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𓂃 ଓ ; @huijarii wrote ;
[ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] for bronya?
the qlipoth fort is warm as ever, the low drone of geomarrow so constant a sound that bronya has long since stopped hearing it. she sits at the supreme guardian's wide desk, in a chair she has still yet to grow into, finger tapping idly atop a stack of paperwork she has leafed through no less than thrice.
it does not get any less heavy, the shadow hanging over her, though lately she has begun to wonder if it is only she herself that can still see it.
the gravelly voice of a guard draws her gaze, pulls her mind from within itself and reminds her to straighten her spine as she rises and lift her chin. in a voice too loud for the room's quiet— that of a soldier, which ricochets off of the room's high ceilings and threatens to make her flinch— he announces the arrival of this afternoon's only meeting.
ah, bronya dips her chin in a curt nod, a silent grant of permission to continue, this.
strange requests come across her desk frequently, such is the nature of her station. people seek an audience over just about anything, or even for nothing at all. remiss as bronya is to turn away a civilian in need, there are instances where she hasn't a choice.
but every now and again, something unexpected will catch her eye. such had this, delivered by the hand of none other than seele herself, a request to which bronya had received quite a few raised brows upon accepting. her miraculously empty book for its date, however, had squashed any argument that her time would be better spent elsewhere.
and she is, admittedly, most curious.
heavy doors are pushed open on silent hinges, a silvermane guard on either side and two trailing their guest as he steps beyond the threshold. bronya is careful with her eyes, waits until the doors are shut and her men are at ease before it is lowered.
pale grey settles upon striking emerald, her expression carefully levelled as she considers the feline curve of the man's features.
" you are dismissed, " she announces— a command that is answered after a beat of hesitation. the room empties of guards, the door slow to shut behind them. bronya does not look away from the man once.
a beat before she takes her seat once more, before her guardian's expression thaws, curiosity betrayed in the tilt of her head.
" to what do i owe the pleasure, mr. koski? "
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┊NOW OUT. two boyfriends dress them up like twins. (psh x afab!reader x kjw)
┊synopsis. youre the head basketball cheerleader at your university and just so happen to be hooking up with the captain of the basketball team, yang jungwon. you may also be hooking up with the co-captain and jungwon’s best friend, sunghoon. what’s the worst that could happen?
┊WORD COUNT. 7.6k
┊WARNING. MINORS DNI. 18+. smut.. porn little plot. reader is messy as fuck. jungwon is also messy. isa is mentioned just for some plot building. p in v, squirting, protected sex (yay), unprotected sex (not yay), face fucking, swallowing, fingering (f. rec) , oral (f&m rec.), threesome, cumming inside, sorta some angst. i think that’s everything!
┊authors note. WOWWW after 5 months, i finally finished and posted this! i’m so sorry for such a delay on this, but i wanted to make sure i put my best into it! i will be working on the next installment of this fic soon! it will definitely not take me five months to post! should i do it in chronological order or who would you guys like to read about next? it’s been a long time since i’ve written a smut fic, so hopefully this is up to your standards! likes & reblogs are appreciated! my asks are also open so please send me some! thank you!!!
┊taglist! @strawberrywonz @denleave1088 @sunjaywoning @having-an-internal-crisis-rn @sjakewrld @lovewonkiki @rikisly @forrds
You loved game days. You loved how everyone would buzz with excitement, how you got to dress up, how many eyes would be on you. Everyone knew who they came to watch, and it wasn’t the basketball team.
Even the team knew it, their eyes lingering a moment too long instead of focusing on the court.
Especially when the captain, Jungwon, would noticeably bite his lip and miss the basketball flying at his head. That was a moment for the books, especially because it was his co-captain Sunghoon. You basked in the attention.
You giggled to yourself at the memory as you adjusted your red bow to sit comfortable at the top of your head.
As you were about to apply your lip gloss, your phone buzzed once, then twice, then three times. You were going to yell at your phone in annoyance, but quickly changed your demeanor when you saw who it was.
wonnie 🎀: hey pretty girl
wonnie 🎀: will i be seeing you tonight?
wonnie 🎀: you ditched me after the last game, i think you should make it up to me?
Instead of replying, you left him on seen. He thinks you owe him because you “ditched” him?
Jungwon is many things, but he is not a fool. He knew that you didn’t ditch him, you just weren’t going to wait around while he felt up one of the other cheerleaders.
So if he considers you ignoring his phone calls and texts asking where you are, or “please pick up angel” ditching him, sure.
You weren’t making it up to him though, that’s for damn sure. However, you’re sure it would be fun to fuck with his head.
y/n 🌷: okay :).
y/n 🌷: i’ll see you after the game.
Your message was almost read immediately, but you quickly closed out of it, not wanting to give him any satisfaction of you waiting for a reply.
Instead, you clicked out of his name, muted his messages, and scrolled to the one you really wanted to see tonight.
y/n: are you busy after the game?
Within seconds, a reply came through.
BEST DICK EVER: for you? never.
y/n: perfect <3. meet at my place?
The moment the game was over, you felt relief take over your entire body. It was a rough game, and unfortunately your team lost by a plethora of points.
They looked sad, and as hard as you tried to keep cheering them on, even your spirits were slightly crushed.
So as soon as the final buzzer rang and the players went back to their respective locker rooms, you booked it to the parking lot.
There was only so much time you had to get ready, and you couldn’t waste even a moment. Your teammates noticed your quick exit, but decided not to comment on it, towards you at least.
You would have to send out a group message later to explain yourself later, but for now, your mind was set on getting ready for your company.
The first call came in as you were turning into your apartment building, and you decided to let it ring. Maybe Jungwon would think you fell asleep, but you both knew better than that.
The second call came in as you unlocked your door, and this time you decided to answer.
“What?” You asked in an annoyed tone, “I didn’t answer for a reason.”
“Where are you?” Jungwon replied in an even more annoyed tone, “I don’t see you.”
“Because I’m not there,” You threw your keys onto the table and removed your white tennis shoes before walking towards your bedroom, “I have plans.”
“Yeah, I know,” He bit back, “With me.”
“Oh no,”
“What?”
You tried to stifle your laugh at his reaction, “Oh, so you weren’t too busy feeling up Isa to notice that I left?”
Jungwon groaned into the phone, “Get over that y/n, it’s not like we exclusively fuck.”
“Last time I checked, you were begging to see me after that game, begging me to let you hit because you, in your words, couldn’t wait to feel how tight I am around you, couldn’t wait to make me come undone your fingers because I looked so hot cheering for you,” You spat back, “I don’t remember you telling me you meant to send that to her.”
“She approached me, and plus, I tried to call you later that night,”
“I don’t want her sloppy seconds,” You cut him off, “So let’s try this again next week.”
You hung up the phone and threw it on your bed, anger boiling inside, who the fuck did Jungwon think he was? You are nobody’s second option.
Instead of dwelling on Jungwon, you carefully removed your cheer uniform, hanging it up in the closet and removing the bow from your head.
You could not wait to get the tight ponytail out and let your curls breathe before they get ruined in other ways.
Ping!
Again, your phone went off, and you knew it wasn’t Jungwon, he was still muted from earlier. A small smile plastered on your face, and quickly dropped because you were not ready.
You stood in nothing but the team branded sports bra and your safety shorts, but fuck, it didn’t matter. It’s not like they would be on for too long anyway.
BEST DICK EVER: i’m here angel
Quickly, you went to open the door and practically swung it open.
There stood none other than Park Sunghoon. His dark hair was damp from the shower he must’ve taken at the facility, and there was an unreadable glint in his eyes.
“Well, are you going to invite me in or just stare at my arms?”
You scoffed, “Was not.”
You shifted to the left to let him in, eyes lingering on how defined his chest and arms look in that confining white tee.
“Maybe a little,” You admit as he takes his shoes off and makes his way to your couch, “Or a lot.”
Sunghoon took his place on the couch, looking at you expectantly as you made your way to stand between his legs.
“Missed you,” His hands came up to hold your hips, “You did great tonight.”
“Did great or looked great?”
A laugh escaped his lips and his thumb began stroking your hip bone, “Can’t it be both?”
You closed your eyes, basking in his touch for a moment before he pulled you down to straddle his thighs, “You did great tonight too, Hoon. You always do.”
He stared at your features, taking you in as you looked at, biting your lip ever so slightly.
“So,” He broke the silence, hand traveling to the small of your back, “Are you going to let me eat it?”
You hummed in thought, “Maybe,” Your hands went up to his shoulders, fingers gracefully skimming over his silver chain, “Only if you let me wear this.”
He cocked his eyebrow, intrigued nonetheless, “You wear all of your sneaky links chains?”
“Maybe,” You shrugged, “But that doesn’t matter, I wanna wear yours.”
“What my pretty girl wants, Sunghoon removed his hands from your thighs to unclasp his necklace, “She gets.”
Sunghoon brought it around your neck, watching it lay between your tits, “And damn do you look good in Tiffany.”
Your face flushed, at a loss for words as Sunghoon moved you to lay back on the couch and he was now sitting between your legs, “You look so pretty wearing my chain, I bet you look even better wearing just that .”
His hands moved up to your sports bra, fingers dancing over your nipples before sliding them under the hem.
The contract made you gasp, his lithe fingers were cold against your nipples. Sunghoon pushed your bra up until your tits were on full display, bringing one of your nipples to your mouth.
Your fingers dug into his shoulders, small moans leaving your mouth at the contact.
Sunghoon began to kiss down your stomach, hands still rolling your nipples around in his nimble fingers. Once he reached your safety shorts, he looked up at you with a lustful look.
He took the thin fabric between his teeth, pulling it down slowly, exposing your glistening cunt to his hungry eyes. His fingers hooking underneath the fabric to pull them down your legs.
Sunghoon stared at you, his hand caressing your right thigh as he lifted your left thigh to rest on his shoulder.
“I fucking love this cunt,” His sweet tone dripped like honey, “You get so wet for me so easily baby, I’ve never seen such a more perfect cunt.”
You let out a sigh, unsure what to say, but you didn’t have to say anything. Sunghoon used two fingers to spread you before laying his tongue flat against your core.
His free hand held your leg in place as he started kitten licking at your clit. Your hands came to grip his hair, tugging at it gently.
“Hoon,” You whimper as he flickers his tongue against your clit, “Feels good.”
He grinned up at you, pushing two fingers into your cunt as he continued swirling his tongue around your clit. Sunghoon’s fingers were going at a brutal pace, causing broken moans to leave your lips and legs shake underneath his grip.
“Hoon, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that," Your grip tightening on his hair.
"Make a mess all over my face, baby." Sunghoon said, not slowing the pace of his fingers, "Show me how good I make you feel."
With Sunghoon's praise, you let the knot in your stomach finally let go. Your orgasm hit you harshly and all you could do was moan Sunghoon's name and rut your hips against his lips.
His tongue or fingers didn't stop, lapping up the mess from your orgasm. The overstimulation felt too good, and you could feel your hips chasing after his fingers.
Sunghoon pulled his fingers and sat up, looking down at you.
And what a site to behold.
His hair was disheveled from your pulling and lips were shining with your wetness.
“You think I’d let you cum again on just my fingers?” He asked, hands trailing up to pinch your nipples, “Baby, I’m not done with you quite yet.”
Sunghoon brought his hands to your hips, flipping you onto your stomach. He forced your hips up, “Come on baby, arch for me.”
You complied, sitting up on your knees and leaning forward. All of your weight was on your palms, and arched your back the way Sunghoon wanted. You could hear rustling behind you before his hand came back to hold your hip.
“Think you can handle it?” He leaned down, his bare chest pressed against your back.
A scoff left your lips, “More than capable, but do you think you can handle this?”
“Mm, I don’t know” Sunghoon whispered, kissing down your back before pushing into you, “Definitely the best pussy I’ve ever had.”
You pushed your hips back against him, moaning at the stretch of his cock, “Definitely the best dick I’ve ever had.”
Sunghoon gave you a moment to adjust before fucking you back onto his cock at a fast pace. You tried to keep yourself up, but fell to your elbows and face smushed into the cushion below you.
One of Sunghoon’s hands snuck underneath your stomach and began rubbing figure eights into your clit, causing a borderline scream to escape your lips. He laughed at your reaction, letting up on you ever so slightly.
“God y/n,” He groaned, “I’ve never seen somebody go crazy for my dick like this before, must’ve really missed it.”
Sunghoon pushed your back down into a deeper arch, groaning when you clenched around him, “Fuck baby, you gonna squirt on this cock?”
The pleasure was too overbearing to the point only broken moans could leave your lips, the familiar knot in your abdomen was forming once again. Sunghoon’s brutal pace only quicked, causing a silent scream to escape from your mouth as you let your orgasm take over once again.
Sunghoon slipped out of you, slapping his tip against your sensitive folds as he looked at the mess between your thighs, “What a messy baby, squirting all over my dick like that.”
You could barely hold yourself up, trying to compose yourself as you came down from your high.
“You didn’t cum yet,” You breathed out, turning yourself to lay on your back, “And I wanna feel it.”
Sunghoon smirked at you, leaning down to kiss you as he slid himself back into your cunt, “Anything my pretty girl wants.”
You were busy sucking a hickey underneath his jawline as he fucked into you slowly, groaning into your ear.
“You’re the best fuck ever,” Sunghoon whispered, hips stuttering as he approached his own orgasm, “Nobody takes me as well as you do.”
A laugh escaped you, hands playing with his hair as you continued leaving small hickies down his neck, “Have fun explaining these to your other bitches.”
“You’re the only person I fuck, y/n,” He rolled his eyes, pulling out of you.
“Oh.” Is all you said, sitting up as you searched for your safety shorts, pulling them back over your hips.
Sunghoon threw his clothes back on lazily, stretching as he stood up, “Well, have a goodnight.”
“You aren’t gonna stay?”
He laughed as he kissed the top of your forehead, “Do I ever stay?”
Sunghoon gently kissed your lips before opening the door, “Call me?”
“What about your chain?”
“I’ll get it next time.”
“Who’s chain is that?” Jungwon asked, stopping in front of you with an accusing look, “That’s new.”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him, “It’s nobody’s, and like you said, it’s new.”
Jungwon stared at you, looking for any reason to accuse you of lying, “Are you still mad at me?”
The truth was, not really. You kind of forgot about Jungwon and Isa for the last few days, thanks to Sunghoon. He really knew how to make you forget things. Must be his dick.
“Nah,” You shrugged, “Don’t care. If you don’t mind though, I have practice.”
This time, Jungwon scoffed, “I know, we practice at the same time.”
You laughed at him, turning away and letting your hair hit him in the face, “If you are sorry, well, prove it.”
“See you after practice?”
Bingo! You thought to yourself, sparing him one more glance, “Sure.”
Jungwon watched as you walked away, noticing how good your ass looked in those shorts and how easily your hips swayed.
“Whatcha starin at?” Somebody asked from behind Jungwon, making him jump.
He sighed in relief when he saw that it was just Sunghoon, “Oh, nothing.”
Sunghoon’s eyes caught you just before you turned the corner, “Ah, nothing.”
Jungwon paused for a moment, eyes catching something he hadn't noticed until just now, “What happened to your necklace? The one you swore you wouldn’t take off even when you reached the pearly gates?”
“Oh,” Sunghoon said casually, “Needed to be cleaned, supposed to get it back soon.”
“Right,” Jungwon replied, “Let’s get to practice. I have plans.”
Jungwon met you at your apartment, waiting for you to open the door at any moment. He regretted wearing a sleeveless top in the nippy weather, but he knew that his arms made you go insane.
Finally, when you did open the door, Jungwon felt his slight annoyance melt away with how dolled up you were.
You wore a purple knitted headband, curls pushed back and spilling over your shoulders. You wore clear coated lip gloss and shimmering silver eyeshadow, matching your jewelry. Jungwon noticed something significant already missing.
“Took your new chain off, huh?” He asked, waiting for you to step to the side, “Guess you didn’t like it that much.”
“Guess not,” You rolled your eyes, moving to let him in, tightening your robe around you, “Sorry for the wait, I had to get ready.”
Jungwon winked at you, shutting the door as he followed you to your bedroom, “All dolled up for me, darling?”
“For myself,” You corrected, holding a candle in your palm and you lit it, “But I guess for you as well.”
He waited for you to come to him, leaning back on his arms as he watched you move, “You know, y/n, with you ditching me, I was wondering if there was somebody else who took my place.”
A cackle escaped your lips as you looked at him with a challenging look, “Took your place? Oh, I guess you noticed after you were done fucking my teammate when you know, you should’ve been in my bed.”
“One, I didn’t hook up with Isa,” Jungwon stated, “Just some heavy petting, and two, you know you’re the only girl I take seriously.”
“Grow up Jungwon, even you know that isn't true,” You stalked closer to him, “Because I don’t take you seriously.”
“Aw, you don’t?” He asked, sitting up and leaning towards you, “Such a shame, I would love to be your favorite on the roster.”
You met him halfway, “There is no roster. I thought you came to fuck, not try convince me you want to take me out or some shit.”
“I do wanna take you out, pretty girl,” Jungwon whispered, thumb grazing over your cheekbone, “And ruin everybody’s day.”
Jungwon laughed loudly as you pushed him back, slowly moving to straddle him, “You don’t think that would be fun?”
“Nope,’ You emphasized, coming nose to nose with him, “You’re just a sneaky link.”
A playful pout appeared on Jungwon’s face, “Aw man, if I knew that, I wouldn’t have let you borrow my necklace that I never got back, I might add.”
“Get it before you leave.” Is all you said before connecting your lips with his.
The two of you softly kiss for a while, Jungwon running his hands up and down your smooth thighs, squeezing them periodically.
Jungwon pushed his hips up into you eliciting a quiet moan from your plush lips. His hands move up to your hips, pushing them down as he rolls his up.
“Wonnie,” You whimper, fingers digging into his shoulders as you felt him harden underneath you, “Missed me bad, huh?”
Jungwon smirked up at you, his thumbs teasing at the waistband of your shorts, “The way you’re rubbing yourself on me, I think you missed me bad.”
You rolled your eyes as you removed yourself off his lap, Jungwon immediately sitting himself up on his elbows with a pout, “What are you doing?”
“I think you’re the one who missed me badly,” Was all you said before dropping to your knees and in between his legs, playing with the drawstrings of his joggers, “Take these off,”
Jungwon looked down at you, lifting his hips up to pull them down, kicking them off next to you. His thumb played with your bottom lip, pushing it into your mouth and smiling when you automatically started to suck.
“Such a good girl,” He cooed, pulling his thumb out and replacing it with the tip of his cock, “So me how good you can make me feel.”
Like second nature, you stuck your tongue out and Jungwon slapped his cock against it, forcing a moan out of you. Slowly, he pushed his cock into your mouth, groaning at the warmth.
His hand came behind you, putting your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he pushed you down on his length, making you gag.
Your hands gripped his thighs, hands digging in as he began to fuck your mouth, letting out soft moans around him.
“Your mouth feels so fucking good,” Jungwon moaned out, tugging on your hair a bit tighter, “Fuck.”
All you could do was moan, bringing a hand to wrap around the base of his cock, eliciting a string of moans from Jungwon.
Jungwon’s thrusts got sloppy, and you knew he was getting close to his orgasam. His hips stuttered as you squeezed the base of his cock and sucked harshly on the tip.
Jungwon’s hand pushed you as far down on his cock as he could, his cum spilling down your throat as he let out a loud whine.
That was new.
You waited a few more moments before pulling off his cock, looking up at him.
What a sight to behold, your eyes were watering and your shimmering eyeshadow was running down your cheeks. Jungwon was pretty damn sure that your lip gloss was on the base of his dick, but who’s paying attention to details.
His hand stroked your hair, adjusting your headband before pulling you back onto the bed.
“Still doing okay?” Jungwon asked, looking down at you and rubbing your thigh gently.
You gave him an enthusiastic nod, lifting your hips as he pulled down your shorts and panties.
Jungwon ran two figures between your folds, biting his lip as he looked at the wetness that coated them, “So wet just from sucking dick, huh.”
“Stop,” You covered your face in embarrassment, because Jungwon knew you like the back of his hand, unfortunately.
“I like it,” He cooed, rubbing your clit and taking in your moans, “Glad to know I make you this wet, only I can make you this wet, huh?”
That wasn’t entirely true. . . but it’s not like Jungwon knew about the other people you see in explicit detail, and it’s also not like he tells you about his other endeavors.
“Just you, Wonnie.” You moaned out, hand wrapping around his wrist as he continued rubbing your clit.
He leaned down to kiss you harshly, slipping two fingers into your cunt and causing you to cry out.
Jungwon fucked his fingers in and out of you as he sucked hickeys into your neck, it completely slipping your mind what he was doing.
One of your hands was tangled in his hair, tugging on it while the other hand was wrapped around Jungwon’s cock.
He was particularly whiny, which is new, Jungwon doesn’t typically whine despite you telling him how hot it was to hear.
“Won,” You moaned as he continued sucking on your neck, “Fuck me already, please.”
“Condom?”
“In the usual spot.”
Jungwon pulled himself away from you, leaning over and opening the drawer. He rummaged around before pulling the foiled package out and slipping the condom on.
“Ready?”
You nodded, moaning at the stretch as Jungwon pushed into your cunt slowly.
Jungwon waited a few moments to let you adjust before slowly moving his hips, “Fuck, your cunt feels so good around me.”
His pace began to pick up, causing you to dig your nails into the back of his t-shirt and moaning against his neck.
There wasn’t much to think about except how good Jungwon fucked you, and your mouth couldn’t fix itself to say much besides his name.
You lifted your hips to meet his own, causing his cock to hit your sweet spot and have you seeing stars.
Broken moans and the slapping of skin were the only noises that filled the room, your hands moved all over Jungwon’s back.
Jungwon was getting close, the way his hips stuttered and his eyes squeezed tight.
“Close so soon?” You tried to tease, but immediately regretted it when Jungwon thrusted particularly hard into you, “Let me finish on top.”
He shook his head, “No baby, have to make up for making you upset. Let me do the work, you just lay here like the good girl you are.”
With words like that, how could you resist being a pillow princess right now? Jungwon wrapped your leg around his waist, moving his hand to rub your clit as he fucked into you with more passion.
“Your cunt feels so good, y/n,” He moaned into your ear, “Nobody could take my cock the way you do.”
Instead of coming up with a reply to Jungwon, you just grinded back onto his hips, helping yourself reach your own orgasm.
“Won,” You whimpered as he continued rubbing your clit in figure eights, “‘M so close.”
“Finish baby,” Jungwon kissed down your neck, “Cum on this dick, make it yours.”
You arched your back and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your orgasm hit you, clenching down on Jungwon which pushed him over the edge, spilling into the condom.
Jungwon rested on his elbows as he looked down at you, taking in the sight of how fucked out you were, “Your pussy is for sure the best I’ve ever had.”
“That’s quite a compliment considering how many girls ran through you,” You teased, kissing his forehead, “But get off, you’re heavy.”
He winced as he pulled out, standing up to dispose of the condom before coming back to you.
By time he reached the room, you already cleaned up and scrolling on your phone, “Didn’t even let me clean you up.”
You just hummed in response, “Are you staying or going?”
He scoffed, pulling his joggers back on and fixing his shirt, “As if you ever let me stay, plus, I’m seeing somebody else after this.”
What an ass, you thought, rolling your eyes before turning back onto your side.
“Whatever, grab your necklace before you go.”
Jungwon visibly frowned at your nonchalant behavior, but turned to your dresser to retrieve his prized necklace.
His fingers danced over the cherry-wood box, opening the side where you normally keep your necklaces. He ran his index finger over the necklaces, stopping on a familiar one.
His eyes must be fucking with him, they had to be.
There is absolutely no way he is touching a necklace that has PSH on the clasp. A necklace that he knew was one of a kind. One that he never saw the true owner without.
“Holy shit,” He whispered, grabbing his necklace and slamming the door shut a bit too hard, hoping you wouldn’t notice.
You were too engrossed in your phone to notice, were you texting Sunghoon?
“Bye.” Jungwon bit out, trying to subside his anger as you bid your farewells.
This was fucking great.
You haven’t heard from Sunghoon or Jungwon in about a week and a half. It was quite odd seeing that Sunghoon always texted back, and Jungwon reached out first.
Every time you tried to catch their eyes at practice, they would revert on their own and focus on whatever they were doing more intensely.
Jungwon always acted like that though, and he was the one who went to see Isa after he was with you, so you’re not sure why he was upset.
Sunghoon said you were the only one he was seeing, and he always wanted to see you when your schedule allowed for it.
Did they figure out that you were– No that is impossible. There is no way they would have reason to even talk about you. Sunghoon maybe, but Jungwon? Absolutely not.
Even then, Jungwon is not the type to keep quiet about something like that.
This bothered you, but what could you do when they avoided you like the plague?
Nothing, the best thing would be to act nonchalant to see who cracks first.
And that’s what you would do.
Game on.
It was Friday night, which meant it was game night. Playoffs were tonight, and you needed to make sure you looked and did your best tonight.
You glanced at yourself in the mirror, admiring the work you did. There is no way that those two can resist you tonight. From the shimmering eyeshadow to your glossy lips to the two necklaces that adorned your neck, your plan was now in motion.
The hard part would be to not look at them if they looked at you, probably harder than you imagine it to be because you face the court all night.
When the game started, you stood in front of the locker room that the team comes out of, holding your hands together as you anticipated their arrival.
As soon as you saw the doors move ever so lightly, you began your call off to the other girls that it was time.
The anger, annoyance, and the small sliver of excitement rippled through you as you stomped and shaked while the basketball team ran out on the court.
Of course, Sunghoon and Jungwon would be last to come out of the locker room, so you tried your hardest to keep your eyes forward, staring at your teammate across from you.
However, your facade almost slipped when Sunghoon glanced your way for just a second, eyeing you as you cheered for him.
You almost stumbled over yourself trying to get back to the stands after that, wanting to quickly shake such an interaction from your mind.
It was going to be a long night.
And it was a long night indeed. You had no idea that the team your school was playing had such good skill. Maybe it’s time to return back to your MaxPrep days after this.
There were a few fleeting moments of Sunghoon and Jungwon looking at you, but you only watched them out of your peripheral vision, not letting either of them have the satisfaction of you looking their way.
Instead, you would send flirty looks to another player, Jay? You think that was his name. Who cares? He was hot, plus you just wanted Jungwon and Sunghoon to give you attention.
For the remainder of the game, you focused on leading your team and hoping the two noticed you ignoring them, rather focusing on their blonde teammate.
The buzzer rang indicating that the game was over, and unlike last week, your team won by a plethora of points.
Winning this game meant your team was heading for playoffs, quite a comeback from the insane loss of last week.
You were sure the basketball team and by extension, the cheerleading team, would be out celebrating together.
Was Sunghoon or Jungwon going to be there? Shit, who cares. Maybe Jay will.
If either of them won’t give you attention, their teammate definitely will.
“y/n,” One of your teammates, Isa, came up to you as you were grabbing your cheer bag from underneath the bleachers, “Are you coming to NV?”
You shrugged, “Depends on who’s going.”
“All of the basketball team,” She purred, twirling hair around one of her manicured fingers, “Jungwon asked me to invite the girls.
Dickhead. You thought, but let the smile remain on your lips, “Sure. When are we going?”
“Now.”
“In our uniforms?” You asked, “Kind of tacky.”
Isa’s smile seemed a bit too sweet, “Well, we figured we would win, so we talked about it earlier this week. Everybody brought something to change into.”
“Must’ve missed that memo,” You rolled your eyes, knowing that it must’ve been somewhat purposeful that nobody told you, “But luckily, I have clothes in my car.”
Thank God you never cleaned your car out from that one time Sunghoon fucked you in the backseat.
“See you there,” Isa sang as you sauntered off to your vehicle.
You hummed to yourself as you threw your duffle into your trunk, not noticing the tall figure standing next to you.
A yelp left you when you did take notice, and it was none other than Park Sunghoon. He was wearing a simple white button down and jeans.
He looked good, but you didn’t want to show any interest in him, not right now anyway.
“Do you have my necklace by any chance?” He asked, eyes looking everywhere but your face, clearly nervous.
