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That Herrmann/Halstead DNA (Chapter Two)

Summary: This is Part Twenty-One of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz/Original Female Character, Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Assorted OC Couples

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Injury, Assault, Stabbing, Gunshot Wounds, Blood and Injury, Whump, Trauma, Eventual Hopeful Ending

A/N: I received my degree from the medical school of Television Drama which means while things might not (*cough* will not *cough*) be accurate, they will be exciting. *jazz hands*

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Sam

Sam jogged out of the coffee shop and passed one of the iced coffees over to Tay who was leaning up against the side of their patrol car.

“Extra shot of caramel, as requested,” he said around a slurp from his own straw.

They were having a painfully slow shift, but both of them knew better than to comment on it. That was basically asking for chaos to rain down. So, here they were, pointedly ignoring the quiet while they circled their beat and kept cool and caffeinated.

Their radios crackled to life and Tay slumped against the door, “Oh, thank god.”

Finally, some action. Hopefully, anyway.

The two of them listened carefully as dispatch reeled off the codes—an armed assault in progress, suspect still on the scene.

Sam’s heart stopped when they listed the address. “That—that’s Emery’s place,” he said and Tay’s eyes went wide. They both chucked their drinks in a nearby trash can and scrambled into the patrol car. Sam started it up, peeling away from the curb while Tay called in with them as responding.

Dispatch had backup coming, but they’d be first on scene since they were the closest unit.

Sam stepped on the gas.

Not close enough.

***

Jay

As soon as Bex screamed, Jay was out the door. Already kicking himself for stopping in the first place. Every second he wasn’t moving was another second of Bex trapped.

On her own against Ty.

He’d seen Platt picking up the phone out of the corner of his eye so he knew she’d be on top of making sure the ambulance and the patrol car Hailey had called for were en route.

Jay focused on weaving through the parking lot as he ran for his truck. Hailey fell into step beside him and he could hear the rest of the team heading for their own vehicles. He came up to the driver’s side door, keys in one hand and his phone in the other and—

He couldn’t—

He had to get in there and drive and get to Bex but he couldn’t let go of his phone. His only connection to Bex. He could hear the faint sounds of her struggling to fight coming through the speaker and he couldn’t—he had to hold on to it. She needed him on the line.

He couldn’t shake the feeling in his gut that if he let go, he’d lose her.

Hailey sliced through his crisis as she reached out and plucked the keys out of his hands. “I’m driving,” she said, pushing him toward the passenger side. “Go.”

They scrambled into the car and Hailey peeled out of the parking lot; engines roaring as everyone else followed close behind.

“I’ll get us there,” Hailey vowed.

Jay nodded, not able to speak, but he held onto her promise as he gripped his phone and hoped Bex could feel it too.

Hold on. We’re coming. Just hold on.

***

Bex

Bex danced back as Ty lunged at her once again. A streak of fire went through her side, matching the burning ache in the slice across her shoulder. She hissed and Ty laughed. Hopefully it was a shallow cut like the first one, but she couldn’t risk looking away to check it.

Bex tried to ignore the slick feeling of blood dripping down her skin.

She had to get rid of that knife.

Waiting for Ty to make his next move, she pivoted as he swung out and managed to smack his wrist. His hand was bloody enough that the knife flew out of it, clattering across the floor.

Ty growled and Bex’s head snapped back as he swiftly landed a hit. Spots blurred her vision followed by shocking bolt of pain.

No.

She shook her head, willing herself to keep it together. To focus.

Her eyes cleared in time to duck Ty’s next blow. Bex used his momentum to move in and hit him in the balls, shoving him away when he doubled over. Ty crashed into the armchair with a groan and hit the floor. The chair wobbled before falling down on top of him.

Strike and run, Hailey’s voice popped up in her brain. Go.

Right. Strike and run. Get away while you can.

Bex whirled around and took one step before pulling up short.

Emery. “Shit.”

***

Jay

Over the sound of the truck speeding down the road, they could still hear the noise of the fight unfolding. Jay’s heart thudded when Ty’s groan was followed by a large crash.

Had she managed to take him down?

He tried calling out to her. “Bex?”

There were footsteps. Then a half-sobbed curse.

“Bex!”

Hailey shot a piercing look at his phone and then bleak understanding filled her eyes. “She can’t leave Emery.”

Right on cue, a dragging noise filled the cab of the truck, followed by grunting from Bex.

“Come on,” she cried. “Come on. We can do this.”

A cough and a groan from Ty.

“No,” Bex whispering as the dragging picked up. “No, no, no.”

A screech of furniture across the floor. Heavy footsteps.

“She knows how to fight,” Hailey said quietly, fixing her eyes on the road as she picked up their speed. “She held her own against all of us.”

The fact that none of them had been actually trying to kill her hung as a heavy unsaid truth between them.

***

Bex

“You fucking bitch,” Ty’s voice rang out from the living room.

Bex looked frantically around the hallway for a place to hide or at least someplace to stash Emery, but everything was too far away.

Ty appeared in the doorway, face thunderous.

She gently lowered Emery to the floor and stepped in front of her. All that mattered now was keeping him away from her. Any way she could.

Bex’s heart pounded against her chest as she took a deep breath.

You have the element of surprise in your favour, the Hailey voice in her brain popped up again. But you can only use it once so make it count.

Bex let out a scream, as loud as she could, and charged at Ty. His eyes went wide as she knocked him back into the living room. She got a solid punch in before he rallied and hit her back.

She staggered to the side, trying to keep her feet. Before she could get her bearings, Ty was on her, gripping her tight, lifting her—

And throwing her into the bookshelf.

***

Hailey

They listened as Bex yelped and then a huge crash sounded.

Jay closed his eyes, pressing his phone against his forehead.

Hailey went right through the next red light.

***

Bex

Bex lay on the ground, surrounded by books and broken glass. Her ears were ringing and everything fucking hurt. The floor underneath her vibrated as Ty thudded closer. She opened her eyes to see him looming over her.

He smiled, revealing bloodstained teeth.

***

Jay

Jay flinched at the dull sound of every blow Ty landed. His scream for Bex to ‘stay down’ crackled through the speaker.

Jay was going to kill him.

After they got Bex out of there, Jay was going to fucking kill him.

He held onto his phone, squeezing it so tight he half expected it to crack, and startled when he heard someone talking. He tilted the speaker closer, listening.

But it wasn’t Bex.

Jay glanced over at his partner. Hailey was gripping the wheel so hard her knuckles were white, staring down the road as she whispered, “Get up, get up, get up, get up…”

***

Bex

Bex couldn’t breathe.

She was half-curled up, trying to ward off Ty’s blows, but he was relentless.

Get up, Hailey whispered at her.

I can’t, Bex shrank into herself. I can’t.

The Hailey in her brain wasn’t having any of that. You get up or you die, Bex, so get the fuck up.

Bex cried out. Everything hurt. She felt torn up and broken inside.

She couldn’t—

Oh, god, but she couldn’t die like this either.

She had to get up. She had to get.

The fuck.

Up.

Bex cracked open her eyes and caught a flash of something by her head. A large chunk of glass from one of the broken picture frames. Yes. She reached out, curling a hand around it.

Ty took the opportunity to kick out at her unguarded stomach and she slashed down, stabbing the glass into his calf.

He howled.

Fucking music to her ears.

Gathering all of her energy, Bex scrambled to her feet while Ty was crouched over, grasping at his leg. She cast around, looking for something, anything—there. Bex grabbed the lamp from the side table and smashed it over Ty’s back. He went to his knees with a grunt and Bex stomped on his injured leg.

He cried out, falling to the floor. Bex was already in motion, grabbing the second lamp and bringing it down on his head.

Ty stopped moving.

Completely.

She didn’t stop, couldn’t stop to think about what that might mean. Taking the cord from one of the lamps, Bex ignored her own aching body and pulled his arms behind his back to tie his wrists together. At least she’d hear him if he woke up and tried to get out of it.

Bex tried to stand, falling down again before forcing herself to her feet. She gripped the couch and then the wall as she made her way out to the hall.

To Emery.

“Emery.” Bex fell to her knees beside her, shaking her gently. “Emery!”

There was no response and she was—oh, no, no, no—so still. Bex reached out with shaking fingers to check her pulse.

“No,” Bex cried. “No, come on, Em. Don’t do this.” She started compressions. Her wrist, her shoulder, every part of her was screaming in agony, but she didn’t stop.

She couldn’t stop.

***

Sam

The brakes of their patrol car screamed as Sam slammed to a stop in front of Emery’s house. He wrenched open the door, slamming it behind him before running towards the front door. Sam took out his gun, glancing back at Tay who nodded at him, and they eased their way inside.

He fought to keep it together at what they found.

Emery lay unmoving on the floor of the hallway while Bex kneeled over her, sobbing her way through compressions. He took a step toward them and Tay grabbed his elbow.

“We need to secure the scene,” she murmured and Sam tightened his grip on his gun.

He knew that. He fucking knew that, but he—

He locked down his churning emotions and nodded at her. They stepped forward together, moving around the smears of blood on the floor. Bex hadn’t said a word to them yet. Sam wasn’t even sure she’d realized they were there.

Her quiet pleas followed them into the living room.

“There,” Tay jerked a nod and Sam followed her gaze to the top of a head on the floor, poking out from behind the couch. They rounded it to find Ty unconscious on the floor with his hands tied behind his back.

“Jesus,” Tay breathed out. She looked up at Sam. “I’ve got this,” she said. “Back up’s almost here. Go. Go help Bex.” He caught the faint sound of sirens drifting in through the front door and nodded, squeezing her arm in thanks.

He bounded back into the hallway, being careful to preserve the scene as much as possible and fell to his knees beside Bex.

“Bex—”

She screamed, her hand flying up and he caught it before she connected with his face.

“Bex, it’s me,” he said gently. “It’s Sam.”

She blinked and her hand flexed in his grip. “Sam?” Her eyes went wide and she shuffled back, gesturing to Emery on the ground. “Help. Help, please. You have to—I can’t—it’s not working—”

“It’s okay,” he said, moving in to take her place and start the compressions again. “I’m here. It’s gonna be okay.”

He pressed the words into Emery and prayed that they were true.

***

Jay

Jay had his door open and was leaping out onto the sidewalk before Hailey had a chance to come to a stop.

“Jay!” she yelled. A faint ‘jesus christ’ following behind it, but he was already at the porch and heading inside. The ambulance had pulled up at the same time and he left the door wide open for them to come through.

He saw the blood trail first, stomach lurching as he followed it to where Sam and Bex were kneeling beside a prone Emery.

“Bex!” Jay darted around Sam and crouched down next to his sister who was—god, a fucking mess. He fought the urge to scoop her up in his arms, not wanting to hurt her any further. “I’m here,” he said, trying to catalogue her injuries through a careful once over. “It’s okay, Bex. We’re all here.”

“Emery,” she gasped, turning back toward her with shaking hands. Jay followed, finally getting a good look at her as well and he swallowed a curse. Sam was still doing compressions and by Jay’s count, had been for a few minutes now.

Shay and Brett came clattering in with a gurney, quickly taking over. They hooked Emery up to a monitor and got Sam to halt compressions. Everyone held their breath for a moment before the machine finally beeped.

“Got a pulse,” Shay declared, giving Sam a nod.

He let out a shaky sigh, standing to move out of the way as Shay and Brett began dealing with Emery’s wounds, preparing to transfer her onto the gurney. Hailey came up beside them as the rest of their team filed in along with another set of patrol officers.

“I’ve called for another ambulance,” Hailey said and Sam shot her a look.

“Better make it two,” he said, jerking his head toward the living room to where Ty must be and one of the patrol officers immediately got on their radio to put in the request.

Jay helped Bex get to her feet as Shay and Brett loaded up Emery. “I should—I should go with her,” Bex stammered out as she jerked forward, reaching toward the gurney. “She shouldn’t be alone. She needs someone with her.”

Bex was so focused on Emery, she missed the grim little headshake Shay gave Jay.

fuck.

He stepped in front of Bex, blocking her path. “You gotta stay here,” he said gently. “The other ambo’s coming and they need to check you out.”

“No, Jay—” She kept looking between him and Emery. “No, I’m fine—”

“No, Bex." Jay tried to keep his voice even, but it broke over his next words. “You’re not.”

“Someone has to be with her,” Bex said, her voice rising as her breath started to come faster. She gripped Jay’s arm, leaving a bloody smear on his wrist. “We can’t leave her alone—”

“I could—I could go,” Sam broke in. He looked at Jay with raised eyebrows, asking silent permission. He shouldn’t leave his partner, but there were enough people on the scene—

“He can go,” Voight’s gravelly voice came from behind them. He stepped up to their group and nodded at Sam. “Stay with her and keep us posted.”

