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cosmiles · 10 months

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𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔

➢ the story of how kirishima falls in love with you

note: this is actually the fic that inspired me to come back and write again. it was dated feb 2021 but i don't remember ever posting it lol. it seemed fitting as my first fic back. i hope you enjoy <33

characters: kirishima

content: fluff, slight angst, mutual pinning, insecurities, 2nd-year kirishima and friends :p

words: 2.6k

Being in love is like being on cloud nine. Your heart swells with love and it feels like nothing could bring you down to Earth. Except for maybe the cold, dark feeling of rejection. Where it feels like an arrow has been shot through your heart and you come crashing to the ground. Wheezing for air, while the person of your affection rips your heart into a billion little pieces.

And Eijirou Kirishima would 100 percent wholeheartedly agree with that statement. As most people do, he’s had his fair share of crushes and rejections. Six to be exact. Yet, Kirishima never knew where he went wrong. He followed the same plan every time. Once he knew he had a crush, Eijirou would try to become close with them and then confess after he built up his courage. But each time, he was met with rejection after rejection.

Each time Kirishima would bounce back, but after a while, it just hurt too much. It didn't help that he was rejected six times before he even went to high school, but each person was rude in their response. Rejection is bad enough, but to rub dirt into the new wound was uncalled for and downright “unmanly.”

And those rejections certainly didn’t help Eijirou's insecurities. But even with his new makeover before high school, the insecurities were still very present. No matter how hard Kirishima tried to push them down, they still seem to float back up in his head. Especially when you were around.

You, the one with the smile that lifted everyone’s moods. You, the one with slicked-back edges that always stayed in place in a different hairstyle every 2 weeks. You, the one that helped everyone without a complaint. You, the one that stayed stuntin' even in a school uniform. You, the one that had everyone listening when you talked. You, the one that made Kirishima’s brain decide to clock out.

To be completely honest, Kirishima never thought he would crush on you. Not because you weren't good-looking, which you were, and exactly his type. But, because he assumed he would always see you as a friend. You both had major chemistry from the beginning, constantly acting like you knew each other for years instead of just meeting. This, of course, led to the both of you becoming instant friends.

He didn't even have an ounce of romantic feelings till the day they moved into the dorms. As Kirishima showed off his room, both you and Uraraka lit up with excitement. But he wasn’t worried about her. He was stuck on all the compliments you were giving on his room.

“Oh, Eiji! Your room is perfect! It matches your vibe perfectly!” You said as you peered around his room. Everyone, minus Uraraka, was completely unfazed and moved to the next room. He went to follow, yet you were still peering around his room with amazement in your eyes.

“You coming y/n?” He asked, watching you turn away from the books on his shelf.

“Yeah, sorry! I just really like how much your room represents you! It's so cool!” You stated while you both tried to catch up with the others.

‘It would be better if you were in it.’ He thought with a smile before his brain did a double-take. What did he just say? Or rather think?

That was the day the seed was planted and the thought of you was embedded in his brain.

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At first, Kirishima swore it was a phase. Doesn’t everyone think about dating their friend at least once? Then one night, he thought about what it would be like to hold you while he slept. Would you let him be big spoon or prefer him to be little? He found out two things that night: one, that he had fallen for you hard, and two, how hard it was to sleep without you.

After that revelation, he’s never been the same around you. Before, Eijirou had no problem talking with you. But now, it just seemed like every time he tried to talk to you or vice versa, his heart thought it was the perfect time to run a marathon. He would start the conversation fine, but by the end, he regretted every sentence he said. 'Was that compliment too far? Did you think his joke was stupid? You laughed, but was it out of pity?'

It was a very bittersweet crush. Of course, Kirishima loved being around you and making you smile, but he hated when you walked away and his insecurities took over. It also didn’t help that he wasn't the only one that wanted to get with you. His self-doubting thoughts would constantly remind Eijirou about how much better his “competition” was and that you would probably choose them over him anyways. With his luck, it wasn’t likely that anyone he liked would like him back, especially someone as gorgeous as you. So, the safe bet was to just stay friends and wait for his feelings to hopefully die out.

Fortunately, his friends were having none of that. They first found out about his crush a month into it. Of course, Sero and Denki clowned him for it while Mina was acting like a little kid in a candy store. Bakugo pretended like he could care less, assuming this “little crush” would blow over. He gave Kirishima another two weeks, maybe a month. But, a month turned into two, then three, and suddenly, they were halfway through their second year. And Eijirou was still a lovesick puppy.

At this point, they were all irritated that he still didn’t make a move. It wasn’t funny to Sero and Denki anymore and Mina had been ready for Kirishima to make the next step. But, seeing as nothing had changed from the time they found out, they decided to take matters into their own hands. So, on one of the days that Eijirou was at his internship, his friends forced themselves into Bakugo’s room to brainstorm.

Every idea was shot down by Bakugo for being too elaborate or likely to fail. After two hours of brainstorming with no ideas, Bakugo finally put his two cents into the conversation. He suggested that they should just give him a “little push” by talking to him. It seemed like a simple plan so they all agreed. And that’s how Kirishima found himself tapped to a chair, later that night.

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It was like an interrogation scene in a cliche cop movie. Eijirou was surrounded by his friends who were all dressed in black with sunglasses (yes even Bakugo; Mina made them do it).

“So, um what is this?” Kirishima asked, receiving blank stares and a lamp shoved in his face as a response.

“This is an intervention!” Mina replied.

“An intervention? Uh, what did I do?” He questioned. His brain started scanning through everything he had ever done.

“Take a wild guess, idiot,” Bakugo growled, as he ripped off his sunglasses.

“Is this because I borrowed one of your tubs of eco gel? I ran out of mine and yours smelled so good.” He asked Mina.

“Wait what? No-” Mina started before getting interrupted by Kirishima.

“Um, is this because I helped Sero tape all of Bakugo’s drumsticks to the ceiling? Or because I helped Denki and you-” He rambled before Mina cut him off.

“Ok, ok, ok. Stop snitching on us and yourself.” She glanced over to Bakugo who was barely being held back by Denki. “This is about you and y/n.”

Kirishima’s heart started sprinting after hearing your name. They already knew how he felt so what more did they want?

“Wh-what about y/n?” He asked.

“Bro, we’re almost third years yet you still haven’t made a move,” Sero replied as he ran to the other side of the room to avoid Bakugo's wrath.

“Yeah, not gonna lie it's kinda embarrassing and hard to watch,” Denki added.

“He’s right but that’s beside the point. I mean it's not that hard, all you have to do is just tell them.” Mina stated, clearly starting to get irritated.

“It's not that simple though. There are so many things that could go wrong. For one, I could lose our friendship. Or I might-” Kirishima started before being interrupted by Sero.

“Wow, it's been a while since I’ve seen you whine like this.”

“I’m not whining! I’m just stating facts! Jeez, let me speak out loud.” Kirishima yelled.

“If it makes you feel better, a couple of people in general studies were thinking about asking them out soon,” Denki added, earning a glare from everyone.

“I- how does that make me feel better?” Kirishima asked.

“Well, you see..good point,” Denki replied.

“You guys aren't helping whatsoever!” Mina groaned. “You know what! Everybody out! Right now!”

“Tch, I didn’t even say anything. Besides this is my room.” Bakugo mumbled.

“Jeez, Bakugo if you didn’t want them to find your stash of All Might merch that’s all you had to say,” Denki stated, before walking out of the room.

“Run that back?” Bakugo asked, his eye twitching violently.

“He probably got more than Midoriya,” Sero sneered as he followed after Denki.

“Racoon eyes, try not to trash my room. These two idiots need to relearn their lesson.” Bakugo states, the little pops of his explosions sounding around the room. He flies out of his room, slamming the door shut in the process.

“That’s not my name and you know it!” Mina yells as she ignores the faint explosions and screams. “Look, Kiri. Ignore them, but seriously when are you going to tell y/n you like them?”

“I-” Eijirou started before Mina interrupted him.

“Do I have to lock you in the closet? Cause I will if I have to!”

“What no! I just-”

“You just what? I honestly don’t get what’s stopping you, Kiri. I mean none of us can see into the future so who knows what could happen? This decision could change your life for the better! I just don’t want you to regret this.” Mina stated.

Kirishima thought this over, weighing the pros and cons of the situation. Mina was right. He did say he wanted to live life to the fullest without regrets. So what was stopping him? Rejection. Getting hurt again. Losing one of his best friends. The fear of not being able to recover from this. But he couldn’t let that hold him back. Not after all he’s worked for. Not after how far he’s come. He was Red Riot. Unbreakable.

“I’ll do it.” He replied.

“You sure? Because I have three other pages of ideas.” Mina joked.

“Yeah, this has been going on for far too long,” Eijirou answered. “But, um, can you take this tape off now?”

“After you replace my eco gel. Don't think I forgot about that!”

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It was two more weeks before Kirishima made his move. Two long weeks where he was ready to confess and backed out. Honestly, his friends all thought they were going to have another “intervention”. And as Kirishima was yet again preparing to back out and try again next week, he overheard someone from general studies talking about asking you out soon. Eijirou was running out of time.

During lunch, you agreed to meet him behind the school after classes let out. His friends saw and knew exactly what was about to happen. For the rest of lunch, they hyped him up and built up his confidence. Kirishima felt like nothing could bring him down. He was unstoppable, unbreakable.

Yet when the final bell rang, signaling the end of the day, his insecurities started bubbling in his stomach. All of that confidence from lunch was still there but quickly fleeing. But Eijirou couldn’t back out now. He was right at the finish line.

‘No regrets. No regrets.’ He repeated to himself as he sped-walk to behind the school. And as soon as he got a glimpse of your hair, his nerves went into overdrive. He could do this. He couldn’t do this. He could do this. He couldn’t do this. He could do this.

“Hey, Eiji!” You said, with your signature smile. Well, there goes his heart.

“Hey- uh hi y/n. Were you waiting here long?” He replies. And there goes his brain.

“Nope, I had to help Tsuyu real quick. So, what did you have to tell me?” You asked. Oh no. Here it comes.

“I- well I wanted to tell you that I um...” Kirishima started. He couldn’t do this. This would ruin everything. All of his insecurities were bubbling up and crashing around in his head. It was like he was in middle school all over again. Palms sweaty. Throat closed. Everything crashing down. He can’t do this. He can’t do this. He can’t-

“Eiji? Is everything ok?” You ask, clearly confused about what was going on. He peered into your eyes. They were full of warmth, hope. He had to do this. So Kirishima bit the bullet and poured out his heart to you.

“I like you. A lot. And at first, I thought this was just a phase but it's not. This is too hard to fake and nothing could replace this feeling. And I get that you probably have a line of people trying to date you and I know I could never live up to that. But if we were together I would never lie, make you cry, or do something behind your back. I would be faithful and always stay through the good or bad, all day every day. Y/n, you’re the one for me and I want to be the one for you. If- if you’ll let me?”

It was done. Now to prepare for the rejection. But, it never came. You were silent. Your warm eyes were blown into shock. It looked like there were so many things you wanted to say, yet no sound came out. While it looked like you were having an existential crisis, Eijirou was having one of his own. His fight or flight was activated, but he knew he had to stay. Your response meant everything to him.

“Do you- did you mean that?” You questioned, eyes glassy.

“I- yeah. Every word.” He replied. He had come this far already; might as well go the whole mile.

“Well then, you’ve got my heart.” You answered.

Yup. He figured you would reject- Wait what?

“W-what?” Kiri questioned.

“I’ve liked you ever since we met, but I never felt brave enough to say a word.” You admitted.

That was unexpected. And now his heart is soaring. Apparently, the seventh time is the charm. He just wants to run all the way to America and back. Do backflips off a train. But he can’t, he has to, needs to, keep himself calm.

“Wow, I had no idea. And now I feel bad for waiting for so long to say something. Um, how about I take you out Saturday to make up for it?” Kirishima asked, rubbing his neck in hopes of calming down his nerves.

“So tomorrow?” You replied.

“Uh yeah! Is that ok?” He asked, slightly panicking.

“Of course! Just don't be late or bail on me!” You joked, your signature smile appearing again.

"I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Kirishima stated, his smile also appearing over the sincerity of his words.

This was everything that Eijirou had always longed for. Someone sharing the same strong feelings he had. It felt nice for a chance. He knew he had another situation to stress about (your date!), but that could be saved for later. Now, he just wanted to bask in this feeling. And despite being rejected so many times, it didn’t matter. He wanted to be with you, needed to be with you, and now he was.

➢ thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed and don't forget that Jesus loves you, to drink water, eat some food, and get some rest :))

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crazyk-imagine · 2 years

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The Good, The Bad, and The Working on It

Additional Summary: Jake met at the Hard Deck but slowly began to act as If they’d known each other for years, minus Mrs. Seresin not mentioning to him or the other pilots that she has kids. They didn’t faze him, he just found it hard when they wouldn’t let him into their lives. Not much changed when they got married, it did help keep Jake from losing his mind when drops off the kid’s lunches and stopped the others from teasing him about his feelings (to which he denied) he has for his future lady... until that teasing turned into teasing complaints which he happily accepted, as long as he got his girl, he’s all good.

- This is basically a collection of Dad Jake (Stepdad Jake [but he’s a better father to the Maryanne and Edwin than their own bio dad]) and how soft he can be

T/W: Cursing (nothing as bad as One Shot, I promise), drinking, alcohol, rough family relationships (but things get better), not enough communication (always communicate with your partner), weddings, marriage, pregnancy, preventing fights from happening between our favorite pilot crew, Aunt Penny being a mom figure to Mrs. Seresin, Soft Jake, Rooster judges our favorite cocky pilot aka him being a little shit, Javy being a good friend, Bob being the DJ (the Seresin’s swear they won’t use him again), Mickey the photographer, everyone teasing Jake and Mrs. Seresin

So... I finally made a decision and made this into a series... Enjoy!

Table of Contents

I. The Good, The Bad, and The Working on It Prequel // Ao3: The Good, The Bad, and The Working on It Prequel

Summary: You were too stressed to care. And then he walked in, with no manners to share. You were sure to remind him of such a thing. Turns out, it worked because he was waiting. The two of you talk, leading to a friendship; the pilot crew took that as a good thing. They hoped that someone would tone down his cockiness, that much was certain. They all knew he was smitten for you, if only they knew you harbored feelings for him.

II. The Good, The Bad, and The Working on It // Ao3: The Good, The Bad, and The Working on It

Summary: Your kids do not like Jake. Actually... that’s a lie. They liked him before he asked you out. But now that the two of you are married and he is their stepdad, now they really do not like him. One day before the kids come home, he decides to stay away from the house for a few days because the last thing he would want to do is jeopardize your relationship with your babies. This is when the kids realize how much of a good, caring guy he is, and they slowly begin to accept him.

(Smut) III. The Good, The Bad, and The Big Birthday Bash (Edwin’s Birthday) // Ao3: The Good, The Bad, and The Big Birthday Bash (Edwin’s Birthday)

Summary: Your youngest wants to have a cowboy birthday party, and who are you to prevent that from happening. You recruit Jake (and reluctantly the others) to help with planning and getting the supplies. All is fine in the first hour or two of the party but then Jake comes in looking... how does one say this without making them seem like a piece of meat... he looked fine as hell (and teases you throughout the whole party when he understands your look).

IV. The Good, The Bad, and The Somewhat Okay Father’s Day (Pt. 1)// ao3: The Good, The Bad, and The Somewhat Okay Father’s Day (Pt. 1)

Summary: The kids want to plan a few fun activities to do for Father’s Day since it is Jake’s first official holiday being their dad (not that he wasn’t before but now it’s on paper). A few minor mishaps do happen, but it makes for a good memory as the first among many to come. It also helps that Jake just laughs and enjoys the day with all of you.

V. The Somewhat Good, The Better, and the New Family Member (Pt. 2) // Ao3: The Somewhat Good, The Better, and the New Family Member (Pt. 2)

Summary: Remember when you could barely keep your hands to yourself at Edwin’s cowboy party, well, as the title clearly points out there was one good thing that came out of that situation. You just don’t know how to tell Jake; it also doesn’t help that due to the first two times you did tell the father of your baby that you were, in fact, pregnant, he left years later. You know Jake would never do something like this, but it doesn’t change what you experienced before.

VI. The Good, The Better, and The Second Birthday Bash (Maryanne’s Birthday) // Ao3: The Good, The Better, and The Second Birthday Bash (Maryanne’s Birthday)

Summary: Jake might have had a lot of influence on the theme of this birthday party (but he does not regret it one bit). You just know you were lucky you have a whole pilot crew to help because there was no way in hell you would have known how to throw a party with a pilot theme. Okay, maybe that’s a lie, the cake- the cake you could do but making sure other minor decorations were accurate, you would be lost. There might also be a surprise guest *cough* DJ Bob *cough*.

VII. The Great, The Good, and The Anniversary // Ao3: The Great, The Good, and The Anniversary

Summary: It is yours and Jake first wedding anniversary, time to take that cake out of the freezer! Bob, Bradley, and Javy offered to take the kids out for the day, weekend, whatever the two of you wanted, they would happily do it... they miss hanging out the Maryanne and Edwin plus Baby Jake (not the baby’s actual name, it’ just- she looks so much like her dad, you could not resist the nickname) so honestly, this is a bit of a win-win situation for all of you. Neither of you thought there was going to be much of a change with your relationship but to know that the two of you have been married for a year and now have three beautiful children together brings a sense of warmth to both of your hearts.

VIII. The Good, The Better, and The Birth // Ao3: The Good, The Better, and The Birth

Summary: You don’t remember your first two being as active as this little booger butt, but here we are, waking up from our somewhat glorious slumber (in the middle of the night... alone). You’re quick to shout out for the one person your husband has a tough time with... Chicken. He makes it clear that he is not the father since the doctors and nurses keep trying to have him stay in the room, by your side. Jake finally finishes the damn paperwork, turning his ringer on to find that his phone is blowing up from Chicken. You and Jake are lucky he didn’t get arrested with how many laws he broke to get to you.

IX. The Great, The Holidays, and The Festivities (Pt. 1) // Ao3: The Great, The Holidays, and The Festivities (Pt. 1)

Summary: Okay, this is it, the first big holiday being celebrated (since you were way too pregnant to do anything [your words, not Jake’s] besides try to find a comfortable position for you to sleep in). Now, all five of you can celebrate at the cabin Jake’s rented for the “holiday”. Or in this case, your husband chose a random week to play catch up before the actual holidays.

X. The Better, The Fine, and The Camping trip (Pt. 2) // Ao3: The Better, The Fine, and The Camping trip (Pt. 2)

Summary: Jake decides it’s time for the Seresin clan to go on their first family trip (before his babies grow up and don’t want to). While he plans the whole thing, you work on finding someone to housesit; you’ve narrowed it down to three candidates: Penny (of course, she’s a very responsible adult), Bob (do I need to add on, plus he won’t forget to water the one plant you have... that he conveniently named Bobby Jr), and finally last but not least, Callie (she and Natasha were running but she’s going to use her free time to visit her family).

XI. The Great, The Hectic, and The Parent Birthday Bash (Jake and Mrs. Seresin) // Ao3: The Great, The Hectic, and The Parent Birthday Bash (Jake and Mrs. Seresin)

Summary: It’s time for the adults to catch up with their birthday celebrations, courtesy of the Pilot Crew. Ever since you two started dating, got engaged, and later married; you never had the time to celebrate (Jake was deployed and it was never the right time). The Pilot Crew know how much you two do for the kids and want you two to be able to get out and celebrate so they did it. And, a special (not so surprise) guest, is the one… the only… DJ Bob.

XII. The Better, The Fun, and the year Jake sobs // Ao3: The Better, The Fun, and the year Jake sobs

Summary: It’s that spooky time of year again (followed by the Jolly holiday). But it’s also a fun year because now you and Jake can dress up your little girl (and she’s the cutest thing anyone’s ever seen, of course [Jake gets extra cocky]). It’s also the year your husband realizes that his little girl is gonna grow up before he knows it and gets sad. He’s lucky he has you there to help him through these tough times.

XIII. The Amazing, The Crazy, and The Creation of the No Touching Rule // Ao3: The Amazing, The Crazy, and The Creation of the No Touching Rule

Summary: It’s that time again. This time is better though because Jake’s there to help you and coach you (and whimper as you crush his hand). He also may or may not have called Midwife Chicken, if he happens to pass out from pain… pain… Ha ha, not pain, no pain. Midwife Chicken to the rescue if Jake happens to pass out from his excitement of baby number two.

XIV. The Good, The Shocking, and The Sneaking out // Ao3: The Good, The Shocking, and The Sneaking out

Summary: You and Jake are settling into being parents of one teenager, one almost teenager, and two youngins. It can get crazy but neither of you would trade it for the world. It also doesn’t help that it’s Halloween and your first born, Maryanne, wants to go to a friend’s party. You and Jake tell her no but, she doesn’t like that answer.