You scoffed, pulling it from underneath your cropped turtleneck, quickly unclasping it and practically throwing it at him.
He caught it, but he still stood there, “You’re not going to speak to me?”
Turning towards him, your eyebrows furrowed and stepped closer, “Just returning the fucking favor, Sunghoon.”
Now he had the audacity to roll his eyes, “Well, given what I know, it was warranted.”
“What the fuck are you even talking about?” You threw your arms up, “Was I supposed to just text you and beg for your attention?”
“Clearly that wasn’t needed, seeing how you were eye fucking Jay,” He spat, “Who’s next? My roommate Heeseung? My fraternity brother Jake? God already knows you conquested Jungwon.”
You took a step back, trying to mask your horror of him knowing this, “Don't threaten me with a good time. I’ll make sure they leave a Google review too. You’re not my boyfriend, Sunghoon. What do you care who I fuck?”
Sunghoon’s face had a flash of hurt, “I know I’m not, y/n. But Jungwon is my friend, and you should’ve told me. I don’t know why you didn’t.”
You ran your hand down your jaw, looking down at your feet in shame, “Because Sunghoon, Jungwon and I just fuck. He is just a sneaky link, and I’m just a sneaky link to him. There’s a whole roster, and I know he doesn’t take me seriously. Same for you. We just. . . fuck, and just because you said there wasn’t anybody else doesn’t mean that’s entirely true.”
A sigh left Sunghoon’s lips, “y/n, I like you. I think you’re great, and I thought I made that clear.”
“But you didn’t,” You felt your heart contracting, as if it were tightening up, “You only came over to fuck, and I begged you to stay. Every time. Which is fine, that’s what we did, so don’t try to make me feel bad for fucking your friend because I don’t feel bad.”
“I let you wear my necklace, that’s clearly meaningful. I’m never without it, so sorry I didn’t stay the night, but I showed it in other ways.”
“God,” You laughed at him pathetically, “You sound even more delusional than your friend. You like me so much to fuck me and let me wear your necklace, but don’t stay the night. At least Jungwon was semi-realistic.”
“Oh so now you’re comparing us?” Sunghoon laughed, squeezing his jaw, “Who’s better then, huh?”
“Don’t.” You spat, slamming the trunk of your car closed, “Your ego is already fucking bruised.”
Sunghoon moved closer to you, “Oh, you think Jungwon’s better then, huh? He makes you squirt all on his dick and into an incoherent mess?”
“Well—no,” You began, breath hitching as Sunghoon continued to move closer, “But he does things better than you do.”
“Like what?” His hands reach out to grab your waist, pulling you close to him, “Tell me so I can show you how much better than I am.”
“That’s not being a good friend,” You whisper, fingers playing with the ends of his hair, “But he is a way better kisser than you.”
Sunghoon closed the gap between you two, his plush lips warm against your own. You moved your arms to wrap around his neck, gently biting down on his lip to push your tongue into his mouth.
He moved his hands to your thighs, fingers dancing over the hem of your cheer skirt. They slowly began to creep underneath the thin material, making you shiver at the contact.
“Starting without me?” Somebody interjected, causing the two of you to pull away.
Your face became hot when you saw Jungwon standing there, a wide grin and arms crossed.
“Don’t be embarrassed now,” He continued, “Sunghoon just can’t seem to accept the fact that I had you first and I’m better.”
Sunghoon rolled his eyes, “In your dreams.”
“Tell him,” Jungwon motioned towards you, “Tell him how I make you whine.”
“Um,” You bit your lip, “Actually, I’m the one who makes you whine.”
It was Jungwon’s turn to blush as Sunghoon let out a very loud cackle, “That’s great, but I’m still better.”
“I think we should let y/n decide,” Jungwon shrugged, trying to take the heat off him, “y/n?”
You pondered for a few moments, trying to piece together what exactly he’s asking, “Like. . . now?”
“Not here,” Jungwon giggled, “But maybe your place?”
The heat between your legs seems to be unbearable, fucking Jungwon and Sunghoon? Did you die and go to heaven?
“Yeah,” You nodded almost too enthusiastically, “But what about NV?”
“What about it?” Sunghoon asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “Let’s go, angel.”
You slid into the driver’s seat, waiting for the two boys to get in the car. You felt like you were shaking the entire ride home, with excitement and nerves.
There’s a lot of things you’ve done, but a threesome? Never.
The two boys were silent, probably feeling the same nerves of anticipation that you were.
Pulling into your driveway, you shakily put your car in park and practically ran up the slope to your front door.
Your grip on the keys were tight, trying to not drop them. When you heard the soft click, you pushed the door open and the rep followed in behind you.
Kicking your shoes off, you turned around to face Jungwon and Sunghoon. You bit your lip, waiting for one of them to say or do something, anything.
“Um,” Sunghoon coughed, “So?”
Jungwon busted out in laughter, ignoring the glare Sunghoon shot at him, “You never had a threesome before?”
You and Sunghoon both shook your heads no, causing Jungwon to step forward and wrap an arm around your waist, “Well, I’ll show you how to do this, Hoon.”
Jungwon looked down at you, a glint in his eyes as you leaned in closer. You could feel his breath fanning across your lips, gently pressing his lips onto yours.
The kiss started off gently, hands gripping your waist as your arms wrapped around his neck. Jungwon’s fingers delicately slipped underneath your top, grazing your back. As he bit your lower lip gently, Jungwon pushed his tongue into your mouth as you felt a presence behind you.
Sunghoon pressed himself into your back, hands dancing underneath your skirt. Jungwon’s kiss got more feverish, fingers moving to the front of your top. His thumbs circling your nipples over your sports bra, eliciting a moan from you.
Jungwon pulled away from you, forcing you to turn and face Sunghoon now, who looked like he wanted to devour you.
His lips crashed against yours, replacing his hands back under your skirt and resting on your ass. You pushed into his hold, moaning into his mouth when Jungwon’s nimble fingers found their way underneath your sports bra.
You whimpered when Jungwon pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers as Sunghoon squeezed your ass. The safety shorts you wore under your skirt felt uncomfortable as they cling to your thighs the more wet you got.
Sunghoon pulls your shorts down, waiting for you to kick them off your feet before he slides his hands between your thighs to your cunt. He dragged his fingers between your folds, circling your clit to elicit a moan from you.
You gripped his forearm and leaned back into Jungwon, who was still playing with your tits.
Jungwon leaned down, placing kisses and hickies along your neck. You exhaled roughly through your nostrils when Sunghoon slipped a finger into you.
The two men found a rhythm between themselves, Sunghoon pumping his lithe fingers in and out of your cunt while Jungwon used one hand to pinch your nipples, the other rubbing your clit.
Your knees went weak minutes ago, pressing your weight between the two boys and making borderline pornographic noises. Sunghoon smirked at you, picking the pace of his movements up and Jungwon made slow figure eights on your clit.
Pressure rose in your stomach, the familiar knot beginning to form and Sunghoon noticed, watching how your thighs spasmed.
He picked up the pace of his fingers, leaning in to attach his lips to one of your nipples and suck harshly.
A string of moans escaped from your lips, one hand wrapping around Jungwon to grip his forearm and the other on Sunghoon’s back.
You tighten your thighs around Sunghoon’s hand as you reach your orgasm. His lips muffled the borderline scream that left you.
It took you a few ragged breaths to untangle yourself from this awkward position, Sunghoon pulling his fingers out of your cunt and into his mouth.
Fuck, he’s so hot. You felt like you could go again.
“I need to fuck you, like now.” Sunghoon said, interrupting your train of thought, pulling away from you momentarily.
Jungwon unattached himself as well, quickly pulling his shirt over his head and somewhere in your living room.
You followed suit, pushing the rest of your sports bra up and over, keeping your eyes on the two men in front of you.
Sunghoon pulled his sweats off, no underwear, slut. The tip of his dick red and leaking precum already.
He grabbed you by your waist, bringing you to sit on his lap when he settled onto your couch.
“How should we do this?” Sunghoon asked, looking at Jungwon, then at you.
You shrugged while Jungwon tapped on his chin thoughtfully.
“Have her ride you in reverse so I can get a taste of that sweet cunt,” Jungwon purred, winking at you when he noticed your flustered look.
Sunghoon kisses your shoulder before effortly turning you around, “You heard him, angel.”
You wrapped your hand around the base of Sunghoon’s cock, stroking it a few times before pushing the head into your heat.
His head rested against the couch as you slowly sunk down, your walls clenching at the stretch that was painfully delicious.
It took a few minutes for you to adjust, laying your back against Sunghoon’s chest. His lips dance against the nape of your neck.
Jungwon’s fingers dug into the plush skin of your thighs and he brought himself closer to you.
Sunghoon’s hands gripping your waist in a way that you were sure would leave bruises as he started to move you on his dick.
A string of moans left your lips as his thick cock split you open. Jungwon waited before you adjusted before he finally put his lips on your clit.
Your hands tangled in Jungwon’s hair as Sunghoon continued fucking you, causing your clit to hit Jungwon’s nose.
Whimpers left the younger boy’s lips as he ate you out with vigor, pushing you closer to your peak.
“You feel so good around me, y/n,” Sunghoon groaned, “It’s like this pussy was made for me.”
You were too fucked out to even come up with a coherent response, letting out a whimper and clenching around Sunghoon’s dick.
Jungwon continued eating you out, slipping his tongue into your cunt alongside Sunghoon. The grip you had on his hair was probably painful, but if it was, Jungwon didn’t seem to mind.
“Isn’t Wonnie so nice to help me fuck you into oblivion baby?” Sunghoon whispered, “Go on, show him how I make you finish.”
You squeezed your eyes tightly shut when Sunghoon practically slammed you back on his tongue as Jungwon’s tongue deliciously pushed into you.
A familiar coil in your stomach began to come undone, whimpers and moans leaving your lips as you let both men use you.
Jungwon pulled his tongue out as your cunt forced Sunghoon out, liquid spraying all over your thighs and Jungwon’s face.
“You ever make her do that?” Sunghoon smirked at the younger boy, pushing back into you.
Jungwon rolled his eyes, but a glint of pleasantries were in his eyes, “y/n, baby, can I fuck your throat?”
A chuckle escaped both their lips as you desperately nodded, tongue out waiting for him.
Hurriedly, he pushed his shorts and boxers down, pressing the head of his dick against your tongue.
You swiped over the tip quickly, eyes rolling back as precum seeped into your mouth.
“Such a doll,” Jungwon groaned, pushing his dick further into your mouth, “Choke on it baby.”
His head hit the back of your throat bluntly, causing your eyes to water as he started to thrust into it.
You used a hand to wrap around the base of his dick as Sunghoon began to thrust up into you again.
Both men found a rhythm of fucking you, muffled noises leaving your mouth as you took Jungwon.
“Fuck,” Sunghoon’s head fell back against the couch, “I’m so fucking close.”
You pulled off of Jungwon, the younger boy whining from the loss of contact, but you paid him no mind.
Your watery eyes locked with Sunghoon, leaning in to whisper, “Finish in me.”
Sunghoon’s eyes rolled back as he began to fuck into you with even more vigor, you going back to Jungwon’s dick.
The younger’s hand coming to the back of your head to push you flush against his pelvic bone, spurts of cum shooting down your throat.
You swallowed all you could, some dribbling down the side of your mouth as you pulled off with a wet pop.
Jungwon tsk’d, wiping it up before shoving his thumb into your mouth, “What a shame, normally you take it all, baby.”
You wrapped your own hand around his wrist, continuing to suck on his finger as Sunghoon’s cum filled you to the brim.
A squeal left your lips as your orgasam approached, thighs shaking and feeling such a pleasure of ecstasy.
The room was silent for a few minutes, jagged breathing heard from all three of you as you processed what just happened.
Sunghoon whimpered from the overstimulation of you on his dick, gently lifting you up as he pulled his dick out. You felt empty with the loss of contact, but laid against the arm of the couch as you recovered from an intense orgasm.
“So,” Jungwon was the first to speak, “Since I didn’t get to fuck you, I believe that this experiment is inconclusive, and we should test it again.”
Your eyes widened as a laugh escaped you, looking at Sunghoon.
“You’re so on.”
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Hellooo I have a teeny tiny request: dbf!joel taking readers virginity 👀👀 what do you think? The idea just struck me and i believe this would be soo hot but also cute 😳 sry i‘m just a sucker for intimacy 🙈
Anyways it‘s just an idea, no stress, i love your writing 💕
A/N: wheeew, thank you for the request anon! I tried to write Joel a little softer here and it just had me in a mess! I hope this is okay for you and you enjoy it!! I’m sorry for the delay, honey <3
Summary: Joel was always hanging around your house and your dad, one way or another. You wanted him, and badly. He needed to be your first.
Word Count: 3.9k
Characters: dbf!joel miller x virgin!reader (f)
Warnings: 18+, minors dni! fingering (f receiving), first time reader, unprotected p in v (do better pls), slight praise kink if you squint, age gap (everyone is of legal and consenting age, reader’s age not specified)
It was a warm spring day, you were sat in the garden with a beer in your hand; across from you was your dad and his best friend, Joel Miller. Joel was almost a permanent fixture around your house now, he had been in your life for years and it was near impossible to imagine life without him, or how life was before him.
He was a handsome man, close to your father’s age and admittedly, you had quite the crush on him and had done for a few years. Of course you hadn’t acted on it, you didn’t want to upset your dad or ruin anything in your life but then there were the lonely nights that you spent alone, your fingers rubbing at your clit frustratedly, never managing to finish, as you imagined the older man taking your virginity. You knew it was wrong but it didn’t stop you from fantasising, only now, it seemed to happen more frequently.
You smiled as you sipped your beer, your mind wandering as your father and Joel were in deep conversations; occasionally you would throw in a laugh or reply to something either of them said but for the most part, you just enjoyed soaking up their conversations and the late evening sunset.
You weren’t really sure how you had got to your age and hadn’t slept with anyone yet and part of you felt shame that you hadn’t, thanks to the throwaway comments from your friends or the way the media portrayed casual sex. You felt inexperienced and the longer you went without it, the feeling of shame and nerves only seemed to grow, you cursed society and your friends for making you feel that way. You had boyfriends previously but the time never felt right for you, and for that, you were proud of your morals and how you stuck to them. A lot of the time, when you didn’t put out for a partner, they left you and it was frustrating, and more importantly, hurtful. Still, no one ever felt right, no one ever seemed to compare to Joel in your mind.
The sun had fully set by now, your dad and Joel were still arguing back and forth about something trivial and you laughed fondly as you watched them two of them. You had gone inside and to get a blanket which was now wrapped around your shoulders, the chill of the evening not effecting you.
“Sweetpea, I’m gonna head inside and get some rest. Thank you for a lovely day and night.” Your dad spoke to you, fully addressing you. You smiled into his side as he gave you a brief hug and kissed the top of your head.
“You okay to see yourself out? You’re more than welcome to stay the night. Y/N can setup the pullout for you!” Your dad offered to Joel.
“I’ll finish up my beer and see how I feel after, thanks bud. I’ll see you in a couple days, at the bar, if I don’t end up staying. Thanks again.” Joel spoke, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine.
“Don’t catch a cold.” Your dad said, peering down at you when he felt you shiver. “I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love ya too, dad. I’m fine. Goodnight.” You called to him as he closed the patio door behind him.
A silence fell between the two of you, you placed your bottle onto the garden table and looked up to the sky, stars were slowly starting to twinkle in the evening’s dusk and you sighed.
“What’s up, princess?” Joel asked, he often called you various pet names but that one always hit differently.
“What does sex feel like?” You asked nonchalantly.
Joel spluttered on his mouthful of beer and placed it down, clearing his throat. “Has your daddy not had the chat with you?”
“Well duh, of course he has but he hasn’t exactly told me what it feels like.” You huffed frustratedly, now looking at Joel.
“I uh, I don’t know how to answer that question, really.” Joel admitted quietly. “Have you, uh, have you not?” His question tailed off as you shook your head in response.
“Nope.” You hugged again, wrapping the blanket tighter round you. “Can’t even manage to cum when I touch myself either.”
Joel shifted in his seat, somewhere in his mind he pictured you laid out on your bed, your fingers buried deep in yourself with a frown as you tried to work yourself to release. He pushed those thoughts deep down and shook his head.
“Well it’s different for guys, princess. A lot easier.” He shrugged, hoping you would drop the conversation.
“Yeah but you’ve obviously had sex with women!” You said casually.
“Obviously.” Joel retorted.
“Exactly, so like, you know how to make them cum unless, Joel Miller, you’re openly admitting you don’t know how to please a woman.” You laughed.
“I know how to please a woman!” He defended. “Plenty of women, and I ain’t ever had complaints.”
“Show me.”
It was a throwaway comment, the beers you had consumed flowed through your veins and made your lips a little looser than normal. Before you had registered it fully, the words had fallen from your mouth.
“I’m sorry?! What?!” Joel asked, his voice a raised whisper.
“S-show me… I want my first time to matter, Joel. I want it to be with someone who knows me and cares about me. You care about me, right?” You asked, getting out of your seat and sitting into Joel’s lap, your blanket discarded.
“Princess. I can’t… I… it wouldn’t be right…” He mumbled, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than anything. “Your daddy would kill us both.”
“I’ll be quiet, please Joel… I’m desperate. Please.” You begged, your voice high and whiny. “I’ve seen the way you watch me, your eyes follow me around like a lost puppy. Especially when I wear little dresses. I’ve noticed it and I’m telling you right now, I feel the same.”
Before Joel could argue again, you dipped your head down and closed the space between your faces to place and innocent kiss to the male’s lips. As soon as you made contact you moaned softly into it; his lips were soft against his rough facial hair and it made you wetter than you could have imagined before.
Joel held his hands up innocently, unsure whether he should indulge in this moment or not but there you were, sitting in his lap needy and innocent, quite literally begging for him. Cautiously he began to kiss you back, one hand came up to hold your cheek and the other held your knee gently. He commanded the kiss, tilting your head to the right angle as he dipped his tongue into your mouth to explore you further. He could taste the beer on your breath and the faint cherry of your chapstick, it drove him mad and he wanted more.
“You’re gonna kill me.” He whispered almost silently. “Are you sure you want this? You won’t be able to have your first time again, are you sure you wanna waste it on me?”
“Joel,” you stopped him from rambling further. “Anytime I’ve touched myself I’ve imagined it was you, I want you so badly. Please show me how to do it.” You whined.
Joel’s hand tensed gently on your knee, the fact that he was the star in your late-night thoughts made him wanna take you right there and then.
“Inside. We need to go inside, I’m not fuckin’ you on the table. Not for your first time, anyway.” Joel teased with a wink. “You’re gon’ have to be real quiet for me though, little girl.”
You stood from Joel’s lap and nodded eagerly. “Of course I’ll be quiet, scouts honour.”
Joel laughed, a short breathless noise and followed behind you as you led him inside and upstairs to your room.
As soon as you quietly clicked your door shut, the tension seemed to fill the room once more and you stood awkwardly by the bed.
“Come sit, relax, princess.” Joel said quietly, his voice soft and hushed.
He sat on the foot of your bed and gently tapped the space next to him, you happily obliged and sat down next to him. You looked up at him and swallowed roughly.
“You nervous?” He asked gently and you nodded in response. “That’s fair enough, I promise I’ll be real gentle with you, darlin’ and if you wanna stop at any point, you tell me and we stop. This is all on your terms, okay?” He asked tenderly, brushing your hair out of your face to cup your cheek.
You leant forward and caught Joel’s lips in a quick kiss. “I — what do we do now?” You asked.
“What have you done before? Have you ever touched a guy before?” Joel asked and you shook your head to say no. “So you’ve never touched a guy’s cock before?”
“N-no!” You replied, almost ludicrously. “A guy tried to make me once but I left in tears and that was that.” You admittedly quietly and Joel stroked his thumb tenderly across your bottom lip.
“Okay, well that’s not going to happen here. I’ve got you now. Okay?” He asked.
“Okay.”
“Let’s start by getting you out of your clothes and comfortable on the bed, is that alright?” Joel asked.
You nodded again, not trusting your voice as Joel removed his hand from your face to gently pull your t-shirt over your head. He then worked on your jeans, he unbuttoned them and you stood to shimmy them off your legs, you stood there a little awkwardly as Joel took in your form and admired your body.
“Look at you.” He breathed, his rough hands smoothed over your sides and cupped your ass gently.
You let out a quiet giggle as your cheeks flushed a light pink in embarrassment; no one had ever complimented your body before.
“J-Joel, can I see you now?” You whispered, your voice shaking with pure anticipation.
He smiled at you and gave a simple nod before he pulled his grey T-shirt over his head and pulled down his jeans before discarding them with your clothes. Your eyes roamed the expanse of tanned skin, hair peppered his chest lightly and a dark trail led down to his boxers where you could clearly see his half-hard cock. You had dreamt about his moment, being able to see Joel in such a state and it made your privates throb with need.
“Why don’t you lay back and show me how you touch yourself, pretty girl.” Joel said smoothly, sitting down next to you on the bed again. “I can help from there.”
“Okay…” you muttered, quickly standing to shed your damp panties before you got onto your bed and laid down so your back was resting against your pillows.
Joel shifted so he was positioned next to you, he was laid on his side and he watched eagerly as you let your thighs drop and you spread yourself further for him to see. He held back a groan as he watched your fingers dip between your wet folds as you began to circle your clit. You let out a high-pitched moan before you clamped your teeth into your bottom lip to silence yourself from making another sound.
You screwed your eyes shut and your brows furrowed together as you rubbed at your clit harshly, trying to bring yourself closer to orgasming but never quite getting there.
“Woah they’re darlin’, slow it down a notch… or ten.” He chuckled quietly, his hand coming to rest on top of yours to slow your movements down with ease.
“Do it for me.” You huffed, opening your eyes to search for Joel’s. “Please.” You whined.
Joel took your hand in his and brought your slicked fingers up to his mouth, he sucked them eagerly and moaned softly as your arousal flooded his mouth. Your eyes shot open widely, shock flooding them and you throbbed as you watched him. You rubbed your thighs together and whimpered weakly.
“Sh sh shh, darlin’.” Joel cooed when he released your fingers from your mouth.
He gently pried your thighs apart with his hand, your own fell to the side of you and your fingers toyed nervously with the sheets below you.
“I’m gonna touch you, princess but you’re gonna have to be real quiet and you’re gonna need to relax for me.” Joel instructed sternly but his voice was edged with softness.
You looked at his face and bit on your bottom lip, nodding your head in agreement. Joel ran his fingers through your wet slit and he bit back a groan at how wet you were already, so receptive and needy for him to touch you. You shifted under his touch, it felt so different to your own fingers or when you would hump at your pillows in frustration. His skilled fingers found your clit quickly and he circled the sensitive bud with delicious pressure, you bit back a loud moan and looked at Joel with mild confusion at how it could feel so good so quickly.
“Feel good?” Joel asked quietly, his breath fanned gently over your lips.
“S-so so good!” You whimpered, your voice shaking as Joel worked his fingers perfectly over your clit.
“Is it okay if I finger you? You wanna see how it feels to have my fingers in you? I’ll be really gentle, princess.”
You nodded eagerly, not trusting your shaky voice to form a proper sentence. Before you had time to fully register it, Joel was gently pressing a finger into your tight hole, there was slight resistance as your wet heat stretched around his thick digit. You mewled quietly, the noise partly out of pain but mostly pleasure.
“Shhh, I know, baby girl. I know. You’ve got this.” He whispered, kissing your cheek and your neck, trying to distract you from any discomfort as Joel’s palm met your body. “I’m gonna move my finger now.” He whispered and your body fluttered with adoration as he talked you through what he was going to do next.
Just as he said, Joel pulled his finger out and gently pushed it back into you. He felt almost alien as he worked his finger in and out of your tight hole, he felt amazing and somewhere in your mind, you thought how you always wanted Joel in you. His thumb gently circled your clit and whilst you were distracted with the intense pleasure, he gently pushed a second finger into you, stretching you further and your eyes balled shut instantly.
“Baby girl, you gotta relax for me. That’s it, atta girl, doing such a good job. I know, I know.” He cooed, his voice was so soft and it sent shivers down your spine as his thumb still circled your clit whilst his fingers scissored you open.
“Feels…” you whined. “Feels so good!” You whispered, your eyes opening to look at Joel. “Please kiss me.” You asked tenderly.
He obliged happily and his lips pressed to yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue invaded your mouth and you laid there as you took all he had to offer you. His fingers moved in you with ease now as you adjusted to the foreign stretch and somewhere in the depth of your belly, something bubbled and grew deeper. You had come this close before but never managed to get yourself over the edge. You moaned into Joel’s mouth, a little too loudly as he quickened his pace.
“Fuck Joel,” you cursed against his lips as you panted, your chest heaved in your bra.
Joel smirked, using his spare hand to free one of your breasts from your bra and he sucked your nipple into his mouth; his teeth nipped gently at it before he sucked on it a little harsher causing your back to arch up to him.
“Something feels weird.” You mumbled, your voice was a quiet gasp. “Feels like I need to pee or something.”
You felt embarrassed, not sure what was happening, usually when you got this far you would stop and go use the bathroom before coming back and trying again to make yourself cum but it never happened.
“Mhmm, means you’re close. Means you’re gonna cum on my fingers.” Joel whispered, his breath fanned out onto your damp nipple and it caused a shiver to run down your spine. “That’s it, cum for me, please, princess.” Joel pleaded.
Your thighs shuddered at his words, your hips spasmed upwards and you brought your hand to your mouth to keep yourself quiet as you felt yourself get slicker and cum around Joel’s fingers, your walls fluttered around his fingers and he praised you quietly, his mouth back near your neck.
Joel pulled his fingers out of you and you grimaced at the lack of being full. He teasingly ran his fingers through your soaked folds and he groaned softly into your ear.
“You’re so wet, you came so hard for me. Such a good girl. Was that your first time? You never managed to do that?” Joel whispered his praises.
“Mhm, n-never managed to do that. Felt so good.”
“Now imagine how good my cock would feel… you think you’re ready for that, little girl?”
“Please.” You breathed, your hand shakily reaching for Joel’s hard member in his boxers. Your hand delicately palmed him through the thin fabric and you gasped at the feeling of him, he felt impossibly big compared to his fingers and your tummy fluttered with nerves and deep arousal. “You’re so… big!”
Joel laughed and switched his position on the bed so he was situated between your thighs. “Promise to be so gentle with you.” He whispered, awkwardly shifting out of his boxers so he was finally fully naked.
Your hands hungrily roamed the vast expanse of Joel’s skin and you hummed in appreciation, the moment you had dreamt of so many times was finally here and you couldn’t quite believe it.
“Fuck me, please. Just do it already, I’m so turned on I’m shaking.” You whispered, making sure your voice was a hushed tone and it was true, your limbs shook with the anticipation of what was to come and you were shivering under Joel’s gaze.
You had discarded your bra and laid there fully naked for him, he brushed his cock head against your clit and you let out a loud gasp, the different sensation taking you by surprise. Joel looked at you and cocked an eyebrow as warning and you nodded, taking the hint and bit on your bottom lip.
“You have to stay quiet otherwise your daddy is gonna hear you being such a good girl for me and I know you don’t want him to see how needy you are for his best friend’s cock.”
He took his length and gently, so incredibly gently pressed the tip of himself into your hole. You bit down harder on your lip and your fingers scratched at Joel’s shoulders, trying to anchor yourself to him as he inserted himself slowly into you.
Your nails left harsh crescent moon shapes into the skin on Joel’s shoulders as he bottomed out inside of you, you stretched around him and he held your cheek tenderly as you adjusted around his thick member.
“I know baby girl, I know. Shh, such a good girl. That’s it, so good for me.” He whispered, his sweet praises sending a delicious shiver down your spine and straight to your core. You turned your head and pressed a kiss to his hand as the sting of the stretch finally started to wear off.
“You can move now…” You muttered softly.
Joel nodded and his hand left your face to hold your hips tightly as he pulled his hips back and sensually rolled them forward to push back into you. You whimpered, the noise was loud and it echoed into your room. Joel tutted and one of his hands clamped gently over your mouth, he squeezed your face gently as he built up a steady pace.
