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[neteyamslovrr]

KXANI - pt4

summary: you have never fit in with the scientists, but on the night jake was lost in the forest so were you. staying with the people was your one true dream, yet when you are anything but welcome and jake get's to experience the people. you find yourself seeking comfort in tsu'tey

contents: 2.4k words, fem!avatar reader angst, lots of angst, reader is upset, tsu'tey is stupid, grace redemption arc, avatar 2009, tsu'tey not being as ooc LMAO

authors note: sorry it took so long y'all, ya girl has been working her ass off trying not to fail, also soz in advance for the angst. and if ur tag didn't work L idk how to fix that (i love u all) tara i see u🧍‍♀️

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Jake woke from his link ready to harass you with a million questions. As the link pod opened he was already sitting up.

“Y/N! Are you going to explain why Tsu’tey was about to slit my throat cause of you?” Jake was wide-eyed and furious. He hopped himself back into his wheelchair so he could speak to you without yelling across the shuttle.

“What? What do you mean?” You were beyond confused. Tsu’tey did what? For you?

“He came up to me yelling about some shit! That I disrespected you and that I’d be better dead! Had his knife at me and everything!” Grace had walked into the commotion immediately taking action between you two yelling colleagues.

“Woah, woah, woah. Ok calm down before we lose another scientist.” She put her hands between the space between you and made space between the two of you.

“I didn’t tell Tsu’tey to do that! I have no idea why he acted like that.” Anxiety was cursing through your body as you switched between the fuming Jake and the confused Grace. Why did Tsu’tey do this? Was it to spite you? To get a rise out of Jake?

“You obviously told him something!” He exclaimed throwing his arms in the air. Grace looked at you for confirmation, but you were persistently shaking your head.

“No. No! I just talked about being a scientist. That’s all.” Jake scoffed at you as Grace’s features grew even more concerned.

“Oh yeah, because the life of a scientist is totally enough to be THREATENED BY A WARRIOR. For fuck sake Y/N!” You were cowering from the man below you, you wanted to escape desperately, his fierce glares and Grace’s pained ones were all too much.

“Enough. We have research to log. Hurry up. Go!” Grace pulled Jake’s chair away as she stared at you to walk away from Jake. And that’s exactly what you did.

Rushing to the bunk bed you shared with Norm you climbed up and planted harshly onto the rough sheets. Curling yourself up into a ball, you tried to slow down your fast breathing as thoughts were rapidly entering your mind. You had to ask Tsu’tey.

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Rushing through Hometree you couldn’t find him anywhere. You had rummaged through ever crevice of the tree and you were left empty-handed.

Why would Tsu’tey do this? You understood he hated Jake, but you thought he’d at least be understanding. So why was he so adamant on ‘a dead Jakesully, is a good Jakesully.’ You had to understand his actions, you had to.

Your fast pace and concentrated look made the people give you a mountain of odd looks. You were growing frustrated, why was he nowhere to be seen?

Not being aware of your surroundings you ran headfirst into a firm body. There Neytiri stood looking down at you slightly as she tilted her head in confusion. “Why are you stomping around like a child?”

“Oh!...I’m looking for Tsu’tey, have you seen him?” Neytiri scanned the room before her eyes went back to you.

“I believe he’s at the river, not in his best mood.” Frowning at her comment, you wondered what had upset him so much.

“Thankyou.” Bowing at her before you started rushing through the forest. You didn’t intend on running there but it just seemed to occur as your breath grew shaky and your heart beat faster.

You had now learnt your way through the forest. The endless vegetation no longer taking you for a loop. Now you knew exactly how to get to the man you demanded answers from.

There he sat at the edge of the riverbed. He was calm, peaceful. He stared up into the sky letting out a relaxed sigh.

Watching silently a seed of the tree of souls landed on his shoulder, he watched as it flew in front of him turning his gaze into the direction of you, a frown growing on his face.

“Why are you here? Go back.” He flicked his hand as his voice rumbled, he sounded angry, it wasn’t like you heard before though, it was directly at you.  

“I need to talk to you. I was looking everywhere” Your breath still shaky as you panted out your words etching closer to him. He grimaced at your state as he contemplated his response.

“You shouldn’t have.” It was sharp and hurtful. He meant to say it like that, but watching the way your relieved expression faltered into a hurt one pained him.

“Well…you shouldn’t have threatened Jake.” You didn’t imagine you would ever step up to the tall man in front of you. But recently you felt as if he was someone you could share your concerns with, even those concerning him.

“Who are you to question my actions demon.” His lanky arms crossed against his toned body as his stature grew taller. His presence becoming more intimidating as his nostrils flared in anger.

“You upset him Tsu’tey! And you upset me.” He faltered at your words, it was a split second your saw guilt in his eyes before it flashed away again. You had never seen him so upset, he was growing more and more irritated by the second. It felt as if you were getting whiplash compared to his affection towards you yesterday.

“Why should I care what a demon feels?” He felt pained, and so did you. His words were growing harsher as was his glare. You started to back away from him, regretting ever opening your mouth.

“Well… I thought that you might of cared about me.” It was a quiet confession. One that as soon as you let it out you wanted to take it back immediately. To Tsu’tey it felt like a blade stabbing him in his heart as it escaped your mouth. His harsh glare faltered once again as he blinked rapidly. He did care. Eywa, he cared so fucking much. That’s why he was doing this. He can’t let his heart overrule his mind.

“And why would I think that? You are a demon. Bringing nothing but destruction and death.” You felt yourself shrinking as you watched him etch closer and closer to you.

“then why did you go after Jake then? If you don’t care about me!” It felt as if your heart was a pane of glass that was smashed against the floor.

He had no excuse for his behaviour towards Jake. He was angry, he was angry at Jake for treating you badly. He took your words and used them as a weapon towards Jake. He was angry because he cared about you.

“Such a demon thing to think the world revolves around you!” His voice was booming, he was seeing red but not with anger, it was his heart bleeding. “Go back. You don’t belong here.”

He saw it on your face. The slow blink to get rid of your tears. The shake in your chest and the way your swallowed any words you might of retaliated back. He saw the way you looked at him with betrayal.

“What was yesterday then?” Your voice cracked as you stared up at the stone faced man.

“A mistake.” Your lips quivered as you sucked your cheeks. He felt that familiar pang, but it wasn’t a pang anymore. It was a thrash.

He watched you turn with such speed that you almost toppled over. He watched you leave as fast as you came. He heard your sobs rack through the forest as you walked further and further away.

Soon they were washed away by the sound of rain pouring down. A sound he would usually cherish as it calmed him. But it no longer felt calming, it was deafening.

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Running back to Hometree you were tear-stricken. Your throat ached and so did your heart. You knew it was rich of you to assume he enjoyed your company, but it felt so nice to be appreciated.

Your disarray brought on the stares of hundreds including Grace’s. While she may have not been the kindest to you and she was aware of that. She was also aware how she underestimated you and dismissed you as your contributions were nothing compared to Jake’s. Yet, this morning she realised just how much she had underestimated you. You had cracked open the shell of Tsu’tey and she respected you for it.

So, when she saw you dishevelled, she couldn’t deny her concern.

“Y/N? What the hell happened?” Her fingers gripped onto your shoulder to bring you back down.

“Nothing. I just…I am alright.” She gave you the look.

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

“NO! No. Please just let me go.” Grace sighed giving you a pat on the back.

“C’mon kid, somethings bothering you.”

“Why would you care? You never did before?” Grace knew this was coming. She knew that she also deserved it.

“You’re crying. That’s why.” You scoffed at her, swatting her hand off you.

“I don’t need your pity. I just wanted your acknowledgement. And…the one person who was giving me that, has decided it was a mistake. So, I’d just appreciate if you don’t make that ‘mistake’ either.”

“Are you talking about Tsu’tey?” Grace was growing more concerned, she didn’t even realise the two of you had developed a special bond.  

“I’ll see you in the lab, Dr. Augustine.” You spat at her, venom dripping off your tongue as you rushed off in the same direction you came, apologising to the people you had barged into in your fit of despair.

What had you done to deserve this? Were you truly unworthy of friendship? Were you imagining all those moments with Tsu’tey. The intimate silences, the small touches, the deep conversations and the concern he had for you. Where had they gone? Did he hit his head the night before?

Or maybe it was just as he said. You were a parasite. Maybe he never felt any of those things, you just took them from him. Was this all that you were? A parasite in a fake body.

But this body was most dear to you. You felt so connected to the people and the nature. What if it was just to Tsu’tey. Had you been greedy? Been like every other sky-person and taken this worlds beauty for your own benefit.

Tears fell as you were consumed by your thoughts. You were so conflicted. How did you belong nowhere? Not with humans, not with Na’vi and not with anyone.

Disrupted from your thoughts you heard two voices in the distance. Rushing to hide up in a tree you saw the bodies of the voices.  

There was Jake and Neytiri, walking close together, talking as they planned there hunt. You watched the way they grazed upon each other. The way they would look at each other so lovingly, sharing giggles and touches. Waves of jealously crashed upon you.  

You watched them both and couldn’t help but imagine it was you and Tsu’tey. That it was you two sharing glances and loving touches.  

Your heart ached as you continued to watch them from afar. Your throat was tight the more they bonded, the more they loved. The ache in your heart was strong, the sting in your eyes was harsh as your fists were clenched.

At one point your feelings overtook you, because you were no longer fixated on the couple in front of you but the quiet words that left Neytiri’s mouth. “A clean kill…you are ready.”  

You watched the two share a look, a look of knowing and a look of accomplishment. You couldn’t help but feel your chest thrash, he was ready?

Jake was becoming Omaticaya while you are being thrown out by the future Olo’eyktan. This wasn’t fair! This wasn’t right! Your mind was foggy, and your heart stung. You had to leave. You couldn’t stay watching him succeeded right in front of you.

Leaving quietly, you returned to Hometree to lay in your hammock. You had enough of this day, it was best if you could just end it now.

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Tsu’tey laid in his hammock wide awake. The ache in his heart hadn’t gone way like he thought it would. He couldn’t love a demon, what would that make him? A traitor to his kind.

But the way you smiled, the way you cheered at the most minute things, the way you continued to love everything about him while he gave you nothing in return. He didn’t deserve the kindness you had bestowed upon him.

He longed for you. He longed to hold you and tell you he was sorry. That he confronted Jake because he was angry for you. That it was never a mistake, he loved every minute with you.

He wanted you so badly that it ached. That his heart felt bruised in your absence. Tsu’tey couldn’t help but think of your soft fingers wrapped around his torso. He couldn’t help but dream of that flight with you. He couldn’t help but mourn that it was the last time he’d ever feel your touch, or feel your love.

It was his own doing. He pushed you away. But he craved your touch and he craved your smile. He craved every single part of you, but he can’t have you.

He can’t feel this way. He is not allowed to feel this way. He has a mate, he has a duty, and he has people to serve. A demon can’t take that from him no matter how much he wanted that demon.

The sobs of your broken heart rung in his ears as he tried to fall asleep, but they didn’t escape him. He just wanted to forget this. Forget you.

He knew that you were hurting. He knew that the sky-people also hurt you just like they hurt him. He knew that he hurt you too.

 He knew that you longed to be a Omaticaya, that you wanted nothing more to be able to provide and be useful.

He could see it in the way you paid attention to every syllable that exited his mouth. It was admirable how much you wanted to provide. He saw himself in you the way you wanted to serve. It made him recoil in on himself.

To be similar to a demon like you. But you weren’t a demon. Eywa, you were a beauty, a kind soul, the purest of spirits. You reminded him of a sacred seed. But you couldn’t be, and you would never be.

You weren’t Navi, you weren’t one of the people. You never could be with the way he wanted you.

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synopsis: after a blow-up fight, it was goodbye to your childhood best friends brother. the three of you had always been close, but after heeseung pushed you both out and ran off to college you had to fight your way back into his life.

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[the-loststone]

Turkish Dramas I Watched In Order of Love to Didn't Love Part 2

Part 1 | Part 2

I promised myself that when I found a show that I like better than Halka, I'd make a new list. Also I was running out of room in my tags for the last list. So please reference Part 1.

Also please be aware that this list has spoilers! So be prepared. I will typically mark when I reveal a spoiler.

Söz

This review is longer than I thought but I have so much to say about this. I have a longer review linked.

So, what can I say about this show. I previously said that Halka was my favorite show and while I still maintain it is an amazing show, Soz has completely knocked it out of the park. I mean, yes, it is a very patriotic show that is obviously military propaganda, but . . . I mean, sign me up for the military!!! This show was amazing. The acting of the main cast was phenomenal. Tolga Saritas moves into my list of favorite actors. His character Yavus is simply the best. I don't know how to describe besides the fact that he has his shit together. You know how many shows (too many) are about lead characters who don't have their shit together, and then there's that side character who acts as a mentor to the lead character because they do have their shit together, even when they are going through drama. Well Yavus is that side character, except the show is about him and he's the male lead. And I am so happy. So happy we have characters who are competent!! Even when he's losing his shit he's doing it competently! I'm just praising the lord that this man has a brain!!! The other characters (the rest of the team and the girls) add so much to the show. They have story lines, I'm interested in their development and growth. The action was staged but I loved it, and most of it was good! Every episode had an action scene in it, and I don't think I was ever bored by it. And that's another point... this is a long show... and I wasn't bored. I'm shocked. Generally I get very tired by a show (especially considering I'm a binge watcher) but nope, I stayed invested. They did storytelling so well. Balancing gravity, humor, victory, and defeat very well. The death scenes (of which there are multiple so don't go thinking plot armor protects everyone) are so important and acted so well. I was literally a puddle.

Some parts, not gonna lie, were a bit confusing. Especially the ending there. But still so worth it!

Anyways, I'm genuinely upset that this show isn't more popular. It was amazing! I love it! I highly recommend it. (Tolga Saritas has joined Serkan Cayoglu as one of my favorite turkish actors). I will say, that I did like season 1 and 2 a bit more, not because of any shipping drama, but because I can't get enough of Tolga in a uniform 😉.

Çukur

I LOVE MAFIA DRAMAS! And this one takes the cake! It was one of the best dramas I have seen. The main character, Yamac, is perfectly characterized by Aras Bulut Iynemli. (I've only seen a couple of his works but after this show, he's moved into my list of favorite actors). He played so well, completely embodies his character, every emotion is so raw and passionate. He's amazing! Yamac is the youngest of a mafia family, who ran away when he was 18 and is forced to return upon the death of his brother and the hospitalization of his father. From there we see his character shine. It is shown how intelligent he is. He went to college, but it's not just mentioned, but shown! He uses his intelligence. HE'S SO SMART! As a chemist and engineer he loves to blow things up and we see that. As the youngest brother, he loves to play with his older brothers and he has a very playful and childish side. We see his kindness and his love. Is he a criminal, yes. But a competent criminal with a heart of gold and the ability to forgive almost anyone and the patience of a saint. But it's not just him; the portrayals of his family members are done amazingly as well. Each relationship is distinct and I just... I love it. I love his relationships with his brothers: from the support, to the betrayals, to the forgiveness. Throughout the series we see their connection and bond. We see the friendships between other characters. Some of my favorites are Medet and Salih, Celansu and Meke, Yamac and Alico, and Kemal and Metin. My other favorite relationship (and this isn't about shipping wars) is Sena and Yamac. They were my favorite couple. And I won't say any spoilers, but just know that she's my favorite and she has such a presence in the show, whether or not she's in the scene.

Throughout the seasons, we also see how all the characters develop. All of the brothers change, especially Yamac who has to deal with the most and is burdened the most. We see him go from a young man who was happy and in love with his wife and just married and completely unburdened, to a man who is crazed, lost half his family in some of the most traumatic ways, burdened by the pressure to protect the rest while dodging bullets flying at him at all sides (and most of the time getting hit), to a man who's holding on to what's left and trying to rebuild.

I love him, and I love this show, and I can't recommend this enough. The show is very much centered around family. The first season is about betrayals, the second about regret and forgiveness, the third is about madness/insanity, and the fourth was about healing (towards the end at least).

The soundtrack of this show goes down as one of my absolute favorite soundtracks. The music is a character in this show. As a musician, Yamac uses it as an entrance, he's very much a showman. And it shows his crazy side. Speaking of crazy sides, this show has some of the best fight scenes ever done. Very well played and acted. Please please please watch! Longer review linked!

Günesin Kizlari

This was so soapy, I have bubbles coming out of my mouth. I kid you not, I love this so much. It was a great show. Not gonna lie, going in, I thought it was going to be light, but I was waaaayyy off. It was heavy! That was some heavy heavy drama. I LOVED IT! Okay, to start I'm going to say Hande and Tolga are everything! They had the best chemistry I've seen them have compared to other shows they're in so far. I need them to act together in something else! Selin and Ali were my favorite couple; I don't know how, but somehow, at some point, they were the most functional compared to the other couples on screen. I was so surprised because these two are ridiculous. But I love them. They had the best relationship, (fun fact, the movie that they were referencing when playing their game is a French movie called "Jeux D'enfant" or Love me if you Dare, which is amazing too and deserves to be watched) and they were so cute together. Their scenes were everything to me. The characters were great. The kids were hilarious and dramatic and most of the time I was wondering what brain cells they even had to rub together to get ideas out. The adults were the most toxic, dysfunctional people I've seen in a minute. Every adult, even Gunes, was problematic! (And I say even Gunes because there were so many moments, but one that stands out to me is in episode 26, while this kid is reeling from his entire life being a lie, she goes up to him and is like "your dad feels really bad right now, you should talk to him and help him." like no! No!!!) It was ridiculous. Episodes 16 and 17 were obviously my favorite, and every scene with Ali and Selin being cute. I like that there are actual obstacles in everyone's way, especially the kids (since the adults are the obstacles in most cases).

The music was banger! Loved it! The cinematography was kind of shit, which was annoying. Very old fashioned and low cost production type of camera work, especially in the beginning.

Godspeed

This made me cry. I genuinely did not expect that twist at the end there. I mean, it made perfect sense and I don't know why I didn't see it but... Anyway. Tolga and Engin do an amazing job in this.

Baba

Once again watching a show for Tolga Saritas. I'll say he makes it worthwhile. Baba was a good show, it had a complex story line that was focused on family. Love a father has for his sons, love a father has for his daughter, love a brother has for his sister, love children have for their parents. These themes stayed central to the story line. It was a good show, although I will say that season 1 was better than season 2 (and generally just made more sense). The first season is about a middle-class family entering the class of obscene wealth, and how one son is the only one who can keep them from failing, and all the obstacles in his way. Then season 2 is about how despite all his efforts, the family is now in extreme poverty, and once again the son is tasked with leading his family and the rest of the community.

I noticed, and love, that Tolga Saritas has never played a bad character in the shows I've seen him in. Whoever is his agent does a good job of picking projects for him. I hope to see the trend continue. His character, Kadir, is a great man, who loves his family and is willing to do anything to help people. He is acted wonderfully and has amazing chemistry with his costar Haluk, who plays his father. Their relationship is a big draw to the series.

Religion is also a big aspect of this show, and how it serves as a tool for justice and consequence. I enjoyed that they used it to make people accountable for their actions. Good show overall.

Senden Daha Guzel

A good story. Very cute actors. They had a good chemistry that was very fluffy. It was a simple story. There wasn't much going on or need to put any thought in it. A good little short to pass the time.

Ask 101 (Love 101)

This was cute. I watched it mainly for the Yargi pairing but the kids storylines were cute as well. I found the second season much better than the first. It was very short for a dizi, so I recommend it as a palate cleanser or something to watch when bored. The cast was filled with exceptional actors. The soundtrack was good too. Overall, I'm pleased with this show.

Miracle in Cell No. 7

Remake of a Korean Movie by the same name. Both movies are perfect for sobbing your heart out. Admittedly, the Turkish version does end on a happier note than the Korean version, but both are full of heart-wrenching moments. About a man with mental disabilities who gets sent to prison for a crime he didn't commit. He and his daughter are the miracles in the cell. Very moving story. Absolutely recommend, both versions!

Içerde

I saw this one after Cukur. Aras had impressed me so much that I wanted to watch his other works as well. I'll say that he still is one of the best aspects of the show. Him and Cagatay. They played very well and had excellent chemistry. I think I would have liked it more if they had more scenes together. They had great stories separately but we took forever to get to the reveal and they had so little time together, I felt like there was a missed chance to show off their chemistry, which was really the highlight of the show. Because they were crazy alone, but they were completely chaotic together. These two were crackheads.

Also, what is it with the shows I've watched recently fridging the love interest!!! Why?!?! They need to stop! It upsets me.

I think my biggest criticism with this show is that there is a lot of over acting. Sometimes they'll say things and I'll just be thinking that it's a little ridiculous. Also it went on a little too long. But otherwise, a worthwhile series to watch. Great plot! Mert is a great anti-hero and Sarp is a great hero. I was heartbroken for Mert for a lot of the series but also I was rooting against him for the most part what with him being on the wrong side. But anyway, great series.

Son Yaz

Good show. Not bad. I think what bothered me the most is that there was a naïveté to the characters in the mafia that shouldn’t have been there if they were born in the mafia. I mean, other mafia shows, the characters knew not to trust anyone, and that everyone was out to kill them. And on the off chance that they did trust someone, they were smarter than them so they could counter. But here, the characters are all stupid and trusting. I’m just like… you dumb dumbs. DUMMIES!! WHY!?! Who’s got the braincells here. Maybe Soner? Sometimes? No. That’s not right either. Selim most of the time, but try as I might, couldn’t like him that much. I tried, I genuinely tried to be on board with him, but he was so complicated in a way that was not appealing, mainly because he was an absent father and an overbearing one at the same time, while also having a very narrow view of the world that didn’t allow for other people’s points of view. It sucks because he was the only remotely competent one there. 

That’s another problem. These dummies are so dumb, all their plans are stupid. How did they get this far in life? I say this with love. I mean, it was part of their charisma I guess. They were young, so being stupid is excusable. It’s not like I’m putting them on the same level as Yamac Kocovali from Cukur or something. That guy was in his late 20s at the start of the series and he was smart. Also that series was much more liberal about murder. These kids are just dumb and there’s the stakes are pretty much just being imprisoned. Understandable since it’s not about being in the mafia but trying to get out of it.  

Okay, but besides them being so stupid, their relationships were cute. Naz and Soner were adorable and I love them. Yagmur and Akgun were chaotic little beans who I love so much. They are both so impulsive in different ways. Yagmur is straightforward with her emotions while Akgun is PANIC! EMOTIONS!

Season 2 was definitely better to me. I really liked the darker turn it went to. Good series. Not a bad watch. But it was canceled so the ending is full of plot holes and loose ends. 

