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secondhand-trash · 4 years

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yaku san as The sugar daddy please, nsfw nafw nsfw lemme fuck that

A/N: I’m here after I lose my mind over the new chapter because oh god OH GOD he is THE daddy I’m- I just- You’ll know once you read the thing because I’m not ok...

Warning: not exactly manga spoilers but kinda?, sugar baby-sugar daddy dynamics, nsfw

Word count: 1535

Yaku knew he wanted you the moment your eyes met

he’s the handsome young athlete who frequents the family type restaurant you worked at and you’re the part-time worker who begged for more shifts because you just needed the salary to pay for your tuition

when you shyly looked away after noticing that he had been staring at you, the clear desire to steal another glance obvious as you deliberately turned your back to him, he was hooked

he made a move almost immediately, leaving his card together with a heavy tip when you gave him the check

the card was a formal one but on the back, you see the words that made your heart raced as you stared at the black ink at night, your phone in hand as you shakily punched in those digits

Call me?

he responded quickly after you sent the initial message and making it clear that he was interested in you, asked you if you would like to meet him up for dinner that weekend

you felt small when he showed up at your door in a suit that was probably worth your entire month of salary, feeling ridiculously under-dressed even though you already pulled out your nicest outfit

you shivered when he took your hand, pressing a soft kiss at the back and whispered with a smile, “I know you’ll blow me away, but my my do you look beautiful tonight...”

the place he took you was grand, floor-length windows by the table at a secluded corner of the restaurant and the most prestige part of the city below your feet

it was when he left the table temporarily that you had a moment to look at your surroundings to see just how lavish everything was

he already had everything planned before you even walked through the doors so you had no number to look at, but you didn’t need the figures to know that if it wasn’t for him, you would likely never dine at a place like this ever in your life

the opulence was blinding but most importantly, he was so lovely. Even though it is clear that there is a difference in status between the two of you, he never once made you uncomfortable or came off as arrogant

and the feeling that someone like him wanted you made you bolder and bolder, throwing in a few flirtatious remarks of your own

you did not move away when he put his hand on yours, index finger trailing down your wrist

Blinking your eyes to adjust to the light, you had a sudden moment of panic when you sat up to see the unfamiliar hotel room that you were in.

Until the aftermath of your date slowly reappeared in your head and the feeling of the silky bedding rubbing against your bare legs was starting to make your skin heat up.

His lips were on you the moment the door locked, his hand rough against your waist as he tugged and clawed at the dress you were wearing. The smell of his cologne invaded your sense as he trailed wet kisses down your neck, your hand clawing at his back for leverage as your head went hazy at his rampant assault.

This was all overwhelming. His hand fondling your tits as he yanked down the collar of your dress roughly, the way he didn’t seem to mind fucking you against the door if you hadn’t pulled him towards the couch in the center of the room in between moans, the fact that you had met this man for fewer times than you could count with one hand but yet all you could do was arched your back off to let him slide your panties off as he pushed your legs apart.

Your hands were fumbling to just get his belt off while his hands wander all over your naked body. You whined at the feeling of the metal bands that clad his hand, licking your lips at the thought of them being inside of you but for now, you were simply taken over by the urge for him to just mess you up.

Holding your knees, he hooked your legs around his waist as he lifted your lower body off the couch. Your hand gripped at the couch as he nudged his leaking tip against your sopping folds, your nails digging into the soft velvet of the cushion as he hilted in you. His name was the only thing you could get ahold up as he set a feverish pace, the groans and grunts that fell from his lips making you clench.

Your face was getting hotter and hotter the more you recalled the bits and pieces of last night. God, you could barely even look at the room you were in without thinking of something that you had done on there. He proceeded to try and move your tangled bodies to the bed after you barely regained your breath from the round on the couch, only to get distracted by your pants at his ear midway and slammed you against the window that made up one wall of the room with your chest pressed up against the glass.

Oh god, he fucked you against the window. You sighed into your palms, trying to brush away the visuals of your wrists being held up above your head as he rutted against you.

You let out a soft gasp when you felt something tickling the side of your waist. Yaku pulled you closer to him lazily, peppering soft kisses on your stomach as he chuckled at how you tensed up.

“Morning, princess.”

“Morning...” you said, brushing away the tuft of hair that fell on his face with the tip of your finger as he sat up to kiss you square on the lips. The crisp white blanket fell off of him as he sat up, showing the red marks on his chest that was faded but still very much so visible.

Ah, those were from when you two actually got to the bed and you straddled his lap...

You smiled as you leaned on his shoulder, burying your face at the crook of his neck as his hand slid to the small of your back. It had been a while since you last had such good sleep, the mattresses this hotel uses must be of very good quality.

In fact, you could not even recall the last time you woke up without an alarm- wait...

“What time is it?”

Yaku furrowed his eyebrows when you suddenly flinched away, colour leaving your face when turned the clock on the side table towards you.

“Fuck, I’m late for work.” you groaned, “I’m gonna get into so much trouble for this. God, I’m so sorry-”

Your leg was already dangling off the mattress when you felt a strong grip at your wrist, stopping you from leaping off the bed.

“Do you like that job?”

You paused before answering with a dry chuckle, “I need that job.”

“Quit the job, I’ll take care of you.”

“What?” you muttered. Slowly turning around to look at him, you froze in the realisation that he was absolutely serious.

“I can’t-”

“Hey,” his voice was gentle as he put your hand to cradle his face, turning to his side to speak against your pulse point, “I really like you and I think this can work. Let me help, hm?”

You sucked in a deep breath, unable to ignore how tempting the offer was and the way goosebumps were already forming on your skin at his hot breath on your inner wrist.

“Thank you.”

He beamed, letting go of your hand to hold your shoulder instead. Your breath hitched when he kissed the dip of your collarbone, your arms hooking around his neck immediately.

“No need,” he said with a wink, and you knew you were not leaving the room any time sooner when he trailed down.

he wasn’t lying when he said he will take care of you

not only are your bills handled, he is basically spoiling you at any opportunity that presented itself

nice clothes? fancy lingerie? flying with him whenever he is traveling? you name it

so smitten by the sight of you beneath him in all the lavish things that he bought for you

gold necklace on your neck and nothing else?

red bottom heels and naked from the heel up?

he spoils you but he insists that you’re the one who treats him too well

shows you off at galas and events where you hang off his arm

it’s an arrangement of sorts, sure, but above all he just liked having you around

and all the luxuries aside, you just couldn’t imagine not falling asleep in his arms anymore

you have spent countless nights with him at the fanciest places around the world but the hotel room that you first went to remains a favourite and whenever there’s a special occasion, he books the exact same room that night for celebratory purposes

makes sure to fuck you against the window at least once every time

he also proposed in the exact same room, some time down the line

#yaku x reader #yaku imagine #yaku smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #haikyuu imagine

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dajaregambler · 3 years

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AAside - Event story “WITHOUT ME“

A translation for the story of the AAside event “WITHOUT ME”.

It contains all chapters (6 total) fully translated!

Prologue

----At GYROAXIA’s sharehouse

Reon: Hmm…..

Miyuki: Huh, is that a wedding invitation?

Reon: Wah, Miyuki-san! Don’t stick your nose into my business

Miyuki: Just happened to see it. So, what of it? Whose invitation is it?

Reon: The owner of a local livehouse. Someone I’ve known since highschool

Miyuki: June is the season of marriage, huh. Marrying during this time will sure make the bride happy

Miyuki: Kinda romantic, isn’t it

Reon: Not really

Miyuki: Aren’t you interested, Reon-kun? Like, about what kind of person you’ll marry in the future

Reon: Nah

Miyuki: An immediate answer…

Reon: The most important thing right now is to claim victory at the LR Fes. I can’t get distracted by anything else

Miyuki: How serious. Well, that is a fact though

Miyuki: So what are you gonna do about that wedding invitation. Because by local you meant Sapporo, right?

Reon: I’m not gonna go

Reon: It’s a bit of a bummer but our live and schedule are too close to it

Reon: We’re on a time crunch for me to go to Sapporo right now

Miyuki: True that, there’s our preparations and practice too

(Door opening)

Kenta: I’m back

Reon: Kenta-san, welcome back

Miyuki: Meeting ran late, huh

Kenta: Yes, for a bit. More importantly, Reon do you have a moment?

Kenta: There’s going to be an interview for a music magazine. With you and I

Reon: With...me? Not Nayuta?

Miyuki: Isn’t that unusual. What kind of interview?

Kenta: This

Reon: Eh….? This is…..

Kenta: A magazine special on June brides

Chapter 1

Reon: Special on June brides….

Kenta: Yes. It seems to be about the music used at ceremonies

Kenta: It’s common for the bride and groom to play their favourite music artists at weddings.

Kenta: Thus they want to hear the artists we have in mind from us.

Reon: …..Really now

Kenta: You don’t seem to be too pleased

Kenta: Well, it is part of advertising. It could serve as a chance for us to expand upon a new customer base.

Reon: Even then, why me. I kind of see why you but….

Kenta: It was requested by them.

Miyuki: Isn’t that nice, Reon-kun

Reon: Not at all

Reon: I mean, wouldn’t it be better for Nayuta to be taking interviews once in a while

Kenta: You should know by now what kind of answers Nayuta would be giving.

Reon: That… is true but….

Kenta: In any case, it’s set in stone.

Kenta: You don’t need to mull that much over it, I will be there too and I have received information regarding the contents of the questions beforehand.

Kenta: I can understand as to why you’re not motivated, but keep in mind it’s part of the job.

Kenta: Please give it what you got, Reon

Reon: ….Understood

Reon: ….Haah

Miyuki: What a heavy sigh. Is the interview right after the next live?

Reon: Yeah. Kenta-san had asked me to, and I’m trying to understand the logic behind this

Reon: The kind of person I like, weddings and all that… All of these questions don’t have ANYTHING to do with music!

Miyuki: Lemme see… heeeh. “What’s your ideal wedding?”

Miyuki: Say Reon-kun, why don’t you let Onii-san practice with you?

Reon: No.

Miyuki: You sure with that? What if it ends up being a mess because you’re stumbling over your own words?

Reon: ……………….

Chapter 2

Miyuki: Next question! Your ideal wife is-?

Reon: ….Don’t have one

Miyuki: Didn’t you say the same thing earlier too. Like, really don’t have a type of girl you like?

Reon: I keep saying that this is just….!

(Phone vibrates)

Miyuki: Your phone’s buzzing

Reon: Haah, who could it be at this time now?

-----Few days later. At a café

Livehouse owner: Misono, it’s been a while!

Reon: Boss! Long time since we talked. It’s nice that you’re in Tokyo

Livehouse owner: Yes, had some work to take care of. Being here made me want to see you guys again

Reon: “You guys”?

Yuto: ‘Sup! Huh, Reon’s here too!

Reon: Yuto…..

Livehouse owner: Still, you two haven’t changed

Yuto: Could say the same for you! Really thank you so much for taking care of us back then.

Livehouse owner: I didn’t do anything special

Livehouse owner: Honestly I wanted to meet up with Satozuka too but he seems to be busy.

Yuto: Well, as you’d expect from Kenta-san

Livehouse owner: Ah that’s right, our livehouse has become somewhat popular for the fact that you guys have used it.

Livehouse owner: They’ve probably heard it from somewhere, but every so often fans of yours show up

Livehouse owner: Especially many of Misono’s fans. Though even back in the day there would be some waiting outside

Yuto: True that. Reon wasn’t only popular in our band but at our highschool too.

Reon: No way

Yuto: No, totally yes way!?

Livehouse owner: Regardless, you two are truly amazing. To be able to enter such a grand festival

Livehouse owner: ….Well, being part of different bands that is

Livehouse owner: Honestly, it never crossed my mind that you guys would end up going your separate ways given how close everyone was

Reon: ……

Yuto: ……

Chapter 3

Livehouse owner: My bad for keeping you guys so long. I’m happy we were able to meet today though

Yuto: Yes, thank you so much for your time too! Alright, it’s time for me to head off!

Reon: See ya, Yuuto

Yuto: Yeah! I’ll be seeing you!

Reon: ...Um, Boss. Thanks a lot for today

Livehouse owner: It’s all good. If anything my bad for calling you out of nowhere

Livehouse owner: ...Should’ve known better to not mention the old band

Livehouse owner: Both you and Goryo didn’t seem to appreciate it… It was a bit insensitive.

Reon: No, please don’t mind it

Livehouse owner: Speaking of bands, how’s Gyro doing? Going well?

Reon: Right… I can’t say that it is going well at all when asked that.

Reon: To put it bluntly, it’s nothing but butting heads with the vocalist, and there’s a lot of issues within the band too

Reon: But there’s no mistake that Gyro will be the one band to be on top of the world.

Livehouse owner: Huuh… that’s unexpected. To think that you’d love Gyro.

Reon: Well… I love Gyro’s “music” if anything

Livehouse owner: You have a lot of confidence in that vocalist, don’t you?

Reon: ….Hah? Where is that coming from

Livehouse owner: Because you normally wouldn’t think that far if you didn’t have such confidence in your band members.

Reon: I mean… you could say that but with such a vocalist it’s totally impossible!

Livehouse owner: Really?

Reon: Really! Just who in the world would…

Livehouse owner: In the end band and marriage are the same. It’s sharing the same fate. There’s good times, bad times too… all that.

Reon: ….Being in the same boat.

Reon: …...Um, when you decided to get married, how did it feel?

Livehouse owner: How it felt…. that’s sudden. You have to be determined to make a choice.

Reon: Determined, to make a choice

Livehouse owner: Yes, yes. Aah, since I’m in Tokyo after all, I want to go to a Gyro live if… Misono?

Reon: Ah, sorry.

Reon: Um, talking about the live right? Till when are you staying in Tokyo?

Livehouse owner: I still have some work to take care off, I think I’ll be going back to Sapporo next week

Reon: Then I’ll leave a seat for you open so make sure to come

Reon: ….And with that I invited the livehouse owner.

Kenta: That’s fine. I’ll arrange a spot for him.

Reon: Thank you

Kenta: That reminds me, how are the preparations for the interview going? I noticed it seeming to be a struggle...

Reon: ………..

Reon: Um, Kenta-san. What’s your opinion of being in a band means sharing the same fate?

Chapter 4

Reon: It’s what the owner said today. “Band and marriage are the same. It’s being in the same boat”

Kenta: It resembles what you had said before, doesn’t it.

Reon: ….In the sense that it’s more about destiny.

Reon: Though… Gyro isn’t that kind of band.

Kenta: Yes. It’s not necessary for Gyro to have a feeling of fellowship or the resolution to walk together on the same path.

Reon: It narrows down to what performance Nayuta agrees with.

Kenta: Yes. And if it doesn’t you’ll get discarded

Reon: And to not get discarded you have to keep up with it.

Kenta: Exactly

Reon: I seriously still think that’s not right

Kenta: …….

Reon: …..But today, thinking about the past made me realize something.

Reon: I think it’s strange, yet I still chose Gyro.

Reon: It might’ve been more fun to continue with Yuto and the others, and have made some good memories too

Reon: Though that’s not what I’m seeking for

Reon: I want to become a pro. To surpass the world. Fun memories or friends aren’t necessary for this.

