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kurikive · 1 year

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please! — 62. love and... war?!

it was the first monday since hanni and y/n had become officially unofficial almost/already girlfriends. it's... a weird situation. hanni did ask y/n to ask the question again in person, and the latter was (trying to) mentally prepare herself for the moment.

"should i kneel? like a proposal?" she asks a very confused jungwon that was sitting on a table while she walked back in forth in an agitated state.

"uh, absolutely not? you just became girlfriends, you're not getting married." he responds in a sarcastic tone.

"well, then what do i do?! do i ask her when i see her? do i tell her to come outside? to the rooftop?" clearly stressed out she throws her hands in the air as jungwon rolls his eyes.

he gets up from the table to lay his hands on y/n's shoulders. "you send her a text to meet you outside, you ask her the question, she says yes, you kiss. that's all you gotta do." she blushes at the thought and giggles as she imagines the scene, but quickly regains composure and stops, "ahem, i can't kiss her yet, it's too early." she says.

the boy looks at her in disbelief, "it's not too early, y/n! you're eighteen and you haven't kissed anyone. you have a girlfriend you can kiss now and you just- ugh!" he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"i don't know, jungwon! i just- i... i want her to ask me." y/n pouts, "i can't ask all the questions myself, you know?"

"whatever. but if she doesn't ask, you have to. i will be watching."

"please don't."

"i will."

a few hours later y/n found herself in the middle of class debating if she should send the text. i mean, she had to at one point, but she constantly argued if she should send it then and there or wait a little longer, mindlessly staring at her phone in the process.

"ms. hwang, please pay attention to the class." the teacher called out, startling her. "h- huh? oh yeah, sorry..." she apologized as she put down her phone with the screen facing the table, but forgetting to turn it off. exactly where the spot the send arrow was pressed down on a little crumb of used eraser, sending the text accidentally.

unaware of the matter, y/n just continued the class peacefully (with the debate still on the back of her mind). as soon as it ended, she took her phone in her hands to continue deciding what choice to make, only to find out it was already settled with the message sent and seen.

"ah shit."

it was about half an hour before the time that y/n had asked her to meet outside and hanni was surprisingly nervous.

although she might have eavesdropped on her about-to-be girlfriend's conversation with her best friend a few hours ago. it wasn't on purpose! she went out to buy a snack and y/n and jungwon were just there.

she overheard something about a kiss, and how y/n hadn't had her first one. at the moment, hanni wanted to laugh, it was on brand with y/n's loser reputation, but held her laugh as she realized she hadn't had hers either.

although she had a few boyfriends in the past (and by a few i mean only two) she got bored of them and had broken up before they got to do anything besides a peck on the cheek, she was also pretty young back then, so she didn't want to go too fast with them. the thought of y/n and being each other's first kiss excited her.

"what do you even say after you kiss someone?" she asked out loud after zoning out for a few minutes. her friends looked at her in confusion at the sudden bringing of the topic.

"like and subscribe for more!" said shota making the entire group laugh.

"i'm not gonna say that!" embarrassed, hanni exclaimed. danielle stopped laughing and looked her way in surprise. "who are you gonna kiss?"

"well, y/n! duh!" a smirking hyein answered before her. "i was just asking! i'm not gonna kiss her..." flustered, hanni argues.

"yeah, okay! well, someone has to, and if it's not you then y/n will. and i will make sure it happens!" hyein being the self proclaimed "mastermind of relationships" was already planning to be hiding somewhere to spy on the couple. it wasn't only her, but jungwon also agreed to join her... and danielle... and haerin... and minji... and for some reason sunoo too?

"hyein, please don't go spying on us while we're talking." hanni warned.

"i won't!" she will.

"do you promise?"

"i promise." danielle sees her cross her fingers behind her back and laughs.

it was time. y/n was already on the spot they agreed on, barely being able to stand on the freshly cut grass. she felt like she was going to shit herself.

behind her, hidden behind the green bushes, was her best friend, and her soon-to-be girlfriend's best friends. seven people hidden behind a large bush and about four of them could barely see anything.

y/n was once again lost in her thoughts out of nervousness. just get it over with, hwang. so out of it she didn't even notice the reason for her nerves approaching her, nor the septet of teens that were rustling by a bush.

in the middle of zoning out, she was interrupted by a finger snapping right in front of her face, "y/n?" immediately turning her head towards the shorter, she holds her breath only to let it all out at the first word she speaks.

"h-hanni! hey! hi! what are you doing here?" a forced awkward smile creeping up on the taller's features.

"you... asked me to meet you here?"

"right, fuck."

"did you want to ask me something?" hanni already knows what she's going to ask, she just doesn't want to waste any chance she gets to tease y/n.

"yeah! actually. so, um... the other day... when we, um, we were texting and i said this one thing... and you asked me another thing... and i asked you this other thing... you told me to, um..." y/n avoided any chance of eye contact with the shorter to help out her stuttering, but turning completely useless when she stole a quick glance at her to be met with a very intense stare from the other. "ask you... again... in person..."

"and what are you going to ask?" hanni fakes confusion to continue the clueless act.

oh my GOD, SHE'S SO MEAN TO ME, y/n thinks as she looks away in annoyance.

"i, well, i wanted to, um, ask... if i could you know... like, um, be... shit, um..." she looks back at hanni once again to watch her hold back a smile, clearly enjoying every stutter that came out of y/n's mouth. "oh my god, you fucking asshole." she muttered under her breath.

"what was that?" y/n musters up every bit of courage she had left.

"be your girlfriend!" she exclaimed with her eyes closed, fearing and not knowing of what. "i wanted to ask if i could be your girlfriend." she heard leaves and branches rustling heavily behind her, but not an answer came from hanni for a few seconds.

in confusion, she opened her eyes. hanni pretended to think with her arms crossed and a finger tapping her lips. y/n looked at them. shit! she looks away, blush running up to her cheeks.

"umm..." the shorter looked back at her, accidentally glancing at her lips. "okay! i'll accept." this time they both heard the bushes rustling loudly, but y/n couldn't care less.

"what?! really?!" her eyes widen as she asks again to make sure. hanni nods, "but i have a favor."

"anything you want." y/n rushed her words making hanni giggle.

"you have to kiss me."

as soon as she heard her words, she leant in a kissed the shorter's left cheek. when y/n pulled back, hanni stared at her in dissatisfaction. the taller tilted her head in confusion, not like the fake one hanni gave her a few minutes ago.

did i do it wrong? she thought, oh shit.

"stupid..." were the last words hanni whispered before taking the taller's face in her hands and pressing her lips against hers.

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck was all that was heard in y/n's head.

it was really happening, she was kissing her crush, now girlfriend. y/n thought when she kissed someone she'd feel the infamous butterflies and fireworks, but after a few seconds of confusion all she could feel was peace.

like a well deserved break on the beach after months of hard work. like sitting by the window on a rainy day with her head resting on her arms. like sitting on top of a tree watching the sunlight hit the leaves with the sounds of the wind and the outside world in the background. like a slow dance with a loved one, like the one their lips were having at the moment.

y/n never moved her arms or hands, she just complied with hanni's movements and let her take control until she was satisfied and pulled away. and she did, as soon as hanni pulled away they looked at each other in awe. eyes glistening and both their cheeks and lips turned a slight shade of pink and red.

this time the rustling bushes were muted and drowned out by their own thoughts. but the sound of the world was coming back, and someone had to say something.

so hanni, still in her daze mutters, "like and subscribe-" wait, what? "-...for more?"

y/n lets out a loud laugh, "okay!"

"no! shit, sorry." hanni covers her face with her hands. "hell, why did i say that..."

after calming her laughter y/n reassured her it was okay, "it was cute, don't worry." silence fell once again. so that was it?

"so we're girlfriends now?" hanni asked.

"i think so." y/n answered.

but a voice was heard in the distance, "minji? what are you hiding for?" the high pitched voice of y/n's best friend, jihyo was undeniably heard by everyone.

the couple turned their heads to the noise, "babe! you're ratting us out!" minji complained while others groaned, hiding was useless now.

"what the fuck..." y/n whispered when she saw jungwon stand up from behind the bush. "jungwon, you asshole!" she screamed. "i told you not to watch!"

"and i told you i would!"

"what the hell is going on?" hanni asked out loud this time, until she connected the dots and the situation clicked.

"HYEIN YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T FUCKING SPY!" she yelled at the top of her lungs as she approached the group.

"woops!" hyein ran away before she could get caught.

hanni reached the seven (now six) kids and stopped at the sight of someone, "and what the fuck are you doing here?" she asked sunoo.

the boy shrugged, "just wanted to see, i guess."

"so you're finally dating now?" danielle questioned, the blush that was gone suddenly returning to hanni's cheeks. y/n was also approaching the group, with the intention to beat up jungwon.

hanni smiled, "maybe."

