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be alright - pjs

synopsis: y/n and jisung navigate their relationship with fame and fortune. pairing: idol!fem!reader x backupdancer!jisung (nct) genre: fluff, slight angst? content: weird fans, tweets, protective manager doyoung, popcrave LMAO, anxious ji, slightly suggestive comment from reader, implied reader shorter than jisung, otherwise super fluffy stuff! wc: 14,892 a/n: this took me quite literally a year to finish but if you want more of this i’m willing to make a part two! you can tell where i lost steam, but this was too cute i had to finish it! all images not mine!

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as the crowd roars, you take in the energy and adrenaline from the performance. the crowd chants your name, begging for more of you and your presence. you smile back at the audience, gaining yet another roar from the crowd. your backup dancers start to get up from their formations and begin to return to the dressing rooms, but you stay behind to do your ment.

“hello seoul!” you cheer and wave, the crowd cheering back in response. “it’s so great to be here! i’ve had such an amazing time these past few days. your energy is unmatched!” you keep smiling, because the crowd keeps cheering for you. even after being a musician for years, you’ve never gotten tired of the craziness, chaos, and crowds. you reach for your water bottle at the edge of the stage and take a sip.

“my heart feels so full being able to perform in front of you guys. it’s been a while, but working hard to meet you guys is so worth it. i hope you enjoy the rest of the concert!” you bow and wave to the crowd as you head back to your dressing room. you hear a vcr clip playing as you’re rushed off stage. you find your manager, doyoung at your side and the concert director keeping tabs on what’s next.

out of the corner of your eye, you find your boyfriend jisung running the next few dances by himself. you’ve been dating jisung for almost a year – and you don’t regret it one bit. sure, it took some convincing from doyoung’s end (“you’re dating who?!”), but he eventually understood.

you are immediately swept to your changing room, changing into your next outfit. stylists and makeup artists swarm around you as they adjust your outfit. the next few minutes feel like a blur – a good blur – and before you even realize it, you’re headed back to the side of the stage ready to perform the rest of your songs.

you finally make eye contact with jisung, who is on the other side of the stage. he smiles, and waves gently at you. grinning, you wave back at him. jisung has always been your biggest fan – from being a main background dancer to many of your songs, to sneakily going to your schedules acting as your crew (i mean, not wrong), he’s never tired of loving you and your growth as an idol.

“you got this!” jisung mouths at you, giving you a thumbs up in support. in reply, you smile and give him a thumbs up. the moment the vcr ends, you’re headed back to the stage and the song starts. the lights turn different colors and your in ear monitor counts off your music.

suddenly, you're in your zone. you sing and dance around the stage, performing your heart out. moving through the setlist, you go through the motions and feel the adrenaline of performing run through your veins.

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after the concert your team heads out for drinks, but you opt out to spend the rest of the evening with jisung as doyoung drops the both of you off at your penthouse. as the three of you head back to your penthouse, you’re stopped by doyoung before you head back into your humble abode.

“are you sure you don’t want to go out? you usually do.” doyoung asks you, raising his eyebrow in suspicion. he looks back at jisung, who rests on your couch. doyoung, in particular, has been protective of you and who you date. heartbreak after heartbreak, doyoung can’t help but look out for you. however, this time with much reluctance, he eventually comes around with jisung.

“yes, doyoung. trust me, you guys deserve the break and i’m sure you’re all tired of me. it's been a crazy few weeks for everyone and you especially deserve it.” you reply, slowly pushing doyoung out of your home.

doyoung glances back at you and jisung, who is a bit intimidated by the manager.

“alright fine, but no fishy stuff, you got it? if you even do something to her, you're out.” he directs at jisung, pointing a finger at him. meanwhile, jisung is extremely flustered at the idea of them getting caught doing god knows what by doyoung, eyes wide and cheeks red. you glance back at doyoung with disgust.

“doyoung please, we'll be fine. now go and have fun!” you push him out of your home.

“fine, fine. good night guys, and great job today!” at last doyoung leaves your apartment leaving you and jisung alone. you shut the door and lean on it, giving jisung a cheeky grin.

“thank goodness,” you say with a sign of relief. you plop yourself onto your couch and see jisung fiddling with a small box. you peer over to get a closer look of what he’s holding.

“ji, what’s that?” you ask, shuffling towards him and sitting next to him. he shyly gives you the box, geturing you to open it which reveals a beautiful bracelet. you gasp in shock, holding the box as if it’ll shatter into pieces.

“i thought that since you’ve been working so hard lately, you deserved this. i also have a matching one.” jisung smiles as he lifts up his sleeve to reveal a matching bracelet on his wrist.

“oh baby, you didn’t have to,” you softly say, “i wish i could give you something as well. i love it.” you reach over to hug him tightly. once you let go, you take your hands to his cheeks and kiss him. his hands land on your hips as the kiss gets more passionate. you let go, facing jisung.

“y’know, doyoung would kill you if he saw this.” you joke, letting your fingers linger around jisung’s hair, moving the stray strands off his face. he kisses your cheeks and lastly on your lips.

“yeah, but he isn’t here so it doesn’t matter.” he quietly remarks, ghosting his lips closely to yours.

“that’s true.” you whisper, making the move to kiss him yet again. you feel him kiss your cheeks, down to your neck, and all over you. he shows you that you are loved, and that you’ve worked so hard these past few weeks preparing for your concert. you feel his hands wander around your body and let the touches linger as he leaves each kiss throughout your neck and nape, and comes back up to your lips.

the rest of the night is kept to you two as you order takeout, watch a movie, and play video games with each other. it isn’t much, but after weeks of working your asses off you can’t help but be content with your life and where you are.

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@.y/n.confessions: [submitted] anyone else notice all these lovey-dovey lyrics and the matching jewelry based on jisung’s posts? don’t get me wrong, i love it, but there’s no way y/n isn’t seeing a certain someone at the moment…

@.y/nupdates: guys, please don't speculate about y/n’s relationships! she'll let us know when she's ready ^^

@.jenonators4evr: okay but if y/n’s dating jeno, then we're gonna have issues 😡

@.PopCrave: Y/N and dancer, Park Jisung are seen on a date at a restaurant in Seoul.

@.y/nista: omg who's the guy that she's with? and why's he kinda 👀👀👀

@.ilovey/n: guys we should just respect y/n and jisung…if you were them you wouldn't like someone all up in your business like this

@.shootersfory/n: WHOS THE GUY THATS WITH Y/N AND WHY ISNT IT ME?????

as he scrolls through twitter, jisung’s brain floods with a million thoughts.

“these tweets are ridiculous. do you think we should say something?”

as he scrolls through tweet after tweet, you’re getting ready for dance practice. you adjust your outfit in the mirror. you head back to the living room couch and sit closely to jisung. you lean over to see what he’s been reading.

“this is something my pr team might have to handle.” you bite your lip in nervousness. he scrolls through the tweets as he rests his head on your shoulder. he knows he will never get the brunt of it. he's not in the limelight as intensely as you are, but he sees the anxiety cloud your thoughts.

“you think so?” he asks.

“i know so.” you reply. “i don't want either of us making a statement that isn't okay with both of us.” you turn back to look at his anxious face. your heart breaks in guilt as you take it in. you never wanted this life for him – you know for sure that it is all your fault. was this the life you wanted to rope jisung into?

after a pregnant pause, “i-i’m sorry,” you stammer, sitting up to face him. “all of this is my fault. i never wanted any of this for you.” you feel your eyes tear up and your voice shake. is this the future of your relationship? is this what life has paved for you?

“honey, wait,” jisung stops, taking his large hands into your face, holding it gently. “it's not your fault. this is just a hurdle we have to jump through. like you said, we can work with your pr team to handle it. you're not alone. we're a team.” he makes sure to keep his eyes on yours the entire time. you look back at him with glassy eyes and sniffle. you nod and kiss him on the cheek.

“ji, you know i love you, right?” you ask him, putting your hands on top of his.

“i’ll love you always.” “now come on, let’s head to practice.”

when you two get up from the sofa and out of the door, jisung turns back to you. “did you see that tweet asking who i was? that was hilarious.”

“it was, but at the end of the day you’re in my bed.” you reply cheekily with a smug smile on your face.

“augh, don’t ever do that again!” jisung says with light disgust, cringing at your comment.

“you know you liked it!” you chuckle to yourself. oh, jisung. you look back at jisung as he stands patiently in the elevator to the lobby. despite all the odds, park jisung has stolen your heart.

–

as you and jisung walk around hongdae in your masks and glasses, you spot an arcade along with photobooths galore. strewn with all kinds of headbands, wigs, and accessories, your eyes widen in interest.

“ji, check it out! i’ve been wanting to do this forever, can we?” you plead, giving your best sad dog eyes you can under your glasses. jisung can’t help but smile at your cuteness. he takes his hands and cradles your face, squishing your cheeks.

“of course.” he smiles, letting you lead each other into the arcade. he opens the door for you, and you take note of the small but kind gesture. you lead him into the photobooth area, and look through the accessories provided by the arcade. you give each other silly headbands and sunglasses, and head into the booth.

you two do cute poses, but the one that truly lights your heart on fire is when he takes one hand on your waist, and one on your unmasked cheek and steals a kiss on your lips. despite the fact that you’ve been dating jisung for a year, he never fails to make you blush. he lets go after the photos are done, and smiles at you.

