#tae tae i'm so proud of you (˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )

[nerdygirlramblings]

The 141 and being "our wife" (for @beloveds-embrace based on this)

You're up to your elbows in flour, prepping the dough for Yorkshire pudding, when you hear the rumble of an engine in the drive. You wait until it's followed by four thunks before drawing in a deep breath.

Just as you're about to shout up the stairs, you hear a set of footsteps thunder down from the second floor.

"Dad's home!" your oldest, Kinsey, shouts to you.

"I heard hunny," you call back. "Can you get the door? I'm sure Papa's going to have a bunch of things with him."

"Alright, Mom," Kinsey says. It sounds like she's in the entryway. You hear the squeak of the hinges as she opens the front door. As it does, you hear your youngest's happy scream. Bailey must be able to see out the window.

"Da! Da! Da! Da!" he babbles.

"Yes, Bae, that's Daddy," you hear your middle child, Emma, tell him. You smile to yourself, proud of how well your kids get along. You're still musing over your little family when a rumble pulls you out of your reverie.

"Hey, Kins," John's voice says. "Where's your mama?"

"Mama's in the kitchen," Emma responds.

"Emma, my sunshine!" he crows. You hear her giggle and can only imagine John's picking her up and probably tossing her into the air. A squeal proves your instinct right.

"Munchkin!" you hear Simon call. He must have been just behind John.

You hear Kinsey groan at the nickname, but it's impossible to miss the smile in her voice when she says, "Welcome home, Dad."

It's Johnny's voice you hear next. "Where's my Em girl?" he says. It's followed by a grunt, a squeal, and and a, "Watch it, MacTavish," in John's deep baritone. Johnny probably snatched the girl right out of John's arms.

You hear the wheels of Bailey's walker rattle along the floor as Kyle's voice joins the fray. "Baby boy! You've gotten so big!"

Bailey coos, "Da. Da. Da. Da," at him, which earns a guffaw from Johnny.

"Tha's yer Daddy. I'm Da!"

As you listened to your children greet their fathers, you put the dough into the cooker and are washing up. You wipe your wet hands on the tea towel, and a pair of strong hands fall on your waist. The man smells like sunshine and tobacco.

John's beard tickles your throat when he leans to kiss you. "Thank you, Mama," he whispers. You know from previous deployments he's thanking you for waiting for them, for caring for the kids in their absence, for carrying the weight of everything by yourself. "We're home now." He punctuates his message with another kiss as you feel Simon enter the room.

You step away from John's embrace to wrap your arms around as much of Simon as you can manage. You don't say anything, and neither does he. He drops a kiss on the hair and holds you tight for one minute, then two. When you feel him unfurl, tension seeping away, you finally whisper, "Welcome home, Si."

"Missed you, Mama," he replies. He gives you another tight squeeze before stepping back. You turn to find Kyle leaning against the door frame. He smiles at you, and you open your arms for him.

He picks you up with a spin. "Ky," you giggle, feeling decades younger.

"Mama," he says, "it smells amazing in here." He smiles at you. "You take such good care of us." He pulls you against him and brushes his lips across yours. "Thank you," he murmurs.

"Always," you reply, cupping his cheek. You close your eyes and press your forehead to his. "Always," you whisper again.

Finally, Johnny's behind you, practically pulling you from Kyle's hug. "Stop hogging our missus, Garrick. I didnae get a turn yet." You see Kyle roll his eyes, but he lets you go, passing you gently into Johnny's arms. "Mama," Johnny says, looking you in the eye. "It's so good tae be home."

You wrap your arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the base of his skull. "It's good to have you all home." You close your eyes and breathe deeply. You try to blink them away, but you feel the tears lining your eyes. "So so good."

This last deployment was longer than anyone thought it would be. After three months, they went radio silent, and if Kate hadn't been giving you updates, you would have been out tracking your men across the desert. Six months alone. Six months raising three kids on your own. Six months worrying about them every day.

But they were home now. And that was enough.

main masterlist

[personasintro]

A part of Mutual Help series!

pairing: mh!jungkook x reader

warnings: explicit language, Kiko is mentioned (this deserves it's own warning)

genre: fluff

word count: 1.8k+

a/n: Merry Christmas! ♡

Mutual Help Series

.

.

“Oooh, what could be in here?” Taehyung muses, pursing his reddened lips that has gotten its own intense color thanks to the cold weather outside. 

What was he doing outside when you've been at this place for around an hour? Flirting, of course. 

“Knowing you, probably tons of condoms.” you answer, causing Taehyung to stop shaking the present he's just gotten from Jimin. It stops rattling under his grip as he shoots you a glare across the table. 

Unfazed, you reach with your chopsticks for a piece of meat before you put it in your mouth. Next to you, Jungkook cackles under his breath and Jimin looks proud by your little comment. 

“Well, miss I-don't-need-anyone, we all like to have our fun. Maybe you should try it.” Taehyung bites back. Though his tone sounds serious and deep with his thick accent, there's a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. 

You know how far you can take it to joke with each of your friends. Taehyung's got a thick skin and there's only so little you could actually say to offend him. Not that you would ever want to. Taehyung loves jokes and fun, he loves teasing and most of the time he's the one who takes it too far but never to actually cause a damage to your friendship. Whatever he says, you know should not be taken to heart literally. Therefore, no matter what he says about your single life – you don't take it as an insult. 

“Hooking up with a bunch of strangers? No thanks.”

He grins, “Maybe you should try it.”

“You offering?” you shoot right back, Jungkook choking on his soda as Jimin laughs out loud.

“You know what? Once you grow up a little, text me.”

You snort, “Stop acting as if I was a child.”

Taehyung shrugs, “No, but you're the baby of our group.”

Groaning, you frown. “Don't call me that.”

“Deny it all you want, Y/L/N but we all know the truth.”

“You guys scare almost every guy that looks at me. It beats the point of having fun.”

“Don't say shit like that, now! I'm all for you exploring and having fun.”

“Our point of fun is slightly different than hers, Tae.” Jimin comments, putting more meat to your plate as you thank him with a grateful smile. For the meat, of course. Although, he's not that off about the entire fun topic. 

“We all know what kind of fun we're talking about.”

“Alright, let's move on, yeah?” Jungkook calls, shaking his head at Taehyung.

“Here we go, protective Jungkook.”

“Why do you always somehow bring up sex in every conversation?” Jungkook scolds him.

Taehyung gasps, feigning offense as he points his finger at you. “First of all, she started talking about condoms!”

Jimin laughs out loud while you shoot him a glare for being too loud. God, you hope the owners won't kick you out. Talking so publicly about sex is often frowned upon. No one who wants to enjoy their meal wants to hear someone talking about sex from the other table. Unless those people are… open like Taehyung. He's always been a bit shameless. 

 Jungkook glances at you upon Taehyung's finger that's directed toward you. You shrug innocently. “So what? You automatically got into it.”

“You know it doesn't take too much for me.”

“That's true.” Jimin nods along with Taehyung's response. 

You laugh, “Just open the goddamn present, Tae.” 

He cracks a grin and starts laughing before he rips the package open. Surprisingly, it's not condoms – you would seriously laugh your ass out if it were – but it's a box of popular male fragrances in smaller versions. You recognize all of them, silently praising Jimin for this year's present. 

You all exchange presents for each other. There was an idea coming from Jimin, you think, last year to pick up a secret Santa for each year. But there's something special and thoughtful about buying everyone a gift. And it makes a slight burden to all your wallets, but nobody said the presents have to be expensive. Yet, they're always meaningful and nobody gives shitty presents here. 

You meet every year before Christmas since all of you spend it with your families. You've decided to make your own and celebrate it together, even if it's beforehand. This year it has to be because you're flying back home sooner than usual. 

They were kind enough to meet no matter what, said it wouldn't be the same if you weren't here. 

After that is done, Jungkook is the one to take you home since Taehyung came to pick you up. There's fog everywhere with snow sitting down and not melting anytime soon. You love when there's snow around Christmas time.

On your way home, it's not that late by the time you arrive. Jungkook helps you with your presents upstairs and accepts a cup of tea you offer him with a stern look. You're quick to shed the layers of clothes and make yourself more comfortable. You bring Jungkook his tea and make a hot chocolate for yourself.

“What you got in there?” you ask, plopping next to him as the warmth and scent of home hugs you. 

“A little something,” he says with a cheeky grin. 

Spotting the same Christmas wrapping paper he has used for all his presents, you give him a knowing look. You're about to protest and scold the shit out of him when he shakes his head with another grin. 

“Stop.”

“No, you stop!” you whine, “You already gave me your present.”

And it was great. Jungkook has given you two tickets to a water park that's located on Jeju Island. That alone tells you it wasn't quite cheap.

“It's not much, I swear.” 

“But why? We all decided on one present.” 

Grateful that he's so thoughtful, you're slightly annoyed that he broke the rule that perhaps never was so serious but it makes you feel bad. 

“Just because.”

“That's not a valid reason.”

“Sounds very valid to me,” he sings out, teasing you a little further as you both giggle. “You'll understand it once you open it.” he finishes it with that, urging you to open it.

Hiding the heat in your cheeks, you playfully roll your eyes and start unboxing the little box he has managed to sneak in his jacket. Curiosity and excitement takes over you because Jungkook's presents are always something else. You rip the package and gasp as soon as you recognize the familiar box.

“Kook!”

“You told me you ran out the other day.”

“Did you–”

“Bought it when Jimin bought Taehyung's present? Yeah.” He answers, already knows what you were about to ask. But you're too stunned to scold him for interrupting you.

You open the box and pull out your favorite perfume. A few weeks ago, you don't even know how that conversation came up but you mentioned to him that your perfume is running out indeed. It wasn't anything intentional of course, more of a whine when you were about to spray a tiny amount as you were about to go out. You thought he was barely listening to you, urging you to rush out your ass outside. His exact words. 

But he's always listening. 

“I think I'm gonna be more careful what I'm about to say in front of you. You're gonna buy me everything I mentioned.” you chuckle, taking a good inhale of your favorite flowery and powdery scent. You mostly use it during warm seasons but it's a good one even in the winter.

It's your staple scent. Everyone knows it. It's special. You were using it back at home and it not only smells incredible, it also holds a certain emotional attachment you have with it. 

“Don't worry about that, you're out of my budget.” 

You kick the side of his thigh as you cross your legs under your butt, carefully placing the bottle on the table next to the ripped wrapping paper. “I wanted to buy it after Christmas.” 

“You don't have to anymore.”

You give him a look, questioning his answer for everything as he simply justifies his thoughtfulness in the most basic manner. He always brushes it like it's nothing. But it's very special to you. He is. 

In seconds, you wrap your arms around him and hug him tightly. He lets out a surprised gasp, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he hugs you back. He's warm, smells like a mixture of his wooden cologne and winter air. 

“Thank you.” you mumble into his shoulder before you slowly pull away. “But seriously, you should stop spending so much money on me. Don't you have a girlfriend to spend money on?”

As far as you know, she's fine with it but who knows. Jungkook isn't the type to let anyone get into your or guys' friendships. But he's also in love and people in love tend to be slightly blind, if you must say so. Not that you speak from your own experiences but well, it's quite known. And Jungkook is definitely in love. 

“Don't worry about Kiko,” he assures you, “She'll get a good amount of presents too.”

“Well, I hope she loves you for you and not for your bank account.”

He scowls, causing you to give him a childish toothy grin that acts innocent. “She's not like that.”

“But I'm serious, you should stop spending so much money on people. Especially on me.”

“I spend my money however I want and you know what?” he asks with a grin, leaning closer to you as you watch him with wide eyes. “It's none of your business.” he flicks your nose with his thumb causing you to cuss him out as you push his forehead to get him away from your proximity. 

“So really, just accept it.”

“You're stubborn.”

“You're telling me?” he laughs out loud as if you just told him the biggest joke.

Rolling your eyes again, you purse your lips. “I wanted to be nice, you moron.”

“Be nice by just accepting it. And the simple thanks is just enough, not needed though. The hug was very nice.”

You slap his arm in a teasing manner which causes him to laugh even more. “I'll hug you for the rest of my life.”

“Promise?” he smirks. 

“I promise.” you giggle, nodding.

“Well, then Merry Christmas.” 

“Merry Christmas, Kook.” you smile, the warmth spreading all over your heart. Even though this year hasn't been all rainbow and sunshine, it's alright as long as you have these people right beside you. 

Who cares about presents? They're nice and show the thoughtfulness behind them by each of your friends. What you need the most is just them. And the special relationship you have with each of them will hopefully last your lifetime. Because if it doesn't, nothing will ever be the same. 

Without them you would feel lost. At the moment, you're anything but lost. You have your second family, hoping this tradition between you never dies and will continue years and years.

[mrsparrasblog]

Hear me out.

I had a thought again and basically it should be forbidden for me to think since I didn't finish one of my 7 fics.

But imagine John Price and Reader in military school; you were two years younger than him and still better, at least in the things that weren't hand-to-hand combat. After a while of hate between you, you somehow turned into lovers, only for him to break up with you one day before the SAS test. He was above you by one point and he was so proud of it. (Well, he was a man in his 19s, he was dumb, okay?) And well, you are a literal Sunshine but you are also petty.

19 years later, TF141 is invited again to the military games (a fictional event where different teams battle each other in disciplines; they get some great money for equipment though when they win) and TF141 with Kate always wins. Kate brags about it to her hated CIA colleague, Hades. This time he sends his team, that she knows nothing about, to the games. Kate tells John they need to walk over them, only that he is greeted with his ex-girlfriend and her all-girls squad, TF 4-1-4. He was fuming, even more when he saw your team.

Lieutenant Eun "Medusa" Tae, who is basically taller by 1 cm than Ghost.

Sergeant Maeve "Venus" Campbell, the youngest person to ever join the SAS, younger than Soap by one year :)

Sergeant Hannah "Artemis" Clark, who broke Kyle's SAS record without breaking a sweat.

Well, you are petty and you made your goal for your team to win this game, at least by 1 point.

Would you like someone to read that? Should I make it like a 6-chapter fic because I'm hyped about the idea?

[hyukalyptus]

heyy could u do smthing like txt reactions to u using the safe word while at it????

omg of course!! i love this idea sm.

cw. use of safe word, all of them stop ofc, sex, rough bdsm stuff is not mentioned, soob is big and clumsy and reader likes pushing limits, gyu uses red/green/yellow system and likes pushing limits, pet names (baby), aftercare, tae's kinda vanilla and feels guilty, kai is kinky asf (but that's not discussed here; go check out lia's duality for that lol), cuddling, kissing.

smut(?) under cut!

yeonjun - omg honestly i think he’d be the absolute sweetest. stops in his tracks, lifts his hands off you, but stays inside you to wait for further instruction. doesn't apologize because you've ask him not to in the past (makes you feel guilty) and he's worked so hard to make sure you feel safe with him and that you're not hesitant using the safe word. he's so proud (but doesn't show it) that you feel safe enough to use the safe word with him. "what did i do? what can i do to make it better?” doesn't touch you until you say its okay. once you've caught your breath and have calmed down, he very cautiously and with your permission picks things back up, finishing you, but he doesn't finish himself. he can get off later.

soobin - he's the one that insisted on creating a safe word in the first place. he knows he can sometimes be just a bit too clumsy and a bit too big that he doesn't know if he's hurting his sex partners or if they're just playing into it. so he learned quickly that he needs to establish a safe word every time, especially since you like pushing the limits. things start getting a little too hot and heavy for your liking and he's getting a little too carried away. it feels so good at first, until he takes it just a bit too far. typically, you're usually comfortable enough to ease him down with body language and talking, but something was off today and you needed it to stop. he comes to a slow stop, relaxing his hands, loosening his grip on you and turning them into soothing strokes and caresses. asking and giving exactly what you need.

beomgyu - first of all, i see him as the type to use the red, yellow, green system. and can definitely see him pushing you into yellow a lot. and he loves it (as do you), but he's cautious. the second you say red, he drops everything. "was that too much for my baby? i'm sorry..." going to get you some water and sitting down to have an in-depth conversation about what was too far. "did you like the idea of it and i just went too far? did you want to try it again but slower? was what i did completely out of the question now? what can i do to make you feel safer next time? do you feel safe right now?" turns into soft and slow aftercare that eventually warms up to slow and sensual sex to make up for it.

taehyun - i think feels the most guilty out of them. he doesn't strike me as the kinda guy to be super into kink stuff, so i think he almost doesnt know how to handle it other than apologizing. asks a lot of questions, like, "are you okay? you sure? do you want me to finish you? i'd be happy to if you like." and you agreeing that you'd still like to come as long as he still wants to and is comfortable to keep going but as soon as he's inside you, "are you sure you're okay if i finish too?" maybe becomes a bit too nervous before both of you agree its better for both of you to stop completely and cuddle the rest of the night.

hueningkai - honestly i feel like kai's kinky asf and i will not be silenced any longer. he talks a lot about it with you beforehand anyway, so its rare that you (or any of his partners) get to that point because he knows all ur limits and how to push them and how to not push them too far. so you saying it is a bit of a shock, but he knows exactly what to do. drops everything, slides out of you, asks what you need from him. and when you request cuddles, he's the biggest cuddle bug ever. cheek kisses, whispers in ur ear about how perfect and beautiful you are. dragging his nails down ur arm. omfg i love him.

