jungwon...” you extricated your arm from his hold, and took a deep breath. “What are you doing here?”

“I ran after you,” he mumbled, looking down at the ground. “After you left.”

You blinked in surprise, not expecting that answer. “O-oh.”

Not knowing what to say, the two of you stood there, and each passing minute felt like a wall growing bigger and bigger between you two. You didn’t know how the two of you even ended up like this—an offhand comment, which somehow led to yelling and cursing, and then you were running out into the streets alone, crying. And now, to this silence. It felt like hours before Jungwon spoke up.

“I’m sorry.”

Gulping, you forced the words out of your throat too. “I’m sorry too. I should’ve stayed instead of just running away like that.”

He shook his head. “No, this was my fault. I shouldn’t have yelled at you...talked to you in that way.”

You sighed. “Well, let’s just say it’s both of our faults, then. It doesn’t matter.”

Jungwon nodded hesitantly, peering up at you. “Should we go back to the dorms?”

You bit your bottom lip, thinking. Everything felt too much, like a fragile heart broken into a million pieces, each one jagged and misshapen. “I already texted my friend that I’ll stay over at their house tonight. Should we—should we just take a break, Jungwon? These days we’ve just been arguing and fighting with each other, I don’t know how we can continue this, if we can even—”

Your voice cracked, and the whirlpool of tears finally broke free as you sobbed, face in your hands. Your body tenses as you feel Jungwon’s arms wrap around you, relaxing slightly as he patted your back, trying to soothe your sorrows.

“Y/N, do you remember when we first met?”

He was working part-time at a restaurant as a waiter, and you thought he was pretty cute. You found that he was going to the same school as you, and the two of you became best friends. You fell for him a few months later, and ever since then, he was always by your side. Until everything fell apart a few weeks ago, when your tempers ran short and tension climbed high.

“I thought you were so beautiful...and remember our promise? I swore I was going to stay with you, that we won’t make the same mistake as your parents. You are the best thing that’s ever been mine. I know it’s hard to be together right now, when both of us are so busy that we don't have time with each other anymore...but I’ll always have time for you, Y/N. I know this sounds cheesy and all, but I just want to say that I love you and I don’t want to let you go.”

Sniffing, this time the tears flow because of his words. Turning around, you gave him a cheeky grin as you wiped your face. “Didn’t know you were such a romantic, Jungwon.”

His cheeks turned a shade of pink, and he shyly held out his hand. You took it, and the two of you started walking back home.

Niki - Jump Then Fall ; childhood love

Never mind, I’m going home tonight.

You raised your eyebrows at your friend’s message. Probably some couple problems with Jungwon. You were about to text back a reply, before you felt your pants get splashed with water.

You lifted your eyes to the sky, exasperated because you already know who did it. Sometimes I wonder how I even have a crush on him. I waited for him after dance practice and this is what I get? Turning around, you faced your friend, or as you like to call him, your greatest enemy, Nishimura Riki.

He has his usual mischievous grin on his face, jumping from foot to foot as he kicks at another puddle. Thankfully, you jumped out of the way just in time. Narrowing your eyes playfully, you said, “I see how it is...this is war.”

The rain had left numerous puddles on the sidewalk (probably due to the potholes your school refused to spend their money to fix), and you chased Niki down the street, splashing him with water. He laughed loudly and reached up (dangit, why is he so tall?), grabbed one of the branches of a tree, shaking the water from it. Gasping, your eyes widened as you got drenched from the drops. You glared at him, only causing his smile to stretch even wider from ear to ear. “I won,” Niki announced triumphantly.

You pouted, rolling your eyes. “Oh, fine. But it’s not fair, how did you even get this tall?”

Niki shrugged, as if it was no big deal, though you want to wipe the smug grin off his face. “I grew 13 centimeters last year.”

“Impossible,” you huffed. He shoved his hands in his pockets, raising his eyebrows at you as if challenging your statement. Shrugging his dance bag over one shoulder, Niki started walking, and you followed. “You just want to brag about your height.”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” Niki teased in a sing-song voice. “Either way, I’m still taller than you~”

You smiled grudgingly, stealing a look at him from the corner of your eye. It seems like yesterday when you both were kids, and he was this bouncy little boy who loved to annoy the hell out of you. He still does, but you felt a twinge of nostalgia as you see how tall and mature he had come, and even more good-looking as well. If only he knows how much I like him.

Sensing your stare, Niki wiggled his eyebrows at you, making you laugh at his expression. “What are you looking at?”

“Nothing,” you turned away, embarrassed. You really need to be less obvious, though Niki’s too oblivious to know anything about your feelings for him. 

“No, it’s something,” he leaned closer to you, and suddenly you forgot how to breathe properly. “Is there something on my face?”

You shook your head quickly, gaze wandering anywhere but his eyes. Spying a puddle in the corner of your vision, an idea flashed through your mind. Leaning closer, so that your faces were only inches apart, you noticed that Niki’s cheeks were blushing pink at the close distance. Maybe this isn’t so one-sided after all.

“Actually, there is something.” 

“W-what?” You expected him to pull away, but his eyes were dreamy, getting lost in your own. Or maybe you were the one getting lost in his. Tearing your gaze away, you grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the biggest puddle near the curb of the street. Taking a deep breath, you jumped straight into it, causing a huge splash that doused both you and Niki in water. You wished you could capture this moment on camera: Niki’s flustered face when you took his hand, his eyes widening comically as water sprayed his clothes. You laughed out loud, smirking at him. “I won,” you said, mimicking his voice from earlier. 

Your smile faded when Niki didn’t say anything back, the shocked expression still on his face. Confused, you asked, “what’s wrong?”

Clearing his throat, he motioned his head towards your intertwined hands. “Um, you’re still holding onto my hand.”

Maybe it’s cliche, two childhood friends falling for each other, but what’s wrong with cliches? You tightened your grip on his hand, grinning as his face flared red. “Is there something wrong with it?”

“Nothing,” he looked down, making you giggle. Oh, how the tables have turned. You took a step closer. 

“No, it’s something.”

He glanced up at you, unable to conceal a shy smile. You loved the way his hair falls in his face, slightly damp from jumping into too many puddles.

And all I can say is come closer, take a deep breath and jump then fall into me.

Daniel - Fifteen ; platonic love

“When are they going to confess already?” you snickered, eyeing the two teens playing in the puddles. Daniel followed your stare, shrugging at your words.

“When they finally get in through their heads that their feelings are mutual,” Daniel said. “Who knows how long that’ll take.”

You fold your arms across your chest, turning away and gazing wistfully into the distance. “Maybe one day I’ll find love like that.”

Daniel raised an eyebrow at you. “You got time, you’re still fifteen after all.”

Your hands dropped, and you sighed as your shoulders sagged. “I can’t believe I’m fifteen already...high school is so hard.” 

Daniel laughed at the whine in your voice, reaching over to ruffle your hair. You pushed his hand away, glaring at him. “Hey, don’t laugh. You didn’t get any of the difficult classes this year.”

“That’s because I already know I want to major in art so...there’s no need to take these classes anyway.”

You stopped and turned to him, narrowing your eyes. “What in art, specifically?”

Daniel's eyes flickered to yours, looking away in embarrassment. “Oh, just something in music.”