XV. The Great, The Fine, and The Shut Down // Ao3: The Great, The Fine, and The Shut Down

Summary: Jake’s always been good at finding you gifts you can use every day or ones that can have a sentimental value but now, it’s time you give him something else to look forward to... again. You’re happy you were able to give him a happy memory in his childhood hometown.

XVI. The Amazing, The Great, and The Last of his Bloodline // Ao3: The Amazing, The Great, and The Last of his Bloodline

Summary: You love Jake so much but there is only so much you can do. You love your kids with all your heart and more, it’s just. You feel like you’re hitting that old age and can’t have another youngin before you hit your forties. Now, you’ve just got to try and bring the topic up to Jake and hope you don’t break his heart.

Edits

Part 1 - Collage

Part 2 - Social Media (Twitter)

Part 3 - Social Media (Instagram)

Answers

Part 1

Sneak Peeks

Part 1 - Prequel

Part 2 - Chapter I

Part 3 - Chapter II

Part 4 - Chapter

Part 5 - Chapter

Extra’s

The Lunch Incident // Ao3: The Lunch Incident

The First “I Love You’s” // Ao3: The First “I Love You’s”

Move in with Us? // Ao3: Move in with Us?

The Keys // Ao3: The Keys

Jake being Dramatic // Ao3: Jake being Dramatic

It’s a PC Emergency! // Ao3: It’s a PC Emergency!

Dance, Dance, The Night Away // Ao3: Dance, Dance, The Night Away

Headcanons

Mrs. Seresin // Ao3: Mrs. Seresin

The Kids // Ao3: The Kids

Jake “Hangman” Seresin // Ao3: Jake “Hangman” Seresin

TGM Pilot Crew // Ao3: TGM Pilot Crew

Series Timeline

Taglist: @abaker74 @ebonyhogan24 @shanimallina87 @starkleila @kurtkunkle17

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flowerslut · 2 months

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shamefully despite how easily i am influenced i have not made my way through your ao3 catalogue. where would be a good starting point? (licking kink not required but always appreciated)

wow thanks for giving me an excuse to make a compilation of my (shorter) twilight fics that I want more people to read!!!!! ok ok so all my best favorite ones (minus call of the night. we are pretending call of the night does not exist, okay? dont think about it. dont even look at it) are my mid-length ones. now, first and foremost: I am an angst writer, and boy do I love to whump on alice and jasper, so in no particular order, you should read these fun little jalice fics while you wait for me to update roots over the next few weeks/months

North Star

rated: M words: 20,336 chapters: one-shot summary: "He’s the Eye of the South. The god of war. Master of battle and oracle of death. He’s not just the most dangerous weapon the world has ever seen, but he’s a man in love. And combining those two just makes this so much worse. Jasper sees a girl in his head, and he's afraid of what comes next."

thoughts: okay i lied, they are in a particular order. or at least this one is. this is my favorite twilight fic I've written (I think) and I got dramatic as fuck with it. written for jalice week back in 2021, the prompt was "power/ability swap" and you get exactly that: jasper is the psychic, alice is the empath, everything else is the same... or is it? this is also notably the first fic I ever sent to someone (g, obviously) to look over/give corrections to, so that might be why it has fewer stupid grammatical/sentence structure issues than most of my other stuff (minus roots). content warning for physical abuse, implied sexual assault, and mild sexual content. (also on ff.net)

The Almost Quiet

rated: T words: 10,365 chapters: one-shot summary: "He wants to blame loneliness, but maybe this is what was meant for him all along. A long road that leads to a depressing end. Longing after a girl he doesn’t know whose mind is lost."

thoughts: the last line of this fic is my personal favorite one I've written in recently memory! anyways this is an all-human AU, (sort of). in 1920, alice and jasper meet as humans and jasper's job gets much harder after that. this one is far from the best on this list, but it's entertaining, angsty, and has a satisfying ending imo. content warning for forced institutionalization and ableist language. (also on ff.net)

Déjà-rêvé

rated: T words: 6,551 chapters: one-shot summary: "It's nothing Alice had ever seen. It was no vision, no dream. It was only a possibility that had haunted the back of her mind like a nightmare for as long as she'd known what was out there for her to fear. Jasper had never known about this fear until it became their reality."

thoughts: this is the shortest one on this list, and since you like roots, you'll probably like this. its vaguely similar in that it's a whumpy post-breaking dawn AU, but this is only a snippet of an aftermath in which alice loses her power. wrote it for secret santa 2022 and had a BLAST with it. (if you want more whumpy one-shots my ao3 is chock full of whumptober prompts)

No Friend of Mine

rated: T words: 15,199 chapters: one-shot summary: "He contemplates telling Peter about Alice’s visits, but something holds him back from doing it. Perhaps because it doesn’t feel like Alice whenever she’s lying on his bedroom floor, curled in an old blanket that’s too small for him but perfectly sized for her, utterly still and silent even while awake. A part of him feels like it would be a betrayal to reveal this side of her to someone even as close to him as Peter is. After all, Peter is his friend. And Alice is… well, not."

thoughts: I think this fic is severely underrated, but maybe that's because I literally came up with the concept and wrote it over the course of a day and a half or something insane like that, and I think that for a hastily written secret santa gift from 2020, it holds up sooo well. it's an all-human AU where alice is the weird new girl, and like always, jasper is in way over his head. all the cullens get a role, it has the 'fluffiest' moments, and its faaaantastic. content warning for child abuse.

The Hunted

rated: T words: 26,664 chapters: 11 summary: "It's not so wise if you try to run."

thoughts: this one is the most self-indulgent (with the most questionable characterization tbh) based on g's post from 2019 that says 'twilight, but when bella slips away from jasper and goes to the ballet studio to meet james, he isn’t there. he waited until everyone split up in the airport, and then went for alice instead. in the ensuing chaos, while everyone is freaking out, victoria grabs bella.' this is the only one on the list I might take a look at in the future to rewrite chunks of, but it's great fun your honor. ignore what anyone else tells you about the ending. but make sure to keep this short sequel/epilogue handy, for... reasons. (also on ff.net)

A Loyal Wife

rated: M words: 21,930 chapters: 5 summary: "Alice is only a Lady because she was forced to be one. She much rather preferred being untitled. Just a constant in this strange family of women. Girls both grown and not, betrothed to the man who protects and spoils them. Quickly the newborns realize that Alice is more weapon than wife, and that suits her just fine."

thoughts: last but certainly not least is my attempt at 'jalice enemies-to-lovers' that I wrote over the course of two days while on vacation. this story has everything: southern wars, a marriage cult, weird power dynamics, and [checks notes] trying to seduce your enemy mid-fight. this is another one of my favorites, and maybe the messiest (affectionate) as far as story content goes (of course, minus roots). content warnings for sexual assault/dubious consent.

#jalice #twilight fanfiction #alice cullen #jasper hale #no but seriously if you haven't read call of the night just hold off on it for now #the entire series is like half a million words rn but the beginning is SO POORLY DONE that i always wish I could make it like.#invisible to people on AO3 until I can fix it. that way I can CONTINUE the series #the fic/series as a whole is hashtag Good but you can just TELL the fist 20-50k was written by a high school kid. bc it was #thats on me for not editing well enough back in 2017/18

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aspiringtrashpanda · 2 years

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🫀LAW x LUFFY👒

This is a request for my event! I am still taking requests, just no promise on delivery time :)

The other side of the bed was empty.

Law frowned, blinking bleary eyes in the dim lighting of his bedroom aboard the Polar Tang. Soft light trickled through the multiple portholes that lined the wall above his desk, illuminating only the edges of his furniture, catching the silver of his coin collection in its display case, the dip in the mattress where the sheets had been thrown back and abandoned.

Groggily, Law pulled the duvet around his shoulders, the absence of the bed’s other occupant rendering him cold. It may have been a shiver that had woken him in the first place, the clock on the bedside table reading that it was an hour before muscle memory would have jumpstarted his day. Though, the odds that he had woken due to his lover’s departure was more plausible. Sleep never came easy for Law when apart from Luffy.

Not that that was necessarily a bad thing. There were pros and cons. If he slept less when Luffy was halfway across the world, the Sunny floating on the waves of a different Blue, he managed to get more research done, his notebooks overflowing with nearly illegible script detailing various medical discoveries. And despite the way the dark bags under his eyes seemed to recede after prolonged exposure to Luffy’s clingy, rubbery arms, the distraction also meant less focus on his studies.

He wasn’t sure which one he preferred.

With a sigh of resignation, fully aware that sleeping in had flown out the porthole with the disappearance of his lover, Law pulled himself into a seated position, rearranging the blankets to drape over his shoulders. Like a cape for his bare torso, he savored the lingering warmth as he flicked on the lamp next to the bed. Just as a warm yellow light chased away the shadows of his room, a crash was heard outside his door.

“STRAW HAT! No, don’t!” Law recognized Shachi’s voice, muffled by distance and bouncing off the steel walls of the submarine’s insides.

A far too familiar snicker, the slap of ever-present sandals.

“Argh! It’s EVERYWHERE!” Penguin lamented, just as Luffy came bounding into Law’s room, throwing open the heavy door as if it weighed as much as a single feather.

“Torao!” Luffy shouted, wild beam stretching across his face, “I made coffee!”

Law blinked, “I can see that.”

His feet hip-width apart in what could only be described as a powerstance, Luffy stood at the end of a trail of watery footprints, curving into the hallway where a rather large puddle of a dark liquid was fighting with Penguin’s mop. Clad in nothing but his boxers and one of Law’s ratty old t-shirts, Luffy held a glass pot of coffee above his bedhead in triumph, completely oblivious that he had lost two thirds of the beverage on his sprint back to bed.

“Sorry captain! We tried to stop him, but...” Bepo loomed over Luffy’s shoulder, pure exasperation hollowing his furry features, “Sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, Bepo,” Law dismissed, his sleep-adled brain still trying to catch up with what had just happened, his eyes glued to Luffy as he fetched Law’s empty mug from the night before from atop his desk.

Bepo made to duck out of the room, twiddling his claws nervously.

“Oh, and Bepo?” Law stopped him, his gaze having drifted to the lazy light drifting through the portholes. The timing would be perfect. “How quickly can we resurface?”

Luffy hummed in curiosity as he plopped unceremoniously onto the mattress, shoving the cup of coffee into Law’s hands and squirming into his blanket-cape.

“We’re not that deep below the surface, captain,” Bepo shot Law a thumbs up, closing the door behind him as he called to Penguin and Shachi, “Breaching in T-minus five minutes!”

“Why do you wanna resurface?” Luffy pressed warm kisses against Law’s exposed shoulder in between kisses.

Purposefully shrugging the exact moment Luffy went in for another peck, his shoulder gently nudging Luffy’s teeth and making him pout in protest, Law smirked, “Just wait, Luffy-ya.”

“Do you like your coffee?” Big brown eyes stared at him intently. Law wondered if he had drank any of the coffee while making it. Luffy was energetic at all times, sure, but to be this hyper first thing in the morning was uncommon.

He took a sip of the coffee, and nearly spat it all over his bedspread.

“It’s great, love,” He mustered a week smile, closing his eyes to prevent from glaring at the man now forcing his way into Law’s lap. “How many sugars did you put in this?”

“I don’t know,” Luffy picked his nose with his pinky finger, leaning back against Law’s chest and ignoring his sniff of disgust, “Enough for it to taste good.”

“Of course,” Law rested his chin on Luffy’s head, the salty scent of his sea swept hair distracting from the throbbing of his gums.

It was then that their ears popped as the pressure changed within the room, the submarine slipping above the surface, bobbing on the waves of the North Blue.

Law used his free hand to squeeze Luffy’s, rested on his thigh. He had been right. The timing was perfect.

The room was ignited in shades of yellow and pink, his silver coins turned gold as the sunrise permeated the thick glass of the portholes. Luffy snickered, eyes on the glimmering waves as they danced like flames beneath the sun, igniting the horizon, thin clouds like smoke turned red in the brightening sky. The sound vibrated down his spine, tickling Law’s sternum, and Law pressed a kiss to the crown of Luffy’s head.

“What are we gonna do today, Torao?” Luffy’s voice oozed excitement as they watched the gulls circle above the submarine.

“Anything we want,” Law smiled over the rim of his botched beverage. He threw out his mental claim from earlier.

He would take mornings with Luffy over research any day.

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likesomekindofcheese · 2 years

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may I request something where joe mazzello is married to a lead singer of a band and has been for a while and she's brought up in an interview and he talks about how they met💞

Sure thing!

A/N: sorry these have been coming out slow. It's just lately I have been losing motivation to write for Queen and BohRap Cast members and I got distracted by other fanfic writing projects. Anyways, here ya go!

No warnings minus an accident where a dog is almost harmed but ends up safe (inspired by The Gilded Age)- just fluff!

Reader here is female, per the person's request.

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

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"Good Morning, Y/N! Tell us- isn't today your anniversary with Joe Mazzello?"

You nodded in the chair of the morning show. Your eyes adjusted t the glare of the bright lights. From behind one camera, leaning against the wall was your beloved husband. His hands were in his pockets and he was grinning, beaming as he watched you.

You looked at the lady with heavy pink lipstick and pearls for eight in the morning and nodded your head.

"Yes, I am! It's our third anniversary!" you answered.

She tilted her head, but you could tell that her pink, made-up smile was genuine. Although she was more accustomed to being glamorous and dressed nicely in the morning than you were, there was a real curiosity in her- like talking to a new friend, not a news show host.

"Congratulations!" she cried.

"Thank you!" you said.

"Is it hard with Little and Fierce touring so much?"

"Yes, I will admit, it does get hard. Sometimes I get so hoarse the next day I can't call him- all the singing you know. But he understands that even just texting is fine. Joe loves me and he supports me- this was always a dream of mine to be a singer in a band and he wants that for me..."

"Awww, how sweet!" she cooed.

You noticed Joe himself turned a little pink and folded his arms. You threw a look at him and he gave you a wink.

"How did you two meet?" she asked.

You let out a little laugh. Your eyes went up to dig the memory from your mind and then you began.

"You see...you know my dog Bean?"

"Oh yes- the corgi, right?"

"Right! He's still my baby! Well, I had just gotten him. He was just a little puppy and the apple of my eye- still is! And I was out in the city, walking him. Suddenly, I tripped over something on the sidewalk- something on the pavement, I, uh, think. And uhm...it surprised me so much I let go of the leash and Bean ran away- right into the street!"

"What! No!" she gasped.

"I had a heart attack- there were cars coming and they couldn't see the little guy! Then I saw a flash of red hair and...uh, Joe ran in."

"Into traffic?"

"Yup! He managed to dodge around the cars, scoop Bean into his arms, and get him to safety! Then he met me and Joe gave this...this smile. And...I, uh, I don't believe in love at first sight but...when he looked at me..."

Joe's own hazel eyes shot up. His face softened.

"I just knew he would change my life the moment I met him and he handed Bean to me. We then went out together. And the rest is history..." you finished.

And what a happy, blissful history you two had and had yet to create!

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blues824 · 1 year

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Headcanons of Dorm Leaders (minus Vil) + Jamil being voted 'Fairest In the Land' by their s/o. As a bonus, could we have Vil's reaction?

Special thanks to @roxanavanrouge2400 for helping me out with this! Please go check them out and support them on their Tumblr writing journey!

Riddle Rosehearts

You both were sitting in the middle of the Queen’s Labyrinth, enjoying a quiet date between the two of you. It was one of the rare instances where Riddle was very romantic, offering to push in your chair and pour your tea. He even let you take the first bite since he knows you haven’t eaten today.

You both were discussing your classes, how you liked Twisted Wonderland so far, how Grim was doing, basically anything that came to mind. That was when he noticed you were staring at him a lot, and it was making him nervous.

“My rose, is there something troubling you?” He asked.

“It’s nothing. I just think you’re the fairest one of all,” You said it as though it were the most obvious fact.

The Housewarden nearly spat out the tea he was drinking. He surely must’ve heard you wrong, right? Wrong, because you were looking into his eyes as though he were a rose in the midst of weeds. Heat started crawling up his neck and into his face. He tried to hide it by pressing a kiss to the back of your palm, but you giggled at how flustered he was.

Leona Kingscholar

You were cuddling in his bed. You had made a deal with Leona that if he attended a full week’s worth of classes in-person, he would get to hold you for the entire weekend. He obviously accepted and he was even attentive during the lectures.

As you both were facing each other, his tail wrapped around you, he caught you staring at him with a soft and loving gaze that never failed to make his heart flutter. He loved to know that he was the king within his heart.

‘“See something you like, herbivore?” He asked with a smug smirk.

“Only the fairest in the land” You responded while snuggling further into him.

That filled the Housewarden with pride as he held you even closer to him… if that was even possible at this point. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead as he saw you drifting off to sleep. You always knew how to make him feel so good after a stressful week.

Azul Ashengrotto

It was after hours, and Floyd had proposed a competition between him, Jade, and Azul. You would judge who was the best-looking out of the three, and you agreed because you already knew your answer.

Azul, for some reason, was nervous. Even though you were his significant other, he was still worried that you might find one of the twins more attractive than him. It was ridiculous to him to still be so insecure when you made an effort to compliment him every morning when he woke up.

“So, Y/N, what is your verdict?” Jade asked, with a knowing smile.

“I deem Azul Ashengrotto to be the fairest in both the land and the sea,” You answered, placing a kiss on the cecaelia’s cheek.

The blush that erupted on his face was something the tweels would definitely make fun of at a later date. However, all that mattered now was that he was getting more and more flustered as you peppered kisses of reassurance all over his face. He wore a dopey grin on his face for the rest of the day.

Kalim Al-Asim

You both were going on a magic carpet ride, having a compliment competition to see who can get the other flustered first. He decided that it would be a fun date idea after a stressful day of schoolwork and making sure that Grim didn’t get in any trouble.

Kalim thought you looked absolutely breathtaking with your smile delicately gracing your face. He would show you the world just to make you happy. He would give you all the riches your heart desires. He would even give you his heart… oh wait, he already has.

“Well, I think you’re absolutely gorgeous!” He said with a smile.

“Not as gorgeous as you, Mr. Fairest-in-the-Land!” You shot back.

That’s cheating! Sure, there were no rules in the first place, but there was no way that was a legal move for you to make. It’s totally not like he would do the same thing if you had given him the opportunity to say it first.

Jamil Viper

You were helping him do his chores so that his workload would be a bit lighter on his shoulders. You were currently wiping down the kitchen counters as he swept the floor. You both were just talking about your families when he brought up his younger sister.

You had asked to see a picture and he went through his camera roll to show you what Najma looks like. You let out an audible gasp at the video he showed you, since it was of Najma acting like she was a professional food judge and she judged Jamil’s food based on presentation. It actually made you tear up from laughing so hard.

“She always gets on my nerves, but you know how siblings are,” He said.

“Hold on, if your sister is that beautiful, it’s no wonder why you are the Fairest in the Land,” you said after calming down.

Mans would’ve dropped his phone if you hadn’t caught it. You said what? Oh, you sneaky little mouse; you just loved teasing him like that, didn’t you? No matter, because in his eyes you are the Fairest in the Land, and not even you could convince him otherwise.

Vil Schoenheit

He was beyond angry that day. Him and Neige were both scheduled for a modeling shoot and it frustrated him beyond belief that the agency had the audacity to do that. The only good thing about it was that he was able to bring you, his significant other, along with him.

On the way to the building where the photo shoot would take place, you held Vil’s hand gently on your own. You were aware that you weren’t allowed to hug him or anything because it might ruin his clothing. He found comfort in your touch, so it only made him further frustrated that the photo shoot was happening at all.

“I guess it’ll be fine if you’re there to support myself, my dearest,” He said after a few moments.

“I will only be looking at you, the Fairest in the Land,” You responded.

Well, now his ego is healed. You always made his heart flutter with your smooth words, and now he feels like he can tackle any challenge that comes his way. With you by his side for support, he knows anything is possible.

Idia Shroud

Today was one of those days where everything just seemingly goes wrong and therefore you just give up for Idia. He called you in tears because he was just so stressed, and how could you not answer his cry for help?

As you both lay in his bed, you just hold him as he tells you what happened during the day. You give a comforting massage to his back as you just listen to him. He was already feeling significantly better since you were there to help. When he finished, you started listing compliments that you swore to your grave were true.

“B-baby, you’re lying. No o-one ever has said s-something like that about me.” The blush on his face made him look so adorable.

“I’m not finished yet! To me, you are the fairest in the land. You outshine any star in the sky. You are the light of my life; and don’t you forget it!” You jokingly threatened.

Little did you know, the fresh tears that were now falling down his face were ones of gratitude and joy that someone has big-hearted as you came into his life. You always cheered him up when he was at his lowest, and he wants to repay the favor someday.

Malleus Draconia

He had wanted to go on a walk with you since his retainers were insufferable today. Sure, he appreciated them, but sometimes their dreams to serve him were suffocating. They always saw him as the Crowned Prince of Briar Valley, not as Malleus.