[borathae]

Tenderness

"Jimin has a hard time accepting that people don't want to hurt him. Something about you makes him ease up however and because of it, he asks you to cut his hair. You help him gladly of course."

Pairing: Jimin x f.Reader

Genre: slight Angst, Fluff, Hurt and Comfort

Warnings: Jimin has trauma, he's scared but she makes him feel at ease, like please give this man a hug, innocent skinship, also they're just friends currently but idkkk there is so much tension between them, god i'm going insane actually

Wordcount: 2.6k

a/n: i'm actually so sad :( also listen. the hug was inspired by the way Jimin hugs :( i fucking want a Mimi Hug no JOKE </3

You are in the back garden, pruning the roses when someone suddenly steals the sunlight from you. It had once warmed your skin. The air feels chilly in the shadows all of a sudden.

You stop working, lifting your eyes at the person.

Jimin. Dressed in a long arm shirt and flowy pants, he walked through the grass barefoot and with his long hair tied back. The fabric of his shirt is striped in black and white. He is hiding his eyes behind a pair of dark sunglasses. 

“You’re in my sun”, you tease.

“The sun doesn’t belong to you”, he throws backs sassily.

“I’d still prefer it if I had sunlight.”

“Too bad. I’m here now.”

You scoff in amusement, straightening up by rolling your shoulders. Such bickering is normal between you and him and amuses you these days.

“Do you wanna help me?” you offer him your second pair of pruning scissors, which he declines with a shake of his head.

“I have a, uh, favour to ask of you.”

You are working on the rose as you talk to him. He watches your movements with his eyes just slightly zoned out. 

“What’s up?” 

“Okay so, don’t laugh at me, but I talked to Tae and he said that you’re really good at cutting hair.”

“Yeah, I am. Nobody in this family wants to trust me, but I’m so good at cutting hair, like so good.”

He scoffs in amusement, reaching out to play with a rose leaf mindlessly.

“Sure you are.”

“Mh-hm, I am. Why did you ask him?”

“It’s just, I was wondering, uh, if maybe you want to do my hair.”

You stop working, studying him in surprise. You didn’t expect such a request.

“Your hair?” you make sure

Jimin nods his head. 

“Sure, uh, yeah I can. Just...why me?”

“Because you’re good, I already told you. And because Tae can’t cut hair. He thinks that he can, but he is shit at it. Don’t tell him I said that.”

“I’m not better than a professional though. Wouldn’t a stylist be better than me?”

“No, uhm.” He shies away, touching his own neck in soothing. “I’m not ready to, uhm. It’s hard for me to have strangers touch me. I, I don’t know them and, and I… uhm, they could hurt me. Uhm, it’s hard, I guess.”

“Oh”, you realise, “gosh Jimin, I’m sorry that you feel this way. I understand your feelings and I’ll gladly cut your hair.”

“Thank you”, he whispers, “see you later then. In my wing. Bye.” 

And with that, he flees, keeping his head low in embarrassment. You know that it wasn’t easy for him to share his feelings right now. He is a lot like Yoongi in that regard. Although Jimin is definitely that way because he was never truly allowed to feel. In more sense than one. Not only was he forced to keep his emotions off, he was also punished for any show of emotion which didn’t benefit his abusers. Sharing his feelings equalled being hurt to him in his past. So of course he fled the second he did it. You are still so proud of him for sharing his feelings. It means that he is healing. 

You finish garden work and take a quick shower. Knowing Jimin, he meant the evening hours when he said “later” so you don’t feel too stressed about going to him. 

After the shower, you have early dinner with Yoongi and Jungkook where you tell them that you will cut Jimin’s hair later and they show their expected surprise. When you tell them his reasons however, they react with empathy. They leave for a hunt after dinner, needing their own vampiric meals. You kiss each of them on their lips and wish them a good hunt, then you make your way upstairs to Jimin’s wing. 

He always keeps his doors locked because he feels safer this way, resulting in you having to ring his doorbell.

All of you have doorbells installed, which makes it a lot easier to visit each other. It was Taehyung’s idea and Yoongi had to be the one to install them. He did it gladly, gloating about how easy it was once it was done.

Jimin opens the door after the first ring. He is in different clothes and judging by the slight pearls of sweat on his forehead, he has been dancing. 

“Is it a good time?” you ask him.

“Yes. Come in.”

You step out of your house shoes once inside, while Jimin locks the door.

“Were you dancing?”

“Yes.”

“That’s nice. How’s the studio?”

“Good. I love the natural light in it.”

“It’s already dark though.”

“For you, yes. Not for me. The moonlight is better than sunlight”, he says and hurries past you, “wait in the living room. I need to shower.”

“Alright, will do.”

Jimin’s living room was once a guest bedroom. The one you stayed in during your first night at the estate to be more exact. Yes, That Night where Taehyung had actually planned on eating you before you, unknowingly, managed to change his mind. 

The room once smelled of oakwood and myrrh, but smells like orange blossoms and clean wood these days. The walls changed out of their outdated grey coat into a cherry red dress. White ceilings and a decorated voute seem to practically glow next to the red and the ivory curtains give even more lightness to the otherwise warm-coloured room. The furniture is antique, but in perfect condition and throughout the room, Jimin placed vases with fresh flowers. He isn’t afraid to show his sensitive side these days. It reflects in how delicate the decorations in his wing feel.

You lie down on his sofa. Its red pillows swaddle you, inviting you to close your eyes for a while. It is so comfortable here. 

You probably would have dozed off for a post-dinner nap if Jimin hadn’t woken you again. His steps are quiet normally, but the floorboards creaked under his weight as he walked to you.

You sit up, “I’m awake.”

“Sure”, Jimin says sarcastically, eyeing the deep dent you left in his throw pillow, “just so you know, that pillow is a hundred years old and the stitching is delicate.”

“Huh? Hm?” You look at the pillow, smoothing it out. “Sorry. Nothing happened, I swear.”

“Don’t sweat it. Can we start? I wanna get it over with”, he says and leaves the room again.

With a grieving heart – a nap sounded so good – you leave the comfortable couch to follow him. 

You find him in his bathroom, sitting by the powder table in only his towel. The silver scar on his back contrasts against his black tattoos. He is tracing the entrance point of the scar on his chest mindlessly, but lifts his eyes when he senses your presence. His hand lowers, the self-disgust disappearing from his eyes. He shifts in embarrassment, clearing his throat.

Knowing him, he wants you to ignore his scar. He can’t stand it when people mention it. It is already awful enough that he has to look at it each time he undresses. 

“Anything in particular you wanna get?” you ask him as you close in on him.

“Just shave it there and give it texture on top”, Jimin says, lifting up his hair to show you his neck.

“So undercut with some length on top?”

“Yeah. It’s hot and I need air.”

“Right? It’s so hot lately. This summer is insane”, you agree, picking up the shaver, “should we go with the setting you have on?” 

“Yes. But make sure the fade is good.”

“I will, don’t worry. Is it okay for me to touch you?” 

Jimin glances at you. Surprise and gratefulness. He can’t keep up eye contact, lowering his eyes at the table as he nods his head. 

With his consent, you touch his hair. You run your fingers through it, eyeing his hands. They ball to fists at the first contact, tightening with such strength that his knuckles pale. He is scared.

“Did you practice choreography?” you ask him in hopes of distracting him.

“No I.” He clears his tightened throat. “I guess I just danced.”

“That’s nice too. I’ll shave it to up there. Is that alright?”

Jimin inspects the point you show him and nods his head. You pick up the shaver and turn it on. Jimin moves his head away when you put it close to him, flinches and moves back again.

“Sorry”, he whispers, glancing at you in embarrassment.

“Don’t apologise. Did you change your mind?” 

“No.”

“Alright. Want a break?”

He shakes his head silently.

“Alright. Just tell me if you need it”, you say and put the shaver against his neck.

Jimin is tense during the first couple of shaves, but relaxes soon when his traumatized mind realizes that you genuinely don’t want him harm. He even opens his fists and begins playing with his bracelets mindlessly. Only around his ears, a certain stiffness returns to him and his eyes ghost over the shaver fearfully. 

So you give him a break, soothing him by tracing his ears softly. 

“Gotta clean you up”, you tell him even though both of you know that this was just an excuse to mask the gesture of comfort you give him. If you didn’t mask it, Jimin would get way too embarrassed however. 

He is tense at first. His eyes switch between your hands, your face and the shaver you put aside. 

You reach the spot right behind his ear where the harder point of his shell blends into the softness of his lobe. You rub it slowly. Jimin’s lids flutter, his head sways back just once before he fixes it again.

Another rub of the same spot and Jimin’s head rolls back again, lids closing halfway as goosebumps cover his skin. Yet another rub and he breathes so deeply that his chest lifts and sinks visibly, eyes closing for just a second before he forces them open again.

He straightens up, glancing at you in embarrassment. You act oblivious for his sake, giving his shoulders an innocent rub.

“There we go. Now you’re clean. I’ll continue.”

“Yeah. Okay”, he whispers, staring at you in the reflection of the mirror. He can’t truly make sense of the emotions in his chest and what they mean. He also can’t stop them and so he stares.

Jimin doesn’t flinch away anymore when the shaver touches him. You can finish the shaving without any more obstacles. He even stays calm when you shave him around his other ear. Only for a split second his neck tensed up, but relaxed within a breath because he felt safe more than he does troubled in your presence. 

You place the shaver on the table and use a fluffy brush to sweep away any stray hair. The sensation sends shivers down his spine. He tries to cover them up as best as possible.

“Do you like the fade?” 

“Yes. It’s, uhm, it’s what I wanted”, he speaks quietly, looking at himself with sparkling eyes. He doesn’t even notice that he is gazing, too mesmerised his new look has him. 

“Nice. That’s good to hear. I’ll just do the texturing and then you’re done.”

“Yes. Thank you.”

His words are honest, bringing a smile to your lips.

“Of course.” You pick up the scissors, showing them to him. “I’ll use these.”

You give him time to observe the potential danger. He nods his head in consent. You begin. He doesn’t tense because you gave him the opportunity to prepare. 

“Your hair is fun to work with. You’ve got so much of it.”

“Thanks. It’s hot during summer.”

“I can imagine. Should I take some length too?”

“Yes, please.”

You can finish the cut with no obstacles, moving on to the last step instantly. You clean him and then style him with a light mousse. He lets you with gratefulness in his eyes. Truly, he can’t stop looking at you. It is as if something about you has him captured. You don’t notice his eyes on you because you take your job as his hair stylist way too seriously and are blind to anything but his hair.

“There we go. Now you’re done. How do you like it?” you ask, finally meeting his eyes. For but a moment, your breath hitches. He never looked at you like this before. “Uh..”

Jimin clears his throat and shifts his eyes away. The air is charged between you and him, but neither tries to talk about it.

You take a step back. Jimin looks at himself for a while. His expression is stoic and if you didn’t know him better, you would think that he hates the haircut. In the end however, a small smile hushes over his lips and he nods his head.

“I like it.” 

You smile proudly.

“I’m happy to hear that.”

He shimmies on the chair awkwardly, touching his new undercut.

“You can, uhm, leave now if you want to.”

“How about we clean up and then show Tae your new style?” you suggest because you know he doesn’t actually want you to leave, but thinks that you already want to.

“Yes. Okay.” He turns away to hide the giddy smile. “Do you think we can get him to watch a movie with us?”

“I think that he’ll be the one to suggest it.”

Jimin laughs. You laugh with him.

“Yeah, that actually sounds like him”, he agrees. 

“I bet he wants to watch one of his boring French movies.”

“They’re not boring, you just have no taste.”

You laugh, “no I do. His movies are like five hours long. That’s way too long.” 

“Don’t tell him that.”

“Oh honey, I do. He knows and teases me for it.” 

You and Jimin share laughter. Your eyes meet. The tension in the air is almost suffocating.

His smile drops. 

You stop laughing, feeling tight in your chest for but a second, “what’s wrong?” 

Jimin stands up and turns to you so he can close the distance.

You instinctively take a step back, but Jimin still pulls you close.

He hugs you. 

“Oh?”

Jimin hugs as if he is overcome with adoration. Jimin hugs as if he needed the other for his survival. Jimin hugs as if he thanks the universe for the other’s presence. He doesn’t hug often, but when he does, it is spilling over with his honest adoration.

You didn’t expect it right now, but can’t deny that it melts you. He has one arm around your waist strongly and cradles the back of your head with his other hand, while his cheek rests on your shoulder with his face hidden in your neck. You can even see from the reflection in the mirror that he has his eyes closed. He hugs just like him. With his entire heart and soul. 

You hug him back with just as much tenderness, rubbing his back slowly. Goosebumps follow your touch. He melts into your embrace. 

“What’s that for?” you ask him quietly.

“Haircut.”

You chuckle, “do you like it that much?”

He nods his head and gives you a squeeze.

“Thank you”, he whispers. 

You know that he doesn’t only speak of the haircut. That he thanks you for giving him the space and time he needed to realise that the haircut won’t end in pain for him. You smile fondly, squeezing him back.

“Of course. You can always come to me for help.”

“I will.” He holds you so close and breathes your name. Nothing else follows. Just your name. Said with just as much heart and soul as his hug carries.

[tranceinnumerabletabs]

When Johnny Comes Back pt7

Howdy! I'm really proud of this one! Please enjoy! it gets funny

idk if you wanted to be tagged in this one too but, @supermegabitchboyexceptimagirl, and of course @beelzebee

I think I should get those tumblr dividers. Also, sorry if you can't understand everything that's said here. You'll know it when you get to it. Its not the end btw.

part1, part2, part3, part4, part5, part6

It’s a quiet night once more, this time you’re in bed, unable to sleep.

It’s been too long. He’s gone. Shot by some guy. Just like in your nightmares

You sigh and look at your clock, 1:26 AM.

ugh

You get up, your cat waking up due to it, and decide to just….pace

You do just that, trying to find reason within your rhyme. You feed makes thudding noises on the cold hard ground.

thud thud thud thud

he’ll be fine

Thud thud thud thud

he’s just recovering

Thud thud

he’s gone

Thud

no he’s not

Thud thud thud

you’ll never be able to see him again

Thud thud thud

you’ll never tell him I love you

Thud thud thud

there’s no more Mactavish finesse

Thud thud thud

he’s reduced to ashes in an urn like in your nightmares

Thud thud drip thud

you look down and realize that a tear has fallen from your face.

sigh

you told yourself that you wouldn’t end up like this. If he’s alive then this is for nothing and if he’s dead….well…then this was just added misery.

