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automaticllamacycle · 4 months

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May Jesus forgive me for what I’m about to say.

Making matty jealous at an industry party until he spanks you and fucks you so hard afterwards

I am going to be combining this ask with this one that I got because they will fit will together hehe : literally matty just fucking you RELENTLESSLY like that man is not stopping until your actually crying like tears are flowing down your face

Disclaimers: reader is quite drunk during the sex, but I'm acting like this is in the dom/sub au I (kinda) have going on so they are in a very committed relationship and have discussed situations like this before! Anyways now onto the horny thoughts (even though im writing this more like a traditional fic)

this ended up being like 1.5k words. It is now 2am so it is NOT proof read, like not even a once over I am SLEEPY

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industry parties are the worst. You despise them. Its all the same every time. You would show up with Matty, have a few drinks of alcohol, and hang by Matty's side while he talked with people from the label. It got old really fast in all honesty.

Tonight you just wanted his attention more than anything, and you are determined to have it by the end of the night. You arrive to the party on his arm and the same old pattern begins as he's dragged away by Jamie to go talk to someone. Without Matty at your side, you excuse yourself to the open bar. One drink turns into two, which turns into three before you even realize it.

You planned this out beforehand. You thought to yourself, maybe if you got a bit drunk and needy, you could convince Matty to take you home early. After drink number three you walk over to Matty, and lean to whisper in his ear. "Baby, can we go home? I'm tired of this."

Matty can tell you're a bit tipsy from your mumbled speech. "Sweetheart, this stuff is important I can't just leave because you want to leave."

"But Matty-" you start, putting on pleading doe eyes. He cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.

"I said no. Now, go on, it shouldn't be too much longer, anyway. You can be patient."

So, you found yourself back at the bar, with another drink. You've had too much, but you don't really care. Too pissed at Matty to really give a shit.

After another hour passes you stumble back over to Matty. The liquid courage must be working because you don't even care about the fact he's talking to people. You nearly crash into his side when you reach him. "Matty! Can we go now?" He shoots you a glare instantly before turning back towards the two men he was speaking with.

"Sorry guys, this is my girlfriend Y/N. Please, continue on with what you were saying!" Matty's hand is around your waist in a bruising grip. His lips quickly come up to your ear to speak in a dark tone. "Behave."

You do behave... for a total of five minutes, then you get needy again. You start small, leaning into his side and placing your arm on his chest. The alcohol dulls your rational thinking enough that you have no shame in your next actions, reaching up to kiss him on the neck. Matty laughs off the kiss, not so much as turning his gaze to you, continuing to listen to the men speaking to him. His grip on your waist tightens. He's starting to get mad.

You don't stop. Your hand paws at his chest while you balance on your tip toes to whisper in his ear. "Please, sir. I need you-"

Matty steps away fast, not letting you connect your lips to his neck again. "Haha- sorry lads I think it's time I take her back home. Jamie is right over there and would be happy to answer any other questions you two might have." And with that Matty's hand firmly grips your wrist and pulls your behind him, out the door, and to his car.

Once your on the road, he finally speaks after giving you the silent treatment. "What the fuck was that? Were you trying to embarrass me? You know it's important that I talk to people like that at these things."

"I'm sorry- I just wanted your attention."

"And you thought the best way to do that was to beg me to fuck you in front of those guys?"

"I whispered it!"

"Whispered? You call that a whisper? I'm almost certain they heard you. How much have you had to drink tonight."

"Uhm... I lost count."

"No shit."

The rest of the car ride was filled with silence. When you arrive at his place, he doesn't even go around to open your car door, instead heading straight to the front door of his house. Once your both inside, he sits down on the couch. He's angry. Really fucking angry.

"Bend over my knee. Right now." You don't dare disobey him. That would only increase your punishment. You lean your body over his legs, giving him access to your ass. Matty flips up your dress to reveal your lace underwear that is already soaked through.

"I'm sorry sir- I- I promise I didn't mean to embarrass you. Just wanted you so bad." You flinch when his hand strikes your ass.

"Fucking slut. Just because you didn't mean to doesn't mean you avoid getting punished." You gasp as his hand comes down again, just as hard as the first strike. "Besides." His hand spanks you again. "You knew what you were doing when you decided to order all those drinks didn't you?" His hand hits you again, showing no mercy. "Needed some courage before you could be such a whore in public, huh?"

"Yes- yes sir- I knew what I was doing. I'm sorry." Matty's satisfied with your answer, but that doesn't stop the onslaught of his hands. You'll be bruised for at least a week. He wants you to remember this every time you sit down. He wants you to remember and learn from the punishment.

By the end of it, you're sobbing. The strikes were becoming too much, and you needed him to touch you. "Matty- p-please I- I need you, please."

"Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes, sir. I'll never do it again. I promise." you say through choked sobs. Without warning Matty carries you to the bedroom and throws you onto the bed before he starts taking off his clothes. He's hard through his boxers, which are soaked with precum. You follow suit and take off your dress, wincing as you take the lace of your underwear off of your ass.

Matty's on top of you the next second, his cock at the entrance of where you need him most. "You know, I shouldn't even give you my cock. Only good girls deserved to get fucked."

"No! no no no! Please. I need you, I need you so bad." Tears flow down your cheeks.

Matty enters you suddenly, filling you to the hilt. He gives you no time to adjust to his size as he begins pounding into you. "Fine. I'll give you my cock." He groans out. "But I'm going at my fucking pace and you're going to take it."

His hips move rapidly, thrusting into you hard. All you can do is wrap your legs around his waist and dig your nails into his back. The moans that leave your mouth are desperate. Your cries fill the room, along with the sounds of skin meeting skin. Matty's pace is near animalistic.

Matty flips your over so you're on your stomach. You don't have the strength to hold yourself up, completely pliant on the bed. "Poor thing can't hold herself up? Thought you wanted me to fuck you?" he groans, continuing his fierce pace. The new position allows him to go even deeper into your cunt. It's all becoming too much.

"Matty-" you cry. "It's too much- I can't"

"Take it. Be my good girl and take my cock. You were fucking made for me." One of his arms wraps around your waist, pulling your up so your back is up against his chest. He uses his other hand to hold onto the headboard of the bed, steadying himself so he can thrust into you even faster.

"Matty- shit I can feel you in my stomach- fuck-" At your words, his hand shifts lower on your waist, pressing over where his cock bulges in your stomach.

"Yeah? You feel that?" He presses down harder, making a whine leave your throat. "Only I can do this to you. Your cunt is made for my cock." You moan out in agreement, drawing closer and closer to orgasm, and Matty is getting close too. "You gonna come for me? Gonna milk my cock?"

"Yes- yes sir- please."

"Go on then come for me." When he speeds up the pace of his hips, you're a goner, falling into the waves of an orgasm. The pleasure overwhelms you, pulsing through your veins. You cry out his name over and over again as he fucks you though it.

Matty is not far behind. It only takes a few more thrusts before he cums inside of you, filling you up deep inside. As soon as he's finished, he practically collapses on top of you. He takes the time to trail kisses on the back of your neck as you catch your breath and come back down to earth.

"You did good for me, baby. Did you learn your lesson?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's my girl. Let me take care of you now."

#matty healy smut #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfic #matty healy #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 smut #i am now going to bed i am so tired #part of me fears this is shit #thats what happens when i start writing at 12:30am #pancake anon youre next dw it should be out by sunday

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 1 year

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Just Let Me Adore You Pt. 5

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: none actually

Genre: kinda comedy, kinda fluff

Summary: You’ve been dating your boyfriend, Bruce, for 3 absolutely blissful years. He’s a scientist and professor who is as smart as he is kind and if anyone asked, you were sure you’d spend the rest of your life with him. That is until two mysteriously charming men that Bruce swears are dangerous take an interest in you that threatens to turn your entire life upside down. I mean… what exactly are you supposed to do with two gorgeous men telling you something that suggests that basically everything you think you know is a lie? And why does part of you have enough doubt to wonder if they might be telling the truth?

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You toss some clothes from your closet onto your bed where Wanda is sitting. She's spending the afternoon with you at the apartment. You were supposed to go out to lunch but you both decided you weren't feeling the restaurant you were planning to go to so instead you ordered pizza and changed your day out to a day in.

"Okay, pick something." You tell her.

"Wait you upcycled all of these?"

"Well no not yet, I mean a couple of them I've started to upcycle but I haven't finished. This is a pile of clothes I bought specifically to upcycle. I can't decide on my next project so I'm letting you pick. I'll start it later but I don't wanna forget to ask you before you leave."

"Can I have the finished product of whatever you end up doing with it?" She asks.

"Yeah sure, I really just like to make the things. I can make sure it's something you would wear if you want it though." You shrug.

"Okay! Let me look through the options then." Wanda says sifting through the pile.

"Take your time. In the meantime- girl we need to discuss some shit." You say.

"Uh oh. What are we discussing?" She laughs.

"So you know how I told you Steve and Bucky are werewolves and that they seem convinced that I am one as well?" You ask. It's been a few days since your last conversation with Bruce about Steve and Bucky and even though you're pretty sure you've managed to calm him down about the situation you honestly haven't been able to let the whole thing go. On one hand you have no reason to trust Bucky and Steve but on the other you're having trouble rationalizing the idea that they're straight up lying to you about who you are.

"Yes, I recall. We decided you weren't going to look into that though because you didn't think it made sense. Right? What's the deal? Have you changed your mind on the validity of their theory? Did something new happen?"

"I didn't ask you before because I was busy spiraling but do you think it's possible? That I could be a werewolf?" You ask instead of answering her question directly,

"I think- it would be irresponsible to dismiss the possibility without any real consideration." She shrugs.

"That is not what I asked you. I asked if you think I could be a werewolf."

"I think it's a not so unreasonable conclusion based on some of the things I know about you."

"Wait hang on, all these years we've been friends, you've suspected I was a werewolf this whole time and never thought to bring it up? Why?"

"Okay first of all; not the whole time it's just over the years I've noticed that some of your behaviors align with what I know of lycanthropy but it was only a hunch and while there are spells that can verify that sort of thing but I would never do that to you without your consent. Plus I don't think you've been lying to me about being human so at best you were a werewolf that didn't know it and I didn't want to cause you an identity crisis over a barely supported suspicion."

"So you think I'm a werewolf? I cannot believe you convinced me Steve and Bucky were delusional when you have the same prognosis!"

"I wasn't trying to convince you they were delusion at all! All I did was explain how their personal stake in this, as in their suspected feelings for you, could affect the credibility of whatever they say to you! You weren't looking for a reason to believe them, you were looking for a reason to believe Bruce, so I gave you one. I think if you're seriously considering what they said as true at all you should just call your mom. Worst case scenario she has no idea what you're talking about and assumes you've lost your mind. Or she'll tell you that you are a werewolf. Either way you've got a definitive answer and that's much better than whatever this is." Wanda shrugs.

"Okay, well, there is- another piece of information at play here that I initially left out for safety reasons but I think at this point you should probably know it now." You say.

"Is it no longer a safety concern?"

"Uhhh I mean, maybe. Like there's nothing making it safer now than it was before but I don't even know if it's actually unsafe in the first place."

"Y/n are you in danger? Because if anything happens to you I will have heads on pikes. You know this. What is going on?"

"I love that you are as fiercely protective as you are but I'm gonna ask you to dial it back because I think you would be legally classified as a serial killer if you tried to put the heads of everyone potentially involved on pikes." You say.

"First of all, the cops couldn't catch me if they tried so that is not a deterrent. Secondly, who is potentially involved?! Stop speaking in circles and please get to the point."

"Bruce thinks that Steve and Bucky are the heads of a werewolf mafia." You rush out.

"A what?" Wanda blinks at you with disbelief clear on her face.

"Girl, I thought the same thing. So once upon a time, Bruce worked for some scientists that studied a local community of werewolves only to learn that New York has a wolf crime syndicate and Steve and Bucky are possibly at the top."

"Possibly?" She frowns.

"Yeah because of course he never figured out who was in charge of any of this he's just speculating that it's Steve and Bucky because of... honestly very little information actually, so little that it seems silly but that kid Peter from my job, he has some friends that are definitively involved in it apparently."

"Somehow as you're explaining this I am just getting more and more confused."

"Yeah well I've been following it for quite a while at this point and I still barely understand it half the time. Let's see, Peter has some friends who've come to the bookstore a few times. One of those times, Bruce showed up and he recognized them I guess, and realized they were part of the werewolf mafia scene. That's when he informed me that he was a research assistant for a team that made enemies of this particular group of werewolves, because of course, they did, now Steve and Bucky being the leaders is more so a hunch of his, we have no proof of that besides the fact that they are werewolves and the leaders supposedly have the initials S and B. Also, he thinks the flirting with me and claiming I'm a werewolf and that claiming that he has known that information is all like psychological warfare I guess, against him."

"Wait so he thinks Steve and Bucky courting you essentially is an attempt to get back at him?"

"He thinks they'll hurt me to get to him. Yes."

"Wouldn't they have done something by now if that was their plan?" She frowns.

"That's exactly what I said to Bruce! Especially because they didn't even know who he was until the second time we ran into them together, which was the third time I met them. He thinks they've just been lying to lure me into a false sense of security before they attack or whatever but my whole thing is like why would they need to do all of that if they're these super powerful crime guys anyway?" You huff.

"So he thinks because of some research project he was an assistant for not even leading anything, which I'm assuming also happened before you met, that Steve and Bucky are plotting against him, and trying to use you for their revenge?" Wanda asks.

"Yeah pretty much. I think you got it." You nod.

"Why didn't you mention any of this before now? Your life has basically become a telenovela. This is not the kind of tea you just hold onto!"

"I didn't tell you because I barely believe it myself. There really isn't any proof to support most of this craziness. I'm taking Bruce at his word because he's my boyfriend and I trust him but Steve and Bucky being werewolf crime bosses attempting to use me to get at him all feels absurd. The only thing supporting any of his claims is that Steve and Bucky told me that they were werewolves but that doesn't mean they're some crazy crime lords I just- I can't imagine Bruce would make all of this up. I don't want to." You sigh. Wanda grabs your phone from your desk and holds it out to you.

"Call your mother. Now. Get an answer to the werewolf question and then we can tackle the possibility of all the other shit. Confront Bruce if you have to or if not deal with the chance that you're on the wolf mob's hit list." She says.

"Actually no because how did my life get so damn complicated? Like hearing you say it like that? I literally work at a bookstore, how am I potentially dealing with a werewolf mafia?"

"We can worry about how we got to this point later, right now we call mom, and ask the burning question that could change everything."

"Okay just because my life sounds like a telenovela doesn't mean you need to narrate it like one." You roll your eyes.

"Hey if you're living in chaos make the best of it. Now, let's call mom." Wanda shrugs.

"You just want confirmation for your own theory." You chuckle grabbing your phone from her.

"I want this crisis to stop, or at the very least I want us to progress to the next stage and we can't do that without an answer to this question at this point. You can only do so much with speculation and I think we have exhausted the usefulness of speculating in this situation. I mean I am curious if I was right at all that's true but it's like only a bonus of you calling your mother and getting some answers. You need answers y/n." She says and you roll your eyes as you dial your mother's number. Each ring makes you more nervous as you grapple with the fact that you're maybe about to find out something life altering.

"Hello?" Her voice comes through the phone and you're equally relieved and stressed.

"Mom! Hi! How are you?"

"Y/n! I'm good sweetie, so nice to hear from you. Everything alright?" She asks. She can probably hear in your voice that something's weighing on you. That's just how she is sometimes.

"Well, I actually have a question for you. It's kind of a strange one honestly." You say.

"No such thing, you know you can always ask me anything." She says. You take a deep breath before you let the words fall from your mouth.

"Am I a werewolf?"

"I'm sorry?" She asks with an awkward chuckle.

"Am I a werewolf?" You ask again, slower this time.

"Oh shit, did you turn?"

"Did I turn?! Is that your way of confirming that I am actually a werewolf?!" Your eyes widen.

"Honey-"

"Momma I need you to answer my question with a yes or a no, am I a werewolf or aren't I?" You ask. The words hang in the air for a moment before she sighs.

"You are." She says.

"Holy. Shit." You say before you can stop yourself, and when you look at Wanda you can tell by the look on her face that she knows exactly what you just heard.

