#rushed moodboard and drabble

[hewantshisbrideback]

each bolt a burning river by mysticalmuddle

Stranger’s Night was the second full moon of fall, and moonlight the same wet glistening color of raw fat was falling through breaks in the canopy where the oak and elm trees had dropped their leaves. People came to Castle Cerwyn to party, but sometimes they left the castle to hang out in the cold, smoking or fucking or trying to set things on fire. Arya knew it didn’t have the same appeal if they could do those things inside, safe in the knowledge that Cley was too fucked up himself to try and stop them. She knew that was why her dad never said anything, even though he knew about the parties since Cley had started them in high school.

The air didn’t feel like there were people out there with her. It felt crystalline smooth, empty of everything except the scent of the trees in her mouth, her nose.

But the noise behind her still started again, less loudly. The wind creaked through the trees. Whoever walked behind her kept coming, a slow steady pace.

[sebsxphia]

bob.

series.

woodland creatures

a series of stories with bob and age regression.

oneshots.

lovesick

bob misses you dearly after he had to eject.

the phone call

bob makes the phone call to you after being told the news.

bobby burns

you try some of bob’s ma’s alcohol one night.

the navy gala

what happens when you tease sweet and innocent bobby all night?

“who hurt you?”

you disclose to bob about a previous relationship and bob makes it his mission for you to feel safe and loved again.

bunny

bob settles you down for the night, but not before you pick something to read.

bunny | arts and crafts

you and bob spend the afternoon doing some arts and crafts with the help of peter rabbit.

bunny | playtime boxes

bob can tell when his bunny isn’t feeling too good, but he’s going to make sure they feel safe and comfortable in his arms.

bunny | bunny and the hangman

you spend a sunday afternoon with your two pilots and jake resumes his role as your caregiver for the first time.

bunny | ducky

jake tries to find your beloved stuffed animal, “ducky” but it quickly turns to tears when jake can’t find them.

wedding day

the moments before bob realizes he’s going to call you his wife, forever.

ebb and flow

sex is sometimes confusing for you to navigate, but bob floyd makes it easy.

three tender lovers

bob proposes a solution to jake’s remarks to the marks on bob’s back. all three of you find resolution and something else. love.

bob’s soft cock in his bunny

a short drabble.

falling asleep cockwarming bob

a short drabble.

bob and pet bunny play

a short drabble.

you and bob having incredibly intense sex

a short drabble.

teasing rhett and bob

a short drabble.

bob’s wedding ring sliding off

a short drabble.

shopping lists

you rush to the shops after work to do a quick food shop, but bob floyd was not on your shopping list.

camera roll & moodboards.

pov: your camera roll with husband dad bob

bobby and his bunny

bob and old money

robert ‘bob’ floyd.

your husband, robert ‘bob’ floyd at top gun.

reading in bed with robert ‘bob’ floyd.

come on eileen! | for @roosterforme ‘80’s Rocktober.

bedtime routine with robert ‘bob’ floyd. | inspired by this ask here from @peachystenbrough.

headcanons.

bob going feral on you*

brat tamer bob*

lingerie with bob*

sub!bob part one* and part two*

bob being coochie drunk*

breeding kink*

uniform kink*

bob’s kinks

using your safe word*

daddy!bob*

you, bob and all your animals

taking time off with bob*

tall reader*

one bed trope

sharing a bed with all three*

moving house with bob

bob taking care of you while you’re on your period*

stress crying

first date with bob

bob with reader who wears lots of rings

mean dom bob*

robby’s hard kinks*

loosing your virginity to bob*

overstimulation with bob*

bob being not so innocent

teenage dirt bag bob*

what bob’s dick looks like*

bob when he wants to switch off*

bob’s favorite positions and activities*

bob’s love language

the vilest names mean dom bob will call you*

what lingerie colours bob enjoys

drabbles.

| part one | part two | part three |

[aquagustd]

hell is empty - JJK, KTH

life has a tendency to throw things your way when you least expect it, when you’re content, and the ominous presence knows exactly how to steer your existence back into the darkness.

᯽ pairing — drug lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader

᯽ genre — heavy angst, smut, fluff

᯽ word count — 164.4K

᯽ warnings/tags — love triangle au, single parent!reader, dad!JK, ex-boyfriend!JK, CEO!taehyung, strong language, explicit smut, drug use, mentions of violence & blood, harassment, mentions of stalking, toxic relationships, mentions of drowning, happy ending, (will update)

᯽ vibes — the neighbourhood

᯽ updates — every Monday (unless stated otherwise) DO NOT ask about updates. check under the tag #update: hie.

꒰ playlist🎵 yoongi’s visuals ∞ taehyung’s visuals ✦ jungkook’s visuals ★ sora’s visuals ☢︎︎ hie jimin’s visuals ☾ oc’s style ♡ ꒱

→ bits of heaven: drabbles

→ hie: drabbles/asks

tags: #fic: hie #hie: theories #hie: memes #anti sora club #ttmc: hie

ongoing

part 01 - 10K . THE FIRST NIGHT

↳ a small escape from the stress leads you into the arms of a stranger with lots of stories to tell, stories that involve endless touches and caresses, however, the plans you’ve made to never see him again is forgotten; that stranger is your new boss.

༄moodboard ‍ ▹ ─ you get me so high by the nbhd

part 02 - 10K . DON’T LOOK

↳ the story of your life is not something you’d like to share, but he finds out eventually and you’re surprised by his reaction, however, an old friend makes a special appearance.

༄moodboard ‍ ▹ ─ nervous by the nbhd

ꕤ flashback drabble — fast forward ꕤ

‍ ▹ ─ reflections by the nbhd

part 03 - 6.8K . BABY CAME HOME

↳ you aren’t thrilled to see your old friend, like he’d hoped you would be, and you show him exactly why he is unwelcome in your son’s life, however, he isn’t too happy after he hears the stories that you’ve gathered in his absence.

༄moodboard ‍ ▹ ─ baby came home 2/valentines by the nbhd

part 04 - 5.8K . ONLY TOUCHED YOU ONCE

↳ faded white scars seem to split open, but he’s there to stitch them up again. can you withstand each twist of the knife?

‍ ▹ ─ void by the nbhd

part 04.2 - 8K . FEEL THE RUSH

↳ you’ve accepted that the scars will always remain, a little dimmer than before, but are you willing to forget with his help?

༄moodboard ‍ ▹ ─ void by the nbhd

📞 with oc + yoongi

part 05 - 9.8K . LURK #smileysixth

↳ Junho’s birthday party or the perfect cover for illicit affairs?

༄moodboard ‍ ▹ ─ lurk by the nbhd

part 06 - 5K . CRY BABY

↳ you decide that you’re tired of the constant back and forth, there are some things you need to know.

‍ ▹ ─ cry baby by the nbhd

『read this far & still rooting for jk + oc? read this』

part 06.2 - 8.9K . SWEATER WEATHER

↳ a newfound fire begins to sizzle, where the flames from your past now simmer.

‍ ▹ ─ sweater weather by the nbhd

📞 with oc + taehyung (jk + oc)

part 07 - 12.8K . THE BEACH #hie: thebeach

↳ the fire reignites, only to be put out again — and repeat — you have reached an impasse.

༄moodboard ‍ ▹ ─ the beach by the nbhd

part 08 - 6.7K . YOUR NAME IN THE RAIN

↳ guilt welcomes you like an old friend.

▹ ─ daddy issues by the nbhd

ꕤ flashback drabble — rewind ꕤ

‍ ▹ ─ dark red by steve lacy

part 09 - 11.1K . SHARING MY HEAD-HEART

↳ conversation, confrontation and…crying.

▹ ─ softcore by the nbhd

part 09.2 - 6.5K . CROSS YOUR MIND

↳ conversation, confrontation and…crying continued.

▹ ─ #icanteven by the nbhd

part 09.3 - 8.7K . SADDERDAZE

↳ more conversation, confrontation and…crying.

▹ ─ sadderdaze by the nbhd

part 10 - 22.8K . PREY #hie: thedinner

↳ the path is free of flames, all you need to do is allow yourself to take that first step.

༄moodboard ‍ ▹ ─ prey by the nbhd

part 11 . WIPED OUT

↳ again and again and again, you’re done holding out the flame.

▹ ─ wiped out! by the nbhd

part 12 . I SEE MYSELF IN YOU

༄moodboard ‍ ▹ ─ ?

epilogue

➶ read the sequel ‘heaven’s illusion’ [info]

【 faq 】

when is the next update?

❝every monday, unless i make an announcement stating otherwise. so look out for those :)❞

will hie have alternate endings, choose the ending option?

❝no, hie will only have one, final ending that has been written by me.❞

can i request for hie?

❝not taking requests for hie at the moment !!❞

can i send in theories for hie?

❝of course !! i love hearing them as long as they’re fair towards all the characters. except sora.❞

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[jadedvibes]

📖 drabble request for some florist!ari 🥺🥺🥺 pretty please <3

something about this giant of a man handle something as delicate as flowers just makes me🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Soft Blooms

Pairing: Florist!ari x reader

Warning: Crazy fluffy meet cute

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Thanks for making this adorable moodboard! I hope you like the spin I put on this drabble! Jade's 6 Month Blogiversary 💜

Like, comment, and/or reblog to put a giant smile on my face ♡

You hummed as you finished boxing up a small pack of cupcakes for your next special order, careful not to mess up the frosting you meticulously piped to perfection. After placing your store’s sticker on the edge of the box to keep it sealed, you heard a shattering of glass outside your shop door. 

Looking up through your glass windows, you saw a tall man standing on the sidewalk staring at the ground with his hands on his hips. Curious as to what that was all about, you went out to see if you could help. 

“Crap,” Ari mumbled to himself, as he bent down on one knee to see if he could salvage the flowers. Somehow the red dahlia’s were still intact, so he carefully picked them all up, and just as he was about to stand up and set them back in his delivery truck, he heard a bell jingle behind him. 

You walked around him to see what was going on and he turned to look up at you, smiling shyly. 

You couldn’t suppress your smile at the broad-shouldered gentleman with the pretty flowers in his hands, even if you wanted to. “Do you need some help?” you beamed at the blue-eyed man kneeling before you. 

Ari matched your bright smile, “Now what makes you think I need help?” he asked playfully, peering up at you through his thick lashes. Finally standing up to his full height, “Maybe, I just wanted to dramatically give you these flowers,” he joked, gesturing to the little bouquet in his hands. He towered over you, but there was something about him that put you at ease. 

You let out a laugh, “Well that’s one way of getting my attention,” you teased. “But before you do that, maybe we should clean this glass up,” you gestured at the broken vase. “I’ll be right back with a broom,” you said, rushing back to grab the sweeper. 

Ari ran his hand through his hair as he watched you walk away — you were too cute, with your adorable pink apron and that radiant smile. He quickly made sure that there was no glass on the flowers then pulled and cut out some extra ribbon he had in his truck. After ensuring they were perfect, he tied them up beautifully with a black bow. 

The bell above your door jingled again, and he turned back to see you with the big broom and dustpan. “Thank you so much,” he said, grabbing the items from your hand. “And these are for you,” he mumbled shyly, handing you the small red arrangement. 

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you smiled at him, taking it from his hands. “That wasn’t necessary, but thank you,” you said coyly. 

He nodded his head with a grin before moving to sweep up the glass. 

“Um, I’ll be right back,” you turned to head back to your shop. 

Ari spent a few minutes cleaning up, making sure that he didn’t leave a shard of glass behind. He didn’t want a woman as lovely as yourself to run into any trouble because of his mistake. 

While he did that, you quickly went inside and grabbed a spatula and changed your piping tip to make a little something just for him. 

You heard him close up the back of his delivery van’s door, and then the familiar bell rang again. Swiftly packing up the small pastry in a box, you sealed it with your store’s sticker just as he came up to the counter. 

“Thanks again for letting me borrow this. Where would you like me to put it?” He held up the broom. 

“You can just lean it up against the wall,” you nodded towards the wall behind him, as you scribbled on the box with your sharpie. 

He did just that, then returned to the counter. “Sorry about the disruption, but I’m glad it led me to this bakery. You’re really close to my Flower Shop,” he smiled, his eyes soft and warm as he looked at you.

“Well you’ll have to stop by another time, in a less dramatic fashion of course,” you joked, meeting his stunning cerulean gaze. “Here, I um packed this up for you. You can see if it’s worth it to return,” you handed him the box. 

“I don’t need to open the box to know that it is,” he smirked, taking the box from your hands. “But thank you.” 

Staring into your brilliant eyes, Ari felt himself fall just a bit.  

He took a deep breath, “I do have to get going though, I have a couple more arrangements to make and drop off since my delivery guy is out today. I’m a little out of sorts with this side of things, but will you be here tomorrow morning?” he asked hopefully. 

“I will, yeah,” you nodded with a soft smile. 

“Great, I will see you then, um?” he finally realized he had yet to get your name.

“Y/N.” 

“Right, I’m Ari. And I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N,” he beamed before turning to leave, glancing back just once as his hand touched the door. 

The bell chimed again upon his departure, and you exhaled a deep breath. What a man. 

You couldn’t wait until tomorrow when you’d get the chance to see that gorgeous being again. 

As he got in his truck and buckled up, Ari thanked his clumsiness for bringing him to you. You were so kind and enchanting, he couldn’t believe his luck. 

Curiosity got the better of him as pulled up in front of his shop. He picked up the box that he’d set on his passenger seat and saw that you had scribbled your name and number on the side. A bright smile graced his lips, but then he gently broke the seal and opened up the box to see what you made for him. 

Ari’s heart nearly leaped out of his chest as he took in the little cupcake, flawlessly frosted in the design of a beautiful red dahlia. 

Part 2

[choicesfandomappreciation]

It's here!!! Our 2022 Secret Pal Exchange!

As voted by you, this year's event will take place December 27-28!

What it is:

Simply put, it's secret Santa

Everyone who shows interest in participating will be given a secret pal for whom they should create a small work (drabble, art, edit, moodboard, etc).

How to participate:

Reblog this post stating your interest AND include your top 3 books/characters/pairings to help guide the person who recieves you as their pal on what they should create for you (reblogs that do not include a top 3 will not be considered entries for participation)

or, message me here (@choicesfandomappreciation) or at @lovealexhunt stating your interest and include your top 3 picks

Note: When listing your interests, please include any preferred gender/race characteristics you may have for customizable characters

Please only sign up to participate if you plan to follow through and create for your pal

The deadline to sign up to participate is December 17th

What comes next:

On, or about, December 18th, I will message you with your secret pal and what they listed as their top 3 interests

You create something for them based on their interests and post it for them on December 27 or 28th

It would also be really nice if you could include a brief positive message of encouragement and/or support with your creation for your match

Please tag @choicesfandomappreciation and #ChoicesSecretPal22 well so I can keep track of who posted and who is missing.

If you have any questions please do not hesitate to reach out. It should be a wonderful event that spreads joy and cheer in our fandom. ❤️❤️❤️

Just a personal plea...

