#i like. shifted in my sleep last last night and BAM neck pain all of a sudden

[scootarooni]

ive been afflicted by some gnarly neck pain ヽ(￣д￣; )ノ

[tumbling-darkling]

Midnight Hang-Outs

This is a small crossover between Danny Phantom and DC! (Specifically Danny and Harley Quinn!) Following the prompts from Day 11 and 12 - Midnight and Scars (more of mentioned than revolving around it) Harley might be slightly ooc because I don’t read a lot of DC comics but maybe consider it more of like AU Harley Quinn. Mother hen. She feeds the vigilantes of Gotham on slow nights.

Harley glanced over to the boy sitting next to her on the rooftop of the Gotham Bank, she had been planning to break into it to draw out some fun with any nearby vigilantes but instead she had spotted the scrawniest looking glowing teen she’d ever seen. Well he was the only glowing teen she’d ever seen, but the poor kid was struggling against some freak in a white suit.

He had already devoured about 10 of the breakfast sandwiches she bought from a nearby 24 hour fast food joint, she couldn’t remember the name but her pal, Jeremy, always worked late shifts and gave her most of the grease filled wraps for free. Which she got a total of 20 and was beginning to worry that it wasn’t enough for this endless void. She thought she could calculate this kind of thing better based on Batsy’s kids, then again none of them had powers. That must be the factor throwing her off.

She glanced over him again, taking in his features for probably the hundredth time since she spotted him. White hair that gently wisped around his face like he was constantly underwater, pale blue-green skin with neon green freckles that sparkled like stars in the night, toxic green eyes that matched the freckles, flecks of blue hidden within the irises that shone in the right light. He hand pointed ears and little baby fangs, and his suit itself reminded her of the superheroes she’s faced before, but the material seemed all wrong when she got a closer look. It wasn’t spandex, or that thick armour like fibre that Batsy likes to use. She didn’t know what it was made out of. That flaming looking D was enough to hint at a superhero gig, like Superman and that ‘S’ on his chest. She didn’t care that it was supposed to be a symbol for hope, his name was Superman and that thing was an S, end of conversation.

The kid had taken off those gloves in order to eat, she didn’t blame him though, eating with gloves on was weird, and those white gloves would stain like a motherfucker. What caught her attention about it was the scars. Little one littered this kid's hands, and then there was a ligament scar coating his left hand. It was the brightest of all the scars, glowing slightly a wicked green as if he was still being electrocuted.

She turned her gaze back to the streets below, “So, what are you doing out this late?” She asked, avoiding sensitive topics like the scar. “It has to be way past midnight at this point.”

The kid glanced over to her, then shrugged, “had to chase Boxy all the way out here, the dude flies fast for a ghost obsessed in boxes.”

Harley glanced back over, noticing the kid now had finished the last of the sandwiches as he looked in the bag for more, shoving the garbage into it once he confirmed there was nothing left, “Boxy? Was that the freak in white?”

The kid shook his head, “nah, that was a government agent. G.I.W, or the Guys in White. Must’ve followed me, cornered me after I was already exhausted from chasing Boxy all over town. Boxy is the Box Ghost, blue ghost dude in overalls, fairly harmless but he can be a pain in the ass when he wants to be.”

“Want me to blow the rest of those agents up for you?” Harley asked, leaning closer while flashing a sinister grin.

The kid jerked back, “no! No it’s fine, just caught me off guard! I can handle them just fine, you don’t need to blow anyone up!” He squeaked out quickly, wildly waving his hands around. Harley couldn’t help but grin at the display, he reminded her a lot of Batsy’s kids. Energetic, good hearts (most of the time), think they can handle the world.

“So are you one of Batsy’s kids? Harley voiced her thoughts.

The kid blinked owlishly at her, “Batsy’s… you mean Batman? The Batman?”

Harley shrugged, “yeah, Batsy. He has quite a lot of them so I like to try and stay updated when he gets a new kid. You almost fit the bill, young teen, dark past, though the powers would be new.”

“How do you know I have a dark past?”

“Well, you said you were a ghost, right? Meaning you died and judging by your age, died before you even finished high school. I’d call that a dark past,” she kept out the lingering question of how he died, that wasn’t something you exactly ask someone when you first meet them. “So you aren’t one of Batsy’s kids?”

The kid shook his head, “nope,” he popped the p, “never even met the dark knight before. I barely visit Gotham, well anywhere if I can help it, I try to keep my problems in my home turf.”

“I see, you know what, I should’ve known better. Batsy would never let his kids run around this late anyway,” she hummed. “I did once see him chew a Robin out for fighting crime past his curfew, it got me arrested for sticking around to watch but boy was it worth it!” She laughed. She was surprised that Batman hadn’t gotten to this kid yet, anyhow. He didn’t always stick around Gotham ever since he joined that hero club, but that just meant that this dude had even more of a chance to find this kid. Must be dumb luck or something.

“Batman puts curfews on his sidekicks?” The kid asked, mouth agape.

“Well duh, the guy is all about the well-being of his kids. He has a no killing rule but he gets close to breaking it when one of his kids gets almost killed. He keeps them well fed, makes sure they sleep, I know because I can hear him from across rooftops at times and I fight enough of his kids to notice they aren’t skin and bones like you.”

The kid looked down at his ungloved hands, and she noticed him tracing the pattern of the ligament scar lightly with his other hand. His expression changed as he seemed to run through a series of thoughts before he spoke again, “why did you help me?” He asked, not looking up to meet her eyes, “you are a villain, right? You fight Batman and Robin, and other superheroes too if they face you. You know I’m not a villain, you said so yourself. So why help me? Wouldn’t it be better to just let a vigilante kid get knocked off so you don’t have to deal with him in future crimes?”

Harley felt her heart shatter, who the fuck hurt this kid like this? “I’m not some heartless bitch,” she said in a matter of fact tone, “you and all the teen sidekicks or vigilantes out there are still fucking kids. I have morals, and some villains don’t have the same morals as me, but seeing you getting kicked around by some freak in an alley where no one could see you? That kind of shit rubs me the wrong way. I fight teen heroes from time to time because I know they can handle it, they can fight back and I myself won’t stoop so low as to kill them if I manage to get in a few lucky hits.” She lightly nudged his shoulder, “and it’s not like you’ve personally wronged me or anything. I felt like being nice, helping out. You seem like a good kid, so why not help you out? Maybe one day I can call a favour and you can distract Bats while I kidnap the president?” She joked.

The kid looked up suddenly, sending his hair in rippling waves as he was giving her a wide eyed and the most worried look imaginable. She couldn’t help but let out another laugh, “I’m joking!” She clarified. “But I think we could have some pretty interesting game nights with Ivy. Not illegal game night, more like Uno or something. Maybe just a little gambling.”

The kid relaxed again, “well… uh… thanks. For helping me. And the food. And talking,” he rubbed the back of his neck, looking up at the sky.

“No problem, be sure to come visit again. Hey, maybe I can even introduce you to Bats at some point! Make a big show and pretend you are a villain and then BAM! Just kidding he’s just a glowing vigilante I helped out once!” She stood up, stretching her arms a little, “be sure to take it easy on your way to your home by the way, maybe take a nap or something on the way there.”

The kid nodded with a smile and stood up with her, then paused as shock filled his eyes and he spun quickly towards Harley, “Wait- how do you know I sleep-?”

Harley laughed, “well, I don’t think ghosts normally eat, so I’m assuming you sleep too,” she offered a soft smile, “just take it easy, and hey, if you ever find yourself in trouble.” Harley then pulled out a business card she usually kept for shits and giggles, handing over the poorly designed card to the kid, “know that you have a friend in Gotham who’s ready to help. And who knows how to get Batsy’s attention the fastest.” She winked.

The kid took the card, a confused grin tugging at his lips, “thanks. Hey, uh. I go by Phantom. Since I never really introduced myself.”

“Well Phantom, nice to meet you,” Harley grinned back.

[stayz4ever]

Insomnia- Minsung//CHAPTER 2

Pairing: Minho x Jisung (some sort of Changlix)

Stuffz to know: Fluff, angst, mention of sexual activity, family problems, and last but not least my bad humor

Summary:  It’s not Jisung’s fought that a little somebody deiced to come back in town. It is his fault for the events that will happen this summer though.

I can’t sleep

So tell me

I stay awake again tonight

Maybe tomorrow night, too

So tell me now, I’ll find a way

Tomorrow night too, there is no other way

I can’t sleep

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People already are lined up waiting for the park to open, the line gotten bigger from just an hour. On the inside of the park the owner gave everyone working a greeting and a little bit of an lecture.

“Minutes from now the park will open and I’m hoping that everyone will be on their best behaviors.”

“Don’t just look at us, they are the kids here!” Jackson exclaimed and Bam whined too, “We worked here longer. We know what we doing man.” They’re are a hand full of those who basically graduated from this program that still work here. There’s Jae, Bam, Jackson, Jinyoung, Younghyun, Mark, Momo, and Sana. Jisung plans to stay too. The college life is not suitable for him, he barely graduated high school. The park did finally open and the line outside gathered about to the inside. All the workers were at their respective areas before people came inside. Eight hours from now the park will close and everyone will go back to their rooms, just to be bored. Even if the park was packed the time went by slow. Maybe it was because the weather was unbelievable that even the ones in the coldest of water complained. Chan and Woojin stayed cool in the office of the ticket booth, lucky is what the others call them. Almost the whole park can hear Jeongin from the highest slide complain about the heat. Jisung didn’t mind it at all. He lives for the heat. Of course he knows it’s crazy that he would rather stay baking in the sun instead of standing knee level in the pool like Minho. The heat for him is almost.......comforting?

“You look like a fish on a grill.” A soft voice got Jisung to sit up from the lifeguards’ tower. Sana plopped her chin down on the arm chair to look at him with a little smile. 

“I’ll bake like one too.” Sana is nice. Actually the first person to say hi to Jisung and the other boys when they first got here, she was entering her jr year.

“So he’s back this time?”

“Yea...so he says.”

“Shouldn’t you be happier? With a skip in your step? Last year you cried because he didn’t show up at all.”

“I didn’t cry! I didn’t give a shit.” 

“I still don’t understand how you two are so close.”

“Me and Minho? Close? Ha."

“What the hell did he do to you that you basically want him dead?”

“When you put it that way you make it sound like I hate him.”

“I have good reasons to...” She murmured under her breathe and rolled her eyes at Jisung.

“I don’t hate him.” Jisung looked in the direction of Minho, “I just don’t want him in the same room as me.” 

“Wonder why?”

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“Alright kid, go!” Jeongin yelled to the next kid waiting his turn to go down the slide. 

“He looked like he could be your older brother.” Felix whispered to Jeongin as that said kid pushed himself down the slide.

“Go eat your freckles.”

“So he can get more?” Changbin cheered as he walked behind them and roughened up Jeongin’s hair, “Now you’re using your head.”

“You like my freckles?” Felix shyly hit Changbin’s arm and he nodded almost instantly with joy, “I would be a fool not to!”

“I’m gonna vomit on the both of you.” No one really understands Changbin and Felix’s relationship, not even the two. They share glances, flirts, skin ship around the others, and go to the other in the need of relief on some daring nights. The conversation of becoming serious never really happened even if they want it to. Chan and Woojin, being the good observers they are, would call the two cluelessly in love.  

“You still never told me why Minho left sophomore year.” 

“You were gonna tell him and not me? The disrespect, Changbin.” Jeongin exclaimed into the conversation the other two were about to have.  

“I had to tell my favorite first.”

“Well tell me!”

“Apparently he had a sexual identity crisis or is still having one? I don’t really know, he wasn’t so detailed in how he said it.” 

“Good on him!”

“So that means he had so much sex during the time he never saw him. Damn.”

“Doesn’t have to mean that at all.”

“How else would he know if he likes the dick or vagina and might fuck around for both?”

“He got you there.”

“Don’t side with him, Binnie!” 

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Jisung laid out in the tower’s chair long enough to fall asleep since it’s the only time he’ll be able to. All was well until Minho splashed water in his face to tell him to get up for his scheduled break.

“No splashing, asshole.” Jisung stood up from his chair and wiped his face with the end of his shirt. A little skin showed that Minho stared for only seconds and of course Jisung didn’t see.

“Couldn’t use my sweet charm to wake you or I would’ve gotten another punch to the face like this morning. How else should I wake you up?”

“Don’t.”

“That’s no fun.” Jisung rolled his eyes as he walked past and Minho followed right behind him. They both sat at the snack bar controlled by Seungmin and Hyunjin. 

“At least my name isn’t a generic one!” 

“There were like ten jays in our graduating class!”

“All spelled with an y but not mine because I’m different and better.”

“His name isn’t even Brian.” Seungmin handed them both water bottles and Jae tsked, “You won’t get it.” 

“The last time I checked Seungmin doesn’t get anything.” Minho grinned and Seungmin forced a smile back, “Shut up.” Hyunjin gave Jisung’s usual of an ice tea with a lemon and tossed Minho a water bottle. The summer wasn’t suppose to turn out like this. Jisung wasn’t ready for this sudden change, isn’t. Maybe he really does hate Minho? Or maybe it’s something else? Let’s look at some signs. When Minho talks Jisung can’t help but listen even if he makes it look like he isn’t, he hates that. Jisung accidentally used Minho’s shoulder as a pillow the other day during the Mario Kart session and Minho didn’t mind it, he hated that. It has to be when Minho smiles at him and he gets all warm on the inside because he loves that. Oh shit. Fuck it’s something else!  

“What are you plotting in your head over there?” Jisung jumped at the question and looked up at Hyunjin sighing, “Nothing important.” It just has to be something else and not that I hate his fucking guts instead. Dumb stupid brain! 

“At least he knows that his opinion is invalid.” Minho shrugged his shoulders to Hyunjin.

“I’m gonna wring your fucking neck in.” 

“Oh you won’t do anything you big baby! You could punch me in the face for real and I’ll feel nothing.” Jisung cocked an eyebrow at him and punched him dead in the nose. Minho groaned at the sudden pain and Hyunjin sighed, “I’ll get the ice.” Jisung looked at Minho with a blank stare and walked away.

“You good, Minho?” Hyunjin handed him an ice pack and nodded.

“Did he really have to hit me?” He whined as the ice pack made his nose burn with the contact.

“To be fair your face is punch able- I mean you tempted him and Jisung never bluffs.”

“Maybe I should only bother him in the morning. That punch he gave me in the morning felt like nothing!”

“Or you could just not bother him?”

“Don’t ruin my fun, Hyunjin.” Minho tsked and Hyunjin put his hands up in defense. In the meantime, instead of dealing with the situation he caused Jisung hid away in a changing room until closing time.

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The boys laid down in the living room bored out of their minds. Since some of them didn’t have a shift in the morning they got to stay inside. The lucky four stayed inside, played some games, and even cleaned  the place up a little bit. Mostly Chan and Woojin did.

“What should we eat tonight?”

“Ramen?” Chan shrugged his shoulders at Woojin and the other whined, “We had that last night.”

“Then cook something.”

“My cooking is bad.”

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

“Your cooking is even worst.” Woojin said the final blow and Chan clicked his tongue then dialed a pizza place. Seungmin giggled at the two as Woojin grinned happily at Chan.

“It will be here in 20.”

“What will?” Minho walked in the room after just taking a shower and sat down on the couch across from them.  

“Pizza!” Seungmin cheered and Jeongin cheered along with him,“Finally some good fucking food!”

“Where did the other four go?”

“Chan complained about there being no dishes so they went to IKEA.”

“Fuck off, Jeongin. I only said there is a lack of silverware and they were going to IKEA anyway.”

“For what?”

“Changbin wanted frozen yogurt.” Minutes later they came back from the store just in time for there to still be pizza left over. Felix and Hyunjin fought over a slice, Changbin pushed them out the way for two more slices. Everyone hung out on the couch watching some really bad TV while some commented on it or they talked about what happened at work. Jisung stayed in the kitchen part, he didn’t bother trying to communicate with others today. It’s been a total of two days since he punched Minho in the face. Minho still continues to wake him up even if he’s sleeping, ‘If I’m up you must be too.’ The thing about that is Jisung is always up in the middle of the night as the others get a goodnight's sleep. He doesn’t know why he does it. It’s always been this way since he was little, he got it from his grandfather. Just a couple of months ago his grandfather died from insomnia and yes you can say that Jisung is slowly going down that path too. The others don’t know anything about it except for Woojin and it’s better that way. They shouldn’t have to worry about it too.

“Did you get any sleep last night?” Woojin always asks him whenever the others are distracted so they don’t overhear the conversation. Jisung appreciates that.

"Kind of....like 3 or more hours."

"It wasn't cause of a nightmare this time, right?"

"Yea.....just couldn't sleep."

“You know I’m always ready to stay up with you so you’re not alone.”

“I know but it’s okay.” Jisung smiled at him and Woojin shared one back after patting him on the back. Woojin went back to the others and Jisung stayed in the kitchen. Maybe I’ll get some sleep this week? It only started.... He can only hope. 3 hours of sleep can only be enough to get him through the day until he falls asleep in the middle of doing something. He once had his doctors prescribe him some sleeping medication. It’s not a big deal........really. Some people won’t get it. Some people don’t get it even after it is explained to them by multiple of people. Jisung has had too many experiences with that and they all ended bad. Excuse him if he doesn’t to go through that.......pain again. 

[imdifferentshadesofpurple]

notata.

for my girl @parkhabits - my markjin half word count: 1,927 a/n: i started this in july so it’s so late my bad LOL

You didn’t believe in magic, didn’t believe in any sort of hocus pocus that resulted in unicorns or witches or creatures of the night.

You’re what your mother called ‘unimaginative’ and ‘cynical’, even though she’d say that with a fond look in her eye. 

You liked facts, liked to know exactly what was happening. And if you didn’t, you took comfort in knowing that there’d be a book somewhere that could answer your questions. 

So ironically, it’s a bookstore where you first encounter Park Jinyoung.

He first catches your eye when he sweeps past you in the Greek mythology aisle, mumbling apologies as his shoulder brushed against yours.

You feel...something under the surface of your skin like he was a match that was lighting you aflame. But the time you had turned around, he had rounded the corner and you were left rooted in your spot, fingers ghosting over your shoulder and a sort of dumbfounded look on your face. 

