#yn definitely did not climb over the wall

[dynamimight]

if i write something now it is going to be so bridgerton queen charlotte coded like literally a bridgerton episode

[bangtaninborderland]

JHS - Twisted Feelings (9)

Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.

Warning: mentions of threat, blackmail?

A:N: you can find a layout image of YNS apartment at the end! Just for easier reading I’m marking any English in ITALICS, I wasn’t going to update BUT I had a little free time I leave to see yoongi next week so this will probably be the last update until I’m back!

Ch.08| Masterlist | Ch.10

When you got home it was dark, you ate, showered and climbed into bed. You were intent on turning your phone off for the night, wanting to disconnect from the world but the reminder that Hobi had asked you to let him know you got home safe stopped you.

You reached across the bed to grab the device, bridging up his contact chat.

YN: got home safe, thank you.

HS: You don’t have to thank me, did you eat?

YN: Yeah, did you?

HS: I did, had a luxurious pot of ramen.

YN: wow you really live the rich life.

HS: only the best of the best, nothing beats the reduced section in the convenience store. 🍜

YN: I’ll have to try it someday. 🤞🏻

YN: oh no

HS: What’s wrong?

YN: I still have your shirt I was planning to return it today but with all the drama it slipped my mind, I’ll give it back tomorrow I’m so sorry.

HS: Keep it.

YN: I couldn’t do that, it’s far too valuable.

HS: I eat cheap sale section ramen, I don’t have much a care about money nor the value of possessions. I liked the shirt, I brought it, I wore the shirt, you needed the shirt, I gave it to you.

YN: I don’t like taking things from people.

HS: You’re too much like Yoongi Hyung. Don’t think about it too much, if I want the shirt back I’ll ask. For now, take care of it for me. Okay? :)

YN: okay, thank you. :]

HS: Im heading home now, I’ll see you tomorrow if we cross paths after your class with Jungkook. Go easy on him.

YN: I’ll try to! Go safely, Goodnight.

HS: Goodnight. 😇

You shuffled over onto your other side, shoving your phone under your pillow before wrapping the covers around yourself.

Today definitely had been one of the worst for a while, you had this sickening feeling. You’d only been working there a few days and so much had happened already, it made you really think about the things they would go through, the things they had been through the duration of their career thus far. Maybe you could ask Jungkook, he seemed to like you. Maybe Hoseok would tell you but you postponed the idea for now, the worry of upsetting them or seeming overly invested was probably a bad take right now.

You let yourself drift off, your brain reluctantly shutting off the thought of who could be threatening you. The dark boundless space of sleep provides you with some much-needed rest.

Or so you hoped.

Your alarm went off at 6 am, normally you’d groan and ignore it for a few minutes but today you were already awake, tracing patterns in the white walls after a restless night. Nightmares occupy your dreams, a faceless figure attacking you at your childhood home. Fitting for the current situation.

You dressed down today, black slacks and a black shirt to match. Not feeling interested in putting together an award-winning outfit, you were already exhausted there was no need to spend any extra energy on things that didn’t require it.

You were nearly ready when the faint sound of your phone vibrating stopped you, the initials JJK on the screen.

“Hello?” You picked up, resting the phone between your cheek and shoulder as you put your socks on.

“Noona?” Jungkook called, it sounded as if he was whispering. “Are you busy?”

“I’m getting ready to come in now, is everything okay?”

“Don’t come into the company, it’s really busy and there are reporters outside.” He explained you could hear voices in the back although you were unable to make out who.

You considered following his advice but decided against it, work is where you should be. “I should still come in, we are supposed to have a lesson today.”

“We can still have it, I talked to the managers and they agreed it’s okay to have it at vision.”

“What’s that?” You checked through your bag, making sure you had everything necessary to teach.

“It’s somewhere we use a lot, it’s a cafe. The managers know the owners, it’s safe.” It makes sense why you’d never heard of it, cafes weren’t your go-to.

You hummed in response. Sliding your card into your purse. “Send me the address and I’ll get a taxi there.”

“It’s okay.” He laughed. “The manager can pick you up, they said we will go past your address anyway.”

His voice sounded different through the phone, if you hadn’t seen him face to face before you’d never pictured he looked the way he did. His bright eyes and soft expressions not matching the rough voice he had. It was most likely from their recent rehearsals, you’d known other idols to lose their voice especially when rehearsing for a tour. “Sure, just send me a text when you’re downstairs and I’ll come right out.”

“Sounds good, bye Noona.”

“Bye.” You dropped your phone at the sound of the call ending, you wouldn’t have enough time to eat breakfast but admittedly that was your fault. Besides, it’s not like Jungkook would mind you eating at the cafe - well you hoped. You still found yourself feeling unsure at the lines between you all. You were a staff member and technically they were your boss or at least they were more valued, what they wanted was what you give them, that is if you want to keep your job.

You finished up both your hair, skincare and make-up in 25 minutes which definitely was a new kind of personal record, you knew you had unanswered messages from NaRae but she would understand that things in your life had picked up suddenly.

The only call you were waiting on was from Jungkook so when your phone went off you were positive it was him, not even glancing at the name before accepting.

Deep breaths filled the line, almost as if someone had been running for an extended period of time. You pulled it back only to see a no-caller ID message.

“Who is this?” You weren’t one to get scared easily but this was different, you felt too aware even more so when the heavy breathing was the only response given to you. “Hello? I asked who is this?”

The voice was distorted giving you no clues to their identity. “Stay away from them.” You didn’t ask who, you knew what it was about, running over to your windows you looked around.

Seeing nothing out of the ordinary you put the phone back to your ear, perching yourself on the kitchen stool. “I don’t know who you are but this has to stop, I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

“You’re a liar, I don’t know why they would employ you. What if I told them about Jung-woo.” You felt your heart drop at the name you hadn’t heard for years, the incident being one of your most traumatic. “I know all sorts of things about you. I want you to help me find all sorts of things too. When I call you better answer or I’ll make sure everyone knows about you.”

You didn’t have time to respond before the call was over, you didn’t know if you had the ability to. You hadn’t heard that name in years, distant memories from your childhood creating an unsettling storm without you.

You wanted to call Narae, tell her about it, try to figure out who knew and how but you didn’t have time, you watched the familiar black car pull into your building and a text notification light up your screen.

JJK: outside Noona.

YN: coming!

You weren’t sure if you could make it to the car without throwing up, you’d never felt more regret about work. Your sullen face was a deep contrast to the grin Jungkook was wearing, clearly in a good mood.

You greeted both him and the manager as you got into the backseat of the car your seat beside the singers, you noticed your hands shaking as you clipped on the seatbelt but still forced a smile. “How are you today Noona?”

“I’m fine. I thought we could take a simple English test today it’s an online one and it will allow me to see where we should start. Do you know the alphabet?” You tried to seem as professional as possible even with your worried mind.

The younger laughs, nodding. “I know the alphabet I’m not that far behind.”

You laughed with him, yours much more half heated than his. “It’s important for me to know, it’s like someone learning Korean without knowing Hangul. It wouldn’t work.”

“I suppose so, although you could still learn the meaning of words and how to say them through videos.” He countered, his head resting against the window.

“Ah but imagine how much easier it would be if they learned Hangul and then could read and pronounce them without the videos. You won’t be able to watch videos on stage which is why it’s good to understand and be able to speak even basic English.” You explained, folding your fingers against themselves.

“I guess but is there like an easy way that I can become really good at it? I want the hyungs to be surprised.” You found his take endearing, you could see from your position that they were all close. “It must be fun to know English.”

“It’s become very normal to me now, I do prefer doing everything in Korean though.” It was much easier, even if you did have an extensive understanding of the English language.

“Can we talk in English?” He was so excited and it was your job to indulge them in any teacher matter, you smiled at him and nodded. Your brain seemed to filter out once you said hello in English.

You wanted to take notes but the bumpy car ride would have made them a mess so instead you formed a mental diary ready to take note of his current abilities. “What are you doing today?”

“I am taking class for studying English!” You loved his enthusiasm, his accent a clear mix of false American and Korean. “With teacher.” He tacks on.

You giggle at his grand gesture to you. “Good! Now can you tell me your favourite things?”

“I like…” he trailed off looking around for something to point out. “Oh, I like art!” He pointed out the window to a mural that had been painted along the side of a building. “I wish I could get out and take pictures” he mumbled in Korean, a sadness to his tone.

“Why, we can ask to stop?” You continued in English.

He shook his head. “No, busy, lots of people can look.” It was clear English wasn’t the most difficult for him, seeming to have a good grasp of the language, certain letters could be pronounced softer but somehow his choice of tone fit his personality. The exposure to it whilst they spent time overseas definitely had helped give them an advantage when it came to learning. “Unsafe.”

“Maybe you could come back later at night and take some?” You hoped your solution fixed his dulled excitement but it just drew a deep sigh from him.

“I guess.”

“Do you ever feel like you miss things?” You couldn’t stop yourself before the question was out. “Don’t answer that if you feel uncomfortable I’m sorry if that was over the line.”

He rushed to answer. “No no it’s fine, I don’t like to be sad because I’m privileged. I get to experience so many wonderful things and meet so many wonderful people but sometimes I wish I enjoyed the simple things in life, taking a walk on the street, going for a meal, going to see a movie.”

You could understand the wish, it was simple and yet for someone who had so much money and the ability to do so many extraordinary things there were so many simple ones that he just couldn’t have. Things money couldn’t buy. “I can’t relate to it but I do understand. It’s okay to feel sad about things though, sad emotions are okay as much as thankfulness.”

He gave you a nod. “I can see why Hobi Hyung likes you so much. You’re kind. We are here by the way.”

The sudden revelation threw you off, it was nice to be liked. It was a quaint area, there was no foot traffic. You could see why it appealed to the members. “It’s nice here.”

“Let me take the bag.” He held his hand out and you handed it over, thankful to give your shoulder a break from the weight, even if it was for a few minutes books are heavy. “You should try the cake they have here, it is so fresh.”

“They bake it fresh?” Many of the cafes in Seoul despite being trendy and cute usually had a funky taste, it was rare to find a fresh cafe.

“Fresh?” He looked at you for a few seconds before seemingly understanding what you meant. “Yes. It’s the best, I’ll buy us one for the trouble.” He laughs holding the door open.

True to his word - and your refusal - he brought you both cake and a coffee that was 3 sizes too big. The lesson had gone smoothly, Jungkook understood most things and tried hard to understand others. The earlier call dance around the outskirts of your brain, the distorted voice coming back now and again.

You knew you should tell the management but the threat of no name exposing something so private made you hesitant, instead you settled on calling NaRae once you got back home. The manager returned three hours later to pick you both up, dropping you off before taking Jungkook to the company. The younger explained that he had some work to finish.

You ran into the convenience store down the street, grabbing some snacks, gimbap and ramen. Dinner would have to be quick tonight, you’d already called NaRae who said she would come over right away after hearing your worried tone and you didn’t want to keep her waiting.

You arrived home, a knock following just after you’d taken your shoes off. You opened it to find a slightly tired-looking NaRae who offered you a plastic bag before stepping inside. “You look like you went to a funeral, why is your outfit so…sad?”

You ignored her comment brushing it off with an eye roll. “What’s this?” You peeked inside, slowing the door with your foot. “Food?”

“Dumplings.” She smiled, already reaching to grab chopsticks and bowls from the cupboards in your kitchen. “Didn’t seem like you had a great day I thought it would help. Go sit I’ll make it.”

“Oh, yeah thank you.” You handed the bag back over to her and took a seat at the table as she brought over the food, the smell already causing your mouth to water. “They smell so good.”

“So what’s wrong?” She sighed, picking up her own chopsticks.

“Someone called me today, they told me that I should quit.” You started out, wanting to gauge her demeanour before continuing.

She gave you a confused look, you always loved how she has the inability to mask her emotions with a straight face. Her open expression earned you both a few issues in the past. “Is that all? I thought someone had sent you a dead bird or something.”

You swallowed your food, scoffing lightly at her extreme take. “They knew about woosung.”

At the mention of the name, she choked on her food, her eyes widening at you. “How, Woosung? That’s confidential right?”

“No one knows. You haven’t told anyone right?” You question her sheepishly, your eyes trained on her food rather than herself.

Her hand reached across the table, her nails painted a sheer pink with flower decals on them. “I would never tell anyone about that, maybe it’s just a name they went with? Are you sure it’s not an old friend or even a distant family member?”

“Rae you already know the entirety of my family line, besides we both know I’m not the most popular.”

“I guess that’s true.” She sighed, you pinched her hand in response, not missing the undertone of her comment. “Ouch for one and have you told the company for two?”

You shook your head, releasing her hand. “No, I don’t want them to find that out. Do you think I should?”

“No absolutely not, that would damage your reputation. Do not bring this up to the company or the members okay?” Her eyes were wide, almost fearful.

You could understand why though, she knew the Jung-Woo story, anyone who knew the Jung-Woo story was fearful, especially for you.

— AN — (apartment floor plan)

[corporatefrog]

↳˗ˏˋ loose change ˊˎ˗ ↴

level 2 - my 43 year old roommate and me

featuring: yn officially meeting the single mother they'll be staying with during their time in South Park

notes: you KNOW i had to get the moms in this. they're so underutilized

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38…40…42…

My car slowed to a crawl as I scanned the street. I had rented a room in a woman’s house to save money during my trip. She seemed kind from the email’s we’d shared after I responded to her listing on Facebook. Apparently her son had moved out a few years prior and the house felt empty with no one else staying there. 

44…46!

The house was a blinding green that didn’t seem that eye-burning in the pictures I saw online. My eyes squinted to avoid damaging my retinas with the color. You could barely make out the number above the door. I pulled my car into the driveway, triple checking the number was correct before putting my car in park. Nothing would be more embarrassing than pulling into the wrong house and standing in their driveway like the biggest idiot in the world. I’d get chased out of town by self-hatred before I could even start my job. 

The front door opened as I was pulling my bags out of my car. I turned to see the woman I’d be staying with walking towards me with a smile. Her brown hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, blue shirt tucked into her red pants.

“Yn, it’s so nice to finally meet you.” 

—

Name: Liane Cartman

Age: 45

Status: Single Mother

Fun Fact: Since her son moved out, Liane has gotten really into rock climbing!

—

“Liane! Nice to finally meet you too!” I exclaimed, pushing down my exhaustion as I turned to face the woman. Sleep can wait until I’ve given a good first impression to my technical landlord. She grabbed my hand in both of hers, giving it a shake before letting go. Liane reached past me and lifted my bags before I could protest, talking over her shoulder as she walked back to the door.

“How was the drive? The mountains are always troublesome if you haven’t driven the roads before.” 

I speedwalked to reach her, “Oh, it wasn’t too bad! I found a podcast called Walk the Walk with-”

“With Jimmy Valmer!” Liane finished for me, opening the door while still carrying my bag, “Jimmy is such a sweetheart! He used to hang out with the boys all the time.” 

Upon entering the house, the smell of cedar covered my senses as though I’d walked into a warm fall night. The tv played an episode of Seinfeld while a cup of coffee sat still steaming on the end table. To my right, a picture of Liane and a young boy standing in front of Mount Rushmore hung on the wall. That must be her son! You can definitely see the resemblance between the two. I wonder if he’s as kind as his mother? 

Liane had started on this story about one time when her son and his friends held a competition to find a new friend for their group after one of them had gotten ill and how Jimmy had been one of the boys in the competition. Weird way to cope with sickness but you know I did weird stuff when I was 10 too.

Yeah, like wearing green lipstick to school everyday. 

Okay, fuck you?

“You’ll be staying upstairs in Eric’s old room. He doesn’t come visit much which is why I thought it would be best to rent out the room.” She said, beginning up the stairs still holding my suitcase. I feel bad that she’s carrying my suitcase but I can’t seem to get a word in between her stories about her son, his friends, or the town in general. I understand though. When you’ve been living alone for a while though, it feels different to have someone else in your space again. 

Liane led me to a room with deep purple walls and the brown hardwood floor that covered the rest of the house. The dark atmosphere was lightened by a large window beside the bed. Morning rays filtered through the window, casting light on the dust which lingered in the air from the room’s months of disuse.

The mattress creaked slightly as Liane placed my bag on the bed.

She turned to me with her kind smile, “I hope this room will work well for you.” She said, gesturing abstractly to the room around us. I assured her it was perfect, fighting back the exhaustion pulling at my eyelids as I thanked her again for her hospitality. 

Liane waved off the thanks as though I were doing her a favor. She began to head towards the door, saying I probably needed a few hours of “beauty sleep” (which was right. I began to wonder if the rays of light were actually beginning to wave around or if I was beginning to hallucinate from exhaustion) but stopped halfway through the doorway. 

“I forgot to mention! Some friends of mine are coming over for our Wednesday Wine Night tonight if you’d like to join us! No need to accept the offer, I just thought I’d extend the invitation. Their sons are all around your age so I’m sure they’d love to meet you.” She said before bidding me goodbye and leaving the room, shutting the door behind her. 

I let out a sigh as silence fell over the room. 

I did it. I really did it. I moved to an entirely new town and I’m living with a stranger for the next three months. All because my boss told me to. This is another level of follower. 

Bro you live in a capitalist society. Buying gas with your Speedway rewards card makes you a follower. 

Too exhausted to ignore my own snarky thoughts, I fell backwards onto the bed. My head immediately sunk into the pillows as the mattress cradled me like a newborn baby. It felt like I’d died and gone to bed heaven. It was the comfiest mattress I’d ever laid on. What kind of person gives up a bed like this to live alone? 

A kid who’s mother is so infuriating he cannot stand the thought of living with her for another second. 

That doesn’t make me feel any better. What if the kid is the asshole? Kids can be assholes too. 

Then he would’ve taken the mattress out of spite. Because he’s an asshole. 

I’m not listening to you anymore.

My eyes traced the sun rays that streaked across the ceiling, mind wandering as exhaustion gripped at my consciousness. I’m finally here. I wonder what’s going to happen over these next few months. The endless possibilities swirled through my head. If I can get in with this arcade and help it grow, my boss will have to give me a full time position after this internship. Then I’ll become super rich and be able to buy a lighthouse on the Canadian coast to live out the rest of my life in peace. 

Either that or we go broke and burn in a hellish ball of failure.

Thank you, inner voice. Thank you so much for that thought.

No problem.

Deciding sleeping on these hopeful thoughts might benefit me more than dwelling on the possible negatives, I continued to let my thoughts wander into the potential lives I could live in South Park until sleep overtook me as the world around me woke up.

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[sungbeam]

Hi I wanted to request a fanfic....

A Kim mingyu x reader

Secret baby and non idol au

Angst with a happy ending

Could include prompts Nos. 67 & 61

Is that too much?

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nonidol!kim mingyu x fem!reader

1.9k words, secret baby au, angst w/a happy ending!, minghao kinda throws u under the bus skfndkd

a/n: hi anonie!! tysm for sending in a request, and it was not too much so dw ^_^ i do like some specificity sometimes, and i did enjoy writing this!

There were a few things that your friend Minghao was good at. One of them, it seemed, was dragging you to social outings that neither of you wanted to be present for. He had even found you a babysitter for your precious little one. Baby Yeona was only around eighteen months old, but Minghao insisted she was capable of taking care of herself. 

Clearly, he was no father. And he would definitely not be watching over Yeona for a while. 

Nonetheless, here you were, climbing out of Minghao's pretty, little gold Lexus while you wore the first set of nice clothes in a long time. You stared up at the sky-high facade of the luxury downtown hotel as you and Hao made your way toward the entrance. 

"I dunno," you voiced aloud. You were uncertain what you were trying to say, and you were uncertain as to whether or not you wanted to step foot in this building. 

Minghao rolled his eyes and took you by the bicep to help you up the steps. "Oh, come on. You're here, and I already paid the sitter. Let loose, Yn; it's been two years since you've been to a bar."

"For good reason," you muttered under your breath as you and Minghao caught a slot of the revolving entrance and entered the hotel lobby. 

It even smelled obnoxiously rich in here, you realized with an ill-concealed grimace. All the gold and marble glistening under bright LEDs made your head hurt. Jesus, maybe you did need a drink. 

Like he read your mind, Minghao directed you to the bar just to your right. It was, fortunately, dimly lit, with red velvet floors and walls panelled in smooth, dark wood. You already recognized several familiar faces—this was a reunion of your old uni friends, after all. 

"Oh my god, YN!" Seokmin exclaimed from the pool table, before abandoning his pool stick and racing over to you. 