If for any reason at all (no questions asked), you are unable to participate after signing up, please message me as soon as possible! Every secret pal/admirer/exchange event I've hosted always has had 1-3 people not follow through which leaves me scrambling to create for those people's matches at the last minute. I'm happy to do it, but I hate feeling rushed and not having time to think about it properly. Plus, if it can be avoided and matches reassigned I would rather do that. So if you go on hiatus, need a break, or life is just to busy (or whatever the reason) please just keep me updated. I'd so appreciate it!

[ruckystarnes]

Title: First Christmas Author: RuckyStarnes Rating: Gen Card: B105 Event: @buckybarnesbingo Square: Y2: AU - Single Parent Characters: Bucky Barnes, F!Reader, unnamed kids Ship: Bucky x F!Reader Words: 463 Warnings: fluff Summary: You swore after your daughter's dad left that you wouldn't let another man into your life like that again. But then Bucky came along, and soon you were in a whirlwind romance where he not only accepted you, but also your daughter. Type: Moodboard | Drabble

Your daughter’s father left you days after you said you were pregnant. You made a promise to yourself and your daughter that you wouldn’t fall for another man. But that was fodder now that you met Bucky. You two met at a bar, he bought you a drink, and you declined. The following weekend, he tried again, and again, you turned him down. He would just smile and say he understood, leaving you be the rest of the night, just to repeat the next weekend. Finally, you accepted a drink. You found out he had two kids himself, a son and daughter. Every weekend you would meet at the bar, share a drink, and that would be that.

Now you were happily together seven months later, celebrating your first Christmas together, and your daughter was ecstatic. She wanted to buy gifts for Bucky and his kids. So you took her into the city and she picked out a present for each, and you helped wrap them with her that night.

On Christmas Day, everyone opened their gifts. Then your daughter came out of her room, pulling a cardboard box with the presents she had bought for Bucky and his kids. She handed them to each of them, saying she was happy to have them with her and you for Christmas. Bucky’s children got toys to go with their playsets they had, and with them being younger than your daughter, thought they were the best toys ever. For Bucky, your daughter hesitated to give him the small wrapped box. You gave her an encouraging smile and nodded, telling her silently that it will be okay.

Bucky took the small box from her and gave her his signature kilowatt smile that won you over all those months ago. He opened it gingerly, assuming that the gift could be fragile. And it was. When he removed the last bit of paper and opened the box, he smiled, eyes squinting as he chuckled softly. He was looking at a picture of him and your daughter you had taken two months ago when you all went hiking. He had her lifted above his head, both smiling as the trees behind lost their leaves.

“Do you like it?” she asked softly, her hands pulling at the hem of her sweater. “I love that picture. It was one of the happiest days I ever had.

“I do,” he replied softly, and you could hear the slight crack in his voice. “I loved that day too.” He handed you the frame and opened his arms to your daughter, who rushed into his, wrapping her small arms around his neck. “Thank you,” he whispered to her, placing a soft kiss to her hair, “one of the best gifts I have ever gotten.”

[socksjinie]

strawberry blonde, 01 | taehyung

synopsis. he was in his pursuit of happiness but turned out he found it not in a moment, but in her.

✿ part of the wonder drabbles; a series of blurbs and drabbles about the bts members...

pairing. taehyung x oc 

genre. idol au + fluff + slice of life + future smut 

word count. 1158 

warnings. none for the time being, just a lot of fluff!

a/n. just wanted to thank the most special human being— @singguks — for making me this wonderful header and sending me 15 minutes audios to help me write taehyung,, ෆ

moodboard. click here

Other than practices or diverse schedules BTS had Taehyung normally kept himself busy with light hobbies. Things that made his mind rest and heal from the rush he was always exposed to. 

It varied from learning how to play the trumpet like his favorite artists, or arts and crafts like the painters he admired dearly. He sometimes took uncompromised walks, just to see what he would end up discovering or seeing... Sometimes, however, it was all about staying at home just singing along to covers he would find online or even watching noir movies and dreaming of different times. 

Taehyung was all about the dreamy and unrushed lifestyle people had back in the days... Sure, having things easier was practical, fast, and well, easier. But he would often dream of that magical moment of pursuit and its journey, like buying a record for example. It wasn't just about going to the shop. Hell, not even the shop, nowadays you can just download the songs. Back in the days, however? It was all about feeling the butterflies waiting for your favorite band to drop an album, and then waiting days and weeks for it to come to the store... It didn't stop there, most often than not, you would just go there, listen to the tape or vinyl on the spot and still go home empty-handed because you had no money to buy it. At least that's what his father told him countless times. But the glow in his eyes every time he talks about it... That's something Taehyung lived for. 

And that's why ever since he put his eyes on the girl a friend of a friend introduced him to, he couldn't help but think he wanted to take it slow. Because as far as he knew, everything that wasn't rushed was something to keep dearly. Something that had meaning in your life, something that would make his eyes spark. 

"And you still haven't asked for her number?" Jimin asked after taking a big gulp of his water bottle. They were both sweaty from practice, and Taehyung unconsciously thought he should start improving his cardio because of the heavy way he was breathing. 

"No, not yet." 

And that makes Jimin chuckle incredulously. "And how exactly are you planning on seeing her again? Because, like. Not to be a total pessimist here, don't get me wrong, but Seoul has millions of people. And we- You, are an idol."

"There's going to be a party," He brushed his hair back and breathed in, his heart still thumping hard against his ribcage. "Well, not a party per se... Just a casual gathering. I'm hoping she’ll be there."

"You're hoping? You're kidding, right?" 

"I have a feeling she will be there." He said with assertiveness before glancing back at their choreographer who was calling for them. 

"You're unbelievable." 

Taehyung knew Jimin was probably thinking he was just not that invested in the girl, but this is how he is. 

Not that he isn't invested, on the contrary, he is overly invested. So much so, he would often catch himself thinking of the little interactions he had with her... Or the dialogues, and overthink about the questions he could have made or the better answers he could have given. This to him was a clear sign of how much space she is occupying in his mind and therefore how much he wants things to work out for the better. 

But he is also a universe believer. He has faith that things will play out just fine if he believes enough. And he does in fact believe she will attend the gathering. And that he will have the chance to talk to her and get to know her better. And maybe, just maybe, if things go alright he could ask her on a date like he wanted to do ever since she said 'hi, it's so nice to meet you too!' while placing back a strand of her hair behind her ear since she seemed somewhat shy. 

And for a week he kept thinking about that little action of the strawberry blonde girl. His mind kept also drifting to his angels, always calling for help in getting her to the party. 

It worked. Angels or not, it worked. 

As soon as he arrives at his friend's house, there’s this mood. The song ‘This View’ from Surfaces is faintly playing making the whole ambiance feel like a lazy summer day. The kind of day that comes back to memory once in a while from when you were younger like he was experiencing his first love for the first time. 

And then he sees her. 

Glass in hand–with fresh juice that matches the patterns of her top–and the long strawberry blonde hair tied half up in a loose way. She’s chatting so excitedly with people she isn’t even bothered by the sunlight that is kissing her eyes ever so softly, making her feel even dreamier. 

Taehyung kept looking, not even bothered if people were noticing where his attention was, or if he looked like a weirdo. That's how he is. He isn’t afraid to be vocal about what he likes and what he doesn’t, even if he usually ends up talking about it in a cute and soft way. 

But then, as a reflex, she glances at him. Their eyes lock since he’s already looking, and that probably makes her a little fidgety because the next second she focuses again on a friend that was by her side. 

But she looks again as if checking if his eyes were indeed what was burning her skin and not the sun itself. And her suspicions are correct. He never takes his eyes away, just adds a smile to his features. 

And she smiles back like a reaction to his own. 

Taehyung points to the empty porch with his head; a silent invitation that made him gulp down nervously even though he appeared to be confident and relaxed. And then he excuses himself from the conversation he was having with his friends–or pretending to have since he didn’t really focus on anything. 

He feels a small breeze touch his skin when he arrives at the porch, and even though he doesn’t know if the strawberry blonde girl will follow him there, he feels content. He feels like he is somewhat living in a dream. 

“Hey, stranger!” Even though he has his back facing her, he smiles knowingly. He had loved her voice from the beginning. 

He turned. 

She was there, smiling warmly at him, like a summer vision. 

“Hey… Deo,” His smile widened, turning his eyes in a crescent moon shape, full of fondness. He had forgotten how big their size difference was and Taehyung had always had a soft spot for cute little things, “So… I have a question.” 

And at that instant, everything stopped for a bit… This was his pursuit of a magical moment.

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[spookiekewchie]

Bombette

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Steve Rogers x woc!reader

Summary: It's a new year, and you want more than you've been given.

FIREWORKS / SKY FLYER (drabble) / BARRAGE

Word Count: 4.5k+

Warnings: mean!steve is back yall, some mild violence, mentions of jealousy, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it), sex in semi public places, rough sex, getting caught, possessive language, mean!steve's filthy mouth, a lil degradation, squirting, choking, sir kink, Sharon as a romantic rival (forgive me queen girlboss), nicknames (bucky calls the reader Trouble, steve calls the reader Pretty)

A/N: part of the FIREWORKS universe, and inspired by an ask from @syntheticavenger! This was for New Years but it's me so it's a few days late. There's also a couple of POV changes in this so fair warning. Please excuse any typos or errors. The moodboard is by me and the divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. If you like it don’t forget to reblog and share with others who might enjoy it as well.

Tittering laughter filled your ears, and stole your attention from the dark haired super soldier you were currently meant to be sparring with. You know you should be focusing but that damn laughter had you turning your head. You huffed, eyes narrowed at Steve standing a ways off with Sharon Carter who was laughing rather hard at something he had said. You hated it, that sound of forced laughter and the way she batted her lashes up at him and touched his arm every now and then.

You couldn’t make out what was being said but that didn’t stop you from drawing your own conclusions. They were flirting, right where you could see them and Steve didn’t even have the decency to do it anywhere else where you didn’t have to be a witness.

Bucky’s gloved hand knocked gently against the top of your head, forcing your attention away and back onto him. “Say, how much longer are we on this assignment?” You questioned, trying not to be obvious.

“You mean how much longer do we have to work with Sharon?” He questioned back and you huffed, throwing a jab at him and beginning the dance of dodging his blows and striking out to try and land a couple of your own. You tried to focus on that, not wanting to think about Steve’s history with Sharon or the fact that the blonde wonder, as you’d taken to calling her, was always more than happy to do as he ordered without question. Did he want her back? Was he tired of you and your brattish antics?

You had to wonder because it’d been two weeks since he’d done anything more than order you around in an official capacity and said more than two words to you that wasn’t about the assignment. You didn’t know what you’d done wrong, you’d been on your best behavior save for a couple of incidents where you’d acted out just enough in hopes that’d he do something about it. He paid you dust, and that burned you up inside.

Trying to focus on Bucky proved easier said than done when that tittering laughter filled your ears again. You spun, narrowly missing Bucky’s punch, you glared in the direction of Steve and Sharon, hoping and wishing that you were able to set them both on fire with the heat of your ire. Vaguely from your peripheral you make out the movement of Bucky throwing another punch, and you acted on pure instinct just like Natasha trained you to. You ducked under his outstretched arm, turned your body, and threw your elbow back hard at an upwards angle.

You hear the sickening crunch and then you hear Bucky falling back onto the mat with a garbled curse.

“Shit! Bucky! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Stupid question you thought, until he pulled his hand away from his nose and gave you a bloody smile when you knelt between his sprawled legs and pulled your gloves off. You took his face in your hands gingerly and inspected the damage, it wasn’t too bad and you felt a little less guilty for not paying attention.

The sound of rushing footsteps filled your ears, and you leaned closer to Bucky’s face while trying to ignore his mischievous gaze. “What the fuck happened?” It was Steve’s concerned voice, and you could have scoffed in irritation if you weren’t too busy worrying about Bucky right then. You threw a look up at Steve, only to find that Sharon was standing closer than she needed to be and with a huff you whipped your head back around to face Bucky.

“Nothing, Trouble here just managed to get a good one in.” Bucky said with a huge grin, wincing slightly when you gently prodded at the crooked bridge of his nose. You didn’t see the proud smirk on Steve’s lips, but perhaps if you had you’d feel a little less irritated.

“We need to get you to medical.” You sighed, prepared to help Bucky up off the mat only for him to grab your wrist.

“By the time we get there it’ll be healed and crooked, they’ll just have to break it again to set it properly. Might as well just do it here.” Bucky seemed completely unbothered by all of this so you just sighed, prepared to try and convince him to still go to medical. That was before he chose to speak again. “Besides, I doubt I’d get such a wonderful view down there.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion, following his gaze only to come to the realization that in your current position Bucky could see down your shirt and he was currently getting an eyeful of your cleavage in your sports bra. Narrowing your eyes you reached up and quickly pushed the bridge of his nose back into place without warning. “Ass.” You huffed, getting up to stalk off to the showers and vaguely making out the sound of Bucky’s ‘you have a great one’ from behind you. You shook your head, a puff of laughter on your lips.

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“Really Buck?” Steve sighed, exasperated and mildly amused at his best friend's antics.

Bucky just shrugged, watching as Sharon wandered off to go get some towels to try and clean up the blood. “Not like you’ve been paying her any attention lately. I might as well.” Bucky replied, grinning with a wink. Steve huffed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his broad chest. He had his reasons for putting distance between the two of you since he’d had you transferred to his team. One of them was because of Sharon, her temporary assignment to the team by Fury couldn’t have come at a more inopportune time in Steve’s opinion. He didn’t enjoy the fact that Fury had gone over his head and basically strong-armed him into having to work with his ex, but Steve had assured the director that he could be professional about it. The other and more pressing reason was his need to stay focused entirely on the intel and plans to dismantle the newest HYDRA cell that had begun to grow in power. They needed to be squashed before they got too big, and it had been easier to focus on that than on the fact that his ex was trying to rekindle something while he was trying to come to terms that things between him and you weren’t as casual as he made them seem.

“I’ve been focused on the mission.” Steve said simply, holding out a hand to help Bucky up from the mat just in time for Sharon to return with Towels in hand. Neither man said anything more until she took the hint and quietly excused herself once the silence between the three became awkward.

“Really? Because from where we were standing it looked like you were focused on making your ex giggle like a schoolgirl.” Bucky countered, grabbing his water bottle so that he could wet the towel in his hand and try to clean up the blood on his face. “Besides, the mission was completed days ago so not really an excuse.”

Steve rolled his eyes so hard that Bucky was surprised they didn’t get stuck. “I have no idea what she was laughing at, I wasn’t even saying anything that funny. And I don’t know why she’s still around.” Sharon seemed to be lingering, almost like she was waiting for something and judging by the way she always seemed to find a way to monopolize Steve’s time he knew exactly what she was waiting for. He didn’t acknowledge that the mission was done, because that’d mean that he’d have to answer the question of why he was still keeping his distance.

“I know, but Trouble doesn’t have enhanced hearing and it looked a lot like flirting from here.” He patted around his face gingerly, carefully making his way out of the ring so he could go grab a shower as well. “But hey what do I know? I haven’t had a girlfriend since the forties.” Bucky added flippantly, grinning to himself when he heard Steve muttering about how you weren’t his girlfriend.