His cock fucked into you, he managed to roll his hips just right and soon enough we was hitting the soft spot inside your spongy walls that had you moaning pathetically under Joel’s palm, the noises were drowned out as his hand squeezed over your mouth harder.
“Touch your pretty little clit for me, princess. I want you to feel how good it is to cum on a cock. On my cock.” Joel groaned as your greedy hole sucked him in deeper and harder.
You took Joel’s instructions and two fingers circled around your clit, you took onboard what Joel said earlier about going slower and it worked wonders, your eyes rolled back into your head as your stomach knotted tightly like a coiled spring. Your mouth opened under Joel’s palm and as you were about to speak, Joel stalled his hips. He was buried deep in you and instead of pulling back to push back into you, he rolled his hips so the tip of his cock nudged into you deeper than before. Your eyes fluttered shut, your fingers sped up and Joel took the chance to finally push back into you roughly. That perfectly timed dance had you cumming around Joel’s cock, the spring in your stomach snapped and you fell apart at the seams as Joel fucked you rougher.
You whimpered as the overstimulation kicked in and Joel took you for his own, he fucked into you quicker than before and you laid there taking everything he had.
“Where do you want me to cum, princess?” Joel asked.
“M-mouth.” You shuddered out.
“Naughty girl.” He chuckled lowly and pulled out of you, you winced at the feeling, already knowing you would feel sore tomorrow.
Joel positioned himself on the bed, knelt beside you as you sat up and timidly reached your hand up to wrap around his length. You gave a few testing stroke and he nodded down at you, encouraging you to move your hand faster. You did exactly that, your fingers worked nimbly around him as you stroked him to orgasm. You opened your mouth eagerly, your tongue sticking out and you made a small noise as the first spurt of his hot cum landed on your tongue.
“Good girl, that’s it. Fuck you’re gonna kill me, look up at me with my cum on your tongue. That’s it.” He groaned, his voice low and sultry as your eyes locked with him.
You couldn’t help but smile as you swallowed down every drop Joel had to give you. Your tongue licked at your lips as Joel swiped his thumb across your cheek.
“Fucking hell, princess.” He huffed, collapsing onto the bed next to you.
You couldn’t help but giggle and you rolled over to look at the older male. “Thank you, Joel. I really appreciate it.”
“No need to thank me. Thank you, for trusting me with your first time.” He looked down at you, his hand reaching out to tenderly touch your cheek as he captured your lips in a soft kiss.
You smiled into the kiss as your fingers tickled through the hair on his chest absently.
“Never wanna stop feeling this good.” You hummed. “You wanna stay here with me for a bit? Please?” You asked shyly as if you hadn’t just had the male in you moments ago.
“Okay princess, just till you fall asleep. Don’t wanna have to explain that one to your daddy.” He laughed softly and kissed your forehead once as your eyes fluttered shut for the night.
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07/14-07/15/2024 Daily OFMD Recap
TLDR; Florida Supercon: Samba & Vico; Con O'Neill; Bronson Pinchot; Guz Khan; Minnie Driver; Bumbles Darby; Binge Tv; Adopt Our Crew - Emmy Noms; Articles; Fan Spotlight: Cast Cards; OFMD Colouring Pages; Our Flag Means Fanfiction; Never Left Podcast; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika
== Florida Supercon: Samba and Vico ==
More fun pics with Vico and Samba at Florida Supercon! Hope all you crew who joined had such an amazing time!
Source: Vico's Instagram
== Con O'Neill ==
Con was out with Kris Deedigan and Paul Maddison editing their new short, "The Men"!
Source: Con O'Neill's Instagram / Kris Deed's Instagram
== Bronson Pinchot ==
Bronson has been doing some fun videos on instagram in honor of Beverly Hills Cop: AxelF coming out on Netflix! He's been pretending to be his character Serge, and answering all sorts of questions. This was the first. Feel free to check him out on his instagram for more!
Source: Bronson Pinchot's Instagram
== Guz Khan ==
Guz was out rooting for England in the UEFA European Championship!
Source: Guz Khan's Instagram
== Minnie Driver ==
Minnie was also watching the UEFA European Championship!
Source: Minnie Driver's Instagram Stories
== Bumbles Darby ==
Rosie giving an update on Bumbles and his business cat dealings <3
Source: Rosie Carnahan Darby's Instagram Stories
== Binge TV ==
Are you part of the Australian crew? Good news! You can watch Relax I'm From The Future, staring our Captain Rhys Darby - or The Twelve - Season 2 with our Ricky - Erroll Shand!
== Adopt Our Crew - Emmy Noms! ==
Huge thank you to our friends over at @adoptourcrew! They are keeping us informed about all the award events coming up! First up is July 17th the Emmy Nominations are announced!
Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter
== Articles ==
Thank you to @adoptourcrew for sharing more articles referencing OFMD!
https://screenrant.com/tv-shows-almost-gave-up-continued-good/
https://collider.com/the-serpent-queen-season-2-minnie-driver/
Source: AOC's Twitter
== Fan Spotlight ==
= Cast Cards =
Tonight's Cast Cards by the fantastic @melvisik are Luke V. who was a stand-in according to https://ofmd-crew.com/ and Theo Park! - "Another Emmy submission for Outstanding Casting in a Comedy Series. She and the team (are more than likely) responsible for such a beautiful, awesome cast!"
Source: @melvisik's Twitter
== OFMD Colouring Pages ==
More #OurFlagMeansPride colouring pages from our brilliant friend @patchworkpiratebear!
Source: Patchwork Piratebear's Twitter
== Our Flag Means Fanfiction ==
New episode of Our Flag Means Fanfiction! This time focused on the Omegaverse! You can listen in on your favorite podcast platform here!
Source: Our Flag Means Fanfiction Instagram
== Never Left Podcast ==
New episode of Never Left Podcast -- Tune in tomorrow July 16th for the interview with Damien Gerard! You can check them out on your favorite podcast platform!
Source: Never Left Podcast Instagram
== Love Notes ==
Hey there lovelies. Sorry for the delay over the last couple days. I've been dealing with some stuff at home. I've been thinking of you all and I know you're dealing with a lot. Remember that you are absolutely doing your best-- and things don't always go as planned. It doesn't make you any less amazing, or mean your efforts are for not. You're doing great, and things will get there in time. You got this <3 Sending some love from some folks at bandaidforheart on instagram.
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Source: BandaidForHeart Instagram
== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==
Just really been thinking about We're Wolves lately, and how much I'd really love to see these two today. Gif courtesy of the kind @ neverswungonswingingstars!
#daily ofmd recap#daily ofmd recaps#ofmd#our flag means death#rhys darby#vico ortiz#samba schutte#bronson pinchot#save ofmd#guz khan#minnie driver#our flag means fanfiction#never left podcast#con o'neill#long live ofmd#adopt our crew#bumbles darby#ofmd colouring pages#adopt our crewmates#Instagram
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Hi this is my first time requesting something😭 I was wondering if u could write a Dom Brahms smut x sub female reader? (I love your writing btw)
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Our first time
Thank you!
Summary: Not much, just you and Brahms </3
Little note: sorry for the delay, ive been on and off with this one-shot, but now its finally ready!
genre: NSFW one-shot
Fandom: Horror
Character: Brahms Heelshire
Cw: Female! Sub! reader, Dom! Brahms, table sex, overstimulation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, p in v, doggy style sex position, Brahms ruining you, blind fold usage, lost of virginity, slight begging kink, fingering, Lactation kink, dumbification kink, slight sadistic Brahms...just sex.
He stared attentively at you through that slightly, polished, cracked porcelain doll mask. You were currently washing the dishes and getting dinner ready with loud music playing.
You were unaware of his presence, due to how loud the music played. You stood there, swaying your hips to the beat, as he stood in the door way and his eyes roam up and down your body
It made him feel warm, hot even. His breathing becoming more uneven. His heart rapidly slamming against his chest.
You turned around to place the wet dish back into its holder. You yelped and jumped backwards when your eyes landed on Brahms first rather than the dish rack. "Jesus Christ! You scared me Brahms!"
His head cocked to the left of him and he mumbled out a quick 'sorry' You placed a hand over your heart and put the plate in the dish rack. "Is there something you need, Brahms?" He stopped for a minute, looking like he wanted to say something, but didn't when he slowly shook his head.
You raised a brow at his actions. "Alright then.." You went back to scrubbing the dishes, careful not to get the water further than your purple gloves.
Brahms legs unconsciously move towards your enticing figure. His arms wrapping around your waist the moment he gets close enough to.
"Brahms?" He hummed in your hair. The way his name left your lips in a soft whisper made him feel uneven. The way you were up against him, your curves aligning with his...It was like a puzzle piece.
You and him were made for each other, and that was all he could think about.
What if...you and him did those kinds of intimate things he would see in books?
Oh, those pretty noises that would come out of your swollen lips. Your soft begs for him to keep going or maybe even to stop.
"Brahmsies, is everything okay?" He nodded, but you didn't believe him. You turned around, his arms slipping loose.
You were just in front of the dinning table before his arms slipped around you again, the grip even more tighter than before.
"Stay." You shuddered at his unmasked voice. It wasn't as childish as it usually would be, it was much more deeper and low now. "It hurts..." His whine made you panic slightly. Did he hurt himself? what happened?
"Brahmsies, did you hurt yourself? where does it hurt?" He just looked down, a bit embarrassed.
You sighed and stared into his dilated eyes. "Kiss," ah, his child voice was back. "It hurts with the mask on, Brahms." His grip had gotten tighter, making you let out a soft gasp.
He let out a scowl. "Stay here." You meekly nodded and he harshly ran past you. The air blowing on the side of your shoulder.
The music had stopped playing, sending shivers down your spine, only hearing the echoing silence of the Heelshire manor.
A few minutes passed and you heard the squeaks and squeals of the hard, wooden floors.
You felt his body behind yours and suddenly, your vision went black, covered by a soft fabric. "B-Brahms?"
He placed his index finger over your soft lips. You could hear a 'click' and then you heard him place that glassy, polished mask down.
A harsh grip on your chin made your head turn to your right in a swift movement.
You felt chapped, peeled lips on yours. A mix of soft and warm with peeled, cold lips.
The kiss was eager and hungry, but gentle and sincere at the same time.
His head tilted, to aline his flawed lips with your perfect ones. You felt his teeth tug at your bottom lips, as if asking for access.
You sighed into his lips and kept your lips agape for his tongue to slip in, and it did.
His tongue slid at the roof of your mouth, keeping yours trapped and pushed back.
Your lips grew swollen and your lungs begged for some air. Eventually, you broke the kiss in a haze.
"Pretty [Name...]" He murmured against your lips. Your throat was dry, despite the kissing. You stammered your words, unable to form a clear sentence. You could not take compliments.
"O-oh, um--" it didn't help either when you felt his lips hover over your tender neck. You felt his teeth get a slight grip on your neck.
You shuddered, feeling Brahms lips twitch into a smile at your reaction.
A breathless moan escaped your lips when his teeth had sunk into your warm skin, his tongue grazing against your irritated skin.
Your body had felt warm and felt warmer by the second. "Brahms..." He had never really paid attention to why or how you said his name, but now? Now was different. He loved how his name rolled off your tongue, along with a whine. It enticed him, making his heart filled with a certain...need.
Dark hues formed on your neck. A way for you and others to know that you belong to him and only him.
The thought of more marks covering your bare body in other places made his cock throb.
His right hand traveled up your body and one of his fingers held onto the bra strap. His left hand traveled down and hooked around the hem of your panties. "please...please, please, please..." He mutters, his pleas causing your heart to beat faster, as if it were about to burst.
You had never gotten very intimate with your past partners, leaving you a virgin, since you figured they weren't the right ones. But with Brahms, it was...different.
You weakly nodded. His breath hitched in his throat. He wasn't too experienced himself when it came to sexual pleasure, but he had read about it, and he was willing to try and do whatever it takes to make you feel good.
He slipped his fingers in the soft fabric, pushing it down and away slightly. His digits grazed over your soaking cunt. Your mouth hangs open when his right hand kneads your breast. His forefinger and thumb working together on pinching your hardened nipple.
Your legs twitched and your hips jolted when he drew soft, slow circles into your clit. "Brahms--" Before you could finish your sentence, Brahms pushed one of his fingers inside your beating entrance. A loud mewl spilling from your quivering lips. Your walls stretching, trying to adjust the new feeling.
He sighed at the feeling of you clenching around his finger, and that only made him wonder, what would happen if he added more?
With barely enough time to react, hes slipped two more of his rough, dry fingers into you. "oh, fuck!--" Your hips buckled down for more friction.
His fingers pumped in and out of you, curling for just a second, which really felt like more than a second, to hit your G-spot.
Your mind clouded with the touch of Brahms fingers, which was currently used to fuck you. Your pre-cum coating his rather tall, rough, vein-y fingers.
Your nails could break from how hard they dug into the marble table. His relentless pumping only drove faster. "So, so warm..." He pushed his palm further into your sex. He loved the feeling of your wet, warm puffed out cunt against his hands. Every noise you make, every whine, whimper, moan, mewl, cry, okay, you get the point. It drove him crazy. He wanted to hear more and more than before, many more. His cock oozing with pre-cum with every noise that came out of your swollen lips. Unconsciously, he began to grind against you. His clothed tip almost hitting your clit.
He wanted to be inside of you, like how those books would describe when things got intimate between the Male and Female.
The thought of it made his finger drive faster into you. "W--wait, t--too much!--- " Your throat involved a gag when his right hand fingers were shoved down your throat, taking them in a chocked manner.
You barely had any time to react to his lewd actions, as he didn't care to be gentle with you anymore. Tears pricked into your eyes, the soft, black blind fold quick to absorb your warm, salty tears.
Your desperate cries for him to slow down were muffled, the words not getting too far away from his now vibrating fingers. "So pretty..." He shoved his fingers deeper into your throat, hitting your gag reflex many times. "Bra--hghn...I---can't!--" A low chuckle erupted from his throat and his teeth drove straight into your beaten up neck. "Plea--ah!--s--slow down...s'too much...! can't--can't!-- " Your teeth gripped onto your lower lip. The way your teeth molded into your lower lip harshly had enough power to break the delicate skin and draw blood.
"More...More!" He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. More whines spew out of your mouth. Your uncomprehended babbles continued on and on. Your walls tightened around his fingers. An unfamiliar knot building up in your lower abdomen. The feeling even edges him on. His pants being ruined and coated with his pre-cum.
"I--hah!--gonna--gonna!--" You loudly gasp, feeling the knot untie itself. You let out a whine and press your forehead against the marble table. His fingers help you ride out your high, coaxing it in your cum.
His finger exits out of your entrance and he brings them up to his mouth, sucking his cum-layered finger. Every covered finger with slide in and out with a pop.
His tongue swirled in his mouth, savoring your sweet taste. Oh, how he just could imagine how many more times hes about to make you cum, whimper, wine, moan, cry, beg and so much more. He wants all of it. It has to be you, and only you.
Your upper body heaved up and down. Brahms eyes glued onto your breast. His head dipped down and leveled with your chest. His mouth took one of your nipples in, his tongue swirling around the erratic nipple.
You whined and laid against him, too tired to do or say anything. He placed a few kisses on it. It made him feel nursed, but instead he's taking control.
Your stomach turned and twisted when he let his imperfect lips trail down your stomach. His hand was removed from your mouth, and you heard the flyer to his pants zip down. "W--wait!--" Your plea was cut off with his scowl. You were still recovering from your sweet release, but that only made him go further. If you had cum once already, why not another time? He was already craving to see his cock slamming in and out of you cruelly, his cum filling you up till' it dripped down your perfect body and onto your plush thighs.
He ignored your cries and gripped both his jeans and boxers down. Even more tears formed into your eyes, trying to tell him to give you a minute to process everything and calm down. His cock roamed free out of those suffocating jeans. Hes thick and throbbing with pre-cum, but not like you can see that.
The thought of him entering inside you while you wore a dark blindfold made you shiver, and as if he had read your thoughts, you felt his needy cock forcing its way through your wet, slick folds, finding its way inside your cunt.
The slow pain was all you could focus on, as Brahms was stretching you out quite a bit too much. "Ah!--Fuck, fuck!--mfmg!--" You grunted. Your sex trying to adjust Brahms, and there was much more to go.
Brahms breathing became ragged, hitched and inhumanly fast. "Tight, you're so...tight!--" He shudders, thinking about the way you wrapped around him. oh, you just felt too good.
"So--t--tight--" He whimpered, his focus all on you. The feeling was new to the both of you, which made the pain unbearable.
You felt yourself being stretched even more than what had seemed possible. The pain slowly turns into still, unbearable pleasure. Brahms lets out a shuddered moan when you've taken him whole. His hips jolted forward, each second mercilessly pounding into you. Countless mewls come out of your lips. The inhumane speed of his thrust fastens your panting, enough that hes fucking you dumb at this point.
"You...li--like this?" You sniffled, trying to respond with a mind clouded with pleasure. "Ngn...y--ah!--" You began babbling out nonsense. Your walls tighten around his length.
His unused hand gripped your jaw, turning your face towards his. His head cocked to the side. The sight of your teeth jabbing at your lower lip, your furrowed brows, you looked so...vulnerable, and he liked the sight of that. He liked the sight of you submitting to him, like you should, like you were meant to.
You whine as a familiar sensation builds up once again, in your core. The same knot that tied in your lower abdomen earlier. "cu-cumming, cumming!--" His hips collided with yours, going even more faster. You squeeze yourself around Brahms cock, his quite huge member going in and out as it pleases.
"Cum-cum for me!--" Brahms groaned, stuffing his face into your hair. On command, you let yourself come undone. Your cum covering his cock. He stops his fast pace and goes slow, wanting to remember this moment. Your expression when you came, your cum covering him.
He places a soft, tender kiss on your temple, before proceeding to his rough pace. "Bra--hms!, no--no more, ple--ase! Can't...Can't--No...more!--" Your begging only enticed him to keep going, he like how your tears stained the blind fold, even rolling down past the blindfold. Your pleas made it harder for him to stop.
Not only that, but you had cum twice already. It should be his turn now, and he's going to make sure he's gotten to feel what you had felt, his release. His cum filling you up. That's what he wanted.
He smiles as he continues slamming himself in and out of you, sending you into overstimulation. You laid your head against the marble table once again, letting your chocked sobs take over your words.
His lower abdomen twisted and turned, feeling a harsh but pleasant upcoming tension that begged to be taken care of. He dug his mouth in your neck, biting the skin, once again. You cried out when he had bitten you roughly, the pain hurting more than those shots you get at the doctors. "Almo-almost...there!--" His cock twitched inside of you, as he let himself unravel inside you. His cum painting your tired walls.
His cum dripping down your cunt, and onto your thigh. He stared down and admired the sight. He whined when he slowly removed himself from you, already wanting to continue being in you.
You sighed, and allowed yourself to catch a breath. Then, your body was being picked up from the waist. You were turned around and seated down on the cold table.
Brahms placed his head to your slightly-exposed chest, while his hands remained on your hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his forehead tenderly.
You let out a pleased hum, before closing your eyes and resting your head against his.
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"gardens as vehicles for realizing you have a huge crush on your best friend" from the ao3 prompts if it sparks something!
hiya, thank you v much for the prompt, sorry for the delay!! this was truly a good one, hope you enjoy <3
gardens as vehicles for realizing you have a huge crush on your best friend
Eddie’s never been much for growing things. The garden was always his abuela’s domain, where she would spend hours in the sun, coming back inside at the end of the day with dirt-stained knees and tired hands. When they were young, his mom would send Adriana and Sophia out to help, sometimes, but never Eddie. It was always understood that he had more important chores to fulfill: oil changes on the truck, or mowing the lawn. Things his dad would do, if he were home, but he never was, so the responsibility fell to Eddie instead. So he’s never been much for growing things: instead, when he was old enough, they sent him off to the desert, where his hands were used to destroy.
But that was a long time ago.
Buck has been on a self-improvement kick, as of late, digging into books and TED talks and sometimes even those stupid instagram accounts that Eddie thinks are inherently scammy. But one day, Eddie leaves Christopher at Buck’s loft while he covers some hours for B-shift, and when he picks him up, his son is holding a tiny clay pot containing a small sprig like it’s the most precious thing on Earth. When Eddie raises his eyebrows at Buck over his son’s shoulder, Buck just grins and says something about growing his own vegetables. “It’s important to have healthy hobbies,” he says, and Eddie rolls his eyes, but it’s good to see Buck surrounded by green things. He does look happier, even if he’s still a little lost.
Of course, whatever Buck finds cool, Christopher finds cool: hence, the tiny little plant in his son’s hand. And so, that night, Eddie finds himself on the phone with his abuela, talking about light and water and, somehow, growing things as a path to healing, and before he knows it, they have a whole little garden of plants on his kitchen windowsill.
It’s hard to tell who’s more delighted: Christopher, or Buck. But Eddie likes seeing Christopher’s hands, which are growing so fast these days, covered in dirt. And he likes seeing Buck’s proud smile whenever he sees the plants. And, surprising even himself, he likes the act of growing things, of tending to them. He likes the routine, looking after their little garden in the morning while he has his coffee. More than anything, it makes him feel warm to see these living things growing happily in his kitchen and think: I did that. That’s because of me.
Buck, for his part, seems to be just as delighted about Eddie’s little plants as he is about his vegetables. He’s over for dinner, one night, helping Christopher with his homework while Eddie makes dinner, just another part of their regular routine. And when Eddie comes back from the bathroom, he finds them crowded around the kitchen windowsill, watering the plants. Eddie stands there, in the doorway, a soft smile on his face, watching them, drawn in by Buck’s huge hands bracing Christopher’s smaller ones, and out of nowhere, he thinks: Oh shit.
He blinks, as Buck grins at him over Christopher’s shoulder, all adorable enthusiasm. He looks totally at home, barefoot and in sweatpants and, god, Eddie doesn’t want him to leave at the end of the night. He wants him here, where his ridiculous vegetable garden can mingle with Eddie’s tentative, hardy plants, and he never wants him to leave.
Oh shit, he thinks again. I’m in love with Buck.
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WAHHH-of course I’ll start sending through asks instead of dms lol! I thought of another thought two if you’d like :3
Dabi-his stitches? Where the skin and dead skin connect? DEAD if you touch them lol, they are so incredibly sensitive. Like-he can (almost) stand anywhere else, like hold his laugh in, if you so much as gently rub a finger over his stitches he’s already squealing 💀
Giyu-oh this sweet baby boy is so touch starved. Like-REALLY touch starved. He looks forward to the moments where Rengoku and Uzui pick on him lol. BUT. If he is E V E R. And I mean ever, I’m a ler mood, oh you better run for the hills. He is RUTHLESS when he’s in a ler mood. Surprisingly (not really lol), his favorite Lee to pick on (when he gets confident) is Sanemi. His others are usually Rengoku and Uzui, he likes getting them back after a while. But if he’s in a really bad ler mood he’ll pick on just about anyone. Like. Anyone. And he RECKS them lol.
I'm beyond late I'm so sorry TwT''' BUT AHH THESE ARE SO GOOD AHHHHHHH!!!!!
First of all: Any and all things Lee!Dabi are guaranteed to make me squeal! Him having such a weakness there is PERFECTION! That spot is especially sensitive to feathers- a certain bird man found that out one day when he traced his wings against Dabi's skin whoops ajerjaejkrajk! I feel like Dabi could only stand it for a few moments- anymore and he gets overstimulated and hates it. Once and awhile though? He doesn't entirely hate it...👀
(Also bonus thought: Dabi is a bit insecure about all the scar tissue so Hawks makes it a point to kiss all his stitched seams. This usually ends in him getting kicked out of the bed cause it tickles like nobody's business)
GIYU HELP!!! Him being such a dangerous ler is so good??? He learned all his techniques from both Sabito and Urokodaki- when you basically grow up with those two in your life, you're bound to get good at tickling! Sanemi is so used to it at this point (and his lee moods tend to line up with Giyu's ler moods so it all works out- even if he won't say it lols) I also like to think Giyu is a silent tickler- he quietly sneaks up on someone- usually Ren or Ten- tickles them and fades away, leading to a chain reaction of tickle fights.
Thank you for sharing and my deepest apologies for the delayed reply!
#squiggily speaks#ask#anon#tickle#tickle headcanons#mha/bnha#demon slayer#dabi#giyuu tomioka#HELP I LOVE THESE!!
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14 and 15 for fanfic ask game!
So... This ask was sent like, a month or so ago, I don't even think you remember sending it, asker, so I'm sorry for that. Haha >.< But anyway. Thanks for the ask!
I assume this was from this fanfic ask game from a little (long) while back, yeah? :v
14. What is your favorite part of the writing/editing/posting process?
Oh, fun question!
I love thinking of a word mid-writing that I *hope* fits the sentence, and then search the definition and find out that it *does*. :D
I like writing pieces of dialogue or descriptions that make me go "gasp that was actually good!" or "oh my god I made that! I wrote that!" haha.
Sometimes I would be writing a scene and I'd remember a specific reader and go "Oh they would *love* this!" and that sparks joy.
I actually like fleshing out scenes. Fix the pacing and all that. I love being descriptive.
Loveeee writing inner monologue. Making my blorbos spiral into their own thoughts? Count. Me. In.
I would be insane if I didn't say I love receiving reviews and kudos in my fics. They keep me going. Seriously. Even the incomprehensible babbling and the occasional swarm of crying emojis. <3
15. What is your least favorite part of the writing/editing/posting process?
Sometimes I embarrass myself by finding tiny mistakes that make big differences. xb Sometimes I catch them before sending it to my beta, sometimes my beta points them out, and other times those mistakes glare at me after I post them, lol. XD
Proofreading. Is. The. Worst. When it's done, it's done. I usually cannot find the strength to reread the thing again after doing it for like 500 times already. I hate it. I want to get rid of it already. Rereading my own works make me cringe at myself sometimes. XD
Taggggsss. Tags are fun sometimes but they can also be extremely *hard*. I dread it. I have to skim through my work (again!) to ensure I didn't miss any tags or mistagged anything.
I think that covers most of it? Again sorry for the delay!