"yes or no, dumbass."

"if you say no they won't be a party." sunoo warns.

"there's a party?" haerin, who was beside him asked.

"no, i just made that up, but if we tell dana she might find a way to make it happen."

"so yes or no." an impatient danielle asked again.

"YES! GOD! WE ARE!" annoyed, the shorter replied.

"fucking finally!" danielle, jungwon and jihyo all said in unison, the last one getting a few confused stares because of the unusual swear word.

"so let's go get dana." sassily, sunoo left to go find the girl, followed by haerin, minji, jihyo and jungwon, leaving the other girls to follow them afterwards. at one point they reached hyein, who was hiding behind a pillar a few steps away. "traitor." hanni said as she pulled on the younger's ear while they walked.

"ow! ow! ow! sorry- ow!"

"and then she said, like and subscribe for mo- ouch!" y/n yelped in pain at her girlfriend's hit. she'd been telling everyone the story of how everything went by like she was a narrator as they all walked through the sunset.

sunoo had talked to dana about everything, and she gladly agreed to host a celebration at her uncle's restaurant. she didn't even ask for permission.

so they we're all headed there, walking peacefully with laughter and overall good vibes in the whole group. it was a major celebration! the two most dense members of the friend group had finally got together.

"no way you actually said that!" minji smiled in disbelief at what she was hearing of her best friend. "it's shota's fault!" hanni defended.

they all laughed as they walked, everyone focused on their own conversation. but the laughter was soon replaced with a cold atmosphere at the sudden sound of a deep, almost angry voice.

"yang jungwon!"

everyone turned around. an unfamiliar face to some, an unwanted face to others, but an unexpected face nonetheless. "haruto?" jungwon frowned, the taller boy was getting closer step by step.

jungwon wasn't gonna lie, he was confused and scared. but he didn't want more problems, at least not with his friends around, so he warned jihyo to step back and tell the others to do so too.

"how did you find me-"

"i'm sorry." haruto started, a (fake) regretful expression showing on his face. "for everything. i... thought it was shitty of me to apologize through text instead of in person and maybe that's why you didn't take me back but i wanted to say it to you, not to a screen, and i'm sorry about that too."

"so that's why you followed me and my friends?" jungwon frowned even harder, eyes squinting in disbelief.

"i-" haruto sighed, "i know you said you didn't want me to speak to you again and i was very stressed the day i dm'ed you but i really didn't mean what i said." he said like he was almost begging.

"please, jungwon. i really, really like you and i'm really fucking sorry."

"he told you he didn't want to speak to you again and you still followed him? do you realize how creepy that is?" y/n interrupted in a condescending tone, haruto glared at her but ignored her regardless.

he walked closer to the smaller boy but jungwon stepped back in fear. "i'm sorry, jungwon. i just wanna be on good term-"

almost tripping as he walked backwards, jungwon cut him off, "how did you know where i was?" he raised his eyebrow, clearly scared now, his voice got quieter. y/n heard it in his tone, and was fuming with rage, ready to beat him up any second.

"i found out where you went to school and-"

"oh, fuck no." y/n exclaimed as she stomped towards the taller and punched him right in the cheekbone, making him stumble a little. the adrenaline in her system drowned out the gasps of her friends and the pain in her knuckles.

"what the fuck?!" haruto yelled, jungwon flinched but y/n kept her stance.

"yeah, what the fuck, asshole? you fucking creep? you stalk jungwon and try to gaslight him to forgive you and you think you're gonna get away with it?" she throws another punch at the same cheek, now both his face and her fist were bleeding.

haruto walked closer to the girl and pushed her, "haruto stop!" jungwon yelled, but the taller wasn't bothered. "who the hell even are you? if you're not part of this then get lost and let us handle whatever problem we have." he pushed once again, "jungwon doesn't need you to come to his defense, he has a black belt, dumbass. shouldn't you know that? he probably didn't tell you that, but he told me, and that's because i'm important in his life."

and so she kicked him in the ribs. haruto falls down in pain. she looked down at him.

"i trained with him since elementary, bitch." y/n spit, "and beat him too."

haruto tried to stand up but before he could do so y/n kicks his face once more.

"y/n, stop." jungwon warned, "he's getting what he deserves, jungwon. don't tell me you're gonna let him-"

"Y/N!" hanni screams noticing haruto standing up behind her and lifting his arm. and with a single punch...

K.O! Y/N OUT!

woopsie-daisy!

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much-obliged-timothy · 2 years

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I dunno if you're still doing more writing stuff. But as I'm here playing dmc4, a thought came to me of what if Vergil came back after the Yamato is restored. And my brain rn is running but can't write to think of it ;w;

I'm not sure if this is what you were looking for! I kind of pulled DMC5 Vergil's state for this (and also completely forgot if Nero knew Dante's name at this point because I haven't replayed it in like 32 billion years). Sorry if this isn't what you were looking for - you can always shoot me another message with more specifics if you had something else in mind!

“Nero!”

“Kyrie! Kyrie!”

They were coming at him now to kill him, but all Nero could focus on was that memory of Kyrie’s voice as he failed her.

No, if he died here, there was no one to save her. Not when Credo might’ve betrayed them. Nero had to survive. He had to defeat Agnus and find Kyrie.

But he was so weak. The taste of blood was thick in his mouth, his body hanging limply. He could hear them moving closer and closer, ready to end him.

Power.

The voice in his head was no longer a whisper.

I need more power.

He would not fail Kyrie.

Give me more power.

His body responded.

His eyes snapped open, every inch of his body burning with rage and power, his arm thrumming with it. He could sense it in the room now, coming from the Yamato where it hung, suspended and broken.

He could sense the power contained within it now, like it called to his very being. He stretched his hand toward it, ordering it to him, demanding the power it contained. He needed it if he wanted to be able to save her.

And it answered.

It was his hand before they could reach him. He did not hesitate to attack, sending them away from himself in an explosion of power he had never known before. It washed over him, threatening to consume him as Agnus looked back in fear just before the burst of power sent him flying.

Nero was so strong. He could crush that stuttering bug effortlessly.

He stalked towards Agnus, staggering a little under the weight of power. It felt like his body couldn’t contain it. It was overwhelming and wonderful. He could do anything; defeat anyone.

“How…?” Agnus says as he gazed up at Nero. “Not even I could succeed in restoring it!”

Nero continued to move towards him. “From that day forth…my arm changed…”

His voice was his own, and yet not his own. Something lurked beneath it. His arm glowed brightly in his peripheral. It would take so little effort to destroy the coward crouched below him.

“And a voice echoed,” Nero continued, compelled. “‘Power. Give me more power!’”

“What?” Agnus managed.

Agnus looked terrified, even in his demonic form. No, this pathetic insect didn’t know what demonic power truly was. He was a fake. Nero had the real thing coursing through his veins.

“And if I become a demon, so be it. I will endure the exile…Anything to protect her.”

The power was swelling, threatening to consume him. His own words rang in his ears as he lifted his arm to strike.

No. No, what was he doing? She wouldn’t want him to be this.

He swung, the attack narrowly missing Agnus and taking out the ceiling behind him. Agnus was yelling something at him, but Nero couldn’t focus on it as he desperately fought back the force choking him. Agnus was fleeing. Nero let him go; he would kill him if he pursued.

Nero cried out as the Yamato disappeared, sending a jolt up his demonic arm. It was glowing so brightly it nearly hurt to look at it.

A wave of dread rolled over Nero as another surge of power came from the room. He fell to his knees, cradling his arm as he tried to get control of himself.

“Impossible.”

The voice was weak, rough. Nero jerked his head around to stare at the…man. Yes, it was a man, cloaked and looking closer to a corpse than anything.

The man took a few weak steps towards Nero, somehow still exuding hostility despite his poor state. Nero got to his feet, holding out his glowing arm.

“Stay back!” he snapped.

“That power isn’t yours,” the man said. Speaking seemed to take him a great deal of effort.

Was he another one of Agnus’s experiments? Where the hell had he come from?

“Did the Order do this to you?” Nero demanded. “I can help you. But right now, you need to stay back.”

That only seemed to make the man hesitate for just a moment before he started forward again. The hood of his cloak was up, so Nero couldn’t make out his face, but he was certain the man was staring at his arm.

FIne, he wanted a demonstration?

Nero pulled his arm back to attack, and only stopped himself just before doing so. He’d seemingly absorbed the Yamato; he had no control over his own power right now. If he overdid it, he could kill this man, and he had no idea if he was a foe or just a victim.

He settled instead for grabbing his gun and firing a warning shot just before the man’s feet. “Stop moving.”

“It isn’t yours!” the man said, before hunching over and letting out an alarming hack of a cough. He struggled to catch his breath for a long moment before attempting to straighten back up and move forward again.

Nero ran forward and grabbed the man, throwing him into the wall. The man grunted in pain as he hit, nearly losing his footing. Nero’s tight grip on his arm is all that kept him upright.