Your paths don’t cross again until you’re leaving later that night, a bag of books hanging from your arm and a smile on your face. 

You didn’t notice the cold at first, and the wind that started to pick up. But when you did, the fog had already settled and you could feel the chill down to your bones. 

It was all a blur after that, a haze that fell over you like the ongoing fog.

You’re not sure what came at you but later, much later, you could still hear the screech echoing within your mind, feel gentle but urgent hands pushing you aside. 

You felt yourself falling, the ground rapidly approaching, and in all the commotion you swore you saw what looked like wings.

“You fainted.”

Those were his first words to you, right when you open your eyes and see a slightly familiar face swimming before you.

You don’t really know how to reply to that, head as heavy as probably twelve elephants and maybe a few more exotic animals. You groan and try to sit up but his hands on your shoulders, sturdy and warm, halt you immediately.

“Don’t do that,” he scolds gently, “my father will take a look at you once he’s tended to my brothers.”

That surprises you, even amidst your confusion. “What do you mean? Did something happen?”

He frowns, “You don’t remember? Jaebum hyung and Yugyeom saved you. You were attacked by a harpy last night.”

A harpy?

Thanks to your love for reading, harpies weren’t an unfamiliar term. But it doesn’t stop you from frowning, “A harpy? What in the world are you talking about?”

A yelp of pain sounds from somewhere in the house and both of you turn towards the noise. He clucks in worry, eyes darting back to you quickly. “I can explain everything, in due time. But I just need you to lie back down or the stitches will pull. I’ll be back, please don’t move.”

You watch him go, frozen in this foreign bed you’ve found yourself in. Stitches. You can feel them now, running the length of your shoulder. It doesn’t hurt, nothing does aside from the slight burn behind your eyes, and you wonder just what kind of medicine was coursing through your veins.

A sudden wave of exhaustion passes over you and you do as you’re told, lying back down against the soft white sheets while minding the stitches. Eyes heavy, you drift for a moment before sleep takes you once more. 

“She’s pretty hyung. But I bet she’s gonna freak out when she wakes up, the  meds dad used have worn off.”

“Bam I need you to shut up please before your obnoxious voice does, in fact, wake her.”

Eyes fluttering open, you hear a sigh sound somewhere above you before the pain cuts in and you hiss as your shoulder shifts. 

When the boy from the bookstore’s face appears before you, it’s like the fog from before was clearing and you were just starting to realize what was happening. 

Or it could really be because the medicine had worn off.

Sudden panic surging through you, you scream and lift yourself off the bed, ignoring the stabbing sensations running up and down your arm. You push yourself as far as you can, eyes focusing and breath labored. 

“The stitches hyung!”

You recognize who’s in front as if you've known him for some time instead of a simple brush of shoulders between books. Another boy, seemingly younger, is by the door, his eyes a bit wild but worried while his hands are out as if he’s waiting to fly across the room and catch you.

“Y/N, you’re okay! You’re okay, I promise. Just please, try to calm down or you’ll pull the stitches and bleed everywhere!”

You take in air, like small gulps of water, “H-how? How do you know my name? What’s going on? Where am I and who are you?”

He runs a hand through his raven hair, biting his lip, “I’m Park Jinyoung. I know your name because you’re a regular at my brother’s bookstore. He’s the one that recognized you when we brought you here, to our home. Over there is my brother BamBam and yes, that’s his name, he won’t respond to anything else. Now, please. Your shoulder.”

Your racing heart starts to calm and you sink back down into the sheets. You still keep your distance, a thousand questions running through your mind. 

“What is going on? Why am I in your house and why does my shoulder feel like it was almost ripped off?”

Jinyoung shares a look with BamBam and the younger nods, bowing slightly before leaving the room. You squint in Jinyoung’s general direction and he catches you, chuckling under his breath. “Don’t worry, he’s just grabbing Mark hyung. So he can re-check your arm. And I can explain everything when they’re here.”

“When who is here?”

The door opens again and BamBam appears once more, this time with five other unknown people. 

When your eyes widen, Jinyoung smiles. “My brothers.”

You don’t believe in magic, in things you cannot explain.

So when Jinyoung tells you he’s Apollo, tells you his family are full of gods and goddesses, you’re sure you're still in the bookstore, maybe asleep and dreaming all this up.

But Jackson, or Ares as he so eloquently introduced himself, only smiled and pinched you (hard), earning a glare from Jinyoung as you groaned and realized you were very much awake.

You let Mark take care of you, Poseidon's hands a lot more skilled and gentle than you thought possible. He re-examines the wound on your shoulder, slapping Youngjae’s hands away when he gets a little too curious. You don’t focus too much on the pull of the needle, staring at each brother as you try to process everything that’s being thrown at you.

Jinyoung is rambling about the bookstore when you throw your hands up unexpectedly, causing Mark to yell shrilly. “Just -- stop! For one minute!”

All eyes turn to her and it’s silent as you take in a few deep breaths. “Look. I don’t -- I don’t believe in this stuff. Gods and goddess? Reincarnation? Harpies? You’re trying to tell me that Youngjae is Hephaestus? The god of metalworking? And -- and that Yugyeom helped saved me but he’s the god of wine and ritual madness?”

You point right at Jaebum who had made himself comfortable in the corner by the window. “And Jaebum. He’s not even the oldest but he’s Zeus. You’re trying to convince me that Jaebum is Zeus? And BamBam is Hermes.” You turn sharply and Mark hisses through his teeth as he meets your eyes. “You want me to believe you’re Poseidon.” Another turn, this time to Jackson by the door, “And you. Ares. The god of war. And Apollo --”

You halt as your gaze lands on Jinyoung. He looks worried, something in his own eyes burning like a fire that’s about to rise from the pyres. It sends a shiver through you as if time was stopping and zeroing in on you both.

As abrupt as everything else happening around you, you’re sucked into something, your body squeezing tightly like it’s trying to fit into the neck of a glass bottle. You realize your surroundings are different, you can feel it, even though you can’t break the tether between you and Jinyoung. 

Look around.

You’re somehow unsurprised to hear his voice in your head, its gentle timbre breaking the trance long enough for you to register you’re in a memory. 

Your memory. From the harpy attack.

You watch your past self walk out of the bookstore, shoulder unmarred. You see the fog, feel the cold and understand that what’s happening in front of you is no illusion. 

You see Jaebum, lightning in his eyes. You catch a glimpse of Yugyeom, pushing you to the ground just as something swipes at you, tearing the skin and muscle up and around your shoulder blade. 

There’s blood everywhere and you can’t tear your eyes away, Jinyoung by your side, silent and stoic.

The fog lifts once the harpy is driven away, injured and afraid of Zeus himself. You’re there on the ground, eyes closed and breathing labored. It’s Jackson who appears and lifts you swiftly, barking orders at Youngjae who materializes seconds after him, jaw set tight as he searches for any more threats. 

When they’re gone, having whisked you away with them, that’s when Jinyoung appears. You frown, noticing the way Jaebum sets a heavy glare in his direction.

You should’ve stayed away from the store. I told you she’d be here and yet you came anyway.

Jinyoung looks sick, matching the expression of the Jinyoung standing next to you.

I didn’t think--

You flinch when Jaebum’s voice rings out, as strong as the lightning sparking the sky.

Of course, you didn’t think! I know how hard it is for you, the physical pull you feel! But we all agreed, centuries ago, that to protect her you’d stay away. You’ve done such a good job so why the hell would you ruin it now? Jinyoung. She’s marked. The fucking harpy marked her. Which means they’ll be able to find her, no matter where she goes. The Fates warned you. You’re tied together for eternity, every reincarnation for the rest of forever. But just like you watched Cyrene die all the years ago, you watch her die in every life she lives. Atropos gave you a solution: no contact. No harpies, no memories. No memories, no death. And now--

Jinyoung’s voice, just as fierce, makes your heart clench. You can hear the pain, hear the sadness of centuries past.

Now I’ve gone and fucked it up! I know that! I know! But she was there hyung. In front of me. And my body moved towards her. We barely touched and now I’ve messed up the rest of her life. But we have to protect her, I have to protect her, I don’t know anything else. My life means nothing else.

You don’t know you’re crying until Jinyoung is wiping tears from your cheeks and you’re back in the present. You’re alone with him now, the others suddenly gone. You’re shaking, only a slight tremble, but he pulls you towards him and whispers in your ear. He tells you it’s alright, tells you that you’re safe, and as you let your tears fall and your arms wrap around him, you finally start to believe.

And you know you’re never going to be safe again.

[t0ngue-tech]

All Yours | Five

“Out of all of the dumb things you’ve done in your life, this one takes the cake. Yoongi was already dealing with a lot on his plate and you just had to kiss him, thus adding more stress and confusion. You thought back to the moment you opened your eyes while kissing him and how angelic he seemed to look with his eyes closed. You loved the image so much, it made you feel even worse.”

↠vanilla angst lmao, slight fluff???? universityAU↞

word count: 3.2k

↠series: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 6 | 7 | ↞

A/N: HELLLLO MY FINE FRIENDS HOW ARE YOU GUISE!!! school started today /sweats nervously/ and im already stressed out??? i hope this will lighten your mood a bit! and i know this is a lot shorter than the previous parts but there will be more!! enjoy yall ^-^

Five minutes? Thirty? An hour? You weren’t sure how long you were sitting on the floor, but your legs and your butt were numb from keeping them pinned to your chest. Tears soaked the cotton of your sweats and the skin of your forearm. Your breathing was labored and it literally felt like your chest was caving in from crying too much. You had your phone pressed against your ear and you weren’t even sure if the screen was wet, but you didn’t care about anything else at this point.

“Y/n, take deep breaths. Deep. Breaths.” Hani spoke soothingly. You took shaky deep breaths. It wasn’t ideal, but Hani still complimented your efforts. “Okay, listen to me babe, it’s okay, okay?”

You let out a sharp sob. “It’s not okay, Hani. I promised you that I wouldn’t cross any lines and—and then I fucking kissed Yoongi!” Your breathing became jagged again and there was a harsh pain in your stomach almost making you want to vomit.

Hani let out a sigh. “Fuck the promise, y/n. Give yourself—and Yoongi—some time for yourselves. You said that he didn’t push you away, right? He kissed you back?” You subconsciously nodded your head. “It’s obvious that he’s feeling something or has something going on in his mind and you two need to talk things out. It may not be now or tomorrow, but you will need to.”

You stayed quiet, letting yourself catch your breath and let her words sink in.

“Promise me this. No matter what you two talk about, just keep me in the loop. You can tell me as little or as much as you want. I just don’t want you spiraling.”

“I—I promise, Hani.” You lifted your head, feeling the strain on the back of your neck from keeping your face buried in your arms for too long.

“Good. Now get a good night’s rest. Once your head hits that pillow bam! You’re out.” Hani laughed.

“Yeah.” You chuckled, finding the strength the smile again. “Yeah, I will. Thank you, Hani. For everything.” Fresh tears began to brim your eyes and you weren’t even sure why this time.

“Anytime. Love you!” Hani sang and you whispered love you, too before hanging up.

Besides the heavy rain beating against your windows, your dorm was back to being quiet and lonely. You finally stretched out your legs and pulled the collar shirt up to your eyes and used it to wipe away any tears.

Out of all of the dumb things you’ve done in your life, this one takes the cake. Yoongi was already dealing with a lot on his plate and you just had to kiss him, thus adding more stress and confusion. You thought back to the moment you opened your eyes while kissing him and how angelic he seemed to look with his eyes closed. You loved the image so much, it made you feel even worse.

Hani was right. You needed some sleep after crying for what seemed to be hours. She was also right about needing time before talking to Yoongi. Even if you wanted to call him, he really did need more time to process things and come to terms with himself. You blew out a shaky breath and stuffed your phone in one of the pockets of your sweats.

“Good night to me, I guess.” You mumbled. You stood up and not long after standing, there were three loud knocks at your door. Being as exhausted as you were, you almost didn’t want to open your door, but your gut told you to open it.

You unlocked your door with weak fingers and was greeted with a very wet version of Yoongi. His entire body was soaked from head to toe and there was a puddle that was starting to form from where he was standing. He kept his eyes at his toes and his arms were kept to his sides. It didn’t register at first, but it finally hit you that the boy who just kissed less than an hour ago was standing in front of you.

“Oh my god, Y-Yoongi!” You blurted out and pulled him in by the hem of his t-shirt. “You’re going to get sick. Go to the bathroom and I’ll see if I can find some of your old clothes in my closet...and I don’t mean to be uptight, but don’t bring your shoes throughout my dorm, okay?” You waited for a verbal response, but instead, he began to fumble with his shoes and that gave you the cue to search for his clothes.

Is this a sign? You rummaged through your closet to find any of his shirts that you didn’t alter. Yoongi showed up to your dorm a lot earlier than what you had planned in your head and he wasn’t saying anything either. Maybe he was still shock? Shit, you still were.

You were able to find his university t-shirt, a pair of basketball shorts, and boxer shorts that you stole because you liked the donut design. You peeked from your room and saw your bathroom light on and the door opened about an inch. You approached slowly and quietly and knocked softly.

“Yoongi?” Your voice came out as a whisper. “Here you go. You can just use my towel and then have a seat in my room. I’m going to make you something to eat.” There was still no verbal response from Yoongi. He slightly opened the door and held out his hands for you to hand over his clothes. You waited a short while before heading back into your kitchen to heat up a hot pocket and brew two cups of coffee.

Seeing Yoongi at your door, your first instinct was to ask why he was here, but seeing his appearance changed your priorities. From what you could see, there was a distant look in his eye. He seemed out of it—like the air was knocked right out of his lungs. You didn’t want to pry, but your gut was telling you it had something to do with Seolhyun considering he left your dorm to see her. Sadly, you didn’t have the heart to confront him about him relationship because of what you did. You stopped halfway towards your room thinking about Seolhyun. What if she broke up with him because of what you did? Oh god…

You swallowed the lump in your throat and proceeded to your room where Yoongi was sitting on your bed with your towel draped over his head. He had his focused stilled on his lap or his feet—either way, he was looking down. You walked over towards your night stand to place the tray of coffee and food and he didn’t react to your presence at all.

“Y-Yoongi.” You choked on his name and cleared your throat. “C-Can I sit?” Your voice was trembling and you didn’t even realize it.

Yoongi nodded his head and reached for his coffee without saying a word. The air around you was thick and stale; you could reach out and grab it. When you sat on your bed, you kept at least two feet between you two, you kept your knees together and pointed in the opposite direction of Yoongi.

Besides the rain and Yoongi’s occasional sips of coffee, it was dead silent and it was driving you crazy. You fought with yourself on the inside trying to figure out what to say and how to say it. Asking him how he was doing didn’t seem fair and starting off with a casual “hello” didn’t seem right either.

“U-Um—”

“She was having sex with Seung Ho.”

Yoongi’s words were flat and it rang through your head like a flatline. Your jaw dropped slightly and your eyes widened. Out of all the things he could have said, those words were the last you ever expected to hear.

“I’m—Yoongi, I’m so sorry.” You turned your body to face him and for the first time, Yoongi finally looked at you. His eyes were glazed and wore an expression of disbelief.

“Seolhyun… she cheated—in her dorm, she was having—” Yoongi chewed on his bottom lip, trying to make sense of it all and honestly, you didn’t know how either. He brought one of his hands to cover his eyes and it broke your heart. Yoongi was never like this. He never showed any weakness in a form of sadness so this sight was difficult.

You carefully reached over and took the coffee mug out of his hand. It was a risky move to have physical contact with him, but he needed comfort, so you reached out and hugged him close to your shoulder. He wrapped his arms around your middle and his muffled sobs filled the room.

You felt horrible. First, you kissed Yoongi, completely throwing himself off his game. Then, when he goes to meet with his actual girlfriend, he finds out that she had cheated on him that night. Maybe she did this to get back at him for always hanging out with you? No, no, y/n. Focus on Yoongi. Stop overthinking.

It took awhile for Yoongi to calm down, but you sat there quietly, rubbing his shoulders. He later released you but kept face near the crook of your neck.

“Do you want some water, Yoongs?” You whispered.

“No.” He sniffed. “No, I’m okay.” He took shallow breaths and you gently rubbed the back of his neck, still feeling the wet ends of his hair.

“I’m gonna grab by blow dryer. I’ll dry your hair now so you can get some rest.” You shifted your weight to let him know you were going to stand up, but circled on of your wrists with his hands.

“You’ve been crying.” Yoongi’s blood shot eyes stared into your own. Right now wasn’t the best time to talk about your incident, so you pressed your lips together and wriggled yourself free before he could say anything else.

Thankfully, Yoongi’s hair was short which meant drying his hair didn’t take eight hours. As soon as you were done, Yoongi quickly finished his hot pocket and you cleared the dishes. While drying the cups, you took a second to collect your thoughts. You weren’t ready to talk about the kiss so you had to make sure to keep the focus on Seolhyun. Yoongi was in a painful situation, now was not the time to bring up your inability to have self control.

By the time you entered your room, Yoongi was lying down near the wall with his hands resting on his stomach and eyes glued to the ceiling. Was it selfish of you to want to want to sleep on the couch?

“Y/n?” Yoongi’s voice startled you.

“Y-Yeah?” You tiptoed over the empty spot on your bed and you sat down with your legs crossed.

“I’ve been a horrible boyfriend, haven’t I?” You had to fight the urge to shove him or raise your voice at him.

“No? What the hell, Yoongi? What are you even saying?!” The tone in your voice sounded a bit too agitated for your liking.

“I mean, I must’ve done something wrong for her to cheat on me. I should’ve paid more attention to her or maybe—” Not wanting to hear anymore, you reached over to put your hand over his mouth.

“Jesus, Yoongi, listen to me.” You sighed. “You gave her so much of her attention, but she made the choice spend her time elsewhere. Cheating is also a choice and just like she made the decision to do other things, she chose to have sex with Seung Ho.” Talking about cheating burned a hole in your heart because hell, you fucking kissed the dude. You told yourself to wait, but the apology inside of you was ready to burst.