Reon: All you need is the guts to aim for the world and have the best kind of music. That’s why I’m here.

Kenta: No matter how many times you lock horns?

Reon: Yes. I don’t regret choosing Gyro

-----On the day of the live.

Reon: Looks like boss came too

Kenta: Yes, I had talked with him earlier. He hasn’t changed at all.

Reon: Right

Miyuki: Oh Reon-kun, you’re looking pretty calm. Was sure you’d be more nervous

Ryo: That’s right. Kenken and Reon have an interview after this

Kenta: Yes

Reon: Kenta-san lent me a hand with preparing for it.

Miyuki: Eeh, didn’t I help you out too

Reon: Only thing you did was mock me!

Nayuta: Stop yapping. Let’s go

Epilogue

-------At the office

Magazine reporter: Let us begin the interview. This time it’s special on June brides.

Kenta: I’m looking forward to working with you

Reon: I’ll be, in your care

Magazine reporter: Recently, songs of rock bands are being more and more used as background music at weddings...

Magazine reporter: How would you feel about your own songs being used?

Kenta: I would be very appreciative of it.

Magazine reporter: There’s also a pattern where friends of the bride and groom form a cover band together to perform.

Magazine reporter: Have you ever considered performing at your own wedding?

Kenta: I wonder. I can’t say for sure until that time comes.

Kenta: I haven’t had a moment to consider it either.

Magazine reporter: Satozuka-san, is there an ideal partner that you have in mind for marriage?

Kenta: Perhaps this would be a boring answer, however….

Kenta: I’m charmed by the kind of person whose talent far excels that of mine.

Magazine reporter: I see….

Magazine reporter: What about you, Misono-san?

Reon: Uum… I haven’t actually thought about marriage yet

Reon: Someone that gives priority to the band is good. At any rate I’m too occupied with the band myself right now.

Reon: On the other hand, I don’t want the other to have regret in choosing me.

Kenta: Reon, that went pretty well didn’t it.

Reon: Y-you think so?

Kenta: Yes. Compared to when we practiced, these were all fine answers.

Kenta: As expected from a man that became a legend for having 11 girls confess their love to him.

Reon: What!?

Reon: Hold on a second! From who did you…!

Kenta: I fondly remember needing to apologize to the amount of people waiting outside of the livehouse.

Reon: Wha-, Kenta-san!

Kenta: Quite a different experience compared to the man who has been popular since forever.

Reon: Please spare me….!!

Notes

Some sort of semantics about destiny and fate. Fate has no choice, we play no part in molding it. Destiny has a choice, we actively shape it. The owner and both Reon talked about “being in the same boat” but the kanji differ: 運命共同体 and 一蓮托生. The former is about destiny, the latter about fate. Reon has said it before which is why Kenta points it out, and Reon explains that it’s not precisely that. Hope it makes sense!

#aaside #gyroaxia #reon misono #kenta satozuka #yuto goryo #miyuki sakaigawa

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anika-ann · 4 years

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A Cup of Truth (S.R)

Type: One-shot, a bit of coffee shop AU

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader Word Count: 3000

Summary: Your favourite pretty blond comes in every day to get a cup of good ol’ joe. You flirt on occasion; mostly you, because your suit of armour – which people boringly call an apron – and his smiles give you confidence.

When the band of dumb goons picks your damn workplace to attack, your confidence flies out of the window. Well. Good thing that the resident Avenger heroes save the day including the one in his all-American star-spangled glory.

Prompt: “You can’t mask that ass. I’d know it anywhere.” (Bold in the text)

Warnings: hostage situation, violence, non-consensual drug use/injected, hospitals, slightly crack-ish humour (?) and some fluff

A/N: For marvelcapsicle’s challenge. Thank you for letting me participate, darling, may you gain more and more sweet followers in the future ♥

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Here’s a thing: Steve Rogers had a lot of fight in him. Before or after injected with the serum, no matter his shirt size, no matter if he could swing his fists effectively or not, he would punch bullies in their face.

When it came to people close to his heart, that rule amplified tenfold. No one touched the people he cared for. And while he would not necessarily call all of them friends, he would go rabid should any harm come their way.

To be fair, the list of ‘his people’ who were still alive wasn’t long; he could almost count them on the fingers of one hand. Tony. Natasha. Clint. Thor. Bruce. Probably Fury. Really, his circle was a bit monotonous, people who could protect themselves just fine at most times, but simultaneously with high-risk job of being the first defence line for the world’s greatest threats.

And then there was you.

You, with your inviting smile whenever he appeared at your counter at the café he had discovered during his endless walks.

You, handing him a drink different to his usual ‘boring’ cup of joe once a week, because that was the deal you had offered and Steve, caught in his curiosity about today’s world and your adorable challenging expression, agreed.

You, with your pretty eyes, irises twinkling at his attempts at flirting, no matter how awkward and out-of-time they sounded, graciously returning the favour… if he was reading the situation right.

You, always grinning wide when discovering a doodle he had left on his napkin, taking it with you back to the counter.

You, blissfully unaware of his double life, genuine in your demeanour, dealing with plain old Steve Rogers, and perfectly safe; at least as safe as one could be on Manhattan.

You in a headlock, as five rogue SHIELD agents decided to crash into the café you worked at of all the damn places, choosing it with deadly precision and nearly driving the poor Captain America into a cardiac arrest.

Not that you had any idea your life mattered to the proclaimed Star-Spangled Man more than anyone else’s. You were the exception to the rule; you were the precious outsider Steve caught feelings for, the one that was not supposed to learn about his other persona for at least a while longer and sure as hell was not supposed to get herself in a mess like this one.

Steve stood frozen as Natasha had two men at gunpoint, Clint fighting another, the last one having been already knocked down by Steve himself. The only injured people were the few customers, scarce at the hour, and the employees; some bruises and insignificant bleeding wounds between all of them.

The worst problem still remained; Perez had his arm around your neck, visibly squeezing your windpipe at least partly if the colour of your face – one stained in tears and Steve could kill at the moment, kill with no remorse – was anything to go by.

He gripped his shield tighter, staring the man down with his jaw clenched and his heart beating its way out of his chest, the syringe at your carotid scaring him more than the reduced airflow to your lungs.

“It’s over, Perez! Let her- let the woman go,” Steve howled, knees slightly bend in posture allowing him to spring forward at any second, to throw his weapon, to punch the living daylight of the bastard that not only betrayed SHIELD, but put his hands on you.

Big, big mistake. He really shouldn’t have done that.

“I like her exactly where she is, Cap,” Perez snarled, a wicked smile on his bloody lips, only his eyes giving away a fraction of his fear. “Move and she gets a ticket straight to hell.”

Perez was outnumbered and he knew it; even if he managed to escape, they would find him easily with Tony Stark’s system of surveillance. Yet, he tightened his grip and with you involuntarily acting like a human shield for him, he started backing away, gaze flickering between the three present Avengers.

Natasha’s right arm twitched as if she wanted to shoot him on spot – but she didn’t want to risk leaving the other two without the threat of immediate death for even a second.

And then several things happened at once; Clint knocked his opponent down with the construction of his bow; Perez who saw it lost his nerve and swiftly slammed the needle into your neck, piercing your skin easily, as easily as Steve’s panicked shout ripped from his throat.

The next second, an arrow was sticking from Perez’ shoulder as he jerked back with a cry of pain and Clint put another arrow through his hand, adding one to his thigh for a good measure. Two gunshots sounded in the background, Natasha’s aim as unmistakable as ever.

Perez fell to the ground with a scream, not even reaching for the gun in his holster before Steve was there to knock him out with a brutal hit straight to his face with his vibranium shield. The crack sounding at the impact was like music to Steve’s ears, the blood spurting from Perez’ nose a pleasant visual.

Yet, it didn’t feel half as satisfactory as Steve hoped as you had stumbled and toppled over your own feet. He barely managed to slow down your fall, gloved palm shooting up under the spot between your shoulder blades, his other hand holding your shoulder. He supported your enfeebled weight as you practically lied over the unconscious man.

Steve didn’t bother paying attention to his surroundings, knowing that the noise around him was Romanoff and Barton apprehending the remaining thugs. Instead, his gaze scanned you head to toe, focusing on your face and neck when he couldn’t find any other injury.

You were pale, eyes misted, unfocused, skin worryingly cold to his touch.

“Hey-- hey! Can you hear me?” Steve demanded urgently, lightly patting your cheek.

At that, your pupils zeroed on him, wide with disbelief, and to his immense shock, a lazy smile spread on your lips.

“Steve?” you breathed out his name and blood crystalized in his veins, his heart, already panicking, speeding up. How did you know his name? Perhaps the drug, the whatever liquid in the syringe was taking effect and you were turning delirious? Shit, they needed a doctor-- “You’re the pretty blond. Steve. My flirty Steve… my hero. Everyone’s hero.”

Steve’s horror escalated with each word. Good news: you were still breathing and apparently quite lucid, even if your speech was more of a mumble. Bad news: his secret identity just blew up.

Luckily, he considered the good news much more important; and lucid he would like to keep you, so he shot Natasha and Clint a meaningful glare, wordlessly asking them to call help. He wasn’t sure whether it registered because both of the spies were staring at him wide-eyed as the woman in his arms just outed him like the café’s regular… one that flirted with her, no less.

Steve cleared his throat, focusing on his mission – to keep you talking. There was no much point in denying it, was it?

“Eh... yeah, it’s me. How-how did you know? I wear a mask-“

“Muscly… real muscly… and that ass,” you muttered and Steve nearly choked on his spit, certain that he just turned red all over, including the area you pointed out.

Wait, did that mean that you had been checking him out?

So not important right now.

“Oh, uhm- how are you feeling? We have to-“

“You can’t mask that ass. I’d know it anywhere,” you continued babbling as if you hadn’t heard him and Steve gulped, feeling his teammates, who still hadn’t called a doctor, what the actual hell- watching you with interest. ”…could bounce a penny off it… no, that ain’t right, a quarter off of it, that’s it… Dream of it sometimes… biting-“

Clint coughed loudly to cover his laughter, finally springing into action after that uncomfortable remark that gave Steve quite a visual he wasn’t sure how he felt about just yet.

“Alright, as amusing as this is, we should get her some medical attention…”

Steve only took his eyes off of you for a moment, shooting Barton a look that screamed ‘You think?!’

“I want to touch it… please lemme touch it—just once,” you pleaded quietly, swaying even in your practically horizontal position, straining your neck to catch a glimpse of the object of your interest. “The best I’ve even seen-“

“I think it’s ethanol she got injected with…” Natasha announced, sniffing the syringe with disgust in her voice. “High concentration.”

And Steve felt like he just got hit by Thor’s hammer… in his head. Seriously?

“…alcohol?” he asked, dumbstruck and utterly relieved, the heavy weight in his stomach lifting a bit. “You think she’s merely… drunk?”

“Well, alcohol straight to the bloodstream is seriously nasty on its own, S-“

“Alcohol nasty, yesss. And this really hurts,” your voice interrupted Natasha and Steve’s heart clenched uncomfortably when the surprised grimace appeared on your face, your eyes indeed clouding in pain, looking up at him, doe-eyed, so vulnerable and trusting.

“Hey, no sad Steeb! Your eyes pretty too. Little pictures you draw… so suuuper cute. I like your hair. You came in the day, wind blew, so messy-- like bed hair, wanna try top that-- I betcha I can do better-“

“Sounds drunk enough to you?” Natasha hummed casually and Steve didn’t even have to look at her to know she was smirking, while he was both fretting over your state and blushing to the roots of his hair because of your blunt compliments and unfiltered fantasies.

You turned your head slowly to Nat as she spoke, a crooked grin curling up your lips. “Hey, you’re pretty too-“

Much to Steve’s annoyance, the Russian spy had the audacity to chuckle and wink at you.

“Why thank you-“

“But prefer blonds,” you babbled again, lowering your voice conspiratorially. “He’s real nice. His biceps are like… huge. Bigger than my head-- ow, my head… spi-spinning- I think-? Whoa— oh… “

Steve called out your name in panic as you went limp in his arms, your body pliant, folding like a house of cards.

“I like her,” Clint noted as he jogged to Steve’s side, kneeling to take your pulse on the unharmed carotid with a furrow to his brows. “The medics are on their way, she’ll hold on until then.”

Steve sighed in relief when Clint nodded in affirmation again, feeling your heart still beating.

Steve’s grip on your tightened, hand sliding behind your head to cradle it gently rather than letting it dangle in such unnatural angle. He manoeuvred it so your cheek rested against his chest, his newly free hand sneaking under your knees so he could lift you with ease as he stood up.

“Nice, Rogers. Keep going like this, squads with weights, and you’ll keep that exceptional ass of yours in shape,” Natasha teased him, but when he turned to glare at her, she gave him a soft smile and beckoned towards your nearly motionless body. “She’ll be okay. Let’s go get her some help.”

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Your head was pounding. The right side of your neck was itchy as hell and felt extremely stiff. The beeping sounding in your ears was a thing from nightmares, echoing in your aching skull.

You felt like shit and honestly, you could cry when you tried to open your eyes and the sharp light hit them, making you swiftly close them again.

A realization slowly crept at you that there was a presence of an intrusive smell too, making you want to puke— or was that just the brutal hangover? Because you felt unbelievably hungover on top of everything. The world seemed to be spinning even behind your closed eyelids and you couldn’t but groan, deciding to only curse the universe mentally since your throat resembled a Sahara Desert.

“Oh, hey gorgeous,” a female voice greeted you from your left and you snapped your eyes open with a startle, staring with shock at the beautiful redhead sitting by your bedside.

For few long seconds, you wondered if you died and went to heaven, because there was a non-descript angelic-like creature watching over you. You quickly brushed that thought aside, because there was no way Heaven looked like a hospital room and provided you with such shitty sensations attacking your poor body.

So you asked the only logical question, ignoring the dryness of your mouth which soon cause you to cough.

“…who are you?”

A plastic cup with a heavenly cold liquid landed in front of you, the straw sticking from it directed to your lips as the stunning woman frowned discontentedly.

“Oh, you don’t remember?” she asked, seemingly hurt. “My heart is breaking! You told me I was pretty.”

You blinked slowly, finally adjusting to the light, finally able to talk without pain (that much pain, that was) and your head started pounding some more, embarrassment filling every fibre of your being.

What the- oh god, you had really got drunk, hadn’t you, and now you had a total blackout on what you had been up to in your questionable state.

“Eeeer… I did? I mean, you are… but-“

“But you prefer blonds, yeah, I know,” the mysterious woman finished your sentence to her liking and your eyes went wide. How did she- and who was she again, sitting in your hospital room like that? Had you really got so smashed that you didn’t remember her when you should have? When had you met? Shit, your mind was so foggy… “And you think Steve’s a bit prettier. And his ass is the best you’ve ever seen, so I get it…”

“The hell?!” you squealed in utter horror, sitting up straight as the words registered, a flash of blue, red and white flickering in the back of your mind, followed by a sharp stung in your temples. A nauseatingly strong pain resembling an intense cramp – only like ten times worse – shot up your neck as you moved so quickly, ripping a startled yelp from your throat.