Junhui was right on your tail, coming up to greet Hao warmly while Seokmin bombarded you in a massive hug. 

"How's Yeona?" Seokmin asked. He grinned at you, hand between your shoulder blades to guide you over to the bar. "She's almost at Terrible Twos, isn't she?" He teased, wagging his eyebrows up and down. 

You laughed with a shake of your head. Seokmin ordered you a light margarita, considering you probably hadn't had a proper drink in ages. "Almost. She's eighteen months right now, so probably in about six months or so. I am not ready for my angel to turn into the devil."

There were only a few people who knew of your daughter's existence. It hadn't been your plan to have her, but some things you could not control completely. It had happened on the night of your college graduation party, and you had finally taken your shot at a certain young man who had plagued your dreams for almost half of your years at university. He was a friend of a friend, but nearly everyone knew who he was, considering his attractive looks and personality and… suffice to say that you fell in the deep end. 

No, the father did not know. And you would be damned if he ever—

"Yn?"

You almost spat out your drink, and Seokmin, with panicky eyes, patted your back to help you get out the feel of the burn down your throat and windpipe. God, that stung. But maybe not as badly as how good he looked. 

Him being Kim Mingyu. Yeah, the father of your child. And he didn't seem to have changed a bit since you last saw him: black hair tamed well, broad and toned body fitted in semi formal wear (delectable), and that charming smile that knocked down all your defenses. At least… a few of them. 

He walked up to you and Seokmin with a look of pleasant surprise and utter disbelief stark on his face. "Oh my god—you're really here? I haven't seen you in so long."

Yeah, you wanted to say, but you couldn't really focus on anything but the sound of your pulsing heartbeat in your ears and the smell of his cologne invading your nostrils as you hugged him. Oh, good god. He feels and smells so good—

When you pulled away, Mingyu was giving Seokmin that weird handshake the boys had (you never asked questions). He still couldn't seem to believe his ears. 

"I—I mean," he stammered, eyes flickering from you to your blouse to you to your lips to you, "you look—" he swallowed, "—really good." He cleared his throat, and you could've sworn you heard Seokmin sneak out a giggle. 

You yourself sat perched on your barstool unnaturally stiff. If you could just make it through this conversation… "Thank you," you replied, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "You look good, too."

There was this moment where neither of you could really get any words out. It hadn't exactly been this way years ago, but you could remember the shy glances mixed with the flirty advances. You knew you harbored that flame for him somewhere, and perhaps you had kept it buried beneath your love and responsibilities toward your daughter. 

Seokmin cut in, "Cool! Uh…" he sipped his drink, brows furrowing, "want a drink, Gyu? Did you come with Wonwoo?"

Mingyu snapped out of his daze, coughing. "Ah, right. Yeah, that'd be great, thanks. And yep, he should be somewhere around—oh yeah. There he is, by Woozi hyung."

While Seokmin flagged the bartender down, Mingyu returned his attention to you. "So, uhm, I feel like I haven't seen you in, like, two or three years. I… How've you been?" Why didn't you stay in touch? Had he done something wrong? He wanted to ask. He'd been sitting on those questions and worries for so long, and no one would give him a straight answer about your whereabouts. 

"I've been good," you answered. And it was true, you couldn't have been happier with Yeona. It had been scary, no doubt, at first. But it had all turned out good and fine, and your close friends had been by your side the entire time. "Just trying to settle back—settle into work and adult things," you chuckled. "How about you? Did you finally decide to get yourself into culinary school?"

Another giggle from Seokmin that the two of you decidedly ignored. 

Mingyu could best be described with heart eyes. "You remembered? That was a fleeting conversation—"

You shrugged, feigning innocence. "But I mean, it was important to you, so of course, I remembered."

He smiled, bashfully, head ducked and cheeks reddening. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I did get into a culinary school—"

"And, hey! Great idea: Mingyu should teach you how to cook, Yn!" Minghao's voice cut clean into the conversation as the man himself inserted himself into the little circle. Seokmin passed Mingyu his drink, and Minghao made pointed eyes at you from across the circle, gesturing silently at the man who was your baby daddy. 

Oh for the love of God, Xu Minghao. "I don't think that's really necessary."

"Suuuure, it is!" Minghao said, high pitched. He nodded his head again to Mingyu. "Yn has been meaning to learn some new recipes for her family anyway. Right, Yn?"

You glared at Minghao, and if the sun could be channeled through the eyes, you would use them to burn him alive right where he stood. I am going to murder you! You mouthed to him, over enunciating the words. So this was why he wanted you to be here tonight. Seokmin smartly chose this moment to go say hello to Joshua. 

Mingyu creased his brows. "Oh, er, I didn't know you had a family already, Yn." There was a definitive drop in energy present in his voice. "Are you married?"

If you hadn't been so worried about deciding on how to tell him about his secret child, you would have noticed Mingyu unsubtly searching your hands for a ring. You were not wearing one. 

You swallowed, setting the margarita glass on the bar counter. You saw Minghao back away slowly from the corner of your eye, and Mingyu took Seokmin's old seat. "Ah, I'm not. I just…" have a child, and she's yours, and I've been craving a person to be my partner in this… and maybe I still love you, but I don't know how to tell you. Please don't hate me.

Mingyu ducked his head just slightly so he met your eyes. "Hey, you don't have to tell me if you're not comfortable. I don't know what Minghao was trying to say back there, but you really don't have to say anything."

"No, it's okay," you said quickly with a shake of your head. "I… I really should tell you about… my daughter. Our daughter." You tried to gauge his reaction, but his expression was carefully blank at this moment. 

A crease formed between his brows. "I'm sorry, did you just say our daughter?"

"Uhm, yes," you laughed nervously. 

"Holy shit—"

"I know—"

Mingyu flagged the bartender. "I am way too sober for this." He suddenly thought better and waved the bartender away with an apology. "Wait, how—how long? Yn, I had a kid this whole time? I have a kid with you?"

You nodded, rubbing your arm. "Yeah. It happened on graduation night. Y'know, when we…"

He pursed his lips. "Yeah, that makes sense." He stared at a random mark on the bar counter. 

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Mingyu," you said softly. You feared what he would think of you, scared he would still yell at you and reject you. That had probably been your greatest deterrent from telling him—that he would be disgusted with you and your child and turn you away. You just thought it would be better to avoid all of that heartache in full. Even if it meant hiding it all from him. 

"You were probably scared," he replied lowly, "I get it." He roughed a hand through his hair and exhaled sharply. "You've been taking care of her by yourself this whole time? I just—I just wish you would have told me. We could have figured this out together."

He was looking at you now, reaching for your hands to cradle them in his own big palms. You wondered how you ever lived without this warmth. 

You gulped. "You had dreams, Mingyu. I didn't want us to be a burden—"

He scoffed, the noise so indignant and offended. "I'm just wondering what I did to make you think I would ever think you and my own daughter would be a burden to me. It might stall our plans, but it would only stall, Yn. You and…"

"Yeona," you stammered, "her name's Yeona."

Mingyu stopped and a smile slowly tugged at his lips. His eyes shone into the dim light of the bar, and his fingers linked with yours. "Yeona? She already sounds beautiful. Like her mother."

You felt like crying. Years of wondering and what ifs, and it could have all been solved with a conversation. "Do you want to meet her?"

His smile widened. "Do I? How's that even a question, darling?"

You laughed under your breath. "Okay," you nodded to yourself, "okay."

It was then that you realized just how badly you had needed this—this night, this conversation, this hope. Yeona had brought you up, but Mingyu was going to bring you all together. And as the two of you talked and laughed long into the night, neither of you could wait for when your two loves would be able to finally meet each other.

a/n: oh good god i think i liked that ending way more than i intended (not the ending paragraph, i think that was pretty gross, but the happy conclusion ig)

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[tuliprry]

cloudburst 3

summary: preschool teacher!harry x special education teacher!yn; y/n and harry met while working together at a preschool, y/n is engaged but her fiancé has been distancing himself from y/n, making her spend more time with harry, wishing she was marrying him instead

warnings: cheating, cursing, death

clover's notes: hi guys i didn't proof read i'm sorry :(

word count: 3k

part 1 part 2

harry's pov

the drive back home feels endless, i don't know what came through my head to sleep with y/n, worse, cum inside her like that. my car smells like her, smells like woody amber and vanilla, i've dreamed of this smell lingering on my skin for over a year and now i can't even enjoy it. almost like in a film, my car is parked and there's muffled screams and my fists hitting the dashboard, what the fuck, what did i just do? an almost married woman? an almost ex married woman... y/n... my y/n. i got out of the car, grabbing my briefcase, my legs feel heavy and i don't know how i'm gonna climb 3 flights of stairs nor how i'm gonna tell my best friend i just had the best sex of my life and it happened to me with the one woman i couldn't have. stupid, i'm so stupid. 

niall and i live in a two bedroom apartment in lisson grove, meaning a short (usual) 9 minute drive from y/n's flat, our apartment isn't too big, when you walk you immediately see a round table and two chairs, there’s some letters on top of it and niall’s house keys, against the wall there’s our tan sofa, in front of it an also tan coffee table with our second hand tv, one of the other walls is covered by a big bookshelf with books mostly from my collection. through the white door there’s our kitchen with a cream colour palette i grew to love in the time i’ve lived here, it isn’t the biggest of kitchens but it’s definitely one of my favourite places in the house, the kitchen island has niall’s yet to be washed dishes on top of it and two mismatched high stools. there’s 3 doors in one of the walls, my bedroom, the bathroom and niall’s bedroom, niall’s bedroom is slightly bigger than mine, he has a light wood ikea bedframe and his bed is always unmade, his bedside table has always cds or vinyls he has gotten at his job, as well as a record player that he got along with our tv, a big comfy chair that has his to-do laundry all over it, both os us have desks in our bedrooms, even though i firmly believe that working in the bedroom is a terrible thing to do. his desk is way more organised than mine, it’s basically the desk and his laptop and his shiny guitar rested next to the table, next to it there’s his wardrobe, also light wood from ikea. niall’s walls are light blue (that took us wait too long to paint) and he has a medium window that makes sure the sun shines right in his face, as well as pictures of us and trips we have made since we moved in together 10 years ago. our bathroom is just your typical british bathroom there’s nothing new i could possibly add. and lastly my bedroom, my bed is similar to niall��s, except i have bunny sheets and way too many pillows, my bedside table is crowded with a lamp and a bunch of books, i have a big fiddle leaf fig right against my window, and a decent sized mirror next to it, as well as the exact same wardrobe as niall and a small shoe rack. and finally now the messiest place in my bedroom, my desk, it has letters, books, pens, pencils, kids’ drawings, my desktop, mugs and glasses, my chair has a blue bathrobe i always forget to hang in the bathroom and in the corner an acoustic guitar niall got me for my 25th birthday. 

so, when i open the front door, everything is the same, niall is watching women’s eurocup and it smells like hot water, meaning the kettle had been on recently, i place my coat on the coat hanger by the door, “hello! i thought you were out by 4pm! was starting to get worried about you!” niall spoke, i placed my briefcase on one of the chairs and sat next to him, feeling exhausted, i didn’t know where to start nor even if i should mention what i had done to niall. “niall” my voice almost vanished as i said his name, “mate? what’s up?”, his worry is genuine i figure, “i did something bad” i muttered, placing my elbows on my thighs as my face met my hands, trying to hide somehow, “i didn’t come home earlier because i just.. i just had sex with y/n” i ripped the words out of mouth, niall, had just taken a bite out of a blueberry muffin, through the corner of my eye i saw the muffin hit the carpeted floor, “YOU?? WHAT??” he raises his voice in shock, “FUCK MY MUFFIN!” i couldn’t help but let out a laugh at niall’s reaction, even without trying this man has always found a way to make me smile even in moments in all seriousness like right now. “first, you owe me a muffin, secondly.. how did that happen? actually spare me, but.. what the fuck? is she not engaged to that…thomas? t.. tenis ball guy?” he was dead serious about the muffin, as well as calling tony tennis ball because he always refused to remember his name, “tony.. and yeah she was.. or is? i don’t know, she came into the classroom, grabbed my face and… well yeah!” i move my hands exaggeratedly, “we had sex, really good sex and we ended up finding out we had done it before. at that party in uni! the one u had those really bad shrimp cocktails and threw up and we had to go home before midnight”, niall’s light skin is now flushed, we never mention this story out of his sake, he has never been that sick at a party ever, “i cockblocked u and y/n?? god fuck man, but wait.. she’s not getting married anymore?” he takes a sip of his tea and i proceed to tell him everything that went down between y/n and tony. i happen to know exactly what’s on niall’s mind, he has a big crush on joey and he’s definitely messaging her the moment i shut up. “apparently tony has been cheating on her with half on london..”, as soon as the words came out of my mouth  i felt a tug on my heart, talking about something i could never do, especially to y/n, “that sucks, why are you marrying someone just to cheat on them?”, “i could seriously not tell u”.

the rest of the night went like usual, niall and i have known each other for so long we actually have started a nighttime routine, we watch reality tv, currently hooked on love island as we have dinner, niall does have a better time in social situations than i do, we used to be both very outgoing and always at parties but ever since i started by job like for real, i have been stuck in an old guy routine. “you’re not giving your amazing commentary, harry” niall states waving his hand in front of my face, “sorry, can’t help but think about y/n…” niall gives me a gentle smile, “call her c’mon” he encourages me and points at my phone, “i’m sure she’s waiting for your call”.

the truth is, i hoped she was waiting for my call, i dreamed that she was no longer thinking about her ex fiancé and was dreaming of me, still thinking of my lips against her neck as my hands traveled through her body, god how i craved gripping onto her love handles like earlier today, jesus christ harry calm your dick down.

the last week fly by, i have spent so much time with y/n i think i’m hooked, she’s my drug and i can’t let go, besides spending every minute together at school we have been spending every minute together out of it as well, on monday after we finished class i couldn’t help but kiss her right there, i haven’t craved someone this way, especially not someone going through a break up, for a minute there i feared i would just be a rebound for y/n but i brushed it off my mind quickly, we baked bread together that monday afternoon as we watched mamma mia. that was one of the most beautiful moments i hope it’ll remain tattooed on my brain, y/n wearing a bunny apron and reading a very complicated recipe followed by a “god who the fuck bakes bread this easily” to my reply, “well i worked in a bakery back when year 10 through 13”, “so you could’ve baked me bread everyday mr styles?”, “i will bake everything you want me to”, followed by a very theatrical singing of “money, money, money” and dancing in y/n’s tiny kitchen.

tuesday, y/n, joey, niall and i went to the cake tasting that was supposed to be y/n’s, as she said, she wouldn’t let so many cake options go to waste when she had her friends to try a stupid amount of different cakes with her, i couldn’t help but feel a little angry thinking about tony as well worried that y/n was acting like he never existed and maybe wasn’t even healing properly and chose to live this life of pretending that he was never a real person… wednesday our school day was hard, the dad of one of the kids barged in yelling at y/n for her kids sharing space with mine, he was tall and looked like he lived in a gym yet y/n felt taller than him, i had never seen her yell that way:

“i don’t understand how those kids can even be in the same space as my son”

“i have emailed you a thousand times that i needed to talk to you as i believe your son has severe anxiety and can’t even eat next to other kids” 

“that’s simply not true that’s influence from your [redacted because we don’t write slurs in these fanfics] kids”

“i need you to get out or i’m gonna report you for harassment and please do find an hour to sit down with me and your son because he needs a little extra help and i have the tools for it”

“my son is not-“

“get out!”

so, after that we decided it would be good to cool off, find a yoga class and meditate for a bit, we ended up in my flat following a youtube video that led to y/n making fun of me for my lack of coordination and shortly after a very needed cooling off making out session that ended up in, not gonna lie, the best sex of my life.

on thursday we watched another romcom, this time the bridget jones’ diary, we fell asleep when the film ended with a sweet purring pickles at the end of the bed and got woken up to joey coming home, i just wasn’t expecting to hear niall’s voice following her. “y/n.. is that niall?” i whisper putting the laptop screen down, “what is niall doing here with joey?” y/n sits in bed trying to listen to the conversation going on in the living room. “why are they so quiet?” y/n asks quietly, “oh god do you think they’re kissing?”, “you think??”. 

“niall shush! i don’t know if my sister is home” joey whisper screams, “oh joey c’mon we have been dating for a month! don’t you think it’s time for us to tell?” niall immediately replies, “a month????? did you know?” y/n looks at me with a shocked face,  “i knew he liked her but i didn’t know they were properly dating.. what the fuck” i say mid gasp, "keep listening" y/n replies. "niall... my sister would immediately get all motherly if she found out im dating a guy that is 9 years older than me, she feels like she has to replace our mum sometimes", i look over at y/n and her expression changes from wanting to snoop and giggle to tears gently forming in her eyes, "oh y/n no don't cry i'm sure she didn't mean it in a bad way, you worry and she's 20.. we didn't listen to anyone in our 20s" i say as i wrap my arms around her upper body, she rests her head on my chest and cries softly for a little bit just in her sniffles in the silence. all that y/n has told me about her relationship with joey is y/n taking care of joey 99% of the time since their mum passed, i personally could not imagine my sister being in her place and having to suddenly take care of me and change her life for me, so i got both of their sides, i understood y/n because she does what my sister would do, not let me go ever and take care of me like i'm the only thing that matters in her life... but i also get joey and feeling like someone had to give up on their life for me. i know y/n doesn't see it that way, she always talks about her sister with such love in her words, she loves going on book shopping with her sister and sharing her opinion on fictional men, they always get oat milk cappuccino's at costa's after and then come home to comment on love island, much like niall and i. 

i kiss her forehead and lay my head on top of hers, i don't really know what to say, y/n is a book i'm still reading and finding out how to approach, "i'm sorry harry.. sometimes i just forget that joey is a kid and she needs her sister more than she needs... a... mum" y/n's words are trembling in between the sniffles as i caress her eyebrows, almost brushing them with my fingers, "no baby, it's your sister and you have that feeling towards her it's understandable", "she hid a boyfriend from me", "well at least we know it's niall"

today is friday, fridays are usually my best day at work, the kids are excited about the weekend and i get to think about my sofa waiting for me for exactly 2 days, not that i thought it would happen this weekend by the amount of subtle warnings coming from y/n, with subtle i mean fully sending me a picture of the lingerie she's wearing under the beige turtleneck and light blue jeans yet she looks like nothing happened, braiding a little girl's hair after a very upsetting throwing up in the bathroom, in times like this i can't help it, i daydream of y/n and our kids, how she would be the most perfect mum in the entire world, "harry can you please get me sofia's guardian on the phone? she's clean but i feel like maybe it's better if she goes home and gets some rest" she looks at me, peeking over the little girl's head, "i'm on it", i get up and rush to the main hall to find the number. 

"oh hi harry! um do u know if y/n has a minute or two" a very sweet yet shaky voice pronounces, i look up and see joey, still with her waterstones tag and short hair clipped back by two grey clips, "one of her kids threw up and she's kinda busy but i can tell her you're here if you'd like!”, joey looked seriously worried and i pressed my lips together as i walked back to the classroom, “hey.. here’s sofia guardian’s phone number” i hand in the paper with the number, “also joey is outside, i don’t know what happened but she doesn’t look good.. go talk to her, i’ll help sofia pack her things and call her mum it’s okay” i place my hand on top of y/n’s shoulder and rub it a little, “joey? oh good lord. you sure you don’t mind harry?”, “what? y/n of course not, go check on her”.

and like agreed i stayed packing sofia’s backpack, she’s 4 years old, has long brown curly hair and loves care bears, her favourite being tenderheart, the same as mine which leads to a lot of tenderheart bear stickers on my briefcase when i’m not looking and drawings on my desk first thing in the morning, even though i believe she prefers y/n’s teaching to mine, i would also respond well to anything y/n tried to teach me if i have to be totally honest.

it’s now 9:30pm, y/n and i are walking back to her home after our semi-date, semi date because we aren’t really dating but we just went to the cinema and shared a big bucket of popcorn, “so.. joey?” i ask, niall always says i’m the snoopiest person he knows, “oh… joey had a panic attack at work and that’s why i went home earlier, she did tell me about niall, said the secret was eating her alive” y/n gives a worried smile and intertwines her hand in mine, “she’s better now, she said she was going to call niall so they could hang out for a bit while we were at the cinema”, “do you think it’ll work between them?”, i ask, genuinely, niall is one of my best friends but his relationships always end up with him listening to the most heartbreaking songs and bad 90s films, “well, knowing joey.. her standards are high, all the men she ever loved were our front door neighbour back home and fictional men that were written by women”, “she’s a wise woman”, “she has her days of absolutely handling adult life better than i do”, “y/n” i call out, “yes?”, she looks up at me…

“do you regret leaving..-“

“harry i really don’t and i don’t want u to think i’m using you to forget him.. i really like you and i don’t want.. you to think that i’m using you for great sex and as a rebound” 

“i don’t think that”

“you don’t?”