“Yes, sir.” Sam ducked his head gratefully before turning back to Bex. “I’ll be with her, Bex,” he promised. “For as long as they’ll let me.”

***

Bex

Bex watched Emery get wheeled out, Sam following close behind.

They got her pulse back. Shay and Sylvie are the best. They’ll make sure she gets to the hospital.

They would.

They had to.

Jay put a hand on her arm, pulling her out of her thoughts when a fresh burst of pain hit at his action. She gasped and he instantly let go.

“I’m sorry.” He held his hands up, stricken. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Bex said, trying to breathe and even herself out. “I’m okay.”

“We need to get you sitting down.” Jay moved to guide her down the hall and she let him steer her until the reached the living room. She halted in her tracks.

“Ty—”

“Isn’t going anywhere,” Jay assured her. “He’s still down and he’s cuffed now. Tay and Ruzek are on him so don’t worry.”

Bex risked at glance over at that side of the room and caught Adam’s eye. He gave her a solemn nod. Okay. That was—that was good. She was vaguely aware of Kim and Voight and the rest of the team scattered throughout the room.

“Come on,” Hailey said, coming up on her other side. “Come sit.”

Hailey.

Bex had to tell her—she had to let her know. “Hailey,” Bex reached for her, tangling their hands. “Hailey, I didn’t stay down.”

“I know,” Hailey whispered back, her eyes shiny. “You got up. You did so good, Bex.”

“I got up,” Bex repeated, turning toward the couch. She stumbled forward. Her legs felt like jelly all of a sudden and she couldn’t—she couldn’t stop shaking. She tried to take a breath, but it hitched, not going deep enough.

Her head swam and she looked around for Jay. “Jay—”

He stepped in front of her with a frown, trying to get her to look at him, but she—

“Bex?” He sounded so far away.

“I can't—” was all she managed to get out before everything went dark.

***

Mouse

Mouse jogged up the stairs, whistling to himself. He hadn’t finished all the files, but he knew it was just busywork Voight had stuck him with to get him out of everyone’s hair. Whatever was left could wait because he had plans.

Plans with his favourite girl.

He came around the corner and plopped the files down on Sergeant Platt’s desk. “I’ll do the rest of these tomorrow,” he said, grinning down at them. “And don’t even bother asking me to stay late because I’ve got a date.” Hey, that rhymed. He chuckled to himself and waited for the inevitable roasting from Platt, but was met with silence.

He turned to her, his next joke dying on his lips at the look she was giving him.

Her face was grey; the lines on it impossibly deeper than they’d been when he’d seen her only thirty minutes ago. “Mouse,” she began, his name a broken and choked off whisper.

“Sarge, what—” Mouse forced the question out even though he knew with every inch of his being that he didn’t want to hear the answer. “What happened?”

Click here to read Chapter Three. Click here to read Chapter Four. Click here to read Chapter Five. Click here to read Chapter Six. Click here to read Chapter Seven.

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sashimiyas · 1 year

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A Bitter Blend

Summary: you’re a barista and Kishibe is your regular though he’s far from it

Word count: 2k

Genre: angst but like soft angst? idk, if you’ve read any of my works you can recognize it’s not explicitly angsty, more bittersweet i guess; coffeeshop au; implied age gap

Warnings: mentions of blood; description of an attack; mentions of alcohol, food, and obviously coffee

A/n: missing my coffee shop job it seems; fun fact, i would write the monthly newsletter for my coffee shop to promote community and it was chock full of stupid coffee puns. my favorite month was febrewary

It starts with doing your job. You greet at every ding of the door, him no different.

“Good morning,” you chirp effortlessly. The words are meaningless along your tongue, palaver in the form of customer service. “Thank you for choosing our store. What can I get started for you?”

Regardless of your height, he peers down at you from a place above. A diminutive feeling that makes it hard to keep your cheery composure. It might be a trick of the light, but you swear you watch his tongue run down the inside of his cheek, tracing the inner of his scar. What story is associated with an injury like that? You wonder, but force your gaze back to his eyes, doing your best not to be impolite.

You’re caught, you realize, when he smirks at you. A small tilt on the scarred side of his lips, he runs a weathered hand, deep wrinkles indenting his knuckles, across his jaw. You hear the minute schwick as he scratches at the prickles of facial hair there.

“Coffee,” you suck your teeth between your lips at the answer, take one extra long blink with it to restrain yourself, because obviously he wants a coffee if he’s in a coffee shop.

“Large,” he finishes and tosses down an exceptionally grand bill, “black.”

Then he walks away. A small brisk in his step, he places his hands in his pockets, and stands near the exit. He watches you from where he is. Not a single word is spoken and he leaves without one glance back.

You don’t see him until months later. He’s forgettable until he isn’t. The same low cost, back alley haircut, same stitched scar that makes something constrict in your chest, but his movement falters. His overcoat whips against his thigh as he limps his way to you. You glare down at the uneven tempo of his dress shoes, a rich suede splattered with something even darker.

He looks at you, waits for you to say something outside of your regular greeting.

“Coffee,” he finally states when you don’t, “large. Black.”

You already know from just the uniform he wears, the scars and hollow look in his eye, that this is something he is accustomed to, something that you’ll never understand. When your greatest horrors are cleaning the bathroom of a lactose intolerant customer who’d basically just consumed a very dairy beverage, his must be actual torment. He must be plagued by devils and not only of the ones of his own creation.

“You look like you need a little more than that,” you point at his injured leg with your sharpie.

He doesn’t laugh, but he does smile. The distorted kind that makes you feel bitter and sweet and angry and forgiving, “you’ve got rum?”

“No.”

“Then that’s all I need.”

He ruffles through his overcoat pockets. The sleeve of his button down peaks out and you witness faded blots of iron, as if they’ve been scrubbed to remove saturation but not stain, taint white.

“You need a doctor.”

“Alcohol’s my medicine.” He drops the same denomination from last. The man makes a move to walk away again, but stops at the sight of your expression. You’re intently glaring at him, unexceptionally pleased with the interaction. It doesn’t matter who he is or what he does, he’s still only human.

“Don’t make such a pretty face like that,” a hand covers his mouth, traces the line of scruff along his jaw, and when he removes it, you swear you see an edge of amusement. “The ones that get mad at me are the ones I like best.”

You make it a point not to think of him, not to look up at every jingle of the door, not to frequently check the cambro if you need to brew more. He’s despicable, purposely enigmatic just for the opportunity to be annoying.

But it’s been months again and as you wipe the crumbs off a table with an overused sanitizing cloth, your thoughts go in a direction you’d rather avoid.

What if he’s dead?

Checking the news hadn’t been a habit before but curiosity does often get the best of you. You don’t even know his name, but occasionally on your break, you’ll watch anyways. Hopefully the next time you see him, it won’t be on a screen.

The sword devil is apparently running rampant in the streets of Japan. You listen to the crisp vowels of the reporter, spoken straight from the diaphragm as you bask in the peace your coffeeshop porch has to offer.

The bumble of the morning is drowned by the sound coming from your earbuds. There’s no reason for you to look up, but you know the heat of that stare anywhere.

“You,” the man says with one foot in the door and out the other.

Your index finger traces the edge of your ear, removing one of the devices. It prompts the newscast to pause, “you.”

He raises a brow, “that’s not very welcoming.”

You pinch your lips, doing your best not to look irritated at him with the memory of his last words replaying in your mind.

It’s like him to say something stupid.

You glance down at your imaginary watch, “I’m not on the clock.”

He nods and there’s this strained silence as he obstructs the entryway to your shop. He opens the door wider, presses his frame against it so people can move in and out but it still makes for awkward movement.

There’s something about him that upsets you, the distance that he keeps. Interacting with customers is seamless and people for the most part are easy to read. You have the same exact conversations with regulars over and over again.

(How are you? Oh, you know. Yeah, I know. On your way to work? As always. Have a good day at work. You too. See you tomorrow! See you tomorrow.)

Even the ones who aren’t even looking for a conversation, the ones strictly there for caffeine, you speak to in familiar head nods.

But this guy? It feels like he’s always one step away from disappearing. At least the Pollock painting has been wiped free from the suede of his shoes.

“You’re back.”

I’d been thinking of you. You would normally tell a regular customer. He’s beyond regular so you leave it at that.

He nods. A set of teenagers pass him onto the street and you debate putting your ear bud in. There’s little time left of your break and spending it with this alcoholic of an old man is one of the least appealing ways to end it.

“You’re still here.”

The surprise in his tone makes you respond quickly, “of course I am.”

He starts to shake his head, as if to deny the fact before his very eyes, but he stops himself, tucking his chin in for one single and sharp nod.

“Why do you–”

“Sometimes people aren’t meant to stay. Keep that in mind.”

You want to say something but his overcoat whips back. And he enters your coffeeshop, one foot in. The second foot comes after.

He comes and he goes. Waits for his door near the door. Years go by and you continue making coffee with the news playing in the background.

It’s been a while since you’ve had a proper breath and your vision goes dotted. The world is blurry and unfocused and maybe you’d been too harsh on him.

For a man to experience this, to seek devil and death so outrightly, you should have known he’d always been in a plane out of your reach. How could your experiences compare to his? When all your worries are selfish, meager things, like your apartment being too cold or the price of daikon going up?

Is this what he goes through every day? You look at the grotesque form of a human and sword, grappled by neck with dangling legs. Is this what he sees? Is this where he goes when he’s not ordering the plainest request in your coffee shop?

Your grip on the sword devil’s wrist goes limp as you resign to your fate. Closing your eyes, you don’t realize what’s going on.

In an instant, you’re falling, breathless now in flight. You land in someone’s arms and start hacking into their knee. They rub your back and from the precipices of your vision is a showdown of sword and knife. Steel, blood, metal, it is all overwhelming and it takes minutes for you to regain clarity again.

When you look up, the remains of the sword devil is splayed across the streets of Japan rampant no more and above it is him. He lingers on the sidelines while the medics check your injuries and when they look away, you rush from the scene.

“What are you doing here?” The man is quick to notice your absence.

Maybe this isn’t the right way to cope but you want to run away. You want normal. You want the smell of roasted beans and toasted pastry.

“You weren’t at work.”

Look at him, still saying the most stupid of things. “Obviously. I was busy getting close to murdered. What are you doing here?”

“My job,” but the answer is uncertain and maybe just the slightest bit scared. You turn to face him one more time. He’s close, closer than he’s ever been and without the brew of coffee, you can smell the rum that’s permanently stained on his lips.

“And I’m going to mine.”

“You need a doctor,” he’s firm with this. The muscles in his jaw dance along his papery skin, dried by so many years around the sun. Without the register separating you two, you can see the peaks, ridges, and valleys along his face, the vestiges of a handsome man. Age had done a number on him but maybe the culprit is trauma or stress.

“And why would I need that, Kishibe? When coffee is my medicine?”

He ignores your pointed statement. “How do you know my name?”

“I heard one of your coworkers say it.” If there’s one thing you want to retain from this incident, it’s that. At least now you know what to look for in the obits. “Now quit following me. I can go to work by myself.”

“I’m getting a coffee. You happen to be going in the same direction so why don’t you let me walk you?”

“So you can walk back out again?” You’re done with this elusive game he’s been forcing you to play. He only answers with silence and a defensive glare.

But you’ve spent years serving him coffee, picking up all the crumbs he likes to leave behind. There’s no way your heart can take this anymore, this vague relationship he’s begun and maybe it’s all on your end, self imposed by a sincere worry for his well-being, but then why? Why does he always come back?

“Make a deal with me.”

Kishibe ruminates, “like a contract?”

“Sure.”

“What is it?” he runs his hand along his jaw. You’ve noticed it’s a nervous tick. His fingers like to find the grooves of his scar and you think it’s because it reminds him that he’s still alive.

“I’ll stay. I’ll be there to brew your coffee. Large and black,” you point at him, “but you have to come back. You have to make sure you come back.”

“Is that it?”

“And maybe you stay.” You grow quiet at the suggestion. He gives you an amused huff when you look at him. A smile that encourages you on, “Stay and have a cup with me.”

After a moment, his overcoat ruffles as he shrugs, “I’ll try.”

“That’s all I can get out of you, isn’t it?” It’s not exactly what you want, but as you’ve always known, the man in front of you is far from regular.

“Some people aren’t meant to stay, but I’m still here so might as well give it a try.”