You grinned slyly, probing further. “What in music, exactly?”

Daniel gulped, hoping you wouldn’t laugh at him this time. “Um...well, I really want to become a rapper…”

Your eyes widened and you gasped. “A rapper? Daniel, that’s amazing!”

Your friend blinked in confusion, surprised at your excitement. “You-you think so?”

Nodding fervently, you started walking again. Around you, the streetlights flared to life. “Yeah, I mean, you seem pretty passionate about it. I remembered how the teacher caught you writing lyrics in the back of the textbook when you’re supposed to be paying attention during class.”

Daniel humphed, his long strides quickly catching up with yours. “Hey, math is boring, alright? You weren’t listening either.”

You decided to concede with him on that point, because math, indeed, is a pain in the ass (also because you were afraid he’ll stop letting you copy his homework right before class). “Fine, but I’m just saying that you shouldn’t be ashamed of your dream. You’re dedicated, I know you can do it.”

Daniel smiled shyly at your words. “Thanks, Y/N.”

You smiled back half-heartedly. “And here I am, with nothing planned out. I still don’t know who I want to be, or even who I am.”

“It’s fine if you haven’t figured yourself out yet, just go with the flow and do things that make you feel happy. Then you’ll discover where your interests and dreams lie,” Daniel said sagely, making your eyes roll at his tone. He bumped your shoulder with his. “I’ll always be here for you, yeah?”

“Thanks, but I just...you know how you’re at that time in your life, when you’re just questioning everything? Like, what is the meaning of life? Why am I here?”

“Just to suffer,” Daniel whispered, flinching away as you whacked him on the arm. “Ok, ok, I didn’t know you were going to get this deep.”

“Maybe I should be an English teacher then,” you said thoughtfully. “Make all the students analyze the meaning of the universe, like how Mr. Kim is forcing us to analyze Romeo and Juliet.”

“Romeo and Juliet…” Daniel stopped suddenly, making you bump into him. “Oh no...I forgot my copy of the book at school!”

You gave him a look. “Seriously? I told you to get it out of your locker!”

Daniel scuffed his shoe on the sidewalk, avoiding your gaze. “Well, you know how loud and chaotic the dismissal was...I couldn’t hear you.”

You shook your head in resignation. “Whatever, I’ll just send you pictures of the pages we have to read.”

Daniel’s head shot up, eyes staring hopefully at you. “Really? Y/N, thank you so much, you know you're my best friend right?”

You rolled your eyes. “Just make sure to remember it next time, or you’re on your own.”

(Jokes on you, Daniel knows you’ll grudgingly share your book with him for the rest of the year if he keeps forgetting it).

Sunghoon - Love Story ; forbidden love

“Sunghoon!” you whisper-shouted, grimacing as your boyfriend stepped on a stick. The sound seemed too loud in the quiet darkness, and you looked around wildly. Grabbing his arm, you dragged him behind a rock, lips pursed in a tense line. Heart pounding, you felt both worried and exhilarated at the same time. 

“Sorry,” Sunghoon said sheepishly, scratching the nape of his neck. “Didn’t see that.”

You frowned at him, turning around. “And I thought princes have stealth training as part of their schooling.”

Sunghoon scoffed. “All they teach us is how to look buff and strong so we can pick fights with your family.”

Stifling a laugh, you took his arm again, pulling him along. “True true, that sounds a lot like what they teach Youngbin too...though Youngbin isn’t the fighting type.”

“Your brother’s too soft,” Sunghoon muttered, “I feel sorry for him sometimes...he’d rather be kind than argue.”

Your lips quirked up in a sad smile. “Yeah, but there’s not much we can do about the feud, right?”

Nodding, Sunghoon carefully stepped over a pile of leaves, hand clutching tight onto yours. As the two of you cautiously stepped around the bend in the country road, Sunghoon let out a light gasp seeing what lay ahead. You grinned at his expression, quickening your pace until you two stopped in front of an enormous garden. Its gates were made up of interlocking flowers and vines, a sweeping archway of overhanging branches from two willow trees, and an open field lined with flowers of every kind laid beyond. Pushing away the branches, Sunghoon watched as you unraveled the flower gate and stepped into the beautiful utopia.

“A secret garden,” Sunghoon commented in awe. “How…”

“Youngbin and I used to go here all the time, whenever our families fight,” you answered. “Now that he’s confined to the training field, I feel too lonely being here all by myself.”

“Are you sure Youngbin wouldn’t mind?” Sunghoon asked, not wanting to intrude in sibling affairs.

You cast a funny look at him. “No, I’m sure he won’t. Besides...you’re the person I’m closest to besides him.”

The comment made Sunghoon blush, and he followed you down the path. On each side of him bloomed hundreds of colorful blossoms, making Sunghoon wonder who lived here long ago to tend to them all. Marigolds, roses, lilies, fuchsias, tulips, flowers of every kind decorated the leaves and vines. He reached out to pluck a red rose from the fray, careful not to prick his fingers. Stopping every now and then to admire the flowers, you tugged him towards the open field. Sitting down on the grass, you leaned your head against his shoulder.

“Look, the sun is rising.”

And indeed it was. Sunghoon smiled as you two relaxed in silence, watching the sunlight streak over the horizon in different shades of pink, yellow, and orange. A new day, a new beginning, he thought. He turned when he felt something being placed on his head, only to meet your grinning face as you adjusted the flower crown in his hair. 

“There,” you said, pushing a stray hair away from his eye. Leaning back proudly, you nodded at how the wreath of white daisies complemented his raven hair. “You look pretty, flower boy.”

Sunghoon took the red rose, breaking off the stem, tucked it behind your ear. “No, you’re prettier.”

“Whatever,” you said, though Sunghoon saw that you were trying hard not to smile. “Do you know what this reminds me of?”

“What?” Sunghoon asked, laying back onto the grass. He took the flower crown off and held it up to the sky, scrutinizing your handiwork. You mirrored his movement, turning on your side to face him.

“There’s this story I read in the library a few days ago, about how two young lovers woke up at dawn so they could watch the sunrise together.”

“Oh?” Raising an eyebrow, Sunghoon motioned for you to continue.

“Mhm,” You gazed off into the distance, a thoughtful look on your face. The sunbeams have gotten brighter, and they cast a glow on your face that Sunghoon couldn’t describe, other than ethereal. “It reminded me of us.”

“Who knows,” Sunghoon shrugged. “Maybe someday someone will write a story about us too.”

“A forbidden love story?” You snickered. “Who would write something like that?”

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~ Which story is your favorite? ~

[alison-anonymous]

flawsome bandits pt. 17 ♡ sonic

Flawsome Firewood

So sorry for the later update, my darlings. Been suffering from some writer’s block and I also was working on an actual novel I’ve been writing too! Let me know if any of you are interested in checking it out and maybe I’ll upload some snippets sometime ;) I hope you all enjoy this chapter!! Much love!

Warnings - immense fluff, what else is new?