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Part 5/???

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milfgyuu · 1 year

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The Yo-Nut Slasher Pairing: Wen Junhui x Fem!Reader Tags: 2.3k, Humor, Spooky Stuff Prompt: “Would you stop stuffing your face with candy for one moment and listen?” Requested Anonymously Summary: Ur favorite Yo-Nut employees are back for a Halloween special. (From the ‘What’s My Age Again?’ AU)

Warnings: Language.

Halloween is always a busy night for the Yo-Nuts staff, including the late shift because what’s better than going home and digging into all that candy?

Apparently going out for frozen yogurt and donuts at one o’clock in the morning.

That’s what.

You and Jun whirl around each other behind the counter serving costumed vampires, werewolves, zombies, cheerleaders, celebrities, slasher villains, and tv show characters galore.

Seriously, you’ve seen like twelve Eddie Munsons from Stranger things in the past hour alone.

The toppings are running slim and there is only one bin of gummy bears left but thankfully closing time quickly approaches and people start filtering out around two thirty in the morning. You attempt to clean as you go but you’re shot from how busy it’s been. Jun is much the same as he half-heartedly cleans the counter, knocking sprinkles onto the floor he’ll have to sweep up later.

He’s still holding strong to that promise of cleaning the floors and bathrooms for all eternity.

“That’s it,” Jun sighs in relief, locking the doors and turning off all the neons in the windows. He flips the ‘Closed’ sign a little hastier than usual. “Hell night is over.”

You snort, turning down the lights. “It’s almost three am. The witching hour hasn’t even begun.”

Jun finishes cleaning the last of the tables and see’s you carefully closing out the computer system, pulling the cash drawer to take back to the office to count.

He can’t resist the urge - you’re just so vulnerable and unsuspecting. He sneaks up behind you and presses his fingers into your ribs, delighting in the terrified squawk you let out.

He’s lucky not a single penny spills from the drawer in your hands.

“If you tell anyone about the sound I just made, I’ll kill you,” you growl before turning around and glaring up at him, “And then I’ll dump your ass and you can be a lonely single loser for all of eternity.”

Jun grins. “You’re so hot when you threaten me.”

Damn him and his ability to make you laugh.

You retreat to the office and Jun cleans the floors and bathrooms - though it might be a little half-assed and a problem for day shift. The only thing left to do is shut down the serving station but he glances at it and instead decides to check on you and make sure you weren’t trying to bash in the poor old printer as he’d caught you attempting a few weeks back.

Printing the evening financials was decidedly the worst part of your job.

Thankfully, by the time he arrives, you’re already neatly stacking reports and stapling them together. The machinery still fully intact. Jun knows he’s not allowed to be all lovey dovey with you at work because you hate the PDA but no one is around so he leans over you to kiss the top of your head, smiling when he hears your soft hum of approval.

Something catches his eye in the large monitor that displays the footage from the security cameras and at first, he writes it off as his imagination but another flicker of motion has his brows furrowed as he leans over you. You complain about being smooshed beneath his frame but he clicks on one of the outside cameras, centering the footage and making it larger.

“Someone is hanging around by the dumpsters.”

You huff. “Yeah, probably a fat raccoon.”

“No, I’m serious.” His tone is far more firm than usual and you take a look at the screen. “That’s a person. They’re just…pacing back and forth.”

There’s a lump in your throat and you struggle to swallow it down.

“Maybe they’re drunk,” you hurry to rationalize why there would be a large, dark figure lurking behind your building, “There’s tons of Halloween parties and pub crawls going on.”

Jun grimaces, “...I don’t like it.”

You lay your hand over his and look up at him. “I’ll write a note for day shift and we can just leave the trash inside by the back door. My car is close to the front doors so let’s just finish what we need and go, okay?”

Jun glances back at the camera where the figure continues to pace back and forth, no sign of deviation from it’s short, repetitive path. “Yeah, okay. Let’s get out of here.”

Even though you know you’re safe inside you don’t let go of Jun’s hand as you walk around ensuring everything is indeed locked up. Jun hits the lights as you go, blanketing everything in darkness until only a few service lights and the moonlight shining through the dining room windows illuminate your steps.

You make it just around the corner and behind the counter when Jun suddenly wraps his around around you from behind, one hand over your mouth, and he drops you both to the ground behind the serving station. Your eyes are wide in panic and Jun hushes you softly, his lips close to your ear.

“Don’t scream! Please don’t scream,” he repeats until you release the death grip on his wrist and try to slow your breathing. “Someone is outside trying to look into the windows.”

“M-maybe it’s just some idiot who doesn’t realize we’re closed.”

There’s a horrific sound that hits your ears and you both cringe. The sound of something sharp scratching glass.

You jolt in fear and accidentally knock Jun’s head against a metal cabinet. He groans but you quickly scramble out of his lap and plaster yourself next to him, curling your knees tight to your chest. You smack his thigh, telling him to do the same thing because his long legs stick out so far his shoes would be visible to whoever the hell is outside. He tucks them in and rubs the back of his head, instinctively ducking as there is a taunting knocking sound.

“This is not fucking happening,” you mutter to your self, “We’re not getting murdered in Yo-Nuts.”

Jun snorts and you cut him a glare. “What?” he whispers, “The headline would be a little bit funny.”

“I’m. Not. Laughing.”

He shuts right up and the silence is followed by tapping but it’s sharp, almost metallic. It makes your teeth hurt. Jun looks over at you trembling in fear and he tries to make you feel better.

“What if it’s like the hash-slinging slasher?” he attempts, “Right? Because he was actually just some guy with a spatula who wanted to apply for a job and he wasn’t scary at all!”

Your nails dig into your knees to keep from losing it and you look over at him, tilt your head, and grit your teeth. Jun shrinks.

“Except that was a SpongeBob episode and this is real life!” you hiss, “And we don’t fucking use spatulas here!”

So, that didn’t work.

“Oh my god,” you squeeze the bridge of your nose, “Ok. We just need to think.”

The tapping is drowned out by a loud crunching sound and when you peer over at Jun, he’s managed to somehow reach back behind and above your heads to grab a mixed handful of crushed peanuts and chocolate chips out of the serving bins. He shovels it into his mouth and you shake your head at him.

“Ok, alright, we need to call the cops,” you mumble to yourself patting down both your apron and pants pockets, “Shit, where is my phone?”

More crunching but slightly varied. Likely another topping option.

Around a mouthful, Jun asks, “Did you leave it in the office?”

Yes. Yes, you did. It had almost fallen out of your pocket so you set it on the desk and then you got distracted by the creeper outside and you just wanting to get the hell out of here.

You hold out a hand toward your boyfriend and then close your fist around four multi colored sour gummy worms. With a hushed groan, you whip your head toward him, vision catching on the pink gummy worm hanging out the corner of his mouth.

His eyes widen curiously as you aggressively throw them away, the faint sound of them splattering somewhere in the kitchen again forgotten when the knocking and scratching picks up again. “Would you stop stuffing your face with candy for one moment and listen?!”

Jun gawks at you incredulously. “Babe! You know I eat when I’m nervous!”

You will every ounce of patience into your body. You love him. You really do. You don’t want to sacrifice him to the shadow man outside. Even though you could probably out run him. Or trip him. He’s got weaker ankles.

Ugh. Who are you kidding? You’d miss him too much.

Calmly and evenly, you try again, holding out your hand. “Jun, I need your phone.”

“I don’t have it.”

“What do you mean you don’t have it? You always have it!”

He smiles awkwardly. “I left it at home because we were gonna be together all day anyways so I thought I uh…wouldn’t need it.”

You narrow your eyes and then gasp. “Oh my god! You’re downloading that stupid upgrade for your league game, aren’t you?!”

Jun sighs. “Well…yeah, but only because it takes like six hours and again,” he emphasizes with his brows and a wave of his hand over your body, “Love of my life. Right here. By my side. All day. Who else do I need to call?”

“I don’t know…maybe the police?! In case of an emergency! Like this!”

Jun nods. ”Right…yeah. Lesson learned there.”

You realize you need to get back to the office for the business phone but even if you crawl all the way there, you’d be visible for a brief portion of it. Tears spring to your eyes in both frustration and fear. You bury your face in your hands and Jun loops his arm around your shoulders. “Hey,” he says softly, “We’re going to be okay. I promise.”

You lean into his embrace. All the frustration and anger peeling away to the reveal the very raw terror beneath. “I’m sorry for being so mean, Junhui,” you sniffle, pressing harder against his chest, “I’m so fucking scared right now.”

“I know,” he wraps his arms tighter, “I know. Me too.”

“I love you.”

“Now you’re scaring me.”

A little reluctantly amused nose exhale is all he gets in response.

With Jun’s encouragement and warm touch that never wavers, he convinces you to make a run to the back office where the phone is located, and he locks the door from the inside. You make a frantic call out to emergency services and are forced to sit tight wait for them to arrive - both too nervous to do much more than share the single desk chair and huddle together anyway.

The cops find nothing aside from some scratches near the doors but the entire property was clear by the time you emerge from the building. Jun triple checks the alarm and quadruples his efforts on the locks. They determine it was probably just some kids playing a prank or like you had originally assumed, a drunkard out of his mind but probably harmless.

It isn’t until a week later, lazing about in Jun’s bed as you flicked through channels late at night that you got an actual answer to who was outside that night.

Your boss believed your story and hadn’t batted an eye about closing the shop early for the next two weeks - giving you and Jun much needed time off. It was spent much like this, in the apartment with you sitting up against the pillows and Jun laying on his stomach between your legs, long arms wrapped around your waist as he sleeps with his head on your thigh or stomach. You didn’t much care to sleep alone and Jun didn’t argue when you unofficially moved in for the time being.

The reporter’s voice on the news channel catches your attention.

“After multiple reports of local night shift workers being terrorized by an unknown ‘Shadow Man’ police have finally brought charges against a suspect they caught lurking near a downtown pub.”

“Babe,” you pat Jun’s bare back repeatedly, “Wake up and look at the tv!”

He lifts his heads and smacks his lips. There’s probably drool on you where his mouth has been but you ignore it. Jun turns his head at an awkward angle and blinks. “No dummy just roll over!”

He musters the energy and then very ungracefully rolls onto his back to rest his head and shoulders against your front. You wrap your arms around him and rub his chest, coaxing him back to the land of the living. “They caught the guy!”

Jun hums. “What guy?”

“Shh!”

‘....surveillance paid off when officers caught the thirty-seven year old convicted felon pacing in the alley way behind the pub’s back door the staff typically uses to take trash to the dumpsters. He’s been taken into custody though the full extent of charges being brought against him are still unknown.’

Jun’s heartbeat thuds hard & fast beneath your palm.

‘All reports mention taunting scratching, tapping, and knocking against glass and exterior doors and four of the six businesses were able to provide security footage showing an identical shadowy figure pacing in the same pattern near the rear exits and dumpsters. Although his motive is currently unknown, all reports came from vulnerable night shift employees who experienced this horror just minutes…’

Jun slips the remote from your fingers and switches something else on. Something more upbeat.

“Are you sure you don’t want to look for a new job?”

You blink at him. “You want to leave Yo-Nuts?”

Jun snickers. He’ll never be over the company name. It’s the reason he applied.

“No,” he sighs, looking up at you as he shakes his head, “Not really. It’s easy and they overpay us. Plus...we get to work together.”

You smile, tipping your chin down to kiss his forehead.

“I don’t want to leave either.”

Jun shrugs, settling into his new comfy position and he holds your hands. “Then it’s settled. We’re staying. Take that, you Hash-Slinging Slasher wannabe.”

“Yeah…that guy definitely wasn’t applying for a job.”

Thanks for reading!

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frau-kali · 6 months

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Trick or treat!

Treat! I am so sorry this is late, anon, but I am hope this sneak peak of sort of Halloween inspired Silverflint fic I didn't finish in time for Halloween lmao. This is set between S3 and 4, their happiest time.

I tried to do some actual historical research for this, but I couldn't find any good weaknesses for vampires I could use so I just rolled with crucifixes, even though I don't think that was a thing until Dracula.

But anyhow, hopefully I'll finish this soon. Sorry for any typos. Hope ya all enjoy!

"Mr Davis scrambled from the hold, utterly terrified, and out onto the deck. There, hanging from the mast, were the leaders of the mutiny. There came another loud bang--" Silver stomped down with his good leg, rather pleased at how half the men around him jumped. He caught sight of Flint, smirking at him from the quarterdeck, leaning over the rail. The rest of the men all stood or sat assembled around the chair and table where their quartermaster regaled them with his second ghost story of the night.

"Lightning filled the sky, and that was when Davis noticed it - written in blood on the sails were the words," he raised his voice a little to accentuate the message, his tone dark: "Death to Mutineers and Traitors!

"Mr Davis didn't dare tempt fate after that, not that he'd seen the power of whatever supernatural thing had taken hold of his ship. He was sure it was Captain Creedy's ghost, returning to take out his wrath on the crew who'd robbed him of his chance to see his sick wife in their greed. So, he ran for the nearest launch and, packing what rations he could, he set fire to the ship, and got away as fast as possible aboard his launch. He told me he drifted for two days before he was picked up by another merchant. And he was also certain that Captain Creedy's ghost continues to haunt the sea to this day, searching for his vengeance, and intent on killing all mutineers he finds."

Silver leans back in his chair now, his eyes meeting Flint's again, and now he caught the captain's frown there.

"Now, is this story even true or was Mr Davis just some miserable fuck who'd been paid a little extra coin by the merchant captain to keep the rest of us too scared to stand up to him? I think that's a more likely explanation, if I'm being honest."

He downed the rest of the rum on the table beside him. "Well, I think that's enough for now. I hope none of you idiots will be having nightmares tonight. And if you do, I suppose it's a good thing I'm not peddling gossip anymore." That got the laugh he desired, so he heaved himself up and made for the quarterdeck. The crew parted for him, wandering away to either make for their berths or return to whatever duties were required of them. They should reach Maroon island by the morning, so the men were all quite eager to be off the ship.

Flint's lips were still turned downward when Silver moved up to stand beside him. "If you're going to start complaining, I'd much rather hear it now," he said, though he cannot quite keep the playfulness from his tone.

"I was wondering how you intended to deal with having a ship full of men who are out of their minds with fear of Captain Creedy's ghost," Flint's tone was also playful, though John could tell he was also being serious.

"Have you ever considered having just a little more faith in them? And I did try to tell them it wasn't true."

All at once, one of the men--Mr Morrisey, Silver recognized him as a new recruit--came scrambling over nervously.

"Mr Silver, sir, sorry, but uh. Me and some o' the lads was wondering about ways we might ward off the ghost tonight, should he come calling."

Silver caught Flint's knowing smirk from over Morrisey's shoulder. Smug bastard.

He hesitated, just long enough for Flint to step up. "A wooden crucifix, affixed above your hammocks, should be good enough," the captain said.

Morrisey cast a surprised look at Flint, then met his quartermaster's gaze. Silver gave him a nod. "And try not to spread your worry around about this to the men," he added, "the captain's suggestion should keep any supernatural entities at bay, so no need to worry the others about it."

"Aye," Morrisey nodded, turning the walking away, his step more sure now.

Silver turned to look at Flint, who gave him a little smile now. "You were saying?"

Silver neatly side-stepped the question with, instead asking: "Crucifixes, captain? I thought those were meant to ward off vampires."

"It reassured him, didn't it?" Flint turned and began to walk toward his cabin, glancing back, clearly making sure Silver was following.

John fell into step beside him, able to move a little better on his iron leg because he'd been sitting for the past couple of hours. And because Flint and Madi both mother henned over him so much now he was forced to take care of himself, lest he incur either of their wrath.

"You seemed to enjoy the story," Silver said, following Flint into his cabin--their cabin? Perhaps it was now. "I saw that look on your face."

Flint glanced back at him, and Silver thought maybe he could spot the flush that crept from his cheeks down his neck.

And ah, so that's how it would be. A thrill went through him at the thought, and pushed the door closed behind him, bolting it seconds before Flint shoved him right back against the wooden surface, kissing him hard.