“now what was that for?” you smile, looking up at him.

“no reason. i just love you so much.” he replies, putting one of his hands on your cheek. even though his demeanor is calm and cool, his heart is beating wildly. he wishes he could give you the world, but yet he feels like not enough. you were more than his world, more than his everything.

“honey, you don’t have to worry about us, y/n. we’ll be alright.” jisung states. “i will make sure we have everything in our favor, and that you get the peace and quiet you deserve.” he takes off all the silly accessories and leads you two out of the booth, with no masks or sunglasses. you two could care less about the world around you two, all smiles.

“i love you so much, ji.”

@.CharmEntertainment: A Statement from Charm Entertainment and Y/N

Hello, this is Charm Entertainment. We are confirming Y/N’s relationship with her partner, Park Jisung. They have been dating for more than one year, and are content in their relationship. We ask that you respect their privacy and relationship. We will be seeking legal action to protect Y/N and Park Jisung against any hate messages and speech. Thank you for supporting Y/N, and we hope that you continue to support her in the future.

@.y/nofficially: hello, this is y/n.

i want to be as transparent as possible, but i also understand this must be overwhelming for everyone. i’ve been dating jisung for about a year now, and this has been some of the best months of my life. i’ve never been happier, and i hope everyone respects our relationship. i won’t apologize for being in a relationship, because no one deserves to be sorry for loving someone. i ask that you respect both our privacy at this time and from now on. thank you to my fans for always being there for me, and words cannot express my gratitude for all the support these past years. i hope you can continue supporting me in the future.

thank you so much <3

@.the__and.y: this is jisung.

first, i just want to apologize for any inconvenience i’ve caused. with that being said, i’ve been in a content relationship with y/n for about a year now, and i’ve been so blessed to be with a woman as amazing as her. she has helped me learn so much, but i won’t apologize for being in a relationship. please respect our relationship and privacy, and thank you to those supporting me.

@.y/n4lyfe: i think we all owe y/n and jisung an apology, we don’t deserve them at all especially for the statements made!

@.idolconfessing: tell me why charm ent ate up with that statement, some companies could never!

@.jisungsupdate: jisung didn’t deserve to apologize for anything! you’re all so foul!

as you scroll through the messages on your fan pages, you can’t help but smile from ear to ear. as you lay on the practice room floor, you read message after message. you giggle at some tweets and posts, not noticing jisung smiling at you.

“honey, didn’t the company tell you not to be on your phone for the time being?” he asks concernedly, sitting up next to you. he strokes your hair, and you dodge his hand.

“jiiii, i’m sweaty!” you whine, rolling away from him. “and yes, they did, but some of them are kind of funny. can you blame me? tell me you aren’t curious about the vibe.” you reply, looking back at him from the floor.

“i am, but i’m just worried about the negative comments. i just worry for you, baby.” he says back, lying down next to you. you look at him with endearment. he never fails to look out for you. you place your phone down, and you move closer to him.

“i’m fine ji, but thank you. like you said, we’ll be alright.” you recall. snuggling closer to him, laying your head on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat. you close your eyes flutter shut, before promptly interrupted by doyoung.

“y/n, did you get my message about the- ah.” doyoung pauses at the entrance, hand steady on the doorknob. you two immediately sit up and away from each other, flushed with the sudden entrance.

“sorry doyoung,” you mutter with flushed cheeks, “you said you sent something?” you reach back for your phone and scroll through your notifications to see what he was talking about.

“uh yeah, but i’ll just leave you two to do what you were doing,” he replies, closing the door with no hesitation. sure, doyoung has been lenient with you two, but he feels like he is constantly interrupting you two.

“my god doyoung, we didn’t do anything!” you shout back with cheeks even more red than ever, hands resting on your forehead.

“baby, it’s okay,” jisung giggles, “just chill with me.” he guides you back to the floor, and you two resume what you were previously doing.

you two were going to be alright.

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𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 (𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 “𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱” 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: literally the nastiest fucking smut, fluff

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: phoenix isn’t the biggest fan of summer. it’s hot, humid, and penny’s niece has a thing for sundresses. a few too many drinks, and phoenix is letting her know exactly how she feels about them.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 4.1k (i got so carried away holy)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: i’m (barely lmao) a minor so if that makes you uncomfy don’t read, reader has hair long enough to tie up, smut, oral (fem recieving), fingering, use of pet names (princess, baby), semi public sex (not really, it’s in a supply room at the hard deck), alcohol mentions, so. much. swearing, i have an obsession w parenthesis (if u can’t tell) and i think that’s it lol

𝐚/𝐧: @eminems-skittles and i were texting abt this last night at like 2 am and i was like fuck it so here this is! lmfaooo also, the women in the moodboards (aside from monica obvi) aren’t meant to be what the reader looks like, simply just the dress i imagined reader wearing + the vibes i imagine ms. phoenix was giving at the beach LOL. i’ll stop rambling now, enjoy!

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It was summer in Fightertown, U.S.A., a fact that Natasha Trace was unfortunately acutely aware of. The air was so hot and so thick you could slice through it, but it was no better than the tension filling the interior of the Hard Deck as she sat, nursing her beer. Small beads of sweat formed on the nape of her neck, and her normally slicked back hair found freedom in the warmth. The humidity was dreadful in those aspects, but that was manageable.

Expected, even.

But what wasn’t expected, was Penny’s niece, Y/n.

Y/n was new in town, only staying for the summer to help her beloved aunt out. And during the short time she’d been working at the hard deck, she’d managed to catch everyone’s attention. Phoenix was not exempt from this group. Whatsoever.

Y/n had bright eyes and a soft smile, similar to her aunt in that way. And also in that she had a certain ability to make those around her feel special.

For Nat, it was the light lingering touches when she would hand her a new bottle, attempting to take the old one out of the way.

Their hands would brush, and the normally assertive Phoenix would find herself blushing and stumbling over her words like a schoolgirl all over again.

“Sorry!” She’d exclaim, with the sundress donned girl standing opposite of her doing just the same. They’d laugh, and then go their separate ways for the rest of the night until Natasha inevitably needed another beer.

(Or 2, even if the second was only really ordered as she was building up courage to talk to Y/n. Which, spoiler alert, she didn’t.)

This would happen anytime the young aviator came to the old rickety bar, and even though she knew that it was how Y/n was with everybody, she still couldn’t help herself from becoming absolutely infatuated.

Oh, and the other reason Natasha was counting on her lucky stars to make it through this summer? Those damn sundresses.

I mean hey, they’re practical!

Nat knows better than anyone how the oh, so thin fabric was perfect for the scorching heat. She knew that the flowy shape that managed to drape around Y/n in the most exquisite way, must have been perfect for keeping her cool as she moved about in the crowded establishment. And she knew she felt like a total perv everytime she would watch as Y/n bent over to grab the box of those beers kept under the bar just for Mav.

I mean, shit, she couldn’t help but think about how easy it would be to just sneak her hand under the fabric, make her come apart in front of everyone without them even knowing it. Using just her fingers, taking her right then and there.

But today, things were different.

It was barely 4:30 (or 16:30, if you had asked anyone in the Hard Deck aside from Y/n, which at the moment, was just Phoenix).

Y/n’s hair was messily tied up, baby hairs wildly astray, similarly to the woman in front of her. She smoothed a manicured hand over the top, taking a second to rest against the bar, white cleaning rag still clutched in her other hand. She allowed herself a moment of peace to watch Natasha, who had come in the hard deck early after being grounded all day.

“So,” Y/n began, her tone slightly unsure, startling the other girl. “What’re you doin’ in here so early, Phoenix?” She looked back up from her feet, warm brown eyes meeting her own.

She shook her head, scoffing, then lifting her hands up to her ponytail. She pulled the elastic from her thick strands, fed up with all of the loose hairs. She let out a sigh of relief, beginning to lightly massage her scalp.

“My plane broke down this morning, and I didn’t have much else to do. It was supposed to be an easy day anyway, so Cyclone gave me the day off.” She lifted an eyebrow in contemplation, taking another swig from the wet bottle in her hand.

“I sat on the beach for a while, but with this damn heat?” She scoffed again, shrugging in a fluid motion.

“Couldn’t last more than 15 minutes.” She didn’t break her gaze with the sundress clad Y/n, letting her eyes wander shamelessly.

Y/n inhaled deeply, letting her bottom lip go from where she had it stuck between her teeth.

“There’s always the water if you get too hot?” She suggested the mental image of Natasha, soaking wet and in a bikini, almost too much to handle for the poor girl’s heart.

“With heat like this?” Nat shook her head.

“The water would feel like a jacuzzi.” They both laughed, enjoying the small banter they had created. But this time, they didn’t go their separate ways.

They stood parallel to each other, both of them struggling to find the right words to say, but wanting so badly to say them, whatever they may be. Soft 80s rock that Natasha could vaguely recognize as Bette Davis Eyes played on the old jukebox, filling the silence that had fallen between them.