♡♡♡

It should be common knowledge by now that going off alone in the woods is a bad idea. And since our favorite four are not complete and utter idiots (like some may believe), they were quick to adapt to the Buddy System. A couple of days had gone by that were pretty uneventful, mostly consisting of more cute moments between Sonic and Y/n and a bunch of plotting from Robotnik as he drafted his Metal Sonic. Plus a couple of mishaps caused by Shadow (who was growing increasingly more distracted by the minute) and some more internal debating coming from Knuckles. Robotnik had finally managed to revive some of his more powerful drones, programming them to shoot at either of the hedgehogs or their little friends on sight so that if one of them ventured a bit too far, then they would be taken care of without him having to do anything but lift a finger. 

He was SUCH a genius; Shadow and Knuckles were lucky they had such a benevolent leader like him. Little did Sonic and Y/n know that all it would take would be one little trip into the woods to understand that.

♡♡♡

“Aww, shoot,” Spirit sighed from her spot kneeling before the fire. Her blue eyes swept across the flames as they crackled before her, lighting up the evening sky. Y/n glanced up at her friend from the top of the truck.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

“We’re running low on wood. Want me to go and get some?” 

Y/n’s stomach instantly churned as she pictured venturing out into the woods this late during the day. It made her terrified enough to even be three feet away from her friends anymore thanks to Shadow, her yandere… She shivered in disgust as the thought of him crossed her mind. Him pressing her up against that tree, the amount of fear that she had been under was so debilitating that she couldn’t move… She hated him for it. Hated him with every fiber of her being for making her feel helpless. She wished that she never had to see him again, even though she knew she would have to at some point. After all, he was one of Robotnik’s henchmen. But still. Y/n’s e/c orbs glanced nervously into the dark underbrush of the forest, her ears flickering silently to see if there were any snapping twigs or rustling leaves. She tried her best to not picture Spirit going out on her own and getting stabbed or shot at by one of Robotnik’s plots.

She better go instead.

“No, no,” Y/n stood up, glancing over to see Sonic and Tails going over some of their defense lines again. They had been busying themselves by building defense traps (at Sonic’s suggestion thanks to Shadow and his grabby hands) and were getting along quite well. “I’ll go. Hey, Son?” 

Sonic’s head whipped up the second his nickname left Y/n’s lips. She offered him a warm smile that made his heart skip a beat. 

“Want to go get some firewood with me?” He was already by her side before she even finished her sentence. Throwing his arm around her shoulders, Sonic sent her a sly wink and grinned.

“You need a protector? Don’t worry, M’Lady, I won’t let anyone touch you.” He was just playing around, but it still made Y/n’s heart skip a beat as she smiled appreciatively at him. Spirit and Tails nodded in affirmation, letting them know that they would be alright on their own while the two hedgehogs with super abilities left them for a couple of minutes. Still keeping his arm firmly wrapped around her shoulder, Sonic guided Y/n into the woods. He couldn’t help but notice how the instant they left the warmth of the fire and entered the hangings of the trees that her body tensed. 

As they walked in a light silence, he glanced down at his girlfriend and frowned. Her eyes were scanning the woods before them repetitively, like she was afraid the light was playing tricks on her and that something was going to come popping out of the woods when she least expected it. Slight PTSD, Sonic thought to himself, tightening his grip on Y/n’s shoulders. A slight flare of anger went through him as Shadow’s name crossed his mind. That bastard… Next time he saw that dark hedgehog, he was as good as dead.

“Are you alright?” Sonic asked. Y/n let out a small hum, and rapidly nodded her head.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, I’m fin-” She suddenly stopped. Literally, stopped in her tracks. Her ears straightened up and her back arched, like she was trying to be a giraffe. Her e/c eyes flitted across the scene in front of her. “Do you… Do you hear that?” 

“Hear what?” Sonic questioned, growing more concerned by the minute. Was she hearing that strange singing again? 

That didn’t seem to be the case as she put a hand on his lips gently and shushed him once again. The implication of personal space no longer existed between the two, and he wouldn’t have it any other way, as her body was practically pressed up against him. His heart pounded within his chest, and that was when he finally heard it. 

A high-pitched humming noise. Of a laser warming up.

His emerald eyes scoured the trees until they landed on a little red dot hidden within some brambles that was getting brighter by the second. Y/n was searching in a different patch of leaves; she hadn’t seen it yet. Of course, his number one instinct was to protect her at all costs. But… they were alone. And she hadn’t seen where the laser was yet. And Robotnik was probably on the other end, watching them through some security camera like the stalker that he was. And if there was one thing Sonic loved almost as much as Y/n, it was pissing that crazy mustached man. An idea began to formulate its way through his mind, and a small grin began to spread out across his face.

Who said that they couldn’t have some fun?

“Hey, N/n,” He whispered into Y/n’s ear, sensing her shiver from his breath against her neck. She turned to look at him and furrowed her brows when she saw the look on his face. He was up to something. 

“What?”

“Follow my lead.”

Before she even had a second to ask what he meant by that, Sonic quickly grabbed ahold of her hand, wound her up into his chest, and spun her out in such a perfectly timed dance move that by the time their arms were fully extended, she rocked back on her heels just as a laser fired above their arms. Right where Y/n would have been standing. 

Her eyes bugged out in shock and she looked up at her boyfriend, only to see him wink at her. Oh? Ooh! So he wanted to dance, huh? Well, she had never really been one for swing dancing before, but he seemed to be into it. And besides, they needed to have some fun out here, didn’t they? Help lighten the mood a little? A smile plastered itself onto Y/n’s face and she spun herself back into Sonic’s chest, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Another laser zipped through the air, missing her quills just in time. Their hearts raced with the excitement of the revelation of a new way of fighting.

“Hey, Egghead,” Sonic called as he swept Y/n off her feet into a dip, causing her to laugh. Another laser missed them by about a foot, barely even getting the chance to scrape Sonic’s quills before they were back up and dancing again. “Wanna give us some awesome dance music?”

A couple more lasers were shot and missed before Robotnik’s voice suddenly came crackling from one of the drones that were hiding in the trees. 

“I’m trying to kill you! You could at least act like it! A scream or two would be nice!” Robotnik growled like an annoyed kid who didn’t get the toy he wanted. But, despite himself, the all too familiar tunes of Die Young by Kesha began crackling through the damaged speakers of his drones. Y/n couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the appropriateness of his song choice as she was picked up and swung around by Sonic to miss some more lasers being shot at them.

“Aww, come on, Eggy,” She giggled, listening to Kesha sing about the beat of the drums. Her heart thumped along to the rhythm. “Can’t you learn to let go of the hate?”

“I literally begin to shoot lasers at you, and what do you do? You dance! YOU FUCKING DANCE!” Robotnik began to lose control through the speakers as Y/n and Sonic dodged more lasers, their movements becoming enhanced from their abilities. As they danced along to the thumping of the bass of Kesha’s song, Y/n and Sonic couldn’t help but laugh. It had been so long since they had had this much fun together. Fighting a cranky Robotnik who seriously needed to try Match.com, using each other’s abilities to build each other up, and making sure that they were always smiling. 

It made them completely forget about the weight of the situation they were in for a little bit. But while Sonic was holding a giggling, happy Y/n in his arms, it seemed like he had all the time in the world to forget. He couldn’t help but wish for this moment to last forever. 

♡♡♡

A couple of days later, Knuckles had finally had enough.