#black sails #silverflint #my fic #trick or treat #asks

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terrania · 8 months

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insomnia hour zero point five: wait why am i not sleeping. why dont i even feel tired what the fuck. cmon ive got social obligations in the morning insomnia hour one: oh my god i hate everything fuck this fuck all of this let me sleep fuck fuck insomnia hour one point five: reality is fundamentally hostile and i am what it leaves in its wake. i want to be awake and i want to be asleep. neither will be a healthy pursuit, you know that? still, I find myself without impetus to get up. insomnia hour two: im conscious im unconscious im conscious im unconscious. not unconscious as in passed out just like... moments where im perceiving the world and moments where i am. not. thats probably where i *should* b able to sleep and fucking yet insomnia hour two point five: fuck everything im staying awake out of willpower now. fuck the night and fuck the day im not even gonna try to sleep. im literally going to play computer games or write or whatever i dont care insomia hour three: wait hang on a second. im normal now. idk why but i can do things now. like not terribly, i dont feel tired again? im feeling less.... rational holding onto this feeling, but it's not unwelcome insomnia hour three point five: heh this staying up at night shit is easy. im getting so good at my computer activities and its only getting easier and easier. im flawless basically insomnia hour four: reality is a set of intricately placed barriers, keys, and locks. a lesser woman could never find the right combination of movements, but with the right give, you can bend the very fabric of being. i am a perfectly tuned machine. insomnia hour four point five: this is great but its not gonna last. my sanitys kinda returning to me, its like im riding a high out weirdly. i'm slaying pussy but somethings coming and im pretty sure that something's the consequences of my actions insomnia hour five: oh god. oh god. oh god. oh god. the dawn will come. i can feel it. i can feel my movements growing more erratic, less purposeful. my trance is ending. fuck, i'm stumbling, im falling, oh god, oh god insomina hour five point five: the dawn is coming in earnest now. birds awaken across the dew-soaked neighborhood, heralding the day as I, something trapped in the night, stand beside them. the world around me is all either dormant and awakening or the trash it discards. I am not meant to be here. I am primed to be discarded. what a beautiful symphony the birds weave with the crickets. neither will take me. insomnia hour six: oh god and as the sun shines upon me it shines deep into every mistake I made to make it here from the terrible decision that lead me to this (didnt take melatonin) to the horrible choice of meeting it. i am nothing and i am not ready for this world. the worst is yet to come though it turns out i also have to experience *this* day's events, as well as the last, and the night's, with no break, while still being nothing and nothing and nothing at all. this is truly the deepest horror, that life continues after the decent, that no line of locks and keys can stop the sun. i am about to pass out

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netsumu · 10 months

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grief.

if you find the talk about grief as something repetitive, i hope you can take a second out of that thought to think about those experiencing it.

and just like everyone else, i used to think the same way. i always thought you would never leave, i never had that fear in me like our relatives because i truly believed you were strong enough to shoulder the burden.

i failed to realize you were already sinking with it, finally accepting it as a part of you and even letting your body become home to it.

i was never afraid of death, forgetting the fact that the statement, that lack of fear only applied to my death and not to anyone else's.

but it happened, and there was nothing i could do about it. all i can do is cry, regret, deny, remember, and repeat.

cry.

you have made the strongest walls break. it was the first time in my life, i have saw my father pathetically joke in attempt to cure his heart. the heart that deep down knows that one day you will leave and it seems to be soon.

i have never seen your son wail so horribly, longing for you to hold him once more. it was a sight i never want to see.

and i never imagined myself to cry this bad. i thought that by a month, i will get stronger. but i was wrong, it has been over a month and all i learned was how to create a better facade.

i learned that you somewhat became a taboo conversation. i hate bringing you up because i know the dam we built will break once more. i wished i could be silent about it, but this was the first time i felt so lonely to the point where i want to be loud.

regret.

i'm sorry. i'm sorry that i have only noticed how dependent i have been to you after you passed. i'm sorry that the only time i brought you flowers was when you laid lifeless before me.

i wish you were still here. even whilst doing mundane activities, i still act as if you exist although quietly. i wonder what it would be like if you were still here during lazy sunday mornings. would you have woke me up or would you have cooked for me?

and then the guilt hits harder than a bullet. it comes swiftly like the wind into my hollow heart, and leaves a stain that i do not know how to erase.

but i don't think i ever want to erase the stain. i don't think i ever want to shoo away this feeling because this is all i have of you. this is all the love i couldn't express and all the love you deserved.

deny.

this is the worst part. the part i despise the most because it makes me feel so childish and immature. yes, this part lets me dream and hope and wish, but this part erases all rationality i have.

it feels like clinging onto a drug, an unhealthy addiction. it feels like shying away from medicine, so bitter and untasteful, even though i know it's good for me.

now i realized why this is the first stage of grief. because it traps you in the cycle, it's what keeps you going when you ruminate. and i hate how my heart (and brain) still thinks of you as a breathing human to this day. it's as if you're just on a long trip far away to cure this disease.

funny enough, i never once blamed this disease. i thought anger would spur but denial came instead, the one i least expected. perhaps because it was easier for me to create a happy life you exist compared to acknowledging the pain of your death and releasing it in the form of anger.

remember.

i hated myself for slowly forgetting. i forgot what your warmth felt like, what you sound like, and what you look like. it has become a distorted image, filled with splashes of paint (my attempt of trying to bring you back to life in my memory).

regardless, i am happy i still remembered what you made me feel. i remembered what you said and did. i hang on to that sliver of memory, perhaps too tight because i scramble panically when i slowly forget.

sleepless nights are a norm because i try so hard to remember when my days are so cramped i forget to mourn you. would you hate me if i forgot? would you hate me if i was happy?

and every once in a while, reality slaps me in the face, reminding me that you are no longer alive. in those times, i remember your last moments because i was there. i was there when your brothers prayed so hard and the room was silent. i was there when the doctors came and when the churches, too.

it felt like i was the only one that held the secret key. but it was now a burden, one that kept reminding me that you are 6 feet below me and no longer breathing, reminding me that you are dead.

repeat.

"life can only be lived once it tastes all the flavors of death"

that was a quote i made long ago, when you are still asleep on your bed and not in the casket. regardless of your existence physically, you will always leave an aftertaste in my mouth. i call it grief, but i know it has been love all along.

#grief

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pikachunas · 2 years

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My ex-girlfriend’s dad

I’m laying in bed staring at the shirt I wear to work and to funerals and I wouldn’t notice except it’s hanging open in a way that reminds me of how lazy I am not to button it before hanging it up. I don’t work a lot, so the most recent time I wore it was for a funeral for my ex-girlfriend's dad. I try to think of how many times I’ve said “I didn’t know him well, but he was always cool to me” in the last week, and I wonder why I feel like I have to say that to everyone who I spoke to about him, or going to his funeral. It’s true, though, he was always cool to me, in spite of the fact that I was feverishly trying to fuck his daughter on his couch for an entire year after he fell asleep. I remember his apartment on Leversee Ave better than I remember him, but I do remember how impressed he was when I brought home a pizza from my first pizza place job and gifted him whatever season of “The Shield” I was able to shoplift after he told me he liked it. It’s been over a decade since I’ve spoken to him, but sometimes I would see him drunk outside the barbecue place by my house and we would nod to each other. Last time I was there, I was with his daughter and a waitress we knew told us about how he had been there recently and was asked to leave because he and the people he was with were being rowdy. He didn’t die from drinking, like my dad, but he was probably drinking when he smashed his head on the pool bottom that led to the brain bleed that killed him, so in a weird way it feels like another bond she and I will always share.

I spent the days before the funeral trying to think of excuses not to go. I tried to convince myself that she might not go to a funeral for someone in my family, but I remembered she was one of the first people who messaged me after she found out my dad died, and she told me how disappointed she was that I didn’t tell her he was sick. I told her I didn’t tell any of my friends and she said “I thought we were closer than that” and I didn’t know what to say because I didn’t know if she was right or not. Maybe that’s the reason I still think of her as my ex-girlfriend instead of just one of my friends, or maybe it’s because sometimes when I tell her I’m not feeling well she’ll say something like “If you get too depressed, I’ll let you go down on me” and I’m never sure if she’s serious or if it’s just because I sell her Adderall. She messaged me every day while her dad was sick, and I couldn’t rationalize not being there for her, so I knew I had to go. Plus, my grandmother grew up with his mother so I wouldn’t have to go alone.

When we got there, her mom hugged me and said “I’m sorry I didn’t like you when you were in high school” and I said “You were right not to like me, I was a little dick” and she said “No you weren’t, you were a good kid, and you’re a good man” and I didn’t say anything. I just held onto her until she let me go and then I shuffled behind my grandmother into a different room with my ex-girlfriend and her dead dad and all his family, and I didn’t feel like a man. I thought of the night I met her mom before our first date and it was during the 2004 ALCS when the Red Sox erased a 3-game deficit to beat the Yankees and even though I was a Yankees fan I didn’t care because it was the best time of my life. Her mom was watching one of those games when she turned to me and jokingly asked “What are your intentions with my daughter?” and I wanted to jokingly say “I want to have sex so I can brag to my friends and your daughter is my best opportunity right now” but I wouldn’t have been joking. A woman was wailing at the casket while we were standing in line and I thought about how I didn’t belong there. Then I remembered what my grandmother told me when I was in grade school and had to go to a funeral for a friend’s grandmother who I had never met “You don’t go for the dead, you go for the survivors”. After I kneeled and pretended to pray for her dad, I hugged my ex-girlfriend and told her I loved her and that I would send her whatever food she wanted for as long as she needed because the only way I know how to console someone, or solve any problems, is by throwing money at them. She told me she loved me and grabbed my hand and for a second I was afraid as I was trying to walk away she wasn’t going to let me go and I would be stuck crying in front of a room full of people I hardly know.

I’m relieved that the tears on the sleeves of my shirt didn’t dry into little stains, so I won’t have to wash it before I wear it to work again. I remember feeling embarrassed that I cried in front of my grandmother on the walk back to the car, even though she didn’t say anything. I wonder if she thought I was sad that my ex-girlfriend’s dad died at 52, or if she thought maybe it reminded me of how my own dad died at 52 two years ago, or maybe she has just been to so many funerals and seen so many people die that she knows nothing can be said in those moments. I don’t know why I was crying, but I know on the ride home I thought about what her mom said to me, and how the month I met her was the best month of my life, and it set a standard that I don’t think I’ll ever meet again. When I got home, I took more xanax than I had ever taken before and thought of the quickest way to kill myself.

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hereismybadpoetry · 2 years

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Cloak

TW: eating disorder, depression, suicidal ideation

I wear my sadness like a cloak. I hide under its comfortable warmth. I cannot picture life without my cloak’s protection from the wind. Its weight on my shoulders is natural. Without it I feel bare. Without my sadness I feel afraid. It is easier to be sad than to change what I wear, what I do, what I think, and what I feel. The cloak is comfortable. Sadness is comfortable. Without my depression what am I?

What is comfortable? What is easy? The law of inertia states that an object in motion will stay in motion unless acted upon by a force. I am in motion already. To stop, to change direction, is unthinkable. What force would I need to change my velocity? I do not think I have the strength to create that force. I do not think I have the strength to take off my cloak and try and picture a future where I do not hide.

It is easy to be sick. It is easy to want to die. It is easy to be sad. It feels natural. It feels comfortable. That is the problem. I have convinced myself that nothing is wrong. I am so used to being sad all the time I do not remember what joy taste like. I am so used to the weight of my cloak of sadness that I cannot sleep without it. I am so used to being tired that I forgot that this is not how things are supposed to be. I am so used to feeling empty that I do not know what being full feels like. I am so used to wanting to die that I cannot remember how to live.

Recovery seems so straightforward. How do I explain that recovery is like pulling seeds out from your skin when it already healed over? My body is used to this. Being tired is just how I am now. I have adapted. I have adapted to an unhealthy situation. The seeds have begun to sprout under my skin and now pulling them out will require reopening my wounds. If I had removed the seeds before my skin healed over them, I would have saved myself from this pain. Instead, I convinced myself that the little sprouts next to my veins made me beautiful.

I have convinced myself that I am my prettiest when I am hungry. Being tired and weak is the price I must pay to be my best self. Rationing my meals is self-discipline. I am responsible and controlled. If the results are not all bad is anything wrong? Do I need to change? I feel that I am holding onto a rope above a chasm. I must use all my strength to keep myself from falling, but I am not truly safe until I have climbed to safety. It is easier to let go. What if I just let go? I hate hanging on, but I cannot get myself to climb or let go. Where do I go from here? Recovery is the only path forward where I live. Why is it so hard? Why did I let myself get so used to this cloak of emptiness? How did I get to this point?

I know the truth. I know that as my body withers away my grip slips a little more. I cannot put off my decision to live or die anymore. When I look in the mirror, I am still not sure what I will chose. I have made so many promises to live, but it is so hard. Where do I hang up my cloak when I am done with it? If I must keep holding my cloak, even when I am not wearing it, it will hold me back. How can I climb up if one arm must hold onto my discarded cloak? How do I let go of one thing and not the other? My depression isn’t a cloak, though, it is more like the chasm pulling me down. Even if I climb the extra weight may never leave. Will part of me always struggle to pull away from death? Will my life be an endless cycle of climbing up and slipping down? Is that living?

#eating disoder recovery #recovery #living with mental illness #living with depression

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xpeachesncream · 2 years

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intertwined | lowkey drabble

intertwined // drabble three

↘︎ ft. the lowkey!couple

summary: when a bad day leads to unnecessary attitude and assumptions that jungkook doesn’t know how to navigate. thus, the silent treatment.

words: 3.8k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, oc has a bad day and lets it out on kook :/ and he does kinda take it personal, he’s trying his best tho bcos he luvs his peanut, we all have those days where we just need to feel shit out and oc means no harm really, cuddles, making out, unprotected sex, missionary, sweet sweet love makin’

note: hello everyone! i hope you are all having a wonderful holiday season and staying safe out there. i just wanted to drop this drabble i was able to whip up quickly in time for the holidays. i’m not sure when i’ll be back to being super active, but i don’t think it’s far from now as i am slowly getting back to working on my fic projects. thank you all again for your love and support, i truly am grateful for every single one of you. sending you all my love for the holidays ♥️

It was a bad day from the start, even though you tried your hardest to persuade yourself that the little things didn't matter, that a bad day didn't define your entire life. But sometimes, you knew you just had to feel it out. You just had to process the fact that your day was rough, and that was okay. You needed to let out some steam, maybe sit in silence trying to gather yourself after the things you've experienced in one day.

That was all alright.

Well, it should be. Except the fact that everything around you didn't have to get spoiled because of a bad day. Your bad day shouldn't have been anyone else's— your bad day shouldn't have spoiled your dad's good day, your bad day shouldn't have spoiled Jungkook's good day.

Honestly, you don't even know why you're upset the way you are. Usually, these things wouldn't get to you so quickly. Usually, you're able to think rationally and pull yourself together. Usually, you can admit your wrongs and apologize, never throwing attitude or raising your voice unless the situation warranted that kind of response— never just out of the blue. It wasn't entirely your fault that your manager went off on you because apparently, you didn't order the supplies in time.. when in reality, you did. There was just a delay in shipment. It wasn't entirely your fault that the lady at the office yelled at you and called you names because her insurance didn't properly process her claim for her blood tests and procedures. You did your end of it properly, the rest of it didn't rest in your hands. You were hanging on a thread at this point. Then, it most certainly didn't help that your dad cancelled plans on you to hang out with his buddies last minute. It does hurt, truth be told, being that you've been trying to mend this relationship even though you've felt like every time you've taken one step forward, you'll take two steps back. It felt like a never-ending road.

You could have taken it and left the conversation on a good note, but you took the other route— throwing him some petty attitude, remarking that he didn't seem to care enough to fix this relationship like a good father would. Of course he'd hang out with his buddies, they were more important than his daughter. Of course he lost sight of that because of a cancelled father-daughter date. You had been looking forward to spending time with him, but of course, all the emotions already raging within you made you feel like you had been wanting it more than him. Maybe it was stupid.

You're frustrated, angry.

Annoyed.

Bothered.

Whatever it was though, a bad day shouldn't define your life. It should have never slipped through the cracks, presenting and disguising itself as the only definition of your life.

It was just one of them days.

"Fuck." You groaned, tossing your keys onto Jungkook's table, dropping your bag to the floor before throwing yourself onto his bed face down.