But if that was the case then why couldn’t he shake the possessive feeling that had been sitting in his chest lately. Especially when he saw other agents daring to flirt with you.

Steve pushed the thought off before it could take root further. He had more important things to focus on, except he couldn’t name one thing at that moment if he tried.

The last thing he heard before leaving the gym was Bucky wondering aloud if his black eye and swollen nose would be healed by the time Stark’s New Year’s party rolled around later that night.

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Bucky’s injury had indeed healed by the time the party had rolled around, not that it would have made him any less attractive to the various female agents that had tried with varying levels of success to get him out on the dancefloor. You spied him across the room, regarding him with a smile and a little shake of your head as one of your friend’s shamelessly flirted with him once the liquid courage had kicked in. The smile dropped when you saw who was leaning against the wall just behind.

Of course Steve was there, that much you expected, but what you weren’t expecting was for him to be watching you with an unreadable expression on his face. You huffed, shooting him a glare before turning on heels and making your way to the open bar. The sudden urge for a stiff drink overruling that little voice in the back of your mind that said avoiding the problem was not the answer.

The drink worked, giving you a nice buzz that made it easier to get into the mood for a party. You allowed yourself to be pulled onto the dancefloor, your laughter ringing out and your mood lifted as you were twirled and spun around in the arms of your friends. All the while Steve’s gaze bore down on you, and his jaw clenched tight as he watched you sway around and settle into the arms of one of the many male agents that had been eyeing all night. The bottle of beer in his hands shattered when his grip went too tight, and you were none the wiser as you refused to give him your attention. He’d ignored you for the better part of two weeks, he was preoccupied with his ex. His, pretty vision of blonde perfection, ex that he never hid or felt the need to sneak around with.

And just like that your good mood was tanking fast, and despite knowing better you looked over to where you’d last seen Steve. This time he was sitting on a sofa, with Sharon holding his hand and practically in his lap from how she was hovering over him. You excused yourself from the group you were dancing with, disappearing from the common area and making your way to one of the empty offices. In your anger you completely missed the napkin that Sharon was pressing to Steve’s hand, or the way he was pushing her out of his space with a hard look that clearly stated she was overstepping.

You’d seen enough, and you were a mix of bitter and resentful for the time that you’d put into something that you were now sure was over. You weren’t going to cry, that much you knew, but you were angry and you’d rather not ruin everyone else's night with an outburst. So you remained secluded in the dark office, pacing around and trying to think peaceful thoughts before you did something rash like storm out into the party and punch Steve right in his mouth for wasting your damn time. You took a deep breath, trying to swallow it all down and compartmentalize it for another time, but the clearing of a throat and the flip of a light switch ruined that plan.

“What are you doing in Sharon’s office?” Steve questioned, stepping into the room and leaving the door somewhat ajar behind him. You froze at the sound of his voice, eyes blinking away the spots that danced over them at the sudden brightness that filled the room. Vision cleared you, narrowed your eyes in suspicion and glanced at the nameplate on the desk. You cursed under your breath, rolling your eyes and turning to make an attempt to leave only to find Steve’s large frame standing directly behind you.

You sucked in a breath, not expecting to see him standing so close. It was easy to forget how quiet he could be, how stealthy, and it sent an annoyingly excited thrill through you before you buried it down and attempted to push past him. Steve moved in time with you, effectively blocking you again and this time he took a step forward to back you into Sharon’s desk. You glared up at him, doing your best to intimidate a well over six foot tall super soldier. He only smirked down at you, shaking his head with a heavy sigh before he was reaching out to grab you by the jaw.

“Don’t.” You slapped his hand away, and crossed your arms over your chest with a scowl. “You’ve been ignoring me this whole time, you don’t get to just corner me and have your way because you want to get your dick wet.” You snapped, ignoring the hard stare that Steve was levelling at you. “Besides, isn't that what you have Sharon for now that she’s back and hanging off of you like dead weight?”

You didn’t miss the way Steve rolled his eyes at that, his large hands dropping to his narrow hips as he stared you down. “Is that so? Anything else?”

Something about his response didn’t sit right with you, there was a slight edge of amusement to it and you personally didn’t find shit funny about this whole mess. “Yeah, actually. I’m done. Whatever game you were playing while you were wasting my time, it’s over. You got your snow queen back, and you clearly have no issue with flaunting and showing her off in front of everyone, so I’m done. It’s about to be a new fucking year, and honestly I deserve better than secret hookups, and pretending that there’s nothing going on between us when other people are around.” You took a deep breath, waiting for him to say something or to laugh in your face or to tell you that he never promised you anything. Instead he just sighed, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth slowly as he considered you.

“You’re jealous of Sharon.” He stated simply and you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief at him jumping to that conclusion after everything you’d just said.

“No I’m not jealous of her, I’m annoyed by her. I’m angry because the second she showed up you started treating me like I was just some basic bitch that you haven’t had in your damn bed.” Your glare grew more heated as you looked up at him. “Fuck! I should have known this was just games to you, well I’m not with that so I’m done, Steven.” You snapped, and before you knew what you were doing you were reaching up to roughly poke him in the center of his forehead.

Everything happened fast then, the second he registered the act Steve snatched your wrist into his tight grip, and you swore you heard him growl down at you. In an instant you found yourself roughly deposited on Sharon’s desk with a glaring Steve pressed between your thighs and his other hand around your throat. “That’s enough.” His voice was lower, a whisper almost but it still caused a chill to crawl up your spine. You squirmed, pulling at your wrist in his grasp only for him to yank you to the edge of the desk and pull you closer. You clenched around nothing, arousal already starting to cause you to grow slick as you waited with bated breath for what he’d do next. You knew you’d crossed a line with that damn poke to his forehead, and you weren’t sure if you regretted it yet.

“Apologize.” He ordered, and you chewed at your bottom lip and cast your gaze down to focus on his chest.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” You muttered, blowing out a slow breath a second later. Steve let silence linger between the two of you for a moment as he contemplated the situation, what you’d said and how you’d acted. He could see where you’d drawn your conclusions and how he’d played his part, but that didn’t mean he was going to let you get away with the disrespect you’d just shown him.

“No, you shouldn’t have.” There was a pause, and then you felt the gentle pressure of his fingers under your chin. “And I don’t want Sharon, she’s my ex for a reason.” He assured you, taking a moment to gauge your reaction.

“Then why was she practically in your lap tonight?” You couldn’t help but push back, and Steve couldn’t help the way his cock twitched at your lingering stubbornness. He was going to enjoy fucking the brat out of you all over again.

He took a deep breath, fixing you with a look that made you press your lips together tightly, and squeeze your thighs around him in an instinctive urge to clench them together. “This is what’s going to happen. I’m going to fuck this little attitude out of you, remind you who the fuck that pussy belongs to, and then since you’re so fucking concerned about who’s in it we’re going to go out there and you’re going to spend the rest of the party sitting pretty on my lap for everyone to see.” His hand gripping your wrist released it and travelled between your thighs, the cute panties you were wearing were ruined and soaked through with your slick arousal. You hissed when you felt a calloused finger dragging against your clothed slit. “How’s that sound?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice in the moment. Steve tsked, pinching your chin between his fingers. “My cock isn’t in you yet, pretty. Don’t get dumb on me yet, use your words.”

“Okay.” You rushed out, feeling breathless. Steve gripped your chin tighter, and raised an eyebrow and you knew to correct yourself immediately. “Okay, sir.”

“That’s better, I’m still taking that little stunt out of your ass though.” It was the only warning he gave you, his hands leaving you to quickly undo his belt and pants enough to pull his cock free. In a swift movement he pulled your panties to the side and roughly pushed into you with a groan as your walls gripped and squeezed around him.

You gripped against his strong arms, nails pressing hard into the fabric and digging into him. “Fuck…fuuuuuck.” You hissed through clenched teeth, two weeks had you missing the feeling of him stretching you out around him, and it was clear that Steve missed the feeling as well from the way he took a moment to just savor the feeling. His hand moved to wrap his hand around the sleek ponytail that you’ve fixed your hair into, with a sharp tug he jerked your head back to give him the perfect angle to steal a messy kiss from your lips. He swallowed your moans and cries of pleasure, groaning into your mouth as he began to sink deeper inside your fluttering walls.

Clinging to him when you felt him fully seated inside of you, you took a moment to catch your breath. When you rocked against him, eager to feel him move, his free hand was quick to grab you by the hip and force you to be still, slowly he withdrew to the tip with a smirk on his lips. Your whine of protest was soon turned into a strangled cry when you felt him suddenly slamming into you with a growl. The pace he set was rough and unrelenting, each thrust punishing and sinking deep and drawing a loud cry from your lips. You were grateful for the loud music playing for the party, otherwise you were sure that everyone would have heard the way Steve was pulling screams and choked sounds of pleasure with every snap of his hips.

“I would have loved to take my time with my sweet little pussy, but you had to go and be a brat.” He ground out between his teeth, pounding into you with hard thrust after hard thrust until you were trembling and clinging to him. “You’re fucking lucky I don’t mind reminding you that I know how to handle your ass.” He angled his hips purposefully, slamming into you again and this time hitting that sweet spot that had you seeing stars as a sudden orgasm gushed out of you and soaked Sharon’s desk. Your shrill cry was loud, battling with the music of the party that was still going on just a ways away. Thoughts of being heard were pushed to the back of your mind, but little did you know that you had been heard.

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Bucky swore he wasn’t trying to listen to the two of you, in fact he wasn’t even sure what he was hearing at first and by then it was too late. He could hear the two of you clear over the music, and it had him discreetly adjusting himself in his jeans before he casually folded his arm over his lap to hide the obvious bulge. “Jesus fucking Christ you two.” He muttered to himself taking a long sip from his bottle of beer when he found himself suddenly parched.

“Hey, James have you seen Steve?” Sharon’s voice snapped him out of the trance that the sound of you and Steve had nearly lulled him into. Bucky, just cleared his throat, shrugging a shoulder as if he didn’t know exactly where Steve was at the moment.

“I think he might have said something about checking your office for something he thought he left behind earlier.” He answered, keeping it vague enough that she didn’t expect anything as she thanked him and turned to go make her way to her office. Bucky hid his smirk behind another sip of beer, chuckling to himself.

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You were oblivious to anything other than the feeling of Steve’s cock railing into you, and if you were more aware you might have noticed the slightly ajar door behind Steve. All you were aware of was the sound of skin against skin, and the wet squelch of your cunt around Steve. You mumbled out apologies not sure if they were for acting out, not saying something sooner, or just because you were a brat. All you knew was that he felt so good, and it had been too long since he’d had you full of his cock and you didn’t want him to stop.

Steve on the other hand was aware of everything, the party still going on, the feeling of you squeezing his cock like a vise, the sound of Sharon’s heels clicking down the hallway as she approached the office. The blond smirked, hooking your thighs over his forearms and lifting you with ease. You cursed, arms circling around his neck to hold on as he kept you held in midair. His hips snapped, cock thrusting into you faster and you could only bury your face into the crook of his neck to muffle the noises that were loudly spilling past your lips.

You didn’t realize that the two of you had an audience until you heard the shocked gasp from Sharon. Your head snapped up, eyes landing on her standing there like a deer in headlights. Clearly this was not the scene she expected to walk in on, and you didn’t care one bit about it. You smirked, lips pressing a kiss before your teeth nipped at a spot on Steve’s neck that had him throwing his head back with a curse. “Cum in me, please sir. Fill your tight little pussy up.” You begged, moaning loudly when he answered your pleading with frantic thrusts that told you he was approaching his end.

“That what you need, need your Captain’s cum dripping out of you like a good little slut?” He changed his grip on you, one arm going around your waist to keep you right where he wanted you, and the other hand moving to squeeze around your throat as you nodded.

“Your good slut.” You choked out, eyes rolling back at how deeply he was hitting with each thrust. Steve hummed his approval at your strained words, squeezing his hand around your throat tighter and relishing the way that your cunt clenched and pulsed harder around him when he did. He cursed, still chasing his high each thrust pushing you closer to another release until you were tipping over the edge again and dragging him with you.

Steve came with a loud groan, the feeling of his spend spilling deep inside you making you shudder in satisfaction. He held you, letting you pant against his chest and didn’t let you down until he could feel your heartbeat beginning to settle. When you looked around you saw that you two were once again alone. Sharon had long since left, a look of frustration and disappointment on her face after the two of you in the middle of an intense fuck.

“Better?” Steve questioned, taking his time to sort out your appearance before he worried about doing his pants up and tucking his shirt back in. You nodded, no longer feeling so wound up or angry now that you’d gotten what you needed. “Good, now behave for the next hour and then we’ll leave. Let’s go.” He didn’t give you a chance to protest, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and hauling you into his side to support your wobbly steps as he led you two back to the party.

You could feel a few eyes on the two of you, and you knew your friends were likely whispering amongst themselves about how you’d been denying there was anything going on between you and Steve. As for Sharon she was nowhere to be seen, and that had a small smile playing on your lips before you realized that Steve was leading you towards an empty spot on a sofa near where Bucky was sitting. His words from earlier replayed in your head, and when he sat down and gave you a look full of expectation you knew he’d been serious about you spending the rest of the time at this party in his lap. You carefully lowered yourself, unable to look away from Steve who muttered a soft “good girl” against your temple before settling back and starting a conversation with Bucky and Sam as if he hadn’t just confirmed to everyone in attendance that the two of you were an item.

An hour ticked by, marked by the sound of a countdown, fireworks, and a possessive New Year’s kiss from Steve.

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Vibe Drabbles: Guess the Clone

Soooo... I sometimes write these freeform drabbles, that I can best describe as “aesthetic moodboards but with words”. I don’t know if they count as freeform poetry or whatever, but I’m just gonna call them Vibe Drabbles (thank you for the name suggestion @sleepingsun501​ ) These are little writings of the type of vibes certain characters give me, or in the case of Star Wars characters, what I feel their “Force Signatures” would be. I uses the senses as a basis for these, certain smells, colors, tastes, feelings, etc. As well as aspects of nature. Anyway, that’s enough of an explanation. Here are some Vibe Drabbles I wrote of some clone troopers that I posted on Discord. Let’s see if you can guess which troopers they are!

1. The eye of a hurricane, the feel of rain, and the rush of wind from an incoming storm. The cry of a hawk, soaring through the skies. A deep, royal blue, cool stormy greys and silver, and soft, deep brown eyes. The rush of adrenaline, the burn of muscles straining, a strong comforting hand on your shoulder. Distant thunder, the scent of ozone, and the taste of fine whiskey. Warm smiles, determination, and the comforting hug of a friend. The roughness of stubble along the jaw, warm brown skin, and calloused hands. The roar of a battlefield, the sound of waves crashing against the rocks.

2. Vivid blue skies dotted with soft clouds, a cooling breeze, the sounds of hearty laughter. Kind brown eyes, an inspiring speech, perseverance, and a comforting hug from a friend. Brightly colored lights and loud, booming music with a rumbling bass. The taste of whiskey, the feel of sunlight, the rush of adrenaline from a leap of faith. The turquoise of tropical seas and the cooling feel of plunging into water. The scent of fine cologne and linen sheets. A sense of camaraderie, faith, and loyalty in friends and family. 