“Yoongi, I’m—I’m sorry for kissing you.” You didn’t stop there. “Kissing you was way out of line and I made that choice to do it, so I don’t even know why I’m sitting here trying to lecture you about choices when I made the dumb decision to—”

Yoongi sat up quickly and it was his turn to cover your mouth with his hand. “It’s okay, y/n. I promise you it’s fine.” For the first time since he arrived, he smiled. It was a weak one, but you were glad to see the corners of his mouth stretch upward. “I uh, I had to tell Seolhyun what happened, but I told her that I kissed you instead.”

Your eyes widened to its fullest potential and your jaw dropped. “Oh god, Yoongi. Why would you say that? It—It was my fault—”

“Hey, hey, calm down, it’s alright. It’s kind of true anyway, I did...kiss you…” He whispered quietly at the end. “And I felt guilty for that, so I knew I had to tell Seolhyun. I never thought… in a million years that she would…” You subconsciously reached out to hold his hand and before you could come to your senses, he held it.

“Did she say anything to you?”

He scoffed. “I barely let her talk, but she was pressed about me kissing you. That’s about it.” The crease in between his eyebrows deepened. “I felt guilty for kissing you, while she and Seung Ho…”

“Yoongi, I’m really really sorry that you had to witness all of that…” You said sadly.

“I ended it right there.”

You sighed quietly and gripped his hand a bit tighter. What more could you tell him? It was quiet after that and you both just sat there, holding each other’s hand. Yoongi seemed to have calmed down since his breathing pattern returned to normal and the grip on your hand was more relaxed. You weren’t sure what to say next. Ask him if he wanted to sleep? If he wanted more coffee?

Yoongi shuffled himself lower onto the mattress to lie down flat on his back. This position had you slouched over because he still didn’t let go of your hand, so you joined him. The rain was still hitting hard against the window and the sound was almost soothing to your ears. You closed your eyes for a few seconds to breathe everything in and the next thing you knew, it was four in the morning.

The rain made your room a lot colder than normal and when you wiggled your toes to stretch, it almost felt frozen. You tried to adjust your eyes to the darkness and searched for something, anything, to focus on. You looked down to find an arm slung over your stomach and a full head of hair near your chest.

“Oh, Jesus…” You breathed out quietly. It occurred to you that it was Yoongi who was curled up next to your side and you almost didn’t notice your arm underneath his neck. When the hell did you fall asleep and how did you get into this position with Yoongi?

If you attempted to extract your arm from underneath him, there was a chance he was going to wake up, but you really needed to pee.

Careful, y/n, careful. You sucked in a breath and began to gently pull your arm back. There didn’t seem to be a change in the weight of Yoongi’s neck on your arm and you realized that you had to pull harder to actually make some progress.

I should just do this fast like a bandaid. You readied yourself and took a few deep breaths. Like a bandaid. Even after your little pep talk, you couldn’t bring yourself to wake him up in such a sudden manner.

“Yoongi.” You whispered. “Min Yoongi.” He stirred and hugged you tighter for a few seconds before rolling over to rub his eyes. “Sorry, I need to pee.”

Without a word, Yoongi stretched upward and sat up to set you free. When you got up, you glanced at Yoongi who was sitting up with his eyes closed and eyebrows knitted together. You smiled, was it wrong to love how cute he looked in that moment?

As you washed your hands, you stared in your mirror. Your eyes were red and there was a significant amount of puffiness that came from crying earlier. God, you spent almost an hour crying to Hani about the boy you kissed and now he was the same boy who was attached to your waist as you slept.

What the hell were you going to do? Kick him out once the sun came up or leave for class before he woke up and hope he leaves while you’re in class? This made you realize that you had math 102 and that meant you were going to face Seung Ho. Great, just great.

You walked back into your room to find Yoongi sitting against your head board with your blanket over his shoulders. He noticed you walk in and opened his arm to have you sit beside him.

“You have class tomorrow. You should sleep.” You said as you crawled in next to him.

“Yeah, so do you.” Yoongi dropped the blanket around you and kept his arm around your shoulders. “But, I don’t feel like going.”

You nodded and almost leaned onto his shoulder, but stopped. You already held his hand and slept with him, now was not the time to get even more comfortable. His hand crept up to touch your cheek and made you lean onto his shoulder. Could you fall in like with him even more?

“I wish I could say the same.” You chuckled.

“Do it.” Yoongi spoke softly. “Just stay.”

You wanted to look at him, but you couldn’t, especially after what he said. How could he tell you stay that naturally and not expect you to feel shy about it.

“Sorry, Yoongs. I skipped my math class a bit too much so I could study for an exam for my psychology class.” It was true, you really couldn’t afford to skip another math class that used attendance as extra credit points. Which meant you had no choice but to see Seung Ho unless he decides to skip class.

“Seung Ho is in your math class, right?” His question surprised you because it was like he read your mind.

“Yeah… he is.” You answered. “I—I won’t talk to him though, not unless he talks to me first.” Yoongi just rubbed your shoulder and blew out a breath.

You could still hear the soft pitter patter of the rain against your window and the atmosphere was making your eyes feel heavy again.

“I should get some sleep.” You whispered. “Since I have class and all.”

“Yeah, of course.” Yoongi released you so you could get comfortable on your side of the bed. Before settling himself in his spot, he pulled your blanket over your body and put to your shoulders. He sunk down beside you and turned his body to face in your direction. You could see the whites of his eyes and the faint color of his pupils. It was so mesmerizing, you almost didn’t shut your eyes.

“Good night.” Yoongi said softly.

“Good night.” You replied, slowly fluttering your eyes closed.

It was still baffling to know that Seolhyun cheated on Yoongi. It made you wonder how long it was going on and at the same time you couldn’t help put piece together the times where she would blow him off or lie about where she was. Yoongi didn’t deserve any of this and all you wanted was to make the hurt go away. But how could you? You kissed him, thus creating a whole new surface of hurt and confusion.

Why couldn’t you have met Yoongi years ago?

♡ rae

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

The Two Become One

The Two Become One

Pairing:  Captain Swan

Rating: M for sexy times. Yeah, I went there, believe it or not.

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The fine, white mist cleared and Emma smiled in satisfaction as she realized her magic worked without a hitch, exactly as she’d wanted it to.   It was a relief after the last couple of days as the final battle waged and the Black Fairy took away both her memories and belief.  It was a relief to know she hadn’t also taken her magic.

“Well now,” Killian drawled, crowding her, leading with his hips, walking her purposely back toward the bed, “quite eager, are we?”

Emma swiped her hand through the air lighting candles throughout the room, loving the romantic glow it gave their already romantic bedroom.  She grabbed hold of the lapels of his wedding tuxedo and dragged him the rest of the way toward her.  “You gonna do something about it or are you just going to talk all night?”

He growled deep in his throat in the way he knew full well went straight to her core.  Surging forward he captured her lips in a passionate assault.  She gasped, and he took full advantage, plunging his tongue inside to tangle with hers.

It was overwhelming as it always was with Killian.  One little taste of him and she was lost, dragged under, completely consumed.  How she’d ever walked away from him back in the days before they were officially together was beyond her.

As the kiss went on and on, Killian maneuvered her backwards until the bed hit the backs of her thighs. There wasn’t a single cell in her body that wanted to resist as he tumbled them forward until she lay against the soft, smooth counterpane and he lay atop her, covering her completely, his hand tangling in her hair, his hook against her waist.

Emma raised her hips, grinding purposefully against the hard length of him.  He pulled his mouth free of hers, groaning at her movements, burying his face in her shoulder.  “Gods but I love you, Emma,” he breathed, his voice low and husky.

And suddenly it all just hit her.  

She’d just died, or come close to it.  Killian and her family had almost been destroyed when the Enchanted Forest crumbled around them.  She’d lived under the shadow of the prophecy for months.  Her parents had been under a shared sleeping curse. Regina’s psycho other half had gone around reigning chaos everywhere she turned.  And before that—being the Dark One, being forced to kill Killian, having to leave him in the Underworld…

It was one traumatic moment after another.

They’d survived, they’d made it back to each other, but no one could make it through so much fear and pain unscathed.

Emma felt a heaviness in her chest, her throat tight, her eyes stinging, and without warning the first hot tears began tracking their way down her face.

It took Killian a moment to catch the shift in her mood.  He’d just begun kissing his way down the smooth column of her neck when the first sob escaped her.

“Swan!” he said, swiftly raising his head to look at her.  “Love, have I hurt you?”

Emma shook her head emphatically, framing his face with her hands, tilting his chin up to look at her. “No,” she sobbed.  “No, you’ve never hurt me; you’d never hurt me.”

“Then why the tears, love?” he asked, gently reaching down to swipe at her wet cheeks one after another.

“It’s just, Killian I love you so much there aren’t even words,” she said, her voice thick with tears. “And I just about lost you. Again.  Every damn time I think things are getting better, some new crisis hits and we almost lose each other again.”

Killian got up and Emma reached for him, the tears starting up again at the loss of him.  But he didn’t move far, simply sat on his side of the bed before gathering her up against his chest, his strong arms surrounding her.

“And every time we almost lose each other, we prevail my dearest love,” Killian whispered, carding his hand through her hair, “and we always will.  I’ll not lose you again, not without moving heaven and hell to get back to you.”

She smiled, reaching up to cup his face with one hand.  “I know. I know no villain can separate us. Even death couldn’t do that.  It’s just…”

“What, Emma?” he asked gently.

“It’s just…a lot, you know,” she said in a watery voice.  “Just a lot of terrible things, and we never get to deal with them.  Soon as we get through one crisis, bam!  There’s another one just waiting for us.  I’m sorry. I know this isn’t exactly the kind of wedding night a groom wants, but….”

“Shh,” he said, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.  “Emma, you need never apologize to me for your emotions.   We’ve been through hell—literally and metaphorically—and there’s no shame in admitting to each other how traumatic it all was.”

Emma sat up and looked earnestly into his eyes.  “And you don’t have to hide from me either,” she said emphatically.  “Killian we’re together now, bound forever, and I want you to know you can tell me anything.  You can share any burden with me.”

“Aye,” he said simply, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to her lips.  “It’s been quite the whirlwind, but now, here, with you, I’ve finally returned to calm, peaceful waters.  Swan, what do you need of me?  What can I do to ease your heart?”

She smiled, a few stray tears continuing to track down her cheeks as she ran her thumb across his lips. “I need you, Killian,” she whispered.

“You have me.  Always.”

“I need to feel you, to be close to you, to prove to myself that you’re here, that we made it through,” she said, easing down onto her back and pulling him on top of her.  “Killian, make love to me.”

He smiled tenderly, the fine lines around his eyes deepening.  “With great pleasure.”

Slowly, he lowered his lips to hers, the touch whisper soft at first, gradually building in intensity until she was opening before him, tangling her tongue with his, pushing at his suit coat and working the buttons on his shirt.

Killian reached for the hem of her sweater as the kiss continued, dragging it up and over her head before cupping one breast, rubbing his thumb over the hardened tip through her lacy bra.

“Killian,” she sighed, breaking her mouth free, “feels so damn good.”

He smiled, kissing his way down her neck, across her chest, to the valley between her breasts as he reach behind, freed the clasp and then tossed the bra aside altogether.  The way he looked down at her was heady, almost intoxicating, and Emma rutted her hips against his, needing the friction, even if they still wore far too many clothes.

Killian stilled her with a quick chuckle.  “Patience, love.  I have plans to worship your delectable body properly before I fully pillage and plunder.”

“Killian,” she panted as his hand began playing with one breast and his mouth came to suckle at the other.

“Relax,” he said, letting go of her rosy tip with a pop, “We’ve all night, love, and I have every intention of cherishing you like the priceless treasure you are.  You, Emma Swan Jones, are everything to me.”

Emma felt the tears bubble up once more.  She brought his mouth back to hers for a slow, deep kiss, as his hand traveled to the button on her jeans.  They made quick work of the remainder of their clothes after that, movements interrupted by sloppy kisses and gentle caresses.

Killian sat up, when they’d finally removed the last barrier between them.  His eyes took her in from head to toe, eyes shining with adoration. “So bloody gorgeous.”  His hand skimmed down the soft skin of her belly, toward her damp curls where she needed him most.

Emma’s legs fell apart as his hand found her center and his thumb began circling.  She gasped at the sensations, at the way he drew out every aching drop of pleasure.  It felt like the first time with him every damn time.  He was so attuned to her body he knew precisely what she wanted, sometimes almost before she knew herself.

Wrapping a hand around the back of his head, she brought his mouth back to hers once more, letting him set a lazy rhythm against her as she kissed him.  Love for him washed over her anew as she rose closer and closer to the peak. She was almost there...

And then he withdrew his hand.

“Killian!” she whined.

“Patience, love,” he chuckled, settling himself between her legs, lining himself up with her entrance. “I need to feel you as you come apart for me.”

Emma whimpered with relief as he finally slid home.  Emma thrust her hips forward, sobbing at the way he stretched her, filled her.  Killian leaned down for another kiss as he began moving, and Emma suddenly came apart around him, waves upon waves of the most intense pleasure she’d ever felt washing over her, her high going on and on as he set a slow, deliberate rhythm.

The tears began again as her emotions surged.  She loved this man so much, so very, very much.  She’d never in her life believed she’d be this close, this connected to another person.  He was a skilled lover, of course, but it was so much more than the sensations his talented body could elicit.  It was as though their very souls connected when they were together like this.

No barriers, no hesitation, no limits.  The two become one.

As Killian’s kisses grew in intensity, his thrusts became faster, deeper, and in an embarrassingly short time, Emma felt herself scaling the heights once again.  “Close, so close,” she whispered as he kissed the nape of her neck, his hand coming to once again fondle her breast.

“Together,” he said through gritted teeth as he nearly pulled out and then surged back into her one last time.

The world seemed to explode in rose colored light as they shouted out in unison, reaching their peak together.  He kissed her once more, long, slow, deep, before laying on his back, gathering her to him.

“Swan, that was…”

She grinned, leaning forward to kiss his chest before laying her head against it, listening to the beat of his heart as it gradually slowed to its normal rhythm.  “That was soooooo not a one-time thing.”

He chuckled.  “Glad to hear it.”  

He sobered, his hand tracing patterns against her back.  “I love you,” he murmured, “and I always will.  It doesn’t matter what we have to face, we’ll face it together, and we’ll be all the stronger for it.”

“Yeah,” she said, feeling drowsiness close in, “as long as I’m with you I know we’ll be alright.”

 Notes:

--So this is new.  I decided to try my hand at something rated M, mainly just to see if I could do it and do it in a way that wasn’t completely awkward.  I suppose it’s up to you to decide whether or not I was successful.

--This story fits within my “The Honeymoon” verse.  Consider it a “deleted scene” that comes immediately following chapter 1.

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Im Here | Pt 1

A/N: So tomorrow i will be going under the knife for a much needed, much delayed neck surgery, So this will probably be one of my last posts for a week or two. Im prewriting a few things so if you see my name thats why, ill be resting though. Admin Fallen and Ru-Ri will be taking over, but i promise ill be monitoring things and possibly hopping on to talk to you guys every once in a while. 

I love you all so so so so so much, Kitty

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Rating: Drama, Angst, Smut, Fluff WARNINGS: Language, Eventual Violence, Lots of Smut Later on

Part | Prologue | 1 |  2 | 3 |

“You want to prove your loyalty to me. Hit her.”

Your eyes clenched and you bit your bottom lip. Out of all the things BamBam has done you couldn’t ever see him hitting you. You were half convince he wouldn’t until the sound of footsteps approaching you made you snap your head up. BamBam looked at you emotionless, one fist pressed hard into another. Your eyes began to dart and your bottom lip tremble. Your head shook and you started to squirm, his name coming from your lips in a soft and desperate way.

Once again he pressed his lips together before looking over to Pavliukov, who nodded. Your eyes darted back to BamBam who nodded once, clenched is jaw and then swung.

You sat up straight in bed, Your chest heaving and tears running down your cheeks. This always happened when you spent the night away from Jaebum, but with the amount of time you were spending way from your family you had to give them as much as a weekend every once in a while. 

With your hands balled into fists you pressed them into your eye sockets, counting to yourself as you inhaled and exhaled, something Jaebum had you do when the terrors snuck up on you. A sticky groan left your voice when you finally caught your breath and you sniffled into the back of your hand. It always made you hate yourself with how weak you got. 

You let your bare feet hit the wood of your childhood bedroom and your hands instantly went to your house coat you kept on the nob of the door. Well, Jaebum’s. Since your parents still didnt know about your relationship with him he couldn't come with you. So his thin, dark blue robe was the easiest way to bring him along. You sighed deeply again and wiped your face one last time before opening the door and heading down to the kitchen. 

Coffee. You thought. That was all you needed right now, but as you made your way to the kitchen the sound of voices made you slow down. Even stop to think about whether you wanted to deal with your family for the next half hour you'd be there. 

“Good morning honey!” You mom called as you walked slowly into the kitchen. 

“Morning mom.” You sniffled, your voice still really sticky. 

“Oh, darling. Were you crying? You look awful!” She said setting a full cup down in front of you. 

“No, I think I'm getting sick and I wasn't able to sleep all night.” You lied. 

“Should you go into work today?” Your dad now chimed in. 

“Its fine, one of the guys is probably the reason I'm sick. Its their own fault. But I’ll take precautions.” You said smiling sadly at them before reaching into the draw that was in front of you to grab a handful of plastic gloves and masks. 

The next thirty minutes seemed to drag on before Yugyeom and Jackson were showing up to your door with bright smiles. 

“Another nightmare?” Yugyeom whispered into your ear as your mother hugged both boys and handed them the ‘extra’ sides she always seemed to have for them. 

“Do I look that bad?” You asked pulling the mask down slightly so your words weren't too muffled. 

You chuckled lightly as he smiled and held his fore finger and thumb up to indicate a little bit. 

The car ride back to the house was quiet, not that there was rally anything to be said since the only exciting thing that happened was your nightmare of BamBam once again beating you up. You couldn't help but smile though. The longer you were in the car the closer you got to jaebum and you couldn't wait to  wrap your arms around his waist and bury your nose into his chest. 

Your smile widened as you rolled up to the house. It was Christmas time and you threw a small fit just to make Jaebum laugh the other day about there not being any decorations anywhere. Or at least there wasn't. The large house was now decorated with soft white lights around every window and a large christmas tree that had yet to be decorated sat in the front window.