He wasn’t the sharpest echidna in the… box? No. No he was not. But just because he put a rock on a sandwich once and tried to eat it doesn’t mean that he is completely incapable of judging a person’s qualities for himself. And he had finally decided that Robotnik wasn’t the nicest guy on the planet. No, it wasn’t because he had forced him to get electrocuted seventeen times. On the same day. It wasn’t because of him constantly criticising him for being “dumb” or “inconceivable”, which Knuckles didn’t even know the meaning of that word. It wasn’t even because of how drained Knuckles had felt since the day that he started working for the man. Or even because the second he looked into Sonic and Y/n’s eyes, he knew they weren’t evil. No. No, none of these reasons were the ones why Knuckles decided to quit.

Want to know why he decided to quit?

“He took away my bathroom privileges,” Knuckles sighed, looking down at the grass beneath the log he was sitting on. Only silence came from the four shocked teenagers sitting before him. Y/n sat cuddled up underneath the protective arm of her boyfriend, Sonic, while the teenage girl and Tails sat next to each other on the neighboring log. He had gotten swept up into a netting-trap thing of sorts when he had first set foot onto their campsite, but after he had explained to them that he meant them no harm, they decided to hear him out.

“He… took away… your bathroom privileges,” Y/n repeated, scrunching her nose up in confusion. “That was the reason why?”

Knuckles began to nod, then stopped. “Well, there were more reasons. But that was the drawing point. What happens if I need to pee? I have a very weak bladder, and my poo-”

“Stop!” Spirit held up a hand to stop him before he continued, ignoring Sonic trying desperately to stifle his laughter by burying his face in Y/n’s quills. Knuckles was very… bold, wasn’t he? 

“How did you get away from him?” Tails questioned. “I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t just let you waltz out because of something like that.”

“Well, he kind of didn’t know…” Knuckles scratched his neck anxiously, clearing his throat. “I sort of slipped away when he was sleeping and Shadow was busy practice-kissing a tree. I really don’t know who he’s trying to impress, but he needs some help.” He paused for a moment, completely oblivious to the range of horrified emotions littering the four teenagers’ faces. “Come to think of it, Robotnik doesn’t seem very mentally stable either. Anyways, I would like to join your team, if you will have me. I know that this may seem like a trap, but I assure you, it isn’t. I just feel like something is… off about Robotnik. I think he might be dealing with power that he shouldn’t be reckoning with.”

Y/n and Sonic slowly nodded, exchanging worried glances with one another. Should they take him on? I mean, Knuckles wasn’t very… threatening to them, so to speak. If anything, Robotnik was crazy and Shadow was a lustful back of dic- I MEAN a very… interesting specimen, to say the least. Talking to Shadow was like trying to swallow a gallon of detergent. It’s not fun for anyone.

But Knuckles…

“Okay,” Sonic finally spoke. “We’ll take you on. BUT if we find out that this was all a trap-”

“I assure you, it isn’t!” Knuckles quickly defended himself. “I promise! I’ll even do a, what is it you humans do? A blood oath?”

“Please don’t,” Tails stressed. “You could get a sexually transmitted disease from blood on blood contact and-”

“STOP!” Spirit whimpered, having enough with the strange conversation topics for today. Y/n found herself getting a headache too as she stood up and extended her gloved hand out towards the echidna. He looked at her with stars in his eyes.

“Let’s just shake on it instead.”

Knuckles eagerly grabbed onto her hand and gave it a firm shake, but with one death-glare from Sonic, he let it go before it went on for a little longer than it should. Y/n rejoined Sonic on the log and he wrapped his arms around her once more, this time pulling her closer to him in protectiveness.

“Welcome to Team Bonnie & Clyde!” Y/n smiled. Knuckles smiled back.

“Pleasure to be here.”

And for once… Knuckles felt like he truly belonged.

♡♡♡

Later that night, Y/n lay wide awake next to Sonic. 

He had his arms wrapped around her to make sure that she wasn’t taken away from him in the middle of the night, and Knuckles had even promised to keep an extra close eye on the forest for her while he took the first watch. And yet, she still couldn’t find a way to sleep. 

The worry of everything had finally become enough to drive her to insomnia. Well, you made it to the fourth week, Y/n, she silently congratulated herself. Fourth week and then the nights finally became a little scarier. Not that she was complaining. The stars were absolutely gorgeous from here. But that wasn’t the problem.

The problem was, well, the problem.

She couldn’t stop thinking about the visions she had had. The burning forest. The screaming filling her ears. The figure that she now knew was Shadow forcing her to drink something that might kill her. It was more than enough to drive her crazy wondering why she had to see that, what the little wisp before her had been. Why was it singing to her? Why hadn’t it come back yet to sing to her again? Did it only come to her when there was a time of need? Something to be fixed? Something to be stopped? Like Robotnik, perhaps?

She shivered, but not from the cold.

It was terrifying to even think about having to face him again. Sure, she had already faced him today. But she was with Sonic then. And back when she and Sonic had fought against him in Green Hills, they had been working together against him. Two to one, he would have been outnumbered anyway. But now he had Shadow on his side. And while Knuckles had come over to their side, plus Spirit and Tails, Y/n couldn’t help but worry. 

Shadow. Shadow was… a problem.

He debilitated her. And she couldn’t figure out for the life of her why. It was probably because she had never met anyone that forward and that terrifying before. He loved her, and that was the most dangerous thing. Of course, she had Sonic to protect her if the time ever came, but Sonic wasn’t going to be there twenty four seven. She had to find a way to stand up for herself. But even punching him in the face and verbally saying no didn’t get her anywhere. He made her freeze up in terror. And she didn’t even want to think about what he would do to her friends just in order to make her his. 

And the last thing she wanted was to be his. 

Y/n rolled over to face Sonic and smiled when she saw his sleeping face. His mouth was open a little bit so that a soft snore came out of his nose. She stifled a giggle, feeling her heart flutter within her chest. God. She loved him so much… She would do anything to protect him.

Anything.

Even if… No. No, he would never forgive her if she did that. Y/n instantly shook the ridiculous idea out of her head and thought back to Robotnik. He was planning on making a Metal Sonic, which was what Knuckles had told them. A version of Sonic that was entirely man made and suited for combat. Which meant that he might even have powers that Sonic himself didn’t have. Y/n scrunched up her nose in thought. So they would have to fight Robotnik, his drones, Metal Sonic, and yandere Shadow. And they would all be very angry and blood-lusting. All against herself, Sonic, Spirit (who was actually pretty good with a baseball bat), Tails (who was a techie), and Knuckles, the ex-Robotnik lover. 

Could they defeat him?

She was afraid to know the answer.

♡ a.a.

[sillydodobird]

Confusing feelings and flushed faces

I cannot believe I’m writing Sonamy Fanfiction. I haven't done this since middle school but here i am. 

No warnings, fluff, new found feelings, ect.

He couldn’t tell you what changed. It was like a switch had flipped or maybe it was like a light bulb went off. He doesn’t know, he just knows he didn’t feel like this yesterday.

Maybe he should talk to Tails, have him run some tests to make sure he’s not Ill or anything.

She is just so pretty today. In the back of his mind, he knows she doesn’t look any different than she normally does but he feels different looking at her today. Has she always been this pretty and he’s just been blind? He wonders if maybe he hit his head fighting those eggbots yesterday.

“Sonic? Are you alright?”

Maybe he shouldn’t space out while Amy is standing in front of him.