“Y/n! There you are!” Penny’s voice echoed through the empty building, causing the two to break apart, Y/n placing a hand to her hips while Phoenix became heavily interested in the ingredients on the beer label, muttering something about ”wow, that’s a lot of carbs”.

Penny gave a skeptical look between the two, tilting her head like some confused mutt. Y/n quickly raised a hand and shook her head left to right quickly, her lips in a thin line. Her aunt widened her eyes, her hands barely raising by her wrists and coming up by her thighs in mock surrender.

“Anyway, Hangman just came back from his assignment, so expect a busy night toni-“ She was interrupted by the opening of the swinging doors, Hangman standing in the middle as cadets and experienced pilots alike flowed in around him, patting him on the shoulders as they went.

“First round’s on Bagman, Boys!” Coyote hollered, to which seas of beige began to flock towards the bar. She gave the brunette across her an apologetic look, before starting to tend to those around her.

About an hour and several rounds later, the doors swung open again, this time revealing the one and only Pete Mitchell.

A variety of shouts and hollers saying “Mav!” could be heard, and a wide smile graced Y/n’s features, causing Phoenix to smile as well. After greeting Jake, he made his way to the old bar, slapping his hand down, warmly greeting the younger girl as well.

“Pete!” She exclaimed, excited to see the older man once more. “The usual?” He nodded, already beginning his survey of the room for Penny. She caught his eyes and smiled, causing both Penny and Y/n to roll their eyes.

Natasha’s breath caught in her throat as she watched the exchange, knowing what came next as Y/n bent over.

The pretty little white dress she wore rode up, per usual, causing Phoenix to just press her thighs together, down her drink, and look away for the millionth time.

But what she wasn’t expecting was for her to stay down as she searched the shelves, unable to find what she was looking for. She sighed, standing up and talking to Mav, no doubt telling him it’ll “just be a second” as she has to grab his beer from the back. He nodded and smiled, allowing her to sneak off, right past Nat.

And maybe it was the extra drinks in her, or maybe it was just that Phoenix was to her very limit, but that dress was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

And so taking a quick drink before she could convince herself it was a bad idea, she hopped off of the leather stool, and followed Y/n to the back with her head down, and her confidence high.

“Fuck, where is it?” Before she’d known it, Y/n was back on her knees, the bare skin becoming dirty at the contact with the grimy floor. She cringed to herself, wiping down her hands on her thighs.

“Whatcha looking for?”

“Oh my God! Phoenix, you can’t scare me like that!” She laughed, taking the cautious hand that had been offered by the girl above her, Nat doing her best not to melt given the view she had. Y/n took her hand, even just the small contact sending her brain into overdrive.

Nat’s hand slowly made its way from Y/n’s palm to her waist, testing the waters as she ran small circles. Her other hand gravitated towards the door, sliding it shut and locking it with ease.

“Is this okay with you?” Nat questioned, Y/n finding the strength to give her one of her smiles she adored so much.

“This is more than okay, Nat.” She nearly whispered, before her hands found either side of Phoenix’s face, leaning in and connecting their lips for the first time.

Phoenix still found that Y/n had things about her that were unexpected, this time as she pushed Natasha up against the shelf, the kiss still continuing despite the clattering of empty beer kegs around them. Y/n allowed her tongue to sweep across the other girl’s bottom lip, Natasha letting out a whimper at the idea of what finally was coming to fruition after so long.

Phoenix let her hands wander, her hands pushing up the flimsy material of the sundress and letting it fall back over her hands. She let one finger swipe over her clothed heat, the sudden contact triggering a moan to fall from Y/n’s plumped lips.

Though she knew that with the current state of the music and the rowdy crowd nobody could really have a chance of hearing them, Phoenix still retracted her hand bringing it up to her lips and making a shushing motion.

“Baby, I’ve barely even touched you and you’re causing a riot.” She chuckled, tucking a stray hair behind Y/n’s ear.

“How long’s it been since someone touched you like this?” She replaced her hand, this time moving the delicate and lacy white panties to the side, running agonizingly slow, yet delicious circles around her clit.

The other girl began to shake her head side to side, trying to form the words.

“Nobody’s ever- Fuck, Nat!” She took the same finger, briefly swiping it down to collect her slick, and bringing it back up to her clit.

“Nobody other than me has ever-Fuck-It’s only been me!” she exclaimed, throwing her head back. Phoenix’s gaze softened, her eyebrows furrowing.

“Oh, honey. I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

The words themselves were enough to cause another cry to sound from her chest, but as Nat took her by the back of her neck and kissed her again, she wasn’t quite sure of the cause.

Phoenix continued to allow her nimble fingers to stimulate the area, picking up the pace and then slowing down when Y/n would get too loud.

(Truthfully, if she could have her way, she’d be as loud as she wanted. But hey, she’d take what she could get.)

Her touch altered from gentle to rough, quick to slow, and it all was to watch the girl in front of her unravel in a way Natasha could only describe as sinful.

It was ironic, though, as in that moment, Phoenix could have sworn nobody had ever looked more angelic than Y/n had.

With her head thrown back, white dress hiked up, writhing and grinding up against Nat’s fingers? Phoenix didn’t know how she was still breathing, and truthfully, Y/n had thought she’d died and went to Heaven.

The dainty chains of the necklaces she wore shimmered under the fluorescent light, as did the thin layer of sweat that shone on her chest as it rose and fell.

The straps of her dress had long ago slipped off her shoulders, exposing her breasts to the woman in front of her, only driving her further on her self assigned mission to take Y/n apart piece by piece.

“You have no idea what you do to me when you wear those damned sundresses.”

Not allowing her anytime to adjust, Nat entered two slender fingers, causing a loud moan to be elicited from Y/n’s lips.

“Everytime you wear one, bending over like that to get Mav’s stupid fuckin’ drink. Putting your pretty fuckin’ ass on display for me. Makes me wanna fuck you right there, let ‘em all watch.”

Y/n let out another wanton moan from her filthy words, and Phoenix’s opposite hand quickly found its way to cover Y/n’s mouth, not ceasing her movements. Her palm lightly grazed her clit as her fingers worked in and out, Y/n eliciting another whine, muffled by Natasha’s hand.

Natasha looked up to momentarily watch as the girl in front of her thrashed, her hand that wasn’t supporting her body weight moving to massage the tissue of her breast. Nat let out her own groan upon this realization, burning the mental image into her head. She moved forward, kissing the skin in the surrounding area that Y/n neglected, taking her into her mouth.

“Nat! Oh my God- I”m gonna, Fuck! I can’t, Phoenix!”

Nat released her from her pink lips, her other hand smoothing down her hair while feeling her clench around her fingers.

“Yes, you can, Princess. Hold out for me a little longer, baby.” Nat replied, speeding up her pace. Y/n became louder and louder, her hands grasping at the loose strands of Phoenix’s hair.

Suddenly, and oh, so cruelly, Natasha removed her fingers, denying Y/n of her sweet release. Y/n mewled, trying to catch her breath.

“If you want this, you need to be quiet for me, can you do that?” Natasha questioned, following Y/n’s gaze, softly dragging her fingertips back and forth her exposed hip.

“Yes, Lieutenant, I promise.”

Natasha groaned, her head dipping down and her fingers digging into Y/n’s flesh.

“Fuck, baby. Say that again.”

A wicked smile found its way to Y/n’s tired features, her lip turning up at the corner. Her finger found the soft skin of Nat’s jaw, tipping her head up to look at her.

“Make me yours, Lieutenant. Take me.”

With that, Nat’s lips found Y/n’s, bringing her into a searing kiss. Their teeth clashed, and Y/n’s hand managed to pull down the top of Natasha’s red tank top, where she, thankfully, wasn’t wearing a bra, having changed straight out of her bikini into the top.

Y/n let out a sound that was almost pornographic, her head briefly taking solace in the corner of Nat’s neck, her lip latching onto the area, a bruise already forming.

Her hand toyed with Phoenix’s breast, her other hand tracing down her toned abdomen to below the fabric of her low waisted cutoffs. Nat sharply inhaled, her hands wrapping around Y/n’s shoulders.

“Not now- Shit, Y/n/n- not now baby. Wanna make you feel good.” Her words were breathy as Y/n did her best to mimic Natasha’s previous movements. The sporadic nature of her motions caused Nat to twitch under her.

“Let me take care of you, Lieutenant.” She mumbled, slipping one finger inside her with ease. Phoenix’s eyebrows furrowed, a sigh escaping her lips as she hung her head and bit her lip. Y/n pulled back to watch as Nat used her to hold herself up, basing her movements on her reactions.

She began to feel the familiar tightening around her fingers that she had been inflicting upon her by Nat only minutes ago, and continued her pace. She then retracted her fingers, focusing on maintaining a harsh speed around her clit. A high pitched series of moans came from Phoenix, Y/n leaning forward and shutting her up with her formerly glossed lips, still faintly tasting of watermelon and mango.

“You’re doing so good for me, Princess, fuck. ‘M almost there.” Nat remarked when Y/n pulled away, selfishly wanting to hear as Phoenix reached her release.

“Fucking shit, baby!” She cried, her moans becoming shorter, and her head coming down to the crook of Y/n’s neck. Her hot breath fanned on a sensitive spot, the whimpers elicited from Y/n being what pushed her over the edge.