You go to the bathroom and wash your face, sniffling a little.

he’s fine

You stare at your face in the mirror, blood rushed to your nose and cheeks, puffy eyed. You didn’t look so good.

You looked tired. You’ve been holding yourself up well right?

Yeah…

Yeah you are!

You could’ve been so much worse but you held up. Even if your eyes look tired and the steady drip of water from your face to the sink makes it unclear whether or not your crying. You weren’t. you’re fine

Ugh. This is why you try not to think of him! You feel so stupid and naive and sensitive and lost and-

“mrow?”

You feel Simon brush up against your leg, stopping your train wreck of thoughts. You smile, he’s so cute no matter how grumpy he is.

“Simon” you say fondly. You lean down and pick him up into your arms, swaying him like a baby as you walk out the bathroom.

Simon’s presence helped but it can only do so much.

You rock him, pet him and scratch him as you continue to pace.

Thud thud thud

you’re so cute Simon

Thud thud thud

you’re precious

Thud thud thud

you know Johnny will come back right?

Thud click thud

you know you’re a little bastard?

Thud thud thud

yeah you know you are? A bastard just like-…..

Thud Creak thud

like….

Thud stomp thud stomp

like……

thud Stomp Thud

.

“Honey, I’m home!”

.

.

.

.

You stand there, eyes wide in shock.

“Johnny?” You whisper but it was too low for even yourself to hear.

“Aye Bonnie, ye miss me?”

Your legs felt frozen as you look at him. A bandage around his head and a few new scars onto him to show off. His bag in one hand.

“What’s wrong lassie? Ye look like ye’ve seen the dead came back tae life” he teases gently, but in a tone that indicates that he missed you.

he’s here

Johnny Came Back

You feel tears pricking your eyes, but he didn’t notice. He drops his bag down and starts walking towards you. Ready to spend his return the same way he usually spends it: watching a movie with an engorgement of take out and smothering you.

“Johnny” you whisper a little louder

Johnny smiles “the one and only. Couldn’t have ye sell my urn to the damn Brits” He chuckled

“Johnny” you whisper once again and this time he catches the weight of your tone and becomes more solemn and sincere. “Aye….it’s me Bonnie….it’s me. I’m home” Your breath hitches and your hand slowly raises to cup his jaw, feeling his overgrown facial hair. He couldn’t shave it to his preferred length.

He drops his head’s weight into your hand, rubbing his cheek into your soft palm, looking softly into your eyes with a smile.

“Johnny” you voice now breaks and your breathing audibly hitches, tears welling in your eyes.

Johnny's eyes widen in shock, as if that was somehow an unexpected reaction.

“Bonnie?”

He tries to comfort you. Tries to think of something to say

“Bonnie I-“

“I thought you were dead Johnny!” You break out.

Johnny looked more shocked. Did you get the wrong information? Or did you just assume the worst?

“No, I-“

“I thought I’d never see you again!” You cry, your shoulders shaking. He looked guilty, he opens his mouth to try to apologize but you do what you should’ve spent he moment he showed his handsome ugly mug. You hug him, tightly. Almost too tight for the worn soldier.

Johnny is startled for a moment before reciprocating, hugging you back with fervor. You wet his shirt with your tears “I thought you were gone Johnny!” You cry, shaking in his arms. “No no lassie don’t cry” he rubs your back as you take lungfuls of his scent, finally being able to breathe it in again after it faded from your home.

He rocks you slightly as you take him all in and muffle all your grievances into his shirt. Eventually he grabs your face and stares into your eyes, his face seeming so tired and pained. Your heart clenches. You should care more about how he’s feeling.

“I’m tae sorry fer words honey, I didn’t think tae tell someone tell ye I’m fine. I just, had a rough time in the hospital an-“

You hug him again “sit down you lug. You need to rest” you gently guide him to his spot on the couch, where he belongs

“How are you feeling? Do you need anything?” You gently ask, cupping his face with both hands and looking at his injury.

He smiles and seemed to relax more that he’s done in a while. He places his rough calloused hands on yours and closes his eyes.

“Aye Bonnie lass, ye could kiss it better” he chuckles, feeling up your hands.

.

.

.

.

he’s had a rough time. Maybe he just needs any form of affection after being hospitalized for so long

You lean in up to his temple where the bandages are and place the most gentle and delicate of kisses on it. Johnny’s breath hitches, you don’t usually kiss him why would you? You’re just friends right?

You wanted to tell him you’re in love with him, or that you wanted him and no one else. But….no. not now, he just came back and…if it’s not reciprocal you don’t want him to deal with that right now. This should be all about him and not you. No, now all you wanted was to make sure that your roommate was okay. That can….come later. If you were willing to risk it. What’s most important is that he’s here and you take care of him. Not your feelings. “Miss me that much Bonnie? I should get shot more often. Then I could get another kiss” He tries to tease but the look on your face was enough to drop the jokes. He becomes more somber, his hands on yours now stroking your forearms. He looks into your eyes, sincerity evident “I missed ye too lassie, didn’t think tae tell ye cuz I dinae think I’d be gone fer so long. Glad to hear I was missed. Nice shirt” he says but it wasn’t the usual teasing tone he had. You look down and sure enough, you’re wearing one of Soap’s shirts as pjs, his scent long done from it. You smile, sniffling a little “I’m so glad you’re okay. I was so worried Johnny….”

“Aye, I could tell……ye dinae need to worry Bonnie lass, I’m a big strong man”

You huffed a laugh as he rubbed your eyes “Don’t be sad….your big bad sergeant is here.” You lay on top of him, face to neck, just….taking in his presence. He does the same, scratching your scalp, rubbing your back.

He’s back

Johnny came back

Johnny came home

.

.

.

.

After some time, he piped up

“Let’s watch a movie aye? I’m starvin.”

You chuckle, a much lighter and freer laugh than the ones you’ve been making for months. Free from your worries about Johnny

“Of course Johnny. I’ll order you take out”

You kiss his nose. He gives you that signature smile of his.

“Yer spoilin me, love”

“Don’t you forget it”

"how could I ever?"

____________________

It felt so good going back to an old routine. Your movements were unfamiliar and rusty as you sit and eat take out with Johnny at 2:17 AM while a movie was on. He already finished 2 meals but the soldier was still going at it like the dog he was.

“Better than any hospital slop I tells ye!”

You smile, softer and fonder than Johnny remembers, and settle in the routine you remember you had before he left. A blanket tossed over both of you legs, an arm wrapped around some part of you. This time it was around your neck while he ate, a bit awkward but you were not about to complain. He was back and that was all that mattered. He finished up his feast and went back to watching some silly movie based on a tumblr post.

It’s about a random Asian kid whose plane goes down somewhere in Scotland, and he learns traditional Scottish kickboxing. The wise old mentor speaks with an indecipherable Highland accent, Johnny somehow understands and translates for you, and spends the whole film in a full kilt for no particular reason. He goes back to China to reclaim his parent's company made in the style of those "mediocre white boy learns the secrets of ancient martial arts" movies. It’s a funny concept and a movie you’ve been wanting to watch for months but didn’t because….well….Johnny wasn’t here. You couldn’t watch this without him.

And you’re so glad you didn’t because now as Johnny has his warm arm wrapped around you, gentler than usual due to his injuries on his arm. His mouth is near your ear as he ‘translates’ English to English. It doesn’t really matter what he was saying. All that mattered is hearing his raspy deep voice reverberating in your ear. Usually you’d tell yourself you could drag yourself to bed after the movie but you knew couldn’t drag yourself to bed after all this. You wanted to fall asleep on this couch with him. But just before you resigned yourself to that wonderful fate, you remember something.

“Are you going to sleep here Johnny?” You asked

“Aye, can’t anger the sleeping tiger. I won’t move an inch wee Bonnie don’t ye worry”

You sit up and look at him while the movie was Montaging with terrible bagpipe music “No. You need to rest on an actual bed. You’re still recovering”

“Ye dinae need tae worry aboot me love. I’m fi-“

“Johnny.” You say sternly “you’ve been shot in the head don’t BS me now after all that” your voice cracked a bit when you mentioned his terrible injury.

Johnny sighs and smiles “I could get used tae being babied like this”

His tone was teasing but somehow you had a feeling he did wanted to be babied, to be treated and spoken to gently in a way he couldn’t get in a military setting.

You sigh and smile. “One movie okay? Then I’ll run you a bath, rub your back, maybe change your bandages and scratch your hair till you fall asleep in a bed sound good Johnny?” His eyes were enticed but he just had to be a goofy little guy doesn’t he?

“Cannae read me a bedtime story?” He teased. You giggled and nodded. You had a feeling he just wanted to hear your voice “I’ll tell you the story of the ugly duckling. I’m sure you’ll relate” you joke back

“Aye, sing me a lullaby too?”

“You motherfucking bastard.” You roll your eyes with a smile “yeah I’ll sing you a song about how John and Jill when up the hill to fetch a pail of whisky. John fell down and broke his crown and Jill couldn’t see him for months while he was in the hospital.”

“Dinae my fault Bonnie!”

“I know baby I know” you coo, calling him a baby but Soap seemed to be very happy being called that.

“As soon as the movie’s over I’ll show my baby just how much I missed him. Wake me up if I sleep okay? If you don’t you’ll never get that bedtime story ye hear?”

“Yes ma’am”

“Good boy”

You lay back down next to him, continuing to watch the silly movie, the Chinese kid is somehow the chosen one from some ancient Scottish texts made when during some important historical British-Scottish conflict. How did they seriously think that a dizi (bamboo flute) mixed with a bagpipe would make a good soundtrack? And how are they right?

Whatever, it’s not like you were paying much attention when Johnny was stroking your arm right next to you, leaning in and rubbing his scratchy chin against yours, murmuring comments and ‘translations’ that may not even be that accurate. God you missed him. The movie ends with a Scottish themed “Kung Fu fighter” esque credits song.

He automatically hums something about putting on another movie. “Johnny it’s like 3 and a half in the morning”

“Dinnae care Bonnie. Missed ye”

“C’mon Johnny, I’ll tuck you in bed” you tease He grips you tighter into him “I’m tucked in enough like this”

You smile, wide and so happy.

“C’mon Johnny” you whisper into his ear, scratching his scalp, careful to avoid the injury “those clothes can’t be comfortable. Let’s change into something nicer hmm?”

He sighs contently “only if ye keep that up Bonnie…..feels like heaven”

“Deal”

You leave him to turn on the bath faucet, making sure it’s the right temperature before going back to clean up the take out. He tried to help but you told him firmly to “stay” and like a good boy he does. He watches you walk around the flat like a puppy, eyes glued to your form and glimmering so fondly.

You check the bath and it’s ready.

As you turn to call for him “Johnn-“ you bump into him directly. He followed you here, unable to be away from you. You huff a laugh and lean on him.

“Take a bath Johnny. You could use one of my bath bombs too.”

“Stay with me?” He whines

“I’m not gonna watch you bathe Johnny. You clingy dog.” You chuckle and flick his nose “but I’ll be waiting for you when you come out okay?”

You walk out, feeling his lingering gaze on your back. You go get his bed ready.

It’s…not clean. You’re not proud to admit you’ve slept here on more than one occasion due to his absence. It was a mess of Soap’s belongings. A pile of clothes, some things that reminded you of him, things of the like. You clean it up, place a new bedsheet and pillow case, along with a plushie of a kitten with a mohawk, a gift from you.

(The kitten. Image description: a cute kitten with what looks like a mohawk of fur on it's head. end/ID)

(i-it looks better in the story! but the collar is still there /ID a plushie of the mohawk kitten but it looks crudely made and grumpy with a spiky collar /end ID)

You were admiring your clean up before your were startled by a strong set of hands around your waist and a head into your neck and shoulder. “Johnny! You scared me” He breaths in your scent, while being towel clad “hmm….Bonnie…”

You giggle and turn around, your smile dropping when come face to face with his bared chest. There were more bandages you didn’t see before, new scars and burns. You tsk, gently touching the bandages as he gazed at you “you poor thing…they must hurt so much….”

“…..”

you look up at him “do they hurt? Do you need me to change them or painkillers?”

“I’m fine lovie…”

You shake your head “I left some at your bedside just in case darling.”

“…thank you lassie…what would I do without ye?”

“Die in a ditch apparently”

He smiles, rubbing his thumbs on your waist.

“Never leave me…”

I blush a little at how he said that. Like it wasn’t just a roommate thing. “Never…..let’s get you to bed. I’m sure you’re so tired”

“Nae, I still got an enough for that bedtime story and lullaby”

You laugh “you're such a baby…okay get dressed”

He, being the bastard he is, decided to go “aye” and take off his towel right then and there.

You squeak in surprise and avert your eyes

“Johnny!!”

“What? Like what you see?”

You whine and mumble as he laughs “get dressed!”

You hear a chuckle and him opening the closet, a moment later he speaks “Ye can look now hen”

You turn around and low and behold he didn’t even put on anything “JOHNNY!” You slap your hands over your eyes as he laughs.

“What’s the matter hen?”

“JOHNNY I SWEAR TO GOD-“

“Aye aye, I’ll get dressed.”

You hear some movement as he wears actual clothes, not a lot of clothes but still something

“You can look now, fer real this time”

“So you’re decent?”

“Not morally but I’m wearing pants”

You turn to look and lo and behold this man only put boxers on.

You groan and roll your eyes

“How’s that decent Sergeant Soap?”

“Cannae see my tadger. And it’s Johnny to you.”

You pretty much can see it honestly but you let him.

“Lay on your stomach”

“Be gentle with me hen”

“Of course”

“I’ve been a good boy”

“Shut it”

“Yes ma’am”

You look at the tragic state of his back, pity pulling at your heartstrings.

“Tell me if it hurts too much okay?”

“You can never hurt me hen.”

“Johnny.”

“Aye aye, I will”

You sigh and pull out some oils you have along with a muscle gel that should alleviate any pain he’s brushing off in favor of seeming strong or okay. You know he's usually sore after expending himself so much during his job.

“Yer spolin’ me bloody rotten”

“Shush”

You climb on the bed and gently rub in the oil first

“Nae, could barely feel it.”

You press harder

“It tickles”

You press harder

“Das it”

You roll you eyes and do this. Feeling your face heat up every time he groans and sighs. You later put on the muscle relaxant and he sighs and groans even louder, his voice becoming even deeper due to his tiredness, making your insides mushy.

“Oh…right there…hmm…lower”

You go lower

“Lower”

Alright…

“Lower”

“Any lower and I’ll be touching your ass”

“Aye”

“Okay that’s enough time for bed” you get off him and he whines

“Nooo. I’m so sorry bonnie please come back. I’ll behave”

“Oh really? Never seen you behave once in your life Mactavish” you scold as you put away the things

“Gie me a laldy then”

“Goodnight Johnny” you turn to leave

“No! Wait!” He jumps and yanks you from behind.

“What is it Johnny?”

“Ye Haven’t tucked me in with a bedtime story yet.” He whines

You sigh but secretly you’re smiling wide at his antics, just glad to go through them again. Leave it to Johnny to overcommit to the bit.

“Aight here’s your bedtime story Ya wee sook” you reply, turning to face him. He was shocked “Ya we- where did ye learn tha’?”

“I learnt it from a very sexy Scottish lad once upon a time” you say as you start literally tucking him into bed, the bastard really has you wrapped around his finger.

His face turns red and his smile wide and bright like the sun.

“An’ do I ken this mysterious Scottish lad?”

“Aye” you mimic his accent

He chuckles “tell me about him” he lays down under the covers laying on his side away from the injury. You think for a moment, then a deeply devious and mischievous look came on your face. You grin and began describing.

“He’s sexy, charming, funny, he’s got a cute pet, he’s a like knight who saves princesses, he’s large and strong with a Scottish accent.” You list off as Soap’s face goes brighter and happier. He wouldn’t say ‘save princesses’ but he wasn’t going to really correct you. If you see him as a hero who is he to complain

“I wouldn’t say that. What else?”