“Uh- Yeah! Totally cool!” He should probably go for another run, clear his head.

Amy stares at him for another few moments, and god Sonic hopes he’s not blushing. He’s acting like he has a crush on Amy. Which he definitely does not.

“You sure?”

Sonic nods afraid that if he opens his mouth he might say something stupid. Hopefully she will just leave it alone and they can go back to just hanging out. He can’t help it if all of a sudden he noticed how the sunlight hits on her hair or how green her eyes really are.

After a few moments of silence he eventually speaks up.

“So whatcha got there, Ames?” He isn’t proud of how his voice jumps an octave but she doesn’t seem to have noticed.

Amy is holding onto a small basket, which looks to be filled with gardening supplies.

“I just went to the market and got some things for my garden. My blueberries are ready to be picked. I plan on making a pie!” Amy explains to him with a bright smile on her face.

“Sounds tasty. Mind if I steal a piece when it’s finished?” It’s pointless in even asking, he knows Amy will offer him a slice.

“Of course, Sonic!”

He doesn’t know exactly when his view on life changed from wanting to be wild and free to being perfectly content with slowing down and enjoying the small things. For a few moments he wonders how his life could have turned out. He used to be an orphan, with no one around, no one to worry about besides himself. He can’t imagine going back to that, now that he knows what it’s like having friends and family. He can’t imagine life without Amy in it. The idea of not having her unwavering support made him feel uneasy. What if one day Amy no longer wants to hang around with him? What if she loses interest in him?

He should really stop imagining what if scenarios, they never turn out right.

His mouth opens before he even realizes what he’s doing, “Amy...I um…” what was he actually planning on saying?

Amy’s eyes are wide and questioning. No doubt, she’s probably very confused by his stuttering. He’s never been one to stutter, he has always been the type to speak confidently.

“Do you ever wish your life went in a different direction?”

What the hell was that? Why did he ask her that? He’s almost positive he did hit his head and he’s just having a fever dream.

“Um. I guess it would be nice to have been born into royalty. Is that what you mean?” Her nose is scrunched up in confusion. He hates himself for thinking that she looks adorable. Is he going insane?

“I guess...I dunno. Just forget I said anything.” He doesn’t actually want to know if she wishes her life was different. If she wishes she wasn’t here with him. He doesn’t know how he would feel after hearing that.

“Is everything really okay, Sonic? You are acting really weird.” Of course Amy noticed something was off. She has always been able to tell whenever something was wrong.

“Yeah, everything is okay. I think I might have hit my head on one of eggy’s bots. It’s no big deal.”

The next thing he knows, Amy’s basket is on the ground and her hands are on his face. “What?! Did you not have Tails check this out? Does your head hurt? Are you dizzy? Are you nauseous?”

He knows she’s checking for signs of a concussion, he’s had concussions before and they don’t feel like this. This feels different, like he has enough energy to run for days without stopping. His heart is beating like crazy and he’s sure his face is as red as knuckle’s fur. He doesn’t remember Amy having this soft of hands.

He grabs her hands in his, if only so she can’t feel the heat coming off of him. “I’m fine, Amy. Really, it’s no big deal.”

She doesn’t look at all convinced. He remembers being younger and ignoring the signs of illness or injury and making it worse. Sonic knows Amy still doesn’t trust him to take care of himself completely even though it’s been years since something like that has happened.

“You know you can come to me if something is not right, I can help you. You know that right?” Amy says looking straight at him.

Sonic nods and suddenly his throat feels very dry. Amy has always been there for him, just like Tails and Knuckles have been. Tails and Knuckles are like brothers to him, they been through so much together that nothing can break their bonds. Amy definitely does not feel like a sister, but she doesn't feel like just a friend either.

“Yeah, Ames. I know I can always count on you.”

Amy smiles at that, “Good.” She picks up her discarded basket and begins to pull Sonic along towards her garden.

He doesn’t know exactly how he feels about her right now. But he knows he feels something for her that he didn’t feel yesterday. Maybe he really did hit his head and all of these weird feelings will go away tomorrow. As weird as they are, he secretly hopes that they don’t disappear.

They don’t disappear.

[loving-barnes]

BUCKY BARNES – CHEERS, MATE

(A/N): And here is my first crossover and I love it so much. I had this idea for some time now and I was able to finish it. So, here it is. Enjoy. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x kingsman!reader

Summary: Y/N’s brother and Bucky don’t get along but after a terrible incident that destroyed the Kingsman agency, the find a way to each other. 

Warning: a bit of angst and fluff but overall none

Words: 4300+

BUCKY BARNES – CHEERS, MATE

The Avengers and British secret organization named Kingsman worked together silently but perfectly. When needed, they helped one another; when someone asked about the other, they always said that these two never worked together, never knew about the other. Kingsman was known as a tailor's shop. The cooperation began when two fellow agents fell in love, unexpectedly. Their union brought together the strongest, intelligent people the Earth had ever seen.

One day, the things changed when each headquarters of Kingsman was attacked and as a result, each was destroyed in a second by a rocket. There were no survivors, except three: Merlin, Eggsy and Y/N.

Eggsy, known as Galahad, was Y/N's, also known as Percival, older brother who protected her even though she too was a good fighter and an important member of Kingsman. He was occasionally too overprotective because his little sister was engaged to a man who once was a threat to the whole world. Why his sister had to choose the Winter Soldier to be her soon-to-be husband, he would never understand. The most important thing was that she was happy and he was treating her like royalty – the same way he treated his actual princess. In the end, he wasn't very fond of that guy.

Y/N was running through the heavy rain into a safe house they had in London. It was hidden in an old residential building where they occasionally had secret meetings before upcoming missions. This particular place was not written in the system or in any documents. It was the last place they were able to hide after the unfortunate events.

When she came inside, at first, she was met with a gun pointing at her head. Her eyes met with Eggsy's. She immediately uncovered her face that was hidden behind a massive wet hoodie. "It's me, it's Y/N," she gasped heavily, trying to catch her breath from all the running. Her hands were immediately up in the air.

"Fucking hell, Y/N," he sighed, quickly taking her into a tight embrace. For a second he thought he had lost her forever. "Fuck, you are alive. You scared the shit out of me." He was scanning her face, noticing fresh scratches and dirt on all over it. "Are you alright?"

She nodded feverishly. "I am fine, I was very lucky," she found the nearest chair and sat on it, finally discovering Merlyn was with them too. "You got away too?"

"My house was never written anywhere," he said calmly, obviously shaken by what happened.

"What about the scratches and your face?" Eggy scanned her as if she was again five and fell from a bicycle.

She gave him a kiss on the cheek; as if she needed to be sure he is with her. "I was on my way from the gym when it happened. I was on my way to the shop when it exploded. I was supposed to meet Arthur. If I got there earlier, I would have been dead. The whole place blew in front of my eyes. It was so strong; I ended on the road, covered in ashes. That is why I am looking like a piece of shit."

"I thought I lost you," he sighed, not letting her go. "Merlin and I are the only survivors. Everyone is dead, Y/N," his voice lowered, lips trembling before he could inform her about the rest of the members. "Even Roxy," he said it carefully, knowing what the information would do to her. Roxy and Y/N were the ultimate best friends. They clicked perfectly and she was supposed to be the maid of honour on the upcoming wedding.