A hazy image of the café you worked at blended into a picture Steve’s beautiful eyes – did this woman know your regular, your handsome flirty blond regular? –, sensation of gentle hands cradling your jaw, a sting in your neck—

“You need to be careful with how much you move. Your neck took quite a hit, they had to perform a surgery on you, you got a transfusion. They worried about your brain too. They’ve been monitoring you for four days now and this is the first time you’re awake,” your stranger explained patiently, voice full of compassion.

Your hand involuntarily rose to massage the incriminated place, still unsure of what the woman was talking about, the images in your brain confusing the hell out of you. You still had no idea who she was, but her face was starting to feel a bit familiar – you assumed that whatever had happened, she had been there too, possibly helping you.

And there was something in her green eyes, cautious yet somewhat calming, making it easy to trust her for some inexplicable reason.

“Steve’s gonna be pissed at me for missing it,” she added and grinned. “I made him leave to take care of himself before he could actually start taking roots in here. He’s been worried too. A lot.”

The amount of question marks in your head just doubled, but at the same time, your heart fluttered. Steve had visited you? Often, apparently? That was really, really sweet of him. The thought of him guarding you – and didn’t he have a physique of a bodyguard, once mentioning he was in private security when asked –, brought a dreamy smile to your face.

Perhaps it wasn’t only about flirting for him either…?

“Keep looking so lovestruck and I might forgive him that he hasn’t mention you before. Though I guess I can’t blame him, wanting to keep— anyway. I’m Natasha. Nice to meet you,” she extended her hand towards you at last and you automatically accepted it, telling her your name in return.

Even though that was probably beside the point seeing as she had been found at your bedside in a hospital.

“Hi, Natasha. Nice to meet you too… I think.”

The redhead burst out into a quiet laughter at your hesitance. “Fair enough. After Steve comes back and explains what exactly happened – because it’s not quite my place to tell you –, call me back for the good details. It’s fun to make him blush.”

Despite just only having met this woman, you decided that you kinda liked her and nodded in acceptance of her offer. Steve might be sweet – perhaps even sweet on you it seemed – but some harmless teasing could never hurt. Not when it apparently had something to do with his glorious ass.

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Here’s a thing: Steve Rogers had a lot of fight in him. Before injected with the serum or after, no matter his shirt size, no matter if he could swing his fists effectively or not, he would fight for what mattered.

His teammates and friends certainly fell into the category. The somewhat relationship he had been trying to build with you was right there with them, definitely worth fighting for.

So, after revealing his identity – an action which become inevitable at that point, really – he had a delicate confession to make and a bold question to ask in an almost shy voice. He still asked it, because he would be damned if he gave up on you.

You said yes, your confession about certain harboured feelings matching his.

You said yes, you would like to go out with him very much, because you liked him too.

And no, it wasn’t just because he owned the best backside you had ever seen. Steve Rogers was, according to you, quite memorable and worth fighting for in general too.

(Steve, over time, might have developed a bit of a love-hate relationship with the fact you were getting along with Natasha so well. It was good news and bad news at the same time, seeing as it often resulted in the two of you teaming up against him. Once again, the good news won him over… because he simply loved how easily you fit into his world and how surprisingly well he fit into yours.)

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Thank you for reading :-*

It’s once a again a bit different from my usual writing; it’s short (like wtf me? short?) and it’s with a quote that is hard to do justice to... so I hope you liked it at leats a bit. Feedback always appreciated :-*

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mimithings97 · 4 years

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Champagne, Chandeliers, and Thigh High Slits (M) - KTH

Based on my Drabbles Game!!!

Summary: Taehyung loves expensive things. Taehyung loves expensive things on you even more. But his undeniable favourite thing is corrupting you, filthily and wholly. Based on the anonymous drabble requests:

#9 “here, lemme clean you up”

#13 “there? you want it there?”

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Marriage and Babies

Warnings: Unprotected sex, Mentions of conception, Fingering, Anal Play (m. receiving), Alcohol consumption, Licking, Dry Humping, Taehyung worshipping his wife, Taehyung worshipping babies

Taehyung had voiced his concern about the slit in your dress. A concern over how many eyes other than his would ogle the sensitive part of your leg he wish he had left a mark on last night. A little more concern about the fact that among the tuxedos and floor length gowns, the chandeliers and the champagne, among his prestigious colleagues - all of whom thought highly of him, for that matter - that his own black slacks didn’t have the sufficient protection for how his dick was god-forbiddingly hard. And he had an impressive length to say the least.

But maybe, in hindsight, he enjoyed it. Fuck, no, he knew he enjoyed it or he wouldn’t have gone commando tonight. He wouldn’t be standing on the covered side of you, because maybe, just maybe, he wanted these fuckers to ogle. You’re a temptress, but there’s only one person who’s taking the dress off you tonight and that constant reminder leaves him shuffling in his seat and rearranging.

“Who’s that?” You had that alluring kind of silk in your voice. But it was natural, a natural soft spoken way to you that was like a siren call and no matter the situation, the place, the time, the appropriateness, he’d drop all there is in that moment to hear you out. A temptress indeed.

“Who’s who, babe?” He follows the direction you nod, expensive table arrangements marring his view, but not enough that the red hair of the woman opposite the both of you isn’t visible.

“The woman next to Kang, red hair, black dress.” He watches the way you eye her. But it’s easy to be distracted by you. The other woman’s red hair does nothing to rival how red looks on your lips. Your sinful lips. His eyes could trace all day the way they smile, his lips could feel all day the way they move, his dick could stay hard all day the way they work over him in the privacy of each other’s company.

“She’s stunning.” And he’s lost. Stunningly lost in you as all the ricochets of golden light fall onto you and your form and your hair and your chest.

“Mmm, yeah, stunning.” But he doesn’t mean it in the way of his bosses girlfriend with the red hair. He means it in the way of his own wife, the subject of all his compliments and all his adoration. You know that enough that when you look at him there is no zeal to your expression, no jealousy contorting your brow, just an equally unspoken trust. That and love.

“I probably should’ve worn black. I feel spoilt by the way I’m being looked at.”

His eyes flit to the gleam of your breasts.

“Gold suits you and they know it.”

“And you?” A hand unconsciously finds yours under the table, fingers dangling through one anothers, “Do you know it?”

He almost laughs under his breath at the notion you had no effect on him, but his eyes cast down fast to that slit once again, honey skin trailing just underneath the gold that hides your modesty. The higher his eyes go, the more they drink you in, the harder his grip becomes in your hand. His fingers don’t play anymore, because they have a destination, dragging your palm in and over the black of his trousers and onto his boner. He’d moan if you weren’t looking so damn pleased with yourself.

“Of course I know it.”

“How much?”

“Y/N-”

“This much?” You’re hands are no longer delicate. They’re firm, they’re bold and they wrap around his shape with ease because of the way he skipped his underwear tonight. He doesn’t know whether it was the best idea he’s ever had or whether he’s going to cum in three seconds and lose business with the regulars he rented tuxes from.

Taehyung finds himself devoid from the reality of where he is. There’s little hope of his catching up on pleasantries with those around the table anyways, not when they all knew he was here for you and you only. To show you off, to dress you up, to have you defile him in front of his coworkers. It’s what he wanted and it’s where is now, groaning and fluttering his eyelids.

“Refill ma’am?” Your hand quickly slots away and finds purchase in his palm again. Innocent. Less explicit kind of territory.

The waiter stands guarded behind you, bottle, half full and brandished in one hand whilst the other nestles behind his back. Taehyung never understood shit like this. Just slouch, pour her champagne and fuck off. He understands it even less when you’re nod ensues the man to place a bold hand on the back of your chair, to lean over you with little discrepancy and allow his eyes to drift further into your cleavage than even Taehyung himself has seen tonight.

And then he fucks it.

“Shit- I me- ma’am I’m so sorry,” he’s frantic, retracting his hands and his eyes and dares to grab your napkin as if he’s going to pat down your thigh as an apology.

“It’s ok-”

He knows you won’t fend the waiter off himself, so he speaks up.

“Mate, it’s good, we got this.”

Taehyung wasn’t a dick, in fact he prided himself on his patience and his ability to keep anger at bay. So, he won’t have a fit for the waiter with both eyes for his wife and hands incapable of pouring champagne correctly. Maybe he’ll even thank him, when he gets to lick it off you later.

“Sir, I’m sorry.”

“Honestly, we’re good.” It’s Taehyung’s way of saying fuck off, and he knows you’re thankful for not making any more of a scene, because you hate confrontation. You’re too kind to the world and he loves that.

He might just love even more, though, the fact that from thigh to ankle, you’re wet with spilt liquid. Tanned skin gleaming from where the champagne fell.

“I guess someone didn’t like the gold.” You pat yourself, napkin soaking up what isn’t in you glass, but smiling all the same.

“Baby,” Taehyung deadpans, “I think he liked the gold a little too much.”

He watches you’re attempted salvage job, but the dress is silk, expesive and made of silk and the marks beginning to spread through the material don’t seem to be recovering.

“Well shit, I’m gonna run to the bathroom, see if I can do something about this.”

But Taehyung is up before you, pulling the napkin out of your hands and taking one hand for himself. You’d expect him to excuse you from the table but the conversations are clearly more exciting than your spectacle with the way no one passes you a look of curiosity. It’s enough to garner you following him, a little urgent, but it makes you smile unabashed.

Rich had never been your thing, but Taehyung said rich suited you. The attention it sought for, the way it brought hierarchy, you hated it. Except, your husband loves how it looks on you. Specifically, the way your curves adorn gold Dior, under the expensive lights of a bathroom and with the even more expensive glimmer of a diamond on your finger.

He presses a kiss to it, the cold of the band next to the heat of your finger.

“Tae.”

His tongue purchases on it’s underside now, striping up it with his tongue, and fuck, you taste of champagne and his cologne.

“Tae.”

“Here,” he sits you on the marble counter, trusting in the expensiveness of the venue to make this place clean. You’re dress is the next thing lifted, the slit allowing an opportunity for his coarse fingers to run trails between your thighs. “Lemme clean you up.”

You’re in a bathroom, with a perfectly good and working sink to your left, towels on a rail in the corner, but your husband never had a way of making things easy. His methods were a little more… adventurous.

So he’s careful, but strong with his tongue, and you’re soft but fucking delicious in his mouth.

“Taee,” it makes him harder when you say it like that. So he continues his job, tasting your skin in all it’s wet glory and letting his hands draft into yours on the counter. He wants to take it slow and drain you of your ability to hold back your pleading, but he’s wanted you since the taxi journey here, and he fears he’s gonna be the one begging if he doesn’t get your pussy soon.

“Where d’you want me baby?”

“There,” you’re quick to move you’re entwined hands to between you legs, moulding his fingers in a way he knows you want them deep and you want them there quick. So he pulls the thin fabric aside, silk also, gold also, and he really wants to moan to you about your golden pussy. But you moan for him instead.

“There? You want it there?” He’s still on his haunches, under you as though he’s worshipping, and fuck, he might just be, with the way you’ve let you hair down from its up-do and the shoulder of your dress slip south. He plays with your entrance, whilst mapping your body with his eyes, gauging your reaction even though he knows exactly where and how you like it.

“Mmm,” but he stands to kiss you when you bite your lip.

Your knees meets his crotch and it’s enough to have him pull away his index from it’s circling and plunge two fingers inside you. And you’re warm and ready. But not ready enough to stop the moan.

“Tell me you like it.” Faster and harder, but you bite your lip again.

“Fuck.”

“You like it when I fuck you with my fingers?”

He’s answered by a clunk when you’re head hits the mirror behind you, your hand now the only thing stopping you from your screams of guilt. Taehyung won’t have it, though. He won’t have you bite into your soft palm and he won’t have your moans muffled. Not when he feels like he could cum himself as he angles his hips to your outstretched leg.

He now congratulates himself on the lack of boxers, because fuck he’s hard, and fuck is friction good.

Taehyung, since meeting you has taught himself to be harsh with words, mumbling in his sexed state all the pure dirt he could, because he could never be harsh on your body. Sometimes you’d use it to your advantage and have you way with him, rough, unadultered, so he was yours entirely. But sometimes you just liked the way he was slow with you. Finding every place in your body that had your head thrown back like it was now, your body moving on it’s own because you want more, more and so much fucking more. And in these moments when he strings your body like a harp, all he wants is for you to tell him you love him. Call you both soft, but Taehyung has a way of turning filthy moan into a serenading song.

So he pleads.

“Tell me, baby. I need it”

Without much thought, your palm is released from it’s vice in your mouth and it finds the back of his neck, so confessions can be whispered or whimpered closer.

“Fuck, I love it Tae. So good, so fucking good.”

“Yeah?”

His thumb finds your clit and it’s not shy in the pressure it exerts. Neither are his fingers. Neither is his stare. Because he no longer seeks out the approval for his actions in your eyes, but watches, hungry, ravenous, at the way your pussy eats his fingers, attached and wet. So fucking wet.

The sight is enough to make a man expire. And whilst the trousers he adorns are cheap, they still have to be handed back to the rental. So, no, he’s not cumming in his pants tonight.

“Taee,” your whine is breathy but high and pleading enough he’s fast in undoing his zipper and faster at finding his length, especially without the barrier of another layer of clothing. He’ll pat himself on the back later for sure, but right now, his wife is still writhing, on the brink and pussy in full view along with the taste of champagne.

“I’ve got you, Y/N, fuck,” hard and desperate, and it’s clear from him tone of voice. But he also can’t feign his love for your lips on his when you pull him in. It’s not rough, but it’s not gentle. It’s soft yet loaded. It’s memory muscle and tongue intertwined with tongue, because he loves your lips and knows how to savour them.

“I’m so hard, baby, please.”

You shuffle forwards as an invitation, heels wrapped to his thighs and he feels you wet against his tip now. But he doesn’t enter because your hand meets his abdomen, a soft demand that causes him to wait, despite the pulsing.

“Tae.”

“Mmm,” your lips are touching, breathing together, so close from him being inside you that his tongue swipes your lip subconsciously.

“I did something yesterday.”

It’s enough of a loaded statement to garner the tensing of his abs.

“Okayy?”

“You’ve been speaking about something recently and it had me thinking.” You sound breathy and nervous, and he mirrors the sentiment of that, because he hates when you’re scared. “You just have to know before we do this... in case.”

“You’re being cryptic.”

Yet you smile, and maybe Taehyung should be at ease but he’s not.

“Tae?”

“Mmm,” he repeats.

“I had the doctor take out my IUD. I didn’t want it anymore when we spoke to your mum about it the other day.” He stays tense, shell shocked, and wants to speak up but the mouth runs dry at the most inappropriate times. “Baby, is this what you want?”

And he scoffs, maybe laughs, maybe he’s crying, he’s not sure but he’s so far in your embrace and in your words that he nods.

