#this is gonna rekindle something and bring everything full circle

[lacielre]

circles over circles, 2 (m)

SUMMARY  Your life has been pretty stable from any university task to your social life and love life, everything has been set perfectly like a plate to a dining table. but that changes when you encounter the one person you remember to feel indifferent the most—Jungkook.

PAIRING  jimin/reader, jungkook/reader

RATING  mature

GENRE  college au | smut, romance, heavy angst, friends to “enemies” to lovers, childhood friends, established relationship 

WARNINGS  lots of dwelling in the past (again), pining, smitten!jk, cocky taehyung, a light touch of dirty talk

WORD COUNT  8k

PARTS  1, 2

FIRST DAY OF PLAYOFFS…

Time is quick and unforgiving.

You realize this when you take a swift sweep of the sixty-person-filled room you’re in and catch the hanging wall clock. Time’s almost up. Everyone’s striving to finish the examinations that will determine the fate of the scholars in this tense chamber. For some, the exams are for the fifty-percent off scholarship grant. For you, however, you’re aiming for the month-long education in New Zealand, which based by the overheard pre-exams conversations is almost everyone else’s aim.

In a few minutes, everyone, you included, submits their papers.

All you’re thinking about is that you better fucking get in. Those dreadful hours in the quiet of the libraries and the fears of walking alone at night better pay off.

Today is also the first day of playoffs and because of the thousand-item test you had, it’s impossible for you to catch up to any game. Even the final minutes of the day’s last game, ice hockey, are not granted to you. Having arrived at the venue, you only witnessed the university’s team winning hoots and cheers, sonorously booming in the stadium from the ice rink while the audience clears up the seats.

And like every college that exists, there’s a house party and it’s only blocks away from your dorm. You’re in the middle of untying your shoelaces when your phone rings with Seulgi’s contact name flashing on your screen so you answer.

Before you could even speak, a voice beats you to it.

“Hey? I’m Yeri, Seulgi’s classmate. Um, you’re on Seulgi’s speed dial so I just figured to call you—”

“Wait—what-why? What’s going on?” you ask instead, not wasting a minute.

The other line is too loud and thank God, the girl—Yeri—you’re speaking with has gone outside to lessen the noise and actually communicate.

“Seulgi is drunk and none of us could drive her home,” she sighs then gets to the point, “she’s wasted.”

“Yeahyeahokay,” you say, tying your shoes back. “I’ll be there in five. Don’t leave her alone please.”

“Yes! Of course, of course! Thank y—oh, my God, tie—put her hair back!”

In no less than five minutes, you arrive to the house party that shows exactly what it is: a Friday night house party. You feel like even if your university didn’t win ice hockey tonight, something like this would still happen.

But hell did you miss going to parties like this.

Sadly, you aren’t here to party; you’re here to pick up your roommate who you caught puking in the last seconds of your call.

Fuck it.

You enter the vibrating house, licking your lips dried-up from the hints of winter soaking and slowly freezing the autumn air. The interior looks exactly how you expect it to from how it presents itself outside.

“Ayy! _____!”

Someone shouts your name over the blasting music and you know it’s Namjoon. You turn to find him but it’s difficult when the inebriation of people around you is also clouding your vision. There’s too many people moving around.

“On your left!”

You turn so and you see Namjoon with spread legs on a wide grey couch, balancing a red cup of what might possibly be beer on his left thigh. He eases comfortably between Seokjin and an awfully good-looking guy with a perfect side profile.

Your lips heartily form a wide smile.

“Joon!” you shout, approaching him.

“Drink?” Namjoon offers, holding the cup to you.

You’re right—beer.

You shake your head.  “No, thank you.”

“Alright.” He nods. “I didn’t expect you here tonight.”

“Just here to pick up my roommate.”

Namjoon laughs, not failing to pick up the subtle hint of frustration in your tone. “Been there,” he consoles.

“Why are you even here… drinking? Isn’t your game tomorrow morning?”

“Before lunch, yeah,” he corrects. “I’m not getting drunk by the way. Just here for a few drinks then I’ll bounce. Our coach told us to relax.” The last word hotly grazes against his throat.

“And we did,” Seokjin continues, leaning back. “Nice seeing you, _____. You look great.”

“You know I doubt that but thanks.”

“So, what, I’m just not here or…?” the guy with the perfect side profile says.

“Ignore him, _____,” Seokjin mumbles.

“So, _____.” The perfect-side-profile man catches your name. “I’m Hoseok.”

“Ignore him,” Namjoon repeats Seokjin’s sentiment.

You smile at Hoseok anyway, to be polite. Now he has a name. “I’d love to catch up with you, guys, but I gotta go look for my friend,” you say in a hurry, withdrawing in tiny steps. “Bye! Good luck tomorrow!”

“Yeah, your boyfriend won’t really approve of that,” Namjoon teases.

Instead of replying with a witty remark, you already run off to another, emptier corner of the house and you even heard Hoseok double-checking Namjoon’s statement, asking something like, “How the fuck do all girls in this party have partners?”

Your phone vibrates and lights up with a message from Seulgi or well, Yeri who’s handling her phone, telling you to go to the backyard.

When you spin, time doesn’t construct itself much from your rapid recognition of whose back is facing you right now but meters away.  

It’s Jungkook.

It’s Jungkook whose arm is leaning flatly on the wall, caging a girl with his body. It’s Jungkook in the kitchen with a girl giggling in his company and by the way his back bounces, he too must also be sharing the laughter. It annoys you that you could recognize him so easily, and worse, you could recognize him smiling from the looks of his back.

That’s Jungkook, alright.

Fuck it.

It has you reeling how you’re feeling this way but Joohyun’s words from last time ring in your head. They’ve constantly been.

This is a burden you never lifted off your shoulders.

And things like that – they come full circle.

Do they really?

You faintly shake your head.

You pass by them in speedy steps, getting a whiff of Jungkook’s cologne along the way. Some things never change.

It only takes probably half a minute for you to spot Seulgi being forced to stand up by her friends. You hear her say something to them but you couldn’t pick it up since she slurred her way through it. She lifts her head and probably sees you.

She does.

“_____!” Seulgi shouts, barely pronouncing out your name correctly.

“Oh, thank God!” Yeri groans as she follows Seulgi’s gaze.

You help Yeri and two other girls with Seulgi.

“God really is a woman,” Yeri declares in a pained whisper, squeezing her eyes shut when you take Seulgi’s arm from her shoulder.

She groans from relief, rolling her shoulders.

“My car is parked right outside,” you state, wrapping Seulgi’s arm around you instead.

“Whaaayoudyoin…” Seulgi asks, pushing her head back with closed eyes. “Donnbrimehome pleaaa! Jaacallmywoommey. I haa! A woomate!”

Now Seulgi is being a pain in the ass.

Seulgi doesn’t make it easy for you to carry her with her thrashing her body sideways at almost every step you make.

“Hey! _____! I’ll help,” Namjoon shouts from the back door, jogging lightly to your destination. “Saw you from the window,” he adds. “You didn’t tell me this was your roommate. She’s been like this for almost half an hour now.”

You shrug, passing Seulgi’s arm to Namjoon’s shoulder. “Well, that’s for her to remember in the morning.”

“She’s wasted as fuck”—Seulgi kicks and almost gets to Namjoon’s leg—“and stubborn as fuck too. Goddamn.”

“That’s my roommate, alright,” you sigh, words barely under your breath. You watch Seulgi move around and Namjoon could only back off when she turns and sways, but he tries his best to steady her, alternating holds from her shoulders, arms, and elbows. “So, can you…?”

He gives off a nervous laughter. “Yeah, fuck. I’ll just need…” he looks around, “some help.” And he catches Hoseok who’s chilling on the doorstep. “Hobi! Help me out here!”

“What, can’t carry a girl only half your size, Joon?” Hoseok provokes but comes closer.

“How ‘bout you fucking try, then?” Namjoon lets go of Seulgi and Hoseok almost backs off when your drunk friend pushes them off with her arms.

“Oh, fuck,” Hoseok says.

“Are you guys really gonna help?” you ask, frustration pent up, helping Seulgi stand on your own.

“Anything for you, princess.” Hoseok winks.

God, you are so familiar with this type of talks. The sigh drawn from your lungs is probably an adequate answer but Hoseok probably failed to catch that as you do not receive any reaction from him.

With the help of Namjoon and Hoseok, you arrive to your car in no time. The other girls have already gone back to the frat house and rekindle with whatever activities Seulgi disrupted them from. Tonight is a failure to feminism, you think.

“Drive home safe,” Hoseok reminds, tapping your scrolled-down window.

Although unaccustomed of the gesture coming from him, you slowly nod.

“Okay, between the two of us, only I get to tell her that, a’right? Move,” Namjoon interferes, pushing Hoseok aside. He nods to Seulgi who’s dead asleep on the shotgun. “You sure you can bring her up yourself?”

You could only nod. Fuck, you haven’t thought of that.

Fuck it.

You swallow.

With a determined sigh, you say, “Yep. Thanks for your help, Joon.”

He flashes his deep dimples at you. “That’s nothing,” he genuinely says. “It’s nice to see you again, though, _____. Seeing you back there felt like high school, when you were still with that shithead Yoongi—fuck, sorry.”

“I’m fine! You can call him shithead as much as you like.” You laugh and he does too. “Also, yeah, it’s really been a while, huh?”