"H-Hold on, dude. Y/N just got here, let me— would you give me one fucking second!" Jungkook moves his mic away from his mouth, one part of his headset shoved away from his ear so he could hear you better. "Hi peanut. What's wrong?" His eyes are wide and doe-like through his clear frames as he continues to play his game, field of vision shifting from one corner of the tv to another while he furiously presses the buttons.

"Nothing." You mumbled.

"Sure doesn't sound like nothing."

"Just keep playing, Jungkook." You say with a little bit of sass before you fully turn to face his wall, your back now all he sees. He hears you let out a sigh, causing him to worry.

"Hey, start the round without me. I'll be right back." He scoffs. "Shut the heck up, Taehyung. The only reason why we're winning is because the team is carrying you and we're not letting you do shit. Yeah, yeah. Excuses." Jungkook shakes his head before sliding his headset off and tossing it aside. He sits on the edge of his bed, hand gently brushing the hair away from your face while you continue to stare at the wall. "Wanna tell me what's going on?"

"Didn't I just say to keep playing?" You don't mean to come at him with all this attitude, to be honest. Part of you couldn't really hear yourself right now, and he's a little taken aback at the sudden sourness. Although he knows you both have your days— this was different. You were completely blocking him out.

"Well, I'm not going to until I try and help you out first. The game isn't my priority."

"I never said I needed your help." He's pretty hurt, especially with the way you try and shrug his hand off of your shoulder when he's only trying to be here for you and comfort you.

"Please don't be like that." He deeply sighs.

"Like what?" Your tone is slightly more aggressive at this point, and you still haven't been able to keep your emotions in check. "I said it was nothing, Jungkook. Why don't you do what you do best and go back to playing your video games?" He almost flinches at the statement, watching as you move closer to the wall in the same, fetal position that you had been in. He knows it's nothing personal, he shouldn't take it personal.

But, damn. That hurt.

He was only trying to console you, bring you comfort, yet none of it was working and he felt like he was failing. That statement alone was enough to make it seem like he was a failure. Why wasn't he enough? He doesn't just 'play games,' he had more to him— you were always good at reminding him even on his lowest days. He wasn't sure how to navigate this. It's never been this hard to get through to you.

The more he thought about it, the more he took it personal. You being this upset was making him upset. Instead of trying to talk to him, you were pushing him away and he felt the need to do the same. If you really wanted to play like that, then fine.

So be it.

"Um, okay." He sighs and shifts over, giving you the space you had indirectly asked for. And that's probably the last word you two had spoken to each other in the past hour or so, with Jungkook responding to Taehyung thru the mic from time to time.

You weren't sure why you were getting more annoyed, more restless, either. You knew this wasn't the way to go about things, especially if Jungkook played no part in how your day went. But still— you can't even lie, you were waiting for that reassurance from him and it never came. The first mistake you made was shutting him out, but the next mistake you made was assuming he'd understand your silent treatment and sassiness from the get go.

"So, are we just going to do this?"

"Do what?" Jungkook responds, eyes still on the TV in front of him.

"Sit in silence."

"Not really what I had in mind but looks like we are." You felt your tears welling up. Why was he handling it this way? You were wrong, you knew you were. But, you were having trouble fessing up to it right now.

"Wow."

"You wanted your space Y/N, so I'm giving that to you. I tried comforting you, but you didn't want it. What else do you want me to do?" He glances over his shoulder with a furrowed forehead before looking back at the screen. He didn't even keep contact for 5 seconds.

Most importantly— why the hell was he addressing you by your formal name in that tone? What ever happened to 'peanut' or 'princess?' 'Pretty,' even?

To be quite frank, Jungkook doesn't even understand you right now. You told him to go play games, yet you were over here pouting about the silence. You didn't want him near earlier, but now you do? He can tell you're indirectly asking for his attention, but what is he supposed to do with this? He loved you, loved you a lot, but he didn't think it was right to cave into it. He always wanted to give you everything, always wanted to do everything for you. But, not this way. Not when he had tried but was rejected from the beginning of his efforts, from the moment you walked into his room.

"Whatever Jungkook." You curled into your position even more, tears already streaming down your cheeks.

"Okay." Is all he responds with. And that— that is enough to set you off and throw a dumb ultimatum his way.

"If we aren't gonna do anything then I'll just leave."

"You're having a bad day and I'm not entirely sure what you want from me." He says softly, still hurt by the way you're acting towards him.

"I don't know, maybe a hug? A kiss? Some cuddling? You flat out just gave up and continued doing what you were doing." You said harshly, getting up from his bed to grab your things. He pauses the game after a quick 'hold on' through the mic before turning to you.

"How am I supposed to know what exactly you need at this moment? I tried reaching out to you earlier and you didn't want it. I don't think it's fair for you to assume I should know everything, Y/N. You and I both know that's not how it should be." His face slightly drops. "W-why are you so mad at me? I didn't do anything."

"Right, you didn't." You grabbed your things, shoving your bag strap up your shoulder. "I'll just talk to you later." Jungkook freezes, even as he watches you grab the rest of your things and head out of his room. Of course he's sad that you left, of course he wants to do right by you.

But what would he even apologize for? He wasn't sure.

Relationships.

"Hey, is peanut okay?" Hoseok pops his head into his room and Jungkook shrugs.

"I dunno. She had a bad day or something."

"Why didn't you ask?"

"What makes you think I didn't try and ask?!" His voice almost hits a high pitch at this point, but he manages to pull himself together before he could lose it entirely.

"I don't know?! I was just checking!" Jungkook sighs and shakes his head.

"I think she just needs to cool off."

"Maybe. Whatever it is, I'm sure you two will be good." Hoseok taps the door frame before walking back towards the living room. Kook really hopes so, because right now he's at a loss. He's not sure if he should blow up your phone, drive over or let you cool off on your own. Which, you're in conflict with yourself because you knew you weren't right for all of that, you knew you were in the wrong. Yet, here you were— running off and hoping it'd get brushed under the rug. That wasn't you. You couldn't leave Jungkook like that.

Should you wait a day and let things marinate?

Should you go back in a couple of hours, regardless of how late in the evening it'll be?

Should you just go back now?

You let yourself get home and ponder on your thoughts for a minute, but the more you thought about it, the more uneasy you felt. Even if it seemed like a good idea to let things settle overnight, you couldn't get him off of your mind. You wanted to apologize for acting the way you did, you wanted to make things right. None of this was his fault.

"Ugh, Y/N." You say to yourself as you grab your things to leave. "Why did you do that?" You questioned yourself, all the guilt coming down on you after you've given yourself that moment to sit and think clearly. Maybe you shouldn't have gone straight to Jungkook's after you've taken L after L, then all of this could have been avoided. You felt terrible for having acted out of character, for having assumed Kook would have known everything from the get-go. On top of that, you easily expected him to cave and be the person to pick up the pieces even when he had nothing to do with why your day turned out the way it did.

Parking the same spot, you quickly grab your things from the passenger's seat and head back up to his apartment. Jimin is the one to open the door again and he gives you the same warm welcome he always does. You walk straight towards Jungkook's room, knocking and poking your head in to see him still playing his game with Tae on the other end of that mic.

"Hey." He turns to look at you and his face softens.

"Hey."

"Can we talk?" He nods before pausing the game and letting Taehyung know he was going to step away for a second. You shut his door behind you as he places the controller and headset on the floor.

"What's up?" He watches you take a seat next to him on the edge of the bed.

"I'm so sorry, Kook. I didn't mean anything I said. I just had a really bad day and let it out on you. You didn't deserve any of that." He does a tiny, toothless smile.

"It's alright."

"It's not." You hold onto his hand. "I shouldn't have expected you to know everything. None of this was your fault, and you did nothing wrong."

"Princess, all I ask is that you tell me what's going on." He gives your hand a gentle squeeze before removing his to brush the hair out of your face. "You know I'm always here for you. I always want to know how I can help you. How I can cheer you up and make your day better."

"Yeah, I know."

"Do you?" He looks at you, doe eyes staring straight into yours.

"I do."

"Then talk to me, remember? You told me all of this when we first started dating. Shit went downhill every time assumptions were made."

"I hear you. I'm really sorry, Kook. I shouldn't have done that."

"It's okay, peanut." He cups your cheeks and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. "What really happened today? I-If you're ready to talk about it, I mean." He quickly follows up, thumb gently caressing at your cheek.

"I just got yelled at by my boss and this lady at work, both for things that were out of my control. Then I was supposed to see my dad, but he cancelled last minute to see his friends."

"Oh, that's right." He lets out a small sigh. "I'm sorry, princess. I know how much you were looking forward to hanging out with your dad more. As for the other two, they can both fuck off." You chuckle a bit.

"Yeah, seriously. My boss is usually in a good mood, but I guess she was also having a bad day." Jungkook shrugged. "The cherry on top was the whole thing with my dad. I just felt very.. I don't know. Not a priority? Like us working on our relationship and getting back to the way we were didn't really mean much to him?"

"I'm sure that's not what it is, but he could probably do better with his priorities."

"Yeah." You flatly respond.

"Next time you speak to him, maybe you should tell him that you need to talk to him and it's important. I mean, this is something you should address with him so he knows. He's probably not even aware."

"I guess."

"I'm sure he'll be more than happy to listen and change once he understands how you feel. I think if you wanna keep working at this, you're going to have to start opening up to him again, peanut."

"I know." Jungkook nods. "Thank you."

"Of course."

"Are we okay?"

"Yeah, peanut. Just be patient with me, okay? I'm still learning."

"I know, I know. And I appreciate you a lot." You lean in to give him a peck on the lips, making him smile in return.

"So, how can I actually cheer you up and make your day better?" You giggle.

"I don't know, just cuddle me and kiss me?" He nods.

"That— I can do." He looks at the headset on the floor. "Let me just tell Tae I'm hopping off for the night, okay?" You nod, already getting yourself comfortable by changing into one of his shirts. He switches off the console and tv, joining you in getting ready for bed. He slips himself into the covers after you, propping his arm to let his head rest against the palm of his hand. You lay flatly on your back next to him, fiddling with the fabric of his shirt before Kook breaks the silence. "Anything else that upset you today, pretty?"

"No."

"You sure?" You look up at him and nod.

"I am." He wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer, his body heat keeping you warm and cozy.

"Come here then?" You snuggle up against him, finger tracing down his chest.

"Thank you for being so good to me." You say close to a whisper, eyes darting from your finger to his eyes.

"You only deserve the very best and I'm trying to be that for you no matter what." He responds. "Y/N?"

"Mhm?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes you can." You smile as he brings his lips forward— soft, pink, plump lips meeting yours. He fixes his position so that he's slightly hovering over you now, arm wrapped tightly around you, fingers giving your side a gentle squeeze. You moan into the kiss as soon as it deepens, tongues twirling and dancing around each other while you feel Jungkook hardening against your thigh. Your hand travels down his chiseled abs, tracing down his Apollo's belt, before dipping into his boxers to stroke him gently.

"I thought—" He briefly pulls away and pecks you on the jaw. "You wanted to kiss and cuddle." He plants soft, feathery kisses along your neck.

"Can't really ignore the fact that you're hard against my thigh, now can't I?"

"Sorry, princess. You know we don't have to—"

"I always want to." You respond breathily when he comes back up to meet your gaze. You kiss him once more, tugging on his bottom lip as he lets out a small moan.

"Okay." He nods, slipping himself out of his boxers before helping you out of his shirt and your panties.

"Need you inside, Kook."

"But—" He looks down. "Are you sure?"

"Promise. Just wanna feel you, babe." He nods again, stroking himself before positioning himself to be in line with you. Right now, all he wanted to do was take care of you, feel you, soothe you.

"Tell me if I need to stop, okay?" He bites onto his bottom lip as he slowly edges into you and watches the pleasure wash over your facial expression. He lets out a moan, feeling how tight and warm you are wrapped around him. "Ohhhh— holy shit." He lets out a shaky breath when he bottoms out.

"Feels so good." You whimper, hands resting around his neck.

"How do you want it?" You shake your head.

"I don't know, just want you. All of you."

"Okay, pretty. I think I got you." You let out a tiny chuckle before he comes down to kiss you a little more. He slowly pumps in and out, hand pressed against your side as he continues to kiss you, tongue you down.

You begin to wrap your legs around his waist as he finally pulls away and lowers himself closer to your body, your arms also wrapped tightly around his neck. He slides in and out, slowly, deeply. Letting you feel every inch of him with every movement. Your hands are roaming up his short, black hair, grabbing at the ends every now and then when he hits a certain spot.

This— This is exactly how you wanted to be. Intertwined, together, full.

All of him.

"God, I love you." He pants against your neck, clit rubbing against his abdomen with every thrust. "I really love you."

"I love you, too— hmmmgh— please, Kook. Keep going."

"Yeah, fuck. You're so perfect. So perfect for me." He says near your ear before nibbling on your ear lobe. The way you wrapped your legs around him made you feel extra tight, extra warm, like he belonged right here. He continues to take it deep and slow, the both of you releasing low and soft moans. He takes your hands from behind his neck and places it down on the pillow, tightly lacing his fingers with yours while he continued to fuck into you.

The sweet, sweet sounds of your moans and your wet pussy glazing his cock— it was absolute bliss.

Absolute bliss just to be wrapped up in you, to be yours. Through the good and bad days, through thick and thin.

"I'm close, princess. Cum with me." He whispers, lips grazing yours. You nod, your high tipping over the edge as you match his movements and keep your legs wrapped around him.

You feel him.

"Kook, yes. Just like that. I'm gonna— I'm gonna—"

"Cumming, oh fuck!" He groans, hand tightening its grip on yours.

"Kook—Kook—" You whine repeatedly until you reach your own orgasm, twitching as Jungkook continues to thrust to empty the rest of himself within you. When you both finally come down from your highs, Jungkook lazily smiles at you before planting small kisses on your face. You giggle, the both of you letting out a small whimper when he removes himself from within you.

"That was so good." You run your hand through your hair and adjust the sheets to cover your body while Kook positions himself next to you.

"I mean I hope it always is." You smile.

"Yeah, it always is."

"You're not just saying that, right?"

"Of course not." He chuckles.

"It's nice to hear."

"Yeah, yeah." He pulls you onto his chest and holds you tightly.

"I love you, peanut. I know I probably say this a lot, but you really do mean a lot to me. Bad days aren't gonna make me think differently of you, so please let me know what I can do to make you feel better."

"Thank you, Kook. You know I'm here for you too. I won't do that again. It was wrong of me."

"As long as we learn together, right?"

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tw. mentions / descriptions of a panic attack

bokuto was excited — more excited than he’d been in weeks!

he was finally getting the time to spend time with his beloved, his puppy, for the first time in forever thanks to the recent onslaught of drama the house had been embroiled in.

he figured he should thank you for bringing it all on because now, as he stood in front of meiko’s room, he had a chance.

“puppy!” bokuto called out, knocking on her door enthusiastically. after a moment of muttering, shuffling around and a loud curse, the door opened up just a crack to reveal meiko clad in only a thin bedsheet with her thin lips wrapped around a cigarette.

kotarou peered over her head and into her room where he spotted a quick flash of dark brown hair before meiko stepped out and closed the door behind her.

“who was that?” he questioned innocently, assuming that it was one of the other housemates. meiko narrowed her eyes at him and blew out a puff of smoke.

“what do you want bokuto.” her voice was steely and cold, nothing like her usual peppy self. still, bokuto couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was in there who shouldn’t be.

“you know,” kotarou began hesitantly, studying her face for reactions. “iwaizumi doesn’t like anyone in here who hasn’t signed a contract. and also you’re not allowed to smoke.” his nose turned up at the smell, disgust for the cigarette written clear on his face.

meiko rolled her eyes at him before taking another drag and blowing the smoke out straight into his face. bokuto tried to hold his breath for as long as he could but his lung capacity wasn’t so great. i need to work on that, he thought as he heaved and choked on the smoke circling down into his chest.

the love of his life adjusted her sheet covering before dropping the cigarette to the ground and stomping it out with the end of the blanket. “i asked you a question bokuto. what the fuck do you want?”

the harshness in her tone made him pause. was what he was here for actually important? or would it just bother her unnecessarily?

no, he resolved. bokuto missed her and he wanted to spend time with his kinda-but-not-really-girlfriend! especially after he waited all this time!