“I’m not ovulating, and it might take some time, but I wanted to give it a go and-”

“Oh my god, I want this so bad.” He kisses you once, then again, and then keeps doing it until he pushes inside of you. It’s relieving to his biology but it’s 2 years of marriage, love, companionship, friendship, and waiting, mostly waiting, that has him moaning once he’s inside you. It’s a courtship, a proposal, a wedding, it’s the living together, talking about getting a dog, getting a dog, talking about babies, and now… fuck... trying for babies.

It’s the only thing he’s ever wanted on parallel to you.

So he kisses you again.

“Holy shit do I love you.”

You laugh and moan and laugh and moan again. He’s lodged far in you, struggling to find a rhythm from the way you tighten at each gleeful exhale.

“Baby, please relax, so I don’t cum straight away. Please.”

It’s hard to, though. Relax, that is. The prospect of the future paints over the lustful feeling of sex, and brings a nervous excitement, something that makes you smile and then moan and then smile and then moan.

“Y/N, fuck, hold up a little for me.”

But you don’t let him pull out to slow his movements down, the angle allowing your hands to reach his buttocks, push him into you, your hips an angle that you can cant up into him and you lips around his so you can moan and he can moan together.

“Tae.”

“Mmm. Fuck.”

You gasp. “There.”

“There?”

He hits it again, so you repeat yourself over and over. And then one of your thumbs finds his rim, it’s raw and dry and painful, but nothing is going to detach him from your movements. He finds pleasure it instead, becoming the one calling out to you.

“Fuck Y/N, keep going. I have to cum. I need to cum.”

“There?” His own words spoken back to him, but he confirms with a moan, a cry, even, and a piston to his hips like he has never had before.

“Tae, I’ll cum.”

You’re pulsing around him, and you’re also deep inside him behind, his own thrusts helping in the way of your finger sinking beneath the rimmed skin. And it’s all at once that it builds, hard enough for him to choke and have his neck fall limp on your shoulder.

“Urghh- baby please- I- fuck.”

“Cum hard for me.”

It’s the words, the implications of the words, and the feeling of you cumming around him that sets every fibre of his body on the hottest fire he’s ever experienced.

“Don’t stop.” But it’s him telling you. Telling you not to stop cumming because he wants you in an equal and better euphoria to him.

“Ahh,” he still fights through thrusts.

“I’m still cumming, fuckkk.”

He’s quaking, knees tired and teeth close to drawing blood on your shoulder. It scares him he almost hurt you so once his balls are empty his teeth release and make way for his lips, soothing on the burn of your skin.

The reality of earth falls quick and hard around both of you, and there’s no such thing as post orgasm when all Tae can think about is his cum. In you. Deep. And without a barrier.

“Y/N, what the fuck.”

“I know, I’ve never cum so hard.”

“You’re serious that you could be pregnant. Right now. Like right now, right now.”

Your eyes gleam, a little embarrassed but mostly trying to find the sentiment behind his reaction. You know this is what he wants, wholeheartedly, and fully, but it’s still a scary thought that children in a marriage can spell rejection.

“Yeh. The doctor said a low chance, but it’s still a chance.”

He’s still inside you, and still a little hard at that. But he squeals, unadulteredly squeals and embraces you.

“Don’t care. I’ll fuck you now, later, tomorrow morning, tomorrow afternoon,” his eyes glint with salty water and you’re smiling too much that yours do too, “imma get you pregnant and we’ll come back next Christmas, with a better dress, that’s even shinier, so every can see you, and our baby, and oh my fuck! Do you know how happy you make me?”

You let him monologue, find his inner happiness in his scenario, because maybe it won’t be a scenario at all. Maybe he’s yours. But just, now, in the shared sense of the word.

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nikosomething · 3 years

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Hi, bias swap partner!!!💕💕💕Do you wanna maybe... share some five random facts about yourself so I could get to know you better? 🥺️🥺️

AVY! AN ASK! I AM EXCITED! I get so few asks, this feels like christmas! <3

Sure! I will happily share five random facts about myself! Lemme think hmmmm

1) I am studying Korean! I started last October. I wasn't even into K-Pop back then, I just really wanted to study another language. I have been wanting to do that for years, actually. Japanese, Mandarin and Korean were the finalists. In the end I went with Korean as it has an alphabet. I mean Japanese has, too, but they mainly use Kanji. Now I feel very lucky because I fell into the K-Pop paradise and hopefully in the future I will be good to go without needing subtitles!

2) I have long hair. I used to think my hair wouldn't grow long and now it reaches my waist. I was surprised to hear that when people try to describe my appearance the first thing that comes to mind is my long hair hahaha It's ginger with a mint streak <3

3) I am currently working on an Idol Story / Comic about a trainee who wants to debut. I hope people will like it, but it's so difficult to establish your own creations when there are already so many lovable people/characters and great stories out there. I will still continue working on it and maybe some folks will warm up to it <3

4) Hoshi is actually the only bias I have. I usually can't do that at all, I also don't really have any favourite anything, it's a huge exception for me to favour sth or someone over sth or someone else xD I stan many groups but Hoshi is the only one that managed to make me call him my bias. I am still ot13 for seventeen, too. They are all so precious. I am always otAmountOfBandMembers because I think each member has their incomparable value and makes the band what it is <3

5) I love strawberry juice with camomille ice cubes. The camomille ice cubes were an accident. But it's one of the best accidents I ever had. Very very tasty.

How about you? <3 I would love to read 5 Random Facts about you <3!!

#niko converses #svtbiasswap #random facts #Avy <3

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aw-eather · 4 years

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Heather Watches Stargate SG1: Upgrades

I have some rare time off and deicded I would like to spend it writing another post because its been a long time and I love this show and it’ll help me be less stressed about life and work! We all love Upgrades so I thought this could be a fun one to do today! I also just love how much you guys enjoy these posts so thank you for being wonderful As always, I’ll almost defienitly swear so consider yourself warned.

Nice shot of the gate

SAM’S HAIR

SHE’S SO CUTE

Tok’ra are starting to annoy Jack and honestly same

“Don’t get me wrong Carter, your dads great, love him like a brother”

What about a father in law???

just a thought

Boys stop gagging over a pretty girl

Ew Daniel thats so gross

“Looks like trouble to me” ew

Sam’s fucking face

She’s so C U T E

Daniel stop flirting with every woman you meet

Anise annoys me tbh

Sorry not sorry

No shit Daniel

Jack is judging SO HARD

I’m actually a fan of the caterpillar on Teal’c’s face.

I genuienly don’t hate it

Of course it doesn’t work on the Tok’ra.

Why would anything

Wow Anise you seem awfully suspicious with how desparate you are to get those bands on our space babies...

Sorry Sam is so beautiful

like SO BEAUTIFUL

CREDITS

They’re so boring this season no offence

END CREDITS

JANET

she looks so fucking good omg

her HAIR

Anise go HOME you’re so ANNOYING

Jack’s neck I-

Jack and Teal’c fighting is cute

I love their friendship

aw poor Teal’c

he’s out cold

Jacks hair is messy and cute

Janet is not impressed at all

“I’m sorry”

“no you are not”

“You’re right about that!

fucking Jack making a comment about his strength and Janet’s face I love them

Jack reading super fast and Daniel not being able too is hilarioius to me

Mostly because I dislike Daniel

Lol “want me to read it to you?”

Sam sitting in the dark

Janet visiting her with her messy hair and looking so cute and wonderful

I love her

lemme protect her

she’ll need it

Sam, I don’t trust Anise

Jack chil you’re gonna break the machine

that fucking beanie

i hate it

Jack broke the ball

I’m quiet during this scene because I Do Not Care TM about Daniel and Anise

Janet looks so annoyed

and I don’t blame her

I agree with Janet

take them off

ah but they can’t

janet and hammond are ready to slap anise and I’m HERE FOR IT

Jack might not be concerned Teal’c, but I am

jack what did that punching bag ever do to you, you dork

SAm is WRITING a BOOK with her new found power I hate her

Sam and Janet are beautiful

and their friendship could have been beautiful

if TPTB knew how to write decent women

“its just so damn exciting sir” I love him

poor Siler omg

why is it always him

can’t he catch a break

aw they’re all locked up

Steak.

THEY’RE BREAKING OUT

FUCK SHE LOOKS GOOD

LIKE SO GOOD

AND THEY’RE BOTH WEARING LEATHER JACKETS

THEY LOOK SO GOOOD

FRENCH FRIES INSTEAD OF POTATOES

I LIKE THE TASTE BETTER

SAM STOP

YOU’RE TOO MUCH

MY TINY COLD HEART CANNOT TAKE IT

defying a direct order but who cares

Jack there is a large, huge MASSIVE difference between steak and earth

the story about that shot with the pool is always funny to me

JACK LOOKS GOOD

SO GOOD

WITH HIS HANDS IN HIS POCKETS AND THE LEATHER AND THE GREY AND I-

he is a geek

Daniel don’t do it

oh he did it

Sam’s even telling him not to do it

bloody hell

can we have a chat about how hot Jack and Sam are?

Not make them stupid lol

they were already stupid, Hammond

they’re space babies

they’re looking so sory for themselves

no you can’t Daniel

VERY HUNGRY SIR

more of a scuffle sir

ACTUALLY IT WAS YOUR IDEA... SIR

the fucking sass

the FUCKING S A S S

ugh

UGH

I AM SO SICK OF ANISE

bitch you brought those arm bands there so they could do stuff for you

the Tok’ra are always out for themselves and no one else

they barely do anything to help the taur’i and it pisses me off

Sam looks so cute

Hammond, every mission is a suicide mission

sam is SO CUTE

HER HAND-

SORRY

SHE’S REALLY HOT

AND ADORABLE

I WANNA PROTECT HER

Thta was a lot of science talk

aww the little hat

so CUTE

look at em go

kicking jaffa butt

speeding around the place

HER HAIR

I CANNOT STAND HER

SHE’S SO CUTE

wow thats a big ship

arm band is no longer working

surprise surprise it happens in the middle of an important mission

oh Hammond is MAD MAD

Anise and you can bugger off

Janet’s face is like “did this bitch really just say what I think she just said”

NO SAM

JACK NO

OH BOY

OOOOOOHHHH BOOOOOYYYYY

FAM I HATE THEM AND I LOVE THEM

THIS IS HONESTLY HEART BREAKING

BECAUSE THEY OLY NOW REALISE HOW IN LOVE THEY ARE

FUCK OFF

I LOVE THEM AND I HATE THEM

BUT I LOVE THEM MORE

i got a new computer today and the SOUND QUALITY IS SO MUCH BETTER

Aw Sam woke up first

lol he wakes up funny

he’s gonna do anything he can to help her

“you gotta get out of here sir”

“so do you”

STOP IT YOU LOVE STRUCK NERDS

RUN BABIES RUN

GET YO ASES OUT OF THERE

Look at that little jump over the rock

they’re in soooo much trouble

the fact these space babies didn’t get court marshalled a mllion times still shocks me

ouch

that had to hurt

nice camera work

I AM VERY WELL GENERAL HAMMOND

lol

i fuking love Teal’c

what a sweetheart

i love him

could be a little less sarcastic to the Tok’ra Jack

I hate them as much as you do but no need to make things worse for yoruself

this is why they never help you

cause you are sassy to them

Final Thoughts:

I love this episode

I love the silly space babies

I love Sam and Jack’s outfits when they go for steak

I love Sam’s hair

A lot

I love Sam in red

its a good colour for her

I genuienly hate the Tok’ra

they’re useless

Jacob is ok

Martouf is mostly ok

the rest kinda suck tbh

Janet Deserved Better

all in all its a fun episode and I love it and it gives me the giggles which is what we all need right now

So tell me, beautiful people, what is our favourite moment from Upgrades? Lemme know and thanks for reading!

#Stargate SG1 #SG1 #SG1: Upgrades #Samantha Carter #Jack O'Neill #Teal'c #Daniel Jackson #Janet Fraiser #George Hammond #Amanda Tapping #ATapps #Richard Dean Anderson #RDA #Christopher Judge #Teryl Rotherly #Michael Shanks #Heather Watches #Mudblood and proud watches

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misswildfire · 4 years

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Imagine if you got injured defending your crush

This one stemmed from the idea of Reader is hanging out with their turtle crush and gets injured trying to defend them. What will be the boys reactions? Lemme know what you think!

You couldn’t help the big smile that had been on your face for the last 10 minutes. Your favourite turtle had dropped by your apartment after patrol, wanting to hang out. While you loved hanging out with all the boys, it wasn’t often you got to hang out with your crush one on one. Since the weather was nice for once, you decided to hang out on your roof. Despite their protests of it being late, you didn’t mind, you were a night owl anyway, and what’s a little lost sleep if it meant you got uninterrupted time with your crush? It was one you were never likely to act upon, valuing their friendship too much to risk making things awkward if they didn’t return your affections in the same way. So you kept it to yourself, looking forward to those brief moments you could spend time with them. It didn’t matter, tonight was perfect anyway.

You shouldn’t have tempted fate. Or the universe. Or was it luck? You thought to yourself as you watched your favourite turtle take a defensive position in front of you. Several purple dragons had dropped down onto your roof weapons out. Apparently it had been too much to ask to have some alone time with your favourite guy.

You watched as he moved with ease and grace, quickly dealing with any Purple Dragon who was stupid enough to get too close. His attention was split between the enemy and defending you, so he didn’t notice a Purple Dragon sliding onto the roof, having climbed up the side of the building and approaching from the turtles blind spot behind him. The blood in your veins turning ice cold, you realize what would happen if you didn’t do anything. Not wanting to shout and risk distracting him and giving the Purple Dragons an opening to do further damage or injury, you did the only thing that made sense at the time. You charged the offending Purple Dragon hoping to distract him enough or shove him off the roof or something. You weren’t really sure what your plan was, all you knew is that the idea of your turtle getting hurt because of you was not acceptable in your books.

Your plan, or lack there of, quickly backfired on you when the Purple Dragon, having some martial arts training where you had none, repelled your advanced, shoving you to the ground harshly. Your lack of training really became evident when you landed badly on your wrist, not being able to stop the scream of pain that ripped free.

Leo

A quick glance your way showed him that you weren’t bleeding, and didn’t need immediate attention. His grip on his katanas tightening, his awareness focused down to his enemies, taking them out swiftly with ice cold efficiency. He always practiced the belief of trying to use non lethal means, to check his strength as to not cause injuries more than strictly necessary. All that went out the window though the moment they laid hands on you.

A small part of him felt exhilarated at not having to hold back his strength with the humans and he relished it for a brief moment as he took the rest of the Purple Dragons out. When the last one fell to the ground, the light fading from his eyes, Leo sheathed his swords, quickly making his way over to you. Not wanting to remain in case more enemies came, he scooped you up and quickly moved out of the area. He wouldn’t risk you getting hurt again. Once he felt that you were both a safe enough distance away, he put you down on your feet and began examining your arm. It wasn’t until he heard you call his name softly that he realized he had been silent the entire time. He only had one question on his mind. “Why?”