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helluu yza <333 🫂🫂🥰🥰🥰
i've been doing good overall <33 it comes and goes hddjkd last year ended up leaving a sour taste in the mouth, it's been quiet since 2024 started, not liking it but can't do much to change it either, can you tell i have a hard time letting things go lmao?it'll eventually get sorted out (i hope)
ANYWAY, i decided to join letterboxd community, i am a complete movie person now (if you wanna be moots there lmk), the recent one i watched was "call me chihiro", do watch it when you can, i liked it, AND AND AND there's this indian movie called "three of us" (2022) i'm still recovering from it, people who think 2521 was traumatic wouldn't be able to handle this movie at all, it's about this woman going back to her home town with her husband for a visit after something happens to her, to recollect herself and she meets her childhood friend there 😭😭😭 IT'S LIKE PAST LIVES MOVIE BUT ALSO KINDA DIFFERENT. i love both of them equally. please do watch it if you can't find link i'll send it you <333 there's too many gems i've been finding out about after making an account on letterboxd. ( also i finally watched kiki's delivery service, i had been meaning to but kept delaying it, it's soo good, the kid with specs annoyed me lmao but i got over it quickly (in the sense that i didn't care much about him or his plot hdjskss)
we can always pick up our movie hangouts, feel free to lmk on disc or even if you want ro reach out to say something 🥰 it'll reach me faster compared to here im not much of a tumblr girl anymore it seems
what's new with you? how are you doing?
i hope you're well
i find myself humming to wait so much these days, it's funny because when it was released i listened to it and then never looked back 😭 ( fake carat booo fake ot13 booo 🍅🍅🍅🍅) now it stays rent free in my mind as i go about my day, the dance break towards the ending is so so good, i've been also enjoying yugyeom's album esp summer blues it's so my kind and OMG YES I WANTED TO ASK WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON BIBI'S BAM YANG GANG? 🎤 (atp i feel like i should call myself bibi stan)
thank you for even replying back even though you don't really have to hddjsk i missed you too 🫂 you're so kind to me always <333 sending you more peaceful and good weather days, i hope you are also finding space and time for pausing in between the chaos around you 🥺💌
MA CHERIE 🥺🥰😻😘😚😍♥💜🧡❣💝💞💟💌❤💛💚💙🖤💓💖💗
i'm so sorry to hear that :(( and if it's any consolation, it really is as they say!! all things really will come to pass, it's just a matter of time <3 hope u know i'm always here to lend an ear as well i lov u 🥺
ALSO LOVE LETTERBOXD REALLY IS A FILM GIRLIE EXPERIENCE FDJKJFDJKFD i unfortunately dont have it (shame on me as a prev film major LMFAO) but i'd love to be moots i'll create an acc for u <3 ALSO LOVEEEEEEEE THESE RECCS I'M TAKING NOTES!!! also still dk why 2521 was So Sad for people, i really loved it and just thought it was realistic 😭 AND KIKI'S!!!!!!!!!!!! that was also super fun for me and i loved jiji's little love story line SOOO MUCH
also felt abt that </3 I WAS ALSO JUST GONNA TELL U ABT DISC GJKFDKJFDKJ we really r soulmates atp <33 think i've also been away from tumblr since jan of 2023 now 😭 i honestly just come back during times when my love for the sebongs is Monumental and bc there r svt nets who still dont have admins 😭
the past year has also been super rough for me so i really get u when u said u hope things will sort themselves out soon FDJJKFD but i'm sure it will on both our ends!! that's just how life is sometimes. thank u for checking up on me <333
ALSO SO REAL ABT JUST CHECKING OUT RELEASES AND DIPPING DKJSJKDSS I LOV U SM!! AND I REALLY LOVED ITTTTTTTTTTTTT, think it showed a v different side to her <33 ((although the lyrics are Very Much still bibi, it's just the melody and presentation that gave her a new spice)
AND WHY WOULD U EVEN THANK ME 😤😤😤😤 i should be thanking YOU for the gift of friend chip <33 hope the days r also kinder to u, i'd fight ur demons if i could 😡 LOV UUUUUUU LET'S HANG OUT AND WATCH MOVIES AGAIN TGT SOON <#3333333333333 MWAH
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Hello there im not sure if you're accepting requests but I was wondering if I could please have a fluff headcanon for Lucifer, Mammon, Diavolo, Simeon (separately) reacting to MC giving them a bouquet of their favorite flowers? Thank you and have a great day 💖
"For you!"
♡ Pretty flowers for pretty men <3 ♡
♡.Obey me!
♡♡.Fluff but still MDI!!
♡♡♡. Hi, this is so adorable! thanks for requesting and sorry for the delay, love :( I went with flowers that went with his strongest personality trait
. . . L U C I F E R !
♡ Working as always in his study, it was evening when he heard a knock on his door, "Come in."
♡ He didn't look up until he heard a soft thud on his desk, something hit it, he was about to arch an eyebrow but stopped when he noticed scillas tied with a purple silk ribbon
♡ That's strange, Devildom doesn't grow flowers like these...did you go to the human world to get flowers...?
♡ His lips twist up in the smuggest smirk he can muster! So smug and teasing, you love him that much? Sneaking in the human world without a word to Lord Diavolo for him?
♡ How...brave of you
♡ After kissing your forehead, he closes the book he was reading and sits you down to lecture you for going out without telling anyone but Solomon! Didn't he tell you not to hang out with that shady human so much?
♡ After that earful, he thanked you and went back to working, not paying much attention to the flowers you worked hard for to get
♡ Don't let that act fool you, dear, the next day, you'll find him worrying about what vase will look pretty with the scillas and what spell to use on the flowers to keep them fresh
♡ "Yes? Is there an issue with me caring about a gift from a loved one?"
. . . M A M M O N !
♡ During a photoshoot break, he got a package! Ohh is it the new- flowers? He didn't ask for any dumb-
♡ ....you sent flowers to him? O-Of course you would! It's only natural to show your love to the Great Mammon!
♡ Alone in the room, He'd carefully put the bouquet of Delphiniums on the table in front of him, hand on his mouth as he slips down in a chair...you were thinking of him?
♡ After thinking and staring at the flowers, he'd change into his next outfit and grab the bouquet with him
♡ A few hours later, your DDD is suffering with notifications from Devilgram! A new post of Mammon...woah it has a lot of likes!
♡ Aww he's posing with the flowers in his hands!
♡ There's a video and Mammon's tagged
"Hey Mammon! Who send those?"
“…hmm." Mammon was walking off to his makeup room, a curt, hot-bothered face was all the camera was showing along with quick zoom-ins of the flowers in his hand
"Is it that human you always talk about? HUH!"
"SHUT UP!" He closed the door and the video ended
♡ Then a message popped up in one of your chats, a picture of Mammon smiling next to the flowers with a "Thank you, human"
. . . D I A V O L O !
♡ Diavolo was walking back to his office, all tired from a meeting he had, yet all those complains stopped at the tip of his tongue when Barbatos told him that you've stopped by
♡ Oh? Why didn’t you text him, he could’ve used an excuse to get out from that meeting early!
♡ His eyes widened when he noticed hyacinths flowers on his desk, with closer look, he saw a card, ‘These made me think of you :)’
♡ Aren’t you thoughtful! He’d be over the moon because of this gift all week! He won’t shut up about it!
“Can you believe MC got me flowers?”
“My lord, you have a meeting in five minutes, go change, please.”
♡ Oh the flowers now stand on his desk, next to your picture with him and Lucifer is in the background send death glares at you for getting too close to the demon lord
#Ohhh baby anon I’ll do Simeon later with the wizard bc this is too cute 🥰#♡.👼📂#♡.om!#obey me! one master to rule them all#obey me! mammon#obey me! swd#obey me! lucifer#Obey me lord diavolo#obey me lucifer fluff#obey me mammon#obey me fluff#obey me x mc#obey me x reader#omswd#omswd lucifer#omswd fluff#omswd mammon#omswd diavolo#♡.🌸#obey me soft hcs
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I’m With You (1/3)
series summary: When two strangers meet on a layover in the Charlotte Airport, they find that a lifetime can sit in the span of three days and it doesn’t take very long at all to fall in love. pairing: bucky x reader warnings: super soft!bucky, shenanigans, literally no legit warnings its a miracle, rare kas fluff a/n: the first part of this fic was inspired after I got stuck in Atlanta on a layover a few months back and my imagination ran wild lol 🌸series masterlist // series playlist 🌸
T H E L A Y O V E R
Perhaps you should have known it was coming after the second time the flight got delayed. Nearing on two hours past your departure time and with a monsoon brewing past the windows outside, it was a wonder anyone at the gate was still holding onto hope. That was, until the moment the young gate agents with cheeks burning bright red announced that your flight had been canceled.
In most circumstances, you wouldn’t have been relieved as you were in that moment, standing in a never-ending line extending out into the middle of the walkway with disgruntled, stranded passengers grumbling under their breath and arguing amongst one another.
Most circumstances didn’t involve you flying to Atlanta to attend the wedding of the last and only man to break your heart.
You stood behind a rather tall man in a dark navy business suit, carrying a leather briefcase and tapping his toe incessantly as the single gate agent attempted to address the needs of the completely booked flight currently waiting in line. The man in the suit was barking orders at what seemed to be a poor intern on the other end of the phone as he nudged an elderly woman ahead of him to take a step forward the very second the line moved up.
With a roll of your eyes, you took a sip from the burning hot coffee you’d purchased shortly after the second delay, despite the fact that it had been nearing 11:00pm at the time. You seemed to be the only one who was mildly relieved by the cancelation and threat of spending an overnight stay in the Charlotte airport, though that didn’t surprise you much. Still, you didn’t much mind the possibility that you would have a genuine, no-fault-of-your-own, entirely-mother-nature’s-curse, excuse to avoid your ex’s wedding.
Then, carrying gently between the aggravated conversations around you, the soft humming of someone standing behind you pulled you from your daze.
You didn’t dare turn around, but you listened intently, caught up in the low vibrations of his voice, not entirely in key, but charming, and sweet. It sat in sharp contrast to the chaos surrounding you to hear something so relaxed, at ease, amongst the panic and frustration.
The coffee was still hot on your lips and you winced as it passed on your tongue. The man ahead of you folded his arms over his chest, relentlessly making a show of looking up and around those ahead of him to prove he had better things to do, to show that he was impatient and clearly irritated by his situation as he was the only one with somewhere to be.
Those ahead of him weren’t much better; the lot of them all on the phone with representatives from the airlines and demanding their money back, demanding answers for next available flights, and blaming poor customer service for their troubles as if it was the gate agent’s fault that a monsoon had plundered its way through North Carolina.
“What a bunch of barbarians,” the voice behind you chuckled under his breath, the humming pausing for only a moment. His tone was like honey and you found yourself smiling, suppressing the subtle movement of your shoulders as you laughed quietly to yourself at his comment.
“Bet the guy at the desk is going to lose his shit in about two minutes,” he said to himself, though you wondered briefly if he was talking to someone next to him or behind him, or maybe even you, though you didn’t dare to turn around. No one else responded to his commentary.
You glanced up ahead to who he seemed to be referring to, to find a middle-aged man in khaki slacks and a light blue polo, gripping a newspaper harshly in one hand and tapping his knuckles against the counter top with the other. His face was beet red, jaw clenching, and starring daggers into the poor gate agent.
It barely took longer than a few seconds before the man slammed his fist down onto the countertop, causing you to flinch in response. The honey-voiced man behind you chuckled under his breath, clearly amused by the aggressive reactions of those around him.
You found yourself wanting to turn over your shoulder, to steal a glance at the man with the sweetest sounding voice, even in off-key humming, who laughed in times of chaos and didn’t seem to be bothered at all to be standing in a seemingly never-ending line nearing midnight in the middle of Charlotte Douglas International.
In your brief moment of distraction, you didn’t notice the man in the suit take a sharp step back in reflex to the person at the front of the line waving their hands about, setting off a chain reaction of passengers flinching away from the scene. His elbow slammed down into the lid of your coffee and it slipped from your fingers with a gasp.
The cup fell to the floor in the kind of slow motion you see in the movies, like maybe if you reached out in time you could have grabbed it mid-air, but instead the cardboard cup slammed to the tile and the coffee spewed from the top as the lid broke away, dousing the pant legs of the man in the suit ahead of you. He yelped, jumping away from you and shoving you back with a harsh thrust.
Unsteady on your feet from the shock of it, you fell back into person behind you, into the man with the honey voice and the amusing observations. He caught you before you hit the ground with his arms hooked under yours, smelling of something like warmth and comfort and flannel and fireplaces, before you even caught sight of his face.
Blue eyed. The damned near bluest eyes you’d ever seen in your life and they were gentle, kind, like they were painted with care with several shades from the Mediterranean Sea and a cloudless sky and the petals of an iris. Bristles of scruff on his cheeks and dark brown hair brushed up in sweeps away from his eyes. He smiled softly at you, reassuringly, as he helped you back to your feet.
“You alright?” he asked softly and you nodded, just about lost in the smooth tone of his voice, up until the moment suit-man let out an aggravated howl.
“Look what you’ve done!” the man shouted, grabbing at the backs of his pant legs in disgust and sending darting glares at you.
Your lips parted to say something, but you were never good under pressure, not with so many wondering eyes looking over in your direction, whispering to one another, pointing and staring. Cheeks burning red and heating all the way down your neck, you felt a pang of embarrassment, of shame. You bent down quickly to retrieve the empty cup, stepping away from the pool of coffee on the floor.
“I’m-- I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t--”
“You didn’t mean to?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Do you have any idea how much this suit costs?! Probably more than a month of your salary, sweetheart!”
“Hey man, back off! It was clearly an accident,” blue-eyes interjected from behind you, carefully side stepping around you to put himself in the cross hairs. “It was your elbow that knocked it out of her hand in the first place.”
The man glared at blue-eyes, studying him up as if he was determining if carrying on this fight was worth it with a man at least a decade younger and a build twice his size. He seemed to only be eager to kick and yell and fight when it was at a target without much of a will for defense, someone like you. You clenched your jaw, hating how easily you fell into that trap.
“Goddamn millennials,” the man in the suit grumbled under his breath, narrowing his eyes on you one last time before he turned his attention back to the front of the line. You let out a heavy sigh, the relief pouring through you almost instantly. You gripped the empty cup in your hand until it bent and crumpled at the center.
“What an asshole,” blue-eyes grumbled next to you, offering you a soft kind of smile that still managed to crinkle up by his eyes. He glanced down at the cup folding under your tight grip. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” you replied slowly, though you kept an extra foot of distance between you and the man in the suit, even as he took a step forward when the line moved. “Thanks for that, by the way. You didn’t have to say anything.”
“Sure, I did. Chivalry still exists, you know,” blue-eyes said, that charmingly smooth tone of his voice running almost in shivers up your spine.
“Not in my experience,” you muttered under your breath, uncertain if he could hear you, though he raised an eyebrow, his smile faltering somewhat. If he heard you, he didn’t say anything.
You waited for what felt like another hour before you made it to the front of the line. The gate agent looked exhausted and practically winced at you stepped up, as if he was preparing himself for another verbal attack, but you were soft spoken and patient with him, a kind of change he wasn’t expecting.
Blue-eyes was on your right, talking with the second agent who had rushed up to the counter to assist. You could feel him glance over at you every few moments as you complimented the agent on his organization and calmness under pressure, getting the young man to laugh nervously in response.
The gate agent smiled a bit as he handed you a tentative flight and instructed you to listen to the overhead monitors for any changes. You nodded as you took the new ticket and grabbed your bag, getting ready to go find a quiet place by yourself to mentally prepare for facing this weekend after the nightmare it was already starting out on.
Attending your ex’s wedding was already a worst case scenario on its own. Now you’d have to show up with less than a few hours night rest, if any at all. You were sure you’d hear comments circulating about the bags under your eyes and the exhaustion plated on your face they’d no doubt attribute to remorse for a relationship that was kinder in your memories than it was in real life.
You started to make your way out to the walkway when you heard a voice call out behind you.
“Wait, hold up!”
You turned over your shoulder to find blue-eyes finishing up at the counter and swinging his bag over his shoulder, a new ticket in his right hand. He jogged a few paces to catch up with you as you stilled.
“Any chance you’ll let me replace that coffee?” he asked with a warm smiling brimming on his lips.
“What?” you gaped.
You glanced down at your faded leggings, worn sneakers, and flannel hanging loosely over your shoulders. You didn’t consider yourself the type that men approached for that sort of thing, especially men with eyes that blue and a voice like honey.
“I figure it’s going to be a long night and finding sleep in a place like this is almost impossible,” he chuckled nervously, scratching at the back of his neck, “so why not stock up on caffeine? I know a café in Terminal C with a halfway decent blend and its usually pretty empty.”
“Oh,” you muttered anxiously, cheeks heating red because a man that gorgeous couldn't possibly be serious. The suspicion was already creeping up through your stomach, screaming at you that he was like the rest of them, like he was exactly like your ex, that he would hurt you or that he was looking for repayment of some kind. You didn’t have much experience of anything else. “Well, I don’t-- I don’t know--”
“You can say no,” he offered quickly, though he winced as he said it. “Of course, you know you can say no. What I mean is, you can tell me to ‘eff off’ and I’ll leave you alone, but I just thought... I thought that guy was a jerk and he ruined a perfectly good full cup of coffee and if you wanted, I’m happy to get you a new one. I just—I figured that your night is already pretty shitty with the flights being grounded and then that sonuvabitch -- who didn’t even apologize -- yelled at you for no reason and--” he grimaced. “I’m rambling. Sorry.”
You watched him carefully, studied the way he fumbled over his words, his cheeks turning a soft shade of pink, even through the light scratches of his beard. It was almost endearing. You hadn’t seen a man blush like that before. There was a lingering kind of sadness behind the ocean blue of his eyes you couldn’t quite place and it drew you in unlike anything else.
“Terminal C, huh?” you asked, pulling the nerves from your voice the best you could and his smile lit up again instantly.
“Yeah, Terminal C. It’s a bit of a walk, as long as you don’t mind?” he said, lugging his bag over his shoulder and gesturing for you to follow him out into the hall.
“Don’t got much else to do,” you shrugged, surprised that you found yourself smiling as you strolled up next to him.
He had a comforting kind of ease to him and you wondered why he also seemed to be relieved by cancelations. You had your reasons and looking around at the frustrated looks on bystanders faces as you walked by, the arguments amongst family members, the children crying, you couldn’t help but question why blue-eyes didn’t seem to be bothered at all.
“My name’s Bucky, by the way,” he said as he stepped aside at the moving walkway, letting you pass by him to take the first step. He slid onto the walkway behind you with one step.
“Well, it’s nice to be meet you, Bucky,” you replied sincerely, leaning against the right side of the railing as the floor beneath you carried you slowly down the hallway. You had the time to be leisurely and let the walkway move for you.
In the brief moment of silence that followed, Bucky was smiling as he stared at the floor, stealing glances over at you like he was waiting for something. You were about to ask him what he was looking at until he asked, “do I get the pleasure of your name as well, or should we save that for later?”
You laughed, the nervousness offsetting the embarrassment of completely forgetting obvious social cues. Gripping at the edge of the railing, you watched as he stared out into the sea of people as you rode by, smiling softly at the kids who were curled up under their parents’ coats draped over them in blankets and laughing, almost impressed, at the teenagers who had started gathering in a circle, all huddled around their portable games.
Pushing out a kind of confidence you hadn’t known in years, you said, “you buy me that coffee you were talking about and maybe I’ll give you a name.”
Bucky grinned, turning back to face you, clearly amused by your answer. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
Walking at a leisurely pace, it took a half hour before Bucky gestured for you to stop in front of a small café tucked into the corner next to one of the empty gates, lights barely illuminated with a single staff member hunched behind the counter on his cell phone. The tables were empty and it looked like no one had been there all day with the shelves of to-go items fully stocked.
“Welcome to the best coffee in the Charlotte Airport,” Bucky grinned, extending his arm out like he was showing off a new car. You narrowed your eyes on his, pursing you lips and he dropped his hand, chuckling lightly. “I never said it was particularly good, but it’s not terrible. Plus, we’ve got the place to ourselves if you allow me to stick around.”
“You want to?” you asked, cursing yourself for how timid you sounded. Another thing to blame your ex for. The ex whose wedding you’re supposed to be attending tomorrow. Goddamnit.
“Don’t got much else to do,” he shrugged, repeating your words from when he had asked you to come with him in the first place with a teasing kind of smile that made your stomach twist into knots.
You nudged him hard in the side, laughing, and he stumbled away a few paces, grinning wildly until it crinkled up by his eyes. You wondered if you’d ever seen a man more beautiful in your life, though you pushed the thought away quickly.
Bucky jogged up to the front counter, gathering the attention of the teenager on his phone as he slowly glanced up, slipping his phone into his pockets.
“What can I get you?” the kid asked, voice low and slow, like he’d just woken up from a nap.
“Anything fancy for you or keep it simple?” Bucky turned back, asking over his shoulder. You gave him your order and he smiled at it, ordering one of the same. The teenager didn’t seem to be amused by Bucky’s charming smile and huffed an exasperated sigh as he started to make the drinks.
“You sure you don’t mind?” you asked as Bucky handed over his card.
“It’s just a coffee, doll. I don’t mind at all,” he said, the pet name rolling off his tongue as if it didn’t mean much of anything. It left a burning, twisting ache in your stomach and a heat in your cheeks, forcing you to nervously tug and pull your hair behind your ear.
You wondered if it was a name he gave for any woman whose name he hadn’t yet learned; perhaps, the same way older men called waitresses ‘sweetheart’ or the way the man in the suit had so patronizingly taunted it at you earlier, though there wasn’t even a hint of a condescending tone in Bucky’s voice. It was genuine. He was genuine.
You thanked him and followed him to the small table tucked in the corner of the café, away from the hall though with enough of a vantage point to watch for stranded passengers as they walked by. Terminal C seemed to be pretty empty so there wasn’t much chance for that, though he told you he liked to take every opportunity to people watch as he could. There was just something so fascinating about how strangers acted when they weren’t putting on a show, when they were at ease, purely themselves.
You set your new ticket on the table, keeping a watchful eye of the flight number like the attendant had instructed you to in case any changes were made overhead. Bucky did the same and you noticed they put him on a separate flight. The ounce of disappointment didn’t slip your notice but you shoved it aside.
“The departure board’s got more red on it than green,” Bucky said as he settled into his chair, “might be time to seek food and shelter and buckle in for a long night.”
“You sure you’re in Charlotte Douglas and not the Hunger Games?” you laughed, adjusting your bag next to your feet.
“You’ve never endured an overnight in Charlotte, have you?” he countered teasingly.
You shook your head and he let out a heavy sigh, though a smile brimmed on his cheeks, almost like he was excited.
“The hotel’s already booked up by now and as soon as these people realize they’re not getting a flight out of here until tomorrow morning, hell is gonna break lose,” he informed you, carefully watching a family of five as they passed by hand in hand out in the walkway. The father had an anxious kind of look on his face every time he glanced at the youngest of the children as if he was expecting for the boy to realize at any second he wasn’t going to be in his bed tonight with his favorite stuffed animals. He was a ticking time bomb.
“We’ve got about an hour left before the food joints start shutting down and then after that, nothing until six-thirty sharp,” Bucky continued, “Plus, you figure you need to secure an outlet or two and a decent place to sleep, if you’re able to do that sort of thing in a place like this.”
“Good lord,” you exhaled, crossing your arms over your chest as you smirked at him, “guess you better get started.”
“Oh, I am,” he replied casually with a shrug. “Step one is securing alliances.”
You narrowed your eyes on him, scouring his face for signs that he was mocking you and searching behind him for a hoard of his buddies hanging over his shoulder snickering to themselves as their friend messed with the sad girl alone at the airport, you came up completely empty.
“You’re actually serious?” you gaped.
He nodded. “Of course. I’ve already got the caffeine and the ally. We’ll need to secure some snacks next. When you’re ready, of course. Though, we do have a time restraint here so don’t be too long with your coffee.”
“Well, for one, I can take this on the go,” you joked, lifting up your coffee with a teasing grin.
“See how well that went last time though? Can’t risk running into any other asshole businessmen in expensive suits worth a month of your salary, sweetheart!” Bucky mimed eccentrically, trying to mock the voice of the man in the suit but failing halfway through in a fit of laughter.
“Okay, fine,” you conceded, removing the lid to your cup and letting the steam loose. You sighed at the fresh smell of coffee as it filled your lungs and warmth spread through you before you could even take a sip. “So, we stay here for a bit and finish our drinks. Then we’ll find snacks. Then what?”
Bucky shook his head, taking a sip of his coffee before he spoke again. The content sigh that followed sent shivers up your spine. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, doll. It’s a process.”
“Naturally,” you agreed with a smile on your lips so wide it ached in your cheeks.
Bucky sighed, leaning back into his chair, glancing out into the walkway and studying those who passed by. He was so content, so unbothered by the cancellation, as he casually sipped his coffee, stealing glances over in your direction every so often, you couldn’t help the curiosity as it built up.
“So, you were going to Atlanta, too?” you asked before you took another sip of the steaming coffee.
“Trying to. It’s been, uh, it’s been a while since I’ve gone down there,” he replied, though his smile faltered a bit before he could catch it. You narrowed your eyes on him, surprised by his reaction, though you didn’t push it at all. He cleared his throat, pushing it back out though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “How's the coffee?”
“Wonderful now that it’s not covering the back of a furious businessman’s suit,” you responded, taking another sip. Bucky chuckled under his breath and you found yourself missing the soft glimmer behind his eyes. It returned when you asked him about the last time he’d been stranded in Charlotte, as he clearly had experience with it.
He spent the next half hour telling you every ridiculous story you couldn’t have made up if you tried about the bizarre things he’d witnessed at three in the morning walking around the terminals and what kinds of trouble he got in back in his younger days with the airport security for doing cartwheels down the halls.
“Cartwheels?” you laughed, struggling to keep your breath as your eyes watered. “You can’t be serious…”
Bucky was beaming as he nodded, all blue eyes and pink lips and chocolate colored hair raking through his fingers. He pointed over your shoulder to an open space by the escalator.
“I crashed into the railing right over there,” he nodded, then gesturing to his hip bone, “it landed me a bruise for a few months right on my side.”
“How old were you?” you asked, struggling to contain your laughter enough to take another sip of your coffee that was already room temperature.
Bucky scratched the back of his neck, cheeks red, and so incredibly adorable it was simply unfair. “Twenty-one.”
“Of course, you were.” You shook your head, watching as he hid behind his coffee cup as he took a big gulp, evading your eyes and glancing over to the open space like he was caught up in memories.
“So, what about you?” he asked as he set his coffee down again. “You ever been stranded here?”
“Fortunately not,” you shrugged, finishing off your drink with a content sigh. You glanced over at the clock, wondering how so much time had passed without even realizing it. It had been ages since you’d felt that way around someone.
“Sounds like you're in need of some Charlotte layover tradition then, doll,” Bucky grinned, something mischievous brewing in his head as he chugged back the rest of his lukewarm coffee and tossed the cup into the nearest trash with a full layup stance. He did the same with yours. “Come with me.”
He extended his hand to you as he stood, long lifelines extending along his palm and you noticed a sliver of marred scarring peeking out behind the sleeve of his over-shirt. You narrowed your eyes on it, curious, but he pushed down the fabric nervously.
“Please, doll. I promise it’ll be fun,” he urged, not letting his hand drop away even as you eyed him reluctantly.
“How do you know my idea of fun? You still don’t know my name,” you teased, having already decided to take up his offer the moment he extended his hand but it was so incredibly endearing to watch his nerves on display.
“Oh, I know, but I’m confident you’ll tell me soon enough,” he said, grinning wildly as you slipped your hand into his regardless. Firm and rough, with callouses on his hands like he’d spent years in service and labor jobs, but gentle like he was holding something precious as he helped you stand. An enigma.
The teenager behind the counter had been watching you with an irritable look on his face and you nudged Bucky’s side as he picked up both of your bags in his free hand. Bucky followed your gaze and then took a quick glance at the clock before he started to laugh, pulling you towards the hall.
“Think we overstayed our welcome here,” he grimaced, nodding to his watch that read it was past midnight. “Coffee shop was supposed to close ten minutes ago.”
“Oh no,” you pouted, turning back to the cashier with an apologetic smile as you called, “sorry about that!” over your shoulder.
Bucky led you to the center of the hall. Around you were a few stranded passengers from flights heading out west, all looking like they’ve been kicked and dragged through the mud. Meanwhile, Bucky was smiling like he just won the lottery. You didn’t realize his hand was still gripped in yours until he dropped your bags beside him with a heavy thud and he let go.
He took in a deep breath, sending a wink in your direction as he took a single step away from you and pushed his hands out into the sky, swing his momentum around in an acrobatic swing that was admittingly quite awful, with bent legs and wobbling landing, but... a cartwheel.
Holy shit, he was serious.
A few random passengers lying on the floor had propped up to look in his direction before turning over to ignore him. Bucky wiped his hands on his pants as he grimaced at the dirt he’d collected. He nodded at a woman in high heels as she walked past giving him a strange look of both disgust and attraction. She might have been eyeing him before he went and did that ridiculous cartwheel, but a man that handsome had some allowances for odd behavior, didn’t he? She seemed to think so, but Bucky paid her no mind as he turned back to you.
“Your turn.”
“Absolutely not,” you scoffed, laughing nervously as you took a step back.
“Absolutely, yes,” Bucky retorted, grabbing your hands and tugging you to the spot where he was just standing. “This is tradition, doll. You can’t mess with a tradition.”
“Do you realize how insane you sound?” you accused, though you were smiling so wide it started to hurt in your cheeks. His hands were still on yours and his lifted them above your head, nudging your feet with his shoes to get you in starting position.
“You’ve done a cartwheel before, haven’t you?”
“Of course,” you shot back, “back when I was fifteen, Bucky!”
He grinned, stepping back and letting go of your hands. “Then you’ll be perfect. Just like riding a bike.”
“Yeah, I don’t think it’s the same thing,” you mumbled, blushing as a middle-aged couple walked by and rolled their eyes at the two of you. Bucky must have noticed.