That’s why he loved being with you. You were able to see through his royal status and see him for him. So, as you are both walking under the moonlight in the cold night, he has given you his dorm coat so as to make sure you keep warm. It was the least he could do, since you made him feel normal.

“Dearest, what did you think of me on that fateful day where we first met?” He asked out of curiosity.

“I thought you were the Fairest in the Land, and I still think that now,” You answered.

That single statement made his heart soar to heights he could only ever dream of traveling to within his dragon form. You had such a way with words, didn’t you, Child of Man? He thought he was supposed to be sweeping you off of your feet, but here you were doing it to him instead.

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noctumbra · 3 years

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peaches: nine [part one]

summary ─ “holy shit,” bucky breathed as he took in the sight before him. “happy fucking birthday to me, indeed.”

pairing ─ dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, age difference (reader is 21, bucky is 39 40), secret relationship, birthday sex, vaginal sex, lingerie, kissing, pet names, dirty talk, d/s undertones, fluff, oral sex

a/n ─ for our buck’s birthday, i present you a peaches one-shot lol it’s been so long since i wrote them, i missed them sm <33 thank you nonnie for the idea 😌 there you go, part one, 3.9k words lmao hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youuu <333

(the lingerie is veery similar to this one, by the way. minus the lace beneath the bra part and the string in the middle [attached to the neck] ++ this is the plug)

peaches masterlist

Bucky wasn’t fond of his birthday this year. He was turning 40 and wasn’t exactly happy about it. Every day leading up to his fortieth birthday, he watched himself in his mirror, watched the grays and whites in his beard and hair multiplying and becoming more visible.

Although she said that she loved how they made him look even sexier, Bucky couldn’t help but feel a bit old. The age gap between them wasn’t an issue, they had discussed it before, but he just couldn’t help himself. Now that he was now 40, he felt self-conscious. He was old while she was young ─ 21, to be exact─ and he had grays in his hair and beard and lines on his face─

“Fuck this,” Bucky grumbled to himself as he frowned at his reflection on the mirror. He knew Steve and Sam were planning something for his birthday, they were never slick about it. He also knew his other friends would be there, too, and maybe his sister. He didn’t want to celebrate his birthday this year, but he had no excuse to use.

“Fuck this, Jesus Christ,” he grunted this time. Bucky walked towards his closet and picked out his usual dark jeans, dark gray henley and a black t-shirt to wear beneath. Just as he put on his jeans and pulled his t-shirt on, he heard a bang coming from his living room. He frowned at first, but then chuckled when he heard her voice: “I’m fine!” Bucky shook his head with a smile on his lips. She was the only thing that was going to make his birthday party tolerable, he knew it.

A minute later, she appeared at his bedroom door with his favorite smile on her face. “Sir!” She exclaimed, making him chuckle. “Today is your birthday! How is it feel to be old?” His mood deflating a little, he shrugged.

“I don’t know,” he said, “My back ache decided to take the day off. Ask me again when it comes back.” She laughed. Crossing the threshold, she threw herself on his arms.

“Happy birthday,” she whispered, her hot breath licking his neck and sending shivers down his spine. “I’m glad you’re getting old healthily.” Bucky snorted. “I don’t know what I’m saying, ignore me, please,” she murmured, a whine hidden behind her words.

“’s alright,” Bucky murmured back. “Thank you, peaches.” Giggling silently, she pulled back and looked at him. Bucky swore that none of the women that he used to be with made him feel this way just by looking at him the way she did: All cared about and loved. A smile took over her face, and she lifted herself on her tiptoes. Her soft lips found his gently. His eyes closing, Bucky held her close to him and let her kiss him.

She moaned into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck while a hand dove inside his hair. Bucky walked blindly towards the nearest flat surface, which was the wall next to his closet, and caged her between his body and the surface. Pulling back for a breath, Bucky moved his lips down to her neck. He kissed her there so gently all the time because it was her sensitive spot: Always got her gasping and whining, and today was no different. He heard her gasp and swallow a whine when she felt his lips on her neck.

A pull on his hair, Bucky lifted his head and captured her lips again. He swallowed all the moans, whimpers and gasps she let out. She felt so good in his arms, in his space, Bucky wanted to keep her forever and not being judged about it.

“Okay, I take it back,” she breathed when Bucky pulled back. “You’re not a old man, okay.” Bucky smirked.

“Oh, baby,” he said. “A kiss is nothing. You should see what I can do with the rest of my body.” She shuddered in his arms, and Bucky tightened his hold on her body.

“I’m aware of the capabilities that your ‘old man’ body has,” she grumbled. Bucky chuckled and lowered her on the ground. She fixed her clothes and hair, trying not to look like she just made out. When she was done, she lifted her head and kissed Bucky on the cheek. “Happy birthday, again,” she whispered. Bucky smiled. She kissed him on the lips one last time and pulled back. “I gotta go. I sneaked out, I was supposed to be helping Papa.” Bucky nodded.

“Alright,” he said. “I’ll see you tonight.” He frowned when she suddenly looked bashful.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tonight.” She smiled and fled. Bucky continued to frown after her, not understanding what just happened.

──

If Bucky had to be honest, Sam and Steve didn’t go overboard with his birthday party. It was low-key; there was Sam, Steve, Peggy, Sharon, Clint, Thor and her. Rebecca was supposed to be attending, too, but she had a last minute thing about work. She called him in the morning, and they already scheduled a breakfast date/belated birthday party for Saturday. It was nice. The cake had a small card saying ‘happy b-day gramps’, and there was exactly forty candles which Bucky knew it was Sam’s doing. He rolled his eyes playfully. It didn’t sting that much; he knew his friends were just playing with him because almost all of them were around the same age.

Bucky sighed quietly, breathing in the late night’s crisp air deeply, he closed his eyes for a second. He was happy. He had his family he called two days a week, his friends who were bunch of dumbasses but he loved them anyway.

He also had Y/N.

God, Bucky thought, recalling the memory they had about having a future and a family together. He wanted to tell Sam and Steve, but he was truly afraid of their reaction. At the end, they trusted him with their daughter, they thought she saw him as an uncle not as a lover. When their relationship came out, it was going to be a shitshow, Bucky was sure of it. She was worth every trouble, though.

“Hey,” Bucky jumped lightly when he heard her. He beamed and his lips split into a smile.

“Hi,” Bucky said, silently inviting her to be close to him. She inched closer, almost snuggling up at him.

“How did you find your party so far?” She asked, nudging him a bit. Bucky shrugged. He liked it. It was fun and didn’t actually feel like a birthday party; it was more like a comeback together party.

“It was nice,” he ended up saying. “I had fun.” She hummed. “The candles were a nice touch,” he added and got a small laugh out of her.

“Yeah, they were my idea,” she admitted. “Papa loved it, though.” Bucky chuckled.

“Shoulda known,” he murmured. She smiled and snuggled against his arm. It took almost all of his will power to not pull her into his arms and cuddle her right here. He knew he couldn’t do it, not when all of his friends were around let alone her parents.

“Can I come by your place tonight?” She asked. “I wanna give you my gift.” Bucky nodded absently.

“You didn’t have to buy me anything, honey, you know that right?” Bucky said, his voice gentle and low. She nodded and shrugged at the same time. “You can also give me your gift now, too, if you want.” She ducked her head down.

“It’s not that kind of gift, Sir,” she whispered, causing Bucky’s eyes widen. “I prefer to give it to you when we are alone.” Bucky licked his lips, swallowing audibly.

“Alright,” he muttered. “How about 1AM?”

“That’s fine,” she agreed. She kissed his cheek before pulling back, Bucky immediately missed her warmth next to him. “I’ll see you then, Sir,” she said. Bucky nodded.

He felt like he was in for something and he couldn’t wait to figure out what it was.

──

Bucky returned home quarter to midnight, claiming that he was tired and stuffed full with sugar and its energy was finally wearing off. The others agreed; it was still a week-day at the end and most of his friends were working still.

He took a shower, trying to calm down and kill some time until 1AM. He was eager to see her, to have her company and enjoy it freely. It was hard enough to stop himself kissing her the way he wanted to after he blew his candles off, so some alone would do them good, Bucky knew it.

The more his will power was being tested, the more he thought about coming out clean to Sam and Steve. He didn’t want to hide their relationship. He wanted to take her out on dates without the fear of getting seen by some people Sam or Steve might know. He wanted to hold her hand, cuddle her on the couch or kiss her wherever and whenever he wanted to. He needed to discuss this with her first, though.

Mind full of ideas about how to tell them, Bucky stepped out of the shower and moved onto his kitchen after putting on only his sweatpants (no boxers, either, because they were gonna come off anyway). It was just half past midnight, and he had half an hour to spend by himself until she came. Bucky sighed as he grabbed a glass and filled it with water. He just stood in his dark kitchen, saved from the street lights sizzling inside through the window above the sink, sipping his water in silence.

He must have zoned out because he almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the shy knock on his door. Setting down his glass, Bucky ran towards the door and opened it.

“Hi,” she breathed, quickly stepping inside and letting Bucky close the door behind her. She had casual clothes on, sweatpants and an oversize sweatshirt, but she took his breath away anyway.

“Hi, baby,” Bucky whispered and watched her getting shy delightfully. When he stepped closer to kiss her, she stepped back.

“Um,” she started, “I-I prefer─ with your gift, uh.” Stammering over her words, she played with her fingers. “Give me five minutes, and then come to the bedroom okay?” Bucky opened his mouth protest, but she was quick to shut him up. “Please, Sir?” Exhaling defeatedly, Bucky nodded.

“Alright,” he said, and she disappeared. The curiosity was eating him alive, but he wasn’t about to go and ruin this thing for her. If she wanted to give him a private gift, then she was going to give it to him on her own terms.

Walking back to his kitchen, Bucky fiddled with his half-full glass, playing with the water and sipping it sometimes.

He never knew that five minutes could feel like five centuries.

After his time was up, Bucky walked towards his bedroom, his heart beating faster with each step. The door was ajar. The major lights were off, but she chose to turn on the ones on the sides of his bed, they were dimmed. It gave the room a warmer vibe. His curtains were drawn, and Bucky could pick out the clothes she was wearing when she stepped inside his house. He moved his eyes on his bed, feeling his lungs stopped working, Bucky froze.

She was in the middle of his bed, sitting on knees. She had red lingerie set on her; the lace design bra was hugging her breasts nicely, the garter belt was around her waist and was attached to the thigh stockings and the matching underwear was carrying the same lace design with the bra. She looked so damn beautiful, Bucky didn’t know how to function.

“Holy shit,” he breathed as he took in the sight before him. “Happy fucking birthday to me, indeed.” She ducked her head down, shy and feeling a little bit self-conscious about her body. Bucky wasn’t going to have that. Not when she looked like a fucking goddess before him. He leaned forward, not getting on the bed, and grabbed her chin gently. Lifting it up, he found her eyes and looked right into them. “You look so beautiful,” he whispered. “I cannot believe you chose me, and you’re givin’ yourself to me as a gift.” She smiled. It was her shy and adorable one, Bucky loved it. “Peaches,” Bucky whispered once more. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack one day.” She chuckled.

“You promised me not to die on me until I’m right behind you, Barnes,” she whispered back, smiling widely. Bucky let out a soft chuckle and fully leaned into kiss her.

The second their lips touched, both of them moaned in relief. It wasn’t the first kiss they had shared that day, but this one was full of promises and things to come in the next few hours. So, Bucky half-climbed on the bed, cradled her face in his hands and kissed her the way he wanted to since the beginning of his party.

Her lips were so soft against his, caressing his slightly chapped ones so nicely, Bucky felt his heart flutter. She vaguely tasted like peaches, and Bucky pulled back just a tad to huff a laugh.

“You taste like peaches,” he whispered. She giggled.

“Yeah, I restocked my lip balm,” she answered and pulled him back into the kiss. Bucky groaned this time. Fully climbing on the bed, leaning over to make her lay on her back, Bucky settled between her legs. The kiss they were sharing went from soft to passionate quickly. Bucky’s hands were traveling all over her body as he tilted his face from side to side so that he could deepen the kiss as he wished.

“God, honey,” Bucky groaned as he lowered his lips to her neck. Kissing and sucking the soft skin there, Bucky rubbed his stubble all over her collarbones. He was about to move south, put his lips on her stomach and maybe give her an appropriate kiss on some place he knew so well, but she pushed him back.

“My gift, remember?” She said when she saw the confused look on his face. “Lingerie was just a side gift.” Bucky raised his brows as he pulled back a bit more to give her space. She smiled and flipped on her stomach. Her knees drawn up, hands flat on the sides of her head and her face plastered on his pillow, she wiggled her ass.

Her underwear was fucking backless.

“Motherfuck─” Bucky hissed. “What the fuck. Oh my God, peaches, what─” His hands were moving before he could process, grabbing two handful of flesh, Bucky squeezed them. She whimpered. Bucky pulled back one hand and brought it back harshly, slapping her soft flesh, making it burn.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered as she bit her lip.

“What the fuck─ is this─” Bucky’s eyes zeroed in on the plug nestled between her cheeks. It had a heart shaped base, red jewel adorning it. It looked so pretty, Bucky wanted to leave it just like that, but he also wanted to play with so damn bad. “Sweetheart. Are you sure?”

“Mmhm,” she hummed. “Wan’ you to do it, please, Sir?” She looked at him over her shoulder.

“Ah, fuck,” Bucky whispered to himself. She always begged him so pretty, never left a chance to say ‘no’, and this time wasn’t different. “Alright, baby,” Bucky said. His fingers pressing on the plug, pushing it a bit deeper. She moaned. She lifted her ass even more up in the air, and Bucky felt like he was dreaming.

Even if he was, this was the best dream he ever had, he was fucking sure of it.

Grumbling meaningless things to himself, Bucky grabbed the base of the cute plug. He could see how wet her pussy was, could see it glistening and wetting her inner thighs, and he honestly didn’t know if he wanted her pussy or her ass first.

“How long can you stay?” He asked, voice low. She sighed happily.

“’til seven,” she answered. She was half-slurring. Bucky hummed, knowing that he had a long time ahead of him to play with her properly, he got off the bed to take off his sweatpants. Sliding a finger under the garter belt, Bucky pulled and released it, making it slap her skin. Bucky watched her ass jiggle deliciously as she gasped lightly. He pressed kisses all the way up to her spine and reached into his drawer to pull out condoms. “Mm, no,” she said, “Got an IUD.”

“I’m loving you even more every second,” Bucky said as he dropped the condom back into the drawer, pulling an amused chuckle out of her. Instead of condoms, Bucky pulled out his lube and put it someplace easy to reach. “I’m gonna tell you what I’m gonna do to you, alright, baby?” She nodded. Placing a kiss on her nape, Bucky took a hold of her hair, pulling it a little.

“First,” he started, “I’m gonna kiss anywhere I want.” Doing as he said; he kissed her neck, her jaw, shoulder blades, spine and her sides. Then, he moved up to kiss her on the lips filthily. This kiss was all about spit and passion and owning, she fucking loved it.

“Then, I’m gonna get you naked,” he whispered. His fingers were quick to find the clip of her bra and undoing it. Sliding the straps of her shoulders slowly, Bucky helped take the bra off. “But I’m gonna keep these,” he said, slapping her ass with one hand while the other one cupped her pussy from the front. She moaned loudly. “The backside of this underwear…” Bucky murmured. “The way your ass looks so damn beautiful in it…” Bucky moved down to bite her ass cheek lightly, making her yelp. “I’m gonna fuck you in it, peaches.”

Dragging one finger all the way from her clit to her plug, Bucky hummed. “I’mma fuck this little thing, first,” he said, inserting two of his fingers into your pussy. “It looks too wet and cute for me to not touch it, y’know,” he added. “But I was thinking maybe I would…” He trailed off as he leaned forward and just licked a fat line up to her plug. She shuddered under his tongue.

“Anything,” she sobbed into his pillow. “Anything you want, Sir, take it!” Chuckling darkly, Bucky did exactly that.

He trailed his tongue up and down, collecting all of her juices that were licking out constantly, licking her inner thighs clean, Bucky pushed his tongue inside of her. She whimpered and wiggled. Bucky was quick to give her a slap on her ass; a warning for her to stay still. She meekly apologized and stopped moving. Bucky slurped, his tongue dove deeper and curved just right. She groaned long and loud, Bucky was so glad that he wasn’t living at an apartment or something.

He pulled back. He was way too impatient for eating her out properly. Grabbing a hold of his cock, he dragged it up and down for a couple times. When he was sure that his dick was covered with her wetness, he slowly inched inside of her.

She gasped, her breath getting stuck on her throat as she fisted the sheets and arched her back. As Bucky slid deeper into her, he felt like was he could explode anytime. She was so tight, so wet and so warm around him, it was like sinking deep into silk sheets in a warm night… It felt so damn good.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Bucky moaned. “You’re tighter than a virgin, I fucking swear,” he grumbled as he leaned forward to cage her body under his. When his hips were flush against her, he stopped for a second. He didn’t want to come too early, but he had been Horny as hell ever since he saw that little plug nestled in its place.

This one was going to be a quick, take-the-edge-off kind of one.

“I’m not gonna last,” Bucky whispered and felt her nod. She was close already, Bucky could feel her walls fluttering around him. His eyes rolled backwards a little when he started to move his hips. Her tight as fuck heat was wrapped around him so damn nicely, Bucky was a little surprised that he hadn’t come as soon as he entered her.

His slow pace didn’t take too long to turn into a desperate, fast and hard one. His hips were slapping against hers, their sweaty skin making obscene sounds echoing in his bedroom. He was so close, so horny, that it really didn’t take him too long to feel his balls tighten. Bucky buried a groan into her neck. His hips were moving on a punishing pace. His hard cock was driving in and out of her pussy with obscene squelching sounds. All those sounds and her moaning and whimpering beneath him were getting to his head real fast. Bucky gasped.

“Sir─” She choked on a breath and gasped just like him. “’m so fuckin’ close, Sir, please!” Her legs were shaking, her chest was heaving and Bucky could feel the flutter of her walls increasing and becoming more intense with each thrust of his.

“God, honey, me too,” he moaned. His pace was halting, he knew he was about to come. Groaning, Bucky slipped his fingers on her front and found her clit. She screamed. “Shit!” Bucky cursed as she came unexpectedly. Her knees buckled with the intensity of her orgasm and she collapsed on the bed with Bucky’s cock still hard and still inside of her. Bucky cursed again, taking a hold of her knees, he spread her legs to her sides. They were quivering in his hands, and he knew she was sensitive, but he was right fucking there. Lying fully on top her, Bucky started to move his hips again. It was a filthy and only focused on chasing his orgasm kind of pace, this time.

“Oh, fuck, Sir!” She exclaimed, eyes widening. Bucky was in deep. He was in so deep, her walls were so tight─

“Shit,” Bucky cursed. “Fuck, oh, God, ah, fuuck─!” The delirious movements of his hips stopped. His balls tightened, cock twitched in her and he came. Eyes rolling backwards, Bucky groaned loud and long. His taut muscles going lax, his hot breath licking her over-heated body and her tightness was still hugging his poor cock so nicely.

“God, Bucky, what the fuck,” she panted. Bucky hummed. He rubbed his stubble-covered jaw on her shoulder affectionately. Easing off of her, Bucky dropped himself next to her and pulled her into his arms to cuddle. “My legs won’t stop quiver.”

Bucky snorted. “You’re welcome,” he grumbled. She rolled her eyes but stayed quiet, burrowing herself deeper into her lover’s arms. Their eyes were closing, they were tired and much needed orgasm had loosened up their tensed muscles. “Round two in an hour,” Bucky slurred. “Gonna play with you.”

She just hummed and closed her eyes.

A little energy nap would do them good, she knew it.

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[part two will be up soon!]

#bukcy barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagines #dadsbestfriend!bucky #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #dad's best friend bucky #dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader #peaches

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srslysierraa · 2 years

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hi i love u nd congratulations on ur 111!! u deserve it sm mwa, for the event mine will be kazuha + its been a long, long time by kitty kallen + lilac amd and o one-shot fic! ty

Lilacs symbolize the first emotions of love, renewal, and spring.

Once Upon a Maple Leaf.

Prompt ;; you knew about the accident regarding Tomo, and the part where Kazuha was forced to run from Inazuma due to the Vision hunt decree. Not to mention he was practically a wanted criminal. And though it didn't sound that much, a year without seeing Kazuha quite did a number on you. Out of nowhere, the vision hunt decree stopped, while a certain wondering Samurai stands by your door.

Song ;;

Type ;; one-shot, fluff

Char. Involved ;; Kaedehara Kazuha [genshin impact]

A/N ;; since ur one of my irls I'll do yours <3 also sorry this took so long babe i was kinda procrastinating on listening to the song <|3 but here is your fav maple man. ALSO I'M SORRY IT'S SHORT.

The sweet voices of kids running around the houses as they play and celebrate on how the Vision Hunt Decree has been stopped reminded you to wake up extra early this particular morning, as you look at your window that has been plagued with multiple beams of Sunlight invasively entering your room. Lay awake, the ceiling looked interesting as you remembered the time when one of the Shogun's guard informed the people of the fate of The Vision Hunt Decree.