“Because I couldn’t stand the idea of you getting hurt, especially because of me,” you reply softly. The blue banded turtle shakes his head. His scales and shell provided him with protection that you did not have, and he has years of training to know how to handle situations like this. You however, had been reckless and had been hurt because of it. “It looks like neither of us like seeing the other hurt.” His heart soared at the idea, did she return his affections with the same fervour? There was only one way to find out. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to yours, smiling when you shyly returned his kiss. Perhaps he should be thanking the Purple Dragons for tonight. They had given him a quite wonderful gift.

Raph

Looking back on it later, Raph supposes he’s never felt as much anger as he did in that moment. It exploded out of him, forcing him into a punishing pace. Forget checking his strength, he was trying to hit them with as much force as he could. How dare they hurt you. They would pay for their sins. If the Purple Dragons had any sort of medical coverage, it would quickly be maxed out by the end of the night with all the injuries he was leaving...if they were even alive. He wasn’t checking and nor did he care at this point, his anger forcing his attention to one thing: eradicate the enemy.

His breath coming in harsh pants, he stood there for a moment surveying the area as the last visible Purple Dragon dropped at his feet. Making sure there were no others, he turned, sheathing his weapons in his belt. Dropping down beside you, he quickly gathered you in his arms, mindful of the arm you had fallen on. “Are you alright?” his eyes quickly roam your body, needing to make sure you hadn’t been injured anywhere else.

“I’m fine,” you reply, trying to smile through the pain. You didn’t think anything was broken, to which Don would later confirm. He nods before standing up and making a hasty retreat. He didn’t want to take any chances that more Purple Dragons would show up. He kept moving until they were in the sewers, away from prying eyes before he allowed you to stand on your own. He stayed close, his hand hovering nearby, his desire to make sure that you were okay strongly warring with his fear of ever accidentally hurting you with his strength. You were so small and fragile compared to him.

“What were you thinking out there?” He demanded, anger and fear bleeding into his words, giving them a bite he didn’t really mean. You had been reckless and had been lucky you hadn’t been hurt worse. “You could have been killed! What would I have done then?”

You try not to let the anger in his voice affect you, you know he’s acting this way because he’s scared and angry. At the same time, you aren’t going to back down either. You had made the right choice and would do it again in a heart beat. “And what do you think I’d do if you were killed or hurt, huh? Did you think of that?”

It was as time stood still, both of you silently looking at the other, the only noise that could be heard was both of your breaths, ragged and harsh. The moment shattered as Raph roughly pulled you do him, his lips crashing down on yours, claiming your lips in brutal kiss. Maybe this injury had been more worth it than you had originally thought. Winding your arms around his neck, you try and pull yourself closer, never wanting his lips to leave yours.

Don

His mind has always been a chaotic place, many different thoughts going at the same time, working on a project, or developing a new theory. Rarely is it ever silent or focused on one thing. Seeing you injured brings his mind to a screeching halt, all of his mental processes focused now on one thing: Take out the enemy as quickly as possible so he could get to you and make sure you were safe. With the last Purple Dragon hitting the ground in front of him, it takes a moment for his brain to remember that you were injured. Once it does, he switches immediately into Doctor mode, running to your side. Deeming you safe to move, he picks you up and starts to bring you back to the lair so he can examine you more thoroughly in his lab.

“Don, Donnie, I’m fine!” you protest squeaking as he picked you up bridal style.

“How could you be so foolish?” he admonishes gently, careful to keep any anger out of his tone. “I have training and armor and my scales make my skin tougher, so I don’t get injured as easily.” You smile up at him as he continues to walk, knowing that he was going to start rambling soon unless you did something to stop him. Wrapping one arm around his neck, you pulled yourself up and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. The blush on his cheeks when you pulled back was well worth all of the pain that you had experienced tonight.

Mikey

The moment he heard you scream in pain, his playful banter that he loved to use to distract his enemies stopped. His brothers may accuse him of being a goofball, of not having the greatest focus (okay, so meditation and him didn’t get along to well, it was just so boring, okay?) but what most people failed to realize is when Michelangelo wanted something, like truly wanted something, he could pursue it with enough focus and dedication that rivaled Leo’s. He wasted no time when the last Purple Dragon fell to race to your side, his nunchuks clattering to the floor as he dropped to his knees beside you.

“Are you okay?” tumbling from his lips, his hands hovering just over your body, wanting to check to see if you were okay, but scared to touch you and hurt you further. You could see the panic setting into his eyes, fear that there was some injury he couldn’t see. You squeak in surprise as he scoops you up and begins running back to the lair, only to have to turn around after only a few steps after realizing he had left his weapons (don’t tell Leo or he’ll be stuck doing kata’s in the dojo for the next century). His brain scattered, his only thoughts of getting you to Don to make sure that you were okay, your pleas and reassurances that you were fine falling on deaf ears. Rolling your eyes, you could see that you were going to take drastic action. Pulling yourself up by winding your arms around his neck, you kiss him on the lips, nipping at the bottom lip before pulling back. Your unexpected action caused him to stumble before quickly regaining his balance and stride.

“Now that I have your attention, I am fine okay? It’s just a sprain, it’s really not that bad,” you tell him firmly, trying to ease the fear you could see in his eyes. His pace slowed, coming to a halt. He put you down gentle, and went to back away, but you wouldn’t let him. Wrapping your arms around his neck once more, you pull him down for a hug, trying to reassure with actions and touch since words weren’t working. “I am fine I promise, but if it makes you feel better, I’ll go see Dr. Don when we get back to the lair, okay?” You feel him nod from where he had buried his face in your neck after returning your embrace. It would probably take time for Mikey to be okay after this, knowing that a human is fragile in comparison to himself and his brothers was very different from having that reality shoved in your face, but you were determined to be with him every step of the way.

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt imagines #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2003

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quartermera · 4 years

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Campfire - Johnny x Reader OS

Group: NCT (127) Ship: Johnny x reader (gender not specified) Genre: Fluff, College!AU Warnings: Mention of alcohol Word count: 1,8k Summary: Campfire, band shirts, leather jackets, a tent and a game of truth or dare. Listen to: Lauv - I Like Me Better

You were looking at the sky, peppered with stars. You sighed in contempt, closing your eyes as the campfire warmed up your skin.

“Having a good time, beautiful?” asked a teasing voice.

You left an approving sound. As you opened your eyes, you rolled to your side and met Johnny’s glance. He smiled softly at you and handed you a stick with a golden marshmallow at its top. You thanked him, sitting up in the mean time.

You and Johnny had been going out for a while now. You met through a common friend. After a particularly tiring lecture, you walked up to you friend, who was chatting with the tall man. Your friend informed you that they had to go catch lunch so you turned to the stranger, asking if they’d sit with you for lunch, to which they agreed.

You quickly learned that his name was Johnny and that he regularly went to the jam sessions organized Monday evenings. He loved music and photography the most. You also came to know that he was single and that his last relationship wasn’t too recent.

The two of you got along really well, conversation flowing easily. It felt natural to speak with Johnny, he made you feel at easy right from the start. Before long he invited you to a student restaurant for dinner. He explained that the friend he usually went with couldn’t make it that evening. You had already made plans though and suggested that he’d join you and your pals, to which he agreed.

The lot of you spent a wonderful evening. It had been a while since you had laughed so much. You couldn’t help but be particularly playful with Johnny throughout the night and one of your friends pointed it out to your the next day. You didn’t try to hide it much. Your friends noticed the flirting fairly quickly, but luckily for them they wouldn’t have to go through it too often since you didn’t hang out with Johnny around the campus. You mostly tried to see each other outside of school even though you mostly communicated by texting and calling. It turned out the gentle giant preferred to call.

“I like hearing you laugh”, was his excuse.

You’d lie if you said it didn’t make you soft.

A series of dates had ensued and eventually led you to tonight. The two of you had agreed on camping by a lake near your campus. It had started as a joke, but when you realized Johnny would genuinely be up to that, you made serious plans. He would bring the tent, drinks and enough to make a fire whereas you would bring camping mattresses, sleeping bags and food. You met by the lake in the early afternoon, set up the tent and started enjoying each other’s company.

You played some games, snacked and chugged a few beers. Before long, Johnny started a camp fire and you laid out the mattresses next to it. You pulled the marshmallows and sticks out of your bag and put them between the two of you. The two of you put a couple marshmallows on sticks and placed them next to the fire. That is when you decided to lie down on your mattress and sigh in contempt.

As you munched on the sweet, you couldn’t help but look intently and the man accompanying you. The warm, dancing reflections of the fire on his figure just made him even more handsome. He seemed to be lost in his thoughts for a while. That is until he must’ve felt you staring at him.

“Whatcha looking at, beautiful?” he teased.

You smirked as you answered: “You, handsome.”

Johnny roared, his head flinging back. His eyes met yours back as he looked at you fondly. You shared the same peaceful smile.

“This is the first time I go camping, you know?” you said.

Johnny seemed surprised. “Really? Why do you have those mattresses then?”

“They’re from a friend who lend them to me for tonight”, you explained.

“Ohhh okay. Not too scared?” he asked teasingly.

You scoffed: “Nah, why should I be?”

“Don’t know... Maybe cause you’re out here all alone with a stranger”, he joked.

“You’re not a stranger, dummy!”

You placed another marshmallow by the fire and took a swing from your beer. You noticed Johnny looking at you as you did so.

“What?” you asked a bit defensively when turning back to him.

“Wanna play a game?” he suggested.

“We already did.”

“Not a drinking game though”, he pointed out.

“Oh now you’re talking!” you exclaimed as you turned to face him better. “What are you thinking about?”

He held his chin between 2 fingers, pretending to think deeply. “Maybe we could go for a classic truth, dare or drink?”

You agreed with his choice and let him go first.

”Alright... Truth or dare?” You answered truth. “Hmmm... Did you ever practice kissing against a mirror, a cushion, your hand or even just the air?"

You first reaction was to burst out laughing. Needless to say you didn’t expect this question, especially as a first one. Johnny was looking at you with a cheeky smile.

“So, is that a yes?”

After a slight sigh you nodded.

“Hasn’t everyone done something like that at some point though? I’m sure you don’t come up with such a question unless you’ve done it yourself!” you pointed out.

Johnny shrugged. “Maybe so.” He took a swig from his beer. “Alright, truth, you’re up!”

“Lemme think... What is the most stupid thing you’ve done to attract someone’s attention?”

Johnny immediately hid his face behind his left hand. You guessed that something incredibly cringy or stupid crossed his mind as soon as you finished your question.

“I, eh... When I was 14 I had this crush on a girl who was in another class so it was kinda tricky to casually go talk to her. I found out who her favourite musician was and started wearing merch of them to school.”

“That’s not that bad,” you replied.

“I’m not done though,” Johnny explained with a painful expression. “If I had done only that it wouldn’t be too bad but... as if it wasn’t enough, I made up a choreo to one of their songs and performed it at the talent show.”

You were biting your lip to keep yourself from laughing. “Did it work?” You asked, curious.

“Nah, she didn’t even come talk to me and my friends joked about it for weeks.”

You did feel sad that his master plan hadn’t worked out like he hoped, but you had to admit that it was pretty cringy and, most of all, over the top. You almost whispered “poor baby” while pouting but refrained from it.

“Alright! Let’s forget about that! Truth or dare?” Johnny asked to change the subject.

“Let’s go for a dare this time?”

You were a bit nervous as to what he would come up with, but you calmed yourself, remembering that you could always drink if it was too much for your taste.

“In that case... I dare you tooooo” Johnny pouted while making the ‘o’ much longer than needed. “Oh I know! I dare you to give me your best air guitar performance!”

After a very energetic performance from you and a wonderful parrot imitation from Johnny, you kept going back and forth for a while longer. You didn’t know how many truths you had told and how many stupid dares you had agreed to doing. Just like you didn’t know how many times you had chosen to take a sip from your beer to avoid utter shame, without even counting all the casual sips you had taken throughout the afternoon and evening.

By the time you reached the end of the game, you had drank almost a whole 24 bottles together and you were wearing Johnny’s leather jacket. He was probably the one who emptied the most bottles to end up just as tipsy as you.

“‘Right, I suggest a last one?” Johnny said, his words slurred a bit due to his state.

“Mhm!” was all you managed to answer while nodding. “In that case, dare!”

“Fine. I dare you to ask me to kiss you.”

The formulation made you frown a second, your brain processing and analyzing every word one by one. Once you were sure of the meaning, you emptied what was left of your beer. Facing back to Johnny, you saw his face sadden.

That was until you put the empty bottle down and crawled over to the man. A bit clumsily, you straddled him and met his gaze. The remainders of the campfire reflected against his skin, his hair, his irises. He slowly placed a hand against your side, slipping it under his jacket. You took a moment to appreciate his features from so close.

After taking in a last breath, you required:

“Kiss me.”

Johnny smiled lightly while looking at you oh so fondly. “As you wish”, he declared.

You leaned in, eyes closing. Your heart was beating a little faster while you tried to keep your breathing steady. Before long, you could feel his nose brushing against yours and then, shortly after, his lips. The mix of alcohol and the moment itself made you lightheaded, but it was the good kind of dizziness. Your stomach was tingling. His lips were as soft as you’d imagined, a thought that made you smile without interrupting the kiss. Johnny must’ve noticed because you felt him smile too.

When you eventually parted, you couldn’t bare to open your eyes just yet. It felt so right. You nuzzled your nose in Johnny’s neck as he held you tight. A yawn escaped you and you felt Johnny chuckle.

“Wanna go sleep?” he asked tenderly, brushing your cheek.

As much as you would’ve liked to stay up for a while longer, the advanced hour as well as the alcohol meant you eventually nodded in response.

Johnny pulled you back a little and smiled at you before leaving a peck on your forehead. You sighed in contempt.

Quietly the 2 of you put the mattresses inside the tent before entering it yourself. You got ready to go sleep, taking off Johnny’s leather jacket and some other superfluous layers of clothing. As you slipped into your sleeping bag, you looked towards the man that accompanied you. He quickly caught you staring.

“Wanna cuddle?” he asked quietly.

You nodded, to which he opened his sleeping bag and lifted the top portion so you could get closer. You unzipped your own and pulled it along with you. As you got close enough, you turned away from him, letting him spoon you. His large shape engulfed you. He was warm and soft and made you feel safe.

As you started dozing off, you felt Johnny leave a last kiss against your neck and burying his face in your hair.

“Goodnight, beautiful.”

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youllallriseintheink · 4 years

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Shining Light chapter 1: Love, Lust, and Passive-aggressive Chocolates

This is a request for @creepyalienghost, but I really enjoyed making it. There will be at least one other chapter.

“You had something important to ask me, Norman?” Jack asked. Norman had left a note in his locker saying as much, and asking him to meet him in his projector booth after the others had gone for lunch.

“Yes,” Norman replied matter-of-factly. “What is Sammy’s favourite candy?”

Jack looked at him, dumbfounded. “What?”

Norman looked away. “Sorry. You see, I know that Susie has a thing for him, and I wanted to make her day. So, will you help me make her day?"

"Sure, I guess... you aren't actually going to leave her a note, though, right? It would be pretty cruel to convince her that Sammy left her something if he didn't."

"No, I promise. Nothing like that- I'm just going to leave her the candy anonymously. I just thought she'd be happier daydreaming about her secret admirer being the most handsome man in the music department instead of a big creep like me."