“Oh but of course he was. His people were in trouble, and he went out to save them” he shook his head, adorable wee civi aintcha?

You continue “He lived alone for a very long time till he met one woman he began to live with”

“Was she pretty?”

“The fairest in the land” He chuckles and settles in more, getting comfortable as you tell this grown ass man his fucking bedtime story

“what happened?”

“They got married”

His eyes widen in shock as his face and ears turn a hot red. He clears his throat that suddenly became very dry. Did…did this mean what he think it meant?

“Tha’ right?”

“Hmm hmm”

“I like the sounda that”

“Then they lived happily ever after”

Soap looked at you with shocked eyes

“Tha’ so?”

“Hmm hmm”

He quickly put a mask of faux confidence, putting on his big goofy smile. Pride swells in your heart for making him smile so brightly. He clearly needed it.

“And who May this dashing man be?”

“I’ll give you a hint”

“Aye”

“His name starts with an S”

He chuckles

“I think I ken who it is Bonnie”

“Oh really?” You ask, your face growing more excited “who is it”

He pulls his arm out from under the blanket and wraps it around you “tis’ me, Soap. And it’s Johnny to you sweetheart”

His grip tightens as he drags you closer to him, he shoves his face into your stomach, his heart suddenly beating too fast. Is this….your confession? Did you really just say you’ll marry him? Looks like those military spouse benefits are too tempting. He looks up, eyes hopeful and ready for his dreams to come true. That you’ll become Mrs Mactavish and he’s your Prince Charming.

“Wrong.” You suddenly say.

.

.

.

.

.

.

“Wha?”

“I said wrong”

“T…then who’s the big strong sexy Scottish lad who marries the fairest in the land?”

“Shrek”

.

.

.

.

“Ye. fuckin’. right. SleEkiT bAmPOT!!”

You burst out laughing hard, doubling over and laughing so hard you collapse on the bed with him. But he doesn’t appreciate that

“Away an’ bile ye head! ye absolute weapon!” He practically yells

“Yer a right glaikit shan wee gobshite! Ye fuckin’ bastard cunt!!”

He raves and raves unintelligibly as you seem to get a six pack just from how hard you’re laughing and occasionally snorting like a pig. You’ve never heard so many Scottish insults in your life. Or at least you would hear them if you weren’t laughing!

Eventually, he shuts up and your laughs slow down. You look at Soap after wiping away your joyful tears. But unfortunately, The look on his face made you burst into laughter all over again.

“Alright alright that’s enough” he huffs and shakes his head, throwing an arm around your face to quiet you.

“Okay okay! I’m done!” You claim, your laughter lowering.

Johnny looked so done with you it was priceless. You were still in a fit of giggles as he shook his head

“Seriously hen? Shrek?”

“Whaaat?” You ask as if you could feign innocence as you’re giggling uncontrollably

“Shrek is the big sexy scott?”

“Yeah!” You laugh

“He bathes in mud Bonnie! He’s nasty” he says disgusted as if he doesn't have worse hear me outs

“And you’re not?”

“Oh that’s it ye-“ he jumps you and harshly man handles you. Pinning you with his big weight, restricting your breathing by pressing on your chest, just being an overall rough housing bastard. It’s not bad enough to cause actual legitimate harm but it’s rougher than he’s ever been with you.

“Johnnyy! Mercy I beg you!” You whine, trying to squirm away and kicking up your legs

“There’s no Johnny here now leannan! Now it’s sergeant Soap! And yer taking discipline!”

You wheeze at the lack of oxygen his man handling is doing, you didn’t have much in you anyway from laughing so much. He growls into your ear and pins your squirmy hands to your chest.

“Johnnyyy! I can’t breathe!” You wheeze out

“Shrek eh?”

You breathlessly giggle at your joke

“Shrek is the sexy charming and funny man who taught you what a wee sook is?”

You wheeze another giggle, unable to stop laughing at the joke.

“Anyone else?”

You try to wheeze an answer “s-s..”

but he doesn’t understand so he lets go. You breath in a desperate deep breath

“Answer the question lassie.”

“What question?” You tease, giggling. He growls and places his pillow on your face to quiet you

“Who’s the charming Scotsmen that makes ye laugh!”

He removes the pillow to get an answer

“Scrooge McDuck”

“You wee lil shite!” He smothers you with the pillow again, so you won’t even have a chance to laugh.

He removes the pillow as you wheeze with a smile

“Wrong answer”

“Whaaat? He’s funny!”

“Tsk. Who’s the Scottish soldier who’s strong and witty”

“James Bond”

“Leannan!!!” He wraps his arm around you in a headlock, he’s done that plenty times before and even taught you how to do it and get out of it, it almost slipped your mind due to your giggling.

You do try to get out of it but he just tightens his hold

“Think ye’re strong, do ye lassie? I’ll show ye strong, ya wee twig!” He growls

“Johnny!” You whine “mercy!”

“No mercy to the enemy bonnie.” He bites your cheek

“Eww! You dog!” You whine and squirm “okay okay you win!”

She shakes his head, mouth still filled with your cheek “Johnny! Please! You’re gross!”

He bites harder

“Away with ye ya daftie!” You poorly mimic He laughs and lets go. You rub your saliva covered cheek on his bicep.

“You’re gross. Let go”

“Nae”

“Johnny.” You try to be stern

“Nah. You need to tell me who th-“

“It’s you! It’s you Johnny! You’re the big, strong, funny, charming Scot that saves princesses!” He lets go, letting you drop on the bed with a thud.

“That’s right lass. Say it again”

“It’s you Johnny. You’re the one I wait in my tower for.”

“Tha’ right?” He says, smiling down at you

“Yeah…it is…”

He smiles and lays down once more

“Either that or Hagrid”

“Bonnie.” He asserts sternly

“Sorry sorry Johnny”

“Brat.”

“Bastard.”

“Your bastard.”

“Your brat.”

You both shake your heads. You sigh and realize how tired you are. You look to the digital clock on Johnny's bedside table. Jesus.

“I’m so sorry Johnny” you get up

“What is it?” He asks, lost

“Just look at the time! A little more and it’ll be sunrise. You need to rest after all that” you hop off the bed but Johnny grips you

“Naee. I’m fine” he whines. Truth was he was exhausted down to the bone, but this was the most affectionate you’ve ever been.

“What is it Johnny?” You sigh

“I haven’t gotten my lullaby”

You groan. You were tired too but you wanted to take care of him.

“Please Bonnie! My heart needs tae be soothed after all tha’. Ye called me nasty :(”

“You’re a big baby Mactavish”

“Aye” he shoves you back to sit on the edge of the bed. You start to lightly scratch his scalp.

“I….don’t have a song..”

“Anythin’s good”

“🎶Somebody once told me th-“

He pinches your waist

“Hahaha, okay not that one”

“…”

“Hmm….🎶we’re no strangers go love. You know the rules and so do-Ouch!”

He grumbles as you giggle

“Then what do you want baby?”

“Quit takin the piss outta me” he grunts “sing…somethin’ calmin’” You think for a bit and a song comes to mind, you think a solider like him could do some good knowing his song.

(A/N: I’m so sorry for what you’re about to sing)

“🎶There's a shadow on the wall, stay calm, stay calm 🎶

🎶There's a figure in the hall, stay calm, stay calm🎶

🎶Keep my wits and stay alive, wish I had a nine to five 🎶

🎶There's a stranger in us all, stay calm, stay calm🎶”

He relaxes and listens intently. Finally a normal song, he thinks foolishly

“🎶Every hair is on it's end, that's fine, I'm fine🎶

🎶Feeling my adrenaline, that's fine I'm fine 🎶

🎶I can keep away the creeps, safely from my swivel seats🎶 🎶Something's crawling through the vents, that's fine I’m fine🎶”

You start humming to him while scratching his head gently. He sighs and cuddles up to your waist more, rubbing his bandaged head gently against you.

“🎶In the end there's only me alright, alright 🎶

🎶 Morning sun will set me free, all right, all right🎶”

His face was calm and droopy, ready to rest his tired war used bones. He looked like he could sleep through the winter.

“🎶I spent..um…many months away from you🎶”

You hum him the tune as he falls asleep, looking peaceful.

After you’re done you sit there admiring him for a moment, seeing him home, not in one piece but home made you take the time to appreciate his presence.

You yawn, realizing that you could see the sunrise peeking from the curtains. Wow it’s late, but it’s worth it. He’s had such a rough time and deserves all the comfort you could give him. You slowly and quietly try to leave the bed, thinking he’s asleep. Only for him, the baby he is, to grip you hard and force you into bed

“Johnny!” You whine, this time whinnier than ever.

“Give me a kiss goodnight princesses”

“Johnny.”

“Please leannan? Last thing I’ll ask o’ ye and I’ll sleep” he sleepily grumbles while gripping you like a stuffed animal. You felt so….vulnerable like this. You’ve never been in his bed with him.

“Promise?”

“Aye”

“Pinky promise?” You tease

“Aye aye just gimmie a Smourich and I’ll sleep”

“Sigh”

“Please”

“Fine” you wiggle in his iron grip to lean up to him and give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. He smiles, eyes still closed as he settles in one last time. “Goodnight love.”

“Goodnight Johnny” you smile, moving to get out of his grip and go to b-you can’t get out.

Johnny's grip is strong around you. “Johnny?” You pipe up and wiggle to try and move away. He doesn’t budge

“Johnny.” You more firmly and look up to see his sleeping face as if he knocked out cold within seconds of getting a goodnight kiss. “Johnny!” You whine “you bastard! Let me go”

No response

“Johnnyyy!!!” You flop like a fish in his grip but nope! Too bad! You’re stuck!

“Johnny I know you’re awake I swear to god if you don’t let me go right now!”

No response but you swear he’s doing this on purpose. You groan and struggle for a few more moments till you feel a soft furry mass lay on your side, Simon. He fell asleep on the couch after the movie and a joyful (as joyful as Simon could he) reunion with Johnny. You freeze up as Simon gets comfortable, laying on you. You wouldn’t wake up a cat would you? Especially not one so grumpy and tired. No, you sit there without moving a muscle and wait. Cat owner rules.

Welp….looks like you’re sleeping in a big man’s arms tonight. The position makes you flustered but between the unconsciousness of the bastard sergeant, the softness of your cat and your sleep deprived mind body and soul. You decide fuck it and just fell asleep in your roommate’s bed. It’s cozy like this anyway. You’re knocked out cold within the minute.

AN: This is NOT the end!

[slaaverin]

Sorry but HOLY SHIT.

I'm?????? At loss for words.

This is the gayest shit I've ever seen.

AAAAAAAAAAAH.

Park Jimin is devious, he is sneaky, he wants everybody to know JK is HIS and Jungkook just sat or lied there letting him writing his own name ON HIS CHEST and also let him take a picture of his creation while Jungkook smiled like a..a..proud boyfriend? Idk. HIS SMILE???? LIKE HE'S HAPPY HE JUST GOD CLAIMED BY HIS MAN

ALL OF THIS IN FRONT OF STAFF AND TAE.

This is??? I'm baffled.

You can't defend them. You can't. Who agrees to have someone else's name written on their chest? If they are not a couple? NO ONE. IT JUST DOESN'T HAPPEN. I REPEAT THIS SHIT DOESN'T HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE THIS IS NOT A THING

Jimin made sure everybody knew JK his HIS. He claimed his boyfriend as property of The Park Jimin but WE KNEW THAT.

The fact he thought funny to just do it again for good measure AND TAKE A PICTURE FOR HIS PERSONAL ARCHIVE TO REMEMBER. Jimin looking at the picture month later and telling himself "Oh yeah, I took a picture of MY MAN on the boat my little Jungkookie is MINE AND MINE ONLY" while looking at it fondly and a little devilish.

This is surreal.

This is the type of shit that couldn't have been predicted.

IT FEELS REALLY SEXUAL TOO. IDK??? LIKE??

I'm losing my goddamn mind.

Guys guys we have come to this type of insane stuff OK. ok.

This is fine. This is perfectly fine. Let me breathe.

I'M NOT OK???

God couples are so annoying and insufferable.

We get it guys you're really in love in a kinky way. We. get. it.

Do they know some people are single?? Do they not care? No those two lovebirds are too occupied being completely obsessed with each other of course 😐

They are completely insane, those two.

I'M SO DONE. BYE.

[joocomics]

1k followers celebration event — ⌞⌗ p1h drabble⌝

𓂃⠀𓈒 bf!taeyang x fem!reader

genre: smut ( 18+ ) ── 0.6 words

request: “i know you have one more for me. come on, i'm not done yet”

✎… established relationship, sub!reader, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, name calling (slut once), spanking, hint of dacryphilia

( event masterlist | p1h masterlist )

Taeyang loves watching you cum around him as many times as possible and his lips are almost always smiling. A gentle, lazy curl of his plump lips that radiates satisfaction.

In a moment, another charming smile, proud and confident, is going to settle on his face. Maybe this time it will be wider and expose his perfectly white teeth; you wouldn’t be able to know - your body betrays you every single time you attempt to lift yourself up due to the approaching wave of orgasm.

Because of your lack of strength, and your boyfriend’s determination to have you fall apart on top of him, your face remains hidden into the pillows and your eyes squeezed shut.

“Fuck—“ Taeyang cusses at your ear, groaning your name over and over again. “I know you have one more for me…”

His hands strengthen their grip on your ass cheeks, keeping them spread out so he can thrust himself inside you speedily with ease.

“Come on, my pretty slut!” His voice shakes some more, but that doesn’t stop him from encouraging you with lewd words; he knows the positive effects they have on you. How they fluster you while also pushing you closer to where he wants to. “Come on, I’m not done yet.”

The tension burning in his core has Taeyang almost growling against your warm neck as he puts all his efforts into maintaining the intense rhythm despite the tightness of your walls. The nice thing is, they’ve coated him perfectly in a slippery essence that makes the process easier and smoother to the point his cock slips out every now and then, causing him to rush into shoving it back inside.

“Tae—“ You whine as loud as your voice can handle; tears spring in your eyes as the fierce slamming of his tip against your g-spot makes you feel like you’re about to break. “Please!”

“Fuck, getting tight—“

Pleased with the sounds erupting from your mouth, but also your soaked cunt, Taeyang lifts one hand in the air, just for a quick moment to slap your ass before gripping on the flesh again.

“So good—“ He whispers through a raspy hissing, “you feel so fuckin’ good…”

It never fails to amaze you - how one day he can make love to you, sensually while embracing you lovingly in his arms, and then turn you completely sore the very next, leaving the heat of all his filthy whispers to linger on your body until you see each other again.

You feel the scorching rush inside you pulsing; magnifying low in your tummy and covering your skin with layers of sweat. All you can think about is relief.

“Cum with me,” you whimper in a rush; the sounds of skin slamming against skin overpower your breathless voice, “together, Tae… please—”

White marks begin to trickle down Taeyang’s girth as he pounds into you even more insistently than a moment ago; balls smacking against your skin every time his lower half bucks up to crash with yours, intensifying the sensation.

His hands maintain their secure position on your ass while the wave of euphoria washes over you; squeezing and guiding you slowly along his length. He can feel your heart banging against his chest as your muffled cries slowly fade into the cushions.

That's when he finally responds to your last words.

“Told you I’m not done with you yet,” he murmurs. His tone has an erotic ring, hinting at the playful twitch of his lips, just like his next actions - his hand pulling out his cock and spanking you with the warm, swollen head. “You can handle it, baby, you always do.”

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[andy-wm]

Politics and the REAL People's Power

The second impeachment vote just passed through the Korean parliament and Yoon is out. His anti-feminism and anti social progress stance never served the greater good and I'm so glad to see that he has been sent packing.

Besides all the other damage he did, his outright disdain for sexual minorities in Korea meant that funding to support groups was slashed and inclusion programs were cancelled.