Then your mind wanders to the Samurai, one of them at least, maple leaf designs flourished itself on him, giving him a calming yet dangerous aura you can't exactly place. Where is he? Is it true about the rumors on how he activated two visions at once? Well, you have a vision too, of course. A Hydro vision rests itself on your desk as you try to slip away from your bed, getting up to finally do some of your chores and start the day.

A few hours came by like nothing, cleaning the house, washing the dishes, greeting your parents good morning, having breakfast. It's a carbon copy of what an everyday routine would look like — well, minus the excitement of not having to absolutely hide in the shadows in fear of your vision getting taken of course. And maybe, even a chance to see him again.

That thought flatlines in your head as you heard a certain knock on the door, dropping a few of the folded clean laundry on the bed as you ask your mother on who the knock might be, the old woman shrugged - saying that it could just be another neighbor coming to tell about the news regarding the Vision Hunt Decree, or maybe they just wanted to hang out in your home, who knows? With a shrug, you slowly approached the door, you're already in your signature outfit anyhow, prepared and ready to face the day.

That's what you thought anyways.

As you open the door, you saw a familiar white headed male, red strip of hair giving a pop of vibrant hues to his character. Sweet crimson eyes bringing you whiplash from how hard it hits you with nostalgia, longing. Taking you back to the first emotion you felt when you first saw them. Maybe this is a tad dramatic, i mean, you haven't seen him for like a year at most, yet here you are acting as if you were lovers separated from a battle, reunited a mere 5 years later.

Words left your mouth as fast as thoughts filled your mind, it was almost unbelievable and for a quick second? You honestly thought you were dreaming. It didn't even feel real, but thankfully enough you were quick to fix yourself from your staring state, mumbling up words as you constantly look back at the male in front of you.

Kazuha's here.

He's here.

After a whole year, he came back.

You hyperventilated inside, though you didn't show it your heart was about to come with a burst of it's own as you slowly released the breath that you didn't even know you were keeping in. It's him, and though you kept saying that to yourself, it never really sunked in. At least not until you heard him talk.

"(Y/n)," He spoke out, smiling as he gives you time to adjust with the thought of him being present. "You look well, I've missed you." It was an understatement on Kazuha's part, the Crux were a fine family for him to be in but nothing can't compare to how you would always stay by his side in any moment he would be struggling. When he left Inazuma he was more than distraught, he was in despair, and he couldn't bare the thought of them catching wind of you right after the end of Tomo.

So what did he do in a last attempt to both protect you and his friend's ambition? He left, and he made sure to remember to come back once all this is done.

So he did. As he gazes at your eyes as he waits for your response.

You cleared your throat, trying to suppress your excitement as you slowly arranged your words of choice. "Kazuha, it's nice to see you again." You sighed, smiling as you walked forward to approach him even more. He let out a chuckle, though awkward silence filled the gap, you two were more than happy to be facing eachother. "Is that all? Well, it's nice to know that you've missed me too, though you didn't say it, the wind has it's own way revealing your thoughts to me."

A little eye roll was made from you, as you didn't even realize how close you two were getting. It has been a long long time really, and you can't help but miss him, just as much as he misses you.

Kiss me once

You thought out, and he seemed to have picked up on this despite the lack of words being used. He took a gentle hold of your hand, as he entertwined it with his. Eyes locked with emotions so loud he could practically hear it, just like he always do.

Then kiss me twice

A swirl of wind surrounded you, not enough to blow you two away, but just enough for you to forget your surroundings — therefore putting your focus on him and him only.

Then kiss me once again

He puts his forehead to yours, a small little "I'm glad to have seen you again." As he gazes back at your eyes. Has it always sparkled that way? "It has been a long, long, long time."

"It really has, thank you, for coming back."

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin kazuha #kaedahara kazuha #kazuha x reader #inazuma #kazuha #kaedehara x reader #genshin kaedehara

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heartofholland · 4 years

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tom recs <3

hi guys! here is a fic rec list i made of all the fics i’ve loved. personally, i consider myself an avid fic reader so i have read a shit ton of fics. these are just my highlights. let me know if you want more like this! and if you do end up reading any of these please make sure you REBLOG them to spread the goodness. these writers work their ass off and deserve all the credit in the world. enjoy! <3

SERIES

riding my by @worldoftom this fic is barely started but i love everything this writer puts out. very smutty, very hot. innocence kink check!

breaking curfew by @wazzupmrstark ASSHOLE TOM! my weakness. enemies to lovers but make it FWB. what I wish my summer camp was like instead of my thighs sticking to chairs and lice outbreaks.

eighteen by @angelic-holland corruption/innocence kink! basically all smut but damn do i want bad boy tom.

the situationship by @fairytelling can’t say enough about this fic. the definition of falling in love with your best friend. if my relationship isn’t like this i don’t want it.

happiness is a butterfly by @blissfulparker soft mob!tom and they’re forbidden soulmates! updates are WELL worth the wait!

i only feel you by @stuckonspidey the first time i read my watch thought i was working out for how high my heart rate was. shit keeps you on your toes. there is a sequel fic but just a heads up you will want to unstan tom on multiple occasions.

make me love you by @mrs-hollandstan frat boy player tom turned soft. mans does a whole 180. fuck dom.

perfidy by @peeterparkr couldn’t be more obsessed with this fic. they’re both so fucking stupid but too afraid to get hurt. also the social media posts are so fucking cute and crucial to the story

eloped by @worldoftom getting married to tom in the most beautiful vacation spot? sign me the fuck up

you. by @txmhoelland i think there’s definely worse men to be set up with as a PR stunt.

erotas by @farfromparker i have definely read this fic for more days than i’ve been on this earth but every time i lose my goddamn mind

dare you to move by @starksparker-archive the best version of FWB tom is when you’re his roommate…

gone by @dahliaspidey this one… hurts. but i just know it will bounce back.

take me out by @angelic-holland warning this one is really dark. like serial killers. but it was so fascinating i am completely obsessed with the psychology of it all. jake is featured and please don’t imagine the mr. music the entire time like i did </3

single all the way by @heyhihellowhatsup0 i read this whenever i need a lil christmas pick me up

sweetener by @keepingupwiththeparkers cute awkward relationship. it is so real i feel like it could actually happen to me.

ex on the beach by @heyhihellowhatsup0 THE ANGST GIVES ME LIFE

SMUT

bartender by @t-o-m-holland tom happens to own your favorite bar. your subtle flirts aren’t working. the banter between reader and the fam makes me wish i didn't have social anxiety.

siren by @rosyparkers don’t get me wrong i will scream ACAB til the day i die but police officer tom could definitely get it.

best of three by @mrs-hollandstan one of the 3000 threesome fics i have saved. imagine not getting one of the hottest men but TWO.

roommates by @hollandbaby what a coincidence we both want to fuck each other! this checks all the kinks my man. i’ve read this probably no less than 100 times.

that was that by @moorehollandplz dom!tom but something flips and he’s never been more gentle. mans got both sides of the playing field covered.

know your enemy by @angelic-holland short but sweet. hate sex is always hotter behind the scenes.

wasabi by @angelic-holland literally everything about alice is phenomenal but this is on of my faves. when i read this it makes me feel smarter. also body shots.

say good night by @madmadmilk this writers work never fails to blow me away but this time she managed to encapsulate my entire life. (minus the execution with a very hot and experienced best friend).

buwygf-ib by @hholyholland just ignore tomdaya for a sec and take in the hottest dom!tom i’ve ever witnessed.

cocky by @sykoxartist yeah he’s an asshole but he’s your asshole. at least that’s what he thinks.

sovereign by @farfromparker sub!tom is so hot. man will beg for DAYS.

summer vacation by @kidney9-9 when is hate sex ever like…. not hot as fuck?

ride by @tomhollandsstan face riding. period.

coincidence by @starshinebucky actor!reader and tom fuck… at least they’ll have good chemistry next time.

skin by @hollandbaby dom!tom is not ok with being a sub. unless it’s for you.

you can bet on it by @kiwi-bitchez all of this writers smut makes my pussy throb. this is my fave. just wait for the twist.

a rose blooms by @cornacopicimagines prince!tom drives me wild. but wait til he finds out you’re not a virgin.

begging by @raewritesfiction tom makes you beg for it.

self reflection by @stuckonspidey this is actual proof tom has a praise kink.

minor inconvenience by @angel-spidey toms an idiot but at least he can get you off.

flesh by @starshinebucky cocky tom kills me.

keeping him nice and warm by @marvelouspeterparker mob!tom the gif itself to sends me.

after hours by @cornacopicimagines never had sexual tension with a teacher but this will do.

ANGST

josslyn by @multiharlot messy situation but reader handles it like a champ. if your heart isn’t broken enough, the last line will make sure it’s unfixable for days on end.

moral of the story by @kelieah listen to the song while you’re at it to make your cry sesh take a turn for the worst.

cherry by @xoluvx this one hurts real bad. so does the song.

a complicated love story by @samhollandssweaters an emotional rollercoaster for real.

he dies in the end by @allfandomxreader ignore the title and just cry your eyes out with me.

eighteen by @fancyxholland you’ll be confused why it’s in the angst category but trust me.

all the lies by @peteywillproceed getting cheated on but the girl is toms gf, how do you tell him.

memories by @nycparkers i sob to this whenever i need a good cry.

don’t be a fool by @nycparkers breakups that dont end messily make me so fucking jealous.

FLUFF

kiss currency by @madmadmilk borderline smut. confused and oblivious harrison. dialogue inspires me to talk to males.

plank all over me by @waitimcomingtoo FILRTY TOM! THE BANTER! i really am a whore for well written dialogue. there’s additional parts but i won’t spoil.

playing cupid by @marvelobsessedteenager you set everyone else up but wait a damn minute how did you forget about tom?

little flirt by @webslinger-holland oh to flirt with tom while he’s sweaty from intensely dancing for the lip sync battle.

pour it out by @rhapsodyparker i don’t know what it is but famous!reader going on talk shows or having interviews and they ask the reader cheeky questions about tom might be one of my many kinks…

hubby by @t-holland2080 it’s the small things that make me want to bawl my eyes out for being so lonely.

going live by @redrebecca the dialogue makes me cry of happiness! tom doing a live (what a concept).

paddy’s crush by @tom-holland-is-spiderman jealous tom but of his younger brother.

wannabe by @sailingintothenight the cliffhanger at the end demands a second part.

flawless by @missnxthingg tom is a simp.

you and me by @sunshinehollandd best friend tom makes me soft.

dick appointments. web shooters. the duality of a man. by @porterporker it gets a lil steamy but man is “web shooter” a funny name for a dick.

best day by @thollandss dad!tom gives me baby fever even though i am a virg.

tom asks your dad by @blissfulparker can i just skip through the bad boyfriends and just marry the love of my life already.

baked chicken by @waitimcomingtoo there isn’t a category for awkward but if there was this would be in it.

lover boy by @starshinebucky tom being so oblivious you like him that you need to call for backup.

afterglow by @wickedholland i wish someone would treat me like this when im drunk instead of leaving me to hold my own hair back.

#tom holland #tom holland fics #tom holland x reader #tom holland series #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #tom holland fic #tom holland writing #tom holland reader insert

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taestefully-in-luv · 3 years

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Always You | JJK (Five)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader, slight Taehyung x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slight slow burn, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama

Word Count: 12.1k

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (?) sad oc, mentions of sex, kind of over the clothes action, drama, heated dance session lol, slight memory of sex, hair pulling, back scratching, mention of boner, second chances (?)

Notes: Okay, first of all THAT 1st TEASER PIC!!! DID WE SEE THAT? *chefs kiss*. Anyway thanks for comments you guys leave I really love reading them!!! Remember to send an ask if you want to be added to the taglist or just want to chat about the story:) have a great week everyone!

Taglist: @mooniyooni @thisartemisnevermisses @giadalin @kookiebunny097 @cosmosjk @moonchild1 @just-jeon @anpanman-sonyeondan @starlight-night0 @yessii-i @apollukee @mikasaredscarf1 @kaye-rosales @bunnyjeonjk @dyriddle @seagulljk @hass-mich-los @peachy-skz0325 @wonusbitch

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May

Gloomy: The dictionary may describe it as hopeless and despairing but really it should just be a picture of your sad, sad face.

1 month…yes, one whole month has passed since you last spoke to Jungkook. No text, no calls, no random show ups, nothing. Gloom. Gloom. Gloom. Graduation came and gone so quickly…you walked the stage with your friends minus two but honestly you can hardly remember the event. You tried your hardest to be as excited as everyone else but the feeling of gloom stayed with you.

By the end of the month you finally started accepting he isn’t coming back and right around that time you actually heard from him—Jungkook that is. He sent you a pathetic text that he’s moving out and will be by to retrieve his things. More gloom.

The next couple weeks after that are a blur, you recall the sound of movers throughout your apartment. You didn’t have the courage to speak to him…you didn’t have the courage to even leave your room if you didn’t have to. You were so wrapped up in everything you didn’t even consider that fact that you will have to find a new roommate to cover the other half of the rent.

Every day just dragged on, every day a repeat of the last. Wake up, drown in black coffee, scroll mindlessly through your phone and work your full time job. You called in sick too many days already so you have to go or you’re at risk at getting fired. The same day, every day. The same gloomy fucking day.

Jimin tried to call or text every day to make sure you were like, alive. He apologized over and over for not telling you as soon as he found out about the Taehyung situation but he felt that if Taehyung was going to tell you then it is best it comes from him and not Jimin. You can understand that. He also frequently would show up at your apartment to surprise you but you rarely let him in. You did feel bad though, he’s just trying to be there for you.

Jimin 6:04pm

Please let me in?

Jimin 6:05pm

Well…I have some take out for you babe, ill leave it on the doorstep.

Jimin 6:05pm

Call me sometime ok? Love you

Guilt would consume your body but you just couldn’t deal with human contact right now.

June

Around month 2 you finally felt okay to see people again—your close people that is—aka Jimin was finally allowed in, he made you take a hot bath while he cleaned up for you and made you a proper meal. The amount of instant ramen containers lying around the place was by far one of the grossest things he’s seen. The shit that was growing…he shudders just thinking about it.

He would come over every day after work in the evenings. He left day time babysitting to Trina.

“Girl…all this over a boy?” she would constantly say.

You also tried applying for job after job, but the postgraduation life is harder than you thought…at least for you. Jimin landed a job as a kids choreographer, Trina starts up at one of the local elementary schools as a kindergartner teacher and you? You’re still working at the bakery down the street. You applied for many entry level positions in the marketing field but failed miserably in interviews…which only further discouraged you and worsened your mood.

It was also around this time you decided to finally delete Jungkook off all social media and block his number. You refuse to hear from him at this point…not that he was reaching out or anything. You wonder what he’s up to postgraduation? No, you don’t want to know or care. You considered hanging up a picture of his face on your wall so you could throw darts at it but you decided that was maybe on the crazy side. Taehyung sends you weekly texts, asking about how your day/week is going. He updates you on his life as well, apparently he got the curator assistant position at the museum that he wanted. You still feel hurt over everything but you are happy for him. It’s funny, you feel so betrayed over that but Jungkook is the cause of your gloom.

Every day just drags on, you feel heavy everywhere you go. Even when you’re just at home in bed.

By the end of the month your friends somehow convinced you to go on a date—a horrible date at that.

He was awkward as hell, a bad kisser and would lightly…tap your ass in attempt to be sexy. It was a disaster, you don’t even remember what the two of you even talked about at dinner. You just remember his tongue being horribly shoved down your throat and his weird ass tapping habit.

July

Then month 3 finally came around. A month where the weeks went by breathing became just a bit easier. Yes, any and everything still reminded you of Jungkook but it didn’t hurt as terribly as the previous months. By the end of the month you even agreed to your first real social outing. You are hesitant, but you agreed…

“I don’t know guys…a birthday party? We like, don’t even know the girl?” you frown, nibbling on the flesh of your bottom lip.

You are sitting in the middle of your bedroom floor, clothes piling all around you as you try to decide on what to wear.

“You need to get out babe…plus it’s a friend of a friend, so it’s cool.” Jimin says holding up a rose colored crop top, motioning for you to nod yes or no to his suggestion. You cock your head to the side, deciding what pants to go with it.

“I have to say I agree with Jimin, y/n.” your new roommate Holly chips in, “Since I’ve moved in I don’t think I’ve seen you go out even once.”

“Also a party is the best place to find some easy dick.” Of course that’s what Trina has to offer.

“Yes to the crop top Jimin.” You point your head towards the shirt, “Okay don’t have to call me out like that Holly.” You glare at your roomie, “And Trina, we both know I ain’t ready for no type of dick.”

“So we’re looking for some pussy tonight?” Trina smirks, “Nice.”

You rolls your eyes, a chuckle escaping your lips, “Shut up.” you throw a pair of shorts at her face.

“But seriously y/n…Maybe Trina is on to something…” Jimin sits down next to you, crossing his legs in front of him, “Maybe this is a good chance to like—”

“If you say move on I will literally kill you.” You cut in, “There’s nothing to move on from!” you throw your hands up dramatically. “Taehyung used me, Jungkook wants nothing to do with me. And—”

“Then why aren’t you ready for any type of dick?” Holly puts in her 2 fucking cents.

“Because I don’t want to be associated with any boys! Jimin is the exception.”

“Somehow I don’t feel flattered by that…” Jimin puts a hand on your shoulder.

“When’s the last time you got off?” Trina abruptly asks. You turn your head in shock at her shamelessness.

“Trina!”

“Answer her, I’m curious too.” Jimin squints at you trying not to laugh.

“It’s…” your eyes slide to the side, “It’s been a while.”

Trina shakes her in disapproval, “Damn girl, really? My fingers constantly playing DJ, you know what I’m sayin?” Trina goes in for a fist bump but you just push her hand away.

“You’re gross.” You laugh out loud, and it sounds like music to everyone’s ears.

“I’m just real babey.” She flicks her hair back with a proud smile on her face.

Having these 3 around has no doubt helped you deal with the loss you feel. You feel like you are still mourning the dead. How’s Jungkook even doing? You’re too afraid to ask Jimin. Too afraid that he’s doing amazing without you. He must of realized how much better off he is without you around and that makes you feel small.

“Fine…” you mutter under your breath…Jimin snaps his head to look at you, his sly smile growing as he watches you fiddle with a short mini skirt.

“Fine what?” Trina asks with a smirk.

“Let’s find me some dick tonight.”

“Hell fucking yeah.” Jimin claps his hands together, “Tonight is about you!”

“y/n makes her debut tonight! She’s hot, she’s single and she is ready to mingle!”

You can’t help but giggle, your hands bunching up the material of the mini skirt as you look down at it, making your decision.

“Let me get ready and we can get this night started!” you rush to your feet, all the sudden feeling excited for tonight. You are going to actually do your hair and your makeup—you even shaved. You are definitely breathing easier tonight and you have to take advantage of that!

“Let’s do shots as we wait girlies,” Holly shows a bottle of rum she had hiding behind her back, shaking it in excitement.

“Naughty girl.” Jimin winks, standing to his feet, heading towards the kitchen to grab some shot glasses.

You get ready quickly, but taking your time where it counts. You give yourself a once over in the mirror and you have to say you are impressed. Your black jean mini skirt sits right below your ass, while your tits pop in this rose crop top. You wear short heels, and simple jewelry with just the right amount of makeup that makes your features stand out, and you have to say you would kiss yourself if you could—you look fucking good.

“woooooo” Jimin and Trina whistle out at the same time as they walk back in your bedroom.

“I’d fuck.” Jimin says plainly.

“Same as fuck.” Trina says bluntly as she swallows down a shot.

“Yeah you look pretty y/n!” Holly smiles, not really on the same level of honestly as your other two friends.

You burst into giggles, throwing your head back in approval. “Thanks guys…..Lets fucking do this.” You walk towards Trina and grab her shot glass, and you take the bottle from Holly, pouring yourself a shot.

“Ready to fucking mingle.” You gulp down the rum, the burn only encouraging you, the warmth stinging your entire chest and you couldn’t feel more content.

This house was one of the bigger ones, it was full of people and more people and like, more people. You managed to swallow down 3 or 4 shots back at your apartment and the alcohol is definitely working its magic on you, the world just a little nicer.

The amount of people doesn’t even bother you like it usually would, instead you find yourself barging through the front door and making your way to the dance floor with your 3 friends trialing behind you.

The heat of the living room is already intoxicating you, the amount of bodies rolling and grinding makes you feel loose and free. Before you know it Jimin is pushing a drink into your hands and you hug him gratefully as you begin chugging it back.

“Woah slow down, we have all night—actually fuck it, I like your spirit tonight!” he chuckles lightly, his hands going to your waist, rocking you to the beat of the blaring music. Trina and Holly disappear into the kitchen to grab more drinks while you and Jimin dance to whatever b…t…ah, forget it, you forgot the band’s name.