She came with a small shout, still breathing heavily as Y/n slowly circled the swollen area, helping as she came down from her high.

“Y’know you’re quite a hypocrite about not being loud, Lieutenant.” She retracted her hand, bringing it up to her mouth and slowly licking them clean, the last one coming from her mouth with a loud “pop!”

Nat groaned at the sight before her, her hands moving back to Y/n’s waist.

“Shit, Y/n/n, how’d you get so damn good at that?”

“I learned from the best.” She smiled, leaning in for another kiss.

“By the way,” Y/n started, pulling away. Nat gave a quizzical look, beckoning her on, moving to kiss down her neck. She hummed in a questioning manner, the vibration making Y/n whimper, in a way that could only be described as pathetic.

“I thought sailors were supposed to be the ones who swore like there’s no tomorrow.” She chuckled, her joke getting caught in her throat as Nat looked up, shrugging.

“I guess it’s the whole Navy.” She casually remarked, before resuming her good work. Her hands found the hem of the dress, quickly discarding it, leaving her bare in just those fuckin’ white panties. The small bow Phoenix had failed to notice upon initial discovery of the garment made her feel some kind of way, as if she was a present waiting to be unwrapped.

“You look so pretty like this, Y/n/n.” Natashes remarked, her voice almost a whisper.

And she did, pupils blown out, lips hung ajar, a downright mess for the woman standing opposite to her (and only for her). A soft smile graced her features as she felt a certain warmth creep its way up her neck and to her cheeks at the compliment. Nat grinned at the sheepish behavior, diving back in, leaving open mouth kisses on her chest.

Y/n felt it as the brunette took her time, leaving the most perfect bruises, just like the ones she had left on the other’s neck. She was certain they would be at least somewhat noticeable by the time she had returned to her shift, but she couldn’t find it in her to care in the slightest.

Her head involuntarily was thrown back once more (though she wished she could have watched what was happening), as Natasha continued her endeavor down the center of her body, leaving a trail of kisses and bitemarks alike.

When she finally reached her clothed cunt, she left teasing kisses on the inside of her thighs, her hands supporting the back of them, her short, dull nails leaving crescent marks on the supple flesh.

She looked up and bit her lip for the thousandth time (she was sure by the end of this she’d be in dire need of some Carmex), smiling at the goddess of a woman above her.

Y/n thought the same, watching as the Athena-esque woman that was Natasha Trace held her with strong arms and soft hands, having them move to trace up the front of her underwear, pressing firmly and suddenly right where Y/n needed Nat most.

“Oh, Fuck.” She brokenly responded, her breath once again being held from her as Nat slid the white fabric down her thighs, the wetness that had been accumulating for so long beginning to drip down her thigh.

Phoenix, seeing the opportunity, immediately leaned forward, drawing her tongue along it and cleaning it up, accented with a small nip of her skin. She continued on her path, pressing french kisses to her mound, avoiding where Y/n wanted her most, in stark contrast to earlier.

Y/n, overwhelmed, bit down on the palm of her hand in fear of Natasha stopping if she had heard her make any noise. She took quick notice of this, pulling away momentarily.

“It’s okay, baby, I wanna hear you.”

Y/n widely smiled, groaning as she continued to chase Phoenix's mouth with her heat, blinded by want. Natasha followed her, finding a smooth rhythm. The supply room was filled with the most wonderfully obscene noises, accompanied by the chanting of Nat’s name like some kind of prayer. Phoenix pulled back, her chin glistening with slick and her eyes bright.

“You have the prettiest fuckin’ cunt I’ve ever seen, Princess.”

Y/n felt another wave of heat to her core at her words, which was swiftly and skillfully combated by Nat’s tongue and her nose bumping at her clit. She continued on, moaning into her core at the sweet taste on her tongue, that she was sure was her new favorite.

Grasping at her breasts, she began to feel the familiar building in her stomach, her breath became shorter, and the room started to get hotter.

“Lieutenant-”

“I know baby, I know.”

“Nat, fuck!”

“Come on, baby, I’ve got you. Come for me, princess.”

Hearing her words, that was all she needed to be pushed over the edge with a series of moans, leading up to an exclamation of Nat’s name.

Feeling as her body became rigid, Natasha slowly pressed open mouthed kisses to her clit, taking her through her high as she came down, her body erratically moving in Phoenix’s arms. She then worked her way up, feeling her body become fluid once more in Phoenix’s arms.

They made quick work of recovering, though Y/n could quite make the shaking from the adrenaline to subside. She pulled on her dress first, and before she could find her underwear, she looked over to where Nat had already fixed herself up, and had them hanging from her finger.

“Lookin for these?” She asked, a smug smirk adorning her features.

Y/n jokingly scowled, rolling her eyes.

“Give ‘em, Phoenix. I’m serious.”

Nat threw her hands up in mock surrender, shaking her head and looking to the side.

“I mean, they’re ruined anyway. It’d be best not to have them on.” She persisted. Y/n moved her hands to her hips, realizing that she wasn’t going to budge.

“Whatever, Nat.” She laughed, moving past her, and leaning down to grab the box she had originally came back there for.

Much to Phoenix’s surprise, though, she bent at the knees, revealing absolutely nothing.

Her jaw dropped at this, realizing that all these times-

“It was a ploy?!” She almost yelled, a huge smile on her face.

Y/n turned around, this time taking her turn to shrug.

“Maybe, maybe not.”

Nat was left by herself in the small space as Y/n smiled, unlocking the door and walking out to the bar, where Mav was nursing another beer.

“Mav! Sorry I took so long. I see you ended up with just a normal Bud Light, eh?”

Just then, Natasha walked back out, taking her seat at the bar that somehow hadn’t been filled in her absence. Pete looked to her and then to Y/n, shrugging as he took another swig.

“Well, I saw Phoenix follow you back and shut the door, so I figured it would be awhile.”

A mortified look briefly crossed both of their faces, to which he only laughed, laying a hand on top of Y/n’s.

“It’s all good, really. Me and Penny have had our-“

“Okay, okay! Got it, Mav. Thanks.” Y/n choked out, a laugh following suite as she propped up one of his drinks next to him before walking over to where Natasha was sitting, chatting with Hangman. Phoenix gestured for her to come over to the other side of the bar, so she ducked down, coming to stand next to her with her hand on her shoulder.

“So, Y/n,” Jake started, standing from his perch. “Maybe next time you’ll pull me into the closet with ya, hmm?” He clapped Nat on the shoulder in what seemed like some sort of bro solidarity, walking off with a smile.

Phoenix gave him a scowl, pulling Y/n down onto her lap by her waist, her hand quickly finding its way up her skirt once again. Y/n’s breath caught, awaiting her next words with a giddy smile doing its absolute best not to escape.

“Not a fucking chance.”

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i hope you liked that! if you did, pls make sure to reblog and comment! have a great day/night! make sure to drink some water and eat some protein mwah bye y'all

xx hj

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dontyouworrydaddy · 10 months

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Wait for love

Joel Miller x fem! reader

warning: mean Joel, Reader is 29!

summary: Life is beautiful but he doesn’t have a clue

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Joel stared at you, his weathered face etched with lines of worry and hesitation. His hand reached out, but stopped midway as he struggled with his own emotions. Deep down, he knew he was falling for you, growing too attached to someone he believed he shouldn't. You stood before him, your eyes reflecting a mix of determination and vulnerability.

"Y/N. Please." Joel began, his voice tinged with regret, "I'm getting too attached to you. It's dangerous, and I can't afford to lose anyone else." His words hung heavy in the air, the weight of his past losses palpable.

You shook your head, your eyes never leaving his. "Joel, you don't get to decide who I let into my life. I'm not asking for you to protect me from this world. I want to be by your side, to fight alongside you, to love you."

His face hardened, and frustration laced his voice. "You don't understand, you think life is beautiful and full of hope, but you don't have a clue about the darkness that lies out there. I've seen things you can't imagine, and I won't let you be a part of that."

Your eyes brimmed with tears, hurt and defiance warring within you. "Joel, life isn't just darkness. It's also about finding light amidst the shadows, holding on to the beauty that still exists. I choose to see that, and I choose to see it with you."

The tension between you escalated, each word a battle cry in a war of emotions. The nights filled with hurting arguments and heart-wrenching moments of silence. The rift between you widened, threatening to swallow the fragile bond you had built.

And then, one day, you disappeared. You vanished from Joel's life and everyone else‘s life, leaving no trace behind. Panic gripped his heart as he realized the gravity of his words and actions. He searched high and low, desperately seeking any clue of your whereabouts. But you had vanished without a trace, as if you had never existed at all.

Weeks passed and the absence of your presence was a constant ache in his soul. Joel's regret weighed heavy upon him, the realization of what he had lost settling in like a heavy fog. He had pushed away the one person who had seen through his defenses and understood the complexities of his heart.

Regret became his constant companion, haunting his every step. He longed to see your smile, to hear your voice again, but the void remained unfilled. The walls he had built to protect himself now suffocated him, reminders of the love he had pushed away.

In the silence of his solitude, Joel began to realize the truth of your words. Life was indeed beautiful, even amidst the chaos and uncertainty. Your absence taught him that attachment and vulnerability were not weaknesses, but rather the very essence of what it meant to truly live.