“i, i wanted to spend time with you...” with every word, his hesitance grew until he was muttering, the look in meiko’s eyes sending chills down his spine.

“no,” she said and turned back to enter her room. “wait!” bokuto’s hand shot out to grab her arm, very gently pulling her closer to him. “please,” he whispered, tears beginning to rim his wide, golden eyes.

meiko stared back up at him with absolute rage in her eyes as she snatched her limb out of his hold. “listen to me right now bokuto, and listen well,” she sneered, taking a step back towards her bedroom. “i have never liked you. you’re so fucking childish and clingy and annoying! i literally cannot understand how anyone cares to hang around you.”

bokuto felt something inside him shatter at her words, a sharp gasp escaping his parted lips. “but-“ “no buts! you are fucking nothing to me! all you were was a warm body to sleep with but you weren’t even good for that,” meiko’s chest heaved as she finished speaking, her dark eyes trained on the tear tracks on bokuto’s cheeks.

gently, he lifted a hand to his face, barely registering the water that covered them, his mind desperately trying to understand what had just occurred. in the back of his head, he briefly noticed the sound of a door closing and muffled giggling but it was covered by the sound of blood rushing in his ears.

how... could she? he loved her and she, she only wanted to fuck him? he poured out his entire heart, his very soul to her and for what? for her to take it and stomp on it until there was nothing left?

bokuto’s chest felt heavy — he wasn’t breathing. quickly, he took one breath, and then another and another and another until he was collapsed on the ground, heaving for air as he sobbed.

why him? what had he done to deserve this? maybe it was karma — he’d let a plastic bag float by him into a stream when he was 7 even though he knew littering was wrong. maybe it was because he didn’t kiss his mother goodbye the last time he saw her. or maybe the universe was punishing him for everything he’d done to you.

oh, you — the person who meiko had tried so hard to convince him to hate, and he had! his beloved had no reason to lie to him, or at least that’s what he believed until this moment. she lied to him about loving and caring about him so why wouldn’t she lie about everything else?

bokuto’s head was pounding as he tried to rationalize where he’d gone wrong, his usually bright eyes, dull and trained on the ceiling as he attempted to regain his breathing.

it felt like his whole world was collapsing on itself like a fallen star, just waiting to implode and destroy everyone and everything until there was nothing left and—

“hey, look at me, you’re ok,” a soft voice rang out over the buzzing in his head, his eyes beginning to focus on... your figure.

what were you doing here? he so desperately wanted to ask but the words were caught in his throat, trapped behind a wall of despair and anguish.

“don’t try to talk ok? just focus on my breathing, try and match it. i’m going to touch you now.” your soft, small (so much smaller — were you eating enough?) hand wrapped around his own and brought it up to your chest where he could feel the steady rise and fall of your breathing.

bokuto’s breath was shaky and definitely not as smooth as your own, but you didn’t seem to mind, instead holding his hand to your heart until his breathing became level and even.

he must’ve knocked out because by the time he came to, the hall was dark and you were gone, the only memory of you being a box of tissues and a glass of water on the ground next to him.

he reached for the glass first, chugging the whole thing down in only a few seconds. all that crying must have dehydrated him immensely, he realized as he searched for another cup.

standing on shaky legs, bokuto attempted to maneuver to the kitchen, holding onto the walls for stability as he crept through the dark corridors.

he quickly filled up his favorite owl mug (a gift from she-who-will-not-be-named) with water once he made it to the kitchen, extra careful not to make a lot of noise just in case someone was asleep.

bokuto swiftly gulped down his water, placing the cup in the sink where he knew it would not remain because if anything was sure, it was the clean state of the house that meiko kept.

ugh meiko. the whole situation hurt to think about so he didn’t, instead choosing to bury it in the deep recesses of his mind, never to be seen again.

as bokuto trudged upstairs back to his bedroom, he noticed the big black trash bag sat at the end of the hall near daichi’s room. he debated on taking it out himself but was ultimately convinced not to.

it’ll be gone tomorrow, he reasoned as he slipped into his room and bed before quickly falling asleep.

...

it was not gone the next day. neither was the cup in the sink, or the hair on the floor in the bathroom, or the laundry strewn all over the living room.

the whole house seemed to be in shambles and it remained that way for the entirety of the week. meiko was nowhere to be seen, flitting in and out of the house at random, escaping to only god knows where with god knows who.

bokuto didn’t care anymore. she ruined his life so why should he give a half of a shit where she was? what he did care about, on the other hand, was figuring what to do about you.

he wanted to thank you and apologize but he wasn’t sure how to do so! he knew he said some horrible things to you and was determined to make it right — not just for you but for himself too.

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aimless-imagines-for-fun · 3 years

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Racing Heart

Pairing :: Clark Kent x short/petite fem!Reader

Warnings :: Smut, Size Kink

Word Count :: 4,265

Summary :: You never knew why, but whenever you were around Clark, your heart always raced.

A/N :: Just an fyi, I used Henry Cavill’s Clark Kent, but I used the comic book height of Clark, which is 6′3′’, versus Henry’s 6′1′’

You never quite understood why, all you knew was that your heart always started racing when you were close to Clark. It wasn’t whenever you saw him, or when you were just in the same room as him. It was only when you were able to notice how small you were compared to the 6’3’’ man.

There were many occasions when this happened. Whenever Clark hugged you, helped you grab something on a top shelf, or even when he was standing so close to you, you two almost touched, your heart began racing. It had gotten to the point where you went out of your way to avoid getting close to the man, making sure you were always on the opposite side of the room from him.

There were three specific times though that made your face heat up just thinking about them.

The first one was in the break room.

You had managed to open the cabinet doors right above the refrigerator, but were struggling to grab the box of plastic utensils. You always forgot to bring a fork or spoon from home for your lunch, though you never had to worry about it because The Daily Planet had some. Of course, in an office full of tired reporters, others were bound to forget their utensils as well, and thus the box that was placed on the counter was now empty.

You stood on your tippy-toes, fingers barely grazing the corner of the box. The heels your wore offered no help, only adding a mere inch and a half to your height. You open the cabinet with ease, and a huff of annoyance left you when you saw the box of forks was on the second shelf. You had grown so frustrated, you began hopping just to try and hit the box that you now believed was taunting you. However, your hopping was working, as you managed to hit the corner repeatedly to make the box slowly come out. You didn’t care if you were wearing a skirt. It ended right before your knees and you were wearing black tights so it was fine.

You just needed one more good hop and you knew you’d be able to grab the box. You bent your knees only slightly, and then-

“Do you need some help?” A deep kind voice asked, followed by a large hand reaching past you and grabbing the box.

You whipped your entire body around, now facing a tie and button-down plaid shirt. You tilted your head up, seeing the man from Kansas, Clark Kent. He was giving you one of his classic golden boy smiles, looking down at you.

You gave him a small smile in return, and you could feel your heartbeat begin to grow faster. Perhaps Clark sneaking up behind you startled you, and he seemed to notice.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, I just saw you were struggling for a bit,” He commented, holding the box out for you.

You grabbed it, thanking him quietly before a small idea popped into your head. “Were you watching me?”

You swore you saw a small tint on Clark’s cheeks as he let out a cough to clear his throat. “Um, no, I had walked by earlier and saw you struggling then, and, well, when I came back I saw you were still here so I decided to help.”

You let out a small giggle. “I’m teasing Clark.”

You saw him visibly ease up, letting out a small exhale. Little did you know he had been staring at you for a small while before he helped you. Watching you hop up and down had brought a small smile of amusement to his face.

The second one was in the supply room.

Some people bought their supplies, and that was their stash. Others, such as yourself, helped themselves to the abundance of the supply room. What you had just ran out of only moments ago were sticky notes. You used them quite often, not only for notes but also for little drawings you did to pass the time. As a matter of fact, your entire desk was nearly covered with either small memos or doodles of random characters.

The sticky notes, unfortunately, were located on the top shelf. To add to your bad luck, there was also no stepping stool or ladder. Now, you could’ve been rational and go get someone taller to help. ‘Nah, I got this,’ you thought as you carefully began to climb up on the shelves. You believed in your climbing abilities, even in your heels. Admittedly, it was a bit awkward trying to grip onto the shelves, and the heels of your feet were hanging off, but you felt secure enough.

You reached the top shelf with relative ease, only needing to step up two shelves. Then came the matter of the box of sticky notes that had yet to be open. There was no way you could open the box to grab the small number of notepads you needed, not without both hands though. You could throw the box down, but what were the chances of it breaking open and creating a mess? ‘I really should’ve thought this one through a little better,’ you regretted.

Busy thinking of how to get the sticky notes down(along with how often you found yourself in this sort of ‘you’ve made your bed now lay in it’ situations you’ve been in) you didn’t notice the door open and close once again. “(Y/N)?”

“Wha- Ah!” You let out a squeal, losing your balance from being pulled from your train of thought. Your eyes widened and your heart froze, feeling your feet slip off along with your grip.

You squeezed your eyes shut, ready for the oncoming impact from the floor, along with the pain. Thankfully, the person who had caused your fall was quick enough to save you. Instead of feeling the hard tiled floor, you felt a pair of strong arms catch you. They held you close, almost squeezing you a bit too tight, but you felt safe in the embrace. You opened your eyes, blinking a few times to make sure you were indeed okay. You looked up to see who had caught you, your (e/c) eyes locking with blue ones behind a frame of glasses.

There was a clear worried look on Clark’s face. “You need to be careful (Y/N), you can’t just climb up shelves. If you need help, ask for it,” He continued to scold you, but you couldn’t focus on a thing he was saying.

Your heart was pounding, though you thought it was from the adrenaline of almost falling, and your mind was elsewhere. You couldn’t listen to him with him still holding you, it was all your mind was focused on. His grip on you was frim, and you were so close to him you could smell his cologne, citrus with a hint of musk. You always knew you were petite in build, but being held like this made you feel tiny. ‘His arms are so big. Am I really this small? He doesn’t look like he’s struggling at all. When does he have the time to work out? How-’

“(Y/N) are you even listening to a thing I’m saying?”

You blinked once, looking at him with big eyes. “Um… You’re still holding me…” You pointed out, a small blush coming to your cheeks. Unable to look at him any longer, your eyes darted down, missing his flustered face.

He put you down quickly, apologizing, and you told him not to just as quickly in response. After, you thanked him and rushed out without even taking a single sticky note with you. Later on in the day though, when you had walked away and returned to your desk, there were two sticky note pads on your desk.

The third one was at a charity event.

You and Clark were assigned to the event together as it was a rather large event. The money being raised was for meta-human teens and children, to help them better understand their abilities safely.

After hearing the guest list, you knew you had to wear the one forest green dress you wore to every fancy event. It was the nicest, and expensive, dress you owned. You paired it with three-inch black heels and a simple opal pendant. You never like dressing up too much. Clark wore a simple muted dark brown suit, with a navy blue button-up and blue tie to match it.

Now, it was rather tricky to keep your distance from Clark this time, and you really didn’t want to get flustered during work. Before it was at work, now it would be during work. There was a difference, granted a small difference, but still, a difference. At work, you just minded your business, and on occasion, goofing off when you weren’t writing an article. Here you were supposed to be interviewing and taking notes of everything happening. You couldn’t miss something important because Clark wanted to dance and you couldn’t keep your mind straight after. He didn’t ask you to dance, but, if he did you’d refuse.

“So, Mr. Wayne, Mr. Queen-”

“Please, call me Oliver,” The blond said.

Before you stood Bruce Wayne and Oliver Queen. You were intending to speak to Mr. Wayne alone, but just as you approached him, Mr. Queen also got to him. You were about to apologize and walk away, however, Mr. Queen, or rather, Oliver, insisted you interviewed them together. You had to admit, it was rather nice having Oliver around as Mr. Wayne, even though he was known as a playboy, gave you a rather intimidating aura.

You began interviewing the two, asking them the same questions you had asked all the millionaires, but ended up talking with them and enjoying it. Mr. Wayne wasn’t as intimidating as he had seemed, and Oliver was rather humorous. It was clear to you the two were friends.

You were in the middle of laughing at a joke Oliver had told when you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. You turned your head, seeing Clark, standing right beside you with a smile.

“Well you most certainly are having a good time,” He commented before turning his attention to the men in front of you. “Mr. Wayne, Mr. Queen, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He reached out with his free hand to shake theirs.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well…” Mr. Wayne’s voice trailed off as he looked down at Clark’s badge from the daily planet, “...Mr. Kent.”

“Call me Oliver,” He said as he shook your coworker’s hand. “I take it you two were sent together?”

“Yes,” You said in sync.

The conversation continued, and the entire time Clark kept his arm around your shoulders. You nodded along, even humming a few times in response to make it appear as if you were listening as your mind wandered. ‘Why is my heart racing? Why is he still holding me? Should I say something? What if I seem rude? I don’t want him to let go though.’ Even though you didn’t want to acknowledge it, you knew there was a small part of you that always liked how petite you were compared to Clark.

Then, you felt his thumb begin to rub small circles onto your bare shoulder. Without thinking, you slowly leaned into his larger frame. Now, you couldn’t see it because you were still looking ahead at the two millionaires, but Clark glanced down at you, happy you had come closer.

You couldn’t avoid Clark forever though, despite your best efforts.

You walked down the sidewalk, holding four large reusable grocery bags each full to the brim. You lived alone, but you liked to shop in bulk so you wouldn’t have to go out often. You were struggling a fair amount though. Normally, you had a friend who’d come with you to help you out and then the two of you would hang out. Sadly, all your friends were busy for the next few days and you were beginning to run out of your favorite conditioner, not to mention you were low on food.

You didn’t drive to the grocery store either, adding to your struggle. It was only three blocks away, why waste gas? You wouldn’t be struggling much longer though.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” A male voice called out.

You stopped, eyes darting everywhere to find the owner of the voice. It took you a moment until you eventually spotted Clark in front of you, a good distance away.

“Oh, hi Clark!” You placed two of the bags down to give him a large arm wave.

It took him a moment to get to you, and when he did he looked down at your groceries puzzled. “That seems like a lot for one person to carry.”

“Yeah, I tend to bite off more than I can chew.”

“I’ve noticed,” He said with a chuckle. “Do you want some help?”

You shook your head. “No. I couldn’t possibly drag you away from your day off to help me.”

“It wouldn’t be a hassle at all,” He reassured you. “Plus, it’d eat at me all day knowing I left you struggling.”

Knowing he wouldn’t take no for an answer, you let out a sigh, agreeing to his help. He took three of the bags, leaving you with the one bag filled with two bags of chips, three loaves of bread, and two dozen eggs. You tried to hold two bags, make the work even between the two of you, but he insisted. He tried to carry the bag you held as well, but you were adamant you held at least one.

Walking down to your apartment complex, the two of you mainly talked about work. At least you did, and Clark more so listened. This was the first time your heart didn’t start racing as you stood next to him, probably because you wouldn’t shut up about the deadline for your new article. You refused to look up at him, eyes fixed only on what was in front of you. It didn’t take long for the two of you to get to your apartment. You thanked him and told him he could go on with his day, but he insisted he helped you carry the bags up to your apartment.

You were quiet from then on, listening to Clark talk about the building. He lead you all away to your front door, standing patiently for you to unlock your door. Then, it hit you. You noticed his shadow over you as you faced your front door. Your heart quickened a bit, still, you ignored it as you opened your front door.

You speedily guided him to the kitchen to place the groceries down, and just as fast you tried to rush him out. His brows furrowed, confusion written all over his face.

“(Y/N), why are you in such a rush to show me out?”

‘Because I can’t think straight now with you around!’ You thought. Instead, you said to him, “Because I’m tired and I want you to enjoy your day off!”

He didn’t seem to believe you. He stood in front of you, a small frown on his lips. “Do you like me?”

Your eyes widened, mouth left ajar at his question.

“Because sometimes I get the feeling that you don’t like me.”

‘Oh-’ “What- No. I think you’re a great guy Clark.”

“Then why are you always avoiding me?” You didn’t think he had noticed. “Whenever I get close to you, you scurry off, and when you can’t you look uncomfortable.”