UFO

A good movie. It had a nice premise and I enjoyed the actors. I watched it for Mert and it was well worth it. A good little palate cleanser. Not a lot to say about it, but it was worth checking out.

In Good Hands

A good movie. Had an unexpected twist at the end that was very clever. I enjoyed it. Don't have a lot to say about it considering it was only an hour and a half. Heartily recommend as a palate cleanser.

Yali Çapkini

Ongoing while I'm writing this. I dropped it at around episode 17, but I might come back to it if I see that there is an improvement in the characters. Cinematography, acting, music, are all good, but I had to drop because I don't like any of the characters and I'm constantly frustrated by them. I'm sorry, it's not that I don't like them, it's that I don't like that they are the main characters. If Ferit and Seyran weren't the lead couple, I think I would be much more entertained by them, because I wouldn't have to see the consequences of their (Ferit's) actions. But I do see, and Ferit is such a dumbass. If he weren't the lead, I could just call him a himbo and be done with it. But he is the lead so I have say that he's a narcissist, inconsiderate, and immature to boot. So... you see my struggle. I want to like him so much because Mert plays him so well, and he is so charming and good-looking, but, unfortunately, he's a dick. I want to come back to this show when he improves as a character. To be fair, a lot of the situations that happen are not his fault, but he does not make the situation better in a lot of the cases. So I hope they have a time lapse where he improves himself over a course of years and then reunites with his wife or something, or he just is a better character in another 10 episodes. I'll check up on it.

Oh Belinda

Honestly I skipped through most of this movie trying to get to the end. It wasn't terrible but I also didn't really feel the vibe of it.

EGO

I am so sad that I didn't like this. I gave up around episode 9 and I can understand why it was such a short show. It's so complicated. I really could not understand the plot lines at all. Everyone was so toxic and destructive. I love the lead actors and had seen them together in Carpisma where they had such great chemistry but it was the same problem as Carpisma where the plot couldn't save them. Like, the plot buried their natural chemistry. I'm so sorry for it. Just a really boring, complicated show. Not for me unfortunately.

Üç Kiz Kardes

I gave up. I'm sorry but this was just too ridiculous for me. And I'm sorry for it because it's a beautiful show. Like the actors are beautiful, the set is beautiful, the cinematography, the music. Lovely show. Honestly, the plot is not bad, like as in there is a good story in there, but it's . . . how do I put this . . . not well executed. I don't believe the love story, because it's scattered, the parents are either too evil or too good, or too oblivious. The sisters are naive. The boyfriends are either assholes (except Serdar, who's an angel and the only one I rooted for). I gave up at episode 15. I couldn't anymore. Sadly. Maybe someone else will like it. But it wasn't for me.

Duy Beni

Uhhh... this was interesting, in the way that watching a car crash is interesting. These kids are in desperate need of therapy. All of them. None of them are likable. The only person worth rooting for is the mom. Everyone is ridiculous 95.5% of the time. I mean, the main characters aren't even on screen. They have, like, 5% screen time together. Which is a really missed opportunity because they are crazy attractive and have good chemistry. I'm just... no. I started this because I was looking for Gunesi Beklereken (which I can't find anywhere) and this was on it's recommended page and people have said it was good, but I'm just. Not for me I guess. It was way too melo. No one really deserves any sympathy, a lot of problems could have been solved if they just hadn't been so ridiculous. I want to feel bad for the leads, but even then I'm just exhausted by them half the time. The love story was hard to believe because the lead actors didn't have any screen time. Sorry I couldn't like it.

Safir

The amount of disappointment I feel for this drama is incredible. It had the potential to be so good. The casting was great. The acting was good. The scenery and film was perfect. But the plot collapsed! I mean. It was so bad! I disagreed with every choice that was made and I ended hating nearly every character. That's hard to do. Ates is the only character I ended up still liking, and it was mostly out of spite at the end too because I hated every other character who kept f*cking with him so much. I HATE Yaman. I loath him. I think he is the worst character ever and the fact that Feraye stayed obsessed with him in the end. I mean, girl?! This is so dumb of you. You know at this point, they are both so infuriating, they deserve each other. I was justifying her in the beginning because she was going through some emotional stuff, but I cannot support her choices. And just... this is all I can say about this show. It was disappointing. The show could have been great, and it flopped. It flopped hard!

Ferhat Ile Sirin

I didn't understand. I thought it was going to be a love triangle, and it sort of was, but then it went off a deep end and I just didn't understand what happened in the end. Ended on a weird note, probably because it was cancelled. Tolga was the only good thing about it. I mean, the acting and everything was fine, and ignoring the incomprehensible plot it was okay. But . . . yeah... not a worth it watch unless you're doing it for a specific actor like I was.

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year 22 (m) — jjk

‘‘I knew you’d be standing in my front porch light, and I knew you’d come back to me.’‘ 

Pairing: childhoodfriend!jk x f!reader 

Genre/Tags: angst!!!, drama, a lil fluff, f2l, e2l-ish, pining, slow burn, smut

Rating: M +18

WC: 11.5k

Warnings: time jumps, underage drinking, jk being a douchebag for most of the fic, reader can’t catch a mf break, mention of character death ((no major one tho)). smut in the form of oral (f. receiving), fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex ((wrap it b4 u tap it y’all)), my being called pretty kink making a brief appearance soz

A/N: i listened to cardigan for the first time n had it on replay the whole time i wrote this so ig u should do it too ! this is my first time posting smut on here but who would i be if i didn’t throw in some good angst ? also tysm to @periminkle​ for being my unofficial beta reader n checking it up for me, she knows i’m constantly looking for her validation n i def wouldn’t post this if she didn’t love it ilu vira thx for being the best ever mwah !!! 

You’re five, cowering behind his mother’s legs, sniffing as tears stream down your face. In front of you both stands Jungkook, there’s remorse written all over his face as his mother stares him down with hands on her hips and a look that just screams that this is only the beginning of his punishment. 

‘’Apologize to Y/N right now Jungkook, or I’ll have your father have a word with you,’’ she threatens with a stern tone, making her son quickly shake his head no. ‘‘You need to learn how to share your toys.’’ 

You peek behind her lanky leg and find the slightly older kid looking at you with narrowed eyes, ‘‘I’m sorry, Y/N.’’ He apologizes with a bow, but he’s obviously displeased with the whole ordeal. 

His mother sighs and Jungkook pouts at the look on her face. She urges you to come out from your not-so-secret hiding spot and to go back to playing with him, even though you seriously doubt that will do any good to what just happened. 

Jungkook’s bedroom door is kept open as he sits back down on his city patterned carpet, you twiddle with your thumbs and stare at the Spiderman poster on his wall. There’s an awkward silence between you two until you feel a toy bump your crisscrossed legs. 

It’s the shiny red car he had refused to lend you before, provoking an argument between you two which eventually made you run out of his room in tears as you ratted him out to his mom. 

‘‘Wooow,’’ you whisper in awe, taking the car in your hands with so much care, treating it like it’s one of your newest dolls. 

Jungkook huffs, crossing his arms as he looks at you with distaste and he’s forced to settle with other boring toys as you giggle to yourself, making the car follow the carpet’s tracks. He learns then to never trust his mother again. If she ever says she’ll bring a new friend for him to play with again, he’ll refuse wholeheartedly.

He doesn’t like sharing his toys, and it’ll probably take him a long time to learn how to.

You’re nine as you hand Jungkook one of the multiple Valentine’s Day cards you carefully crafted the night before with your mother, adding all kinds of pretty stickers and shiny glitter to make each one of them unique. His is different from the rest, though. 

You added hearts to the dots in the I’s, there’s a hint of your favorite body splash enveloping the pink construction paper and it fills Jungkook’s nostrils with so much force that he feels he could gag at the smell. 

‘‘What do you think?’’ You ask the fourth-grader with a big smile on your face, cheeks tinted with a light shade of red as you see him reading the little message you wrote inside the card.

Jungkook lets out a mocking chuckle, ‘‘Are you serious? You like me?’’ He asks you, but it doesn’t look like he’s looking for answers. Your smile slowly fades away, looking at him with glossy eyes, ‘‘I don’t like you, you’re just a dumb little girl.’’ 

His card was the one you had invested the most time in and yet it only took him a second to crumple it with his hand, and another five for him to toss it into the trash can near you before he goes back to his group of friends in the school’s playground.

You learn how to hold your tears in then, thinking it’s a great accomplishment and that maybe now he’ll stop calling you a crybaby.

His friends receive him with high-fives and he smiles with gratefulness because they just saw how much of a badass he can be. Once recess is over and everyone’s going back to their classrooms, Jungkook nears the garbage bin where he had thrown the Valentine's card in, but finds it’s now dirty with yogurt someone tossed inside. 

He grimaces at the sight and sighs, there’s no way he can save it now.

You’re twelve and you’re the only girl in the treehouse who hasn’t gone through puberty yet. It wasn’t something that bothered you until just recently, when it became pretty evident why none of the boys would even give you a onceover compared to the other girls.

“I don’t know if I want to play,” you mumble after Kim Jihyo suggests playing spin the bottle. You’re the only one who opposes the idea, though you could count Jungkook in given as he just sat there without saying a word.

Park Yerim rolls her eyes, “You’re so boring, Y/N!” The comment makes the rest giggle as you pout at being the designated party pooper. 

It’s all fun and games of truth and dares to whoever the bottle lands on and you’ve been lucky enough to avoid the tip of the plastic Coca-Cola bottle to point at you, until it lands on Jungkook who has done a few funny dares so far.

“Alright, Jungkook, let’s make things even more fun!” Jihyo announces since she’s been the one who has assigned most of the embarrassing challenges and questions, “I dare you to kiss one of the girls here for ten seconds.” 

The dare makes the boys cheer with excitement and the girls gasp with anticipation, hoping one of them is the lucky chosen one. Your lips part slightly as you stare at him sitting across from you, he’s clearly not comfortable with the dare, but knowing him, he won’t express his current discomfort. 

His eyes land on you as you stare back at him with concern, hoping that he’ll speak up to avoid himself the embarrassment. Has he even kissed someone before? If this is his first kiss, you’ll witness it alongside everyone else and you can only imagine how terrifying that must be. Even though Jungkook’s always been a brave kid, you can always tell when he feels under pressure.

“Uhm, I’ll uh—“ Jungkook keeps staring at you and you feel your heart start to beat like you just ran the usual ten laps around the gym in P.E class. Are you about to have your first kiss? With him? 

You nod your head absentmindedly, a sign to let him know it’s okay for him to pick you from all the other developed girls who probably have more experience kissing than you do, but it’s okay because you’ve always been a quick learner. 

“Yeji,” Jungkook says after what feels like forever, though it’s only been a mere few seconds, “I’ll kiss Yeji.” He adds, removing his eyes from yours and settling them on the girl with the high ponytail and pink colored nails. 

You bite your bottom lip hard, breaking the dry skin as you feel yourself taste blood. It doesn’t matter because no one’s paying attention to you and instead they’re focused on Jungkook’s neverending kiss with Yeji. 

When you get home that night, you look at yourself in the mirror and frown at your lack of everything. Is this the reason as to why he hadn’t picked you? 

You’re fourteen and Kim Taehyung just sent you a message through MSN in which he confesses to have feelings for you. Your eyes widen, rereading the message several times, rubbing at your eyes just to make sure you’re seeing things correctly. 

You run off across the street to Jungkook’s house, ringing the doorbell quickly for someone to open up. You’re greeted by him looking at you with an annoyed expression, he had to pause his GTA game to come and open the door. 

“What do you want?” Jungkook asks harshly, crossing his arms as he stares into somewhere that’s not your face. He’s anxiously waiting for you to spit out whatever it is you’re there to say. 

You calm yourself down by breathing in deep and out, blowing the air right at him, “Does Taehyung like me?” You ask him, making Jungkook’s eyes widen in surprise and his brows to raise. 

His reaction tells you that you might’ve just discovered a secret you weren’t supposed to and it only makes your heart beat even faster because if it’s true, then this is a pleasant surprise. Kim Taehyung is one of the hottest boys in the tenth grade and he happens to be one of Jungkook’s closest friends. You think he must know something since you see them hanging out at lunch.

“Uh—I don’t know, Y/N.” Jungkook mumbles, rubbing at the back of his neck, finally looking at you and he feels a gut wrenching punch in his stomach at the sight. “Taehyung isn’t a really good guy, you shouldn’t—“ 

“What are you saying?” You interrupt him with a question, confused as to why Jungkook was painting a negative picture of his friend. “He was really sweet with what he said, he thinks my eyes are pretty when they sparkle — I didn’t even know they did that!” 

Jungkook grimaces and sighs, there’s really not much he can do here. You’ve always been so stubborn, so relentless. No matter how many times life tries to tell you something’s not meant for you, you challenge each and every one of it’s obstacles until you take what’s yours. 

“Okay, then what are you gonna do? Date him? You haven’t even had your first kiss yet.” Jungkook reminds you with a mocking tone and you furrow your brows together because, how does he know that? 

You stammer, “I-I have! I had it at camp last summer, actually!” That’s a lie, but he wasn’t there so he can’t prove the veracity of your statement. “And what do you care? So what if I want to date him?” You add with anger, not understanding why couldn’t he just support you in search of true love. 

The thought of dating Kim Taehyung had never crossed your mind, thinking he was way too out of your league for him to ever notice you. But that confession sitting in your MSN chat now served as a nice feeling of knowing you aren’t as invisible as you think you are. 

Jungkook scoffs, “Taehyung would never date you, okay? He’s older than you, he’s cool, he goes to parties and has kissed almost every girl in his grade, do you think he’d really like someone as boring as you?” He doesn’t mean to be so harsh, but you’re just so difficult and impossible to get through.

Jungkook’s used to the trembling bottom lip and the teary eyes that you give him everytime he says something that definitely strikes a nerve within you, but he’s always impressed on how you always refrain from crying in front of him. Last time you did that you were both kids and he probably took the last lollipop from your batch of collected halloween candy. 

“Screw you, Jungkook,” you say through gritted teeth, and if looks could kill, he’d be dead already. 

He looks at you quickly stomp your way back to your house, only heading back inside once you slam your front door shut. Jungkook enters his room to find two new messages in his MSN.

$$ kIm tAaEhyYyuNG $$: it worked! 

$$ kIm tAeEhyYyunGG $$: she fell for it xDxD where did u even come up with the sparkly eyes thing?? that’s gold bro rofl 

Jungkook sighs, ignoring the messages and shutting his computer down.

You’re sixteen and you’ve been invited to your first party. Granted, it was Jungkook’s, but he knew that if he didn’t ask you to come you’d probably tell on him with his mom. No matter what age he was, he’d always fear his mother’s scolding. 

“Drink this!” Park Jimin says with his beautiful smile and you’re starting to realize why they gave him that very same superlative on the school’s yearbook. You take the red solo cup without any second thought, placing the rim straight to your lips and choke once you feel the liquid burn your throat. 

“Ugh—What’s this?” You ask, cleaning the droplets of liquid around the corners of your mouth. 

He chuckles, “Fruit punch!” The liquid is indeed red like the familiar drink you’re used to, but there’s definitely something else mixed inside. “Oh, and vodka,” he adds with wiggly eyebrows as he shows off the small flask he was hiding in his sweatshirt’s front pocket.

You gasp and hand him the cup back, “No, I don’t drink alcohol, sorry.” Jimin rolls his eyes and it reminds you of the many times you’ve received this same reaction from your classmates before. Always a party pooper. He’s about to take the plastic red cup from you until you quickly drink the spiked punch in one go.

The boy howls in excitement, “Woo, go Y/N! Another one coming right up.” 

Jungkook knows he should be making sure everything’s alright downstairs. If his mother notices there’s at least one misplaced object, she’ll know right away something went down in her house while her husband and her were away for the weekend on an emergency trip to their hometown. Leaving him unsupervised only because they both believed their son was old enough to tend for himself.

But Jung Eunha had dragged him into his room with the excuse of wanting to see what it looked like, but the mini tour had turned into them kissing on his bed and Jungkook is thankful he changed his Spiderman sheets in exchange for some boring plain grey ones. Eunha smells like fresh mint and Jungkook is way into his head to focus on properly kissing her.

It’s not until his bedroom door is abruptly open, slamming against the wall that Jungkook literally jumps to his feet, making Eunha gasp as they both look at the person who has interrupted their awkward makeout session. 

“Guk-ah, what are you doin’?” You curiously wonder, a hiccup following right after which makes you giggle. Jungkook’s chest rises and falls with quickness as he notices you look different from the last time he saw you twenty minutes ago when you were talking to Jimin. “Guk-ah, were you—you kissin’ Eunha?” You ask once more after not receiving an answer to your previous question.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asks in concern, coming closer to analyze your weird state. You stretch your arm out to avoid him from nearing you, making him falter in his place as he studies your expression. 

You hum, “Guk-ah, you busy. Sorry,” you apologize in a shy tone, ready to head back down and have more of that fruity alcohol punch you now found tasty, but you stumble and only avoid yourself from falling by holding onto Jungkook's door frame, he’s already reaching out by then. 

“Are you fucking serious, Y/N? Get out!” Eunha complains with irritation, getting up from the bed and ready to kick you out of his room, but his free arm stops her from getting near you. “Whu—?”

“Eunha, go back down. I’ll deal with her myself.” Jungkook says as calmly as he can, thinking three’s a crowd and dealing with you wasn’t an easy thing in of itself. She’s about to argue, but he interrupts her again, “Go down, now.” 

She rolls her eyes and bumps her shoulder against yours harshly once she steps out of his room, “Whatever, that kiss was shitty anyway.” 

He pretends he didn’t hear that and takes you in his arms instead, dragging you to lay on his bed as you cuddle into his favorite pillow and hug it close to your body. How much did you drink? Why did you even do it in the first place? Jungkook knows you’ve never tried alcohol before, which means he’ll be in big trouble if you show up back to your house like this. 

When you open your eyes hours later, your head hurts and it feels lightweight when you move it side to side. The room you’re in is familiar, that spiderman poster is still hung on the wall, but there are no more toys laying around the floor; they’ve probably been stored somewhere in his garage or sent off to a donation center under his mother’s demand.

The pillow that you’re hugging smells just like him and any other day you’d hold on to it tighter and inhale his scent like your life depended on it, but you abruptly sit on the bed as you’re reminded of how you got here. The action is not appreciated by your dizzy head, but you look around the room to notice how dark it is and there’s no more music playing downstairs. 

You quickly jump to the ground, only to hear a “Fuck, ouch!” from below, stepping on Jungkook’s leg unintentionally. It makes you gasp, looking down to notice the older friend laying on the cold floor, having gotten rid of that childhood carpet of his. His head’s laying on a makeshift pillow made out of a towel and he’s trying hard not to shiver. 

“I’m sorry, sorry, sorry!” You quickly apologize, stepping away from his figure as he soothes the shin of his leg you stepped on. “Jungkook, what happened?” 

He sighs, “Someone decided to drink like five cups of spiked punch knowing damn well it was their first time drinking alcohol, stepped into my room like a crazy person, and then crashed on my bed like they—What’s with the face?”

“Bathroom.”

Jungkook grimaces while he holds your hair back, you’re throwing away all the liquid you had taken with a few additional snacks you had munched on earlier, “Are you done?” He asks in a tired mumble and you shake your head no.

He feels guilty that you’re in this position. He didn’t even want to kiss Eunha, but she was one of the most popular girls in his grade and he knew that if he turned her down she would most likely put a bad word in with the rest of the girls and the guys would make fun of him for being such a wuss.

That would’ve been better, because after laying you down on his bed he had to go down and tell everyone that the party was over, putting an excuse that the neighbors had warned him and threatened to call the cops. They all cleared pretty quickly, but he knew he was going to be the butt of the jokes come Monday. He even had to call your parents to let them know you had gone home to a friend’s house for a sleepover, which he knew wasn’t totally believable, but it had somehow gotten them convinced that their daughter was alright because they trusted Jungkook to never hurt you ever. 

Once you feel like you’ve puked your stomach out, Jungkook hands you a pill accompanied with a glass of water and hands you clothes of his that might be more comfortable to sleep in. 

“Good night, Jungkook,” you whisper once you’re laying back on his bed, still hugging the pillow he preferred to sleep with. He makes a sacrifice to make it up to you. 

His back is going to hurt by the time the sun comes out in a few hours, but it’s okay if it means you’ll sleep comfortably after the events of tonight. “Good night, Y/N.” 

He’s unable to sleep, but finds entertainment in your hanging hand beside his bed. The skin on your palm looks soft and there’s this strange urge inside of him that makes him want to grab your hand in his, but he refrains. 

To calm the current chaos in his head, Jungkook finds peace in the light snores coming from his bed.

You’re just about to turn eighteen and your date to the prom is Jeong Jaehyun, who had only asked you out a day before the event because the girl he had initially wanted to take had been asked and he didn’t have a plan B. 

Jaehyun is okay, at least he managed to get you a corsage that matched the color of your dress. He even smiles in the pictures your parents take of you both as you awkwardly try to look comfortable with his arms around you even though by then you had only exchanged a few sentences. 

The prom’s theme is Summer Nights and you think it’s fitting considering this is the very last event before the graduation ceremony, meaning that you’d most likely never see most of these people ever again. You had purposely applied to a college that was outside of your hometown for that same reason. You’re ready to live the life you’ve always wanted to live, without anyone judging or knowing you. 

Your date spends most of the night talking with his group of friends as you’re left alone on your table, looking at your well manicured nails. You knew you weren’t going to get the same prom experience the high school kids on T.V enjoyed, but you at least hoped it would’ve been a little more fun than this.

A tap on your shoulder makes you turn around to see Jungkook trying to loosen the tight tie around his neck. He looks incredibly handsome and you suppose his mother helped him pick the suit out, Jungkook rarely ever wore fitted clothing, so this is one of those once in a lifetime moments..

“Hey you,” you say and he gives you half a smile, wondering why you’re sitting by yourself at an empty table when everyone else was either mingling or dancing. “Where’s your date?” You ask with curiosity, you’re surprised that Jinsoul isn’t trailing alongside him given how she had behaved for the past week ever since he asked her to come with him. 

“Retouching her face or something,” he answers casually, “what are you doing sitting here? Where’s Jaehyun?” Jungkook asks.

You shrug your shoulders, “Don’t know, probably talking with the guys of the basketball team. He’s been gone for a while.” Not like you care, anyway. If your conversation with him inside his car on the way to the venue had been any indication of what it would’ve been like for the rest of the night, you’re glad he's not here trying to make any more small talk with you.

Jungkook huffs, thinking he’ll kick his ass if he sees him. He had asked him to invite you so you wouldn’t come alone, and yet here you are, sitting all by yourself while the douchebag’s making a social life somewhere in the crowd. He calms down once he notices how unbothered you are by it, though. You’re a big girl now, you’ve been through too much to be affected by something as simple as this.