As time passed, Joel carried the weight of his mistakes, vowing to be better if given another chance. He clung to the belief that someday, somehow, you would return, and he would be there, ready to embrace the love he had once pushed away.

Then he realized what you used to say to him all the time:

Life is beautiful but you don’t have a clue

Life was really beautiful and he really didn’t had a clue.

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aquanova99 · 2 years

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Your Love

Bucky x Reader

Part 1

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A/N: wow I haven’t gotten a marvel request in awhile I need to get back into it. Sorry it’s taken so long I wanted this to be good and then I got bad writers block. Thank you for the lovely idea, I know this is a little different than what you probably had in mind so I hope this works 🤍

A/N: also yeah absolutely inspired by the boys and made this character kind of a kimiko/Annie mix

Summary: Y/n is underestimated in the avengers compound. Another HYDRA project gone wrong. When Captain America tries to make everyone get along, she finds the Wonter Soldier is on the outs as well. They are the only two who really knows what the other has went through, will they be able to finally find some comfort in eachother?

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She could hear them whispering through the wall. No one wanting to be the one to ask her to join them.

‘She wont even want to come.’

‘Steve said we have to get everyone.’

‘He wasn’t referring to her.’

‘I don’t want to get him either.’

She was beginning to think of ways to get her out of the conversation. Technically its not like she had to actually have one. She was annoyed, no one bothered Barnes when he didn’t want to talk. She was just better at not needing to. The avengers had found her a few years ago, another project under HYDRA. Y/n had been taken from her family when she was young, forcibly removed from her parents arms. Whoever had ripped her away had had the decency to not let her see whatever they decided to do to her family. Y/n hadn’t spoken since then, her captors had thought this was an advantage. A soldier that would just take commands with some training.

Natasha cleared her throat as she opened the door to her room, y/n had her legs brought up to her chest staring at the outside world. The avengers tower was slowly becoming more and more of a prison, “Hey y/n. Rogers wants us to come into the main area. Team building exercise.”

Y/n continued to stare out the window. She heard Natasha scoff before leaving her to her thoughts again, she could almost hear the eye roll that surely came with it. She wondered if Barton had been sent to grab Bucky. It wasnt until the door clicked shut that she allowed herself to get up and move around. She debated not going at all but it was entertaining to see them squirm every once in a while. She had heard them through the supposedly soundproof walls, most of them suspected she couldn’t even control her powers. Some believed she didn’t understand what they were saying, they did find her in a different country. It made sense to her, but the way they regarded or disregarded her before even trying to communicate all but ensured her silence. Y/n quickly put her hair up, traded her oversized shirt for an oversized sweatshirt. Her leggings should be fine. She put on white socks that went halfway to her knees and headed to the main area. She wished Wanda was still around, she by no choice of your own knew exactly what you knew and what you could do. She never treated her differently, Wanda knew what it was like to lose family. But, at the same time Y/Ns powers terrified her for Vision and she constantly came up with reasons to disappear. Y/n couldn’t blame her, if things went sideways she wasn’t sure she could control her powers to not drain Vision. She wasn’t even sure he counted as electricity per say but a super computer needed power, right? At this point Y/n couldn’t be sure of anything but Vision, like Wanda was kind and the last thing Y/N wanted was someone else on her conscience.

She peeked out of her when she heard the two best friends move away from the hallway. She couldn’t hear everything but her hearing was enhanced enough to hear a room over. She exactly what was being said about her through closed doors. Another lovely perk. Luckily for her, no one fully knew the extent of the soldier serum they had given her, if it was even that. HYDRA was testing on so many people it was hard for the avengers to figure out who got what. If it was the super soldier serum it seemed to have a different effect on everybody, or maybe it was a more advanced drug that she had been forced to take. Y/ns head turned back the second another door clicked, Bucky. Another casualty of fake niceties.

“They forcing you to go too?” He asked, y/n nodded. Bucky caught up with her quickly. The two had never known eachother until y/n had been brought into the avengers compound but if anyone could empathize with what she went through it was Bucky. He found himself wanting to be around y/n and she reciprocated those feelings, they had an understanding between them. Unbeknownst to both of them, Bucky would often shut down any topic concerning her and whether she could be trusted. Thanks to his pull with Steve, everyone usually quieted down. It was easier to wonder about someone else than ask them about it to their face. There were only handful of people both y/n and Bucky trusted to fully have their back.

“Are you dreading it as much as I am?” Bucky asked again, y/n nodded pulling out her phone to communicate. Letting her hair cover her face to give her a moment to get herself together and let the blush dissipate from her face

“I hate forced bonding.” She twisted her lips as she showed him her phone.

Bucky grinned, “me too.”

Bucky opened his mind to say something else before Steve interrupted, “c’mon you two. A little bonding never hurt anyone.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. Of course he thought that. Bucky smiled at her and they continued behind Steve, Bucky now preoccupied by conversation from his old friend. The second they had entered the main living area y/n found a corner by the bar to avoid confrontation. Thank god everything was digitalized, she grabbed herself a water and sunk into a small chair. Well, it was more of a tiny booth but she hoped her presence would have everyone leave her alone.

Bucky came to find her almost immediately, “you’re just gonna leave me for the wolves like that?” She decided he didn’t count, as she enjoyed his company. She typed sorry on her phone and held it up. Bucky began ordering some beers.

Bucky stared patiently at y/n typing a question before Natasha and Tony came over.

“I thought super soldiers couldn’t get a buzz?” Nat smiled, y/n had to admit she was trying.

Bucky noticed y/n putting her phone down but offered the two a tight lipped smile, “just takes a lot more. So I better get started.” He raised his bottle up to the two.

“I like the spirit tin man. What about you y/n? What do you like?”

Y/n was surprised to have Stark acknowledging her, before y/n could even reach for her phone Clint came over already heavily intoxicated. Y/n was wondering how many more people would start crowding the area, it was starting to make her anxious.

“Alright Stark. What are we doing today?”

“Jesus Clint.” Nat laughed

“What? If I heard correctly I’m going to need to be drunk for this.”

“Well you probably heard correctly. Cap googled fun things to do with friends and we somehow landed on karaoke.”

“Who’s going first?” Nat was entirely too excited to see everyone make a fool of themselves

At that moment Sam slid in next to Bucky, “there’s no way I’m doing all that.”

“What’s the matter, afraid I’ll beat you?” Clint bragged

“Since when do you sing Barton?” Tony asked, “regardless winner gets a prize.”

“Well then I’m winning.” Clint said as he chugged another beer down. Bucky rolled his eyes, this was a nightmare.

“I bet you y/n sings better than you.” Tony bet Clint

“I’ll take that bet.”

“She won’t even talk, what makes you think she’ll sing?” Nat joked

“You realize she’s right here?” Sam interrupted, Nat put her hands up and the group thankfully dispersed. Y/n sighed, smiled at Sam and tapped her chin and pulled outwards out of habit. Sam did something similar but a bucky noticed he curved his hand downward

“You’re welcome.”

Y/ns eyes got wide, her hands started moving in a way Bucky didn’t understand

You know sign?

Sam laughed, “just a little” he stopped signing after that part, “I can understand more but I learned a bit at the vet center. A lot if people lost their hearing and took it up.”

Y/n typed that it was amazing he had tried to learn on her phone. Bucky, try as he might had never even thought she may be able to communicate a different way, and he hated that he was feeling jealous. At the same time, he was glad to see someone else stick up for her. He should have been surprised but he had learned some new languages himself after years of following under HYDRA. He wondered if she had picked it up herself or one of the scientists had simply pitied her and showed her a new way to communicate. It was the latter. Not everyone there happened to be there by choice, one of the scientists saw his own family in y/n especially since she had been taken in so young. She tried not to think about him he didn’t last long after they found him teaching her more than was necessary. She taught herself anything else that might be important when she had been brought into the tower.

The rest of the party continued to play music Clint actually singing not as terribly as one might think. Sam, Bucky and y/n tried to keep conversation going. But Sam was pretty quickly called away by Tony to settle a debate.

“I didn’t know you knew sign.” Bucky tried to talk to y/n

‘No one asked.’ She shrugged and smiled as she handed him her phone. Bucky smiled, he liked that she didn’t divulge any unnecessary information, thus far she had still been able to communicate with the team when necessary thanks to Starks technology.

“Would you teach me?” Being able to communicate with one of the few people who’s company he enjoyed intrigued him, the fact that no one else would really be able understand or butt in was a bonus.

Y/n was shocked, ‘you actually want to learn?’

“Yeah I mean—“

“So y/n…” This time it was Rhodes who interrupted, Y/n clenched her jaw. She was sick of people cutting, as if what she was saying was so unimportant they could care less about even saying a simple excuse me.

“Jesus fuck.” Bucky cursed under his breath apparently he had had his full as well.

“Clint says you’re going to sing for us.”

Y/n was quick to pull out her phone and type a form and resounding ‘No.’

“You aren’t going to make me lose the bet are you y/n?” Tony joked. Some of the others began chiding in.

“Come on y/n let’s hear that voice.” Nat pried, even if it came from a good place which y/n knew it did it was stressing her out. She didn’t like all these eyes on her. She showed the ‘No.’ on her screen one more time.