"Well, okay, I guess. Sammy's favourite candy is chocolate almonds. But don't tell him I told you that, or he's going to be mad at both of us for stirring up drama. Alright?"

"Alright, thank you. You can go," Norman said gently. That had gone a lot more awkwardly than he'd hoped.

A lot of people in Joey Drew Studios did not like their jobs, but Norman was certainly an exception. Sure, the place oozed with suspicious (though that was a lot less scary when you were a man who knows everything), and it must have sucked to be a creative-type and get yelled at by Mr. Drew for the smallest mistakes (while a non-creative type like him could just keep his head low and fade off the radar), but hey, it paid well, and working the projector wasn’t particularly hard.

The real reason why Norman loved his job, though, was the watching. Moreso than the cartoons they worked on, the music department had enough drama to be its own cartoon lasting several seasons. Susie would have you believe that she went through enough drama to fill several seasons of a soap opera, and Wally had enough mishaps to star in his own sitcom. And staying up in his projector booth where he could see them was free entertainment.

There was another man, too, whom Norman loved to watch- a supporting player in the shenanigans of the other two- Sammy Lawrence. The reason why was obvious- Sammy Lawrence was gorgeous. He was like a shining prince- all light colours from his pale skin, icy eyes, and blond hair. He was slender and graceful, and with those sharp, clean facial features... Norman couldn’t really help himself but to stare. Sammy has caught him looking a few times, and given him this sharp, disgusted look. Though, maybe that was just how he looked at everyone. It was a pity that such beauty had to be wasted on someone so sour.

It was probably a good thing that the chances of Sammy ever looking at him that way were tiny. Still, this crush was annoying as hell, and Norman hoped that once he'd given into it once, it would be at least somewhat out of his system.

The next day, Norman arrived to work early. He hung the decorative little cloth bag of chocolate almonds on the door to Sammy's office. Then he went to the break room to read a book until it was time to get to work. This really was ridiculous. But he'd stop after this. That day in his projector booth, he saw Sammy approaching Susie with the bag of candy, graceful and adorably hopeful. My, if Susie had lied, then that would have made them both happy, and Norman would have something beautiful to watch for God knows how long. But by the disappointed look on Sammy's face, she hadn't. Sammy pocketed the candy and got in position to start up the band. Norman started up the projector. Once it was time to break for lunch, Norman saw Sammy go over to the next possible secret admirer: Jack.

Blood drained from Norman's face. Well, he was caught. Okay. He supposed it would probably be best to leave quickly and have lunch somewhere aside from the studio. Thankfully, all music room drama tended to be short-lived- in a couple of days, Wally would do something crazy and then this would be forgotten.

Surprisingly, the afternoon passed without anyone passing Norman so much as a mean look. Maybe this wouldn't be a big deal after all.

The next morning, Norman found a bag of chocolates tied to the doorknob of his projector booth. The bag was light pink instead of the green one his gift to Sammy had been wrapped in, so he knew it wasn't the same gift. Opening the bag, he also found a note that read, Stop being a creep, and maybe I'll consider it.

Norman was didn't know what to make of it. After the initial shock wore off, he got angry. As though he actually wanted Sammy as anything other than a fantasy. During lunch hour that day, Norman went out to get some chocolates and return Sammy's favour, this time adding a note that read, Stop being a jerk, and maybe I'll consider it.

At the end of the day as everyone was leaving, Sammy caught Norman's arm and said, "hey, maybe let's actually talk instead of sending each other passive-aggressive chocolates?"

"Sure," Norman said. Sammy led Norman into one of the spare rooms.

"So, you're interested in me?" Sammy asked simply.

"You're handsome," Norman said. "And graceful, and charming when you want to be. You’re also kind of a jerk. You yell at everyone. You yell at Wally when he messes up. You yell at Jack when he tells you to take it easy. You yell at anyone who happens to be around when you're running late for a deadline. You yell at me when you catch me watching you."

Sammy had been rolling his eyes until Norman got to that last part. "That's what anyone would do, you weirdo!"

There was a moment of awkward silence as the two men stared at each other. "Oh," Norman said. "So, back to the point, are you interested in me?"

Sammy didn't meet Norman's eyes. Really, he found Norman to be very attractive, in a rugged way, and mysterious. He probably knew so much, and he looked awfully strong. It's something Sammy had noticed about him months ago. But Sammy couldn't say that. "Sort of," he pouted.

"How's about if I don't catch you yelling at anyone until Friday, and you don't catch me following anyone around, we try it?"

Sammy smiled wryly. "That is a good idea. Though, if I'm going to have to keep my cool for three whole days, I'm going to need to know what my reward is." At this point, Sammy was moving towards Norman. He placed a hand on his chest. Norman froze up- were things actually going the direction he thought they were? Before he knew it, Sammy's lips were on his. Determined to take this moment in, Norman ran his fingers through Sammy’s hair.

Then, the door opened. “Ah knew I’d-“ came Wally’s voice, cutting off as he realized what he’d walked in on. Sammy turned to him angrily. Wally gave a sheepish smile. “-left my jacket in here somewhere... just lemme...” Wally began slinking towards his jacket on the floor. Sammy took a deep breath, then picked it up for him.

“I’m not going to blow up at you, Wally. But please, don’t tell anyone about this, alright?”

Of course, Sammy knew full well that by this time tomorrow, everyone would know about it- no one gossiped like Wally. But that kiss was worth it. He gave a still-bewildered Norman one last look before leaving.

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #sammy lawrence #norman polk #sammy x norman #my fanfiction

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ashesonthefloor · 3 years

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get to know me :) <3

This sexy lil binch is going under a cut. feel free to Perceive. thank u to maddie for tagging me! ilysm <3 @mikeycliffords

tags are at the bottom :)

name/nickname: my name is Ainslee! I don’t really have a nickname, I don’t think? feel free to come up with one, though

gender: hee hee :)

star sign: Gemini <3

height: 5′7 :) 5′8 w my docs on tho

time: 10:46 PM

birthday: June 10th

favourite bands: My Chemical Romance, 5SOS, BONES UK. there are a lot more that I like but favourite usually means knowing everything they’ve put out so I feel morally like I can’t include them

favourite solo artists: YUNGBLUD, AshNikko, grandson, Ashton Irwin (I guess?). lots more I like but same dealio as above.

song stuck in my head: none atm since I’m listening to music. but I’ve had the Hound Dog cover by Elvis Presley stuck in my head for WEEKS because of my history of rock class

last movie: Taxi Driver. it’s a cult classic I guess but I’d never heard of it. it was terrible anyway. I find that most cult classics are not the greatest, but they paved the way, uno?

last show: Bob’s Burgers <3 w my family

when did i make this blog: this one? uhhh....fuckin’ hell, like April or May of 2020? but I’ve been on tumblr since like 2015/2016

what i post: fics, moodboards, edits, lyric edits, weird stuff I think of. what I want to, basically :)

the last thing i googled: gonna b honest, probably no idea because I search on incognito for pretty much everything. but I actually just checked and I Know what it was. it was about amazon prime (coming for u b*zos.......)

other blogs: I’ve got......several.......but I don’t really give out their URLs much. who knows tho, maybe u will bump into me in another fandom :) though I am not very active on those ngl

do i get asks: sometimes, yeah! and I love ‘em

why i chose this url: ngl bc I thought it was a sexy as hell url. think it suits my vibes somewhat

following: 88 :) I don’t like my dash being so full I can’t keep up...so I’ll stalk people sometimes

followers: [redacted]

average hours of sleep: either, like, 6 or 12, no in between. insomnia n chronic illness rights <3 I aim for 12 though

lucky number: 13

instruments: the flute and the piccolo! I was in band for eight years. if this means what I can play, at least?

what am i wearing right now: haha tumblr ;))) r u hitting on me......I’m wearing pajamas, actually. a grey shirt from when I worked with kids, specifically

dream trip: uhhhh.....anywhere? I want to see London, and I’ve got friends in England, so. I’ve been to Japan but going back would be nice. maybe Sydney? but I think I’d melt

favourite foods: probably like....a good cheeseburger. or pasta. loml <3

nationality: unfortunately American. go on, just call me Mrs. All American :)

favourite song: this is just cruel how am I supposed to choose ONE! I don’t have just one EVER! I’ll go with uhhh Cemetery Drive by MCR, superdeadfriends by YUNGBLUD, and Die a Little by YUNGBLUD just because I’ve listened to them a fuck ton lately. don’t think they’re like my favourite favourites, though

last book i read: probably a textbook ngl. I cannot remember before that, I’ve been burned out for so long I haven’t had the energy to read. but one I really loved from like....a year and a half ago, when I had a sliver of energy, was the Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. it rips you up and pieces you back together but u are Never The Same

top three fictional universes: Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, and Marvel. lemme be Spider-Man babey!

favourite colour: pink <3 and silver

I will tag hmmm @clumsyclifford @calumsyellowhummer and @valiantnerdtm !! if you’ve already done it whoopsie, I know I’m always so late to these

#ask games #about me #Ainslee speaks

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chan-yolo · 5 years

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Come Back, Be Here

A/N So here it is, my first ever JK scenario. this makes me hella nervous because i’m typically an EXO writer, but i’m into BTS too, they’re another one of my favourite groups, so I thought I’d give Jungkook a go.

This one is angsty and based off of Taylor Swift’s song, ‘Come Back, Be Here’ from her Red album.

I hope you like it.

lemme know if you want anymore BTS in the future.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/ Reader

Genre: Fluff, ANGST.

Warnings: hints at sex, swearing somewhere.

Word Count: 5,463

Suggested song: Come Back Be Here- Taylor Swift.

There are different kinds of relationships.

You have your long-lasting serious relationship. The one everyone hopes for, even when they say they don’t, there’s that longing for one. The one that’s it for you. The one that is the one. The be all and end all of love and happiness.

Then you have your fun casual ones. Sometimes they’re no strings attached, sexy, heated fun. And sometimes they’re all strings attached but in a casual way. The ones where you have no label but you do. You get each other but you don’t always need each other.

Your relationship was supposed to be that. Fun, exciting, passionate. You didn’t have or want to need him. You weren’t his girlfriend and he wasn’t your boyfriend.

But then why did it hurt so much? You didn’t want to need him but you did.

There are different kinds of relationships, and on paper that is true. But in practice it doesn’t always stay in the bracket.

The first time you met him, you didn’t even know who he was. Stupid seeing as he was in one of the biggest boy groups to grace stan twitter since One Direction. But honestly you were just trying to pay your rent and sleep eight hours a day.

Jungkook was someone who was pelted into your life full force. It was as if he was never meant to be there, never originally fated to cross your path. But the universe likes to change things up once in a while, and lord did it want to change your life.

You met Jungkook on a typical English rainy day. You’d finished work, and the way nature greeted you was to open up the heavens and release a downpour, one you wasn’t prepared for. Racing down the street, you dipped into the nearest coffee shop, hoping to wait out the rain until it calmed down. Unfortunately you lived a bus journey away from the office you were working in, and the bus station was a ten-minute walk from that. So hiding away with your book and coffee, waiting for the storm to blow over was your only option.

The little shop was filling quickly, everyone having the same idea. You sat in the back corner, away from the crowded entry way, and closest to the window where you could watch as the raindrops chased each other on the steamy glass. Wrapping your hands around the white ceramic coffee mug, you relished in the feeling of your fingertips numbing from the warmth of the beverage.

Your gaze lethargically flicked over the people sat in the café, watching them shake out umbrellas and shuffle off coats. Though you never expected to make such piercing eye contact with one of those strangers. The boy was looking straight at you, his own coffee mug in hand. His dark hair was slightly wet on the ends, it was long. You noted he definitely needed a haircut, but the length was endearing on him. his clothes were baggy, hanging off of his frame. A black sweater mixed with black cargo pants. You noticed his shoes were Balenciaga. A strange choice, you noted, seeming it was England and rainy. You would never wear such expensive shoes with the thought of them being ruined in the typical English autumn weather.

His eyebrow raised at your gaze, walking towards you, weaving through the tables. As he stopped beside your table for two, he nodded at the chair in front of yours, confidently asking;

“May I sit here?” You raised your own eyebrow at his question. His accent was cute, and his slight lisp was as adorable. So of course you said yes.

You learned a lot about him on that rainy day in London. About how he was from Busan, and how he had come here on part of his holiday from work. What he didn’t tell you was what his work was.

As the rain stopped, so did your conversation. Both needing to be in other places. You said your goodbyes with an exchange of numbers and small smiles. The first of many to come.

You’d texted Jungkook on and off for a few days before he asked if he could see you again. This time it was in the back of a museum, where he listened to you tell him about the 18th century and the civil war of the Georgian era.

“How do you know so much about this?”

“I studied English literature and history at university, The eighteenth century was the only part that stuck the most.” You smiled at him before looking up at another satirical painting.

“So you enjoy reading then?” You nodded at his question, smiling at his interest in your own hobbies.

“It gives you another world to be in when you don’t enjoy the reality of the one you’re currently in.” Jungkook just smiled back at you, taking your hand in his and squeezing it. When he let go of your hand he pointed at the next painting, asking you to tell him about the meaning of that.

When you think back, the little rendezvous the two of you were having was like that. something to distract you from the reality of your own lives. You both gave each other a new world. Your free time was taken up by Jungkook, but you didn’t mind. His upbeat persona and his curiosity always made you want to see him more.

The first time he kissed you, you were in awe. You’d decided to drive back to your home town, taking the boy with you. The trip to Cambridge was long but worth it. Within each back street a picture was taken, his hand was in your own, and you were happy.

As you were explaining the different university buildings to him, he pulled you closer to him by your waist, one hand moving to the back of your head, leading your lips to his own. The kiss was small and slow. But it was something you’d always remember. As he pulled away, he pushed your hair behind you ear, giving you one of his full smiles you loved.

“You have a beautiful mind.” He whispered to you before pecking your lips once again. Everything he did was magical to you. And you worried about how breathless he left you. Yet you never stopped to do anything about the fact you were being swept away by him.

***

Nights were soon spent either in his rented apartment, or in your own smaller apartment. Sharing kisses and watching movies. Sometimes even reading together. And this night was no different. You were sat in his apartment, facing each other. You were now on your second glass of wine, cheeks aching from how much the boy in front of you was making you laugh.

“Your friends sound chaotic.” You laughed at another one of his stories.

“No no no, they just like to make us laugh, not chaotic just funny.” He smiled at you. You could see the love he held for his friends in his eyes, and it made your own heart swell.

“I’d like to meet them one day.” You watched as some of the spark in his eyes dimmed, and your own stomach twisted, wondering if you’d gone too far.

“I think it’d be hard to. Our job doesn’t give us much time to have relationships.” He looked at his lap, and you nodded, sipping your wine and looking towards the sky line of the city.

“I also like that I only know you, I don’t have to share you with the Hyung’s, or the fans.” At this you looked back at him, confused.

“Fans?” at your question, Jungkook muttered something in Korean that you didn’t understand .