“Is there something you wan—“

“Dance!” You interrupt with excitement and Jungkook chuckles.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted something to drink, but—alright, let’s dance.” Jungkook can’t dance for shit, but you took lessons when you were younger and he can still remember how you’d always show him the routines you learned in class. He’d always boo you, but in reality you were pretty good. He wonders why you stopped, he doesn’t recall you ever telling him.

It’s just his luck that once you both step into the dancefloor, the hired DJ stops the up-tempo song playing before and switches to a much slower romantic one, “Alright everyone, I want all the couples on the dancefloor for this one.” 

You step away from him with nervousness, it’s couples only after all. But Jungkook holds onto your lower back firmly, pulling you closer into his space. Your eyebrows raise as your lips part, “Uh, s-should we, uh—?” 

“It’s just a song, Y/N. You wanted to dance, then we’ll dance.” He tells you with such confidence it makes you feel like this is totally normal and something all friends do. All the known High School couples are dancing together, heads tenderly placed over chests and chins resting lovingly above them. You wait for Jungkook to take the lead because you have no clue of what you should be doing, you might’ve taken dance lessons years ago but you’ve never slowed danced in your life. 

Jungkook places his hand on your hip, the touch makes goosebumps crawl in your arms. He pretends he doesn’t notice it as he takes your right hand in his. You stare at the way he delicately holds it like it’s his mother’s fine china. “Place your other hand on my shoulder,” he instructs and you do as asked, your palm coming to rest on the strong muscle. 

He’s only slowed danced once before at a family member’s wedding where his mother taught him how to, with her as the teacher. Back then he thought it was incredibly ridiculous, but now he’s sort of glad that happened because he’s the teacher now and you’re now looking at him with your big eyes as you sway alongside him. 

You clear your throat, “This isn’t that hard.” Jungkook nods as he stares down at you, noticing how uneasy you are given that you’re looking at everything and not entirely immersed in the moment.

“You look beautiful tonight.” He says out of nowhere, making you look at him like a deer stuck in headlights, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He had never called you that before. 

An awkward laugh escapes your lips, looking away from his intense gaze as you try not to take his words too literally, “Ha ha, that was a good one.” To you there’s no other explanation than this being one of his mean pranks on you.

But Jungkook doesn’t falter both his words and gaze, “I’m not laughing.” There’s seriousness in his voice and you have to look back at him again just to make sure he really isn’t, “You look beautiful, just take the compliment.” You nod and there’s silence between you two after that. You’re digesting the romantic lyrics that the singer is talking about and hope that the song ends soon, because you’ve never been this close to him and it’s starting to feel too crowded.

You clear your throat, “So…” 

“So…,” he repeats. 

“What are you doing for summer?” You ask him in an attempt to break the tension and wanting to take advantage of the little intimate moment since Jungkook rarely ever lets you pry into his private life. 

“I think I’ll train before heading off,” he answers. It was more than obvious he was going to earn that sports scholarship he had been aiming for, he was one of the best athletes on the school; though you considered him to be the number one between them all. “I’m kinda scared, not gonna lie.” 

You look at him with surprise, tilting your head to the side, “You’re scared?” You ask in disbelief because as long as you’ve known him, he’s never been scared of anything. This is the same kid who instilled your fear of monsters in a closet after watching Monster’s Inc. together, also the same kid who helped you get over it after he realized you had actually taken it seriously.

He chuckles lightly, “Yeah, I’m just scared about starting over.” It’s interesting how his biggest fear is the one you’re looking forward to the most, but you suppose it’s fitting for someone who has never had to worry about what people think of him. In this town, Jungkook has swam freely without any concerns. Out there, he’s just another fish in the big and scary ocean. “Aren’t you?” He questions, hoping that you’re able to relate to what he’s feeling. 

“Honestly, I—“ 

You’re interrupted by Jaehyun clearing his voice in front of you two, making you both turn your heads towards his direction. You quickly separate from Jungkook and he feels his body lose the warmness you were providing. 

“If you wanted to dance, you could’ve just asked. I’m your date after all.” He says smugly and you chuckle awkwardly, nodding because he’s right. 

Jungkook wants to punch his stupid face, how dare he interrupt you both when he had been ignoring you the whole night? Why does he suddenly want to dance with you when he’s probably still upset at him for asking Jinsoul to the prom before he could?

“Your date’s looking for you, buddy. She doesn’t look too happy.” Jaehyun adds with a smirk as he takes your hand in his and drags you away from Jungkook towards another place on the dancefloor. 

He’s left to stare at the way he holds your hand, and he only hopes he’s doing it ever so carefully. 

You’re twenty when Jungkook sees you for the first time since you both left for college two and half a years ago. He’s rendered speechless when he spots you in the crowd, there’s a manly hand around your waist as you giggle into the stranger’s mouth before placing a kiss to his lips. 

There’s only so much social media can provide him, pictures and stories aren’t enough for Jungkook to keep up with you. He thinks you’ve changed, not only appearance wise but you seem way more outgoing, carefree, and happy. Did he miss the boyfriend announcement picture? He’s sure he didn’t, he checks your profile almost every day and he’s never even seen him in any of your stories. 

A gasp escapes your lips once you spot him, completely forgetting about the possibility of bumping into him given that both your schools were playing against each other that night. You tell Namjoon you’ll be right back and he nods, going back to a conversation with the group of college friends you had made. 

You surprise him by jumping into him, arms around his shoulders as you hug him from behind. You let out a shrill of excitement and he blushes as his friends chuckle at the unexpected approach from this unfamiliar girl. 

‘‘Jungkook! You didn’t tell me you’d be here,’’ you say once he turns around to face you and he’s able to see you better upfront. You look beautiful and he thinks the Instagram pictures are not doing you enough justice. You’re glowing, and it has nothing to do with the highlighter you applied on your face and collarbone area. 

The both of you aren’t able to properly talk until you suggest moving to a different area, Jungkook apologizing to his friends as he explained he needed to catch up with an old friend. They don’t complain and instead shoot him teasing looks and small pervy comments that go by unnoticed to you. 

Jungkook listens with intent to your ramble about what you’ve been up to. From your courses, to your roommates, the parties you’ve attended, and even the fact that you handle your alcohol better now. He’s happy that you seem so too, but it irks him that you hadn’t been capable of telling him that you had a boyfriend now. Is there a reason as to why you omitted that important piece of information? 

‘‘And what about you? How’s college?’’ You ask with curiosity. 

He blinks a few times, realizing you had stopped talking about yourself and was now wondering about him instead. ‘‘It’s fine,’’ he answers with a tight lipped smile, the lack of detail compared to you was astonishing, but even though you were still hungry for more you decided not to pry any further. 

There’s fear in revealing that he’s been having a hard time catching up with the rest of his peers. College was indeed fine, but it could be better. He’s settled with the idea that this is as good at it’ll get, some things just aren’t like you expect them to be. At least you’re happy, and that fact brings him comfort. 

‘‘Was that your, uhm─boyfriend?’’ He finally asks after a while, both about to head back to your respective group of friends. 

The question takes you by surprise, looking at him with raised eyebrows and mouth agape. ‘‘Who? Namjoon?’’ He nods, though he doesn’t know anything about the guy he had first seen you with. You let out a wholehearted laugh, ‘‘Hell no, too many commitment issues with that one,’’ you answer and Jungkook’s forehead creases with confusion. 

Why were you kissing him then? 

‘‘We’re friends with benefits,’’ you inform him as if you had read his mind. ‘‘He’s a nice guy, though. Also, super smart, he’s helped me with a few of my─’’ 

‘‘You’re not a virgin anymore?’’ He abruptly asks, disbelief in his tone as he internally screams to himself for thinking out loud. Jungkook expects you to berate him about such an imprudent question, but is surprised when he sees you giggling. 

‘‘Duh, silly. I think I lost it freshman year?’’ The carelessness in your voice makes him look at you like you’ve gone crazy. Why are you so lax about this? Why are you telling him about losing your virginity without a care in the world? ‘‘Anyway, are you going to be home for the─’’

Jungkook interrupts you once again, ‘‘Was it with your boyfriend at the time?’’ He asks in genuine curiosity and you sigh, rolling your eyes slightly at him. 

‘‘No, it was some random dude at this party I went to. Could you please─’’

‘‘Y/N, are you insane? Why would you give up your virginity to some fucking stranger like it’s nothing?’’ Jungkook’s voice raises as he scolds you about being so negligent about yourself, ‘‘You can’t do shit like that!’’ He fumed, making you let out a breathless chuckle. 

‘‘Could you stop treating me like a fucking child for once in your life? I’m perfectly fine, Jungkook. I’ve been doing pretty well for myself without you here, actually. I don’t know why you think you have a say on what I do, is it the entitlement you have of me that you still carry around because we grew up together? Because if that’s it then you can drop it, I let go of my little girl who wanted a friend and was treated like pure shit in return complex a long time ago.’’ 

He knows you’re right, but he thinks he’ll always have this odd sense of protection over the five year old girl who cried to his mom about not lending her his favorite toy. He’ll always want to apologize to the eight year old girl who declared her love for him with a Valentine’s Day card while he ended up breaking her heart in exchange. He’ll always wish to look for help within the twelve year old girl who witnessed him give out his first kiss to another girl who he didn’t even like. He’ll always feel guilty towards the sixteen year old girl who had gotten tipsy on a spiked fruit punch and crashed on his bed. He’ll always hate himself for not asking the seventeen going on eighteen year old girl to prom when he knew he could’ve, but chose not to in fear of ruining your friendship. 

You only wanted someone to be there for you growing up and Jungkook had never been the brave boy you thought he was, always running from his fears in hopes he’d have a wide advantage margin from them. Yet here they are, standing right in front of him in the form of a twenty year old you, and they’re there to let him know that you’ve never needed him, yet he’s always needed you.

He can’t even apologize, he only looks at you with wide eyes as he fidgets in his place. Either you’re both too old now to understand each other or you just realized that you’ve outgrown Jungkook. 

Your mouth set in a hard line as you crossed your arms, the night’s breeze feeling colder than usual. ‘‘I miss you Jungkook, but I can’t keep playing this cat and mouse game with you any longer.’’ 

You leave him behind to go back to Namjoon’s arms, seeking refuge in his sweet embrace as you try your hardest to put on practice what you learned all those years ago when Jungkook broke your heart for the first time, you should be used to it by now.

You’re twenty-one when you’re back in your hometown to attend the funeral of the old lady down the street, the one that always scolded you and Jungkook growing up. 

You had been scared of her as a child, but always following along your friend’s footsteps when he proposed playing around her garden. It tugs at your heartstrings even if you hadn’t known the woman well. Her death was imminent seeing as she’d been ill for quite some time. 

A taller figure stands next to you as you both stand way in the back of the ceremony. He looks tired and you figure that it’s because of the fact he arrived late into the night, you heard his car’s engine from your bedroom window. Dressing in all black, you notice he bought a new suit. You’re sure that the one he wore for prom no longer fits considering he’s bigger now. 

You haven’t talked to each other since last year when you both left off on a sour note. The hurt you felt was no longer present, though. You chewed on your bottom lip as you thought of a way you could talk to him again without making things awkward, but you let out a small gasp once he placed his arm around your shoulders, giving it a small squeeze as he sighed and kept his focus on the service. 

Watching the casket be lowered into the ground felt weird. She was a human being just like you, but her existence was a reminder of your childhood. Would it be okay to say that her death meant a part of you leaving with her too? 

Once it hits you, it’s Jungkook who consoles you by hugging you tight. Your eyes are too blurry with tears for you to realize this is one of those rare moments where he’s holding you close without hesitation. He lets you ruin his tuxedo’s jacket with your mascara covered tears as he brushes your hair as a sign of comfort. 

You know things are back in order when he proposes the idea to go back to the old lady’s porch, for old times sake. ‘‘Will we ever let her rest?’’ You ask him with a small laugh as Jungkook sits on the doorsteps of the old lady’s empty home, opening the bag of candy worms he bought at the grocery store. 

He shrugs, ‘‘She loved us, always told my mom how much she missed us running around the street.’’ The revelation makes you smile, hoping it was true. He pats the empty space next to him, indicating for you to fill it up with your presence. Once you do, you feel the familiar warmth of his proximity. 

Jungkook seems different and you only hope he’s changed for the best. 

‘‘When are you going back?’’ You ask him with curiosity, hoping that he’ll be in town for a few more days so you can catch up with him on a better note this time around. 

He munches on one of the snacks, ‘‘Tomorrow morning, I have training camp and can’t miss it.’’ His answer makes you sigh with disappointment, but you nod nonetheless. ‘‘What about you?’’ He asks in return, and you inform him that you’ll stay for a few more days to spend time with your family. There’s silence after that and Jungkook can only offer you the gummy worms in the bag, you take one with a small thanks.  

‘‘College fucking sucks,’’ he says out of nowhere and it makes you look at him in bewilderement, ��‘I hate it there, I wanna drop out so bad. But I’m a year away from graduating so it’s too late now.’’ You see his shoulders visibly relax, like a weight had been lifted off them. ‘‘Plus my mom would kill me if I do so,’’ he adds with a chuckle. 

Last time you asked everything was fine. Had things changed or had they always been this way and he was just now being honest with you?

You rest your head on his shoulder and focus all of your undivided attention on him as he keeps rambling about what his life has been ever since he left this town. He’s had bad games, bad grades, and bad girls. But he’s also had incredible games, good grades, and a couple great hookups, and yet he still feels empty, it’s not enough. 

‘‘I miss you,’’ he mumbles as he faces you, ‘‘I’m sorry for being such a shitty friend, you deserved better.’’ His apology is genuine and you can feel it in the way his voice trembles, sincerity has always scared him after all. 

Jungkook’s never known when the time is right, and he misjudges the look on your face. When he leans down to press his lips against yours, he’s blinded for a mere moment into believing that you wanted to kiss him just as much as he had been waiting. 

You abruptly separate from him with wide eyes and parted lips, ‘‘Jungkook, I’m─I’m dating Namjoon now.’’ He can physically feel his heart shatter, the revelation coming out like an old newspaper headline he should’ve read a long time ago. 

He lets out a breathless chuckle, ‘‘He got over the commitment issues?’’ The rhetorical question is bitter. 

You scoff, ‘‘And what about it? I preferred to wait than to rush into getting my heart broken.’’ Plus it’s not like you were expecting Namjoon to grow feelings for you, the whole no strings attached arrangement was named that way for a reason. 

Jungkook looks at you with narrowed eyes and he shakes his head sightly. Old habits never die down, still so stubborn and challenging as ever. 

He’s startled as you stand abruptly, fuming as you look at him, ‘‘I don’t even know why you care! Did you forget that you threw my Valentine’s Day card into the trash? Or that you kissed Yeji in front of my face? Or that you let Taehyung date me as prank between your friends? Or that you were making out with Eunha while Jimin kept giving me alcohol? Or that you asked Jaehyun to take me to the stupid prom even though I was perfectly fine going without him or anyone for that matter?’’

‘‘We were just kids!’’ Jungkook argues back at you.

‘‘It still fucking hurt,’’ you counter, ‘‘still hurts, actually. You think that by giving me a measly apology and kissing it better I’ll suddenly forget about all of it?’’ Jungkook knows it won’t ever make up for all those years, but he had at least hoped you’d be willing to give him a chance. 

He wishes he could say something else. Explain that he had just tried to protect you in his own shitty way from everyone else or himself maybe, he doesn’t know anymore. He wants to speak up again, but there’s disappointment written all over your face, you’re not angry at him...just saddened. 

‘‘Hope you have fun at your training camp.’’

Jungkook watches as you leave him sitting by himself on the old lady’s doorstep. A hand runs through his hair as he feels his eyes water, and he can almost hear a whisper in the wind that asks him why he didn’t stop you when he could’ve. 

Jungkook didn’t think that his family coming together with yours for Christmas dinner would’ve been a great idea. You’re cold to him at first and it’s fitting for the winter weather, but as always it only takes for him to sit next to you for things to warm up again. 

It’s with the excuse that you’ll run over to your house to grab a new bottle of wine from the kitchen counter that Jungkook trails behind you, both slightly tipsy on the different alcohols your families had offered each other. 

Years have passed since he last stepped foot inside your home, you used to visit him more often than he did anyway. It still smells and looks the same; the only difference is that there’s new pictures of you hung up on the walls, updated accordingly to the changes you’ve made ever since you left off for college.

You’re sporting a big smile in all of them, which in exchange makes him copy the action as well. His lack of presence in your life has done you better than compared to when he was around, and if that’s the case, then at least he did something right. 

There hasn’t been much said since the beginning of the night, just a simple hey out of courtesy. There’s so much he wants to say, but with no clue where to begin. Another apology is due, though he thinks it’s a little too late for that. He also wants to ask about what you’ve been up to since he last saw you, are you still dating the Namjoon guy you had told him about after he kissed you? If he’s still there, Jungkook rather keep quiet and not wonder out loud to you, he’s sure that it’ll hurt if it’s true. 

Growing up Jungkook always mistook your bravery with stubbornness and your courage with relentlessness. You’ve always been challenging, but only because you wanted him to do so too. It’s moments like this that prove him that you’ve always been the stronger between the two.

‘‘So, we’re just gonna pretend like nothing’s wrong between us?’’ You ask, speaking directly to him for the first time that night. It makes him look at you like a deer stuck in headlights, surprised by the sudden question and out of all the years of knowing each other, he feels small under your gaze for once. ‘‘How much time is it going to pass until you want to finally talk things like adults?’’ 

Jungkook gulps the lump in his throat, his brain quickly thinking of the right thing to say, ‘‘I just wanted to protect you from─’’

‘‘From what? From you? Everytime you’ve done that I end up getting hurt in the end. I’m left to pick the pieces up by myself,’’ you interject with anger in your voice. ‘‘It fucking pisses me off that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you kissing me, I haven’t stopped thinking about you and─’’ A sigh, you close your eyes to center yourself again as Jungkook waits for the final blow, ‘‘and you look like none of this has ever bothered you in the slightest because, you don’t really care about me do you?’’

‘‘I do care about you.’’ He’s sure about it, even though he’s been extremely bad at showing it. 

Even though your eyes are threatening to spill tears, you still muster up the last bit of what’s left of your courage to step closer to him until you’re a few inches away. ‘‘Prove it, then. Show me that you care.’’ 

His brain is sent into quick overdrive due to your close proximity. There’s a slight hesitation because he only hopes that what he’s about to do is what you’re demanding him to prove. He doesn’t care if you’re still dating the Namjoon guy because he’s settled with the idea that it’s okay if you don’t correspond, it’s not like he did the same to you when you were both younger. 

Once his lips press against yours, there’s no turning back. He’s waiting for you to push him back and let him know that your heart’s still taken, but you kiss him with such fervor that he knows in that moment that you’re right, it’s better to wait than to rush right in. 

It’s no fairytale kiss, though. There’s desperation in the way you chase his lips, as if you were to slow down he’d find a way to escape from you. You grip the cotton material of his crewneck into your small fists, holding on to the fabric like your life depended on it. The small kiss you had both shared last year was nothing compared to this, and Jungkook’s taken aback by your neediness. 

He doesn’t know how you manage to drag him to your childhood bedroom without missing a beat, only separating once you both realize you need to catch your breaths, and even then Jungkook can’t have a minute to take just happened in because your lips attach to his neck to get more of a taste. His fingers curled around your arm, sighing at the way your kisses felt like electricity on his skin. 

‘‘Y/N,’’ he calls your name out in a breathy tone, but you’re too immersed in your little bubble to even realize it. 

Jungkook groans when you bite into the skin of his neck, then blowing over the red mark as you kissed it better. It’s going to be bruise and he doesn’t like when that happens, but he’s not bothered at all if it comes from you. He forcibly grabs your chin so you can face him, looking at him with big eyes, a small pout, and with your chin messed with drool. 

It’s then that Jungkook kisses you hungrily, making you feel like you’re in a dream-like state,  though you could partially blame the Christmas eggnog for that. The way he bites at your lips and how your tongues clash together is an extreme juxtaposition as to how you could describe this moment. It’s as if you’re floating on air, clouds surrounding you in a heavenly embrace, angels singing in the background every time his hands touch, grab, hold and caress every part of your body. And yet, even with such a difference, it’s perfect because it’s Jungkook. You’ve been waiting for this too long, which is why your hands creep beneath his crewneck, touching his tonified abdomen tentatively and enjoying the way goosebumps arise on his skin at the sensation of your fingers trailing patterns wherever they caress.  

It’s only fair that he pays attention to yours as well. Jungkook’s lips trail from your mouth onto your jawline, planting wet kisses on each space until he begins sucking on the skin of your neck, making you moan in the process. He chooses then that his new favorite sound is the way you voice out the pleasure he gives you. ‘‘Hurry up,’’ you say, ridding the bottom of the crewneck higher over his stomach, making him shiver at the sudden change of temperature. 

Jungkook chuckles before completely getting rid of the material, ‘‘Calm down,’’ he sighs as he gives you a sweet smile, ‘‘You know our moms could talk forever.’’ 

You ogle his chest, admiring the way his training camps have obviously done wonders to his body. ‘‘It’s not them I’m talking about,’’ you correct him with a teasing smile that only makes his grin grow wider, chuckling at your impatience. Jungkook lets out a small gasp of surprise when your hands grasp at his shoulder blades, turning him around so you can back him until the back of his knees hit the edge of your bed. It’s funny how he lets himself be bossed around by someone who’s way smaller compared to his frame.

Jungkook finds leverage on his elbows splayed against the mattress, your knees resting on each side of his hips as you leaned into him and kissing him just as widely as you had done before. Jungkook could fill just how quick things were escalating, especially the way his crotch area was beginning to become a problem he couldn’t possibly control at the moment, not with your own being directly on top of it. In any other situation he would’ve apologized with an awkward laugh, but his breath hitches once your hips start grinding over him.  

His hands make their way on the inside of your knitted sweater, provoking goosebumps on the exposed skin. You let out a shaky laugh, halting your movements so you can quickly get rid of the fabric as Jungkook’s eyebrows lift in surprise at your haste and then at the sight of your bra covered breasts. His hands are still steadily placed on each side of your waist, only brought up because your own had redirected them over your breasts, hoping he gets the message on what you want him to do now.   

Jungkook hesitantly squeezed one of the round globes, provoking a small moan to come from out of your lips. He wishes to hold you as close as he possibly can because the idea of ever being away from you again has been his main fear as of lately. But he refrains, you look so delicate and he feels like you could easily break. He stares at your body lovingly and your cheeks heat up at the way his eyes ogle your chest like a kid in a candy story. You give his arm a light slap and he chuckles, leaning over you to place a passionate kiss on your lips.