“no, i think you’re the future mother of my children” 

“harry.”

“i mean it” 

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[cuddlesslut]

Part One :Home

Atsumu x Reader(fem)

Summary: Atsumu Miya had always been your home. But what if things changed

Tags: Fluff, Angst, cheating

2k words

Part Two: Silence

Atsumu Miya showed you the most love and care. Being with him felt like you were home. And it’s funny because in the beginning you wanted absolutely nothing to do with the setter.

———

Seeing his hords of fan girls crowding his desk every morning made you want to gag mainly because it interfered with you claiming your own seat. Everyday it was the same when you were in high school. You’d make your way to class only to find you seat inaccessible. After finally being able to shoo away the path to your desk just in time for class to start you’d deal with Atsumu incessant chattering or what he’d refer to as flirting. You honestly didn’t understand how he thought those lame lines would work on anyone. But every class with out fail he’d always have some lame line to spew at you. It made no sense in your eyes why you out of the sea of girls and some boys he could pick from why did he have his sights set on you.

You paid no mind in the beginning rolling you eyes at all his advances. You figured it was just some game to him it’s not like any of what he said genuine at least not to you. Apparently the volleyball player thought these attempts were the most romantic things ever when he finally cornered you after class one.

“ Aye I have been trying my best to get your attention for the last month,” he said as he laid his hand on your desk trapping you in your place, “What’s y’er deal?” You cocked you head to the side in disbelief. Moving his arm to the side you stood straightening you paper to put in you bag. Turning back to face him.

“Miya-San you can’t actually expect me to believe that was your “best effort” in trying to win my affection” you chuckled. Atsumu there with a look of confusion dawning his (what you couldn’t deny) extremely handsome face. Decided to cut your fellow second year some slack you continued. “None of your lines were meaningful, you showed no authentic interest in me,” you gave him a soft smile starting to make your way out of the class room. You stopped at the door turning and presenting him with a wicked smile “ it won’t be that easy, make sure to give it y’er all next.” And with that you we’re gone leaving him in disbelief he’d never been turned down before. He gave a small laugh to no one but himself as he decided in that moment he’d do everything to make you his.

Sure enough he put his all into trying to win your heart. While he wasn’t rude to his fan girls he definitely didn’t indulge them as much which eased your morning commute to your desk. Next were the notes he would leave. The first few were longer and almost made you want to laugh your ass off they were his love letter to you that you could tell he tried to make sound poetic. ( failing epically) but still you send him a small smile and a nod in acceptance. The other were little notes, some stating small facts about what he liked about you or little jokes about the day. Next was the gifts he would leave you. Once it was a small flower, another time a candy bar, most recently a delicious piece of milk bread. All of these little tokens definitely grabbed your heart but the moment you knew you had fallen for him was the day after you came back to school after having a cold. After sitting in your seat next to him you saw him rummage through his bag he turned to you and present you with all the notes he had taken for you through your absence. Seeing this boy who’s mind only ever focus on volleyball and cared little for his own grade do this broke down all your wall. You stared at the notes for a moment before leaning over and place a small kiss to his cheek. A blush crept up both of you faces. And from that moment forward you were his.

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But that was then. It was now six years later and not only was Atsumu Miya your home he was also your fiancé. You had each been there for each other through everything. You were there through nationals and comforted him through his loss. You were there with him to celebrate every win. He stood by you side as you stared college and you stayed by his side as he joined the professional league. Through the years you had your highs and lows but your love for him never wavered. Not through the distance his job would bring and the scheduling conflict with your schooling and his training. In the end none of that mattered to you because you were his and he was yours. The nights you spent in each other’s arm were the best thing you could have ever wished for.

As of recently though even if he was your home. You were beginning to feel less like his. It started with small things like extra practice which wasn’t anything you werent used to Atsumu had the habit of over working himself. You don’t say anything yet because you knows he gotten better and knows his limits. It progresses to though he’s becoming more distant always heading straight to bed after meals.

“Hey Tsumu wanna watch a movie tonight?” You smile weakly from the couch.

“Not tonight YN I’m really tired,” he reply’s placing a small kiss on your forehead as he head to bed.

It doesn’t stop there although you wish it would. He starts being out later claiming to have extra practice. But you notice the smell of alcohol on his breath when he climbs into bed believing you are asleep. And honestly you wish you would be alseep so maybe some nights you wouldn’t see the signs. The next clue was when he now put a lock on his phone. Something he had never done before. But still you don’t question him. The “late practices” become more frequent and it more often he gone than when he’s around.

Part of you wants to complain to you friends but for one your friends were his friends after spending so long together it’s hard for your lives not to be connected in such ways and two if you do it will make it all to real. You aren’t stupid. You know the truth you know the one reasons you both haven’t been intimate lately is because his body has marks on it from another. You realized that when you had gone into the bathroom real quick while he was showering. It was the tiniest glance but you still saw the scratches on his back that weren’t left by you. Yet you still say nothing and you doubt he realizes you saw them.

You aren’t ready for this to be real. You aren’t ready for your home to be gone. Tomorrow is your birthday and your hoping that this will be it . Tomorrow you will both spend the day together like you used to you’ll laugh and smile everything will be right. Everything will go back to the way it was. Even though deep down you know the truth. And the truth is that you’ve cried yourself to sleep every night the past month wondering where you went wrong. Wondering how you weren’t good enough. Wondering what you should have done to make him stay. But he’s never home to see those tear you cry.

The next morning you wake and go to start some breakfast leaving Atsumu in bed. You wonder when he got home but you know it doesn’t matter. You hear the shower start as you made your coffee. Shortly after the setter appears wearing his training clothes and his duffel bag packed. “ I’m heading to the gym,” he states giving you a quick peck to the temple before heading to the door. Those little kisses always cause your heart to squeeze in hope. He doesn’t wait for a response as he leaves. A sigh leaves you lips as you realize he hadn’t said anything to you about your birthday. You shake your head and fool yourself into thinking he’ll surprise you later.

You continued you day getting little birthday messages from friends and family. Osamu had a box of Onigiri sent to you for lunch with a note saying Happy Birthday. You have a nice call with your best friend Suna and he tells you he’ll come see you soon to celebrate. You were on the phone with Suna longer than you expected seeing the time now said 5:37. After ending the call you see one missed messaged from Tsmu 💕 : practicing late tonight don’t wait up.

You heart stops. He really forgot. You really mean that little that he forgot your birthday. It was the final straw. Although part of your body wanted to break down into sobs you remained calm as though working on auto pilot. Slowly you make your way to your room grabbing your luggage and started packing all of your essentials and anything you couldn't bare to leave behind not knowing if you’d have the courage to return. After finally loading your car it was now 7:20. You knew you shouldn’t that you’d only get hurt more but you pulled out your phone and did something you never could bring yourself to do before. You checked his location. A chuckle leaves your lips as you see he’s at your favorite restaurant. The one you both loved so much and had spent countless anniversaries dinners at. Not thinking you run back into your condo that you shared with the twin. You dug to the back of you closest and quickly change into one of your favorite dresses. Your hair was already nice and you didn’t need much make up so as you finished getting ready you left. Heading straight to the restaurant.

You can’t say for sure what cause you to want to go there. Maybe a small part of yourself needed to see it. But sure enough you can’t mistake that yellow hair sitting toward the back of the restaurant is your fiancé with another woman. His back is to you and her attention is all on him enraptured in whatever garbage he’s spewing. In that moment a calm rage settles over you. You look at the hostess and requested a table a little ways away from them one where your still out of his view. As you sit you place an order for a glass of wine still setting up how you want to approach this. Then an daring thought crosses your mind. You called for your waitress.

“Excuse me but you see that couple over there,” you said motioning towards them. “Yes ma’am” she nods. “Well that’s my best friend over there and I really love to do something nice for them it’s their birthday!” The waitress smiles as you explain your plan. You sit and wait as you sip your wine when finally the waitress walks over to their table.

“Hi” the waitress greets them before setting down the dessert. A look of confusion crosses their faces and you can’t help but grin. Atsumu smiles politely before looking down at the cake. His smile drops immediately as he read the cake “Happy Birthday YN”. You giggle as you see the panic in his eyes. “I’m sorry we didn’t order this,” the unknown woman states to the waitress. You can see the waitress smile as she points to your table an explains your friend ordered it for you. You not quite sure how to explain the emotions written on Atsumu’s face as he watches you walk up the table.

“Y-YN,” he stutters. You can see the look of confusion on the girls face and for moment you feel sorry for her maybe she was just as clueless as you. “Hi Tsmu,” you smile leaning over to take a bite of your birthday cake. “Mmm Chocolate, delicious,” you smiled before looking him dead in the eyes as you removed your engagement ring and dropped it in his glass of champagne. “You can have this back,” you state bitterly before turning around and handing your waitress a big bill to cover your drink the cake and a nice tip. You start to walk of as you hear him call for you. But you refuse to turn back. You know your moment of strength is fading and you won’t let him see you tears. So you keep walking straight to you car and drive away. Not sure where to go. You just left your home.

This my first time writing angst and also my fist time writing in a while.

Also unedited

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[secret-rendezvous1d]

YESS!! OMG!! your recent post ... a prompt where he gets out and he’s just trying to get used to the normal life again and one day he has like a break down at their apartment and when yn comes back from work her heart just breaks :( she comforts him and tells him how much she loves, cares, and missed him and he just feels so loved after being in prison for a long time and not really loving who he is in there

Oh, god. Sweet baby-

Mess.

When she stepped foot through the front door, she tripped over an overturned book that had somehow ended up in the entryway of their apartment. Her brow furrowing in confusion because it was a rather inconspicuous place to leave an open book... but, as she looked in a little further into their home, her eyes were met with an empty bookcase and a floor full of books that were open and face-down and seemingly thrown haphazardly. 

It was a mess.

When she closed the door and picked up the books in her path, rounding the corner into their living room, she was greeted with smashed glass and a broken lamp that laid shattered upon the linoleum wood of their floor-plan. A lightbulb crunching under her footsteps, ceramic turning to dust beneath her shoes and she caught the toe of her trainer against the covered wire that had been torn free from the plug still in the wall socket. 

It was a mess.

Her first thought was that they’d been robbed, as anyone would think if they saw what YN had seen upon her arrival home. That someone had broken into their home and taken some of their most valuable possessions and smashed up their belongings because destruction was all these criminals lived for to show a dominance they only dreamed of having. Expecting her jewellery to have gone missing, her second set of credentials, her photos overturned and her drawers completely ransacked.

But a tiny sniffle and a wet cough muffled behind the bedroom door brought her back to reality and she wanted to laugh at herself - Spencer had been at home all day so how the heck would a robber even make it through the door and be as silent in this amount of ruckus? 

“Spencer?”

She taps her knuckles against the wood of the bedroom door and wrapped her hand around the knob, twisting it and slowly pushing it open, a creak filling the silence of the house. Not really sure of what she was expecting, hoping for the best and expecting the worst so she was prepared on both ends.

But the bedroom was empty and there was a huge contrast to the living room; the bed was still neatly made and the bedside lamps were still intact and their clothes weren’t thrown on the floor from the open doors of the wardrobe. One of her sweaters was missing, she could see from the empty hanger that was swinging on the rail, and she could feel a pit in her stomach beginning to form. But she felt a wash of relief over her because it was far from a break-in and her mind felt a little more at ease given that she wasn’t a victim in her own home.

There was still a sense of unease though... over her loving boyfriend.

“Spencer?”

“YN?”

Her name comes out in a whimper, almost surprised at the sudden presence of his girlfriend, spoken in question. A soft, wet and shaky whimper that he most definitely would have considered pathetic if he heard himself speak with a tone. The bathroom door was open, with just a slither at the frame, and the light was switched on and she didn’t understand how she’d missed it when she entered the bedroom - she wasn’t really looking there yet so she blamed the ignorance on the matter. 

When she opened the door, he was in the bathtub. His long legs bent up to his chest, arms holding them to his body with his socked feet pushing against the side of the tub, her sweater draped over his legs and clutched in a tight fist like it would disappear if it touched the floor after he dropped it. His cheeks were red, his eyes were bloodshot and his lips were bitten raw and his hair looked messy and like it had been pulled over time. 

“Spencer-”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. And it’s broken. He looks broken. His eyes innocent and lost and she hated seeing him like that; this wasn’t the Spencer she knew and it most definitely wasn’t the same Spencer she had picked up from prison after he was freed. This was the shell of a man she once knew, someone she longed to have back, someone she loved with all her heart and felt heartbroken by the changes he was forced to make to survive. “I’m sorry.”

She shakes her head and swallows back a lump in her throat, climbing into the tub beside him and laying an arm over his shoulders, pulling him into her side.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Spence.”

“I trashed our house,” he scoffs heavily and it’s filled with tears, “I-”

“That doesn’t matter, baby. We can buy new lamps and we can buy new bulbs and some new books, Spence. That’s all material stuff that we can replace. But, we can’t buy a new you,” she whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of his head and inhaling the sweet scent of her own shampoo that clung to the curled strands of his hair, “I don’t want to replace you.”

There’s a sob that breaks free from his chest. A loud, guttural sob that shook his body to the core and she swore it brought tears to her eyes. It wasn’t the upset he was feeling, it wasn’t the stress he was going through and it wasn’t because of the changes he needed to get used to... it was the sob that tore her to bits. A dribble of tears leaking down her cheeks.

“You won’t have to.”

“Good,” she smiles wetly and he looks up at her, “I missed you. I missed you all the time and-”

“I missed you, too.”

His forehead bumps against hers and his eyes shut in contentment, his warm breathing flushing over her face, her hands coming up to cup his cheeks with both palms, thumbs brushing over his wet cheeks to wipe away the falling tears and the moisture that was left behind in their tracks.

“Whoever you were in there, whatever you did, it’s over. You never have to go to that place again, you never have to think about it again, you never have to think about leaving me or our home or the team again,” she presses a kiss to one of his wet cheeks and then presses another kiss to his other cheek, “you’re back here, you’re safe, you’re not on your own anymore. I’m right here. I hated seeing you in there, I hated thinking about you in there and I could see how you hated being stuck in there as an innocent man.”

An eye peeks open and looks at her.

“We knew you were innocent. I knew you were. I’m never leaving you, okay? I’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to go somewhere,” she nuzzles her nose to his as he grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners and squinting up and it’s the first proper smile she’s seen from him in a long, long time. “I love you, Spencer Reid. And I’ll love you, always.” 

“Thank you for trusting me, for believing me, for staying here and standing by my side.”

His lips look inviting to her and all she’s wanted to do, from the moment he came home, was kiss him for every second they missed together and she takes that opportunity without letting another minute go missing and cups his face in her palms. Tasting the salt from his tears and feeling the moisture from his tears on her own lips, hard and deep and one that had pent up emotions behind it. A kiss he had longed to have, one that he wouldn’t take advantage of, a fear in his chest because he didn’t want one kiss to be their last. 

“I really do love you, YN.” xx

[hisunshiine]

—𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥  |pjm|

�� pairing: Tattoo Artist!Jimin x First Time Tatoo!reader

⟢ genre: strangers2lovers | smut, fluff | oneshot | tattoo shop au

⟢ rating: 18+, nsfw

⟢ summary: You decided to get a tattoo when the $13 dollar deal is happening and find out it’s because your tattoo artist is celebrating his birthday, which falls on the 13th. His needle penetrates you, then he penetrates you. Happy Birthday indeed. 

⟢ warnings: minimal blood and pain (she’s getting a tattoo)

⟢ kinks: pain kink (from the tattoo) teasing, semi-public sex, thigh kissing, oral f.receiving, fingering, cum eating, unprotected sex, breast play, is there a term for fucking the cum into someone?

⟢ word count: 2.2k

⟢ author’s note: the way they looked at the MOTS ON:E concert really fucked me. Happy Birthday to our cutie sexy lovely Jimin.

“I’m excited and scared at the same time.” You said, bouncing nervously on your toes. Your best friend eyed the display in front of her.

“I think this one is really pretty… Maybe I should get a piercing. I really like this one, YN.” She points out a shiny gemstone embedded in surgical grade silver, and you nod.

“I am so torn. I want to get a tattoo really badly, and today is the 13th, so they’re doing 13 dollar tattoos. But I also want to pierce my cartilage.”

“You ladies need some help?” 

You looked up at the figure that had approached you from the other side of the counter. His smirk as he eyed you up and down left you feeling warm.

“Yes, ” your best friend began without looking up, “she’s looking to get a 13 dollar tattoo, and I’m debating on this piercing.”

Once she finally was done ogling the jewelry, she made eye contact with the man and almost gasped. He was taller than the both of you, roughly 5 foot 8, and lean. His grey/platinum blond hair was loose around his face, showcasing the cut of his jaw and the intensity of his gaze. Dressed in black and silver, you couldn’t deny how hot he was. He quirked an eyebrow up, turning back to you.

“Do you know what tattoo you want?”

“I do,” you answered shyly. “I want a simple one, just the outline of a heart, but, um.. Do you have any… female tattoo artists?”

He smirked again, and you felt embarrassed for asking.

“Bangtan Tattoo Shop doesn’t have any female artists or piercers currently… but I promise, I’ll be gentle.”

Your best friend inhaled again watching the exchange between you and the worker, nearly choking on the sexual aura he was exuding.

“Oh, are you the tattoo artist?”

“The one and only Park Jimin, at your service. We have a couple artists, but they’re all already working on someone and I just finished, so once you fill out the online consents, I’ll take you back.” He passes you a tablet that’s open to a consent form.

“Um, what about piercings?” Your best friend had finally found her voice again.

“I’ll send Hobi over, he’s the best we’ve got.” 

Jimin hands another tablet to your best friends and disappears behind the curtain behind him.

“Please tell me that you saw what I saw.”

“That fine ass man? I definitely did.”

“I can’t believe you’re gonna let him touch you there...” Your best friend hit submit on her tablet and set it back down on the glass display case. 

“It’s not like it’s that risque… it’s small anyways so it’ll be done in no time.”

The sound of the curtain opening ends your conversation.

“Ready, little lady?”

You nod and he motions you around the counter and through the black curtain. As you walk past him, you see a man with several piercings and multiple tattoos on his arms walking towards you.

“She’s right out there, boss. Had her fill out the waiver and everything.”

“Thanks Chim. Happy Birthday again!”

The man, despite all of his jewelry and tattoos, had a cheerful disposition, and radiated a fun energy. He looked tough and menacing, but when he smiled, all of that melted away. You felt confident he would do a good job on your friend.

“Andddd.. Right through here.” Jimin pointed you towards a doorway and you headed inside, eyeing the bed and tattoo equipment laid out. As he followed you inside and shut the door, you turned to ask him where you should sit.

“Alright, before I have you climb up on the table, where do you want this small tattoo?”

“I want it right here.” You pointed at a spot below your hip, right at the apex of where your bikini line meets your leg. You thought it was the perfect place for a dainty tattoo that would only be seen by the men who would be lucky enough to get your panties off of you.

“Ah, I see why you asked for a female artist.. Well, I will have you know that I have tattooed many a half naked woman. No worries. I’ll treat you right.” He winked, and it went straight to your core.

“Let me see the design you want, so I can get that drafted up and ready to draw onto you.”

You showed him a beautiful image of detailed line work that created a flower. 

“This will look so good on you, send this to the email posted above the door.” Jimin pointed at a plaque on the wall above the closed door that listed the wifi information and an email to the shop.

“I’m just gonna have you strip from the waist down, and wrap this towel around you as best as you can to cover all the bits you're worried about, just make sure to leave the area you want done exposed. I’ll print out the design and I’m gonna grab the correct size gloves, they put the wrong ones in here again.”

Jimin left the room with a box of gloves in hand, and you quickly stripped down, winding the towel around your waist and climbing onto the table. Laying back, you tug at the towel, creating enough slack to cover your mound while still keeping the right side exposed for the tattoo. Getting comfortable, you logged into the wifi network and sent the image to the email address as requested. Waiting for Jimin to return felt like it took forever, but you knew that it was just your nerves talking. This would be your first tattoo.