Like a child who had just gotten caught, you covered your face, too embarrassed to look at him. You didn’t want to tell him the real reason you were avoiding him, but, you also didn’t want him thinking you disliked him. It was the exact opposite.

“I’m not avoiding you because I don’t like you, Clark,” You said through your hands. You spread apart your fingers so you could look him in the eyes. “I… I avoid you because you’re… you’re so big.”

Now Clark was taken aback, a brow raised. “What?”

With a long exhale, you lowered your hands. “I said, I avoid you because you’re so… so big, and it makes me feel really small, and I can’t think straight.”

“You avoid me because I’m too big, and it makes you feel small, and you can’t think straight?” He repeated.

You nodded.

He was silent for a few seconds, tilting his head to the side. “In a good or bad way?”

“What?”

“In a good or bad way?”

You could feel your face heat up, and it wasn’t the only spot on you beginning to grow warm. Softly, you answered him. “In a good way, I guess.”

Clark took a step closer to you. “So you like the fact that I’m larger than you?”

“Yes, I just-”

“No.” His normally bright blue eyes seemed to darken, his eyes narrowed on you. “I want you to say it.”

You closed your legs closer together, feeling a heat rise in between your thighs. “I like that you’re so much bigger and stronger compared to me.”

Swiftly, Clark scooped you up, hands just beneath your bottom to raise you to his face. With how fast your heart was racing now you were sure he could hear it pounding in your chest.

You looked into his eyes as you carefully took off his glasses and tossed them onto your couch. Then, you placed a hand on each side of his face and gave him a long soft kiss. He returned the kiss gently, though after a few minutes you could tell he wanted more, his kiss began to grow rough.

You had wrapped your legs around him to be more comfortable, giving him a better grip on you. He squeezed your ass and in response you let out a soft moan. He lowered you a bit, only enough for you to feel his growing erection against your fully clothed core. He held your hips close, moving you against him for a bit of friction. You whimpered, lowering your head into his chest and gripping his dark grey shirt.

“Clark, please,” You whined.

“Where’s your bedroom?” He asked, voice deeper than usual.

You pulled your head away from his chest, nodding over in the direction of your bedroom. “Second door to the right,”

Almost hurried, he carried you straight to your bedroom. He stopped right at the edge of your bed, letting go and letting you fall back onto your mattresses. He crawled on top of you, placing a knee between your legs. Gently, he peeled away your clothes, tossing them to the side and leaving you in your underwear. He began peppering kisses around your neck, slowly moving down to your collarbone. As he did, his hand crept its way behind your back and undid the clasp on your bra. He pulled away from his kisses to watch your breasts bounce free, eyes fixed on your bare chest.

Feeling embarrassed, you moved to cover your chest with your hands, but he pinned your hands above your head with one hand.

A low chuckle escaped him. “Aw, are you feeling shy?”

You were about to turn your head away when Clark dipped his head down, capturing your lips again. You could feel his free hand slowly trail up your side, humming as a shiver went down your spine. He cupped your breast firmly, beginning to knead it in his palm.

Small moans left your lips, arching your back, body begging for more. You already knew your panties were wet, and you needed him, but he was still fully clothed. All the while you could feel his denim-covered erection against your thigh.

“Clark,” You groaned against his lips, “It’s not fair.”

He pulled back, brows raised. You struggled to pull your hands free, to no avail.

“You’re still dressed,” You said with a pout.

He gave you an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, how about you take care of that for me?”

He let go of your hands and you eagerly reached for the end of his shirt, pulling it off of him. You almost started drooling seeing him shirtless for the first time. Your hands began to wander around his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles. Your hands wandered down further, to the hem of his pants. Just as you were about to reach for his belt, his hand stopped you.

“You’re not ready yet sweetheart,” He warned you.

“Clark-”

He pressed his mouth against you, silencing you before you could complain. Even though you weren’t allowed to undo his pants, he slid them off with ease and you felt his long hard member pressed against your thigh. You momentarily pulled away to glance down, gasping loudly when you saw his length.

Worried, you looked back up at him. “It’s not going to fit.”

He dipped his head back down to your neck, peppering kisses across your jaw. “That’s why we need to get you ready.”

His hand moved down to your soaked panties, pushing them down so you were completely bare now. Your breathing hitched, feeling him stick in a finger and begin to move it in and out of you slowly. He picked up the pace with his finger, eventually sticking in another and he could already feel your pussy tightening.

You were growing close and he was only fucking you with his fingers. Granted, his hands were larger than yours, so two of his fingers felt much larger than two of your own.

To add on, he lowered himself so his head would be right at your dripping cunt and began sucking on your clit.

“Ah!” Your hands went straight to his hair and began to tug. You were a mess in his hands.

It didn’t take long for your body to shudder and your hips begin to spasm as you hit your high. Clark licked up your pouring juice, humming at your sweet taste. He looked up at you, two fingers remaining and now scissoring inside of you.

“You know, you really should ask for help if you can’t reach something,” He began. “It’s hard trying to hold back when you reach for things in those tight skirts of yours.”

“Well, now you don’t need to hold back,” You teased.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, grabbing his face with one hand and guiding him back to you. You could taste your juices in the kiss, humming in delight.

He pulled his fingers out, your core aching to be filled again. Luckily, you soon felt his already dripping tip at your entrance. Slowly, he pushed himself into you and you could feel your walls stretch around him. You nearly cried, your body in a mix of pain and pleasure. Your back arched, breasts pressing against Clark’s chest. Your hands gripped his arms as tight as you could, and you were sure you were digging your nails into him.

It was so much. You could feel your eyes water and tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

Clark kissed your forehead, muttered against it, “Just relax.”

He gave a small moment to adjust, noting how your breathing changed when you had gotten used to him. He pushed himself further in though, and you cursed under your breath, body growing tense again.

Again, he gave you a moment to adjust, despite how painfully tight your walls clamped around him. He pulled out a small amount before pushing back in, bucking his a few times to get you used to him. Eventually, your quiet whimpers turned into small moans.

“M-more,” You breathed out, breath shaky.

Like a switch had been flipped in him, Clark pulled out almost all the way and speared you, no longer as gentle as he had been before. He did this again and again, going a little harder each time at a constant rhythm. Then, with one thrust you shouted his name loudly and your cunt squeezed around his cock.

“Ah! Clark again! Right there, please!” You begged him.

Knowing he had found your g-spot, he pulled out all the way this time and pounded that same spot, earning another cry of pleasure from you. He did this repeatedly now with a faster rhythm, leaving you gasping and clenching with each thrust. With each of your breaths growing ragged, it was clear you were both close to your release.

You wrapped a leg around his hips to try and bring him closer, and he gripped your thigh harshly. He squeezed it so tightly, you were sure there’d be a faint bruise.

With a few more thrusts, you shuddered, juices flowing out of you again and around Clark’s cock this time. You swore you heard Clark curse, feeling you squeeze around him and juices cover him.

His rhythm was growing sloppy, and he pumped in and out of you until he let out a low groan of relief. You took a sharp breath, feeling his warm seed enter you. He continued to buck his hips, riding it out until he finally stopped, breath heavy.

He looked at you with now clear eyes and a smile on his face. “So… Do you need help putting your groceries away?” He asked cheekily.

You giggled. “Only if you don’t put anything important on the top shelf.”

“Why not? I’ll be around to help you now.”

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pffbts · 3 years

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Hii ! I love your work SO much, yours so talented and your writing is really inspiring me to do it too ! I also have a request can you do a small Jungkook fluff but slightly smut about him being in love and needy for y/n ? 🖤

genre―fluff; suggestive smut.

characters―jeon jungkook x female!reader | no supporting character.

w.c―2.2K

author`s note―sorry for the delay, anon, i was just out of touch with the writing side of my brain but nevertheless, i hope this wait was worth it, i wish you a very happy read :)

[11:38 AM]―jungkook sits behind you, he watches everything that you do and don`t do.

his eyes have been following your every single movement since you came out of your washroom, wearing that flimsy white cotton maxi dress that reaches just past your knees and whose strings adorn each of your shoulder.

as you sit with your back facing jungkook on the floor, his eyes slightly widens as he realizes that he could, at that moment, if only he squinted his eyes a tad bit harder, can make out the whole of your back through that piece of clothing.

the curves of your back and the most tantalizing thing obviously was whenever you lifted your arm up, he could clearly see the side of your breast. even without touching, he knew they would be the softest thing to touch and kiss in this world right then.

jungkook shakes his head as he realizes that he was simply getting dunked into a glass of lust like a biscuit in tea. he closes his eyes for a moment and takes in a deep breath and proceeds to exhale, all in a soundless manner.

nevertheless, he tears his gaze off of your back. he thought you would probably notice his eyes burning holes through your back at any second now if only he continued doing the same.

other than his eyes that tried their hardest to look anywhere other than your back, the table fan that was right in front of you had its own purpose and that was to dry your hair. the towel that was previously hanging off of your neck now rested on your lap but as his eyes travelled up, they suddenly caught onto something they could focus on and that was those one or two water droplets dripping down your shoulder-length hair.

jungkook`s eyes followed their travelling path. he watched that one single water droplet slipping through the side of your neck, then trailing down to your scapula and then end up getting absorbed into the dress.

he couldn`t really pinpoint what made this tiny little act so attractive but as if his body had a mind of its own, jungkook shuffled closer to you.

somehow in his head, he wanted to be just like what that piece of cloth just did to that drop of water. he wanted to rather suck in that minute droplet than let that damn cloth steal it. it was funny if it was thought in a rational way but right at that moment nothing seemed rational to jungkook, he was completely drenched in the feeling of lust.

it had bubbled up to his throat and if he opened his mouth, he thought maybe someone can steal a glance of the foaming of it.

he proceeded to press your back against his chest while wrapping his fairly worked out arms around your waist and soon he felt the weight your peaks over his thumbs. his palms, they lay pressed against your stomach as he plopped his chin over the same side of the shoulder from whose neck that single drop of water made him tempted enough to hold you like this.

being very much aware of your own stomach, as soon as you felt jungkook`s arms snaking around your waist, you sucked in your belly. at this point, this is just a habit which although you try to shake off these days after watching those personality boosting slash body positivity videos, for some reason, some habits are harder to shed off than said to.

jungkook, though, he noticed what you did and he wasn`t a tad bit fan of it.

so as soon as he saw what you did, he spoke up for the first since you had come out of your bath, “did you just suck in the tummy that i love to cuddle every night?”

his pout was so palpable in his voice that it made you tug your lips in and muffle out a small laugh, “i…it`s just,” you wanted to laugh it off but you knew this is a question that you`ll have to face more often because jungkook isn`t going anywhere and he doesn`t seem like he`s going anywhere until he gets his answer.

he`s probably going to hold you tighter now if you don`t answer him or maybe he might proceed to do something that might fluster you―as always, it`s hard to predict him sometimes.

but if only he gave you that chance to speak because as soon as you opened your mouth to answer him back, you felt his own mouth against your neck.

and it wasn`t just the feel of his mouth that gave you a shiver, you could almost if your head wasn`t just playing a game, felt the tip of his tongue giving a tiny kitten lick on the place he kissed you. it felt like he was sucking on that place but very softly, like a feather against your skin while his right hand moved up slightly to brush against one of the soft peaks on your chest.

you turned your head a little to meet with his eyes travelling up from the place he just did whatever that deed he did.

“________,” your name slips out of his mouth in a breathy whisper and it felt like it came out of the deepest part of his throat. your eyes widen a bit as his breath falls over your mouth but before he continued to speak anything further, he plants a kiss on your lips.

naturally, you close your eyes at the feel of his warm mouth against yours but it doesn`t last long or maybe that`s what you think because, jungkook, he unwraps his arms from around your waist to place the palms on your shoulders to make you turn around and face him.

all the while, he kept his eyes on you and made sure yours were on him too. he didn`t really want much from you except for you to lie down against the carpeted floor and to just let him adore you like he wants to. he just simply wants to make you realize how extremely beautiful you are when you don`t even try, when you don`t even notice the little things that you unconsciously do, make his heart do backflips inside his ribs and bring him to his knees.

as he pulls onto the cushion that he was holding onto few minutes ago to place it under the back of your head so that you don`t feel the hard surface of the floor and feel uncomfortable, he now lays you down completely while hovering on top of you.

“jungkook…” you tried saying only for the so-called man on top of you now to hush you down with his mouth pressing yet another kiss onto your own.

your hands unconsciously reach onto his shoulders and proceeds to circle around his back as jungkook`s arm that was supporting his whole body bucks in only for his chest to meet with your own.

you feel him hiss under his breath as his chest comes in contact with the soft peaks of your own.

“_______,” he calls out your name again, and you were not going to lie, it sounded good every time he says your name like that, in that breathy tone as if he`s begging for something from you and every time you`re just simply painfully unaware of what it is. the only thing you could do is cup one side of his face and try lifting up your head to press a kiss against his jawline.

“i love you,” you say, as the back of your head lays back against the cushion.

at least, you said something. maybe that`s the only thing you could do to answer to everything he`s asking for then.

jungkook`s eyes trembled a bit as he realized what you just did and without thinking he dove into the crook of your neck and earned back a giggle pouring out of your mouth as he did so. his chest heaved as sudden adrenaline burst open into his system.

he kissed your throat, the side of it, your collar bones, the part of your breast that was peaking out of your clothes and then he presses trails of kisses against your neck till he reached to your ear and tugged at it only to gain a sharp intake of breath from you.

his hands, shamelessly, travelled down your side, proceeding to lift up that flimsy cotton dress of yours and started caressing your thighs. but his fingers were yet to find the spot he loves the most and that`s the lines of your stretch marks that are rooted from your hips.

you close your eyes as you felt his hands against the part of your body you don`t find his hands most often but as soon as you understood that his fingertips were following the pattern of your stretch marks, you became extremely self-aware of yourself and proceeded to tightly grip onto his upper arm―as if to halt his actions, which was meaningless because as soon as you hinted at it, you heard jungkook`s voice against your left ear, leaving a shiver down your spine and goosebumps unhidden from him.

“i wish you could trade your eyes with me now, _______,” his nose brushes against the side of your cheek while he presses a soft kiss against your closed lid before continuing, “i wonder if you`re looking at yourself in the mirror these days because,” his mouth which founded the tip of your nose to give his undivided love next, “i love and adore,” and then, he rubbed his lips side to side against your forehead, just above your head to then press against it a hard kiss.

seconds seemed like minutes and minutes seemed like hours as you could only feel the movement of his mouth at the cost of his breath washing over your face, you feel him go down as he continued, “every,” kissing the upper lip, “single,” then at the corner of your mouth, “part of,” latching onto the lower lip, he opened up your lips with his tongue and proceeded to do something that you couldn`t for the life of you, imagine him doing and that is to breathily exhale out a “you.” into your own open mouth.

your eyes shoot open as you inhale deeply only to discover him looking at you through his lashes and his own open mouth still hovering on top of your own.

and then he did something which made you end up ending into a fit of giggles.

life with jungkook is unexpected which basically is proven too many times at this point.

his hand which was still resting on your thigh, right on top of the place your stretch marks were evident quickly travelled up only to tickle your sides and made you squirm under him.

both his and your laughter filled up the whole room as you heard the rain yet again hitting against the cobblestones of your backyard.

you kept telling him to stop in-between your giggles and although he did listen to you at the end, he also pulled you up from the floor onto his lap. squealing at the sudden display of his strength and being completely flabbergasted as it absolutely didn`t match with his evident bunny smile and scrunched up nose splattered on his face like beautiful decorations, you proceeded to cup his face in your hands.

jungkook only smiled and looked into your eyes as if there`s no other thing in the world that fascinates him the most right then, as if he only adored as if the smell of petrichor lingers only around you which he loves the most. his eyes glistened and when you notice the glee in them, you give him a small peck on his nose tip.

he only scrunches his nose further and presses his lips against yours as soon as you pull yours back from his nose.