Nero shoved the man’s hood back, expecting to see one of the followers of the Order. Instead, the man who gazed back at him with hatred in his eyes was shockingly familiar.

His skin was cracked, like he was falling apart from the outside. He was alarmingly pale, skin tinted nearly gray. His hair hung messily over his forehead, a dull white. His eyes were bloodshot, but a noticeable blue.

He looked like Dante.

“Wha-” Nero started.

With a burst of power he didn’t think someone looking so on the verge of death was capable of, the man launched himself at Nero and tried to grab the Red Queen. Nero just barely managed to fend him off and put space between them.

“Who are you?” Nero asked. This man looked so much like the bastard Nero had fought earlier, if that bastard had been dragged through hell and back a few dozen times.

“It’s not yours,” he repeated, reaching out towards Nero’s arm. “It called me back here. That power isn’t yours.”

Nero didn’t have time for this. Every moment he wasted on this man was another moment Kyrie was in danger.

“Sorry pal, finders keepers,” Nero said, drawing the Red Queen. “I don’t have time to waste on you.”

“I’m taking it,” he said, and despite his weak, strained voice, something about the way he said it sent a chill down Nero’s spine.

“Take this,” Nero said, lifting his glowing middle finger before dashing past the man.

He could send someone to get the guy later. In his state, Nero doubted he’d make it out of this room, or not very far if he somehow did. If he was victim of Agnus, they could get him help. If he was a foe, they could either wait the five minutes for him to finally die or just kill him off.

The man was yelling something after him but Nero tuned him out. He had no idea what was going on, but he wanted to put as much distance between himself and that crazed, half-dead man as he possibly could.

Because the man was right, and Nero could feel it. Whoever the man was, the Yamato was calling to him.

He pushed it to the back of his mind and continued on in pursuit of Kyrie, leaving the mysterious man behind.

#devil may cry #nero sparda #vergil sparda #dmc nero #dmc vergil #dmc #my writing

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zenniknina · 4 years

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“My name is Mulan! I did it to save my father.”

MULAN (1998) for @reggieblck

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natswritingz · 3 years

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Sexting next door / Sam x Reader

Note : This is my first fic in I don’t know how long, I tried my hardest so I really hope at least someone can enjoy this lol, also might be typos!

Words : 2.4k

Warnings : Sexting, exchanging pictures, dirty dirty talking, talk of oral/penetration/dry humping, swearing, lots of stuff.

The last week had been occupied with a hunt which ended with the three of you searching the woods for an old cemetery, laying all the buried souls to rest. Working with the Winchesters made the gigs easier. You found some joy in their presence, especially around Sammy.

You guys obviously had crushed on eachother, Sammy made the most moves while you took them as innocent jokes. You just didn't want to complicate anything for anyone.

You all had just got back to the motel, while the brothers shared a room like always, you got your own right next door. Your phone sat next to you as you pried off your dirt caked boots, hidden graveyards were something else. The device chimed with Sams assigned ringtone, you grabbed it in eagerness.

"You get settled in?"

You smiled at the text, he knew how to make you feel special even if it's a simple check in. You struggled with a response that sounded natural, typing then deleting, you finally wrote one and went with it.

"Yeah, just got the boots off lol"

"Are you getting anything good on the tv?"

"Nope, nothing"

That was a lie, you haven't even looked at the tv yet, but he didn't know that. You began unbuttoning your grimy top, feeling the cool air nip at your skin while the material still hung on your shoulders. You bit your lip as you typed another text to follow your previous one.

"Finally getting out of these clothes too"

You locked your phone quickly with embarrassment, you couldn't believe what you just sent. He was your friend, but the entire day he had been constantly flirting which made the temptation even harder to resist. The phone chimed after what felt like ages.

"Me too, I was able to get the shower first"

You read the text through squinted eyes, terrified to read his response with fully opened eyes. Your mind trailed to the image of him without anything on, the warm water running down his toned body, it made your heart race.

"Just about to get in"

You nervously pulled at your lip while intently watching the screen.

"Maybe I should hop in too, hot water sounds amazing right now"

"Do it, I'll keep you company ;)"

The wink confirmed it. He was leaving an opening for you to accept or decline before pursuing anything more.

"I'm taking off my clothes right now, what are you doing?"

"Turning the shower on, already undressed"

"I wish I could see that"

He opened it and hasn't responded in a while, you completely fucked it up. You cursed at yourself before seeing the tiny text bubble come up and disappear a few times until one finally came in.

"I wish I could see you take off those jeans, I could not stop staring at your ass today. All I wanted to do was pounce on you, you've been all I could think of."

You gulped at his message, this was would be your first time sexting, you were already loving it. You felt yourself getting excited at his message, reading it over and over. You pulled your shirt off the rest of the way.

"You were looking? That's very unprofessional of you, Sammy. If only I knew, I would've been 'accidentally' grinding against you all day."

Both of your tones suddenly changed, it wasn't the laid back no-period texts you normally exchanged, it was dirty and intriguing. You couldn't wait for him to respond.

"If you had done that, I don't think I would've been able to control myself."

"What would you have done? I would've loved to feel you press against my ass, I'm clenching my thighs just thinking about it."

"I would've pulled you into the nearest room and commanded you to grind against me until you came in your pretty panties."

You groaned at the thought, Sammy made dry humping sound hot, he could probably make any sexual act sound compelling.

"How do you know what panties I wear?"

You found yourself completely wrapped in texting back and forth you forgot about your plans to shower. Deciding to get comfortable, you leaned back onto the comforter. You were invested in where this was going, a shower could wait, unlike this.

"I've done your laundry and seen you in your undergarments before. I think I pretty much know everything about you, Y/N."

"I'm imaging my lace covered pussy grinding against your bulge covered by your boxers. It would feel so good to have you rub against me. I'd be soaking through my panties you could definitely see it dampening both our cloths."

You wanted to get dirtier so you tested the water, you wrote the first thing you thought of. It may have been a little too forward but your lust clouded all rational thinking.

"Jesus. My imagination might not be doing this scenario justice, I think we'd have to try it out next time we see eachother."

The elation in you grew with each suggestion.

"And when will that be?"

"If you keep it up, soon. Have you stripped yet?"

Sam was a great dom, he wanted everything to be in his control and you couldn't help but like it. You could trust him with control.

"I've been so busy with our little daydreams, I forgot I was even going to shower. Laying in bed still partially clothed."

"Take your pants off now, then give your ass a nice spank for me. Make it sting."

You followed his orders, placing the phone to your side as you lifted your hips to remove the jeans. You held the phone again as you flipped, now laying on your stomach, you used your free hand to rub on your cheek before giving it a sharp smack.

"Both are done, I'm thinking this might leave a mark?"

You raised your phone in a rush of confidence, snapping a photo of your ass and the handprint that reddened with time, attaching it to your message, and sending it without any hesitation. The mark was not as big as Sam could do and you dearly wished it was his hand instead.

"Fucking hell Y/N, I was not expecting that. You're making me want to come over right now to fuck you senseless."

"What do I do next? Still have my panties and bra on."

"Take your bra off baby girl, play with your nipples till they're both hard. Pinch them, flick them, be rough with it."

It was easy for you to follow his words, you found yourself loving his demands and dominance, you could keep following them for hours. You held yourself up with an elbow, you pinched the tip hard between your fingertips, rolling them slightly for more stimulation. You moaned with each uncoordinated flick.

"They're feeling so sensitive now."

You attached another picture, your tits in frame with your now erect and red nipples. After his reaction with the last one, you wanted to get more from him.

"So so perfect. Picture I'm there, sucking and biting on them. My warm breath fanning your soft skin. I want to make you feel good."

"You're making me feel good right now, I can't believe we're actually doing this."

"We can stop whenever you get uncomfortable, I want you to be good with all of this."

His message made you smile through the lust, he really did care about you. It wasn't the most ideal timing, but you could easily get worked back up again with his skills.

"Sorry, never wanna stop this <3"

You shook your head with a small laugh as you flirted.

"Good, me neither. You still have your panties on like a good girl?"

"Haven't taken them off yet, you haven't told me to."

"Sounds like someone's enjoying being bossed around, huh? What if I told you to suck me off, would you do it?"

"I'd let you throat fuck me. I want to gasp for my breath when you finally pull from my mouth."

"Your lips look perfect for my cock, I want to see them wrapped around me as I thrust into your mouth."

"I want you to be as rough as you can, Sammy."

You flipped over to your back once again, your hand dipping into your undies, rubbing soft circles over your clit as you awaited another message. You wanted to invite him over that instant but you had to resist the urge, sexting was fun and a good first step for the two of you.

"I've finally entered the shower, I'm stroking myself to the pictures you sent me. Kinda hard keeping the phone dry."

You laughed a little to yourself at the end of his message.