He agrees by wiggling his brows. “You took your exams today?” he asks.

“Yep! Missed all the games for that one.”

“Sucks,” Namjoon comments, his forehead furrowing in comfort. “Did mine yesterday. See you in New Zealand, baby!”

He raises a palm up and you reciprocate the high five.

You think, right.

He’s both an athletic and academic scholar. Of-fucking-course.

“You can’t be too sure.” You shake your head.  “I’m not as smart as you.”

He scrunches his nose to brush off your comment. “Eh,” he deadpans, shrugging. “I’m sure you did well, _____. You’ll get in.” He takes a pause then he exhales, gripping onto the bottom windowpane of your car. “Jungkook also took his yesterday. Hopefully, we all get in.”

You could only nod and Namjoon must’ve seen how that made you tense for a second. He clears his throat and knocks a tin of your car. “Drive home safe. Hope to see you tomorrow.”

“Oh, you will.”

“Text me when you get home.”

“Oh, I will.”

He chuckles and repeats, “I really did miss you.”

“You too. Need to catch up with… everything.”

“And ignore Hoseok, by the way. Hasn’t gotten his dick wet for a week, excuse him.”

“I’m literally standing right next to you.”

SECOND DAY OF PLAYOFFS…

Sans the library studies from your morning routine, you take into account to visit Joohyun’s shop, Irene’s, every morning for whatever you need. It could all stem from buying sweets or drinks to reheating lunch boxes to borrowing cash.

Today is for the former.

You’ll be needing to replenish energy and the way to do that is through sugar. Loads of them.

“You getting nervous?” you ask.

Amid your morning walk, you are on line with Jimin who you swear is nervous but tells you otherwise.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I feel… alright?” Jimin sighs.

“That doesn’t sound confident,” you tease. “Where’s my cocky boyfriend?”

“When have I ever been cocky?” he scoffs.

“A few times—mostly in bed—but I’ll take that point,” you goad.  

You hear him laugh on the other line. “Can’t wait to see you.”

In that, you feel the syllables stretching with the way he smiles. Before you were with him, you found it corny how you read things like hearing someone’s smile from a call but fuck do you get it now. You get it. And it feels nice catching details like that.

You bite your bottom lip. “Me too,” you reply. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited in weeks. Probably months even, for something. And all I’ve ever been was… tired and annoyed. Mostly, tired.”

“Mhm,” Jimin hums. “I forgot to ask you last night about your exams. Sorry ‘bout that.”

“That’s fine and you know what, I don’t think I did that well.” You pout. “Before you yell at me, I’m not just saying this. I swear I feel this way.”

“That can’t possibly be right.” You hear a shuffle from his line, probably him shifting on his seat. “You’re the smartest person I know.”

You couldn’t help the laugh the blooms from your chest. “Okay, now you’re just lying to my face.”

“Not to your face. And no,” he emphasizes his decline, “I am not lying.”

“It’s either that or you don’t know that many people which is impossible, by the way.”

Jimin laughs again then he composes himself. “You’re getting that grant, babe. I’m sure.”

You raise your brow. “You’re ‘sure’?”

He laughs. “Okay—maybe not sure, but you get me.”

“Whatever, Park Jimin,” you sass.

It only occurs to you that you never actually told Jimin that you’re looking forward to a month-long exchange trip in New Zealand for winter, not a fifty percent off scholarship grant. You aren’t sure why you didn’t tell him in the first place. It’s probably because you applied for it just when Jimin started his training. Then weeks went on and on.

It’s difficult for you to tell him because then, after barely seeing each other for about three weeks because of his training and your preparation for exams, it’s again another month of bare absence, of almost concrete silence between the two of you. It’s again another time for uncertain developments and yearning for lingering touches on your skin.

You’re scared that he’ll think you don’t think much about spending time with him because you do. But the New Zealand trip will be a box full of opportunities too, and you cannot risk not being able to go.

But after this for sure.

Fuck it.

Inhaling sharply, you repeat previous sentiment, “Can’t wait to see you.”

“Cheesy.” His voice is flirty, its rasp sticking to the word.  

“What do you want me to say then?” It’s a challenge you don’t want to lose. “I’m ready to suck you like a champ,” you say, tone lacing in feigned seduction before spared milliseconds of bursting into laughter. “How was that? How does that sound?”

“Sexy,” he muses, grinning. “And what if I lose then?”

“Don’t say that.” You click your tongue on the roof of your mouth. “Well, I’ll make you feel like a champ then.”

“Yeah, okay. I gotta admit, that sounds kinda hot,” Jimin laughs.

You grin. “Today should be all about you, babe. Do well and I’ll text or call you when I get there. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

When the line disappears into the plainness, into thin air, it’s just on time with Joohyun noticing you from the counter through the glassed walls of the cozy shop, allowing the central color of brown in different schemes to the exit, displaying itself for people to see orange-turning furies from the islands to the select bricked walls and to the waxed wooden floors. She does her usual routine every time she sees you: untie her apron, leave the counter, and pull her phone from her pocket.

You enter, rolling your eyes at her.

“Good morning to you too, _____,” Joohyun exclaims with a wide smile.

“Get back to the counter,” you say.

“What?” She frowns. “But I just got out.”

“Your shop opened literally fifteen minutes ago.”

“I know. I opened,” she says, mocking you with her tone. Barely. “Contrary to what you think sometimes, I do work here.”

“Exactly,” you say sharply. “I’m gonna order something.”

She rolls her eyes, reties the ribbon of her apron, and slip her phone back into her pocket. “What do you want?”

Your eyes land on the untouched blueberry cheesecake caged in glasses as an answer. Joohyun is quick to her senses, crouching down to have herself almost face-to-face with your dessert.

“How many of this do you want?”

“Four slices, please,” you declare, excitement evident in your phrasing.

She straightens her back once all the slices are neatly placed in a small paper box for you.  “Aren’t these too much for a morning?”

“Don’t shame me. Also, I have a roommate to feed.”

Her eyes widen at your response then she presents you a tight smile. “Okay.” Then she announces the price of your order. “Will you tip your cashier?”

“No. When can I get like a friend discount in here?”

“You won’t,” she says curtly, processing your order and payment into the slim machine. “Look at you getting all sugar-high for the game later.”

“Well,” you shrug, “I need all the help I need. I barely slept last night. I had to pick up Seulgi from a party then I had to bring her up to the room—it’s all such a mess last night. She almost puked in my car too.”

“You went to a party and you never told me?”

“Joohyun,” you say through gritted teeth. You point your fingers to your ears for emphasis. “Listen. I said I had to pick Seulgi up.”

“Sorry. All I heard was… party,” she says, whispering the last word into a short-lived outbreath. “So, saw anything interesting? Flaring testosterone levels? See any of my ex making out with someone? Or maybe your ex?”

“I saw Namjoon and Seokjin,” you interrupt. “Jungkook was there too.”

“You two talk?”

You shake your head. “You know what, I feel like you messed with my head, Joohyun. Because last night, I honestly felt like there was this part of me—just a small, small, small, tiny part of me—that was just ready to call his name and talk to him.”

She pushes the box with an attached receipt to you before raising her hands, admitting a defeat you never declared her to do so. “Hey, don’t blame this one on me. I was just saying.”

You look away and you could feel your forehead scrunching up to a concerned look. Without feeling the need to, you sigh.

“Well, you saying it,” you bite your lip, “just did something. Opened wounds.”

Joohyun shakes her head, not entirely getting your point. “Can I just ask? Am I okay here? Like, you’re not mad at me or anything, right, for telling you something that I’m sure you already know?”

“I’m not.”

“Okay, good. Because you don’t sound good. That didn’t sound good.”

“Is it bad that I feel this way?” You swallow and continue, “About him?”

“It’s not a crime to miss someone, _____.”

“I never said I miss him.”

“You didn’t have to, though,” she counters, not bothering to pause a little. “I think you’ll only know whether it’s a good thing or if it’s a bad thing once you start talking to him. For now, I don’t think it’s… you know, something—or anything, but you know, don’t miss the chance to turn into something.”

You nod slowly. “You’re right. Not sure about that last part though. I feel like you’re just planting stuff in my head again.” A beat for how ludicrous it sounds and you continue, “Fuck. I don’t know. I don’t know what to think. In fact, I don’t want to. Maybe I’m just missing high school in general.”

Her brow raises and you’re already so well-aware of what she’s about to say. She really has a way of making you want to eat back the words you just spat to avoid being embarrassed by her teases.

“Oh, you miss high school, huh,” she starts. “Is it because of Jungkook or… maybe Yoongi? Aw, shit. It’s been a while since I even said his name.”

“Fuck you.”

“Are you still in contact with him?” she asks, genuinely curious.

“Of course, not, Joohyun. Do I look like I don’t respect myself?” You don’t wait for her answer and beat her into speaking by saying, “Okay. Don’t answer that.”

“Do you wanna know some classified information?” she asks, shifting the topic. On her note, at the control of the conversation, she says, before you could even answer, “Jungkook and you must have pretty similar tastes—andandand before you yell at me, I can say so because he frequents here ever since he started ordering here. Thanks to you.”

“Again, fuck you,” you hiss. “I didn’t want to know that.”

She scoffs, ignoring your statement. “Whatever. Enjoy your stuff and see you later.”