#reina.writescsm #csm x reader #kishibe x reader #chainsaw man angst #don’t know how to tag in this fandom

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lazystar · 10 months

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The Office: Romance Day | Or The Office SKZ version

Word count: ~7.2K

Tropes/AU: Friends to Lovers, Fake Dating, Office AU

Age restrictions: 18+ MDNI pls! same w Ageless blogs TY :)

CW/ Content notes: Fem!Reader, ANGST, Himbo Changbin aka LOML, Author not knowing anything about corporate work, Cursing (it’s me y’all be fr), mentions of aliens (don’t ask), mentions of s*x with aliens like 2-3 times (again don’t ask but if you must ask it’s for comedy purposes no alien s*x happening here besties). Alcohol consumption and drunken behavior. Jeongin is a lil toxic when angy, sudden kissing but all parties are okay w/ it.

Y/N = your name, Y/E/C = your eye color, Y/H/C = your hair color

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You had never expected to become an employee at JYP Corp, let alone fresh out of university. You at an office job, in a cubicle? You would have laughed at the notion a couple years ago. But here you were, living in the big city of Seoul, at the top of the sales team at JYP. Before graduating university you had always imagined yourself as a star, or somewhere in the big leagues, but adulthood had changed you, you were happy living that basic life. That is, you were living a basic life until a certain man bumped into you one day three years ago on your way to the copier. That man was Yang Jeongin, a new member to your team who quickly became your best friend both in and out of the office. After the incident of him nearly knocking you over that day he had apologized via coffees and lunches for days and those meals had brought you two close. Conversations began with small talk, then office gossip, to now where you two could debate about if aliens would ever hypothetically be good in bed. He said no but you said yes. Resulting in the random airdrop of pictures of very disturbing fan art of alien characters and a text of “You mean to tell me you would let THAT hit? Side eye Y/N, side EYE.” It was safe to assume work had brought you together with your platonic other half.

But then even this dynamic was changed when you had caught the eye of one of the marketing team members, Changbin. He was attractive in a way that you couldn’t deny. He was sweet, charming, charismatic, funny, and honestly a great catch. But, he just wasn’t someone you saw yourself dating. However, where Changbin lacked was in his ability to accept a no when it came to dating. His ego was severely inflated, being the office crush for almost every other staff member, he just could not fathom that you didn’t see him that way. You had to take your lunches with Jeongin from the break room to cafès down the street to avoid the ever so charming male. Ranting to Jeongin about your misfortune of catching the eye of the office’s resident Gaston became a daily occurrence. At first Jeongin found it hilarious, but recently he’s begun to tell you to stop worrying about Changbin’s feelings and to focus on yourself. Jeongin had always said you were too nice for your own good and Gaston from Marketing as you two had once drunkenly dubbed Changbin truly started to make you realize this.

Everything changed though one mild December day, you had been able to spend some extra time on your work outfit and makeup before you arrived at the office. Your lips painted a festive red, which stood out against your black office dress and blazer. To put it simply you looked like a dream come true and just so alluring, like a Hollywood starlet, a vixen, the comparisons could go on for days as you seemed to collect admirers with every step. Even Jeongin couldn’t help but stare as you strolled over to your desk and let out a low whistle as you walked by. You let out a laugh setting your bag down and shook your head as he pretended to flex mimicking JYP’s resident macho man. Your laughter quickly fizzled out upon accidentally making eye contact with the marketing department’s resident heartthrob, who smiled at you and began strolling your way with a swagger and confidence that only told you he believed that upon the 83rd attempt to woo you he would finally see success.

As soon as your brain registered that Changbin was walking your way you quickly moved into Jeongin’s cubicle like a scurrying mouse. You didn’t even know why you went to his space other than to hide, even though Changbin had seen you, you two had made eye contact for heaven’s sake! Y/N what are you doing?! You weren’t even sure. What you knew was at this point you had exhausted every excuse, every gentle let down, basically every option you could think of to explain to the sweet muscular male that you were not interested in him being your office fling, rendezvous, anything more than a friend. Every option beside looking him in the eyes and explaining you were not the Belle to his Gaston, nor the Beauty to his Beast had been utilized and those last two were a bit harsh by your standards. So now you had to pull at straws for the one option you had left and it was the one you had come up with in the seconds you had before another riveting wink, smirk, “Meet me for dinner and drinks after work gorgeous?” combo came your way.

In Jeongin’s cubicle you met his raised brow and opening lips with a move that may just change your friendship as you know it, but like many great heroes in history you knew desperate times call for desperate measures.

“Don’t ask me any questions just please kiss me right now!” The panic in your whispered voice, your hand on his necktie, the pleading look in your eye’s conveyed to Jeongin your desperation in the moment. As Changbin’s footsteps approached closer and closer you pulled on Jeongin’s tie to bring his face closer to yours, he couldn’t help but smirk at your panic, his smirk was also was in response to the fact that you chose him to play your office lover, even if it was to get the office Adonis off your case.

“I have several questions, comments, and concerns but…okay.” He teasingly whispered back and cupped your cheeks, the warmth of his hands eased your rapidly firing brain synapses and his lips met yours. Your eyes naturally closed and you couldn’t fight the smile that made its way to your lips as you two shared the kiss. Your hands had almost settled on his arms when an awkward cough behind you cut off the moment between you and your best friend of two years.

“You know you really could have just said you and Jeongin were a thing, instead of giving me the run around Y/N.” Changbin grumbled. “I’m happy for the two of you though, genuinely, you make a cute couple.” His Hollywood smile shone at the two of you. His voice was bright and cheerful, but it also was loud, thus it carried across the whole sales department floor.

Soon enough the ruckus of “Wait Jeongin and Y/N are together?!” and similar statements rang over the clatter of keyboards and other office equipment. Your “relationship” became the coffee pot, water cooler, lunch room, basically entire office gossip. Floor by floor it became the hottest ticket at JYP Corp. The “Jim and Pam” of JYP, Y/N and Jeongin.

Two nights later over some wine and shitty reality T.V. you broached the subject with Jeongin. Pausing the latest episode of whatever toxic show you two had chosen to roast that month you looked at him, “Might as well play into it so why don’t we just be one another’s fake office date until it blows over?” your shrug and blunt tone baffled Jeongin ever so slightly. You didn’t seem to care one way or the other but it seemed like the logical solution to being the subjects of office drama.

“You’re fucking crazy Y/N, you know that? But fuck it, let’s do this.” He somehow had conjured up some legal pads and pens like a wizard, he scooted over so he sat closer to you as he drew up the “Jim and Pam Rules” which he had dubbed the guidelines to your forays into acting. The rules of fake dating in the corporate rule.

Rule Number 1. No stupid ass pet names

“Waitttttt. This means I can’t call you my pookie bear?” you pouted playfully.

“Y/N call me that and I’m exposing your alien fetish.” He deadpanned.

“IT’S NOT A FETISH I JUST THINK ALIENS WOULD HYPOTHETICALLY FUCK LIKE GODS!” A swift and perfectly aimed pillow to the head shut you up from your impending one-woman-debate regarding alien prowess in bed.

Rule Number 2. No catching feelings.

“Jeongin this isn’t some slow burn fanfiction or teen romance novel. You’ve seen me puke and cry simultaneously because that one ex boyfriend I had said I had weird eyebrows two years ago.”

“So this should be easy for me to follow.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?! Nevermind I don’t wanna know…I should have asked Felix from the Social Media team to pretend to date me instead. At least he would have been nice to me.”

“YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW! WORST FAKE GIRLFRIEND EVER ALREADY”

“RIGHT BACK AT YOU MEANIE”

Rule Number 3. We “break up” before the company New Year’s Party.

This way you two don’t risk getting into any cheating rumors if you somehow get drunk and find someone else attractive.

The two of you didn’t need to debate or bicker over this rule, it was logical, you wanted to subdue drama, not create more. So putting an end date on a fake relationship made sense.

Rule 4. Nobody can know it’s fake.

Self explanatory.

You didn’t create rules about cuddling, holding hands, kissing, or other forms of physical affection, because those had become staples in your friendship. Plus couples are affectionate, you need this to look real.

With rules in place everything seemed like it would go perfectly, nothing to lose, peace at work to gain. Like you had said this wasn’t a drama or like that. So you both set off on Operation Jim and Pam not knowing how truly drama-esque things would become.

A few days had passed and to your relief Changbin had been leaving you alone, as were any of the other office flirts and nosy colleagues you seemed to attract. This was more than likely due to how the office gossip began to report on your relationship with Jeongin. The talk of the office was now always about his morning routine that as your romance became public, revolved around you. Every morning you would find Jeongin waiting for you with your favorite coffee and pastry in his hands. He would escort you to your cubicle, pull out your chair, hang your coat up, and make sure you had what you needed. Before he would begin his work he would leave a sweet note on your desk stating how you were amazing at your job and to have a great day. At the end of the day he would wait for you to carry your purse, give you a sweet kiss on the cheek, and walk you home. He was the boyfriend drama script writers dreamed of. But you knew it was an act, but forgetting sometimes didn’t hurt, you were allowed to delude yourself that everything was real for a few moments a day. It was only fair that you permitted yourself that speck of happiness.

Outside of work he would be your best friend who would laugh with you about your odd obsession with aliens, who would rewatch Twilight, the Office, and other early 2010s media with you. This brought you to right now, the next meeting of the Jim and Pam Operation. You two had been invited to drinks with your coworkers the following weekend to celebrate surpassing your quotas last month and seeing a rise in profit margins over the past few weeks. The two of you had easily been able to use the quotas as an excuse to avoid answering relationship questions but now you would be unable to make excuses whilst surrounded by everyone who was a part of making these victories happen.

“How we met will be easy, everyone knows we met at the office. Hyunjin saw us bump into one another. He told me the other week if he had known you and I would have ended up dating he would have tried to play cupid so he could brag about it.” He noted sipping his glass of wine as the television flashed the iconic blue hues of the first installment of the Twilight series. “Pfft who really thought this movie was going to be so iconic? The plot though is atrocious. Think about it, Bella should’ve picked them both. Polyamory exists and it would have saved us so much bad writing. I stand by my idea that they honestly should have just dated each other. Bella gets two hot boyfriends, Jacob wouldn’t have been attracted to Refrigerator or whatever the hellspawn’s name was. So no creepy subplot to worry about. All would have been right in the world. ” You snorted at his monologue of how he would have made the Twilight universe sane with the introduction of polyamorous relationships and pelted him with a piece of popcorn. It hit him square in the cheek and you couldn’t help but laugh harder at his whiny pout as he rubbed where the kernel hit him.

“Focus Innie we need a solid story so we don’t get the office detective squad on our cases about how we aren’t actually dating. So we met at work, who confessed first, when did they confess, how, you know the details every grandma asks?” You count on your hands as he nods along. Neither of you had thought this part out before now.

“Okay let’s say I confess while we were having one of our lunches,you looked so beautiful in the sun at the café. Your eyes sparkled [Y/E/C] your hair looked so gorgeous and like a [Y/H/C] halp in the light. I was mesmerized and I just couldn’t stop myself and I confessed how I always found you beautiful and adored your personality as we got closer as friends. You returned my feelings, we hugged and kissed and the world stopped for a moment. Bam! Now here we are madly in love making everyone jealous of how perfect we are.” He smiled and you couldn’t help but blush and look away for a moment. You had this strange feeling in your chest and you couldn’t understand why his explanation made your heart beat just that much faster. You covertly pinched yourself and brought yourself back into the moment and looked back at him.

“U-hum yeah that-that’s perfect. When should we say you confessed, like how long had we been dating?” You stuttered through the question internally cursing yourself for being so affected by his words.This was all an act, this wasn’t real, don’t act like it’s real. You kept mentally repeating those phases like a prayer to the universe above. Until a snap, snap in front of our face brought you back to the present.

“Y/N are you okay? You spaced out for a moment”.” You nodded, not trusting your voice for fear it would crack and so would your ability to hold back on your newfound crush. He smiled and continued. “I said we should say 2 months ago, we loved the café during the fall so that makes sense and the time frame would be logical for keeping things low key until now.” You agreed, the conversation was over as was the film. The two of you cleaned up your mess and he left hugging you good night. You felt this odd weight in your chest. You didn’t know why, everything you and Jeongin are doing is pretend, so why does it feel so real sometimes?

Drinks were flowing as the celebration at Bar Levanter began to get rowdier. You had been glued to Jeongin’s side the entire night, his hand resting on your lower back, your arms wrapped around his bicep. You reminded yourself several times to begin asking him when he took up weightlifting as his muscles felt firm under your grip. You two easily bounced your story of your whirlwind romance from coworker to coworker. Until Changin swaggered up to the two of you. Bang Chan was trailing behind him shaking his head and pinching his nose bridge in frustration. Changbin and Bang Chan were best friends and the whole office knew it, however unlike Gaston’s sidekick LeFou in the movies, Chan didn’t go along happily with all of the antics Changbin would get into.