“She said no, back off.” Bucky started to help

“Relax Barnes we’re bonding, aren’t we y/n?”

She typed as quickly as she could, ‘if this is bonding I’d hate to see how you treat people you don’t like’

She stood up to leave and began walking away

“Guys come on. Leave it.” Sam tried

“Y/n we would appreciate if you participated more.” Steve as hard as he tried was not helping. At this point almost everyone had gone silent and y/n was free to walk away.

“Wait, y/n come on we’ll stop.” She wasn’t sure who grabbed her arm because it had sent her over the edge. She yanked her arm away and turned around furious. Almost everyone took a step as they seemed to really see her for the first time. Her eyes glowed a shade so brilliant some of them were momentarily in a trance. Unfortunately, in a room full of superheroes there were a few who mistook her warning as a threat.

“I thought there was more to this one.” Thor laughed, he had consumed enough alcohol for everyone in the compound. He called his hammer to him eager to have a good fight and show off some more but before Stark issued a warning the lights began flickering some of them popping with only a second or two of crackle as a warning. All of them looked away as the lights became blindingly light as she used an extent of her powers to knock Thor back.

As everyone’s eyes adjusted to the light they noticed y/ns absence. Arguments filled the room, people wondering if they should go after her, whether or not she was a threat, how they were supposed to trust her now. Bucky pulled Caps arm away from everyone for a second

“Fix it. This isn’t on her.”

“Yeah yeah, I know Buck. She needs to control her powers.”

“Cut the crap Steve, you knew it was a lot.”

“Alright alright. Go find her and try to explain that to her. We won’t push anymore, we’re sorry.” Bucky raised his eyebrows, “I will make sure everyone knows to back off and give her space.”

“Uh huh”

“And apologize.” Steve was getting a headache, he knew it was a long shot to get his old friend more incorporated with the group, now he had to figure out how to get them to ease up on two people. How did he end up in this position anyway?

Bucky slunk away as Steve tried to get everyone to calm down. The corridors were dark, it was eerily quiet. Even for him, someone who craved silence there was nothing. No hun of some small electronic running. Complete silence. He was only a few feet from her room when he heard it; a faint song through the sound proof walls. Would he have always been able to hear her?

He slightly opened the door the sirens don’t had stopped, he had barely taken a step in when he was atta led by y/n, unsure herself of who had followed her. He didn’t even have to warn her before she recognized who he was, albeit a little late. Her clashing against his vibranium arm, both of their instincts ready to defend themselves but without any electricity y/n was basically flying blind and was relying on her brute strength, she saw the gleam of metal a second too late

She pushed herself backwards at the impact, ‘what are you doing??’ She thought, didn’t he know better?

“Sorry. I should have knocked.”

Y/n just stared at him, unsure what he was planning on doing. Bucky only had to glance at the bag next to her to find out what she was planning on doing.

“You’re leaving.” He heard her sigh and felt a hand rest against his metal arm, he wish he could feel the heat of her skin against it. He could have sworn he did, he sighed slightly before looking at her, “do you want to go for a walk?”

They both knew she was leaving regardless. It would never be safe in the tower again. Anything she did would now be monitored by at least two people. She was not in the mood to be another science experiment, still she trusted Bucky. She grabbed his hand and led him down the dark hallway, finding the fire escape at the end of it. Her head snapped to her left, hearing cautious footsteps a few seconds before Bucky. The fire escape was noisy and they were several stories up, Bucky wondered how much of the power in the building was off or if the whole tower was completely off the grid. Probably wasn’t the best time to leave. Y/n knew it should have just been that floor so realistically they only really need to go a few floors to one of the elevators that didn’t reach the top. Bucky again understood a second too late and watched as y/n crossed over the railing barely catching herself in time to pull her self up.

“What the hell am I doing?” He questioned only for a moment the door barely clicking before he tried to replicate y/ns action. He didn’t quite catch the floor his hand began slipping before y/n pulled him over. She didn’t waste anytime as she dragged him to the serviceable elevator. The ride was starting out too silent

“Does anyone know?”

“Just Wanda, and that information wasn’t divulged by choice.” Hearing her voice was still so shocking, he couldn’t get enough of it.

“Let me guess, no one asked?”

A smirk grew on y/ns face, “you get it. Does anyone know about your secrets?”

“Secrets, me? I’m an open book.”

“Mhm.” Y/n didn’t push the subject further, after seeing how good her hearing had been, Bucky had a feeling he knew exactly what she was talking about.

“What have you heard?” Regardless he needed to know

“Not much, I really only hear if I’m focusing. My hearing is good enough for right outside my ‘soundproof’ room but not much further. I’ve just…gotten up sometimes because I can’t sleep and I’ve been able to tell you can’t either.”

Bucky just nodded, really, he was pretty sure Steve and by extension Sam knew too but he wasn’t going to be the one to say it.

“You’re hearing is better than mine.” Was all he could say

“And you didn’t age while Isaiah did.”

“You know about…”

“I know of him. They would talk about what combinations worked with each person the serum worked on. There’s a few others that acquired more than just strength.”

“More like you?”

“Not exactly like me but I guess closer.”

“Is there a reason you got more than just…” how did he even go about asking that? Bucky was curious until now he thought she was just able to fry some electronics, it was helpful but absorbing power and shutting things down were different. How far did it extend?

“I don’t think so… I think I was lucky in a sense. We all heard about the mind control they did but with me they just hid me away.”

“Probably not much better.” Y/n shrugged, Buckys heart ached. He wished there was more he could say but he knew better. Both of them had their life stripped away. But y/n…she seemed to have lost her childhood, something a bucky could never relate to. He understood why she had been kept in total darkness when they found her, she was better kept around than let loose to ruin Hydra’s plans. But they had treated her like an animal, something about that had messed with bucky, triggering a protectiveness he hadn’t felt since he had to help Steve out when they were younger. This time though, even knowing she could protect herself he wanted to stick around.

The silence filled the elevator until they hit the last floor.

“I think we’re going to have to take a rain check on that walk.”

Before bucky could question it the door opened to the several of the avengers ready to defend themselves against y/n. She rolled her eyes and just walked through.

“See you around Bucky.”

“Wait. Y/n, we’re sorry. Really, for what we said. We were just having fun.” Nat offered

“Right, thats why all of you were waiting in front of the elevator totally not about to jump me right?” Bucky could see everyone look away. Its the first they heard y/n speak and now they knew how deeply their words had affected her.

“Y/n we cant just let you go..” Steve started, y/n turned to glare at him her eyes glowing again. The lights began flickering again, everyone seemed to step back and as they looked up at lights wondering if they were going to be stuck in darkness again. She stepped out in the confusion and that was the last he heard from her.

it had been months. Bucky’s sleep had gotten worse. They had intercepted more and more Hydra bases and a few times there was little for the team to do. He easily recognized y/n had been through there. This last time they had seen y/n’s work there it was clear there had been a struggle, but with all of the electronics fried they had no way of knowing what the outcome had been. Bucky had shut himself in his room. To their knowledge the bases that had been hit by y/n first had saved several people, with it becoming increasingly obvious that the age of the people they were testing on decreasing. Some of the people rescued had gained strange abilities rivaling wandas and y/ns. Most of them had been fortunate enough to make it through testing with only minor enhancements to their dna. Others were sent to an academy with more gifted kids and teenagers.

He was on edge. Y/n had never been unkind to him. She was one of the few who really understood the Winter Soldier program. He hadnt heard the knock on his door as lost as he was in his thoughts. Steves hand while gentle had scared Bucky and he, out of habit, turned and threw a punch in Steve’s direction. Luckily for both of them Steve was well aware of how Bucky now reacts under pressure.

“Jesus, you coudlnt knock?”

“Definitely tried.”

“Sorry." Bucky didnt elaborate past that and continued pacing

“Buck. Im sure shes fine.”

“Hm?”

“Y/n? She can handle herself.”

He thought abut denying it, but it was clear to everyone how much shorter his fuse had gotten lately. “So could I.”

“You should talk to Wanda. I think her and Vis might have found her.”

“Is she alright?”

“I dont know. They werent aware I was listening until after. I guess Wanda and her have talked a few times since shes left. She int happy with how we let everything play out.” Yeah neither did I, he thought. Bucky could feel his expression change before he could stop it. He could worry about Steves feelings later. He should have watched which arm he was using because Visions door flew open. Him and Wanda looked up from a chess match they were in, or some variation of it. He wondered for a split second how that would work, a super computer and a mind reader. Maybe he could ask later, there were more pressing things on his mind

“Is she okay??”

“We’ve--”

“Vis.” Wanda shook her head.

“Wanda someone should check on her, its only logical it should be him.”

“Vis.” She warned, “She made us promise.”

“Look. She might need help. Just let me check on her please. I wont say anything to anyone else.” Wanda seemed to focus on a piece in her game. Bucky was positive she was going into his mind to see if he was being honest. He hated that she could do that but he wouldnt have been surprised if she had betted everyone who through the tower

“Fine.” She pulled out a piece of paper and wrote something down. “Check.”