The venue is already packed with people when you arrive, many of them are students. The student division of the two universities can be clearly seen from afar. Outsiders are even dressed up to support whoever they’re supporting and it, without doubt, shows. The cheering squads are already up on their feet, performing their bone-breaking choreographies, shouting on top of their lungs to make out their cheers for the players.

You text Jimin about your arrival and where you’re seated. You’re sure he’ll easily spot you later. He does it every time you attend his games.

Instead of proceeding to a crowded spot among the seats, you go to where Seulgi is and she’s sitting beside Jennie, a mutual friend, chilling at a rather bald spot in the seats, but still only a few seats far from others. Between you and Seulgi, you’ve known Jennie longer although you two weren’t that close in high school.

College really couldn’t pull you from high school.

“Finally, you’re here,” Jennie squeals. “I barely see you around anymore. Park Jimin’s really taking all your time, huh?”

“Girl, I wish. Was busy with the scholarship stuff,” you correct, yawning.

“And girl, you better get it,” Jennie proclaims before biting onto her chip. “Seulgi told me about her drunk night. I salute! Thank you for saving our fallen soldier.”

“You owe me. You owe me big time,” you sternly hiss at Seulgi and she nods adamantly. “So what you two been up to?” you ask, shifting comfortably on your seat.

“What have you been up to, huh?” Seulgi teases. “I didn’t know you were friends with most of the guys in the baseball teams! What the fuck, _____? You never gave me this information!”

Jennie faces you with a mischievous smile. “Ooh, looks like Seulgi wants an introduction with the boys. You’re freshman year ‘bout to get spicy, Seulgi! You don’t know the land of opportunities _____ is going to show you.”

“Jennie, stop planting ideas in her head!” You glare, shaking your head. “I’m not introducing anyone to anyone. And Seulgi, c’mon, now,” you say, a bit disappointed. “Them, really?”

“What? You’re friends with them! Why can’t I be?”

“Okay, fine! Whatever. I’m not your mom. But Jennie will do that for you.” You turn to Jennie. “Right, Jennie? Since this is your bright idea anyway.”  

Jennie’s smile fades but she blurts a “yes,” anyway after long negotiations with Seulgi.

Soon, the teams arrive in their team jerseys and whatever gears they need, and the volume of the cheers even turn up to a certain extent that has the seats vibrating a bit. The crowd follows the chants through and through. Of course, the cheers are louder from the home team aka your university.

The loudest is probably when Jungkook’s name was announced. But it’s also hard to make that decision when Seokjin, Namjoon, and Hoseok start to make their entrance one-by-one and the cheers seem to get louder and louder. It has your head reeling, that even when the stadium seats are not completely filled, the clusters of small groups have it in them to shake the plate.

“Holy fuck,” Seulgi chuckles as she covers her ears. “My ears!”

“Jungkook. Golden boy,” Jennie states.

The visiting team then makes their entrance and even if they’re the visiting ones, Taehyung gets his share of screams too.

Your friend, Jennie, on the other hand, chooses to sing-shout a romantic song about how time should go back, an homage for your past with Taehyung which was as shallow as it gets. She does that instead of doing what normal people do in a game—cheer. And you could only slap her leg to shut the hell up.

“Imagine you and Taehyung, what it could’ve been.”

“You know what, Jennie? No. And this is getting old.”

“No, I don’t but I’ll keep doing it.” She raises her brow and you could only shake your head. “Lighten up, _____. I was just kidding.”

“Taehyung’s hot,” comes a direct whisper on your ear, making your hairs stand.

“Fuck! When the hell did you get here?” you ask, startled, while Joohyun hops from the back bleachers and take the empty seat beside you.

“I was looking for you and I was contacting you but you weren’t answering your phone,” Joohyun complains, then she winks at Seulgi then Jennie. “Long time no see, girls!” She wiggles her brows. “Isn’t this exciting?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely! It gets more exciting every time one player comes out and we tease _____ about him,” Jennie says, chuckling.

“And so far, who? Just one. Taehyung. That’s right,” you say dismissively.  

“And Jungkook,” Joohyun points out.

“We were friends. We didn’t do anything.”

“Looks like you did, though,” Jennie backs.

“Yeah, definitely,” Seulgi agrees.

“You too? Really?” you moan.

“I don’t know—I just thought…” Seulgi defends without an drop of confidence.

“Sometimes, try not thinking.”

Joohyun groans. “We tease you because we lived boring lives, _____. Mundane. Dull. Humdrum. Monoto—”

“Got it, thesaurus,” you interrupt.

And Jimin finally comes out and you’re sure he winked at you, making you bite your bottom lip to suppress your smile. The crowd roars with the announcement of his name and you’re too flustered to even mingle in with the shouts.

“Aw, is _____ wet yet?” Jennie teases, making Seulgi and Joohyun snicker.

“Shut up,” you hiss but you’re smiling.

Fuck it.

“God, we get it, _____. You have a boyfriend,” Joohyun mumbles.

“Damn right, I do.”

Everyone gets to their position and the game starts with Hoseok pitching while Jimin twirls his ankles and gets ready to bat.

A competitive atmosphere envelops the stadium. Throughout the game, even with your few-minutes-spaced reminders to keep your eyes on Jimin, you couldn’t help but allow them to drift to Jungkook. He just plays so damn well. It’s no wonder this university recruited him when it had a chance.

That’s Jungkook, alright.

CUSP OF SUMMER, FOUR YEARS AGO…

“You free on Saturday?” Jungkook had to ask.

It looked like he wasn’t paying attention to you—or to anything really. He was busy fidgeting over your fled and crazed application papers on the counter, while managing an itch on his nape that never seemed to disappear. Crooking his head to the right as his fingers lightly lifted few pages of your forms, he took a peek.

“Hmm,” you hummed, stretching your hands heavenward with an eye closed, moaning at the delicious stretch. “If this is you asking me to go see you play then…”

He cleared his throat. “Then what?”

“Of course, I’m there. Are we even friends or what?”

“Good. I was starting to doubt that.”

“I don’t see you for like three days then you start saying shit like this to me.” You sneered before rolling your eyes.  “You’re the one on training, mister.”

“Okay—okay. You win this one.”

“Mhm. There’s a teeny, tiny problem though.”

Jungkook’s brow raised in concern. “What?”

“I forgot to buy tickets.”

“Luckily for you,” he slid a ticket from his back pocket next to your cup of coffee, “there’s this.”

“Aw, no,” you cooed. “You have this reserved for me?”

He nodded then he processed your facial expression. “That’s it. That’s the face of someone who thinks the world revolves around them.”

You ignored him with scoff. “You really can’t live without me around you, huh?”

You pressed your hands to your chest for emphasis while your brows drown a quarter span of your forehead. Your teeth couldn’t even release their bite from your bottom lip, doing their best to suppress your jokey beam. But what came next – you hadn’t expected.

Never.

And it will be in your head for quite some time.

“Of course I want you there. You’re my lucky charm,” Jungkook stated without hesitation, shifting his gaze from the ticket then to your eyes. His were earnest.

Yours were something else but they softened. Fuck it.

You did not expect it and it came worse to you. Because now, you were flustered. Flustered like the times he would envelope your hand in his when crossing streets without telling you beforehand. Flustered like when he had kissed the top of your head because you were crying. Flustered like this.

He flashed you a smile, one that only cared to lift the corners of his mouth, before leaving your sight, attending to the game he abandoned on your computer.

“Lucky charm,” you repeated in a small voice. “Lucky charm, huh.”

Not even your boyfriend said stuff like that to you.

As if on cue, your phone lit up with a message from your boyfriend, Yoongi, asking you if you would be free on Saturday.

You didn’t reply, did not even bother tapping your fingers on your phone screen. You didn’t even bother to draw your phone closer to you to read his message. You just wouldn’t and couldn’t.

You sighed. “Jackass.”

If asked to describe your relationship with Yoongi was like, the first word that would pop up in your head was – messy. That itself was enough to tell how problematic your relationship was with him but you couldn’t end it. Yoongi would fuck it up; miss out on significant events of your life, make you wait for hours for a date, leave you on read for days—weeks even, then contact you back – like today. But you took him over and over again in your arms.

“Heard that,” Jungkook announced, clearing the silence between the two of you.

“Don’t worry. It’s not you, Kook.”

“I know it’s not. It’s always one person when it comes to you and that word, _____.” He scoffed, followed by a short chuckle then his conclusion: “That was Yoongi for sure.”

“Damn right.”

When Jungkook’s game ended or after his team won, his time was quickly occupied by some guy you weren’t familiar with. He was dragged to the corner of the stadium, near the entrance made for the players.

Even then, you did your usual routine after every Jungkook game, wait by the doors of the guys’ locker room. As Jungkook was kept busy by some guy, practically all his teammates had exited the room and bid goodbyes to you along reminders of “party at Namjoon’s later” when they caught you leaning on the wall beside the doorstep.

Almost every one of his teammates were out and about in preparation for the party later, getting doses of alcohol in cans, glass bottles, and even those gigantic jugs, and also probably, well most likely, weed, when Jungkook finally gone to shower. Great. You’d be waiting for another set of dread minutes.

The door once again opened while you were busy formulating a reply to Yoongi, the classic type-and-delete approach over an apology for leaving him on read until Saturday—or today arrived. Actually it was the classic type-and-delete-and-curse approach. You were thinking this was all too late because Saturday was almost over anyway.