"Roxy's dead?" she squeaked, covering her mouth with fingers. "Fuck, fucking fuck, I told her to stay the night - " she was cut off by the tears and lump in her throat. Her emotions were all over the place. "W-who did this? Who killed my best friend, my maid of honour?" she raised her voice, ready to scream. "What son-of-a-bitch wants to see us dead?"

Her brother crouched in front of her, not daring to look into her face. "Each and every compound is gone, erased from the map and from this world. Roxy uh, she was in the headquarters, in her room. I was talking to her when it happened. Unfortunately, she didn't have the time to run away from there. I am so sorry to tell you, Y/N."

"W-who, who did this thing?" she repeated the question, emotions finally settled in anger and rage. "I want to know who did this, what fucker killed my best friend and my colleagues. I need the answer to that, Eggsy. I need to kill those who did this to us, to our family."

This time, it was Merlin who stepped into their conversation, patting the woman's shoulder. "We will figure it out but now, we must leave to a safer place, to someone who we can trust. Staying here will only put us in danger. I believe those who did this will try to find us."

"Or maybe they don't have a clue that we survived," Merlin commented.

Swallowing the sadness for a moment, Y/N looked down on her watch. It was a gift from her other family that had their residence on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. They were their only hope. Her eyes then went back to Eggsy's, as if she was asking for permission.

"You know what to do," he sighed, trying to smile at her for a moment.

She pushed a tiny button on the device and a hologram appeared between her and Eggsy's face. A second later, a redhead appeared there, brightly smiling when she noticed Y/N. She was in a pretty good mood. "Hey agent, we miss you here," she sounded cheerful. "Hey, Eggsy."

"Nat," the woman tried to speak calmly but her shaky voice failed her. She couldn't talk about what just happened. It was too painful. It took her a lot of energy to hold back the tears.

Natasha was not stupid. She noticed the attitude. "What happened?" she asked immediately, concerned about her friends. "Are you guys alright? Why are you crying? What is going on?" she began her research through her device. She mumbled, "massive explosions around the UK, several dead bodies found."

Y/N couldn't reply, so her brother took the role of the speaker. Looking at the hologram, he sighed. He knew he could trust them but yet, there was this guy who wanted to marry her sister. Those guys were actual superheroes, even him. "Kingsman is down. We don't know what happened but everyone is dead. Merlin, Y/N and I are the only survivors."

Hearing it all over again, Y/N broke into tears, not handling it too well. "Roxy is dead," she cried. "She is fucking dead and I couldn't do anything to prevent it."

"What about your mother and the youngest sister?" Natasha questioned, worried.

"They are fine," Eggsy continued. "They were not in the records."

Merlin came to the hologram while Eggsy comforted his sister. "We need a place to lay low. We need your help. We cannot stay here. If we do, we might be compromised, maybe even killed. After we are somewhere safe, we need to start working on this case. The time is ticking."

"Where are you? I will get a jet for you in a matter of hours. Send me your location. I am alarming the rest of the team."

"I will send you all information through Percival's, I mean Y/N's device," Merlin replied, reaching for Y/N's wrist and playing with the watch.

"Nat, don't let Bucky come with you, please," Y/N spoke to her softly. "I don't want him to be too worried, too stressed about this. I am alive and I am coming to him."

"Yeah, I wouldn't be able to watch him for hours touching you all the time," her brother made a disgusted face.

"For fuck's sake, can't you just stop for once?" she screamed at him, frustrated. "I am sick and tired of those comments, brother." With one swift move, she ended the call with Nat, not wanting her to see the way they would fight about the fact that she was about to marry a guy who was once a Winter Soldier.

Eggsy rather stood up and walked away from her, trying to calm down before something mean would slip through his mouth. He went to the nearest window, checking the situation outside. The dark street was calm, without any people on it. His ears registered a phone call his sister had.

"Please, don't," she whispered into the device. "I am fine, we survived. I am coming to you but please, stay at the headquarters," she bit her lower lip, brushing tears with fingers. "I will see you when I arrive, alright? You just came back from a long mission. Take some rest, for me?" she tried to smile. "I love you. See you in a few hours."

Eggsy was watching her all the time. He knew how in love she was; he knew very well that he would never hurt her. Yet, he couldn't stand him; he couldn't trust him. Maybe he should have a very long conversation with him, talk things out. Would he be able to do it?

"We have to go," Marling came to Y/N and patted her shoulder. "We have to move in order to catch the jet."

. . .

Natasha was standing straight, waiting for the trio to board on the jet. She shook hands with Merlin, patted Eggy's shoulder and quickly took Y/N into a tight embrace. Wanda was immediately joining them. She insisted on coming with them. Steve was piloting while Clint was his co-pilot. When the heavy door closed, the three women went to sit down.

"How are you holding up?" Wanda asked, on hand resting on the woman's shoulder.

"What do you think?" Y/N sniffled. "I have lost an important person in my life and I can't even bury her properly. Her body has turned into nothing but dust. Everyone I knew at Kingsman is dead. Practically, we don't exist anymore."

"Y/N," the voice belonged to Bruce. "Hi, may I check your wounds?" he asked carefully, waiting for her permission. When she nodded, Bruce checked her face and disinfected the scratches.

"I must say," Natasha spoke. "Bucky was pretty unhappy that you banned him from coming with us. To my surprise, he respected your decision and decided to wait for you at the headquarters. Now, he has to listen to Scott and Vision and that is a very tough combo," she tried to laugh, just to brighten the mood. Luckily, Y/N giggled a little.

"Please, don't forget about my brother," said Wanda.

"Of course."

Her eyes found Eggsy sitting close to Cap and Merlin, taking to them what happened back in London and in the country. "Honestly," Y/N whispered, not wanting to be heard by her brother. "I didn't want those two," pointing at him and thinking of Bucky, "to be together. We wouldn't hear the end of it."

"How come they hate each other that much?" Wanda asked.

"My brother doesn't like the idea that I am about to marry an assassin and my beloved Bucky is just full of thoughts that might bring my brother a stroke. I-I just wish they would finally like each other. Their bickering is getting on my nerves. I thought hearing Sam and Bucky bicker is annoying, but this is a whole other level and it is breaking my heart."

Her brother heard it. He always listened with one ear when she was talking about him and her fiancé. He had to do something about their relationship. If she's not the one breaking up with the assassin, then he should at least try to make things work with that guy. After all, they are the one helping them when everything went into the biggest shits possible.

. . .

It was already dark when they arrived at the Avengers HQ. The most impatient person was, of course, Bucky, who was standing at the hangar, waiting for the team with his fiancée to return from London. He was worried about her and what he desired the most was to already have her in his arms, protecting her from the cruel world. Once he saw the jet nearing, his heart beat rapidly, wanting to jump from his chest and flew towards Y/N.

It took another fifteen minutes till the door opened and the first people were coming out of the jet. "We got your woman, pal," said Clint with a grin on his face. He was surprisingly the first one who came outside. "And we got her in one piece."

"Very funny," he growled under his nose.

There she was, stepping out of the jet, holding a hoodie over her arm while Natasha and Wanda were escorting her out. He couldn't wait any longer and quickly ran to her, grabbing her by the waist and kissing her lips feverishly. He could feel her shiver. Her body was a bit cold and she was filled with sadness.