“Ready, baby girl?” Jimin popped back into the room and you jumped, nerves getting the best of you. He adjusted the table so that you were slightly leaned back and your legs dangled at the knee.

“Let me wash my hands and glove up, then we can get started.”

You took the opportunity to eye Jimin as his back was turned to you. The way the black leather pants hugged his ass, showcasing his lean legs that were toned. 

“It’s, uh, it’s your birthday today?” You asked, voice cracking just slightly.

“Yup! The big 2-5. That’s actually why we do the 13 dollar tattoos in October. I offer this rate to celebrate so I can spend the day doing something that I love.”

“Wow, that’s amazing. Happy Birthday!”

“Thank you. Alright, if you’re ready, I’m gonna use this wipe to remove any hair and then place this and you let me know if it’s where you want it or we can adjust.”

You could feel his gentle touch as he wiped the hair removal cloth along your skin before placing the trace of the flower there. Handing you a mirror, you eyeball the location and nod, letting him know that you approve of it.

You take deep breaths as you wait for him to start, trying to ease your nerves. Once the gun makes contact with your skin, you let out an indecent moan. You were expecting it to hurt, and while there definitely is some pain, there is also no mistaking the arousal that leaks from your core. The buzz of the gun is loud, but you’re sure that Jimin noticed the way you formed your mouth into an ‘O’ and closed your eyes. If you hadn’t been instructed to stay still, you might have arched into it, enjoying the way his other hand was braced along your hip, gripping you as he leaned over your lower half to follow the outline. 

Sitting on a rolling chair and positioned between your knees, Jimin was very aware of the way you were reacting to the tattoo. It excited him, finding someone who looked as good as you did who reacted the same way to being tattooed as he had his first time. He tried to ignore the slight hard-on he got from hearing you moan from him decorating your virgin skin.

About 15 minutes later, Jimin had finished the delicate lines of the flower, and wiped away the residual ink. You sat back with your eyes closed, breathing heavily as you calmed down from the rush of endorphins. Jimin looked up at you, admiring the way your lashes highlight your cheekbones.

“Well done, baby girl.”

His breath tickles your inner thigh as he inspects his work, and you look down at him, perfectly positioned to fulfill your wildest dreams.

“It actually didn’t hurt like I thought it would.”

“Seemed like you enjoyed yourself through it.”

“Oh, you noticed that did you?” you ask sheepishly, failing to close your thighs to soothe the ache forming. 

“I noticed quite a bit… This tattoo is gorgeous here by the way. The perfect surprise.” Jimin looks up at you, eye fucking you slowly. “I can see it now, the lucky bastard running his hands like this along your thighs,” Jimin had removed his gloves and placed his soft palms against your thighs. He slides them up, eyes daring you to stop him. You don’t.

“I can see him spreading your thighs apart, kissing up your leg...” He dips his head down and you shiver as his pouty lips make contact with your thigh, soft wet kisses dragging themselves higher and higher.

“Him removing all the clothing blocking you from sight...” Jimin grips the towel and you watch as it glides off of you, revealing your wet folds to him. “Baby girl, I’d really like something sweet for my birthday...”

You nod consenting to his statement, knowing he’s asking to taste you. He wastes no time, tongue tracing your folds as he sucks and licks you, tongue dancing across your clit as your hands bury themselves into his hair. His hands grip your hips, careful not to touch your tattoo. You can’t help the sounds you make, moans rolling from your lips as he pushes your legs farther open before guiding his fingers inside of you. His lips latch onto your clit, paying it special attention as he finger fucks you, but it’s not enough.

“Please, Jimin...”

He pulls away from you, chin glossy with your arousal, but continues to pump his fingers in you slowly.

“I want to feel you, all of you.”

You buck your hips suggestively, and he grins.

“Fuck, baby girl, I’d love to feel you grip me the way you’re gripping my fingers.”

With a lewd, slick sound, he pulls his fingers free, enjoying the way your wetness coats them. He spreads the two fingers that were inside of you and you can see the way the juices cling together, sticky between his digits. He brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean.

The sight along caused you to clench, a small mewl from your throat catching his attention.

“Such a dirty girl… That turned you on?”

Eyes hooded, you nod, biting your lip.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

His lips meet yours, and they’re as soft as they looked. You can taste yourself in his mouth, and you tense when you feel the flared tip of his cock sliding against your leaking cunt. He teases your opening before he pushes past, stretching your walls to fit his girth. The angle of the chair allows you to feel him well, the tip of his cock teasing at your g-spot. 

His hands travel up your torso, pushing up your shirt until his hands are cupping your breasts, thumbs teasing your sensitive nipples through the lace bra you wore. He eases his face down until his tongue is lined up with your breast, the wet muscle laving the peak through the material. His hips move steadily, plunging him deeper and deeper with each thrust, and you can feel yourself building closer to climax. 

“Shit, Jimin, you feel so good...”

He giggles, and it’s a beautiful sound, melodic and soothing, and you feel him speed up. A free hand rubs at your swollen nub, infinity symbols drawn against your pink clit. His teeth graze your neck and when you feel him bite you, you let go.

Legs trembling, it’s earth shattering the way Jimin takes you through the crests. He can feel each wave of the multiple orgasms he produced, and he takes advantage of the pulsing walls to join you in this euphoric state. 

He wasn’t planning to fill you, so he pulled out and allowed his cum to pool on your mound. Due to the angle, it began to leak down across your clit and towards your opening, which he watched with desire. He really wasn’t planning to fill you, but he couldn’t resist fucking his seed back into you, allowing your satin core to milk the rest of him into you.

You had fully intended to only get ink on your skin today. Expected a little pain with every puncture. The pleasure of your tattoo artist's cock penetrating your pussy walls was just an added bonus, one you’re pretty sure the birthday boy enjoyed as well.

-

ℍ𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝔹𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕁𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕟, 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕖, 𝕤𝕖𝕩𝕪, 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪

[geo-winchester]

I’ll be home for Christmas.

Summary: Eggsy was sent for a mission a few days before Christmas, his family thought they have to spend Christmas Eve without him, but he give them a surprise.

A/N: hey guys, I hope you’re doing well, so here’s another Christmas blurb, thanks to @farfromjustordinary for the request, I hope I didn’t disappoint you and I hope you like it! If anyone had another request send me an ask!

Holidays blurbs

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Eggsy didn’t expect to be on a mission this time of the year, he imagine that this would be like any other year, he would help his wife making the food, help his children decorating the cookies while they listen to Christmas songs, watch Christmas movies with them or taking them to bed because they wait in the living room for Santa, he had everything plan but a few days before Christmas Harry send him for a mission, he want to refuse but he knew this was something important.

It supposed to be an easy mission, it supposed that he was just a tracking a guy but things get more complicated when they saw what kind of business he had. Every night he made the time to call his family, he heard what the kids do today and his wife try to tell him everything as if he was there. He look at the time on his phone before he call his wife.

-Hey, babe- she answered as fast as she could.

-Hey...

-What’s going on?- she asked worried.

-Nothing, how’s the night going, did you and the kids are having fun on Christmas Eve?- he asked.

-So that’s was about- she said -Babe, I know you want to be here but we know this job was important.

-I know, and I’ll be home soon- he said with a weak smile -What’s going on?

-Well, Rox try to help Michelle decorating the cookies, she end up eating most of the icing- she said laughing -then she want Icing too and they end up with a blue and green tongue- he laugh -they play with JB for an hour, Harry came over, he help me with the cook and he’s watching a movie with the kids... they ask him about you to day- she said.

-Really? What does he told them?

-He told them that their daddy was saving the world, now they think your an avenger- he laugh.

-I know you want me to be spider man- he said.

-What can I said, I have a thing for the guy who can climb walls.

-So that’s why you talk to me on the training room?- she hum in agreed and they laugh.

-Jesus babe... I wish you were here- she said in a soft voice.

-I know, listen I send you some gifts for you and the kids, Can you pick them up?

-Right now?- she asked him a little confuse.

-Yes! I want to hear your reaction...

-God Eggsy- he heard her walk to the door- if it’s the Pony Roxy is been asking for, you’re going to sleep on...- she stop talking when she opened the door and saw him standing on the porch, he smile at her.

-Is it better than a pony?- she nod in shock -ok I’m going to hang up...

-You’re here- she said before she run to him and hug him, almost making him fall -But how? Did you finish the mission?- he shook his head.

-I told you I’ll be home for Christmas- he said -We prepared everything so we could go home, beside Merlin is keeping an eye on the bad guys...- he couldn’t keep talking as she kiss him.

-Daddy?- a six year old girl asked from the frame of the door, when Eggsy smile the little girl run to him and he carried in his arms.

-Hey darling- he said with a big smile -were you having fun?- she nod.

-Mom let us decorate the cookies...

-And I realize that we have a couple of monster cookies- Yn said -We only have enough cookies for Santa.

-Grandpa Harry is here, he fall sleep with Michelle- the little girl smile.

-Do you want to do something fun?- Eggsy asked but his wife, stooped him.

-You ain’t going to scare them, you’re going to give the man a heart attack...

-Thank you for defending me, Yn- Harry said with Michelle on his arms -But I’m not that old- he said before he look at Eggsy and smile -I’m glad your home Eggsy, merry Christmas.

-Thank you Harry, and thank you for keep an eye on this little monsters.

-My pleasure.

They spend most of the night on the living room, after they had dinner on, the kids start to asked them questions about how they saved the world, of course they didn’t extend in every detail, they take pictures of the kids opening their presents, they take a picture of Harry with the ugly sweater they give him. Yn knew it was late when they went to bed but she didn’t want that night to end, she want to spend all the possible time with her husband, she want to spend all the time she could with her family. Know she was waiting for Eggsy to came back from down stair, when he finally get back he had the cookies they left on the living room and sit beside her as they took a cookie.

-Let me guess, our kids were on the couch, right?- He nod.

-They’re starting to grow, it’s was more difficult to take them to their beds.

-Or you’re getting older- she jokes making him rolled his eyes -At what time do you have to come back?- she asked after a moment, he bring her close to him.

-I had to get back tomorrow- she just nod -Hey it’s ok, we’re almost done and your handsome husband will save the world again... and you know what that mean- he winked at her making her smile.

-About that... there’s another present I want to give to you- she said as she went to her dresser and came back with a box in her hands, he look at her with curious. He start to open it excited to know what is it, when he open the box he took a little shirt that had something write it.

-Third is the charm?- he asked confuse until something -Wait... is this?- she nod -how, when..

-I found out a few days ago, and I’m thinking it happened when you saved the world last month- she said.

-Fuck, we’re having another baby- but she punch Him on the arm.

-Language...

-Sorry, we’re having a baby- he said with a smile and took her cheeks before he kiss her -Definitely this is the best Christmas gift.

-I hope you remind that when you have to change dippers again- they laugh before they lay side by side as they cuddle.

-I’m really excited about this- he said -Now I don’t want to go tomorrow- he start to play with her hair but before she could say or do something he low to her belly -Hey there, it’s your dad, I’m really excited that you’re there- he said -I have to go tomorrow, but I promise your beautiful mom and your amazing sisters that I’ll come back soon, I’ll be there to hear your heartbeat and lie to your mom that I saw you on the ultrasound- she laugh -but I love little bug.

-We love you too- she said, he kiss his wife.

-Merry Christmas darling.

-Merry Christmas babe.

[axther]

every second i get

in which Midoriya is forced to deal with his friends trying to get him and his crush together. 

for @patt-writes-stuff

Midoriya tried not to make regrets. 

This might’ve sounded strange, maybe obvious. But he took chances when he had them. He took the leap, hurtled off edges that others might’ve been worried about because he was finally able to do what he always wanted to. He put a thousand percent into everything he did. 

But this? This was some bullshit. 

Recently, as an example of goodwill, U.A. took in several exchange students from other countries. They were all valuable and magnificent in their own right, with talents that Midoriya could only awe at. One had the ability to rewind time under a full moon. Another could breathe underwater. 

But most of all, one could read minds. 

YN LN rarely used it, but it was said that there was a villain attack back at her own school, and she defeated them by only spamming their mind with cringy, outdated Ugandan Knuckles memes. It was funny, of course, but also incredibly powerful. Some mentioned that she was in the same boat as Shinsou, but she seemed to take it much better than he did. 

Oh, and she was cute. Really cute. 

Midoriya would catch peeks of her in the hallways, waltzing to her class with her books close to her and her eyes shining in the afternoon light. She always seemed to have someone at her side, talking softly with them, or maybe laughing loudly. But she was popular, kind, and strong.

Everything that Midoriya felt he wasn’t. 

Of course, he had friends. His quirk was certainly useful, though it had it’s drawbacks. But she was gentle and sweet. Even Bakugou tolerated her and didn’t give her a nasty nickname, which was definitely new. 

So when Mina waltzed up to him with a sneaky grin, he was worried. 

“Heyyyyy, Deku!” She tittiered, leaning on him in a way that was more than friendly but less than flirting. “You like YN, right?” 

“H-huh?!” Midoriya flushed bright red, flailing his arms comically as if to fend off the accusation. “N-no! I mean, she’s really nice b-but I totally don’t have a crush on her and I don’t want-er, really need to dater her, I mean if she asked I would say yes but I don’t have a crush and it’s really not-!” “We get the idea, loverboy.” Mina cut Midoriya off before he could ramble any more, and turned him around to see Sero talking with Denki and Todoroki. “Sero’s gonna have a party tonight. And guess who’s gonna be there~?” “Y-YN?” Midoriya’s flush went down, but barely. 

“You got it! All the transfer are going to be there, and we’re going to rope her into a game of truth or dare!” Mina cheered, but Midoriya recoiled. 

“Wait! What?!” “Yeah! And you’ll get to find out if she has a crush on you!” “What?!” Midoriya leapt away from her, bright red again, and gasping. “That’s-!” “We’re fuckin tired of seeing you pine, asshole.” Bakugou bit from his seat. “Either get your shit broken or date her. I don’t give a fuck.” “Oh, don’t lie like that!” Mina chastised him and swatted at his head, making him growl in response. “He does care! It was his idea!” “Shut the fuck up!” 

Midoriya felt nervousness crawl up his spine, a chill settling in his heart. What if he got publicly rejected? Oh god! What if she said she liked him? How would he react? Would he hug her? Thank her and bow? Kiss her, even? Oh my god! Kiss her?! What kind of response is that?! 

His mind was on overdrive, thinking in all caps and screaming at the top of his proverbial lungs. All sorts of scenarios played through his head, most of which were not meant for public consumption. It was pure chaos until he realised he was being shaken by Tsuyu grabbing his shoulders. It made his head roll around until he came to. “O-oh! Tsu! Sorry!” “It’s okay, kero.” She let go, pointing at her chin. “If this is how you act now, I wanna see how you act with YN in the same room.” “S-same...room…” “Shit, it’s happening again! Someone! Stop him!” 

Midoriya was a foot away from her. 

They were sitting on the couch together, with Denki between the two of them. The room felt like it was filled with lava; bubbling, hot, and too full. Every other second was spent glancing at YN, who was preoccupied with a game of twister that Jirou and Bakugou were fully absorbed in. They were practically doing aerobatics, growling at each other in a refusal to step down. The tension was climbing until one of Jirou’s ear jacks conveniently got under Bakugou’s hand and made him slip. It was almost artistic how she still stood where he fell, but in the end, Bakugou lost, and most of the class was willing to overlook the foul. 

And then came the dreaded truth or dare. 

For whatever reason, Sero brought a bottle, but spin the bottle was quickly shut down once everyone realised they would have to tape Mineta to the upside of the ceiling. They chose to tape him anyway, which led to some confusion on what they were going to play, but it remained truth or dare. 

The first to go was Ochako, who dared Tsuyu to smack Kirishima with her tongue. She did so and almost knocked him out, but he assured her he was fine and the game went on. Late into the night, borderline dangerous dares (“Hey, Bakugou, can you explode in your mouth?”) and embarrassing truths (like the time Todoroki froze over his own underwear and used Midoriya’s All Might underwear, which Midoriya found more mortifying than Todoroki did) were traded around, until it landed on YN for the first time all night. 

“Eh, YN.” Ochako murmured past the thirteen marshmallows in her mouth. “Do you hath a cruth on nnieeone?” “Huh?” YN tilted her head, crossing her legs with a bit of sass. “Now, isn’t that a bit…?” “Nobe!” Ochako chirped, her face splitting into a grin. “Anthwer!” “Ocha…” YN extended her hand, sighing. “I, well…” “You tho! You tho!” Ochako cheered. Midoriya didn’t realise he was on the edge of his seat until he almost fell off. “Thay it!” “Well, maybe…” She pursed his lips. “I can tell you he’s in this room.” Midoriya’s heart skyrocketed. In this room!? There was only him, and Bakugou, and Todoroki, Sero, Denki, Mineta, and Shoki and Tokoyami, Aoyama, Iida, Ojirou, Kirishima, Koda, Sato… Midoriya’s hopes plummetted. It didn’t narrow it down by a lot. 

“Yeah?! Who?! Who?!” “He has...a darker palette?” YN tapped a finger to her chin, trying to dance around the question. It cancelled out Denki, Bakugou, Todoroki, Sato, Ojirou, Aoyama, Koda, and kind of Kirishima if Midoriya squinted. 

“And he’s really smart, and does really well in class.” That definitely outs Kirishima and Sero. Ojiro, Koda, Tokoyami, Aoyama, and Shoji weren’t exceptional in class, either. So all that was left was…

Midoriya’s brain stopped. It stopped fully in its tracks. 

All it left was him. 

It was like he did a mental stutter, the couch feeling like a rock and his hands feeling far too sweaty for his liking. He wiped them on his jeans, but they seemed to be just as sweaty as before. He swallowed. He slicked back his hair a bit. His eyes wandered. Every second felt far too long. 

“That’s not enough, YN.” Mina whined, tipping back so she was laying on the floor. “You have to tell tell us!” “Nah.” She reclined into her hand with a soft smile, blinking slowly. She seemed satisfied, despite the other girl’s begging for more information. Midoriya coughed into his fist, trying to regain his sensibility before slowly rising. 

“I, uh, I’m gonna head to bed!” “Whaaaatttt?” Mina crooned, leaning forward. “Why? Not even Bakugou has gone to bed yet.” 

“Shut up!” “I’m just tired,” Midoriya rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, trying to edge away. Before he could, though, YN rose up and took a deep breath. 

“I’m going to bed, too.” She smiled, nodding her head. “We need to get sleep while we can, right?” “Ughhhhhh,” Ochako groaned, finally swallowing the marshmallows. “Fine. But it won’t be the same!” 

“That sounds like a you problem.” YN sassed before walking past Midoriya, glancing at him when she passed. It was as intimidating and romantic as eye contact could be, and made his knees grow weak. 

“R-right.” Midoriya said, though no one asked him anything. “Sure.” “Huh? Dude, are you okay?” Kirishima leans over, but Midoriya just shakes his head as he watches YN walk away. “Y-Yeah!” He juts his thumb towards the hallway, wondering how long leaving was going to take. “I’m just...gonna go.” Before anyone else could say anything, he booked it until he turned the corner and was out of sight. He was panting, but less out of the running than it was nervousness. He kept looking behind him, like he was expecting one of his classmates to come barrelling at him. He turned a second corner, only to bump directly into YN. She had been standing, waiting there for him, with a deep stare. “Hey, Izuku.” 

Midoriya jumped, nearly hopping out of his skin at her gentle, quiet tone. Her arms were crossed, and her eyes were bearing into him. 

“O-Oh! YN! Hi! Hey! I mean, uh, I thought you were going to bed.” He started backing away slowly until his back hit the wall. “Yeah. But I wanted to talk to you.” YN brought her arms up and promptly slammed them on either side of Midoriya’s shoulders, effectively trapping him between her and the wall. “You’re bright red.” “R-really?!” His eyes looked everywhere and nowhere, speeding around until they landed on her. Her brow was furrowed and her nose was scrunched. 

“Yeah. Say...do you have a crush on anyone?” She leaned in, eyes glancing down onto his lips before flickering back up. 

“M-maybe!” He squeaked, desperately trying to figure out how he should respond. Everything about this was something out of a manga, not real life. 

“You know…” YN leaned in again, this time not only looking at his lips but keeping her eyes on them. "I've never wanted to kiss anyone as much as I want to kiss you."

Midoriya felt his face flush again, then go cold, then flush redder than before. It was a constant rapture that seized him, lifting him up higher than he could ever consider. 

“What?!” He yelped once his mind caught up with what was going on. “Shh!” She hissed, putting a finger over her lips, which looked very cute. “You don’t want the whole dorm knowing, do you?” 