It's heartwarming to see a lot of queer representation in the crowds of protesters. Brave people standing proud with their flags makes me cheer.

I truly hope the next administration repairs the damage 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Considering that flags and banners were banned at protests in 2014, this is fabulous

Photos from https://x.com/jackwgreenberg/status/1867837642848842128?t=UUuwhxUIbXaT033ze3BM_A&s=19

eta:

It's pretty much unheard-of for idols to comment on politics, they're strongly pressured to remain impartial. But IU has been funding meals for protesters. I love this so much.

Before anyone questions BTS's lack of comment or involvement.... if any of them were to get involved, as serving members of the military they would be in huge trouble. You know what would happen? The military police would arrest them. That means Tae would possibly be sent to throw Namjoon in jail.

[heybaetae]

hi friends! 👋🏻

i am here with my little 2024 gif wrapped after being tagged by @jkvjimin, @cordiallyfuturedwight, @yooboobies, @taehyunghobi, @jinstronaut, and @btsjk-biased. i didn't expect so many tags, so i appreciate you all for including me and wanting to see me recollect some of the work i shared this year. i'll do so under the cut and leave comments wherever i see fit.

i've seen a couple different ways people have done this, so i'll do a variation of both. i'll list my favorite vs. most popular set per each month + some honorable mentions that i liked or were particularly proud of. feel free to go show any of the mentioned posts some love just as i plan to do with everyone else's some time after i post this!

JANUARY

my favorite - vmin holding hands ↳ because i'm Me and they are insufferable

most popular - thankful taehyung

honorable mentions - jimin at home, koo sprout

FEBRUARY 

my favorite - jikook...playing? ↳ i was mostly just continuing to test out panning gifs when i made this, but i liked it a lot because what the fuck is wrong with jimin

most popular - blue & grey yoongi in vegas

honorable mentions - hobi backstage, exhausted jimin

MARCH 

my favorite - bts debut solo albums as iphones ↳  this was the most labor intensive set i'd made probably since the first set in my social media series (aka the instagram feed...part two next year? i've already outlined the templates but hobi is holding me back) and mayhaps the most disappointing as far as steady engagement goes. it dropped off pretty fast and it really killed my spirit ngl...but we ball. i appreciate everyone who wrote really nice things in the tags <3

most popular - fri(end)s

honorable mentions - fri(end)s live film

APRIL 

my favorite - vmin stretching

most popular - favorite jungkook smiles ↳ i think this was requested by an anonymous person, but it sat in my drafts for many months and i thought "oh this could be an endless series for all the tannies if i'm ever running low on comp ideas". then i finally published it on a slow day and just never made another one. maybe some day lol

honorable mentions - ethereal jungkook, rawr xD jungkook

MAY 

i didn't post anything in may. actually, everything i posted in april was an old draft because i took a break during april and may (in other words: i ran away with my tail between my legs after the iphone set lmaooo)

JUNE

my favorite - life goes on vmin self-cam ↳ act surprised. i can't believe they let this sit on a hard drive for four years and then dumped it on me out of no where during festa, are you fucking crazy

most popular - jimin being small and cute

honorable mentions - smeraldo garden marching band, dino wrists jungkook

JULY 

my favorite - jungkook knows he's cute ↳ i also posted the before and after coloring of this because...girl 😭

most popular - taehyung filling the room with negative energy ↳ i would see that video edit all the time and was like...i need this as big gifs. lowkey the quality kinda slays

honorable mentions - ytc in busan jimin

AUGUST

my favorite - happy birthday jeon jungkook ↳ in my timezone his birthday starts at 8am on august 31st, so that's why i include this with august because it appears within that month in my archive. anyway this was fun and experimental and i'm glad i got it out of my system since i always wanted to try the google theme. i ended up merging it into the social media series because of the templates, but that was clearly a stupid move because if something says happy birthday in the caption people tend to abruptly stop reblogging it when the birthday is over so... 🤡

most popular - jimin struggling in connecticut

honorable mentions - sunscreen jungkook, giggly jikook, raggedy brothers, vmin in jeju

SEPTEMBER 

my favorite - maknae line sharing tae's glasses

most popular - park "believable ass" jimin

honorable mentions - jikook on the train, maknae line love gestures, jungkook being cussed out by jimin

OCTOBER 

my favorite - happy birthday park jimin ↳ another birthday flop but it's so cute

most popular - vmin in the car

honorable mentions - jikook clowning in the barracks

my recap stops there as i have nothing to show for november and december (with the exception of the yeontan tribute set and what i'll be posting for tae's birthday) as i stopped giffing at the end of october.

you can take a look back at everything else i made in my archive here :)

i don't know what the new year will hold for me as far as posting content goes, but thank you very much to those who never stopped supporting my work this year and the last four years since i started this blog. i've had a lot of feelings this year about my place as a gifmaker here and i've struggled a bit reckoning with the low engagement despite how much i know my work is loved by those who matter and never fail to let me know. i am working on reminding myself of this and i offer the same sentiment to anyone else experiencing the same feelings. you all deserve 100x more than what you get back.

for now though, my queue is gonna continue posting for me for a while. if i can get myself out of this funk by the time bts comes back, then i hope to provide whatever i can when the time feels right.

i think nearly everyone has been tagged to do this by now, but i’ll tag (unless you’ve already done it, just lmk or ignore me) @jung-koook, @kimtaegis, @btsiu, @namchyoon, @kookjinnies, @rjshope and whoever else wants to do this, please do and forward it to me or put it in my tracked tag so i can reblog it!

i love you all. happy new year 💜

[rjshope]

gifmaker / cc wrapped 2024!

I was tagged by most beloveds @raplinenthusiasts @cosmicdreamgrl @jkvjimin @cordiallyfuturedwight @yooboobies @taehyunghobi and @jinstronaut(thank you guys🖤🌷) to share my most popular posts and my favorite ones.

Let's go!

january:

⟡ Yoongi with painted hands // he's cute here no arguments from me ♡ adorkable namgi // lol ♡ that Namjoon live // i'm still recovering btw

february:

⟡ happy Hope on the street♡ rapline saving Jin // i love how you can see their personalities here ♡ Jimin as the cutest dinosaur ever // esp soft for this one

march:

⟡ thank you fo being my artist Jimin live // he said very important thing here ♡ namjin bickering (+Hobi enjoying the show) // i live for bickering namjin ♡ Hobi being Yoongi's favorite seat // yoongi never beating lil meow meow allegations

april:

⟡ Tae and his big brown eyes // y'all just couldn't resist him could you?😁 ♡ that Malta Namjoon // despite the fact that this is my least fav bv season i have a soft spot for this gifset ♡ Dimple gifset for Kayla's birthday // very special work for my very special person🌷

may:

⟡ vibing Namjoon // lmao this is just two simplest b&w gifs and what have y'all done??? 🙈🙈 ♡ namjin laughing // luv my soft boys ♡ Nuts MV // i'm just a weak woman what do you want from me

june:

⟡ SYS Final Kim Taehyung // i'm happy with it, i love this gifset very much <3 ♡ hyung line dynamic in a nutshell // they never fail to crack me up lmao ♡ laughing namgi // so wholesome i love them so much!

july:

⟡ Jin being a good infuence on Namjoon pt.2 // i carried the thought of this gifset in my head for two years, it displays perfectly why these two are so important to me and it's nice to see this post being so appreciated ♡ Hobi being handsome to infinity and beyond // i'm still lost for words you know ♡ Tae gifset for Annie's birthday // this one is very important to me bc it took a lot of my time, blood and sweat to make it, and seeing it floped breaks my heart. Well at least Annie liked it, that's the most important thing. ♡ namjin "revenge is sweet" gifset // if you hear someone making weird evil giggling noises that's me

august:

⟡ jihope being jihope // this is not a gifset this is a happy pill ♡ hyung line from memories of 2015 // i hope i don't need to explain this?!?! ♡ RJ comforting rapline // i'm still sobbing

september:

⟡ namgi dealing with their Jin-hyung // lol#2 ♡ Namjoon birthday compilation gifset // it was my first time doing something like this and i really love how it turned out ♡ maknae line for Pat's birthday // i know this is my post but whenever i see it i sit and look at it in awe (i'm allowed to be proud with myself from time to time) ♡ sope flirting // they are so married it's annoying

october:

⟡ Jin and his mindset // if more of us were like him it would be a merrier place (yes, quoting king of my heart here) ♡ namseok gifset for Julia's birthday // i had so much fun making these ♡ peach Namjoon // iykyk ♡ winter package 2020 hyung line // rare photoshoot with just four of them in the same unit

november:

⟡ Jin, Joon, the saxophone and Jimmy Fallon // totally agree with y'all😌 ♡ Bangbangcon namgi // Yoongi's smile i'm gonna sob ♡ Namjoon and his healing smile // i miss him so much ♡ Jin performing Another Level // i do not make performances gifset often and this is a good song and a good performance and i love how these look

december:

⟡ cute barefaced Yoongi from ITS1 // lol we all are so whipped for him ♡ Jin for Dicon // playing with color isolation was fun ♡ soft (and a bit drunken) Hobi from ITS1 // the look on his face make my heart flutter ♡ cuteness agression namgi // i can't stop giggling, Yoongi your crush is showing ♡ ON Kinetic Manifesto Film Shoot Sketch | Hyung line // my boys looking fine as hell, that's it that's the tweet

Idk if it me or you really can see how my january gifs look different from december gifs. It didn't happen on purpose, but it's something that is interesting to see.

It fun to see how my year started with 2019 year and with MOTS: Persona era. And now i'm closing it by entering BE and Life Goes On era *breathes out* Yeah, life goes on and my journey goes on as well😁

Anyway it was my second year here and i'd like to thank you all for staying with me, for you support, for your reblogs and comments, it means a lot💖 I enjoyed this ride, let's continue next year with the boys!

tagging @namchyoon @kimtaegis @jung-koook @hvseoks @btsiu

@taee @kth1 @heybaetae @oumoumimi (no pressure ofc <3)

[as-is-above-so-below]

The Captain - Simon Riley x Sniper!Reader, Wife!Reader

Part 9

summary: post-mission drinks and another flashback :) call sign: Freyja warning: NSFW, MDNI. Canon typical violence mentioned. Note: WE'RE BACK AGAIN! I'm super proud of this chapter (it may be my longest!) so I hope y'all like it :') Some of you may recognize a scene in the flashback from the original MW franchise, and you would be correct! I used that as a loose outline for a little Ghost/Freyja (pre-call sign) moment A special thank you to @lethalchiralium and @halfmoth-halfman for being the best betas and @peachesofteal for always spitballing. Enjoy and blessed be! << Previous | Next >>

Freyja checked on Arthur in his crib one final time, confirming that the little baby was still sound asleep, before closing the door to her bedroom with his monitor in hand. After arriving home following the gala mission, Freyja relieved Gaz of his babysitting duties and finished putting her son to bed while Simon took the first shower. They quickly swapped out so he could check on Joan and she could wash her makeup off.

As she came down, Soap was already sitting on the opposite end of the couch as Gaz, a glass with a hefty pour of amber liquid in hand. His mohawk was damp, indicating he must have showered in their guest bath. Her husband was leaning back in their oversized armchair, dressed in sweats and a black tee. God, if their friends weren’t there…

Freyja positioned herself between his open legs and leaned down, hands resting on either side of Simon’s head, to briefly press their lips together.

He inhaled softly through his nose and brushed his thumb against her bare thigh. “Mmm,” he hummed, then broke off the kiss. “Hi, love.”

“Hi…” She shifted down to join him, bent legs draped across his lap as she cozied up. “How’s Joan?”

Simon reached his open hand around her knees until it came to rest on her outer thigh. “Sound asleep. Gaz did a good job-”

“Make out!” Soap interrupted, smiling into his glass as he downed his drink. “I’ll give ye a hundred pounds.” 

Her husband sent the sergeant a pointed look accompanied by a signature eye roll.

“No.”

“Awe, c’mon!” Johnny whined, head thrown back. “Ah’ve never seen ye winch for real!”

“I’m not a whore,” Freyja started, raising a brow at Simon. “But a hundred pounds is a hundred pounds. I’ve fucked you in public for less.”

He chuckled softly at that, starting to rub her freshly moisturized leg, drawing circles with his fingertips. “You fuck me in public for free,” Simon pointed out with a long, lingering kiss on her cheek. The motion sent shivers up her spine that she purposefully chose to ignore.

“CLAM UP!”

“You’re the one who asked me to make out with my husband, you perv!” Freyja cried, throwing her hands in the air in exasperation. Simon still had his nose buried by her ear, his deep timber chuckling softly in her ear. Jesus Christ. 

“Because I’m sad and horny and miss my boys!”

Roach and Kӧnig were gone on a mission for two weeks. Two weeks without sex had Soap that pent up?

“Soap, I think you have a problem.”

“And why would I indulge you after the performance you put on tonight?” Simon asked, his touch slowly creeping further and further up her leg. Between her and the chair, his opposite hand settled nicely against the snap of her back.

Valid point. The groping and kissing had been a lot.

“I’m sorry! Ah was just tryin’ tae do you both a favor!”

“Nah, she won’t do it.” Gaz crossed his ankle over his knee, wearing a boyish grin and egging her on. Per usual, for Kyle Garrick. “I know for a FACT he tops. No way Ghost is a bottom bitch.”

“Occasionally.” His nose traced the shell of her ear, and his fingers dipped under her pajama shorts. After their meeting in the gala bathroom, if he kept going on the path he was on–

“He whimpers, too.”

“Liar!”

“You two are insuffer–”

Simon Riley was an expert in many areas, including but not limited to shutting his wife up; firm, dominant kisses usually did the trick. And if they wanted a show…

His free hand left her back to gently cup her cheek, in stark contrast to the tongue prying her surprised lips open and lapping into her mouth. Freyja’s eyes fluttered closed, and she let herself melt into his touch, following his lead. She kissed him back with equal fervor, nibbling at his plush lower lip and lacing her fingers through the hair at his nape. It never ceased to amaze her how easily the man under her could turn her into a puddle, soft and pliable in the palm of his hand.

At least thirty seconds of swapping spit had passed by the time Simon’s hand pushed her bottoms up a bit. What they were doing could barely be called a kiss, treading more on the side of a sloppy makeout session. He pawed at her ass, fingers digging into the stretch-mark-ridden flesh before dragging Freyja into his lap, guiding her to straddle him. Just as she sank her weight onto his hard crotch for some release–

“Oooh, steamy.”

Simon pried himself off her, restraining the urge to moan as Freyja moved down his neck and choked, “Sergeants, see yourself out.”

“Cannae drive, mate! We’re hammered, and it’s just gettin’ good-”

“Then go upstairs,” he all but growled, using his hands to roll her hips against his. The quiet moan against his shoulder wasn’t lost on him. “Cause I’m gonna fuck my wife. Plug your ears while you’re at it.”

Kyle, the intelligent man he was, popped off the couch with a salute and marched upstairs. He had seen what he needed to see and wasn’t keen on watching live-action porn.

“Why cannae you go upstairs?”

Freyja sat back to give herself enough room to grab the hem of her husband’s shirt and yank it up his torso. Her chest was heaving with gentle pants, Simon looking up at her with that cocky smirk of his in response to her desperation. What did he expect, for her not to be horned up after getting tossed around in that bathroom?

“M’goin’!”

“Wise choice.”

The couple kept themselves quiet, allowing adequate time for their guests to get to a safe distance. Another well-placed grind of her damp shorts against his hard cock pulled a sharp sound from the lieutenant, and he hurriedly finished ripping his shirt over his head and tossing it across the room. Freyja couldn’t help the proud smile that pulled at her lips, her chest warming up at the power she held over him.

Several years ago

The lieutenant’s arrival in England was unceremonious. Laswell brought her through to John Price’s office and introduced the two. Strong energy radiated off of him, the presence of a skilled leader. He wouldn’t be difficult to work with; hopefully, she could use her time there to learn a thing or two from the captain that she could use on her track up the ranks. The trio went on a tour around the base, where she met Gary Sanderson – callsign “Roach” – who she became fast friends with due to her affinity for British Sign Language.