“Don’t worry about them, doll,” Bucky said quietly, arms folded over his chest as he planted his feet, waiting patiently. He smiled softly at you, the overly confident and borderline cartoonish character falling away for a moment and you found yourself lost in shades of blue you could have drowned in if he’d let you.
Shit. You shook your head, tearing your eyes away from his. Stop thinking like that.
Do the damn cartwheel.
Bucky rubbed his hands together in anticipation and you closed your eyes. One deep breath in, you held it in your lungs as you propelled yourself onto your hands, touching the ground with the full of your weight for only a second before you were on your feet again.
Guess it was like riding a bike.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” Bucky shouted, drawing the attention of the very irritated passengers attempting to sleep in the corner of the hall. It was still midnight, after all. But in the mist of his energy and the way he was smiling at you and rushing towards you to high-five your hands now covered in a thin layer of dirt, you couldn’t bring it in yourself to care about the wondering eyes of the stranded observers.
“We better get those snacks before the shop closes,” he said, turning to you with a massive smile.
How was it possible to so easily get lost in the eyes of a stranger you hardly knew? Blue and grey waves sharper and softer than that of the ocean. Pink in his lips that drew you in and you didn’t realize you were staring until he grabbed your hand, tugging you along.
You started to laugh as he dragged you down the hall, not letting go of your hand as he led you down to a corner store with walls lined with snacks. He grinned like a kid in a candy store and gestured for you to walk in like it was a five-star restaurant. The fact that he waved at the cashier who returned his greeting in a familiar smile didn’t slip your notice.
“Do you know him?” you asked, following Bucky further into the store to the back wall lined with snacks, in past the magazines and novelty t-shirts.
“Charlie and I go way back,” he nodded, strolling carefully through the aisles, hands clasped behind his back as he contemplated his choices and he glanced back up at you, smiling that sweet smile that made your stomach twist. Though he paused as he said, “I used to get trapped here overnight a lot growing up.”
He lost his smile a bit as he spoke and it surprised you, unsure of what kind of memory he was thinking back to that could possibly take even a sliver of his smile away from him. You grabbed a bag of your favorite chips from the wall and tossed it over at him. They hit him straight in the chest and he caught them before they fell, the smile returning quickly as he looked over at you with a feigned look of offense.
He grabbed a few bags off the wall after careful selection and raised them up for your approval. You nodded at every choice, except for the bag of jerky he’d held up teasingly. Once he’d gathered enough to fill his arms, a solid mix of salty chips and sweet chocolates and candies, he made his way up to the cashier.
Charlie’s name tag was long faded and he looked like he had been working here for decades. He took his time scanning through Bucky’s items, though he raised an eyebrow at the bag of Skittles and Bucky nodded, a silent conversation between the two before Charlie slipped the candy into the bag.
True to his word, Bucky pushed aside the cash from your hand as you tried to pay and he handed Charlie his card. You grunted, doing that little dance most couples do on a first date when the bill comes, though you started to blush as soon as the thought made its way into your head.
This wasn’t a date. This was... well, you didn’t know what this was, but it was certainly anything but a date.
An acid trip, maybe? An elaborate dream? One of those cheesy Hallmark movies where an angel or a ghost from your past teaches you how to open up and love again?
Probably.
But definitely not a date. He didn’t even know your name.
By the time Bucky gathered the bags of snacks and you followed him out to the main walkway, stranded passengers had begun lining up at every fast-food join within sight, lines carrying far down into the hallway and grumbled groans as managers came out to inform the crowds they were running out of food.
“What did I tell you?” Bucky grinned, nudging your shoulder and you shook your head, trying to suppress your laughter. “Chaos starts once these tourists realize they’re trapped. Someone’s going to start trying to buy food off of people before they take their first bite. Just you wait.”
He was something from a dream, you were sure of it.
“Okay, fearless leader. What’s next?”
He chuckled at that and your stomach flipped a little, though you did your best to ignore it.
“Outlets and shelter,” he replied matter-of-factly, like he’d done this dozens of times before, as he studied the hallway to the left and right, determining which was the better way to go. He chewed on his lip, clearly caught in thought before he straightened his back and turned to you with a grin. “I’ve got a place in mind. You trust me?”
“I don’t know you and you still don’t know my name,” you responded teasingly, though somehow, you knew the answer was yes.
“Sometimes trust is something you learn over time and sometimes it’s a gut instinct,” he shrugged, offering you his hand. “What’s your gut telling you, doll?”
“That you might be an insane person... or an abirritation,” you laughed, though you grabbed onto his hand and let him lead you out into the hallway, “but clearly, I’m okay with that.”
“That’s all I need,” Bucky beamed, tugging on your hand to get you to walk faster until you were practically jogging.
Lugging your suitcase behind you as Bucky held a firm grip onto the bags of snacks in on hand and you in the other, he led you far away from the crowds of people, past the moving walkways and the food courts, past the gates with attendants behind the counter, until the lights were dimmer and you passed by nearly five gates that were completely empty.
He let go of your hand and gestured to the gate marked A29 with a familiar smile on his face, though it seemed a little sad with a crease forming in his brow and a slight tremble of his hand clenching by his side.
“How did you know this place would be deserted?” you asked in awe as you tossed your bag onto one of the dozens of open chairs, spinning yourself around freely like you were in the meadows on a warm summer day and not currently trapped in an airport with a monsoon outside and stuffy air-conditioning blowing through the vents.
“Had a hunch,” he replied, though when you rolled your eyes playfully at him, he chuckled, conceding, “I saw this terminal had most of its flights out before the storm broke. Figured it would be pretty untouched for the rest of the night.”
“You’ve been out here before,” you observed, catching the way he stared longingly over at a corner by the desk like he was watching an old memory play out in front of him. Though he wore his smile again, it was softer now, sadder. He seemed caught up in his imagination and you took a careful step forward, tapping on his shoulder and smiling enough for the both of you. “Come on. I’ve got first dibs on the Doritos.”
“So,” Bucky started, “you never said why you were going to Atlanta.”
“Neither did you, smart guy. Why would I give that information away to a complete stranger?” you teased, following Bucky as he led you to the series of outlets against the wall. You slid down the window, leaning against it as rain pummeled against the glass from the other side.
Bucky shrugged, smiling encouragingly as he sat down next to you and pulled his phone charger from his bag. “You don’t have to tell me anything, doll, but I noticed the way you smiled when the gate agent announced our flight was cancelled when everyone else was groaning and crying. You were smiling. Just curious, is all.”
You narrowed your eyes at that, watching him silently as he plugged his phone in and the face of a young girl illuminated on the screen. She was smiling, almost mid-laugh, and Bucky was off in the background of the image, racing towards her, perhaps a few years younger judging by the haircut. She looked a little like him.
You wondered then if she had anything to do with why he had lost some of his energy as he came up on this gate, falling into a memory he recognized. He was complex man; you’d give him that.
“I was... um... going to a wedding,” you confessed slowly and Bucky smirked, pleased to get something out of you.
“You sound unsure about that,” he pointed out, ripping open a bag of chips and plopping four into his mouth.
You shrugged, “yeah, well, even if I make it in time tomorrow, I still don’t know if I’ll go.”
“Why’s that? Seems like a long way to travel if you’re not gonna--”
“The groom is my ex.”
“Oh shit,” Bucky coughed on the chips that were about halfway down his throat. He leaned over, heaving into a napkin and you rubbed at his back instinctively, careful circles over the soft fabric of his t-shirt as his whole body shook with each cough. You pulled away with a blush as he smiled at you once the fit subsided. He sat back again the wall, brushing his wrist over his lips as he stole another look over at you. “You’re joking.”
“Afraid not,” you shrugged, pressing your lips into a thin line.
You were embarrassed to even say it aloud, to have to first explain to all of your friends why you agreed to go even as they begged you not to, to have to pack your bag and tell your mother why you won’t be home for Sunday dinner, to have to say it even to this man who was practically a stranger who’s approval and kindness you suddenly found yourself craving. Two years since the break-up and you still struggled to get past the man who broke your heart. Saying no to your ex, to Jack, wasn’t something you were used to and it came as old habit.
“This monsoon might have just saved you from a weekend in hell,” Bucky exhaled, turning to face you with a smile that lightened the anxiety in your chest. He offered you the bag of chips and you took them gratefully.
“You’re probably right,” you said, tossing a few chips into your mouth, though you knew the universe would find a way to get you to that wedding, whether or not you were ready for it.
“You on good terms with the guy, at least?” Bucky asked and you shook your head, clenching your jaw.
He frowned, though he didn’t press you any further as he must have noticed your cheeks flush, shame seeping in you. Bucky let out a tired exhale, leaning back against the window and slumping further to the floor.
He cared, that much you could tell. He was bothered by the fact that you were going to this wedding, alone, and that even with all that you didn’t even have a good post-breakup relationship with the guy. You wondered how it was possible for someone to learn to care so fast and what your night would have been like if he hadn’t been standing directly behind you in that line, if the monsoon never rolled in and this handsome, incredibly endearing stranger never stormed into your life.
Would you have gone to that wedding, watched the man you once thought was the love of your life devote himself to a woman after he broke your heart over his inability to commit? Would you have cried through the ceremony and drank yourself into obligation because he’d hurt you so bad you hadn’t been able to even date since he left you?
Would you have boarded that flight without a second thought to the stranger with the blue eyes and the infectious smile?
“What about you?” you asked carefully, taking another bite of the chips before handing it to him.
“What? You trying to do a something-personal-for-something-personal kind of thing?” Bucky laughed, though there was a nervous edge to his voice.
“Only if you want,” you offered, smiling gently at him and giving him the out if he wanted it. It hadn’t been very long since he avoided the question the first time when you had been sitting over coffee in the empty café.
He took in a heavy breath, though it was shaken. You narrowed your eyes, watching him carefully as he sat up, straightening his back and brushing his hair back from his eyes.
“Yeah, I’m, supposed to uh, I’m supposed to see...” he sighed, scratching at the back of his neck, his voice falling low suddenly. His lips pursed into a frown and the light faded from the blue of his eyes. Something was clearly bothering him and he couldn’t seem to even string the words together.
“I haven’t seen her since I... and my ma says that I’ve been...” he groaned, clenching his jaw and running his hand over his lips. He wasn’t making much sense, that much was clear to the both of you. His eyes fell to the floor and he was only a whisper of the man who stood laughing at the hoard of passengers at your gate.
He was layered, dimensional; both the man with confidence unlike you’d ever seen and the shy, nervous guy with a heart bigger than most men you knew.
Your stomach hurt just watching him struggle to answer your question.
“Y/n,” you blurted out, catching his attention and he raised an eyebrow. You let out a steady breath. “My name. It’s Y/n. Something personal for something personal, right?”
Bucky nodded, repeating your name back to you and a soft smile came over his lips. It sounded like velvet and honey and all kinds of wonderful coming from his voice. He relaxed a bit, the tension slipping from his shoulders. “It’s a nice name. Y/n. Suits you.”
But his voice was still low, aching, and it made your heart twist.
“Come on,” you urged, grabbing his hand and lugging him back up to his feet, determined to bring back the witty and charismatic man who threw you into this mess to begin with. You didn’t like seeing him upset.
“Thought you wanted to know--”
“Not now,” you replied casually and you could practically feel the weight lift off his shoulders as you dragged him over to the massive checkers set in the corner of the gateway set aside for restless travelers. “I’ve got a preposition for you.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“I get to ask you a question every time I knock one of your pieces off the board,” you proposed, positioning yourself on the side of the board with red chips as big as your shoes, “and if you get one of mine, you get to ask me a question.”
“Do I have to answer?” Bucky teased, folding his arms over his chest and you could already see him coming back into himself.
“Only if you don’t want to be a total loser,” you shrugged kicking your piece out to make the first move. Bucky laughed and squatted down at the board, taking his time to determine his trajectory before he made his move.
It only took three turns before you knocked out one of his pieces.
“Truthfully now,” you started, eyeing him as he crossed his arms over his chest, “in all of your layovers, how many people have you dragged around this airport doing cartwheels and raiding convenience stores?”
A laugh burst from Bucky’s chest and you swore you’d never heard a more beautiful sound in your life, his whole body caught up in the moment. It had been a while since you’d seen someone laugh like that without trying to suppress it. He was unlike anyone you’d ever met, though, you supposed you knew that already.
Then he paused, folding his arms, studying you. “You want to know how many women, don’t you?”
“That’s not what I said,” you retorted, trying to hide your blush, though it was obvious as day.
“Only one before you in all my years,” he responded with a nod, “but she was a frequent flyer with me. Not what you think and certainly not the same.”
“That didn’t make a lot of sense, Bucky,” you accused with a grin, “you’re being cryptic.”
“Maybe you should ask a more specific question next time,” he countered with a sink.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you grumbled as Bucky started to eye the board for his move.
“So, you think I’m cute?”
You froze, heat flushing into your cheeks as you realized what you said. Glaring up at Bucky as he watched you amusingly. You rolled your eyes.
“Like you don’t already know,” you huffed, trying to push aside the embarrassment you felt through a playful smile.
“Still, it’s nice to hear,” Bucky grinned, nudging his piece to jump over yours and he discarded the red coin off to the side. “How long were you with this ex?”
Your breath hitched in your lungs and you cleared your throat, taking your time to meet his eye again. “You don’t mess around, do you?”
“Nope,” he replied, popping the ‘p’ on the purse of his lips.
“Three years,” you said quickly, before you could lose your nerve. “He was my college boyfriend. Had plans to move in together and talked about getting married ourselves before he decided he’d rather ‘explore his options’ once graduation came around. Hadn’t heard from him since. Until I got the invite to his wedding. Guess he found a better option.”
“Yikes,” Bucky winced, “what an asshole. Why did you even agree to go to his wedding?”
“Sorry, you already used up your question. Better wait for your next turn.” You winked at him, holding your pointer finger up as you maneuvered your way around the board to find your next move. It was a relief to cut him off. Your relationship with Jack wasn’t an easy one to talk about and you didn’t want him to think of you the way Jack often saw you; small and spineless. So, you pushed out a smile and pretended you were fine.
Bucky shook his head, armed folded over his chest enough to see the prominent outline of the muscles in his biceps, and he laughed at your response. It was a sweet kind of sound that made your chest fell warm, even with the anxiety in your stomach at the very thought of your ex. It was genuine for as often as he did it and it seemed to live permanently etched into his cheeks.
You went back and forth for a few turns, each picking off the other’s pieces on every round. He asked you about your family, about your favorite flavor of ice cream, about your movie preferences and your day job. You asked him about the scars lining his left arm, peeking out as he scratched at his wrist and he told you it was from an accident on the job, though he didn’t elaborate further. You asked about the college shirt he was wearing any why he dared to go to school in Georgia if he was really a New Yorker like he claimed, though he laughed it off and said it wasn’t his alma mater. You asked about his typical coffee order and hair routine and how he got it so fluffy and he laughed so hard, tears welled in his eyes.
It was almost a half hour of the simpler questions before Bucky knocked out another one of your pieces with satisfied hum and took a moment to think of his question. He watched you for a moment, studying you almost, and your stomach lurched a little. Not because he made you uncomfortable, but because you could see the carefulness behind his eyes, the soft smile on his face, and a man like that looking at you like you were something special was an unfamiliar feeling to say the least.
“You don’t really think this woman he’s marrying is ‘the better option,’ do you?”
You bit down so hard on your lip you drew blood. The sincerity of his question threw you and your heart must have skipped about a dozen beats before you could even blink. Bucky must have noticed your sudden distress and he clenched his jaw. A red heat formed in his cheeks you never would have expected.
“Maybe I should say I’m not trying to pry, but I clearly am,” he admitted with a tired laugh. “I’ve only known you for a few hours, Y/n, and I don’t know how anyone could think you’re anything but the best option. And if this guy was with you for years, it shouldn’t even be a question.”
“That’s... that’s really kind, Bucky, but you don’t know me,” you mumbled, unable to meet his eye and losing every ounce of confidence you had clung to around him. Jack had a way of doing that to you, even when he wasn’t around.
But Bucky was determined. He shook his head, crossing the board and grabbing a tender hold of your arms, urging you to look at him. His hands were warm against you, large, a little calloused and rough on the edges but so incredibly gentle.
“I know that you treated that poor gate agent with empathy and patience and got him to laugh after the hell storm of passengers who had just spent their time yellin’ at the guy. I know that you agreed to follow a borderline intrusive stranger through an airport at midnight at the promise of caffeine,” he said, smiling sweetly. “I know that you apologize to teenage employees for staying a few minutes past close without realizing it. I know that you can do a near perfect cartwheel and how you take your coffee.”
“Bucky, I--”
“I know that you’re funny and adventurous and kind. I know that you’re incredibly perceptive and you changed the subject when you caught onto how hard it was for me to tell you why I’m going to Atlanta,” Bucky said casually, sternly almost just to make you believe him, as if his words didn’t make your heart swell so much in your chest it hurt. “Your ex is an asshole, is all I’m saying. He never should have said something like that to you. You’re someone’s best option, you hear me? Don’t settle for some jerk who tells you you’re anything less.”
You swallowed nervously, getting caught in deep oceans of blue and grey as Bucky held onto you. There wasn’t a trace of anything but sincerity in his eyes and you wondered how it was possible he even existed. He rubbed gently at your arms, like he was trying to draw warmth, and the smile on his lips was enough to float butteries in your stomach.
“Thanks, Bucky,” you said softly, sincerely, and he nodded at you encouragingly.
He stepped back to his side of the board and you missed him standing so close to you, missing his hands on you, and you clenched your jaw, trying to push the feelings away.
“Since you didn’t technically answer my question, I’m asking another one,” he said lightly, grinning wildly and it brought back the smile to your face. “You’re from New York, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. Queens. Live there now, too,” you replied, wondering how on earth he was able to deduce that and watching the way he smiled to himself, nodding. “Why?”
“Not your turn to ask questions, Y/n,” Bucky teased, though he seemed pleased with your answer. “Make your move, Queens.”
You laughed, already feeling light again and amazed by how easy it was for him to bring that back out in you. You nudged a piece with your foot and swerved it around of two of his. You kicked two black pieces off the board.
“That’s two questions,” you pointed out and he shrugged, challenging you.
Crossing your arms over your chest, you studied him for a moment. There were a million different questions you could ask. You thought about asking whether he’d been born and raised in the city like you, if he’d ever traveled abroad, what the military tag on his suitcase was for and if he ever served. You wondered if he was single, if this was a one night thing where you’d go your separate ways and never see one another again, if he was really as kind and as charming as he seemed because you still couldn’t believe he was real.
You were about to ask him something trivial because you were too afraid to get an answer that would break your heart when he cleared his throat.
“Or,” he started, nervously, “you could ask one big question?”
You narrowed your eyes, confused, and waiting for him to continue.
He sighed. “You could ask about my sister. If you want?”
You paused, watching the way he swayed in his stance, arms fold tightly across his chest like he was trying to hold himself together. She must be the girl in the picture on his phone, the reason why he started acting strange, upset, when he tried to tell you why he was going to Atlanta.
He nodded at you and you could tell he was ready, that he wanted to talk about it now, and you gestured to the wall adjacent to the game. He followed you silently, sliding down the wall to take a seat on the floor next to you. He folded his legs under him while you tucked your knees up to your chest, waiting patiently. You didn’t know the question to ask, but he let out a heavy sigh and started for you.
“Her name’s Rebecca. Bec. We used to travel alone a lot when we were kids to go see our dad,” Bucky said softly, scratching the back of his neck. “We had layovers here a lot and if the flight got cancelled, we’d just get stuck overnight. I mean, I was old enough to watch out for her okay so it wasn’t a big deal, but she used to get scared. So, I started making it a game. It happened more times than you would think and it managed to make her feel better, got her laughing. We used to spend all our money at that convenience shop on chips and candy and race in these halls and do cartwheels and blast music and play games over by that gate.”
You smiled as Bucky talked. He stared off across the gate to where your bags were, over where the memory he had been reliving earlier was, and avoided your eyes, but you knew this wasn’t the hard part of the story. You let him keep going without interruption.
“We got to know some of the people who worked here over the years, like Charlie,” he continued, though his voice dropped a little as he tried to clear his throat. He took in a heavy breath but he struggled to find his words again.
“That sounds really nice, Bucky,” you said encouragingly and he nodded.
“Yeah, she uh, she used to love it, but we don’t-- she doesn’t talk to me anymore,” he confessed, clenching at his jaw painfully and winging his hands in his lap.
You watched as he yanked and pulled on his fingers, a nervous habit you used to see in your father after he’d been in a near fatal car accident, a symptom of anxiety. Without giving yourself a second to back out, you reached into his lap and placed your hands over his until they stilled.
He froze, staring down at your hands and allowed you to pull his left from his right and carefully grasp it in your own hand, holding it tight and offering him a gentle smile. He exhaled, relieved, and squeezed your hand before he continued.
“I enlisted right out of high school,” Bucky said, pulling your hand to rest on his thigh as he ran his free hand over the back of your palm. “Bec was so pissed at me. Especially when they sent me overseas. But she still wrote, still answered my calls. Until I got hit by an IED and got my whole arm shredded.”
He pulled up part of his sleeve to reveal marred skin under the t-shirt he wore. It was faded, healed over the years, but still ridged, still mutilated by the blast. He sighed, pushing it back down like looking at it was even difficult for him. You squeezed his hand.
“I was home for a bit, just trying to heal,” he continued, “but once I was cleared by the doc’s, I wanted to go back. That was the last straw for my sister. She—she just couldn’t understand why I’d go back after that. She said she’d never speak to me again if I did and I tried to tell her that I had a duty, that I had friends who died in that blast and being over here was hell for me. It was back then. But she didn’t understand. She still doesn’t and she held true to her word. She hasn’t spoken to me since I went back, not since I came home either. I’m out now and I still can’t get her to return my calls. She just cut me off completely.”
“Oh, Bucky,” you sighed, heart breaking as he bit on his lip, clearly trying to suppress a lump in his throat.
“I’m supposed to be going to her college graduation,” he said tensely, sniffling a bit. “She doesn’t know, but Mom’s been on me to fix things for years. I just... I don’t know how and I’m fucking terrified that she’s going to take one look at me and tell me to leave or turn her back to me or, I don’t know, ignore me completely. She’s my little sister and I miss her but I don’t know how to make her understand. I’m not sorry for going back. It’s what I needed to do but, I hate that I lost her because of it.”
It was silent for a moment and you watched as the clock opposite you turned on three in the morning. Bucky’s breaths were uneven beside you as he tried to pull himself together. Each passing moment you spent with him, you only wanted to learn more, wanted to ease him through his pain, to make him smile and laugh.
But there was a truth he needed to hear.
“I’m not sure she’ll ever understand, Bucky,” you said slowly and Bucky clenched his jaw. It was clearly something he’d been thinking about, though he didn’t want to admit it. You sighed, rubbing at his hand in slow circles. “I don’t think anyone but someone who has lived through what you have could understand wanting to go back. She clearly loves you and she was probably terrified for you. Sometimes, when someone you love puts themselves back into the heart of danger like that, it's easier to shut down than deal with the possibility of losing them.”
Bucky nodded, taking in your words. You gave him the time he needed, letting him sit with the silence and the thoughts in his head until he was ready. You watched the gears turning, watched as he squeezed your hand in even intervals, and let out a steady breath.
“Sorry I’m such a bummer,” he said after a while, a tired laugh in his voice and he shook his head as you started to object. “I hate that I was relieved when our flight got canceled but I know I’ll have to find a way there regardless. I thought I’d spend tonight in this airport just sitting in my anxiety and thinking about all the ways I’ll disappoint her again, but then you spilled your coffee all over that pretentious asshole and you... you caught me by surprise, Y/n.”
He turned to you, his free hand snaking up to slide along your cheek, cupping the side of your face as his fingers danced in your hair. The way he was looking at you, with startling shades of blue and a sincerity you hadn’t known in a man in years, your stomach twisted and turned on itself in the best possible way. His eyes flickered down to your lips.
“It’s your turn,” you whispered, eyes drifting over to the game.
“Will you let me see you again?” he asked quietly without skipping a beat, not even bothering with the pieces on the board and you didn't mind, not as he was leaning closer to you, his breath against your skin.
His lips touched yours and it was sweet and short so impossibly brief because suddenly the overhead speakers let out a sharp, high-pitched chime as the transmitter turned on. You jumped at the shock of it and Bucky pulled away, the spell broken and the ghost of his lips aching on your own.
“Attention passengers flying from Charlotte to Atlanta on flight 937,” the voice called in muffled tone, “Please see an agent at Gate B9. Your flight is now scheduled to depart at 3:50am.”
You sunk against the wall and Bucky fiddled nervously with his hands.
“That’s your flight, isn’t it?” he asked, disappointed and you nodded. He sighed, hulling himself back up to his feet and offering you his hand. “We better get you over there in time, then.”
You looked up at him for a moment and contemplated just skipping the flight to spend a few more hours with him. Was it insane? Naïve? Maybe. But he was unlike anyone else you’d ever met and you didn’t think you could stand this being the last time you saw him.
“Come on,” he smiled sweetly, though it didn’t reach his eyes, “I’ll walk you to your gate and everything, be a proper gentleman since you’d been so gracious tonight before I send you off--”
“Attention passengers flying from Charlotte to Atlanta on flight 1176,” the voice spoke again and Bucky froze, “please see an agent at Gate C2. Your new flight is now scheduled to depart at 3:30am.”
“Shit,” he cursed, glancing down at his watch to find it was already nearing 3:20. He clenched his jaw, looking down at you apologetically. “I... I have to go.”
You took his hand and he helped you back up to your feet, though he didn’t let go right away. He stared at you for a moment, longingly, like leaving right now was the last thing he wanted to do. It was the last thing you wanted, too.
You walked with him, hand in hand, to the side of the gateway with your bags. He stuffed the snacks into the plastic bag and handed them to you, though you tried to resist, but he shoved them into your backpack with a smile anyway.
“Take the skittles, at least,” you tried to persuade him, “you picked those out.”
“I can’t stand ‘em, actually,” he chuckled sadly, shaking his head. “I always got them for Bec. Guess I was a little stuck in routine.”
“So, take them with you,” you encouraged, kneeling down next to him and pulling the red bag from your luggage and placing it in his hands. He stared down at it for a moment, tensely. He didn’t meet your eye but you carefully rubbed at his shoulder until the tension drained. “Bring them for her. Call it a peace offering.”
Bucky smiled sadly, but he nodded, the appreciation clear in his eyes as he rose back to his feet and offered you his hand, which you took effortlessly.
“How did I manage to find you?” he asked so quietly so you almost didn’t hear it. He was watching you with a kind of bewilderment in his eye and your cheeks began to flush, until you noticed the clock affixed to the wall over his shoulder. Your heart sank.
“You should get going, Bucky. You’ll miss it,” you said, trying to mask the sadness in your voice though it did little use.
“Yeah,” he replied. He didn’t move.
The two of you stood there for a few moments, just staring at one another, wishing the night didn’t have to end. But you had a wedding to attend. And he had a graduation.
“Bucky,” you urged again, squeezing his hand.
He nodded, detangling your fingers with a new kind of determination. He reached into his bag and dug around for a pen and paper. Scribbling messy handwriting on the notepad, he ripped off a page and handed it to you.
“Take this, please,” he said, and you grasped the crumpled paper in your hand. A series of numbers listed on one side in thick black ink. “You don’t have to do anything with it if you don’t want, but I hope you do. I hope you call.”
You nodded, running your thumb along the dried ink before you met his eye again; blue unlike even the clearest morning sky.
“I have to run,” Bucky said sadly as he started to back away. “Thanks for putting up with me for a while.”
“Thanks for asking me to,” you called back, watching as he walked backwards as long as he could until he checked his watch again and grimaced at the time.
He wanted to say more, that much you could tell, but there wasn’t time. He gave you one last wave and turned on his heels, sprinting down the terminal and taking a sharp left. You watched until he disappeared from view and you were alone in the gateway, surrounded by his memories and a new one of your own.
The crumpled paper stayed firm in your grasp the entire walk to your newly assigned gate, your mind caught on Bucky with every step. Even as you boarded, as you sat in your seat and closed the window shade, leaning against the wall in an attempt to find rest, the paper never left the grip of your hand.