“You’re beautiful,” he says frankly. It doesn’t help to dissipate the flush on your face, but the compliment doesn’t bother you in the slightest. Jungkook leans in to trail kisses past your collarbones and into the swell of your breasts, making you bite your lip with anticipation. He looks at you asking for permission and you nod quickly with parted lips as you start to become impatient for him to make his next move. Jungkook lowers the cups of your breasts, freeing your hardened nipples and immediately envelopes one of them with his lips. “Mph—!” A sigh escapes your lips as you try to memorize the way his tongue traces over your tit. He pays attention to your other one, fingers rolling over the bud and pinching ever so often. 

You can feel your panties damp by then, trespassing into the fabric of the black leggings you’re wearing over them. Reaching behind your back, you fumble in unclasping the hooks of the now uncomfortable bra. Jungkook’s forced to stop the undivided attention he had places on your breasts to look at you like he’s lost, why are you going so fast? 

Once your hands delve with the buckle of his belt, he has to hold on to your wrists with a firm grasp, ‘‘What are you doing?’’ He asks with quick breath, you blink stoically towards him. 

‘‘Uh─getting you naked?’’ You answer with a nonchalant tone, but his hands don’t let go and your demeanor changes, ‘‘D-Did you not want this?’’ Your voice turns smaller, embarrassed that maybe you had pressured him into something he didn’t want to participate in. 

Jungkook quickly shakes his head no, ‘‘No, I-I do want this! It’s just─you’re going so fast,’’ he tries to explain, ‘‘I’ve been waiting for this for too long, I don’t wanna rush.’’ Your eyes lit up at the revelation as he waits for you to answer back, only for his back to hit the comforter with a small thud, giggling at the way you urgently kiss him again, but this time with much more care. 

‘‘Why didn’t you say so before, stupid?’’ You mumble with a sheepish look, ‘‘I thought it was just going to be─nevermind, I need you right now.’’ You have to force yourself from spitting out any details that could possibly ruin the moment between you two, deciding to wait instead for any emotional confessions you want to make. 

He switches positions between the two, panting as he brings you down to the mattress and Jungkook can feel the goosebumps on your skin, whether from the coldness of the room or because of the sheer electricity of his hands caressing your body like it was molded just right for him. He dips his hand lower, cupping your clothed heat on his hand. It makes you tremble and you whine, encouraging him to keep going. 

“Baby, you’re really wet,” he comments with a teasing tone and you pout at him. His fingers hook into the waistband of your leggings and he pulls them down as he travels with them, greeted by the sight of the damp cloth of your panties. He exhales with content, caressing your thighs in an up and down motion. You twist underneath him and he has to hold your hips down to calm you down, ���Patience is a virtue.” 

“I’ve been too patient, do some—Ah!” Your whining is interrupted once Jungkook moves your underwear to the side holding it with his free hand, fingers coming to trace the slick covering your pussy lips. He becomes entranced with the transparent gooey liquid, bringing them close to his face as he separates his fingers and sees a strand connecting between them. “Guk-ah, p-please…” Your needy voice brings him back to reality, delving his fingers back into your exposed heat but this time with intent. 

Jungkook’s thumb lifts the hood covering your clit, mouth coming down to give it a small tentative kiss. That action alone has you writhing above him, it makes him chuckle to himself as he dives back in. The moans you let out are loud and clear inside your bedroom, thankful that it’s only you and him inside your house. Your hand pulls at his hair, making him groan against you and the vibrations are felt throughout your body, only adding to the euphoric pleasure you already possess. His fingers trace the inside of your thighs until they reach your entrance, circling the fluttering hole which makes you pull at his hair harder and with your other you hold on to the bedsheets of the comforter tightly into your fist. 

Jungkook’s tongue is still working your engorged bud, but he focuses his eyes on you as he dips the first finger inside you. “Oh—fuck,” you let out in a breathy moan. He tries to maintain a rhythm between his two ministrations, but it’s hard when he wants to focus on all of them at once. “‘Nother, please,” you begged once he let your clit rest, quickly following your request by adding another into your warm heat. He lets out a breathless chuckle as he notices how easy it is to thrust both fingers inside of you, your whole crotch area is covered in slick and his wet chin is a dead giveaway to where he was seconds ago. 

He watches you unravel over him with such adoration, not even his wettest dreams or dirtiest fantasies could prepare him for this. Seven minutes in heaven he plans to stay in forever. “Guk-ah, I wan’ you. I-Inside, please.” You plead with teary eyes, and he slowly stops, removing his arousal covered fingers from inside you as he makes you sigh in the process. He kisses you again and again, your hazy brain is probably hallucinating all of this right now, but damn is it good. You tug at the crewneck he’s wearing, he’s too overdressed for this occasion. He tends to your demands, quickly getting rid of all the layers of clothing that stop him from being inside of you fully. 

“I don’t have a—“ 

“I’m on the pill.”

You both speak at the same time, making each other chuckle. Jungkook gulps at the idea of taking you raw as the first time together, and you salivate at his hardened length; the head already oozing precum out and you want nothing more than to wrap your lips around it and lick the tip up. You’re just about to when Jungkook quickly grabs your wrist to stop you from reaching him, you look up at him with the big sparkly eyes he has loved for too long. 

“I just—I wanna be inside you right now,” he sheepishly admits, and you smile with a nod; sharing the sentiment. You back up until your head rests on the pillows comfortably, relaxing into the mattress as you wait for Jungkook to ready himself. He places a kiss on your lips before placing a hand next to your head, using it as leverage above you. His free hand takes his cock and rubs the tip along your folds, making you squirm with anticipation. Jungkook chuckles, “Are you ready?” He asks with a sweet smile. 

“I’ve always been,” you whisper, your hand tucking a strand of his long hair behind his ear. 

A caress to his cheek as he nods, slowly pushing the head of his dick into you. You bite into your lip hard, it’s been a while since you had sex with someone and Jungkook’s size and girth was different from the rest. Your walls are tight around him and he has a tough time trying to reach the hilt with you squeezing him so hard, “Baby, relax for me.” He pleads and you nod apologetically, breathing in deep as you feel him reach parts inside of you, you didn’t know existed. Once he’s all the way in, he waits for you to give him the go ahead while he presses kisses into your heated cheek. You wrap your legs around his waist and give him a nod, letting him know he was allowed to start thrusting.

Jungkook manages to hit all the right places, keeping a steady pace as he enters and exits you each time. You’re left to moan and writhe underneath him, letting him take you as he pleases. Your kisses become messy, teeth biting into each other’s lips, teeth grazing against each other as you both tried to fight for the dominant position. It’s that heavy makeout that incites you to push at his shoulders, making him turn in his back, exiting you in the process. Jungkook pants, chest rising and falling with quickness as you straddle his lap, arms connecting behind his neck. 

“You always want to win, right?” He chuckles with half lidded eyes, enjoying the way your pussy lips grinded over his twitching length. You bat your eyelashes at him, offering him an innocent smile. The same technique that used to get you everything you wanted when you were younger. Same determination as you seek for what’s yours. He’s under you after all, still a victim to your charms.

Jungkook takes the bulbous head of his cock and teases it in your clit, if you weren’t holding on to him tight you would’ve collapsed into his chest. And by the way you moan his name out, he knows you’ll always look for him no matter the weather. “What a pretty girl,” he coos into your hair and you pinch his nipple in retaliation which only makes him groan in return. “My pretty girl.” He states before sinking himself deep into you again, sighing at the feeling of your hips circling over him. His rough hands guide them as you bounce up and down his length, moaning every time you rose and hissing when you came back down. 

He makes sure to keep this image engraved on his head forever. Your breasts bouncing over his face, your thighs working extra hard to keep up with his thrusts, and the way your sounds bounced off the walls of your bedroom. 

“You’re doing s-so good, baby.” Jungkook praises you, kneading your ass cheek. “Taking my cock s-so well,” he falls into a trance of admiring the way his length would appear and disappear inside of you, covered in a thick layer of your arousal. It makes him drill into you faster, sitting properly against the bed’s headboard as he takes your hips with force. He’s too turned on to keep treating you so delicately, and the way you moan and pant at the increase in speed only lets him know you enjoy him like this way more. “I-Is it good, baby? Am I-I fucking you well?” He asks in between rapid thrusts, your thighs had given out by then. 

You nod and a whimper escapes your lips, “Y-yes, Guk-Ah. S-so good, feels amazing.” Your praise is honest, the fucked out tone in your voice is a clear indicator of how well of a job he was doing. A minute longer and you’ll be right on cloud nine, never wanting to come back down. “Wanna cum Guk-Ah, plea—“ There’s no need for you to even finish your sentence because his thumb rubs your clit in figure eights, making you groan with the intensified feeling of his hips circling inside you deliciously. You can almost see the blinding white light ahead as Jungkook kisses you feverishly. You feel tears escape the corners of your high, the familiar feeling tickling inside you as Jungkook’s thrusts don’t let up. ‘‘Ah! Yes, yes, fuck,’’ you cry out once your orgasm hits. Jungkook holds you close to his chest, trying to soothe your shaking body with his arms. Your walls squeeze and relax continuously around him, it serves him as the impulse he needs to chase his own high. 

‘‘I love you, Jungkook,’’ you confess in between panting breaths, ‘‘so much.’’ 

His release shoots out and he groans, digging crescent moons into your hips. You hiss at the sensation, but giggle at how his eyes are screwed shut and brows still furrowed together, as if he was holding on to the last of his orgasm. In reality, Jungkook is just hoping that once he opens his eyes you’ll still be in his arms. Your fingers tilting his head to face you are very much real, he sees spots once he opens his eyes as they adjust to the room’s lighting. 

‘‘I love you too.’’ He says with a fixed gaze and you coo at how perfect this is.

You’re twenty-two when Jungkook’s finally yours.

You’re both twenty-three and it’s another weekend spent at his apartment, he’s been playing for three hours now and you’ve given up on having him pay attention to you. Deciding to switch your plan around and join him instead, if only he would let you play.

‘‘Jungkook, you said it was going to be my turn five rounds ago!’’ You complain with a pout, crossing your arms across your chest. 

His gaze is still stuck on the T.V screen, ‘‘Baby, shhh, you’re gonna make me lose.’’ He mumbles as he tries to remain concentrated on the game in hand, but he can hear your humph’s from behind him, ‘‘Patience is a─’’

‘‘Virtue, yeah, who cares.’’ You interrupt him with a roll of your eyes, familiar with the saying a little too well. ‘‘Hope you remember that for later tonight,’’ you add in a mumble, but he doesn’t hear it because of the loud sounds coming from the game on the screen. 

‘‘What did you say, babe?’’ He asks with a raised brow, hitting the buttons of the controller with expert ease. 

‘‘I’ll call your mom and tell her you don’t wanna share.’’ You joke with a threatening voice, but Jungkook knows better than to take your words so lightly. He pauses the game and turns to look at you with an are you serious? expression on his face, you giggle as you’ve finally got what you wanted. 

He apologizes by covering your face with kisses, pleading for you not to tell on him with his mom. You promise not to do so this time, knowing that the woman was probably tired of having to scold his son at his big age. 

Plus, ever since Jungkook surprised you with the almost exact replica of the Valentine’s Day card you gave him all those year back, you’ve taken advantage to tease him even more knowing he’s at your beck and call. You always remind him that he came close because the stickers he used were not like the ones you had, but he remembered to add the hearts on the I’s so that’s good enough. 

‘‘Alright you can play, but━!’’ He says after he finishes his attack of kisses, ‘‘I’ll be your guide, I can’t risk you messing my record up, no offense baby.’’ None taken as you nod excitedly, you’ll always take whatever chance he gives you. 

Jungkook’s finally learned how to share his toys after all.

[engineeredfiction]

A Stranger In the Galaxy Ch. 1

I took a bit longer on this because I was still trying to make up my mind if this should be a reader insert or an OC. Womp womp.

Rating is Teen for prologue and chapter 1 of part 1, which is also out! It will definitely change if you know what I mean. (nudge nudge wink wink)

Word count: 1.2k (it's a short one, chapter 2 is a chonker though)

Warnings: I didn’t edit this. Soz.

This AU is a crossover of Star Wars, Dune, and my own imagination. If you know/read the Dune series you’ll see similarities between the Sisterhood in this story and the one in Dune. Some are the same and even more modified. I can do what I want, it’s my world building.

Prologue

Part 1: The Way To Mandalore

Chapter 1: Dangerous Quarry

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Mando drummed his fingers on his thigh plate. Greef Karga told him to come in at this time and the man hasn’t shown up.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

He closed his eyes behind his helmet and his mind drifted elsewhere. He has no ship, no Grogu, and the tension between him and Bo-Katan Kryze was dangerously high. His thumb involuntarily ran across the hilt of the Darksaber. The weight of responsibility and history made the weapon heavier than what it actually weighed. If he had known about about it before capturing Moff Gideon, we would have grabbed Bo-Katan-

“Mando!” Greef’s voice pulled him back to the present. “I am sorry to keep you waiting. Clients keep me on my toes-”

“What’s the job?” Mando bluntly asked.

“Down to business as always,” Greef grinned. To his side he grabbed a glass and the bottle of spotchka. “I would offer you some, but I already know the answer.” He threw back his glass and exhaled loudly. “How’s the loaner working for you? Is she in good shape for another hunt?”

Mando thought about the beat up light gunship, Gida. It was older than he was, probably older than Greef. Yet, it ran better than the Razor Crest, most of the time. “She’s good. How many quarries do you have for me?”

Greef stopped mid pour of this second glass of spotchka. He hesitated, “One.”

“Is the work that slow?” Mando drawed out. He wanted his own ship and it seemed he would not get it any time soon.

Greef sipped his glass this time. “No, business has been steady. This bounty is the price of many.”

Mando didn’t respond.

“The quarry...doesn’t have one client. There are two who are asking for her. A New Republic science officer Lieutenant Kell Finnall, currently on Coruscant, he is offering four hundred thousand credits.” Mando’s entire body froze stiff. Greef could see that the air was sucked out of Mando’s lungs. “Tauris Security out on Lantillies, you’ve heard of them? They’re looking for the same person. They’re offering four hundred fifty thousand credits. Their first offer was considerably lower, I told them they had some competition. Well, they made a call a few minutes ago and raised it.”

“Why so high?” Mando breathed again. He was hesitant to know why, the last time he took on a high bounty he gained a son and became an enemy of the Empire.

“They didn’t give me the details. Uh, they both want the quarry unharmed and alive. No carbonite. The Republic officer did mention she could use deadly force, I’m sure nothing you can’t handle. But Tauris Security insisted she was extremely dangerous and had killed two of their guards.” Greef waited for a response that would never come. He pulled the puck out of his pocket as if it were delicate. “Apparently never had a chain code before...before coming across Finnall.” He pushed the puck towards Mando. “Now to decide where the quarry should go. New Republic or this company.”

“Never heard of Tauris Security. You have anything on them?”

“Not much. Just provide security details in the mid and outer rim. It’s legit.”

Mando cracked his knuckles and proposed his idea, “The bounty combined with the warning is interesting. She is either extremely dangerous or valuable.”

“Or both,” Greef interjected. He poured a third glass of spotchka. “I insist you take this quarry. I don’t trust anyone else. And the credits! For you! For me! You would be set for life and then some, a new ship, perhaps a home on Naboo? Now the choice, New Republic or Tauris? I’ll leave that up to you. Visit each of them first before you make your choice.”

Mando bit his tongue softly. His instincts told him to be cautious, but it didn’t give him fear. If this quarry is as dangerous as people are saying and I die, what of it? His mouth dried up and his stomach churned, but it excited him. The thrill and allure of danger and possible death gave him energy, life.

“I’ll take it, “ Mando stretched out his hand for the puck.

Greef slowly handed it over to him. “I would wish you good luck, but I know you don’t need it. Remember, keep her alive and safe-”

“-and no carbonite,” Mando repeated the requirement from earlier. He started to leave but Greef’s parting words stopped him.

“And Mando, come back and-” Greef stopped himself from mentioning The Kid, “we’ll have a drink to celebrate your success.”

The streets of Nevarro City were just as pleasant the last time he was here, with Grogu. Mando strode through the city, his destination was a shop that sold the supplies he needed. That little green womp rat and his ears. Mando knew he did the right thing, but the right thing felt so lonely and heavy. These were feelings he had not experienced in a long time and this deeply. If Grogu was the price of Beskar, what could this quarry be at four hundred thousand credits, four hundred fifty thousand credits.

Is she a Jedi? Like the one that took Grogu? I might not have a chance.

“Sir? Sir?” the shopkeeper shouted to grab Mando’s attention, he pointed to the stack of rations. ‘Are you ready?”

Mando looked down at the rations he held close to him. He was puzzled as to how he got to the store, picked up what he needed, and stood in line without remembering any of it. “Yes, sorry.” Mando placed the rations in the sack the shopkeeper offered up and pulled out his credit bag.

The lava flats weren’t too far off from where he landed Gida. The outside of the light gunner ship looked decent, if a bit old. Everything was attached properly and there were no signs of laser blasts. An aging Twi’lek, a friend of Greef’s, loaned him Gida.

“She’s seen her time,” the Twi’lek said as he patted the hull when Mando first saw the ship. “She might have a few bumps coming out of hyperspace, but nothing serious.”

I’ll keep that in mind.

Mando felt his shoulders slump as his chest seemed to increase in weight. The Darksaber felt alive and throbbing at his hip. He pushed a code on his vambraces and Gida’s side door opened. The wind was blowing, he knew that without having the tactical display on, the bits of dried dirt and pumicite swirled along the ground. An instant spark of curiosity sprung in him. He placed the bag of goods by the entrance of the ship, his helmet followed. Mando took a deep breath, the air smelled acrid. The breeze whipped around his head, soft like something he couldn’t remember the name of. All the time he has spent on Nevarro, he never saw the lava flats with his own eyes. The lava was bright orange, the cooler parts jet black. It was an ugly boring sight to behind. Dust, dull mountains, browns, blacks, and orange from the lava, but they seemed richer in colour without the helmet. He inhaled again, savouring the pungent smells, smells he never experienced before. His eyes poured over the landscape the last time before he hopped into the ship.

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[nineteenninety-six]

can I have an Adam x Reader? if that's okay?? like Adam is 14 or something and he likes a girl and it's the first time he feels that way so he goes to his family for advice and they all prepare him and he goes and shoots his shot ??????

I switched up the request just a lil bit soz. Also, let’s say Adam is like 15/16 here. Sorry for how morbid it gets at the end, I didn’t know how to end it.

I’ve got a sibling fic idea with Adam and Rose that I wanna hopefully post this week, along with a Tommy Shelby angst one.

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When Adam walked out of school the last thing he expected to see was his father outside, leaning on his car not far out from the school gates. It most definitely didn’t help that he was walking with his crush and Adam knows that his father doesn’t miss anything even if nothings been said.

As soon as he catches his father’s eyes, Adam freezes in his spot causing the girl next to him to stop as well and look at him in concern.

“What’s wrong?”

His father interrupts him before he’s able to reassure her.

“Adam!”

The tilt of his fathers head tells him that he needs to hurry up.

“I-uh, my dad’s here to pick me up but I’ll see you on Monday?”

The girl enthusiastically nods and smiles at him, “Of course, I’ll see you Monday.”

After throwing one last smile at his friend, Adam runs out of the school gates and over to his dad.

“Hey, dad!” Adam had seen very little of his father over the past week or so since he had been busy with work.

“Orright?” Tommy ruffled Adam’s hair before he opened up the car door and motioned him in.

“Uh-huh. How come you’re picking me up today?”

“I finished at the office early so I thought I’ll come pick you up. Is that a problem?” Tommy raised an eyebrow at his son but the teasing smile on his lips told his son he was only teasing.

“I mean…” Adam played along.

“Would you have rather walked home with your friend?”

Adam blushed as soon as Tommy mentioned his friend, his cheek becoming red. 

“Ah,” Tommy said, a glint in his eyes, “Not simply a friend. A crush.”

Adam’s blush increased and he slumped in his chair, embarrassed.

“What’s her name?”

“Matilda…” Adam mumbled, feeling utterly embarrassed. 

“Is she in your class?” Tommy asked

“Yeah.”

Tommy simply hummed and didn’t speak for the rest of the journey and when they pulled up outside of the house, Adam jumped out of the car and ran into the house, not wanting to be confronted about his crush again.

He didn’t leave his room until it was dinner time and he hoped with all his heart that his father didn’t tell his mother about his crush because while his father might tease him, he’ll let him be but his mother would be all over him, blowing it out of proportion and bombarding him questions about the girl.

His mum didn’t act any different than what she usually did which reassured Adam but as he ate dinner he realised that this would be a perfect opportunity to get advice in a non-obvious way.

“Mum, Dad, how did you meet?”

(Y/N) looked up from her plate, an eyebrow raised at the randomness of Adam’s question.

“We knew each other from school, why?”

“Just curious.” Adam acted nonchalantly, “And...uh, how did you start dating?”

A grin came across (Y/N)’s face as she remembers the day they had confessed to each other, “You’re father was too shy to say anything so your uncles ended up telling me that he had a crush on me, so I confronted him and we confessed to each other.”

Adam spied a light brush on his father’s cheeks as his mother revealed what happened, he couldn’t believe that his mum was the one to went to his dad.

“Dad was shy and nervous?!”

 “Hmm, he was the absolute sweetest.” (Y/N) threw her husband a smile before she turned back to Adam. “Now, what’s with all the questions? Is there a girl you like?”

Adam turned to his dad with betrayal written all over his face, “You told her!”

“I didn’t tell her anything!” Tommy countered

 “What are you two not telling me?” (Y/N) asked with wide eyes.

Tommy didn’t say anything as it wasn’t his thing to tell but he shot a look towards his son, urging him to speak.

“...I have a crush.” Adam mumbled.

(Y/N) gasped, “You do? Who is it?”

“Matilda Shaw.”

(Y/N) gasped again and clasped her hands together, “Oh Matilda Shaw!”

(Y/N) turned to Tommy and tightly gripped his arm, “Tommy, he likes Matilda Shaw!”

“I heard.” Tommy rolled his eyes but he had a loving smile when he glanced down at her.

“Matilda Shaw!” (Y/N) repeated again.

“Mummm” Adam groaned.

“Okay! Okay! But, Matilda Shaw!” (Y/N) squealed, “Oh she so pretty Adam, does she know you like her?”

Adam shook his head, “No, I don’t think so.”

“You should.” (Y/N) told her son.

“I-uh, don’t know how.”

“Be yourself. Don’t try and be someone else because that’s not who she likes, she likes the Adam she’s known for years.”