This was you giving in again and you surely wouldn’t be telling Jungkook about this.

You were doing so well.

Fuck it.

You started typing.

“Hey, _____,” was the greeting of a deep voice from beside you.

“Hey, Tae,” you greeted back, locking your phone.

Taehyung stood next to you, peeking from the small opening he made with the door. But he was close. Close enough for you smell his mint shampoo and a bit out-of-character baby soap. The scent matched well with his fresh face and sodden dark locks, however.

“There’s a seat here,” he noted.

“Great. My legs are killing me,” you said in relief and he opened the door wider for you.

You followed him to the lockers and it was only him left and of course, Jungkook in the showers inside.

Taehyung closed his locker then leaned his back on it, looking down on you as you sat on a bench across him, only a meter away.

If you were asked to describe your relationship with Taehyung, it’d be very easy to do so. It was as shallow as it could get. Things with him were the epitome of almost’s. He’d make a move then nothing happened next.

“You have plans after this?” Taehyung started.

“Is this your pick-up line?” you teased.

“I guess pick-up lines are my bottom-of-the-barrel approach to finally get it on with you then.” He chuckled, making you take note of the fact that his voice even sounded deeper when he did. “So, what are you up to?”

“To wherever Jungkook goes,” you answered. “It’s his day anyway.”

“So you’ll be at the party later then.”

You scoffed. “With or without Jungkook, I’ll be there for sure. Won’t miss it for the world.”

“Would you mind if we pick up where we’d always left off?” was his brazen request.

That made you stand up from being seated, meters closing into bare inches when you branded the floor with your footsteps.

Taunting to be as bold as him, you smirked.

“And where is that?” you asked breathily, grazing your fingers on the loose part of fabric clinging on his waist.

He smirked, aiming to tear down your dominant demeanor with how he towered over you but you contested, keeping your eyes locked with his. “Pretty,” he merely commented, clearing your face from the stands of your hair.

“Pretty?” you repeated.

Taehyung got a hold of your wrist but he kept his touch merely centimeters above your skin. He skimmed to your elbow and upwards, upwards, upwards until he reached to swipe his thumb on your bottom lip. “So pretty,” he repeated bending down his neck to whisper them in your ears.

He claimed a spot on your neck with a small peck just when you thought he’d claim you in for a kiss.

“You letting me take you home tonight?”

And fuck were you ready to just jump on his request.

His voice dripping honey didn’t help at all.

“That’s a question I can’t answer,” you swallowed when he nipped on your jaw to hide your panting, “right now.”

“Uh huh. Why is that?” He placed a hand on your back, dangerously close to your ass. His other hand cupped your cheek into his palm, making it easier for his lips to fan hot breaths over yours.

Again, you swallowed.

“You’ll have to convince me better,” you said weakly.

Fuck it.

“Later, yeah?” He leaned in and right when you hoped he would finally enclose his lips with yours, he only kissed the corner of your lips, making you yearn as if minutes of him playing with you weren’t enough.

You lifted your head, trying to catch his lips which after two quick attempts, he allowed with a smug chuckle.

It wasn’t a deep one. It was open-mouthed, wet. A trial for what comes later.

“Doesn’t look like you need much convincing though,” Taehyung teased, giving your ass a squeeze.

The only answer you could give him was a moan and another kiss which ran a few seconds before he pulled away.

“What now?” you whined in a shy voice, annoyed, making him chuckle.

“You’ve got to tell me though.”

“Tell you what?”

“What’s up with you and Jungkook? I need to know so I don’t fuck up,” Taehyung elaborated sharply. “I mean, you’re always together and shit.”

Your lips were left agape and you ran your tongue behind your teeth as you contemplated. You didn’t know what to tell Taehyung because you didn’t know the answer for that in one statement. You could say your best friends though but why couldn’t you?

“Jungkook!” you shouted instead, startling Taehyung.

“What?” Jungkook shouted back from the showers. “I’m coming out!”

“Okay! Good.” You turn back to Taehyung. “We’re friends.”

“So, I wouldn’t be fucking up anything then? Great,” Taehyung said that had your heart beating faster. “That’s what I liked to hear.”

“You’ve got to know though,” you added. “I’ve got a very complicated relationship with someone right now.”

Taehyung shook his head, laughing. “Yeah, I’m not really worried about getting in the middle of that,” he said, a finger sliding on your lips.

“Taehyung, back off, please,” Jungkook interrupted, a bit of frustration hinting in his tone. “I already told you; she’s taken.”

Taehyung untangled his hands from your waist but his smirk lingered.

You withdrew from Taehyung, walking up to Jungkook who stood at the boundary of the locker room and the shower room. You mouthed to Jungkook inaudibly with an annoyed expression, “Really now?”

He raised a brow at you as he tongued his cheek. “Yeah, _____,” he said sarcastically, nodding his head. “Anyway, let’s go. I’ve got something to tell you.”

The only thing you could do was follow him. He, who was walking in a real hurried pace with his gym bag. Before the two of you exited the locker room and left Taehyung alone, you looked back at him and he gave you a wink.

You two didn’t really move too far from the locker rooms anyway. Just by the doorstep when you waited for him earlier.

“Okay, what’s up?” you asked with a smile, hoping for some good news.

Before he opened his mouth, he gave in to a wide smile he must’ve been biting on his cheek to repress.

Alluring features of him smiling were of different earthly gifts.

“Oh, my God. It is good news! Wait—wait, let me guess! Is this about the guy outside?” You waited for his nod which he gave. “Okay, wait—no. I don’t wanna guess. I give up. What is it? Who was that?” were your shooting questions, putting him on hot seat.

“So that guy is the baseball coach of the national university,” Jungkook introduced slowly but he didn’t continue.

“Well…?”

“He’s asking me to try-out for them.” He paused to exhale. “And if I get in, which he kept telling me I’ve got a great chance in, I’ll go to college there. Free.”

As if it was your triumph to celebrate, your eyes widened as you jumped to hug him tightly. “Oh, my God! That’s so great! I’m so happy for you, Kook! Oh, my God! This is big!”

He let go of his gym bag to fully wrap his arms around your waist, almost completely burying his face to the crook of your neck and shoulder. “It’s still not sure though. Only if I get in—”

“Shh,” you hushed. “One thing at a time.”

“Okay.” He surrendered to you, into the embrace.

“Okay, maybe two things at a time,” you recounted. “First, your win. And this, second. Fuck, I really am your lucky charm, aren’t I?”

“You have a way of making things about you, _____,” he countered instead. But again, he surrendered to you. “But fuck yeah, you really are.”

“Everything’s falling into place for you, damn.” You hugged him tighter, leaving your cheek on his chest. “I’m so happy for you I could honestly cry but to save face, I will not.”

“Thank you, _____,” was his straight reply.

The vibration of his chest suddenly became the beeping alarm in your head on the proximity you two share. But no one was pulling away. Not you. You couldn’t.

Not when hugging him like this felt so good, so warm. So perfect.

You looked up to tease him about the fast beats of his heart, but as if you were caught in act, as if captured to an arrest, you stiffened when his eyes were already onto yours.

But no one was looking away. Again, it was not you. You couldn’t.

It didn’t take long ticks of seconds for you to feel the burning of your cheeks, pinks finally looming to your face. Yet still, you couldn’t, wouldn’t dare look away. And all this time, you were only thinking about how it was you who should look away, not realizing that he wasn’t moving either.

Because it couldn’t be him who would look away too.

It couldn’t be him who would unwrap his arms and pull away finally.

Despite all these thoughts, Jungkook knew that if no one let go, he could lean in. Fuck, he could. You were only a few centimeters away. He really would. He would yet he couldn’t so he stayed the same way you did.

Today was special. This was special.

Today was his.

“You guys have a ride?” Taehyung’s voice suddenly echoed from the locker room, making the both of you jump.

It was you who had to let go.

“Y-Yeah, Tae!” you shouted back.

“Alright,” Taehyung noted, exiting the room and moving past the two of you. He looked back to wink at you. “See you there, _____.”

You bit your lips.

“Really, ____?” Jungkook asked.

“He’s joking,” you defended.

“What is it you see in him anyway?” Jungkook still asked, ignoring your statement.

“Kook, you ask that about every guy I’ve been with,” you stated. “Nothing’s even happened between me and Tae. I just wanna fool around with someone. And everything I have with Yoongi is so close to coming to an end. So, I guess that one’s out the window.”

You waited for Jungkook to speak.

“For real, this time.”

“For real, this time?”

Your statements overlapped, except that Jungkook’s was a question. It was clear that he had enough of you saying the same thing over and over again.

You chuckled.

“Yes, Kook,” you assured. “And you know what? Let’s not talk about this. Today is your day!”

Jungkook chuckled at that, certain that you were only trying to move the discussion away.

“Get drunk as fuck and fuck who you wanna fuck tonight,” you kidded.

He looked down. “You’d think I would,” he mumbled under his breath so silently you barely heard something and you didn’t question it.

In bare silence, the best thing you could bring out was a wide smile on your lips you couldn’t bring to stop. It was enough for Jungkook to feel like he was on top of the world and he could only mentally curse at himself for feeling like this. It was just a smile anyway. Nothing big. Nothing big.

But his chest that barely caged his pumping heart could only do so much. He felt that even with you only a few inches away, you could feel the vibrations in the small space between the two of you.