"Your turn?"

Not that your heart hadn't been pounding the entire time, your recent text made it even faster. You bit your lip in anticipation, you couldn't lie to yourself, you've always wondered what he was packing. And just like that, you revived a picture. Your jaw clenched at his size and width, you weren't entirely sure you'd be able to fit him if you ever got to doing this stuff in person. It was hot and impressive.

"How am I going to fit all of you? I don't think any amount of wetness would prepare me for you."

"We'll make it fit princess, I wanna see your warm pussy stretch around me. Fuuuck, I want you so bad Y/N."

"I want you bad too, maybe our next session can be face to face. I can't imagine how you'll make me feel when I have your hands on me instead of my own."

"You touching yourself right now? I don't remember telling you to stop playing with your tits."

"I couldn't take it anymore, I was aching for some relief."

That was true, your pussy throbbed for attention to the point it hurt to not touch yourself. No one else had this affect over you, making you soak through your lace like nothing.

"Fine, you can touch yourself as long as you don't cum until I allow you, and take it easy, I want you to enjoy this."

"Yes, Sammy."

You slowed down, rubbing slow circles on your aroused clit. Everything was heightened and sensitive, what was he doing to you?

"I'm touching myself, paced instead of rushed. I wish this was your hand. Not gonna lie, I constantly think of how good your large hands would feel on my body."

"Where?"

His response was immediate after he quickly read your message, considering what he told you just a little ago, you knew he was getting off to your little conversation.

"On my ass, in my pussy, around my throat. Even you holding my hands above my head or behind my back sounds like a pleasure. I want you to touch and explore every part of me."

The typing bubble appeared just as it did when he responded to every other text, this time you cut off his response with another one of your own, you wanted to get him really worked up.

"For future reference, I'd probably cum instantly with your tongue on my clit and your fingers in me as deep as they'd go."

You weren't a newbie when it came to sex, you knew what you wanted in the bedroom. Being a hunter and constantly hopping town to town, you had your occasional one night stand to release the stress that came with your job.

"Oh really? You want me buried in you while tasting you all at once? I can do that for you princess, I've been wanting to taste you. I'd eat you out till you came on my tongue then I'd make you kiss me, deep."

"You already know I'd return the favor."

You referred back to your message you sent not long ago about going down on him.

"We haven't even talked about getting to the main act and you've got me almost cumming. I had to slow my pace in order to not finish."

You smirked at his reply, biting your lip with a small groan as you still touched yourself. You were hoping you had the same effect on him that he had on you.

"Let's get onto the main act then. How'd you want to fuck me?"

"I can think of a few ways... But I most definitely want to see myself slide in and out of you. I want to enjoy every bit."

"Maybe my hands holding onto the back of my thighs while laying on my back? Everything would be on display."

"I could put your legs up on my shoulders and get really deep in you. Wouldn't that feel good?"

"I'd be seeing stars. And I would not be able to walk afterwards. Feeling you brush against my cervix repeatedly with your big cock, you're gonna fill me so good."

"Y/N you're gonna make me cum. Speed up."

With his permission, you started to rub faster. You moaned loudly, forgetting about anyone else in the seedy motel.

"Fuck, keep moaning."

You blushed in embarrassment, he could hear you from their rooms bathroom which definitely meant Dean could hear you, the strangers on the opposite side didn't concern you. You allowed yourself to moan with each lap, not holding back the cries. You went on for a minute before diverting your attention back to the phone.

"Imagine how much louder I'd be with you inside me."

"I've been thinking about all the noises you'd be making the entire time. You sound so hot. Are you close?"

"Yeah Sammy, I'm almost there."

Your breathing pattern became rapid and harsh, small wines escaping your lips as you played yourself to perfection.

"Beg for permission to cum."

You groaned at his response.

"Please let me cum, please Sam, I'm not sure I can hold it."

It was hard enough holding back your release but even harder to beg with one hand.

"You can cum baby, just cause you've been so good."

Your body released the tension, the relief rolling in as you came in your panties, finally. It hit you hard, your hips shaking as you moaned louder than earlier. You couldn't deny it, you never orgasmed like that when you were doing it solo.

"I couldn't help but finish to your moans"

His response was like his usual ones, not so formal and more playful. You could get used to seeing both sides regularly.

"We should do this more often, or try it in person, either one"

"I am 100% on board with that"

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#supernatural #sam winchester #sam winchester x you #sam winchester fic #supernatural imagine #supernatural smut #sam winchester smut #sam winchester x y/n #supernatural fanfiction #spn

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jlf23tumble · 2 years

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Hi Jen, I hope you don't mind me asking this. Really need some advice on how to cope in this fandom. Idk why people keep yucking other people's yum. The other day I just quoted "Louis is such a goofy dad" and I received my first K-Word myself in my anon inbox. They stated "Louis is a MILF and a slut!! go k-word urself" and I'm just in shock? Idk people keep wanting a certain narrative to be true. Can't we all have opinions? Have funsies? I just stated he's a goofy dad and I get this? Any advice?

OH MY GOD, oof, yeah, having had this "fun" experience before, I'm truly sorry you got this message, I mean, I'd feel like that about literally anything anyone's posting on social media in the year 2022, but especially anyone posting about One fucking DIRECTION seven years after they broke up. He absolutely IS a goofy dad, you're right, you should say it, I wonder which dumdum blouie's gonna come send me this kind of garbage, I'll leave you in the dogpile of my inbox with the other tragedies sharin' a sad wank in the clowncar that is this fandom, I'm sure your fave is real proud! Ahem. Anyway, the sad truth is that a bulk of people still living in the 2012 era have a hard time reconciling the differences between 1D fiction and 1D reality on just about every level (the hot takes I have on this one, so spice, and it's not just the BL "paradise" crowd), so there isn't a lot you can really *do* about it, but maybe these ideas will help?

1. Ignore. Just ghost and don't respond, don't block it, don't vague it, pretend you never got it...odds are they aren't even following you, they're just looking to start some shit. Pro: if they're a real person following you, they'll keep comin' back, lookin' for that sweet sweet release that will make them feel relevant yet will never, ever come. Con: they might keep coming back to harass you in your inbox, which is fucking annoying.

2. Block. This is somewhat effective but not entirely. My stinky traffic dropped off when I went hunting for that circle of monsters and proactively blocked them all BEFORE they could send it--search for something like who are your fave BL blogs or whatever, and go to town on block city. (I would take a look at the op of the post you added your tag to as well, maybe check out recent notes) Pro: you will magically prevent a lottttt of horseshit from coming your way. Con: you will catch glimpses of a hell you will never unsee.

3. Report. Especially in this case! I haven't seen if it actually works or not, though, so I don't really have a good pro/con answer here, and it could suck MIGHTILY if it turns out a favorite mutual sent this your way. (Which reminds me: check who's following you and do some preemptive blocking work that way, too.)

4. Turn off anon. I swear to god, this works, jesus, they're such cowards.

5. Firehose. Depending on how petty you're feeling, BURY your feed in dilf Louis content. There are blogs that specialize in spank hands daddy Louis, goofy drunk bbq dad Louis, actual dad Louis--reblog the FUCK out of all of 'em, give it a fun tag if you want (for my special anon who's into milfs), just spray a virtual firehose of daddy louis content until this person blocks YOU. Pro: you will jettison a lot of people, hopefully including whoever's lurking. Con: you will jettison a lot of people who probably enjoy other content you put on their dash, but oh well! There's a price to pettiness, always, so weigh that one out.

God, I wish people would get over the weird pearl-clutching fear they have over Louis's dad antics on ANY level, so I secretly hope you drop this bomb and let me know how it goes! But real talk, I hope you feel okay in the aftermath of getting this kind of shitty ask--if you ever want to message me directly, I'm here!

#one direction #what a fandom #what a thing to be proud of #and papa louis is like the least of it #the LEAST

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out-of-jams · 4 years

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Airplane Mode || Track 13: Just One Day || jhs

Summary: In a world where a bruise marks the first touch of your soulmate, time is the only thing that matters. The marks take hours to appear, sometimes even days if you’re really unlucky. Once First Touch is initiated, both parties only have a few weeks to find the other. From then on, the body begins to reject any form of sustenance other than the touch of the other. If one fails to find their soulmate in time, they starve to death. So what happens when your soulmate is a world famous idol?And you’re just one fan in a sea of many who can’t even speak the same language?

Pairing: Hoseok x Fem Character

Word Count: 4.3k

Genre: Fluff. Angst. Idol!au. Smut. Soulmate!au. Language barrier!au. Explicit language.

Warnings: This chapter contains swearing.

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By the time Eunjae got back to her apartment, it was around two in the morning. Taehyung had given her a sleepy-eyed hug goodnight before making his way to the dorm. Eunjae closed the front door behind her with an inaudible sigh, thing off her shoes by the entryway. The day had been long, filled with an excessive amount of stress at work, only to be followed by the time spent with Taehyung.