It was Tommy who said, causing his wife and son to look at him in surprise.

“What? I know a few things.”

(Y/N) simply smiled and turned back to Adam, “Your dad is right. Be yourself which is nice, sweet, sincere and honest. And if she doesn’t return your feelings, don’t pressure her to accept it or demand why just accept her answer and move one.”

Adam nodded, taking his parents words as gospel. He hoped Matilda liked him back and that they could go on a date but if she didn’t, then he hoped that they could remain friends.

When Monday morning rolled around, his mother was smothering him before he left, making sure he remembered their words and wishing him luck before she sent him off to school. And he came back in the afternoon he found both his parents standing outside waiting for him to return,

“So? How’d it go?” (Y/N) asked, taking his blazer and bag from him as he walked into the house.

“Good.” 

‘“Good?’” His parents said at the same time.

“Is that it?” His mother continued.

“Yeah and uh, dad can you drop me and Matilda off in town on Saturday? We’re spending the day there as a date.” 

(Y/N) held in her squeal of excitement at Adam’s words, choosing to cling onto Tommy’s arm instead.

Tommy nodded, “Of course son.”

“Thank you. I’m gonna go do my homework now.” Adam told his parents before he ran up the stairs but instead of immediately going into his room, he stayed on the landing and listened out for his parent’s reaction and soon enough he could hear his mother squealing.

“Oh Tommy, our little boy is growing up so quickly, already going on dates and soon enough he’ll be going to university and getting married and having children -oh.”

Adam heard his dad laugh, “Calm down, he’s still a teenager, we have plenty more time with him.”

“You’re right.” (Y/N) sighed, “Time has passed by so quickly, I don’t like it.”

His parent’s voices faded after that, as they moved into a different room and Adam decided to spend more time with them after hearing what his mother said. He was growing up and he wanted independence like every other teenager but he realized, just like his parents wanted the make the most out of the time they had with him before he grew up, he wanted to make as many memories with his parents before they inevitably die.

[nad-zeta]

Hello! I sent a match-up rq for IkeVamp as anon by accident. I am a 5'4 INFJ girl. I like to read books and write poetry. Some people describe me as a chameleon since I fit in with everyone but that's because as an empath I easily understand people. I tend to have panic attacks a lot. I am also very bubbly and friendly. I have a habit of overworking and not taking care of myself when I am focused on work. I easily blush and get very flustered with the simplest act of affection. Thanks! Tag me

Hehe, thank you so much for the request dear❤☺! Hehe soz for making ya wait sooooo long! 😱😳I hope you enjoy this, love and I hope you have the best day! ❤🌻☺

So I match you with.................. Comte 

It's no secret that for Comte it was love at first sight. This man has lived a looooong time, so the second his golden eyes glazed over you, as you were looking at one of Leonardo's paintings he knew. His heart started hammering in his chest, and a quiet voice whispered that you were the one. 

He shook his head, thinking the thought preposterous, he had stopped believing in soulmates a long time ago. He turned to leave when suddenly you gave his sleaves a gentle tug. He turned around, and the second those golden eyes locked with yours, his heart had been won. You smiled a bright smile as you handed him the dropped pocket watch. 

For the first time in this man's life, his heart was beating out of his chest, and his mind was blank. He felt like a silly teenager at the way he was rendered speechless, the second your hands touched. And he swore at that moment it was like a blot of electricity that had gone through him, sending a spark down his spine. 

He quickly gained his composure and smiled his all so charming smile as he thanked you. He had to shake his head from the silly little thoughts of soulmates and the ones. He had lived long enough to know not to get too attached. That, vampires, did not have the luxury of getting the destined soulmate and that he was fated to live out his eternal life alone. 

Sending another charming smile your way, he bid you farewell and made his way home, back the way he had come, a few days before. 

The charming smile and warm golden eyes of the mysterious man had stayed with you as you continued to explore the museum. You wondered around soon finding yourself before a large door, and curiosity must have killed the cat cause you found yourself gently pushing the door open, to explore further.

You suddenly found yourself in a completely new place. Gone were the white walls and tile floors of the museum. You were now surrounded by old fashioned wooden floors and wallpapered walls. You continued on with your explorations, walking in on a dinner attended by a variety of different characters. Before you could apologize and excuse yourself a familiar face caught your attention. Comte stared up at you in awe, just how on earth was it possible that you were now standing before him once more. He strode to your side, gently taking you hand in his to invite you to join them for dinner and the rest was history. 

You quickly befriended everyone in the mansion with your bubbly friendly personality. Cause you were a bit of a chameleon, you found yourself effortlessly blending in and adapting to life in the late 19th century. TBH all the residence adored you and saw you as a bit of a mother figure, being able to relate to and understand them. 

The one person who had taken the biggest liking to you, was the lord of the mansion himself. He loved that you got along so well with the residents of the mansion. He enjoyed that light airy feel you had that surrounding you and made a point of it to invite you to the garden for tea and snacks every day. He loved your bubbly personality, and the two of you would chat for hours on end about everything and anything. 

Comte had to laugh at the way you had adopted the role of mansion mom. Often when the residents would get up to mischief *cough Arthur cough* they would run to your side to avoid daddy Comte's wrath. You had Comte wrapped around your little finger, whether you knew it or not. If Arthur had taken a prank too far, he could be found hiding behind you, to avoid a Comte scolding session.

Comte realized rather quickly that you would get so involved in your work that you would simply forget to care for yourself. Often he would find you passed out in the library from exhaustion. He would usually let out a small sigh followed by the most tender smile, as he makes his way to your side to drape his jacket over you shoulders, before carefully picking you up and taking you back to your room. "Ma Cherie, you mustn't push yourself so hard," he gently whispers as he dusts a small kiss on your forehead as he tucks you into bed.

When you walk up later that night, you will wake up surrounded by the warmth of Comte's jacket and the sight of Comte sleeping on the edge of your bed. You can't help but smile as you run you finger through his golden locks.

Within seconds golden eyes flutter open to meet yours as he gives you with a lazy smile. "Ah your awake, you must be hungry, come, my dear let's go and get you some food." He then gently takes your hand in his and leads you to the kitchen to make you something to eat. You can't help but laugh as one would think that having lived as long as this man, he would be able to cook. Nope! Sabastian ran into the kitchen, panicked at the scent of smoke coming from the kitchen. He burst through the kitchen doors to find a small fire and both you in stitches laughing at Comte's lack of culinary skills to even make toast. Sabastian simply shakes his head with a slight chuckle at his lord and instructs both of you to wait in the dining room, while he whips up some food for the two of you.

Comte will be sure to visit you regularly to make sure you are taking care of yourself. He will legit whisk you away every lunchtime and take you out for lunch at a new cafe. If he sees you have been neglecting your sleep, he will invite you to his room and then lead you to his sofa. You will curiously eye the man as he gently guides your head to rest on his lap, as he starts to pull his finger through your hair with the softest of smiles, "you honestly make me worry, Ma Cherie, please rest for a little while." Sleep instantly finds you as he soothingly reads to you as he plays with you hair. 

This man will be by your side in a split second whenever you have a panic attack. He will wrap you up in is stong arms, as he soothingly traces small circles on you back, while telling you to focus on the sound of his heartbeat. He will help you get you breathing under control all while whispering the sweetest most encouraging word in your ears. "I am here Ma Cherie, I will always be here for you." Once you have finally got you breathing under control, he with tenderly caress you face as he wipes away all the fallen tears. It breaks his heart to see you so distressed. He will gently pick you up and take you to his room where he will spend the rest of the day cuddling with you. 

This man loves to tease you! Loves how flustered you get at any signs of affection. He will legit surprise you with little acts of affections like small lil kisses or hugs just to see the blush spread across your face. 

Often, the two of you are spending time together. Sometimes you are simply just in the same room, each busy with their own tasks. After finding you, Comte can't bear the thought of being parted from you, so he will spend as much time as possible by your side. Sometimes this boi gets lonely while working alone in his office, so he will bring his work with him to your room and just plop himself down beside you reading on your bed and continue working. He will most definitely occasionally kiss you hand or cheek, as the two of you continue with your own task snuggled side by side. Sometimes the man wonders how he ever survived without you in his life, as you bring so much light and love into his life that he has never known. 

Loves the fact that you are such a bubbly friendly chameleon, cause his job requires him to make many appearances at different balls and banquets, and as the love of his life, he is always more than thrilled when you accompany him. The room is always dazzled by the two of you cuties. Each of you charming the crowd in your own special way, to build up and foster new business connection. The two of you honestly suit each other perfectly. 

If you are feeling tired from all the socializing, Comte will quickly pick up on your silent cues and lead you to the dancefloor and spend the rest of the night with you in his arms, twirling you around. Otherwise, the two of you will enjoy the quiet of each other company out on the balcony as you watch the night sky.

This man will melt whenever you pull him away from his work to take a cuddle break. He is legit the happiest man in the whole world whenever you guide his head to rest on your lap, as you read your newest poem to him, all while pulling your fingers through his soft golden locks. I hope you are ready to be doted on and spoilt rotten cause this man loves to shower you in endless amounts of love and affection. It just so happens that his love language is both physical touch and giving gifts. So you best be sure every time you go shopping with Comte the two of you will return home with arms filled with parcels and packages.

Comte thanks his lucky stars every day for finally meeting his soul mate, the love of his life and the missing piece to his puzzle. And as such will spend every day of your eternal lives together, cherishing and loving you! 

Other potential matches……………… Napoleon 

I hope you enjoy this, dear! And I hope you have a super good day! ☺🌻❤🦋

[daminettes]

made with love

hello thank you miss @fsketchart for this amazing idea ilu

It's warm inside the manor, It smells like, cinnamon, and brown sugar. The early morning light slants through the windows.

You see, Damian has been having a very rough week. Jason,Tim, Dick and him having been dealing with the Joker for the past few days, this has led him to many sleepless nights. On top of that he had to work his tail off everyday as an intern at Wayne Enterprises. Every morning he would be sitting on the couch facing the cozy fireplace that was in the middle of the living room with a blank expression on his face, and it made Marinette’s heart break. This morning it was even worse. He would not respond to anything she was saying due to sleep deprivation. She couldn't stand seeing her Damian like this. So she was determined to fix him right up.

Marinette thought it would be a great idea to make Damian some of her father's world famous cinnamon rolls!

-

Marinette tossed sugar, salt, milk, eggs, and milk into the bowl, and started to kneading the dough together. The room was quickly filled with an overly sweet sense that lead Jason and Alfred into the room.

Jason’s faces lit up like a Christmas tree, He quickly ran over to the counter and tried to take a quick lick of the spatula that was smothered in cinnamony goodness, but was quickly pushed away by Marinette’s hand.

“Aw come on rosy cheeks! Let me have a taste!”

“No Jason, These are for Damian, He has been having a rough couple of days so I decided to make him some of my dads famous cinnamon rolls for him! I’m going to drop them off later!” She said while trying to push him out of the room.

“That is very nice of you Miss Marinette.”

“Why, Thank you Alfred, Since you are being so sweet and patient would you like to try some of the frosting?”

“HEY THAT'S NOT FAIR I WAS BEING NICE,” Jason screamed at the top of his lungs. But was clearly ignored by Marinette and Alfred.

Marinette quickly grabbed a spoon and scooped up a big portion of the heavenly cream.

Alfred slowly accepted the spoon and he was amazed.

“Wow Miss Marinette this is amazing, Your father is very talented. I could practically taste all the love you put into it!”

“Thank you Alfred, I poured my heart and soul into this” Marinette quickly smiled.

“THIS IS NO FAIR I WANT SOME!!!”

-

By the time Marinette was done with the cinnamon rolls it was already noon.

“Hey Jason, Do you think its ok if you dropped me off at Wayne Enterprises? I know Damian has been tired and I think it would be a good idea to drop these off for him now.”

“Only if you let me try one of your cinnamon rolls.”

“Ugh fine”

Jason quickly ran up to Marinette bouncing up and down on the tip of his toes. He practically snatched the warm cinnamon roll out of Marinette’s hand.

As soon as he took his first bite, His face lit up. The cinnamon roll practically melted in his mouth, It was quite dense but still so soft and airy at the same time. How is that even possible?

“Wow pixie-pop! These are amazing! Damian is going to love these!”

“I sure hope so”

-

They both quickly made their way to Wayne Enterprises. Marinette was a nervous mess. Sure she has been dating Damian for about a year but still? She just wanted to see him happy. She missed his sweet smile he used to flash at her whenever she walked into the room.

“Hey Don’t worry Marinette! I'm sure these are going to make him feel ten times better!”

“I'm just scared, He hasn’t been himself lately, And I hate seeing him like this.”

“Trust me it will be fine”

They both made it up to the floor Damian was working on. Jason quickly knocked down the door causing Damian to jump.

“Hey whats up Demon Spawn!”

“What do you want. I'm not in the mood for your bullshit.”

“Hey no need to get your panties in a twist! I have a little surprise for you!”

He quickly pushed Marinette in front of him as if he was showing off an award.

Damian quickly got up to his feet and made his way towards his angel.

“Angel, What are you doing here? Is something wrong?” He questioned while scanning her for injuries.

“Im fine Dami, I just came here to check up on you, I know you haven't been feeling the best so I decided to make you some sweets! I hope you like them!” She smiled while handing him the book full of sweets.

The little box was wrapped around with light pink fabric with little hearts on it. It was tied up with a white silk ribbon. 

How adorable, Damian thought to himself.

He quickly undid the ribbon and was hit with a sweet fragrance that made his body feel warm and loved.

“Angel, You shouldn't of have.” He said while pulling her into a bear hug.

“I just wanted to make you feel better, I hate seeing you like this.” She said into his chest.

“What would I ever do without you,” He said while placing a lil kiss onto Marinette’s hair.

“Come on already take a bite! Tell me what you think about it!” Marinette said while bouncing around.

“Oh alright.”

Damian quickly picked up one of the cinnamon rolls and took a big bite.

This is incredible! How can someone be so talented? He thought to himself.

“Angel, These are amazing, Thank you so much,” Damian gushed while placing a light kiss onto her lips.

“Did they make you feel better?” Marinette questioned.

“Ten times better.”

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What took you so long?

Part 3- Daddy’s garden

Liam had been assassinated, Drake had left Cordonia before this. He had heard from Savannah about his friend- he felt guilty not returning. Someone had blackmailed him to not return, with only his sister knowing the truth. Leo had taken over the throne in place of his brother due to there being no heir....

*CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY*

{Drake x Riley}

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******

“Hello, Riley.” Liam said sheepishly.

Riley felt like she was in a nightmare. A nightmare that she couldn’t wake up from. Did the last three years even exist? What was even happening?

“Li...” she finally managed to whisper. Accepting that he was here in the flesh. She released herself away from Leo’s embrace. Ambled towards Liam, reaching out for him- her fingers brushed down his body slowly.

“It’s really you. You’re really here.”

“I’m so sorry.”

Cupping her cheek, lifting her chin up to meet his gaze. Leaning in for a kiss, he was moments away from touching her soft skin. Her wet eyes, soon glared with anger- the heat from her body could have potentially burnt him. Pushing him away from her, he could now tell that he had broken her. Raising her hand, she slapped him across the face- the applaudable noise echoed throughout the room. Liam felt his cheek sting - he couldn’t blame her. Leo had already attacked him.

“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? TO US?”

“I had my reasoning Ri, I will do everything in my power to beg for everyone’s forgiveness.”

“You’ve fucked gaining my forgiveness.... I don’t give a shit about me but how could you leave your child? For forcing your brother to take the wrap for you? Don’t even answer me!”

Riley was heartbroken at the same time as being furious. Mainly feeling sadness for Liam Jr- the innocent child in all of this. Turning around she noticed Drake and Leo sadly looking at her, before focusing her gaze on Olivia.

“Liv, please tell me I’m wrong. Did you know?”

“Yes.. he’s been with me at my Duchy. Bastien came to update him all the time about Liam Jr.” The Duchess responded with no sign of empathy- it was as if the situation was normal and common in real life.

“I swear to god if you wasn’t expecting a child I’d rip your fucking head off that perfect body of yours! Is it his?”

Riley’s eyes pleaded with her for an honest answer. Olivia avoided her gaze not answering her question, looking at Liam instead. That was all Riley needed to know. Feeling betrayed, she thought back to when she was in labour with Liam Jr.

“Jesus Riley. Get to the toilet next time. Not very ladylike pissing yourself.” Maxwell said.

Before Riley could respond she screamed in excruciating pain, falling to the floor. Olivia ran over, and saw the colour slowly drain from Riley’s face.

“Her waters broke Maxwell! Get Leo!”

Riley was crawling about the floor, scared, anxious. The time was finally here. Liam wasn’t here. She needed him.

“It’s too early.... Liv... I’m only 37weeks. I can’t lose him.”

“Get up woman, we need to get you to hospital breathe! I’m here to support you.”

Olivia helped Riley up, Leo came storming into the room- with a concern look on his face. Scooping her up in his arms, he led her to the back entrance of the palace- where the SUV waiting to escort them to the hospital privately.

“Ri, just breathe. I’ll come with you.”

“I don’t ... I need Liv or Hana. You don’t want to see my vagina! Soz... arghhh.”

“Fair point. I love you and I love my little nephew who’s just too eager to see us all.”

Riley was in labour for 6hours, Olivia never left her side. Feeling like Riley was breaking her hand- she needed to support her and fight through the lack of pain she was having in comparison to Riley. Throughout the labour, she placed a cold compress on Riley’s head constantly, also rubbed her back. She was the perfect birthing partner, Riley believed.

After one last push, the two women heard the tiny cries. Both their hearts filled with joy.

The midwife placed the baby boy onto Riley’s chest. Skin to skin. She began crying uncontrollably and noticed the Duchess also shed a tear.

“Hey, you. I’ve waited so long to finally meet you. You look so much like your daddy.”

Riley placed a long kiss on the newborn baby. Holding his tiny hands, smelling that newborn scent. She had fallen in love immediately.

“Thank you Liv. You’re the best friend anyone could ask for.”

She pulled her friend in for a hug. Olivia felt guilt rising through her body. Faking a smile to the exhausted women she replied.

“Anytime. Congratulations Riley.”

She stormed towards the door, Leo grabbed her, holding her close- pleading with her not to leave. He felt the exact same feelings, but they needed answers.

“Ri, don’t run. We all need to talk, to gain closure!”

“No, Leo! I’ve heard enough. I’m going to see MY child. My child that Olivia was my birthing partner for. Knowing that Liam was alive all this time. I don’t want to even look at them. Please just let me go.”

*****

Riley ran through the palace, she didn’t know how she had gained this much energy. Knocking on Hana’s door, she immediately raced to Liam Jr. Cradling him in her arms, kissing him tenderly. Hana couldn’t comprehend what had made her friend this emotional.

“Ri?”

“Liam’s alive. Olivia and Bastien knew all this time. Oh and Liam Jr is having a sibling.”

“Are you pregnant? Who with?”

“No not me. Olivia!”

“WHAT?”

Before Riley could respond Hana, flung the door open nearly taking it off it hinges. Sweet little Hana, was furious and now like a different person. She had seen her friend go through all this heartache all for what?

****

Drake and Leo stood in the room scowling at the three other people in the room. Drake was unsure about his relationship with Riley- last night made him feel complete. He had always loved her, but now Liam was alive, would she eventually want Liam back? They have a child together- Drake wasn’t only the third wheel in this relationship, now potentially Olivia and her child was.

“How could you do that to her Li?”

“I didn’t have a choice Drake, he threatened you, he threatened me, he threatened the whole country.”

“So you planned to fake your death? Leaving behind a beautiful fiancée who loved you and a gorgeous intelligent kid? Why Liam?”

“I never intended it to stay a secret this long. I loved Riley and I’ll love my son. I felt a failure. My country was falling apart. Anton threatened to kill me or told me to fake my death- not knowing that I changed the law so Leo could take over. He believed that he would take over the throne. I didn’t want him to hurt Riley or my child.”

“Rather than run why not unite everyone together? Fight him! I stupidly ran but you had more support, more power than I did. I’m just a commoner, I did what was best for my family- you had no excuse. I kept in touch with Savannah at least! Instead you leave your family, force your brother to pick up your shit. And I assume begin another family?”

“I don’t blame you for leaving. I fully understand what predicament you was in. I want to get to know my son.”

Before Drake could respond, Hana barged through the door- not really knowing what she was doing, she stood in front of the former King- perfecting a groin shot at him before punching him. As she pulled her hand back, she shook it as her face grimaced ever so slightly. Leo smirked at her- he never knew this shy sweet woman could throw a punch like that. Grabbing some ice to sooth the pain she must have just consumed- Leo had hoped she hadn’t caused any damage.

“You can get to know him Liam, but a father doesn’t do that to his child! You left him too long. You have a lot of making up to do!”

“I know Lady Hana.”

“And for you Olivia, Riley thought you was her friend. Instead you betray her in so many ways. I’m so disappointed in you.”

Drake pulled Hana in for a hug before taking her out on the balcony for fresh air. Both of them taking deep breathes, they noticed Riley outside holding Liam Jrs hand protectively. She was helping him dribble a football- he shot it into an invisible goal. He looked up to his Mom, with the biggest cheesiest grin before she picked him up celebrating his achievement, ending it with a high five. Hana noticed Drake fixated on Riley.

“Are you okay Drake?”

“Yeah.... She’s a brilliant mom.”

“Damn right she is....she had all of us to support her, but she’s done an incredible job on her own. What happened last night between you two?”

Drake gulped, his hand began to rub his neck. Were they the court gossip now? It didn’t matter. Because Liam being alive would replace that ‘old’ gossip in a flash.

“Er.. we had words. We had sex. I didn’t want to rush things. I felt guilty. I love her Han. I always have. But she made her choice once upon a time picking Liam. She will pick him again. I just wished I could keep control of my feelings to save all this heartache.”

“Drake, she loves you too. Do you really think she’s going to pick that ass? Liam Jr is her priority. He always has been. Look at her now, she hasn’t ran into Liam’s arms knowing he’s still alive. She’s with her son. And I know she will want to talk to you at some point.”

****

“Mommy can we go and see Daddy’s garden?”

Daddy’s garden- the memorial garden that everyone put so much effort into creating a tranquil place - where Riley took her son to remember Liam. The little boy loved this place- Riley now hated the fact that the reasoning behind this garden was all a lie.

“Of course darling. Shall we go to the kitchen first and have a picnic?”

“Can I bring some toys too?”

“Yes, baby.”

Riley and Liam Jr arrived at the garden that was filled with a riot of colour. Carefully placing the picnic blanket on the ground, Liam scattered his toys around the area, whilst Riley pulled out the food out of the wicker basket. She had quickly made some ham sandwiches and had brought some fruit and cucumber sticks. Just spending this time with her son, made her forget about the shitstorm that was slowly brewing.