“Oh…” Midoriya wasn’t sure if he did want everyone to know, but YN kabedonning him made his brain keep on stuttering like a broken record. 

“Hey…” For a second, there was a flash of uncertainty in her eyes. “Do you like me? All the girls say you do, but still…” 

“Yes!” Midoriya nearly shouted, jumping and almost bonking heads with YN. “Yes, yes, yes!” 

“Wait, really?” YN leaned back, surprise on her face. “I thought I was going to scare you off, or something.” 

“Not at all!” Midoriya started waving his hands, a happy flush growing on his face. 

“Then...do you wanna date?” “Yeah. “ He sighed softly. His eyes were wide and his heart felt like it had soared to the moon. The moment was pure ecstasy, and he couldn’t come down from this high.

“I would love that.” 

[kookiesjoonies]

all in | chapter eight.

all in | chapter eight: i’m all in.

main pairing: rapper!namjoon x university student/bartender!reader

side ships: broken up!jikook, actor!seokjin x university student/bartender!oc, yoonseok, vmin (u gotta squint hard to see it)

word count: 4.8k

warnings: language, some angst, fluff

*not my gif*

— SERIES SUMMARY

you aren’t usually one to give out your number to strangers (let alone customers), but after you start talking to Namjoon and getting to know him, you decide that there’s no way you’re going to let him leave without it. however, he fails to mention that he’s one of the most popular rappers in South Korea. and it just so happens that one of your best friends ends up with an extra ticket to one of his shows.

You were desperate to get out of that fucking car. It took twenty minutes to get from your house to the venue, but it felt like twenty years. Because all you had heard from the time you climbed into the passenger’s seat was Jimin and Jungkook’s bickering. You’d tried to call them out on it a few times, but it’s as if neither of them heard you. You were sure they’d forgotten you were in the car at all.

“I fucking asked you if you needed anything from the gas station, and you didn’t respond. Was I supposed to read your mind?” Jimin wasn’t quite yelling, but his voice was definitely louder than it needed to be.

Jungkook was in the back seat with his arms crossed over his chest, scowling at the back of Jimin’s head as he drove.

“I did fucking respond, you just didn’t hear me. Because you don’t fucking listen to me, but I guess that shouldn’t surprise me.”

You felt like ripping your hair out. Would these two ever go back to normal? Or was this going to be your new normal from now on? Either way, you were sick and tired of their bullshit. And you were determined to make yourself heard.

They’d kept arguing, completely at each other’s throats and you shifted slightly in your seat so that you could look between the both of them before raising your voice.

“Hey!” You yelled, causing both of them to cease their arguing, “Jimin, just drive and stop talking. Jungkook, sit back there and don’t speak to him. I’m sick of this. It’s supposed to be a good day for me, and a fun one for the three of us, and the two of you are absolutely ruining it. The shit you’re fighting over is absolutely ridiculous. So for the love of God, just stop. “

Right now you felt more like their mother than their best friend, but it seemed to have worked. Jungkook was now looking out the window, and Jimin kept his gaze forward without glancing at his ex-boyfriend in the rear view mirror.

You relaxed back into your seat once you’d determined that they’d listened to what you had to say, enjoying the peace and quiet for the rest of the commute.

Once you arrived at the venue, you’d sent Joon a quick text telling him that you were outside. He said he’d send someone out to get you because he was getting dressed for rehearsal.

When the three of you exited the car, Jungkook was on your left, and Jimin was on your right. You’d purposely put yourself in the middle so that maybe, just maybe, this would keep them from arguing.

You walked into the stadium and stood near the entrance, waiting for Joon’s friend to arrive and lead you to him. You were excited. You were nervous. But overall, you were just ecstatic. You couldn’t wait to see him again, and you were sure that the feeling was mutual.

A male with light blonde hair stepped in front of you and your friends, and both Jungkook and Jimin’s jaws dropped. You rose a brow at their sudden actions, confused as to why they seemed so surprised.

“Hi, yn?” The man questioned, looking from you to your friends. He let out a quiet chuckle at their facial expressions, “I take it you two are fans?”

Jimin and Jungkook didn’t speak, just nodded their heads at a rapid pace. You laughed awkwardly, beginning to get embarrassed at how your friends were acting.

“I’m Yoongi,” He said, “Also known as Agust D, but it’s just a stage name. Please, call me Yoongi.”

He held out a hand for you to shake and you offered him a smile, giving his hand a light squeeze.

“Yoongi, I’m yn, but you already knew that. And my starstruck friends here are Jimin and Jungkook.” As you introduced their names, you pointed to each of them to let Yoongi know who was who.

“Happy to finally meet you, all of you. Joon won’t shut up about you.”

His words made you blush, and you couldn’t help but to look down at your feet in an attempt to hide that fact. He shook Jungkook and Jimin’s hands before clearing his throat and stepping aside to gesture the three of you in front of him.

“Let’s get backstage and get you to Joon, and I’ll sign some things for the two of you. Oh and if you’re fans of J-Hope, he’s here too.”

You didn’t think their jaws could drop any lower, but at the mention of J-Hope’s name, they proved you wrong.

You laughed at how dramatic they were being, “Guys, you’re going to catch flies.”

It was a short walk to the dressing room, but it felt like it took ages. There were a million thoughts running through your head, but they all started with one word; Namjoon.

Yoongi opened the door, and there were two people sitting on a couch that was pushed up against the wall. They were watching something on one of their phones, but both looked up when the four of you entered into the room.

“Hey, look! It’s yn!” One of the men, who you assumed were also Joon’s friends, excitedly jumped up from the couch and immediately made his way over to you.

You gave him a smile, followed by a short laugh, “I feel bad that you know my name, but I don’t know yours.”

“Oh!” He exclaimed, “I’m Hoseok and that over there,” He gestured toward the man left alone on the sofa, “is Taehyung.”

“It’s nice to meet you! All of you. These are my friends, Jimin and Jungkook.”

They were back at it with that damn shocked facial expression again. And it was directed at Hoseok, so putting two and two together, you figured it was safe to say that he was J-Hope.

Hoseok couldn’t quite figure your friends out, but Yoongi nudged him in the side with his elbow, “They’re fans of ours.”

“Oh, I see! Well, hello, it’s so nice to meet you!” He took a bow in front of each of them, and your friends responded in the same manner.

You were amazed at how quiet Jimin and Jungkook were being. If seeing Yoongi and Hoseok was going to make them this quiet all of the time, then you’d have to recruit them to joining the three of you in the car ride home.

Taehyung made his way from the couch over to all of you, his hands in the pockets of his jacket as he bowed to you, and then to your friends.

You did the same and Taehyung spoke, “It’s nice to finally put a face to the name, yn. Welcome.”

He offered you a smile, and you returned the favor. With all of these introductions going on, you’d almost forgotten why you were here in the first place. Joon.

You searched the rather large room for any sign of him with your eyes, but had no such luck.

“Uhm,” You began, “do any of you know where Namjoon is?”

And as if on cue, a door in the far left of the room swung open to reveal Namjoon walking through it. He was running a hand through his hair as his long legs carried him into the room where you were.

When he looked up and saw the group that had gathered in the middle of the room, his eyes found you first. Your friends and his had gone on to chat amongst themselves, Yoongi and Hoseok were signing various things for your friends, and Taehyung had moved back to the sofa to continue his video.

And even though there were five other people in the room with you, it felt like you and Namjoon were the only ones there. Your face lit up when he looked at you, and this warm, fuzzy feeling started in your chest and made its way throughout your entire body. You felt your cheeks begin to heat up, and that annoyed you because all he had done so far was look at you. The effect that this man had on you left you breathless and confused in the best way possible, it was intoxicating. And you were sure you’d never be able to get enough of it. Or of him.

He made his way over to you in short strides and you’d decided to walk and meet him halfway. The two of you were standing in front of each other now, him easily towering over you.

The tips of his ears were colored red, as well as the top of his neck. His smile was shy, and you were sure you were having the same effect on him as he was having on you.

Neither of you spoke for what felt like an eternity, when in reality it was only a few seconds. And when you finally did speak, you spoke at the same time, talking over one another.

“Hi.” You both said at the same time, which caused the two of you to erupt with laughter.

“Hi.” He repeated, and you continued to smile up at him.

“Long time no see.” You teased, causing him to let out a low chuckle.

“Pretty sure you saw me yesterday. Once at the concert, and once on FaceTime.” He corrected.

You shook your head, “Nope, doesn’t count. When I was at the concert I saw you, but you didn’t see me. And FaceTime doesn’t count because it wasn’t in person.”

Namjoon brought his hands up in front of him as if to admit defeat, “Alright, alright. Point taken.”

You both were sure your cheeks were going to hurt for the rest of the night with how hard and long you’d been smiling, but you didn’t care.

“So listen,” Namjoon began, “rehearsal doesn’t start for another hour. So would you maybe want to go out for a bit? Get away from this place? We could go for a walk, if that’s okay with you.”

“That sounds absolutely perfect. As long as your friends don’t mind babysitting my friends.” You said, and Namjoon laughed.

He turned you around to point at the group of men that were now eating various snacks together and talking like they’d known each other for years.

“You know,” he said, “I don’t think they’ll mind. They won’t even notice we’re gone.”

He grabbed one of your hands in his own and pulled you to the door and outside of the dressing room, running down the hallway to the exit like you were little kids. The sound of your laughter echoed and the two of you had to stop and catch your breath once you were finally outside.

“You shouldn’t be out of breath.” You pointed out.

Namjoon cocked an eyebrow at you, “And why is that?”

“Because I’ve seen your dance routines on that stage, running through a hallway should be a breeze for you.” You were teasing him, and he couldn’t resist teasing you back by playfully rolling his eyes.

You could get used to this.

There was a park nearby that Namjoon swore had the best scenery around, and you could confirm that he was right. The two of you walked through a path filled with trees, flowers beginning to bud on the branches from the spring season, the sound of children playing in the distance. The weather wasn’t too warm or too cold, it felt just right. It was perfect and you felt like you were in a movie.

You’d spent the first fifteen minutes of your walk complaining about how Jimin and Jungkook had nearly driven you insane on the way here, and Namjoon listened intently, offering words of advice here and there.

“But in the end, I’m not sure there’s much that you can do to change the situation. It sounds to me like they’re issues they will have to work on themselves.”

You nodded, stopping in your tracks and shaking your head, “I’m sorry. I’ve been complaining this whole time. That’s not what I should be doing.”

Namjoon stopped walking as you did, quickly responding, “Yn, I don’t care what you talk about, as long as you talk. I could listen to you talk about anything and everything all day long. So if you want to talk about your annoying best friends, or your pet goldfish, I promise I won’t mind.”

He was making you blush, and you just knew he was doing that on purpose. Your face was a light shade of red now and you turned your head to look in the opposite direction of where Namjoon was standing. But he wasn’t having it. He took a step closer to you and took in a deep breath.

“Stop me if this is too soon.” He said, and you were momentarily confused.

That is, until he brought both of his large hands up to cup either side of your face and began to lean down toward your lips. You were quick to react and brought your hands up to wrap perfectly around his neck, standing on the tips of your toes as you leaned with him.

When your lips finally met, you swore you heard fireworks go off. You felt your body lift off of the ground completely and begin to float. You couldn’t hear anything now, no more children,  no more leaves blowing in the wind. You couldn’t smell the spring air anymore, the only thing that you were capable of taking in was Namjoon.

His hands moved from your face down to your waist to help keep you balanced on your tiptoes. You smiled against his mouth as he began to move his lips slowly against yours. He wanted to savor the taste of you, because he hadn’t stopped thinking about what this moment would feel like when it finally happened. And now that he’d finally kissed you, he didn’t ever want to stop.

You weren’t about to make him, either. You lightly poked your tongue out and teasingly ran it over his bottom lip. Both of you opened your mouths for each other and from there, you let him take the lead. His tongue was moving around yours in a way that had you clinging to the hair at the end of his neck. You felt like you were holding onto him for dear life now, and by the grip he held on your waist, you knew he felt the same.

You both failed to remember that you were in the middle of a public park, and you didn’t seem to care. You only pulled back when you needed to come up for air. When you parted, both of your breathing was unsteady. But the smile on your face, and his, stretched from ear to ear.

His hands had now moved back to the sides of your face and he leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your forehead.

“I’m happy.” You said simply, still coming down from the high from making out with Namjoon.

If he made you feel like this by just kissing, you couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would feel like once the two of you were able to move on to bigger and better things.

You quickly shook those thoughts from your head because this was a sweet moment, and one you didn’t want to ruin or forget.

“I’m happy too.” Joon said, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

The two of you continued your walk, and got to know each other as you did so. You talked about your childhood, what your favorite color was, favorite song, favorite movies, etc.

“Iced coffee is better than hot coffee, and you cannot convince me otherwise.” You argued.

“How about we just agree to disagree?” Namjoon suggested.

You nodded, leaning into his side as the two of you walked back toward the concert venue. Somewhere along the way, Namjoon had taken your hand in his. And the two of you had been holding hands for what seemed like forever now. Both of your palms were sweaty, but you couldn’t bring yourselves to care.

“I’m happy that you know who I am, what I do.” He said.

“Me too, but now that I do, I have a question.”

He squeezed your hand as he looked over and tilted his head down to look at you, “Oh?”

“When we were talking at the bar, you said that you didn’t know if this is what you wanted to do anymore. But last night, when I saw you up there on that stage, you looked like you were having the time of your life. So I can’t help but to wonder, why do you think you’d want to quit this?”

Namjoon sighed and used his free hand to push his hair back, “The concerts, I love. I love doing shows, I love seeing the fans. That’s the good part. The part that keeps me sane during all of this. But the business side of it has just gotten so insane for me as of lately. I have to constantly be working on something. An album, a song, a collab, doesn’t matter. It’s like I don’t even have time to breathe, and any time I mention it I just get told ‘it’s the job’. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m burnt out? Yeah, that sounds right.

“But also sounds so fucking ungrateful. Because I shouldn’t be complaining. I have a life that most people only dream of having, and I have the nerve to complain about it just because I have to work? I don’t know, maybe I’m just being dramatic.”

“Stop walking and look at me.” You said sternly, and he did as he was told.

“Namjoon, you are human. You are allowed to feel these things. Your feelings are real and valid. Just because you’re “famous” doesn’t mean that your life has to be together all the time. And if they don’t understand that, make them understand. Or find new management. You’re R fucking M for crying out loud, you won’t have trouble finding someone else to manage you. You need to put your mental health first and foremost.”

He started at you then. And he couldn’t help but to kiss you again. He left several pecks in a row on your lips, causing you to let out a string of giggles.

“What was that for?” You asked.

“For understanding me. For listening to me. For being you, I don’t know. I’m just... really happy that you’re in my life now.”

You smiled at him and gently ran your thumb over the back of his hand, “I can assure you, Namjoon, the feeling is very mutual. And I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

He sighed, “This isn’t going to be easy though, yn. I have so much going on, and it can get overwhelming. I’m about to leave for tour for five months, are you sure you’re okay with all of this?”

You didn’t hesitate when you answered, “Namjoon, I’m okay with it. Sure, it might not be easy. But that’s okay, we’ll figure it out. I’m all in.”

Namjoon picked you up off of the ground, and you let out a small yelp, followed by a loud laugh as he twirled you around. His lips landing on yours once again as he slowly sat you back down on the ground.

“Me too.”

You were watching as the makeup artist carefully applied Joon’s stage makeup. His eyes were closed as she applied a soft layer of black eyeshadow, at the same time the hair stylist was putting finishing touches on tonight’s look.

More people had piled into the dressing room with you over the last ten minutes, all apart of Joon’s team, you assumed. On the opposite side of the room, Yoongi and Hoseok were getting ready to go on stage as well. Joon had informed you that as a surprise for their fans, they’d be performing their new song together before it released tonight.

“Do you get nervous before shows?” You questioned, leaning back against the vanity behind you.

Joon’s eyes we’re finally open again and the makeup artist nodded her head with approval before she moved on to touching up his concealer.

His eyes shifted toward you as he gave a reply to your question, “Sometimes. But not as much anymore, this is actually the part that makes me the least nervous. However, tonight, I do feel more nervous than usual.”

“Because you’re performing a new song?” You assumed.

Joon chuckled, bringing a hand up to rub the back of his neck, “Well, that, and the fact that you’ll be watching me.”

The woman that had served as a barrier between the two of you had finally finished with his makeup, and you had to admit, he looked incredibly sexy like this. His eyeshadow was smoked out, his hair was slicked back, and his lips shined from the lip balm she’d applied. It made his lips look extra kissable, and you had to fight the urge to mess up all of the artist’s hard work.

You stepped toward him and interlocked his fingers with your own. Your hand seemed to fit perfectly inside his, and you wondered how it was possible to feel like you were heavily intoxicated just from holding someone’s hand.

“I watched you last night, and you were amazing. I’m sure tonight will be no different.”

He laughed and stood up from the chair he’d been sitting in, “Yeah, but I didn’t know you were watching me last night.”

“True,” you said, “But you shouldn’t be nervous, Joon. I’m here for you. Not Rap Monster.”

He smiled down at you and dipped his head to press a kiss to your forehead. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your chin on his chest, looking up at him. He met your gaze and wrapped his arms tightly around you in return as he began to gently sway your bodies from side to side.

“Hey,” Yoongi spoke up, “five minutes til go time.”

Namjoon looked back at his friend and gave him a quick nod of his head to assure him that he’d heard what he’d said before he turned his full attention back to you.

“That would be my cue.” He said dramatically, making you giggle.

You pushed yourself up off of the ground so that you could reach his lips and pressed your mouths together. (Only feeling a slight pang of guilt for messing up what the makeup artist had worked so hard on.) You each moved your lips slowly against the other’s, and your hands found their way up to the sides of his neck.

You could’ve stayed there kissing him like that forever, and you would have. If it weren’t for Hoseok’s awkward coughing fit happening to your right.

Namjoon sighed and pulled back from you, turning to look at his friend, “Yes?”

“Sorry to interrupt, I really am, but we have to go.” His apology was genuine, and he smiled as he spoke.

You wondered if his smile was permanent, if he was smiling even when he was angry. You didn’t know, but one thing was for sure. This friend of Joon’s radiated energy that could have been mistaken for sunshine, and his smile was infectious.

“Go,” you said, pulling away from Namjoon despite your body’s desperate plea to be close to him, “Have fun out there. You got this.”

“Okay, but I’ll be checking to make sure you’re watching.”

“I don’t think I’d be able to take my eyes off of you if I tried, Joon.”

Your words made him smile, and he began to lean in to kiss you again, but two sets of arms pulled him away and toward the stage door before he could. You laughed at his friends’ actions and lifted your hand to wave at him as he exited the room.

Now that Namjoon had gone to stage, it was time for you to find your friends so that you could watch the show together. You texted Jimin, but got no response. So you tried Jungkook. He replied instantly and told you he was heading to the side stage and you told him you’d meet him there.

When you got there, Jungkook was standing alone watching the three rappers perform on stage. You searched the surrounding area for Jimin, but no such luck.

You walked over to Jungkook and had to elevate your voice above normal level to be heard over the music.

“Where’s Jimin?”

He didn’t look at you, only looked forward and continued to watch the show as he rolled his shoulders into a shrug, “Don’t know. Don’t care.”

You frowned, but you decided not to push him any further. You were determined to focus on Namjoon’s show, and even more determined to make sure that Jungkook had a good time tonight. So you grabbed his hand and pulled him to another spot beside of the stage so that you could see the boys better. You kept your hand in Jungkook’s and rested your head against his bicep.

His body was jerking every few seconds, and when you took a glance up at him it became clear to you that he was crying. You were instantly filled with worry.

“Kook, what happened?”

He just shook his head, and you got the hint. You sighed, leaning your head back against its former spot on his arm. You gave his hand a squeeze, trying to let him know that you were there for him and that it would all be okay. He must’ve gotten the message because he returned your squeeze with one of his own.

As their new song ended, the three boys took a bow and thanked the audience. Namjoon turned his head to look at the side stage, and formed a smile that took up his entire face when he saw you. You blew him a quick kiss and he responded with a wink before turning his attention back to his audience and transitioning into the next song.

After the concert was over, you were back in the dressing room surrounded by your respective groups of friends. Jimin had returned from who knows where with Taehyung by his side. They were laughing and genuinely looked to be enjoying each other’s company. Jungkook, however, he’d had enough of this night and told you that he was going to catch a ride home from Jin.