“i love you,” he says, this time with his voice clearer and it sounded as if that`s how truth always sounds like while his hands which were resting against the now exposed skin of your legs as your dressed previously hiked up from suddenly getting pulled up by jungkook, moved around to wrap themselves around your whole body.

jungkook leaned into your embrace and rested his cheek against the place right above your right chest. he cradled you in his own strong, protective embrace while your hands caress his board back and feel the muscles flexing underneath your palm as he rocks you back and forth.

few minutes passed and he continued rocking you in that position until you fell asleep with your cheek resting on his shoulder that night.

but even after laying you down and then bringing back a blanket from your room to cover your body up, he kept himself by your side until he, himself felt like almost dozing off right then at the sound of the rain.

and thus, both of you ended up sleeping in the living room while the table fan kept you guys from getting hot chills at night. jungkook remained pressed against you till the daybreak came in to greet you and every single time you woke up in your sleep because of your light sleep pattern, you felt at ease every single of those times because jungkook was always there to hold you.

seems like even in his sleep, his arms knew no one but you to hold onto in this world.

fin.

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misaverawrites · 2 years

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Dyin' Ain't So Bad (Glenn Rhee x Reader)

prompt: “You came to confess your love to me and I told you that I’m dying” AU" -@dailyau and anon

tags: MAJOR ANGST holy fuck, written gore, dying, reader is bitten and dying, tearful goodbyes and confessions, kissing, mercy killings, reader fucking dies lol.

a/n: uhh... so I've been writing a lot of angst lately, i'm not okay lol.

Your skin burned with a hot vengeance, you remembered when you’d had the flu… before, as a kid. This was worse than any sickness you’d ever had before, you’d been bitten by a walker, on your elbow. You could’ve cut it off if you’d had a tourniquet and someone to help you not bleed out. Unfortunately, you didn’t.

You whip your bag over your shoulder, you could feel the infection spreading, you wanted to do one last good thing, get these supplies to Glenn and back to Alexandria. You went back to where you had been told to meet with Glenn, and waited for only a few seconds, sucking breath in through your teeth. Glenn walks up, he doesn’t seem on edge, he seems happy, unusual on a run.

“(Y/N), You grabbed some stuff?” He asked, oh no, he hasn’t noticed your bite yet. You hum in affirmation, “Yep, grabbed some feminine hygiene products… also grabbed some diapers, formula, bottles, and some food I found in the store.” He smiles at you, he seems nervous… unlike himself.

“That’s good! Now that we’re back, can I talk to you about something?” You’d both been growing closer over the months since you’d joined Alexandria, if he wanted to talk, it must have been serious. “I’ve been… thinking it over and, ever since Maggie… died, I thought I’d never love anyone ever again. Today, I realize that I am so wrong. I love you, (Y/N). More than anything in this world.”

Your heart sank. You don’t want to do this to him, break his heart. He’d kill you so you wouldn’t suffer, you didn’t want him to have to do that… The woman he newly loved. You knew you had to though, to protect him and Alexandria.

“Glenn…” You began, tears already swarming in the corners of your eyes, “I love you too, but, I’m sorry…” You show him your elbow, the flesh is hanging loosely, your skin was red-hot, you felt fainter by the minute, as soon as hit eyes hit the bite, he falls to his knees, wracking his body with silent sobs. “Could we amputate it?”

You shake your head, “We both know it’s too late for that, Glenn, the infection has spread too far.” You feel weak, you sit down and he sits with you, holding your head in his lap. “I don’t wanna turn, Glenn.” Your voice is weak, pathetic. Not the way you want to go out. He didn’t care. He bends himself down to kiss you, even once.

“I won’t let you turn, (Y/N)…” You notice he’s gripping his knife, it’ll be okay. You know it. “I’m sorry to do this to you, Glenn.” Your eyes are wide, scared. You feel exhausted, your body wants to sleep. He holds your hand as your eyes shut.

“Goodbye, Glenn, I love you.” You whisper to him weakly, he waits for your body to stop breathing. He kisses you one more time, his hand wrapped tightly on the hilt of his knife, he plants one swift slice into your brain, stopping your reanimation cycle instantly. His tears fall on your face, he shakes his head, moving a hair from your face, apologizing to you profusely and tearfully. “Oh god, god, I’m so sorry… I love you… I’m so, so sorry..!” He chokes out, trying not to think of all the people he’s lost so quickly, Maggie, Noah, You… fuck.

He takes your bag, taking one last look at your still frame, before walking slowly and solemnly to the car, his face red and tear-stained. He gets into the car and drives away, as you fade into the background, his tears return. He almost wished he hadn’t told you, kept it to himself. It wouldn’t have changed anything, he rationally knew that. All he wanted right now, is for you to be alive.

He knew you wouldn’t want to become a walker, he did what he had to do. All he could hold onto right now is your final goodbyes and all the memories you two made together. It would never be enough.

#glenn rhee x reader #glenn rhee #the walking dead #twd #amc’s the walking dead #amc the walking dead #the walking dead fanfic #twd x reader #twd fanfiction

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blueberrylemontea-fanfic · 3 years

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Cherry [8]

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader Summary: You have dinner at Will's house. Word Count: 2784 Song Suggestion: Coming Home - Scorpions Warnings: none [Teaser] - [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [9]

Chapter 7:

"Alright, princess, I’ll make nice with Harrington."

You smiled widely, a little too soon as it turned out.

"On one condition. Go out with me?”

And now...

"What?"

You knew you were probably staring at him like he'd suggested you jump off a cliff, which honestly sounded like a more enjoyable option.

You didn't date. How many times did you have to talk him through this no commitment thing? But then you noticed Billy was laughing, shaking his head at you.

"Jesus, princess, chill the fuck out. I'm not asking for your fucking hand in marriage, alright? Just like spending time with you, wanna hang out some time."

"Oh..." Thank god!

You were starting to get that Billy really was just in desperate need of a friend, and you really did enjoy spending time with him too.

"Yeah! Sure, I'd like that. You know we can hang out whenever you want, right?" You could see the hint of surprise flashing through his face before he smiled at you, clearly happy to know you liked to be around him too.

Billy had reluctantly agreed to drop you off at Steve's, he was still a little on the fence about you sleeping there but he knew he couldn't change your mind even if he tried.

"See you tomorrow, pretty boy," you winked as you got out of the car and bounded for Steve's front door, giving a little wave as the Camaro sped off into the night. Steve opened the door before you could even ring the bell, looks like he'd been waiting up for you.

"You know you can just come in next time, door's open anyway."

He sounded kinda pissed off, which was fair, you supposed. The bruise on his eye socket had started to swell, it looked rather painful. You wordlessly went into his kitchen, emerging with an ice pack wrapped in a towel. Steve had thrown himself onto the couch, his head leant back on the armrest.

Softly, you pressed the ice pack down onto the swelling. Steve flinched at the sudden cold. "So, how's Hargrove doing?"

You were surprised at his tone of voice, which had a bitter bite to it, but wasn't sharp enough to mask some actual concern. Maybe Steve had noticed the shift in Billy's demeanor too, noticed that something had been seriously wrong.

"Honestly? Pretty awful," you sighed, "He's sorry."

Steve furrowed his eyebrows slightly, as much as he could without it hurting his eye even more. "Really?" You nodded.

"Yeah. I know you've only ever seen one side of him, but Billy's more than just an asshole. He doesn't mean to be such a prick all the time, even if he is. It's not an excuse or anything, the guy is definitely still an asshole, but he's also just in desperate need of some help..."

"Yeah, professional help."

You let out a chuckle, "Probably couldn't hurt." Steve laughed. "I still don't get it though."

"Get what?"

"You're saying that under all that hellfire there's a person with like thoughts and opinions that you actually want to hang out with?"

You were kind of fond of sarcastic Steve. "Yeah, surprised me too at first, but turns out Billy is in fact capable of rational thought when he's not trying to bash someone's head in."

"Could you introduce me to that guy sometime? I'm getting kinda tired of the one that keeps trying to bash my head in."

You didn't get it. How was he laughing right now? How was he joking around with you about Billy when his lip was split and his eye was swollen?

"Why aren't you mad?"

"Oh I am," he said simply, "I'm fucking pissed off about this. But it's not like I don't get it. I know sometimes you can just get so angry it's all-consuming, it just takes over your brain and all you can hear is buzzing and all you can see is hazy, dark red and you don't even know what you're doing until it's too late. S' like you said, s' not an excuse, but, doesn't mean I don't get it."

And somehow that guy still didn't think he was a good person.

Maybe it was because he knew that rage, had that darkness somewhere inside of him too. But you knew that deep down Steve was nothing but light, understanding and nice and forgiving and unequivocally good.

You didn't know what to say to him, so you just smiled and held his hand.

***

When you and Steve pulled up to school the next morning the tension was palpable. By now word about the fight had probably spread, and everyone seemed to be watching if there was going to be another commotion when Billy saw you arriving with Steve, again.

You hoped they would be sorely disappointed, but you knew well enough that you could never be entirely sure when it came to Billy.

"Morning, pretty boy." You pulled out a cigarette, and before you could light it Billy had flipped open his zippo, holding up a light for you. "Morning, princess."

He looked over to the other side of your car, where Steve had just gotten out. "Harrington" He nodded his head so subtly you could barely tell whether he'd moved at all, but at least it was something.

You held out your pack of cigarettes, "Want one, Steve?"

"Yeah, thanks."

You held the cigarette out towards Billy, who lit it, before handing it to Steve.

"Thanks."

It must have been an odd sight, the three of you standing almost shoulder to shoulder, smoking silently. There was still an awkward tension in the air between you, but it wasn't the usual electric between Harrington and Hargrove, the one where you could practically feel the punches raining down before they even landed.

"Harrington?" Billy said in between two extremely long drags of his cigarette.

"Yeah?"

"Shouldn’t have hit you yesterday."

"Yeah, no shit."

"Don't push it, doll face."

You bit back a laugh at Billy's nickname. You smoked in silence some more before Billy let out a quiet "M' sorry"

Wow.

You knew he'd told you he was going to apologize, but hearing the actual words coming out of Billy's mouth still sounded wrong, somehow. Steve clearly felt the same way. "Shit," he sounded amazed "I don't think I've ever heard that word come out of your mouth."

Billy sighed loudly, clearly regretting ever having said anything as he snapped "And you never will again."

Steve chuckled, "Noted."

"So, we good?" Billy still sounded kind off nervous, he really was sorry and he didn't want Harrington hating him.

Steve smiled. "Yeah, we're good."

***

That afternoon, the party had invited you and Steve to the Beyer's house. Apparently Will's mom loved having people over for dinner, and Will had a new game for his Atari they all just had to try out.

So, after school you met the kids over at Will's house. The house was tiny, but really cosy. It felt like a home more than a house. It was hella cramped though, with all those kids heaped in front of the tv. You were wondering how they were going to manage dinner later that evening, no way were they all going to fit at the table.

"Oh, hi, Y/N." You heard a soft voice from behind you.

"Jonathan, hey!"

You noticed the slight tension as Jonathan and Steve exchanged awkward greetings.

There was no more room on the couch so the three of you sat down at the kitchen table as Jonathan got you some drinks.

"Hey, um, I wanted to say thanks, you know, for Monday," Jonathan smiled shyly. He was clearly not the most talkative.

"Please, I'd gladly kick Hagan's ass any day" you smirked, both Jonathan and Steve chuckled. "How's Nancy doing?" You felt Steve stiffen next to you. "A lot better, thanks."

"Hey um, I'm sorry," Steve said suddenly, his cheeks getting pink, "You know, about what happened last year. I shouldn't have said all those things, I was being a real asshole and I'm really, really sorry."

"Thanks," Jonathan said, "It's okay, Steve. I'm sorry too"

"You're sorry? What for?"

"Y'know, the black eye. And, um," he paused awkwardly, like he wasn't really sure if he should keep talking, "about what happened with Nancy."

Steve swallowed harshly, Nancy was still a really sore spot for him. "S' not your fault," he said wryly, "She looks happier now... Besides, I definitely had that black eye coming."

They were both smiling softly now. The air felt lighter, you could tell that they had both been wanting to say those things for a long time, but never had the chance.

"So, I'm sorry, let me get this straight," you broke the silence, "You beat him up?" You pointed from Jonathan to Steve.

"Does that surprise you that much?" Jonathan raised his eyebrows

"Just didn't have you pegged for a fighter, that's all."

You knew you and Jonathan could get along easily, he had this feeling about him that made you think he was a charitable person.

When his mom got home it didn't take long to see where he got it from, you'd hardly ever met as pleasant a woman as her. She pulled both you and Steve into a warm hug when she came in, fussing over Steve's eye and telling you at least three times how nice it was to finally meet you.

Steve offered to help her out with dinner, you did as well but the kitchen was cramped enough with the two of them working in it, and with your penchant for cooking you wouldn't have been much help anyway, so instead you helped Jonathan set the table.

He had to bring in a fold away table from outside so you could fit all twelve plates on there. Yeah, that's right, twelve. Apparently Joyce's boyfriend was coming too, Nancy as well.

"Should we maybe tell Steve that before she gets here, give him a bit of a heads-up?" Jonathan looked a mix of concerned and embarrassed, you figured he was one of those people who hated conflict.

"Yeah, that might be good. You know he doesn't blame either of you, right, he's just a little hurt still." Jonathan nodded, he seemed reassured by your words.

Steve didn't say much when you'd told him, he'd just shrugged and said thanks for the warning. He seemed a little nervous though.

It wasn't long before Nancy and Hopper arrived and you were all at the dinner table. Hopper, Joyce's boyfriend, turned out to be the chief of police. He was less than pleased to see Steve's beat up face and the bruises on your arms. "Do I need to worry about whatever you two got yourselves into?" You both shook your heads and he sighed loudly. "Just, would you tell me if I gotta be worried?" He sounded so tired you felt kinda sorry for him.

"Sure, Hop" Steve made it sound like he'd said that at least a hundred times before.

After dinner you helped Joyce clean up. It hadn't been as awkward as you'd thought, there hadn't really been time what with the kids yapping on the entire time.

Joyce was washing dishes that you were drying, and Steve was putting everything away. Jonathan offered but Steve hadn't wanted to be left with just Nancy and Hopper.

"So, sweetie, how do you like Hawkins?"

"I miss Cali, but I've met some really nice people here that make it a lot easier."

She smiled warmly at you as you looked fondly around the room. "I've heard you ran into some of our not-so-nice people too." You didn't miss the way her eyes flicked over your wrist. "Jonathan told me what happened at school."

"Yeah, well then he probably also told you those not-so-nice people found out I'm not always all that nice either."

She nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "You can handle yourself can't you, sweetie?" It was a rhetorical question, Joyce had a knack for knowing who she was dealing with. "You know, Will practically thinks you're a superhero." You both laughed.

"He's a really great kid." Joyce nodded, looking over at Will with a big, proud smile on her face, "I know." She paused for a second, and you knew that she was considering swallowing her thoughts, she looked just like Jonathan had done earlier. "You know sweetie, if you ever need someone to talk to or something you can always come here."

You managed to hold back a sigh. "I'm fine Joyce, really."

"Yeah, I know, I know, you can take care of yourself. I'm just saying, just because you can doesn't mean you have to. You ever wanna come here, for whatever reason, door's open." She smiled so warmly it was infectious, so you gave her a small, grateful smile.

"Hey, Joyce, where do these go?" Steve was holding up two almost identical salad bowels, except for the crack in one of them that had obviously been glued together again.

"I'll take them" Will's soft voice came from behind Steve, taking the bowls from him and slipping past Joyce and you to the back of the kitchen. He always moved so quietly you could barely even hear him.

You noticed him looking at Steve pensively, throwing back a glance at the dining room table, where Jonathan and Nancy were still sitting, laughing quietly with each other. You thought he looked too wise for his years.

He continued helping Steve with putting away the dishes, talking in hushed tones that you couldn't make out entirely, but you could tell by the way Steve's face lit up that Will had really cheered him up.

Joyce had noticed them too. "Could you keep an eye on him? I don't think he's been doing too well lately. Must get lonely in that big house with his parents gone so often" You nodded.

"Yeah, I've sorta moved in there, so I'm on that," you chuckled.

"What?"

The shriek was so loud it made you jump. Did those little fucktards always have to sneak up on you like that?

"You've moved in with Steve?" Dustin practically screeched in your ear.

"Are you two dating?" Lucas sounded like he wouldn't be surprised if you said yes, in fact the hint of hopefulness in his voice and the quick glance he shot at Max made you suspect that maybe they had some sort of bet in place. It wouldn't be the first time.