“Hi daddy, we are having a picnic. Look.”

Yes, daddy look. Now you can physically look. This is hurting me so much. I don’t know how to tell him the truth.

“It’s Spider-Man. And green goblin. Green goblin is a naughty boy. He doesn’t like Spider-Man.”

That sounds familiar Liam Jr- it’s like you are reading our minds. Is Daddy the ‘hero’ Spider-Man and Anton is green goblin? Hero my arse. Which superhero lies and fakes their death? None.

Riley was knocked out of her trance as Liam Jr jumped into her arms- petrified. Wondering what had spooked the little boy- she realised when looked up, rolling her eyes.

“Hey, Casper!” Riley sarcastically snapped at Liam, shortly before seeing all her friends join her in the garden.

Leo decided that they needed to speak, so picked his nephew up, playing hide and seek in the maze with Hana.

“Riley, please. I hate myself, I just want to get to know my son.”

“Oh your son. You actually care about him now?”

“I always cared Riley. I had no option. My biggest regret was leaving you both.”

Liam cupped her cheeks, tears falling down his own cheek.

“Please can I spend some time with him?”

Taking a deep breath- she didn’t want to the be the monster in all of this.

“Liam, I’d never stop you from seeing him. He’s your own fresh and blood.”

“Thank you. I know I don’t deserve this. I’m so grateful.”

Liam walked over to his brother who was now holding Liam Jr, Riley following him- she knew Liam wouldn’t hurt their child but still subconsciously was on edge.

“Hey Liam, how are you buddy?”

Holding tightly onto his uncle, he responded to the stranger- “I’m okay.”

“That’s good then. I’m sorry I haven’t been around. I- I ... I’m ..”

Liam looked at Riley, even though she was ready to actually murder him- she knew what he was attempting to say. Giving him an encouraging smile, he knew it had to come from him.

“Liam, I’m your daddy.”

“Mommy said you sleep with the angels.” Riley sunk her head to the floor, hating that she had now lied to her child unknowingly- she bit her lip waiting for Liam to respond but he was frozen. Realisation that Riley had spoken about him all the time to their son- broke his heart. She didn’t want his son to not know about him- to not forget his legacy.

“Daddy did. But he realised how much he missed you darling. So his sleepover ended and he came back to see you.” Riley interrupted as she grabbed her son, hugging him tightly. This was the hardest thing to say to a child at such a young age.

“I’m sure daddy would like a hug? Can you do that for him baby?”

The toddler nodded, kissing his mom on the cheek before running into Liam’s arms. Liam held his son for the first time, he never wanted to let go- uncontrollably crying he couldn’t contain his emotions. This was his son, and he had missed out on his life so far- he kissed his child on the forehead before Liam Jr dragged him over to play with his toys. Riley was still scrutinising every move Liam made with their son, now he was back - she wondered what his intentions would be. Needing some reassurance, she went to the person who had her back all this time.

“Leo, he’s not going to take him away from me is he?” Riley questioned him, worry in her eyes.

“Ri, I won’t allow him to don’t worry. He doesn’t deserve this- but you’ve been the civil grown up thinking about your child in all of this. You deserve better. Talking about better- Drake’s nipped back to the cabin. He believed you would need some space.”

“Why? Oh... could you arrange a car for me later? To take me there? I’ll let Li have this time with Liam first though.”

“Let me know when you’re ready.”

Riley hugged Leo, tightly. Out of all the people over the years he had been the most supportive- the playboy years had disappeared he had really stepped up to his King duties. Liam interrupted their hug.

“Thank you, so much Riley. For letting me have this time with him. I’m so sorry for how it all turned out. I did love you and a part of me always will- but you know our marriage was only for political reasons.”

“Oh, I know that. You know that. But I still loved you. I’m annoyed that we were so careless and brought an innocent child into this whole mess. But he means the world to me and I wouldn’t change him for the world.”

“That’s something we can agree on. Erm. I was wanting to propose to Liv, now my father has passed. I feel like I need your permission. You don’t have to tell me now.”- he was going to leave her with that bombshell, not expecting her to have an answer straight away.

“I’m not going to stop you Liam. You’re having a child with her even though neither of you have physically admitted it. Just don’t forget about our child- whenever you want to see him you’re welcome to.”

“I don’t deserve you. I never did. Thank you.”

Riley just nodded, how she kept so strong she didn’t know- she just wanted to breakdown in tears. Leo arranged for the car to be ready as soon as possible to get to the homey cabin. Getting in the car with Liam Jr, Bastien drove her to the secluded location- the silence was deadly. As he pulled up -he attempted talking to her, she ignored him. Not intentionally, she just didn’t want to regret all the vermin that could potentially be released. Closing the door, she fake smiled at the man before leaving the drive. Hesitantly, hovering her hand over the door, she didn’t know how Drake would react to seeing her. She didn’t need space- she needed him.

“Brooks? What are you doing here?”

“To mend a heart you didn’t break is part of loving a child you didn’t make.”

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100 Truths

Tagged by @hirvitank

Soz I ain’t bolding the text xoxo

1. Real Name: Mia

2. Nicknames: My parents call me munchkin. My friends call me Mia. My names too short 🤷🏻‍♀️

3. Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

4. Gender: Female

5. Nursery: Same as my first primary school. They were joint.

6. Primary school: I went to 3. Also not gonna list for my own privacy

7. Secondary school: Went to 1. It was shit.

8. Hair Colour: dark brown

9. Long or short: long. I want it to my shoulders tho

10. Loud or quiet: I’m loud around friends and quiet when I don’t know people very well

11. Sweats or jeans: sweats at home. Jeans when I go out

12. Phone or camera: phone

13. Health freak: hell nah. I love junk food. Wish I was healthier tho

14. Drink or smoke: Only socially

15. Do you have a crush on someone: Not really. I’m not social enough to have one

16. Political orientation: Labour. But isidewith told me Green so I guess that too.

17. Piercings: 7. 3 in each ear and 1 in my nose

18. Tattoos: I wish :(

HAVE YOU EVER [BEEN IN]:

19. Airplane: aye

20. Car *accident*: nope

21. Fist fight: nope

FIRSTS:

22. Piercing: ear lobes

23. Best friend: primary school. Her name was Holly. She was a bitch.

24. Instrument: violin (ik how posh)

25. Award: I got medals for Morris dancing. (Not the traditional kind. It was similar to cheerleading but without the gymnastics elements)

26. Crush: Guy from high school. In year 7

27. Language: English

28. Big vacation: I haven’t been out the country with my family. I went to Barcelona with school though

LASTS:

29. Person I talked to: My mum

30. Person I texted: my friend James

31. Person I watched: Uh what. My mum I guess cos I last saw her?

32. Food I ate: A chicken wrap

33. Movie I watched: Endgame. I’m scarred.

34. Song I listened to: 8 out of 10 by Drake

35. Thing I bought: LikeL1k3 by Jay Kristoff. It’s on sale for 1.99 on Amazon🤙

36. Person I hugged: My mum forced hugged me. In the nicest way. I’m not a big hugger

FAVES:

37. Food: Oooo um chocolate? Or lasagne

38. Drinks: Lucozade or Coca Cola

39. Clothing: Sweats. Anything baggy

40. Book: Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo

41. Colour: Purple

42. Flower: Daisy

43. Music: Anything tbh. I love 5SOS’ new era and Billie Eilish👅🤘 Imagine Dragons and The Score (v similar music)

44. Movie: Tangled or any Spider-Man

45. Subjects: Art/Science. Tho I’m not very good at them. Humanities like sociology and psych (doing psych in uni)

IN THE PAST YEAR IM

47. [] Kissed in the rain

48. [] Celebrated Halloween

49. [] Had your heart broken

50. [] Went over the minutes on your cell phone

51. [] Someone questioned your sexual orientation

52. [] Used a Weapon

53. [] Breathed Fire

54. [] Had an abortion

55. [X] Done something you’ve regretted

56. [X] Broke a Promise

57. [X] Kept a Secret

58. [X] Pretended to be happy

59. [] Met someone who changed your life

60. [X] Pretended to be sick

61. [] Left the country

62. [] Tried something you normally wouldn’t like, and liked it

63. [X] Cried over the silliest thing

64. [] Ran a mile

65. [X] Went to the beach

66. [X] Stayed single

CURRENTLY:

67. Eating: nothing

68. Drinking: nothing

69. Getting ready to: do revision (not going too well oops)

70. Listening to: One by Lewis Capaldi 😭😭

71. Plans for tomorrow/today: revision revision revision

72. Waiting for: a fuck to give. Sorry.

YOUR FUTURE:

73. Want kids: Yes

74. Want to get married: Nope

75. Careers in mind: Counselling

WHICH IS BETTER ON A PERSON/PARTNER:

76. Lips or Eyes: eyes

77. Shorter or Taller: taller

78. Romantic or Spontaneous: spontaneous

79. Nice stomach or nice arms: arms 👅👅

80. Sensitive or Loud: Both!!!!

81. Hook-Up or Relationship: relationship

82. Troublemaker or Hesitant: i like me a bad boi

HAVE YOU EVER:

83. Lost glasses/contacts: Yes

84. Ran away from home: nope

85. Held a weapon, for self defence: does fighting with my brothers count? I used a ruler?

86. Killed somebody: Nah

87. Broken someone’s heart: Nah

88. Been arrested: Nah

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

90. Yourself: No. I wish I did. I need to be nicer to myself.

91. Miracles: No

92. Love at first sight: Nah. I think you can have attraction at first sight tho

93. Heaven: Nah

94. Santa Claus: Nah

95. Easter Bunny: Nah

96. Magic: nah. Wish it was really tho. HoW CooL woULD thaT bE

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:

97. Is there one person you want to be with, right now: in a social sense?

Nah. I like my alone space.

98. Are you seriously happy with where you are, in life:

No. I wish I’d planned things out better. Everything has been thrown at me and I feel like I should be more organised, the way I like it, than just making impulse decision because I simply can’t be arsed.

99. Are you happy with the person you’re with:

I’m not with anybody. So no

100. Post as 100 truths and tag 5 people: @glitterprincelu @a-driftamongopenstars @madmadmilk @bellblake @goofy-gomez (lol you don’t have to it obvs)

[majesticmarais]

You rarely cry and stuff or talk about the things that make you sad and this particular day is a bad one and Jonah decides to cheer you up

This is trash soz

As you made your way home after a long day and finally flopped onto your bed, all your emotions poured out at once. You were usually the type to hold it all in, but everything that had been stacking up the past week had finally gotten the better of you and you broke down.

In moments like these it was hard to know which event triggered the tears, or if it was just everything collectively that had been upsetting you and making you sad lately.

You felt your phone buzzing beside you, which usually you would ignore, but you panicked internally when you saw the caller ID.

“Okay stop,” you whispered to yourself, wiping the tears from your eyes as you picked up the phone, trying to hold back your sniffles as you put on a fake enthusiastic voice.

“Hey babe,” Jonah chirped happily, but paused immediately after. “Are you crying?”

“No,” you lied, trying to conceal it even though it was obvious in your voice that you were already on the verge of crying again.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern prevalent in his voice even though it was just over the phone.

“It’s nothing Jonah I’m fine,” you bluffed again, covering it up with a weak chuckle, hoping he would let it go.

“I’m coming over,” he told you, and before you even had the opportunity to oblige, he had already hung up and was most likely on his way over.

You walked into the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face in hopes of it lowering the blotchiness and redness that had appeared on your face and around your eyes, but you knew it was no use because the tears kept pouring down your cheeks despite your best efforts to hold them back.

You heard the front door open and took a deep breath before walking out to greet Jonah, who’s eyebrows were furrowed in the middle as he looked at you.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” he asked as he approached you, immediately wrapping his arms around you, which only made you cry more.

“I don’t know why I’m crying,” you said, laughing in spite of yourself, “I’m just so stressed, my friends are giving me problems, there’s just a lot going on and I guess after ignoring it, it managed to catch up to me.”

“It’s okay to cry,” he cooed, rubbing your back, “I know you usually don’t but it’s better to let it out.”

He walked with you to your bedroom, and he made sure you sat down before jogging out of the room quickly. You lifted your eyebrow in confusion, but didn’t follow him, you didn’t have the energy to.

So instead, you just called out.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Cheering you up,” he called back, his voice coming from down the hall.

He ran back into the room, a bag of bite sized chocolates in his hand as he passed them to you, a cheeky grin spread across his face.

Jonah walked over to you, putting one arm under your legs and the other on your back as he pulled you up, laughing as you squealed slightly before resuming back to the sniffling sound due to your tears.

Jonah walked with you down the hall to the bathroom, where he had run a bath for you, big bubbles in it as he lit candles on the counter.

“Jo,” you breathed, your heart swelling at how sweet he was.

“I know baths make you feel relaxed,” he shrugged before placing you down on the ground.

He helped you undress and followed suite, holding your hand as you stepped into the tub, the warmth and the bubbles calming you down almost instantly as the last of your tears left your eyes, Jonah wiping them away with the pad of his thumb.

You sat between his legs and he pulled you back towards him, his arms wrapped around you as he trailed his index finger along the bare skin of your side, making you melt into him.

“Thank you, Jonah baby,” you whispered, turning around to kiss him before reaching for the chocolate, popping one into his mouth and then yours.

“Anything to make you feel better,” he said back, kissing the top of your head soothingly.

“Where did you even find the bubble bath? And the candles?” you asked as your eyes swept the bathroom, the dim light relaxing you more.

“Come on, Y/n, I know where everything is here,” he smirked, poking your side to make you giggle like it always did.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he said as he kissed you again.

The two of you sat there together, talking for what felt like forever, and you knew Jonah was all you needed to fix a bad mood, and just his presence lifted you up when you were low.

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Love & War | Part 10: Rewrite The Stars

Summary: Y/N is reunited with both her boys in England

Pairing: Bucky xReader x Steve

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Smut 18+. Soz

A/N: Come on, we needed some smut with post-serum Steve and Bucky.

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Love & War Masterlist

‘See you Monday,’ she called, pulling her coat around her as she left the building for the weekend.

Despite the war efforts, she managed to get some free time from trying to break Hydra codes. Over the weekend there was a skeleton team working, which rotated to make sure everyone got some time away from the dank basement. Thankfully, Y/N had this weekend off and she even got to leave early on Friday, even if was just by twenty minutes. Not that it meant much, she had been living in England for the last few months and hadn’t made any friends that she wanted to spend time with. She rarely spoke to anyone outside her team of codebreakers, and Howard Stark and Peggy Carter, the rare times they came to visit. Almost a month ago, both of them arrived and Y/N was over the moon. However, Peggy’s face made her heart drop, she knew something was wrong the moment she saw her.

She solemnly told her that both Steve and Bucky had gone missing behind enemy lines. Steve AKA Captain America, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at this whole thing, had went on a rescue mission after Bucky’s unit had been captured by Hydra. Neither of them had been heard from in weeks. Of course Steve would have risked everything to save Bucky, but this meant that she had now lost both of them. Neither Peggy nor Howard stayed long at the Allied base in the UK during their visits. The war kept pulling them both away from her. Howard asked how things were going in the codebreaking area and she were eager to fill him in.

And now she was eager to try and figure every single coded message the organisation sent just in case there was some word about her boys. But there of course had been no luck, although the team were able to crack some of the messages. Just nothing about where Bucky or Steve could be - although she had known that Hydra wouldn’t waste time on sending messages about them.

‘Y/N?’ a voice called, causing her to spin around. It was one of the very pretty blondes who worked upstairs, her lips were curled into a cheeky smile.

‘Hey, Lorraine,’ she replied. ‘What’s up?’

‘Did you hear that a plane just touched down full of soldiers on leave for the weekend?’ she smirked. ‘I even heard Captain America is back from the dead and right here.’

While she didn’t care about a group of sexually deprived soldiers hanging around the base, the mention of Captain America caused her ears to prick up. 

‘I...But everyone said he’s dead?’ she gasped.

Lorraine laughed, ‘I know right. But clearly ya can’t kill that man and he saved all these men. It was truly amazing, apparently! I was gonna head over, see if I could bag the great Cap himself. But I’m stuck in the office.’

This caused her heart to soar what if he had managed to save Bucky too? She had moved her engagement ring from her finger, adding it to the chain that held her locket. She wanted both of her boys close to her heart when she thought she had lost them. But now they could both be alive?

‘Where are they?’ she gasped out.

‘You think you can woo Captain America?’ Lorraine asked, her eyebrow cocked in disbelief.

Y/N tried to fake a smile at her comment, ‘Just wanna know, Lorraine.’

She shrugged, ‘The plane came in an hour ago. So I’d say in the pub?’

Without bothering to say goodbye, she turned on her heels and started to make her way to the pub. She didn’t care that she was still in the dress she wore to work or that she was carrying her handbag filled with work notes. She pushed any loose hair behind her ears, a woman on a mission, as she marched towards her boys.

It wasn’t a long walk from the army base to the pub and she barged through the door. Rolling her eyes at the wolf whistles that came her way from the horny soldiers, her eyes scanned the room. The pub was filled with soldiers and smoke lingered in the air making it difficult for her to maneuver through the establishment. Her heart was slowly sinking, what if Lorraine had got her information wrong? She was all but ready to go when she heard it. That laugh, she would recognise that laugh anywhere.

Steve Rogers, looking like a god in his brown army uniform while Bucky Barnes sat by his side surrounded by a group of men.

‘Room for one more, Captain Rogers?’ she said as she walked over to him, one hand on her hip. 

Both Bucky and Steve’s head snapped up at her words, eyes widening as she stood in front of them. Neither of them could believe that she was there, close enough to touch. Bucky nearly threw his chair back as he got up and grabbed her waist pulling her into a needy kiss, that was all tongue and teeth. She could hear the cheer go up in the pub as the dozens of soldiers saw the two love birds. Neither of them seemed to care.

‘Well, hello Sergeant,’ she breathed out when he finally pulled away. A fat tear rolled down her cheek as she looked up at him.

‘I thought you were dead,’ she whispered.

‘So did I,’ he replied, a smirk forming on his lips. But she noticed that something was different about him, that carefree attitude he had before he left Brooklyn was gone, replaced with something much darker.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at him, but he had pulled away, introducing her to the group of men around them. They called themselves The Howling Commandos. She smiled and laughed along with them, sipping slowly from the Gin and Tonic that appeared in front of her. Suddenly she felt a hand slip up her skirt and settle on her thigh. Her eyes widened as she realised that Steve was the one who had made the very bold move.

But before she could say anything, he stood up. ‘I’m sorry guys, but I’m calling it a night!’

There was groans around the table, but suddenly Bucky was on his feet, 

‘Steve’s right,’ he shrugged. ‘It’s late. I’ll walk you back to your apartment, Y/N.’

She narrowed her eyes knowing that this was not simply as innocent as they both made it out to be. But she nodded, pulling her coat on before she threw back what was left in her glass.

‘Barnes, I see why you like this one,’ one of the men called out, as she blushed slightly. 

Bucky shot him a cheeky grin before dragging her through the crowded pub after Steve.

‘So are ya gonna tell me how both of you are still alive? After going behind enemy lines into a Hydra base?’ she asked as they began to walk.

Steve chuckled and began to tell her exactly what happened, from jumping out of a plane, to escaping the burning building. Bucky held her tightly as she listened to his words. Her face covered in shock.

‘Are you sure you’re the same skinny idiot who couldn’t walk in a straight line without tripping over his feet?’ she asked, as they rounded the corner to her apartment building.

Stark had set up the America codebreakers very nicely. She had presumed that she would be living with a group of other girls, like most women involved in the war efforts did. But working for Howard Stark had it’s perks, so he had made sure they all had their own apartments to themselves. They all lived in the same building but at least she had her own space. It was extravagant and she hadn’t had guests in it before. But as she turned the key in the lock, looking back at both Steve and Bucky’s faces she knew that they didn’t care what her apartment looked like.

As soon as the door closed behind them Steve’s lips crashed against hers, while Bucky kissed down her neck, his chest pressed to her back.

‘I thought I’d never see you again,’ she whispered as Steve pulled away. ‘Peggy told me you were both dead.’

She shook her head, trying to fight the tears that had been threatening to fall ever since she saw them both. Bucky kissed her shoulder softly, his lips ghosting up her neck to her ear.

‘You’ll never lose us again,’ he promised, before spinning her around to kiss her.

Steve’s rough hands slowly untied her dress from her waist, before pushing it down onto the crowd. She shivered softly as his lips trailed down her neck and across her shoulder. Bucky’s tongue was still exploring her mouth, soft gasps falling from her lips as both men’s hands ran across her exposed skin. Bucky’s hands wrapped around her to unclasp her bra.

‘You boys don’t waste anytime?’ she asked, as he finally let go of her mouth. Just for his lips to fall to her breasts.

Steve chuckled darkly behind her, ‘If this war has thought me anything, you never know when it’s your time to go.’

His hands dipped to her ass giving it a hard squeeze, she could feel his erection press against her back. Bucky’s eyes flicked up to hers as his tongue danced over her nipple, as his left hand toyed with her other one. She let out a soft moan, her head falling back against Steve’s chest.

‘I think we need to go into my bedroom,’ she gasped out. ‘And as much as I love those uniforms, they need to go!’

They both chuckled at this as she pulled them by the hands into her bedroom. It wasn’t very big but neither Bucky nor Steve were concerned about the size of her room, as they pulled off their jackets and ties. Looking up at Bucky, she sank to her knees slowly, undoing his belt and trousers. Her fingers took their time to free his hardened cock, she loved teasing him. Usually Bucky would let her, but this time he gripped her hair tightly causing her to gasp out before he guided her mouth to his waiting cock.

She looked up at him as she began to take his length in her mouth, opening her jaw as wide as she could to take the thickness of him. About half way down his dick, she could feel him push against the back of her throat. Using her hand she gripped the rest of him to pull him off she hollowed out her cheeks to suck him. He groaned slowly as her eyes found his, never breaking eye contact as her head bobbed back and forth.

Suddenly she felt Steve’s hand grip her hair, causing her to stop. He smirked up at Bucky, as his free hand snaked around to play with her tits.

‘Do you want Sergeant Barnes to fuck that pretty mouth?’ Steve asked, causing her to shiver.

She nodded eagerly, which was enough for Bucky to thrust into her mouth with such force she would have fell backwards if it wasn’t for Steve. Neither of them seemed to care that tears ran down her cheeks as his cock hit her gag reflex over and over, until he suddenly pulled out. 

‘On your knees, doll,’ Bucky demanded, pulling her onto the bed.