“Are you having fun?” Jimin slurs out, his eyes barely visible as he laughs at nothing.

“So much fun!” you yell out over the music then you lean down into his ear and whisper, “Thanks so much Jiminie…I know I was a little difficult…”

“A little?” he teases.

Jimin’s eyes travel behind you before they are widening. You notice, of course. You are about to turn your head to take a look at whatever he is seeing when his snaps back to you in panic, his troubled smile growing.

“Let’s go find Trina and Holly, yeah?” he tries to usher you toward the kitchen and you oblige. Too drunk and feeling too good that his odd behavior goes ignored by you.

“Kay!” you smile, hooking your arm with his. “Letsa go!” you say like you’re fucking Mario.

The two of you walk to the kitchen, finding Trina and Holly playing a game of beer pong with two random guys.

“Hello my bitches!” Trina hollers over the thumping bass, as she scores a cup of pong, her other hand on Hollys lower back.

“Wait, gotta use the bathroom, be right back!” you slur into Jimin’s ear, he just nods distractedly as he watches the game, laughter erupting his body for probably no drunken reason.

You walk back into the living room and start heading towards the other side where the bathroom is. The journey to the bathroom is fun, you accidently bump into a lot of people but they don’t seem to mind as they will just drunkenly smile at you and you would smile back in your own drunken daze. You skim the room with a dopey smile on your face, just admiring the crowd. You are shocked with yourself…you missed people and you cannot believe it. You continue to observe when your eyes land on tattooed hands. The hands are grabbing a handful of ass on the dance floor. You know these hands. Your eyes travel from his hands to his strong arms to his face…it is hiding in the nook of some girls neck and you feel like someone knocked the wind out of you. Jungkook.

He is kissing on some girl, no doubt leaving bruises behind from his attack on her neck. His hands cupping this girls ass so tightly, he guides her hips into his. You watch as she throws her head back in pleasure and you see him smirk. All his signature moves. You are left speechless. What could you even say? Why does this hurt? Why does this make you feel fucking sick? Why does it feel like you aren’t supposed to be witnessing this? Well, you know why but god, why?!

“y/n!!” It’s Jimin, jogging up behind you, “Fuck, I was trying to avoid you seeing this…” he admit softly, “I swear I didn’t think he was going to be here tonight…he didn’t seem that interested when I asked him about it…”

“It’s fine Jimin…” you mumble.

“Does it feel weird? Seeing him with this girl…?” Jimin is obviously trying to get you to admit something right now but you are not in the right head space to even give it a second thought.

“Why should it? Plus I’m used to this…she’s just some random girl for one night.” You twirl the ends of your hair between your fingers.

“Oh babe…” Jimin glances down at the ground, “This girl…she…he’s brought her to every party for the last month…” Jimin sounds as sorry as you feel.

The same girl? That’s impossible, you scoff. There’s no way Jungkook is actually seeing someone. But that doesn’t stop your stomach from twisting and turning and making you feel fucking sick.

“What do you mean?” you finally slur out, leaning your frame on Jimin.

“He brings her and they leave together too…” Jimin holds on to you, “I haven’t really asked him about her though.”

“Whatever. Fuck him, right? I won’t let this ruin my night.” You smile coyly, draping your arms around your friend. “Bathroom please.” You pout theatrically, pointing your head towards the bathroom.

“Okay let’s get you peeing in peace.” Jimin laughs, guiding you towards the door.

Once at the door, you knock a couple times to find that it is empty, “I’ll wait for you out here.” Jimin assures you.

Once inside the small room, you bunch up your skirt and pull down your panties, squatting on the toilet. You sigh in relief as you pee, but the relief you feel in your body stops when you recall the way Jungkook held and kissed this random but not so random girl.

Why should it bother you? It’s about time Jungkook got serious! But why did he have to dump you to achieve that? And why did It have to be with someone el…

You reach for the toilet paper, ripping it after a few sheets and wipe yourself as you drunkenly sing a tune. So what? You can easily replace Jungkook too!

You stand up, pulling your panties up and your skirt down and take a long good look in the mirror. Your hair is still intact, your makeup is only a little smeared—quick fix, and your tits are still poppin’. This night is just beginning, you decide. A whole new wave of confidence begins washing over you.

“Ready!” You pounce on Jimin’s back, he stumbles forward while laughing wholeheartedly.

“Should we look for Trina and Holly again? They’re probably still playing beer pong!”

“Sure.” You smile, walking hand in hand with Jimin as you make your way back to the kitchen.

Hours pass and you are now outside on the back porch piss drunk with your 3 friends and a couple new friends. Nick and his pal that you can’t remember the name of—but you remember Nick. He’s really tall and has nice muscles covering his body, his light hair is messy and looks like you would have fun pulling it.

“And that’s why I think aliens are already here bro, like they are probably here at this fucking party bro.” No name friend finishes his point. Nick holds in his chuckle as his drunk friend rambles.

“Totally bro.” Then his eyes land on you. Fuck, were you staring? Oh well, it’s best to get to the point. You two have been making eyes at each other all night and it’s time to make the next move.

“Hey Nick, wanna grab a drink with me in the kitchen?” you inquire with a sly smile.

Jimin’s eyes widen before he’s smirking “Don’t be silly, wrap that willy.”

Trina and Holly laugh at Jimin’s words while you turn fucking red with embarrassment.

“Sorry about him…” You excuse Jimin, but you continue to smile slyly.

Nick grins with all his teeth as he takes your hand and leads you back inside the house. His hand is much larger than yours and you are already imagining what his beefy fingers will do to your vagina. God, what’s his dick like???

You enter the kitchen and you and him walk towards the cooler full of beers, he lets you stand to the side as he goes to grab them.

“Nick!!!!” you hear a familiar voice and you wince. Jungkook stands next to the cooler, his hand wrapped around the girls hand, but he briefly lets go of it to dap up your fuck for the night.

“What’s up bro!” Nick returns the handshake, a wide smile on his face.

They know each other?

“I thought you said you weren’t coming tonight?” Jungkook’s hand goes back to holding on to the girl.

“I wasn’t going to but,” he nods towards you, “Glad I did.” He winks. Jungkook’s eyes follow Nicks nod and when he sees you stand there awkwardly he goes completely pale. Your eyes meet uncomfortably, Jungkook let’s go of the girls hand without a second thought.

“y/n?” he questions with a pained expression.

“You know her?” Nick asks, totally out of the loop.

You shift from one foot to the other, not really sure what to do or say. So you settle for his name. “Jungkook.” It feels foreign on your tongue. Like if you said it 3 times in a mirror a sinister ghost would come to murder you.

Jungkook opens his mouth then closes it then opens it then closes it again.

“Baaaaabe,” the girl next to him whines, “let’s get out of here already.” She says, not even acknowledging your existence.

Jungkook shamelessly eyes you up and down, his shock is very evident as he looks at you.

You can’t help but smile a little, knowing you look damn good.

“Let’s go too, Nick.” You saunter to his side, grabbing a hold of his bicep.

That’s when Jungkook knocks out of daze, his brows crease as he looks between the two of you.

“Wait—you and Nick?” he asks, completely amused.

“Is that a problem?”

“Nope.” Jungkook looks fucking smug as he smiles, his hand going to grab the girls hand again. “See you later?” he asks you. You of all people! “Uh? Probably not?”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” Jungkook winks, turning around to leave as he leads his girl out.

Nick just continues to smile, completely oblivious, “So cool that we all know each other!” he grips on to your waist.

“Wait, how do you know Jungkook?”

“We—”

“Wait, it honestly doesn’t matter. Let’s just get out of here.”

“My place?” Nick breathes into your ear, he pushes your hips into his crotch so you can feel his half hard cock.

“Why are you already getting hard?” you tease, leaning up to kiss his neck.

“Honestly, I can’t stop staring at your tits. And I am imagining all the things I want to do to them.” He confesses hotly.

The uber ride to his place is short, only 10 minutes and it goes by quickly as you two have one another’s tongues down each others throats. His hands traveling all around your body, he even manages to slip his fingers past your panties to feel how wet you are.

“Fuck I can’t wait to get you inside…” his rapid breaths fan across your face as you nibble on his neck.

“Gonna fuck me?” you whisper quietly, not trying to get heard by the Uber driver, but you could also hardly care if he hears you or not, he gets 5 stars.

“Want you to ride me.” He palms his cock through his pants as he imagines you bouncing on his cock for him.

“If you deserve it like a good boy.” You replace his hand with your own, rubbing him ferociously over his jeans. You haven’t felt dick in months and the feeling is driving you absolutely wild, you haven’t felt this needy in a long time.

The Uber comes to a stop, parking in front of an apartment building. He lets the two of you know you reached your destination. You and Nick giggle as you thank him and stumble out of the car as you follow him to his apartment. He would stop every few seconds to plant kisses on your lips and grab your ass with a tight squeeze. He groans and rolls his eyes back as he explores your body.

“Wait til we’re inside,” you breathe out, your voice silky as hell.

Finally, after a short, kiss filled elevator ride later you arrive at his front door. His lips never leaving yours as he pulls out his keys, fumbling with them until he finds the right one.

He pulls away for a second to unlock the door and desperately pushes it open to let the two of you inside. Your lips are already back on his as you two trip into the entry way of the apartment, you walk him backwards, until his back is against a wall.

The apartment is dark besides the living room TV, you take a second to pull back and admire Nick’s fucked out expression, the blue glow of the TV making everything feel surreal.

You dive back in to kiss him, he prods his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around with yours making you moan into his mouth.

“Hi guys!”

Your eyes shoot open, mouth still attached to Nicks. You push your head back, disconnecting from Nick and yank your head to the left where you see a wild Jungkook sitting on the living room sofa, his mouth full of the cereal he is eating. He is wearing the most shit eating grin you have ever seen on him.

“Jungkook?! What the fuck?” You spit out, totally fucking shocked. Like, obviously.

“Hey man…” Nick breathes out heavily, trying to speak properly, “I thought you would be at Vanessa’s tonight?”

“Nah,” Jungkook smiles, “Dropped her off and came home.”

HOME?

“H-Home?” You look between the two guys, what the fuck does he mean by that. This is Nicks place, right?

“Oh you didn’t know?” Jungkook nods his head toward Nick, “Nick here is my beloved roommate.”

“What the fuck…” you mutter under your breath, trying to understand the mother fucking situation. Were you about to fuck Jungkook’s roommate? Are you still going to is the real question?

“Wait, how do you two even know each other?” Nick starts to look antsy, “Don’t tell me she’s one of the girls you’ve fucked…come on bro, leave some for the rest of us.” He chuckles somewhat bitterly.

“No!” you’re quick to say. You begin smoothing out your skirt, then your hair. “We just…”

“y/n is my bestie!” Jungkook grins, putting the cereal down and standing up. He walks forward until he is making a triangle with you and Nick.

“Was.” You spit out harshly, crossing your arms across your chest. Nick just stands there confused as hell, looking between the two of you.

“Anyway, I should get going.” You turn your body to Nick, a look of apology on your face.

“What? We can just go to my room?” he slurs, tugging on his pants uncomfortably, his boner still apparent.

“Sorry, no longer in the mood.”

You pull out your phone to order an Uber when Jungkook takes your phone from you.

“I’m not drunk, I can drive you.” He offers. You push your head back in disbelief, how does Jungkook have the AUDACITY to offer that to you?

“Why the fuck would I want that?”

“So we can…” His eyes slide over to the ever growing confused Nick, “Talk.”

You haven’t spoken to Jungkook in 3 months and today is finally the day you are able to breathe a little easier and he just has to barge back in.

“Like I said,” You snatch your phone back from him, “Why the fuck would I want that?”

Nick shifts around uncomfortably, his eyes darting from you to Jungkook.

“Well, I am gonna head to my room…uh, bye y/n…it was nice meeting you…I guess…”

You and Jungkook both turn your heads toward Nick at the same time, eyes shooting daggers at him.

“Yeah, bye.” Jungkook dismisses his roommate, his jaw clenching.

“Nice to meet you too…”

Nick walks backward until his back meets his bedroom room, he looks at the two of you one last time before turning around to disappear into his room.

“I said, let me drive you home.”

“And I said, why the fuck would I want that?”

“y/n don’t choose now to be difficult.” Jungkook takes a step closer to you, his hands running through his dark, messy hair. His eyes shut in frustration, “I just want to talk to you.”

“And I don’t want to talk to you.” You take a step back, “Plus, how would your girlfriend feel if you took me home?”

Jungkook’s eyes narrow, his mouth setting in a firm line.

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Could of fooled me and like, everyone else.” You scoff.

Jungkook bites down on his bottom lip, not knowing what to say. While she’s not his girlfriend she’s also not not his girlfriend. It’s complicated.

“Can I please, just please, can I take you home?”

“No, Jungkook. The fucking audacity,” you scoff again, “You haven’t spoken to me in 3 months,” your voice fucking cracks and you feel like dying. “Don’t start now.”

“y/n…” he runs another frustrated hand down his tired face, “I didn’t mean for it to go this long…” “I don’t fucking care, Jungkook.”

You feel your chest begin to burn, and your eyes begin to gloss over but you won’t cry. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

“I want nothing to do with you.”

You stare at the phone in your hands as you begin ordering your Uber when he yanks it from your hands once again, he hides the phone in his back pocket and you snarl.

“What the hell Jeon?”

“I said I am driving you home so we can talk so that’s what we are gonna fucking do, okay?” he grabs your hand and begins walking you towards the front door. There’s something about Jungkook...you decide to listen. You watch silently as he puts on his shoes and grabs his wallet and keys.

“Okay…” you finally answer, your voice timid.

He said you guys are going to talk but the car ride has been mostly silent save the low radio playing in the background. Maybe it’s better this way, you think. You aren’t sober, that’s for sure but you also don’t think you are drunk enough to handle this properly. You decide maybe that’s also for the best.

“You sir, are a fucking asshole.” You speak up, your fingers playing with the zipper of your purse. The car smells like it always does, his fresh laundry car freshener and you get sucked into a million memories linked with this scent.

“I know.” Jungkook eyes you from the driver seat, you shiver from the running AC and so he turns it down, “There’s a blanket in the back if you want to grab it.”

“No thanks, don’t know where that’s been.”

“It’s clean, I promise.”

Your eyes go wide as you recall his last promise to you…”Just a few days. I promise.”

“Yeah, I don’t actually believe in your promises anymore.” You continue to pick at the zipper of your purse, your eyes never leaving the zig and zag of the material.

“I needed space y/n, fucking sue me.” He groans out, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“Oh I wish I could.” You snap back.

You feel your chest burn and tighten again, your eyes slightly watering. You have to force them shut to keep from any tears growing.

“I called and texted you every day.” You whisper, his grip getting tighter on the steering wheel.

“I gave you a few days Jungkook. But I never heard from you until 11 at night one night telling me you are fucking moving out.”

“I know, that was…fucked up, I admit. But I had to do what I had to do and I just wish you would let me explain that—”

“No.” you cut him off, “You don’t deserve to explain anything.”

“You mean so much to me y/n…”

“Don’t.”

Jungkook pulls over on the side of the road, turning off the ignition.

“What are you doing?” you sputter out.

He clicks his seatbelt off his body and turns to face you, “Getting comfortable.”

“Why?”

“Will you look at me?” Jungkook tilts his head towards you, “Will you please look at me?”

“No.” you stay facing forward, your hands folded in your lap.

“y/n…please.” His voice sounds strained and you almost feel bad. Almost, but not quite.

You don’t need this…you don’t need him. Ouch, you feel pain in your chest as you think that…oh, the lies you tell yourself.

“Say what you need to say Jungkook, so you can take me home.” Your face stays neutral.

Jungkook sighs out, feeling almost defeated, but not quite.

“I…I am so sorry.” He finally says.

“About what?”

“Everything y/n.” his voice cracks and somehow you feel satisfied.

“You’ll have to be more specific if you ever want my acceptance”

“I know…the first thing I am sorry for is not telling you about Taehyung. That was…that was wrong of me—”

“No shit, but go on.” Your voice stays steady as you speak.

“I was worried about other shit, I was selfish and it’s taking me a long time to forgive myself…but I’ve thought a lot about it these last few months and—and…”

“Oh? You’re worried about you forgiving yourself? Shouldn’t you be a little more concerned about I don’t know, me?”

Jungkook frowns at your words, because well, you’re right. And he’s getting to that part but you keep interrupting him. But he lets you.

“Yes. I am most worried about you, of course.” He breathes out. “You have no idea what these 3 months without you have felt like…”

“Really Jungkook? If anyone knows its fucking me. I went 3 months without you too. You left me!” you start to lose your composure as you speak, your hands gripping on to your poor purse. “When I was going through a really hard time you straight up left me.” You whisper.

“Please believe me…I had my reasons. It was truly for the best y/n.”

“For the best?” you scoff. “You’re such an asshole.”

Jungkook winces at your words, he knows you mean them and that hurts him even more.

“Can you just trust me?” Jungkook blurts out.

Huh? You shake your head, disappointed he would say something so …well, ridiculous.

“Just stop, Jungkook.” You hesitantly roll your eyes, still shaking your head.

Jungkook licks his lips over and over, trying to figure out his next words.

“I really really,” he begins to lose it, his eyes darting all around the car. “just need you to trust me.” He blinks repeatedly, his eyes not focusing on anything in particular.

You, of course, do not believe your ears. Trust him? How could you possibly trust him?

“I just really…I really had my reasons y/n. And I’m sorry, but I just need you to just trust me, that I had my reasons and that I do care about you.” His voice is shaky and you’re uncertain how to take this information.

“I’m confused…” you begin, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You want me to trust you? Even after you left me? Even after I ‘threw myself’ at you?!”

“You weren’t in the right head space y/n…you were vulnerable and…and you didn’t actually want me. You just were feeling used and rejected and needed something to make you feel wanted. To feel better. You wanted to use me for that and I couldn’t let you. But how much could I handle? You liked one of my friends, dated him…sort of, even slept with him and I had to be your shoulder to cry on when,” his breathing picks up heavily as he tries to speak, “it doesn’t matter.” He grits out.

You sit there…speechless. He wasn’t wrong, was he? You were feeling lost and rejected and used and you just wanted something or someone to feel better and who better than your best friend? But it’s also his fault you needed things to work out with Taehyung in the first place!

“Jungkook—”

“I’m not done.” He breathes out, his hot breath reaching your skin.

“I needed some space to think. But I realized I couldn’t properly think things through if I saw you every day, so yeah, I moved out. I’m sorry…” He runs a hand through his hair, a light chuckle makes it way past his lips “Then I met Vanessa.”

“I don’t want to talk about your little girlfriend.” You turn to face forward in your seat, your eyes glancing at the stop sign ahead.

“I told you, she’s not my girlfriend. But it is complicated.”

You continue to look straight ahead, your heart racing in your chest. The subject of “Vanessa” making you feel anxious.

“Complicated how?” you gulp.

“Don’t worry about it.” He laughs to himself, you turn your head to look at him.

“Are you serious, Jungkook?”

“We fuck y/n.”

“But it’s more than that right?”

“Yeah…” Jungkook bites down on his lip.

You look at him bewildered.

“Do you like her? Love her?”

You grip your purse in your lap, waiting for his answer. How would you feel if he answers yes? Are you brave enough to endure that answer? And if he says no? should you be happy? Should you feel relieved?

“No.” he closes his eyes, he folds his hands in front of him. “It’s complicated.”

You sign in relief—oh. Relief is the emotion you are feeling. Why? Why should it matter?

“Why are you telling me all of this?” you whisper.

“I want to be friends again, y/n.” he says softly, his eyes searching yours.

This is madness, how the hell could you save this friendship? Your face scrunches up and the first couple of tears slide down your cheeks, you shake your head as they continue to fall.

“You don’t know how this makes me feel…” you cry out. “I don’t even know how it makes me feel.”

You miss him, so fucking much and he’s right here offering himself to you. But you ‘re so hurt.

“y/n…I know I hurt you. But you gotta believe me when I say it is the hardest thing I have had to do…you understand that right? I had to do it…you understand right?” he begs.

“You were so quick to abandon me, Jungkook.” You drop your head into your hands, the tears uncontrollable now.

“I…” Jungkook begins to panic, his own eyes glossing over. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. Please y/n…I can make it up to you.”

“Things would never be the same, you get that right?” you bawl into your lap, your words coming out broken.

“Please baby, I just need you in my life again…” Jungkook admits, his own words choppy. He reaches his hand to touch you, to his surprise you don’t flinch. His hand cups the back of your head and he begins to massage it softly.

“I have missed you so much and nothing I mean nothing can replace you.” He hesitates to continue, “trust me…I have tried.”

You sob into your hands harder, the weight of his words crushing you.

“I’m sorry Jungkook but I…I don’t believe you.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he absorbs your words, his mouth falls open in shock. Don’t believe him?

“What—what do you mean? What are you saying?” his panic filled voice makes your stomach churn.