3. A snowy forest, the smell of pine needles, overcast skies, the sharp bite of a winter wind. Distant howls, the glint of moonlight on steel, and imposing mountain ranges. Worn, black leather, coarse fur, and raised scars on brown skin. Sharp canines and deadly snarl, determined eyes, and calloused hands. Sorrowful memories, and harsh anger mixed with regret. A deep sense of loyalty, protectiveness. A racing heart, overcast grey skies, and the fall of snow on icy tundras.

4. A winding river leading to cascading waterfalls, cool mist below. The scent of old books and feel of parchment. Soft, muted blues and white. The sound of gentle rain against a window and the taste of herbal tea. The feeling of accomplishment after an arduous task, teamwork, and quick thinking. Gentle smiles and soft laughter. The warmth of a brotherly hug, the coolness of an autumn breeze. Sorrow and loneliness from loved ones gone, the comfort and togetherness of newfound love. The refreshing feel of flowing water.

5. Freshly fallen snow, quiet nights inside, wrapped in warm blankets. The taste of hot chocolate, snowflakes on dark hair. The feel of tears flowing down ones cheeks. Pale blues and snowy white and a gentle breeze. A reassuring hand to quell feelings of fear and uncertainty, the courage to rise up despite the fear. Long curly hair, and gentle eyes. Shooting stars in the night sky, and moonlight illuminating sparkling ice and snow. The crisp scent of winter, the warmth of a gentle smile, and the sound of dripping icicles.

6. Arid canyons beneath clear blue skies, and towering mesas. Sweat dripping down ones brow, warm bronze skin, and the ache of strained muscles. Sunlight shimmering on gold, a summer breeze, and sunflower petals. The smell and taste of smoked meats, the bitter bite of whiskey. Twisting scars, determined battlecries, the rush of adrenaline. Loyalty mixed with an uneasy dread. The rumbling growl of a tiger, a desert sunset, and the heat of a bonfire.

7. Lightning streaking across the sky and thunder rumbling. Sparklers, booming fireworks, hearty laughter. The sound of drums, bright lights in a dance club, and the fizz of soda. High speed adrenaline, excited yelling, boundless energy. Curious, bright eyes, an infectious smile. A heroic sacrifice, determination, and a reliable friend. The taste of sour candy, bright electric blue, and geometric tattoos. Warm summer nights filled with fireflies, and the scent of a burnt match.

Let’s see if you can guess which one goes to which trooper! I’ll say all but two are from the same battalion. Good luck, and I hope you enjoy these little drabbles.

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05. LURK ༄moodboard

life has a tendency to throw things your way when you least expect it, when you’re content, and the ominous presence knows exactly how to steer your existence back into the darkness.

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pairing — drug lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader

genre/rating — R | angst, fluff, smut, love triangle au

word count — 9.8K

warnings/tags — single parent!reader, ceo!taehyung, dad!jk, pharmacy tech!reader, ex-boyfriend!jk, past hoseok x reader, strong language, tae & jk’s fits, huge pool partay, alcohol consumption, flirting oop, it’s fluffy asf, passive aggressiveness, jealousy, possessive tae & jk, pride, lots of feelings, overthinking, panic attack, mentions of injury, mentions of guns & blood, explicit smut — dom!taehyung, quickie?, dirty talk, degradation/praise, oral (m), throat fucking, cum eating, hair pulling, biting/scratching, foot riding, edging

note: there is a time skip !! junho’s birthday is early May & part 04 took place in March - anyways I hope my readers enjoy this part (it’s the fluffiest) also i think it’d be good to read/re-read the drabble (fast forward) bc there’s some ~parallels~

“Are you excited?”

Junho fits his pointer finger into his cheek, wobbling as you try to fix his tie.

“Hold still,” you chide, gripping his shoulder so he wouldn’t bounce away from your struggling hands. “Are you excited, smiley?”

“Mhm, I can’t wait to see Sihyun again. I never see him for ages!”

Loosening the knot a bit, you set the maroon fabric against his belly and begin tucking his shirt into his cream pants, hoping you won’t spoil his mood with your next words.

“Smiley…Sihyun’s mother didn’t really get back to me. I’m not sure if he’ll be here today, but you’re gonna have so much fun with your new friends, right?!”

His smile sags a bit, the tips of his shoes knocking into one another, “I wish he would come.”

You coo, pulling him to your chest, “I know baby.”

“Hey! You’re matching the couch mama!”

Tilting your head to the side slightly, you giggle, knowing that you wouldn’t have noticed it yourself because you are in fact blending in with the beige couch. You grab the baseball cap Junho had picked out, hesitating before you place it on his head. Bam, Jungkook’s Doberman, waits patiently for Junho, ears perking when you call for him.

“Are you sure you want to wear this? You don’t wanna change into your swimming trunks now? Since we’re—”

“No!” He shrieks, poking his head between your hands, “dad and I are matching today. I’m only gonna swim later!”

You sigh, lowering the cap onto his tiny head of hair, “okay. There.”

His cheeks puff out with a smile, hands kept at his sides as he awaits your countless compliments.

“You look—”

“Handsome.”

Your head snaps up in the direction of the voice. Jungkook glides down the staircase, wearing a replica of your son’s outfit. Junho rushes into his arms as if he didn’t spend the night here, more than amused by the fact that he and his father are dressed the exact same. Even if you’re a bit peeved by the idea, you can’t help but find it rather cute. Especially when they’re both sporting the same bunny smile.

Jungkook’s gaze flits to you, and you find your spine going taut, smile falling.

“Dad isn’t mama matching the couch? You and I are matching and she and the couch are matching,” he laughs, waddling his way onto your lap.

Jungkook stands on the other side of the oblong coffee table, a streak of sunlight hitting the dimple in his cheek. You clear your throat, rising to your feet as you set Junho on the ground, fixing his cap to occupy yourself.

“I told Smiley he should just change into his swimming trunks now, instead of having to change again later.”

Jungkook’s head cocks to the side, fiddling with his sleeves, “no we have to welcome our guests in style. Isn’t that right, Junho?”

Junho nods furiously, rocking on his heels, “yes. Show them how the Jeons do it.”

Your eyes widen with awe, hearing Jungkook’s chuckle behind you, “Smiley?”

Junho, although a little bashful, grins proudly, repeating his words as if you didn’t hear him clear enough the first time. Of course, he’s just parroting Jungkook’s words, but you don’t find it any less amusing.

“Hey, uhm,” Jungkook takes a step toward you, thrusting his tattooed hand in your direction, “can you fold it for me?”

“Oh, okay.”

Fighting off your surprise, you try not to scratch his warm skin with your freshly manicured nails, jaw tight as you feel his stare on your face.

“How many kids will be here? Just Junho’s friends from school?”

“Uhm yeah…around eight-nine. Not sure if Sihyun and his mother will show.”

You pat his hand to indicate that you’re done, a habit you had formed over the years with Junho around. He lifts his other arm, the other sinking into his pocket.

“And your friends?”

Your eyebrows furrow, shooting him a quizzical look, “hm?”

“I said you could bring who you want. Are any of your friends gonna come?”

“Oh, yeah just…you know, Yoongi and Yuri, if that counts,” you chuckle flatly, hesitating with your next words, “erm Hoseok, yeah.”

If he feels any way about you inviting Hoseok over, to his house, he doesn’t show it.

“Anyone else?”

Your mouth quirks to the side, smoothing your fingers over the neat fold you made, “not really.”

“What ab—”

You roll your eyes, “of course he’s coming, why would you even ask?”

His arm falls from your hold, a shrug accompanying his words, “I dunno. I mean, I had to ask.”

“Well,” you begin, brushing Junho’s fringe away from his face, “I did plan this entire thing, we’re just having it here because Smiley insisted.”

“Nah,” Jungkook tsks, scratching behind his ear, “you didn’t plan the entire thing. You just handled the boring parts.”

You scoff, ready to spit your own insults before you catch the teasing grin on his face, anger simmering away.

Clearing your throat, you step around Jungkook to grab your phone, shooting Taehyung a quick text. He shuffles around you to sit on the ottoman near the entryway, busy on his own phone before you call for his attention.

“If you stay out of his way,” you begin, voice stern, “he’ll stay out of yours.”

Junho opens his mouth to answer, but the click-clack of heels upstairs catches your attention. Sora sashays to Jungkook after struggling to walk down the stairs in her neon pink heels. Your jaw drops when you catch what she’s wearing. Bikini-clad figure bending down to kiss Junho on his forehead, his cheeks caught between her fingers.

Jungkook’s chest deflates with a sigh, and even if he tries to keep his voice low, arms snug around her shoulders, he does a poor job at whispering.

“Why don’t you put something else on, hmm?”

“But—I thought it’s a pool party.”

“It is,” he begins, nose buried in her hair.

“Then I can wear this. What you expect me to dress like her?”

“No, no. I didn’t say that.” She shoves him away, clearly mad at him and you sense that he’s even angrier. You decide to step onto the patio, pulling Junho with you, knowing that it’s rude to eavesdrop. Even if you were – just a moment ago.

Excitement builds when you take note of the number of cars that wait to enter through the gates – one in particular has your heart skipping a beat.  

“Smiley, wait here, okay?”

“Okay.”

Stopping yourself from breaking into a run, you watch as the guard directs Taehyung into the parking space, waiting to the side before he steps out, gaze finding yours immediately. He stalks in your direction, tongue wetting his bottom lip as he pulls off his sunglasses, gaze raking up and down your figure. Joy bubbles in your chest, wanting nothing more than to press your lips to his.

Whistling lowly, he places his hands on your hips, voice that same husky baritone that has the pit of your stomach tightening.

“Hello.”

“Hi,” you giggle, suddenly shy under his praise.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers, nose tracing your jaw before it presses into the shell of your ear, “I missed you.”

“Hm,” you sigh, arms winding around his shoulders, “missed you too. Sorry I couldn’t talk much yesterday.”

He pulls away slightly, long fingers sliding down your cheek, “it’s alright.”

Before you melt on the spot – the warm weather having nothing to do with it – you step back to admire his outfit, chuckling when you point to his shorts.

He holds up his hands defensively, “it’s a pool party, right?”

“Yeah,” you snort, hand falling to his chest, “you should see what Junho is wearing.”

Eyes skating across the yard behind you, he slots his hand into yours, thumb caressing your knuckles.

“How’s your ex doing? No outrageous demands from him yet?”

Chuckling, you reach up to fix the chain around his neck, knowing that just as you warned Jungkook – you would need to warn Taehyung as well. Because the two of them enjoy getting the other riled up. They make it too easy.

Taehyung clicks his tongue after hearing your warning, arm falling over your shoulders, “yeah, yeah. I know.”

“I’m serious, Taehyung. I want Smiley’s birthday to go smoothly.”

You watch his lips form a pout as he nods, the hand near your shoulder twisting a lock of hair, “yeah.”

Steering Taehyung along the pathway, the two of you make your way to the terrace where the noise grows, more and more guests adding to the commotion. A few of which you don’t recognize.

He peeks over his shoulder to his car, “where is smiley? I’ll give him his gift later on.”

A familiar squeal of your name behind you forces you to break out Taehyung’s hold and rush toward her, squeezing her small frame in a tight hug.

“Yuri!”

“Man,” Taehyung says from behind you, words directed to your best friend’s grumpy husband, “she wasn’t even that excited to see me.”

“And they saw each other yesterday,” Yoongi adds, annoyance lacing his tone.

“Shut up okay? I only saw her for like a split second because you needed to go home,” you tease, seeing Yoongi struggle with the large box in hand, wrapped in cyan foil. “There’s a table for gifts near the barbecue area, you can leave it there.”

Yoongi huffs, while you’re fussing over the dress Yuri finally settled on, knowing how indecisive she could be.

“Good to see you again,” Yuri smiles at Taehyung, following you further into the garden, “so what’s the plans for today?”

“Well,” you begin, listing off each activity on your fingers, “first, we’re gonna have some mingling time, then get the kids to the pool – they have the indoor pool, we’re outside – after that, we serve lunch, but there will be snacks available before that, then a small clown show for the kids, Taehyung’s brother Seokjin sponsored the bounce house, that reminds me—” you turn to Taehyung “—is your brother coming today?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung answers, although a little uncertain, “he’ll stop by a bit later. Also, a friend of mine might come along, is that fine?”

“Of course. It was so kind of him, you know how much kids love stuff like that. And erm…oh yeah, we cut the cake etcetera, then the guests can present the gifts, that’s all. But the adults’ activities carry on till the evening.”

“Oooh,” she smirks, “you sure Junho’s birthday party wasn’t just an excuse for you to throw one for yourself at Jungkook’s place?”

Taehyung slides an arm around your waist, poking into your conversation, “hey, I offered to have it at my house, but Junho wanted it here.”

“Yeah,” you confirm, “I mean, it’s his first birthday with his dad around so…”

Yuri’s eyes soften, “yeah. He deserves to have it the way he wants. Where is he anyway?”

You shield your eyes from the sun as you step around the corner to the pool area, spotting Jungkook and Junho stand in a similar posture. Jungkook chats to one of the other dad’s while Junho hands Jaehyun a balloon. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face.

“There.”

Yuri sniggers, “oh my God. Each time I see him I’m shocked at how much Junho looks like his dad. It’s crazy.”

“Let’s greet them.”

Taehyung and Yuri climb up the stairs to wear Junho stands, crouching in front of him before he accepts their hugs and kisses. You watch from afar with a sombre smile on your face.

“He’s growing up too fast.”

You startle, hand placed on your chest as Yoongi stands next to you, a similar smile on his face.

“Yeah.”

“Fuck, I couldn’t tell the difference between him and Jungkook,” he chuckles, gesturing with his drink, “whose idea was it to wear matching outfits?”

You break out of your daydream, “uh I have no idea.”

Yuri returns with two drinks in hand, holding one in your direction. You peek into the cup, then crane your neck to look into Yoongi’s.

“This is for the kids,” you giggle, “there’s more inside.”

“It’s good,” Yoongi compliments, smacking his lips, “who made it?”

“Me,” you grin, “it’s a passionfruit mix.”

“It is tasty, you’ll have to give me the recipe,” Yuri asks with a threatening finger raised, slotting herself between you and Yoongi.

Your eyes are set on Taehyung and Junho, Jungkook’s watchful gaze boring into the top of his head before their eyes meet, exchanging a small greeting as Taehyung saunters to the refreshments table. You exhale a breath of relief.

“Good to see they’re acting civil.”

You scoff, cup held to your lips, “only because I gave them both a warning.”

Yoongi dips his head to press a kiss to Yuri’s temple, “I’ll be back.”

“Okay. Where’s Seojoon? I haven’t seen him yet.”

Finishing the rest of your drink, you deposit the cup into the trashcan nearby, “didn’t invite him.”

Her round eyes widen, “what? Why?”

You shrug, arms folded, “he’s been acting weird lately,”

“Hm,” she raises an eyebrow, “he’s been acting weird, or you don’t need him anymore? Smiley liked him a lot.”