"I am so sorry," he whispered into her ear, quickly pecking a spot under her ear. "I am so glad that you are fine, not hurt."

Bucky's eyes registered Y/N's brother stepping out of the jet with the rest of the team. He was dressed in very formal clothing. Who knew where he was before the attack? The frown on his face wasn't pleasant. It was because Bucky was holding his sister too close for his liking.

"Everyone, take some rest and I will see you at nine in the morning. We will have a meeting about this matter," said Steve strictly. "Don't be late."

Merlin came to Bucky who let Y/N go for a brief moment, the metal hand still resting around her waist. "It's good to see you, Bucky," Merlin shook his hand with his.

"You too," the man gave him a polite smile.

When Eggsy approached them, at first, he had to check the couple. After taking a long deep breath, he simply nodded his head. "Barnes," he said it firmly.

"Gary," Bucky replied with the same voice, metal hand gripping Y/N's hip.

"I'll see you in the morning," said Y/N's brother and then followed the rest of the team inside the building.

The brunet looked into the woman's eyes, glad that they were finally alone. "I should have come with you," he said softly, lips again found hers. "Maybe things would be different."

"No, they wouldn't," she shook her head in disagreement. "The only thing that would be different - maybe you too would be dead if you stayed at my brother's place. It was also destroyed as the rest of the compounds. His dog is dead, his closest friend is also dead and those two were actually innocent," she buried her head under his chin, feeling safe and warm.

He started to walk, arms still wrapped around her. "Come, let's take a shower and go to bed. It was a very long day for you and you need to rest. Well, both of us."

"You haven't slept since you came back from the mission?" she frowned at him. "Bucky, we talked about this. You need to rest. We had a phone call where I told you to rest and that I was fine. You didn't have to worry about me."

"I know," he stopped. "It is just- The thought of you being hurt or dead was too stressful for me," he sighed. "I love you, Y/N," he turned her so he could look straight into her beautiful eyes. "I love you more than anything. You are my world and I don't have anyone else in this world. Please-"

He was cut off with a passionate kiss from her. Their hearts started to beat in unison, making the world stop for a brief moment. It was just them and no one else. A tear slipped from her eye and landed on his cheek. "I love you with my whole heart, Bucky. You, too, are my everything; you are my family, the one I have been looking for my whole life."

One last kiss and they went inside, heading to their shared bedroom. What was better than to be finally reunited with the man she fell head over heels for? A nice warm bath shared with that person that included very steamy sex before bedtime. It took the last energy she had and once she fell on the bed in her pyjamas, she was instantly asleep. Who wouldn't be after being for over 35 hours awake?

The last thing she remembered was sleeping next to Bucky who held her tightly in his arms, not letting her go that soon.

At midnight, Bucky, who was still awake, keeping an eye on the sleeping woman, got carefully out of the bed. His mind was filled with many thoughts, trying to figure out where to start. He was in a state of flux. Will her brother ever accept him into the family? What was his problem anyway?

When he entered the kitchen, he was met with a person he didn't expect to see. Eggsy was sitting behind a table, a bottle of whisky in front of him, one glass filled with the liquid. He was deep in thoughts, barely registering the visitor. This was the opportunity Bucky had been waiting for a long time. Now, he can talk to Y/N's brother and let it all out.

"Can't sleep?" Bucky started easily, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

"No," Eggsy sighed, quickly taking a sip of the liquid. "You?"

Bucky smirked. It was a miracle that Eggsy actually replied. "It is hard to sleep after everything that happened. May I join you?" he took a few steps closer to him, pointing at a random chair.

"Only if you drink," was his reply.

Before Bucky joined him, he took his own glass and poured himself a drink. "Listen, uh, I think this is the best time possible we can actually talk to each other," he started, taking a seat on the other side of the table. When Eggsy raised a brow but didn't comment on it, he continued. "I understand your concerns."

"Do you?" he almost barked.

"Yes," he kept his voice a bit firm. "I know what I did in the past, I know that my actions were terrible and if I could, I would have changed it. However, I didn't have a choice. I didn't know who I actually was because they had put my brain into a fucking blender, wiping out every memory. Do you have any idea how hard it is to live like this?" he sighed, realising how harsh he sounded. "Y/N is the only bright light in my life. She sees behind these things I had done. Fuck, she is the most amazing woman in the world. In her eyes, I am so much more. And in my eyes, she is a fucking goddess. Do you really think I would hurt her?"

Before replying, Eggsy drank the rest of the drink and poured himself another one. "I have no idea, mate. What if you hurt her one day? What if you turn back into that thing you have been and snap her neck? She is my younger sister and I care about her. I, as her older brother, must protect her from the world, from being harmed. For fucking sake, she is a fucking Kingsman and here I am worrying the shit about her."

There was silence for a few minutes. They poured another round, drinking it. Both men were worried about the same woman because she represented much more than any human being. "I really love her, Gary," Bucky sighed. "I get it why you hate me..."

"I don't hate you," he admitted. "I am worried. And call me Eggsy. It is weird when you call me by my real name. Even my mother doesn't call me that," and he chuckled.

"Fine, thanks, Eggsy," Bucky smiled, a bit relieved that the chat was going the way he hoped for.

"Cheers, mate."

An hour later, they were sitting next to each other, ready to drink another bottle. Bucky had to steal Thor's mead because he wouldn't get drunk with Y/N's brother if he continued drinking the whiskey. It didn't do well since he had that damn serum in his veins. He felt like they needed to do this together.

"So, you are going to marry my sister," Eggsy slurred. "Do you know what that means?"

"That I will be the luckiest and happiest man on earth," Bucky questioned.

He had to roll his eyes. "No dipshit. It means that if you hurt her, leave her, I will be the first one pointing a gun at your head."

"Sounds fair," the brunet nodded. "I accept."

"Huh, that was surprisingly easy."

As the alcohol was fully running through their veins and they were drunk as skunks, the men started to crack jokes and talk about basically everything, as if they were have been friends for a long time. Eggsy talked about his actual princess, mentioning a formal dinner he had before the incident; he even let Bucky wore the Kingsman glasses and talked about the missions he so far had.

Y/N came out of her bed at four in the morning, feeling cold and alone in her bed. Her instant mission was to find Barnes and take him back to bed with a glass of water. Her gut brought her to a fully lit kitchen where she found something that would possibly happen only in her dreams. Her brother was asleep on the table, still holding an empty whiskey glass. Bucky, on the other hand, was still awake, giggling under his nose.

"I don't know if you are listening, Galahad, but fuck I love your sister. She is the best woman I have seen, felt under me and fuck, I would bring her heaven to her feet if she wanted to," and he smiled like an idiot. "Fuck, I love her. I fucking love her, you hear me?"

Y/N bit her lower lip, trying to hold the giggles. The boys had obviously talked it out, had a couple of drinks and now, it seemed that their relationship would get better. She was ready to approach Bucky and take him to bed when he too fell down on the table, already trapped in dreams. With a plastered smile on her face, she came to both boys. She put Eggsy's glasses to the side so he wouldn't destroy them. Then, she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You are the best brother," she mumbled. When she was done with him, she went to Bucky, gently stroking his longish hair. "I love you too, my brave prince charming," and she gave him a peck on the lips, tasting the whisky and mead.