He hoped it did.

All this over a smile which wasn’t anything big.

Nothing was ever a big deal until he felt your touch. Your fingers pulling at his fingers then upward to wrap them around his wrists quickly, gripping lightly higher and higher until you held onto his arms for balance, in order to tiptoe and kiss his cheek. You felt him tense.  

“Congratulations,” you said as you levelled with his stare, as if it was so simple.

It hadn’t been clear to Jungkook that it was you who leaned in.

“I hope you don’t mind,” you said when you figured he remained silent.

He shook his head. “Of course not.”

You bit your lower lip and indulged him into another tight hug, crossing your arms over his shoulders. And his, followed around your waist.

There were two chests hammering at that time.

No one could tell if it was their own or the other’s.

PRESENT, SECOND DAY OF PLAYOFFS…

Once the game is over, your arrival outside the visiting team’s locker room is one that could be classified as “a minute too late” but it’s the best thing you could do. The floods of college students and outsiders at all entrances and exits have made it impossible for you to get to the lockers as soon as the game ended.

You are left with an opened door, allowing you access to scan whoever’s left inside and no, Jimin’s not there anymore.

“Hey, _____.”

However, Taehyung is.

“Hey, Tae,” you greet back. “Is Jimin there?”

“I thought he left to come see you…” he trails, “but I do realize that that’s wrong now because you are here.”

“Nice,” you comment curtly.

“Hey, c’mon, now. Cut me some slack. I’m tired,” he says with a chuckle. “You don’t even look like you’re happy to see me.”

You quickly feel bad for how you responded to him. “Sorry,” you apologize.

He raises a brow then leans on the doorframe with crossed arms.

“For being rude,” you continue. “And for you know, the game.”

“Well, what can I say?” he says, ticking his head to the side. “You really are Jungkook’s lucky charm.”

You don’t answer, not really in the right state of mind to do so. Especially when Jungkook’s declaration of you as his lucky charm – that specific moment of your life –  is the one thing that’s been keeping your senses awake, having been replayed in your head for so many times amid the game until now.  

“Here I thought you could’ve been my lucky charm. Turns out, it’s just because we were on the same team back then,” he quips with a chuckle, wrapping a towel around his neck.

“Okay, Tae,” you breathe out, not knowing how to respond to him. “I gotta go look for him. Also, I am happy to see you.”

Taehyung gives you his most charming smile. “Go find him and tell him not to sulk.”

Meters at a turn of your heels, you see the doorstep for the home team’s locker room and some players are out there, loudly conversing. Before you could even pass by them, Namjoon, being apparently one of the players outside, doesn’t waste a second calling you.

“_____!” Namjoon shouts, making you turn. “Thanks for the good luck last night.”

You cringe. “Yeah, well…”

It doesn’t take him a full sentence to understand why. “Oh, yeah, fuck. I forgot. Sorry. And thank you. But also sorry ‘bout that. Sorry it turned out that way—which is a good thing for us but you know, sorry. Okay—I’ll stop.”

You shake your head. “That’s fine, I guess.” The best you could give is a small smile. “And congratulations, by the way!”

“Thank you!” is his quick response. “I’d hug you but I really haven’t… showered.”

“That’s fine,” you says, snickering a little.

The locker door opens and the players outside hoot because finally, it’d be their turn to shower. Of course, as though the universe has a way of telling you things, the locker room spews a newly-showered Jungkook. A Jungkook of red-tinted cheeks and drenched curls from the hot shower.

Suddenly, it’s quiet and Namjoon isn’t doing any saving.

So you try.

“C-Congratulations,” is your nervous congratulatory attempt.

And just as you think Jungkook would answer you, he doesn’t, not when his teammates round up to him and carry him on their arms to celebrate his successful contributions to the team. As it’s many of his runs that concluded their win.

You shift your gaze to Namjoon who’s just as dumbfounded as you. When you shake your head, he shrugs—the contributing factor to your decision to leave abruptly and find Jimin who still, hasn’t replied to any of your texts.

Fuck it.

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She’s So High: Chapter 8: B SIDE: ALTERNATE ENDING

Summary: 90’s karaoke and your snarky wit seem to have revived the charming side of one Bucky Barnes. Everything comes full circle the morning after. *RECORD SCRATCH SOUND* Except this is the B Side...see notes.  Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Warning(s): Smut 18+. Swearing. Kissing, Fingering (female), Oral Sex (female receiving), Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex. No beta reader so like...typos probs.  Word Count: xxx Notes: So @marvelous-meggi and @kyber-hearts-and-stardust-souls put the idea in my head when I first posted Chapter 8 of “What would have happened if they had gotten caught?” and I saw that maybe I would write this as sorta a B Side to this chapter. And Meggie tagged me today saying she was waiting still. AND while I was showering I had an idea. So....this happened. ORIGINAL chapter text is in italics. NEW chapter text is regular font. 

You’re taken aback by the bright wash of sunshine flooding the room as your eyes flutter open. A room that is clearly not your room. Your half-awake brain remembers the events of last night sluggishly. This is Bucky’s bed… which would explain the large arm draped across your middle.

You savor the warmth from the sunlight spilling across the bed coupled with the warmth radiating from his body next to you. The soft sheets caress your naked skin as you stretch your muscles; careful not to wake Bucky.

You study his face. All the tension it normally holds during the waking hours is absent. His hair is strewn across his pillow. His limbs, all but the one anchoring you to him, seem to be splayed in every direction. You crane your neck to see the clock.

“Fuck.” You allow another five minutes to enjoy the proximity with the man beside you before carefully sliding under his arm.

You curse once more for sleeping in this late but allow it remembering fondly why you were so exhausted. Bucky had woken you up throughout the night. The first time he had ground gently against your backside. He nearly came from the wanton whines that permeated your dreams. When you stirred awake, he slid into you from behind; relishing in how soaked you had been for him.

The second time you had protested a bit, citing lack of sleep. Not easily deterred, his mouth worked your breasts with lavish kisses. All complaints died on your tongue when his head disappeared under the covers with his apology of “just once more for me, darlin’?” You could have sworn you heard a series of knocks clearly coming from the room next door. All worry dissipated as Bucky tongue fucked you through not one but two more orgasms.

The third time was entirely your “fault”. You had woken with your throat parched. Returning from the bathroom with a glass of water, you noticed a tempting tent in the sheets. Thinking you’d have the element of surprise, you were certainly shocked (though not complaining), when things ended with you bent over the side of the bed with Bucky’s cock pounding you into the mattress.

You smirk at the memories, attempting to find your clothing from the night before. Quickly giving up, you opt for Bucky’s flannel as a dressing gown. You’d be able to start breakfast in privacy and come back in normal clothes once the team was awake. Which would be soon if you didn’t hurry; you thought, stealing a final glance back at Bucky’s sleeping form.

You’d settled on a batch of breakfast quiches for the team. You press play on your favorite playlist, letting it provide a pleasant background soundtrack. Once the egg mixture was ready, you could throw it in the oven and probably catch another half hour of lazy morning cuddles with Bucky.

All the vegetables were chopped and ready for the filling. The only problem was you couldn’t remember the ratio of cream to egg. Pulling open the cabinets you see the cookbook you need propped on one of the top shelves. Clearly someone else had used it last. You would never have put it so out of reach. You stand on your tip toes and attempt to swat it down from its elevated prison.

You must have been engrossed in getting the cookbook down because Bucky is able to silently creep into the kitchen. He enjoys watching you struggle; finding your little frustrated cursing adorable.

You see the cookbook teetering, almost within reach, when a pair of hands land on your hips. You freeze but relax once you smell the familiar scent of him behind you. His head drops on your shoulder for a quick kiss behind your ear; hands dipping under the hemline of the flannel.

“You skippin’ out on me, dollface?” He mumbles into your skin.

“I needed to get breakfast in the oven before everyone is up. I was gonna hop back in bed with you while it bakes.” You resume your struggle to get the cookbook down as Bucky chuckles at you. “Would you quit laughing at me?! I need this cookbook. I can’t remember the ratioooooooohh-”

Your reply turns to a moan. One of his hands detaches itself from its place on your hip, effortlessly grabs the cookbook, and tosses it on the island behind you; the other is occupied ever so softly stroking small circles into your clit. You collapse back down off your tip toes and let your weight fall back into his chest.

“Doll, you can’t go around stealing my shirts and making them look ten times sexier than I ever could.” His voice seems entirely unaffected but the sudden shift in mood. “I’m incredibly insecure and you’re showing me up.”

You can hear the smile in his words even if you weren’t feeling it in his lips which are now sloppily and lazily kissing up your neck. You sigh deeply, enjoying the teasing sensations he’s sending through your body.

“Buck-” you whine gently, remembering where you are. “Someone is gonna hear us.”

He pulls back from you to quickly jab at the volume button; increasing the music so others don’t hear you. “Then you better be quiet, sweetheart.”

Needing to see his eyes, you turn around to face him. His hair is mussed. It looks like he’s thrown on the same black jeans from the night before. They hang obscenely low on his hips unbuttoned. He’s deliciously shirtless.  Warmth from the bedroom still clings to his skin.

“I distinctly remember a grumpy old man yelling at me for too loud of music this early in the morning.”

The pressure on your clit relents only to feel a digit slide into your core slowly, his thumb takes up the circles on your clit.