Then there was Ghost.

John didn’t offer anything other than the man’s callsign. She found it hard to believe someone of his stature could be likened to anything resembling a ghost, but she had seen crazier things during her service. The black ski mask with a skull print was a choice, but not dissimilar to the black gater she sported at the time.

In the days following her arrival, the lieutenant did her best to bond with her new team members, even though the arrangement was temporary. Roach wasn’t a problem, and even their superior made an effort to get to know her and her ambitions, even her personal life. 

“No call sign?” Price asked, having already read over the file Kate had sent over.

She shrugged noncommittally. “I haven’t found one that fits me yet. I just go by whatever designation I have for the mission.”

“Bravo-one it is.”

Ghost, on the other hand–

The sergeant proved her first impression wrong. How did the giant of a man manage to disappear whenever she entered a room? However, Ghost didn’t always vanish, and she couldn’t figure out a pattern. It was as though he was intentionally steering clear of her presence, but only in certain situations.

She would be correct.

One of the first things the team did was head to the gym to familiarize themselves with the others’ techniques and skills in combat. With Price, Roach, and Ghost already knowing each others’ affinities, that left the lieutenant to showcase hers. Price wanted to give her a challenge, to see how she would handle someone who clearly overpowered her. Ghost was the obvious choice, at six-foot-four and change and two-hundred-plus pounds.

She won the first round, although barely. She was good, and Ghost hadn’t dared underestimate her before stepping into the ring. She’d somehow wrenched herself out of his grip and onto his shoulders, with her thighs locked around his neck effectively enough for him to tap at her hip. Ghost won the second, taking more time than he would have liked to pin the lieutenant on her back, securing her hands above her head and holding her down with his body weight.

He could take the damned heavy breathing and mischievous eyes staring up at him through her lashes. But when “Good job, Sergeant” slipped past her lips and planted itself firmly in his brain, he leaped off the woman as if she was on fire. His cargos did a good enough job concealing the raging hard-on he sported during the rest of the evaluation, but they didn’t ease Ghost’s suffering as he had to stand there and avoid her occasional glances.

While the newcomer was learning the ropes of the base and making friends, Ghost was preoccupied. He was putting in a considerable effort to not think about her; the mask covering the lower half of her face, her pretty eyes above that black mask, her chest in the tight shirt she arrived in–

Pull yourself together.

He was doing well for a while. Ghost made it six whole hours without popping another boner. Then there was the interrogation.

That night, Roach and Price picked up a cartel member from the cell they were trying to locate. The captain paired Bravo-one, her temporary call sign, and Ghost on the interrogation. Hard to avoid me now, huh? she thought to herself as they approached the room, Ghost pausing just before the door. She wasn’t exactly sure what she had done to make him so avoidant, but she couldn’t be bothered much then. They had a job to do.

With a hand on the knob, the man with the skull plate looked over his shoulder at her. “If you’d like to do the talking–”

“No, thank you.”

Ghost raised a brow under his mask, watching her roll up her sleeves.

“No?”

“I can be persuasive.”

She ignored the expression she couldn’t quite place and waved her hand, directing him to open the door. “After you, Sergeant.”

The pair split off, Ghost immediately going to their captive’s chair, the other hovering by the duffel bag in the corner, packed with various tools and weapons. The one she picked up and inspected for any dents or abnormalities made Ghost’s brain twitch. Well, maybe not his brain–

“And who’s the looker?” the stranger asked, licking his lips. “You’d be prettier if you took the mask off, baby.”

“That’s my lieutenant,” Ghost replied, leaning on one of the metal chair’s arms. “She’s here to make sure you tell me what I want to know.”

“And what exactly would you like to know, Sergeant?”

“Easy question.” He leaned down into the dealer’s bubble, close to his ear. “I just want your boss’s location.”

The man whistled lowly, shaking his head as he clicked his tongue. “Now, that, I can’t do,” he said with a shrug. “Unfortunately for you, this routine won’t work for me. The bad cop smacks me around; the good cop comes in with an offer to save the day – been there, done that. Maybe if you sweeten the deal with that lovely piece of–”

“You’re mistaken,” Bravo-one interrupted his monologue, stepping away from the corner and further into their witness’s line of sight. “He’s not the bad cop.” She bent to his level and brought the torch between them before flicking the flame on. Their prisoner’s stoic face quickly soured, and he thrashed against his restraints, making every attempt to escape the blue flame. “I am.”

Ghost found many things attractive, but he wasn’t aware that watching a woman he had just met torture a grown man and make him beg for life (and eventually, his death) would make him so painfully hard. He tried to blow off steam in the gym a few hours later (after jerking off in the shower, fucking minx), but was yet again met with the sight of his partner. Her hair was still damp from a post-mission shower, leaving a wet spot on the back of her t-shirt. This time, however, she had perched herself outside Price’s quarters. She leaned against the open door frame, chatting quietly, in nothing but a t-shirt and incredibly short shorts. Short enough, that the delicious crease where her ass met her thigh was prominently displayed.

Abort, abort, abort–

It was like the man had blacked out until he was safely in the confines of his quarters, back pressed against the now-locked door. He was a panting, flushed wreck under his mask, which he swiftly pulled off and tossed onto his dresser. Every endeavor to catch his breath or slow his heartbeat went nowhere. He decided cracking his skull against the solid wood door might jumpstart his system again and divert his thoughts away from the lieutenant.

Needless to say, that did nothing to appease the throbbing sensation between his legs.

“Bloody hell…”

Nothing a quick wank couldn’t fix. Again.

Price invited her to a local military bar with the rest of the crew, the usual spot for those who stayed on base on a Thursday night. It didn’t take her long to change and hitch a ride with their captain, donning a simple open-knit sweater with a bralette underneath and dark blue jeans. Once they arrived, she immediately noticed Ghost sitting at the end of the u-shaped countertop, tucked against the wall with his hood over his head. She took her time floating around the bar, shaking hands and conversing happily with various privates and soldiers that weren’t on their assignment. The damp air in the space, combined with her breath, made her mask cling to her face; this was a common occurrence, one the soldier had learned to put up with.

Ghost made no effort to approach her, but she wasn’t blind; his eyes followed her constantly. Whether he was being intentionally conspicuous or not, she didn’t know. After their little sparring match (that left a puddle in her underwear), she thought she had felt something shift. Even though she’d only known the man a few hours then, something about the sergeant piqued her interest. His commanding aura, powerful stance, laid-back yet driven attitude–

Or, his monstrous size and muscles. Those were always a plus.

When Ghost had fled from the training facilities, leaving her on the floor, she raised her arms and let them smack against the mat underneath her.

“He’s a tricky lad to get to know. You’ll get there,” Price had said, insisting that his adverse reaction was nothing personal.

Regardless, he wasn’t making a move, and the constant avoidance wasn’t floating her boat.

So, she allowed Roach to pull her to the cozy dance floor on the other side of the bar. Her eyes wrinkled with the wide smile under her mask as she danced with the silent soldier, chest to chest, periodically spinning under his arm. They laughed and danced like carefree fools; she had been nervous about crossing the pond to a new country, partnering up with strangers for such a vital mission. It wasn’t the same as a deployment or going to various countries with her usual team. The cartel could keep her in England for weeks if not months. Most of the people so far had made her feel welcome.

Most.

Still, she allowed her eyes to fall on the one soul who had made it seem like she didn’t belong – on that mission, on base, in the military in the first place–

And found the portion of his face not covered by his balaclava examining her. Ghost was damn good at concealing his emotions; in the few days she’d been graced with knowing him, she couldn’t figure out his thoughts three-quarters of the time. But at that moment, it almost seemed like fury mixed with a…certain softness?

His gaze shifted to her dance partner and darkened, no longer holding what she thought she had seen just a second before. Ghost held their eye contact while he downed his drink and slammed the heavy glass on the counter. Finally, he stormed to the exit with his hands stuffed into his pockets. She watched him shoulder the emergency door, which apparently had no alarms attached to it, and disappear outside. It was like a silent command to follow. Or maybe a warning, a huge, neon red sign blinking ‘BEWARE! DANGER!’ at her.

However, she had never been known for playing things safe.

“Roach,” she said over the music, slowing her movements. “I need some air. Don’t wait up.”

He simply smiled and bobbed his head before signing, “Sure! I’ll see you back on base tomorrow?”

“Try not to take it too rough tonight,” she signed back with a wink, patting him on the shoulder.

“I make no promises!”

Roach wouldn’t have a hard time finding someone to go home with, that much she was sure about. Even as she weaved through the crowd, she scoped a soldier still in their fatigues heading in her companion’s direction. Lucky bastard, she thought, trying not to let her envy for Gary’s ability to draw men in get the better of her. I’d give anything to scratch that itch right about now. But she was determined. Determined to confront Ghost about his attitude toward her, his superior, and end it. She quickly stepped to the door, hoping to catch the sergeant before he went back to base–

And collided with said sergeant's chest as she went to push the door out.

“Lieutenant.”

The lieutenant recovered smoothly, stepping back to put some space between them. “Sergeant,” she said, nodding to him. “Can I speak to you outside for a moment?”

He stared for a beat before silently stepping back and holding the door open as she stepped out. The cool, refreshing air flowed through the wide knit of her sweater, offering solace from the hot, stiff air, inside the building. The back exit led to a quiet parking lot; all they could hear was the soft buzz of the street light above, Thursday night traffic in the distance, and the muted music from the speakers inside. 

They stood side by side in silence for a while, him with his hands tucked into his hoodie pocket again, her arms crossed over her chest. The bar was further away from the city, making the clear, starry sky more visible without the smog and city lights. It would be peaceful if not for her whirring thoughts and the intoxicating musk and whisky wafting from the man next to her. Maybe she’d find someone to go back to the barracks with later.

She wasn’t expecting Ghost to be a regular Chatty Cathy, but the silence was unbearable. “Did I do something to upset you, Sergeant?” she asked, not looking up at him.

“No, ma’am.”

God, she wanted to throttle him. “Then why are you avoiding me?” She took the silence that followed as confirmation of her suspicions, which only fueled her fire more. “We’re supposed to be a team; you and I are partners. The whole won’t function with you icing me out.”

Another pause as Ghost contemplated his response. Her sneaker scuffed against the pavement as she shifted her stance, choosing to spread her weight equally instead of leaning to one side. It made her feel taller, and she needed all the help she could get next to the absolute unit beside her.

“You’re distracting.”

“Distra-” She looked up at him then, baffled, and saw him still facing forward. But she did notice his jaw tightened underneath the mask. Distracting? That’s not–

Oh.

“Rather cozy with the little insect.”

She couldn’t help it, honest. At first, she snorted, but her recovery wasn’t as swift as the chuckle rolled into barrelling laughter. “R-Rather…insecure for such a…big man!” she wheezed, hunching over with her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. 

Ghost asked, “Something funny?” which only made matters worse and threw her into another fit of giggles and snorts. Very ladylike. After close to a minute, she managed to compose herself enough to suck in a deep breath of oxygen.

“You’re jealous?” she questioned, straightening her back again. “Oh, that’s…that’s hilarious.”

“I’m not.”

Liar.

“You’ve been pining after me this whole time, and you–” The giggling started again, but under enough control that she could still speak. “Ghost, Roach is fucking gay.”

Ghost’s eyes snapped over to her at that, although he couldn’t find the words for a smart response. Several things he had noticed about Roach suddenly made sense. He’d been working with Roach for months by that point. How hadn’t he put two and two together? 

“You’d have a better chance of getting him to fuck you than me.”

Before he could stop it, his mouth spoke quicker than his mind could keep up with. “Oh, I’m not a bottom, love.”

Now, that certainly wasn’t a response she prepared for. Was it a good idea to proposition someone of a lower rank as a contractor?

Probably not.

If she was wrong and he wasn’t interested, he could report her and get her demoted if not discharged entirely. But if she’s right, and someone else catches them, that would at least count towards a demerit, a permanent stain on both of their records.

But again, you know what they say about her and risks…

“You sure about that?” she hummed, keeping her gaze forward and arms crossed.

Ghost raised an eyebrow and gave her a once over with his side-eye, eyes following her every curve, from her feet up to her exposed shoulder where her sweater had slipped and the open holes to her bare skin underneath. He forced his sight forward like a good soldier, clenching his fists tightly in his pocket to help restrain himself. “I don’t make a habit of fuckin’ my superiors, ma’am,” he offered, head tipped back towards the open sky.

“Who said you’d be doing the fucking, soldier?”

His skin reacted immediately, burning hot under the black fabric. He chanced another look at her without turning his head and saw her looking back through pretty lashes. If there were a definition for “fuck me eyes” in the dictionary with a picture next to it, the eyes he was currently staring into would be there. He had done so well, circumventing any temptation from a superior officer. The military was all he had; if he was discharged, he would have nowhere else to go. The ghost didn’t even have an apartment off-base, always staying in the barracks, save for times when Price dragged him to his house and forced him to stay there. 

He had been so diligent and successfully dodged her at every opportunity, dodged her kind advances of friendship, even sat across the room during the few briefings they’d had together to keep physical distance between him and his problem. But with every passing second of peering down into those eyes, the rest of her face concealed by a mask not unlike his own – he felt his impulses surging forward and self-control slipping away.

The man sighed deeply and dropped his head with his eyes closed. “Bollocks.” Ghost placed a hand on her lower back while the other pulled his belt open, the leather slipping through the metal clasp, buckle clinking as he guided her towards Price’s vehicle.

Ever the gentleman, Ghost popped the door open and stepped to the side, allowing her space to climb in first. She couldn’t be bothered with concealing the giddy, satisfied look as she perched herself on the seat and tugged him between her legs by his waistband.

“Don’t give me that look.”

Mischief twinkled in the irises staring back at him, and suddenly the black mask he’d grown accustomed to disappear, showcasing a smile to match. “What look, Sergeant?” she questioned, her voice pitched lower than usual and her touch slipping into his pants and squeezing. Hard. A gloved hand smacked into the frame of the vehicle, supporting his body through the sudden tremor that jerked his hips forward.

Fuck.

She did manage to learn a few things about Ghost in that SUV. Those facts are as follows:

He was much more religious about keeping his mask on than she was with hers

Whimperer

He somehow was able to be soft while also fucking her stupid?

That tongue of his was good for more than quick whit

When Ghost came inside her, his thighs shaking and convulsing as her warm walls milked him dry, she gave them both a minute to gather their senses before rolling her hips again, earning a pathetic whine.

“Come on, Sergeant,” she panted, pulling his head up from her shoulder by short curls at the nape of his neck. “You can do better than that. Make me come again? Please?”

She had known him for two days and already had him on his knees for her. That theme would be consistent in their relationship going forward.

taglist: @esthervalea, @miss-leto, @sweetestcowboy, @blueoorchid, @apocalypticseagull, @eatingtheworldsoffanfiction, @covenlovenn, @330bpm-whiplash, @gnoccheyy, @jaggernauticals, @dwkfan, @untoldshortsofthefandomsdoms, @bobfloydsgf, @maviee, @thomaslefteyebrow, @kyovy, @prodyng, @scout-fang, @avalkyrieofparis, @misshoneypaper, @berryjuicyy, @voteforpedropascal, @beakami, @addictedtothefictionalworld, @kaghost, @witchy-writing, @67-angelofthelordme-67, @thychuvaluswife, @mysticalpandabear, @cabreezer0117

Copyright © 2023 as-is-above-so-below. All rights reserved.

[hheartsdramas]

love of the divine tree episodes 31/32/33...i just keep playing "true love's kiss" from enchanted in my head.

he is going to fall in love with mqg/ranran again and again because she's the only one with the spine to stand up to him and boss him. everyone else just folds like soggy tissue paper

i love that su yishui's rebelliousness is what's coming out strongest. and honestly, ye xin should know that because he was the guy trying to turn him into evil incarnate, and every time his plan went awry because sys was like, "actually, i do what i want. and also what mu qingge wants."