“I reject your offer. Now please take me home.” You lift your head and stare straight ahead. “I’m serious.”

Jungkook face twists into a bewildered expression, he doesn’t believe his ears. You…reject him?

“Wait—”

“I said take me home now.” This time you snap your face in his direction, the cold look in your eyes piercing his very soul.

“Okay.”

Hopeless: the dictionary describes it as without hope ; despairing. But in reality, it’s just a picture of Jungkook’s poor, poor face.

Jungkook parks in his designated spot in the lot of his apartment complex, he reverses in because why the hell not. So extra. His drive home was silent… not even the radio on a low volume keeping him company, just complete silence. He turns the car off but doesn’t make a move to get out, he just continues to sit here in his car and sigh out dramatically every 5 seconds.

He’s so confused and lost on what to do. He bangs his head against the steering wheel a few times just for the hell of it, he just…he didn’t think you would reject him. But honestly? Can he blame you? All he’s done lately is be selfish and mess up over and over again. But he wishes you could just trust him but he also wishes he could just tell you the truth. Maybe then you could understand his position and you wouldn’t be mad at him anymore. But he has to wait.

Jungkook’s head is still banging against the steering wheel when more thoughts of you bombard his mind. His breathing picks up and he starts to sniffle, he doesn’t want to cry but you just…you don’t want anything to do with him. He balls his hands into fists and hit the steering wheel over and over causing the horn to go off a few times but he doesn’t care he’s so upset, he just….

When Jungkook saw you tonight for the first time in 3 months he swears his heart actually stopped. He swears it raced so quickly that it just stopped. He let go of Vanessa’s hand so quickly because he wanted to rush to you and hug you close, he wanted to just feel you. Not having touched your skin for the last 3 months…he doesn’t want to imagine even another day.

A few tears slip past his closed lids, he chuckles darkly as he recalls you and Nick. He thought, wow, the universe is cruel and also hilarious. His fucking roommate? He shakes his head, laughing again but his lips remain downward. He feels so fucking helpless right now. But he deserves this, he deserves to feel this pain. He did this to himself and he’s fully aware of that.

Jungkook thinks of your face, he thinks of your smile, he thinks of your eyes and he cries harder, his tears landing on the steering wheel and sliding down landing on to his lap. Yes, he feels like all hope is lost but he knows he cannot give up. He will win you over again one day. He lifts his head and wipes his tear streaked cheeks with the back of his hand and breathes out steadily.

“y/n…” he whispers to himself. Your name leaves his mouth in frustration. He won’t give up. He can’t.

~~~~

“And they were roommates?!” Jimin shouts, a banana half sticking out of his mouth, Trina gasps and whispers “Oh my god they were roommates.”

“Yeah, it was a total shit show.” You bang your head against your breakfast table. Holly rubs your back as she sits next to you.

“Then what happened?” she pries further.

“Yeah what the hell happened y/n!” Jimin yells out.

“He asked to be friends again…and I totally rejected him. Maybe I was too harsh? He was so sad guys…it makes me think…I might agree to kind of being…friends?”

Jimin shuts his eyes as a frown decorates his face, he places a hand on his hip and he inhales a sharp breath, “Listen…you’re both my friends and of course I want you to be good again…but he hurt you …bad.”

“I know Jiminie, but his reasons…” you bite your lip, “Never mind.”

“Well, I don’t like it.” Trina butts in. “He fucking left you, remember?”

“Yes Trina, I fucking remember—”

“Then fucking act like it!”

“Trina relax,” Holly intervenes. “They have a long history, right? It’s hard to just forget about everything…”

Jimin stands from his chair, hands on both hips. “Fine, if we are doing this…then you better actually try. Don’t half ass shit, if you’re going to be friends then don’t be an asshole to him, don’t make snarky remarks…I know your ass.”

Jimin has a good point, you haven’t actually thought about how you will act.

“I’ll be a good girl.” You raise your right arm to salute him.

“Fucking smart ass.” He rolls his eyes.

“Are we serious right now?” Trina shakes her head, “You moped around for 3 fucking months y/n. You cried every time you even thought of Jungkook…which was a fucking lot.” She points out, “Listen, you stayed strong when you talked to him in the car. Don’t break just because you feel bad for the dude because he’s fucking pitiful. He doesn’t deserve your pity girl. He’s an asshole!”

“Trina, be nice.” Holly says sternly, reaching forward to grab on to Trina’s hand. Trina visibly relaxes and nods her head towards Holly and smiles softly.

You and Jimin share a look. Are they….?

“You…” You slam your eyes shut, Trina’s words ringing loudly in your ears. You know she’s right. “I’ll think about it some more. For now, I gotta get ready for work.”

~~~~

“Doesn’t Hazel look so pretty here?” Adam shoves his phone in your face as he gushes about his girlfriend.

“Yes dude, she’s so pretty.” You deadpan. “Now can you please put the brownies in the oven? We’re low.”

“Wait wait…here’s one of us together at the park.” He nudges his phone in your hands, you roll your eyes but you take it.

The two of them are sitting on a park bench, she’s leaning into his frame and they both have wide smiles on their faces. They seem so in love. And you know they are because fucking Adam reminds you every 20 seconds.

“Their love makes me sick.” Jade walks over, her hands patting down on her work apron, her tone is bland but she still tries to smile. “Like, we get it.”

“Who loves who more?” you begin with a toothy grin, “Adam to Hazel or Lenny to the sugar cookies?” you laugh while pointing at said Lenny stuffing his face with the reject cookies. Jade and Adam chuckle while they stare at him.

“Hey guys, really?” Lenny says with his mouth full. “You know I feel bad when we throw them away.” He pouts, crumbs decorating his lips.

“Lenny I catch you eating fresh ones all the time!” Adam points out.

“Sometimes they’re a little ugly…” Lenny reasons, “So I…”

“You don’t have to explain my guy, you just really love your cookies.” You hand Adam back his phone as you head towards the walk in freezer to take out the brownies yourself. You load up a tray and stick those suckers in the oven.

“You’re useless Adam.” Jade sticks a piece of gum in her mouth and chews obnoxiously “U-s-e-l-e-s-s. Useless.”

“You’re always so mean to me Jade what did I ever do to you?”

All 4 of you shoot your heads up when you hear the bell go off on the door of the bakery, its loud chime signaling the arrival of a customer.

“Oh.” Jade says while popping a bubble. “It’s your usual customer y/n.”

You tilt your head towards the front of the store to get a look at who she is talking about, and yup its him. Your most consistent customer who orders the same damn thing every single day. 2 oatmeal raisin cookies and that’s it.

“Can someone else just take care of him today?” you whine, “I’m not in the mood to argue.”

“You know he’s just going to ask for you…” Lenny says stuffing his face with another cookie.

“God damn it.” You huff out, you grab two gloves from the box on the counter and begin walking towards the front of the store.

You reach the front counter and take in your enemy—you mean, your customer.

“And what do I owe the pleasure Mister Oatmeal Raisin?” you raise a brow towards the man. He’s only a few inches taller than you, his hair is a sandy color today and you hate to admit it looks good on him.

“You know you could just call me by name.” the man sways side to side with a smirk on his face.

“I like Mister Oatmeal Raisin.”

He has been coming to this store for the last couple of months and you two…don’t necessarily get along swimmingly. He complains a lot and is a total smart ass. And you? Well, you’re not much better.

“Well, I’ll have my usual.” He smiles, “And you know the drill, please make sure there is a normal amount of raisins and not a million, I don’t want 8 raisins a bite. But one every now and then.”

You roll your eyes extremely dramatically, pressing the buttons on the screen for his order.

“Sir yes sir.” You salute towards him, “How could I not know the drill?”

“That’s the spirit.”

You spin on your heels and head towards the back to heat up his two cookies. You carefully select one cookie with barely any raisins and one cookie with a million, just like he didn’t want. You cackle to yourself as you place them in the baggy, feeling beyond satisfied.

“How haven’t you gotten fired?” Adam crosses his arms over his chest as he watches you, “And how hasn’t he complained about you? You do this every time I don’t get it.”

“He likes her.” Jade says plainly while scrolling through her phone.

“As fucking if!” you scoff, “He wants nothing but to annoy me!” But you can’t help but smile.

“He literally only asks for you every time you’re in.” Lenny reasons, “but you shouldn’t like him back…he likes the worst cookie on the menu. Sugar is where it’s at.”

You laugh at your coworker while walking back up towards the front of the store, reaching the counter.

“Your cookies!” you hand him the baggy with an evil smirk, “I hope you enjoy them.” You wink.

The man opens the baggy and inspects each cookie and with his own evil smirk he winks back at you, “Are we serious right now?” his sly smile doesn’t leave his face as he begins to complain, “You are such a brat.”

“$4 Mister Oatmeal Raisin.”

He hands you the cash, you put it away quickly and with a wide smile you gesture towards the door for him to leave.

“Min Yoongi.” He shakes the bag of cookies in front of him, “Not Mister Oatmeal Raisin.” He turns around and starts walking towards the door but before he exits he tilts his head to look at you one last time, “See you tomorrow…y/n.”

You feel a harsh blush creep up on your cheeks, or your whole face actually. Maybe your whole body. You feel taken aback he knows your name but then you remember you have a god damn name tag.

“Uh…yeah.”

“See you tomorrow…y/n.” all 3 of your coworkers mock in a deep voice.