“Yes, fans. Y/n, aish how do I…” he rubbed the back of his neck, looking for the right words. “I’m in a band, you know BTS?” This time it was your turn to think about It, and when you searched your brain, you realised you did know who he was.

“omg I’m so stupid, you must think I’m an idiot to not notice who you are.” Jungkook laughed at you, taking your hand in his. In fact he thought it was nice that you didn’t know who he was. And when you told him you had listened to a couple of their songs, one of them being Euphoria, his smiled widened and he kissed you, longer and deeper than he had ever kissed you before.

That night you both established your trust as well as the unspoken agreement that this couldn’t get any more serious than it already was. Though when you woke up next to him the following morning, naked, chest filled with purple bruises showing the trail his lips had made, you knew that you would not hesitate to break those rules.

When you went home that day, you rang your mum. Pacing the room you described every moment with Jungkook, every feeling you had and the situation you had found yourself in with a worldwide star.

“Trust you to get into this predicament.” Your mum teased on the other end.

“Mum! You’re not helping.”

“I’m sorry, but you do know you can’t get too attached right?”

“I know, I’m not stupid. It would never work, even if he wasn’t in BTS. He has to leave at some point.”

“Please be careful okay, because when he leaves you’ll be left with the heartbreak.”

“I know mum, I’ll be careful. I promise.”

“As long as you’re sure.” Even as you agreed, deep down you knew you were lying. But you couldn’t let go just yet.

***

The delicate beginning rush, the feeling you could know so much without really knowing anything at all.

Boyfriend material. That is what Jungkook screamed. Your mind would never stop telling you how perfect he was, and your heart never stopped wanting more from him. but you could never ask him for more.

You’d fallen in love with him. and even though you knew that was selfish of you, you still couldn’t stop falling for the way he cared. The way he cared about you, with his cute texts when you weren’t together, to get you through your day. the way his eyes filled with love when he talked about his fans and the homely feel he had when he talked about the rest of the boys.

You longed to be the reason for the love in his eyes also. But instead you basked in the moment. You took all you could get, being wrapped up in bed with him, speaking about your dreams and his goals for the next year with his bandmates.

“You’re amazing you know that right?” You whispered to him one night, as he talked about his want to compose his own song for the fans. Jungkook smirked at you, moving to hover over you. Moving his head down to graze yours.

“I try.” Connecting his lips to yours, his tongue met your own, his fingers pulling your underwear down, and your heart once again was giving out a piece for him to keep. Soon there would be nothing left for you to keep, and you didn’t even see it happening.

***

You hadn’t heard from Jungkook for weeks. Not even a small text to tell you he was okay. According to social media he was okay, but that wasn’t the Jungkook you knew, that wasn’t your Jungkook.

You’d left him messages, but he just left them on read, and after a while ignored them completely. You knew you shouldn’t be as bothered as you were. But you had given up so many of your nights for him, and he couldn’t even give you a text back.

Pulling out your phone, you sat on your sofa, scrolling through previous messages for signs this was all over. Huffing you decided you were being an idiot, leaving him one last message before you decided to head to bed.

“Text me when you feel like talking to me again I guess.”

The buzzing sounded throughout your apartment in the most annoying way, pulling you out of your sleep. groggily you sat up, looking at the time which read 1am, you pulled on one of Jungkook’s jumpers he had left there, shuffling towards the front door, you asked who it was, just to hear Jungkook’s muffled, “It’s me.” And that certainly woke you up. Buzzing him up, you moved to sit on the sofa, biting at your nails nervously.

Letting himself in, Jungkook sat opposite you, his eyes never met yours, his fingers interlocked, his gaze downcast.

“I just wanted to know you were okay, it doesn’t take you five minutes to tell me you’re safe.” You broke the silence, justifying the texts. The reason why he was here.

“I was busy.” Was his only response, his eyes still refusing to meet your own.

“I know, and I respect that. But Jungkook, it’s been weeks and I know this isn’t a serious relationship or anything like it but I just needed to know.” At this his brown eyes met your blue ones.

“Then what are we Y/N? how can we do what we do and not be together?

“You know we can’t, you know better than anyone else. You set these rules.” You fought back, watching as he stood up, pacing the expanse of your small living room. Stopping he looked at you, shaking his head, he grabbed his bag heading back towards your door.

“Jungkook, please. Please don’t leave. Not tonight please.” Your small hand caught his sleeve, hoping it was enough to stop him. you watched his shoulders drop, your body full of its own tension. Turning around, he pulled you into him. his hug was different to the others you had shared. As if it was the end of something.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was quiet, no longer full of the normal essence that was Jungkook.

“Me too.” And you were. Not just to him but to yourself, as you no longer owned any part of yourself, all you knew was Jeon Jungkook.

***

Things were never the same, you both distanced yourselves more. but the odd night you still found yourself wrapped in his sheets as he whispered false promises and sweet words. You wanted to believe him, and somewhere inside you, you did. But your reality woke you up in the morning, and your life continued.

It wasn’t until one Thursday morning when you realised how different your lives were. It was 4am, and Jungkook was leaving delicate kisses on your neck, your breathing evening out as you tried to drift off into sleep.

“Y/n.” His whisper was light, mixed into the kisses that were now left on your shoulder.

“hmm?”

“I need to tell you something.” Your eyes fluttered open to look at his own, waiting for the news he had.

“I’m leaving.” Pulling away, you sat up, wrapping the sheet around your body.

“You’re what?”

“We’re making another album, and we’re filming again.”

“Oh, Gukk, that’s great.” You stood up, pulling on his t-shirt quickly.

“You’re upset.” He sat up himself, watching you as you pulled on underwear.

“It’s your job, it’s what you love to do, I can’t be upset about that.” You looked at him, nibbling on your lip nervously. Crawling across the bed, Jungkook pulled you towards him, settling you on his lap. “When do you leave?” You ran your hands through his hair, leaving a kiss to his hair line.

“In two days.” He whispered into your shoulder, once again leaving kisses there.

You finally had an expiry date, but you never expected it to be so soon.

***

We stumbled through the long goodbyes.

One last kiss then catch your flight,

Right when I was just about to fall.

The terminal was quiet. You’d never had to wait with someone who was a VIP. So being sat in a room with Just the two of you and some bodyguards was a weird experience. But this was possibly your last time to be with Jungkook, and you weren’t going to stop clinging onto him, no matter how many weird looks you got from his team.

Jungkook was leaving small kisses on your head as you played with his fingers. Neither one of you wanting to break the silence, not knowing what to say to each other. You traced the veins on his hands, each line familiar to you, thinking of how your life will change after this. How everything will go back to normal, as if you’d never met Jungkook. But your heart would never be the same. Jungkook lifted his hand, fingers still intertwined with yours, checking the watch on his wrist for the time. You felt him sigh beside you, his face moving to bury into your hair. Inhaling Jungkook left another kiss before whispering out your name.

“Y/n…” You closed your eyes, knowing just by the tone in his voice that it was time to say goodbye.

“Please…” Your voice was a whimper, a tremble you wished you could hide.

“I’m sorry, but I have to go.” You inhaled a low shaky breath, feeling Jungkook’s hand squeeze in your own. You both stood up, Jungkook pulling the two of you into a tight hug, the embrace making your heart break, and the tears start to stream from your eyes.

You felt Jungkook look up from your shoulder. Addressing the team behind you, he uttered something to them in Korean, and shortly after you heard what must have been them walking away from you.

“y/n I’m sorry I have to go.” Pulling away from the man you had come to love, you rubbed your eyes, trying to get rid of the tears on your face, shaking your head at him.

“No. Jungkook you have to go, we always knew this was going to happen, I’m just emotional that’s all.” You gave him a sad smile trying to lighten the mood of the situation. Jungkook gave you a knowing one back, moving to wipe your tears away for you before pulling you into him once again.

“I have to go.”

“I know.” You snuggled your head into his chest, not making an effort to move away from him. choosing to do it himself, he softly pushed you away from him, his brown eyes looking down at yours. You used to get lost in the cosmos in his eyes, but now it just hurt to think you would probably never see them again. Jungkook’s thumb traced your cheekbone, his own sad smile overtaking your face as his eyes traced your features. Dipping down his lips met yours, delicately and slowly. The kiss was deep and meaningful, and when his tongue met your own, your hands moved to squeeze his biceps, trying to keep him close to you.

The flight attendant announced that Jungkook’s plane was ready to board, and you couldn’t think of anyone you hated more in the world. Pulling away from each other, Jungkook’s hands moved to take your own, squeezing them reassuringly in his grip.

“You’re going to be alright?” The tone of his voice was light, but you could hear the strain in his words.

“Of course I am Gukk.” You sighed heavily. Smiling once again to reassure him .

“we’re alright?” His eyebrow raised, just like the first time you met him.

“yeah, we’re alright.” You nodded at him, squeezing his hands lightly in return to his.

“I have to go.”

“I know.” You sighed for the hundredth time that evening, ready to say what you’ve always wanted to. But before any words could escape your mouth, Jungkook had dipped down to steal one more kiss from you, pulling away quickly to walk towards where his manager was waiting for him at the terminal.

A fresh set of tears streamed down your face as you watched him leave, your breath hitching when he didn’t turn back, just disappearing. Your whole body gave up, slumping down into the seat you were in just mere minutes ago. Sobs were now leaving your mouth as you wiped your eyes on the sleeve of your jumper, his jumper. You whispered the words into your sleeve that you wanted to say to him, knowing they would never meet his ears.

“I love you.”

***

I can’t help but wish you took me with you.

Weeks went by. Each one lacklustre. You’d been moving on auto pilot, getting on with your dull life. Though this was the life you’d always had before Jungkook came along. Each day you busied yourself, trying to get the image of the boy with the bunny teeth out of your mind. But you noticed more and more every day, how popular they were in the world, traces of them popping up all over the place.

It was on your way home from work when you fully felt the ache in your heart. The bus had stopped in front of a billboard. A bright pink billboard. The words ‘Map of the Soul: Persona’, stretched across the top, the seven boys with their bright clothing looking back at you. Though you only saw Jungkook, getting a glimpse of the face you hadn’t seen properly for weeks before the bus went speeding down the road again.

That night, you called your mum. Crying about what wasn’t and what could’ve been. The feeling of a broken heart new to you, you didn’t quite believe it was so.

“It was for the best sweetie.” Your mum tried to be supportive, tried to assure you this was all a part of life that you would learn and grow from.

“I know mum.” Your voice was straining, hoarse from the previous crying.

“He wasn’t the one.” As convincing as your mum was trying to be, you didn’t have the strength to lie or to fight with her. You all knew the truth.

“Yes mum.”

***

This is when the feeling sinks in, I don’t wanna miss you like this.

A night with friends should be one for relaxing. One where you can catch up with each other. Laugh and just forget about the world outside. Your friends knew you were seeing someone, and that recently there was a sort of break up. They just didn’t know it was Jungkook.

Hiding Jungkook’s job was hard, but they had never heard of BTS, so you never worried. But at this moment in time, you just wanted to sit and tell them every little detail. But tonight was about being together and having a good time. In midst of things, you were. It was nice to see people that weren’t from work. Sat around the booth you smiled at each of your friends as they shared their own gossip from their own lives, keeping you distracted.

Things seemed to be going just the way they planned. You were smiling, laughing even. The most you had in weeks. That was until a surprise turned up. In the shape of your friends’ boyfriends. Now, normally you were not the one to be bitter about these things. You loved the relationships your friends were in. you loved how happy they seemed with their significant other. But tonight you didn’t want to be reminded of how unlucky in love you were. Selfish was never something you pinned yourself as, but tonight that’s what you wanted to be.

Your glare was subtle, but your pout prominent. Watching the love in everyone’s eyes around you. Your new housemate, conveniently sat opposite you, never knew the concept of too much PDA, so for approximately ten minutes, you counted, she was clinging to her boyfriend like she hadn’t seen him in years. She in fact saw him that morning. Okay, maybe you were a little bitter.

Shuffling out of the chair you had moved in so the couples could be closer together, you made your way hastily to the bar. A drink wouldn’t hurt, and you’d be needing one to get you through the night. Though one drink didn’t mean a leisurely pint at the pub, no. it meant a strong whisky mixed with mulled over feelings of what could’ve been. The night turned into thoughts of what Jungkook would be doing right now. Did he miss you? Did he still think of you? That night your mind was cruel to you, and in your bitterness you blamed your friends, when in reality it was your own selfish heart.

***

I guess you’re in New York today, I don’t wanna need you this way.

It didn’t take long for you to spill out everything to your housemate. Who Jungkook was, not just to you but to the world. And bless her, did she try her hardest to help you with your broken heart. Eventually you started feeling a little more human. Daily tasks weren’t hard to do, they were just mundane. Like they were before you met him. Though the ache was still there.

You still found yourself needing him, not just at night, but in the cold mornings. Or needing his laugh, and cute scrunch of his nose when he was happy or amused.

That’s how you found yourself watching one of the bands latest interviews. You were dying to know what he looked like, needing to see if he had changed since you last saw him at the airport that day.

Watching the video you were so immersed in their friendship, each member stating what they liked about New York, the city they were currently in. You had never seen Jungkook with the other boys, your eyes never left his form as you watched the absolute adoration he had for each of the guys with him.

He looked different.

How strange I don’t know you at all.

Your eyes darted across the screen. His hair was different, a little more well-kept. His smile was different too. Different from the one you were used to seeing. This wasn’t the Jungkook you had gotten to know. This was the singer, the idol Jeon Jungkook.

In ways, he was still the same. One thing you definitely knew about him was that even though he was still finding himself, he would never try and intentionally give a false version of himself to anyone, especially his fans. But in the grander schemes of things, you had come to realise you actually didn’t really know Jeon Jungkook at all like you thought you did.

You hadn’t heard from him since a few days after the tour started. He looked happy. Maybe things had changed.

Before you could think about it anymore, your roommate popped her head around the door. Sensing your state of pain and realisation, she gave you a sympathetic smile, leaning against your doorframe.

“Wanna go get food?” Nodding at her, you gave a small smile back.

“Sure, give me a sec.” giving a short nod, she headed off to her room. Leaving you to shut your laptop, wiping away the tears that threatened to fall once again.

***

This is falling in love in the cruellest way.

This is falling for you when you are worlds away.

Crying on your best friend was not how you expected your Tuesday night to go. But here you were. Snotty nose pressed against her shoulder, tear stained cheeks tacky and salty from the amount of crying you had been doing.

“I can’t take it anymore Jade, I can’t do this.” Your voice was hoarse, sore from the sobs. Jade pulled you closer to her, entangling her legs with your own as you lay in your bed. You felt her sigh in your hair as she left a kiss atop it.

“Y/n, I thought you had it handled?”

“I love him.” Closing your eyes you felt a new wave of sadness rush through you again. Hiccupping, you tried to ward off the hurt that wanted to escape you in waves.

“Babe…”

“I know, I know. I’m an idiot. An absolute fucking idiot.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you didn’t want to see your friends face. The pity on it. The tone in her voice was enough.

“You’re human.” Moving apart to finally look at her, you watched as her eyes filled with sadness as she looked at your own heart broken expression. Laying on your back, you let out a huff, cursing your own stupid emotions.