She did as she was told, pushing her panties off as she climbed onto the bed. 

‘You’re gonna suck Captain Rogers’ dick, while I fuck that pretty pussy,’ he hissed in her ear. ‘Then he’s gonna fuck your cunt, because from what I’ve heard he can go all night. You want that right?’

She nodded eagerly, looking up at Bucky. Steve chuckled as he pushed his trousers off and got on the bed in front of her.

‘Gonna need to hear,’ he told her, his blue eyes darkened with lust.

She had to saw this more confident and demanding Steve really got her worked up. Thank God for that serum.

‘Yes, I want that.’

‘Yes who?’ Bucky snapped.

‘Yes Sergeant.’

‘And?’

‘Yes Captain,’ she moaned out desperate for one of them to touch her. 

She was already soaking wet from their hands on her tits, it had been so long since she was touched. She didn’t expect any of them to last very long and when Bucky pushed into her, she thought she would cum straight away.

Steve rubbed the tip of his head over her lips, before she parted her lips in a moan as Bucky’s hand began to play with her clit. Steve took his chance to push his dick into her mouth. Her moans were stifled around his length as he began to fuck her mouth in the same rhythm as Bucky was fucking her soaking pussy. Both men’s moans began to fill the room, as her muffled screams fell from her lips.

She was so turned on by the sight of both of them and it was the first them all three of them had been together since Steve became the great Captain America.

Without warning, Steve came hard in her mouth, cum hitting the back of her throat as she swallowed him up. The taste causing her head to spin, Bucky’s thrusts were growing more erratic his hand on her clit growing harder. 

‘Cum on Sergeant Barnes’ cock, Y/N,’ Steve demanded, and his words pushed her over the edge.

Her moans fell from her lips just as Steve pulled his dick out of her mouth. She could fell her pussy pulsate over Bucky’s cock. Her eyes growing fuzzy as she came hard for both her boys. It wasn’t long before Bucky was following suit, she felt the hot spurts of cum fill her pussy. 

He pulled out of her letting her fall on her back, as she tried to catch her breath. She threw her hands over her eyes as she felt the bed shift.

‘Oh, darling, I’m not finished with you yet,’ she heard Steve say just as he pushed into her.

She screamed out.

‘I don’t think we’ll be leaving this bed all weekend,’ Bucky purred.

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Terrace House!AU Mark

Genre: fluff, bullet point scenario

Word Count: 1.69k exactly ayyy

A/N please read the introduction before reading!

so same deal with Yuta’s scenario

you found out on the way to the house that ‘holy shit a member of nct 127 is going to be in the house with me wHaT dO I DO

you get to the house and settle in, meeting the other cast members

and it’s getting,,,really late,,,and everyone else is in the house except for nct boi

you and the other members are getting pretty concerned,,,but also really tired so one by one they all go to bed

except for you because you’re not tired yet plus,,,you’re so nervous to see who the member is you’re not sure you’d be able to go to sleep anyways

but it’s running on 2 in the morning and while you don’t have any work tomorrow,,,you know you should go to bed

and just as you’re shuffling past the front door the doorbell rings

you almost tripped and concussed yourself with how fast you ran to open the door

you opened the door to face a very exhausted looking mark lee

and you’re both so high key sleep deprived you can’t even really say anything

he gave you a soft smile and a little ‘hi’ and boi looked so soft and sle e py

so instead of trying to start a conversation you show him to his room and then,,,go to bed

well at least try to bc your heart is racing bc omfg your bias is literally two doors away from you

the next morning you wake up early bc someone is being hella loud in the kitchen

so you rub your eyes and make yourself a little more presentable before shuffling into the kitchen

and there is mark lee and oh no he found the eggs fuck

he looks up and recognizes you fro the night before and he smiles, which you return,,,but then you smell burning and you’re like “sHiT mARk the EggS”

and he doESn’T kNOw wHaT tO DO

so you rush over and grab the pan from him while he just kind of looks at you,,,in awe,,,bc

a) you know his name so are you a fan??? find out next week

and b) you look really cute in your pajamas while trying to salvage the burning frying pan

once you dispose of the disaster egg you turn to him with an exasperated sigh and low key scold him

“you know you can’t make eggs w h y would you d o that???”

but then you realize you just e x pose d yourself as a fan so you shut up real quick

but he just laughs and is like ‘glad to see we have a fan in the house’ while you blush so m u ch 

feeling a little bad for scolding him you decide to help teach him how to cook eggs lol and together you make a pretty simple breakfast for the other members

soon enough everyone is awake and sitting at the table praising you guys for your hard work while you and mark just look at each other and silently agree to not talk about the earlier egg catastrophe

the other cast members already knew each other from the day before so now all eyes are on mark

you feel bad for the dude bc he looks a lil uncomfy but he slowly warms up to everyone

every time someone asks about the difficulties of being an idol he just brushes it off like ‘eh I get to do what I love while making people happy so it’s all worth it’

eventually conversation lulls and people begin to clean up and now’s your chance to ask the question you’ve been dying to know the answer to

“ok,,,so like,,,despite being a trainee and an idol forever,,,did you ever have time to watch vines?”

and boy just lights up like ‘hELl YEA’ and you’re so relieved like thank god sm didn’t keep him from witnessing a cultural phenomenon 

i’m sorry idk what i’m writing lol

and miraculously boy doesn’t have any practices to go to bc all the units just ended promotions so now they have some time to chill and that’s the only reason he’s even allowed on the show

so the rest of the day goes by watching vine compilations and quoting your faves

you and mark get real close bc you guys are the only ones on the show your age,,,the rest are all in their thirties and like yea that’s not that old but you guys are kids y would you hang out with old people ew gross no offense this is for the purpose of the plot line soz

but then mark’s practices start to stack up again and you’re sad bc a) your closest friend on the show is barely there anymore and b) he left you with all the old people which you’re low key salty about cmon sm :(

but you guys still hang out as much as possible when he’s not at practice and you’re not at work

he tells you about all the shit the dreamies were pulling on kun the poor man and you tell him about funny incidents at work

but behind all the laughter you can see he’s tired but you don’t want to pry, especially since your every move is being recorded

so you try your best to make him happy and smile,,,like real smiles, not the fake ones he gives to other members sometimes

he thinks they can’t tell, but you can

sometimes you even go out to restaurants or even like arcades!

he’s even brought the dreamies a few times but that ended real quick after you almost got a black eye from renjun while playing laser tag don’t ask

so yea now you’re tight with dream (except renjun still feels bad about the laser tag incident)

(also he’s scared mark will skin him alive if he gets within a foot of you, he almost died the night of the incident by mark’s own smol hands)

one night the older guys left for some overnight bonding trip idek they were hella secretive about it you and the announcers are convinced they’re in love with each other but you’re in no place to out them

it’s really late like 3 in the morning but you’ve been struggling to go to sleep bc you’re waiting for mark bc he always tells you goodnight after getting home from practice

you’re just about to fall asleep when you hear the door open and you know it’s mark so you wait,,,but he never comes in

he just shuffles past your door to his room

and you’re really concerned bc he’s been looking extra beat lately and this is just the icing on the cake

so you go to the boy’s room and knock on the door but no response

so you push the door open and don’t see him 

assuming he’s in the bathroom you’re about to leave but then you hear sniffling,,,coming from the bathroom

and you’re just like ‘oh hell no my boy is crying’

the bathroom is the only place without cameras so you know he wants privacy

making sure you don’t have your mic with you, you go over to the bathroom door and knock, softly whispering his name

the sniffling stops and you hear him moving around before moving to the door

barely giving him a chance to open it you slip and close the door behind you, making sure the cameras can’t see him

and there he is, tired as hell, eyes red, cheeks puffy

you both look at each other before he starts sobbing

and you immediately pull him into you, holding him and swaying side from side, letting him get it out of his system before talking to him

when he finally calms down you slowly pull away and he won’t look up to meet your eyes,,,he’s a lil embarrassed shy bub

so you lift his head up to meet your eyes and you just softly scold him

“I’m your friend mark,,,you don’t have to be worried about being embarrassed in front i mean,,,I saw your eggs and those were horrible”

cue mark laughing a little and your heart sOaRinG

“you can tell me anything, i know you don’t want to make me worry but I worry more about finding you her like this,,,so please,,,rant to me,,,relieve your stress”

and, well, without cameras and mics, mark goes off

telling you about all the stress he’s accumulated from being in all the units an being one of the faces of the group, always having to be on different programs ad make the group look good

you guys are sitting on the floor, him leaning against you while you rub his back and listen, sometimes interjecting with your own thoughts on sm treat your idols better i stg smh

eventually he slows down and now you’re both sitting on the bathroom floor, about to fall asleep at any moment

you move to face him and he does the same

you’re about to tell him you two should go to bed

but you can’t stop looking at him bc he is so so f t and he just poured his hear out to you

and he can’t stop staring at you bc you always look so beautiful but also you’re so kind to him but also won’t hesitate to roast him

so he just,,,starts to lean in,,,and you do too,,,

and then your lips meet and wo w his lips are so soft he’s thinking the same thing askjdh

when you both pull away you smile at each other, resting your foreheads together

mark stands up, pulling you with him to his bed, and you sleep in each others arms :’)

the next morning the girls wake up to find you missing and are about to call 119 but then they go into the boys room and are just like ajhkhfflsd this is too soft and pure and you guys are now tHe power couple of the show

also renjun is even more terrified he can’t even look at you mark is ScARy poor baby

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🎄When the Night was Full (Bucky Barnes x Reader) 🎄

[CHRISTMAS SPECIAL]

Summary: Its been years since the fight between Steve and Tony, all was forgiven and everyone moved on with their life. Everyone but (y/n), the new leader of the New Avengers. All she wants is a family of her own but nobody’s willing to stick around, she needs something impossible. A Christmas miracle.

A/N: This is like 4,000 words so Rip But I really liked this one! Also please excuse my terrible translated Russian!

Requested by: @slywinterpilot & @rafaeladreamer

Prompts: Can you just lay here with me and we can talk about our dreams, our loves and our downfalls? (I slightly altered it for this story, soz)

Words: 4,100

Warnings: Kida angsty reader and a lot of fluff!

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(Y/n) ran around her room trying to organise her presents she had bought for all her family and friends, resulting in her whole room is stacked floor to roof with presents of all kinds. She never liked to leave them in the lounge room because people would start guessing (and often get it right).

It had been a few years since the incident of the Civil War and once everyone had forgiven each other, quite a lot of people had moved onto starting families. (Y/n)’s relationships seemed to never work out and often she wanted to give up but every time she got a glimpse at Sam’s little boy Angus, Steve’s little girl Rebecca or Vision and Wanda’s little girl Ingrid, she wanted nothing more. Only she was always too busy, the main cause of most of her relationship breakups.

“There’s just no time for us.”

“I barely see you! And when I do it’s when you’re sleeping!”

Now, due to most of the Avengers having familial responsibilities they couldn’t do as much world saving as before, leaving it up to (y/n) and her new team. It consisted of herself, Bucky Barnes, Thor (occasionally), Johnny Storm, T’Challa and Riri Williams. (AKA- The New Iron Man) Of course the other Avengers sometimes tag along to help on the bigger missions but for now, you were leading the new Avengers.

A knock on the door snapped (y/n) out of her reminiscing, the thought of everyone’s family still running through her head as she opened the door. There stood Riri Williams with crossed arms, her dark afro so prominent It made (y/n) jealous that her hair could be that gorgeous without effort. “C’mon we’re watching Christmas movies in the theatre.” (y/n) laughed lightly, closing the door to her present stash (room) and followed Riri down the hall, both taking on a slow pace so they could talk. “Shouldn’t you be in Chicago with friends or family, Riri?” The girl shook her head and smiled lightly. “Uh, Tony’s got me working on the suits twice as much as usual, so no point. Anyways, you guys are my family.”

(Y/n) gave her a side hug in gratitude, both girls giggling at the cheesy moment. Once the girls arrived at the theatre, it was utter chaos. Kids were running a mock throughout the theatre and it seemed the all-powerful Avengers were helpless to stop it.

“Anatoly! Don’t kick your cousin!”

“Ukhodi!”

“Don’t you dare yell at me! A teper’ idi syuda!”

Watching Natasha slip in and out of Russian with her adopted five-year-old boy Anatoly made (y/n) giggle. Other kids ran past (y/n) chasing each other “Angus! I told you no more kissing girls!” Sam called, catching his four-year-old around the waist and pulling him to his chest; erupting into a tickle fight. “But I know my boy would be a lady killer, just like this dad!” “You wish, honey.” Sam’s wife laughed, causing a hand to go over his heart in mock shock. Moving on from that family, (y/n) spotted Clint’s teenage kids sitting bored on their phones, Clint and Laura sitting beside them and like (y/n) watching everyone’s young kids.

Seeing her new Avengers team, mostly childless (T’challa’s children were back in Wakanda) (y/n) began to make her way there with Riri, about to greet them before a tiny squeal stole her attention.

It was Steve sitting beside Sharon, a little Rebecca sitting on his lap, playing with his fingers as he smiles softly at his daughter. Noticing a spot open beside Steve, (y/n) almost ran to the seat, wanting an opportunity to play with the sweetest and youngest child here. Unfortunately, the seat was stolen by frosty, “Dammit…” (y/n) muttered, standing next to the chair as he smirked up at her. “Too slow, (y/n)” Bucky opened his arms for Rebecca as she readily dived into his arms and making Steve and Bucky laugh. “We all know who her favourite is, don’t we?” Bucky baby talked her before smirking at (y/n) as Rebecca released a giggle. (Y/n) simply decided to sit next to Bucky as someone began the first Christmas movie.

Rebecca continued to sprout baby babble at Bucky as he let her play with his metal fingers. Although Bucky had his issues in the past, slowly T’challa was able safe lock the trigger words behind other trigger words, which only the pair knew of. Of course, he still had insecurities but didn’t everyone?

(Y/n) watched as Bucky carefully brushed his metal fingers over Rebecca’s face, making her giggle and Bucky to chuckle. (Y/n) was simply mesmerised by the sight. Bucky was slightly older than when they had first met during the fight between Tony and Steve, but he was still as amazing to look at as ever. He began tying his hair back into low ponytails and puns, an extremely attractive look for him; or so (y/n) thought but would never admit. He was her second in command after all and she would want to compromise anything between them.   For years Bucky and she had been great friends, even when he was hesitant about being around people; (Y/n) and he had been close friends. But something in (y/n) shifted in the theatre the night of Christmas Eve, watching the Grinch with her Avenger family.

Looking from Bucky and Rebecca to the sight of a once loud Anatoly now sound asleep on Natasha’s shoulder with his mouth open. (y/n) looked around to all the families snuggling up, even Clint’s teenagers seemed to come together. Slowly (y/n) eyes teared up at the sight. She’d never had a family, not one of her own anyway. Growing up alone, she always dreamed of having her own family, a big one with ten kids and a husband. It was awfully cheesy but there’s nothing wrong with wanting to start a family and be loved.

Feeling the tears run down her cheeks, (y/n) looked down at her hands, unaware that Bucky had practically read her mind. Holding a now sleeping Rebecca to one side of his chest, Bucky reached out his other arm to grasp hers.  “Are you alright, doll?” (y/n) simply grasped his hand in her own two as she looked him in the eyes and whispered something Bucky thought he’d never hear. “You’ll be a great dad someday, you know that?” In shock, Bucky was unable to grasp her again as she fled the theatre, some giving Bucky questioning looks as if a signal for him to go after her.

Handing an asleep Rebecca to Steve, who cuddled into her dad’s chest, Bucky shot after (y/n). She was usually a bright and happy person, so to see her break almost broke Bucky himself. He searched everywhere, her room, the lounge room, and admittedly the kid’s playroom, before coming to stop at his last destination. The Kitchen was big and amazing but what really held the beauty in the room was the large balcony that ranged off it. Seeing the doors open wide, Buck ventured outside, tucking his hands in his pockets due to the cold, only to find (y/n) standing and looking at the moon and stars.

“You know there was a time when I was younger I believed I was one of the lucky ones. The other kids in my foster home had been through worse tragedies than myself, having loved and lost their entirety of their family. I didn’t know my family, what they looked or sounded like, so I guess it was probably a blessing on my part.”

Bucky moved forward, standing next to (y/n) after realising she was talking to him. (Y/n) was their team leader who excelled in anything and everything they did. She didn’t have huge and special abilities like super strength or flying but what she did have was determination, years of training and heightened senses.  She became the leader of the new Avengers because of her sheer determination and ability to sympathise. ‘And that-’ said Steve had explained to Bucky one day, ‘-is enough to be the leader of any team, with or without abilities.’

“But as I got older there was nothing I desired more than to actually HAVE a family of my own. You know the saying-” (y/n) had not looked at Bucky once, continuously gazing at the marvellous twinkling lights in the sky. “- It’s better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. But how can I do that when everyone I meet gives up on me so easily. I mean everyone else has made it work with their jobs.” Finally, (y/n) turned to him with a sad smile, the small breeze coming through threading through her hair. A few flyaway parts of Bucky’s hair also flew into his face, but his shock at her confession had him ignoring the small parts. Instead, he stepped forward to really look at (y/n). His strong leader had always been open but her past and her thoughts were somewhat kept to herself. Not allowing herself to ever damper the mood.

“How long has this been bothering you (y/n)?” She laughed sadly, turning back towards the stars. “Far too long Bucky, far too long.” Bucky leaned on the railing as well but instead of the moon and stars, he was looking at her. “Did I ever tell you about my family?” (Y/n)’s head snapped up and her voice suddenly became soft. “No… You haven’t…”

Bucky’s lips perked up softly, as (y/n) and Bucky looked at each other, really looked. “Steve was obviously a part of my family but I had a mom, Winifred who would make the most wonderful pies you’d ever tasted. My dad…” And from there he listed a lot of his family members, giving (y/n) a little characteristic to each of them. (Y/n) felt that little shift within herself once again, watching as he happily told her stories about his family and their adventures, some including Steve.

“-and that was my aunt Ida for you. My sister though, Rebecca she was a real firecracker-” Thoughts clicked together for (y/n), “Wait, did Steve name Rebecca after your sister?” Bucky looked down and smiled softly at (y/n), “Yeah, it was originally going to be James because we all thought I was going to be a boy but it turned out to be a girl and… well, now we have Rebecca. It was probably the best day of my life, Sharon has been nothing but accepting and patient with me. I mean to name your first child for me is-” “They love you…” (y/n) says in both a sad and happy tone. Bucky simply watched as the light tears lay in her eyes like shimmering diamonds ready to fall.

“You’re very lucky James, to have many families throughout your life.” She couldn’t help the slight jealously slipping in her tone as Bucky listened, slightly shocked at her use of his first name. “You have a family (y/n), it’s-”

“If you’re about to say the Avengers are my family, I’ll punch you.” Bucky couldn’t help but let the slight laugh leave his lips, leaning on the railing and looking down at his hands. “I know they are but they have their own families. Families, that when the battles done, they get to return to. Do you know who I return to? My room and as I watch everyone’s kids cross my path I can’t help but want that too.”

The moment was interrupted by Steve clearing his throat, (y/n) quickly cleared her eyes and turned to face him, with a slight smile. “We’re all heading to bed but I’ll see you both in the morning. Goodnight.” Steve smiled lightly at (y/n) as they said their goodnights. When Steve left, (y/n) turned back to Bucky and laughed lightly. The serious tones went with Steve. “Should we go-”

“Can you just stay out here with me and talk? I want to know what you want Bucky Barnes. What are your dreams, your hopes and loves huh? We can’t be Avengers forever so tell me, what does the great Bucky Barnes want from life?”

Bucky paused, considering (y/n)’s eyes as she looked right back. “I-I haven’t figured it out yet…”

(Y/n) gave a small smile almost disappointed. “Lucky you…”

There was a long pause, neither said anything for ten minutes. “I want someone for my own.” The statement broke (y/n) out of her reminiscing with wide eyes.  Bucky looked at her shocked look and huffed a laugh. “Don’t act so surprised, I’ve been a third wheeling for so long I’m pretty sure I’ve become the family pet. Guess we’ll find out.” A boisterous laugh left (y/n)’s mouth, making her bend over. Her laugh brought a large smile from Bucky as he watched (y/n) double over in laughter.

Finally pulling herself together (y/n) turned to Bucky smugly. “If you’re the family pet, then what does that make me, hmm?” Bucky’s smile continued as he looked around thinking, “probably the pet trainer.” A tone of seriousness entered his voice, making (y/n)’s laughter die out. “Oh yeah, and what does this training include?”

“Mostly how to kick someone’s ass but-” The slight pause caused some tension between the two, (y/n) anticipating his next response. “How to finally love someone.”

Shock ran through her system like electricity and that shift was back once again. “I-i…”

Stepping forward slowly, Bucky was taller than (y/n) which caused her eyes to drift upwards but not before glancing at his lips. “You think you’re so alone in this world, but oh how wrong you are (y/n). You asked me what I want most in this world…”

(y/n) only hummed as her gaze drifted between his lips and his ocean eyes. Bucky was so close that both were basically chest to chest, noses inches from each other. She was captured by his gaze and the words drifting through the cold air.

“I want- “

“YO, we’re tryna’ sleep in here! What in the world-oh” A frazzled Sam stepped through the doorway, hands on hips. Glancing at the pair and noticing your closeness, Sam smirked. (Y/n) quickly moved backwards before saying a quick goodbye to both men (and a sorry to Sam), before exiting as fast as she could.

“Thanks, Sam…” Bucky muttered shoving his hands into his pocket, releasing a deep breath. Sam smirked, “Goodnight family pet… and Merry Christmas!” “SAM!” Bucky charged after the man as he laughed and ran back to the safety of his room.

Bucky simply sighed out, “shit…”

The next day came in the form of an air horn, literally. “RISE AND SHINE!” The voice of Riri rang throughout the compound, causing multiple yells and moans. Covering her ears (y/n) muttered, “She definitely is another Tony that’s for sure.” When (y/n) finally was up, showered and Christmas, she gradually began trying to take the presents out into the lounge room, where they would begin the day by opening the presents. However, realising the number of gifts she had, (y/n) realised she’d need to get help. Spotting Thor and Johnny exiting their rooms, she was quick to call them over. “Thor! Johnny! Would you guys be able to help me take these presents to the lounge room?”

“Yeah sure”

“No problem lady (y/n)!”

When both men entered the room, (y/n) stopped Johnny. “And Johnny?” “Yes, darlin’?” The man gave her a flirty smile, leaning on the doorway. “Don’t burn any of my presents otherwise I’ll kill you.”

Johnny’s flirty smile dropped and he raised his hands, “I definitely believe you.”