Vision sighed but chuckled under his breath as Bucky left the room, “Its funny you always say you dont have a soft side.” Wanda smirked and threw the chess piece she had just taken back at him. BUcky smiled wistfully as he headed to the elevator, not saying anything to Steve as he asked if he had figured it out. He doubted Y/n would want anyone from the compound that night to show up to a place she felt safe. They had gotten back from that last mission around 3 am, it was almost 7 am now and y/n had seemingly just missed them. Bucky hoped he wasn’t too late.

The address led him to an apartment not even a 15 minute walk away. He tried to push his anger down as he realized he should have kept looking. He’d given up too easily, he thought. As he made his way to her door the drops of blood leading to it didn’t escape him. He knocked but when he got no response he didn’t hesitate to open the door by force.

“God, you’ve got to warn me and at least say you’re dropping by.” Y/n walked out from behind a hallway, “I was ready to knock you out.”

Bucky got a good look at her, she may have been able to push him back but she looked like she wouldn’t make very far. There blood soaking through her shirt and bandages, and her hair was sticking to her face. A combination of blood and sweat clumping it together on her cheeks.

“Don’t. I’m fine.”

“You’re a bad liar.” He took a few steps forward, “let me see it.”

She sighed but pointed her head in the direction he was to follow her.

She stopped in front of the door to the bathroom, “before you say anything it looks a lot worse than it is.”

That was an understatement. She had stocked up on a few medical supplies but it was clear that big injuries were not her specialty. There was at least three bloodied shirt and a pile of bandages from her first few attempts at covering herself.

“I’m not good at stitches.”

“Y/n. You should have gone to a hospital.”

“And accidentally hurt someone if I can’t control my powers? No way. The only reason I’m letting you is because we both know I have little strength to do much to you even if I do try and do anything to you.”

Bucky sighed, “just let me see it.” he immediately saw how her injury would have been close to impossible to do correctly on your own. No wonder it was bleeding, she needed an extra set of hands. He recleaned it, noticing anytime y/n winced.

“Sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry, you are helping me. OW!” She grabbed Buckys arm, doing her best not to let any noise out as Bucky worked the sutures.

“You know this would be less painful back at the tower.”

“I’m sure I’ve had worse.”

It only took him a few more minutes to finish stitching y/n up. “I’ll be honest I’m not the best at this and that scar isn’t going to be pretty.”

“Bet it’ll look cool though.” Y/n tried to lighten up the mood but it was clear Bucky was not happy, “thank you honestly for all the help.” She got up and began putting plastic wrap around the bandages area

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t know if you’ve noticed but I have blood all over me, I’m jumping in the shower. This will help keep it dry.”

Bucky sighed again, he hated how she was playing this off as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“You won’t tell anyone about where I am will you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I mean, don’t you have to head back soon. I really do appreciate you coming here but ID rather not have the avengers at my door.”

“They aren’t coming. I don’t think Wanda will let them.”

“She let you.”

Bucky shrugged, “I asked nicely.”

“Uh huh” y/n pointed her head in a way to ask Bucky to leave. He was about to say something else when she waved and closed the door. The shower started running seconds later. Bucky wondered if he should just leave but something kept him there. He sat on a couch debating getting a quick nap in before y/n came out. He covered his eyes with his and began absentmindedly humming to himself. Y/n was dead silent when came out. Her heart seemed to skip a beat when she remembered that song. It seemed so long since that night he had heard her sing, she was dumb to think he wouldn’t have followed her. She had been so sure he would have turned against her, but even now he stayed to check on her. If she didn’t feel so weak she might have cried.

“I think I know that one.” She squeaked out

Bucky had dozing off, still not realizing he was even making any noise. He yawned and rubbed his eyes to wake himself up “Hm?” He asked not wanting to be rude

“Nothing, just saying thank you. Again, for coming to check on me.”

“I still think you should go to the doctor.” He scooted over and gave her space to sit, “I can go if you want but at least let me check that the cut first.”

She set next to him, “I think I’ve had my fill of people in lab coats,” she tried not to hiss as he lifted the sweatshirt she had on and unwrapped the bandages. And Bucky tried not to flinch at the realization of why she was adamant about seeing someone else.

“Y/n, it looks irritated. I don’t—I don’t know. I’m not a professional you should get that checked.”

“It’s fine, I’m sure it’s going to look a little red after messing with it. Especially after I did such a shit job the first time.” She smiled at him and squeezed his leg, she hesitated before continuing her voice getting softer, “you can leave if you want. I’m all patched up now.”

Yeah but he didn’t want to leave was the issue, it was ridiculous how both of them were stalling when it was clear they both craved eachothers company. “I’ll stay, just until I know that cut doesn’t get worse or turn into an infection.”

Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled, “well in that case.” She stood up slowly and went to grab her phone off the kitchen counter.

“Could you stop that? You need to rest. Just tell me what you want. You’re stressing me out.”

“Fair enough. Could you get some blankets from the closet? It’s between the bedroom and the bathroom.” Bucky got up immediately before she changed her mind, he also grabbed three blankets to be on the safe side.

“Oh good you got the weighted one. I hope you don’t mind but I ordered Chinese. Figured you could use something to eat too.”

“That works with me.” He sat down next to her and she turned the tv on, “what are we watching?”

“Anything sound good? I’ll be honest I’ll probably fall asleep.” Bucky shrugged, “lord of the rings?”

He was surprised for some reason, “I’m sorry what?”

“Sam says you read the books when they first came out. Would that be something you want to watch?”

“Hold on—Sam? Sam knows where you are?”

“No. But he’s kept in touch. Used redwing to track my phone somehow. I guess he probably could have found where I am but he didn’t try to as far as I know. Don’t be mad at him I asked him not to say anything.”

Bucky was furious. Not at Sam but himself, he should have seen how some people kept tabs on her and how if anyone it should have been him. Y/n had felt him tense up and cursed herself for possibly getting between them.

“You look like there’s something you wanna ask…” Bucky wasn’t sure if he wanted to speak, but his curiosity got the better of him

“How did he find out?”

“Well I asked Wanda to tell me anytime you guys found something to do with Hydra. For my own personal vendettas I guess. I think the second time you guys came after me I was still around the general area of the compound just hiding out until you left. But his stupid camera bird found me. I had my phone on me and that’s how he hacked somehow. I don’t know how it works but he sent me a message from his own phone and told me he found me.” She smiled at the memory, “I told him it dry redwing if he said anything and he just asked me if I was okay.”

“You should have fried it anyway.” He felt a bit of pride when y/n laughed

“Maybe… I guess if he has my phone he knows where I am but he said as long as I’m good he wouldn’t bother me. So he only texts me after the hydra hits. Asks if I’m okay, I ask if everyone else is okay, all that fun stuff. One time he said you started bringing a book for the hydra missions and I said I didn’t peg you as a reading guy and that’s when he told me about the whole lord of the rings stuff.” Y/n pulled her phone out and handed it to bucky. He only glanced at before handing it back, even this past night she had told him she was fine.

“Not to call you out, but you were definitely not fine.”

“I was not. But I would have asked Wanda for help if it got bad.”

“Would you?”

“Mm. Maybe.” She shrugged, and turned on the tv, before the movie started playing there was a knock at the door “Could you get that please?”

Bucky nodded and went to grab the food. Y/n told him to grab anything he wanted and it wasn’t long before both began dozing off. Bucky startled himself awake when his leaned against y/ns. He had been unaware that she had chose the side with his vibranium arm to rest her head on. He thought about moving her before giving in to his fatigue and resting his head on hers. Had his phone not gone off he could have slept the rest of the day away. It had been so long since he could remember a time he hadn’t been plagued with nightmares, he worried about how attached he was getting. Of course it had to be the one person he was almost positive wanted nothing to do with anyone.

Y/n on the other hand would have tried to attack any other person who walked through her front door. She wasn’t entirely sure why she felt so safe with Bucky when quite literally everyone in the tower would have argued he was one of the more dangerous people. Then again, people said the same about her.

Bucky tried to be quiet as he answered his phone, still groggy from waking up “what?” He answered curtly

“Buck where the hell are you?” Steve answered

“I just stopped to check in on y/n.”

“For six hours?”

Has it really been that long? “I fell asleep on the couch.” He made sure to exclude that they had both in fact fallen asleep together. “I’ll head back soon. Bye”

“Wa—“ click. Steve was going to kill him. He worried about what would happen if y/n freaked out again. Meanwhile Vision couldn’t track them suddenly. Bucky was glad no one had burst in just to check on them but he figured Wanda and Vision would have figured that out. He decided to gently lay her back to check on her stitches.

Bucky stilled. The area had grown from a slight pink to almost red. He used his hand to feel her cheek. Warm.

“Fuck.” He said through gritted teeth. He needed to get her back to the tower. He tried to remain calm as tried wake her up, “Y/n, we need to go. Your cut. I think it might be infected.”

“Mm?” The words rang a bit late, “wait what? No. It’s fine.”

“Y/n i think you’re getting a fever and you’re going to need medicine.”

“I don’t have a fever, if anything I’m getting cold. So just give me a blanket.”

“Y/n.”

“No. If you’re going to keep nagging or waking me up then maybe you should leave.” She tried to cocoon herself but there were few people more stubborn than bucky when it came down to it.

“We gotta go. Now.”