“Come back to bed darlin’. Sleeping in isn’t as fun without you there.”

“I have to make breakfast-” Your reply is choked off by a particularly strong wave of pleasure as his finger pushes pressure onto your g-spot. You open your eyes only to see a perfectly smug and unbothered face. If you didn’t feel his motions deep inside your now pulsing cunt, you would have guessed he was almost bored.

You try again to defend your actions, “Everyone will go hungry if-”

With his eyes locked on yours he adds a second finger into you. “Fuck.” He cocks his head to the side slightly and gives you his best shit eating grin.

“You were saying?”

“I’m out of excuses.” You mold your lips to his, giving into the pleasurable sensations. You attempt to walk him backwards out of the kitchen towards the bedroom.

“Nuh uh,” he says with his mouth now sucking deep hickeys into your collar bone. “Wanna see you cum right here.”

You want to protest but the clench of your walls around his fingers betrays you before you can get a word out. You pant small breathy moans into his shoulder as he brings his lips to your ears.

“That’s it, darlin’. I can tell that turns you on.” You suppress another low moan and it comes out more of a whimper. “Knowin’ anyone could walk in… see you becoming a panting little mess stuffed with my fingers.”

At this point, you’re relying completely on Bucky for support; your legs have gone to Jell-O. “I can tell you’re close, doll. I feel you fluttering around me.”

The stretch and glide of Bucky’s fingers have you forgetting about the residual soreness. You bite your bottom lip; hoping it will keep you quiet enough. You’re ready to let go with your release-

“Holy fuck, Barnes!” You whine all vestiges of anger about him teasing you previously slipping away. “Don’t stop.”

His pace is measured and calculated hitting unrelenting on your g-spot with perfect pressure. Perhaps any other time you’d be embarrassed by the slick squelches coming from his motions but all you care about was that they didn’t cease.

“Oh I’m not stopping baby. You’re gonna cum for me right here,” his words are hot and low in your ear as your vision goes white. “And then I’m gonna spread your legs and have my breakfast.”

With those final words you’re a panting moaning mess into the crux of his neck and shoulder; cookbook and quiches long since forgotten while your release rips through you.

“Now I do fully appreciate the suave nature of that line you just laid on your lady there, Barnes; but can the both of you move this to a more suitable room?”

“Yeah like literally ANY other room!” Steve chimes in staring at the two of you pink faced and bug eyed.

“But maybe bleach the countertops first.”

“I’m not letting them get off that easy, Tony.” Steve stands with his shoulders squared, a giant wall of muscle blocking the escape. “ James Buchanan Barnes! Agent! What the hell were you thinking? Engaging in…”

“Fucking seems more apt a word”

Steve presses on ignoring Tony’s interjection. “Being intimate in shared common spaces. Did you want to get caught?”

Perhaps it was the tingles of aftershocks still moving through you but you felt your pussy throb as Steve voiced aloud the very words about the situation you were in. Tony, ever the joyful observer of others misery, locks eyes with you. Whatever state of flushed you were went a shade darker at him noticing your state of rekindled arousal. There was something about being caught that just shot jolts straight to your core. You knew it was risky but that was half the fun. Now to have Steve calling you out on the very thing that turned you on really only amplified the situation between your legs.

“I mean anyone could have walked around the corner at any second to see Bucky and you.”

You can’t help but shift your thighs back and forth aching to get back to Bucky’s room and let him finish his earlier promise.

Tony raises and eyebrow before speaking. “I think they’ve had enough lecturing, Cap. But just think about how much worse it would have been if we came in any later.”

“Yeah yeah we get it,” Bucky comes to your rescue, placing his hand in the small of your back to nudge you back to his room. You quickly duck under Steve’s arm, out of the kitchen hoping Bucky is right behind you. You turn only to see Tony pull him aside, no doubt for one more talking to.

***

“Look, hear me out and try to remember I’m only saying this for your benefit as I’m obviously off the market,” Tony says to Bucky while wiggling his wedding band clad finger. “That girl has a thing and it’s a thing you need to look into.”

“A thing?” Skepticism clouds his voice.

“Obviously get her consent but I think you have a bit of an exhibitionist on your hands there Buckaroo.”

***

“We’re gonna be late.”

You can’t help but laugh as he pushes you into the more discreet alley behind Pastimes; pinning you beneath his strong frame while he assaults your neck with wet kisses.

“Let them wait. I haven’t seen my girl all day.”

Nips and pecks turn to hot, open mouthed kiss and gasping embraces. His fingers quickly trace the cleft between thigh more needing places of yours. You mouth a silent thanks that you’d worn a skirt tonight.

“Bucky, we should go a bit further into the alley.”

“Should we?” His words might as well have been a growl. “Afraid we’ll get caught again, little one?”

He pulls your panties aside and presses into your wetness.

“I’d love it if Stevie came out looking for us and caught you stuffed with my fingers, mid-orgasm once more.”

There’s no hiding the tattletale clench of your walls and renewed gush of slick.

“Maybe he’d give you another lecture about proper conduct and soiling the good Avengers name. But you just can’t help it. You love me finger fucking you where anyone could see us. Don’t you?”

You’re certain he’d wanted to force your response but the sudden turn in your boyfriends demeanor was all too much for you. With his question and recent push of fingers inside your tight channel you’ve gone and cum; walls fluttering, eyes going shut, body tensing in Bucky’s arms.

“Holy shit, doll. Just from that?”

You nod sheepishly at him once the afterglow of your release sets in and you can think again.

“I can’t wait to see what else you can do, darling.” He kisses you gently on the forehead and then the lips before helping you get straightened up. “Now let’s go sing some karaoke.”

Bucky plops down across the booth next to Sam like nothing out of the ordinary just occured. You attempt to make conversation with Wanda but you find it hard to focus after Bucky’s little surprise. Your eyes wander and meet his across the booth. They glint playfully. Your gaze moves to his hand holding his drink. Two of the fingers are obviously coated in your slick. Noticing your gaze, he moves the finger up to his mouth and licks it clean. You let out an uncontrolled gasp.

“You okay there?” Tony says. You pry your eyes away from Bucky’s face you manage a nod. You refuse to look back at him, knowing full well he’s got the largest shit eating grin plastered on his face. Just this once you let him have it; he’s earned it.  

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It’s Friday, you know what that means, Blades react post. (Quick one before movies for mother’s birthday, though.)

TRAIN HEIST TRAIN HEIST TRAIN HEIST. OF A TRAIN. COOOOOL.

And the Gut-Cutters! Man I love the Gut-Cutters. :D Mumbles looking to Lilith for when to stab! Kasimir and Bug’s mutual respect! Excited child playing with the smoke bomb at the worst time possible! Singing and coloring books with Edvard! and Bug’s tiny crush on Zillah is so fucking cute oh my god I love it.

Kasimir and Barnaby have the greatest odd-friendship two-man comedy troupe thing going on this season? I crack up every time they interact, I really hope we get a duo for them at some point. Edvard’s train joy was so fitting and beautiful. Zillah refusing to let the skinny boys go in alone. Lilith successfully pulling a hitman, bringing things around full circle from episode one! This is just a string of things I loved this episode at this point. It was so much fun. I need to rewatch again, I think, to really take everything in, but it was a DELIGHT.

I definitely thought we were going to the barricade this episode, so I’m curious when that’s going to happen. Season finale maybe? I also think I need to rewatch Depths and Horrors for the lore info, because I feel like I missed something in one of those lore dumps -- I kind of thought the barrier was the ghost field, whoops. But a full-episode train heist was a glorious idea. Really curious what happens next time too, cause this could be horrifying, depending on where it goes.

Curious about Eleanor pushing them; I still think Eleanor’s going to turn out to be on the level, but I wonder if there’s going to end up being friction between her and the gang nonetheless. Also wondering if we’re gonna get a breather episode that’s just for profit, maybe after the Dimmers. (Or maybe they’ll be working on that and then Dimmers will happen.)

Fic idea watch:

- I think this is player memory and not a sign of missing something, but I’m pretty sure they were even with the Gutcutters last time they showed up, so I kind of want to write a missing job where they helped them out in the early part of the six-month timeskip.

- Also just. rekindling my desire to write Mumbles and/or Bug hanging around with the gang. Possibly with the others as well.

- Still want things to come of Kasimir being haunted and Barnaby’s foxspirit and them bringing it up and elaborating on the ghost made that desire stronger. Also still want them to go full 5/5 hauntings.

- For like. half a second I thought Lilith was gonna scare off the desert scavengers by pulling down her hood? and now I want that. And somebody sees. Awkward revelations on a speeding stolen train!

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When in Neverland: The Choice

As promised here is he first one shot of my Neverland One Shot series! There will be some angst, lots of fluff and most importantly smut! Hope you enjoy!

When Pan captures Neal and Killian how will Emma get them back? And how will that change things?

Rated M

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“No, David, you read the note. It said come alone, I’m not risking their lives any further by not following his instructions,” Emma reasoned with her father. “I’ve got this. You guys just keep focusing on Henry.”

“Why is he even doing this? What could he possibly want with them? What is he doing, creating his own island version of the bachelorette featuring the one and only savior and her two school girl crushes?” Regina snarked crossing her arms. Everyone scowled in her direction.

“Seriously, Regina not now,” Snow pleaded rolling her eyes while stepping forward, completing the circle in the center of their camp.