"who knows how decadent and absurd i've been all these years?" my good sir you have been the exact opposite of decadent in your ice cave and denying yourself all worldly pleasures as self-punishment. but you are right about the absurd part

ohh yeahhhhhh the way to break the memory loss curse is true love! so he gets to fall in love again AND get his memories back about their love story. i can't wait! (i have heard it's a happy ending which is why i'm so confident)

as someone who has been trying to get better at cooking, this is all highly relatable and deeply hilarious to me

"making me eat and want a hug? WHAT IS THIS WOMAN DOING TO ME?" poor baby

"you need to eat well to have the strength to kill" !!!!! this girl, i tell you. she's just the best

the way she looks at him because she knows she can call his bluff

oh no giant spiders i might not be able to watch this part

"you need to fall in love with me! it's for your own good and the good of humanity!" honestly an easy task because all she has to do is feed him and give him a peck on the cheek and smile that smile and he starts to crumble

this baby boy was getting jealous that she bought gifts for everyone including the animals except him and then she gives him a stress doll!! and i don't care what he says, he is going to treasure that doll. (it reminds me a little of when moon gang tae gives mang tae to ko moon young in it's okay to not be okay. "how childish" they both scoff and then wouldn't give it up without a fight or romantically symbolic reason)

tu jiuyuan, i was about to be so proud of you. i'm so sorry wei jiu is an idiot

sys has initiated a *lot* of 1:1 time and kisses for someone who absolutely doesn't wouldn't could never love her

my poor baby boy you are fooling exactly no one with your "i'm only cooperating to get my memories back" bullshit

honestly is there any better dynamic than extremely guarded and angry person with wounded inner child + tiny earnest child?

[not-goldy]

‘Because I'm busy with work can easily sound like you are trying to avoid me. We can't be seen hanging out can easily be construed as you're ashamed of me, let's try and hang out with other people so people don't figure us out can easily turn to you are trying to replace me.’

The way I am almost sure this is the reason, or one of, for the show. As in Jimin spent a lot of time in appearances with others, with Yoongi and Hobi and Tae, and I think not Jungkook bc of enlistment. I think the show was that, as you said, ashamed of me. Trying to not let people see what they are to each other. The show kept on the down-low until now. Nothing at the time of filming, nothing until Jimin and JK got on that plane together to Japan, at which point the buddy enlistment was approved, it felt looking back like a to hell with it. Same as the back hug selca, a we submitted our application it’s up to the Gods, here’s us as we are Moment. that been my opinion for a while now and your paragraph above made me think of it again.

I mean I can't sit here and say Jimin doesn't know- he's the most emotionally aware individual I've ever come across on the internet and over the years he's stood tall and proud to be associated with Jungkook.

I truly respect him for that. Over and over again. He shows JUNGKOOK I'm not ashamed of us. I'm not ashamed of this. If that is one of Jungkook's insecurities he makes sure he gives him plenty of reassurances goddammit Jimin the man you are.

It the constant name calling of Jungkook, discriminating against him, calling him a misfit who isn't cut out for idol life because he's nonconformist a rebel someone with no class who literally airs his laundry to millions of people

He may have his circle of friends but the people he's often caught hanging around with look like the Gotham's forsaken misfits, the isolation, hanging out by himself at fancy events, people calling him mean and ghetto when all he's trying to do is live his damn life in peace

Jimin has a lot to do for him and I'm genuinely happy that this man goes out of his way to show him the love that he deserves, the loyalty, the care, the patience, the acceptance oh Jungkook 😭😭😭😭😭

He even says he hangs out with Jungkooks friends 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Ladies let's protect Park Jimin with our lives and whoop anyone who tries to steal him from Kook 😭🤧

[lachesismoonmist]

JK Drabbles - One Shots #3 - Wait

Here's a collection of One-Shot stories involving JK. JK as husband, JK as boyfriend, JK as lover.

Some of them are scenes I wrote which didn't make it into my eventual stories,but were such fun to write I wanted to share them.

There are some chapters which are inspired by a song. I will include info on the song at the start of the chapter.

Each story is saved as an individual chapter.

Enjoy!

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook / Reader

Also posted on AO3

MY MASTERLIST

Masterlist for JK Drabbles - On Shots

#1 - Welcome Home #2 - Be My Slave #3 - Wait #4 - Days Without Incident

--------------

Chapter 3: Wait - JK as boyfriend

Inspired by: “Wait” by Maroon 5

“Oh, let me apologize I'll make up, make up, make up, make up for all those times Your love, I don't wanna lose I'm beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin', begging you Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around? Just wait, can we work things out, can we work things out? Just wait, can you call me please? ‘Cause I wanna be with you.”

 (Look out for these lyrics and other lyrics from the song in the story!)                                                                                                                 

-----------------

The Wedding

It was a special occasion.  You looked at your reflection in the full-length mirror.  You were in an agave-green colored, floor-length dress. The luxe stretch satin draped your figure, accentuating your curves.  The corset bodice had a draped off-the-shoulder soft cowl neckline with matching draped sleeves that showed off your full breasts.  The thigh-high slit on the left gave enough room to move freely, and hell, it looked sexy when you moved as it offered glimpses of very toned thighs.

Your hair was half-tied up, with floral hair combs, the loose tresses flowing down your back in waves.  You grimaced at the amount of make-up the make-up artiste had applied on you, but you grudgingly admitted it looked good.  She managed to cover up the dark circles under your eyes and hide the fact that you looked a little tired.

You took a deep breath and picked up the silk flower bouquet from the side table.  You paused to admire the silk flower bouquet, with ivory and emerald forest green roses fern with eucalyptus, peony and anemone.

You made your way to the main living room of the hotel suite. The space had been turned into a mini make-up studio.   Your sister and mom were sharing a hug.

“I love you too Sweetie.  Watch the tears! Don’t smear your make-up.  It’s your big day today,” your mom was smiling, sniffling slightly as she gently held your sister’s face.

Your sister laughed, dabbing at her eyes.  She looked so beautiful.   Her A-line bridal gown had 3D flowers hand painted on.  The illusion bodice had a sweetheart neckline, showing off her golden tan.  Her blond streaked hair had a braid twisted with little flower crystals into a crown around a high bun, with her sun kissed wavy hair flowing down her back like a golden waterfall. 

Your mom was in a lace and stretch satin dress with an illusion neckline and three-quarter sleeves.  The fitted bodice was adorned with lace and there was a self-tie bow at the waist.  She squeezed your arm and left the room to check on your dad.

Your sister pulled you into a hug.  You closed your eyes, taking comfort in her embrace.

“I’m so proud of you, Chaeyi,” you said smiling at her.  “You look so beautiful.  Tae’s heart is going to stop when he sees you,” you teased her.

She laughed merrily.  “I hope not, I kind of need him in one piece for this wedding.”   Her smile softened as she held you by your upper arms and looked closely at you.  “Are you okay, Y/N?”. Her brow furrowed in concern.

You refused to let your mood dampen her day.  It’d been two weeks since your life got ripped apart.  Two weeks since you had to move the boxes with all your belongings temporarily into your parent’s house as you’d not had not renewed the lease on your apartment.  You pushed all those thoughts away. “Don’t worry, I’m fine.  I’m just so happy for you!” You pulled her back into a hug as you tried to gain your composure.  “I love you.”

“I love you too, Noona,” she whispered.  Your heart squeezed at hearing her call you “Noona”.  She hadn’t done that since you were teenagers, seeing as she was only two years younger than you were. 

“Ok, enough, enough” you laughed. “You’re going to make us both cry.”

Just then, your dad popped his head into the room.  “How’s my little….”  He trailed off, staring at your sister.  “Wow,” he said as he walked over to her.  “You look like an angel, Sweetie,” he went up to her and put his hand to her cheek.  “I can almost forgive you for making me this green suit.”

“But you look so handsome, Daddy,” you chuckled, reaching up to straighten his tie.

“Ah, both my girls look so beautiful today,” he smiled, taking your hands in his.  “Chaeyi, you ready?”

Chaeyi nodded, picking up her bridal bouquet.   She took a deep breath, then placed her hand in the crook of your dad’s elbow.   You led the way out of the bridal suite and together made your way to the wedding hall.

------------

It wasn’t so much a hall as it was a large tent that had been set up on the hotel lawn.   The entire area was decked in green leaves, white silk flowers and fairy lights.   Pine-colored chairs with white and light green gauze bows were neatly arranged around round tables covered in luxurious ivory-colored tablecloths.

You paused outside the tent with the two other bridesmaids and Shieun, Tae’s little 8-year-old niece who was the flower girl.

The music started. The flaps to the tent were lifted, and Shieun walked slowly into the tent, scattering white rose petals as she went.  You heard a chorus of  “Awwws” at how cute she looked. The two bridesmaids followed.  As the maid-of-honor, you were the last to enter before the bride. 

Tae looked so handsome in his light greyish green suit.  Agave green tie.  White silk flowers in his lapel. His soft brown hair had been styled in waves. He smiled at you, giving you an encouraging nod. Then his eyes light up when he saw your sister. He smiled so widely his eyes crinkled.

Standing next to him was Namjoon. Your childhood friend. Tae  and Namjoon had met in college and got along like a house on fire. They became close like brothers.  In fact, it was during a trip to Oahu, Hawaii when Tae first saw your sister surfing. He fell for her hard.  He said she looked like a goddess.  Golden skin, golden hair, shining against the agave green waves.  Being a surfer himself, he knew the waves at Oahu Pipeline could be deadly.  But your sister was fearless.  They hit it off right away.  They even joked about having a beach wedding, but having sand everywhere wouldn’t make for a very comfortable wedding. They decided on an agave-green theme wedding, a tribute the waves where they first met.

Namjoon was in an agave green suit with a light green tie, the same as your Dad’s.  Namjoon likewise looked very handsome.  His hair looked neat, in contrast to his usual messy mop.  He’d forgone his glasses in favor of contacts which he was usually too afraid to wear, but vanity had won out.  Namjoon smiled at you, exaggeratingly giving you the once over, then pursing his lips to give you an air-kiss. 

Next to him stood Yoongi, also in the agave green suit. He and Tae had been friends since high school.  Yoongi was the definition of “strong and silent type”.  He had an extremely dry and cutting sense of humor.  He had a soft spot for you and your sister though.   He was smiling widely too. To be honest, it was a little strange seeing him smile so much.  You laughed a little at his gummy smile.  He winked at you.

There was supposed to be a third groomsman.  This person had even gotten his measurements taken for the agave green suit.  But Tae stood up there with only two groomsmen.  You tried not to dwell on that, instead focusing on the look of pure happiness on Tae’s face as he gazed adoringly at your sister.

She in turn looked at him with eyes full of love.  You heard your Dad say gruffly  “You take care of my little girl now, Tae.”  Your sister leaned over to kiss your Dad on the cheek. “Thank you, Daddy, for everything.”  Your Dad looked misty-eyed as he took your sister’s hand and placed it in Tae’s.

It was a beautiful ceremony. There was not a dry eye in the first two rows of guests.   Your Mom was dabbing at her eyes.  Your Dad had tears rolling down his cheeks unashamedly.  Your Mom passed him her handkerchief, patting him on the back. 

The lunch was exquisite.  There were a few Hawaiian dishes, a nod at the place where it had all started.  Lunch was over now. Everyone was either dancing or mingling, sipping champagne.

You felt a little uneasy. Like a tickling between your shoulder blades.  You rolled your shoulders to ease the itch.  Then noticed your mother giving someone a dirty look.   Disapproval radiated off her.   You turned to look at who she was frowning at.

Your heart clenched. It was him.  You quickly looked around for your sister. She was dancing with Tae, both lost in their bubble of happiness. Your Dad was dancing with Shieun, lifting her and twirling her as she giggled.  None of them had noticed the uninvited guest.

He was in a crisp, white, long-sleeved shirt and the agave green slacks tailored for the wedding.  The white shirt showed off his broad, muscular shoulders and arms. The slacks hugged his muscular thighs and emphasized his slender waist.  Dammit, he looked good.  But he looked tired. His hair looked like he’d been running his hands through it over and over.  Those puppy dog eyes that could melt the iciest of hearts didn’t have their usual sparkle.  How dare he!  How dare he use those puppy dog eyes on you!  You stalked over to him.

---------

Jungkook was going out of his mind.  The last two weeks had been torture.  He decided he was going to fight for you.  Especially after hearing some news that put the last two months in perspective.

He stepped into the tent. Celebrations were in full swing.  He saw your sister dancing with Tae. Happiness written all over their faces.  He saw your Dad dancing with Shieun. He saw your mom who was talking to someone. Then she moved a little and he saw that that someone was you.

You took his breath away.  He’d never seen you in a dress that color.   It complemented your complexion well.  The dress clung to all your curves, which he followed hungrily with his eyes.  He also noticed the slit in the dress, offering him a glimpse of your thighs. Those thighs that he remembered wrapped around his head as he ate you out.  He shook his head to clear away his wayward thoughts.

Your hair was half-tied up, looking very chic yet relaxed.  You were wearing a lot more make-up than usual. Which wasn’t surprising, you being the maid of honor and all.  He didn’t think you needed make up. You were naturally beautiful. Your heart-shaped face, long wavy brown hair, perfectly arched eyebrows, big brown eyes, long eyelashes, high cheekbones, flawless complexion, plump pink lips.

He would always remember the first time he’d seen you. It was at a Veterinary Conference.  During the tea break, he’d been chatting with a friend when he saw you.  He’d frozen, mouth open.  He’d stopped mid-sentence, a half-eaten finger sandwich halfway to his mouth.  You looked more like a model than a vet.  Not those stick-thin all skin and bones models.  The curvy Victoria Secrets type model.  He could tell you were athletic, based on the muscle tone in your arms, and the way your jeans hugged your legs.  He made it his mission to talk to you and get your number.

He felt attracted to you.  Like there was a gravitational pull and he was caught in it.   You always had this way of capturing his attention, making everything else fade away.  He always knew when you entered a room. His eyes would automatically be drawn to you.  He recalled fondly that first conversation he had with you.  You’d both talked about your work, sharing your unusual cases.  You had an animated conversation about the consistency of poop, animal poop that is. Then you’d both looked down at the small chocolate lava cake you had on your plate and burst out laughing. 

-----------

You looked tired.  You had tension lines – your forehead was a little creased. You were smiling but your smile didn’t reach your eyes.   You always had a glow about you. Your eyes would be shining.  But not today.  There was no glow, as if a lantern had been shuttered.  Your eyes were not shining.  He felt a tightness in his chest and a burning in his gut, knowing he was the cause of your pain.  His insides twisted. He cursed himself for not seeking you out sooner.  He hoped it wasn’t too late.

You’d stalked over to him, eyes blazing.  “You have some nerve, gatecrashing my sister’s wedding!” you hissed.  “Don’t you know better than to show up uninvited? What the hell do you want? Haven’t you done enough?”   Your fists were clenched.  You sounded angry, but behind it he could tell you were keeping a tight rein on your emotions.  He saw you blinking.  He knew you’d cry when you got very angry, and you were holding it all in.

“I came to fight for you, Y/N.  I’m not giving up on us.”

You blinked.  Your mouth opened and closed, like a goldfish’s.  “There is no ‘us’, Jeon Jungkook,” you said in low, seething voice. “You’d better leave now. You’re not welcome here.”  Your voice trembled. He saw your composure slip, your face starting to scrunch up.   You turned on your heel to walk away.

“Wait! Y/N!”  Jungkook was startled that you’d just stalked off.  “Can you turn around?  Y/N?  Just wait!”