As much as you hated for him to leave, you understood. You made a mental note to tell Jimin exactly how much of a jackass he was being when the two of you were in the car later.

Yoongi was sitting on the sofa, scrolling on his phone with Hoseok’s head in his lap. Yoongi had a hand mindlessly stroking through his hair, and you began to wonder if there was more going on there than you had initially thought.

Namjoon was at the mirror, taking his makeup off. He looked exhausted, but he also looked happy. You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head against his back.

“Are you sure you have to leave?” You mumbled, so low that he barely heard you.

He sighed, turning around to face you, “Yes, love. I do.”

“I know,” You smiled, but it was fake and he could tell.

He pulled you outside of the dressing room and onto a bench that was beside of the door. The two of you sat down, your knees touching. He placed a hand on your lower thigh.

“I know you don’t want me to go, and I don’t want to go. It’s five months, though. Which is a long time, but it could be a lot longer. And it usually is. Yn, if this is too much, if you don’t want to—“

You cut him off by placing a hand over his mouth. He crossed his eyes in an attempt to look down at your hand, causing you to laugh.

“What part of all in, didn’t you understand? I’m not going anywhere, Namjoon. I’ll be here when you get back.”

He smiled and you brought your hand away from his mouth and rested it on top of the one he had on your leg.

The two of you stayed like that for awhile, and eventually you’d moved to lean your head against his shoulder. His cheek fell against your hair and you took to tracing circles on the back of his hand with your index finger.

The space that had been filled with screams and staff members talking not even an hour ago, was now empty and quiet. And when you finally spoke again, you did so with a whisper, as not to disturb the room.

“I’m glad you walked into that bar.”

You could feel Namjoon nod his head, “So am I.”

A/N: Happy Easter to those who celebrate, and happy Sunday to those who don’t. Xo Hope you enjoyed the two of them finally seeing each other in person! There will be an add on to this chapter up later today!

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[broadstbroskis]

Present Tense after blurb - "We're NOT telling our parents/friends." And then they don't until they get engaged.

omg this honest to god hadn’t even occurred to me but i can 100% get behind. you and matthew are both so stubborn and you both hate being wrong, so yeah, here’s a blurb post present tense

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When you start sneaking around to be with Matty, both of you in solid agreement that you’ll just never tell anyone that you were wrong, ever, you didn’t think you’d manage to keep it quiet for as long as you did. After all, for those last few weeks of summer, the two of you were desperate for any missed minute together- finding moments in your cars, ducking into empty rooms, even going so far as to climb into each other’s windows. You can’t even imagine having to try and explain that one to the Flames’ medical team and front office if something had gone wrong. Or god forbid, your parents.

But then he’d had to go back to Calgary, and you were certain, that even though by some miracle you hadn’t been caught during the summer, this was it. And worse, now you’d be left to deal with the fallout on your own!

But nope. “Another business trip?” Your mom says excitedly, as you roll your suitcase to the kitchen. 

“Yep.” You respond, noncommittally. All of your “business trips” have been up to Calgary to see Matt, which somehow no one in either your family or his has caught onto. 

“It’s really great that your company is giving you more responsibility.” You mom says. “They must really love your work!” And she thankfully, grabs her tea to-go and heads out for the door before you have to make anymore awkward discussion about it or start banging your head against a wall.

But you somehow survive until Matty returns home for his short Christmas break, flying in late on the night of the 23rd, with plans to fly back to Calgary (with you in tow for another “business trip”) late on the 26th. 

You’re honestly not expecting to see him much, if really at all, on the short break home, until it’s time to fly back to Calgary, so to say that you’re shocked to see him chase after you when you pass their house on Christmas Eve during your daily jog is an understatement. 

“I can’t do this anymore.” Matty says and for all that you’d been gasping for breath when you’d stopped running to look at him, you suddenly can’t breathe; you feel like you’ve been sucker punched in the stomach. “No, that’s-” And he gets down on one knee and there is not enough oxygen, not nearly enough to survive, as you watch him pull a jewelry box out of the pocket of his joggers and present your dream engagement ring to you. “I can’t waste anymore time without you, YN! I’m tired of watching you leave me and I don’t want to spend another minute apart.”

“Fuck off.” You manage to choke out, still trying to catch your breath, but not at all related to your run. There’s no way he’s serious about this. No fucking way.

But Matty grins, straight up dimples popping, because he knows he’s got you. “Will you marry me?”

“Fuck off!” It’s the only thing you can say.

“Will you marry me?” He repeats, still grinning.

“Fuck yeah!” You nod, finally, and he slips the ring on your finger, but it’s only once he stands up to kiss you that you realize you have an audience that’s cheering wildly.

Brady and Taryn are standing at the bottom of the driveway, in various states of disarray, like they’d just ran after their brother, needing to know what it was that had him sprinting out of the house and too curious and nosy to bother with things like shoes and jackets, and in Brady’s case, a shirt. They’re both grinning as you pull away from Matty and look over at them, as he tries to pull your attention back to him, and then reluctantly acknowledges his siblings’ existences. “Alright, what’s it going to take to get you to keep this between us?”

“Um.” Taryn says, sliding her phone behind her back. “Oops?”

“Taryn!”

“We’re all very excited for you!” She hastens to add. “Very curious, but very excited!”

When you meet Matty’s eyes, he’s not looking anywhere but you, still absolutely beaming, and you can’t help but lean into his side. “Well I guess we should go start making rounds then.”

Matt kisses you in agreement. “Got five months worth of secrets to share.”

“What?” Taryn cries again. “Okay, yeah, inside. Now.” And she grabs your hand, but you reach out behind you to grab Matty’s. You’re definitely not doing this alone and he’s stuck with you for the long haul, forever now.

[aureumjeon]

gone cold (m) ksj

pairing; seokjin x reader ft. jungkook

genre; exes au, college au basically angst, smut, inspired by the 1975 - somebody else.

warnings; mentions of alcohol, y/n falling out of love and seokjin's heart getting broken, hints of infidelity, daddy kink, oral (female receiving), pussy/panty sniffing, rimming, squirting, fingering, boring missionary, yn being an asshole.

word count; 6100

summary;

➜ at this point, seokjin was the only one carrying this weight with his own two hands. it took everything he had and then some to salvage your slowly deteriorating relationship. he hoped that you'd find yourself in his arms again but the truth was inevitable. Your love had gone cold and you're intertwining your soul with somebody else.

a/n; i absolutely DO NOT condone any from of cheating 🤢 stay loyal friends. yn is the one in the wrong (don't wanna say cheater oof) here since jin could never 🤧

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"Are you sure you'll tag along?" Taehyung asked cautiously, placing the last bottle of vodka he was assigned to bring to the party in a brown disposable bag.

"Yeah," Jin replied calmly, "It's been so long since I last went. Namjoon's probably worried. I should at least show up to let them know I'm okay."

Taehyung gave the elder a sympathetic smile. He took the bag in his right arm and placed the other on Jin's shoulder. "Let's go, yeah?"

Six months ago

It was your second year anniversary and Jin was busying himself in the kitchen preparing your dinner like the culinary student he was. "How do you want your steak?" he called, passively watching you on the couch being a little too preoccupied with your mobile phone to be honest. "Yn." He demanded your attention again. 

You looked up in surprise, a cheeky smile in tow. "Yes, baby?"

God, you really weren't paying attention. He's starting to wonder what, or who, was making you put all your focus on your phone.

He'll let it slide since it's your anniversary. "Medium or medium rare?" He questioned, holding the slab of marbled meat next to his face.

"Hmmm," you hummed playfully, lips forming into a pout while thinking of an answer. "Medium rare, please!" You grinned, toothy smile and chubby cheeks. Gosh, you were too cute and it made his heart hurt that he almost doubted you for a second. 

You stood up from your seat and waddled your way next to your boyfriend. "That looks super yummy!" You pointed eagerly to the pot of buttery mashed potato he had prepared beforehand. 

"Wait till you taste the gravy, you're going to beg me for more." Jin smirked, fingers reaching to poke at your side. "Jin!" You yelped suddenly, binding your arms around your torso by instinct and shielding it from what's about to come. 

He stepped towards you and was now using his figure that was twice the size of yours, to restrict you from escaping any route possible. Eventually trapping you between the counter and his firm chest. 

His fingers carefully traced the hem of your — his — shirt that falls just above your flawless thighs, playing with the loose threads hanging. "Hmmm?" His eyebrow quirked, finding out that you weren't wearing any shorts under the oversized shirt.

"You're such a tease, princess."

As if on cue, his little pet name for you flipped a switch and you felt the heat growing bigger between your nimble legs. "D-daddy…" You groaned bashfully, burying your face in his chest while wrapping your arms around his slim waist.

"Yes, princess?" His slender hand carefully moved from the hem of your shirt to your ass. Kneading at the supple flesh exposed by your skimpy thong.

"Did this for you," you mumbled into him, hands crawling upwards to clutch onto his broad and firm shoulders. You sighed wistfully.

"Did you now?" His tone was quite questionable. He thought about interrogating you with what's got you so invested and giggling at the screen of your phone and straight up disregarding him, but he'd rather not ruin the mood already set up for the two of you.

Jin secured his arms where your butt meets your thighs and elevated you to sit on the edge of the counter where your sex was perfectly aligned with his crotch. The coldness from the glass counter top causes goose bumps to creep up your skin and you feel all your senses heighten. Especially your sense of touch.

His hands slowly pried your legs open, exposing your pretty lace panties glistening with your wetness. The heat from his palms were burning invisible marks on your skin, further igniting the flame in your stomach. "So lovely." He cooed, rubbing his clothed dick against your aching core. "Tell daddy what princess wants." He maintained his actions, grinding his hips against you. The friction caused all your blood to rush to your head, face now red as a tomato.

"Tongue," you squirmed in place, biting your lips to suppress the moans eagerly wanting to tumble out. "I want your tongue, please?"

"Since my princess asked so nicely," He knelt down so that he's face to face with your core. He leaned forward, nose gently brushing against your covered slit. You shivered at the minimal contact, leaning back and resting your head on the cabinet behind you while exhaling a blissful sigh.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, soaking up the intoxicating scent of your arousal. His fingers sank into the rosy flesh of your thighs, nails engraving crescent moon shaped indents as he fights the urge to devour you right then and there.

"My princess smells so sweet." He purred contentedly, following the line of your underwear.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally felt his hands climb to the curve of your hips. Gripping at the waist band, he pulled your underwear all the way down your legs. He held onto the piece of cloth for a while, crumpling it into his hand and shoving it up his nostrils. He looked so fucking erotic while sniffing up your delicious aroma. "Daddy…" You whined impatiently, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. You looked desperate, hands coming to rest on your boyfriend's shapely shoulder. "Need you, please? "Don't worry, princess. Daddy will take care of you." Jin strictly believed in the saying "The slower the pace, the stronger the orgasm." That's why he consistently took his time with you whether eating you out or fucking you senseless.

He licked his plump lips like this was his last meal on earth, admiring how pink and glossy your sex was, and all for him. Jin's forefinger reached for your sensitive nub, carefully drawing out small circles while keenly watching it grow erect. 

You sighed in relief, like a massive weight has been lifted in your chest. Such small ministrations from his end yet it caused such an immense effect on you. You watched him pucker his lips, collecting saliva in his mouth then erotically letting it drip down from his lips to your cunt aching cunt.

"O-oh," you gasped, relishing in the wetness and warmth of his spit that dribbled down your slit. 

"You like that, huh?" He hummed sweetly, taking in with pride the reactions he's eliciting from you. One massaging finger became two. He began tweaking and pinching and rolling your soaked clit between his two digits, sending tiny shocks of electricity throughout your entire body. 

By the way your heart was erratically beating in your chest and the way your eyes uncontrollably fluttered shut, you could sense your release reaching its peak. Yet your body has still been craving for more.

At this point, you were drenched with the blend of your juices and his saliva obscenely dripping down to the floor. "My princess is so fucking wet," He lowered himself, face now lined-up with your asshole. "D-daddy!" You mewled out loudly, entangling your hand in his raven locks when you felt his wet tongue rimming your puckered hole. Lewd sucking and slurping sound coming from him as his viciously lapped and sucked and nipped at the open flesh like a man starved. 

"F-fuck, Jin…" As if your brain malfunctioned, you accidentally called him by his name. He stopped in his track just as he was about to prod your entrance with his tongue. "Did I hear that right? Jin?" He scoffed, jerking his head slightly. Suddenly, Jin licked a big-fat stripe from your ass up to your clit making you jolt in surprise "I'm gonna pretend that didn't happen," he stated, practised fingers going over the shape of your lower lips. Without a warning or giving you a second to think, he plunged his entire middle finger in you. 

"D-d-daddy!" You wailed as your legs began shaking, head lolling back in delight. He began ramming his digit inside you at a ruthless pace, the sound of his palm meeting your pelvic echoed in the otherwise silent kitchen. The sting, it was definitely there. You can tell by the friction from his calloused finger scraping against your cavity. It stung, but you'd accept this generous punishment over not having an orgasm at all.

"Here?" He smirked, pupils blown out in unbridled lust. Tickling the rough spot deep with your sex. "Does my princess want to be touched here?"

Jin watched your face contorted in pleasure. Breathing ragged, brows furrowed and lips red and swollen from you biting into it too much before adding another finger into the mix. 

You shrieked at the stretch, wallowing in the burning sensation all happening between your legs. And when he commenced the attack on your almost forgotten clit with his tongue, the small flame in the pit of your stomach began spreading like wildfire. You felt your temperature rising. Your entire body was stricken with sweat.

"Is my princess close?" Jin teased through his teeth, mouth still attached to your sensitive nub. The only reply you could come up with was a small nod, trembling hands clenched into a fist.

"Then come for your Daddy, princess." He coaxed. "Let me see that pussy cry." His voice and command were enough for your velvet walls to start convulsing around his long fingers.

Jin began scissoring his fingers inside you while simultaneously thrusting deeper. With your mouth partly open, you began choking out a breathless cry.

You were so fucking close and just as his torturous fingers brushed against your cervix, you instantly feel the fierce wave of your much awaited climax wash over you. Your toes curled inwards as your heels began digging into his back, urging him and signalling that you were coming. A rip-roaring moan came from your mouth in sheer unadulterated bliss. Now. Swiftly, he covered your entire sex with his mouth, seizing every last bit of your squirting orgasm.

He stared at your fucked out image through hooded lids, gulping down all your juices. He detached himself from your pussy and wiped the excess liquid at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"We should have dessert first more often." He smiled triumphantly.

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"Jin!" Namjoon bellowed over the thumping bass when he caught sight of Jin's figure entering through the front door.

"Joonie!" He answered back, teasing his junior with the nickname he gave him years ago. He waved his hands in the air so that Namjoon wouldn't lose sight of him in the sea of sweaty and drunken people occupying the living room area.

When they finally crossed paths, Namjoon enveloped Jin in a big bear hug. "Ugh! When was the last time I saw you, man?" He smacked Jin by the shoulder, "I missed you, Hyung." Although soft, Namjoon's voice was heard by Jin.

"Yea, missed you too." "Hi Hyung!" Taehyung beamed, peeking from Jin's back. "I've got the goods!" He shakes the bag of alcohol in their faces.

"Good!" Namjoon high-fives his Junior. Ushering them both to what they dubbed his special room. "We ain't sharing that with anyone besides ourselves." He smirked.

He was the host, technically he could do whatever the frick he wanted. Even if it was to set aside the cheap booze for the entire party to share and save the finer haul for him and his boys. "C'mon, man. We've got some catching up to do." Namjoon leads both of the boys to his study. The sooner they leave this crowded area, the sooner his anxiety will fade. When Jin entered the said room, he was hit in the face with a sense of nostalgia. The room was completely the same as the last time he was here. The furniture was the same, interior decoration the same, even the automated air-freshener spray was the same damn artificial lemon scent that made his head hurt. The only thing different from before was you weren't by his side. "Jin Hyung!" Hobi cheered, eagerly standing up from his seat on the couch to meet his hyung. "So good to see you!" Knuckles and fingers smacking against each other as they did their famous handshake that honestly had too many steps to remember. After everyone was settled in, they all gathered on Namjoon's leather couch at the far-right corner of the room next to the mini bar. "I'm so glad you came, hyung. I kinda thought you were dead." Namjoon joked, gathering ice and glasses and an assortment of chips and dips for everyone. "Hmmm, I've seen better days but I'm fine." Jin replied with a shrug of his shoulders. A deep forced chuckle escaped his lips followed by a sigh. Everyone was silent. "Ahhhh!" Hoseok tried to ease the tensioned atmosphere in the room, "By the way hyung, I have a friend," he effectively emphasized with a wiggle of his sharp brows "that has been dying to meet you!" "Who?" Taehyung inquired casually, popping a chip in his mouth. "You know Irene?" The corner of Hoseok's lip quirked, eyes hit with a glint of boastfulness. Anyone who was anyone knew who Irene was. Only a hermit living under a rock wouldn't. "The new transfer student and President of the Drama club 'Irene'?!" Namjoon’s eyes grew wide like saucers. "Yeah, that Irene." Hoseok proudly announced as if he was the one the girl was interested in. "We're in the same major and She's been asking," he paused, thinking of a more efficient way to put it into words, "more like pestering me, to introduce you to her." "Well since it's Jin-hyung we're talking about," Namjoon cuts, "it's only fair that one of the hottest girls on campus would be interested in our dear friend, also considered one of the best-looking guys on campus." "What do you say, Jin-hyung?" Hoseok asked. Namjoon and Taehyung were now anticipating an answer from their elder. Only a big moron would refuse an invitation from Irene. Jin took a few moments to think about his answer, brows furrowing into several positions before ultimately agreeing to his junior's offer. It's been 2 months and there's nothing wrong with putting himself out there. He was single anyways. "Yeah!" Hoseok exclaimed, fist pumping into the air. The thoughts of a week's worth of supply of those overpriced dumplings Irene promised him if he was able to get her and Jin to go on a date swims in his head. "I'll text her right now! And ask her if she can come," Hoseok lined his vision with Namjoon, eyes round and begging "if it's alright with Namjoon." "Yeah, tell her to bring friends." He winked, with dimples to match. "Ahhhh," Taehyung sighed, cracking his shoulders before leaning back in his seat, "That's great, since y/n's moved on and started dating that jung--" before he could even finish that sentence, both his hyungs were staring daggers at him. "S-sorry, Jin-hyung… I didn't…" Jin waved him off, "It's fine. I already know."