Eunjae would by lying if she said that she wasn't happy that the boys were so open about being her. That they didn't seem to be doing it just out of obligation because she was one of their member's soulmate. It was nice to feel accepted when she'd been forced into a strange new place with people she didn't know. Closing her eyes around a tired yawn, Eunjae navigated her apartment with heavy lids.

Only to stop dead when she caught sight of a foreign object in her peripheral.

Sat slouched down on the couch with his chin propped up in his hand, was her soulmate. She shouldn't have been as surprised as she was that he was there, since he knew the code to the door and all. And maybe if she'd have checked her phone that was buried somewhere at the bottom of her bag, she would have seen the text messages. But she didn't because she hadn't. Hoseok didn't notice her approach, not that he could with his eyes closed.

By the soft, deep breaths that escaped his nose, she assumed that he must have fallen asleep. Which only served to bring up the question of how long he'd been there. Had he been waiting on her long? A surge of guilt caused Eunjae to frown as she crouched down in front of him. He'd changed out of the clothes he'd been wearing earlier that day and into a pair of joggers and a t-shirt.

Even with his eyes shut, he looked tired. Eunjae couldn't blame him, not with how busy they all were preparing for their comeback. His face was slack, dark eyelashes kissing his high cheekbones. Soft looking heart-shaped lips were slightly parted in sleep while his chest gently rose and fell with each inhale.

Eunjae hadn't been able to fully take in his features without the fear of him catching her staring. Hoseok was beautiful, strikingly handsome with all of the sharp lines and angles that made up his symmetrical face. Why some ARMY didn't appreciate them was something that she would never be able to understand. And she wasn't just saying that because he was her soulmate. Anyone who looked at him and thought that he wasn't incredibly attractive were blind.

There was no other excuse.

Reaching out a hand, Eunjae gently shook his shoulder. "Hey."

He didn't respond, too wrapped up in whatever dreams were playing out behind his eyelids.

"Hobi," she tried again, shaking his shoulder a little bit harder.

Hoseok grunted, eyes fluttering open in confusion before focusing on her. They were still filled with sleep in the only way someone who'd just awoken could be. He ran a hand down his face in an attempt to bring himself back into alertness before sitting up a little straighter. When he met her gaze again, she couldn't help the small smile that broke out across her face.

"Hey, sleepyhead."

"Hey." His voice was a deep, raspy grumble that only came out when he came back from taking a trip to sleepsville. And he barely lifted a palm over his mouth to contain his yawn.

"Waiting long?" Eunjae asked, pushing herself back to her feet.

Hoseok glanced at the tiny clock embedded onto the face of the television's cable box and shook his head. "Not very."

"Sorry," she grimaced. "You, uh, hungry?"

Eunjae had to forcibly not look as he slid a hand beneath the hem of his shirt to scratch at his side subconsciously. Though it did little to prevent the small sliver of golden hued skin from popping into her peripheral. She was pretty sure that her question was stupid, that it practically answered itself because why else would he be in her apartment at two in the morning?

"Yeah." Hoseok gave her a reassuring, if not tired, smile and stood from the couch, stretching his arms above his head on the way. Glancing over towards the hallway, he wet his lips. "Can we go...sleep?"

The thought of curling up next to his warmth for a second night left Eunjae with a feeling that she couldn't quite discern. But she brushed it off, buried it deep in favor of responding. "Sure."

And as she followed him down the short hall, a thought popped up into her mind.

At least her question about whether or not they'd only recharge their metaphorical batteries during the day had been answered.

Eunjae was in time out.

Well sorta, but she also didn’t want to move. Not when she was so comfortably stretched out on the couch with a book propped up in her lap. The sound of fingers typing across a keyboard prevented silence from overtaking the room. Namjoon’s hair reflected the light from his computer screen, bouncing off the headphones thrown over his hair.

It was barely even an hour ago that Eunjae had gotten kicked out of the stylist department. The boys had a performance on a television show tonight and the coordi noonas and stylist noonas were a frazzled mess. Eunjae was sent away ten minutes after arriving because they didn’t have time for her to “get in the way” or whatever it was that they’d said. She’d be insulted if she wasn’t so relieved.

Namjoon had found her listlessly wandering the halls of Producer’s Row, not knowing what to do with herself. Hoseok hadn’t been in his studio and he’d yet to answer her text, so she’d had no idea where to find him. Luckily, the leader of Bangtan had let her know that her soulmate was down in one of the dance studios with Seokjin. Eunjae had been hesitant on interrupting what must have been their practice for their upcoming performance. Namjoon, as perceptive as he was, had seen the look on her face and offered to let her hang out in his studio until Hoseok was finished.

Which was how she’d landed herself back in MonStudio, a pen pressed to her lips and a headache brewing. She’d met with Soyeon earlier that morning when she’d first gotten to the building for another Korean lesson. After about two hours of one-on-one conversation exercises, she’d been sent away with a stack of beginner level workbooks to go through.

It wasn’t that Eunjae didn’t want to learn, but multiple hours of studying would wear anyone down. Letting out a long sigh, Eunjae slid further down the couch until her head was propped up by the arm rest. She barely saved the thin book in her lap from falling to the rug.

“Having trouble?”

Starting in surprise, Eunjae glanced up to see Namjoon’s chair spun halfway around. He raised an eyebrow in amusement at the wide eyed look she sent him. One side of the headphones that'd been thrown over his head was pulled off to the side so that he could hear her response. Eunjae wondered for a moment what she'd down to garner his attention away from whatever track it was that he'd been so focused on.

“Huh?” She asked intelligently.

He nodded at the book dangling from her hand for dear life. “With your studies.”

“Oh.” She pouted unconsciously. “Just taking a break. Too much studying gives me a headache.”

"I can understand that." Namjoon slid his headphones down to hook around his neck. "Breaks are always good."

"You sound like you're in need of one." It was Eunjae's turn to raise an eyebrow now.

"Yeah, something like that," Namjoon chuckled, running a hand through his slightly disheveled hair.

She rearranged the book to rest somewhere tucked between the couch cushions and made herself more comfortable. "What have you been working on? If you don't mind me asking of course."

"Nah, I don't mind." He stared over at his computer screen like it held the answers the the universe. "I'm working on my mixtape."

"Your own?" Eunjae's eyebrows shot up into her hairline. That was news to her. At Namjoon's nod of affirmation, she sat up a little straighter. "How far along is it?"

Namjoon pursed his lips thoughtfully, dimples indenting his cheeks. "Not very. I have some of the instrumentals done and some lyrics, but it's nowhere near complete."

Eunjae hummed. "Huh. I didn't know you were making a mixtape."

Gently rotating back-and-forth in his chair, he gave her a look that she wasn't sure how to decipher. "Hoseok is working on one too."

That would explain why he was in his studio so much at least. During the handful of times that Eunjae had met him there to sate their hunger away from prying eyes, she'd walked in to find him studiously clicking away at his computer. He'd always dropped whatever it was that he was working on to spend time with her so she hadn't really though much of it.

Why he hadn't told her that he was working on his own mixtape, she wasn't sure, but she couldn't really hold it against her. Some people could be very private about their art and Hoseok may not feel completely comfortable with her yet, which was something that Eunjae couldn't fault him for.

"Speaking of," Namjoon began, bringing Eunjae's attention back to the present. "How're things going with you? You adjusting well? I feel like we haven't really gotten the chance to talk on-on-one."

The memory of the night she'd broken down in the shower flashed through her mind, but she metaphorically brushed it off with a nonchalant shrug. "Fine I guess."

"You guess?" He questioned, a playful lilt to his voice.

She snorted. "Yes, fine. Everyone's been nice."

"That's good to hear." He leaned back into his chair. "Moving to a new country can be pretty overwhelming, especially when you throw a soulmate into the mix."

He could say that again.

"But," Namjoon continued thoughtfully, "at least we can learn how to handle things the next time one of us gets a soulmate."

Eunjae took in the way his mouth quirked as his dark eyes traced some invisible shape into the carpet at his feet. How he was slightly slouched down in his chair and the small furrow between his eyebrows and asked the question onto tip of her tongue before she could think to stop it. "Is that something that you'd want? To find your soulmate?"

He hummed, a deep flatlined sound that didn't give away his agreement or disagreement. "Yes? No? Maybe? I don't know. Not that I think soulmates are bad or anything."

His eyes flickered up to meet hers to make sure that he hadn't accidentally offended her. At her encouraging nod, he swiped a hand down his face. "Maybe when things die down and we're not all so famous. Getting to know someone with our hectic schedules isn't easy, as you probably know. I mean the thought of a soulmate is nice, but the timing for me right now wouldn't be so great."

"In the future then," Eunjae said it more as a statement than a question. "What do you think they'd be like?"