“You guys were busy.” You teased, imagining how much they must have complained about being made to do this. 

“You actually think Jaebum let us do this? No, he hired someone.” Jackson said making you chuckle. 

Just like every time you returned home everyone seemed to be waiting for you. The moment you walked through the door you pulled the mask off and held your arms out to walk into Jaebums chest. He held you tightly, the feeling of his lips pressing repeatedly over the top of your head making you take a deep breath in and relax.

“Boys said you had another rough night.” Jaebum said, the other boys who had smiled and waved at you once you looked up shifted slightly as you nodded. 

“The usual BamBam and his fists.” You tried to say nonchalantly so no one would think you woke up in tears, but the way they all shifted uncomfortably and looked at one another you could tell they knew better than to believe your attitude.

“Don't worry, it only happens when I’m away from you guys.” You said pinching Youngjaes cheek as you walked past him and into the kitchen, tossing your coat off to the side for one of them to catch. But no one laughed this time you did it. 

You waited a minute for them to follow you into the kitchen but no one seemed to be coming. So you called out asking what they wanted. Still no answer. Wiping your freshly washed hands on your apron you walked back out to the foyer to see them all huddled around talking in hushed tones, Jaebum trying to yell at them as quietly as possible. 

“Um, guys?” You said raising an eyebrow, laughing slightly as they all jumped and turned your way. “What did you guys want for brunch?

It didnt take you long to make the same Omelette you made every morning you came back from your families house. The conversation in the kitchen was light, thankfully nothing to big seemed to have happened over the weekend. Usually the boys bombarded you with conversations about who did what and who said this. It was strange, but not that strange. You were just happy to be home. 

With breakfast done for everyone you realized you had still yet to go to the bathroom that morning, so with a quick peck to Jaebums cheek you excused yourself and ran into the nearest toilet.

Your mind was blank, all the troubles of the morning had seemed to wash away as you patted your face dry, you did look a little rough from this morning, but it was all okay. There was no one there to-

Pressed up against the wall right outside the bathroom door was a crumpled piece of red cloth. You rubbed your hands together once and looked down the hallway before bending down, your heartbeat increasing quickly as you got closer to it. You reached out a slightly shaking hand to take ahold of it, why you were shaking you didnt know.

But then you flipped it over and smoothed it out. 

In airy script a black B.B was sewn into the soft blood red material. You breath quickened as you looked at it, who could this belong to? Definitely not...

Even the thought of the possibility made it feel like 1000 pounds had just been dropped on your chest. There was no way this belonged to him, but how could it not? Anger then started to rise in you. How could they keep something like this in the house? After everything he did to betray them, how could they keep something like just lying around for you to see. 

Tears started to run down your face as you tried to pull it apart, the smell of his cologne fresh on the material making your heat beat faster as panic began to set in. You were on your knees now, one hand propping yourself up as  everything began to go week, The sound of your breaking bones echoing in the back of your mind as the disgusted looking face of BamBam you got through glimps as his punched you to black out flooded the backs of your eye lids. 

Your breathing became staggered and loud as the oxygen left your body due to the panic that had set in. You were able to rock yourself back till your body pressed against the wall. Your arms wrapped around your now bent knees and your head tucked between them as you tried to talk yourself down, the pocket square still clenched in your fist. 

It wasn't working. The more you breathed the harder it got to suck air into your throat. Your mind screamed and your body shook until you were able to get one loud gasp out of your body, finally allowing air to run to your brain. 

You could hear your name being called from down the hall. It was feint due to the pressing feeling in your brain, but you could hear it and soon the feeling of someones arms wrapping tightly around you and a much louder ‘Jaebum!’ could be heard. 

“Bam..” You hiccuped though the tears. His fingers traced over your swollen jaw before Pavliukov voice brought you two back.

“Why you protect? Huh! Who side you on?” He yelled and even though you couldn’t see him you knew that there was spit flying out of his mouth.

“Im not protecting anything other than you. If you were to continue you’d be dead.” He said with a stern look.

“You’re on our side? Prove it then.” He growled and soon BamBam was standing up to come eye to eye with Pavliukov.

You whimpered as Pavliukov threw instructions at his men and you were soon being yanked up and thrown into a chair, a painful yell running through you as your hair was bing used as a leaver to pull you up. You bore your teeth in almost a triumphant way as you watched BamBam press his lips together, obviously uncomfortable with the way you were being treated.

“You think you can tell me what to do? You think because you brought me this you can tell me what to do?” He said, his voice getting louder and louder with every word.

“And I’m the reason your plan will work so the least you can do is respect me when I say Enough.” BamBam said standing taller.

“Fine. If I can’t relieve myself, Ill just have to relieve myself.” He said before swinging around and landing a punch in your stomach causing you to lurch forward. Before you could groan another blow was sent into the sore corner of your jaw.

You cried out and coughed blood again and in hope that it would make them leave you alone you let your eyes flutter shut and your head roll forward.

“You want to prove your loyalty to me. Hit her.”

"I thought I told you she wasn't fucking ready!” You heard Jaebum quietly yell. Your eyes softly fluttered open to see his back to you and his nose practically against Marks as he yelled at both him and Jackson. 

“We didnt say anything, Boss!” Jackson softly yelled back. 

“She found this, you IDIOT!.” He yelled a bit louder making you close your eyes again, your heart starting to beat again a little too fast. “Which means you brought him here!”

Your eyes snapped open. He was here? He was alive? You tried to sit up but the pressure on your chest of being swaddled in the blankets surrounding you made it hard to move and your heart to explode again. 

“Jaebum!” You softly whimpered trying to get loose. 

You watched as his face drained, knowing you had heard him. In stead of letting  it get to him he released you from the blankets and helped you sit up, taking your cheeks between his hands softly, instantly calming you down. 

“Out.” He said softly to the two boys, his head cocking along with the motion. 

“Come here.” He whispered once they left.

His shoes slipped off and he crawled into the bed with you, pulling you tightly to his chest. He didnt say anything as his hand firmly rubbed your arm, but you knew its because he didnt know what to say, not because he thought you needed the quiet. So you started. 

“So he's alive.” You sniffed, noticing that you had started to cry again. 

“Yes.” 

“I thought you said he was gone.” You whispered with a shiver as a child ran down your spine. He obviously felt it since his arm wrapped tighter round you. 

“So did I.”

“You said you killed him.” You said even smaller, not even trying to hide the fact that you were crying now. 

“I thought the damage I did to him would kill him. And I figured that if it didn't when Jiyong figured out he squealed he'd definitely do it.” He confessed through a deep sigh. He really hated talking about murdering anyone with you.

You punched his chest slightly and wiped away a tear. 

“What is the one thing you drill into everyone.” You said punching him slightly again.

“Always finish the job, leave nothing undone behind.” you quoted, punching him again, but this time he was quick to catch your wrist. 

You watched as his hand softened slightly while moving up your hand till your fingers were all intertwined with his. He sighed as he thought of the right words to say. He knew you were right. He loved it when you were right. 

“It was a moment of weakness. I should have had the mentality that he'd rather die then betray me and since he betrayed me, he should be okay to die. But i didn't. The moment I saw him I saw my best friend for 20 years. I saw the kid who was left on my home’s doorstep because his family wanted money more then him and I faltered.”

“Did you see him?” You asked quietly. You might as well hear this all now.

“No. He found Yugyeom one night while he was patrolling and talked to him. I didn't even know they brought him to the house till today. He was here to see if he could ask for forgiveness.”

“Are you going to forgive him?” You asked. He paused for a minute letting you think about what happens if he did. Could you forgive him?

“My love,” Jaebum said tilting your chin upwards. “You can't even see something that reminds you of him without having a panic attack. Why would I forgive him?”

“Like you said, he's been your closest friend for 20 years.” You said shifting yourself slightly so you could see him better. “ I just want you to know, if you want to forgive him, it'll take some time but I will forgive him too.” You whispered sniffling once. 

You watched as his lips pressed together into a straight line before he let out a soft breath. 

“Lets have this conversation later okay?” He said softly, watching as you nodded.

You snuggled into his chest once again before his finger lifted your chin up so he could place his lips gently against yours. He held you like that for a minute before letting you go so he could change out of the restricting suit he was wearing. But his arms quickly found you again as he snuggled you both deeper under the blankets. 

“Im never going to let you go ever again, I hope you know that.” He said puling you in even closer to him while you giggle softly. 

“I hope not”

[jungkookienoona]

The Meme and His Tutor

Part 23: The Time The Tutor Was An Emotional Wreck

Co-written with @tragicshadows

Recommended Song: I’m in Love (Cover) by Jungkook and Lady Jane

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Summary:

It was time for you to go home. There was just one problem. You didn’t want to.

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, Tears, Evil Authors

Word Count: 7240

Length: 23/?

Sunlight streamed through the crack between the curtains, rousing you from your very last night of peaceful sleep in Jungkook's bed. Peeling one eye open, you noticed Jungkook's face barely an inch away from yours on the pillow. A small sad smile appeared. You would miss that sight. How childlike he looked in his sleep. You could feel his breath fan against your face as he lightly snored. Reaching a hand up, you stroked a strand of hair away from his face. His nose twitched. Your fingers moved of their own accord, drifting down his temple to his cheekbone before pausing at his jaw. Did you dare go further? Cautiously, you traced a line across his smooth skin to his chin.

He shifted slightly, your breath catching in your throat when he let out a deep sigh. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer, the gap between your faces getting smaller.

"Noona..."

Despite being there, warm and wrapped in his embrace, you felt a pang of longing echo through your body. In only a few hours you'd be saying your goodbyes. Even the thought of going home back to your small single bed made you sniffle, a sign you were tearing up.

Shit. You tried to turn away from him. Maybe you could stop the tears if you weren't facing him. You tried to turn with as little disturbance as possible but in your haste, you failed miserably and ended up with a sleepy Jungkook grabbing your shoulder.

"Noona?" His voice was hoarse from sleep and you instantly froze, shushing him.

You didn't trust your voice not to break if you were to speak. He shifted and was soon hovering over you with a concerned expression.

"Why are you crying?" His thumb brushed across your cheek, wiping away a tear you weren't aware had escaped.

You swallowed around the lump that had formed in your throat, and when you finally spoke your voice was barely above a whisper.

"I-I don't-t want-t to g-go."

His hand remained on your cheek, thumb soothingly stroking your cheek as he stared down at you.

"No need to cry Noona. You don't want the members to see you with puffy eyes, do you? Anyway, you'll be back before you know it."

You sniffed back any more tears, suddenly feeling pathetic for crying.

"Sorry for being stupid and getting upset."

A crease formed between his brows.

"Don't be so mean to yourself. Noona is everything but stupid."

"I find that hard to believe."

"It’s natural for you to be upset about leaving. You had fun, yes?" You nodded. "You had good sleep, yes?" You nodded again. "You enjoyed spending time with the members and I, yes?"

You smiled, "Of course I did."

His eyes crinkled as his lips spread into a wide smile.

"Good. That makes me very happy."

"Good."

He chuckled and lowered his weight onto one hip beside you, his head supported by his hand. His other hand dropped from your cheek to the shoulder of your bad arm.

"Are you in any pain?"

You shook your head. Your body was already growing used to the pain even though the break had happened just over a week before. Jungkook raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

"It's fine." You started to lift your arm to prove your point but he gently pressed it back into the mattress.

"You still need to take your pain medication."

You wrinkled your nose in disgust making him lean forward to boop his own against yours. Both of you froze as you heard voices heading towards the room. It was Namjoon and Yoongi.

"Namjoon, urin geudeul-i jam-eul jage haeyahae. Yeogin geunyeoui majimag nal-iya. (Namjoon, we should let them have a lay in, it’s her last day.)"

"Hajiman- (But-)"

"Neo geunyeoneun jinan bam-e dol-awass-eul ttae eolmana pigonhaessneunji bosyeossjanh-a. Geu aineun amado geunyeoui chimdaeeseo geunyeoui naemsaega garaanjge hagi wihae ganeunghan han oraesdong-an chimdaee nuwo iss-eul geos-ida. (You saw how tired she was when they came back last night. The kid is probably going to want her in that bed as long as possible so her scent sinks in.)"

Jungkook was quick to lay down properly, scooting closer to bury his nose in the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

"Pretend to sleep." He whispered.

Your eyes fell shut just as you heard the door creak open. Namjoon and Yoongi whispered back and forth, too quiet for you to distinguish anything, for a moment before the door finally clicked shut. He made a soft noise of content.

"Noona does smell nice. I would sleep better if my bed smelled like you."

You giggled and hid your blush by turning your head into his hair, the brown strands tickling your cheeks.

Since you'd been wearing Jungkook's shirts for a week, you were constantly surrounded by the scent of his perfume and loved it. It would be nice if your bed smelled like him too.

"Shame I won't have the same luxury when I sleep in my own bed."

He propped himself up on an elbow to look at you, "If it will help with Noona's sleeping problem I'll happily give you a bottle of my perfume."

You stared at him wide eyed.

"No, no! You don't-"

"I have a few still in their packaging that were gifts from ARMY. You can have one of those."

He offered you a sincere smile which you couldn't help but mirror.

"They're gifts from ARMY. It would be wrong of me to take them."

He thought for a moment.

"You can have the one I've been using while you were here then. You could spray some on your pillows and stuff."

An image of you spraying your whole wardrobe and room with his perfume came to mind making you giggle.

"Thank you, BunBun."

You quickly reached up to press your lips to his cheek, lingering there for possibly a second too long, before settling back into the pillows.

He pressed his own kiss to your forehead, "No problem, Noona. I want you to be happy no matter where you are."

You nodded then glanced across to the dresser that contained things you had yet to pack.

"I should get up. I need to finish packing."

Jungkook's smile morphed into a pout.

"Five more minutes."

He pulled you to his chest and nuzzled the top of your head. You tried to wiggle out of his grip but was met by him tightening his arms around you. You stayed like that for a short while before your stomach rumbled and he sighed.

"I guess we should feed you first."

He let you go and you made your escape, rolling away from him and grabbing your glasses.

You followed him out of the bedroom. The smell of something delicious met your nose but you couldn't put your finger on it. You turned the corner into the kitchen and were met with a shout of "Surprise!" There in front of you were the members, a banner saying "Annyeong Y/N" hung above them.

You didn't have a chance to say anything before Taehyung was dropping his end of the banner, which then fell onto Yoongi's head, and engulfing you in his arms.

"We will miss you!" He mumbled in perfect English.

In a matter of seconds it turned into a group hug, even Yoongi joined in despite how stoic most ARMY perceived him to be. Jin wiggled away first to go and stir a large pot on the stove.

"We made breakfast!" Hoseok said as he grabbed the cutlery from a drawer.

"You eat with us..." Yoongi paused for a brief second, obviously choosing his words, "one last time."

Namjoon proudly patted him on the back then took a seat at the table. Jungkook pulled out a seat for you which you gladly took, mouth watering at the sight of all the food laid out on the table.

Namjoon cleared his throat, "The members wanted to learn some English to give you a proper farewell."

Your cheeks had begun to hurt from smiling so much. Their kindness and generosity was truly heartwarming. Even though you'd spent almost every waking moment by Jungkook's side, you were going to miss them too.

Jin and Yoongi went about handing out everyone a steaming bowl of doenjang jjigae (soy bean paste stew). Hoseok followed after handing out small bowls of rice. There was already a spread of banchan (side dishes) that varied in tastes, a majority of them selected to match what foods you liked.

Once every inch of the table was covered by a bowl, you thanked everyone for their hard work and tucked in.

Jungkook shot you a disapproving look when you opted for the chopsticks instead of a fork. He was soon smirking when you failed to grasp even a pinch of rice. You resigned back to your fork.

Jungkook ruffled your hair, "Noona can use chopsticks again when she's all better."

You pouted and used a spoon to scoop up some stew, a lump of tofu being fished out immediately.

You swallowed down the mouthful and got Jin's attention, complimenting his cooking skills. His time spent with the BigHit kitchen staff was well and truly paying off.

"Noona, you'll make him blush." Jungkook giggled around a mouthful of food.

A part of you couldn't believe they had gone through the effort of cooking a breakfast 'feast' and throwing a farewell party. It was touching. You tried to hold back more tears as members idly chatted amongst each other, bringing you into the conversations. You were in the middle of talking to Namjoon about the course you would be taking at university when you felt something warm brush against the back of your hand that rest by your glass on the table.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jungkook watching you while tracing soothing circles over your skin. You shot him a quick smile of gratitude. He was always able to read you.

Plates were emptied quicker than you thought possible. Jimin excitedly pulled you out of your seat, "We brought gift for you."

He led you by the wrist into the living room, everyone trailing behind. You were made to sit on the sofa and waited while he disappeared to retrieve said gift.

A gasp left your lips at the sight of him wheeling in a bright yellow suitcase with Pikachu's face on the front.

"You guys..."

Hoseok placed a hand on your shoulder, "We saw you... given lots stuff... no fit in suitcase. We got you case number 2 to fit."

You went over to the suitcase and spun it, giggling when you noticed the tail on the back.

"Open it."

You led the suitcase flat and unzipped it to find a plastic bag filled with a variety of snacks including the instant noodles you'd enjoyed a few nights ago. A smile stretched across your face as you stood up and hugged them all one by one. But you couldn't help noticing Jungkook frowning at his phone.

"What's wrong BunBun?"

"People on Twitter have announced that you're leaving today. They even figured out what airport since there's only one in Seoul that offers flights to Britain."

He read out a few tweets from ARMY who planned on visiting the airport to 'catch a glimpse of the infamous English tutor'.

Your stomach began to turn at the thought of a huge crowd gathering at the airport. Jungkook placed a comforting hand on your knee while turning to Namjoon.

"Hyung, what do we do?"

He appeared to ponder for a minute.

"I think it would be best if you went with her to the airport and we stay behind. If we all went like we planned it would draw too much attention."

The rest of the members agreed. Hoseok even apologised on behalf of ARMY. But it wasn't their fault. And you couldn't really blame the fans for getting excited about the news. You were just grateful they hadn't heard about you staying in the dorms.