“Well well well if it isn’t the happy couple everyone’s been talking about! I didn’t get to ask you two how this,” he gestured towards your embrace with Jeongin, “happened. So tell me everything. I love romance stories and to be honest your relationship is adorable.” You and Jeongin went the extra mile cutting off one another’s sentences and giggling when you said the same things at the same time. To an outsider it truly did look like you both were infatuated with one another. It seemed to solidify yo Changbin that you were not interested in him nor would you be for a long time. You sipped a couple more cocktails, growing tired from the alcohol and socialization you found yourself curled up closer to Jeongin on the long bench of the booth you were sitting in. The two of you looked quite intimate, your chest was pressed against his left arm. Your right hand was playing with his hair at the base of his neck, the other playing with his fingers lazily. A soft yawn escaped your lips which you had taken your right hand from his hair to cover. He looked down at you, an endearing look on his face as your eyes met his, a grin spread across both your faces and giggles erupted between the two of you. The night was winding down and coworkers were pouring out the doors saying their goodbyes.

Jeongin kissed your forehead and tried to get you on your feet. He stood next to the booth encouraging you to get up so he could walk you home, he grew a tad frustrated as he spent minute after minute tugging on your hand. His frustrations faded fast as he began chuckling at how your tipsy state reduced the put together woman he knew as his best friend to a woman with the same level of pouty as a toddler. He’s seen you drunk on more than one occasion and he knew alcohol took your walls down and made you lose your sense of maturity, and your sense of reason when it came to doing a non preferred task. Jeongin sighed shaking his head, then tilting it he silently beckoned you to leave. He went so far as to raise a brow giving his “Y/N this is your last warning face.”. But you ignored it and wanting to stay in your comfy spot on the bench.

“Innieee I don’t wanna leaveee!” You stomped your heel clad foot on the hardwood, sticky floor of the bar, your arms were crossed with an exaggerated pout on your lips. You repeated the motions a few more times, shaking your head in protest.. Before you could escalate to a drunk toddler tantrum, Jeongin tsked at your behavior and cut you off.

“Darling it’s late, it’s almost midnight, I need to get your drunk cute little butt home before you do anything stupid, and so I know you make it home safe baby.” He chastised you. A giggle rang from your lips at his words, his choice to mention your ass of all things was incredibly surprising.

“Wait YOU just said my BUTT is cute?! You never say stuff like that to me, Innie!” You bowled over cackling like it was the funniest thing you ever heard. Jeongin sighed, rubbed his temples, and proceeded to scoop you up bridal style in his arms. He tightened his grip on your legs and torso as you briefly thrashed about. He hated playing babysitter but for you he would do it all, plus he got to make fun of your antics whilst you complained about your hangover.

“PUT ME DOWN! HEY!” Jeongin shook his head and carried you out of the bar. Your exclamations of protest and questions of what Jeongin meant by you having a “cute butt” fading away as you two left the bar.

Changbin had watched the scene and your response to Jeongin made him question the whole relationship you apparently had with Jeongin. He looked over to Chan.

“If you had been dating someone for say two almost three months you’d probably accept that they’d compliment your body right?” He asked, taking a swig of his beer.

“Yeah? Why?” The Aussie member of marketing responded.

“Y/N seemed almost shocked Jeongin ‘said she had a cute butt’. Now don’t get me wrong she’s adorable, you know how big my crush was on her for months.” Changbin sighed thinking briefly about if he had made a better move before Jeongin, he would have been the one you looked at with stars in your eyes and he would have been the one to carry you home tonight.

“I mean it’s their relationship but that is a little weird if you ask me. It did seem kind of sudden that they amped up the romance factor after you saw them kissing, and the kiss kind of came around when you tried to rev up your terrible ways of asking her out.” Chan pointed out.

“That’s the last time I take dating advice from Seungmin and Han. Yikes. But you’re right something seems a little fishy. I don’t want to start picking it apart though. It’s not our place to do that.” As Changbin said, the little devil on his shoulder began to speak right in his ear. Well whose place is it but yours, this could be your chance to get in between them.

Nothing between you and Jeongin had changed after that night. You two still had your movie nights, karaoke, lunches, and your other activities. While smiling with him on the outside, on the inside your heart was slowly breaking, time was flying and the party was now only two weeks away. The past few weeks had made you notice more of the features in your best friend that you overlooked previously. How his dimples grew deeper as he grinned, the way his eyes would smile with him, the way his hair fell in soft waves, the smell of his musky yet floral cologne, the way he’ll subtly smell the perfume you wear by nuzzling into the crook of your neck during hugs. Most of all you noticed how he made you feel like home. You had broken the most sacred rule among the ones you and Jeongin drafted. Rule number 2, you had caught feelings. You knew you had to end things fast, you couldn’t risk dragging your heart through this any longer. The next day you had told Jeongin to meet you outside for lunch instead of walking with you from your desk like usual. He didn’t say anything but the quirk of his brow before the thumbs up he gave in response told you he knew something wasn’t right.

You urged him over to the side instead of heading to your usual café right away, this made his suspicions grow even more and the classic eyebrow quirk and questioning gaze you had grown infatuated with almost made you decide to go back on your plan but you stood firm. You knew for the sake of the ruse you had to end things publicly with some coworkers in earshot so you chose the front of the building on the benches.

“Jeongin, we should break up. This needs to end.” You said as soon as both reached the cold gray concrete benches that resided just outside the behemoth office building. His eyes widened in horror, his hands slightly shook, he gaped at you, he had several questions milling around his mind. He had forgotten the inevitable break up, having fallen into a happy routine by your side. You knew you had to rip the bandaid off no time like the present to do so. He sat down, body shaking with emotion and he looked to you, your calm expression making him wonder what you felt to lead to this choice. Was this the end of your friendship?

“What do you mean? We’ve been so good together, this has been working so well? Why?! Give me a reason, something! You can’t just drop this on me like it’s okay!” His voice was quiet and cracking from the turmoil that fueled him with every syllable. He looked everywhere but at your face as he spoke, you were grateful he didn’t look at you. If he did you would have probably taken your words back and apologized whilst covering his face with lipstick coated kisses. You had to remain firm, you were hurting yourself with this plan, you had gotten so caught up in the act of lying you had forgotten to be true to yourself and now two people were hurt. You were breaking your own heart, you didn’t know however, how badly you had destroyed his.

“It’s time Jeongin, you and I both know what I mean. I adore you but it’s time to call it quits, you’re my best friend and I think we should go back to being friends.” You practically whispered. “Thank you for everything you have done for me, you will always be my best friend, never forget that.I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you beforehand. I couldn’t think of how to approach this, please understand this is for the best.” You placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and gave him a soft squeeze before bundling your coat up tighter and walking through the cold late December snow. The white surrounding you glistened as the tears fell down your face. With every step the cracks in your heart deepened, every sniffle burned from the harsh winter air. It was like Mother Nature was punishing you for breaking your own heart. Your tears froze to your cheeks like icicles of heartache. The air in your lungs burned with every breath. Your walk home took much longer than usual, you had to stop and sit on snow coated benches to avoid running into others from how blurry the tears had made your vision. You were a wreck, shaking and sobbing, gathering looks from strangers. You couldn’t tell any of your friends the real reason you were so torn apart about this “breakup” without breaking a rule. You were in limbo grieving your romance that never was on your couch, alone. Absolutely heartbroken and alone.

Meanwhile on the bench Jeongin was still sitting, he shivered with every breath and his head was clutched in his hands. His teeth chattered from the cold wind whipping around him as his own tears froze to his skin. His chest felt empty, his heart cracked with each shaky breath he took in. His friend Hyunjin found him outside in his office coat shivering from the tears combined with the cold December air. Hyunjin consoled him for what felt like hours, holding Jeongin to his chest and rocking him like a child as the younger male sobbed.

After calming down Hyunjin escorted Jeongin to the sales team manager to discuss transferring teams. After discussing the matter the sales team manager Lee Minho knew for team morale and for two of the best employees at JYP it’d be best to keep you two apart in the office while you both healed. Minho emailed you too telling you he had some extra PTO in the budget and due to your diligence you had earned a few days off. You knew he likely saw everything as your breaks overlapped but accepted his show of sympathy as it granted you time to cry in peace.

Your long weekend ended the following Wednesday. You now had only seven days until the party and your heart was still smashed like a piece of pottery on the floor. Your ticket had long since been paid for as was the show stopping dress you had bought for the black tie affair. Every time you looked at that dress hanging in your closet encased in its garment bag you broke down. Jeongin went with you to find your party dress, the dress code had just gone out that day.

•Just after you two began fake dating•

“Black Tie? What does that mean, like we are all expected to be dressing like we are Will Smith in ‘Men in Black’?” Jeongin asks you as you both look at your phones reading the email. You point out the bottom where dress code guidelines are given and he gives a dramatic exclaim of, “Oooooohhh I get it now!” That same day you both go around Gangnam looking for gala appropriate clothing, thankfully your bosses had given company wide raises which allowed even menial employees like the two of you the luxury to afford clothing in the most expensive shopping district in Seoul. Jeongin had chosen his suit already and was waiting on you to try your final dress before you would resort to begging a friend for a gala gown of theirs. When you had stepped out in the dress you had chosen as your final pick Jeongin immediately faked a dramatic swoon and began to act as if he was worshiping you. You laughed slightly at his exaggerated reaction to the dress, he ended his little performance and sat back down in his seat to watch your own reaction to the dress.

You stood on the small podium in the shop and turned in a small circle showing off the dress’ ability to accentuate your curves and the right aspects of your body. The dress was a long slightly fitted gown with bishop sleeves, buttons down the bodice that perfectly matched the shade of the fabric, giving the gown a subtle classic touch. The deep v neckline accented your chest in a classy way that didn’t draw too much attention. The crimson color of the fabric enhanced every ounce of your beauty, looking in the mirror you didn’t see yourself the way you usually did. In that mirror wasn’t “Y/N the young woman working in a corporate job who was content with living a mundane life.” No, before you in your reflection was “Y/N, the young woman who had made early adult life her bitch” You felt like a queen, an ethereal goddess, a gorgeous, and powerful woman. You felt like every woman you had looked up to as you stared at your reflection.

You bought that red dress, but you didn’t buy the confidence it gave you. You couldn’t transfer the way you felt on that podium to your mental bank account to use as needed.

You didn’t know it at the time, but that confidence came from your hype man Jeongin’s support, and you couldn’t buy that either. you went home with a gorgeous gown and an air of elation around you.

•End Flashback•

The office felt lonely. You missed your friend, you missed your notes and coffees, you missed Jeongin being Jeongin. When you had come in you were quickly informed that Jeongin had transferred over to the international sales team and was the talk of their section of the buildingHe was a valuable new asset but he was apparently very quiet and avoidant of conversation. With his absence and the rumors already circulating about the breakup, Changbin had already swung back into action. He walked over to you as you were at the coffee machine preparing a cup to get you through the work you missed. Upon seeing him you began to abandon your Holy Grail of caffeine and walk toward your desk. He caught your wrist and gave you a pleading look.

“Hey Y/N, sorry about what I heard about you and Jeongin. Wait! Don’t leave just yet! Please! I have a little more I NEED to say. I’m sorry for not initially respecting you and your boundaries, I got some stupid advice and I uh have learned now not to take advice from others when one suggestion from them doesn’t work the first time around. Oh and uh not to keep asking someone out when they said no the first time.” His hand awkwardly rubbed against the back of his neck and he looked down. THE Changbin was nervous, looking like the human embodiment of the sweat drop emoji? Letting his guard down around you? You placed a gentle hand on his bicep and gave him the best smile you could. you knew that he needed some comfort. You could tell that this was eating at him a lot.

“Thank you Changbin, really. You’re actually the first person to just briefly talk to me about the breakup, everyone keeps asking questions instead of just saying

‘I heard about the breakup, that sucks. I hope you both are doing okay. let me know what I can do to help.’’ So thank you for just talking about something else even if it’s still dating related.” You mirthfully laugh and give his arm a soft squeeze and smiled kindly at him again. “You know I think we got off on the wrong foot Seo Changbin, friends?”

“Friends.” With grins on both of your faces you interlocked hands and shook like it was a business deal.

Your new friendship with Changbin was nothing like your friendship with Jeongin. Changbin would drag you to his workouts to teach you new techniques to add to your own very mild workout routine. He would be your cooking guinea pig. He would be the more wild person to get you out of your shell. But he wasn’t Jeongin, he wasn’t someone who knew you like the back of his hand, wasn’t as in sync with you, he was different. But leading up to the party, different was good, different was what you needed. Different wasn’t what caused your pain.