“I shouldn't be gone more than an hour or so. Pan wants us to shift our focus away from Henry. Don’t give him that. Keep searching for him, I’ll be back soon, hopefully with two more members of our team,” Emma added before taking off into the forest, following the map Pan provided. Whatever he wanted, whatever game he was about to play, she was gonna be ready. Even though Emma had mentally prepared for the rescue mission she was still physically exhausted. Every fiber of her being ached. Even though they had been in Neverland for two weeks now, Emma was far from used to the terrain and constant stress that came with living on the island. The only thing that had been occupying her mind was Henry, up until last night when the jack ass flying man child kidnapped the other two men in her life. Why does this always happen to her? Would she ever get a break? She pondered the mess that was her life as she peered through some branches. There hanging before her was her first love, Neal and the man who had volunteered his heart, ship and services all to save her son. Killian and Bae were hanging in wooden crates several feet in the air. They looked rough. Sleep weighed heavy on their eyelids as they both leaned against the bamboo bars. She couldn't help but worry about them. Did they sleep at all? Have they eaten? Had anything to drink in the last twelve hours? She swore if there was one scratch on either of their heads she would end this evil piece of shit. Speaking of that crazy man child, he was nowhere to be found. Surely he wouldn't leave his hostages unattended like this.

“Took you long enough, Savior,” Pan smiled deviously just feet behind her. Emma jumped slightly when she heard his prepubescent voice cut through the humid air. He circled around her with his arms crossed, slowly inching towards her. Emma’s presence must have awakened Killian who was sleeping in the cage.

“Emma! Get out of here! Don’t listen to him. Save your boy, take the Jolly and go home!” Hook shouted quickly from his pen. His yelling stirred Neal while Pan let out a devish cackle.

“Emma!” Neal hollered grasping tightly to the wooden bars.

“Let them go!” She demanded firmly. She was surprised when Pan didn't say anything. His motives were not always apparent but what he wanted in the moment was almost always clear. “What do you want, Pan?”

“Choose one,” He so simply state, his beady little eyes staring into her very soul.

“Choose one what?” She implored her arms bulging through her shirt as she crossed them again. Pan shifted his eyes from her to his two prisoners. He stared,  watching her mind work as his words finally clicked. Pan wanted her to choose Neal or Hook.

“Choose one? I’m not gonna choose one, you sick twisted son of a bitch! What are you going to do kill the other?!” Emma yelled at Pan now standing just yards away from her. Her heart was breaking. She caught a glimpse of Killian through the bars. There was something in his eyes that she couldn't identify. It was worry with a hint love, and that scared her. Neal on the other hand just looked scared.

“Oh, please have a little faith, Emma. I’m not that devious,” He chuckled inching towards them. “Choose the one you love and I’ll let them go.”

“Who says I love either of them?” She remarked, lifting a single eyebrow.

“Well I know that's not true. It has to be Neal, right? He was your first love, the father of your child, not the pirate who pines for you hell set on revenge. But then again, you kissed him and not your baby daddy, right?” The 300 hundred year old teenager taunted looking for a reaction. Emma sighed hard now understanding Pan’s plan. He always had his reasons and she was starting to figure out that this time was no different. He wanted to create a wedge and it was working. A fire set in Neal’s eyes, shaking the bars.

“You kissed him? After telling me you wished I was dead?! How could you do this to me? To us? To Henry?!” Neal screamed at her.

“Don’t speak to her that way!” Killian defended, snapping at him.

“Don’t bring Henry into this!” She pleaded, still standing strong.

“Stay out of this pirate this is family matters!” Bae snarked rudely, quickly turning his head in disgust.

“Hey, he doesn't have to be here! He’s risking his life for our son!” Emma reminded him.

“Oh please, Emma he’s not risking his life for Henry, he is risking his life for you!”

“And that supposed to make him look bad? He's willing to die for me and our son, you wouldn't even go to jail for me! He's done more for me in two weeks then you have your whole life so stop acting all heroic,” She yelled.

“Come on, Emma can’t you see what everyone else can see? He’s just trying to get into your pants! He’s a pirate!” Neal barked gesturing towards Hook.

“Bae, please. Can’t you see what he's trying to do? He’s just trying to pit us against one another to distract us from Henry. Let's stay focused on what matters,” Killian pleaded with him.

“Don’t tell me what’s important!” Neal rudely replied.

“Tick tock, Savior. Admit the one you love. Fail to do so and I’ll kill them both,” Pan smiled.

“God, you disgusting piece of shit I'm not thinking about my love life I'm here for Henry!”

“Oh come on Emma don't pretend you haven't been drooling over him whenever this forest gets just a little too hot. I see everything. Even you seem to get a little too hot and bothered when Hook strips down to just his leather pants.  I don’t remember you having that reaction to Baelfire,” Pan stirred the pot looking for a reaction.

“Emma don’t listen to him just go! Go find your boy and leave!” Hook tried to convince her.

“Killian!” Emma shouted loudly at the top of her voice. So loud that she was sure her family on the other side of the island could have heard her. Hook lifted an eyebrow in confusion while Pan smirked.

“Love?” He questioned timidly.

“I chose, Killian,” Emma finished, her gaze still locked with the one handed man whose jaw was currently dropped to the ground. And like clock work both the wooden cages flew open and Pan disappear completely without a trace.

The walk back to camp was completely silent. Not a single word was spoken between them but you could feel the uncomfortable tension in the air. When her family asked she just made up some bull shit story about having to pass a test to get them back. Which wasn't all a lie. She just had no desire to go into to detail about what had just transpired between the three of them. Her parents seemed to buy the story which was nice but Regina on the other hand didn't seem to believe her, but she seemed too tired to pick a fight.

“Shit, I think we are almost out of firewood. Neal would you mind going out a getting some?” The Prince asked from across the steadily dying fire while cooking a few fish they had caught earlier.

“Sure, no problem,” He replied, grunting a little as he stood up.

“Actually, take Hook with you. No one should be alone in these woods. Especially now that it’s getting dark,” He added completely oblivious to the awkward glances and his mortified daughter.

“No worries, mate. Back in a jiff,” Killian smiled at Emma and she tried to hide the grin she flashed back. Neal watched her blush as they both disappeared into the forest. They uncomfortably walked side by side until Killian broke the silence.

“Look, mate, about what happened today I don’t want things to be awkward between us. I know you and Emma have a lot of history and I,” Hook began but was quickly cut off by Neal.

“Why would it be awkward?” Neal questioned picking up some wood from the ground.

“Well because of what Emma said today. The answer to the Pan’s proposition,” Killian answered.

“Wait you don’t know?” He asked as a matter of fact.

“Know what?” Hook worried.

“Emma didn't tell you?” Neal finished with a small yet satisfied smile.

“No I guess not.”

“Look, Killian Emma only said what she said to throw Pan off and get inside his head,” He told.

“What are you talking about, Bae?” Killian cocked his head to the side.

“Emma and I have actually rekindled our old flame so to speak. Ever since you all rescued me from Echo Caves we’ve kind of picked up where we left off. Neither one of us have been able to keep our hands off of one another since,” Neal smiled watching Hook’s face drop.

“Oh, I’m sorry I just thought… I guess I don’t know what I thought. But I’m happy for you guys. It will be nice for Henry to have his parents together when we find him. You all deserve to be happy, to be a family,” He gave a fake smile before clearing his throat.

“Thanks, man I appreciate it,” Neal smirked before bending down to pick up the last piece of firewood.

“We should get back. They are probably almost out of wood.” Killian’s heart went from overwhelming with joy to crushed in a million pieces in just a matter of seconds. He was foolish to think that a woman like Emma actually had any real interest in him. Of course it was all a ploy to distract that little demon. After all she was the bloody Savior and he was just a no good pirate. When they returned with arms full of wood she could see the misery in his face. She kept trying to get him to make eye contact across the fire but had no such luck. Moments later he complained of fatigue from the stressful day and mopped to his tent before he could even eat dinner. Emma wondered what could have changed so drastically in the twenty minutes he was gone?

That night Emma barley got an hour of sleep which she was used to, but tonight it was for a different reason. Usually she tossed and turned worrying about her son, but now both Henry and Killian flooded her mind. What could have Neal said to him to make him so cold and distant? She practically admitted that she had feelings for him and he hasn't even said a word! Emma had tried to summon the courage for the last few hours but just never felt like it was the right time. Maybe it will all be fine tomorrow she thought.

CS

“David and I are going to head West to hunt. Regina, Rumple, and Neal head East to gather supplies. We are gonna need everything we can get for our mission tomorrow. Emma and Killian stay here and break down camp. We leave at dusk. Hopefully by the time we get back Tink will have held up her end of the bargain and we can get Henry and get off this damn island,” Snow ordered. Emma hoped that this alone time between them would give them a chance to talk without the watchful eyes of her family. Everyone broke away heading in different direction as Killian walked over to one of the tents. His eyes never left the ground as he began to break apart the makeshift shelter. Why hasn't he said anything or initiated any sort of contact? She went round and round trying to come up with a killer conversation starter or anything that would get him to open up. After a couple minutes she finally found the courage to make the first move.

“You know, when we get back home there's a place on 14th and Main that has the best lobster on the eastern seaboard. Maybe we could go there sometime?” Emma mentioned, trying desperately to get anything out of him. He looked so empty and lost. It shattered her very soul seeing him this way. Was it something she said yesterday? Or something she did? Killian dropped what he was doing and slowly walked over to her. The anticipation nearly killed her as he strode across the camp.