That brought a small, pensive smile to his full lips and his eyes traced the rug again. "I used to think about it a lot when I was younger, but not so much lately. I'd hate to set expectations because who really knows? But I'd like to think that if I do end up meeting them, they'd be kind."

"I'm sure they would be." And she meant it. While Eunjae may not have known Namjoon long personally, what she did know was that he was an old soul. Someone who put others before himself always. Fate would do nothing if not give him someone who would cherish that.

He cleared his throat before finding her gaze. "We'll see."

None of them spoke about the fact that he may never see. That he could live his whole life without ever meeting his soulmate. That both she and Hoseok had been lucky to find one another out of the other 7.5 billion people that inhabited the planet. There was a reason why the statistical likelihood of finding one's other half was so small.

"Any other questions?" Namjoon changed the subject with a lighthearted smile.

"Mm, just one," Eunjae grinned.

"What is it?"

"Can I hear what you've made so far?" She nodded at his computer, which had long since put itself into sleep mode.

Huffing a laugh, Namjoon spun back around in his chair and shook the mouse to wake the computer up. "Sure. But just warning you, none of these tracks are final yet."

“It’s not even that bad, stop pouting.”

Eunjae dropped the recently colored strand of hair to send a glare at Soyeon. Unfortunately, the woman was too focused on keeping the car in its lane to pay any attention to her charge. “Says you. I haven’t been a brunette since I was in high school.”

Narrowing her eyes, Eunjae examined her new hairstyle in the sun visor’s mirror. She’d been forced to dye her once silver tresses to a boring dark brown. When she’d met Soyeon a few hours ago, the woman had informed her that according to whatever stupid handbook employees were required to follow, unnatural hair colors weren’t allowed. And since Eunjae was technically employed by BigHit with her fabricated internship, she had to abide by the rules.

Which meant ruining her hair. Miles had spent an unfathomable amount of time coloring it and when she’d texted him the news at the salon, he’d practically had an aneurysm. She couldn't exactly blame him since he'd been the only one who'd been allowed to touch her hair since he'd first learned how to hold a flat iron.

"Well think of it like this," Soyeon spoke while she merged off of the freeway. "At least now you won't stick out like a sore thumb. The less people question you, the better off everyone is in the long run."

"I guess," Eunjae mumbled begrudgingly. Her tutor was right, but that didn't mean that she had to like it.

Eunjae turned her attention from the mirror to stare out of the passenger side window. The sun was getting ready to drop low beyond the horizon soon, however the day was far from over. Soyeon looked at the girl from the corner of her eye. "So, ground rules."

Raising a brow in curiosity, Eunjae turned to stare at Soyeon's side profile. "Ground rules for what?"

"For tonight. There's some things we need to go over before we get there." Bangtan was attending their first performance of the new comeback at Music Bank in three hours and Eunjae had to shadow Tiffany for the night. Which would have been exciting, if she wasn't so nervous that she'd mess something up.

"Okay." Eunjae's tone came out hesitant.

"This is coming from the top," Soyeon pointed a finger at the roof of the car. "AKA, from Bang Si-Hyuk himself. Basically, you can't hang around the boys at all, under any circumstances. They should be getting the same spell as you right now so don't think that this is just for you. If you're caught, the staff would absolutely eat that up and rumors would spread faster than butter on toast."

Eunjae made a face at the strange analogy, but nodded her head in understanding.

"Also," the woman continued. "Hands off your soulmate unless you're helping him with his wardrobe, whether you're in the safety of the fitting room or not. None of the staff have been informed of the connection between the two of you and it's up in the air right now on when or if they will be.

"While all of them have had to sign a basic NDA at the beginning of their contracts, that doesn't always stop gossipers unfortunately. For all shows in the near future, you'll be hitching a ride there with the rest of the coordi noonas in order to avoid suspicion on why you get special treatment by riding separately."

Eunjae trapped her bottom lip between her teeth, mind reeling. Sure, she knew that there were going to be some things that she would or wouldn't be allowed to do, but she hadn't prepared for how strict the rules would be. The whole reason she was given the internship in the first place was so that her and Hoseok could "refuel" during their upcoming tour.

If she could barely even breathe the same air as him, how was that supposed to work? What good would fleeting touches do in the face of staving off hunger? Hell, it took at least an hour of constant touching to even begin to feel sated. Was she supposed to stay away from him for the whole tour, only sustaining herself with barely-there brushes against his skin?

She didn't voice her concerns, only hummed in agreement when Soyeon gave her a questioning glance. It wasn't exactly her place to complain since the company had already done so much for her. Though that did little to take her away from the thoughts that played on a constant loop once Soyeon turned her attention back to the road. The rest of the drive passed by in a blur. Eunjae barely recognized the building they pulled into the back parking lot of Music Bank.

Cars were scattered throughout the spaces and vans with deeply tinted windows took up a whole row near the entrance doors. Once the engine was cut, Soyeon escorted her through the double doors and passed the check-in desk for staff where she received a badge to wear around her neck. The room that Eunjae was led to was far down the exceedingly long hallway.

None of the boys were present yet, which wasn't all too surprising since there was still a while to go until they needed to take the stage. The greenroom wasn't incredibly big, but Eunjae supposed that space wasn't exactly necessary when the boys were just meant to be in and out. Their show was going to be recorded live, so they'd only need to perform it once instead of the multiple amount of times that a prerecorded one would need.

Bangtan weren't the only ones who were taking the stage, which was something Eunjae had noticed when she was being shown to the greenroom. She'd never been backstage at a show before, television or otherwise, and it'd felt a little odd. Getting to see what went on beyond the t.v. screen was like pulling the curtain off the illusion.

Out in the halls, staff from multiple different entertainment industries passed each other, pushing clothes racks or speaking into the tiny earpieces hooked around their ears. Much like the stylist department at BigHit except a while lot more crowded and a lot louder. Eunjae had yet to see a famous group wandering around, but she'd been able to spot some familiar names on temporary signs plastered to the sides of greenroom doors.

Safely inside BTS' room, Eunjae greeted the few coordi noonas that she knew by name and shuffled across the busy room to find Tiffany. There was a flat screen television mounted on one of the walls, but it was off. And a few leather couches were pushed up against the wall opposite the overly long vanity with seven chairs already lined up in preparation. Supplies were set neatly in front of each, some of the noonas who would be doing the boy's makeup setting up their stations.

According to Tiffany, who'd assigned Eunjae the low-risk task of organizing the clothes rack with stage outfits, the boys would be arriving in an hour or so. The news would have been a relief to her slightly grumbling hunger if it weren't for the fact that she wouldn't even be able to touch her own damn soulmate. All she could do was hope that Hoseok was doing fine from the short hour they'd been able to squeeze earlier in the day.

Insane.

That was the first word that came to Eunjae's mind when she came stumbling back into the room. Apparently someone had forgotten a bag full of accessories that were supposed to be worn tonight, so she'd had to run out to one of the three vans that belonged to Big Hit to hunt it down. Which was a pain in and of itself since it was dark outside and all of the vans lined up in the lot looked the exact same. Add in the fact that the bag had been hidden, tucked beneath the middle row of seats in the last van she checked, and you got a very flustered Eunjae.

She had no clue how long she'd been out there searching, but by the time she got back to the greenroom, the boys were already in their stylist's chairs getting their makeup done. Remembering the stupidly strict rules, Eunjae didn't spare them a glance. Which also meant she missed the brief look of surprise that flickered across Hoseok's face when he looked up and caught her reflection in the mirror.

Even if it weren't for the no-contact rule, she wouldn't have been able to hang out with them even if she'd wanted to. Mostly because the dressing room was a flurry of activity that passed by so fast that Eunjae barely even noticed the time. And because of course, Tiffany had decided to help get Hoseok ready herself instead of letting Eunjae assist. Which only served in making her dislike her all the more.

If she was going to be like that throughout the whole tour, then how the hell was Eunjae going to be able to be around Hoseok at all? Hopefully the company would decide in favor of disclosing their soulmate connection, otherwise what was the point? It would just do more harm than good.

It wasn't even until the boys had left to take the stage that Eunjae actually got to take a break from the fluster of activity. The rest of the staff were either beginning to pack up their things or taking the time to sit down and relax a little bit. Someone had turned the television in the room on, so everyone could watch the performances.

Luckily by being backstage, Eunjae didn't have to fight to see over anyone out in the crowd of audience members. She was seated on one of the couches next to a coordi noona who had introduced herself a week ago as Yoona. She was a kind, older woman with long dark hair and perfect, flawless skin. While she didn't speak a lot of English, she had still tried her best to make Eunjae feel included.

On the television, she watched as the opening slow-yet-upbeat track started up. This was the first time that the title track of Bangtan's upcoming album was going to air and Eunjae would be lying if she said that she wasn't excited to hear it. The actual album release wasn't going to be for another two weeks, with the title track being dropped sometime around midnight tonight.