Jeongin heard about your friendship with Changbin and was seething. His mind raced with so many emotions and questions. Had you replaced him? Had he been so naive? Did he mean nothing to you? Was this all just a game? Had you ended both the ‘relationship’ and your friendship without really explaining to him? Was any of it real to you? The relationship with you was real from the moment he was able to kiss you better than the panicked one the day this fiasco began. To Jeongin it was real each time he would play with your hands and envelop your fingers in his. It was real the first moment he smelled the way your scented shampoo and perfume lived in harmony whilst you hugged. He was infatuated with everything about you, he wrote that rule whilst breaking it, he had loved you from the moment he agreed to kissing you. Now here you were playfully elbowing the man you wanted Jeongin to help you push away. Was this all a joke? Did you use him to get Changbin to change his strategy? He had no clue what to think or feel. All he knew was he was upset and he needed the truth.

The night of the party came and you and Changbin walked into the beautiful venue arm in arm. The company booked a glorious ballroom in a high rise building in Gangnam, with beautiful chandeliers and a balcony overlooking the city. The windows have a perfect view of what would be the midnight fireworks. The setting was glorious, the food was spread through the room so guests could mingle, and of course the alcohol was bottomless. A recipe for either a magical night, or a tragic night, you as the chef had to decide.

You and Changbin made your way to the balcony and he wrapped his suit jacket around you and you leaned your head on his shoulder. For a while you sat in silence watching the bustling city below you. The sounds of honking cars, drunken cheers, and music lulled you into a sense of melancholic peace.

“Y/N, so never told you but I figured out you and Jeongin weren’t actually dating.” He muttered quietly so no one else would hear him, unfortunately you were not so tactful. The gulp of champagne you had just taken was still in your mouth, however it quickly flew out of your mouth and onto the immaculate marble floor. No one thankfully saw your spit take. Trying to regain composure, you dabbed your mouth clean with a napkin and gave your friend a shocked glare.

“Wait, what, how, what, again huh?!” You harshly sputtered in confusion and slight panic. You were careful to keep your voice hushed even though you wanted to squawk like a panicked bird at this revelation.

“It was the bar night, you drunkenly questioned a compliment from Jeongin and acted like he never complimented you or your physical features and Chan and I found it weird and basically we ended up kinda analyzing how you two interacted. It almost seemed like you were faking a relationship, but I can see now your feelings for him were so real. You really loved him didn’t you?” Changbin opened his arms and you quickly found purchase gripping his shirt and nodding, you focused on holding the tears in as to preserve your makeup and his shirt. Changbin softly rubbed your back and whispered soft affirmations to you to help ease the pain. After seeing how hurt your breakup, if you could realistically call it that made you feel he knew he couldn’t have you, and he was more than okay with just seeing you happy, even if you had found that happiness in another man’s arms. He had mentally moved on from you being the object of his affection and already saw you as a good friend. His affections for you, now platonic felt much better. You gave Changbin a small smile, it didn’t quite reach your eyes. He gave you a knowing one back and brushed off your whispered words of gratitude.

The heartfelt interaction between you two was cut short by an angry Jeongin storming over. “Changbin, if you could excuse us for a few moments I need to steal Y/N for a few minutes to talk.”

“I- Y/N are you okay with this?” Changbin’s apprehension seemed to make the tension among the three of you grow like a bamboo stalk, sharply and quickly. You knew Jeongin and you needed to talk, you just wish it wasn’t right here and right now.

“Binnie I can do this, go have fun. We can talk later. I promise I’ll be okay.” You whisper and hand him back his coat. You quickly followed Jeongin down a corridor far enough from the gala to have a private talk.

“So I see you found a new best friend, or is Binnie your new boyfriend?” Jeongin’s voice was sharp as a blade, cutting you down with each word. Hurt and shock must’ve flashed in your eyes because before you knew it he had stepped back to add more distance between you two. He backed up against a wall trying to not make eye contact with you. “I’m hurt Y/N, fucking broken, you didn’t just fake breakup with me you ditched me for the next best thing, you fucking replaced me. For all I know I was a pawn to make him realize how you wanted to be treated, I could have been a tool to show him how desirable you were, or a tool to make yourself look better to others?! YOU GAVE ME NO REASON! Nothing! No communication either. You never once took a moment to check in on me, not a single time were you asking about my department change, it was like the next shiny thing came and I was forgotten in the mud like a toy, Y/N. Were you too absorbed in yourself to notice I was dying out there?” Your knees gave out as you slumped to the floor and sobs wracked your body. you had selfishly tried to guard your heart, and in the process you broke his and your own if you had been honest and told him your feelings, this wouldn’t have happened and you knew that.

“I don’t even know what to say to explain to you how undeniably sorry I am for what I did. I didn’t want our fake relationship to ruin our very real friendship and I guess it kind of did.” Your words cut Jeongin as did your tone of hurt and reluctant acceptance. You reminded him of how he never had gotten to really call you his, and him raising his voice in hurt may have made things worse. With nothing to lose he continued laying it all out to you.

“I guess you’re right. Well at least you’re happier now with him huh?” He sneered looking down at your shaking form. Your red dress was pitched up as you clutched your knees to your chest. All he could compare you to in his mind was the saddest gumdrop he had ever seen, and he just wanted to take it all back and hold you and say everything was fine. But it wasn’t fine and he was too far gone to stop.

“Why are you so upset I worked it out with Changbin and we’re friends now? Why is that such an issue to you? Communication is a two way street Jeongin and you never once reached out to me either. But that I guess is whatever, what isn’t is you being so mad I made a friend when I was also hurting. So again… Why. Do. You. Care?” By the end of your rant your finger was poking his chest on each of those four words. Your eyes boring into his and your glare matching his. The next thing you knew two hands were clutching your face and your back was pressed against the wall where he was previously standing. You both exchanged a heated kiss, teeth clashing together in an uncoordinated embrace, the kiss went from messy to passionate as you both found rhythm. Hands wandered briefly, panting breaths were exchanged. Saliva transferred from one mouth to the other as his tongue began to find its home in your mouth. It was a crescendo of emotions and need, the days of pining, embarrassment, and turmoil being left behind in exchange for desire, adoration, and pure magic. Your fingers quickly found his hair and his stayed on your cheeks gripping onto your skin like if he wasn’t holding you down you would slip through his fingers. He put every emotion he had into the kiss. Both of you felt hot salty tears run from your eyes as you parted to take deep breaths. Before Jeongin let his desire to kiss you again take hold of him, he knew he had to explain himself, he wish he could throw all of his mistakes into an abyss, but he knew he had to tell you the truth.

“Because I am so undeniably in love with you. I realized right after our plan was underway. I didn’t know how to tell you. I was instantly drawn to you, I truly didn’t know it was possible to meet a piece of heaven until I met you. That’s why I’m mad, because I could lose you, and losing you to him would break me beyond repair.” His voice cracked and cut in and out due to how hard he was fighting more tears.

“Jeongin look at me. Baby, look. at. me.” You tilted his chin with your fingers and looked directly into his watery eyes. “I ran away because I was scared, falling in love with your best friend is terrifying, the day I ended the fake dating was just after I realized how much I loved you. The day we got this dress, I realized I only wanted your opinion on my event wear because you made me feel beautiful. I fucking love you Yang Jeongin and that is terrifying to me.” At your confession, he pulled you into a warm embrace and nuzzled his head to your neck and inhaled the comforting scent of your perfume while you listened to his heartbeat as it settled. As you both hugged and whispered sweet words affirming your feelings for one another you heard a some exclamations coming from behind Jeongin. You had an instinct to look over his shoulder and there were Chan and Changbin exchanging cash with some other coworkers who had all bet on your relationship actually coming into fruition. As you smiled at the sight, you made eye contact with a beaming Changbin who held a big double thumbs up your way, you giggled and shook your head and looked up at your boyfriend, who was now very real. He smiled down at you and shared in your giggles of pure joy. The party began to grow into a full roar as midnight grew closer.

“5….4….3….2….1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

As one chapter of life closed and another opened, you shared your first very real kiss, of your now very real relationship. No rules, no faking, no bad pickup lines, and to Jeongin’s chagrin; a beefy new friend to help you get strong enough to carry Jeongin out of the bar when he’s too drunk. Who would have thought a less than stellar acting performance, coupled with some jealousy and a himbo sidekick was what was needed for JYP’s resident versions of Pam and Jim to get together after all.

The End

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#stray kids x reader #lazystarwrites #skz fanfic #jeongin x reader #skz x reader #kpop x reader #office romance #“y/n needs to be in the eras tour - my homie #jeongin be kinda a bitch - one of my beta readers

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random-mailbox · 11 months

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Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - Week 38 - What If

This week’s stories are all around “what if” theme as suggested by @areptiledysfunction1107. Even though technically all fanfictions can be classified as that, these take an extra step making that part of their plot. Also, don't forget about @usamamoweek2023!

As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries).

What if - @idesofnovember

I could not have had a “What If” list without this story. Usagi canonically always wants Mamoru (and everyone else around her) to have a chance at making their own choices and not be bound by destiny. One day she bring it up with Setsuna, who makes her learn her lesson the hard way that the timeline should not be messed with.

Fantasy - Lois Fogg

This one was recommended to me by Beej88 and is a fun AU that has magic, parallel worlds and constant questioning of what would happen with every decision. One thing to note, this story was almost sold to a publisher with changed names, so you may notice a few stray “May”s for “Minako” here and that's the reason why. Totally worth checking out though!

Space Bar - Beej88, @smokingbomber

In this short story, mostly told from Joey (Jadeite)’s perspective, readers get to see the dynamics get tested for Shittenou to come back into the fold of the guard. I love the fact that we get Kunzoi and Kunzite x Venus possibilities all in one story.

[side note: make sure you are logged into your AO3 account to access this story, it has been locked down with all the scraping and reposting on other platforms without writer consent]

The Chances We Don't Take - @floraone

The entire one-shot is Mamoru thinking about things he should have done differently when it came to his and Usagi's relationship and past interactions. All the points where if had said something or done something, where it could have led.

To Save a Light - @queenrisa14

Little Mamoru had basically given up. He knows that he is all alone and that there is no one waiting for him to get better and out of the hospital. Except that one special nurse explains that every person has a light inside of them, and that letting it shine brightly will help him find a new family and someone very special, whose light will make his shine even brighter.

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That's it for this week and the month of May! Here is the schedule for upcoming posts for June:

June 5 - Missing Scenes

June 12 - Green Jacket

June 19 - Dr Chiba

June 26 - Birthdays

Here are the links to the previous Tumblr posts in these series to explore more amazing works based on different themes - make sure to check them out if you haven't had a chance! (Click on title name to go to the post) - I will keep updating the list every week as new posts come up:

Week 1 - Groundhog Day

Week 2 - Established Relationships

Week 3 - Sex Positivity

Week 4 - Unfinished Stories

Week 5 - Darker Stories

Week 6 - Potions 🧪

Week 7 - Reveals

Week 8 - 👻Halloween🎃

Week 9 - Wrong Perceptions

Week 10 - Non-Senshi AU

Week 11 - In-Progress Fics

Week 12 - Mutual Pining

Week 13 - Enemies to Lovers

Week 14 - Slow Burn

Week 15 - Christmas Part 1 - Ugly Christmas Sweaters and Santa!

Week 16 - Christmas Part 2

Week 17 - New Years

Week 18 - High School AU

Week 19 - Slice of Life

Week 20 - Coffee shop AU

Week 21 - Huddle for Warmth

Week 22 - Friends to Lovers

Week 23 - ❤️Valentines Day❤️

Week 24 - Do a Grouch a Favour Day (or Cheer Up Fics)

Week 25 - Soulmate AU

Week 26 - Amnesia Fics (and resources)

Week 27 - 🍀St Patrick's Day🍀

Week 28 - Fix it Fics

Week 29 - Prompt: Mug

Week 30 - Flowers

Week 31 - Traditions

Week 32 - Dreams

Week 33 - Friends

Week 34 - Body-Swap

Week 35 - Medical Assistance

Week 36 - Sex Pollen

Week 37 - Psychometry

#sailor moon #usagi x mamoru #fic rec #fic list #sailor moon fanfiction #what if

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francium-hydroxide · 2 years

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random c!tntduo AUs:

• college debate club au

-> basically the election era but with 100x more tension

-> their debates usually take the cycle of having a normal civil debate, before one off topically attacks the other, this will then lead to a series a backhanded compliments.