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Three months ago. "Hey, I saw yn at x station yesterday." Baekhyun suddenly opened up. He and Jin were on shopping duty for next week's final practical exam. "Really? You must have been mistaken. She's with her sister in Busan," he reasonably argued while choosing which bundle of iceberg cabbage was the freshest. "She is? I could have sworn it was her!" Baekhyun was sure that his 20-20 vision wouldn't betray him at a time like that. But since Jin confirmed that you were at your sister's house for the weekend, maybe he was wrong and the person he saw was some kind of doppelganger look-alike. "Ahhhhh, Maybe you're right. The girl I saw was with a dude from the university’s football club anyways, couldn't have been y/n." He concludes, sniffing a knob of garlic. You? The y/n l/n that he knew would never lie to him about anything, let alone cheat on him with another guy, he thinks. In the two years of you being together, lying and cheating on your boyfriend would be the last on your mind. You weren't that type of person, right? The sweet, caring, thoughtful, and undeniably soft y/n he knew would never do such a thing, especially to someone she loved. Before he started losing interest in grocery shopping for forty percent of his final grade. Which was also a key factor of him graduating, he shook all the unnecessary thoughts plaguing his mind and focused all his attention at the task at hand. "Which is better, Jin?" Baekhyun somehow helped him escape the trance he was in, distracting him with two red plump tomatoes in each hand. "That one." Jin pointed to the one in the boy's left hand. Baekhyun examined the two tomatoes, taking a sniff of each. Jin was right, the fruit on the left did in fact smell sweeter than one on the right. Its crimson color was far more vibrant, too. "How do you know by just looking?" Again, Baekhyun was amazed at Jin's instinct when it came to food and cooking. "I just do." Jin smiled. He just does, like he always has. -- Monday arrived and there was still no sign of you. Jin called and texted you several times today to ensure that you were alright but you hadn't replied since Sunday morning. That was enough to make him worry about your well being. But Jin knew you well enough to know that if there was something wrong, anything wrong, you'd let him know right away. You trusted him and he trusted you. That's just how you two were. At around 4 in the afternoon, he contemplated contacting your sister to ask if you were en route back to university. As he hovered his thumb over the call button next to 'Sulli Noona��", the front door opened and you came in with an exhausted look on your face. "Y/n!" He jogged over to your direction and aided you with your bag, placing it on the empty chair in the foyer. "How was Busan?" He asked, walking to the kitchen to fetch you a glass of water. "Same same. Sis made me do lots of work around the house, though." You complained, untying your shoelaces before kicking off your shoes. "Here's some wa--" "Later," you interrupted, not giving him the chance to hand you the cold beverage. "Wanna take a shower first. I'm all sweaty and dirty." Without barely turning to look back, you hopped into the shower. As he stared at the cold drink dripping condensation in his hand, he heard the shower turn on. Oh, you must be terribly tired, he thought. He shrugged his shoulders and decided not to be on your ass too much. He figured you'd want to take a rest first, that he'll bug you later instead. Later that evening, Jin couldn't hold himself any longer. Two days of you gone felt like two months to him. He needed to kiss you, touch you, feel you. "Princess…" Jin whispered softly over the night time silence, massaging your waist. "Please, Jin. I'm too tired and really want to sleep." You groaned hoarsely, removing his hand from your body. "Please, y/n." He peppered the curve of your shoulder with light airy kisses. "I really missed you." He whined like child as he wrapped his arms around your torso to pull you flush against him "Can't it wait?" You drowsily murmured, pulling the blanket over your exposed shoulder, not wanting to be any part of it. "Please…" he mused, carefully slipping his hand into your underwear. "Being at your sister's house must have drained all your energy. Let me help you relax." He hummed playfully, circling your flit with the pad of his middle finger. "Uh, fine." You grunted in annoyance. "Just get it over with." You rolled flat on your back, eyes still closed. That's odd, Jin speculated. This was the first time you had acted this hostile whenever he initiated sex. Be it after finals or rehearsal at drama club, you never refused his advances. Maybe it was the fatigue talking, maybe your sister did tire you out too much. Well, he just needed to double the effort of making you feel good. "Want to eat you out so bad, miss how you taste." He confessed openly, his body ghosting over your resting figure while hands tugging on your panty. "No." You abruptly declared, "I don't want you to eat me out. Just want your dick." Your words caught him off guard. You were a pillow princess, and that's an absolute fact. Usually, you'd enjoyed the feeling of being eaten and spoiled rotten until you came. He never thought you'd want to go straight to penetration without proper foreplay. "Are you sure, princess?" Jin was reluctant, of course. "You're not wet enough, and I haven't stretched you out properly." The thought of you being in pain rather than feeling bliss bothered him to an extent. "It's fine." Your hands flew to your mouth, scooping up the saliva you accumulated between your lips and rubbed it on your raw pussy. "See? It's fine." "O-okay…" If you say so. Jin lowered the band of his boxers, making his hard cock spring free. Bulbous tip already leaking pre-cum. Just to be sure, he let his spit dribble from his mouth to his dick, coating his entire length with more lubrication. He lined himself up, rubbing against your tight slit. "Are you ready, princess?" "Y-yeah." Gradually, Jin pushed the tip of his cock into you. You were so tight and still not wet enough. He heard you hiss in pain when half of his length was buried in you. He brushed the strands of hair out of your face and asked, "Are you okay, princess?" You nodded, "Keep going." Half heartedly, he sinks his entire length into your sex. You suddenly moaned as he bottomed out, but he couldn't distinguish if it was out of pleasure or out of pain. Your walls clenched around him uncomfortably, and he wonders if he should continue or not. He stilled his movements for quite a while, gauging your reactions. "Why'd you stop?" You inquired, face grimacing. "Keep going." He silently nodded and started moving his hips. Once he's set a comfortable rhythm for the both of you, he watched your face illuminated by the moonlight carefully. Your expression changed from the initial scowl you were wearing to a less tense frown. Of course you weren't aware that Jin was observing you. You had your eyes closed the whole time, looking less amused as the seconds went by. He's having second thoughts now; he shouldn't have forced you to do something you didn't want to. Instead of thinking about you and how you felt, he put his own horniness first. He cursed himself and his damn selfishness as he was halfway through his orgasm and you haven't borne any sign of climax yet. He clenched his teeth and shut his eyes. He was gonna make you come whatever it took, even if it meant him coming first. Jin hooked the back of your knees at the bend of his arms, and he was now pounding you harshly into the mattress. His strokes were sharp and forceful, making you whimper. A few pumps later, he found himself spilling his warm fluid into your cavern, coating your walls with his seed. He took a minute to steady his breathing before he was crawling down to your dripping pussy. Right before Jin's fingers came in contact with your cunt, you slapped his hand away. "What are you doing?" You scolded. "I was about to-- you hadn't come yet so--" He explained nervously, like he was caught doing something he shouldn't have. "I thought I should--" "Stop." You cut him off again, harshly this time. Propping yourself up to go to the bathroom. "You don't need to." "But yn--" "I told you, you don't have to!" you spat venomously at him before slamming the door behind you. He heard the shower turn on again. The sound of the water droplet hitting the tiles turning into white noise in his head. You're tired and angry because of the fatigue. That must be it, he thought. Surely it was, he hoped. -- After that incident, things never went back to normal. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into a month. That's how long you've been acting so cold and indifferent towards him. This wasn't like you; it wasn't like you at all. You never learned to harbour grudges or act so cruel. Every day he wondered what he did or said wrong which caused you to suddenly behave this way. If he could turn back time and erase everything he did that night, he'd do in a heartbeat. He bought you your favourite flowers and sweets, he took you out on spontaneous dates even if you were the least bit interested and cooked you your favourite foods for dinner four times a week that took a sizable chunk out of his bank account. He did everything he could, and thought was right to make you forgive him. He wanted you back. The one who loved being cuddled and tickled, the one who whined like a big baby whenever he didn't give you the attention that you wanted, the one who gave a thousand kisses a day and still wouldn't stop at that. He wanted you; he wanted you back so much that it was starting to hurt him physically. He missed you so much. He wanted you, the old you. He never lost hope, though. Even if it meant him failing a hundred times only to get it right once, he still wouldn't give up. Until one day he caught you stuffing your suitcase to the brim with all of your belongings. "Y/n?" Jin couldn't believe what his eyes were showing him. "What are you doing?" You sighed, zipping up your suitcase. "I don't think it's working, Jin." "What's not working, y/n? I don't un--" "Us." You cut him off. "Huh? What do you mean, y/n?" Now he couldn't believe what he was hearing, especially coming from you. "I'm breaking up with you." He suddenly felt his heart drop to his stomach. "Y/n, I don't know what you're thinking but we can talk this one out. Like we always do." You sighed a more audible sigh. "No, Jin. This…" You hesitated for a second before continuing what needs to be said. "This really isn't working out." A wave of cold panic washed over Jin's entire body, soaking him with sweat from head to toe making him feel like a defenseless wet chick about to be eaten by a fox. "Is it because I'm graduating?" Jin thought of the best reason he could conjure up on the spot. "Are you afraid that we'll grow apart after I graduate and get a job? Is that why you're being so distant?" You shook your head. "No. It's not that…" Hurriedly, he sprinted towards you and craddled you in his arms. "You don't have to worry about anything, baby." Jin assured, "After I graduate, I'll work my socks off and save enough money while waiting for you to graduate. I can wait for you, y/n. You know that, even if you stay in school for another four years, I'll wait for you. You know you're the only one for me" The sobs forcing their way were harder to contain now. "I know, Jin. I know. But it really isn't that..." You pushed him away. There was no easy way to put it. "Then what is it?" He helplessly croaked, staring at your blank eyes, searching for something he couldn't find. "Please y/n…" "I don't feel the way I used to feel… towards you." You bluntly stated, no need to beat around the bush at this point. You were in the endgame now. "Huh? Why? How--" The ground beneath his feet began shaking, preparing to crack open and swallow him whole any moment now. "It's not you, it has nothing to do with you." You explained. "Then what is it that made you feel this way?" His hands began trembling, his throat tight and dry. He wanted, no, he needed a reason, any reason. His stomach started churning and he felt bile rising up his esophagus, he wanted to throw up. "It's too complicated." That's all you say. "Then let's uncomplicate it, y/n!" He ran his fingers through his raven hair, tugging at the strands too hard. "Fuck…" he hissed before releasing his grip. The burn and sting from his scalp caused his face go numb. "Y/n please, please, please…" He dropped to his knees in front of you. He was practically pleading for you to stay. Tears kept falling from his eyes as his nails clawed into the carpet. "W-we we can work this out." He looked up, eyes red and cheeks wet. He held onto your hand tightly with no intention of letting you walk out on him. "I-I'm sorry, Jin. I just really can't…" You snatched your hand from his grip and left him there. Alone. Something he never expected he'd feel since being with you.

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After 20 minutes of casual conversation, playfully banter and catching up between best friends who missed each other, a soft knock on the door threw everything into a halt. "That must be Irene and her friends!" Hoseok chimed. He stood up immediately and headed his way to the door. "Hobi!" Irene squealed at the sight of her friend. "Girls, come here!" She gestures outside to where her friends were huddled together. She led her little groupie of pretty girls into the room. "Hi I'm Irene," She bowed and introduced herself to the group of boys before her. Once she made eye contact with Seokjin, she blushed. "T-this is Wendy, Joy, and--" when she discovered that her last friend was nowhere to be seen, she excused herself and exited the room. "H-hold on." "Hey y/n! Come in here!" Irene's voice can be overheard from across the hall. A switch in Jin's head flipped. He froze in his seat when he heard that name as if a bucket of ice water was dumped over him. "Irene, I told you I can't!" A familiar voice hushed from outside of the room. It was you. It seemed like our dear friend hoseok overlooked a critically important detail. Irene was the new President of the Drama Club; you have been a member of the drama club since freshman year. In fact, it was Jin that urged you to join. The chances of you being friends with her were a solid home run. Irene came back with a distraught you in tow. "And this is y/n." Namjoon, Taehyung and Hoseok were completely and utterly flabbergasted. Irene and her friends were confused as to why the boys suddenly became silent and the cheerful ambiance of the room disappeared. "H-hi… I know I'm not supposed to be here. I tried to talk to Irene but she insisted but I really didn't mean intruding and…" You were a stuttering mess while everyone watched. "I'm sorry, I'll just go…" You pointed towards the door, loosening the small hand bound around your wrist. "It's fine." Jin announced, "You're welcome to stay, y/n." Taehyung and Namjoon eyed one another credulously. What in the world was happening?! Irene leaned over to Hoseok to inquire exactly that. When Hoseok was done filling in the clueless girl, she gasped in surprise. Feeling embarrassed and ashamed of herself. "Please excuse us for a while." She hauled you out of the room into the hallway and exclaimed "Y/n! Why didn't you tell me?! If I had know I wouldn't have---" "That's why. If I told you that Jin was my ex then you wouldn't shoot your shot." You reasoned. "But we're friends, y/n. I won't disrespect you like that..." "Nobody's disrespecting anybody, Irene. Jin and I, we're a thing of the past. I won't despise you for dating my ex. Hell, I'd be elated if you'd be his new girlfriend! You're one of the nicest people I know, and I'm rooting for you." "I freaking love you, y/n." Irene beamed, slightly teary eyed. - You both returned to the room hand in hand. "I'll stay for a while if you'll have me." You shyly announced, giving them all a ninety degree bow. "Great! Have a seat! You know you're still our friend, y/n." Namjoon offers you the seat next to his, and you gladly accept. You felt guilty hearing Namjoon's words. After breaking their best friend's heart, they still consider you a friend. Wait, that made it sound much worse. You didn't deserve the hospitality they're providing you. You tried settling down in your seat, ignoring the thick veil of awkwardness cloaking the entire room. You couldn't look Jin in the eye even though he was right across your seat, sitting comfortably next to Irene. Just when the tension and nerves were beginning to get to you, and you were contemplating about leaving, Jin comes to the rescue like he always does. "How have you been, yn?" He smiled sincerely, no hint of malice or resentment. "I-Im good." You scratched the back of your neck. A mannerism that comes out whenever you're nervous, Jin knows all too well. "Heard you aced your practical and you'll be graduating this year. Congrats." You concealed your anxiety with a chuckle. "Yeah, I did. Thanks." The small talk about school and such events between Namjoon and Jin went pretty smoothly for about ten minutes. When Namjoon's attention was directed towards Wendy and Jin was busy answering Irene's twenty questions, that's when you totally felt out of place. "I'll just head to the bathroom." Irene announced as she left the room. You finally had the chance to say what you have meant to say for the past 10 minutes. Even if the last thing he wanted was a lame apology from the likes of you, he still deserved it. The little voice in your head won't allow you sleep if you don't do it now. "Jin, I--" Before you could properly apologize for everything you did, someone knocked on the door while no one was expecting anyone anymore. Hoseok totally embodied the role of the bell boy today, as he was the one who kept answering the door for everyone. "Ah, Hey." A tall man stood before him, sporting an all black attire. Black shirt, black sweatpants, black boots, and the black jersey jacket ensemble of the University's football club. "Name's Jungkook, I'm here for yn." Hoseok surveyed the lad from head to toe before calling for you, "Y/nie! A boy named Jungkook is looking for you!" "Y-yeah! Coming." You looked at Jin apologetically, "Sorry. Talk to you next time." You bowed to everyone and said your regards before vacating the room with Jungkook. The sting, he felt it. It wasn't the same as the first time he heard you found somebody new, but it was still there. Jin found out that just after a week of breaking it off with him, you were already dating this Jungkook guy. At first he didn't believe it. He knew you were just as hurt as him for making such a monumental decision. He thought he knew you didn't have it in you to do such a thing. But he's been proven wrong before, why question everything now? He didn't have anyone to blame but himself. So for days and months, he'd been moping around his apartment. Not leaving his room unless he needed to eat or take a piss. His new roommate at that time, Taehyung, was heaven sent. Slowly but surely, he helped Jin recover and come back to his senses. He'd repeat, "It's not the end of the world." And "You'll find other girls." Like it was a mantra. At first he thought the boy was annoying 'cause he didn't want anyone but you. But later on he understood that Taehyung was only looking after him and wanted nothing but the best. As the days went by, he learned to live his life without you in the picture. Somewhere in his heart, he accepted that things were clearly not meant to be; that you weren't the same person you were when you first met; that you didn't love him anymore and maybe you breaking up with him was for the best. He's moved on, he can attest to that. And he doesn't want you anymore. But… Why was there a sudden ache in his heart the moment he saw Jungkook take you by the hand and lead you out of the room with a big smile on your face? That, even himself, can't answer.

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[sweetness47]

The Sleeping Beauty

Pairing Sam x Reader

@spnfluffbingo square filled: fairy tale AU

Warnings: nothing really, I don’t think anyways. Implied smut at the end? Mild violent scenes. Nothing too descriptive anywhere.

Final word count: 1924

Sam brought his arm around YN, smiling as she settled into his warm embrace. They were just hanging around, channel flipping, enjoying the quiet evening. Dean was at the bar, and Cas had gone with him, it was almost like a date, but neither would admit such a thing.

YN shivered as Sam traced along her arm, the touch so feathery soft, yet spoke volumes to the thoughts going through his mind. One of the things she liked about Sam was his quiet demeanor, the way   caressed her with a mere look, undressed her with his eyes. The thoughts that danced across his beautiful hazel orbs every time he looked at her, like she was a goddess, and he worshipped the ground she walked on, they made her feel like she could do anything as long as she had him.

They gazed at each other, lost in their silent caresses, too entranced to notice the lights flicker. There was a storm outside, so it would have been shrugged off as coincidence, until the TV went wonky, the picture flitting off and on, landing briefly on the screen of death, then landing on a movie.

“Sam, weren’t we watching Food network? How did we end up on Disney?”

Sam glanced at YN, then at the tv. Frowning, he looked back at his love. “No idea, must be some weird effect from the storm. Anyways, its one of your favorites. We can watch it if you want.”

He knew her well. Sleeping Beauty was indeed one of her all time favorite Disney classics. She was a sucker for romance and brave heroes.

YN snuggled closer to Sam. “Ok. Can you turn it up a bit though? It’s really quiet.”

No sooner did Sam touch the remote, a brilliant white light lit the entire room, and when it had subsided, Sam and YN were no longer there.

**

YN woke feeling strange, but she couldn’t figure out why. She also had no clue as to why she could hear birds chirping and smell fresh forest air. It was that moment her eyes flew open, noting she wasn’t in her bed, neither was she in her house.

In fact, she was most definitely not in her realm.

She was a cartoon, and not just any cartoon, but she was in fact, Princess Aurora.

But where was Sam? How did they get there? And how on Earth were they ever going to get home?

**

Sam woke standing in a stable, beside a horse. A cartoon horse. Running over to the fresh bucket of water, he glanced at his reflection and was shocked to see he was a cartoon. He was in Sleeping Beauty. He was Prince Philip, actually.

Maybe, YN was Aurora.

But how did this happen? He remembered when he had been transported with Dean and Cas into Scooby Doo, so maybe this was the same kind of deal. As long as they played out the story, they should be returned to their world at the end.

He just had to make sure he didn’t die, and that YN was unharmed as well. He’d only seen this particular movie a couple of times, but he knew the basics. It looked like they had come into the movie about midway, where Phillip is getting ready to go riding in the forest, and meets Aurora for the first time.

He saddled Samson and easily swung up onto the horse. He paced his ride to a slow trot, enjoying the natural sounds of the forest, but also listening for the musical voice that would lead him to YN/Aurora. He had heard her sing to many of the Disney films they’d watched over the years, and knew she could carry a tune fairly well. His opinion might be somewhat bias but in his heart he knew she was more than capable of playing this role.

**

YN, having seen this movie many times, played the role of Briar Rose perfectly. She was sent by the fairies to pick berries in the woods. She strolled along the paths, feeling the grass tickle her feet as she walked. For fun, she decided to see if she could really sing like the princess in the film, so she began humming, then quietly singing lines about animals having someone to love, yet she remained single. Her heart hoped the Prince was Sam, because he was who she desired the most.

As expected, the lovebirds finally find each other. Sam practically leaps off the horse and catches YN in his arms as she meets him halfway. They dance along the grassy meadow and sing together, gazing into each other’s eyes lovingly.

They know they can’t stay there, or run away together, if they want to go back to their own world, so Sam and YN reluctantly part ways, promising to finish the story so they can live happily ever after. Together in each other’s arms, forever.

YN returns to the cottage in the glen and finds the surprise dress and birthday cake her guardians have made. They then tell her the truth of her identity, and YN feels her heart break as she pretends to be distraught over the thought of never seeing the young man she met in the forest. Dressed in the beautiful blue gown, and covered in a blue cloak, the three fairies carefully lead the princess to her home and to her parents.

Once there, they lead her to a secluded room so they can keep her safe till the sun has set, thereby foiling the prophecy Maleficent had bestowed upon Aurora when she was a baby. The three of them combined their magic to create a beautiful crown to place upon YN’s head. She looked at the golden tiara and broke down into sobs, her head resting upon her arm on her dresser as she shed tears for her beloved.

When the fairies left her alone for a few minutes, YN knew what would come next, but the trance caused by the green orb took away all her sorrows, but also took away her free will. It was like watching from outside her body. Her mind was being controlled, but she still had her own consciousness. Ever so slowly, she climbed the steps to the top tower, where her fate awaited.

The princess entered the room the orb had coaxed her to, and walked toward the spinning wheel that stood in the middle of the floor. She could hear a menacing voice telling her to touch the spindle of the spinning wheel, but she hesitated briefly, then as the voice in her head grew more demanding, she could no longer resist.

The last thing she remembered was pricking her finger on the sharp point, her body crumpling to the ground as a deep slumber overtook her.

**

Sam made his way to the cottage he’d been ‘invited to’ by YN, but he couldn’t exactly remember what would happen next. He knew Phillip would get captured by Maleficent, and that it would be soon, but when he knocked on the cottage and stepped in, he wasn’t prepared to be overcome so quickly. The evil hordes quickly tied him up and took him away, his anger rising as the evil witch laughed at him.

Chained to the dungeon wall in Maleficent’s home, he listened to her goad him, telling him she would release him in 100 years to rescue his love, then laughing at him as he struggled to break free and kill her.

Once she left him, the three fairies, who had found Aurora lying on the ground in the tower, snuck inside the forbidden mountain where the evil witch resided, and freed Phillip from the chains. Bestowing upon him the Shield of Faith and the Mighty Sword of Truth, they led him to freedom and, after freeing Samson, they helped him escape.