"I'll update the managers and see if we can organise better security," Namjoon said, taking out his phone and rising to his feet. "Why don't you get ready and finish packing."

You couldn't believe they had done so much for you. They let you stay in their home, visit their work, thrown you a leaving party and bought you gifts. Now they were going to extra lengths to make sure you were safe.

"I'll accompany Noona to departures to make sure she's safe before boarding."

It was your turn to frown, "You need a ticket to get into the departures lounge."

"I'll buy one then."

"But what if the flight is fully booked?"

Jungkook shrugged, seemingly unworried that his plan might be flawed.

"If it is I'll ask airport security to escort me in and out. I'll comply by any means as long as I get to go there with you."

"You're impossibly stubborn."

"I know. Now let's go pack your things."

Jungkook was acting extra clingy the entire journey to the airport. If he wasn't holding your hand he was leaning against you with his head on your shoulder. This you didn't mind. You soaked up all the attention you could get.

You also couldn't help but notice how antsy he was acting. He would fidget in his seat every five minutes, unable to keep still. But it's not like you were any better, tugging at your seatbelt and picking at your clothes. You even unlinked your fingers with him just to re-entwine them.

You were nervous.

Nervous about the ARMYs who would show up. What they would say and/or do. What if it was sasaengs who showed up and they tried to attack you? What if Jungkook ended up getting hurt? What if they began to hate him because of you?

You were pulled out of your thoughts when the sound of a phone ringing almost made you jump out of your skin. The manager in the passenger seat took the call and then turned to the two of you. He explained that security had agreed to let Jungkook accompany you to departures since you had a history of anxiety. A wave of relief washed over you.

"I didn't even know that was a thing that was allowed."

"To be honest Noona, neither did I."

You chuckled and felt a weight lift off your shoulders.

"I think it would be best if we wore masks into the airport then take them off once we get into the departure lounge since it's unlikely any ARMYs would be back there."

You pulled out your face mask with the whiskers on from the pocket of the hoodie you wore. It was Jungkook's and the one he let you borrow when you spent the day watching anime together. Secretly, you hoped he wouldn't ask for it back. You'd fallen in love with how comfortable it was.

A few minutes later the car slowed to a stop and immediately your heart rate picked up. This was it. You would be leaving in a matter of minutes. Jungkook's hand tightened around yours.

"Don't worry Noona. Everything is going to be fine."

You nodded and gave his hand one final squeeze before fixing your mask into place.

Meanwhile, he put his own mask on then tugged his beanie down over his ears. Even in your own state of panic you couldn't help but admire how handsome he looked in his beanie. It was beyond unfair how attractive a simple hat could be.

You pulled up your hood as Jungkook hopped out of the car and made his way to your door, opening it for you before getting your luggage out of the boot.

Two men appeared by your side, one a manager while the other introduced himself as the security who would escort you to departures. He took one of your cases while Jungkook kept hold of your Pikachu one.

You were unsure as to whether to hold Jungkook's hand. The last thing you wanted was to start a scandal. But he had no worries and entwined your fingers together.

As soon as you turned your attention away from him you noticed a large group of girls holding up banners with his name. And they seem to have spotted you too as they suddenly started screaming in excitement. You saw him cringe at one particular shout of "Jungkook-Oppa!". The manager ushered you forward through the entrance and towards the check-in desk.

You spotted a few people milling about, cameras hooked over their necks with huge lenses attached. All you could hear was the sound of shutters going off and the distant screams of those fans outside. Thank god barely anyone had deemed you important enough to show up. You could handle a few dozen fans.

Once checked in you and Jungkook passed through security with ease and then were led to the departure lounge. Jungkook dragged you (and by extension the security guard) around a few designer shops while you waited for your gate to be announced.

You didn't buy much except a few last snacks to eat on the plane and take home.

After finding your gate, you got comfortable in the seating area watching other passengers board the flight.

Cuddled against Jungkook's side, you made no move to leave. You would wait until the final call announcement allowing you to savour every last second with Jungkook.

The two of you sat in silence, just enjoying each others company when the first announcement was made. You reluctantly stood and shrugged on your backpack, the security guard taking hold of your Pikachu suitcase. Turning to Jungkook you noticed his eyebrows were drawn together in thought.

"Bun-?" You went to ask him what was wrong but were cut off.

"Fuck it." He muttered before grabbing the sides of your face.

You had barely registered his words before his lips met yours, dispelling every single thought from your mind.

You were frozen in shock for a split second. And then, naturally, your eyes fluttered shut as you melted under his touch.

You felt your hood fall down as he tried to limit the amount of distance between you, gently pulling you closer to him. His lips began to move against yours and something wet touched your cheek.

He slowly broke the kiss, forehead coming to rest against yours. You opened your eyes and felt your heart break at the sight of tears trailing down his cheeks.

"G-gaji m-ma! (D-don't g-go!)” He mumbled, "Na-narang gachi y-yeogi isseo... (S-stay here w-with me...)"

You reached up to stroke his tears away, fully aware that your own had started streaming down your face, "Na gaya dwae. Got olkke. (I have to go. I'll be back soon.)" He sniffled, "Ulji ma. Nunmul dakka. (Don't cry. Wipe away your tears.)"

"B-bogo si-sipeo jil k-k-kkeoya. (I'll miss you.)”

Another announcement sounded and you knew if you didn't leave that you would definitely miss your flight.

Just as you stepped out of his embrace he caught your hand.

His eyes searched your face almost desperately and his words had an edge of urgency that you couldn't ignore.

"Spotify! There's a playlist!" He gave your hand one final squeeze. "Please listen to it."

You nodded dumbly.

"Call me when you get back," You nodded again and he placed a kiss on your forehead, "I l-"

"This is the final announcement for flight..."

The security guard ushered you away from Jungkook, making sure you had everything. You looked back to see him wiping more tears away.

Everything hurt. From your broken elbow to your heart. You couldn't even hand your passport and boarding pass over, too busy wiping away tears that refused to stop falling.

With one final glance over your shoulder, you watched Jungkook sink into a seat, shoulders shaking as he cried before you disappeared down the ramp towards the aeroplane.

Putting your phone on flight mode you opened your Spotify to find a playlist titled ‘For Noona’ already downloaded onto it. When did Jungkook do that?

You plugged in your headphones, a small giggle leaving you when you noticed the amount of GOT7 on the playlist. Is this what he wanted Yugyeom's help with?

Underneath the playlist title, you spotted a note telling you to listen to the songs in the order they appeared.

So, turning off shuffle, you pressed play on the first song which just so happened to be She's A Baby by Zico. As soon as the first verse started playing, tears sprung to your eyes again.

'I can't believe it. This is the first time that I poured it out like this. Blunt words, hidden feelings. Figured it out with just one kiss.'

You stifled a giggle at the chorus. Was the man-child himself calling you a baby? He was truly adorable.

But then your heart stopped at what came later in the song.

'Stop saying that you like me. Not too long after. You’re gonna love me a lot.'

Was he blind? Could he not see how much you loved him?

Shifting in your seat, you closed your eyes and enjoyed the song. Your smile returned at the 'I'm your baby' line.

The song came to an end and transitioned into an opening you knew all too well. And once again, you were tearing up at only the first line of Sofa by Crush.

'I'm sitting alone on the sofa where you used to be.'

An image of Jungkook hunched over crying into his hands on the departure lounge seats came to mind. You bit your lip as tears slipped down your cheeks. Jesus Christ, the playlist was making you an emotional mess. You could see the looks you were getting from other passengers in your peripheral vision. Using your sleeve you tried to wipe away your tears. Remembering that it was, in fact, Jungkook's hoodie you were wearing, you tried to calm down by seeing if the material still smelt like him.

The heavenly scent of his perfume made you sigh in relief. You couldn't wait to go home and dig out the bottle he gave you. It would hold prize position on your dresser from now onwards.

By the time the song had come to a close, your crying had subsided.

Your ears were then filled with the sweet piano tune of Just Come To Me by Homme. You laughed out loud. You didn't mean to but did because of the twitter videos BTS uploaded after the song was released. Images of Jungkook, Jimin, Yoongi and Hoseok singing along to the song. Well, more like lip syncing for Yoongi and Hoseok's part.

Your seat neighbour, who had fallen asleep, woke up, startled by the noise. This only made you laugh harder so you bit down on your lip to stop the giggles.

Really Really by Winner was next. A smile was back on your face and you found yourself mouthing the words, knowing every single one.

'Trust in my heart.'

You had a sneaking suspicion that the playlist was trying to convey a message. The next song to come on had your Goblin heart leaping.

'It’s a beautiful life. Beautiful day. I live in your memories. Beautiful life beautiful day. Stay by my side'

Your mouth went dry when you remembered what Jungkook had said to you the day before at breakfast.

'You can support me here in Korea. Beside me.' That and his pleading for you to stay was enough to convince you he was in fact serious. He wanted to be with you.

The final lines of the song once again made you think back to Jungkook sobbing after you left.

'Sorrowful life, sorrowful day. So don’t leave me. So I won’t live just in your memories.'

You hated to think how he must be feeling. He couldn't even watch you as you boarded the plane. Therefore, you made sure to make a mental note that the first thing you did after opening your door would be to ring him. You needed to tell him how you felt. That despite the distance between you, you wouldn't leave him.

The next song was BTS's very own Butterfly.

'You’re just like a Butterfly. From afar, I steal glances; if we touch hands, will I lose you? You shine in this pitch darkness that is the butterfly effect. Your light touches, I forget the reality at once.'

You broke out into a grin, your heart pounding in your chest. Was this really how he felt about you?

Coffee came next which brought back all the memories you had from your two trips to Jungkook's favourite coffee shop.

Then Good Day came on. It was one of their Japanese releases.

'If I’m tied to you, surely it will be a brighter tomorrow.'

You knew it was referring to the red string of fate but you couldn't help the way you sputtered like an idiot at that line. You remembered the way he broke out of his flirty character when he asked you over breakfast one morning if you believed in destiny. The way the corners of his mouth lifted into a small but genuine smile when you said you hoped the red string of fate was real.

You laughed when another song called Beautiful came on but it was a cover Hoseok and the maknae line did on their show Rookie King back in 2013. Jungkook's verse was so cheesy, especially the line 'She’s my religion, so I can call you she-sus'.

Without thinking you pressed the home button on your phone to show your lock screen. You hadn't changed it from when he sneakily made it the selca of him kissing your cheek. What would the shy 2013 Jungkook say if he saw that picture? The small sweet child would've probably died of embarrassment. Unlike the confident man he grew to become who seemed to be all for teasing you and making you flustered.

A wave of pride washed over you as you considered how well he'd grown up. Maybe you were silly for thinking such a thing. But even in the last year or so he'd matured immensely. Perhaps it was about time you stopped calling him a man-child. Yet, the pout he'd perfected was too close to that of a toddler. The nickname would stay.

And then you heard it. His voice. It was his cover of Purpose.

'I put my heart into your hands. Here's my soul to keep. I let you in with all that I can. You're not hard to reach. And you've blessed me with the best gift that I've ever known. You give me purpose.'

Shit. The sniffles came back. Hard.

You shifted to face the window, surprised to see the sun was setting and turning the sky a pretty shade of pink.

'I put my heart into your hands. Learn the lessons you teach. No matter where, wherever I am. You're not hard to reach.  And you've given me the best gift that I've ever known. You give me purpose every day. You give me purpose in every way. Oh, you are my everything.’

That little shit. How dare he make you so emotional.

You couldn’t help but cringe when you saw another Justin Bieber song lined up after it. However, you were shocked to hear it, too, was a piano cover.

‘No limit in the sky that I won't fly for ya. No amount of tears in my eyes that I won't cry for ya.’

Holy shit...you shouldn’t have been surprised, being his English tutor and all, but compared to his previous cover, his pronunciation was even more on point. Perfect, even.

‘With every breath that I take, I want you to share that air with me. There's no promise that I won't keep. I'll climb a mountain, there's none too steep.’

You wanted to thank whoever decided to ditch the synth and shit for pure melancholic bliss. It was as if Jungkook’s voice was made for sadder songs such as this.

‘When it comes to you, there's no crime. Let's take both of our souls, and intertwine. When it comes to you, don't be blind.’

You giggled while dabbing at your watery eyes. If that was a dig at your obliviousness he was going to get it.

‘Watch me speak from my heart. When it comes to you, comes to you.’

You shut your eyes and listened to the song, soaking every word up since you’d never heard it before.

And then VIXX's Shangri-La came on. Was there a purpose was there to this playlist? To make you look bi-polar?

Right. No more tears. No more sniffles. You would enjoy the playlist and save the emotions for when you were in your own bed where your only witnesses were your plushies and bear Kookie.

VIXX soon faded out into Crazy in Love by Seventeen. Yep. There was definitely a theme to the playlist. And if the kiss earlier was anything to go by... You've been an idiot. You ignored what was right in front of you because you didn't want to get your hopes up.

"Jungkook is in love with me." You mumbled the words to yourself.

Your heart was hammering against your ribs, those familiar butterflies causing a chaos in your tummy you've never experienced before.

Jeon Jeongguk was in love with you. YOU.

How the fuck did that happen?! He was a member of a world famous K-pop group and you... you were just a student. A nobody. Just his tutor. But there must have been something he saw you in order to develop feelings for you. A reason why he didn't correct people. A reason he nearly called you his girlfriend. A reason why every day out with him felt like a... like a date.

Bangtan even said to you he wasn't necessarily a fan of skinship, but there he was...holding your hand, hugging and cuddling you every opportunity he had. You even spent the week sharing the same bed together for fuck’s sake. And yet you still denied every single sign.

You were going to have to apologise to Chubs when you got back home.

You opened your front door with a bit of difficulty. Your keys were being fiddly bastards and you were a tad distracted.

"Fucking emotional rollercoaster playlist. Fucking evil maknae. Fucking MYTEEN! I just can't escape them, can I?" You made a sound of victory when you finally slid the right key into your door, "Better not tell Chubs or she will be like 'Yuvinie' this and 'Yuvinie' that."

After dragging all of your luggage into your bedroom, you collapsed onto your bed, wincing when pain shot through your arm. You pulled your giant shark plushie from your backpack and nuzzled into it. Jungkook had sprayed some of his perfume onto it so it would smell like him. You had laughed at him for doing so at first but now, whilst cuddling the stuffed toy, you were thankful. But his scent also brought more important matters to the forefront of your mind.

You needed to call Jungkook. To apologise. To tell him how you felt. Finally.

You put down the plushie and picked up your phone to open your skype app but a knocking on your front door interrupted you. The fuck? Who could that be?

Making your way to the door, you quickly looked through the peephole to see who it was. It was a delivery man. UPS. But you didn't order anything...

You slid your phone into your pocket and opened the door. The man handed you a small flat package, like the one’s books or CDs came in. You signed for it, wondering whether you'd ordered something and forgot about it.

You went back into your room, ripping the package open on the way. A piece of paper fell out and...a CD case. Weird.

You picked up the piece of paper and recognised Jungkook's handwriting.

'Noona,

I hope this gets to you at the right time. I sent it so it should arrive on the day you are back in your home country. You may be confused so I'll explain.

The CD is something I've been working on since I first invited you to Korea. Namjoon-Hyung helped me make it. It's made of songs that express all the things I wanted to say to you but couldn't.'

You paused to let out a shaky breath.

'Listen to every song and then check your emails. I left my final surprise there. And only once you've done all that you can call me.

Thank you for putting up with me for the last few months. I've loved every second with you.'

He signed it 'BunBun' and drew a little picture of bunny beside it. You smiled down at the endearing little doodle. Picking up the CD you moved over to your laptop and turned it on, impatiently tapping your fingers on your leg. Once on, you inserted the CD.

Some songs were in Korean while others were in English. It didn't take you long to figure out that the songs told a story from your first meeting up to before your second trip to Korea. But for some reason, there were no songs about your first trip. You dismissed the thought and navigated to your emails where, right at the very top, there was one from a certain GDNo1Fan97. It contained a single link to YouTube.

Your entire body was buzzing with anticipation as the link loaded in a new tab.

And there was Jungkook, sat with a guitar, his eyes slightly red and puffy. He cleared his throat and shifted a bit.

"Hello Y/N... sorry about my face... I erm... My face is still puffy from the airport..." he scratched the back of his neck, "I just got back actually. Anyway, here it is. My final surprise for you. My final song."

He cleared his throat and shifted again, adjusting the guitar. He swallowed, strumming a few single chords before picking up a steady pattern.

'I didn't know when I first saw you, How much you would change my life. First you were my teacher, Then you were my friend. But I wanted more once again.'

The sniffles had started again and you weren't going to stop them this time. It was the tune he was humming when you woke up on the day you visited BigHit. The one he said he was trying to work out a strum pattern for.

'So I booked you a flight and a hotel to spend the nights.'

You saw a grin began to grow as he sang the next part. The sudden appearance of a photo of you drinking your latte startled you slightly. He must of sneakily taken pictures of you while you weren’t paying attention. And then he went and edited them into the video to make some kind of music video/ slideshow hybrid.

'Coffee we shared and took little sips. The mug still tasted like your lips.’

The picture faded to you using the claw machine. Your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration.

‘Then we went to the arcade, There were so many games to play. It was cute how you complained, Saying you would never play DDR again.'

His pace slowed for the next two lines. Once again, the picture faded into another. It was a picture of the fair you two went together.

'Then we got there, To the fairground'

This was it. He was singing about your first trip. You wondered why he'd saved this as your last surprise. Another picture. You were about to throw a ball at one of the stalls.

'Stalls all offering prizes to be won, I wished for your heart to be one.’

The next picture was you holding Honey - who was just named Bae back then - with a small smile. It was the one he had posted to tumblr.

‘I was your Munui, you were my bae. Do you remember how Tumblr reacted that day?'

It faded back you him playing. He gave a slight chuckle at that and you giggled at the memories.

'The sky lit up with colour and light, We went on the ferris wheel to admire the sight.

You looked so beautiful it wasn't fair. I wanted to kiss you right then and there.'

Your breath caught in your throat.

'Under the fireworks and the starlight, There was something I wanted to say that night. But I couldn't. The ride stopped and the moment was ruined, I guess I would have to wait.'