-> c!techno and c!phil being the debate invigilators and just standing there awkwardly as c!quackity & c!wilbur basically flirt with each other on the stage like-

-> the winner isn't determined by who has the better argument but rather who could make the other more flustered

• pirates au( i blame my ofmd brainrot)

-> c!wilbur is a really clumsy & inexperienced pirate who really only became one to be free from the constraints of society

-> one day he was about to be killed by another pirate but oooh guess who magically appears & saves him

-> ding ding ding! yeah c!quackity, compared to c!wilbur, he is actually known to be the most terrifying, fearless & cruel pirate in all of the sea

->( but in reality he's actually really soft,, like really really soft)

-> I'm more or less describing the plot of ofmd( please watch the show)

-> you bet down the line there will be a bunch of intense sword fights as c!wilbur wants c!quackity to teach him how to be a better pirate.

-> *c!wilbur pinned to the ground with a sword against his jaw, gasping dramatically*: dear god you're not going to stab me are you?

c!quackity: well not in the face at least, can't be ruining such a pretty thing like that can we?

• detectives au

-> perhaps it's a sherlock & john type dynamic

->they meet bc c!quackity was trying to find a place to move into but bc rent is expensive as fuck he decided to live with a roommate instead, thus was introduced to c!wilbur through a mutual friend

-> turns out being roommates with a derranged consulting detective was more than he bargained for & he ends up finding himself in front of a new dead body every saturday night

-> c!wilbur usually stays up till ungodly hours of the night trying to solve cases & talks to himself in his sleep about in dept murders which often keep c!quackity up late at night, but at the same time, oddly comforting

-> usually i prefer c!wilbur being the malewife of the dynamic but you can't deny c! quackity making an extra pot of coffee for c!wilbur knowing that he'll but up late is kinda adorable

-> c!wilbur belittling c!quackity's intelligence (lightheartedly) but c!quackity will then unintentionally solve cases c!wilbur hadn't been able to solve for months, even years

• wild west au

-> i just put this au here for the sake of a duel & a rival type situation

-> imagining a c!quackity & c!wilbur standing back to back and taking a couple steps apart as they are preparing to shoot at the each other

-> but after the countdown, only silence can be heard, later a gunshot could be heard by c!quackity but the bullet was a deliberate mishot.

-> neither of them could bring themselves to kill the other

#tntduo #wilbur soot #quackity #dream smp #tntblr

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Ok so going back to the past d/s au, can we hear some ideas about the non sexual scenes you’d do with Pierre and Yuki? To gain their trust and maybe also to help them get into subspace in a healthy way? I love this au so much.

Of course!! I fucking love this AU so I’m more than happy to expand on it. I’m always excited to here things about this AU or to write some myself.

So firstly, I definitely think non-sexual scenes are the way to start off.

Ideally, you’d like to not actually Dom them for a good while, getting to know them as people first so that they can really learn to trust you.

But you can’t do that because they both need to be dommed so badly. Especially Pierre. Poor Pierre whose been trying to protect Yuki and always taking brunt of their past Dom’s punishments and has basically been living in permanent subdrop to prevent Yuki from getting it as bad as him.

They need to be dommed. Now. There isn’t time for you to have some coffee dates with them first.

So non sexual is the safest option. You’re not going near anything sexual until you’re 100% sure they will be honest with you about what they want and will actually use their safe words.

The most heartbreaking thing is how shocked Yuki when you hand him a pillow to kneel on. How he looks at the pillow in wonder because he can’t believe you care enough about his comfort to give him one.

Pierre doesn’t look at you in wonder though. He watches you with distrust, so certain that you’re just trying to lull them into a false sense of security and then pull the rug from under them.

But even so, the kneeling is good. You let them hold hands and praise them the entire time, thanking them for kneeling so beautifully and then letting them curl up together afterwards, cuddling close as aftercare.

From there, you try handfeeding. Which Yuki is overjoyed about and Pierre is once again uncertain.

But this is the scene where Pierre drops HARD into subspace because there’s something about being hand fed, kneeling a pillow with Yuki safe and happy next to him that just makes his body slip.

Yuki is as surprised as you are, but you quickly recover and praise them both, telling Yuki he needs to be an extra good boy so that you can keep an extra eye on Pierre. Yuki nods, determined to do so because he loves Pierre just as much as Pierre loves him.

Hand feeding becomes a stable for you. And slowly but surely, Pierre and Yuki start actually taking in between.

Yuki will complain about the gym session he had that morning while you feed Pierre and Pierre even starts telling you about his day or his plans while you feed Yuki.

You’d start having them walk around in only their underwear when it’s just you and them. Ideally, they would be naked for the true submission aspect to shine through. But you don’t want to push them too much.

Yuki is a little scared of this step, thinking about all the ways their past Dom abused their exposed skin. But actually it’s Pierre who reassures him? Because you’ve done nothing wrong up until this point. Maybe they should just try and see what happens.

The tipping point is one weekend where there’s no race and you take the two of them away. It’s just you and them, alone in a big house and you control everything they do, from what they eat to what they wear, when they shower, when they workout, when they sleep, everything.

Within an hour they’re both in subspace, and they spend the weekend like that, just floating in a light subspace and finally, finally feeling submission as they should have all along.

When you slowly bring them back up after that weekend, you know the worst is over.

#past d/s au #poly!pierre/yuki #pg #yt #sub!pierre #sub!yuki #poly!dom/sub/sub #gn!reader

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astralkoo · 3 years

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The Snack Thief (M)

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Genre: neighbors au, smut

Rating: 18+

Words: 6.4k

Summary: in which your annoying, younger neighbor has a nasty habit of breaking into your apartment late at night and stealing your food.

Warnings: strong language, technically breaking & entering, broke college student struggles, older!reader, Jungkook saying noona, explicit sexual content; sub!jungkook, dom!reader, blowjob, kitty gets ate, sixty-nine, very mild degrading (jk gets called a slut like once), needy jk, fingering (m. receiving)

— author’s note; it’s been a minute, hasn’t it? i’ve been trying to get back into my groove so hopefully this is the start of a very active and productive summer for my writing. also! this is cross posted on my new wattpad account bckupbabies so if you see it on there, that’s me don’t worry!

You woke with a start, heart pounding, skin drenched in cold sweat, fear gripping at your chest.

There's someone in your apartment.

It was a split second realization, one that ripped you violently from the gentle thralls of sleep and had thick, stifling terror settling like heavy stones in your gut. Sucking your lips into your mouth to prevent your breath from coming out too audibly, you strained your ears, listening carefully. At first, all you could make out was the soft whirring of the fan above your head. But then—

Thud.

In an instant, you were out from beneath the covers, a shiver rushing down your spine as the cold night air nipped at the exposed skin of your arms and legs. Instinctively, your hand shot to the nightstand, rushing over the smooth wood surface, seeking out your phone. Only— it wasn't there. Shit. You must've accidentally left it on the counter last night. Shit.

Gritting your teeth, you stumbled through the darkness, bracing a steadying palm against the wall to guide yourself across the bedroom.

"Where is it, where is it, where is it?" You hissed, searching blindly for the item you're always sure to keep near your bedside in case of a situation just like this. It didn't take long before your fingers grazed the smooth rubber grip of your old-reliable baseball bat. You let out a cautious exhale and moved silently towards the door, careful to avoid the floorboards that squeak.

Keeping your back against the wall, you stepped into the short hall. You could hear more clearly without the separation of your bedroom door; the heavy footsteps and low grumbling voice. It wasn't just your sleep hazed mind playing a nasty trick; there was someone in your goddamn apartment. A combination of fear and rage heated the blood currently rushing through your veins, the thundering of your pulse almost deafening in your ears.

Another loud bang sounded through your apartment and your shoulders tensed.

Were they even trying to be quiet? What a shitty burglar. They should've done their research before busting in. You were a broke college student working at a freaking campus cafe just barely able to afford paying your rent every month. The most valuable thing in your apartment was probably the ultra soft two ply toilet paper you'd splurged on last time you went shopping for basic necessities.

And you'd be sure to bash the bastard's head in before he could lay his greedy fingers on your precious two ply.

Letting out your fiercest battle cry, you swung your bat over your head and launched yourself out from behind the wall, poised for the attack. The man in your kitchen, who was elbow deep in your snack cabinet, shrieked (incredibly un-burglar-like, you might add). The sound was so high pitched and sharp that you flinched, startled as he whirled around clumsily, not only banging his elbows but tripping over his own feet in the process. You were barely able to catch a glimpse of his face before he fell, disappearing behind the counter.

But something about that scream was vaguely... familiar?

"Jungkook?"

The top of his head peeked out from behind the countertop, familiar doe eyes blinking back at you sheepishly. "Hi, noona."

The tension in your shoulders immediately melted upon realizing that you in fact not being robbed by an armed lunatic— rather, you were being robbed by your annoying next door neighbor. Again.

"Are you out of your mind?!" You hissed sharply, frustration flaring, "it's fucking three in the morning! Why the hell are you in my apartment?"

"I was hungry!"

"That doesn't explain why you're here!"

"I was craving ramyeon but I ran out! And– and you always have extra anyway so I thought you wouldn't mind!"

"Ha! You thought I wouldn't mind—" You gritted your teeth, on the verge of seething when you noticed he was still ducked behind the counter. "Why are you still hiding? Get over here." So I can beat your ramyeon stealing ass, you added in your head.

"Drop the bat— then we can talk." He bargained, nodding pointedly towards your weapon, still poised for attack.

Grunting, you reluctantly released the handle, letting it fall to the floor with a sharp clang.

Jungkook let out a low breath of relief, before meekly stepping out from his position behind the counter. Your eyes immediately dropped to his hands, still desperately clutching onto two packets of ramyeon.

Pinning him with a glare meant to reprimand, you crossed your arms firmly over your chest. "Jungkook, you can not keep—" your scolding was abruptly interrupted by a low, thunderous rumbling, your gaze jumping in surprise to the younger boy's face, which was now donning an embarrassed blush. "W– was that your stomach?"

Sucking his lips into his mouth, he nodded, head dropping in shame.

A wave of sympathy washed over you upon realizing just how hungry he must be. Any anger at having your sleep ever so rudely disrupted quickly fizzled out, the tension in your shoulders dissipating as he shuffled his feet shyly.

"Geez, this brat." You muttered under your breath, trudging over to where he stood and snatching the ramyeon packets from his grasp. He looked up at you with wide, pitiful eyes, and you could tell he thought that you were going to kick him to the curb. Instead, you jerked your chin into the direction of the couch and said, "go sit down while I make these. Don't need you hovering over my damn shoulder."

It would be a lie to say your heart didn't flutter a little at the sheer amount of excitement that lit up his face, pink lips breaking into a wide, uncontainable grin. Deciding not to push his luck, he quickly bobbed his head and scampered over to the couch, tossing a bubbly, "thank you, noona!" over his shoulder as he went.

You scoffed, though the corners of your mouth tipped upwards in spite of yourself.

The kid was cute. You'd give him that much. With those big shiny eyes and that stupid bucktoothed grin. Even if he was a perpetual trespasser and a food thief to boot, you'd let his little indiscretions slide... for now.

The ramyeon didn't take long to make, but, even all the way across the room, you could practically hear Jungkook's stomach growling up a storm by the time you were pouring it into two separate bowls. He was squirming on the couch, peaking over the back of it with wide, wanting eyes, damn near drooling at the mere smell of the sodium soaked noodles.

"Don't spill," you warned with a click of your tongue as made your way to the couch, handing him one of the bowls, "eat this, then go home, alright?"

Jungkook was already stuffing his cheeks before you'd even finished speaking, but he paused to pout over at you upon processing your words. "Noona..." he gurgled in soft whine around his mouth full of noodles, making sure to swallow before he finished, "why do you want me to leave so badly? You're hurting my feelings."

You scoffed as he pressed a large hand to his chest, wincing dramatically as if your words had somehow truly wounded him. "Do I have to remind you that it's 3am? I was sleeping. I would like to go back to sleep. I was having a very good dream before you fucking broke in to my apartment and tried to rob me." You hissed, plopping down on the couch beside him and shoveling your ramyeon into your own mouth.

Damn. That shit was good.

"I wasn't robbing you." He protested weakly. You raised an unconvinced brow. "Just... borrowing."

You barked out a laugh. "Oh? So you were planning to return all the snacks you were about to steal?" His eyes lowered, a guilty pout turning the corners of his mouth downwards. "Yeah, didn't think so."

"Still..." he grumbled bitterly, looking up at you through his thick lashes. "I'm much more fun than sleep."

You snorted. "I beg to differ."

There was an uncharacteristic lull of silence, and you spared a questioning glance in Jungkook's direction, not expected to be greeted by the astonished expression painted across his face.

He looked... genuinely offended.