A crumpled paper with a number of a stranger. A friend. Maybe something more if you let yourself believe it.
It was exciting and terrifying and magical at once.
You slipped the paper into your pocket as the plane left the runway and lifted into the air, whirring sounds of the engines and cabin pressure lulling you to sleep.
You thought only of Bucky; of blue eyes and nervous laughs, of cartwheels and potato chips, of painful questions and reassurance unlike you’d had in years, of rosy cheeks and soft pink lips.
You weren’t sure you’d ever think of anyone else again.
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How does it start? And when does it end? Only been here for a moment, but I know I want you But is it too soon? To know that I’m with you There’s nothing I can do [I’m With You - Vance Joy]
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THE HEIR'S CURSE (Part I/?)
Request: I have this idea of the reader being a princess and having to marry fili cuz hes the heir and she likes him but she ends up falling for his brother? Maybe with some angst? You can choose the end 😆
Pairing: Fíli x Reader, eventually Kíli x Reader
Genre: mainly angst w/ fluffy moments
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Requested by: @crispykittywitch
The heir's curse: ———
Permanent taglist: @queenofmankind @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog
Warnings: none atm, maybe some typos
A/N: Sorry for the delay I was having an existential crisis. I'm trying to put the story together, so this first part is merely introductive to the actual plot, that's why is short and kinda lacking of action OOF ANYWAY enjoy, and send me an ask if you wanna be tagged in this. Friendly reminder that the requests are open <3
Part II
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"She's beautiful." my brother Kíli, tilting his head to my side, muttered, his eyes never leaving the girl that walked towards us.
"She is, indeed." I replied, equally dumbfounded.
"This is Y/n, Princess of the kingdom of Belegost." Y/n bowed to us with a genuine smile on her face, and we did the same to her "My lady, these are prince Fíli, Heir of the throne of Erebor, and prince Kíli."
"At your service." we both spoke, right after I stepped to her to kiss her hand. "I've heard legends of your beauty, but none make you justice." And it was true.
Y/n, despite being a dwarf, descended directly from the elves of Caras Galadhon. She was an actual miracle of our time, and it had been said to me that possessed a beauty never seen in middle earth.
"You don't look so bad yourself." she smoothly replied. "As my father used to say, though, true beauty lays inside of oneself."
"My brother has a heart of gold." Kíli assured her. "I'm sure you'll get to see it sooner rather than later." I halfsmiled at my brother's words. "or maybe later rather than sooner, he's a little thick, and a little slow."
"Kíli." I called him, turning to throw daggers at him with my eyes.
"What?" he then grinned at Y/n, "It's only the truth." who was now chuckling, with a playful look on his gaze.
"My lord, I will now take the Princess to her stances."
"Do not," I ordered, taking a couple more steps to be before her. "I'll take her myself." I extended my hand for her to take.
"How chivalrous." She teased walking besides me. "are you trying to make a good impression?"
"Maybe." I tended her a hand the help her down the stairs. "Is it working?"
She took my hand with a grin and slightly pulled up her dress in order not to step on it. "Maybe."
KÍLI'S P. O. V.
As soon as they had walked away from the stance, my smile faded and an uneasy frown appeared in my face.
I had seen her at the gates. We ran into each other, but she was wearing a traveling cloak and I didn't connect the dots.
"Apologies m'lady." I quickly spoke, steadying her with both my hands so she wouldn't fall. "I was in a hurry."
"It's alright, I was distracted." it was only then, when she took off the hood, that I was left speechless. "Cat has got your tongue?" She teased with a grin as I let go her forearms.
"Your beauty took all words away from me." I replied as fast as I could.
"Not all, apparently." she responded. "Would you mind pointing me the direction to the place where I shall wait for the king?"
"Thorin's not here, but someone will receive you in the throne's hall— Ori!" I made a sign and my friend came to us. "I would take you there myself, but as I said, I am in a hurry."
"Thank you anyway."
I felt the smile growing in my face. "My pleasure."
'She's beautiful', I had said, but what meant was 'she's too beautiful'.
I knew I was damned the moment she smiled at me, I just didn't know how damned I was— not yet, at least.
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READER'S P. O. V.
"Ouch!" I flinched when the needle fixing the side of my dress stung my skin.
Having to stand on a velvet footstool with my arms over my head for over half an hour was already uncomfortable and exhausting enough, needless to say I wasn't in the mood for a stray needle to pierce my skin.
"Apologies, m'lady." the servant muttered, retrieving the needle and the thread and starting again.
"Just get over with it already." I groaned in desperation. "Is this even necessary?"
"Of course! you must look perfect tonight."
"I think she already looks perfect." both our heads turned to the door in order to see a fancy dressed Fíli standing there. "Cease tormenting the princess already."
The servant nodded and stopped whatever sewing had been attempting to do on the side of the dress. "my knight in shining armor." I offered him a relieved smile and he responded with a chuckle. "what are you doing here?"
"My garments needed a retouch." A seamstress chasing him prompted Fíli to move into the room and lift his arms, and so he did. "And I heard that beautiful voice of yours from the other side of the room, so I had to come."
"Smooth." I commented, receiving a proud shrug in exchange.
"I apologize for tonight." the frown in my face let him know he had to explain further. "You've just arrived from a long journey, I doubt you're in the mood for a party."
"I won't lie to you," I pursed my lips in a thin line and gave him an apologetic smile. "attending to a dwarvish celebration is the last thing I wish for."
"And what does the princess wish for?"
"Sleep?" we both chuckled. "And maybe some time alone with my intended. I'd like to get to know him."
He nodded with the ghost of a smile twitching the corners of his lips. "I'll make sure you can escape the party as soon as possible." he assured me, finally lowering his arms. "If I can, I'll walk you to your chambers. We can take the long way and chat for a while." his eyes were hopeful, and his half smile sincere.
"That'd make the party worth it." he nodded, the half smile mutating into a beam.
"Brother," Kíli rushed into the room, stalking straight to his brother. "Thorin is back, he requested—" due to his focus on the commended task, he almost missed me.
KÍLI'S P. O. V.
The corner of my eye first caught the glittering silver of her dress, which led my gaze to acknowledge her form.
There she stood, over the stool; her long gown majestically fell past her feet and gave her an even more divine aura.
I wouldn't have noticed that my jaw had dropped if not for my brother, digging his elbow in my ribs.
"Stop staring at my intended." he jokingly scolded me. "are you planning on stealing her from me?" he wiggled his brows at me and Y/n laughed.
"Pffft no!" Y/n snorted behind me and Fíli gave us a smug grin.
"So?"
"Yeah, Thorin." I cleared my throat, fighting to tear my eyes away from her. "he wants to see you. It's important."
"Did he say what it was about?" I shook my head no and my brother sighed, signaling the servants to stop working on his regal clothing. "I must go now." he spoke to Y/n with apologetic eyes.
She nodded and my brother walked past me, making his way to where Thorin would be waiting for him.
"Heir duties?"
Y/n words caught me off hand, and at first I could only nod with my eyes way too open. "It seemed like it."
"Must be exhausting— would you lend me a hand?" One hand fisted her dress and lifted it up, the other was now extended towards me.
I eagerly nodded and stepped to her, "It must be," taking her hand in mine and holding her forearm in order to offer her some extra support. "though I wouldn't know."
"Me neither, thank Mahal." she carefully let the gown's end down on the floor and gave me brief, playful grin. "Being the younger sibling has its advantages, doesn't it?"
Of course, she was the youngest of Three siblings, how could I forget?
I looked away with a knowing chuckle, just for my eyes to return to her shortly after. "It certainly does, my lady."
"Don't call me 'my lady' as if I was above you."
"You kind of are." I replied with my eyebrows raised and one of the corners of my lips lifted.
"No I'm not!" her voice sounded outraged, but in a theatrical way.
"As you wish," I subtly bowed. "my lady."
She shook her head, letting out a soft laughter. "You're already insufferable."
"But I'm making you laugh." her eyes rolled, a smile pulling at her lips again. "You'll come to put up with me."
"You will be at the party, I hope?" I nodded, a bit taken aback by her question. "Great, because I feel like your brother will have more Heir duties to attend, and I don't wanna be alone."
"I'll keep your company." I involuntarily winked at her, triggering her eyes to part from me for a second, a timid smile making its way to her gaze. "May I tell my brother to pick you up tonight?"
"That would be nice, yes."
"Then you must excuse me." she gave me a quick nod and bowed to me. I mimicked her actions and left to go and tell my brother.
I think I secretly wished for him to tell me he could not pick her up, but I would never admit it out loud.
Nor would Y/n, who, to my ignorance, deep down, wished for it too.
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The Drop Of A Tear - 11
BTS V x Y/N (Reader)
Summary: Tae meets a woman who is very manipulative. Before he even notices anything, she got him around her finger. He decides to leave his wife Y/N and his four kids to start a new life with the new woman. This perfect house of cards that he had just started to build, starts to unfold as she starts to show her true face. Piece by piece it makes him feel sick. Tae notices his wrong doing as his house of cards starts to fall apart. Regret and hate towards himself makes him wish to turn things around. Will he be able to safe his house of cards and to get back what he once threw away?
CHAPTER 11
In moments like this, Y/N appreciates that her kids enjoy simple things like playing cards with their family. Even though they could not go outside because Jungkook forgot to give them a key to his apartment, the fun and joy never became less as they continued to play cards. The hours passed so quickly that she only notices how late it is as she looks at her phone. To her surprise, a message from Tae shows up on her phone. Her thumb moves above his name multiple times before she decides to open his message.
TAE: Hello Y/N. I currently have a break, if you are able to talk, I am available now. I am just trying to check in if you are doing alright.
TAE: I see that you seem to busy now. How does your job search go? Do you have some job interviews coming up? I am proud of you not giving up. You will have soon a job interview. I am sure about it.
TAE: I hoped to talk with you about you and our kids on the phone but as you seem to busy, I will simply just text you... Maybe you are not in the mood to talk to me... I don’t know what to do to get in touch with you, but maybe you could tell me if our kids are alright? Do they eat well? Are they doing alright? I miss them so much! I hope I can see them soon. Regarding the amusement park: I wanted to pick them up for next weekend but my manager was able to put us on this variety show in the last minute. Needless to say, that I cannot say no to that :-(
TAE: I know you do not want to hear it, but I miss you as well. Maybe I will hear from you another day. <3
All his messages were sent two hours ago with a few minutes difference. She does not want to answer him but the fear that he might show up in their former home, makes her type an answer almost automatically.
Y/N: Just saw your messages. Yes, the kids are eating well. Especially my little bear eats everything he can grab right now. The girls are as usually only want to eat sweets and the big boy loves burgers too much lately. I kind of knew that you will not be able to pick up the kids to go to the amusement park with them. I did not inform them that you had planned to pick them up – so no worries.
With a long sigh, she puts her phone on the coffee table as she hopes he would not drive by her old house. For a moment, she thought about telling her kids that their father is asking about them but on the other side she is afraid that her daughter might not take it well and that might change the mood in the room quickly. As her son looks at her she shows them the time. “Kids, it is about time to make a dinner. I bet you all are just as hungry as me.”
“I am not hungry.”, her son says without letting a second pass after Y/N’s sentence. “Can we just keep playing?”
“Are you not hungry because you do not want to help in the kitchen or are you really not hungry?”
“I do not want to help in the kitchen...”, he confesses as his voice becomes quiet. “Sorry.”
“No reason to be sorry. You do not have to help if you do not want to. Okay, time to clean up. Kids, please bring all the games back into your room. I do not know when uncle Jungkook will return and I do not want this mess to be the first thing he sees when he comes back.”
“If we clean up, can we play in our room until you are done with preparing dinner?”, her younger daughter asks as she folds her hand in front of her face to beg her mother for a yes.
“How can I say no to that, huh?”, Y/N jokes as she pets her daughter’s hair. “Alright. Clean up and bring the cards back into your room. Do you want to play with your little brother as well? He looks a little bored watching us, don’t you think?” Her daughter nods as she picks up her little brother. “Thank you for cleaning up, my big boy.”, Y/N tells her son as she hugs him.
“I will always be a boy to you, even when I am an adult one day. Right?”, her son asks with following long sigh.
“Well, that sounds like you do not want me to call you ‘my boy’ anymore.”
“Can you call me something else?”
“There is only one option if you do not like your nickname no more.”
“What would it be?”
“You would be my ‘hero’. You’re the oldest man in the household now and I never felt like I could not rely on you.”
“I think it is better but not the best idea...”
“You could think about something and let me know if you decide for one.” Her son nods as he turns to pick up his phone before he makes his way to their room.
“Do I get to pick one too?”, the younger girl asks as steps in front of her mother.
“No, because you are my lovely one. No changes for you, young girl.”, Y/N says with a wink as her daughter rolls her eyes.
“See, even if you ask nicely, you do not get what you want every time.”, her daughter explains to the toddler as she leans her face closer to his.
“I heard you, lovely.”, Y/N laughs as she walks into the kitchen. The younger daughter stops for a second before she turns to her mother.
“Mom, is it okay if I dress him up?”
“What’s the theme?”, she wonders as she watches the grin on her daughter’s face grow.
“I thought maybe a color theme.”
“Just do not dress him to warm, okay?”
“Okay.”, her daughter answers energetic.
“No running when you hold your brother!”, Y/N scolds as she watches her disappear into their room. Once she sees the ingredients in the fridge, she already knows what she will be cooking for dinner. One ingredient after the one ends up on the kitchen counter. As she prepares the knives and plates, she notices her oldest child in the corner of her eye. For a moment, she puts the vegetable that she had just taken into her hand, back onto the kitchen counter as she watches her daughter. The way her oldest is watching a video on her phone, makes her look lifeless as her face does not change, not even a little while she stares at the screen. Y/N clears her throat to get her daughter’s attention. Her try has been successful because her daughter turns to her as soon as she makes the sound. "Princess, do you want to play with your siblings or do you want to help me in the kitchen?”, Y/N wonders as she studies her child.
“I somehow do not want to do anything. I just want to sit here and do nothing.”, she answers with a depressed voice. The way her voice sounded, turns the alert go on in Y/N’s mind.
“That’s alright. But I only let you do that if you tell me why you are having your sad face on? Did something happen?” Worried about her daughter, she walks to her daughter to sit down next to her to make her feel that she is there for her, no matter what the problem might be. “What happened?”
“Dad texted me and I do not know if I should answer even though I do not want to.”, her daughter explains as she looks into her mother’s eyes.
“If you do not want to answer him, do not answer him. If you want to answer him, do it. It is up to you.”
“Will you tell him that I do not want to answer him?”
“If you want me to, I can tell him.”
“Could you tell him when he asks why I did not answer?”
“I will tell him when he is asking about your missing answer.”
“Thanks, mom.” The short two words sound as there would be more than she wants to say. Curiously, Y/N keeps sitting next to her until she cannot take it anymore, but to ask one more time if there is anything else that she did not say.
“Is there something else that is bothering you?”
“How mad will dad be if you tell him that I do not want to answer him?”
“Why would dad be mad if you do not want to talk with him? He might be hurt but he will not be mad.”
“He is already mad at me for acting the way I did whenever I met him.”, she answers as she pulls her knees to her chest. “I acted like a brat but he keeps pretending like nothing has ever happened. Is it wrong for me to behave like that just because of how he treated us? Is it alright that he behaves like nothing ever happened? Why is he like that?”
“You know, I do not understand his behavior either right now. But he is trying in his own kind of way to handle the situation.”
“Ignoring the situation, we are in, is not really how to deal with it.”, her daughter says angrily.
“I think, ignoring the situation is his way to move on. What I am trying to say is that, he is not truly ignoring the situation, he is just trying to use a reset button that does not exist. Does it make sense to you?”
“It kind of does make sense.”, her daughter sighs. “I just feel bad for not answering a text.”
“You always have been like that. That is one of the reasons why I am texting you first all the time.”
“You are using my need to answer quickly, for your own use?”
“Hey, a mother is allowed to do that to check on her kids.”, Y/N jokes as a laugh escapes their lips. “What did he text you? Is it an unfriendly text?”
“No, he only wrote that he was wondering if we are doing alright and that he misses us.”
“That is nice, isn’t it? I told you, he did not forget about you.”
“Why would he send me a text like that? He did not even contact me on my birthday and now he asks how I am doing? I still heard no happy birthday nor a happy delayed birthday...”
“Your dad is trying to be a better father to you and your siblings. I guess, he is trying to do it now. I am sorry he still did not congratulate you.”
“What if he uses me to make you forgive him?” Her daughter’s words make Y/N speechless for a moment as she thinks about her question. Tae showed a different side of him that she never expected to see of him but that he would manipulate his kids to get to her? That would be something that she could not imagine him to do. But that he would cheat on her, is something she would have not expected to happen either. Y/N leans a bit more forward towards her daughter to listen even closer to her concerns. “What if he is just being sneaky to get to you through us?”
“Your dad might act like a...”, Y/N stops herself from talking as she clears her throat. “But he told me that he is trying to change. He said that he feels regret and he wants to be a good father again.”
“Will you forgive him? Will we move back in with him? I do not want to do that...”
“Whatever happens between me and your dad, is a decision between me and him. It has nothing to do with you or your siblings. But no, I talked with your uncle and he said we can stay until we will find something on our own.” The girl nods her head in understanding. With a quick movement, she pulls her knees even closer to her chest and rests her face on them as she looks at her mother’s face again.
“I do not want to see you with dad again. I do not even want to be in the same room as him...”
“I think you made your point clear, sweetheart.”, Y/N tells her as places her hand on her daughter’s shoulder.
“Dad is such an awful person... No matter how many times I keep thinking about it all. I keep wondering one question. Why did he leave us for someone else? I mean, grandfather always told me that he was never happier as when he got married to you. He told grandfather that he is so proud to be a father and he could never imagine to be without us. But then he drops this bomb on us? Why did he not care about us for months? Why was somebody else suddenly so important to him?” The more Y/N keeps listening, the more she feels how the tears are trying to make the escapes from her eyes as she sees her daughter struggle to make up her mind about the situation.
“You really thought a lot about it... Listen, even if I wanted to, I am not able to answer your question.”
“If you cannot answer my question, who could? I already asked grandfather and grandmother but they always tell me that I will figure out the answer one day. When is this one day going to come? I just want to understand it all.”
“There is only one way. I know you will hate the idea as soon as you hear it, but I have to ask you a question in return before I tell you who could.” Nervous about her daughter’s reaction, Y/N licks her lips as she leans even closer to her daughter. “Have you forgiven your father? Are you able to? Not like forgiving him, but have you forgiven him enough to speak to him? Is your heart big enough to find a space to communicate with him, on a normal level to make your mind rest?”
“No, I do not think I can. I do not feel alright to forgive him but it does not feel right to pretend he does not exist... Are you able to forgive him, mom?”
“Sweetheart, you dad hurt me badly and that will take time to heal.”, she answers as places her hands on her own lap. “To be completely honest with you, I do not want to forgive him either. Not even if I could. But no matter how I feel, he is still your dad. Your relationship to him is not defined by how he treats me. It might change the way you see him but do not weigh your decision on what I tell you.”
“Did he ever text you about us? Is he asking if we are doing alright? Is he even trying?”
“Lately, he texts at least once a day. He always sends one question, if you kids are alright.”
“He is asking about me too?”
“Yes. Since he broke up with, well you know, this woman.” As soon as she starts to speak about his break up, her daughters eyes start to change.
“Mom, the word you are looking for is bitch.”, her daughter tells her confidently.
“Do not use that word! I told you no matter who it is, do never use a word like that.”
“Dad called her that name before. I think it is okay for us to use it.”
“He said what word in front of you?”, Y/N asks shocked.
“He said it to her when she was supposed to look after my siblings because dad wanted to talk with me alone. Turned out that she did not look after them whilst she was on the phone with a male friend of hers. Dad did not believe her that it was just a friend and yelled at her that my little brother might could have choked on his food if she does not supervise him whilst giving him food.”
“Did he say that in front of you? You seem to have heard every word...”
“No, he did not. He took her by the arm and pulled her into another room. I only followed them.”
“You should not listen to adults when they have a conversation! Did I not tell you that a million of times by now?”
“You did, but-”, annoyed that her daughter seems not to listen she interrupts her.
“No buts. You will try to change this bad behavior of yours.”
“I am sorry, mom.”, her daughter says apologetic.
“It is alright, this time. It is only alright this time because you will change that, right?”
“Right.”
“Good. Where were we...?”
“You wanted to say something about this bitch.” Y/N sighs deeply as she closes her eyes to take a deep breath.
“Just because your father called her dad, we will call her that too but only this time, got me?”
“Got it.”
“Alright. What I wanted to say is that, since he broke up with this ‘bitch’, he wants to be closer to you and your siblings. He misses his kids and I know it is hard to believe but he said it in a painful voice. I think, he truly misses you and your siblings a lot.”
“If he misses us so much, why did he leave in the first place? He had no reason to find someone else!”
“I cannot answer you that question because I wanted to ask my father the same question when he left me and my mom. When he left me and my mom, I was lost. I had nobody but my mom around me.”
“You told me about grandpa leaving you when you were little.”
“Listen, she had to take care of me by her own, we barely had money as we do now and she worked every possible minute to earn enough money. We had days, on which we skipped eating and days on which our bodies felt like ripping apart in pain because of hunger. It took only a few months until your grandmother could not continue anymore. I only saw her on the weekends and then she was mostly asleep. You get what I am trying to tell you?”
“No, but you will not do that. Right, mom?”
“No, I will not. You four are too precious to me. Plus, we have help.”
“How old were you when it all happened?”
“I was almost your age. I was around thirteen years old.”
“But what happened until you were an adult? You told me something before, but that would be four years after your dad left...”
“I will explain it slowly for you. As I said, your grandmother could not handle it. A year after my dad left, somebody gave her something illegal for the little money we had and she started to change soon after, and I do not mean that in a good way. I did not see her for weeks sometimes and each day I cursed at my father in my mind for doing this to my mother. I hated him so much. I had to start to work a part time job to get something to eat and I thankfully had an aunt who I could convince to pick me up and to let me stay with her. As you remember, she died on cancer a year before I met your dad...”, Y/N says as memories keep coming back to her mind. “Anyway.”, Y/N sighs. “Grandma, did not notice that I left. If auntie would have not found her that day, we would have never known what had happened to her.”
“I know, she died when you were seventeen.”
“Yes, that was not easy for me either. Look, all those years of her drinking, having another male stranger in the house every time when she was home scared the hell out of me. But I had no one else for the first years until I convinced my aunt to pick me up. But you do. You have your siblings as well as uncles and aunts and friends who were helping us so much within the last few weeks and months. I am telling you about my childhood to make you understand that we all cannot tell you how to handle this situation because we are not you. You must listen to your heart and figure out if you want to talk it out with your dad or not. No matter how you decide, figure out why you want to do it or why you do not want to. If it feels right, do it or not.”
“Does it not hurt you if we forgive him?”
“You are his children as you are mine. If you guys are happy, I am happy. I do not want any of you to be sad or to feel as the other parent is not there for you, because that is not true. I told you once before, I am the lighthouse and you are the ships. Wherever you are, I will shine so bright that you will find your way back home.”
“Thank you, mom!”, her daughter says as she hugs her mother.
“You’re welcome sweetheart. Do you feel better now?”
“I do but I still do not know what to do...”
“Well, he still wants to go with you to the amusement park but he cannot go as planned. Your dad told me that he still wants to go with you though.”
“I do not have to see him, right?”, the little girl asks insecure. “Do I have to be with him?”
“Sweetheart, I do not want to push you to do so but do you want to stay home alone without your siblings whilst they are at the park?”
“I do not feel pressured if that is what you are trying to figure out, mom. It is just, I want to be close to dad, I want a dad in my life. But it hurts to know what we meant for him the last few months.”
“I know sweetheart. I know it sucks so bad. You have no clue how much I would like to take this pain from you.”
“I see that you are trying but still I wished I had a dad to rely on.”, she confesses as she starts to play with one of the pillows on the couch.
“I know you are a daddy girl. You always have been.”
“Will you ever trust a man again? I mean, will I ever have a dad again?”
“I know what you want to hear, but I am not ready and legally I am still married to your father... One day, I maybe find someone again, okay? My heart needs to heal before I let anyone else in.”
“I understand.”
“You sound more sad than relieved...”
“It is just, I want a father in my life who cares that I exist and who cares about me like uncle Jungkook does. He is always there and helping us just like a father used to... Dad does not care about me since the other siblings were born, I had less and less time with dad and after what happened, I thought maybe what happened between him and you is happening because of me.”, her daughter explains quickly as she lets her pain off her chest. “Everything has somehow something to do with me.”
“What do you mean, sweetheart?”
“Before he left, I sometimes told him that I would be better off without a father and that I would not need him as he has no time for me.”
“That has absolutely nothing to do with what happened.”, Y/N assures.
“Are you sure? Because he does not even remember my birthday nor that I exist except he feels bad for not talking to us.”
“I am sure it has nothing to do with you. I know what your birthdays mean to you.”
“Dad does not.”
“Maybe he is too scared to bring it up now.”
“Why would he be scared to bring it up? All I wanted was at least a ‘birthday’.”
“We celebrated your birthday.”
“Yeah, you, the siblings, one friend of mine and uncle Jin’s wife. Nobody else came.”
“I am sorry sweetheart.”
“I just want to know why...”
“Your uncles had meetings without a stop and they took almost all day. You remember when your friend explained that uncle Jin only came home around midnight or even later?”
“Dad made a mess everywhere and then he was nowhere to be found... I want to know why.”
“But there is only one way to get your answers.”
“How?”
“You will need to talk it off your heart to your dad.” Just as Y/n expected, her daughter looks disappointed at her.
“There is no way around it, is it?”
“I do not think that you want to be like me. Being an adult and wondering what your father’s answers might have been if you had the chance to talk with him. I was not brave enough to ask him, why he left, but I bet you are.”
“The conversation will be weird.”
“Weird? Maybe strange but not weird. Look, give it a try and if you cannot do it and you want to try another time, I bet your dad would understand that you are not ready.”
“What if he yells at me again?”
“If he yells at you, you walk away and tell him that it was his last chance. Either he listens and talks with you with respect or your relationship is done.”
“Is that what you would have told grandfather?”
“Yes. I planned to say it every day. Every day I stopped near his house. He looked weak and broken but I still was afraid of him. Every time I looked at him, I remembered all the punches and hits I had to take when I was a kid and the fear came right back up. I let the fear stop me for a long time. On that one day, I finally was brave enough and I got out the car and ringed his door bell. Unfortunately, he did not open. So, I decided to wait. One of his neighbors informed me after a while that he had passed away a night before. I went to his funeral and nobody except of a few neighbors were there. Every single one of them told me, that he died with regret. His regret to not knowing, who I became. They said that he regretted to not know where I am at nor if I finished the school. I guess, you understand what I am trying to tell you. Do you?”
“You think I will regret not figuring out too?”
“I think the question ‘why’ will follow me until my last breath. If the same goes for you, I cannot tell but I hope it won’t.”
“I did not know that you are still wondering about the reason... I expected the curiosity ends after a while. Thank you for telling me about grandpa and grandma.”
“I never wanted to tell you the story about your grandparents because you should not be thinking about what I went through and see them in a bad way, but I had to. I had to show you somehow that what you are going through right now, is similar to what I went through. If it would have not been similar, I would have not told you about my past.” As the silence breaks in, the girl starts to nod her head. In the moment, when her daughter tries to speak again, they hear the front door unlock. Curious both turn towards the door before the girl turns back to her mother. “Uh, Jungkook is back.” Her daughter’s eyes move towards the kitchen slowly. “I hope he like the dish I had planned for tonight.” Confused, the girl looks back at her mother with big eyes.
“Uhm, mom. Which dish? We did not finish cooking.” Y/N’s eyes widen as she notices that the whole time, she did not prepare anything. All the food is still on the kitchen counter, just as she had placed them before.