You thought back to that night, how close you two were pressed together on the ride, how he'd leaned forward just before the door opened and you were forced to exit.

He wanted to kiss you.

'So I invited you to watch movies, You were in your panda onesie. We bickered and joked, I called you cute and my finger broke. But even when you broke me, Your smile is what I wanted to see.'

"It wasn't broken!... Just dislocated..."

He gulped, seemingly trying to steady his nerves.

'You write about me, I'll write about you. Though what I've written is far more innocent. It's true.'

...Did... did he read the smut that you wrote? DID HE LIE ABOUT HOW MUCH OF BUNBUN HE READ?!

'I guess what I'm trying to say, What I've been wanting to say, Is that, Noona, I love you.'

He strummed a few more chords before looking back up at the camera with glassy eyes.

He loved you.

The words were on the tip of your tongue, but you wouldn't say them yet. The first time you said them you wanted it to be to him.

You dug out your phone, cursing when your shaking fingers typed in your password wrong. Finally, you got it unlocked. Quicker than a flash, you had skype open and tapped to video call him. It only rung once before he answered. His eyes were still puffy and there were traces of tears down his cheeks. You didn't wait for him to talk.

"I love you too you fucking idiot!"

He must've been lying down for the background shifted around him as he sat up.

"I love yo-u." His voice cracked on the last word and you wanted nothing more than to crawl through the screen and wrap your arms around him. "I'm sorry it took me so long to tell you."

"Why did it take you so long to tell me?"

He scratched the back of his neck while his cheeks tinted red, "Because I came up with a stupidly elaborate plan that became harder and harder to stick to while you were here..."

Pieces of the puzzle you didn't even know existed started to fall into place. That would mean...

"The kiss..."

"I couldn't let you go without doing something." He ran his sleeve beneath his eyes, removing the last traces of his tears. "And since I couldn't tell you my feelings... I had to show you."

He nearly said something back in the airport before being cut off by the final announcement of your flight.

"You almost told me though."

He nodded, "I'm kinda glad that the flight announcement cut me off or all the effort put into my plan would have been for nothing."

"And the Spotify playlist?"

"A warm up for the plan. I was hoping you would catch on to the theme..."

"I WAS SUCH AN EMOTIONAL WRECK I LOOKED INSANE!"

He chuckled, "Sorry, Noona."

"And did you have to put fucking MYTEEN on there?! I went from crying to fangirling in a split second!"

There was some rustling and you noticed he'd led back down, Honey tucked under his arm.

He frowned slightly, "Chubs suggested it... you fangirled over them? Does that mean you have a bias?"

Fucking Chubs... wait... That meant Chubs knew about this whole elaborate plan and she didn't fucking tell you!

"Chubs knew?!"

"Who's your bias?!"

Ignoring his words you asked again.

"Chubs knew about this whole thing?!"

He nodded, "Ye, but who's your bias?"

That little...grrr!! The entire time she'd been telling you Jungkook reciprocated your feelings yet you were adamant she was wrong and only saying it because she was your friend.

"Wow... I really am oblivious."

Embarrassment filled you and made you flush. Jungkook chuckled and shook his head.

"Ye, you are but I was using that to my advantage... now tell me who your MYTEEN bias is."

It was your turn to frown, "Why do you want to know?"

"They're my competition for your attention."

"There is no competition. I love you."

"So tell me who they are~" He sounded like a whining child.

You folded your arms, well, arm.

"Didn't Chubs tell you?"

"She specifically told me to ask you." She was dead meat. "So who is it?!!"

"Yuvin."

His eyes blew wide and he sat bolt upright, "THE 98 LINER?! HE'S NEARLY TWO YEARS YOUNGER THAN YOU NOONA!"

"I know! I'm not proud of it! There's a saying that you don't choose your bias, your bias chooses you. Anyway, I have a limit. Anyone over a year younger than me is a no go."

"... I was nearly too young..."

You nodded and gave him a bright smile, "But you're not so stop pouting. Forget about Yuvin. I love you."

He grumbled yet smiled coyly. "I like hearing you say that."

"If you had told me sooner I could've told you in person."

"I was trying to be romantic!"

You giggled. It was fun to wind him up.

"I know. And truth be told, after seeing your lock screen I dared to hope you had feelings for me..."

He raised an eyebrow, "That was when you started thinking..." He ran a hand through his hair, "You didn't think that maybe all those times I didn't correct people when they mistook us for a couple was because I wanted to believe it was true?"

You bit your lip and shrugged.

"I didn't want to get my hopes up just in case you were just being friendly. That's why I couldn't tell you how I felt. I was afraid you'd reject me..."

"Noona is not as clever as I thought..." he bit his lip, hesitating for a moment as if he debating what he was about to say but before he could open his mouth you heard his name being called. "Ah. I have to go, Jagi. The members want me."

Your heart rate picked up at the simple term of endearment.

"Jagi? I thought I was Noona."

He shot you a cheeky grin and kissed his front facing camera, "I love you Y/N-noona. Annyeong."

"I love you too, BunBun."

He gave you a cute wave and then cut the call.

The time showed it was late, so you grabbed a clean pair of pyjama shorts and a vest to sleep in.

You were pulling the hoodie back on after changing when you heard your phone ping. Expecting it to be Jungkook, you eagerly grabbed it off the desk and unlocked it.

Oh. It was Chubs.

You opened your KKT chat with her to see a photo of you and Jungkook kissing in the airport. Shit. It was swiftly followed by a message.

'Congrats on the Jungcock! But...did you know you're currently going viral?'

A/N: MWAHAHAHAHAHA! We decided to be evil! Hehe. Once you guys have calmed down you can listen to Kookie's playlist for his Noona >here<. There's also a poll we want you to participate in which is about the possibility of a Jungkook POV which can be found >here<.

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You and I (2)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 3743

Warnings: Smut. Some angst...and NSFW gifs.

Summary: You broke up with your boyfriend and you try to distract yourself by listening to loud music and cleaning your room. Bucky lives on the same floor as you and hears the music. Curiosity gets the best of him.

A/N: Message me if you want to be tagged in anything. Let me know how my writing is pleaaaaaase

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Previous Part

Sunrays came through the blinds of the window, making you shift and feel a solid body wrapped around you. Bucky’s arm draped over your body, his legs locking you in even more. You tried to move but there was no way you were getting out of his death grip right now.

“What’re you a fucking koala?” You whispered so you don’t wake him up. Then you couldn’t help but laugh because Bucky was basically a giant koala if you really thought about it.

“I’m a fucking nightmare doll. Not a koala. Koala’s can’t hurt you.” He groaned in his sleep, causing you to shake from laughter even more.

“You clearly don’t watch National Geographic. Koalas can b-”

He didn’t let you finish, laying lazy kissed on your neck. He noticed your reaction when he kissed behind your ears and kept doing it until you felt like jelly under him.

You turned around and looked at him.

“Seriously? It’s like waking up next to Ares or something. How do you look like that right after last night?”

You kept on complaining and huffing because you couldn’t tell if that was his sex hair or just his normal waking up hair.

“Really Y/N? You’re the one to talk. You look like-”

“Don’t say Aphrodite because I swear I know you’re lying.” You both started laughing.

“No I was going to say Hera but hey, Aphrodite works too.” His hands were roaming up and down your body.

“What? I’m not a raging bitch who hurts anyone her husband sleeps with!”

You both realized the mood switch and you hated yourself for making it awkward. He grabbed you closer, laying your head on his chest.

“Listen. What he did was unforgivable. Okay? It wasn’t your fault.”

“Well obviously it must have been considering I probably wasn’t good enough for him.”

“Y/N stop. Look at me.” When you didn’t, he grabbed your chin.

“You are perfect in every way. Every god damn way. And if he didn’t see that, then he’s a fucking moron.”

“Ok.”

“Okay good. Now that that’s out of the way, we need to get ready. Steve is going have my ass if I’m late to training.”

“Wait how am I supposed to get out?”

“Ummm through the door?”

“Y-you’re okay with me just w-walking out right now?”

“Shit there it goes again.” He kissed your head and grabbed your hand, getting you out of bed.

Grabbing you to make you stand in front of the mirror, you covered yourself, suddenly feeling naked.

“Doll. Don’t please. I need you to look at yourself. I was serious last night. I really like you and I want to give us a shot. If last night was just a quick fuck so you can get over that asshole, I totally get it and we can forget this ever happened. But if it wasn’t, I’d love to take you out on a date, go dancin’ maybe, go to the beach. You owe me nothing alright!”

You didn’t know when you started crying. You turned around to kiss him but he stepped back.

“Nuh huh we both have morning breath. Get your sexy ass in my bathroom so we can get ready.”

You smacked his shoulder while you were walking and he smacked your ass right after.

You got ready and made your way to the kitchen, a smile plastered on both of your faces.

Everyone took one look at you, and then they started exchanging bills.

“What’s going on?” You asked while getting something to eat.

“Nothing apart from me winning $300 right now.”

“Wait what?” Bucky looked at Sam then at Steve.

“Well I was telling them the both of you were going to get together eventually and they said no way...apart from Romanoff of course since we’re the only geniuses in this building.”

“You guys bet on us?” You looked at everyone and blushed.

“It was getting annoying Y/N. All the sexual tension between the two of you. It was bound to happen.”

“Believe me, I’m so glad it did.” Bucky kissed your cheek before walking out with Steve to the training room.

“Are we going to have to deal with this now?”

“Hell ya you are. You bet on us remember?” You grabbed a water bottle and went for a run.

The rest of the day went by quick, with you sparring with Nat and licking your lips every time your eyes laid on Bucky and the weights he was lifting.

 Bam.

 This was the third time Natasha kicked you on your back.

 “Seriously Y/N? It’s like you’re not even trying.”

 “Sorry I’m just-”

 “Distracted? Ya we noticed. Bucky over there almost killed me with the weights.” Steve walked behind you to get his water bottle.

 “Sorry I know it’s just the first day. I swear this won’t happen again.” You felt horrible and both Steve and Natasha noticed.

 “It’s alright. Just get it out of your systems and come back tomorrow.”Steve spoke a little louder to get Bucky’s attention.

 You nodded and left with Natasha.

 “So what changed all of a sudden? Wasn’t it last weekend that you spent with what’s his face?”

 “Why does everyone forget his name?” You shook your head and grabbed something to eat with her.

“Didn’t care to be honest. I was surprised you were still going out with him. Tell me”

“He cheated on me.”

“He didn’t.”

“Yup.”

“Where does he live?” Natasha got up all of a sudden and put a jacket on, asking FRIDAY to prepare a car for her.

“Omygod NATasha what the hell wait-”

“No he needs to learn a lesson!”

“Just fucking wait will you? He’s going to learn his lesson soon...tonight actually.” You made sure she wasn’t going anywhere before you sat down again.

“Are you going to make Bucky beat him up? I wanna watch!”

“Jesus the hell is wrong with you? No I won’t make anyone beat him up. I’m simply going to show him what he’s missing out on.”

“How?”

“Bucky and I are going to the nightclub tonight.”

“Ooooo I like that idea!” She was about to walk out when you stopped her again.

“Now where’re you going?”

“It’s about time we all took a break. Nothing juicier than watching some asshole get what he deserves. I’ll tell everyone to get ready.”

“O my god seriously?”

“Yes. Besides, it was about time we all hung out together.”

“Fine.”

 You finished your food and went to take a shower. When you walked out with nothing but a towel wrapped around you, you jumped when you heard the wiring noises of a machine. Looking around, you saw Bucky was laying on your bed, his mouth wide open and his eyes taking you in.

 “God you scared the shit out of me.”

 “Sorry doll. I just came to see when you’ll be ready. But damn I got so much more.” He smirked and you blushed.

 “Can you leave so I can change?”

 “Really?”

“What?”

“I had my dick buried deep in your tight little pussy yesterday and you want me to leave because you’re embarrassed.”

“No. I want you to leave so what I wear can be a surprise.”

“Can I at least pick out your lingerie?” He got up and walked towards you, playing with the top of your towel.

He was about to kiss you when you whispered to him. “Who said I’ll be wearing anything under my dress?”

He groaned and you enjoyed the reaction you got out of him.

“Now get out before we make everyone late.”

“Fine...but just so you know, I’m hurtin’ sugar. You can’t tell a man stuff like that then kick him out like a puppy.” He feigned a pained expression and put his hands over his heart.

“God you’re so dramatic.” You pushed him out and locked the door.

You looked through your dresses and remembered the one Wanda gave you as a gift. You never wore it before because it barely covered anything but you decided that it was now or never.

You could actually hit two birds with one stone. Make John jealous and make Bucky frustrated. Both good things.

You walked out and blushed when Natasha whistled at you. Steve blushed more than you and looked away, shaking his head at what Natasha and Sam did. Tony was practically drooling.

“Damn girl you’re sexy as hell. You sure you don’t wanna ditch that yeti over there for me?” He pointed at Bucky who just turned around and looked at you.

You looked up and instantly felt how wet you were. His smile faltered when he took your figure in. That dress left nothing to the imagination and hugged your curves perfectly.

“Alright out everyone let’s go. We don’t want to miss Jason getting jealous.” Tony yelled and motioned for everyone to walk out.

“His name is-”

“No one cares.” They all said at the same time and you laughed. It was just you and Bucky left

“Hey guys I’ll drive with Y/N alone. See you there.”

“Don’t do anything in my car Barnes or so help me God I’ll take back your arm.” Tony tried to look scary but Bucky just gave him the death stare, making him run away.

“Don’t worry I won’t let him.” You winked at Tony and he walked out.

You felt so self conscious under his gaze. It was too direct.

“D-do you l-like it?” You refused to look at him.

“Like it? Doll I fucking love it. There is nothing I want more than to rip it off right now-”

“Don’t you dare it was a gift. Wanda will kill me.”

“I gotta thank her then.” He trailed his arms up and down your figure.

“A-are you wearing any panties?” His eyes barely had any blue in them and you were trying to alleviate the pain between your thighs by rubbing them.

“No.”

“Good girl. Easy access then.” He grabbed your hand and walked out with you.

“What’ya mean easy access?”

“You’ll see soon sugar.” He winked at you and you felt like a schoolgirl, giggling all the way down to the parking lot.

20 minutes later and you walked into the club, wincing at how loud the music was. Bucky spotted where everyone was and placed his hand behind your back.

“Fuck.”

“What what?” You thought something happened.

“I just realized that there is no back to this thing.”

“Is that okay?”

“Stop asking that Y/N. It’s very hard to not fuck you in front of everyone right now. Actin all innocent will just speed up the process.” He playfully swatted your ass and you laughed again. Guiding you through the crowd, you sat next to Steve and started talking.

A couple of drinks later, you were on the dance floor with Natasha and Sam. You told Bucky that to make this work, he can only come to dance with you once John comes, which Bucky didn’t like, considering he wanted to be as close to you as possible at all times.

The song switched and you looked at Natasha, smiling and yelling at the top of your lungs once Shakira’s Chantaje came on. Natasha was sandwiched between you and Sam, humped by the both of you. You looked at Bucky and saw his jaw tense.

Boy was he angry. And it was sure going to pay off after.

You licked your lips and put Natasha’s hands on your waist. She obliged and figured out what you were doing. The song finished and everyone was sweaty but you loved it.

Sam said he was going to leave before Bucky punched a hole in him and you giggled with Natasha. Your laugh abruptly stopped however when you saw John walking in with a girl. You sensed Natasha tensing and held her back, silently telling her to just not do anything.

“You know what to do Nat.” She walked to the DJ and requested a song. He was a friend of Tony’s and put it on. You turned around and saw Bucky realizing what song it was. He stood up and was next to you in a matter of seconds, his hands roaming all over your body at the same time.

“Fucking finally.” He grabbed your neck and crashed his lips on yours. The kiss was so hungry, making your knees weak.

“I got you baby.”

You turned around and backed up into his chest, grabbing his hands and placing them on your hips.

The song was still starting and you ground your hips closer to his crotch. Grabbing his hair, you pulled his head closer to your neck and he started biting you. You moaned and knew he heard you when you felt his chest vibrate from growling with approval.

Nothing left for me to say There's no more wicked games to play It's time for me to walk away I am alright

 I feel like I'm on a high A new beginning that is my life I'm turning to the rhythm of the night I am alright

You started mouthing the words the second John looked at you. You maintained eye contact the entire time you were dancing with Bucky’s hands grabbing your breasts occasionally.

The music is making me grow and The only thing that keeps me awake is me knowing There's no one here to break me or bring me down And no one here to hurt me or fool around

I have no more time for you to hurt my feelings Done enough to prove I'm all that I believe in We are at the end, no more stupid lies I'm better off without you here by my side

You shut your eyes to enjoy Bucky’s ministrations, loving how heavy his hands felt on you.

So now there is no longer you and I, you and I You and I, you and I You and I, you and I You and I

There is no longer you and I, you and I You and I, you and I You and I, you and I You and I

You opened your eyes again and saw how John was looking at you, relishing the confidence Bucky gave you just by his presence.

Don't care what other people say I know you fool around all day Now it doesn't hurt me anyway I am alright

And when the day turns into night I'm in the club forgetting you and I And when I think of how you treated me You proved me right

You gasped when you felt Bucky’s metal hand slither under your cloth and grab your breast. Giggling and pushing your ass into him more, you turned around and gave him a kiss that you would never forget in your life.

The music is making me grow and The only thing that keeps me awake is me knowing There's no one here to break me or bring me down And no one here to hurt me or fool around

I have no more time for you to hurt my feelings Done enough to prove I'm all that I believe in We are at the end, no more stupid lies I'm better off without you here by my side

So now there is no longer you and I, you and I You and I, you and I You and I, you and I You and I

Bucky turned you around and pushed you into him. You gasped once he parted your legs with his thigh.

“I love you Y/N. And I’m sorry it took me so long and you gettin hurt to realize.”

You kissed him and loved how his arms felt around your back.

“I love you too James.”

The song was ending and you were still moving with Bucky. Being in his arms felt so right and you loved it. The song ended and you walked to the bar. Bucky ordered drinks and told you he was coming right back.

You felt an arm around you and smiled. But when you turned around, you felt chills all over your skin.

“The fuck do you want?” You turned around again and grabbed the drinks.