"Noona," he sounded rather distraught as he set his half eaten bowl down on the coffee table before turning his body fully towards you, "how could you say that?"

Your brows lifted expectantly, confusion swimming in your gaze. "What?" You laughed lightly, not understanding why he suddenly seemed upset. You were just joking around... had you accidentally hit a nerve?

"You have fun with me." He insisted once more, a certain desperation to his words.

"Yeah... when it's not 3am."

"Liar." He scowled, gaze dropping to where his fingers were tracing miscellaneous shapes on the fabric of your couch. "That's when you have the most fun with me."

His voice had dropped into a low whisper at that last part, so you had to strain your ears a bit to make out exactly what it was he was saying. At first, you were confused. The most fun...? But then you saw the faint blush coating his cheeks, the shy fluttering of his lashes, the nervous fidgeting of his fingers...

And it clicked.

A few weeks ago, you did something stupid. Something you shouldn't have done. You'd given into urges that should have remained buried deep, deep inside of you.

"Jungkook." Your voice held a warning pitch as you growled his name. He shuddered ever so faintly at the shift in your tone and quickly turned away from you, snagging his lower lip tightly between his teeth.

"It's true..." he grumbled petulantly, kicking his foot lightly against the leg of your coffee table.

You stared at his profile through furrowed brows, gaze hard and unwavering as you set your own bowl onto the table. "We talked about this, Jungkook. We agreed not to bring it up again!"

"No, you— you made that decision all on your own." He protested quickly, thrusting an accusing finger in your direction. "I made no such promise."

"Jungkook," you sighed heavily, squeezing your eyes shut and pressing your fingers into your temples as they throbbed, "what I did—"

"We," he corrected, leveling you with a stubborn glare, "what we did. Stop acting like I wasn't a willing participant."

"You're a kid—"

"I'm nineteen! I can make my own decisions!"

"No. You can't."

At that, his expression hardened, lips pursing, fingers curling into tight fists, eyes flaring with determination.

"Watch me."

In the next second he was on top of you, straddling your lap, large hands cradling your jaw as he pressed his warm lips purposefully to yours.

Startled, your hands leapt to hold his waist, instinctively steadying him. The rest of your body remained stiff and unresponsive, frozen in shock from the sheer unexpectedness of the kiss. It wasn't until Jungkook let out a soft, pleading whine against your unmoving mouth that you were kickstarted back into motion.

"Jungkook," you gasped out his name, somewhat more breathlessly than you intended, hands rushing between your bodies to push him away by the swells of his firm chest, "w–what are you—"

"You want me." The younger boy swiftly interrupted, his warm breath caressing your lips as his fingers gripped gently at the back of your neck. "You want me. You can't deny it. You said so."

You were goddamn dizzy. "When did I—"

"Fuck, Jungkook. You have no idea how long I've wanted this. How long I've wanted you." It took you an extra second to realize that he was quoting back your words from that night. Word for fucking word. Heat rushed to your face, your hand gripping harder at the thin fabric of his top.

"How do you even remember that." You grumbled bitterly, embarrassed at having been called out.

The corner of his mouth curled into a small, teasing smile. "I have a pretty good memory."

"Bullshit," you scoffed, "I can't count the number of times you've forgotten to bring back the shit that you 'borrowed' from me. I bet you have a fucking closet full of my sweatshirts."

"I didn't forget... I just didn't want to give them back." He informed you in a soft, lilting hum, running his thumb over the smooth cut of your jaw.

"Thief." You spat, but the word lacked any real fire. It sounded weak on your tongue, a soft fluttering of breath that easily could have been mistaken for a moan. You saw his eyes drop to your mouth, desire pooling within them, so thick and dark that you felt it polluting the air around you, polluting your lungs with every jagged inhale.

He shifted on top of you, strong thighs squeezing around your hips. You tried to pretend that you didn't feel the press of something hot and hard against the top of your leg, but the tremble of your eyes and the clench of your fingers were not easily mistaken.

Jungkook sunk his teeth into the delicate flesh of his lower lip, and your gaze followed the motion unconsciously. You didn't even realize you were staring at his mouth until he spoke in that low, hoarse whisper, ripping you violently from your trance.

"Can I take a little more?"

Your brain was screaming at you to say no, screaming at you to not be selfish, to not be greedy. To not want something so terribly that you felt it trembling through your very bones. You shouldn't want this. Shouldn't want him. He was too young, too naive, too sensitive. You'd break the poor boy before he even realized what happened.

You should say no.

Mind made up, you opened your mouth, fully prepared to reject the boy and put a stop to whatever the hell this had become, right then and there. You were prepared to be the responsible senior that you needed to be, for both his sake and yours.

But what actually came out was something entirely different.

"Yes."

Jungkook barely had time to let out a happy whimper before his mouth was back on yours. A soft groan rumbled in your chest as your arms curled around his slim waist, tugging him ever closer. Long fingers tangled in your hair, he gently tugged your head back, leaning himself over you in order to deepen the kiss. You permitted him to do so without resistance, lips parting to allow his eager tongue to invade your mouth.

His body was hot and heavy above yours, but you didn't mind the added weight, the pressure on your thigh probably the only thing keeping you grounded. Because the heat between your legs was a anything but grounding. Sticky and wet, an accumulation of unspoken need and neglected lust that refused to be ignored for even a moment longer. A bleary haze fell over your mind, all the blood in your head suddenly rushing downwards to feed the growing flames in your groin.

The first roll of his hips was so minute, so slight that you would have missed it completely had it not been for the soft, airy moan that escaped his throat. The second was less than subtle, a hard, deliberate grind that rocked his already half-hard erection against your stomach. You felt it there, where your shirt had ridden up to expose a thin strip of skin, the front of his sweatpants growing thick and damp with his steadily increasing arousal. Your grip around him tightened, nails biting into his clothed hips hard enough to have crimson flowers blossoming across his golden flesh.

The sting coaxed a strained moan from Jungkook's inflamed lips, the rolling of his hips growing more frantic. You were quick to steady them, not wanting him to overexcite himself too soon.

"Calm down." Even in your own ears, you voice sounded thick and unstable, and you silently cursed yourself for having gotten so worked up by a mere kiss. But, in your defense, it was one hell of a kiss.

"I'm calm." He insisted unconvincingly through harsh pants, fighting for oxygen but not willing to pull away from you lips long enough to actually breathe. Quite the dilemma.

You chuckled softly, sliding a hand up to grip his jaw, preventing his mouth from finding yours for just long enough to soothe the fierce burn in your lungs. He took that opportunity to strip himself of his top, tossing it haphazardly to the floor.

You felt your stomach tighten, taken off guard by the unexpectedly display of glowing, sun-kissed skin you found before you, stretched across thick, toned muscle that flexed and tightened with even the most minuscule of movements. Subconsciously, your tongue slipped out of your suddenly dry mouth, dragging over your swollen lips.

Jungkook mimicked the motion, reaching down with ink embroidered hands to grip your wrists, gently guiding them up the length of his fit torso. "Touch me." It was a plea, the low whimper lacing the words a dead giveaway of his unyielding desperation.

You didn't hesitate to comply.

Pushing forward, you set vengeful teeth upon his prominent collarbone, biting down just hard enough to leave your mark. He moaned loudly, head falling back as your nails raked over his sensitive nipples. A violent shiver transversed his body, goosebumps rippling across his exposed skin that was set on fire by your greedy touch. He found the back of your head and neck with trembling hands, urging you closer without use of words. You kissed up the length of his taut throat, sucking and licking until you were content with the colorful array of bruises you'd left in your wake.

"Kiss me." You whispered against the defined curve of his jaw, wanting another taste of those pretty little lips. His head dropped forward obediently, mouth open and ready to be received by you. Fuck, he looked so hot from that angle; dark, hooded eyes pooling with lust so deep you could drown it it, kissable, rose petal lips glistening and swollen and just begging for attention, full cheeks flushed a dangerous shade of red that only enticed you further.

How could he look so ruined? You hadn't even touched his dick yet.

The thought roused a scoff in the back of your throat, and Jungkook pulled back slightly at the sound. "What?" He asked, the tip of his nose brushing yours.

"Nothing..." you grinned lazily, before kissing him slowly, deeply, lustfully; kissing him in such a way that the poor boy was trembling in your lap, gasping and whining by the time you pulled away with a lewd smack, lips wet and stained an erotic crimson. You chuckled as he swallowed, pupils blow and unfocused. Reaching up, you cupped his chin, rolling your thumb over his lower lip. He sighed, eyes fluttering as he teased the tip of the digit with his tongue.

"... just wanna put your dick in my mouth."

At that, his shimmering doe eyes popped open wide, shocked— then excited.

"Don't tease me." He pleaded weakly, hips stuttering over your thighs.

You reach between your bodies, taking the time to revere the fine-tuned slopes and edges of his ridged abdomen, before finally finding the hard outline of his flushed, angry cock straining against the thick fabric of his sweats. He gasped brokenly at the contact, forehead falling against your shoulder as he gripped desperately onto your arms, dull nails digging into your biceps. You turned, smirking lips feathering over the shell of his pink tinted ear.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

And then, he was on his back.

Jungkook let out a squeak of surprise, chest heaving as he attempted to process the sudden change in position. But you didn't give him the chance, slotting yourself between his spread thighs

"W– we didn't do this last time." He stuttered clumsily, staring up at you with those wide, dangerously innocent eyes that made you want to absolutely wreck him.

"No, we didn't." You confirmed, nipping lightly at one of his pert brown nipples. He jolted, letting out a low, unsteady moan of your name, a cry for your attention.

"S– sensitive, noona."

God, he is so fucking cute.

"I'll be gentle." The reassurance did little to soothe the violent thundering of his heart, the heavy thrum of it setting his every limb to shaking.

He was nervous. You could tell. Understandably.

Truth is— Jungkook was a virgin.

Key word: was.

As in, before he broke into your apartment at 3am on that fateful morning where you lost your cool because damn did you he look good in that skin tight black t-shirt that showed off those sexy tattoos and those thigh hugging black skinny jeans that squeezed his cute butt in all the right places. Of course, you didn't discover that until after the deed was done (seeing as he hadn't had the mind to tell you while your tongue was shoved halfway down his throat).

But god, you felt so guilty. You'd never taken anyone's virginity before. And you weren't so sure fucking on a kitchen counter was the most... romantic way of losing it. It had been quick, messy, all sweat and teeth and nails, the blunt edge of the cold counter digging into your ass.

Sure, it felt fucking amazing, and you'd received no complaints from Jungkook's end. But still. Had you known, you would've been... gentler. Or, at the very least, you would have had the tact to take him to bed.

You hadn't even blown him for fucks sake.

So, if you were doing this —and, as it appeared, you were most definitely doing this— then goddamnit, you were going to do it right and make up for all the things you hadn't done his first time.

You descended his body slowly, taking your sweet time licking and nibbling over all his lovely curves and sharp edges, marking the places you'd been with pink, flowering bruises. His head kicked back, mouth falling open around an onslaught of heady moans as he reveled in your unrelenting affections. Distracted, he didn't even notice you slipping his pants down his legs until the cool air hit the sensitive tip of his weeping cock.

"N– noona!" He propped himself up on his elbows, desperate to see you, to find your eyes through the disorienting cloud of lust he found himself engulfed in. Arousal spun his brain into useless mush inside of his skull at the sight of you between his legs, looking right back up at him, pretty mouth hovering just above his hard need, soft breath caressing the feverish skin.

"Relax, Jungkook. It'll feel good." You chuckled, pressing a soothing kiss to his hip.

"I– I know," he swallowed, and you didn't miss the dark blush creeping into his cheeks as his eyes fluttered shyly, "I just— I want to make you feel good... too... b- because last time you didn't..."

Last time you didn't...?

Oh.

"Okay," you hummed simply, pushing yourself up with an easy smile, "I can think of a solution."

Jungkook watched with bated breath as you stood, damn near choking on his own spit when you abruptly shoved your pajama shorts down your legs. "N- no underwear?" He whispered, voice hoarse and strained as he stared unabashedly at the bare expanse of smooth skin between your thighs, glistening with sticky wetness.

You smirked faintly, appreciating the reverence glistening in his melting brown eyes. "For convenience sake," you teased.

He flopped down on the couch with a dramatic groan. "Fuck, you're killing me."

Leaning over the younger boy, you pressed a deep, purposeful kiss to his delicate, lovely lips, eliciting an appreciative moan from his burning chest.

"Don't worry..." you pulled back, breathing the words into his open mouth, "I'll do it slow."

"Fuck..." he squeaked.

Laughing softly, you dropped your knees to the edge of the sofa and splayed a hand over his toned stomach. He was hard and warm to the touch, and you liked the way his muscles flinched and fluttered beneath your palm.