Just because she knew them in person, didn't make Eunjae any less of an ARMY.

The stage was bright, encompassed by pink and purple lights. Each one of the boys had been dressed in a multicolored outfit consisting of a black, red, and blue color palette. While each of them looked good, she had a difficult time tearing her eyes off of her soulmate. Off of the way his skin glistened so prettily beneath the stage lights. And how perfectly in-sync he moved his body with the rest of them.

Confidence practically bled from his pores and he commanded the stage each and every time he took the center. Eunjae watched their live performances whenever she'd gotten the chance to, but there was something different about now knowing them that made it different. Made her feel different in a way that she couldn't quite put her finger on each time the camera tracked her soulmate dancing his way across the stage.

All three minutes and forty-four seconds that Bangtan spent performing passed by way too quickly. And before she knew it, they were finished and the television was cutting to commercial. Luckily, they'd been the last group to perform, so no one had to wait another few hours until the awards for the night were announced. Though it wasn't like Eunjae would have been able to watch who won anyway because she was put back to work the moment their performance was over.

She was too busy helping to load up the vans with the numerous boxes that had been packed back up to even get to see the boys. At least things weren't as hectic after the show like they'd been beforehand, but that didn't make it any less tiresome. The only thought that kept Eunjae going was that in less than an hour, she'd be back within the confides of her own apartment. Maybe then she'd be able to congratulate the boys on the win she knew that they were sure to secure.

It wasn't until she was staring out the car window on the drive back that she recognized exactly what it was that she'd felt both watching Hoseok perform. Her eyes widened, breath stilling in her throat. Oh shit.

She had a crush on her soulmate.

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grilledcheeseandguavajelly · 4 years

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Howdy! (I can't believe I haven't used thar one yet 😅) *scoots over and pulls blanket aside for cuddles* in a way I'm sorry that you need cuddles today? (bad day? 🥺) but also cuddles make a day infinitely better. I am here though if you'd ever like to talk about anything, no pressure though!! (And I can always come off anon if you'd like to message me)! 😁

It was absolutely brilliant, very touching and although tragic in some ways, it still remained snarky and witty. It might not be everyone's cup of tea but it was certainly different to anything I'd seen before. Plus the outfits were amazing! The cast and crew did an awesome job.

Thank you for the kind words, I appreciate it! My friends mean well, don't worry. It's the kind of friendship where we all rip into each other and then laugh it out after (and if anyone goes too far the others are sure to speak up).

I hope it does calm down soon for you! And that you aren't too frazzled. If you don't mind me asking, what do you study? My day was good, thank you 💛 Hope you're having a good week and are well rested! Oh! yes, Cowboy is Charlie Carver! - C ☺️

Alsjakdjlskflg howdy!!! 😉🤠👋🏼

*Runs and jumps into the blanket pile with you* snuggles always make EVERYTHING better!!! I was indeed having a bit of a bad day when you sent this to me (apologies for not responding sooner, life got a little crazy!!) but my day today has been good!! Alsjdjlsjlajdlg as curious as I am to have you come off anon so I know who you are, you’re like my only nonnie and I would miss you 😫🙈

Oooh that sounds good!! I’ll try to watch it this weekend!! I’m having a procedure Friday so maybe after I come home?? I’ll need a lazy day then anyway hehe

Okay good because my mama bear was about to come out and I was gonna pound some faces in, LET ME TELL YOU— if they ever cross the line you come tell me and I will take care of them for you, okay?? I’ve got your back, partner 😋😉

You’re just the sweetest cowboy ever I cannot 🙈 Things have calmed down a bit with class this week which is good! I’m studying tv production (with a minor in music production) which sounds like it would be a lot of fun but Covid threw a nice big wrench in everything 🤦🏻‍♀️ I hope you’re having a good week, too!! You deserve it!!! 💛✨

#AGH I THOUGHT SO!!!!#Charlie carver is the actual cutest so #that means you’re the cutest too #I don’t make the rules #I always love when you pop in my inbox cowboy #you have no idea 🥺#cowboy anon #anon asks #asks

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phantomofsilence · 5 years

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Title : Stuck Between A Rock And A Hard Place

Word Count : Honestly who the hell knows?

Warning : Sad Bucky, sad Steve, you can see it from the request.

A/N :

Alright so i already posted this request but Tumblr somehow deleted it. So i had to do it all over again. Well thankfully not the story, i fortunately wrote it in the notes, i learned that lesson the hard way. Anyway along with a story the request itself was deleted. So i think this is how the request went, if it was your request message me if it was wrong. Also i had a really hard time with this request, i don't know why i just wasn't inspired, well probably more tired from college than inspired, but that's why it took so long. I wanted to do it right. Also for anyone else who send me a request i saw it, and i will right it as soon as my obligations allow me some free time. Also i did the P. O. V. thing so don't get confused. Okay, enough rambling, i hope you like it. And also i believe there was a compliment in the request for gif usage, thank you for that. 😘😘😘❤️

Request : Can you do a fic where you and the new agent are getting closer to the point where the team suspects that you are falling out of love with Bucky? (angst to fluff).

Steve's P. O. V.

As soon as he saw her enter the kitchen Chris was out of his seat smothering her in a hug, but Natasha and Steve, hung back and watched with frowns on their faces.

They stayed quiet during their conversation occasionally sipping coffee.

Their stubbornness and Steve's persistence in making sure both him and the team stay out of this complicated and deeply personal situation, rendered them mute, as they stood there cold and stoic, as they sipped on their coffee.

Many would say the intimacy in the embrace, those gentle smiles, and completely unnecessary gazes they were curently being subjected to were highly inappropriate and Steve would have to agree with them.

The more he watched, the more sorry he felt for his friend. But no, Steve wasn't angry at her, he was hurt. How could such a sweet girl be so uncaring? No one deserves this kind of treatment, his friend the least. He's been through so much already, Steve thought you out of all people understood this.

He lost so much, did he have to lose you too?

You were the rock that kept thing moving, a force anyone could fall back on if needed to be. And you want to abandon it all, for this Chris, a man you barely know compared to his friend.

Steve knew he was letting his feelings cloud his judgement, and you haven't really done anything but spent time with a man you claimed was your friend, a man that was your partner. He knew he spent just as much, if not more time with Natasha and she was one of his most valued friends.

Also, Chris seemed like a nice guy, the kind of man if you were still single he'd advise you to go for.

But that's it, you weren't single. In fact you were in a committed relationship with the most important person in his life.

He was stuck between a rock and a hard place, and he didn't know what to do. Invade his best friend's privacy or let his best friend be hurt when he could at least cushion the blow.

One more look at the 'lovely couple' and he decided, privacy be damned, his friend deserves honesty at least and he was gonna make sure he got it for him.

"Steve.." a voice trailed off cautiously, he looked over the see Natasha leaning on the counter facing them, with her head turned towards him looking at him.

"I know, Nat." he knew he shouldn't have snapped, it wasn't her fault. She sighed.

"Steve it should be one of us, I know it sucks to hurt him like that, but it's even worse if he caught them, and we knew but didn't tell him."Like always the redhead was right, but he still tried to reason with her.

"But she hasn't done anything yet Natasha, we can't make things up when they didn't happen."

She rolled her eyes at his statement. "Yes, Steve, she hasn't done anything, yet Steve. The key word being yet. Come on, Steve! They've known each other for only two months, and they are joined at the hip. If you think Bucky didn't notice you are mistaken. Dude's been giving her the kicked puppy eyes for days now and she hasn't even noticed choosing to ogle at her new beau. This calls for revenge! "The redhead took a deep breath and said.

" He is your best friend Steve, if the rolls were reversed wouldn't you like him to say something? "

Steve didn't respond, it wasn't necessary, they both knew the answer. Instead of pushing him, Natasha gently squeezed his shoulder and left him in the kitchen to think it over.

An hour later Steve was letting out his anger on a punching bag. The more he thought about it, the more conflicted he got.

This wasn't his relationship but it was his friend. Thou you were his friend too, after Peggy's death you along with Natasha were there for him, hell you've spent the whole day making jokes just to make him forget.

You were like Bucky, the Bucky from before, not just before The Winter Soldier, but before the war. The guy that got him in a lot of trouble and the guy that stood by him and protected him when he took a bite too large to swallow.

The man that took him to many unsuccessful dates, his companion, his family, it's what drew him to you.

You were a sense reality in the world that no longer made sense, a familiar face in a strange place.

Although he wanted to protect his friend, he also felt oddly protective of you. He couldn't betray your trust, but he couldn't betray Bucky either.

Why did this has to be so hard? He thought and punched the punching bag so hard it ripped and fell few feet away.

"What did that punch bag ever do to you?" Said a man Steve was successfully avoiding since this morning.

"Oh, hey Buck. What's up?" he said trying to act nonchalant. "I could ask you the same thing. Why are you avoiding me? Did i do something?" Bucky demanded.