“No,” you sigh, ignoring the guilt nagging at the back of your mind, “it’s not like that. He just…every time he comes over…I just get this uncomfortable feeling and it doesn’t help that he’s being so touchy lately!”

“Oh no.”

“Yeah,” you exclaim with a shudder, “I don’t know why…but—"

“Hey,” Yuri calls, placing a hand on your shoulder, “it’s alright babes. Let’s get some more of this delicious punch.”

You snort, letting her pull you toward the refreshments table. You spot Taehyung talking to a tall man who you recognize as—

“Namjoon?”

“Oh,” the tall man offers a dimpled smile, gripping his own cup of passionfruit punch, “how are you?”

“Good,” you smile, gaze flitting to Taehyung who’s scanning the snack table, “what about you?”

“Good.”

You wouldn’t call it awkward – but the silence feels so, knowing that Namjoon is aware of what a mess your life is, when he could be considered a stranger.

“So, uh,” he clears his throat, voice dropping, “how’s co-parenting going?”

Throwing your head back with laughter, you catch the playful smile he’s wearing, eyes crinkling with mirth.

“I mean—” he goes on, taking a sip of his drink “—it could be considered a serious question.”

You shake your head, holding up the charcuterie board to him, “guess so. Going well…I think.”

He plucks a grape, head swivelling in Jungkook’s direction, “and Junho’s dad? I thought he might strangle me during our last session.”

Your gaze travels to Jungkook who’s tying up the balloons Junho hands him. His eyes meet yours and you swallow, turning to Namjoon.

“Nah, it might seem like that, but we appreciate your help with Junho. How’s he doing in school?”

“You only ask because you know I never have complaints,” he cackles, taking another swig of his drink.

“Of course,” you jest, throwing him a wink.

“Well,” he begins, tone turning serious, “I’m glad things are working out for you two. You have no idea how happy Junho is to have both his parents around. It’s all he talks about.”

A lump forms in your throat, “yeah?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon nods, reaching for your shoulder, “I won’t be able to stay for too long. I already gave Junho his gift. Was good seeing you again.”

“You too.”

If you didn’t have your cup to hold onto, you would’ve been trembling, knees ready to give out. You want nothing more in life than for Junho to be happy, and it’s not like you haven’t noticed a change in him either. Perhaps you didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but ever since Jungkook came around, he’s been buzzing with energy, his smiles brighter. That’s all you ever wanted. And you’d do anything to hear his laughter, even if it meant sacrificing your own happiness.

“Hey, uh,” Jungkook jogs toward you, pointing to the group of kids who cluster near Junho, “I’m gonna take the kids inside now. Or do you wanna do it and I’ll take care of everyone on the yard?”

“Uh,” you shrug, “anything.”

His eyebrows knit together, “you sure?”

“Yeah.”

He scratches the back of his head, “you take them inside. I think Junho would like that.”

“Okay.” You turn to Taehyung, gesturing for him to follow you.

“Mama!”

“Hi guys! It’s so nice to finally meet all Junho’s friends,” you titter, crouching in front of them so you can pinch each of their cheeks. “Why don’t you guys tell me your names and then we can go inside to the pool? Yeah?”

They cheer, nearly toppling you over with how they rush toward you and fight to say their names first. You try to remember them all as best as you can, pausing in your step when you see Taehyung lift one of the girls into his arms. The sight has your heart stammering in your chest.

“Okay guys, Junho take my hand. Follow me!”

Junho tugs at the hem of your dress, eyes filled with worry, “mama I need to change quickly.”

“It’s okay, I left your swimming trunks out near the pool.”

He nods, chubby cheeks bouncing with his steps. The girl in Taehyung’s arms keeps her twinkling eyes on his face and he doesn’t seem the slightest bit bothered by it.

“Are you Junho’s dad?” You hear her ask, the question catching you off guard.

“I’m—"

“Junho said he has two dads,” she informs, the cutest little pout to her lips. You await Taehyung’s response, but he turns to you, clearly taken aback by her statement.

“If Junho says he has two dads,” you shrug, “then I guess he does.”

Junho leaps away from you, “see! I told you!”

“Aw,” she marvels, now clutching Taehyung’s jaw, “that’s so cool. I only have one dad and he doesn’t like to buy me cotton candy.”

You push the sliding door open, light reflecting off the shallow water dancing across their faces, “well, we got cotton candy here today especially for you.”

Her eyes light up, but soon her attention falls behind you, wriggling out of Taehyung’s arms. You follow the other kids as they scatter around the pool.

“Be careful guys! Junho let’s get you dressed,” your voice echoes in the brightly lit space. Junho gave you a tour of his father’s house a few weeks ago, but the beauty inside this room steals your breath away like it’s the first time. Floor to ceiling windows giving you a picturesque view of Jungkook’s garden. Taehyung seems equally as shocked, hurriedly unzipping his jacket.

“What? Tae? You’re gonna swim too?”

He beams, “obviously, I have to keep an eye on the kids.”

“Bu—” All your complaints fade away when he shrugs off his jacket, black vest accentuating his toned body. He tosses his jacket on the charcoal grey sunbed behind him, clapping to get everyone’s attention.

You don’t have time to ogle his fine body because Junho is tugging you out of the capacious room, rushing to get changed.

“Mama I’m sorry you can’t swim.”

You’re sitting on the couch, helping him into his shorts, “it’s okay, Smiley.”

“I’m gonna teach you how to swim today.”

You giggle, “will you? But I didn’t bring any swimming clothes today.”

He looks at you as if facing a real dilemma, “aw man.”

“It’s okay,” you wink, tying the strings on his shorts, “next time.”

“You can dip your feet today!”

“Alright. Go on, your friends are waiting for you.”

He scurries away, nearly tripping on his feet as he mutters to himself animatedly. You’re busy stuffing his clothes into the overnight bag you packed when you sense movement behind you. Sora sits with her legs crossed on the couch, phone held above her face, away from the ruckus. You can’t help but notice that she’s not wearing her ring today, maybe she decided not to wear it, so it doesn’t get lost when she’s swimming?

She doesn’t notice your presence, but you hesitate before leaving, wondering if you should take this opportunity to get to know her better. You decide against it, remembering how your efforts went unappreciated the last time.

When you return to the pools, all you can hear is splashing and giggling, Taehyung’s hearty laughs muffling all the other sounds once you’re inside the room. He bounces the girl in and out of the water on his shoulders, taking her deeper before leaping back up.

“My turn next!”

“No mine!”

“Get in line!”

“Let’s give the birthday boy a chance,” Taehyung pants, holding his arms out for Junho who swims over to him, a shy smile on his face.

Taehyung throws a boastful grin at you, keeping Junho’s arms around his shoulders as he repeats his actions from earlier, receiving all sorts of reactions from the kids. You place your hands on your knees, speaking over the noise as you bend over the silver railing.

“Are you fine with staying with them for a bit? I’m gonna get more snacks and come back.”

He nods, hand running down his face to wipe away the water that Junho had just splashed on him, “yeah! I’m gonna get you for that—”

Chuckling, you can’t help but stop at the doorway as you watch them interact. Your heart brims with joy, seeing how comfortable Junho had gotten with Taehyung over the weeks that had passed. Taehyung, a little cocky, had admitted that he knows how to win a child’s heart, although kids like him naturally, and you had witnessed it for yourself today.

You’re a little surprised to see the number of guests that fill up the once deserted space, chatter filling the air alongside the warm zephyr. But there are only a few faces you recognize. Two men standing on the other side of the lawn, donned in brown jackets has you pausing. Their mouths move continuously, snapping away from each other when they catch you staring. Ignoring the frightful twist in your gut, you manoeuvre through the crowd to find Yoongi and Yuri, relieved.

“Oh thank God, who are all these pe—”

A guy wearing a leather jacket, boots crossed over one another as he leans against the fence behind Yoongi has the words dying on your tongue. He tips his head back as he finishes his drink, and even if the cup conceals half his face, you’d recognize that jaw anywhere.

“Hoseok,” you breathe, feet rooted to the spot.

He lowers the cup, crumpled in his hand before tossing it onto the table, surging forward to accept your bone-crushing hug. Your body has a mind of its own, face pressing into his neck as your eyes slip shut. Only when you feel his arms loosen around your shoulders, do you think to pull away, nose nearly brushing the collar of his jacket.

“How have you been?”

Exhaling a shuddering sigh, you cling onto the lapels of his jacket, “okay…and y-you?”

You can’t help the soft gasp that tumbles from your lips when he fits his finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“I haven’t seen you for nearly three years and you won’t even look at me?”

“I—”

Yoongi clears his throat, causing Hoseok to take a step back, heart-shaped smile easing your nerves. He smooths a hand over his head to push back his hair, yet it still collapses onto his forehead, making you smile. Realizing that not much has changed.

His eyes search the crowd behind you, “where’s my Spiderman?”

You wave a hand dismissively, “he’s over his Spiderman phase.”

Hoseok’s eyes widen, “really? What is he into these days?”

Yoongi pats Hoseok’s shoulder, “cars.”

“Cars? Dammit, my gift is this huge Lego Spiderman set. The lady at the store said that’s what the kids want these days.”

“It’s alright,” you chuckle, moving around to fill a few paper plates with snacks, “I’m sure Junho would love it anyway. He’s gonna be so happy to see you.”

“Jung Hoseok.”

Without lifting your head, you can sense Jungkook’s venomous gaze by his walk alone, bumping your shoulder as he thrusts his hand in Hoseok’s direction.

Hoseok’s lips remain in a terse line, “Jeon Jungkook.”

“Good to see you here. Came for Junho or his mother?”

“Jungkook,” you warn, only realizing that you grabbed his hand when his gaze drops to the point of contact. You move away, a tingling sensation coursing through your fingers.

Hoseok, unaffected by his comment, stands toe to toe with him, levelling his stare with his chin tipped up, “I could ask you the same question.”

“Yoongi,” you whisper-shout, heart thundering in your chest, “do something!”

Yuri nudges Yoongi, sharing your concern. But before Yoongi can intervene, Jungkook turns to you, voice cloyingly sweet when he says your name, “we need to fetch the cake.”

Puzzled, you search for a response, “what? Right now?”

“Mhm,” he looks to his clunky watch, “they said it’ll be ready by 1PM.”

“Oh uh, okay.” You turn to Yuri, handing her the heavy plates of food, “can you take this inside to the kids? And tell Taehyung that I’ll be back in a bit.”

She nods, lingering near you as if she doesn’t want to leave you alone with the seething men. You rush inside to fetch your purse and coat, seeing Jungkook wait diligently on the terrace.

Jungkook nods, hand held out in the direction of the driveway, “we’ll take my car.”

Your forehead creases, stopping short of the garden path, “why can’t I go alone?”

“Because,” he begins, reaching into his pocket to produce his car keys, “I have to pay for the cake and you need to sign for it because you placed the order.”

“I can pay for it myself,” you sneer, annoyance heightening especially with the condescending tone he’s suddenly using.

“I know that,” he laughs, retracting his statement, “I didn’t mean it like that, I want to do it. Since you bought all the food, the least I could do is buy the cake, right? Yoongi watch things for me!” He shouts over his shoulder, holding the passenger side door open for you.

Thanking him weakly, you hop in, and once inside, you’re hit by a familiar scent, one that has a million and one memories rushing into your mind. Even if Jungkook didn’t have this fancy car at the time – you’re swarmed by a wave of emotions.

“I like it when you’re out with me.”

“I’m always out with you.”

“Are you trying to kill us?”

“I wouldn’t mind if I die with you like this.”

“I’ll be back soon.”

“You’re my strong girl.”

“Hello?”

A hand on your shoulder brings you back to reality – a situation you never thought you’d be in ever again. Next to Jungkook.

“Are you okay? Did you drink too much?”

“No!” You shout, a little louder than expected, “no. I mean, can we just get the cake? The guests are waiting.”

He chuckles, low and raspy, “whatever you say.”

Slotting the key in, he starts up the engine, revving until you turn to look at him. Goofy smile on his face. Even goofier with the cap he’s wearing.

“I’m not Junho,” you remind, fist tucked under your chin, “that doesn’t impress me.”

“Okay, but this might.”

He speeds off onto the road, uncaring of the way your nearly bounce off the leather seat with each turn he takes.

“Jungkook—”

“Put on your seatbelt.”

You were too distracted by the smell in his car to even remember to put your seatbelt on, and you’re always scolding Junho for it. You’re aware that the patisserie isn’t too far from his house, yet the ride feels longer than it actually is, clutching the edge of the seat with white knuckles while he hollers and whoops. He rolls down his window a bit, causing your hair to fly into your face, snatching your breath away.

“Good?”

“WHAT?”

“Are you good?”

Your eyes burn with the wind, hair in a bird’s nest once he comes to a stop, “are you fucking kidding me?”

“I thought you—”

“What?”

“Are you trying to kill me, Jungkook? Fucking hell,” you groan, unclicking your seatbelt then stepping out of the car.

Just as you’re about to take the few steps inside the bakery, he grabs your wrist, doe eyes softened, “I wasn’t trying to kill you.”

You laugh, breaking out of his hold, keeping your voice light, “you sure? That’s…what? The second time now?”

He draws his lower lip between his teeth, “I just thought that—never mind.”

If you were to look closely, you’d see a flash of pain behind his dark eyes. You can’t handle the tender way he’s looking at you, the way your heart clenches in your chest once your eyes meet again. Turning on your heel, you march into the store, straight to the front counter to distract yourself from loud thumping of your heart, unwilling to succumb to the familiarity of his presence, the warmth that seems to glaze your heart bit by bit each time he would do something as simple as glance at you.

Because you remember that you were charmed by it before, only to be fooled. And you refuse to let it happen again. You cannot.

Jungkook’s forced to drive under 40mph because you’re holding the cake in your lap to prevent the icing from getting smudged, which means it takes you longer to return to the party, compelled to endure his presence for a little longer than you’d like. You’ve trained yourself to focus on the scent of your own perfume, an attempt at keeping any and all forms of nostalgia from influencing your emotions.

“Do you think he’ll like it?”

“What?”

He turns to you for a second, pointing to the large cake box in your hands, “the cake.”

“Oh, of course,” you tut, “I’m the one who picked it.”

You’re awaiting his snarky comment, but receive none, just his laugh as he turns into the driveway. Tattooed hand gripping the steering wheel.

“Think you can manage?”

“Yeah.”

He gestures to your feet, “with those boots?”

“Yes, Jungkook.”

He walks alongside you, “you can leave it in the fridge in the meantime. Lunch will be ready in a bit.”

“Ok—shit.”

“Hey—” he steadies the box in your hands, fingers pressed to the small of your back once you find your footing “—be careful.”

“I’m alright,” you mutter a little embarrassed. But even if you repeat your words multiple times, his hand stays pressed to your lower back and it’s as if you had just discovered all the nerves that collate in that very spot, muddling up your thoughts all the way to the kitchen until he finally lets you go.

“Mr. Jeon, they’re waiting for you.”