. . .

"Rise and shine," Y/N clapped her hand loudly, waking up both man instantly. She came into the kitchen with Natasha who was smiling like a devil, enjoying the view. Both men looked like they came straight out of a trash bin. "Come on, get up you two. We have to meet Steve in five minutes," she spoke too loud for their liking. "He's going to be pissed if we are late."

"Shut the fuck up, woman," Eggsy groaned, trying to find a better position for him to sleep.

Sam and Rhodey came into the kitchen when Bucky finally fixed his eyes on both women, moaning in pain. His stomach was doing flips, ready to let out everything that was still inside of it. "Why have I been drinking?" he asked himself.

"Galahad!" The voice belonged to Merlin who came for a cup of fresh coffee. "You should be ashamed now. Percival is ready for the day and here you are, sleeping on the table, still hugging the bottle."

Sam laughed, eyes turning to Barnes. "Dude, you are practically fucking a guy" he made a stupid comment about Y/N's code name.

The woman instantly punched him hard into his bicep, frowning. "I would rather keep your mouth shut, Wilson. One more word and you might lose some teeth."

When everyone left the kitchen, Y/N remained with the two hungover men. She was enjoying the view. They did this to themselves so it was a good punishment for both men. "Well, anything you two wish to say to me?" she questioned, smirking.

"We're sorry," Bucky mumbled, covering his eyes with the flesh hand. "Please, don't be mad."

"For what, exactly?"

"For this," he pointed at both of them. "That we got drunk instead of being fully ready for the meeting." Eggsy simply nodded in agreement.

"Here's how we are going to do it," she approached the table, taking the bottles and glasses with both hands. "You two will immediately take a shower, a cold would be perfect, and have a nice cup of strong coffee. When I am back from the meeting, I want you two ready to work on this mission."

"Yes, mam'," Bucky simply nodded, knowing he shouldn't be protesting.

"Anything for you, sis," Eggsy gulped dryly.

She smiled at them while taking two bottles of water from the fridge. Each of them was brought directly into their hands. She kissed Bucky's forehead and stroked her brother's hair. "I am glad that you talked it out last night, but now, we need to work. I love you both, okay?"

"I love you too," Bucky smiled.

"Same here, sis."

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REQUEST #2 - This Particular Sunday [Jeon Jungkook]

SUMMARY: [Requested by @olivia1439] can I have a BTS writing were your dating Jungkook? you were in the dorms taking a nap and he was getting ready to head out for a photoshoot, but an earthquake hit and a heavy bookshelf had fallen on top of you, so you were trapped. when the earthquake stopped jungkook rushed up to the dorms to see if you were ok, with the rest of the boys following him. he had to pull you out while the rest of the boys had to slightly lift it up because it was so heavy. sorry, it’s so long.

GENRE: Angst, Fluff

WARNINGS: None

A/N: So sorry this is late. I hope this is what you were looking for! I feel like it’s very tell-y, but I think your request was very well thought out and cute :) Hope you enjoyed! 

Sundays were usually your favorite days. They were the days that you could take a break from the boring, yet hectic week. They were the days you could settle down and hang out with your best friends. Your best friends, also known as BTS, never failed to make it exciting, even though their weekends usually consisted of laying back and relaxing. 

However, this particular Sunday, Jungkook, your boyfriend, and the boys had a photo shoot to attend to. It never really bothered you when they had a schedule; they of course had work. Thus, when work called, you had to make way for it.

The night prior, the boys and you ended up having a movie marathon. You and Jungkook sat together on the couch closer toward the wall, while the others situated themselves on couches near the middle and other side of the room. 

During the night, you weren’t sure when, you ended up falling asleep with Jungkook on the couch. At some point in the night as well, the others had shut off the movie and went into their rooms. 

You knew that Jungkook had fallen asleep with you though since you felt his warmth all night, but this morning, that warmth was gone with a peck on your forehead and a soft “I’m going to get ready” cooed into your ear.

Your only reply had been a soft hum with you curling up further into the couch and pulling the covers Seokjin most likely placed on you two closer to your body. Sometime during your nap, you felt a hand slowly stroke back locks of hair behind your ear. Not only a few seconds later, did you feel a pair of lips pressing themselves on your temple and cheek this time before saying, “I’ll be going now. I love you.”

It wasn’t long before you heard several pairs of feet stampeding the door at different paces, shaking you slightly in your spot. You even heard their frantic whispers of “I hope we get out early!” and ���Sh! Y/N is still sleeping!” The latter was probably whispered mostly by Jungkook, Seokjin, and Namjoon, who were very mindful of your sleeping schedule, even though they most likely needed it more. 

You were sure the shaking that later occurred at a slightly more rapid pace was caused by a few of the members rushing back to grab something they had forgotten, so you ended up curling up tighter into yourself. 

That wasn’t until you felt several hard objects collide against your head, the side of your stomach, and your thighs.

Shaking slightly in terror, you peeled open your eyes and found that…

That you could barely see anything. 

You could barely move your mouth and make any noises as you tried to figure out what was going on. Instead, tears flew down your cheeks rapidly. 

It was only when you noticed by the little light filtering in and shedding onto the books that had fallen on you, you realized what happened.

An earthquake had trapped a bookshelf on you while you were taking a nap. You knew from the way that your breath could barely escape your lungs, you were trapped tightly underneath it. Thankfully, its weight didn’t bear down on you too much. However, its weight was far too heavy for you to lift on your own, especially in a fetal position. Most especially since you were downright terrified.

You couldn’t decipher between the tremor of your body and the actual earthquake. You were certain that it was still raging on until you heard muffled voices.

“She…under…bookshelf!” was all you could hear someone scream out breathlessly.

Or perhaps, it was just your muffled hearing that distorted their voice to appear that way. 

“Please help!” you croaked out, your fresh shed tears being joined with many more as you openly sobbed. 

You couldn’t hear much more after that besides a bunch of rustling. 

It was then that the light filtering in was no longer a single strand. More rays of light were penetrating your pupils while your breath slowly started to return to its lungs.

A pair of arms wrapped around your body and tugged you gently toward him. Through your blurry tear-filled eyes, you could discern a pair of warm, but concerned brown ones boring into you.

Jungkook wiped the tears from your cheeks and placed kisses where his fingers grazed across. “Are you okay?” he whispered, his voice broken and wavered. 

You could only nod as you buried your face in his chest. “Thank you.” 

After a while, you managed to collect yourself and turn your head to the others, who looked equally as concerned and exhausted. With a small smile, you told them, “Thank you so much.”

“We’re just glad you’re safe,” Hoseok answered, walking up to you two and placing a hand on your shoulder to squeeze it. 

“We have to make sure you’re extra safe though. Come with us.” Jimin was the one who had spoken up. He lifted one of his hands to swipe a piece of his hair away from his forehead. “We really, truly won’t mind.”

You looked up at Jungkook, who seemed to be more shaken than you. He was still clutching onto you as if you were perpetually trapped under that bookshelf. 

“Is it…is it okay?” you asked quietly, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he looked down at you. 

With a small smile, he said, “I would be crazy if I even thought about saying no.” He placed one more kiss on your forehead and helped you up.

~Admin Eggy