“Bucky. please.” Her words had barely been choked out, and as hard as she tried to hide it, it was clear tears were threatening to fall. She had told Bucky she didn’t like doctors but this, this was fear. They both knew she’d die trying to avoid an iv before she would admit she needed help.

“Okay.”

“Promise.”

“Yeah yeah okay.” He wrapped her up and let her fall back asleep. He waited as long as he could until he could grab his phone. His finger hovered over the call button, she was going to hate him. This would be unforgivable. He realized he didn’t care, he would rather her live and hate him than possibly lose her because she refused reason. He waited until he heard the answer on the other line…

‘Hello?’

“Hey… I need your help.”

The next ten minutes were agony. Every possible thing that could go wrong ran through Buckys head. She wasn’t sleeping as deeply as before. Her body was felt cold to her and she tried to focus on not shivering so Bucky wouldn’t worry again. She had thought she was covering everything up well enough, after all everything had to be fine since Bucky hadn’t said anything since their last conversation.

Wanda showed up quietly but she had only taken a few steps in before y/n suddenly woke up. It was a few more seconds before she realized something was happening. Her eyes flickered as she tried to get up. Bucky restrained her, and all the energy she had left went into trying to fight him off.

She managed to get him off but was struggling to breathe, “you…promised.”

“Y/n, we need to go with her.”

“NO.” Her body began glowing. Bucky worried she would hurt herself with this next attempt to get them away. She seemed to draining herself just trying to stand up. They weren’t even sure where she was drawing her powers from but Wanda saw Buckys face fall as y/n tried to gather entirely too much energy. She was done waiting for negotiations to fall through. She used her own abilities to force y/n down. She screamed as she tried to fight what was about to happen. Wanda focused on y/n before handing something to Bucky.

“Don’t.”

“I’m not going to let them hurt you. I promise.”

“Stop. Please don’t.” Y/n would continue to beg as Bucky inserted a syringe in her arm. He tried to avoid her unyielding look of betrayal and disgust. And possibly worse of all fear.

Y/n didn’t let up she tried fighting whatever was going into her body. She had to hope this was a promise he would actually keep before her world went black.

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Every Summertime - Park Jisung

Synopsis: You and Jisung's relationship blossoming over time -- from dating to marriage. Based on: “Every Summertime” by NIKI Pairing: Park Jisung (NCT) and fem!reader Genre: straight up fluff!!!!, uni!au, dating to marriage, relationship progression Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: use of she/her pronouns, cursing, mentions of weird coworkers, reader is shorter than jisung, reader eats a strawberry Content: pet names (hun, honey, babe), second person pov, idols as friends, just two cuties <3, jisung is a dance major, if marrying jisung weirds you out pls leave… a/n: this is my first y/n fic EVERRR <333333 a lot of the locations are vague, so it’s up to reader interpretation! pls reblog, comment and send feedback! support is very much appreciated!!!!! jisung has been on my mind lately (probs bc i’m learning his part for candy) like he’s so boyfriend shaped how can u not love him!!!!!!!!!!

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Park, 5:32 AM

18, We were undergrads,

Stayed out late, never made it to class

Jisung looks out at the sunrise and over to you. There’s no one else he would rather be with at this moment. Being with you makes him forget every worry on his mind. He admires the twinkle in your eyes, as the glow of the sunrise bathes you. As they sit out by the lake, he fumbles with the promise ring in his pocket.

“Ji, you good?” you ask, trying to peek over at what he was hiding with curiosity in your voice.

“Huh? Oh, it’s nothing.” Jisung quickly takes his hand out of his jacket pocket. You’ve been out for a while now, but he doesn’t care if he comes back home and skips practice. He can make it up later.

But with you, he doesn’t waste a single minute.

“You don’t have class later?” Jisung asks – he doesn’t plan on going to class later that day, but worries that you won’t make it.

“I do,” you sigh, “but I don’t think I’ll go. I just wanna be with you.” you reply softly, leaning your head onto his shoulders, as you both take in the sunrise. You loved everything about Jisung -- the way he danced, the way he would buy her something because it reminded him of you, the way he stops and waits as you tie your shoelaces, every little thing he does.

Jisung turns his head and kisses your forehead, then resumes to look onto the sunrise.

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Dance Studio, 7:43 PM

And I swear the magnolias flashed a smile (flashed a smile)

And that's when I caught me hoping you'd stay a while (stay a while)

Jisung moves around the studio freely, with sharp yet somehow smooth movement. As he cleanly dances throughout the studio, you admire his talent from the walls in the studio. Seeing his facial expressions while he passionately dances his heart out, you can’t help but feel your heart glow.

Here she is, admiring the love of her life as he does the thing that he loves. From every recital to late night rehearsal, she loves him all the same. You remember when you two started dating – when he asked if you wanted to watch one of his recitals. He was endearingly nervous, hands clammy and heart beating at a thousand miles per hour. When you had said ‘yes,’ it was like the largest weight was lifted from his body. Since then, you’ve seen him grow into one of the most talented dancers you’ve seen.

“This dance is coming along really nicely, hun.” you state, standing up and walking toward him. You wrap your arms around his torso, then nuzzle your face into his chest. Jisung smiles down at you, hugging you back.

“Thanks. I think I still need to practice a couple more times, but I like where I’m at.” he replies breathlessly, taking a moment to grab his water bottle and take a swig. After putting it on the ground, he continues to hug you.

“Well as long as you’re happy, I’m happy.” you smile, looking up at him with pride. Jisung hasn’t stopped smiling, bringing your lips together while smiling into the kiss.

At that moment, you knew you wanted to marry this man.

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Mark’s Apartment, 9:30 PM

Baby, I'd give up anything to travel inside your mind

Baby, I fall in love again come every summertime

“Dude, when are you gonna propose? You two have definitely talked about it, and it doesn’t help that you’re always with her--” Jisung tunes Chenle out as he rambles on about your relationship. Instead, he looks over at you while you talk to Ningning. He doesn’t know what you guys are talking about, but as he looks at her he admires the passion in your eyes about whatever you’re saying.

Jisung has seen your passionate eyes up close -- and God does he love them. In late night rants, discussions on class readings, and how dogs should wear pants.

Meanwhile, you’re having a similar discussion with Ningning right across the room.

“Wait -- so Jisung hasn’t asked you?!” Ningning says with shock. Ningning has known you two for a while and shares the same sentiment as Chenle – but probably wouldn’t nag you the same way Chenle does.

“No Ningning, he hasn’t,” you deadpan, “But I don’t wanna force him into anything he doesn’t wanna do, y’know? He just seems so happy with where we are, and I don’t wanna make things weird--”

“Make things weird? Tell that to the guy who’s staring at you as if he’s about to pop the question right now.” Ningning remarks, noticing Jisung stare at the two of you. She’s right -- Jisung hasn’t stopped at all – all while Chenle nags at him.

“You should probably talk to him,” Ningning whispers into your ear, a grin on her face.

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Park, 5:15 PM

25, man we're missing church

Laugh 'bout everyone we're hating at work

You and Jisung are in front of the lake yet again — but the only thing that has changed was time. Older, out of college, engagement rings on your fingers. Jisung sits while you lie your head on his lap.

“Babe, I’m telling you this man is so weird. He treats the female coworkers as if they’re goddesses – mind you there’s a difference when a woman does it – and acts all lowly and shit!” you joke, taking a strawberry from the basket into your mouth. “It doesn’t help that when they say no to him, he acts like gave his soul to these women and acts pissed.” Jisung smiles down at you, taking a hand and brushing off loose hairs from your face.

“Isn’t HR doing anything about it? This sounds like a problem that a lot of people have…” Jisung ponders, his hand traveling between your brows and smoothing out the wrinkles.

“I don’t know, it’s not like he’s hurting anyone I guess,” you reply, “He’s just weird, y’know?”

“Alright but if he ever bothers you, you know who to go to!” he emphasizes, chest puffed up as if to come off as intimidating. You giggle at his gesture, sitting up and then holding his face in your hands.

“You’re so cute, did you know that?” you smile. He’s left flustered, as he takes his larger hands and puts them on top of yours. Jisung leans in closer to you, lips softly touching as he gets a taste of the strawberry that was on your lips earlier.

“Yeah, but you’re cuter.”

“Fine, but you’re the cutest.”

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Outside of Your Apartment, 10:30 PM

We're strolling down the boulevard

And dancing under streetlights

Every year we get older, and I'm still on your side

“Jisung, we’re gonna fall!” you laugh as you both stumble around the street, one Airpod in each other’s ears. A typical ballroom song plays in each of your earbuds while you adjust yourselves, figuring out how to dance to the music.

“Honey, just follow my lead,” Jisung giggles, “Mind you, you’re the one who wanted to learn!” Taking your hands in his, you sway around the street as the post lights shine.

“Mind you, you’re the one with the dance degree!” you retaliate, looking down at your feet to avoid stepping on Jisung.

“Mind you, you’re the one who’s married to me!”

“You got me there.” you whisper, moving your arms to wrap around Jisung’s neck. Jisung’s hands then land on your hips, and softly pressing your lips together.

As you admire the summertime moonlight, you both sway to the song that plays in your ears.

Every day is summertime

Every day is summertime with you

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