“You are right, we did nothing then to put out the ingredients.”, Y/N laughs as she puts her arm around her daughter’s shoulders to hug her. “I will cook something quickly. Do not worry.” Just as she was about to get up, she sees Jungkook leaning into the room with a smile.
“Hello to you two.”, Jungkook says joyfully as he undresses his shoes. “I heard some talking and wondered if I noticed the correct voices.”, he explains as he walks up to them.
“Hello.”, both answer in unison. The unison talking felt awkward to Jungkook immediately as he keeps looking between both of them.
“Okay. Why are you talking in unison?” The nervousness as well as the worries are clear to hear in his voice.
“For no reason.”, Y/N explains with a smile.
“Why do you look so apologetic, princess?”, Jungkook asks as he looks a bit closer at the girl’s face. “Do not tell me you broke something in my studio. I said every room is okay to play in, just not in the studio.”
“I did not break anything. I swear we did nothing bad.”
“’We?’ Something is off with you... I can see that your face is paler as usual, your eyes always look pass me. Did one of the other kids break something? Your face is worrying me.” The girl looks at him as she would have seen a ghost. “Are you trying to hide something?”
“Oh, stop it!”, Y/N says as she steps next to him with an amused smile. She cannot tell why, but the more confused he looks, the more amusing it is to her. “Nobody broke something, damaged something nor anything like that. Trust me, your apartment is still the same as it was before.”
“I will accept that as an answer...”, he comments as he sees them smile. He cannot help it, but to smile along with them as he turns towards the kitchen. His eyes immediately registered the ingredients. The more ingredients he sees, the higher is index finger rises. “Why are ingredients all over my kitchen counter? Is the little champ learning about vegetables?”
“No, it is not like you think. See, it is just that I forgot the ingredients on the kitchen counter as I was talking with my princess. I was just about to cook... I forgot about cooking but no worries! I will make something really quick. You must be starving by now after practice.”
“You wanted to cook but you forgot about it? Perfect!”, he says before he picks up the bags from the wardrobe. With a few quick steps, he brings a few plastic bags which look as they are filled with food. “I hope you are very hungry. I wanted to eat some western food tonight.”, he explains as he holds up the bags. “I hope that is alright for you all?”
“Awesome!”, her daughter cheers as she hugs him. “I will let the others know that dinner is ready.” Jungkook laughs as he watches her run.
“She will never be a fast runner, will she?”
“Well, she might not be a fast runner but she has a good heart.” Without saying anything else, she steps into the kitchen area. “Okay, time to put away the ingredients.”
“Oh wow. You wanted to cook with all that?”, Jungkook asks as he follows her into the kitchen. “I usually use maximum five ingredients when I cook.”
“Really? I always cook with at least three or more.”
“Impressive. Not like I never watched you cooking, but it still amazes me.”
“Thanks.” Touched by Jungkook’s sweet words, she tries to hurry up the cleaning process.
“What was the topic that made you forget about the food?”, Jungkook wonders as he helps her putting the ingredients away.
“She asked me about her dad and then we got lost in time. My beautiful sweetheart is struggling with her heart and mind.”
“Oh, is that why she acted so strangely?”
“No.”
“I did not mean to appear mean to her I hope she does not take it to personal... No? What do you mean ‘no’?”
“I mean yes, she is doing okay but no to her acting strange. I guess she was worried how you would react if you saw that much food on the kitchen counter.”
“She still does not trust me, huh?”
“She does, but there are just a few things in which she is super careful in.”
“But besides that, is she truly doing alright?”
“I think so. At least it appears to me as she is. She told me that she does not know if she shall talk things out with Tae or not.” Jungkook movements are slowing down as he thinks about her last sentence.
“What did you answer her?”, he asks carefully.
“I told her how I feel about never talking things out with my father. I guess she understands now, that I can sympathize with her.”
“You did not have it easier either...”
“You remembered what I once mentioned years ago?”
“Yeah. That is why we all called you the strong leader of the bangtan-wives.”, Jungkook explains as he starts to laugh.
“I did not know that you called me that.”, she responses as she cannot hold her laugh back either.
“We did. We stopped it though because Namjoon’s wife meant that is not alright to put you a title on you that you did not ask for.”
“I love this woman. She fits so well to Namjoon.” Jungkook smiles as he takes a few plates to prepare the table for dinner.
“But she can be scary though.”
“Scary? She is so not scary at all.”
“Uhm, she mentioned on several occasions, if he ever does anything as close as stupid as Tae did, she will make a sausage from his... from his penis.” Y/N bites her lips to not show a smile. “You do not have any sympathy for him, do you?”, Jungkook jokes.
“Sorry, but you guys are always afraid as we women would be so stupid to do that.”
“Well, it is a sensitive topic.”
“It might be, but we are not too stupid to do it ourselves. I mean, the blood and the screams...”
“How relaxed I feel to have you in my apartment.”, he adds sarcastic. “Uh, right. Before I forget again.” He puts his hand in his pocket to take a key out of his pocket. “I remembered that I forgot to give you one. It is Yoongi’s emergency key from this apartment. If there is any emergency, only Jimin and Jin have the other ones.”
“Thanks, Jungkook.”, she thanks as she takes the key.
“Did you plan to do something with the kids tomorrow?”
“They wanted to check out the bus station to know from where their bus to school will drive off from.”
“Uncle Jungkook!”, Y/N’s son says loudly as he hugs him.
“Hello! I hope you are all hungry.”, Jungkook says loudly as Y/N takes the toddler from her daughter. Whilst Jungkook is filling up the plates from the kids with food, he keeps an eye on Y/N. Once everyone had their food and the kids start to eat, Jungkook turns to Y/N. “Why do you not put him into the seat for now? You should eat too.”
“You are probably right.”, Y/N says as she places him in his seat. “Thankfully fruits are on his plate tonight.”
“Only fruits?”
“Yeah, lately he only wants fruits for dinner.”
“Here you are.”, Jungkook tells her as he hands her a carton. “A burger for you. I hope it is still warm.”
“Thanks.” The table was filled with laughter and joy as the kids made funny faces at each other. Even though everything seems more than alright, his thoughts change when he sees how Y/N’s hands shake.
“Are you okay?”, Jungkook asks quietly just so that the kids would not hear him. “Y/N?”
“Yeah, I am alright.”
“Your hands are shaking a lot.”
“I did not eat since breakfast, maybe that’s why.”
“You have to eat more.”, Jungkook comments as he takes some french fries to put it on her plate.
“That is too much! Jungkook, I cannot eat that much.”, she says as quiet as she can to keep the conversation between both of them.
“Yes, you can and you will.”, he comments as he crosses his arms in front of his empty plate as he keeps watching the table. It would be a lie to say that he is starting to relax when her hands start to shake less. It worries Jungkook if Y/N is even trying to take care of herself. “By the way, kids and Y/N. Yoongi was asking if the older three would want to have a sleep over at his house. The sleepover would be tomorrow. What do you say?”
“Mom, are we allowed to go?”, her son wonders.
“Do you want to go?”
“Yes!”
“Well, I guess we have to pack some sleepover bags.” Before anyone could say anything else, the kids jump up and run into their room.
“Well, at least their finished their food in comparison to others.”, Jungkook jokes as he looks at her plate.
“I will try to finish it.” Jungkook nods as he looks to the little boy.
“I will wash you in the meantime. Mommy can finish her food and afterwards she will bring you to bed, alright my champ?” Y/N watches the scene unfold in front of her eyes as she enjoys the giggle of her little son.
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The printer is still printing the document from Y/N’s phone as Jungkook puts the glasses of water on the coffee table. “I hope I am still not disturbing you while spreading my stuff all over the living room.” Jungkook laughs as he looks around.
“What do you mean? I see nothing.”, he jokes as he sits down. “If there is only one kid to check on, it is so much easier.”
“Is he awake? I did not hear him.”
“No, he is not. Champ is sleeping his well-deserved sleep.”
“I got it all printed and ready for your lawyer.”
“Perfect, let me see.” Carefully, Jungkook reads through the paper until he finds one point. “So, you decided to make him pay three-hundred bucks each month per child?”
“I calculated it off from my princess’ age. Until she is eighteen, it should be enough money for her to get her own car or her first small apartment. The others will have more by the time they turn eighteen but I think it is fair.”
“Why do you not mention that he should get them a car or an apartment by the right age?”
“Can I even request that?”
“I do not know but I will note it down.” He grabs the pen and starts writing.
“Uhm, Jungkook. Can I ask you something?”
“Shoot.”
“I do not know why but I feel like you feel uncomfortable of having us around.” Jungkook’s eyes immediately look up at her. “Maybe I am wrong. Sorry. Forget what I said.”
“Having you here does not make it uncomfortable for me. I love having you guys around here.”, he tells her without thinking twice.
“Okay. I was just asking because the vibe you are giving off is different than usual.”
“Really? Not at all though. I love having you around here.”, he tells her quickly.
“Did Tae contact you? I mean, did he say or ask anything suspiciously?”
“He asked me where you are staying but he did not want to tell me why he is asking me this question.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him that I do not know either.” Y/N nods. “Do you want me to tell him?”
“No. I do not want have any more drama in my life. I know for sure that he will go crazy if he knows about it.”
“I guess he will. Anyway, how do the paper sound to you? I mean in general except of the changes you printed out.”
“Very good. I searched him up, he only lost two cases within his fifteen years in his career. Very impressive.”
“Told you, I will get the best one for you.”
“He must be super expensive.”
“As long as the kids stay with you, it is worth it.”
“Thank you.”, she says as she hugs him. “You are amazing. I will try to pay back every single penny.”
“There is another way, on how you could pay me back.” Y/N moves her upper body away from Jungkook as she looks into his eyes. “It is kind of a job actually.”
“What kind of job?”
“I do not think low of you. Please, do not think that!”
“Jungkook. I will ask you one more time, but then I would like to have an answer. What kind of job is it?”
“All you have to do is take care of the apartment and when I move with you guys into a new apartment, to keep that one clean as well. I know, the job of a cleaner is not the highest ranked job but it is a way to stay busy-”, Jungkook tries to explain before she interrupts him.
“That’s it?”, she interrupts. “All I got to do is taking care of your home?”
“Well, you and the kids would have to move with me once I get the new apartment...”
“Oh. Okay. Is it far from here?”
“Not really. There is a bus stop like five minutes from the apartment I looked at earlier today, the bus drives to your kids' school. Which means you would have not to drive them daily.”
“I will have to talk with the kids, but what about the rent?”
“If you take care of the house chores and cooking at the weekend, it will be for free.”
“Why are you offering me this job?”
“I have my reasons plus you keep on repeating to pay me back and you do not seem to quit on it, I am offering you this ‘job’.”
“So, the kids and I are allowed to stay rent-free as long as I do my job?”
“Yes. Are you okay with it?”
“I am! Thank you, Jungkook.” She places her arms around him to hug him once again. “Is there another reason why?”
“No, I just trust you. You need a place to stay. Because I love to keep my loved ones around.” As soon as he finishes his sentence, he notices that her eyes have gotten bigger.
“Your loved ones?”
“The kids grew on me, you know?”, Jungkook explains as his face becomes red. “I love to have the kids around. Because living alone is getting at me... Do I need to continue?” The sweat in his palms become more each second as he hopes to not say anything wrong.
“Nope. Honestly, it feels good to not be the only adult in the house. It gives back a bit of sanity.”
“Has its positive sides too, huh?” Y/N nods in agreement. The longer it is silent, the more he wants to tell her about what he talked about with her daughter the last time in the kitchen whilst she was asleep. Even though he wants to tell her, he decides to bite his lips instead. “Do you also want a pizza?”
“Any pizza sounds good to me.”
“Alright. Let’s order something then.”, Jungkook announces as he grabs his phone. Excited about the pizza, he looks for the number in his phone.
“You have the number saved in your phone?”
“Who does not save their favorite deliverer in their phone?”
“You really are something special.”, she laughs as she leans backwards against the couch with her glass in her hand.
“Am I?”, he asks with a funny facial expression as he steps to the wardrobe to prepare the money whilst ordering the pizza. “Pizza is on its way!”, Jungkook announces loudly as soon as he finished his order.
“Yey!”, Y/N cheers as she puts the paper together.
“Hello?”, Jungkook says as he picks up his phone.
“Fast question: is Y/N still at your place?”, Jimin asks stressed.
“She still is. Why?”
“Tae got the news that Y/N has an official lawyer now.”
“Oh. Is he taking it badly?”
“Yeah, he is pretty much losing his mind right now. He is literally cursing you out for the last ten minutes… I have no idea how to calm him down. He is now with our manager in the other room.”
“Who else is there?”
“Me and Hoseok. Tae came in as we practiced and started to yell like crazy.”
“Who told him about it?”
“Well, your lawyer informed his lawyer that there will be another divorce paper as she is not happy with everything noted in the paper.”
“Uh, I forgot to tell him to wait until we have the final version.”
“You obviously forgot something!”
“Does he know you are calling me?”
“Not exactly... I told him I will call the other members and see if someone could come over.”
“I actually just ordered pizza.”
“So, I tell him that I could not reach you?”
“Tell him I just drove away from Yoongi and you could not reach me. Did you call Yoongi already? Yoongi is taking care of the older kids of Y/N.”
“I did not contact Yoongi yet. I will call him up next.”
“Thanks.”
“Jungkook, I hope you know that I am sorry for dragging you into this but I think it is going to be messier than we all expected.”
“I expected Tae to flip out.” Jimin sighs loudly whilst he hears Hoseok talk in the background.
“Is she doing alright? Everything okay at your place”
“Yes, she just prepared the notes for the divorce paper.”
“You are sure you are doing this as just a friend? Did you have a chance to talk with her?”
“What do you mean?”
“I am talking about your feelings and about her daughter who spoke with Jin’s daughter, who wants you to replace Tae’s spot as a father. If that was still not clear enough, I am talking about Y/N’s daughter. Yoongi already talked with Jin because his child just told him the same thing as Y/N’s sweetheart told Jin’s daughter. You have to talk at least with the young girl that she cannot walk around and say that. If Tae hears that... Oh man that is going to be a mess.”
“You know about it too?”
„We all do. Except of Tae... Will you join in later with us or not?” The sound of the doorbell makes Jungkook turn towards the door. “Hello?”
“Sorry, the pizza deliverer just distracted me.”, Jungkook tells him as he opens the door for the deliverer man. He shows the deliverer his flat hand as he grabs his wallet whilst trying to not drop his phone. “I will text you but not within the next thirty minutes if I should not text you later on, see me as not coming.”
“Got it. Bye!”
“Bye!”, Jungkook says as he closes the door behind the delivery man. With the pizza in his hand, he walks back into the living room. “Look what has just arrived!”, he announces as he places the food in front of her.
“It smells delicious!” Y/N removes the wet cloth quickly with which she just cleaned the table. “Thank you, Jungkook.”, she says as she takes a piece. “Do you have a napkin?”
“Sorry. Yeah, of course.” He rushes into the kitchen to get the last two napkins from the kitchen. “I have to buy napkins again... I always forgot to buy those.”
“Thank you. Who were you on the phone with?”
“Why are you asking?”
“I heard ‘Tae’. Did he call you?”
“No, Jimin did. He informed me that my lawyer contacted his.”
“Oh.”
“Jimin said that he is taking it not so well.” While all kind of thoughts cross her mind, she starts to slow down her eating speed. “Are you okay?”
“Huh? Yes. Just a lot of thoughts crossing my mind.”
“Understandably. You are safe here.”, Jungkook assures as he keeps an eye on her.
“Will he figure out that I am staying here? I do not want any extra drama for the kids’ sake.”
“No one told him. How shall he know?”
“Does he never show up at your door?”
“Only sometimes, maybe every four to five months... He will not come here, I am sure.”
“Okay.”
“Jimin meant he and Hoseok are trying to call the members together to calm him down.”
“I guess you will have to leave?”
“I am not sure yet.”
“Are other members going to be there?”
“Jimin tries to call them up.”
“I hope he does not come here if you are the only one missing.”
“Do not worry. I will not let him in.”
“Your relationship changed just as much, huh?”
“I lost my respect for him and somehow, I do not know what to think about him.” she nods once again as she takes a big bite.
“I thought about your offer.”
“You do not have to answer it yet.”
“No, I think it would be a good idea. The kids love you and they like to stay in your apartment. We will work on that ‘dada’-thing though.” Jungkook takes a deep breath before he puts his pizza down.
“You are alright to clean for me?”
“If that is my job, I will do it.”
“Alright, there is just one thing I did not mention.”
“What is it?”
“No more talking about paying the money back to me, clear?”
“Yes, sir!”, Y/N says as she smiles at him. “This pizza is so good!” She would not be able to explain why, but she could tell that his eyes feel like home. There is something within them that makes her calm. That they smile like teenagers at each other, stays unnoticed by them until Jungkook suddenly looks away.
“This pizzeria is just down the street.” It does not even take a minute until his phone disturbs their conversation. His hand moves quickly to his phone to check who had texted him. “Jimin just texted me.”
“What did he text you?”
“I am the only one who would not come.”
“Well, then you should get going.”
“You are probably right...”, Jungkook says as he gets up. For whatever reason, he did not feel well of leaving her alone. What he does not know, she does not want him to leave either. Once again, they do not notice for how long they are staring in each other’s eyes. “I should hurry.”, Jungkook says slowly before he walks out of the living room.
“I see you later!”, Y/N says as she suddenly stands behind him. Startled, he nods. “I am sorry. I did not mean to startle you.”
“It is fine.” As he grabs his bag, he says his goodbye quickly as she waves him goodbye. “See you later!” Little did he know, that later could not be soon enough for her.
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Gas station encounter - Part IV
Part III
The next day I wait for him standing behind my window. When he pulls up outside I smile because he is too early. His black car is standing in the same spot than the day before, when he brought me home.
I see him getting out of the car and shooting a glance up to my flat, then onto his phone. He leans his back on his car and puts his hands in his pockets. He wears a black hat and a black coat with some brown Chelsea boots and dark pants.
When I close my door behind me I feel my phone vibrating and look at it. Harry sent me a text and I start going down. He smiles when I open the door and step outside.
“Hey there, how are you?” he asks and hugs me.
“Great, how are you? Ready to grab some coffee?” he nods and kisses my cheek.
“Sure, let´s go. I thought I would show you my favourite café. Believe me, they have the most amazing things” he promises and opens the car door for me.
The way to his café is not very long and when he finally found a parking spot a few streets away he looks at me.
“I apologize in advance. It is very likely that I am recognised and because you are an attractive woman it probably will be in the media tomorrow. Be prepared” he warns me and I shake my head.
“No worries, I can handle it I think” I assure him and he gets out of the car. I shut the door behind me and we walk next to each other in comfortable silence. He seems a bit tense but when nothing happens and no one tries to stop him, he relaxes a bit.
“So tell me, what happened to Anna? She told me yesterday, that she is feeling so much better and she might be able to go home? I thought she was on the edge of dying when I visited her the first time” he asks while he leads me towards the little café.
“There are moments when those miracles happen and I try to not question them too much. Her bloodwork is great, she doesn’t need more chemo and she feels better. Her vitals are really great. This might be a miracle but to be honest, we should appreciate it as long as it is possible” I explain and walk through the open door into the café. We find a table in the corner and he pulls my chair, so I can sit.
“So you think she might get sick again?”
“It is possible. At this point, no one can say yes or no. I will do my best to let her go in a few days and give her some time at home with her friends and family. But I try to not let it get too close to me” I reply and he nods while he hands me the menu.
“I hope the best for her. Maybe you can keep me updated” he asks me and I agree to nod. I decide to get a normal coffee and a blueberry scone.
When our order arrives we dig into the food and I immediately know why it is his favourite café. The food is excellent and even the coffee seems to be better than other coffees.
“This is really good,” I say and he smiles at me. He got a cinnamon roll and seems to enjoy it as well.
“I´m glad you like it. Their cinnamon roll is the best I ever ate” he declares and I giggle.
“That’s a huge compliment from someone who has probably eaten in the whole world”
“You want to taste it? Then you will see that it is the best” he holds his fork with a piece of that roll into my direction and I nod, eating from Harry Styles´ fork and I close my eyes in awe. This is the best cinnamon roll I ever ate.
I nod and he smiles delighted that I agree.
“It´s great. Wow. Thanks for showing me this place, I´m sure I will come back some time” I assure him and he takes a sip from his coffee.
“I don’t share those special places with anybody but I think you deserve the best. I appreciate the work you are doing so much, I am so impressed how you handle all this and I can´t believe anyone takes this for granted. You and your team should get an award, you are the real heroes” he says and I try not to choke on my scone. I am very much touched by his words and I honestly don’t know where to look.
“Thank you, I think it is normal to us because we love what we do. We don’t need an award…a simple thank you and some smiles on those kids faces, that’s why I do this” I reply and take my cup in my hands.
“But you sacrifice so much, please don’t get me wrong…but someone who tries to make others happy should be happy themself. What would make you happy? Maybe I can give something back” he asks and I shake my head.
“No, no it´s fine. I am happy, I really am” he looks at me and licks his lips, to get all the cinnamon and sugar.
“I have some time off, so if you would like…I could come and play and sing with the kids. It would be a pleasure and I absolutely don’t mind it” he proposes and I truly don’t know what to say. It’s a very kind offer from a very busy man like him.
“If you want to, sure. I am happy when the kids are happy” I agree and he bites his lip, what I find very sexy.
“Great, I will contact you if you don’t mind”
“I don’t. Soooo…it´s already 3 pm and we still need to get my car. How long do you want to spend time with me?” I ask him and look at my phone.
“If you want to leave, we can go immediately…shit I think I got spotted” he whispers and I am clever enough to not turn around as he tries to hide behind me.
“Are you Harry Styles? You are, right? Do you mind, if we take a picture with you?” a young girl asks next to our table and eyes me sceptical. Harry smiles friendly and gets up to chat with them and take a picture. After they left he pays for our order and is eager to leave the place. Maybe he knows that when he was spotted once, there will be more fans in no time. I hurry after him and as we are a few streets away he gets a bit slower.
“Sorry for leaving so abruptly but I know how fast they are. By now we would have been swarmed and I don’t want that right now…we can get your car or take a walk in the park if you like” he suggests and I nod. Sounds great.
“A walk seems to be nice, we have a lot of time left, so no hurry with getting my car” we walk next to each other, chatting about anything that comes to mind. He tells me about his family and friends back in Manchester and I listen very interested. His mom sounds lovely from his stories and at this point, I am just happy that I met him at the gas station.
“It is lovely spending time with you, Y/N,” he says and smiles at me.
“Likewise, I never thought I would spend time with you after our first meeting. But I´m glad we do, you are easy to be around and I kind of like you” I confess and giggle a bit.
“I appreciate it very much, that you are accepting me in your life and I have the feeling you don’t mind me having in it? Or am I completely wrong and this is just your average kind of being nice?” he asks a bit concerned and unsure.
“I don’t mind having you in my life, not at all. And no, you are not wrong” I can see his happy smile and follow him at his side across the park.
A few weeks later during my shift, I can see Harry sitting amidst a lot of kids with his guitar and singing with them. They love having him around and he loves entertaining them. Anna was able to go home and I promised to come visit her soon. The last days have been really exhausting, we have a few very critical patients and I had to tell their parents that it´s only a matter of weeks.
Harry comes here as often as he can and I am very thankful that he spends his rare time with all of my children. We usually don’t spend much time together but when I have the opportunity I stop and listen to him telling stories or singing to them. When he notices me, he smiles at me and I return it gladly. I know that he won´t come here forever, he has a job and soon he will be gone because of promotion and recordings and tour. But he never mentioned it, when he walks me to my car after my shift.
A soft knock on my door jerks me out of my thoughts and I look up, seeing Harry in the doorway.
“Hey, can I come in or is it bad timing?” he asks politely but I don’t mind it at all.
“No, it´s fine. Come in, you alright?” I reply and watch him, as he sits down in front of my desk.
“Yes, I love being here seeing the kids smile but I noticed something…” he says concerned and I sit up straight.
“What? Is something wrong with one of the kids?” I start to panic, that I haven’t noticed. I get up and walk around the desk to get to the door, but Harry holds me back by grabbing my wrist.
“They are alright but are you too? You hardly smile and you look tired and exhausted, can I do something for you?” he asks and I meet his soft green eyes. I relax a little and lean against my desk his hand still wrapped around my wrist.
“I´m alright. Just a bit tired but nothing I haven’t handled before plus I have a free weekend ahead of me. The first one in three months” I answer and see him smiling.
“Free weekend, huh? How about…I try and make it the most relaxed weekend in your life? I just want you to feel good and we haven’t spent much time in the last weeks” he requests and I raise an eyebrow at him.
“And what are you picturing?”
“Hmm maybe me cooking some dinner for you, watching a movie, getting a massage and not worrying about anything. How does that sound?” his eyes are shimmering with hope and I chuckle. It sounds great but what if it gets really awkward? I have never been to his house or the other way round. We usually just hang out in a café or here, this is kind of a next step.
“I´d love to do that but…I don’t want it to be awkward honestly” I say and he entwines our fingers.
“It won´t, I promise” his voice is low and deep and touches me like velvet.
“Okay” I agree and he squeezes my hand lightly.
“Great, I´ll pick you up after your shift?” he sounds really excited and I grin at him while I nod in agreement.
Part V
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@taeguboi’s fiction masterlist [updated w/ summaries]
If you happen to like anything I have written, a coffee on kofi would be very much appreciated, thank you 😊
GENRES: ❤️ = fluff // 🔥 = angst // 💋 = smut // 🤹♀️ = polygamy / 3+ people involved // ❓ = sort of none of the above? or I can’t figure it out or it’s a series with a bit of everything to follow
✍️ = to be continued, incomplete series // ✔️ = complete series
💭 = “Would You Rather...?” responses from when I did an ask box drabbles game
🔀 = Shuffle Game responses from when I did an ask box drabbles game
RM x Reader
~ Fluff ❤️ boyfriend!RM ✧ 350 words ✧ quick untitled imagine ✧
‘Come rain or shine, you can always rely on Namjoon’
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~ A Care Package To You ❤️ boyfriend!RM ✧ 800 words ✧ lockdown imagine
What would Namjoon send you in your time apart in lockdown?
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~ All Worked Up 💋 boyfriend!RM ✧ 800 words ✧ 💭 04
A delayed raunchy picture of you finally sends to Namjoon’s phone on his bus home and your work isn’t too far away from his route...
~ Still Worked Up 💋 boyfriend!RM ✧ 1.3k words ✧ [part 2] ✔️
...and this is what happens when he catches you on your lunch break
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~ On Hold, Hold On 🔥 boyfriend!RM ✧ 2k words ✧ lockdown imagine ✧ 🔀 ‘EIGHT’ by IU and Suga ✧
A talk with Namjoon helps lift your mood when you start to feel a little lost in life
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RM x Member
~ Namjoon’s Crush ❤️ RM x Jimin ✧ 500 words ✧
‘What happens when Namjoon needs a place to stay because his keys have vanished into thin air and Jimin is the only one who can offer him a bed for the night to recover?’
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~ Alone, Together 💋 RM x Jimin ✧ 5.6k words ✧ student!au
‘It’s quite rare for Namjoon and Jimin to spend time without the other lads. For one of them, there is no apparent reason for this other than pure coincidence, whereas for the other, there is definitely a reason why he can’t be left alone with the man that somehow makes him weak at the knees.’
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~ Blanket Kick 💋🔥 RM x V ✧ 6.2k words total ✧ ...as idols ✧ bs&t era
parts: 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 ✍️? [See part 4 for the main smut, about 2.5k words]
Namjoon is confused and it doesn’t exactly help when his truth or dare forfeit is for Taehyung to sit on his lap. In a nutshell, Taehyung turns Namjoon into a hot mess.
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~ Intern 🔥❤️ RM x J-Hope // RM x Jungkook ✧ 20.2k words total ✧ about 3k words per part ✧ journalist!au / reporter!au ✧
parts: 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / ✍️?
Based on the K-Drama ‘She Was Pretty’ because I got major second lead syndrome. In which Namjoon has snagged an internship and his estranged childhood friend Hoseok is his boss. Also if you liked Namjoon’s purple hair, so does his new colleague, Jungkook.