“Shut up guys!” you whine into your hands, “Can we please just get back to work!”

~~~~~

A few weeks later

The drive to Jimin’s is a quick 7 minutes but you did take a little detour. You decided to stop at the pizzeria that’s on the way and grab a hot pizza for the two of you.

“Hehe.” You look over to the steamy food sitting in the passenger seat.

Jimin has been such a great friend to you all this time and you feel like you’ve never really thanked him…so, tonight you two are going to have a fun night in—he just doesn’t know it yet.

Who doesn’t love being surprised with food?

You pull up to Jimin’s apartment complex and after driving in circles you finally find a parking spot. You grab your purse, your backpack, and the pizza and make your way up to his apartment.

You knock on his front door a few times but get no answer. Maybe he’s not home? No, you definitely hear music coming from the other side…so, you decide to call him.

“Hello?”

“Jimin~ let me in!” you sing into the phone.

“You’re—you’re here?”

“Let me in already!” and with that you hang up and wait patiently outside the door.

A few moments pass before the door is opening up, when Jimin really registers that it’s you he’s kind of closing the door until only his face is shown through the crack.

“Ummm…yes?”

You quirk a brow at the boy, “What do you mean ‘yes?’ let me in!” you begin walking forward when a panicked Jimin opens the door wider to let himself outside and shut the door behind him.

“y/n…why are you here? Did we have plans tonight?” he looks down at the pizza in your hands.

“Not exactly…” you admit, “But I figured we could have a night in.”

Jimin frowns. Fucking frowns!

“Or not?” you say awkwardly.

You hear some sort of banging on the other side of the door and then it clicks.

“Oh? You have someone over?” you smirk.

“Uhhh…no. Nothing like that.” Jimin’s eyes slide to the side as he tries to think of what to say next.

“Babe—”

“Jimin!”

The door is being swung wide open and your eyes travel from some horrendous toes socks to some tight jeans to a striped t shirt to yes, Jungkook’s surprised face.

“Oh.” You both say at the same time.

You and Jungkook stare at one another for a few moments, neither of your eyes leaving the other when Jimin clears his throat.

“Sorry y/n. Jungkook is already over…” he gives you an apologetic smile.

“Is it just you two?” you ask quietly.

“Huh? Uh, yeah.”

You glance down at the pizza and think to yourself. You and Jungkook may not be friends but you can be civil? Yeah, totally! You can definitely be civil! You already bought this fucking pizza so you and Jimin are going to eat it! And you guess, Jungkook too.

“Okay, let me in.” you start shoving your way past Jimin, you watch as his and Jungkook’s eyes go wide.

“Maybe you didn’t hear him, but I am already hanging out with him?” Jungkook sputters out. He awkwardly moves to the side anyway to let you through.

“I can be civil with you Jungkook. Plus, I don’t want this pizza to go to waste. So let’s eat.” You walk through, nudging the pizza box into Jungkook’s hands, he takes it while looking at Jimin with shocked eyes.

Jimin just shrugs and follows you inside.

“Yeah, let’s eat.” He says nonchalantly.

Jungkook is left at the door with the pizza in his hands as he is left completely dumbfounded. He is malfunctioning.

“Jungkook?” you call out over your shoulder, “Hurry up, I’m hungry!”

“Yeah, Jungkook hurry up!” Jimin smirks, he isn’t totally sure what’s going on but he kind of likes it.

“So what were you guys doing before I got here?” you shove an entire slice of pizza down your throat, the sauce getting left behind on your lips.

“I was teaching Jungkook some of my dance moves…we made a bet that he couldn’t learn the entire routine in 3 times…and—”

“Let me guess, he fucking learned it.” You laugh.

Jimin groans, his head thrown back as he begins nodding his head ‘yes.’

“So annoying! What can’t he do!” Jimin throws the pizza crust in the box and Jungkook immediately picks it up and eats it.

“Pshh, I could name a few things.” You point out bitterly. “But we won’t get into that.”

“Yeah, please don’t.” Jimin pleads.

“I’m curious…what is it you think I cant do?” Jungkook quirks a brow at you and your eyes darken in his direction.

“You really want me to?” you take a napkin and wipe your lips, “It’s nothing nice.” You admit.

“Oh then yes, please don’t.” Jungkook is quick to say.

“Yes, please don’t.” Jimin begs again.

The 3 of you are sitting on the living room floor, maybe only 30 minutes or so has passed by and it’s not too awkward. But it’s not necessarily comfortable either. Jimin looks between you and Jungkook constantly, waiting for someone to crack but neither of you really speak to each other. Both of you really only communicating with Jimin.

“So Jimin, are you going to show me another routine?”

“Why? So you can prove you’re the master of everything again? No thanks.”

“Jimin, maybe you can show me a few steps?”

Jimin smiles awkwardly while Jungkook is quick to burst out laughing. You snap your head towards Jungkook and raise your brows at him.

“Why is Jungkook laughing, Jimin?”

“Umm…” Jimin smiles softly, “You aren’t the most…”

Jungkook laughs harder as he watches Jimin trying to explain.

“Aren’t the most…?” You tilt your head towards the boy.

“C’mon y/n don’t make me say it…” Jimin drags out his words in a whine, he plays with his fingers, looking around the room awkwardly.

“Just say it Jimin.” Jungkook chuckles out.

“If you’re trying to say I’m a bad dancer, we all know that’s not true!” you defend once you catch on, you pout at the boys.

“Well…”

“You have both told me I am a good dancer!”

“Well, you know how to move. But steps…following a routine…that’s different. You aren’t very coordinated.” Jimin finally admits, a sheepish grin on his face.

“He means you can roll your hips but your feet are clumsy as fuck.” Jungkook says, still laughing at the situation.

“Shut up.” You glare at Jungkook.

“No, he’s right.” Jimin begins laughing as well, he looks at you and smiles. Well, if Jimin is saying it…maybe it might be true. It’s not like you didn’t kind of know. But still!

“Fine, whatever. Don’t teach me then.”

Suddenly, Jimin’s phone is going off and he rushes to the kitchen to answer it. You and Jungkook eat your pizza in silence, awkwardly catching one another’s gaze.

“So—”

“Don’t talk to me.” You cut in. Jimin isn’t here so it’s not like you have to be totally social with Jungkook.

“Oh.” Jungkook dramatically slumps his shoulders and pouts. You watch him as he throws a silent fit like the baby he is. “Okay.”

Jimin walks back into the living room looking annoyed, he stands between you two and throws a hand on his hip.

“I have to go down to the front office, there was a mix up in packages…I shouldn’t take too long…” he bites down on his plump bottom lip, “Please be civil while I’m gone. Jungkook…” he looks at the boy then at you, “y/n…” he warns.

“Sir yes sir!” you salute towards your friend with a straight face.

Jimin only narrows his eyes as he looks between you two.

“I’m serious…” he says.

Then he is putting on some shoes and heading out the front door, the soft click making you shudder. You’re alone with Jungkook.

A few minutes pass and you both awkwardly just sit there, sometimes catching the other looking. You finally huff out and accidentally giggle.

“What’s funny?” Jungkook’s curiosity getting the best of him.

“It’s just…I feel like we’re Jimin’s divorced parents and we’re trying to be civil for our child.”

Jungkook stares at you with scrunched brows, then looks away while a chuckle escapes his lips.

“Yeah. You’re right.”

You only nod your head in response. You two go back to the awkward silence.

You aren’t used to this…this awkward and odd silence that lingers between you two. It feels so fucking suffocating you almost wish you were on total talking terms so you didn’t have to endure this shit show.

“You know I could…no, forget it.” Jungkook bites his nails as he speaks, “I…”

“What?” you don’t mean to snap at him, but somehow even talking with an attitude feels better than not talking at all.

“I was going to say…I could teach you some steps…then you could surprise Jimin. He’s been working on a salsa piece…I can teach you some? Then maybe he will stop talking shit on your dancing.” Jungkook laughs awkwardly.

“Wait—he talks shit?!” somehow this doesn’t surprise you in the least.

“Only a little.” Jungkook shows you how little with his pointer finger and thumb. “But uh, want me to show you?”

“I don’t even want to talk to you, you think I want to dance with you?” you raise a brow in amusement. You forget this boy has all the audacity.

“Dancing doesn’t have to have any talking.” Jungkook states with a sly smile.

“So you’re just going to show me the steps?”

“Precisely.”

You don’t know why, but this sounds better than actually speaking and/or just sitting in miserable silence. And maybe, just maybe you have a desire to be close to him.

“You think I could learn in time before Jimin gets back?”

“With me as your teacher? Definitely.” He fucking smirks at you and you can’t help but feel that feeling in your stomach. Not necessarily a bad feeling but a fucking feeling.

Jungkook stands to his feet and extends his hand out to you for you to take.

“Here, stand up.”

Your eyes travel from his hands to his eyes and you blink lazily at him…wait, you’re really doing this? He stares down at you and he smiles softly and it creates a warmth in your chest that you’re trying so hard to ignore. You can’t.

Even so, you hesitantly begin to reach up to grab on to his hand, once your skin touches his you feel it. The burning. You should be used to it but right now, the fire is raging and the heat is almost too much. But you let him close his hand over yours as he helps you up.

You’re now standing in front of one another, in complete silence again. But this time it’s not awkward—no, it’s a different type of tension. Your hand lingers in his, neither of you brave enough to let go of the other. Jungkook looks down at you and you up at him, and you feel a million things. But the number one thing you feel is pain. You slowly pull your hand back and break eye contact with him, your head dropping low.

“Show me already.” You whisper.

“Shh, no talking.” Jungkook quietly demands. “Only speak with your body.” He puts some music on the speakers and smirks at you.

Jungkook steps closer to you and you stay grounded in your spot, you can feel the heat of his body begin to radiate and warm you. One of his hands find yours, he weaves his fingers through your own and puts one hand on your hip, he looks down at you to warn you this is how he will guide you.

“Just follow me.”

“You said no talking Mr.Jeon.” you say almost under your breath as you stare into his eyes. Jungkook rolls his head back with a smirk on his face, he looks at you and nods.

He puts his left foot forward and steps with his right foot in the same place at center, then puts his left foot back again. You try to copy his moves but even with such simple steps you step on his feet. He looks up at you disapprovingly. You only smile at him.

You two continue to try these steps until you finally manage to understand them even just a little bit. Jungkook brings your body closer to his as you two move your hips to the music while following the simple steps. His chest flush against your own, his heart beating so loudly you can feel it. Your heart isn’t any better. You start to finally get the hang of it, the music slowly taking you to another place. Jungkook moves his hips to the beat so flawlessly and honestly? You’re doing pretty fucking good if you do say so yourself.

Jungkook’s grip on your hip tightens as he grinds himself closer to you, you feel lightheaded as you two dance to the song. Your breathing getting just a little heavier and you feel lost and pathetic but you’re too immersed in the dance to care. Jungkook finds his head falling into the crook of your neck, his hot breaths fanning against your sensitive skin and you find your hand skimming up his back until you have a handful of his hair. You lightly tug on his locks and Jungkook quietly groans. You don’t know if you’re even doing the right steps anymore, your feet moving all around the place, but somehow it’s working. You’re still following his lead and you’re sure the dance looks somewhat okay. All you care about is how both of your hips move to the beat of the music and into each other. You two are so in sync its driving you nuts.

Jungkook lifts his head and watches as you close your eyes and he closes his own eyes, his head falling forward, your foreheads close to touching. You feel so dizzy, so light and airy, so fucking great like you’re floating. You can’t help but feel the heat creep up your entire body, you feel sweat start to build as you two move. You tighten your hands around Jungkook’s neck and pull him down impossibly close, until his forehead is touching yours. Your harsh breaths mingling with his. You get dragged into the memory of when he had you pinned to his dorms mattress, you recall how his lips left kisses all along your throat, his hot breath reminding you of the past. You think of how he rolled his hips into you effortlessly then as well, you think of how you scraped your nails down his back as he thrusted into you. God, you need to think of something else but Jungkook is filling your mind.

Jungkook’s breathing picks up again, as does yours. Your memories making this dance that much more sensual. You remember the way Jungkook nibbled on your ear as he let filthy words spill from his mouth when he fucked you. God, you should not be thinking this but his body feels so good. God, you should think of anything…literally anything else. You remember how he held you close much like how he is right now. You two continue dancing to the song that is soon coming to an end. You know exactly how it feels to have Jungkook inside you, moving and stilling. You know exactly what it feels like to come all around his cock. God, you need to stop. You need to slow your breathing. God, you…you…you...he continues to guide you along to the music when you feel something hard poke against you. Oh. Oh. OH. Hard. He’s hard.

Immediately, you pull back and take several clumsy steps backward. You blink at him with wide eyes when you realize that maybe he was recalling the same memories as you. Your wide eyes concerning Jungkook.

“Okay, that’s enough lessons for today.” Your harsh breaths don’t go unnoticed by Jungkook, his own breathing quite unsteady.

“Right.” Jungkook mumbles.

You two stand around for a few moments, just taking in the experience you just shared.

You still feel…how do you feel? You just shared a hot dance with your best friend? Wait—ex best friend? You don’t know. The memory of his body moving with yours, his skin touching your skin, his breaths on your neck, his hair balled up in your hands. God, it felt so good.

But so wrong.

“Umm…thanks.” You finally say.

Jungkook perks up at the gratitude, even if it’s somewhat forced. His frown turns into a small smile and you can’t help but smile back.

“I miss you y/n.” Jungkook instantly regrets it by the look on your face. Your expression turning hard. “Sorry I—”

“No, I miss you too.” You answer honestly. “But this doesn’t change anything.”

“But why not? Do you really not want me in your life for like, ever?”

Jungkook’s questions settle deep within you. The depth they hold…it’s too much. You wonder? Is this anti-Jungkook thing permanent? Or are you just trying to teach him a lesson?

Jungkook rubs his temples as he thinks, he sighs out instead of talking more.

“Not forever.” You finally say. Jungkook looks at you, a sliver of hope flashes across his face.

“But when?” he asks softly.

Yeah y/n. When? You know you both can’t go back to how things use to be but maybe starting over? God, you don’t know what to do! You know someone like Trina will be disappointed you became friends with Jungkook again so quickly, but you know someone like Jimin would be happy his two friends are back to being on okay terms. Why are you trying to please everybody? What do you want?

“Will you ever give up?” you say a little more lightly.

“No…” he says under his breath, his eyes focusing on the TV. “Not until you agree to be my friend again.”

You look at Jungkook with disbelief written all over your face, this boy has the fucking audacity once again. You’re amused though.

“Excuse me?” you say, cleaning your ear out with your point finger. “I didn’t catch that.”

Jungkook looks into your eyes, his eyes are large and doe like and it brings you back to every moment ever that he has given you this look.

“You’re stuck with me until you love me again.” He says more firmly.

“Who said,” you look at him with soft eyes, “That I ever stopped loving you?”

Jungkook smiles, he fucking smiles. His adorable bunny smile that makes your heart race.

“You still love me?”

“Only a little.” You jut your lip out, “I mostly hate you.”

Jungkook only frowns for a second before he is smiling again, “That’s fair.”

The two of you stand in comfortable silence for a few minutes, you sway back and forth wondering what you want to say to him—you miss him, of course but…

“Let’s take it slow.” You finally break the silence. You miss him more than anything and it might be worth it to have him in your life again, “You aren’t going to be a priority in my life anymore.” You crack you knuckles, the sound filling up the room.

“I know,” Jungkook feels his heart twist at your words but at least it’s something. “We can go however slow you want y/n.”

“You are on—”

“Thin fucking ice, buddy. I know.”

You exhale a shaky breath, thinking about how to go about this, “We can text every now and then, I’m not sure I want to hang out with you quite yet.”

“Okay.”

“Maybe a group hang out first…”

“I’d like that.”

Jungkook reaches over to grab your hand but you pull back, “That’s a no from me for the affection.”

Hurt flashes across Jungkook’s features but he softens up as he nods his head. “Noted.”

You wonder if you’re making the right decision. This wasn’t easy, you know? This actually felt quite hard. But somehow you feel like some weight has been lifted off your shoulders, like things maybe just maybe will be okay.

“I won’t push myself on you, I promise.” Jungkook sits back down on the floor, crossing his legs.

“Just be yourself, Jungkook.”

“If I wanted to be myself I would be hugging you right now but that’s apparently off limits.” He jokes.

“One hug.” You open your arms timidly. You feel one hug can’t be too bad?

Jungkook widens his eyes in pleasant surprise. He stands to his feet again and opens his own arms.

“C’mere.”

You watch in disbelief as he grins with his arms wide open, expecting you to go to him! And you do. You fucking do.

His arms wrap around you, he pushes you into his chest and you feel so fucking good. So warm, so cozy. His scent making you feel dizzy again, his warmth causing you to heat up. You lean back and look at his content face, he honestly looks so fucking content. Like, this hug is everything to him. And maybe it is, but you don’t know that.

“Uh, am I interrupting something?” you both snap your heads toward the front door to see Jimin standing there with a package in his hands.

“I can come back later?” he smirks at you two.

“No no no no!” you drop your arms from hugging Jungkook and take a few steps back, “We were just—”

“We made up, Jimin.” Jungkook says calmly with the softest smile you’ve ever seen on him.

“We’re taking it slow!” you rush to say.

“Oh?” Jimin winks, he walks forward until he’s in the living room joining you two. “Does this mean you will be joining us this Thursday at Jungkook and Nick’s place?”

“Huh?”

Jungkook shifts on his feet, “Yeah, uh, me and Nick are having a small get together on Thursday…you can bring whoever you want…but you’re definitely invited.”

“Before I answer that…Jimin how did you not know about Nick and him being Jungkook’s roommate?”

“Listen! Jungkook is always HERE! I never go over there! The few times I was there Nick was never home okay?!” Jimin whines obnoxiously.

“Okay, whatever. And Jungkook, I said—”

“You said group hang outs.” Jungkook pouts.

Oh. You did say that. But this soon? And is she going to be there?

You chew on your lips before answering, “Okay. But I’m bringing Trina and Holly.”

“Oh bro, Trina is not your biggest fan.” Jimin cuts in.

“Yeah, I know how she is I already anticipated that.” Jungkook shrugs, he looks at you with a small smile.

Okay, starting over? Taking it slow? Can you and Jungkook do this? You look between the boys and smile,

“Okay. See you boys on Thursday.”

#bts #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #taehyung angst

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Peter Quill x Female!Guardian!Reader: Recipe for Disaster

Summary: One part malevolent water god, two parts angry boyfriend, mixed with enough chlorinated water to fill a pool. Shaken, not stirred. Add one bored raccoon as garnish. Wah-lah! One thoroughly ruined vacation.

Rating/Warnings/Tags: T (sexual references, bad language, crude humor, and boobs; outfit shaming; religion insulting; god killing; the reader is a jealous girlfriend; post-Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2; implied Drax/Mantis; past one sided!Peter/Gamora referenced)

Fic Trade Prompt: “I just want 2 things: a peach bellini slush and for you to get the hell out of my face.“

Notes: This thing got rewritten about five different times, each with a different idea. You can tell. It’s not the most cohesive story I’ve ever written, but I think the character voices are very strong, so I’m posting it anyway!

Recipe for Disaster

Peter Quill was not one to balk about having sex with his girlfriend. The two of you had done it in zero gravity, underground while the planet’s crust above was being blown to smithereens, even in the Milano while being shot at. Yes, you and Peter certainly had an interesting and varied sex life. You normally didn’t complain—until now, that was. After all the tantrums, all the exploding ships, all the guts (so many guts), sometimes a girl needed some time off. Sometimes a girl needed to be pampered. Sometimes what a girl needed most on her vacation from destroying monsters with her bare hands and having sex in life-and-death situations was…a vacation.

Wearing your swimsuit and sunglasses to breakfast had perhaps not been your brightest idea if you wanted people to quit paying you attention. Gamora’s incredulous gaze was the first to meet yours as you and Peter walked hand in hand to where you had all agreed to eat that day, which was outside since Rocket had been exiled from the hotel. The rest of the team—minus Drax— had already started eating and plowed through more than three-fourths of the buffet table, judging by the remains littering the picnic blanket’s surface and the ground nearby.

Gamora managed to tear her eyes away from your chest without saying anything for once. Mantis was not so lucky. Looking around to see what Gamora was gaping at, her own gaze fell upon your all-but-exposed breasts and didn’t move even when she tried for a shy, “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” Peter answered cheerfully—and for him, you supposed it was. He hadn’t wound up taking forty-five minutes to shower because his significant other had kept interrupting.

Too annoyed with your boyfriend to communicate with anyone else, you shook off his hand and lowered yourself onto the edge of the blanket to admire the view. Both of the planet’s suns shone brightly in the sky. The smell of pool chemicals drifted through the air along with the sound of several different species of children screeching at play. It was the perfect day for pool lounging, if you were allowed to lounge at all.

“So,” Peter said through a mouthful of some green breakfast mash, “what’s the plan for today?”

You did not like the sound of this at all. Plans generally did not involve sitting by the pool all day. Rocket and the tallish, lanky Groot, however, perked up immediately, their attention drawn away from the massive bazooka they’d brought outside with them.

“I am Groot?” asked the latter. Rocket caught his eye.

“You got that right, pal,” he said. “There better be some kind of plan today.”

Peter swallowed thickly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I am Groot.”

“I thought that was the point of a vacation,” Mantis said.

“There’s a difference between being relaxed and being bored,” said Gamora, as she spread some vegetable-based gunk on a biscuit. “Frankly, I can’t stand another day of sitting around doing nothing while Peter and [Name] are locked up in the room.”

“Nothing can be very good for the psyche,” Mantis said, finally wrenching her eyes away from your chest when you looked straight at her. “I’ve been able to sense a lot of stress from everyone lately.”

“Probably because we haven’t killed anyone in over a week,” Rocket piped up.

You rolled your eyes, and Rocket saw. Before a fight could break out in earnest, Peter interrupted:

“That’s a good point, Rocket.”

You gaped at him. “No, it’s not. We are not murdering someone here just to de-stress Rocket!” Not to mention that murdering anyone would cut into the downtime you had yet to enjoy.

“I never said anything about murdering anyone here. Or even murdering a someone.”

“I am Groot?” asked Groot.

“Yeah, the emphasis on ‘someone’ is suspicious. You thinking about murdering some beastie somewhere else?” Rocket asked. “Like, off planet? ‘Cause believe you me, I’m not about to be picky.

“No, it’s on-planet,” Peter said with a shake of his head. “I heard some of the locals talking about it while we were at the bar last night. Apparently it usually doesn’t spend so much time close to the coast. It’s causing problems. A sea monster. Giant jellyfish just offshore.”

“Venomous and scary?”

“Probably.”

“I am Groot?”

“Most definitely.”

“Kill streak up to the high heavens?”

“I didn’t hear them say a number, but—”

“I’m in.” Rocket sat back with his tiny arms folded across his chest as though that put an end to the matter.

“Do you even know what jellyfish is?” you asked.

Gamora had other things on her mind: “Why didn’t you mention this before?”

“[Name] told me not to!” Peter said.

As expected, this news caused an uproar of protest at your behavior. Groot might have even come close to speaking a swear word you could understand. Scowling, you waited for the noise to die down before attempting to explain.

“It’s not a job,” you said, throwing a dirty look in Peter’s direction. “In fact, if any of you had bothered to do any research before we stopped here, you’d know that giant jellyfish is considered a deity. No matter how close it gets, no one wants it dead. If anything, we’d have to pay them to do anything about it.”

“I am Groot!”

“I’d pay ‘em, too! If I don’t get something to entertain myself, I’m likely to start causing trouble. Or maybe if Miss Snootypants over here has a problem with real entertainment, she can start paying me not to murder her.”

“Don’t hold your breath.” Your eyes narrowed in Peter’s direction. He was the one in charge of this lot, not you. All he seemed inclined to do was get them riled up.

It took so little to rile up Groot these days, too. Much more of this and he was likely to start whipping someone around with his hands. Seeing as you were Groot’s favorite target for that sort of behavior, you rather hoped your boyfriend might start taking matters into his own hands.

Luckily, Peter got the silent message—or so you thought. He made a show of finishing what was left on his plate, but then all he said was, “So?”

“So…what?” Gamora asked.

Mantis nodded vigorously by her side.

“So are we doing it or not?” Peter asked.

“Sounds fine to me,” Gamora’s eyes flicked once in your direction, “although you might want to check what your girlfriend is wearing.”

You looked down at the bikini top that covered your so-called “naughty bits,” then glared back at her. “What’s wrong with my outfit?”

“It’s not an ‘outfit.’”

“I am wearing a bikini.”

“To breakfast?” she asked coldly. It couldn’t be more clear that while Mantis might enjoy your cleavage, Gamora thought it ought to be covered whenever possible.

You tossed your head. “I’m wearing shorts, too.”

“I’d hardly call those shorts.”

“I’m covered enough that only you and Mantis have gawked at me,” you snarled, though you felt somewhat guilty over turning Mantis that particular shade of cherry. She’d been mostly alone for so long that she couldn’t help but be a bundle of nerves and social failure. You weren’t even being honest about the number of people doing the gawking, either.

Gamora rolled her eyes this time. “Fine. If you want to fight a giant jelly beast in nothing but a flimsy bra and some panties, be my guest. Maybe you’ll get an arm bit off. You can’t fight and look like a stripper at the same time.”

This, you felt, was going a little far. Your clothing was skimpy, but you weren’t going anywhere but the pool after breakfast (unless Peter had his way for a third day in row). Just because Gamora always felt the need to be battle-ready didn’t mean the rest of you shared her deep-seated paranoia. Besides, it wasn’t like looking like a stripper was a bad thing. It just meant you had a harder time keeping Peter’s hands where you could see them.

By then, you and Gamora were inches from each other’s faces. Mantis’ dark eyes darted worriedly between you both. Groot and Rocket whispered to each other—taking bets on which one of you would be first to render the other unconscious, you’d hazard a guess. Peter only looked delighted, his breakfast entirely forgotten in the light of a possible catfight between his girlfriend and a girl he’d once hoped to be his girlfriend.

As though you were about to give any of them the satisfaction. You took a deep breath and settled back onto the ground as you snatched a piece of fruit from one of the nearby plates.

“I can do both,” you said primly.

“Not well,” Gamora muttered.

“It doesn’t matter if I’m not dressed for battle. We aren’t going into battle.”

“What? Why not?” Rocket cried.

“Because no one is offering to pay us! You think that concierge is going to thank you for killing something he regularly makes sacrifices to?”

“I am Groot!” Groot interjected.

“Right,” said Rocket. “What concierge? Ain’t no concierge gonna get me to respect his idiotic religion. Not after he got a bunch of bellboys chasing me away from the buffet table when I’m far from the hairiest person here!”

Sadly, this was true. And after living with Rocket the past few months, you had a good idea of just how hairy he was. You did feel that he was missing the point, though.

“Exactly. So who cares if the thing is causing problems? There’s no point helping someone like that. Besides, the poor thing isn’t hurting anyone. It’s just hanging out at the beach.”

“It ripped a swimmer’s head off!” Peter said incredulously.

You threw down the remains of your fruit and looked him dead in the eye. “So it’s a malevolent deity. What, they don’t have those where you come from?”

“That’s not what I—”