Over your shoulder, you see the two men from earlier sitting in the dimly lit dining area, along with three other unfamiliar faces. You glance at Jungkook who’s busy on his phone, nodding to the burly man you remember as Mr. Kang, Jungkook’s assistant. From your place at the refrigerator, you have a clear view of Jungkook greeting each of them in the dining room, all their hats kept low over their eyes.

Unfortunately, you can’t hear what they’re discussing, but from the way they’re all bundled close together, Jungkook’s eyebrows pinched in concentration, you can tell that they want to keep it between themselves. And then you see it – the tattoo on one of the guy’s necks.

The refrigerator beeps thrice – alerting them of your presence.

“You okay there? Hwang help her out.”

“I’m good! Thanks,” you call, keeping the fear out of your voice as you sprint outside.

Jungkook shouts to your retreating figure, “lunch is being served now! I’ll be out in a bit.”

And then you’re thrusted into the crowd for the second time today, a sea of unfamiliar faces surrounding you, mumbling short greetings to whoever steps in your way before you finally break through and spot Yuri sitting at the table with the rest of the kids and their parents, chowing down a hotdog.

“Uh, Yoongi, Yuri, can I talk to you?” You say a little out of breath, gesturing for them to follow you behind the barbecue area.

You prop your hands on your hips, chest undulating, “I think—"

Yuri pats Yoongi’s shirt with a tissue, scolding him under her breath, “he got tangerine juice all over his shirt. You’re like a big baby.”

“I’m your big baby.”

“Aw.”

“Guys!”

“Yeah?” They say in unison, oblivious to the minor panic attack you’re having.

“I think that Jungkook—”

Yuri places a hand on your cheek, “what’s wrong?”

Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose, “here she goes again.”

“Shut up.”

You place your hand over hers, shaking your head with a short chuckle, “I could be overthinking, but I think—”

“You’re probably overthinking.”

Yuri gives Yoongi and admonitory glare, he seems unrattled.

“I don’t know anyone here. Most of the people here. Who are they? And then the guys inside? They could be Yang’s guys! What the fuck are they doing here?”

Yoongi takes a step forward, speaking through gritted teeth, “keep your voice down. What makes you think that?”

“The the—tattoo and the—”

Yoongi throws his arms up with exasperation while Yuri whispers words of comfort that do nothing to quell your panic.

“What did you expect?” Yoongi laughs dryly, “this is Jungkook’s house. You think he’s gonna stop his business for a day? See, this is what she does. Makes poor decisions then cries about it.”

Your mouth falls open, “I am not crying!”

“Well, you look like you’re about to!”

“What’s going on?” Hoseok emerges from behind the wall, putting out his cigarette with the tip of his shoe.

Yuri rolls her eyes, “they’re bickering, as usual.”

“Nothing,” you snap, hoping Yoongi catches up to speed, “nothing Hoseok. Don’t worry.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi affirms, plastering on a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, “nothing of concern.”

He hums, scanning your face with narrowed eyes before taking Yoongi’s seat at the table, spooning mashed potatoes onto a clean plate. Both you and Yoongi know that Hoseok will turn this place upside down at any given chance.

“Look—” You follow Yuri’s gaze to the garden path across you, seeing all five men make their way to a grey SUV “—they’re leaving. You have nothing to worry about, okay?”

“Where’s Junho? And Taehyung? I don’t see them anywhere.”

“They’re still at the pool,” Yoongi informs, busy on his phone.

“I tried bringing him out to have lunch, but Smiley said he’s waiting for you,” she recalls, hand sliding up and down your arm.

“Okay, I’ll go get them. We still need to cut the cake.”

You pass Sora on your way to the pools, still sulking from her spot on the couch. As you’re nearing the sliding door, you hide behind the towel rack when you hear voices, seeing Taehyung place a hand on Junho’s back as he floats above the water. Taehyung’s vest hangs off the railing, back glistening when it catches the light.

“Keep your arms straight,” he instructs, pushing Junho’s hands closer, “that’s it.”

“You should be my swimming instructor,” Junho giggles, twisting around to fit his arms around Taehyung’s neck, bobbing in the water, “but you said you wanted to be a race car driver.”

“I did,” Taehyung admits, gaze hidden by the dark lighting.

“Why didn’t you? Why did you become a businessman?”

Taehyung pinches Junho’s flushed cheek, his deep chuckle prompting one of your own, although hidden.

“You’re so cute…Well, my dad…he…he was kind of like your dad.”

“Really? My dad was your dad?”

“No!” Taehyung cackles, swirling in the water, “I mean, your dad and my dad were similar. They weren’t around much.”

“But my dad is here now,” Junho objects, tiny ripples forming around his body compared to Taehyung’s.

You listen closely, hoping for more bits of information from Taehyung.

“That’s true. But my dad, he wasn’t there all the time, and he wasn’t as kind as yours. He didn’t want me to be a race car driver, that’s why I couldn’t.”

“Oh,” Junho says with a dejected slump to his shoulders, perking up a few seconds after, “but you still have lots of cars!”

“I do!”

“So you can be a race car driver.”

Taehyung sticks out his bottom lip in contemplation, “hmm maybe.”

“Hey, guys,” you announce, revealing yourself from behind the rack with two towels of varying sizes in hand, “time to come out. Otherwise, you’ll miss the clown show.”

“Mama! We were waiting for you for so long! You said you were gonna dip your feet. Come on.”

“Junh—”

“It’s his birthday,” Taehyung reminds, feigning a didactic tone, “you have to listen to the birthday boy.”

You narrow your eyes at Taehyung, he winks, gesturing for you to sit at the edge.

“Please!”

“Fine!”

Tossing the towels behind you, you lower to the edge with a hand on the railing and dip your big toe in, hissing at the temperature.

“It’s so cold!”

Junho chuckles with Taehyung, mimicking your squeals, “it will get warm! Just do it.”

Easing both your legs in till just below your knees, you get used to the temperature, kicking your feet in the water.

“Doesn’t it feel nice? Look, my fingers are old! Even his!”

You place your hands on either side of your thighs, gripping the lip of the pool, “that’s because you were in here for too long. Aren’t you guys hungry?”

“I am,” Taehyung admits, scrunching his nose when he turns to Junho, “what about you Smiley?”

“I am starving!”

Both you and Taehyung snigger, the sweet melody of his boyish laugh tinkering around you before you lock eyes. The corner of his mouth quirks into a smile.

“Hey Smiley?”

“Hm?”

“Remember our plan from earlier?”

Junho’s eyebrows furrow before they raise, a mischievous grin puffing out his cheeks.

“I remember.”

“What plan?”

The two of them glide toward you, eyes dancing. You raise your legs from the pool, ready to run away before it’s too late. One, huge splash of water wets the side of your dress. Junho continues splashing onto your face before you jump up to your feet, holding up your hands as a weak defence.

“Stop! I’m gonna get you guys for that!”

They high-five, too proud of themselves before Taehyung pushes him onto the tiled area, grabbing the towel you kick toward him.

“Junho, here, change and go outside before the clown show starts.” You wring out your hair, shivering slightly, “I need to change.”

Taehyung presses his although wet, warm chest into your back, fingers grasping your elbows, “let’s go change into dry clothes. I’ll help you.”

Junho rubs the towel into his hair, sprinting around the corner before stopping to step into his sandals. Once he’s out of sight, Taehyung fits a hand under your legs, lifting you off the ground bridal style.

Your hands wrap around his neck like second nature, inhaling his thick, heady scent, amplified after his swim. His wet hair hangs over his eyes. Your core clenches with need.

“Where to?”

“Junho’s room, upstairs.”

He nips at your earlobe, kicking the door open before dropping you onto the bed. Just as he is about to close the door, Bam squeezes in. You collapse in a fit of giggles, holding your stomach.

“Go,” Taehyung orders, pointing to the door.

Bam sits at the foot of the bed, unfazed by the tantrum Taehyung is throwing.

“Come on,” he claps, “GO!”

“Bam,” you chortle, “go on. Go find Junho.”

Taehyung sighs, having given up when he crawls between your legs, covering your mouth with his. Your fingers curl around his biceps, pushing him away slightly.

“I can’t.” You laugh, pointing at Bam who’s watching Taehyung place kisses down the column of your throat, suckling on the skin there to have you squirming. “Bam, go. Go on! Wait Tae.”

After successfully getting rid of Bam, you sit at the edge of the bed, peeling your wet clothing off your body. Taehyung palms himself through his shorts, rising from the mattress which forces you to step down, knowing what he wants by the gleam in his eyes alone.

He cups your chin, cooing at your obsequious manner of pulling out his half-hard cock from his wet shorts, stroking it till he’s fully hard and leaking all over your fist.

“That’s it,” he grits, “just like that.”

You roll your palm around his shaft, shifting uncomfortably with the throb in your core. He grips your hair in his hands, forcing you to halt all movements before he presses the weeping tip to your lips, hissing when your tongue flicks out in a kittenish lick.

“Don’t tease—fuck.” You watch the way he throws his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing under his tanned skin before his head lolls forward, fingers twisting in your hair.

“So good, shit, so pretty with your mouth wrapped around my cock.”

You moan around his length, tongue dragging up the underside before you suckle around the tip, hearing him curse. Your scalp prickles with how hard he tugs at your hair, positioning you the way he likes.

Relaxing your throat, your hands fall to your thighs as you prepare yourself for the ruthless snaps of his hips, tears prickling your eyes when the tip of his cock fits down your throat, nose pressing into his pubic bone.

“Look at you, letting me use your throat like this when anyone could walk in and see what a slut you are.”

You hum, hollowing out your cheeks as he fucks your throat raw, jaw going tired, slick pooling in your underwear. The thick veins running across his shaft twitch in your mouth, sweat beading across his chest and forehead when you swallow around him twice, patting his thigh for a breath of air.

He pulls you off his length, chuckling when your thighs slip wider and your heat makes contact with his foot.

“Taehyung,” you sigh, moaning when he flexes his foot against your clothed, puffy clit. Even if the friction is not enough, you rock your hips like it’ll give you what you need, heat unfurling in your abdomen.

“What?” He grunts, lifting your head with his hold on your hair, “can’t take my cock today? Open up.”

Drawing in a deep breath, you take him into the warm confines of your mouth, a mix of spit and precum dribbling down your chin and chest as you continue to grind on his foot, moans muffled by his cock that presses into your cheeks.

His taste bursts onto your tongue, blunt nails pressing into your thighs just as your pierces the backs of his thighs, chasing your orgasm, eyes wide open to watch the way his stomach trembles, lip caught between his teeth.

“Fuck, gonna—fuck so damn pretty. Taking my cock like a good girl. Keep doing that baby. Keep your tongue out. Fuuuuck.”

The next few seconds are painful for your jaw, tears ruining your mascara when he flexes his hips at an inhumane speed, cock lodged into your throat before he shoots his load into your mouth. Shuddering out your name as you suck and slurp, moaning with him.

You gulp down every last drop, hips lowering to get more out of the little relief his foot provides.

“Fuck, let’s see.”

He pats your chin with his thumb, prying your mouth open. You stick out your tongue, showing him that you swallowed it all. He pulls you to your feet, attacking your mouth with his hands travelling under your dress, a sound of disapproval rumbling from his chest when he finds that you’re wearing tights underneath.

You suckle on his tongue, mewling when he spanks your ass, long fingers spreading your cheeks apart.

“We should get back.”

“What?”

He grins, lips skimming down your cheek, “we’ll finish up here later. Plus, do you remember what you did yesterday? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”

Of course, you still need to get used to what he likes, and what he doesn’t, because apparently, sending him sexy pictures when you miss him isn’t what he wants. And it only ends poorly for you.

“Yeah.”

“Good,” he smiles, thumb smoothing over your cheek, “let’s get you cleaned up.”

It seems like everything you heard today was against your will. But that doesn’t stop you from waiting behind the door to hear what Jungkook and Sora are arguing about this time – even if you don’t care.

“I’d like to see how you handle things without me. I’m leaving.”

“Wait.”

“I’m tired of you wasting money on all this bullshit, money that we both earned.”

“Sora—”

She storms out, making a show of carting her luggage with Hwang following close behind, struggling to keep up with her.

Jungkook rubs his temple, patting Bam’s back before spinning around. It’s too late for you to hide because he spots you, features morphing into indifference.

“Uh…trouble in paradise.” It’s supposed to be a question, a dumb one, but it comes out as more of a statement.

His eyes drop to his phone screen, voice lowering to a whisper yet you still hear him as you brave a few steps closer.

“Hardly a paradise…you changed your outfit?”

“Yeah, it got wet…when I was at the pool…with water.”

“With water or,” he raises his head, eyebrow piercing glinting with the movement, “something else?”

“What?”

He swivels in the direction of the door, calling for Bam to follow him, “let’s cut the cake.”

Once you step outside, thankful that you had decided to wear your coat when the chilly breeze that kisses your neck, Taehyung drags you to the other side of the yard where his brother stands, monitoring the kids in the bounce house.

“Hi,” you greet, waving at the kids who are having a blast leaping around in the colorful space, “thank you so much for this, Seokjin.”

He smiles, leaning against the inflatable, “not a problem.”

Taehyung redirects your attention to the man standing nearby, a man you don’t recognize until he’s only a foot away. Your jaw goes tight, goosebumps prickling your skin.

“This is my friend I was talking about, Park Jimin.”

He bows, thrusting a box wrapped poorly in red paper, “nice to meet you. I brought this gift for your son, although I’m not too sure if he likes walkie talkies.”

You can’t move an inch, flashbacks from one of the most terrifying nights of your life resurface the longer you stare at him.

“You…We met before,” you bark, turning to Taehyung as you will the tears sitting on your lash line not to fall, “this is your friend?”

His smile sinks into a frown, reaching forward to grip your arm but you pull away, passing the blond man, who has been haunting you every night after you thought you were going to die at his hands, one last look.

Taehyung calls your name, cornering you behind the swing set, “let me explain.”

“Explain what? That guy—he’s the one from that night. Do you know that?”

He purses his lips, dipping his head to peer into your eyes but you keep your gaze on the ground, not ready to hear his answer.

“I know that but he—”

“You know? How could he be your friend? He’s the guy that’s been stalking me for months. Or longer, I don’t know! And he’s your friend? How could—” realization hits you like a ton of bricks, chest tightening “—unless you knew all along.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen, shaking his head furiously, “no, no it’s not like that.”

“For weeks I was afraid to even step out of my home because of him and now he’s here at my son’s party as your friend? The guy I’m dating?!”

His palms curl around your shoulders but you shrug him off, ignoring the pang in your chest.

“Can you just listen to me? Park Jimin is not who you think he is. I tracked him down after that night and he agreed to helping me out.”

“Help you out with what?”

He takes a step back, eyes bouncing over your face before he looks away, “I can’t tell you just yet.”

Your throat works wildly, arms rigid at your sides, “Taehyung—”

“Can you just trust me?”

“I don’t know. You thought to bring him here to my son’s birthday party?” You grit, covering your hands with your sleeves, “I need some time to think.”

Taehyung nods, “okay, I understand.”

“Tell him to leave, right now.”