“I thought it’s be easier, he’d move back to Korea, go on tour, live his life. I’d g back to mine. But I can’t, not when he’s everywhere. Everywhere but here.” You whispered to yourself, sinking into the reality of what your situation was.

“You have to let him go y/n, this whole thing is too cruel.”

“I’m trying.” You looked at your friend with watery eyes, neither of you convinced that you were.

***

I break down, cos it’s not fair that you’re not around.

That same night, after your friend had left, you were still sat in your bed. The crying had stopped but you were still snotty nosed and ever so tired. You knew you should stop feeling this way, that you were the only one who could make it all stop.

The familiar sound of your phone ringing ran throughout your room, cutting through the drama you were watching on tv. Reaching to your bedside table, checking the caller ID before dropping your phone as if it had just bitten you.

It was him.

The caller ID “Gukk” lit up your screen. Your breath hitched, heart clenching and eyes watering. This wasn’t fair. This wasn’t fair, was the only thing going through your mind.

You wanted to ignore it, you promised you forget. So you waited. Waited for the ringing to top. Closing your eyes to seal in the fresh tears. Finally it stopped, and in its end brought your sobs, strangled and torn.

A buzzing made you open your eyes, hoping that there was no more. looking down at your phone to see a new text, your heart shattered at his message.

“I’m so sorry.”

It wasn’t fair.

***

I don’t want to need you this way.

Message after message was left. It had been a week and you hadn’t answered any of the calls or texts. You were angry, you were sad. yet you were still full of longing. That is what lead to you dialling his number, knowing full well it was late for him, but you didn’t care. Some things couldn’t wait any longer.

The phone rang three times before he picked up. You listened to his breathing on the other side. Pacing up and down your living room floor, you felt slightly overwhelmed.

“Hey.” You breathed out finally, noting in the little hitch in his own breathing.

“Hey.” His voice seemed deeper. Had it always been that deep? Or had you just forgotten the way he sounds. No that definitely wasn’t it.

“I’m sorry.” You came to stop at the wall opposite your couch, resting your forehead on the white surface.

“Why?”

“I made a mistake.” Your voice trembled, your mind at battle with your heart. Needing to tell him the truth but knowing it would just cause more hurt.

“What mistake?” Jungkook sounded unsure. You could just see that little head tilt and the crease in his eyebrows.

“I need you here too much. I need you Jungkook.” Turning around, you looked out at the London skyline, cursing the distance between you two.

“How is that a mistake jagi?” sinking to the floor, you heart ached at the pet name you hadn’t heard in so long.

“I promised myself I wouldn’t. this wasn’t supposed to happen Jungkook.”

“Then I guess I broke your rule too.” Jungkook chucked on the other end, making the butterflies arise for the first time in months. “I need you too y/n.” Closing your eyes you breathed out at the confession. Your brain couldn’t decipher what exactly the confession was, and if it was the same as your own.

“Jungkook, I love you.” The silence that followed was deafening, and you knew that this wasn’t what he meant.

“You love me?” His voice was weak and that broke your heart even more than the silence.

“Yes. And it hurts.”

“I’m sorry.”

***

It wasn’t fair. It was hopeless. It was devastating.

Why did you have to be the careless one? Did you have to be the one to fall in love with him? You guess you weren’t the only girl in the world who had fallen for the charms of Jeon Jungkook.

Leaving one last text, you curled up on the floor, knowing you had to start the healing process again.

To: Gukk

I miss you.

Come back

Be here

#bts #Jungkook #jeon Jungkook #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook smut

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randomoranges · 4 years

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ok so i’ve had this idea for ages. it was og meant as a pre-amnesia/post-amnesia thing. you know the type. but, if you squint real hard it could just me some rando au where they meet when they’re in uni and grow old and happy together.

find yourself a weirdo if that’s your thing :)

Sushi for Two

Message from Étienne (Roommate)

Questions: 1. Do you like sushi? 2. Are you coming home tonight?

Edward is locked up in some study cubicle, nose deep in a myriad of textbooks, trying to get a head start on his never-ending pile of homework and assignments, when the message comes in. He thinks of ignoring it, but to be honest, he’s been on the same problem for the past thirty minutes, he’s been at it for the past three hours and he really should take a break. Therefore, he puts his mechanical pencil down and picks up his phone to see the message.

Message de Édouard Answers: 1. Yes? 2. Yes??

Étienne beams from his roost on the kitchen counter upon getting the answer. He keeps swinging his legs as he taps out an answer for his roommate and then steals another sushi piece from the half-empty plastic container on the counter beside him.

Message from Étienne (Roommate)

Excellent! I may or may not have ordered too much and figured I could share. However, if you want any, you better get home soon, or I might just finish it off by myself. (There really is a lot.) (Please save me from myself.) (Why the fuck is sushi so goddamn good?)

Edward can’t help but chuckle. His roommate is – odd at times, but he always means well. Étienne’s good for a laugh and to be honest, he likes hanging out with him.

His stomach growls at the idea of free food and he figures he might as well head home. He can get another hour or so done after supper. He ran out of snacks anyways.

Edward packs his bags and then heads out, letting the cold winter air wake him up some from the stuffy study cubicle he had been in.

Edward makes it home in less than thirty minutes and lets his bag fall to the ground before removing his boots, jacket, scarf, tuque, and mittens. Of course, there’s already jazz music playing and he’s not even surprised. He’s come to associate the music with Étienne and more often than not, Edward has come home to hear it playing from some speaker, be it the one from the living room, or from Étienne’s computer in his room. It’s even gotten to the point where Edward can recognise some tunes and he’s even asked for the name of at least two songs that he actually really enjoyed. (Étienne had looked ecstatic. He’d even let him borrow the album.) (Edward hadn’t had the heart to tell him that he hadn’t liked the other tracks on it.)

Étienne lowers the music once he sees him and waves him over to the prized container of sushi.

“Were you expecting people over?” Edward says when he sees the multiple plastic boxes of sushi littering the counter. There are at least five and two are empty, while a third one has a decent dent in it.

“I was really hungry and I just ordered all my favourites,” He sounds apologetic and half-guilty, like a child scolded trying to make their case for their actions. Edward laughs, amused by Étienne’s antics, and rolls his eyes. This must have cost a small fortune, but he supposes that’s not his problem.

“That’s the worst way to order food.” He admonishes gently.

“Do you want free sushi or not?”

Edward mimes zipping his mouth shut and Étienne nods, pleased, and then hands over a container and motions for Edward to join him on the counter.

Edward isn’t convinced by the idea and gives his roommate a questionable look, “You know we have perfectly good chairs and a very sturdy table. I’m sure it can hold your mountain of sushi.”

“Shut up, Murphy; this is the only way to eat take-out sushi.” There’s a teasing grin to Étienne’s retort and Edward rolls his eyes and hops up onto the counter. Étienne seems tremendously pleased and Edward figures there’s at least that.

“Lemme guess, you want me to eat with my hands like a heathen?”

Étienne scoffs and nudges the chopsticks out of Edward’s reach. Edward sighs, rolls his eyes, and then picks out a sushi piece, before popping it into his mouth. He likes the variety of textures and flavours, even if he has no idea what’s in it. It’s good, is what matters, and it hits the spot.

They eat this way for a while, tranquil, sitting on the kitchen counter, Étienne’s legs still swinging wildly, and Edward comes to agree with the fact that perhaps this is the best way to eat sushi after all.

“You know,” Edward starts to say when they start picking at another box, “I always liked to eat the leftover sushi on the day after. When it’s a little bit hard. Is that weird?” He says it softly, as if confessing to some deep, shameful secret, but Étienne gasps and looks excited by the shared secret.

“Me too! My sister said I was weird! I sometimes got extra just so I could have hard day old sushi!”

A laugh bubbles out of Edward’s chest that takes hold of Étienne and they both laugh at this shared absurdity.

“I once ordered sushi specifically to eat it the day after,” Edward ads.

“That’s brilliant! Why didn’t I ever think of that?!”

For as much as Étienne is a bit of an oddball, he’s also relatable to a fault at times and Edward has found a kindred spirit in him in the few months he’s been in the city.

“There’s a place back home that’s really good. Like – really, really good. I go there every time I go back home. If ever, for some absurd reason, you’re in town, I’ll take you to it.” He knows he sounds a little hesitant and shy, but the idea of someone like Étienne coming out west to Alberta for any reason whatsoever always sounds odd to him. Étienne seems as though he’d fit best in some bohemian city and not someplace like Edmonton. Still, he can’t help but imagine, if only for a moment, what it would be like to have his friend over, but he rids his mind of such thoughts before they get the best of him.

“Absolutely! You better! Plus you need to take me to your Butter Dish Palace and Talus Valley.”

Edward near chokes laughing and has to hold himself from falling off the counter, “Oh my God – it’s – it’s the Butterdome and the Talus Dome. Then there’s the River Valley. They’re just silly landmarks though... well – ok the River Valley is legit, but –”

Étienne cuts him off before he can go off, “Listen, you’ve shown me photos, you’ve mentioned them forty thousand times, I’ve brought you to the silly landmarks of this city – it’s only fair! I want to see these places with my own eyes! And then you can take me to sushi. It’s the way it’s gotta go, Murphy. I keep bringing you to bagels and other food.”

Edward wants to argue the point, but Étienne is right. In any event, he highly doubts Étienne will actually ever come out to visit him. Still – Étienne is an unpredictable fellow, he might just surprise him.

“All right, all right – hand over the other container now.”

Message de Eddy

Questions

1. Do you want sushi?

2. Do you plan on coming home at some point?

Étienne looks away from his easel when he hears his phone chime. He puts down his paintbrush and stretches, before walking over to the worktable where he’s abandoned his phone. It’s been one of those days where he’s locked himself up in the studio and lost all sense of time. He’s been working on a new painting of his – something for his latest series and figured he’d use the day to get a head start. He’s been at it for hours now and his stomach growls in hunger at the idea of sushi. He knows he could use a break. It feels as though his head has been swimming in turpentine, so maybe a change of air is good.

Message from Teddy <3

1. Always.

2. Only if you’re there as well <3

Edward grins to himself when he gets the message from his spot on the kitchen counter. He taps out an answer on his phone and tries to rein himself in from stealing yet another piece of sushi from the already open plastic container. He could eat the rest and pretend there weren’t as many containers, but he knows better.

Message de Eddy

Perfect. I may or may not have a large amount of sushi and I figured I could be nice and share, instead of stuffing my face in it, since you’ve been ignoring me for the past several days. Therefore, if you want any, you better get your butt here. Or I will finish these off by myself. You know I can. (Please, don’t let me do that again. It’s not worth it.)

Étienne laughs; his partner is a gift, honestly. Edward is always good for a laugh and always knows when and how to pull him out from his intense work periods when he somehow or other manages to neglect all basic needs such as food and sleep. It’s as if he has a sixth sense for these things.

Étienne rinses off his paintbrush and tidies up a bit. He figures he might as well take a break and call it a day. He can drive Edward crazy and work on some more coloured sketches instead, just to get a rise out of him.

He shuts the lights and then heads out, letting the change of light and air wake him up some from the smell of paint and turpentine he had been in. (Ventilation only went so far at times, even if it hadn’t been that bad and the patio doors had been open.)

Étienne makes it home in less than three minutes and lets himself fall to the bench by the door before removing his shoes and slipping on his slippers. Of course, there’s already jazz music playing and he’s not even surprised. Edward is a giant softy and likes to set up these things for him. He’s come to associate a nice night in with the playlist of jazz music Edward has collected over the years and more often than not, Étienne has been surprised by the rather large collection Edward has garnered with time. It’s even gotten to the point where sometimes, Edward will surprise him with news about a jazz band that he used to follow once upon a time, as if Edward has kept up with them over these long years. (There have been times when Edward has informed him about bands that he no longer cares about.) (Étienne hadn’t had the heart to tell him that he didn’t follow them anymore. Edward had looked ecstatic. Étienne didn’t want to ruin that.)

Edward hops off the kitchen counter and comes to greet him instead, before helping him over back to the counter.

“I didn’t know we were having people over,” Étienne says as he accepts a hand from Edward to get onto the counter. There are at least six containers of sushi and one has at least a piece missing from it.

“I just ordered our favourites and I figured you’d appreciate lunch tomorrow.” He doesn’t sound apologetic and neither does he sound guilty. Instead, he’s defiant, daring Étienne to call him out on his brilliant plan. Étienne rolls his eyes, amused, and fond by Edward’s antics. This must have cost a small fortune, but he supposes that’s not his problem.

He shakes his head for good measure and Edward gently shoves at his shoulder.

“Do you want free sushi or not?”

Étienne answers by reaching over for one of the containers and offers first pick to Edward as a peace offering. Edward nods, pleased, and takes a piece he’d been eyeing since the container had arrived. He then motions for Étienne to join him.

There are no chopsticks and there is no need for much conversation. There’s a perfectly good set of chairs and a very sturdy table they could use, but the kitchen counter makes it all the better, especially when they’re sitting at it. They’re tranquil, pleased in each other’s company and the whole setting helps enhance the flavours of the now very familiar sushi. It’s good, still, and it hits the spot.

Étienne still swings his legs out of habit and Edward stills it with his foot for a moment, before leaning in close. Étienne stops and lets him have the moment for the time being. Even after all these years, this is still the best way to eat sushi, in his humble opinion.

“You know,” Étienne starts to say when they start picking at another box, “Forget lunch; I’d rather have these for breakfast with you tomorrow morning.”

Edward looks at him for a moment and then grins, soft and pleased, “There’s just something about leftover sushi on the day after.” He adds. Étienne nods and steals the next piece, before Edward can get to it.

“Weirdo,” Étienne says, mouth full, grin wide.

“Your weirdo.” Edward corrects.

Étienne smiles at him, soft and sweet, and oh so very pleased. “My weirdo,” He agrees.

“We make a good pair of weirdoes.” Edward says after a lapsed moment of silence, once they’ve slowed down on the intake of sushi.

Étienne leans his head on his shoulder as an answer and they fall quiet once again in the knowledge of the statement. They remain seated on their kitchen counter, sushi boxes littering the place for a while longer, before they’ll get stacked away in the refrigerator, and then eaten the following morning at that strange but delicious consistency they both like. They’ll sit beside the Butterdome butter dish Edward had brought back from Edmonton that one winter and will remain hidden behind the refrigerator door filled with magnets of all the strange but wonderful landmarks of both Montréal, Edmonton and all the other wonderful and sometimes strange cities they’d visited over the years.

It doesn’t matter what Étienne’s sister thinks, but when they’ll next head over to Edmonton for a visit, Edward knows Étienne will find another magnet to add of his favourite “Talus Valley.” They’ll stop by Kyoto, the place Edward had mentioned ages ago, like they always do when they visit together, and they’ll order too much sushi, like they always do. They’ll say they need to try other places – Étienne will go so far as to find all the worst rated places they could go to, but in the end they’ll stick to their tried and tested. There’s just something comforting in the knowledge of familiarity that they’ve both come to love with time.

FIN

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