“We’re already broke after we had to pay for all the repairs for the ship. Repairs, which, may I remind you, aren’t even finished?”

“But still—”

“Do you really want to spend your vacation doing work for free?”

“Who died and made you Queen of the Guardians?” Rocket demanded.

Peter continued to look at you for a few seconds longer, then sighed. “Forget it, guys.”

“What?”

“I am Groot!”

“Yeah, you’re right, Groot. She did steal Quill’s balls.”

“Hey, that’s not fair. I have very plentiful balls.”

“Prove it!”

Peter stood up, hands already moving to yank down his pants.

You pulled him back onto the ground. “We aren’t fighting anything today,” you told Rocket. “End of story.”

“Excuse me, Princess.”

“You are excused.”

Now that that was settled, you could hear the pool calling your name. You needed a tan that would last until your next break before the end of the week. With the crisis of possible god killing averted for now, sunbathing was next on the agenda. No word of goodbye left your lips as you stood to leave. Rocket was not far after.

“Well, if you lot are going to sit around trying to get a head start on decomposing, Groot and I got business matters of a serious nature to attend to,” he called as he scurried toward the hotel entrance.

Peter perked up considerably. “Business?”

Rocket waved him away with a laugh. “Not your kinda business, choirboy. Now, run along after sweetums before she steals something more crucial than your dick.”

“Rocket!”

But Rocket and Groot were gone, leaving Peter at the picnic blanket with Gamora and Mantis. He looked imploring at you. You looked away. Why couldn’t he just take the goddamn hint? Vacations were for doing nothing—not doing your boyfriend and certainly not doing work.

“So where’s Drax, anyway?” Peter asked when no new subject was put up by those remaining.

“Sleeping,” Mantis answered promptly. “He discovered the bar last night, and—”

“Say no more.” Peter winced. “Guess we better go check on the guy.”

“Since [Name] is so insistent that she stay away from this creature, perhaps she should go try to wake Drax up,” Gamora suggested. “The three of us can go scope out this…jamfish.”

“Jellyfish,” you said, “and we already decided not to kill it.”

“Looking is not the same as killing.”

“That’s a fine idea,” you said, your tone icy, “but seeing as Peter is my boyfriend, and not yours, I think he should come with me to check on Drax.”

Gamora rolled her eyes once more at this childish behavior. You felt a vague pang of guilt. She had always made it clear that she had no romantic attraction toward Peter herself. What was harder to forget was your boyfriend’s penchant for green-skinned space babes, especially when you were going to refuse to sleep with him and Gamora was as gorgeous as ever. Before you could even begin in the general direction of an apology, she got up from her seat and brushed past you.

“I’ll go make sure he isn’t suffocating in his own vomit. Heavens know I do it often enough for you, Peter.”

“Hey, [Name] takes care of my vomit now.”

“At least we all have that going for us. Come on, Mantis.”

Mantis pursed her lips, looked nervously between you, Gamora, and Peter, and stood up to hurry after Gamora’s rapidly retreating back. Well, that had worked better than you had planned it. Time with Peter and no need to get a second look at Drax’s unusual throw up. You were magnanimous enough to wait for Peter to catch up with you before moving on, but his trying to take your hand resulted in you shaking him off.

“You’re mad at me,” he said.

“Finally caught on, have you?”

“For what?”

If he hadn’t figured out that you wanted some quiet time without worrying that he was going to shack up with the first female-presenting being he spotted, you weren’t going to tell him. Not a word on the matter left your lips. After several seconds of silent walking, he tried again:

“You know, you don’t have to make me look like a…” He cut himself off.

Marching past the front desk (an act that earned you a suspicious look from the man at the counter, who no doubt thought you were trying to smuggle Rocket into the building by hiding him where the sun don’t shine), you lifted an eyebrow at Peter inquisitively.

“Like a what?” you asked, though you knew wouldn’t like the answer.

Peter sighed. “Like a…a pussy.”

This drew you to a complete stop. He nearly trod on your sandaled feet, not that either of you noticed.

“What’s wrong with having a pussy? I thought you liked mine.”

“I do! I just don’t want to be one.”

“Me suggesting you not give into Rocket’s insane demands makes you a pussy?”

“No! But not letting the rest of the guys do what they want—”

You interrupted him with a groan and a tossing upward of your hands. “I’m so sorry that I don’t want us to kill something important and get run off our eighth planet to date. Those Sovereign are still after us, but sure. Let’s go back into space before the Milano is ready so we can get blasted into nothingness by a bunch of gold-skinned children!”

Peter only stared at you. Faint heat born of anger rose into your cheeks. Not only was Peter acting like you were wrong to tell them to leave the jellyfish alone, but you were actively driving him away from the one moment you had with him alone and he wasn’t trying to remove your top. Suddenly your throat felt very right. Thank the (non-jellyfish) Gods Gamora wasn’t here to see and Peter had the emotional reading abilities of a hat.

“If you didn’t agree with me, you shouldn’t have pretended you did,” you said somewhat hoarsely.

“It’s not that I don’t agree with you,” Peter said. “It’s just the way you went about it made me look kinda…dickless.”

“Everyone knows you’ve got a dick, Peter. You’re not exactly shy about reminding us.”

Unwilling to discuss this any further, you spun around to stalk to the pool. Peter could go off and kill as many deities as he wanted. At the absolute least, this would keep him away from your sunning time for a few hours. With Drax unconscious, killing anything would take at least that long.

Huffing and muttering to yourself under your breath, you found a pool chair outside only a few feet away from the crystalline water. The last thing you expected to find when you finished applying suntan lotion and settled in on your back was Peter perched on the empty chair beside yours.

“What?” you asked.

“Can’t a guy hang out with his girlfriend without her asking him ‘what’?”

You eyed him suspiciously. Peter was dressed in his usual duds: heavy Ravager coat, funky t-shirt, thick-toed boots. He expected to be going after a jellyfish at some point today, at any rate. Certainly he wasn’t dressed to spend the entire day by the pool.

“You really plan to just hang out here with me all day?”

“Well, maybe not all day. Once you spent some time outside, I was hoping—”

“I’ve spent the past three days cooped up inside with you. Today is a ‘me’ day. No monsters. No slime. No sex.”

“Okay,” he said, oblivious to your eyes sliding shut in your attempt to ignore him, “I know you said no monsters, but I really think it would be best for the rest of the team if we took care of that thing out there. It’d calm everyone down. And everyone at the hotel would be a lot safer.”

You snuggled exaggeratedly into your sunbeam. “It can’t hurt us here. Unless you’re suggesting it’s going to grow legs and walk to the pool.”

“It could!”

“Peter, sweetheart?” you asked as you lifted your sunglasses off your nose.

“Yeah?”

You sat up to give his cheek a lazy pat. “If you bring up this job of yours one more time, I am going to murder you.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”

Peter didn’t look altogether certain about that, though. Probably had something to do with the time you’d broken his jaw during a rough night of sex. If you’d done that on accident, who knew what you could do on purpose?

Smiling with satisfaction, you turned over to let the dual suns above warm your back. “Maybe not. But I will refuse to screw you for a couple of weeks, so you’d better think real hard about little Peter before you say anything else.”

He didn’t. “I don’t see why we can’t spend an hour doing that. It’ll hardly cut into your tanning time at all.”

“If it’s so important to you, why don’t you go on with me?”

“Oh, come on. It wouldn’t be the same without you.” By this, Peter meant a fight just wouldn’t be as much fun if he couldn’t expect some clothing damage on your part that left you half-naked at the end. Apparently your bikini wasn’t cutting it.

“The answer is no. And the answer to sleeping with you today is no. We came on vacation to relax.”

“Sex is relaxing!”

“Maybe for you.”

“Guess Rocket is right about you stealing my dick,” he muttered.

Unfortunately for him, you heard, and you could stand it no longer. Between Rocket and Groot’s antics (and general banning by the hotel staff), Gamora’s snide remarks, and Drax getting drunk enough to almost drown once a day, this vacation was turning out to be no fun at all. Peter refusing to let you spend one day without physical activity was only the icing on the proverbial cake.

“If you want to go play with your friends, fine,” you snapped. “I don’t care. Just leave me in peace. I can stay here when you lot are chased off, and you can prove to the rest of them that you’re the one that wears the pants in this relationship.”

Normally, this would cause Peter to say something humorous about preferring that neither of you wear pants. But he didn’t. You’d crossed some invisible line, and now he simply watched you, his jaw slowly setting in that way of his that always showed that he was angry. You didn’t back down. A moment later, he stood from his pool chair with a faint, “fine,” then strode back inside, muttering something about “big and plentiful balls” all the while.

Your teeth found your lower lip; your intestines did a jig. If you valued your relationship, you would go after him and apologize. It wasn’t his fault things had gone so badly. Who cared about your tan or how often you had sex when—

“Cannonball!”

An enormous splash surged up from the water. Right before the waved crashed into you, you spotted the tell-tale gray-and-red skin that belonged to none other than Drax. Apparently he had not suffocated as Gamora had feared.

You spat out a mouthful of pool water just in time to see his head surface, his usual manic grin in place.

“Mantis!” he called. “Come in! If you are underwater, no one will see how hideous you look in your bathing suit.”

Oh, Gods. He had brought a friend. Mantis appeared in your field of vision. She had changed into pool wear, and, despite what Drax claimed, looked as annoyingly adorable as usual in a sparkly green one piece. She hesitated at the edge of the pool, but this did not cause him to pause. He swam closer to grab her ankle.

“Quick, before you cause someone to go blind.”

Mantis tried to protest. You heard the beginnings of a word at least, before Drax gave her leg a massive pull so that she toppled, screaming, into the water. Lucky for her, the water was deep and Drax’s stunt didn’t snap her neck. Unlucky for you, the resulting splash doused you a second time.

“Drax!” you shouted over the sound of his wild laughter.

“What?”

Oh, so he knew you were there, did he? You frowned. “Can you not play quite so rough?”

“What is the matter with the nature of my playing? You are the one who insists vacation are all play and no work.”

“You’re making a mess,” you snapped, wishing you hadn’t gone to the trouble of putting on makeup that morning. Waterproof or not, it was surely smeared all over your face by then. “Besides, there are children around. You and Mantis could really hurt someone.”

Drax regarded you for a minute or so, treading water as he did. Then he announced, “Rocket is right about you. You are an enormous piece of soggy bedclothes.”

“It’s ‘wet blanket,’” you snarled.

“Why on Terra would you be a blanket?” Before you could even attempt to explain, he turned to someone else. “Gamora! Though your appearance is not likely to cause widespread panic in this place, you are free to join us.”

“I don’t swim,” came Gamora’s voice from beside you.

You started and twisted around to find her next to the chair Peter had vacated. As usual, she was glaring at you.

“Suit yourself,” said Drax. “Come, Mantis. Let us see if you can play fetch.”

“Play fetch?”

“It is a thing pets do, I’m told.”

“Oh! Then I must be very good at it already!”

“I doubt it.”

Their voices faded away, presumably as they swam through water and children to a more distant corner of the pool. Not wanting a dagger in your back, you didn’t take your eyes off Gamora to check. So long as those two were away from you, you didn’t really care where else they went.

“Where’s Peter?” Gamora asked once you were alone.

“No idea,” you answered.

“He came here with you.”

“And he left here without me. Why do you want to know?”

This time, Gamora didn’t even bother to roll her eyes. “If he’s gone, what are you still doing here?”

“Tanning. Trying to, anyway.”

“Don’t you and Peter usually hole up in the room and mate?”

“I have better things to do today.”

One thing Gamora didn’t need to know was that you and Peter might be having a fight. He was an attractive man, after all. Who knew when she could change her mind about dating him and snap him up when you weren’t looking?

“I suppose sitting around is that better thing?” She didn’t wait for you to answer. “I should be grateful. Perhaps he’ll actually get something productive done.”

“He gets plenty of productive things done.”

“Not since he started dating you.”

“Hey—”

“I do not care about what sex you do or do not do with Peter,” she cut in. “Do you really plan to sit here all day?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know what he sees in you.”

“Neither do I.”

Gamora’s tense body unwound slowly as she shook her head. “We’re still stuck here for the next couple of days. Maybe there’s somewhere I can practice with my sword.” She turned to leave.

“Wait!”

She did. Then it occurred to you that you were too proud to beg her to stay just to keep you company. Gamora wasn’t even good company most of the time.

“Lend me some credits for the bar? I left mine in the room.”

“Go back to the room and get some.”

“I can’t. I left my room key, too,” you lied. “My shorts aren’t really big enough for pockets.”

Gamora lifted her eyes to the sky. This was leading up to an “I told you so,” you just knew it. But instead of saying as much (even though she had), she said, “If you are upset with Peter, you should talk to him. Don’t avoid him or play games that make you look like an idiot.”

She walked away, leaving you feeling half-annoyed, half-dejected. Though you’d made up the bit about wanting a drink on the spot, now getting drunk didn’t sound too bad. Doing so might even make this disaster of a vacation more appealing. To do that, you really did need credits. A peach Bellini slush (or ten) would be worth encountering Peter—though doing so risked you getting holed up in that room, just as Gamora had said.

Reluctant to leave your prime spot by the pool, you rose to your feet and sluggishly gathered your few possessions. As you pulled your shorts back on, you heard a familiar voice shout, “Look out!”

A sharp pain struck you square in the back of your head. Stars popped in front of your eyes. Your knees buckled. You were out before you hit the cement.

It wasn’t long after that that you felt a hard throbbing bring you back to reality. The suns had barely had time to scorch your shoulder blades. Sweat stuck to your back and…your hand?

“She’s waking up,” Mantis whispered.

You ripped your hand out of hers to sit up with a groan, rubbing the new knot on your skull. Through the fireworks still flashing before you, you could see the blurred outline of Mantis and Drax against the sky.

“Are you all right?” Drax asked.

“No, I’m not all right!” you shouted, so loudly that Mantis jumped backward. “You guys could have killed me!”

“It is not our fault your head is so soft.”

“You shouldn’t be throwing around—what is this?” You cast about through the wreckage of your fall until you found a hard lump hidden in your towel. Digging it out revealed—“a grenade! You shouldn’t be throwing Rocket’s grenades around a public place! Or any place we aren’t trying to blow something up!”

“It’s perfectly safe. We did not pull the pin.”

“I don’t care. You two are going to make someone dead.”

Mantis gasped.

Drax glanced at her. “This would not happen if you were not so abysmal at fetch,” he told her.

“I’m sorry,” she said tearfully.

Drax placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “You only need more practice. Perhaps one day you will be slightly less abysmal.”

Though this news appeared to perk Mantis up, you weren’t about to have them continue playing fetch with explosives on your watch.

“I don’t care how much practice either of you needs. You aren’t playing with this anymore.” You set the grenade gingerly aside. “And you’re leaving the pool.”

“Says who?” Drax asked.

“Says me.”

“For what reason?”

“Because if you don’t, I’m going to find someone to throw you out.”

To your surprise, Drax didn’t argue. With a careless shrug, he straightened. “Fine. We will go elsewhere. Somewhere where there are fewer trees going straight in the mud.”

“It’s ‘stick in the mud!’” you hurled after him.

Mantis threw you one last miserable look before she followed Drax back into the hotel.

Groaning, you sank back onto your chair. What a day this was turning out to be. You’d driven away the only member of your team that liked you, chased Peter off with your bitchy attitude, and got Gamora and Drax to leave simply because they found you too boring to tolerate. At least now you had the pool to yourself…several dozen children and their families notwithstanding. This tan had better be spectacular.

Your recent head injury made the journey to the room to hash things out with your boyfriend less appealing than ever. You’d hate to pass out mid-screaming match.

Once you’d made sure Rocket’s grenade was carefully stowed underneath a towel under your chair, you settled back in, stomach pressed into the chair. Maybe now you could finally get some rest and relaxation on this vacation.

Soon, it was only you and the rest of the well-behaved hotel guests for you to concern yourself with. Children continued to shriek and laugh in the shallows on the opposite end of the pool. Their parents spoke quietly to one another in voices you didn’t bother to pick out from the crowd. Ice in glasses clinked; bottles hissed as they were cracked open. Your muscles finally started to unwind beneath the searing heat of the planet’s suns.

This was a proper vacation. You could have fallen asleep right there and then. You would have fallen asleep right there and then, had your ears not picked up on the faint scratching of tiny nails against the ground.

Your loosened muscles tensed up once more. Not here. Not now. It took considerable will-power to force air in regular intervals in and out of your lungs. Not once did you open your eyes.

You were picking up on Gamora’s paranoia, that was all. Rocket was not the only small mammalian creature in the region. That noise might have come from anyone or anything. Besides, either way, Rocket’s behavior was not your responsibility. He was a full-grown raccoon. It was about time he started looking after himself.

The scrabbling noise disappeared into the distance, allowing your breathing to lengthen and slow naturally. You had worried for nothing—or so you thought, until an enormous tumult of explosions, screams, and shattering glasses came from the direction of the pool bar. You stifled a moan into the mesh beneath your face.

‘Please don’t come over here. I had nothing to do with it. Leave me alone,’ you thought desperately.

Yes, the hotel staff had seen you in Rocket’s company before he’d been thrown out, but that didn’t mean you were with him. Judging by the shouting and rattling, the hotel staff had the situation handled just fine without your help. No need for you to get up and bother with it. If you acted like you didn’t know him, maybe no one would suspect that you did.

Someone behind you cleared their throat.

With a sinking heart, you rolled over. Looming above you stood the grimacing hotel manager. He held a squirming and swearing Rocket up by the scruff of his neck. Just beyond them, two other men in hotel security uniforms had Groot handcuffed. You did your best to appear bewildered by this all-too-common scene.

“Yes?” you asked.

The manager’s stormy features did not budge. “This…thing,” he thrust Rocket at you, “has completely destroyed our outdoor bar.”

You squinted at the raccoon in question, then widened your eyes innocently at the man holding him. “That’s a real shame. I had my heart set on getting a peach Bellini later.”

“It says it was an accident.”

Accident your shapely ass. Why couldn’t this guy just get to the point already? He acted like he didn’t have a real job to get to. Rocket shouldn’t have resorted to blowing the bar up, but he had just as much right to be there as any other guest, even if he did look like a rodent on steroids.

“It was an accident,” Rocket protested. “[Name], come on. You gonna let this moron manhandle me like this?”

The manager did not so much as look at Rocket while he spoke, nor did he acknowledge Rocket’s speaking at all. “It also says it knows you. Of course, if we cannot find the vermin’s caretakers—”

“I am not vermin!”

“I am Groot!” Groot added.

No one acknowledged him either.

“—he and his friend here will have to be taken to a more secure facility. Someone must pay for damages, and I doubt this…creature has the necessary credits.”

Rocket bared his teeth at you in what he clearly believed to be a winning smile. You did not return the gesture. That rat! He and Groot must have spent all their ill-gotten Sovereign gains on grenades and bazookas. Now they thought you were going to bail them out? Fat chance.

“I’ve never seen this thing before I came to this facility,” you said coldly. “When I met it, I thought your staff was already getting rid of its kind.”

“Its kind?!” Rocket cried just as Groot said, “I am Groot!”

The hotel manager continued to watch you a moment longer. Whether he knew you were lying or not, he apparently didn’t want to prolong the argument (or get rid of a paying customer who wasn’t breaking everything in sight), because he turned with a faint, “very well,” before marching off with Rocket kicking and shouting in his grip.

“You bitch! You stone-hearted bitch! I’ll get you for this!”

Groot threw you a very dirty look as his captors dragged him off, too. “I am Groot,” he said seriously.

“Don’t tell her what we’re going to do!” Rocket said. “Her expecting it is the opposite of what we want! Jeez, you were smarter when you were a baby!”

You waved goodbye. Whatever happened to those two, there was no doubt in your mind they’d be back to enact their vengeance shortly. There wasn’t a prison yet built that could keep Rocket in, and with Groot’s bad temper these days, the security team might not get far enough to throw either of them in prison to begin with.

On second thought, peering through the glass doors through which they’d disappeared, you wondered if you ought to run after. Someone should probably warn the people of this planet of Groot’s temper.

Nah. Served them right for treating Rocket like an animal. If anyone was team pet, it was Mantis, and you didn’t see anyone attempting to remove her from the premises. Rocket getting in a real fight might calm him down, too, without the need to kill any local water gods. Win-win.

Your conscience cleared, you got back to work on tanning your stomach and chest. Best to take advantage of this quiet time while it lasted. Peter wasn’t talking to you; Gamora hated your guts on a good day; Drax and Mantis were causing trouble out of sight; and Rocket and Groot were out of your hair for once. It looked as though you’d be headed home by yourself after this vacation. The very least you could do was look good when you got there. The rest of the women in prison might be intimidated by your gorgeous appearance long enough to leave you the hell alone.

The heat of the day dulled to just below sweltering as the suns inched down in tandem toward the horizon. You shifted only as long as it took to apply a fresh coat of tanning lotion. The more time that passed, the more you relaxed. It seemed that your “friends” had finally got the point. Rocket’s mess had even spooked off most of the families with which you’d had to share the pool earlier in the day.

You should have known. You should have known they weren’t playing quietly out of sight and well away from each other. If you had known, you would have expected the echoes of gunshots and screams drifting from the beach. You didn’t, though, and it took several seconds of cacophony worming its way into your aching, sun-warmed skull before you noticed it. Your eyes popped open.

They weren’t.

They were. No sooner had you sat bolt upright than did some worse noise fill the air: a strange, watery shriek that grew louder and louder.

You stood. A monstrous jellyfish the size of the Milano itself sailed over the hotel roof to land with a resounding crash in the water. The resulting tidal wave swelled up so large and powerful that you couldn’t react before it caught you up and slammed you against a wall. Your head injury from before throbbed all the more.

A few seconds of listening to panicked pool goers screech passed before you could catch your breath. So rattled were you that you could only stumble across the cracked, wet cement in the general direction of the being that had caused all this destruction. When you found Peter—or any other member of these so-called “Guardians of Everything But Decent Vacations”—you were going to rend them limb from limb.

What malevolent deity from your home planet you’d angered, you didn’t know, but they had repaid you in absolute chaos. Forget Rocket blowing up the bar. Through the spinning world around you, you caught brief glimpses of crying children, broken bricks, and failing tentacles. Whichever of your friends had done this (if they all hadn’t been involved), they had managed what they’d been threatening to do ever since the busted ship had landed: ruined your vacation.

Just as you thought this, one of those flailing tentacles landed on your shoulder. Pain seared through the skin there as the venomous limb groped lower.

No, you realized, your friends weren’t ruining your vacation. This thing was.

You saw red. Unthinking, you wrapped both hands around the tentacle and ripped it from your chest. The jellyfish made a sound like a scream, trying to retract itself from your burning palms. If it hadn’t felt good on your breast, it definitely didn’t feel good on your hands. But you weren’t about to let go. Ruin your downtime, would it?

“I,” you heaved its gelatinous body forward, “don’t,” it whimpered as it scraped against the edge of the now-empty pool, “think,” why was a jellyfish so damned heavy?, “so!”

With a final burst of effort, you yanked it free of the pool. It sailed upward. You gave the tentacle in your grip a tremendous tug. For something with no visible mouth, that beast sure made a lot of noise when you ripped out its writhing limb. It didn’t have long to make noise, though. Once it got within arm’s length, you threw your entire body at it fist first. Your knuckles met thin, gooey skin for half a second then—

—the entire creature burst.

Jellyfish goo and venomous arms flew from where you’d made contact. Closing your eyes did nothing to prevent you getting a face full of guts. Again you found yourself spitting out liquid, but this time it was thick and sour and made your tongue spark.

By the time you’d opened your eyes, the remaining onlookers had fallen silent. They, just like you and your surroundings, were covered in jellyfish innards. Only then did you remember the natives here believed what you’d just blown up was a god, regardless of how much it might have pissed you off.

“Oops?” you said into the ringing silence.

Not a single being laughed.

Time to skedaddle. Without bothering to go back for Rocket’s grenade, you walked backward to the doors into the still mostly intact hotel. Your back did not meet glass, but a warm body.

“Miss.”

You whirled to face the concierge. Whatever he opened his mouth to say, you never found out. A rush of footsteps filled the air, followed by a familiar roar, and then two strong arms lifted you into the air.

“That,” warm lips on your forehead, “was,” warm lips on your lips, “amazing!”

Peter finally backed off enough that you could see his face. You wanted to say something, but there wasn’t any time. He had you back on your feet and his tongue back in your mouth in a matter of milliseconds. Knowing the concierge remained nearby didn’t exactly have you in a hurry to get Peter to stop. In fact, you were almost disappointed when he broke away to breathe.

“What did I say about killing local gods?” you asked, if only to see him flush.

“I know, but—well, it was worth it. I’m sorry if I ruined your vacation, but that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you—”

You interrupted by hitching your finger through the collar of his shirt. “I just want two things,” you answered. “A peach Bellini slush and for you to get out of my face.”

Crestfallen, Peter attempted to take a step away.

You pulled him back. “Not you. You,” you twisted your head toward the google-eyed concierge, “can run along and get me that slush, or your establishment will be dealing with a lot more than collateral damage from guests having to rescue other guests.”

He did not hesitate to scuttle off.

“On second thought,” said Peter, “that might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You should work topless more often.”

You looked down. That damn jellyfish hadn’t just groped you! It had torn off your top! A sound of incoherent rage escaped your mouth, but you dropped your hand to grab Peter’s to tug him after you down the hall.

“Am I in trouble?”

“Only if you don’t help me relieve some of this tension I’ve got going on.”

“We’re gonna have sex? That’s not normally the sound you make when we’re gonna have sex.”

“It is this time,” you answered, tossing him onto the nearest couch. Peter’s hands immediately found your hips after you positioned yourself on top of him. Something, however, seemed to be bothering him:

“But what about your drink?”

“You can buy me one later, at the next place we stop. It’ll take him a few minutes to get a real security force back here.” You kissed him slowly, slipping your hand under his shirt to scrape your fingernails up his bare chest. “You’ve got until then to make me forget that lounging at the pool was the worst idea I’ve ever had.”

Peter, being Peter, was more than happy to oblige. You couldn’t even work up a real tantrum as you and the rest of the team sailed away in the cheapest shuttle you could find. Apparently rest and relaxation was easier to come by doing your job than it was taking a break from that job.

Your only regret was that, in the end, you never did get that peach Bellini slush.

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