"I'm not avoiding you." Steve mildly shrugged. Glaring at him he got closer almost to his face. "What the hell is going on?"

Steve could hear the anger in his voice, but also hurt, trying to protect him he's the one that ended up hurting him.

"Nothing, Buck." Steve said. "Listen here, punk!

"It's bad enough the love of my life could possible be cheating on me right now, now i can't even trust you!? What the hell man?"

Steve looked at his best friend, his eyes were puffy, tears threatening to spill, but he refused to let them fall, he had dark bags under his eyes, he hasn't been sleeping well, his hands shaking in anger, this was a man already hurt.

"Look i wanted to tell you about her, but I didn't want to betray her either so I've been ignoring you both so i don't hurt anyone. I guess that ship sailed." He said, his friend deserved honestly at least he can get it from him.

"You think she's cheating on me?" asked Bucky. "I don't know, man. I did not see her so anything, from all we know we're just making stuff up."

Steve frowned, even thou he shouldn't do it now, he was defending her. "You're a good friend, Steve. But i didn't ask what you saw, i want a yes or no answer." Bucky said.

"Why do i matter, why are you asking me? If you really wanted to know you'd ask her. But you're asking me because you know i will never give you that answer. So why are you asking me, Buck?" Steve demanded.

Bucky glared at him, before he grabbed his shoulder giving him a smile." You're a punk, kid."Bucky said, paused to inhale and exhale before continuing." It's because i don't really wanna know. I love her, Steve. If fact i love her so much that even thou, she 's literally ripping me in half, my brain is still finding a reason to forgive her. That she loves me and it's all a mistake. I'm pathetic."

Bucky lowered his head, squeezed his shoulder again, let go and turned to leave.

At the door Steve voice halted him in place.

" You're not pathetic. You love her. Knowing you my whole life, you were never soft on a dame like that. I'm sorry it had to be like this."

Without turning around Bucky whispered. "Me too." And left.

Steve could see it bright as day this man was a mess. He had to do something, you might be his friend, and it wasn't his business , but he was about to confront you.

Steve knew you, you were not a coward.

He would get you to tell the truth, perhaps it wasn't too late. You need to be honest and you might even work it out with Bucky.

Taking his phone out of his pocket he texted you to meet him in his room.

Your P. O. V.

After the workout Chris suggested you go to the diner you always go after a successful mission.

"Come on it's been some time since we been there." Snorting at that statement you replied. "We literally went there two days ago."

Groaning Chris whined. "Exactly, too long, come on i know you can practically taste those fries and that strawberry and vanilla milkshake you like. Eh, it will be fun and if i may say so i make great company."

Although the offer was tempting, and you really could taste those fries and that delicious milkshake, you had to go home to your boyfriend.

You missed him so much, and judging by those sad eyes he's been giving you he missed you just as much, if not more.

The missions you were being sent on this past month left little to no time for your relationship, and now having to prepare for an undercover mission of great importance and you weren't allowed to speak about it with anyone according to Maria, you were forced to spend all your free time with Chris.

Well forced was a harsh word, Chris was a great man and an amazing partner, but he wasn't your boyfriend.

"Sorry gotta take a rain check." You mumbled apologetically. Chris smiled and pulled you in for a hug.

"Hey i get it, if i had a hunk like that waiting for me at home, i wouldn't even bother talking to you. Scram, kid." You arched an eyebrow on chuckling. "Is that so? "

"I'd fuck him."

As you were nearing your apartment your phone buzzed. Looking at the screen you saw you had a text from Steve. Opening it read' We need to talk, met me at my place'.

Steve was not the best texter but he never sounded this urgent and formal. If this was about the mission he would have asked meat at The Tower, this was personal.

Something was wrong.

All it took was three knocks to be met with Steve's hard gaze, he stood aside allowing you to come in.

"So we need to talk?Are you breaking up with me Steve?"A light-hearted joke that was meant to brighten the mood was met with a glare. Okay, not the right crowd.

"Listen, i know it's non of my business and you're my friend, but this needs to end. What the hell is going on with you and Chris? "

Steve asked firmly before placing his hands on his belt buckle. You knew that stance, you've seen it a million times, it was meant to frighted and send a message that he met business.

You never thought you's see it being used on you. But you weren't so easily scared.

"You're right, Steve it's non of your business ." You replied defensively. Who was he thinking he could question you?

"You're right, but i don't care. I'm the one who has to watch my friend heartbroken when you leave with Chris, so excuse me if I'm a little protective. Just don't. Own up to it." Steve said.

"Own up to what, Steve? Heartbroken? My Bucky? What the hell is going on?" You demanded. You have done nothing to Bucky. What the hell is he talking about?"You hurt him and..." Steve began but you cut him off. "Hurt him i haven' t even spoken to him!" You piped up.

"Exactly."

Bucky's P. O. V.

Knowing he couldn't stay cupped up in his room with all those thoughts swearing in his head Bucky decided to take a walk, and by walk he meant a run, muttering angry at nothing and panting wildly.

He wasn't sure if he was panting because he was tired from the aggressive run or the work his mind put him through.

He decided the latter.

As if he was cursed to suffer today, he ran into the last person he wanted to see. Chris strolled up to him, a bright smile on his face, as if he wasn't the cause to his misery. Some nerve on this guy!

"Hey, Buck right?" he said to Bucky holding his hand for him to shake. Bucky just looked down at it frown.

"Not a hand shaker? Alright, i get it. I'm getting used on it myself.Also some say it's unhygienic."

What pissed of Bucky even more was that Chris wasn't even fazed by Bucky unfriendly stance. This guy!

"Anyway i just wanted to meet the man my partner won't shut up about. I mean that woman's got you on a pedestal you'd think your shooting rainbow out of your ass."

Keep rubbing salt to an open wound, Bucky though. This dude was something else.

"Look man, i don't really know her for that long, but she's kinda grown on me. She's one heck of a woman. She means a lot to me and... " Bucky cut him of. "I can imagine." He remarked through his teeth.

"No, you really can't, she has been there for me after the war, you know when you get back everyone keeps walking on egg shells around you, it's a strange place, even the bed feels wrong, too soft. But she made me feel human."

Suddenly the anger for the man was gone and all that was left was confusion. Chris was a marine? It would explain his posture.

" She's not afraid to hold me, i thank God or whatever is out there everyday for a friend like her. "

Bucky knew what he was talking about oh to well, she made him fell the same. She was comfort, she was peace, she was his home.

" Why are you telling me all of this? "Bucky asked.

" Because I'm not blind, i know a jealous man when i see one. She holds me because it helps me relax, not because she is in love with me. Don't even try to deny it. I know what it feels to love her, but you know what it feels like to be loved by her. If anyone has the right to be jealous, it's me. Don't screw this up, man. See ya. "

Before Bucky even had the chance to process what Chris had said, he turned and ran the other way.

Walking into your room you felt oddly nervous. You didn't even know it but you've made the man you love, a man in doubt.

He now questioned your love and you did not even notice. Sure you saw a bit of sadness but regarded it as him simply missing you.

Not a man heartbroken and riddled with insecurities. He probably hasn't even slept right and you didn't see it.

There was no reason for your fear, the room was empty, no Bucky in sight. Footsteps in the hallway made you turn around. Walking out of the room you followed the footsteps into the hallway, outside your apartment, down the stairs and only when you were outside did you catch the glimpse of the man of our.

Gathering enough courage you called out Bucky who at the sound of your voice turned and froze.

The tension was high, you could feel it in the air as you stared at one another.

Just as you opened your mouth to speak not even knowing what to say Bucky crossed the distance, grabbed you by the back of your neck and kissed you.

It only took you a second to respond, the kiss was desperate, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance, while hands roamed all over, pulling, squeezing.

Pulling away for air you kept your eyes closed. "Tell me you love me." Pleaded Bucky, making you feel even more guilty.

Opening your eyes your hands sneaked themselves around his neck pulling until your forehead touched his own.

"I'm not sure about a lot of things Bucky. But there is one thing i am sure about and that is that i love you, James Buchanan Barnes, i love you and i always will. I'm sorry i ever made you doubt my love. "

"No, i am the one that's sorry. I shouldn't have doubted you in the first place. I got so stuck in my own head. I'm sorry. I love you so much, doll."

"I love you. Let's just forget about it and agree that from now on we will talk about this things. No holding back. "

"You're right. From now, we talk. But please be patient with me. And do me a favor, will you."

"Anything."

"Don't quit on me. I know it can be hard to be with me sometimes, but I love you as much it is possible for this broken man to love. "

"You're not broken, just bent. And don't act like I'm a walk in the park, i know i can be frustrating. But this is a relationship, we work together, we compromise, we fight, we make love. We don't quit on each other, we fight for us."

"I love you."

"And i love you."

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