Warnings: Flashbacks of bullying, shaming of homosexuality. Implied anxiety.
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Poly!RM
~ Us... and Them 💋🤹♀️ RM x y/n x Jin x Suga x V ✧ 14k words ✧
You and Taehyung get more than you bargained for when you pick up in the club when you pull not one, not two, but three other men.
Jin x Reader
~ THE 🧡🔥 ✧ chef!Jin / waiter!Jin ✧ 14.3k words total ✧ restaurant!au ✧
[One of my earlier works so please expect much less than greatness, though you can probably tell from the titles]
parts: 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / ✔️
‘You peer into a shop full of things you can’t afford and that reminds you that at some point, you really need to get a job… Then into a restaurant that seems absolutely charming [...] You make eye contact with one of the workers. He is probably not that much older than yourself, quite a good looking face, actually, and a smile that enhances his looks.
‘‘Oh my god, he’s smiling at me! He’s going to think I’m some weirdo that watches people! Crap! Keep walking y/n!’’
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~ Mrs Kim 🧡 2k words ✧
parts: 01 / 02 / ✍️
I... don’t know how to summarise this one rip. Maybe I can do a better job if I get to writing the other parts. To be honest, I’m sorry guys, I need to make some better quality Jin content.
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~ A Care Package To You 🧡 boyfriend!Jin ✧ 650 words ✧ lockdown imagine ✧
What would Seokjin send you in your time apart in lockdown?
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~ A Crush On You: Truth or Dare 🧡 2.1k words ✧ sleepover imagine ✧
In which Jungkook dares Seokjin to kiss his crush, you, at a sleepover.
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Jin x Member
~ Long distance scenario 🧡 Jin x Jimin ✧ 800 words ✧ quick untitled imagine ✧
In which Jimin is missing his boyfriend Seokjin
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~ Tease 🧡💋 Jin x V ✧ 4.2k words so far ✧
parts: 01 / ✍️
Taehyung has been visiting the local entertainment store daily without fail for the past two weeks for one reason only; the store’s handsome new employee, Seokjin. In these two weeks, Taehyung has bought a series of mostly useless things he doesn’t need, though he doesn’t mind one bit. It’s worth it so long as he can conjure up a conversation with the cutie behind the till.
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~ First Time 💋 Jin x Jungkook ✧ 2k words ✧ ...as idols ✧
In which Jungkook confides in his hyung that he’s never had sex. Seokjin is more than happy to accommodate.
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Poly!Jin
~ Us... and Them 💋🤹♀️ Jin x y/n x Suga x RM x V ✧ 14k words ✧
You and Taehyung get more than you bargained for when you pick up in the club when you pull not one, not two, but three other men.
Suga x Reader
~ Sweet Like Sugar 🔥💛 4k words ✧ school!au ✧
It’s that time of year again! Following the auditions in preparation for this year’s panto, the roles are announced! It seems the girls who are swooning over Taehyung aren’t the only ones who are jealous that you get a kissing scene with him...
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~ “It’s Been A While” 🔥 1.7k words ✧
It sucks. Being the best friend of the guy you’re in love with and that you aren’t the girl who rests on his shoulder, sat on the other side of him. People have qualifications in being a surgeon, a model, a lawyer… You, on the other hand seem to be over-qualified in third-wheeling. You’ve had enough.
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~ “Sea” 🔥💛 2k words ✧ idol!au ✧
The struggles of debuting as a foreigner are hitting hard for you. Yoongi is pretty impressed by your voice though.
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~ Rocker Yoongi ❓ 800 words ✧ rocker!Suga ✧ untitled imagine request for Yoongi x Melinda ✧
Yoongi actually quite likes it when the barmaid he’s trying to flirt with doesn’t take any of his shit
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~ New Jumper 💛 boyfriend!Suga ✧ 550 words ✧
A little mistake with the laundry results in a cute new look for your boyfriend
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~ “Zzz” 💛 bestfriend!Suga ✧ 600 words ✧ 💭 01 ✧
It’s only the first film in to your little marathon and already Yoongi struggles to pay attention
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~ Locked Down in Tension 🔥 housemate!Suga ✧ 2.1k words ✧ 💭 02 ✧ lockdown imagine ✧
There’s just something about your housemate Yoongi that distracts you from doing anything productive. Tensions rise when he gets a little touchy-feely whilst watching a film together...
~ Locked Down in Tension [continued] 💋 housemate!Suga ✧ 5k + 4.8k words ✧ lockdown imagine ✧
parts: 02 / 03 ✍️
...and things escalate from that point onwards. Basically, you fuck each other.
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~ “Say You Love Me” 🔥💋 exboyfriend!Suga ✧ 2.5k words ✧ 💭 06 ✧
“An aura of suspense filled the room as you were alone with your ex boyfriend for the first time since you two had broken up [..] But now he is standing here in front of you, it feels just like yesterday. Any hint of progress you made in moving on, vanished. Any rational thoughts about what went wrong, faded. Any moments you were convinced you don’t need him, forgotten about.”
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~ A Crush On You: Truth or Dare 💛 2.1k words ✧ sleepover imagine ✧
In which Yoongi struggles to admit his crush on you.
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Suga x Member
~ Attention 💋 Suga x V ✧ 4.6k words ✧ dom!Suga ✧
Taehyung just really wants to get Yoongi’s attention. He definitely succeeds.
Warnings / Themes: Choking and daddy kinks [but neither are too prominent]
~ Switch 💋 Suga x V ✧ 6k words ✧ [part 2] ✔️
Taehyung can’t stop thinking about that time with Yoongi at the hotel just over a week ago. Even just the sound of his hyung’s voice when they bump into each other at the local convenience store is a turn on.
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~ Sloshed ❓ Suga x Jungkook ✧ 700 words
In which Yoongi and Jungkook get drunk together at a festival.
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Poly!Suga
~ Us... and Them 💋🤹♀️ Suga x y/n x Jin x RM x V ✧ 14k words ✧
You and Taehyung get more than you bargained for when you pick up in the club when you pull not one, not two, but three other men.
J-Hope x Reader
~ “Godammit Hoseok!” 💚/❓ bestfriend!J-Hope ✧ 1k words ✧
Your friend Hoseok is being a little menace as you’re trying to get ready.
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~ The Closet 💋 2.1k + 2.5k words ✧ college!au ✧
parts: 01 / 02 ✔️
You and your college friends with whom who you’re collaborating on a track speculate what’s behind that mysterious door in the studio. Also, you’re experiencing major red-light syndrome and the nerves are real...
One day, when it’s just you and Hoseok in the studio, you discover it’s unlocked only to find it’s just an empty cupboard... which you guess has plenty of room when lust overcomes you.
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~ “Oops” 🔥 1k words ✧
You broke off your fling with Hoseok because you couldn’t do it anymore. You loved him too much to be satisfied in having anything less serious than that with him. Now, he can’t stop thinking about you.
~ “Best Of Me” 💚 fwb!Hoseok ✧ 2k words ✧ links to “Oops” but can be read as a separate fic ✧
Pretty much a flashback to a day at the beach with Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung in with you and Hoseok are insanely flirty.
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~ Secret college relationship �� 260 words ✧ untitled imagine request for JHope x Brianna ✧
Pretty much what it says on the tin. Painfully short, sorry.
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J-Hope x Member
~ Intern 🔥 J-Hope x RM ✧ 20.2k words total ✧ about 3k words per part ✧ journalist!au / reporter!au ✧
parts: 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / ✍️?
Based on the K-Drama ‘She Was Pretty’ because I got major second lead syndrome. In which Namjoon has snagged an internship and his estranged childhood friend Hoseok is his boss. Also if you liked Namjoon’s purple hair, so does his new colleague, Jungkook.
Warnings: Flashbacks of bullying, shaming of homosexuality, implied anxiety
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~ Rocker J-Hope ❓ J-Hope x V ✧ rocker!J-Hope ✧ 1k words ✧ untitled J-Hope x V imagine ✧
“That is a beautiful bloke” - Taehyung decides to go to the bar tonight. He likes who he sees there.
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Poly!J-Hope
~ “Roller Coaster” 💚🤹♀️ J-Hope x V x y/n ✧ 1.4k words ✧ 💭 05 ✧
You’re petrified of roller coasters. They just don’t seem safe. You’re forced to admit this when Taehyung is desperate to go on one.
Jimin x Reader
~ “It’s Been A While” 💙 1.7k words ✧
It sucks. Being the best friend of the guy you’re in love with and that you aren’t the girl who rests on his shoulder, sat on the other side of him. People have qualifications in being a surgeon, a model, a lawyer… You, on the other hand seem to be over-qualified in third-wheeling. You’ve had enough.
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~ Long Time Coming 🔥💙 fwb!Jimin ✧ 2.5k words ✧ college!au ✧
You thought you could be a no strings attached kind of deal with Jimin... until you’re crying in the club because there’s nobody else like him.
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~ A Care Package To You 💙 boyfriend!Jimin ✧ 700 words ✧ lockdown imagine ✧
What would Jimin send you in your time apart in lockdown?
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~ “Go Get ‘Em” 🔥💙 boyfriend!Jimin ✧ tall!reader ✧ 2.1k words ✧ ✧
You stopped wearing your favourite heels because you’re worried about what people say because you’re taller than your boyfriend Jimin. He loves you in those heels however, and is set on changing your point of view.
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~ High School Sweethearts 💙 boyfriend!Jimin ✧ 1k words ✧ 🔀 ‘OK’ by Strawberry Milk ✧
Various flashbacks with your high school sweetheart Jimin.
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Jimin x Member
~ Alone, Together 💋 Jimin x RM ✧ 5.6k words ✧ student!au
‘It’s quite rare for Namjoon and Jimin to spend time without the other lads. For one of them, there is no apparent reason for this other than pure coincidence, whereas for the other, there is definitely a reason why he can’t be left alone with the man that somehow makes him weak at the knees.’
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~ Namjoon’s Crush 💙 Jimin x RM ✧ 500 words ✧
‘What happens when Namjoon needs a place to stay because his keys have vanished into thin air and Jimin is the only one who can offer him a bed for the night to recover?’
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~ Long distance scenario 💙 Jimin x Jin ✧ 800 words ✧ quick untitled imagine ✧
In which Jimin is missing his boyfriend Seokjin
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Poly!Jimin
~ poly!Jikook ❓🤹♀️ Jimin x Jungkook x y/n ✧ 900 words ✧ untitled imagine ✧
Jimin and Jungkook celebrate 5 months together with a night out clubbing. When Jungkook bumps into you, an old friend, Jimin gets jealous, at first.
V x Reader
~ Cuppa Tae 💜 series of linked drabbles ✧ 750 + 1.3k + 1.1k words ✧
parts: 01 / 02 / 03
You barely know Taehyung but there’s something about him that makes your heart flutter.
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~ Nice To Meet You 💜 1k words ✧ ...as an idol ✧
At a BTS VIP meet and greet, one of the boys stands out to you more than the others. It also seems one fan stood out to V more than the rest, too.
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~ Party Time 💋 2k words ✧
You sit on Taehyung’s lap when there’s nowhere else to sit. He’s embarrassed at the ‘problem’ he develops and you notice
“How about we have some fun on our own…?”
~ Coffee 🔥 1.5k words ✧ ✔️
Taehyung can’t stop thinking about that drunken night with you. He doesn’t know that you’re feeling the same way.
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~ Saudade 🔥💋 2.4k words ✧ ...as an idol ✧
You miss each other so badly. The boys’ schedule will probably always get in the way.
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~ Boxing Day 💜 bestfriend!V ✧ 1.3k words ✧ untitled drabble ✧
You take your bikes out for a ride and Taehyung takes you to an unfamiliar, pretty place.
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~ Uneasy 🔥💜 housemate! V ✧ 6.4k words ✧ student!au ✧
You’ve had enough of an unfulfilling relationship that does nothing but drain you. It’s time to move on with your life.
Warnings / Themes: Insecurity and low self esteem, coming out of a bad relationship, bullying flashbacks
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~ “It’s Complicated” ✍️🔥 housemate!V ✧ 900 words ✧ student!au
You left your relationship with Taehyung to be with him. Your new boyfriend is your soulmate, right?
“For fuck’s sake…” you exasperatedly sigh. “How did we go from 'Would you like a cup of tea?’ to ripping each other’s clothes off?”
Warnings / Themes: Cheating on a partner.
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~ Camping with V 💜 boyfriend!V ✧ 550 words ✧ 💭 08 ✧ unititled drabble ✧
“Taehyung always found you adorable. Particularly right now as you tried to keep a hold of the novelty sized beer can in your hands as you sit around the campfire with friends.”
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V x Member
~ Blanket Kick 💋🔥 V x RM ✧ 6.2k words total ✧ ...as idols ✧ bs&t era
parts: 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 ✍️? [See part 4 for the main smut, about 2.5k words]
Namjoon is confused and it doesn’t exactly help when his truth or dare forfeit is for Taehyung to sit on his lap. In a nutshell, Taehyung turns Namjoon into a hot mess.
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~ Tease 💜💋 V x Jin ✧ 4.2k words so far ✧
parts: 01 / ✍️
Taehyung has been visiting the local entertainment store daily without fail for the past two weeks for one reason only; the store’s handsome new employee, Seokjin. In these two weeks, Taehyung has bought a series of mostly useless things he doesn’t need, though he doesn’t mind one bit. It’s worth it so long as he can conjure up a conversation with the cutie behind the till.
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~ Attention 💋 V x Suga ✧ 4.6k words ✧ dom!Suga ✧
Taehyung just really wants to get Yoongi’s attention. He definitely succeeds.
Warnings / Themes: Choking and daddy kinks [but neither are too prominent]
~ Switch 💋 V x Suga ✧ 6k words ✧ [part 2] ✧ ✔️
Taehyung can’t stop thinking about that time with Yoongi at the hotel just over a week ago. Even just the sound of his hyung’s voice when they bump into each other at the local convenience store is a turn on.
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~ Rocker V ❓ V x J-Hope ✧ rocker!V✧ 1k words ✧ untitled J-Hope x V imagine ✧
“That is a beautiful bloke” - Taehyung decides to go to the bar tonight. He likes who he sees there.
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Poly!V
~ Us... and Them 💋🤹♀️ V x y/n x Jin x Suga x RM ✧ 14k words ✧
You and Taehyung get more than you bargained for when you pick up in the club when you pull not one, not two, but three other men.
~ “Roller Coaster” 💜🤹♀️ V x J-Hope x y/n ✧ 1.4k words ✧ 💭 05 ✧
You’re petrified of roller coasters. They just don’t seem safe. You’re forced to admit this when Taehyung is desperate to go on one.
Jungkook x Reader
~ Moving On 🔥 husband!Jungkook ✧ 8k words total [each part more or less 2.5k] ✧
parts: 01 / 02 / 03 ✍️
Your marriage with Jungkook turned into a shambles. What went so horribly wrong?
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~ Making Out ❓ 2.3k words ✧
You teach Jungkook to be less shy around girls
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~ “Can’t Buy Me, Love” 🔥 coworker!Jungkook ✧ 7.7k words total ✧
parts: 01 / 02 / 03 ✔️
The beautiful man from across the room becomes an employee at your work. You have to witness him getting basic girls left right and center, all the while you fall head over heels for him.
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~Jungkook’s Noona 💗 boyfriend!Jungkook ✧ 450 words ✧
Jungkook is surprisingly mature.
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~ Wedding 💗 friend!Jungkook ✧ 600 words✧
Jungkook just like to bug you, knowing you’re quite sceptical about the whole wedding malarkey.
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~ “Take a Date to Skate” 💗 date!Jungkook ✧ 1.4k words ✧ 💭 03 ✧ 1980s!au
“You and Jungkook had been seeing each other for almost a couple of months now and were just seeing where things took you [...] It eventually became an unspoken protocol that Thursday night was date night since after every date, you’d both agree to see each other ‘this time next week?’”
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~ A Crush On You: Truth or Dare 💗 2.5k words ✧ sleepover imagine ✧
What happens in seven minutes in heaven with Jungkook?
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~ “She’s Mine Now” ❓/ 💗✍️ drummer!Jungkook ✧ 7.1k words ✧
Jungkook gets the girl right in front of her lousy date’s nose.
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~ Somebody To Lean On ❓ friend!Jungkook ✧ 1.1k words ✧ 💭 07 ✧
An attempt to rekindle things with an ex reminds you of the jerk he was in the first place. It’s raining and Jungkook lets you in.
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~ Work Hard, Play Hard 💋 coworker!Jungkook / businessman!Jungkook ✧ 7.2k words ✧ office!au / business!au ✧
You get more than you bargained for on your business trip with colleague Jungkook…
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Jungkook x Member
~ Intern 🔥💗 Jungkook x RM ✧ 20.2k words total ✧ about 3k words per part ✧ journalist!au / reporter!au ✧
parts: 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / ✍️?
Based on the K-Drama ‘She Was Pretty’ because I got major second lead syndrome. In which Namjoon has snagged an internship and his estranged childhood friend Hoseok is his boss. Also if you liked Namjoon’s purple hair, so does his new colleague, Jungkook.
Warnings: Flashbacks of bullying, shaming of homosexuality, implied anxiety
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~ First Time 💋 Jungkook x Jin ✧ 2k words ✧ ...as idols ✧
In which Jungkook confides in his hyung that he’s never had sex. Seokjin is more than happy to accommodate.
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~ Sloshed ❓Jungkook x Suga ✧ 700 words ✧
In which Yoongi and Jungkook get drunk together at a festival.
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~ Don’t Mind Me 💋 Jungkook x Jimin ✧ 2.5k words ✧
There’s only so long Jimin can watch his boyfriend just sitting there being all hot and angry with his perfect hands on that game controller
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Poly!Jungkook
~ poly!Jikook ❓🤹♀️ Jimin x Jungkook x y/n✧ 900 words ✧ untitled imagine ✧
Jimin and Jungkook celebrate 5 months together with a night out clubbing. When Jungkook bumps into you, an old friend, Jimin gets jealous, at first.
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~ So Far Away 🔥💋 tbh cba to word count right now ✧ student!au ✧
parts: 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10 / 11 / ✍️ [planning to rewrite this soon so if you see it gone, it’ll be back and hopefully better]
“For several months now, Jeon Jeongguk and Jung Hoseok had been ‘together’ but not together… It was unnecessarily complicated. They both liked each other but were clearly, as Jeongguk said, too stubborn to admit it to each other, perhaps even scared, given the fact that they used to hate each other.”
Basically loads of pairings [won’t give the context though]: hopekook, vkook, vmin, namjin, sugakookie... it’s all a big mess really, that’s why I’m rewriting it
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~ PAPER HEARTS headcanon ✧ 1.1k words ✧
Me making dumbass imagines of when any of the boys will have to enlist in the army.
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~ SKOOL LUV AFFAIR school!au ✧ 3.7k words so far ✧
Based on the album that is the fiction’s namesake - the concept of them all liking the same girl.
Where Did You Come From? [01] ✍️? 3.7k words
The new girl has a cold response towards Namjoon who has been asked to show her around... actually, she’s cold to anyone if they aren’t rich enough, at that.
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(Well at least I hope to continue it at some point lmao)
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The Very Hopeful And I: BTS Soulmate!AU [01]
Part 1 of this soulmate!au… ^
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I got you stuck in my head, isn’t it funny? Part 3 // Joker x Reader
A/N: Getting back to this piece of smut that’s become an interesting plot to explore. Fourth part is going to be sooner than this one. Just be patience with me, please. And let me know if you want to be added to taglist.
First part.
Second part.
Contains: swearing, a few lustful staring, being kidnapped and locked up by Joker, mention of smut.
Word count: 2082
Despite your best effort, you couldn’t just stop thinking and rest there, and you couldn’t nor wanted to stay in the bed that wasn’t even yours. So after 5 or 10 minutes that you had given yourself to pull yourself together, you slowly lifted yourself up and threw the sheets away from you. Your brain gave you a little spin inside your skull, but it didn’t cause you any turbulence in your stomach, and your vision was clear and sharp, so you were good for now. Good to go, good to leave this place. To leave Joker.
You looked down at yourself and saw that you were back in your PJ’s and you could feel sticky wetness between your legs. The leftovers from the very unexpected but also surprisingly good sex that had happened like... 30 minutes ago? Few hours ago? You didn’t know, you lost track of time. You needed a shower, but washing your body and finding clean clothes wasn’t your priority right now.
Slowly getting out of bed, you fixed your stare at the door as your exit to freedom. Joker left, that was what he’d said to you and you hoped that he’d meant leaving the flat, not only that room.
God knew what kind of things he had to take care of. And what he really did now that he’d become Joker. And what he planned to do to you. But you knew, it wasn’t the right time to think about it. The only thing that kept your mind occupied was your escaping plan. Getting out of this place was your goal now, and then probably heading back to your old apartament was the next step you would take.
Or maybe getting the hell out of Gotham would be a better idea.
You felt a little tingling in your feet as you put them on a carpet and stiffness in your legs muscles, but you were already determined to get to the door. You covered the distance between you and your freedom, step by step, reaching out your hand to touch the door-handle. Your fingers curled around it as you pushed it down and pulled the door towards you.
The door didn’t move the slightest.
You tried again, this time you pushed the door-handle down and pushed the door too. Still nothing.
Fuck.
You should have foreseen you’d be locked up. Joker had foreseen that you’d want to get away and had used the key to hold you down. And you were naive enough to believe, he wouldn’t have done that.
You turned your head around and glanced at the window. Maybe? It was pointless probably, but you rushed to it anyway, hoping for a way out. But just as you thought, after you took a look outside, it was too high for you to use that way of escape.
You walked back to the door and tried one more time, pushing and pulling, pulling and pushing, before you hit against the door with your open palm, frustrated and disappointed.
And then, as you were about to think of a way to break it down with something, you heard some noises from the other side of the door. Your eyes went wide opened as you realized that Joker probably was still in the flat. You only had hoped before that he’d leave, but apparently you were wrong about it too. He had heard you struggling to get out of the room and then hitting the door, like an angry bratty child that couldn’t accept the fact that she was grounded. And now Joker was turning the key and opening the door to catch you trying to escape.
You took a few long steps back, away from the door... Actually you kind of jumped back as the door opened and Joker came inside, his eyes found you standing in front of him.
You swallowed a lump in your throat, as he slowly shook his head, showing his disapproval to you.
- Tsk, babydoll, didn’t I tell you to stay in bed and get some rest?
You looked at his painted face and it didn’t tell you much, if anything, about his emotions. Was he angry? Or maybe sad? Was he going to force you to go back to bed or just turn away and lock you again? You couldn’t tell. You had a glimpse in his dark green eyes though that he might be a bit disappointed with you. And it made your hands curl into small fists. He was disappointed that you didn’t want to do what you’d been told. That you didn’t want to play his game. Like it was something you’d agreed to. You realized your frustration didn’t go away, it had just turned now into anger and you had to remind yourself to stay calm for your own good, and pretend you hadn’t been trying to get away at all.
- I just... - you started with a flat voice, avoiding eye contact with him - I’m looking for... A bathroom. I need to... you know, wash myself.
You pulled your head up and looked at him. It wasn’t a lie, not precisely. You did need a shower and in different circumstances, you’d be looking for a bathroom right now.
He blinked and shook his head again, this time in bafflement.
- Right, shit, I’m sorry. Of course you need a shower. I’ll show you where it is.
He chuckled to himself and moved aside to let you go ahead of him. You passed him and left the room, taking a quickly look around living room you found yourself in. The design was quite the same, fitting the bedroom style, few covered up windows, a sofa, TV, a table... but what interested you the most, was an exit door. And your eyes landed on them just before Joker led you to the bathroom.
You walked in and he stayed politely outside, sending you a smile that you returned, hoping it didn’t look forced.
You closed the door and sighed in realization that you had to play his game for now, whatever the rules were. But just for a while, you consoled yourself, before you got a chance to run through another door.
You removed your top and looked at yourself in the mirror. You had bags under your eyes and your hair was a mess. You spotted a few hickeys on your neck and you couldn't help but wonder how the hell had that happened. Despite the whole situation, you still remembered Arthur from the therapy sessions. You still had that image of him, being a shy, timid boy, caring so much about his mother, struggling with depression and trying to be a good person.
Arthur wouldn’t hurt a fly, and he still was there, under that makeup and outfit, under the new name.
You strongly believed in that, cause that was your hope. Hope that things would turn out fine and that hope helped you be relatively calm and keep the anger in check.
You heard two knocks and Joker’s voice broke through the door.
- May I? I’ve brought you clean clothes.
You grabbed your shirt to cover yourself and slightly opened the door. Joker was standing there, his head lowered down, but his eyes moved up immediately at you when you appeared through a crack. He handed you the folded clothes and you take them with one hand as your other was holding the shirt to cover your breast. Just before you closed the door, you could see him smirking as he looked directly at your boobs. He didn’t say anything, neither did you, but it was obscenely clear that he had flashbacks to when he’d had access to your nipples with his hands and mouth.
You quickly closed the door and leaned your back against them. That smirk of his and his lustful eyes were as much luring as dangerous. You could feel inside your body how those flashbacks and his presence effected you, and you could assume the same effect took hold on him too. And that’s why you just knew that Joker would take a chance to fuck you in the bathroom, if you only had let him stare at you a bit longer.
You shook your head to get rid of any thoughts you had of him and the things he did to you, as you began to take off your pants and started a shower. Warm water soon enveloped your body, making you relax at least, and you took your time to enjoy that moment of peace and silent.
You hesitated for some time, as you stood before the door, wearing the clothes Joker had given you. A midi black dress, that wasn’t really your style, but at least it was your size. You finished doing everything and anything that woman could do in bathroom, just to steal some time. You delayed taking any action, cause you were afraid of what was awaiting for you. You wasn’t quite ready to get out of the bathroom and face the clown and whatever it was that he wanted from you.
- Y/N?
It was the second time he called your name and you heard him standing just outside the bathroom, and the tone of his voice changed a bit, from less asking to more demanding.
You couldn’t temporize any longer.
You sighed and opened the door, facing him one more time, as you smiled at him apologetically, speaking to him with an innocent voice.
- Sorry, it took me so long.
He looked at you as his eyes went down, admiring how the black dress looked on you.
- You look v-very pretty - his voice cracked a bit, low and a bit insecure, and for a moment you saw the old Arthur breaking through the clown persona.
- Thank you, it’s a beautiful dress - you said nodding your head slightly.
His eyes softened as he smiled at you and gestured his hand to the living room.
You moved there, taking a deeper breath in as you sensed something being... burnt? Food being burnt as you realized in a second. That was weird. Was he cooking?
He noticed your puzzlement and this time it was him looking at you apologetically as you glanced at him in consternation.
- I was cooking a dinner for us as a surprise for you, and I’ve accidentally burnt the chicken. But don’t worry, it’s not totally black, only a little underneath, I think it’s still eatable - he said quickly, chuckling a little at his own clumsiness.
You raised your eyebrows, even more puzzled than before. You thought he had been saying that he’d had some important things to do. You’d assumed it had had nothing to do with you, but as you looked around at the set table: two plates, two glasses, bottle of wine and some food, you did realize to your surprise, that he had been preparing a date.
For you.
A Date.
Not quite what you were ready for, though it could explain why he’d given you a black dress to wear.
You raised your hand and tucked your hair behind your ear. You considered how many and what options did you have for this.
Not many, really, you thought. The only way out of this, was to play along.
You moved to the table and Joker moved after you, pulling out a chair for you to sit. You did so and you could felt your heart beating faster in your chest. You didn’t know why exactly. Was it the adrenaline rush? An anticipation for a chance to get to that door? Actually being excited for a date with Joker?
This was complicated. On many levels. You did like Arthur and you did feel some chemistry between you and Joker. But there was something not right to say the least. You barely knew Arthur and Joker seemed to be a different person version of him that you didn’t know at all. His intentions were like riddles to you to solve. and his actions were totally unpredictable but what he was doing was intriguing you at the same time. Crazy was the right word for this. After all he’d kidnapped you for a date.
You knew as he sat across you chuckling nervously, that this was going to be a minefield to walk on. But if you played it right, Joker might led you through it completely safe and unharmed.
Probably.
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