“I love that dress on you sexy. Would look even better on my floor.”

“As if!?” You raised your eyebrows in disgust.

“Well you had no problem practically having sex with that guy.”

“Ya...that’s cuz he isn’t you.”

“Come on I apologized already. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want me back.” He started grabbing you harder and licking his lips.

“Get off of me before I make you John. Or before someone else does. And I don’t guarantee you’ll be conscious if he does.”

“Come on Y/N let’s get outta here. I’ll make you feel so good. Like I always do.”

“Pfft you actually think you ever made me feel good. John you can’t be that stupid. You never made me orgasm.”

“Listen bitch. Either come with me quietly or you’ll regret it.” He grabbed your arm and squeezed hard.

“GET OFF ME JOHN!” You tried to pull away but the heels weren’t helping you.

“You probably were cheating with him on me weren’t you? Fucking whore I’ll show you how sluts like you get fucked. You’ll regre-”

He wasn’t able to finish. A metal arm grabbed his hair and pulled him backwards, making him fall on the floor.

“Hey asshole, when the lady says no, it means no.”

He got up quickly and tried to punch Bucky but failed...multiple times.

You tried to tell Bucky to not go any further but it was too late. Bucky punched him in the face, making him bleed instantly.

“She’s out of your league moron. Go fuck around somewhere else.”

“If you think she’s in yours then you’re delusional. Aren’t you a hundred years old.”

And it was like the straw that broke the camel’s back. You pushed Bucky out of your way, walked to John, punched him in the face, then kicked him in his gut, and when he fell over, your final blow was aimed at his crotch. He fell down, crying immediately from the pain of your heels kicking him.

“Like he said, go fuck around somewhere else dickhead.”

Steve and Sam came and asked you if everything was okay. By the time you turned around, Bucky was nowhere to be found.

“Fuck where did he go?”

You walked to Wanda and asked her to help you find him. She immediately sensed where he was and told you. He walked to the private rooms on the second floor.

You walked in and saw that he was pacing back and forth.

“James?”

“No Y/N. Get away from me.” He held out his hands.

“What’s wrong?” You were getting worried.

“Fuck why do you like me? I’m a century older than you...literally. Why are you with me?” He backed up and you sensed he was about to cry.

You stepped closer but he held his hands out again.

“B-because you’re Bucky Barnes. Because you’re the most gentleman I’ve ever met. Because no one ever cared about me as much as you do. Because you understand me and I feel safe in your arms. Because your touch makes me feel alive. Your lips feel like the universe on my skin. Because you love me with all my imperfections. You’re such a good man that I sometimes want nothing more than to repeat that constantly until you believe me. Because I fell in love with you the second I saw you and I don’t regret it. Because you’re the only right thing in this fucked up world. Because I feel like I can’t breathe when I’m not around you.” You were panting and saw his expression change.

You walked closer to him and he let you. You put your hands on his shoulders and kissed him on his cheek.

“Because I don’t know what I would do if anything happens to you.”

Your lips met his in a chaste kiss and you savored the heat radiating off of him. He slowly hugged you and kissed back. The kiss gradually became more intense and you were tugging at each other’s clothes. He turned you around and slipped the straps past your shoulders, nipping at your neck and massaging your breasts..

“James I need you. Please don’t tease.”

“As you wish.”

He turned you around and got on his knees, lifting your dress and attacking your cunt in an instant. You were trying to suppress your screams but he was relentless. He started fingering you, finding your g-spot in no time and making you come in a matter of seconds.

He stood up and unzipped his pants, rubbing his dick against your folds to get him wet. He slowly thrust in, relishing you tight you were and the look of pure bliss on your face.

“FUck doll you feel so good. So so good.” He kissed you to swallow your moans and set an agonizingly slow pace.

“God I love you Bucky I love you I love you I love you-”

You stared at each other while he was fucking in and out of you.

This was the most intimate moment you ever felt in your life.

Your breathing was hard and he was huffing, kissed your breasts and sucking on your nipples.

“I’m so close Y/N...come with me darlin’. Come with me.”

“Fuck James you feel amazing don’t stop.”

He slowed down even more, surprisingly making you come.

“I’m c-coming James sshit-”

You felt him come inside you and shivered when he was still thrusting and your juices dripped on your thighs.

You kissed again and he pulled out, smiling devilishly when he saw the state of undress and euphoria you were in.

He got a wet towel and cleaned the both of you.

“Come on dollface we gotta go.”

“Hmmm no I don’t want to move. Actually, I don’t think I can more right now.” You squealed when you felt yourself getting lifted up.

“Problem solved.”

“My hero.” You kissed his cheek and started to play with his hair.

“Unless you want to get fucked in front the team, I’d suggest you stop that right now.”

“What if I want to get fucked in front of everyone?” You whispered seductively in his ear.

“Ohhh you asked for it doll.”

[artificialqueens]

weak (violet/trixie/katya) 5/? - kitty

A/N: smut! feelings! hedgehogs! also i now have a writing blog @kittydoux if you want to yell at me. as always, much love to polly

summary: 

“Tell us what you want,” Violet says quietly, hates saying the words because they like to know, not ask.

Katya is silent for a few moments.

“Tell us what you need.“

Violet wakes up with a crick in their neck and Trixie Mattel drooling inelegantly on their shoulder. They’re pressed up against the arm of the couch. A red five blinks insolently at them from the digital clock on Trixie’s table. It’s early, too fucking early, thanks, but Violet knows they’re not going to be able to fall back asleep. They ease themselves out from underneath Trixie, who slumps further against the arm of the sofa. Katya is burrowed into him, arms slung loosely around his waist and mouth open on his chest. Violet takes a moment to look at them like this, open and vulnerable. They’ve seen Katya asleep, god, how many times? Napping on the tour bus, passed out on airport sofas. Once, in their hotel bed after a long gig where Alaska had accidentally taken Katya’s room key and was currently getting ploughed by a bar tender. Katya had looked at Violet sheepishly, put on her raspy voice (that reminded Violet secretly of a deranged farmer they had once known) and shrugged, saying “Sorry, mama. Guess you’re stuck with me”. This was in the middle, Violet remembers, of tour. It was after they’d started fucking (which had happened, really, as a joke once about Violet riding a pensioner, and had ended in this – both of them curled up in Trixie at 5am). That time, that time with the bed, they hadn’t had sex. Katya kissed them on the forehead (“This stops the goblins from harassing you while you sleep”), then once on each cheek. Violet remembers how they looked perfectly, as though they were an external observer. They see themselves cross-legged on a hotel room bed as Katya holds their face, kisses their closed eyes, and says good night. They see themselves watching Katya as she sleeps, tracing a finger down her shoulder. 

This is the first time since then that Violet has seen Katya in this state, whole and surrendered and peaceful. This feels secret and safe, like they have to take in all of these details now for fear they’ll never see it again. It’s the veins in Katya’s arms, specifically, blue and spindly, contrasting with Trixie’s warm gold skin. Trixie tans naturally, in a way that makes Violet think of long summer nights, of abandoned highways, of the desert and the way it makes the sky look when it’s hot and nothing feels real, even less the stars. Preservation, is what Violet thinks, and shakes their head slightly at their own ridiculousness. The sun is rising slowly. Trixie’s curtains aren’t fully shut, and a few fingers of orange light press against them. Violet wanders around, feeling slightly like a kid, up too early on Christmas morning and trying to figure what the presents are. Trixie has a rack of vinyls, including his own album (Violet listens to it sometimes on tour. They’ve never liked country music, but there’s something oddly comforting about his voice, singing about things that no one except a traveller could ever really understand). There’s some fanart on the walls, some ugly cushions (that Violet just knows Katya picked out, gets a pang when they imagine Trixie and Katya going furniture shopping together). Trixie’s bedroom is simple, he has a pink bedspread and a guitar against the walls. Violet rifles through his wardrobe until they find a pair of light grey sweats and an inoffensive white tank, rolling their eyes at Trixie’s frankly terrible fashion sense.

They shower quickly, making sure to inspect all of Trixie’s assorted shower gels, finally deciding on one that smells like plastic apples. Katya is perched on a stool at the kitchen counter when Violet leaves the bathroom, Trixie’s sweatpants rolled down in an attempt to keep them on their skinny hips. She looks tired but lovely, as Katya so often does. She reminds Violet of a dancer from the seventies, all prominent cheekbones and big wondrous eyes, slightly emancipated in a way that makes Violet ache in a sad, small way.

“Good morning, Violet. Did the whispers of you inner demons wake you up early, or was that just me?” It’s a joke but not a joke, delivered with a wheeze and a sense of melancholy.

“Nah, mostly Mattel’s avalanche of drool.”

Katya bares her teeth at that, in a smile but not a smile. “He is truly the human embodiment of a curiously sticky waterfall.” Violet ignores her, and they both watch Trixie asleep on the couch, curled up now and covered in a blanket. 

“Coffee?” Violet makes coffee, and Katya stretches in the corner, popping her shoulders and back in a fascinating yet disgusting way.

The smell of coffee rouses Trixie, who demands a mug in their hands before his eyes are even open. He and Violet sip in tandem as Katya moves into a downward dog, lean and lovely, framed in the light shining through a window that Violet had opened. It’s hot already, a sticky cloying.

“Nice sweatpants,” Trixie observes mildly, eyes unfocussed in the general vicinity of Violet’s chest.

“They were the only half decent things in your wardrobe.”

Trixie hums non-committaly. “I might have some jean shorts that would fit you.” Neither of them makes a move to retrieve them. Katya pads over, takes a swig of coffee from Violet’s mug. “I’ll make eggs” she offers, but it comes out as a question. “You’ll burn my apartment-” “condo,” Violet corrects unhelpfully. Trixie shoots them a look. “You’ll burn my living zone down. I’ll help.”

Violet doesn’t offer to help, and takes their coffee outside. They sits on the red box they’ve come to think of as theirs, sweat pooling underneath their thighs. They know that most people find sweat distasteful - gross, even, but Violet finds a weird sort of pleasure in feeling the beads roll down their back and arms and legs. They like the feeling that the sun is focussing all it’s attention on them, reducing them to a puddle. It’s whatever. The door to the kitchen is open, and Violet can hear Trixie and Katya talking. They wonder if one of them will mention last night, or the weird state of limbo the three of them are currently wafting through. They don’t do any of those things. Well, not really.

“You never mentioned Violet’s cephalopod tendencies.” Trixie’s voice sounds casual, in a way that wholly indicates he doesn’t feel casual at all. 

“Why, has she been squirting ink in your shower? That’s a new feature”

Violet hears Trixie shriek, the familiar sound of skin slapping skin.

 "No, you absolute monster. She’s so cuddly. It’s like sleeping with the world’s meanest scarf.“ Violet strains, listening for Katya’s laugh. There isn’t one. Her voice comes out slightly warbled when she replies.

“We never really did that.”

 There’s silence for a few beats, Violet’s heart thumping in their neck and wrists and toes. Sweat clings to them almost unbearably now.

“Why not?” Trixie sounds so soft that Violet thinks they love him a little. Who knew that the answer to the Violet and Katya mess of feelings and fucking would be Trixie, right? They can practically hear Katya shrug, are very tuned in to the minute shifts of her bones and muscles. “Because I…I don’t know, I assumed they didn’t want to? Vi’s more of a sea urchin than an octopus”. Violet hears the tremble in her voice, uses it to mask the stab of pain they feel at the words. Trixie’s voice screams of raised eyebrows and disbelief. “Bitch, I know that that’s not true after three days. You’re seriously telling me, after how many months of fucking, that you didn’t know she’s a massive softie?” Another pause. Violet’s not sure they’re even breathing any more.

“Violet’s like. Violet’s like…you know, like porcupines? Well, in England they had hedgehogs-”

“Katya, I went to college. I know what a hedgehog is”

“Alright, okay, I mean you did do a degree in musical theatre in Wisconsin”

“Oh my god, I hate you. It was Wisconsin, not Siberia!" 

"I think they have hedgehogs in Siberia?”

“What were we talking about again? Oh yeah, Violet. Continue with your analogy.”

“Violet’s like a hedgehog because she’s prickly." 

"Poignant.”

“Fuck off. And like, hedgehogs roll into little balls when they’re scared, right? So they’re cute and then BAM! Like a tiny ball of cactus-like pain.”

 "Okay, but like. I take your simile, and raise you a metaphor. What if you’re the hedgehog? What if Violet’s been, I don’t know, exposing her soft metaphorical stomach to you the whole time, and you’ve been the one in a spiky ball?“ There’s silence again.

Violet is attempting to take in the fact that Katya thought a hedgehog was the most fitting animal to describe them.

"That is disturbingly profound, Tracy.”

“I have my moments." 

Silence descends. Violet’s sure that at least Trixie knows they’ve been listening. After a few moments, a freckled wrist shoves a plate of eggs in front of them. Trixie grins at them tiredly, and sits down on the adjacent red box. Katya joins them. They eat in silence.

“This is messy, isn’t it.” It’s an observation that needs to be stated, clearly, and Violet’s always been one for pushing that line. Kat and Trixie – they’re too close to ever say what they’re feeling really, to ever push that tension into romance. This is Violet’s civic duty, and they feel very much like the good and noble citizen they try so hard not to be.

Trixie shifts almost imperceptibly next to them. Violet hears him sigh.

“You’re right. This is messy.”

They wait expectantly for Katya’s input on the messiness. It doesn’t come, per se.

“In my educated opinion, I think we need to fuck again. To ascertain just what level of messiness we’ve reached. Can we just…postpone the other conversations?” 

“Wow. Sexy.” Trixie mutters, and Violet huffs a laugh as they see his hand reach for Katya’s knee.

Violet elbows Trixie. “She’s an old woman, her idea of dirty talk is probably sending a carrier pigeon.” It’s weak, Violet knows, but Trixie laughs anyway and the golden line of his throat suddenly transfixes Violet. They want to bite it, so they do.

“Children,” Katya hums, before standing up and grabbing both of their hands. They follow her into Trixie’s bedroom. Like before, Katya is so effortlessly and undeniably in control of this physical relationship, regardless of her internal tumult. Her hands are connecting the three of them, and Violet has a sudden, absurd desire to grab Trixie’s hand as well and form a circle, like they’re about to form a ritual. Please, god of polyamory, let this work out. They feel Trixie’s eyes on them, and give in to the urge to look at him. His eyes are pretty. It seems such a stupid, trivial thing to think. And Violet’s not used to sex meaning this much. They don’t know if they like it. But still, they trace Trixie’s flushed cheek with a finger. They wonder if Katya’s enjoying the contrast in their skin tones as they press a soft kiss to his lips. Violet’s taller than both of them, uses it to their advantage as they press Trixie against the bed, other hand still clinging to Katya. They break the kiss and Trixie smiles sweetly, softly, privately. He’s let go of Katya’s hand at some point, and Violet uses the opportunity to grab Katya’s face in both of their hands.

“Close your eyes,” they whisper. Katya does, and Violet kisses her gently on both eyelids and then on her mouth. Because this is what Violet’s good at, they’re good at taking control and calling the shots. Violet knows what people want, and sometimes they give it to them. They can tell that Katya wants this, more than she’s ever wanted Violet on their own. The thought should sting a little, but it doesn’t. Trixie’s sat on the bed, watching, and Violet feels Katya reach down blindly to grab his hand. This feels important, jarringly so.

Let us take care of you, let us hold you, let us be soft with you.

Violet breaks away from Katya, whose eyes are still closed. They make an odd picture, Trixie sat on the bed holding Katya’s hand, Violet looming over her.

“Tell us what you want,” Violet says quietly, hates saying the words because they like to know, not ask.

Katya is silent for a few moments.

“Tell us what you need.” Trixie’s voice is gravelly and rough, and fuck it’s turning Violet on. They’re hard, aware of the fact that there’s more than likely a significant damp patch on Trixie’s borrowed pants.

“I want…Vi, baby, I wanna see you ride Trixie.”

Violet smirks. “I can do that.”

“Ugh, topping,” Trixie rolls his eyes. Violet relinquishes Katya, approaches Trixie steadily and sits on his lap. “You’ll like it, promise.”

Trixie kisses them then, all vestiges of softness gone. His teeth scrape their tongue, and this is it, this is Violet’s fucking game. They grind slowly on his lap, feeling him harden, and then climb off him. Trixie whines through his teeth, desperate.

“You’re such a brat, Tracy,” Violet grins. “Get on the bed.”

Trixe pushes himself back as Violet crawls over to him. Teasingly, they run their hands down his chest, down his still clothed dick, barely touching. Violet’s always loved irritating Trixie, and now they know it comes with the delightful image of him writhing and sweaty and needy, and oh man is Violet going to use that against him.

“Play nice, Vi,” Katya’s voice comes from the edge of the bed. She’s still stood there, watching.

“Take off your clothes, Kat. I think Trixie needs some help.” Katya obeys, makes light work of her clothes and clambers up the bed. She pauses for a second before leaning down and kissing Trixie. Violet sits back on their heels to watch Katya deepen the kiss as Trixie’s hands come to grip her shoulders. They think Katya might be crying, but it could just be the light. Violet usually saves their emotional and sexual trysts for late at night. Morning sunshine is still streaming in through the crack in Trixie’s curtains. Trixie and Katya are so clearly absorbed in each other, in this wanting that’s plagued them for how many years. Violet watches them with a touch of jealousy and a pang of desire. Katya’s got her hands down Trixie’s pants now, tugging him gently. Trixie breaks away, and Violet thinks he might be crying, too. But it could just be the light.

“Stop, Kat, stop,” he says softly, and Violet might just leave now, might just walk away and not come back because all of a sudden this feels like too much. Katya pauses.

“Violet, I want to – just, come here.” Violet loves him again in that split second. “Kiss Katya.”

Katya’s eyes are bright when she looks up, but there’s a certain steel in her gaze and she kisses Violet, knees still on either side of Trixie’s torso. This is familiar territory, Katya’s lips are an old friend and Violet grips her hip, kisses her deeper. Katya’s softly grinding down on Trixie’s stomach, and he’s whining.