With a small nod, he returns to Seokjin and the blond guy, Park Jimin, broad shoulders slumped. The cogs in your brain are jammed, nudging into each other as they spark and hiss. You hug your arms, biting the corner of your mouth to prevent yourself from bawling your eyes out for everyone to witness.

“Trouble in paradise?”

You twist around with a gasp, hand brushing Jungkook’s tie that folds over his shoulder.

He laughs, proffering the bowl of caramel popcorn. On a regular day, you would inhale the treats in under five minutes, but today is not a regular day, and the sight along with the smell makes your stomach curl in on itself.

“It’s time for the gifts then we cut the cake,” he reminds, dusting his hands as he strolls away to where Junho is seated at the large table stocked with gifts.

The first gift he opens is from Seokjin – a toy rifle. You nearly throw up in your mouth.

It’s been nearly an hour since Junho started opening gifts, and they don’t seem to be stopping anytime soon. Some guests had even left during it all. But alas, the fun must come to an end and the last gift Junho needs to open is from Taehyung. A box that could fit both you and Junho sat on a trolley.

You chew on your bottom lip, watching Junho tug at the string, each side of the box falls open to reveal a mini BMW i8 – one that looks exactly like his.

The air is filled with oohs and aahs, Junho’s shrieks of happiness adding to their delight as he hops into Taehyung’s lap, surprising you when he kisses his cheek.

“Thank you so much! I love it! Can I sit in it? I wanted it so bad! Thank you!”

“Of cour—”

“Junho,” Jungkook calls from his place next to you, “why don’t you try it out later? There’s still my gift.”

Taehyung rises to his full height, a look of guilt meeting your own before he returns to his seat behind you. You look away, ignoring the dull ache in your chest.

“Okay everyone,” Jungkook shouts, making a show of propping his foot on the chair, “follow me to the front yard!”

The noise starts once again, moving in a disorderly fashion. Yuri links her arm with yours, nudging your shoulder with her head.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…I’ll tell you later.”

Her words are cut off by a whipping sound a few streets away, getting louder and louder until a shiny, yellow car rolls into the driveway, illuminated by the golden hour. A bright red bow sits on the hood. It’s gorgeous.

“OH MY—DAD! IT’S A LAMBORGHINI URUS.”

“And it’s all yours!”

Your jaw drops, shaking your head in disbelief before you make your way to Jungkook, catching his sleeve between your nails.

“Jungkook, this isn’t an appropriate gift for a child.”

“I know,” he admits, greeting the man that steps out of the car, sunglasses fitted into his dark hair. You watch as the man hands the key to Jungkook, leaning forward to whisper in his ear.

Too focused on what he’s saying, you don’t notice that your son is missing until he calls from inside the car, pressing on the horn.

“Junho!”

You dash toward him, words dying on your tongue once you take in the interior of the car.

“Isn’t it cool? It’s all mine!”

“Junho,” you scold, taking both his hands in yours, “you can’t drive.”

“That’s why—” Jungkook pats your shoulder, reaching for your hand before holding it palm up “—it’s yours.”

Your eyes bug out of your head, “mine?!”

Junho fiddles with the buttons in the car, voice louder than you’ve ever heard before, “YESSS.”

Jungkook leans forward to whisper in your ear, breath wafting over your face, “sexy car for a sexy mom.”

You’re at a loss for words, cheeks warming at his words. Did you hear right? He’s messing with you.

What the fuck?

You stare at the heavy car key in your hand, having forgotten that you’re surrounded by a crowd of people only when they burst into cheers around you. The kids approach the car like ants, Yoongi pats Jungkook on his back, wearing a proud, shy smile.

“Your dad is so cool!”

“Is it your car?”

“Can we go for a ride?”

Baffled, your eyes remain on your palm till you return to the pool area, finding Taehyung’s hollow smile, stare fixed on Jungkook.

“Congratulations.”

The rest of the evening is a drag, unable to finish your beer that has gone warm in your hands. Hoseok left, along with the rest of the guests, so it’s just you, Yuri, Yoongi, Jungkook and Taehyung who sit on the patio. Junho doesn’t count because he had passed out on Jungkook’s lap a while ago. The affable conversation taking place in  front of you leaves you astonished, but you shouldn’t have jinxed it.

“I have connections all over Japan, Jeon, what are you trying to prove?”

You’ve tried to keep your distance from Taehyung, but somehow you find yourself curling into his side. Must be the weather.

“What are you trying to prove? My new warehouse will be up and running before June this year.”

You perk up at that, glancing at Yoongi, “new warehouse? Yoongi, did you know about this?”

He shakes his head, lips jutting out.

Jungkook scoffs, head tilted loftily, “why don’t we all go down to visit? And I’ll show you what I’m talking about.”

Yuri groans, nuzzling into Yoongi’s neck, “all this business talk is making my head spin. It’s the weekend! Can I catch a break?”

Yoongi hums, “I think we’re gonna head home.”

“No,” Jungkook objects, rising from the bench with Junho still latched around his shoulders, “just come with me to the warehouse. Ten minutes max.”

It doesn’t take much persuasion, much to Yuri’s dismay. She falls into your arms, giving you a weak farewell hug.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Yoongi holds up a finger, “tomorrow, 8AM.”

You whine, “really? 9AM please.”

“No.”

“Argh.”

Side-stepping around the pit, you take a sleeping Junho from Jungkook’s hands, giggling when he breathes out a few drowsy words.

“He’s knocked out.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook snorts, securing his arms over your shoulders, “he was too excited to sleep last night.”

“I’ll uh—”

Jungkook adjusts the cap on his head, clearing the bench of sweet wrappings, “yeah, tomorrow. Kim Taehyung you’re coming to the warehouse now, right? I’ll give Yoongi the directions and you can follow him.”

“Alright.”

Taehyung helps you to the car, your old car, ensuring that Junho is buckled up. You’re ready to take off when he knocks on your window, bending down to mumble a short greeting.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

You sigh, “of course, we have a lot to discuss.”

He nods, hitting the window frame with the heel of his palm before stepping away. You know he won’t question it.

As you’re settling into the tub, you can feel the tension in your shoulders ebb away with each passing moment, warm water swirling around your toes, attempting to clear your head. But even the sensuous aroma of lavender can’t fill the holes in your thoughts, and you find yourself refilling the tub each time the water turns cold. Till you can’t anymore. You don’t know how long you spent in the bath. But the number of missed calls you have gives you an idea.

Twenty-six missed calls from Yuri.

You fit on your favorite pajamas, the supple material adds to your relaxation time as you flop down on the couch and give her a ring. But she doesn’t answer. You try again and again. Each time it goes straight to voicemail.

That’s odd.

Usually, she would pick up straight away.

Three knocks on your door catches your attention, phone kept against your ear as you press down the handle.

“Jungkook? What are y—”

Your eyes widen with horror, the red stain on the front of his baby blue shirt causing the phone to slip from your hands.

“Wh—”

He pushes you back inside, shutting the door behind him, eyes brimming with tears, “it’s not mine.”

“What then—”

“Yoongi.”

Blood drains from your face, fingers going cold before your vision becomes blurry, “Yoongi? W-What do you mean? Is he okay? Yuri she she—”

“Calm down,” he tries, but his brittle voice only adds to your panic. “Yoongi is in the ER now. He’ll be fine.”

“Jungkook,” you cry, pointing to the bloody stain marring his clothing, “is he—what happened?”

“He…was shot.”

Tears drip down your chin, knees giving out before Jungkook catches you in his arms, setting your trembling figure on the couch.

“H-How? Why? Is he okay?”

You ball the front of his shirt in your fists, “what did you do?!”

He glances down the hallway, easing his shirt out of your hands, “calm down. Relax.”

“Don’t tell me to relax! What did you do to him? Get away from me!”

“It wasn’t me,” he shouts, holding up his arms placatingly, “I swear! ___ relax, breathe. Do you want some water? He’ll be okay.”

“I don’t want water—” you stutter, lungs tightening as you clutch your chest, finding it difficult to steady your breaths.

“Hey, hey,” he coddles your frail body into your arms, chin propped on the crown of your head, “it’s okay. It’s okay.”

Your eyes slip shut, nails pressing into his shoulder as you try to regain control of your breathing – only one face bringing you peace. One voice.

“Hush, I’m right here. You’re a strong gir—…woman. Aren’t you?”

You exhale a deep, stuttered breath, finding comfort in the way he’s rocking you back and forth. Once you find your voice, a fresh wave of tears wet your cheeks, voice cracked.

“What happened? Is he gonna be okay?”

Jungkook nods, palm cradling the back of your head, “yeah.”

“How did it happen, Jungkook? Last I remember…he was at your warehouse.”

He keeps his gaze on your lap, nose crinkling.

“You’d have to ask Kim Taehyung.”

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Sweet Blossoms

Summary: After meeting the sweetest florist, things don't go as well as you hoped. Fortunately, life has a way of sorting out things that are meant to be.

Part 2 for Soft Blooms. Be sure to read that drabble first! ♡

Pairing: Florist!ari x reader

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Based off of this ask, and shout out to @treatbuckywkisses for the lovely moodboard 😘

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Ari was up bright and early the next morning, ready to see the beautiful baker in her little shop. He had tentatively typed out a text message to send you after he got back to his store, but then he figured seeing you in person was the better choice. 

He spent a little extra time getting ready, and even took some time to make sure his beard was in the best state. Ari had a crush and he knew it. Normally, he wouldn’t put as much effort into his appearance before seeing a girl; his life was busy and dating wasn’t really a priority. But after meeting you, he sure wanted that to change. 

The bell above your door jingled as he stepped within the threshold. The smell of warm vanilla and chocolate hit him immediately, and he just knew he could get used to that. Ari wanted to get used to a lot of things when it came to you – especially that stunning smile, although he had a feeling he’d never tire of it. 

There was a morning rush, so he got in line and peered around, trying to catch a glimpse of you. The cashier was a young girl, and he had hoped that you would come out soon enough. 

When it was finally his turn to order at the register, he still had yet to see you. 

“Um, is Y/N here?” he asked the girl whose name tag read Kamala.

She smiled, “Unfortunately, she’s not in today, she called out last minute. Can I get you something?” 

Ari swallowed the lump in his throat, you said you would be there. He couldn’t be upset though, he knew very well how easily things could come up and derail his days. He sighed before asking for a half dozen boston cream cupcakes. 

After heading back to his flower shop, he twiddled with the thought of texting you something about how good of a baker you were. He and his employees loved your cupcakes, but he didn’t want to come on too strong. He knew you were busy so he decided that he would try to see you again the following day. 

But when he walked into your store during his lunch hour the next day, he was dismayed to see Kamala there again. He kindly asked about you once more, only to hear that he had just missed you by ten minutes. Kamala knew better than to volunteer your whereabouts to the giant man, but she made a mental note to tell you about his visits and questions. 

Ari grumbled out his order and headed back to his shop with another half dozen cupcakes in hand. He thought this was a sign, that despite that lovely first interaction perhaps it wasn’t meant to be. He decided not to text you and tell you about his multiple visits, he didn’t want to come off like a weirdo. 

Although, the memory of your sweetness remained with him. 

When you got back to your bakery at the end of the lunch hour, Kamala looked raring to tell you something. 

“Y/N, the hottest man came in to see you! Very rogue Captain America-esque. He asked about you, and he was here yesterday too. He bought cupcakes but it looked like he really came to see you,” she rambled excitedly.

You smiled to yourself, you knew exactly who she was referring to. 

“That would be Ari,” you bit your lip to suppress a smile. “Shoot, it’s too bad I missed him. I wish I had his number to text him, but hopefully he’ll come in tomorrow,” you murmured more to yourself. 

Unfortunately, he did not come in the following day, or the one after that. You knew that he had your number, but you couldn’t fathom why he didn’t use it. 

You figured he got busy, but before you knew it a week had passed, and not once did you get a text or another visit to your bakery. It wasn’t his fault, you knew that. You weren’t there when you said you would be, and he even went so far as to try another day. 

The missed connections were mainly on you, but the bigger issue was that you had no way to reach him. The red dahlias from Ari were still flourishing in their vase, taunting you, reminding you that you had to see him again. 

So you made a decision, you were going to go see him at his flower shop. 

He told you that his shop was nearby, but unfortunately, so were three others. You knew venturing out to all of them was a little bit crazy, nevertheless you were a little crazy too so you decided to go for it. 

After stopping by each shop the following day without the sight of that handsome blue-eyed man, you begrudgingly accepted your fate – that endearing initial interaction was just that, a nice moment that wasn’t meant to become anything more. 

Weeks passed by in a blur, and sure enough the memory of the charming florist slowly faded along with them. Although, you’d be lying if you said that at times the door bell’s jingle didn’t have your eyes darting towards it in hope – but it was never who you wanted it to be. 

Following a particularly busy day, you found your pastries completely sold out. Kamala was out and couldn’t cover for you while you baked, so instead of scrambling, you decided to close up early.

However, work was always on your mind and you decided to swing by the local farmer’s market before heading home to see if you could find a few new fruits to incorporate into some seasonal cupcakes. 

The weather had cooled down a bit as you strolled through the colorful stalls. Local vendors from all over the area had their fresh vegetables, fruits, and goods out for everyone to peruse and purchase. After grabbing some mangoes and berries that you knew you could whip up into something delicious, you started to venture towards the plant stalls. 

Your ever growing succulent collection could always use another addition, so you took in the numerous options; some appearing spiky, others multicolored and precious. And while your eyes glossed over the beautiful variety of choices, you missed the stormy-blue ones that delightfully watched you take in his floral arrangements.

Ari contentedly stroked his beard as he took you in – even without the adorable pink apron you were still so cute. Ari realized this had to be a sign. Crossing paths with you once was sheer luck, but now it felt like divine intervention was making it glaringly obvious that he had to do something. 

After a little contemplation, you decided on a little Echeveria Aphrodite plant. But before you could look for the vendor to pay for it, you felt a towering presence enter your periphery. You turned to find Ari watching you closely, a small smile playing on his lips as he looked down at you. 

Your eyes locked, and you could feel the energy as it bounced between you two. And even though your brain remembered that things didn’t seem to work out with him, your hammering heart believed perhaps this was your second chance. 

“Hi, Ari,” you smiled shyly. 

“Hi, Y/N. Did you find something you like?” he asked casually.

Of course, he remembered you, but that didn’t mean that this was anything more than a business transaction to him.

You cleared your throat, "Um, yeah I did. I’d love to buy this,” you tilted the plant in your hand. “How much is it?”

“Hmm, c’mere let me see,” he smirked, stepping closer and reaching out to grab it from your hands. Your fingers brushed briefly, and whatever energy you felt before zapped you through that little touch. 

You bit your lip in anticipation, waiting for him to speak, trying to suppress the surge of emotions that you were feeling internally. You used your best efforts to not let your eyes wander over his ruggedly gorgeous features and those shoulders in that chambray shirt that he filled out so well. He looked strong and –

“I’m really sorry,” Ari paused, meeting your gaze again. You quickly shook your head, hoping that he couldn’t read your thoughts. “This one is awfully expensive,” he shrugged playfully, unaware of where your mind was.

You could tell he was messing with you. “Oh yeah, what’s it cost?” 

He shrugged, “Dinner with me tonight.” 