“Don't patronize me, love. I know when this is all over you're going to go back to Neal and I don't blame you. He's the father of your son, your first love. You don't have to sugarcoat it. You owe me nothing. You don't have to let me down easy. I'm sure once you get back home you'll be thankful to have me out of your hair,” Hook muttered, finally looking her in the eyes.

“Killian, what…,” She tried to interject.

“It’s okay, Swan. A pirate is not necessarily the best role model for a 12 year old boy. I understand, you don’t have to explain yourself or your choices to me or to anyone,” He sighed, the sadness weighing heavy on his heart. Emma leaned in close covering his lips with hers. It was nothing like their first kiss. This one wasn't rushed or lost in passion. It was slow and tender. The feel of his lips on hers and the smooth texture of his leather collar was intoxicating. She could feel his love for her on his lips as she slid his fingers through his hair resting on the nape of his neck. Her heart soared, but as soon as the kiss deepend Hook pulled away.

“I would rather never have your heart, then have to share it with another man,” Killian uttered against her lips. She was so confused. What more could she do to show this man how she truly felt about him?

“Killian, I chose you,” Emma smiled up at him her hands still on his muscular chest. She could physically see some of the stress and worry melt from his face but confusion still was present in his eyes.

“But I thought… Neal said you two rekindled your old flame. He said you've been together since we rescued him in the Echo Caves,” Hook admitted.

“What? That son of a bitch! That's why you've been acting so distant lately? But when Pan asked who I would choose I said you!” She fumed, so angry at the lies that Neal had spread.

“He convinced me that you only picked me to throw off Pan,” Killian finished staring at the ground.

Oh, Killian I’m so sorry. What a fucking prick! I can’t believe he said that to you!” Emma ranted. As soon as Neal got back to camp she was gonna let him have it.

“So you didn't sleep with him? He implored, not sure if he was going to like the answer.

“Sleep with him? Killian, the last time Neal and I had sex was when I was 17 years old. Nothing, absolutely nothing has been going on between Neal and I, nor will there ever,” She reassured him while she comfortingly caressed him arms as Killian sighed a breath of relief.

“I'm sorry you were put through that. I would never play with your heart like that. Come here,” Emma apologized, pulling him in close. Her arms reached around his neck as she felt his hook and hand slid across her low back. After all this time he was finally holding her. His Swan was in his arms where she belonged. And it only took nearly three centuries to get there! Hook could feel her begin to pull back. But Emma’s hand stayed firmly on the back of his neck, dragging him into another kiss. They both melted into the other and felt their hearts beat as one. He buried his hand in her golden tresses, anchoring himself to her curly locks.

“Ever since our first kiss all I could think about was doing that again,” Hook mumbled between pecks. He let his hand wonder from the smooth skin of her back to the top of her ass as he smiled against her lips.

“Then let's not waste anymore time,” She smiled, nipping at his bottom lip. Emma set a fire in him like no woman before could. She was everything he wanted and more. She was strong, kind, passionate, loyal. And she wanted him. From the first moment he set his eyes on her he knew that she was the one. Emma made him want to be more than just a pirate. She made him want to be a better man. Like maybe he still could be redeemed after decades of villainous activities. Her hands traveled from the back of his neck down to his muscular pecs. His coarse chest hair was peeking out from his leather vest as she smoothed her hands over the curls. Emma moved to push his jacket off his shoulders and listened to it fall to the ground. Her hands then dropped to to his laces sitting in the front of his leather pants. She pressed herself against him and immediately felt what her ministrations were doing to him. Without warning Killian pulled away. She looked into his eyes with worry, wondering if she said or did something wrong.

“Emma, love, I made myself a promise that if I ever got the chance to touch you think this I would do it right,” Hook confessed smoothing his thumb over the apple of her cheek. “You Emma Swan deserve everything. A bed, dinner, candle light, and proper courting. Not fucking in a hot humid forest surrounded by bugs and lost boys. I want to give you everything. You deserve everything,” Killian vowed as she smiled up at him through her long thick lashes. She chewed her bottom lip as she listened to all the sweet things he had to say. Emma knew that under that hard leather exterior he was just a big soft romantic. Even though he had a past, Killian treated her better than any man she had ever been with. He made her feel safe and cared for and defended her at all cost. That’s why it was crazy to her that he couldn't see how truly wonderful he was.

“How about you let me decide what I deserve because to me what I deserve is standing In front of me. Did you ever stop and think that you're enough, Killian Jones? Were you ever told that? There will be so much time for dinner and beds and dates later. Right now I just want you,” Emma promised, locking her eyes with his. Making sure he knew every word was true. With gusto Hook attacked her lips. Their tongues dueled for dominance as he pressed her up against a nearby tree. Emma’s hands went right back to his laces, frantically undoing his trousers. Killian moaned into her mouth when he felt her small soft hand grasp his length.

Feverishly she moved her hand up and down his shaft, up and down, up and down, driving him crazy with want.

“Emma, love, you have to stop,” Killian growled into the crook of her neck. Hook kissed down the column of her throat leading down to the tops of her bosoms. He traced his hook and hand to the seam of her tank top before dragging it up her long torso. It soon joined his leather jacket a few feet away from them as they went back to their passionate makeout. Then without warning he dropped to his knees in front of her. At first she didn't understand where it was headed but as soon as Killian began unbuttoning her jeans she started to connect the dots.

“Killian, you don’t have to,” Emma pleaded with the dark haired scoundrel kneeling before her. She wasn't used to people offering something like this. And usually she never asked, it being such an intimate act. But she had a feeling about Killian and thought maybe she should try something new.

“Shhh,” He cut her off smiling up at her as he kissed down her stomach. Killian slowly leg by leg peeled her jeans off so she was just left in her bra and panties. He could smell her feminine scent just inches away from him. Her panties were dripping, practically soaked with her arousal and it was driving Killian mad with need.

“Fuck, Emma, you’re intoxicating,” He moaned nipping at insides of her thighs. She let out a little giggle between her labored breaths.

“That’s not quite the reaction I was hoping for. Did I do something wrong?” Hook cocked his head to the side.

“God no, I’m just ticklish. Your beard is… Fuck!” Emma moaned. She was cut off by the feeling Killian’s mouth on her lace covered folds. Even though the sensation was muted it still felt absolutely amazing. Emma knew she was in for the ride of a lifetime. Using his teeth and hook he dragged her black panties down her legs. She could feel his breath inches away from center as he guided her left leg over his shoulder. He pressed the flat of his tongue to her already soaking folds, licking a long stripe up to the bundle of nerves between her legs, before sucking her clit into his mouth. Emma loved the way she could feel his teeth scrape over the sensitive skin while she arched her back against the rough bark of the tree. He moaned into her satin core. The vibrations sent shivers all throughout her body. She had never felt so used and yet so satisfied, and she hadn't even come yet. She threaded her fingers through his dark locks keeping him exactly where she needed him. Emma could feel her climax quickly approaching. Never had any man gotten her there that fast. Greedily he lapped at her sweet essence, gorging himself on her as if it were his last meal while he drew lazy circles over her clit. Her first release slammed into her without warning.

“Killian!” She cried as she came down from her high. Hook kissed back up her body stopping back at her lips. Emma could taste herself on his tongue. Usually something like that would repulse her but for some reason it just fueled the fire deep in her belly. She reached for his laces once again, ripping them without a care. Soon the rest of their clothes joined the pile just feet from them. Without pause Killian lifted her up, pinning her against the tree. Emma locked her legs just over the small of his back. She could feel every ripple of his muscles as he tangled his fingers in her golden tresses. He dug his hook into the bark just above her head for leverage as she kissed his well defined jawline. He looked into her gorgeous green eyes almost as if he was asking for permission.

“Emma, love, are you sure?” Hook checked with love in his eyes. His gaze scared her. It was so honest and sincere. She wasn't used to such raw emotions. Her first instinct was to run but her heart made her stay. She wasn't gonna let herself ruin another moment between them.

“Yes. Killian Jones, Captain Hook, I want you,” She smiled. That was all the permission he needed. His arm wrapped around her while pressing his weight against her, igniting a kiss that mimicked the first one they’d recently shared. Emma’s pulse pounded erratically as her mouth followed his in a pattern she hoped she wouldn’t forget. The world around them melted away as he slid effortlessly into her welcoming heat. Their moans danced and mingled with each other just under the tree line. He set a punishing pace as they toed the line between fucking and making love. Her hands clawed anxiously at his biceps as he thrusted deeper into her. She knew the scratches on her back would be difficult to explain but she couldn't bring herself to care.

“I'll never grow tired of this, your skin, your smell, your moan,” He growled into her ear. She could hear the strain in his voice. Emma knew they both had to be close. He fucked her with abandon until she saw stars. And with one final thrust she found her realse that sent shivers down her spine. Hook wasn't far behind, spilling his seed into her as his hips began to still. Neither of them moved for several moments. They just stared into each other's eyes until they caught their breaths.

“I guess Pan was right about one thing,” Emma buried her head smiling in the crook of his neck.

“And what was that?” Killian asked nervously.

“You do look damn good in those leather pants.”

Hope you enjoyed and sorry it took so long!

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