You pretended not to hear him and hurried away.  Thank God for the slit in your skirt and the stretchy material of your dress.  Your movement wasn’t hampered as you crossed the lawn to make your way back to the hotel suite. Your tears had spilled over, despite you digging your nails into your palms to try to stem the flow.  You wiped away the tears, knowing you’d have to deal with the stains later to make yourself presentable. 

Jungkook hurried after you.  He saw you wiping away your tears.  His stomach twisted.  He’d do anything to ease your pain.  He’d give anything to hold you again.  He’d beg, grovel, crawl just to see you smile at him. 

He’d almost caught up with you when you reached the suite.  He managed to catch hold of the door before it slammed shut.  You hadn’t noticed that he’d entered the room behind you.  You sat down on the sofa, covering your face, sobbing.  His heart broke into a million pieces.  He’d never seen you cry so hard.  Not even that day two weeks ago when you walked out.

------------

The Fight

Two weeks ago

You’d just gone back to his apartment after celebrating a friend’s birthday at their favorite club. He’d showered and had just finished making hot chocolate.  Your favorite pre-bedtime beverage.  It also helped settle his stomach after he’d had too much to drink.

“Baby, chocolate’s ready!”

You emerged from the room. Your face was white.  You were holding his phone in your hand.    He looked at you in alarm.

“Baby, what’s wrong?  Are you okay?” he reached out and held your arm.

“Don’t ‘Baby’ me,” you hissed, yanking your arm out of his hold.  You thrust the phone at him.  His WhatsApp was open.  He had two messages from Yena.    His heart sank. You’d just had a big fight about this three weeks ago.

You had accused him of welcoming Yena’s advances. She’d been hitting on him while you were all at a club.  Everyone had had a few rounds of drinks.  Yena was Jungkook’s client. A very rich and attractive one.  She said she was interested in his research on natural remedies for pets and wanted to fund him.  She was obviously interested in more than his research. She’d started sending him messages daily.  Good morning. Goodnight.  He never replied unless it had to do with the research.  You’d noticed that she’d always touch him whenever they were together.  A hand on his chest. Lingering on his bicep.  Patting him on the cheek when she teased him. Smiling flirtatiously at him.  Undressing him with her eyes.

Yena had gone as far as to post photos of her and Jungkook taken at events like research seminars on Insta.  There were even a few taken at the club. They looked very close in the photos. 

He said you were reading too much into things.  That you were must being jealous and suspicious. He turned around and accused you of leading Namjoon on.  You’d scoffed, saying Namjoon was your childhood friend, like a brother.  Jungkook was incredulous that you didn’t know how Namjoon felt about you.  Namjoon took every opportunity to touch you.  Hug you.  You were an extremely touchy-feely person, so Namjoon’s touches were nothing out of the ordinary for you.  But Jungkook had noticed the way Namjoon’s gaze lingered on you. How his touches were a tad longer than appropriate, and in areas that went beyond “brotherly” ones.

You’d both shouted at each other for a while, until you stopped to catch your breath. Jungkook had walked over to you and hugged you.  You had flailed against him, beating your fists on his chest.  He just hugged you tighter.  He said he was sorry.  He said he loved you and trusted you.  You told him you loved and trusted him too.  Jungkook said he would tell Yena to only message him about the research and to keep things strictly professional.  He also said he’d be less suspicious of Namjoon. You said you would try to keep your jealousy in check, and remember it was entirely one-sided. You’d also try to be more aware of your interactions with Namjoon, and to stop him if he did anything mildly inappropriate.

Namjoon had always been a sore point for Jungkook.  When you and Jungkook had first started dating two and a half years ago, Jungkook had noticed how Namjoon would sometimes brood when Jungkook and you were together.  Namjoon was quick to put on a smile ready whenever you interacted with him. Jungkook saw this quick change of expression on Namjoon’s face many times. You never saw it. He’d mentioned it to you, but you’d brushed it off assuring him that you treated Namjoon like a brother.  That you only wanted him, Jeon Jungkook.  You’d given him a mind-blowing blowjob to prove your point.  Jungkook was convinced.

 Over time, Namjoon seemed to have resigned himself to the fact that you were with Jungkook now, and it was serious.   Jungkook had asked you to move in with him and you’d agreed.  It was only over the last couple of weeks that Jungkook noticed Namjoon seemed to be renewing his efforts to get closer to you.

 -----------

With a great feeling of dread, Jungkook looked at the messages from Yena.

“That kiss we shared was so electric, Kook.  Your arms caging me in, your big hands on my body.  Here’s a little photo for you so that you’ll dream of me tonight.  I’ll be dreaming of you.”

The photo was one of Yena topless.  Her long hair covering one breast, while she held the other breast in hand, posing for the camera.

He looked up in panic. 

“You kissed her?”  you asked, your voice rough with emotion.

“Y/N, it was a mistake!  We’d all drunk a lot!  She came on to me in the corridor outside the men’s room.  She kissed me! I drunkenly kissed her back, but then I stopped and pushed her away!  I never touched her! I said I’m in love with you!  We are moving in together!”  

“You kissed her back, Jungkook!  Tell me, did you enjoy it?  Was it a thrill to kiss someone who’s not your girlfriend?!? How long has this been happening?!? Were you even going to tell me?”  Your voice was getting louder and louder.

“Oh, you’re one to talk! I saw Namjoon kiss you on the cheek other day and you just smiled at him!  Then he kissed you again and you just laughed! Tell me there’s nothing going on!”

The fight escalated to the point you were screaming at each other.  Your hands balled into fists, your eyes watery.  Then he said something he would regret saying forever.  He knew that you’d broken up with your ex, Jimin, over something similar.  Jimin had been cheating on you.  You’d suspected it, and would often ask him where he was, who he was with.  Jimin had accused you of being needy, jealous and suffocating.  When you tailed him and caught him with his pants down (literally), you’d broken it off. But that relationship left deep scars.  You’d found it hard to open up and trust someone with your heart.  Jungkook thought he’d managed to gain your trust.

“Maybe if you weren’t so jealous and needy, Jimin wouldn’t have cheated on you!”

You stood there, shocked into silence.  He knew for a fact that Jimin had already been cheating on you, even before you’d started questioning him on his whereabouts.  Jungkook knew what he said was a low blow, but he had said it in a fit of anger.  Now he couldn’t take it back.

You looked at him with so much hurt on your face, he felt like dying inside.  Your tears spilled over, running down your cheeks.  But he was hurt too. Hurt that you still didn’t trust him.  Hurt that you were so quick to accuse him of not being faithful.

You closed your eyes, tears still flowing.  When you opened them, there was a hardness in your look that sent chills down Jungkook’s spine. 

“I’ll cancel with the movers.  Tell them they don’t need to pick up my stuff tomorrow.”  You turned to leave his apartment.

“But,… but,…” Jungkook was reeling from what you just said.  His brain couldn’t process what was happening right now. “Where are you going to stay?” he blurted out.

“It’s not your problem anymore,” you whispered and left.   Jungkook was shell-shocked.  You’d left!  His first instinct was to run after you.  But them he remembered, you didn’t trust him. Maybe you just couldn’t trust anyone.  How did things go so badly so fast?  He poured himself a whiskey, his thoughts whirling.  He passed out after his third glass.

------------

The Revelation

He approached you slowly.  You looked up at him.   There was no spark of anger left. Your shoulders slumped in complete defeat.  His heart went out to you, the desire to hold and comfort you overcoming his trepidation and fear of being rejected.   He pulled you up onto your feet and put his arms around you.  You didn’t even struggle.  You continued to cry.  He didn’t say anything.  Just held you and stroked your hair.

When you’d calmed down, he drew back to look at you. Your make-up was ruined, your eyes puffy, your face flushed.  You still looked beautiful.

“Y/N, I meant what I said.  I’m here to fight for you.”

You shook your head, sitting back down on the sofa. Eyes closed, one hand on your forehead.

“Y/N, just listen to me okay?  It’ll all become clear once I finish what I have to say. Please, I’m begging you,” he pleaded, taking both your hands in his.

You sighed and nodded.  Jungkook related how Namjoon and Yena had been conspiring for weeks to break you up.  Jungkook only found out because Yena had gotten drunk at the club again the day before. Jungkook’s co-worker had overhead her gloating about having broken you and Jungkook up just in time before your sister’s wedding. 

Yena  wanted Jungkook to herself.  She’d noticed how Namjoon looked at you and had approached him with a scheme to break you and Jungkook up.  She said Jungkook hadn’t been taking her calls since the break-up, but she could wait. She’d be there to help him get over his heartbreak. She was confident he’d be hers in no time. 

Namjoon on his part would try to get closer to you, hoping to drive a wedge between you and Jungkook.  He made sure to be especially affectionate when Jungkook was around.  He popped in at your workplace with coffee and muffins almost every other day.  He made sure to text you a few times a day with funny memes and stories about friends who ended up as lovers.

You couldn’t believe it.  You shook your head. You got up and paced.  “Namjoon has been one of my best friends since we got out of diapers.  I can’t believe he would stoop so low.”

“He was desperate, Y/N.  We were going to move in together.  He had to do something. Didn’t you notice, he was hanging around you more after I’d started working with Yena?”  Jungkook had considered confronting Namjoon about it, but he didn't want to spoil your sister's wedding.

You thought about it.  It was all starting to make sense now.  All those little things Yena did to seed the idea that Jungkook was cheating on you.   How Namjoon had seemed to be always around.  He’d even mentioned that he was already in love with someone when you’d all been talking about falling in love and settling down.  You hadn’t noticed that he had looked at you with longing when he said it.

It felt like a cloud had been lifted.   Your thoughts were still running a mile a minute. You looked at Jungkook, who had walked up to you and taken your hands in his again.

“Y/N, let me apologize. I’m so, so sorry for those horrible things I said to you. I know it’s something I can’t undo. I was hurt that you didn’t trust me, but I realize that wasn’t your fault.  I know I also hurt you when I didn’t trust you when you said you didn’t have feelings for Namjoon.”  He took a deep breath.  He moved his hands up to cup your face gently.

“I don’t want to lose you, Y/N. I can’t lose you.  Give me a chance.  Can we work things out? I’ll make up for all those times I hurt you.  I wanna be with you, Y/N.  You’re it for me.  Tell me it’s not too late.  I should have fought for you earlier.  Please. Y/N, I’m begging you.  Give us a chance.” He looked deep into your eyes, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones.

You stared back at him.  Your look was soft now.  You saw the love in his eyes.  You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his.

Jungkook was startled by your sudden move but then held your face more tightly as he kissed you back.  His lips moved over yours.  It was bliss. He slanted his lips over yours, deepening the kiss. He licked your lower lip, asking for entry.  You parted your lips on a sigh.  He slipped his tongue in, his tongue dancing with yours.  You tasted sweet. Well, a little salty because of the tears. But sweet.  It was a nectar he was addicted to.

Your arms reached up to wind around his shoulders as he pulled you closer.  Your body flushed against his.  His erection rubbed against your lower belly.  He pushed you backwards until your back hit the wall.  Being in his arms again felt so good.  Your body reacted.  Your nipples were hard when he pulled down the front of your dress to gain access to your breasts.  He squeezed your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples, pressing open mouthed kisses along your jaw.

You clawed at his belt, undoing it.  You unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, reaching into his boxer briefs to grab his hard cock.  You gave it a few pumps.  He reached into the slit of your dress and pulled your knee up, opening you up to him.  He pumped his cock with one hand, using the other hand to push your panties to one side.  He bent slightly, positioned his cock at your entrance and drove all the way in.

You moaned.  He moaned.  “So wet, Baby,” he groaned. This was what Heaven must feel like. This feeling of completeness. Of being whole.   He reached down to grab your ass, pulling you up.  You wrapped your legs around his hips.    He thrust hard into you, his body pinning yours to the wall.  Your hands went into his silky hair.  He sucked at the skin near your collarbone. 

“Miss. This. So. Much,” he grunted as he started thrusting faster and harder.  You felt your muscles tensing up.  “Harder, Kook, I’m close” you said breathily.  He pounded into you a few more times, then your world shattered.  He bit down on your neck as you came, making your body arch against his, your hands pulling on his hair as you cried out his name.  A few more sloppy thrusts and he climaxed too. 

He held you close, breathing in your scent. “I love you,” he said, kissing your neck.  He slowly lowered your legs till you could stand up on your own.

“I love you too, Kook,” you said, looking into his eyes. “I never stopped loving you.”

You adjusted your dress, pulling up the front and pulling down the skirt while Jungkook tucked himself back into his briefs and buckled his belt.

“Move in with me,” Jungkook said, putting his arms around you again. “I’ll get the movers to get your things from your parent’s house tomorrow.   Let me start making it up to you.  I’ll make you breakfast in bed every day,” he offered, kissing you all over your face, making you laugh.  You nodded, smiling.

“Oh, another thing,” he added.  You stilled your movements. “I told Yena that I don’t want to work with her anymore.”

“But your funding…” you started protesting.

Jungkook clamped his hand over your mouth to stop you from talking. “I can do without it.  There’s no way I can continue working with a conniving bitch like her,” he said with conviction, prompting you to hold his face and draw him into a deep kiss.

“Ahem….”  Someone cleared their throat loudly.

Jungkook and you stopped kissing, startled, turning to look at the person who’d just walked in.

“Sooooo…., “ your sister said, looking between the two of you.  Her eyes drifted to the small hickey on your collarbone.  She took in your flushed faces. Your lipstick on Jungkook’s lips. The rumpled state of your skirt.  Jungkook’s messy hair.  With a straight face, she pointed at Jungkook, “Your fly’s undone, Tiger,”.  She chortled when Jungkook hastily zipped himself up.

“Everything ok, Y/N?”  she asked you, a world of meaning behind her simple question.

You smiled at her. “Yes.” You didn’t have to say anything beyond that.  That smile. The sparkle in your eyes.  It was enough to tell her you were okay. Things were okay.  It looked like you and Jungkook were back together.

“Well, you better hustle.  We’re going to cut the cake.  You’ve been missing for half an hour,” she snickered. 

You blushed prettily at that, patting your hair. “Give me 5 minutes to touch up my make-up.”

“Ok,” she laughed at you. “Oh, and Jungkook, I suggest you comb your hair and wipe Y/N’s lipstick off your lips.  No need to give our guests more to gossip about besides that hickey on Y/N’s collarbone,” she chortled as she left the room.

You freshened up quickly, grabbing some tissues to wipe the cum dripping down the inside of your thigh.  You even tried applying some foundation on the hickey to hide it. But now there was a strange patch of foundation on the area. You tried to wipe it lightly, but now the hickey could just be seen.  You gave up.  Jungkook at least was successful in combing his hair and wiping off any traces of your lipstick.

“Shall we?” Jungkook asked, holding out his hand.  You nodded, taking his big hand in yours.  Jungkook swore he would never let you go.

---------------------

For those who love pix, here are some links!

MC’s sister’s bridal gown

MC’s Agave Green Bridesmaid’s Dress

MC’s Mom’s dress

Groom and Groomsmen’s green and grey suits

Bride’s Bouquet

Maid of Honor's Bouquet

Bride's Hair

MC’s hair

Wedding Cake and Color Scheme

Wedding Tentage on Lawn

Previous (#2) || Next (#4)

[taehyungsbreadcheeks]

Taehyung, I'm so proud of you! This solo era, you've really created a brand of your own and established success in spite of hidden factors working against you. Those factors aren't really hidden any longer from the world, but I know you've seen through them since day 1. I'm at peace because I know you will work with integrity to achieve the goals you set for yourself, and I'll be cheering along the way.

My heart breaks because of the thankless sacrifices you've made for those you love and claim to love you. But at the end of the day, the respect you've garnered is better than any inflated numbers or false praises. It's already manifesting with your collaboration with Bing Crosby. Your voice will be celebrated for decades, and part of your history will be written this December with a new holiday classic in the making.

Have you pre-saved or ordered your copy yet? Here is a great tool: https://fanlink.tv/v8wC

This will also make a great gift or stocking stuffer for friends and family. Share the gift of Tae 🎁