Moving to the lounge room with two bulking guys behind her, (y/n) set all her presents in the corner near the tree, before turning and asking the boys to grab the next load. “YES! (y/n) gives the best presents!” Turning, (y/n) found Anatoly standing behind her, dark curls and hazel eyes staring up at her. Kneeling in front of him (y/n) smirked, “You know it kiddo.” Ruffling his hair, she returned to her room to gather more presents.

Entering the lounge room (y/n) could see everyone gathered and seated apparently waiting for her as she placed the last of her gifts. (y/n) saw the only seat open was next to Steve, so she quickly rushed to it, knowing what would happen if she didn’t. Also, Rebecca was awake and she wanted cuddles.

Suddenly a huge mass landed on the couch beside Steve, “dammit Barnes!” (y/n) threw her head back in frustration, last night forgotten. “Just once, just once! I’d like to sit next to my niece!” Bucky laughed and threw out his hands like ‘what can I do’. “Gotta be faster than that doll.” (y/n) huffed but smiled lightly, deciding just to stand instead. Turning to Sam who was originally talking. “So, who wants to go first?”

“Can we get (y/n)’s presents first? She has the biggest pile!” Angus yelled, throwing his hands up, followed by the agreement of the rest of the children on the floor. “Aim big, good choice son,” Sam said approvingly. Bucky couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

“Alright, here we go…” (Y/n) began gathering her presents deciding to begin with the kids. Handing them all their gifts and to hear the ripping of paper before shouts of “mum/dad! Look what (y/n) gave me!” Finally (y/n) turned towards Sharon, who currently had Rebecca in her arms being wriggly, trying to join the excitement on the floor. Rebecca was only one, so a little too young for most of the other children.

“And for my favourite niece…” (y/n) handed Rebecca a small gift and as if the child had done it a thousand times, ripped open the gift to reveal a metal rattle. “Oh (y/n) it’s gorgeous!” Sharon exclaimed, looking at it as even Rebecca seemed to be admiring it.

“This looks strangely familiar, Bucky have you seen one like this before?” Bucky leaned over Steve to take a closer look. “Yeah, actually. My sister used to have one like this when she was a baby.”

Steve and Bucky both looked up to (y/n) slowly, “I-I found it at an antique store and it seemed fitting since you know, Steve it…”

“Old”

“A grandpa.”

Natasha and Sharon both piped in. “Well, yes” (y/n) laughed. Steve looked upon the little rattle and noticed a tiny engraving on the hilt. Reading it, Steve stood instantly and wrapped (y/n) in a bear hug, whispering his thanks to her. Others were too occupied with their kids to realise the scene in front of them.  Releasing her, (y/n) smiled softly while Bucky just looked confused, trying to get a glance at the rattle. “Anyways, time for the adults!” (y/n) called, making Clint perk up. She tended to choose very good gifts.

As (Y/n) handed them out, she gave kisses on cheeks and hugs to accompany her gifts. When she got to Bucky he simply pulled her by the waist and into his lap. Sitting on his lap and leaning her right side against his chest, (y/n) remained shocked as he opened his gift. Discovering what was inside, Bucky went stark still. “Y-you… how?” (y/n) finally looked down to her gift. It had taken her a long time to find them all but her connections helped her find them. In Bucky’s hands were photo’s; some of his family, some of his and Steve when they were younger and some from when they were in the army.

As Bucky sorted through the photos, taking in every detail, he became shocked at the last photograph. It was of Bucky and herself just after a mission, both covered in dirt and looking tired; yet, they were smiling at each other. Bucky had no idea who took it but he was sure glad they did. Looking to (y/n) Bucky found her already looking at him. “I didn’t tell you about my family until-” “Last night, I know. I spent almost all night retrieving them.”

Their faces were so close, noses almost touching, not noticing everyone giving out gifts. “Thank you (y/n)…” He whispered, awe-struck by her in every way. “No problem…” She seemed to also be lost but the moment was broken yet again.

“Alright, everyone time for my presents!” Clint announced, a round of groans surfacing as Clint tended to give THE worst gifts.

When everyone had handed out their gifts, (y/n) receiving a new knife set, which she adored their blue tint and thanked him with a kiss on the cheek, they moved to eating Christmas lunch. The lunch was heavenly, everyone animatedly chatted away and the kids fell asleep at their plates from food comas. However, for (y/n) and Bucky it was a different situation. Both had this tension that had been building up for a seemingly long time only to be recognised last night. The pair continuously looked at each together and sent secret smiles and winks, egging the other to laugh and give the game away.

As (y/n) ate some mash potatoes, she glanced up to see Bucky’s mouth stuffed to the brim with food, making him look like a fish.

A snort left (y/n) as she tried not to laugh. Thor mistook it for choking and thumped her on the back, causing her to spit out her food. Bucky burst out into laughter at (y/n)’s mortified face. The table laughed heartily at the incident quickly moving on. However, a blush adorned (y/n)’s cheeks and slowly glancing up to find Bucky fondly looking at her. The shift returned, causing (y/n)’s face to burn further as she sent a soft smile back. Bucky’s gazed turned from soft to gooey as he admired her.

Finally, as a homage to the ex-leader of Avengers, a dance ensued. Everyone partnered up and the children lay sleeping in various places around the room. Bucky and (y/n) sat watching the couples sway lightly to the Christmas music. (Y/n) saw Johnny looking a little lonely, walked around the table, not noticing Bucky’s longing look, and offered her hand to Johnny.

He smirked up at her, “c’mon, this is about the only time I’ll ever allow you to touch me.” Johnny laughed and decided not to even try his antics, the mood was too cheery. Grabbing her hand, Johnny led her to the dance floor, grabbing a hand and wrapped a hand around her waist, leading her around the dancefloor.

“How come you didn’t go home, isn’t your sister worried about you?” Johnny laughed lightly. “No, I’ll give her a call later but she’s got three kids to deal with-” “I thought Susan only had Matt and Elliot?” “-Oh no, Reid counts too.” (Y/n) gave a loud laugh, throwing her head back.

A tap on Johnny’s shoulder cut their conversation short.  “May I cut in, fireball?” “Sure, grandpa.” Johnny thumped him on the back, going over to converse with Riri. Bucky Barnes stood before (y/n) and ever so slowly his metal appendage lightly gripped her right hand as his flesh arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. Not breaking eye contact Bucky and (y/n) began to sway around the dance floor.

Sliding her hand from his shoulder to his neck, she played with the hair at the back of his neck. Leaning down Bucky rested his forehead on (y/n)’s, his eyes closing, however, (y/n)’s did not. Would not close as she refused to give up the chance to see him this up close. Bucky subtly pulled (y/n) into his chest, yet not distance felt close enough.

Slowly moving away from the group and into a different room. The music still heard as it played over the intercom, (y/n) laughed lightly.  “What are you up to Mr Barnes?”

Stopping in a doorway away from prying eyes, Bucky let go of her to twirl her around with a hand before pulling her back to him. (y/n) breath was taken away.

Looking up quickly Bucky laughed. “What?” (y/n) was oblivious to what he had deliberately put her under. His laughed converted into a chuckle as he pointed upwards. Her eyes followed his metal appendage to the green plant above them. “Oh… I see.”

(Y/n) looked back to Bucky and laughed lightly, if not nervously. “Well…” Bucky slowly leaned in, testing the waters, she was his team leader/boss and he would hate to do something she didn’t want to. “Is this okay?” (y/n) earnestly, her hands running up his arms slowly, slipping over his shoulders and around his neck. Pulling on him slightly, Bucky’s arms wrapped around (y/n) pulling her to him and he went the extra few centimetres.

At first, the kiss was light, like two kids and their first kiss, (Y/n) felt the soft yet chapped edges of his lips, his tongue slightly prodding her lips. The kiss slowly gained, the true passion leaking out of them. Years of tension finally built up to be released in this moment. Pulling back lightly, Bucky kept their foreheads together. “I don’t deserve this…”

(y/n) simply pulled him back to her, divulging herself in him. In between kisses, three words slipped out, causing the passion to become fire as they desperately gripped for one another. “You. Deserve. Everything.”

There it was. The shift and although she wasn’t sure what it was before, (y/n) knew exactly what it was. It was her heart skipping beats for him. Her heart and mind both humming in sync at the sight and touch of James Buchanan Barnes. As if yelling at her that this is the one. The one she’d been looking for the whole time had been here, her second in command. Finally releasing one another to breathe, Bucky was already talking before she could even think.

“You asked me what I wanted from this world and I know my answer.”

“Someone for your own?”

“Yes, but it’s more than that. It’s you. My god, (y/n) it’s you.” Suddenly his lips graced hers once more, the pairs heart and minds singing as one. A hum of electricity ran through the air as if the very Earth was blessing the pair.

Breaking apart once more. “Be mine? Not just now, but always. I see my future right here; in your eyes, in us.”

Small tears formed in (y/n)’s eyes as words like honey dripped from his mouth and all she wanted to do was savour it and so, she did. Their lips came together as they began slightly swaying once again before they released each other’s lips to breathe.

 “Bucky Barnes, I believe what I’ve been looking for all my life has been right here in front of me this whole time. You’re perfectly perfect in every way.” Looking up into his watering eyes, (y/n) saw her future, “I faith in what I see, and I see my future.”

“Into the future, together?” He laughed.

“You’re a dork but yes, together.” She agreed with a laugh.

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touch of your love// jonah marais

request: jonah imagine where you’re a professional dancer for little mix and at an awards show you dance to touch or reggaeton lento and you have to get close to your dance partner and he doesn’t get jealous until the boys start commenting on his lack of jealousy     

okay so i did research and figured out that little mix in fact does not have female back up dancers, only male. so like pretend that instead of the girls dancing with the mixer men, it’s the backup dancers. also this is such a fun thing and i love jealous jonah so heheh

also it’s almost midnight but fuck it here ya go enjoyyyyy

this is also very unedited so soz

tags: @noodleswdw @thatssoherron @boomboomboomwayhoo

pairing: jonah x fem!reader      

triggers: none

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y/n shook her nerves from her body as she stood on the side of the stage, anxiously awaiting for the performance. she was dressed in her stage clothes, which was nothing more than a sparkly bodysuit, a pair of fishnet tights, and some high heels.

she stayed still, staring at the lit up stage which was currently buzzing with assistants and awards show personnel, since the show was currently on commercial break. 

the ginormous screen placed on the walls held the letters “BBMAS” standing for the iconic, famous billboard music awards. she was dancing backup for little mix, one of the biggest girl bands in the world, at one of the most famous music awards shows in the world. talk about pressure.

she bit her lip, tugging at the flesh so hard she nearly drew blood.

“y/n babe, calm down,” a british accent rung in her ears, and y/n turned around to see perrie right behind her, dressed in her wardrobe for the night and looking as beautiful as ever. “you’re gonna do amazing,” perrie walked to where y/n was and wrapped an arm around her, squeezing tightly in affection.

“thank perrie, i’m just nervous that’s all. it’s the first big awards show i’m dancing at and it’s very nerve-wracking that’s all,” y/n bit her lip once more, staring out onto the giant stage that she was going to be on in a matter of minutes.

“it’s a good thing that you’re an amazing dancer, because you are going to do phenomenal.” perrie smiled at y/n, about to say something else before she was interrupted by a stage hand yelling for their thirty second call. “well i should get going to my spot, good luck y/n, you’re gonna do amazing!” and with that, perrie ran off to where the rest of the band was.

the music sounded, causing screams to elicit from the crowd, which signaled that the commercial break was over. this was it.

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jonah adjusted his bow tie as he sat in his seat, awaiting for the commercial break to end. after that, his beautiful girlfriend would be performing, and he couldn’t wait.

he had never seen her perform with little mix before, due to his touring schedule and hers. and he was as excited as ever to cheer on his baby at the billboard music awards.

loud music sounded through the arena, signaling that the commercial break was over. jonah smiled widely, he could finally watch his girlfriend slay the stage.

“-and without further ado, this is little mix with their hit song, touch!” the announcer yelled, before the stage went dark and the crowd went wild.

the first beats of the song sounded, leigh-anne immediately beginning to sing. the little mix girls appeared on stage, with their back-up dancers in tow.

jonah’s jaw dropped at the sight of y/n, who was doing her choreography in perfect sync with the rest of the dancers. she looked absolutely stunning, with a perfect smile plastered on her face as her body moved to the music. she hit every single one of her moves perfectly, any sign of her previous nerves not showing the moment she stepped foot onto stage.

jonah’s eyes never left her form, and he had to be physically shaken out of his daze by zach to notice that all the boys were staring at him.

“dude, how are you not jealous right now?” zach managed to say over the loud commotion, causing jonah’s brows to furrow in confusion.

“why should i be jealous? she’s just doing her job,” jonah questioned, sending zach a confused look. y/n was just dancing, what was the harm?

“bro, your girlfriend is literally onstage practically grinding on some guy that isn’t you on live, national television. why shouldn’t you be jealous?” jack commented from the other side of jonah, gesturing to the stage.

the song was at the second chorus by now, and jonah was finally realizing how risque the choreography was. y/n’s dance partner’s hands roaming her torso, and her hands on his. she had done a move that was particularly sexy, with her hips moving onto her partner, his hands grazing over her backside ever so slightly before moving on to the next move.

something deep inside jonah ignited, seeing his girlfriend being touched like that by a person that wasn’t him.

“you’re right,” he mumbled, his eyes fixated on y/n’s body as she twisted and turned against her partner. jonah’s fists clenched tightly and his chest felt compressed, anger and jealousy seeping into his bloodstream.

his blue eyes darkened, the veins in his neck and arms becoming more prominent than ever. he bit his lip, staring as her dance partner’s hands skimmed across her thighs.

jonah’s previous excitement had faded away, being replaced with a cold enviousness. he was the only person who could touch y/n like that. he was the only one who could see her move her body that way.

“-just the touch of your love.” the last words were sung, and the crowd went crazy. jonah clapped and hollered, but with less enthusiasm as he would if his stomach wasn’t bubbling with jealousy.

the show went on to present some more awards, with y/n finally making her way from backstage during a commercial to her seat next to jonah as his plus one.

she smoothed out her fancy dress and sat down in her seat, her hair and makeup fixed after her intense performance.

“hey babe,” she greeted her boyfriend, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek.

he took no time in smashing his lips onto hers, not even taking the time to greet her back. he took y/n completely by surprise, her eyes widening a bit. she kissed back nonetheless. she pulled away, completely breathless and a confused look on her face.

“what was that for?” she stared at her boyfriend, who now had a bit of lipstick smudged on his lips. she leaned over and wiped it off, still giving a look to her  boyfriend.

“i-” he was at a loss for words, his jealousy still lingering but slowly being replaced with guilt on how he felt. “i’m sorry, i just saw you up there with your dance partner and his hands were all over you and the moves were way more sexual than i thought they would be and you looked so good and i guess i got jealous-” he rambled, his cheeks reddening a bit as he finally realized how ridiculous he was acting.

“babe,” she cut him off, smiling a bit. “jealousy is natural. do you think i don’t feel jealous every time i see a fan get just a bit too cozy with you, or when an interviewer gets a little too personal? just know that i’m completely, 100% yours and nothing will ever change that, okay?” she kissed him again, but this time softer and more heartfelt than the last one.

“okay, and i’m sorry i acted so weird. i know it’s just your job and i shouldn’t be jealous but i guess it just happened,” jonah bit his lip, making y/n laugh.

“i understand babe, it’s okay. let’s just enjoy the rest of the night okay?” he nodded and took her hand, kissing it lightly.

“i’m glad that jonah isn’t a giant green monster now, but the commercial break is almost over and we have an award to present,” daniel called out, taking jonah’s arm and pulling him out of his seat.

“good luck babe!” y/n called out to her boyfriend, who was being dragged up to the stage by the boys.

“thanks babe!” jonah managed to get out before being pushed onstage, the music signaling the end of the break being blasted through the speakers.

“welcome back to the billboard music awards!”

[nahmooste]

Unrequited

prompt; #8: “Why is it you only need me when you’re wasted?” “If you have a problem with it then why do you always come?”

requested by: @ghostofviper pairing: Pete Dunne / female reader warnings: smut, nsfw a/n: last prompt for this lot! struggled to write this. had another scenario entirely that was being a bitch to write, so i started from scratch and did this one instead. yuck, the other one might be around sometime in the near future, no promises though. changed the quote a bit, too. soz <3 tags: @wrestlingismyfavourite @devittsbalor @fireangel1978 @laziestgirlintheworld @ghostofviper @onewingedgloria @littleblueghostspoon @narwhalneglect @princesstoniii @keltic-goddess

You sink your fingers between your thighs and sigh, let you head drop back onto the mattress as you stroke yourself, and all you can picture is Pete Dunne’s hands running the length of your waist, curling around your hips, bruising pressure at your ribcage, a mouth at your nipple— heat continues to pool at the base of your naval.

Your other hand fumbles for the toy on the right, the bullet like vibrator, and you run it over your nipple, down across your stomach until it’s just barely touching your clit. Automatically your jaw drops, body arching into it—

The knock at the door startles you so entirely that you fumble the toy onto the ground. You’ve never moved so fast in your life; following the vibrating object off the bed and falling literally onto the ground naked as the day you were born. Within seconds you’ve switched it off, but the knock sounds again and then you can hear a voice you weren’t expecting to.

“Y/N! I know you’re in there!”

Your eyes widen when you register who it is on the other side of the door.

Fuck.

“Hang on!” You yell back, blushing profusely as you pull on a long button down that falls to mid-thigh, and the banging on the door continues until you yank it open, anger starting to replace your embarrassment until your eyes meet Pete Dunne’s, and shit.

His cheeks are tinged pink and he smells like alcohol, is dressed like he’s just walked from a damn fucking magazine cover. Dressed like sin.

“The boys want you to come out an’ have a drink with us,” he slurs, devilish smirk tugging at his mouth. “Wouldn’t wanna disappoint them, huh?”

“You’ve already been drinking,” you say stupidly.

He snorts at you. “Of course I ‘ave. Can’t put up with you sober, can I?”

It hurts more than it should. You try and chuckle along with his joke but end up probably grimacing instead, and you can’t find the strength in your body to stop him when Pete steps forward into the hotel room.

“I mean, all things considerin’— you’re visitin’ us from fuckin’ Florence, I think you can manage a night out with the lads, yeah?”

To say that you’re not in the mood is an understatement. You don’t even have underwear on, let alone clothes for going out— though, really, you should have expected it given who your brother is and what kind of company he keeps.

You sigh at Pete and chew on your lip, watch him as he looks around your room like he’s judging it. “Sorry, Pete. Kinda want some peace and quiet after the day I’ve had.”

“The day you’ve had?” He repeats you, frowning as if he’s confused. “C’mon, love, nothin’ a drink can’t fix.”

“I’m serious, Pete. Rain-check. Please.”

The fact that you’re still holding the door open for him gains his attention again. You watch as he glances at you closely, then at the bare skin of your thighs. You can’t help the blush that crawls back onto your skin.

You’ve been here before. In this same position with him, months ago, when he called you drunk off his face. You ran to him, because why wouldn’t you? Looked after him. Gave him what he wanted, which was your body. Pete, when he was drunk, only ever really wanted two things; more alcohol and more sex.

It’s like he can smell it on your skin. “You busy, love?”

“Going to sleep, actually.”

The corners of his mouth lift. “Anything I can help with?”

“No,” you lie, and you motion for him to leave one last time. “If that’s all you wanted…”

But Pete is still staring at you those eyes. The same eyes that see straight through every lie, every wall. His smirk deepens and he takes a step towards you. “You sure I didn’t interrupt anythin’? Sounded like you dropped something before you opened the door.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Your heart is pounding in your chest at the way Pete’s staring at you, and your hair stands on end when he reaches out and draws his fingers down your arm. You lie through your teeth. “I fell off the bed.”

“Close the door,” Pete murmurs, quiet now, and his gaze becomes dark, words commanding. Even drunk he’s in control of everything around him.

You grind your jaw together, the inner debate physically visible. When Pete takes the door from your hands, you don’t stop him. You don’t stop him when he unbuttons the shirt your wearing, you don’t stop him when he slides the material off your shoulders. You stare up at him with wide eyes. Watch the way he looks at your naked body like it deserves to be bowed down to.

He trails his fingers down across the plain of your stomach. Then he steps forward and kisses you, pushes you back into the wall, and he tastes like alcohol and orange juice, intoxicating even before his tongue is in your mouth.

Your stomach does weird flips when his strong arm curls around your waist and pulls you tighter against him. He lifts you effortlessly and spins, walks you both towards the bed until he drops you onto it.

He throws his coat onto the space next to you, scarf on the ground, and then his shirt and pants follow until his standing just as naked as you are. The blush already on your cheeks spreads down to your chest as you gaze at his length and how hard he is. No matter how many times you see him naked, the awe of it will never wear off. He’s built like sin, soft muscles, strong body, and a dangerous smile that threatens to take your breath away.

But when he fills the space he’s vacated, it doesn’t matter— the breath leaves your body anyway. In the way he kisses you, sloppy and careless, in the way his fingers sink into the skin behind your knee to pull it up around his waist. He invades every sense you have.

Instead of fucking you straight away, Pete grinds himself against your folds until you’re wet enough that you won’t even need prep. “Look at what I do to you,” he breathes into your cheek.

His fingers push between your bodies and he guides himself until he’s fully inside of you, drinks the moan from your mouth with another greedy kiss. He settles into a steady rhythm quickly. Lets you drag your nails down his back just like he likes, smirks when you tug at his hair. Smirks harder when you moan after a particularly deep thrust.

There’s a hand at your head then, fingers twisting into the stands and pulling back until your neck is exposed to his mouth. His open mouth trails the length of it, tongue dragging along your collarbone.

Pleasure starts to build deep in your naval. Pete lifts both legs above his shoulders, thrusts deeper, and you can’t help or stop the little moans that start to fall from your lips, because fuck. With him above you like this, using your body how he wants to… nothing compares.

“Pete,” you breathe into his shoulder, mouth hovering just above his skin.

He pulls back and you see him note the blush on your face and the way your body is starting to twitch. His fingers press against your clit. “You wanna come for me, Y/N? C’mon baby, be a good girl.”

And that does it for you. The white intensity of the orgasm takes over your body, thighs shaking, walls clenching, and you cry and gasp as it moves through you. Pete doesn’t stop. He waits until you can function and then pulls out, tells you to open your mouth. You stare at him with your tongue out and, as he finishes with a grunt, you make a show of swallowing it all.

Pete collapses next to you on the bed. He’s sweating, breathing heavy, and you mirror him, breathless and spent.

“Why is it you only want me when you’re drunk?” you ask while he’s dressing himself.

He barely glances at you. “If you have a problem with it then why do you never stop me?”