Your eyes widened a bit, “Tonight?”

Ari nodded, “WelI, I can’t run the risk of losing you again… I mean not that you’re mine to lose, I just mean –”

“Where?” you asked to cut off his adorable rambling. This all took a turn you were not expecting.

Running a hand through his hair, he smiled back at you. “I’ll make a reservation and text you within the hour with the details?”

You quirked an eyebrow, “Oh, so do you have my number?” you teased. 

Ari blushed under your gaze, he knew he should’ve used it. He shouldn’t have let his insecurities about being cringy or overbearing after his visits to your bakery get in the way. 

“I do, and now you have mine too,” he tilted the plant to show you his shop’s insignia and contact information on the bottom before handing it to you. “I’ll be done here very soon, does Mediterranean food sound good?” 

You smiled softly, “Sounds perfect. I’m gonna head back to my bakery to drop off my produce. And thank you for the little plant, Ari.” 

“Of course, see you in a bit.” 

As you walked away you looked down at the cute succulent, thinking about how happy you were to have a plant to take the place of the dahlias that you had to throw away. 

You were even happier because you knew this one would last a whole lot longer. 

┈┈┈┈┈・・

As you were putting away your fruits, an idea popped into your head. You swiftly preheated your oven and prepped the materials you needed. 

Your phone buzzed on the prep table as you mixed the frosting. 

An unknown number sent you a text asking if you were still at your bakery, and another text after that clarified that it was Ari. 

Y/N: Hey Ari, yes I’m still here. 

You quickly saved his number and added his name to your phone. 

Ari: Perfect, can I pick you up in about half an hour from there? The restaurant is casual so no need to change your attire. 

Y/N: Sure, that sounds great. 

That gave you just enough time to freshen up and finish your task. 

Exactly thirty minutes later the bell above your door jingled, and you looked up from your counter to see the florist you had been hoping to see in your bakery for weeks now. 

“Hi again,” you beamed as your heart raced at the sight of him. 

“Hi,” he smiled brightly, hoping that you couldn’t hear the erratic beating of his heart. “Ready to go?” 

“Yes,” you grabbed your purse and the little pastry box you packed for him. 

He furrowed his brow when you handed him the box as you led him out of your bakery. He chuckled when you told him that he would have to wait until after dinner. After you locked up and hopped into his truck you watched as he carefully set down the box in his cup holder for safe keeping. 

Ari drove off with a blissful smile on his face, and you gleefully looked out the window, looking forward to the future that you had with him. Given the way your paths were brought back together, you had no doubt that it would be a bright time ahead. 

After dinner the two of you would share the sweetest kiss, and once Ari got back home he’d open the little pastry box to see an adorable Aphrodite succulent cupcake that you piped perfectly for him. 

He knew he had it bad, but he didn’t know that he could fall so much deeper that quickly. 

He snapped a picture before texting you. 

Ari: I had the best time tonight, dahlia. I’ll be seeing you tomorrow morning, and if you’re not there then I’ll be sure to try again later. Thank you for the company and the darling cupcake. 

Heat rose to your cheeks as you read Ari’s words. You were surprised to hear from him so soon, but grateful that he was so straightforward with you. 

Y/N: Thank you for dinner, it was incredible. I can’t wait to see you then. <3

You fell asleep that night with the biggest smile on your face, and the following morning you made sure you were there right on time to see him, with a cupcake and a kiss to start the day off right.

[flurrys-creativity]

NCT Masterlist

Smiley Catalogue:

🥰 = Fluff 😁 = Slice of life 🤪 = Humour 🧜‍♀️ = Fantasy

❤ = Romance ⚡ = Angst 💣 = Sensitive themes (death, etc.)

🦄 = Hybrid 🥵 = Smut 😏 = Suggestive

Last update: August 2024

NCT 127:

nothing so far

WayV:

nothing so far

Taeyong:

One shots:

- Lighthouse keeper ❤⚡🥰 WIP

Taeyong’s family got cursed to send every first born of the family to the lighthouse as the new keeper once they turned of age. So when it was Taeyong’s turn to leave, you couldn’t just stay behind and wait for the next winter for him to visit again. Though deciding to go against a curse could start a storm.

Miscellaneous:

- 09.27am 😁🥰🤪❤

Just another normal evening at your shared apartment. With a little red.

Johnny:

Series:

- Suffering Bastard (Trilogy) ⚡❤💣🥰🤪😁

Dying Bastard (Second Part); Dead Bastard (Third Part)

Moodboard

Part of the Tipsy Drabbles. Johnny goes to the military as the war continues and meets someone unexpected. Never in his life would he have expected to follow orders but for you he would run to the end of the world.

One shots:

- Photograph 😁🥰❤🤪

Moodboard

Part of the Around the World in 31 Days event. Johnny loved photography. He loved how the light could change a scene so easily. But he really loved taking photos of you. Even though you hated that fact and pictures of you in general.

- Desire 😁🥰🥵

Moodboard

After a long day of work Johnny comes home to your shared apartment, finding you half dressed on the bed. He grins and gets you out of your clothes, feeling the need to tease you - and do even more once you’re awake again.

- Selcouth 😁🥰⚡🤪🥵

Moodboard

Johnny was your best friend and neighbour. You’ve known him for years and sometimes you even caught yourself having a slight crush on him. But when you join the bachlorette party of a friend at a strip club and see Johnny on stage, you realize you don’t know him as well as you thought. You also couldn’t ignore your small crush on him anymore.

- Cherry Blossoms ⚡💣😁🥰❤

Moodboard

Part of the Beauty in Bloom event. It became a law that nobody was allowed to walk outside after sundown unless they had a special permission. Sadly though you didn’t belong to the group of people to have that permission. Neither did Johnny. And yet he knocked at your window shortly after midnight, wanting to sneak out with you.

- Doctor’s Appointment😁🥰❤⚡

Moodboard

Being a single parent isn’t always easy. Especially not when your kid is sick and you just don’t know what to do. If it weren’t for one very handsome doctor.

- Internecine 🥰🤪💣

Moodboard

A spy was supposed to stay unattached, yet Johnny had to get a family for his mission. When his fake wife called in tears, Johnny immediately rushed to her aid. Though he would never admit his attachment to her. Of course.

Miscellaneous:

- Thirstday 😁❤🥵

Part of the lemon week. Johnny gets quite thirsty after receiving some special photos from you.

Yuta:

One shots:

- Rockstar 🥵⚡🥰

You had worked your butt off to get somewhere as a reporter. So when you got offered to interview the famous rockstar Yuta, you immediately agreed, excited to meet someone like him. 

Kun:

nothing so far

Doyoung:

nothing so far

Ten:

One shots:

- Ramé (based on) 🤪🤪🧜‍♀️💣

Halloween Special (part of the unbeleafable bingo.) 🤪🤪🥰😏❤🧜‍♀️

Moodboard

Never in your whole life would you have guessed to become best friends with a djinn. Never in your whole life would you have guessed how chaotic that would be. Now constantly between your normal life and changing wishes that were not meant to be fulfilled, you have to be aware of your every word as well.

- Devotion 🧜‍♀️🥵💣

Part of my 666 milestone collab. You saw it - no - him. Every night in your dreams. You saw him, spoke with him, touched him. He seemed to know exactly what was happening while you stumbled through the dark. Yet you were drawn to him. Enough to fulfill any request that spilled from his lips.

Jaehyun:

One shots:

- Rivals in Crime 😁💣⚡🥵 WIP

Moodboard

Part of the Born to Sin Collab. Everything went well and in order in your district until you caught some unknown drug dealers lurking around the corners of your casinos. You didn’t even have to ask them for their boss, knowing only one man would be this brazen. He always tried overpowering you. Maybe it was time to send him a declaration of war.

WinWin:

nothing so far

Jungwoo:

nothing so far

Mark:

One shots:

- An Odd Pair 🦄🥰♥️

Moodboard

Part of the SuperM-net fic exchange event. You knew Mark ever since you both met at university. You two even stayed close as both of you started working at the same company. So sharing a bed during your first company wasn't a big deal, right?

Miscellaneous:

- Cereals (drabble) 😁🥰

Moodboard

Going grocery shopping in a new supermarket was a challenge and stored more than just the ingredients you needed. You would have never expected this outcome of your short trip at the end of the day.

Xiaojun:

nothing so far

Hendery:

Miscellaneous:

- Sexday Night Version (drabble) 🥵🧜‍♀️

Part of the lemon week. You wanted to create a golem for one reason and you simply hoped it would fulfil your desire.

Haechan:

nothing so far

Yangyang:

One shots:

- Sea cruise 🧜‍♀️🥰💣

You successfully avoided conversations with the high society and ended sitting on the deck of the yacht. As you relished in your loneliness you noticed something or rather someone in the water.

[raibebe]

Drabble event! Congratulations on 1.5k followers!! Can I request for Jaemin + back + 8:30

[08:30]

“Jaem, come back to bed,” you grumbled, still half asleep, nuzzling your face into the warm spot on the pillow where Jaemin has laid just minutes prior. “One of us actually has classes to attend to,” he argued, swinging his legs over the edge of your bed, “I’ll use your shower.” “Fresh towels are under the sink.” “I know baby,” Jaemin chuckled, his naked feet making funny noises on your floor.

When the noise of the shower running filled your apartment, you finally opened your eyes and stretched your sore body. Your room was a mess. And that was all Jaemin’s fault, his clothes scattered all over the place.

Lost in thoughts about last night, you didn’t hear the shower shut off until Jaemin reentered your room, a towel slung low around his hips. His chest was littered with dark bruises not unlike your own was and you would lie if you said you weren’t a little proud of them. “Where the hell did my shirt end up?” He questioned, turning around to search for it. That was when you saw it: thin red lines all over his back.

“Jaem, your back,” you gasped, sitting up to reach out for him. “Not going to lie, it was a lot hotter last night than it was under the shower just now,” he grinned, “I like having a little reminder of how good I made you feel.” “Don’t say it like that,” you mumbled, heat rushing to your face. “I don’t mind a little pain,” Jaemin purred, kneeling back on the bed to take your face between his palms before he pressed a tender kiss to your lips, taking his time to kiss you boneless.

“But I do need my shirt back baby.” “Come and get it,” you giggled which earned you a low growl from him. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, kitten.”

Thank you anon! Why are all my Jaemin moodboards black and white? 

[danniburgh]

Rushingly Bittersweet, the series index

moodboard by me

Main Masterlist // Playlist for the main story // ao3 // ko-fi

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: After the fall of Escobar everything starts happening way too fast for Javier; his raise, his new office, his new team, the Cali cartel's operation, the sudden arrival of a new agent that was transferred to his team for no apparent reason, the way he was falling in love with her almost unintentionally.

And he couldn't seem to stop any of that.

The story:

Word count for the main story: +94k

Part 1: the meeting

Part 2: the struggle

Part 3: the warning  

Part 4: the realization

Part 5: the raid                          

Part 6: the handbrush

Part 7: the question                    

Part 8: the kiss

Part 9: the rush                           

Part 10: the trip

Part 11: the dayoff                     

Part 12: the union

Part 13: the backstory               

Part 14: the shitshow

Part 15: the finding                    

Part 16: the reality

Part 17: the rescue                                 

Part 18: the recognition

Part 19: the confession                                 

Part 20: the truth

Part 21: the decision              

Part 22: the aftershock

Part 23: the letter                           

Part 24: the pillowtalk

Part 25: the beginning

After RushBit:

Past Grievances and Turning Points

(P.1) (P.2) (P.3)

Summary: Javier and you have a road trip ahead; you take the time to tell him what else he needed to know about you.

Clashing Times

Unexpected Meal

Awkward Encounters

Tertulia Familiar

The One you Call Home

Moonlit Room

Formalities and Introductions:

Summary: It's mother's day and you get to meet Javier's mom. (2k words)

Part 25 goes here in the timeline.

Breakfast for two

Mamá’s inheritance

Chocolate y Nuez

Children's Game:

Summary: Javi and you go to the county fair... that's basically it. (1.9k words)

Bull's eye!

The Little Goddess of Love

...

Extras:

Javier’s views of the War on Drugs, as a mexican-american.

Javier in the aftermath of his first kill on the job.

The Letter; from part 23.

Carlos; from part 24.

Drabble: eating each other.

Drabble: Hunger

Drabble: "starry eyes sparking up my darkest nights"

[ruki--mukami]

discrete. (Either drabble or starter is fine! Rustic! Kinda reminded me of the pics I used for that moodboard—🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️✨)

⚠️ NSFW BELOW: 18+ ⚠️

“Oi, watch where your feet are going, Mystic.”

The two of them have been sitting across each other at a moderately sized table, not too elongated yet close enough for the Founder to extend the tip of his shoe towards Ruki’s calf under the wooden enclosure, much to his irritation during such an engrossing read. Whether it was on accident or pure mischief, the Vampire cared little for his intentions and instead lowered the book, retaliating with a nudge of his own leg towards Mystic. Unaware of the impacted area, his eyes widened a bit at the First Blood’s unexpectedly charming reaction. Through his pants he could feel a bulge, albeit slight, upon contact. From there Ruki wondered if memories from their most recent encounters in which he indulged in Mystic’s sweet blood had him anticipating more. So much so that he even grew aroused at the thought. Or perhaps an even worse alternative: his mind wandered to someone else. Either way, both possibilities provoked the Vampire immensely. 

“Hm… Somehow I get the feeling you’re reminiscing on some rather indecent exchanges between us,” he swiftly teleported to the seat adjacent to the other, instead of sitting across. “Not that I mind, of course, but you shouldn’t let your thoughts wander as you draw.”

Seizing Mystic by the wrist so rapidly that he dropped the piece of charcoal in his hand, the Vampire inclined toward his shoulder, fangs bared and burying themselves in the sweet adipose. However, unlike their usual meetings, surprisingly he exerted less force than before. Indeed, the bites still maintained a hint of brutality with each burrow of the sharp appendages, but nothing too torturous. 

“Mmm… Mystic… Don’t hide it from me,” he crooned, “you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

The clothed erection he prodded with the tip of his foot earlier now met with Ruki’s curious hand, checking for any changes with a tantalizingly slow palm along the outline of his pants. Without warning, he unzipped the other’s fly, then slung any undergarments out of the way and to the side, exposing a sprung, hard member in full view. A delighted smirk rose on Ruki’s visage as he began stroking in tandem with his tender, uncharacteristically merciful bites, fangs playing at the surface rather than submerging in a pool of coppery crimson at every opportunity. 

“Haah… You taste unbelievably delectable,” Ruki moaned against the Founder’s flesh, accelerating the pace of his pumps. “So, you tend to get like this when I bite you, is that right…? Well, I have something to share with you that you might like.” 

Lowering the wrist he had restrained in his large, slender hands, the Vampire introduced Mystic to his own clothed erection, engorged from the rush of ambrosia cascading down his throat. Freeing it from the confines of his denims, Ruki rubbed their members together and watched his firm grasp rise and descend along both shafts, letting out a series of stifled albeit euphonious grunts and groans that broke the silence of his otherwise silent study.

“I suppose that makes us even then.”