Maleficent heard the commotion and was beyond angry at the incompetence of her minions. She sent a cursed wall of thorns to stop Sam from getting to the castle, but the sword he’d been gifted with cut the magical weeds with ease. He would take on the world if it meant rescuing his beloved YN.

When the thorns failed to stop him, Maleficent appeared before Phillip and spoke these words, “Now shall you deal with me, O Prince, and all the powers of hell!”

With a maniacal laugh, the witch changed, grew, and there before Sam stood a large black dragon. Sam charged at the dragon, and was met with a fiery blast. The shield easily protected him, and Phillip jumped off his horse to fight the great beast. Maleficent snapped her jaws at him, breathed fire at him, but the prince remained strong and vigilant.

When a rather powerful blast knocked Phillip’s shield away, Maleficent laughed and reveled in her almost victory. He wouldn’t survive now that he had no shield. But while she laughed, the three good fairies enchanted the Sword of truth:

O Sword of Truth, fly swift and sure,

That evil die and good endure!

When they finished the spell, Sam threw the sword at the large dragon, piercing her heart. With a great cry, the evil Maleficent fell to her death, never to darken the kingdom again.

With her death, the thorns and fire disappeared, allowing Sam to enter the castle and seek out YN. He reached the room where the fairies had laid her down on a soft bed, and bent down to capture her lips in a gentle kiss. YN woke, smiling as she gazed into her lover’s eyes.

They made their way to the grand ball room and paid respect to the king and queen, YN rushing to embrace her ‘parents’. Then the prince and princess danced and shared a kiss, and lived happily ever after.

As they kissed, lights flashed, blinding them, and they held on to each other, hoping they were going back home.

**

Sam and YN opened their eyes and found themselves back in the living room, the tv back on the Food channel and everything back to normal. They remembered everything though. Sam cleared his throat, and looked at YN.

“That was interesting.” He commented.

“It was, definitely, and kinda fun.” She replied.

“It got me thinking YN. I don’t want to waste any more time just dating you. I love you. I want to marry you, have children with you, grow old with you. Say you’ll be mine.”

YN felt her eyes sting with happy tears. “Sam, I can’t imagine any part of my future where you are not in it. You complete me, and you’ve made me the happiest woman in the world. I love you so much, and I can’t wait to marry you, grow old with you, and have children with you.” She giggled as she said the last part. “Speaking of…I was going to tell you tonight anyways, but, um, we’ve already started the having children part.”

Sam’s eyes widened as her words caught up with him. “Really?”

The biggest grin she’d ever seen adorned his face as he joyously swung her around, planting kisses all over her face and neck. Picking her up bridal style, he took her to their room where he spent most of the night showing her how much he loved her.

@legion1993 @drkcnry67 @lyarr24 @idreamofplaid​

[bobbys-naughty-corner]

Bokuto x reader

Howvember #3 (I’m too in love with him. I can’t write a proper story for any one else)

“Hey beautiful.” I heard a voice say softly. I felt my body being nudged awake. “Mmm, Bokuto? What time is it?” I rubbed my eyes and asked him. He climbed over me and kissed my cheek. “I’m not too sure. I just got home. Can you wake up for me?” He asked as he climbed under the blankets with me. “I’m up. How was the dinner?” I asked. He had went out to eat with his friends, I was invited but I didn’t go because I didn’t want to. I stayed home and watched Godzilla. “The dinner was great. Me and the guys were talking about some things. And I would like for you to hear it out.” He said wiping a fallen lash from my face. “What is it?” I was about to sit up but he placed his hand on my chest to keep me down. “We were talking about our sexual experiences, typical boy stuff, and then Oikawa said something I would like to try. With you.” He sounded a bit reluctant to tell me all this. We always trusted each other in bed and I never had a reason to say no to any advances he’s made towards me. “You want to try something new? Like what?” We weren’t vanilla. Bokuto loved making things interesting and showing off his strength and stamina in bed. “It’s nothing too crazy. Just wax play.” He said reaching over the bed to pull up a white plastic bag. “Wax play?” I asked confused, who plays with wax during sex and how can you do that. “Wouldn’t that hurt?” I asked. “That’s why I thought you would love it my beautiful masochist.” He held up individually wrapped tall skinny candles. “Oh, you want to try tonight?” He nodded pulling out all the candles on the bed. “We can’t do this on the bed. It’ll ruin the blanket. I cleaned the floors today so their clean, we can do it there.” He pulled me out the bed immediately. He already had his clothes off. The nightlight by the door of the room lit up. “Do you know what you’re doing?” I asked watching him unwrap the candles. “It’s very simple from what he told me. Sit on your hands for me. “ I put my palms on the floor behind me and laid back. Bokuto crawled over to me and kissed my forehead before blinding me with his tie. “Is this necessary?” I asked. I had a fear of the dark that I never got over. I heard a lighter flicker multiple times. I then heard shuffling of the feet and the door opening and closing. I tried to relax and clear my mind. I started to recall every scary movie I’ve ever seen and i got paranoid from not being able to see or move. It would be stupid to even move without looking at my surroundings but I didn’t want to be impatient and take off the tie. I slowed my breathing and thought happy thoughts. Bokuto came back and slammed the door rather loudly. I jumped at the sound and his patted against the floor as he got closer to me. “I had to get a towel for us. Does your hands hurt?” He asked. I couldn’t tell what he was doing but I shook my head no. “Not yet.” I told him but I guess he was too distracted to hear me. “Ohhh they’re melting already. We can start.” I laid patiently on the ground. The band of my bra nearly hurting as I took deep breath’s bracing for the impending pain that is going to come. My stomach sunk in when a drop of the wax landed close to my belly button. It rolled down to the dip of my belly and settled in there for the rest of the night. “Is it too hot?” He asked holding my waist. “I like it.” I said lowly. I heard a snip and felt my breast spill the the sides and my bra open. “What are you doing?!” I said. The cold room made my nipples erect. “Your bra was in the way and I don’t want you to move.” His hands wiggled my breast. “You have such a beautiful body. A gorgeous face, breast like jello and a perfect ass.” His hands massaged my chest, squeezing my breast, pinching my nipples, and leaving kisses all over. He kept the wax in place, I felt it hardening and tighten over my skin. I gasped more as he went back to dripping wax on my body. He let the wax trail to my vagina avoiding my pubic hair and the whole thing in general. This wax thing wasn’t really doing it for me. “How are you feeling?” He asked. He had stopped with the wax to look at me.

“I’m not enjoying it too much. The wax no longer hurts and it’s not doing anything for me with the blindfold.” I confessed. Bokuto pushed the tie off my face. I blinked a bit tying to get my eyes used to seeing again. He blew out the candles and I sat up. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to stop completely. We could’ve finished if you were into it.” I told him. “It’s just that when I don’t see you well when I can’t see in general I get anxious. I have a lot of trust in you but it’s scary at times.” I added. Bokuto squeezed my cheeks together and kissed my plumped up lips. “It was boring. Just something that wasn’t for us. I just thought you might surprisingly like it.” He helped me up. Some nights it just doesn’t work out the way you want it to. I was surprised when he bent me over the bed. “I would still like to fuck you crazy.” He said. Soft gently hands held my body down. “I would like that too.” I spread my legs and pulled my underwear the side. Bo rubbed his dick at my clit making himself harder. He gave me a small slap to the ass before sliding in. I wasn’t as wet as usual but that would changed really soon. I loved being fucked raw by him, of course we didn’t want kids yet but it made me feel so close to him. And the way he would dirty talk about it. “You like this fat cock? Like how it fucks you? You want my cum in you? Want to be pregnant with my baby? You’d like that right? I bet you think about it all the time.” Shit like that drives me wild. And when he holds my hips to ram his hips into me, 🤤. The biggest mess sliding down my thighs as he called me his cum whore, puppy, baby girl and other names. “You like when I call you my puppy? You’ve been very good tonight puppy. How about I give you a nice fucking in return?” He pulled out and pushed me a little to tell me to move up. I got on the bed completely and he was right behind me. As I was about to settle on my knees and hands comfortably he pushed me onto my side and pulled my legs towards him sliding my body against the sheets. I moaned at the rough handling. “Tell me how good you’ve been.” He told me as he twisted my body around. “I’ve been so good today Mmph. So patient and productive. Please reward me, I deserve it.” The head of his penis teased my slit as I spoke to him. He let my legs fall to his sides gently as held my hair forcing me to watch him insert himself. “Nngh.” I raised my legs back and held them. He pulled out and slid back in. He wasn’t be rough and he definitely wasn’t trying to be gently as the head of his penis hit my cervix a bit too harshly for such a thrust. He was slow as hell but he made every thrust count when he came back into me. “You like your reward puppy? Is this good enough for you? You want it rougher?” My eyes teared up from pleasure. He picked up the pace and power in his thrusts. Watching it appear and disappear inside me made me dizzy. He released my hair and fell into my neck. I moaned in his ear encouraging him to continue fucking me. “Oh Bo you feel so good. You stretch me so good. Please more.” His hands pushing my thighs into the bed as he used my body to hold some of his weight. It hurt a little because I’m not as flexible as he thought. But it was enough to impress him. He sat up and used one of his thumb to rub my little bud. My hips stuttered at the touch and my walls tightened. He grunted out at the squeeze. Bokuto kept his eyes on my face, watching my body rock against the wet sheets. Every so often the bed would hit the wall with loud bangs. My legs tried to close themselves but he held my right thigh down. His grip on my thigh was dangerously close to making me bleed. A screw inside me tightened so much it was resisting. My uterus was swelling up from all the abuse he was giving her. He put his hand back on my thigh and applied more of his weight in them as he slowed his pace and just pounded deeply and roughly inside of me. It was overwhelming me and I begged for an orgasm. My voice had given up on me and I barely made a sound but he could tell how I was feeling by my facial expressions.

As if he was searching for the right button inside of me all the while he was pressing every other button. And finally after multiple multiple multiple attempt he pressed the right button and held it. He saw the gleam in my eyes when he hit a certain spot in me. He held his hip down against me and ground his hips up before pulling back out and doing it again. I let out my cries when he did that. He was teasingly abusing me. It felt really good but I hated it. “B-Bokuto please-“ He cut me off with a kiss. “I’m rewarding my puppy. Making you feel really good with my dick 😌. But I don’t want you to cum yet.” His lips came on mine again. His tongue moving over my lips asking for entrance. I hesitate to open my mouth but once he had enough space to enter he did. All I wanted to do was to have my heel flip up like in Princess Diaries. But I did the next best thing, curl my toes. When he pulled back I spoke again. “Thank you daddy.” I stared into his eyes and he smirked at me but also cocked a brow at me. “You don’t have to thank me baby. You deserve a good fucking. You can tell me how much you love me though, I haven’t heard you say it in a couple of hours.” He kissed right above my left eyebrow. “I love you Bokuto Kotaro. I love you so much.” I said while getting my brains fuck out. “Oh gonna pull out the full on me. Well then, I love you too YN LN. Now cum with me.” He picked himself up and put a tight grip on my neck. Using his thumb and pointer finger to apply pressure right under my jaw. His other hand rubbed my clit fast. My eyes rolled back and my I almost couldn’t see a thing. My nails raked down my own thighs as I held them in the same position he did. My hot tears sliding down my face to his fingers on my neck, making him remove some pressure but he applied it again. He knew I could take it, he knew I loved it. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Come on baby! You’re holding back just let go. Give me that squeeze I need to cream your insides white. Let me fill you up baby.” He was growling. I hated this side of him. He was cooing at me to have an orgasm but avoided giving me the release of one. He knew how to build me up and keep building me up until he felt like I should cum. Like reaching the top of the roller coaster and being stuck there. But just from this teasing alone I felt myself about to burst through it. I was slowly becoming too sensitive to everything. My walls pulsated around him, as I felt myself pushing myself down that roller coaster. Rocking back and forth giving myself that extra help. Soon enough I was screaming for him. I began to suffocate as he squeezed down tightly on my neck as I came around his dick. He let out the most pussy dripping growl ive ever heard. 👍🏾😏. His dick buried inside me full as he emptied his sacs into my parent trap. He removed his body from mine after fully releasing himself. “How was that reward puppy?” He asked me after he plopped on the bed beside me. I turned to look at him, panting heavily trying to catch my breath. Too dazed to speak.

[allaboutthebooz]

Die From A Broken Heart Pt. Three (Epilogue)

Summary: When Steve left, he didn’t know just how much it affected everyone. He didn’t know how much it hurt her. Now, Bucky’s left to pick up the pieces.

Warnings: Angst. 

A/N: This is it. The slightly painful ending to this heartbreaking mini-series. I’m sorry that it has taken so long for me to post this part, but as you know life sucks. But I hope you all enjoy. I will say that Halsey was a HUGE inspiration for this series. You can listen to her songs ‘Without Me,’ ‘More,’ ‘Still Learning,’ and ‘Finally//Beautiful Stranger’ to get he right feel for this. I definitely recommend it, but you do not have to. Without further ado, Part Three.

Part Two

Bucky isn’t sure how long he and Steve stood staring at each other. He just knew that it was too long. He should have shoved Steve out of the door, should have rushed him out of the compound. Instead he let him linger as they went back and forth about Y/N. He should have known that Steve would be too stubborn to just give up and go back to Peggy.

Before they could pick up their conversation again, he hears Sam and Wanda step off the elevator, their voices filling the space before dying down.

“Steve?” He hears Wanda question, confusion in her voice.

“What are you doing here man?” Sam’s voice calls from just behind Bucky.

“Hey guys. It’s good to see you again.” Steve greets them as though he had just gotten back from vacation and not a different time period.

“How are you back?” Sam asks. “Has-Did uh-“

“No, and she won’t. He was just leaving.” Bucky bites out.

“Come on, Buck. Just let me see her.”

“You want to see her? Fine, follow me.”

“Bucky do you think that’s a good idea?” Sam asks.

“Don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to her.” He glances back at Sam, a silent conversation passing between them. Sam nods, signaling his approval.

The two super soldiers stalk out of the room, tension choking both of them. Bucky moves away from the living quarters and guides Steve down a hallway, before opening a door leading into a room full of cameras.

“What are you doing, Bucky? Where’s Y/N?” Steve asks, frustration growing.

Bucky moves to the panel with different controls and monitors, he pushes a few buttons and then Y/N fills the screens. She’s in her room, sitting on her bed, unmoving. She has changed out of her athletic clothes and into some blue jeans that are rolled up at the ankles, a burgundy top and a black cardigan. Bucky’s chest clenches at the sight of her.

She doesn’t move, just staring at the empty wall in front of her. Her mind wandering through the memories that still plague her.

“What is she doing?”

“Remembering.” Bucky whispers.

“Remembering what?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, dummy.” Bucky doesn’t tear his gaze from the screen. “This is what she does when she’s by herself. She can’t let go of the pain that she has been feeling since you left.”

“All the more reason for me to see. I can make her happy again.”

“That’s where you’re wrong Steve. You think that if she sees you ten everything will be okay, but it will only make things worse.”

“You don’t know that.” Steve argues.

Bucky sighs moving his hands to the switchboard, he moves through the archived footage. He pulls up the footage of the first day after Steve left. It’s Bucky’s room. There is big lump on the bed, made of blankets and pillows. Bucky hits another button on the switchboard and soft wails fill the room.

They both watch, listening to the lump cry. Steve is about to ask more questions, when he spots his best friend move onto the screen, moving gently over to the pile on the bed. He watches Bucky move around a few of the pillows and shift the blankets down enough so that Y/N’s head in visible.

Bucky kneels next to the bed, putting a hand on top of her head, stroking her hair. “What can I do, Doll? Tell me what to do.” Her head shifts enough to recognize the silent no. “Can you at least come out and try to eat?” Another shake of her head. “You gotta eat.”

“I’m not hungry.” He small voice answers, broken.

“I know, but you have to eat something. You can’t keep yourself locked up in here.”

“I can’t, Buck.”

The Bucky on the screen sighs sadly. “What can I do? What do you need?”

“Him. I need him back, Bucky. I need him.”

“I know you do, but I don’t think he’s going to come back.” Y/N begins to cry harder. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that he did this to you. I wish I could do something to make it easier.”

“Can you lay with me? Please? I don’t want to be alone.” Y/N pulls the covers over her head, blocking out the world.

On-screen Bucky takes a moment to think before nodding. “Yeah, okay, sweetheart. But then you have to try and eat something.”

The head buried beneath the covers nods and Bucky moves around to the other side of the bed, and climbs in. The bundle shifts as Y/N rolls to face him. He props himself up and resumes stroking her hair, hoping to calm her enough so that she will eat something.

The Bucky standing next to Steve, hits another button and the screen shifts to a different location. It’s dark, but they can tell that it is the kitchen. The elevator dings on the screen and voices fill the speakers as the lights cut on.

“Dammit, Y/N. What the hell were you thinking? You could have gotten yourself killed.” Sam’s angry voice grows louder as he moves into the kitchen, Y/N trailing in front of him, clutching her side.

She opens the fridge and pulls out a bottle of water, opening it, and sucks down half the bottle before closing it. “I got the job done, didn’t I? The mission was to get in and get any information we could. So. what if I punched my way through a few people to get answers.” She grabs a bottle  of liquor from island, twists the top off and dumps the contents on her bleeding side.

“You know that wasn’t what was supposed to happen. We don’t kill people. We’re not Hydra.”

“Well, maybe they had the right idea. At least, when they kill people, it gives the others more fear to give them what they wanted.”

“How can you say that? After everything they put Bucky and Steve through?”

“Don’t.” She turns on Sam.

“I’m sorry, but what else can I say. You want to compare yourself to Hydra, then you must have forgotten what they’ve done or have tried to do. You’re benched. You just earned yourself two months’ worth of desk duty and paperwork.”

“Bullshit! You can’t do that.” She argues back.

“I can and I just did. You want to get yourself killed and I’m not going to let that happen. You’ve grown reckless, Y/N. I know you’re still hurting, but I prefer you being buried beneath pillows and blankets than six feet deep covered in dirt and maggots. Go see Cho, get stitched up, and then get some rest. It’s going to be a long time before you see action again.”

Y/N chucks the bottle into the sink, it shatters as she stomps away and out of the frame.

Bucky pauses the frame. “She did everything she could to get herself injured or almost killed on missions. It was a constant battle to get her to stay alive. If she wasn’t fighting with everyone on the team about her survival, then she was starving herself.”

“Why would she do that?”

“Because she thought it would be easier to die than to live without you.”

“That doesn’t sound like YN.”

“She’s not the same girl you left, Steve. She’s changed a lot. She’s almost back to being herself, but if she sees you than that will ruin everything. You need to go back to Peggy. You need to leave and never come back, because I don’t want to think about what will happen if you stay.”

Bucky switches the screens back to its live feed. Y/N is now moving about her room, cleaning up what little mess that she made while getting ready. She asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to play some music while she waited for time to pass before she had to meet Bucky back in the common room.

“You gotta let her go. You have to let her move on and be the person she was meant to be. You had your chance with her and left her, now you need to let her go. Let her go, so that she can finally be happy.”

Steve watches Y/N move on the screen. He longs to touch her again. To feel her soft skin beneath his rough hands. To hear her soft voice, call his name. To look into her eyes and see all the love that she holds for him. To hold her in his arms. Everything he wants, doesn’t matter. Just those two scenes that Bucky showed him, were enough to derail his plan. He thought he could make everything right if he came back. He knows that nothing will ever be the same if he stays. He won’t be able to make her happy again. That’s not his job anymore. It’s Bucky’s, even if he doesn’t realize it himself. He will, eventually.

He turns away from the screens, turning his back towards them and Bucky. “If I go, you have to promise me that you will take care of her.”

“You know I will.”

“No, I mean, take care of her the way that I couldn’t. Make her happy. Make her laugh and smile. I need you to love her, the way that I should have.”

“Steve, I told you-“

“Just promise me, Buck. Because I’m not leaving until you do.”

“Yeah, alright. I promise.”

Steve nods. “I guess this is goodbye.”

“I guess it is.”

Steve pulls the door open to the security room and disappears down the hall. Bucky follows him on the cameras, making sure he actually leaves. When Steve steps through the exit, Bucky puts his hands on the dashboard in front of him, watching YN. He watches her a while longer, watching her check her reflection in the mirror and smiling at herself, before going to get ready.

He prays that Steve truly takes his advice and leaves. Only time will tell, and he is prepared for either situation. He’s prepared to hold her up if she ever sees Steve and he’s prepared to help her keep moving forward.

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