Violet breaks away, pushes Katya off Trixie gently, and gets to work undressing him. Katya is tugging at their tank and Violet pulls off their sweatpants. Trixie’s hard, and Violet can’t resist taking him into their mouth, revels in that fucking whine, in Trixie’s hands in their hair, in the fact that Trixie is kind of a little bitch. Violet smirks around his cock. They’re a little bitch, too. They pull off him to see Katya stroking herself slowly, condoms and lube by her knee.

“Wait, wait,” Trixie keens. Violet pauses, about to slide the condom onto him. He leans over, grabs Katya’s hand from where it’s resting on her dick. Slowly, he takes two of her fingers and sucks them gently. Katya’s eyes are wide as she watches him. He releases her, and grins snarkily up at Violet. “Kat, can you get Violet ready?” Violet loves this, falls to their hands and knees as Katya presses up behind them, circles their hole with one finger before pushing in slowly. Katya’s fucking her slowly. “More,” Violet demands, and Katya obliges with another finger. Violet presses back eagerly, and feels the vibrations of her laugh.

“I think you’re good,” Katya says, withdrawing her hand. Violet keens at the loss, leans over to put the condom on Trixie. Slowly, they clamber onto him, sinking down. It’s Trixie’s eyes on theirs, his mouth forming a delightful little ‘o’. It’s Katya’s heavy breaths next to him, the sound of skin on skin. It’s Katya’s hand on them. It’s all of it, overwhelming and so fucking right that tips Violet over the edge, spilling onto Trixie’s chest and Katya’s hand. Trixie follows a few seconds later, strung out and flushed. Katya is still jerking herself, harder tugs now, Trixie and Violet watching her hungrily. She pauses, and looks up at them both with a desperation Violet recognises.

“Touch me.” It’s a command more than a question, but there’s a please in there somewhere. Violet slides off Trixie with a hiss and flicks Katya’s hand away from herself. Trixie joins her seconds later, jerking in tandem.

“I want to hear you, baby,” Trixie says quietly, mirroring Katya’s own words back to her, and she comes with a strangled groan. The three of them sit heavily on the bed, sticky, chests heaving. A car horn beeps loudly outside as the sounds of the city filter in. In Trixie’s bedroom, however, there’s still a tangible silence, heavy and cloying like overripe peaches. Violet rubs an arm over their eyes, hands still sticky.

“Shower?”

Trixie nods and runs his thumb over Katya’s bottom lip. She’s smiling softly, eyes far away, as if she’s so focussed on this moment that she’s lost it somehow. They climb off the bed and Violet turns on the shower, watching Katya and Trixie squeeze in afterwards. It’s cramped, clearly, but Trixie and Katya are both so fucking hot and Violet wants to die, slightly, wants to touch them both and be touched in return. Once they’re clean (mostly, Violet isn’t sure packing three adults into an average sized shower is particularly cohesive to cleanliness), Trixie throws them both towels. Violet dries themself off quickly, and wanders out of the room naked. They know Trixie and Katya are both watching, and settles cross legged on the sofa. Katya and Trixie both emerge in boxers, and Violet rolls their eyes at the middle aged dad-ness of it all.

“So, this is where we talk.”

Katya lets out a suffering groan and collapses on the couch, head on Violet’s naked thigh. Trixie settles down on the floor, a mirror image to Violet on the couch.

He sighs, lets out a whistle through his teeth.

“I’ll go first.”

[pinknerdpanda]

Don’t Speak - Part 2

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader, Cas (Mentioned)

Word count: 2200 

Warnings: Language, angst

A/N: This is part 2 of 3 of a series I wrote for @fandommaniacx​​ (also tagging @becs-bunker​​) Beckii’s 21st Birthday Challenge. My prompt for this challenge was “Don’t Speak” by No Doubt. Happy Early Birthday present, Becs! I hope that you don’t hate me for like this! :)

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Master beta’d by the incomparable @wheresthekillswitch​.  Thank you for all of your guidance and wisdom. Also thanks to @hannahindie​ for beta’ing this as it was birthed - you are such a great sounding board and support.

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Don’t Speak Part 2

“I am talking about you and that asshole brother of mine,” he narrowed his eyes at you, flicking one finger back and forth between you. “I am talking about you and I.”

——

You froze. You were stunned and you hoped that maybe if you just ignored what he’d said, maybe he would forget.

“I have been playing nice, y/n. I really have. Trying to pretend like nothing happened, but you know what? I am done.” Dean nodded his head in agreement with himself. “I am done pretending.”

He left then - as quickly as he’d entered your room, and twice as ungracefully. Blinking was the only movement you could manage for several minutes. You said a short quiet prayer before drifting off to sleep, hoping by some miracle that this would all go away.

The next morning, Dean was making breakfast when you woke up. “Bacon is ready and your juice is on the table where you usually sit. Pancakes will be done in a minute.” He turned away from you and scraped the last of the batter onto the surface of the sizzling griddle. You stared at his back, baffled and unable to move.

“Dean?”

He spun around and grabbed a plate off of the counter behind him, not looking at you as he went back to his work.

“Dean.” Your voice was stronger this time and he stopped, his shoulders sagged, but he still refused to turn around.

“What?”

“Are we going to talk about last night?”

He whirled around, his mouth set in a grim line and an unreadable emotion filled his eyes. The muscles in his forearms twitched as his nostrils flared. You took a shaky breath and tried hard to steady your nerves.

“What do you want me to say?” His words had an edge and he drew each one out, as though he was trying, and failing, to remain calm.

You opened your mouth, but the words didn’t come. This was exactly what you’d been dreading since you and Sam had gotten together. Obviously Dean had tried to gloss over it again, but damn you and your need for closure.

“Do you want me to apologize? Because I’m not going to.” He placed his hands on the counter in front of him and sighed. “Look, I probably went about it all wrong. Hell, no probably about it. But I meant what I said. I am sick of pretending that I am ok with this whole fucked up situation.”

“I didn’t know you were pretending. I thought everything was fine, Dean. If I’d known there was something that needed to be fixed between us…”

“There’s no fixing it, y/n.” He pushed himself up from the counter and turned his back to you again. He flipped the pancakes onto a plate and switched the griddle off before he tossed the spatula into the sink angrily.

“Dean, I don’t understand what is happening here.” He whirled and crossed the room in a few short strides before he stopped in front of you.

“What don’t you understand?” he growled. “I didn’t hear from you for months after you left. Then when I finally see you again, I find out you’ve been screwing my brother. And that isn’t enough, no you have to go and move in and I’m left to watch you two together every fucking day. And every day I pretend like it isn’t eating me up inside. But I can’t do it anymore.”

You stared at him incredulously, anger vibrated through you until it felt like every nerve was on fire and you’d explode.

“You didn’t hear from me!? I didn’t hear from you either! Last time I checked phones worked both ways. And we both left, Dean. We both went our separate ways. I was a one time, wham, bam, thanks for the orgasm event. I thought it was what you wanted.” You ground your teeth together in an attempt to get your emotions in check.

“I did!” He shouted and it startled you. His voice was soft when he spoke again. “I thought I did. I thought staying away was best for you; I thought it might keep you safe. I am tired of people I care for getting hurt. But then when Sam told me about the two of you…I thought I could get past it. But I was wrong.”

“Dean, you’ve had plenty of time to say something before now and you said nothing. Why? Why now? What’s changed?”

“The case Cas and I worked in Tulsa this past week. It was a witch. She cast a spell on me, a truth spell.” Dean sighed as his eyes dropped to the floor. He rubbed at the back of his neck. “It made my deepest most suppressed thoughts bubble up and once that shit’s loose, you can’t shove it back down.”

You were speechless again. Dean’s admission had knocked the wind out of you and the last several months flashed through your mind, now viewed through a very different lens. The silence had grown as you stood and neither of you moved. Neither of you knew what to say. Dean cleared his throat. The sound shook you from your thoughts.

“Look, I don’t plan on telling Sam or trying to come between the two of you in anyway. But I just…I can’t be your friend any more. I can’t be that close to you anymore with these thoughts and…and…feelings…” he cringed at the use of the last word.

If you’d thought his words before were a blow, these had been a kick to the face and you cursed yourself as tears poured hot and wet down your cheeks. Dean swallowed hard and reached his hand out as if to comfort you, but you recoiled from his touch.

“Y/n.” His voice was a hoarse whisper. You shook your head and turned to head back to your room. You slammed the door and flopped on the bed.

You and Dean dodged each other the following few days. You both hid out in your rooms. You’d been mostly successful, having only passed him in the hallway. Neither of you made eye contact or spoke a word.

Sam called every night to check in and every night after you hung up the phone, you would let the tears roll down your cheeks. You missed him. At least in the past when he’d been gone, you’d had Dean to talk to or watch movies with. Not this time. You felt so alone and the pain was almost unbearable.

After four nights of crying yourself to sleep you’d decided you needed to bring in the reinforcements. You sucked in a mouthful of air to steel your nerves and  gripped the doorknob. You flung open the door and stepped out determinedly into the hallway. This was your home too, and you were done pussy-footing around. If you wanted a drink before bed, by God, you would have a drink before bed.

As you made your way to the kitchen, the sound of dishes rattling made you pause. You shook your head and lifted your chin. Dean was drying the last glass and he placed it on the shelf beside him as you rounded the corner. You saw his shoulders twitch once as your footsteps echoed off the tiled walls, but he said nothing. He reached into the sink and pulled out the drain stopper as the sound of water being sucked back through the pipes filled the room. He wrung out the dishrag, before he scrubbed it across the surface of the counter. He folded it neatly and laid it next to the sink.

You walked to the shelves behind the door and retrieved the bottle of rum you’d stashed there. You glanced sideways at Dean as you made your way to the fridge in search of the Coke. His back was still to you, as he placed his palms on the sides of the sink and rested his weight into them. His head drooped down between his shoulder blades. You grabbed a can from inside the door and shut it again before you set it on the island along with the rum.

The only thing missing was a glass. You took a deep breath and turned to get a glass from the shelf just as Dean spun around. You both froze. Your eyes darted everywhere around the room except for each other. You moved to your right just a Dean took a step that mirrored your own. He stepped to the other side as you did the same. You sighed in unison and forced your eyes to meet his. His tongue darted out from between his lips nervously and he raked his teeth across his bottom lip. He looked away and flung an arm to one side as a signal for you to go first.

As you approached the shelf, you groaned. The glass you wanted was on a shelf just out of your reach. You puffed your cheeks out and winced.

“Hey Dean?” Your voice was weak and you clenched your eyes shut as you turned toward him.

He didn’t say a word as he came to stand next to you. He knew exactly what you needed and reached above your head.  He held the glass out to you and you saw the muscle in his jaw twitch as he waited for you to take it.

“Thank you.” Your hand closed around the tumbler and your fingertips brushed against his. He jerked his hand back. Your grip faltered and the glass crashed to the ground. The sound rang out through the otherwise empty bunker.

Frustrated, you reached down trying to collect the larger shards. Your balance shifted and you started to fall forward. You caught yourself with one hand against the jagged edge of the broken glass.

“Shit!” Dean’s fingers wrapped around your wrist as you cried out in pain. He pulled your palm closer to examine the cut. “I’m sorry, y/n.” His voice was calm, but filled with guilt.  You jumped as his fingers feathered over your skin to assess the damage. “I don’t think you need stitches; let’s get you washed up.”

He guided you to the sink, fidgeting with the taps until the water was just the right temperature. Then, gently, he placed your hand under the running water. Your blood swirled with the water in the sink, briefly tinting it pink. He grabbed a clean towel and pressed it gingerly against the cuts. His gaze flicked up to yours.  He darted his eyes away and released your hand.

“I think you just need a bandage. There are some in the first aid kit. I’ll take care of cleaning this up.” He turned and you placed your good hand on his arm. He flinched as his emerald eyes shifted to meet yours again.

“Hey, I heard a crash. Is everything ok?” Sam’s deep timbre startled both of you. You dropped your hand and turned toward the sound of his voice.

“You’re home!” A wide smile split across your face as you practically leapt into his arms.

“It’s good to see you too, baby. What happened?” He pulled back to inspect your hand.

“I dropped a glass and cut my hand, no big deal.” You shrugged.

“Well, let’s get you fixed up, huh?” His large hand closed around your small one as he led you out the door and down the hallway.

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Having Sam home made everything feel okay again. You fell back into your usual routines, and you hoped the change between you and Dean wasn’t too obvious.

“Did something happen last week? While I was gone?” Sam’s breath tickled your ear as you lay against him, your fingers traced lazy circles through the sparse patches of hair on his chest. You blinked, grateful your face was turned away from him.

“Hmm?” You hummed and placed a kiss just above his heart. You looked up at him questioningly. His hazel eyes shone with concern and he reached to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I don’t know. Dean has just been acting strange since he got back from Tulsa. I just wondered if he mentioned anything to you about what happened on that case.”

You sighed inwardly as guilt twisted your gut. You hated this. You knew you shouldn’t keep secrets from him, but what good would it do if you’d told him that night so long ago? There was no happy ending here.

“He mentioned something about a witch.” It isn’t a lie, exactly, but a little voice in the back of your head reminded you that omission was betrayal. You placed your ear to Sam’s chest again and listened to the sound of his breath. He wrapped his long arm around your shoulders and adjusted the blanket over you.

“That could do it. He hates witches.” Sam sighed. “I just worry about him. That’s all.” He planted his lips against the top of your head and reached to turn off the lamp on the side table. “Night baby.”

You stared into the pitch black room, wrapped in the arms of the man you love and you hated every fiber of your being.

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Into Your Arms- LH Part 6

They’re so cute....I’ve never wanted to be a dog so badly....just awwwwww

Anyway this is the next part to into your arms!! Hope you guys like it! Also combines the request for a make out session on the floor....so bam! haha ya..if you haven’t read the rest, go to my masterlist cuz im too lazy to add links rn...anywho enjoy!!

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It had been a few months since you started dating Luke. Everything was so intense. News of the two of you dating leaked after a little over a month (MICHAEL!!) but you were okay with it. You and Luke were pretty serious, spending every moment with each other, that is until he went on tour…

That was the toughest thing you've ever been through in any relationship, being apart like that. All the skyping, texts, snaps, phone calls…none of it truly eased the pain of being apart from him. You loved Luke, you realized that from the moment you laid eyes on him, and he loved you too. You knew that now. This was why being away from him and not being able to pull him close physically hurt you.

"Hey…just one more week babe…then I'll be right there" Luke said. You were currently having yet another skype call, you from LA, him from some hotel room far away from you.

"I know Luke…I just miss you so much…" You said, tears in your eyes.

"I miss you too Y/n…so much…but tour is nearly over then I'm with you for the next couple months"

"I know…I just can't wait to see you Luke"

"It's getting late…you should get some sleep. And babe, just hang on a few more days…"

"Alright. Goodnight."

"Goodnight. I love you" Luke said, blowing you a kiss and giving you a wink.

"I love you too" You laughed. Then you closed your laptop. Just one more week…

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You were exhausted. Your shift ended late and you wanted nothing more than just fall in bed and sleep for a year. Of course there was no way that was happening. Your best friend of so many years you couldn't even remember decided tonight was Netflix night. The night where you both binge watch all the shows you guys were currently watching. So now here you were watching Sherlock at 3am. There was no way sleep deprivation was gonna keep you away from Benedict Cumberbatch. (Lol that was the first show I thought of, I love it tho…and him….) You both ended up passing out on the couch. Although despite the fact you both had no obligations the next day, you both routinely woke up early. Great.

"Ugh….we might as well get up" Jennifer said, after laying on the couch for 20 minutes, refusing to get up just as you were.

"Yeah…I know" You sighed.

"I call shower first!" Your best friend screamed, jumping up and running towards the bathroom.

"Jen!!" You laughed, getting up. You looked in the fridge for something to eat, and found nothing. Figures. "Fine! But you have to go grocery shopping!"

You heard a groan in response. You took that as a yes.

You made a list while she was showering. And by the time you got out of the shower she was already gone. You cleaned up the plates from last night, and too tired to do anything else you decided to just lay there on the floor. You closed your eyes, grateful for the soft, fluffy rug underneath you.

You laid there for awhile, and continued to stay there despite the fact you heard the door open. You kept your eyes closed, hoping if your bff thought you were asleep you could get out of putting the groceries away.  You felt someone sit down next to you, and knew she was going to drag you up and make you help her.

"Fine Jen, I'll help you, just let me stay here for five more minutes. It's your fault I'm so tired"

You heard a low chuckle, and felt someone hovering over you, nuzzling your neck. Your eyes flew open to see Luke mere centimeters away from you, his deep blue eyes looking at you with such love in his eyes.

"Luke!" You breathed, surprised, before kissing him. Hard. You ran your hands through his hair as you kissed him. He put his arms on either side of your head so he could lay on top of you without crushing you. You missed him so much, at this point you didn't even care you were making out on the floor. After all this time he was finally here with you, and to think you thought you had to wait until….

"Wait…you're not supposed to be here for 2 more days!! What...how?!"

"As soon as the last show ended I took the next flight back to LA. I'm missing an interview today and some management meeting but I couldn't bare to be apart from you any longer…I missed you too much" He said, leaning his forehead on yours.

"I missed you too" You smiled, placing your hand on the side of his face. He looked even more exhausted then you were, and he hadn’t shaved in awhile. Nevertheless he still smiled down on you. Then he pressed his lips against yours. His lips kissed you hungrily, desperate for more. His desire was intense, due to the time spent away from each other. You kissed him back with the same urgency. You pulled his hair, as he moved a hand down your body. He played with the end of your shirt, his fingertips grazing your bare skin as he slowly pulled the fabric up. Then you heard the front door to your apartment open.

"Y/n I couldn't find any of those chips we got last time. I'll have to check again tomorrow." Jennifer said, as she closed the door. She turned around to see Luke still on top of you, both of you with swollen lips and tangled hair. She barely lifted her eyebrows. "Hey Luke glad you're here! You can help bring in the rest of the groceries!" She said, smiling.

"Jenn, great to see you too. And I'd love to" Luke said, standing up. He held his hand out to you to help you up as well. You couldn't help but laugh, and felt your cheeks flush. Your best friend just smiled at you and shook her head, pointing towards the door.

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Not my best but ehhhh...next part will be better....hopefully...anywho requests always open, and thanks for reading!! -Lydia