"Wait what about Billy?" Max asked fiercely.

You raised your hands up above your head, signalling for them all to be quiet instead of raise even more questions like they usually did.

"Guys, chill the fuck out, Steve and I aren't dating," you had to raise your voice to make yourself heard over their incessant chatter. "And neither are me and Billy, by the way."

"Wait you're not dating Billy?" Nancy piped in. You shook your head.

"But he said he's taking you out on Friday?" Max looked completely lost and she wasn't alone, pretty much everybody was looking at you in confusion by now. Except for Hop, who just looked like he was getting a massive headache and would literally rather shoot himself in the foot than stay and listen to this.

"Yeah, okay, so technically we're going on a date, but it's just as friends."

"I didn't know he had any friends," Mike commented snarkily.

"Which is exactly what I'm trying to change."

Will looked genuinely confused. "By going on dates with him?"

"Yes."

Max still didn't look convinced, "You and Steve are friends and you guys don't go on dates."

"Well that's because we're constantly babysitting you shitbirds," you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"So if Steve asked you out, as a friend, you'd say yes?"

Yeah, Lucas definitely had money riding on this.

"Sure," you shrugged.

"Really?" It was Steve's turn to look confused now, but you just smiled and nodded. "Yeah, of course."

"Um, hello-o? Was I the only one who heard that they're living together?"

You loved how Dustin's curls shook every time he got overexcited, you'd never met a kid as passionate as him.

"Yeah, so?"

"What do you mean so, Steve? Why are you living together? Don't you both have your own houses and families and stuff?"

You and Steve shared a look and you shrugged. "Not really"

Dustin's face sank immediately. "Oh... Sorry..."

You felt sorry for how obviously bad he felt, so you ruffled his curls. "Hey, it's okay, we're alright, right Steve?"

"Yeah." Steve smiled at you warmly.

"We're alright."

***

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summer heat → jjk

–pairing: twin!jungkook x reader

–genre: fluff, mature (? but no smut), drabble, a minor attempt at humor, best friend’s twin brother type of thing

–words: 2.9k

–warnings: explicit language, sexual tension, tiny bit of humiliation, a hint of jungkook and reader having some sort of “history” if u squint hard enough

–summary: in an attempt to calm you down and prevent your mood from swinging due to the blazing heat, your best friend decides to go out and buy you some ice cream. you’re shocked, however, when he quickly returns and looks different, making you see him in an entirely new light and leaving you trying to resist the urge to give in to your raging hormones and just jump on him.

–a/n: i was thinking of this scenario in the shower but didn’t have the brain power to turn it into a full length story so i might just add this to a pile of drabbles that i may or may not develop heh + ive been in my jungkook feels too lately sigh + also this is unedited

permanent taglist: @100percent-dum-dum @mochisjoon @boraength @rageyoudamnednerd

It was a scorching hot summer’s day. Sweat was beginning to trickle down your temples and your shirt was getting stuck to your skin, causing an irking feeling of discomfort. Looking around, you quickly grabbed an empty long folder from your best friend’s messy desk and began fanning yourself to cool down. The two of you were just there, sitting in his room in a not-so-comfortable silence.

You were currently plopped down onto a chair with your legs resting on the desk in front of you, too lazy to come up with ideas to kill your boredom.

It was a tradition for your family to travel every summer and visit a new country you hadn’t been to, but this year you had to pass the plane tickets and sight-seeing due to your best friend, Junghan, asking begging you to help him out with a month-long film project. You didn’t have the heart to decline, so you told your parents you’d stay behind and help him out which resulted in you having to stay over at Junghan’s place for the rest of the summer.

You had to admit though, a small part of you felt disinclined to stay because the project sounded like it would’ve been a tedious workload, but working with your best friend was so much more fun than you’d imagined and even the project itself turned out to be enjoyable. So far, your summer break has been spent filming and hanging out with Junghan—though hanging out usually meant staying in his room and watching romcoms all day while crying over fictional characters, ranting about how you two would never meet such perfect men in real life. It was great.

Until the air conditioner broke down.

You glanced over at Junghan, who seemed to be just as spiritless as you were while he sat in front of a fan, eyes looking empty and distant.

“I told you the air conditioner needed to be fixed,” You sighed and looked up at the ceiling, completely missing the harsh glare he sent you.

“I said I was gonna get it fixed,” He replies and turns back to the fan, his voice quieting down a little, “But the number for repair wouldn’t answer.”

“Right,” You muttered absent-mindedly, eyes staring at the ceiling while your mind was too busy trying to come up with suggestions to beat the heat, “We could go to the pool?”

“Closed,” Junghan grunts, “The mall?”

“As if we’d both drive in this state,” You rolled your eyes as you tried to get your shirt to stop sticking to your skin. Junghan glances over at you when he hears you grumbling, one of the many cues that you were beginning to feel peevish. Deciding that it was pointless to keep tugging on your shirt, you opt to take it off instead.

“You don’t mind do you?” You asked before completely removing your shirt, only leaving you in your bralette. Though you knew he never did because of the countless times he’s helped you change and pick out different outfits, you always asked out of politeness. Additionally, his zero interest in women made you feel much safer and comfortable enough to undress around him.

“I really don’t care,” He says and stands up. You hear him rumbling for a moment while you were neatly folding your shirt, and seconds later you recognize the jingling sound of keys.

“Where are you going?” You asked.

“The nearby grocery. You’re about to get grumpy and I am not going to listen to a rambling bitch for the rest of the day,” He says, rubbing his temples as he makes his way to the door.

“So you’re just gonna leave me here?” You asked, too exhausted to even glance at him. He probably wasn’t, you only asked for the dramatic effect.

“No, dumbass. I’m just gonna go and buy ice cream. See you in a bit.”

And with that Junghan leaves and closes the door shut. Only a few minutes later after the sound of the engine had gone did you decide to exert a little effort and move over to his previous spot to sit in front of the fan, the air immediately cooling your skin. You sighed in relief and grabbed a few tissues to wipe your temples dry before grabbing your phone and texting Junghan to buy some lemonade, followed by a second text telling him you’d pay him back once he returned.

You were surprised to hear, not even ten minutes later, that the car was already back and pulling up in the driveway. It couldn’t have been Junghan’s parents as they were out working, and it was only you and Junghan around—not like you two had many friends who would come and visit. Instead of rationalizing with yourself on how Junghan came back home in supersonic speed, you decide to drop it and wait for him to come up back to his room.

Someone knocks on the door, causing your brows to furrow in confusion. Since when did Junghan knock?

“Come... in?” You answer, though it came out more as a question. Your head turns at the sound of the door opening, and your eyes widen at seeing Junghan standing by the doorframe.

Looking oddly different.

“Dude,” You stood up from your place and stared him up and down, “Is that what you were really wearing when you went out?”

His eyebrows raise in shock and you catch his eyes taking a quick glimpse from your chest before quickly looking back at the perplexed look on your face, a small smirk forming on lips. You decide to ignore it.

“What a warm ‘welcome home’,” he chuckles.

“You didn’t answer me,” you replied, still oblivious to the difference in his tone.

He was wearing an all-black ensemble—a black cap, a black leather jacket, black pants that outlined his toned thighs (how have you never noticed?), and some chunky black boots—a huge contrast to his normally colorful and baggy clothing. You were genuinely curious because you hadn’t noticed what he looked like before he left the house as you were too tired and lazy to even look up and say goodbye.

“Uh, yeah. This is what I was wearing?” He narrows one of his eyes, looking confused, “Why?”

“I don’t know… since when did you wear all black?”

“Since way back then? I don’t know,” He replies, and you now noticed how his voice was unusually low. Junghan steps inside and averts his eyes from you, looking around in his room before scrimmaging through drawers as if in search for something.

“What are you looking for?” You asked, folding your arms and following him around.

“A charger,” He replies, and a chill runs down your spine at the sound of his voice. You thought maybe you’d detect how he was just trying to change his manner of speaking, but it was effortlessly low; like he wasn’t faking it or anything. It was weird because Junghan normally sounded a little more high pitched.

“What charger?”

“A laptop charger, mine broke,” He continues searching and not once does he meet your eyes.

“Oh okay, let me help you then,” You begin to look around and help him search, “Though I don’t know what it looks like, I’ll let you know if I see a charger.”

He looks up at you and smiles, but you don’t catch him watching you as you were already busy searching, “Thanks.”

The two of you continue searching in silence, though occasionally you’d look up and glance at Junghan. What exactly was he doing? Was this for his film? Is he supposed to be in character? This new look and manner of talking that he somehow adopted after a quick trip to the grocery store did things to you. Every time he grunted in annoyance after a failed search, something in your stomach would twist and you found yourself suddenly feeling drawn, or maybe even more than drawn, to your best friend. Your gay best friend.

You shook your head to get rid of those thoughts.

Only a few minutes later did you find something that looked like a charger hiding underneath a pile of unfolded clothes before presenting it to Junghan, “Is it this?”

“Yes! Exactly that,” He jumps up from crouching over one of the drawers at the bedside and walks over to you, “Thank you.”

“Yeah, sure. I don’t know why you took such a long time searching for something in your room, though,” You rolled your eyes.

“My room?” He smiles, voice a little deeper but with a hint of amusement.

God, you could just jump on him right now.

“Yeah?” You knit your brows, “And stop doing that!”

“Stop doing what?” He asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed so he was looking up at you. He leans back a bit a folds his arms, a smile still tugging on the corner of his mouth.

Maybe it was the summer heat doing things to your head and making you think about all these things that you never thought you’d ever want to do with your gay best friend, but he seemed so in character it was actually beginning to bother you. What store did he go to exactly? And where the hell is the ice cream?

“That! What’s up with your voice? And your outfit? You look so different, it’s weird,” You folded your arms as if to mirror him.

“Weird, huh?” He asks and looks at his clothing before looking back at you.

“Not in a bad way. It looks good, it’s just not you,” You squirmed slightly before shaking your head to snap out of it, “I don’t know what store you went to that made you look like this—and congrats I guess, if you’re trying to switch up your fashion, but you completely missed the ice cream, so good luck trying to handle this rambling bitch.”

He laughs at the words “rambling bitch” and oh god that is not what his laughter sounded like before. When did the sound of his laugh sound so deep and sultry? You subconsciously sucked on and bit your lip at the sound of his laughter, trying your best not to visibly drool in front of him. He catches your subtle action and his brow raises at the sight.

“Despite all the things you said, you think this looks good?” A playful smile rests on his face and your heart beats erratically at his expression.

“Y-yeah, I don’t know,” You mumbled. He shifts on the edge of the bed to move closer to you.

“And because there’s no ice cream, you’re going to turn into some rambling…” He reaches his hand out, the back of his fingers feeling the skin on your exposed waist before resting his hand on your back to pull you in closer.

“…person?” he continues, brows raised and eyes staring intently at yours, not using the vulgar word you had just used to describe yourself (or the word he had just called you before he left to go to the store).

“I...um, we’ll see,” you replied, and he only chuckles deeply. Your voice had transformed into a murmuring mess and it annoyed you, but you couldn’t really do anything about it, right now he reminded you so much of—

“I think you look good too, you know. Maybe I did miss you a lot more than I thought I did,” he whispers, pulling you in even more so you were now standing between his thighs.

Missed you? After an eight minute trip to the grocery store?

You didn’t question it. Your mind was blanking out, malfunctioning, even. Here was your best friend, your gay best friend (as you had to keep reminding yourself), placing his hands on your bare skin in a way that you knew wasn’t going to turn out to be so innocent. Right now you were extremely attracted and possibly even turned on by whatever the fuck he was doing, all you could do to save yourself was blame it on the heat. Was this absolutely weird? Hell yes. Did you want to stop him? Fuck no.

Were you now completely devoid of all reason and logic?

Definitely.

Softly, he tugs on your arm and pulls you into him so you were now sitting on his lap with your hand resting on his chest. One of his hands was still attached to your waist, the other was resting itself on the bed, gripping on a blanket.

Chills run down your spine for the second time now as his mouth moves closer to your ear, “Lucky for you I know the perfect way to handle rambling bitches.”

Your breath hitches for a moment and Junghan moves back to face you, his lips grazing your cheeks a little before you meet each other’s gaze. The summer heat was definitely nothing compared to this, but you didn’t mind. Your faces were only mere centimeters apart now and you could’ve sworn he was beginning to lean in by the look in his eyes, which were now fixated on your lips.

Seriously, you could just grab him by the collar right now and speed things up. He’s the one who pulled you in first, anyway, you just wanted to get things going. Though you haven’t exactly a clue as to where this would end, you wished he would hurry up a little to find out.

But for some strange reason, your senses were enveloped with the distinct smell of a signature fragrance that you knew did not belong to Junghan and it snapped you out of your thoughts. The scent was strong enough to flash some memories back in your mind, making you frown. Did he use this perfume on purpose? Or was your mind just playing tricks on you? In a flash, you could suddenly think straight and you couldn’t help it, the moral side of your brain had turned far stronger than your currently raging hormones (thank goodness). Something was definitely off.

“But, Junghan… aren’t you… gay?” You asked, your voice trailing off a little.

His eyes widen and he pulls back from you. He stares at you for a few seconds before it hits him, and he starts erupting in laughter. You narrowed your eyes at him and got off his lap, moving over to the side and sitting beside him instead.

“Junghan?” He stresses on the name. You’re staring at him blankly now, like you knew he was just messing with you. His laughter eventually dies down and he places a hand on your thigh, though it seemed much more innocent now, “I’m so sorry, ____, you’ve got the wrong person.”

With one hand, he quickly grabs the blanket off the bed. The back of his other free hand endearingly caresses your jaw, and you notice how he lingers for a while as he moves a bit lower down to your neck—before wrapping the fabric around you and covering your whole torso with it. Your face immediately turns pink as you clutched onto the blanket to further cover yourself, feeling slightly humiliated, though you were still confused.

“Wrong person? What do you mean?”

“I was wondering why you had no shirt on, I thought that was just a regular thing for you now. But it’s probably cause you’re more comfortable around my brother, huh?”

“Your brother…?”

“Has it really been that long?” He chuckles, and instantly your mind began connecting the pieces together. Could it actually be him? You haven’t seen him in years, and no one even bothered telling you he was coming back today. No way, surely this was Junghan playing a joke on you.

“I’m not Junghan. I’m his twin brother, Jungkook. Remember?”

You hastily stood up in defense, still clutching the blanket close to your chest, “Shut the fuck up, Junghan. No one said anything about Jungkook coming back today!”

Junghan Jungkook only laughs and stands up, the melodious sound filling the room, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching the wide open bedroom door.

“What a shame, but it was a surprise. I didn’t tell anyone I was coming home today,” He folds his arms, “And if I am Junghan, then who is that?” He points at the doorframe and true enough, Junghan was standing there holding grocery bags in his arms wearing his usual oversized colorful jacket and khaki colored pants.

You and Junghan both looked at each other with mouths dropped down to the floor before you looked back at Jungkook, who had the same smirk tugged on his lips, clearly amused at the whole situation.

Jungkook bends forward and leans in to your face, his voice in a lower tone but still audible enough for his brother to hear, “Probably shouldn’t take your top off so leisurely around the house anymore, huh?” He grins and winks at you, causing you wince and force an awkward smile, internally cursing yourself at everything that just happened.

“Anyways, I should probably rest up in my room. See you around,” Jungkook flashes you a smile before placing a chaste kiss on your (now dry, because your body had frozen up) forehead before walking away from you, taking the charger and dangling it in his other hand. He taps his confused looking brother on the shoulder before turning his head back to take one last look at you before walking out, leaving you and Junghan staring at each other in shock.

Junghan walks in slowly and sets the bags of grocery on the floor, shutting the door behind him.

“What the fuck just happened?” He asks you, eyes wide in anticipation.

Your mind replays everything that had happened between you two. Was Jungkook really just about to kiss you minutes before? Heart racing, you clutch on your chest from underneath the blanket he had covered you with. No way was Jungkook back. No way is he back and looking even more attractive than he did the last time you saw him. Not when you had just gotten over your small crush on him a couple of years ago.

The heat returns to your body, but it mainly pools on your cheeks. You look back at your best friend, but no words of explanation come up.

“Believe me, I’m asking myself the same thing.”

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