"I'll tell you what I'm gonna do," you pressed your lips to his throat, feeling the way it bobbed as he swallowed, "I'm gonna get on top of you..." you walked your fingers down towards where his dick lay, red and leaking across his belly, "and you're going to eat me out," he moaned shakily against your cheek, hands lifting to grip your arms, "while I suck your pretty little cock. How's that sound?"

"S– so good. Fuck, that sounds so fucking good." He pulled at you greedily, begging you with wide, wanting eyes.

You caved to him all too easily, carefully maneuvering your body until you were situated above him, knees planted on the cushion on either side of his head. Hot breath rushed over your exposed core, sending shivers ricocheting down your spine. Hands gripped at your thighs, rough and calloused against your skin. He was pulling again, whining out soft, shuddering "please, please, please" as he tugged at your hips, trying to get you closer. Closer.

Teasingly, you kept your hips raised, just out of reach of his ravenous mouth, so eager to steal a taste. "Noona," he whined petulantly, "don't be cruel."

Cruel? You nearly scoffed. You haven't even begun.

Regardless, you decided to end the torture there, lowering your hips until you were within his reach. He didn't let a moment pass before his tongue was on you, lapping eagerly at your wet slit. You gasped, clutching tightly onto the thick muscles of his thighs, your own legs growing weak under his relentless ministrations.

Holy shit. You didn't expect it to feel that good.

It was only when Jungkook's hips bucked beneath you, a pleading whimper vibrating through your center, that you realized you weren't fulfilling your end of the deal. Stuttering back into motion, you encircled his hard length in an unsteady hand, feeling the raw heat of it throbbing angrily within your grasp.

"You're good with your tongue, baby." You chuckled breathlessly, pumping him slowly with the help of his spilling precum. He moaned in response to the praise, long fingers digging in hard to the flesh of your ass. Another, more violent tremble wracked your body as his tongue dragged over your sensitive clit, the responding rush of pleasure pulling a low groan from your chest.

Shit, if he kept that up—

Feeling that you'd given him enough of a head start, you dipped down, swiftly engulfing his glistening tip in your lips. Jungkook gasped against you, and you could almost picture his eyes snapping wide open, jaw going slack. The blissful pressure of his tongue gave way to cold air as he tensed and shuddered beneath you, all those hard, rigid muscles turning to jelly as he processed the mind numbing sensation of your mouth around his cock. It was an unwelcome absence, and you quickly found yourself growing impatient and —shamefully enough— needy, your aching core craving attention.

But Jungkook was a mess beneath you, moaning and whining pathetically as his hips bucked and spasmed, entirely overwhelmed. His arms were wrapped around your waist, holding you so tightly you were certain you'd be feeling it tomorrow. You felt his tongue, sloppy and uncoordinated lapping at your folds with a desperation that set your blood to flames. The vibrations of his sounds resonated through your clit, and you hastened your own movement, feeling yourself clench and throb with your impending release.

You pulled off of him with a lewd pop, a thin string of saliva connecting his swollen tip to your lower lip, before sliding your hands beneath his ample thighs and tugging.

"Lift your legs for me, baby."

He obeyed immediately, feet rising from the cushion, too lost in your intoxicating taste to second guess what you were planning. At least, not until he felt your touch shifting from his thighs to his ass, and a warm, wet dribble of saliva sliding over his hole. He flinched violently, a gasp shooting from his lips at the unfamiliar sensation.

"Ah–! N- Noona, where are you touching—" he yelped, trying to sit up and catch a glimpse around the shape of your body. Swinging your ankles up to rest against his shoulders, you forced him back down, looking back at him from over your shoulder with a cocked brow and a seductive grin.

"Where do you think?" You chuckling teasingly. "Are you clean?"

"Yeah..." he whispered shyly, and you could practically feel the heat of his blush radiating against your skin as he confessed, "I– I showered before coming over..."

"Good." You slid a single finger over the ring of muscle, watching in amusement as it fluttered and clenched in response to the unsubstantial caress. "Tell me if you need me to stop, alright?"

At first he only nodded, but choked out a soft "okay" when you pinched his thigh, urging him to use his words.

Purring out a low praise, you returned to his cock, licking a thick strip from base to tip as your index slowly circled his entrance. Jungkook whined and squirmed, still trying his best to keep up with pleasuring you. It was cute, feeling and hearing him struggle.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wondered what kind of face he was making beneath your dripping cunt. Were his eyes rolling to the back of his head? Was his tongue hanging out of his mouth? Was his feverish skin glistening with a mixture of his sweat and your arousal? Fuck, you were so curious.

In an attempt to stifle your frustration over not getting to see what kind of fucked out expression he wore, you sunk the tip of your digit into his hole, down to the first knuckle. Jungkook gasped at the unexpected intrusion, his already hard grip on your thighs tightening further. Even with just the tip in, he was clenching hard, and you allowed him a handful of moments to adjust to the sensation. You hummed around his length, swirling your tongue expertly over his sensitive tip to distract from any momentary discomfort he might've been feeling.

It seemed to work well enough, his body gradually relaxing around you as he let out soft, airy moans, delicate whispers of your name fluttering from his lips. "You can—" he whimpered as you licked his slit, "you can put it in deeper."

Heat coiled in your gut, a wicked smirk spreading across your face. "You want it deeper, kookie?" There was a taunting pitch to your words that had the boy curling in on himself, skin hot with embarrassment. When he made no effort to respond, you squeezed your free hand around the thick base of his dick, wrenching a cry from his throat. "If you want it deeper, you have to ask nicely."

"You're so mean, Noona." He whined hoarsely, the muscles in his legs tensing sporadically from the effort it was taking to not fuck himself into your closed fist.

"That didn't sound like a question..."

Jungkook groaned weakly, head tossed back in a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. There was a beat, and then you felt the shy press of his lips against your clit accompanied by a light flick of his tongue.

"P– please put it in deeper, Noona..."

"Mmm, good boy," you emphasized the praise by slipping the rest of your finger into his tight heat, spitting once more to ensure substantial lubrications.

"Ngh— oh f– fuck—"

"Does it hurt?"

"No it just..." he swallowed thickly, "feels a little weird."

"This should help with that," you murmured, more so to yourself than him, curling your finger in search of that small bundle of nerves that would make him—

"Ah! Oh fuck!"

A smug grin settled across your lips. Found it.

Jungkook moaned loudly, tossing his head back, hips bucking violently as you rolled your finger against his prostate, sending tendrils of white hot pleasure bursting through his body. That's more like it.

"Feel good?"

"Yes! Yes! Feels– ah! Feels so good, noona," he sobbed brokenly, clutching onto your legs. You thrust your finger into him slowly, making sure to ease him into the feeling of having something inside of him. If you played this right, perhaps he'd let you do more than just finger him. You had toys sitting in your closet that you were just dying to use. Who better on than the cute snack thief next door?

"Think you can take another?" You asked, a bit eager to stretch him out, to see how much he could handle.

He nodded quickly, grinding his hips greedily down onto your finger, wanting it deeper, harder, faster. "Please. Please. I want more."

"Needy little slut." You laughed dryly, nudging your middle finger against the rim of his wet hole. You sure as hell didn't miss the way his pretty cock twitched in response to the degrading words, and a whole new round of excitement festered inside of you.

You were going to have so much fun with him.

It took a bit of careful prodding before you managed to press the length of your second digit inside of him, his tight walls clamping down around the invading appendages.

"Please move." He begged pathetically.

You planted a steadying palm to his hips as they began to buck, holding them down against the cushion. "You're too tight, sweetheart."

"I– I can't help it." He whined, a distressed cry breaking from his heaving chest.

Sympathy swirled in your belly. You could damn near feel the desperation radiating from his body in thick, hot waves. Dipping your head, you pressed a light kiss to the swollen, red head of his shuddering cock.

"Then let me help you relax."

Jungkook sobbed as you took him into your mouth, the warmth of your skilled tongue tracing a slow ring around the underside of his tip sending his head into a tailspin. It wasn't long before you felt the tension in his muscles melting away, quickly snatching the opportunity to start fucking your fingers into him. The pace you set was slow and steady, but you made sure that with every thrust you were brushing against his prostate.

The amount of pleasure rushing through his body at that point was overwhelming, and he'd been reduced to a moaning, crying mess beneath you. Any words he managed to choke out between his sounds of bliss was broken and unintelligible on swollen lips. A small corner of your mind was concerned about your neighbors, wondering if they could hear his wailing through the dangerously thin walls.

"N– Noona— it's so good, oh my god feels so fucking good—"

Fuck. To hell with the neighbors. They should be goddamn grateful.

You sped up the pace of your fingers, burying them down to the knuckle with each thrust. He was writhing now, unable to control his body let alone keep still as he was engulfed in a mind numbing heat. It wrapped itself around his every limb, his every sense overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his impending release.

"I– I think I'm gonna—" he couldn't even make it through his warning before he was cut off by his own whimpers. Luckily, you didn't need him to finish his sentence to know what he was trying to say. The signs were obvious enough, especially with the way his wall were throbbing around your fingers, the way he was pulsing between your lips, lathering the back of your tongue with an onslaught his salty pre-cum.

You hastened your ministrations, taking him off guard as your plunged down on his cock, stopping only when your lips met the sweat-slick skin of his pelvis. Jungkook cried out a shattered version of your name, unable to stop his hips from jerking up violently at the feeling of your throat constricting around him as you swallowed.

That seemed to be the last push he needed, because within the next second he was writhing and spilling hot cum down your throat, walls clamping down so hard around your fingers you worried they might break.

It was like nothing he'd every experienced before, he could feel it in every single part of his body. From his curled toes to his trembling finger tips, every last inch of him was devastated by the hurricane of erotic bliss. And unlike every other orgasms he'd experienced in the past, the high of it last way longer than just a few seconds. By the time it finally began to fade, he was still shaking.

You pulled your fingers out of him as gently as you could, but he still whimpered at the sensitivity, quivering legs squeezing shut. Maneuvering around so that you were draped over his chest, you whispered soft apologies against his throat and jaw, spilling soothing kisses across the flushed, perspiring skin. Jungkook curled into you, nuzzling his cheek against the top of your head.

For a while you stayed like that, letting him bask in the post-orgasmic bliss as you bathed him in the kind of tender affection that he wasn't used to receiving from you. But, you'd always considered aftercare a vital part of a good sexual experience so, even if it was a bit out of character, you were more than happy to tell him just how good he'd been for you. And he was more than happy to relish in your praise.

"Noona?" He called for your attention suddenly, after his breathing had finally evened out and the deep crimson coating his cheeks had faded into an endearing pink.

"Yes?"

Against your lips, you felt him swallow.

"You didn't cum, did you?"

"I didn't." You admitted after a beat, suddenly reminded of the ache between your legs. You'd managed to be distracted from it, entirely too focused on breaking Jungkook in all the best ways to be concerned with receiving any pleasure. But now, you found yourself very much aware of just how badly you were craving your own release. Subconsciously, you squeezed your legs together.

There was a pause.

"Noona."

"Hm?"

"Sit on my face."

The demand had your hooded eyes flying wide open, mouth freezing mid-kiss.

"... please." He remedied in a bashful whisper.

For a moment, your brain went blank, not fully processing the request. But when it finally did, there were only two words that flooded into your mind and rushed from your lips in a breathless, excited murmur.

Fuck yes.

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musette22 · 2 years

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The meet cute coffee shop au you just rebloged, may i? bucky and nat been working together for ten years and they have lots of late nights in the office. In fact they spend so much time together that nat is basically his work wife and he calls her wifey. Wanda is a new intern. This is her first late night in the office and she needs coffe. In the Starbucks, when steve asks nat if it's ok he stole her husband, she shouts: that's not my husband. Just some asshole i have the misfortune to work with

NONNIE YES!!!! Thank you! This is exactly what I needed but couldn't come up with myself 🙌🏻❤️ (this is in reference to this post)

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Wanda is standing in line at Starbucks at arse 'o clock in the morning to get her desperately needed coffee fix, when out of the blue, a guy comes up next to her and grabs her hand. She looks up, to find it's James, the hot gay guy that works at the office Wanda is interning at.

"This is crazy!" James says, shaking his head at the stupidly long line leading up to the cash register. He turns to look at Wanda, blinks, then looks down at their clasped hands and blinks again. "You're not my wife."

"You're holding the wrong hand, honey," a woman behind them says.

Wanda looks back to see Natasha Romanoff, aka James' work-wife (Wanda used to think they were actually married, until she found out James was gay) standing in line behind them.

"You sure?" James asks doubtfully, eyeing their hair, which does happen to be a similar shade of shocking red.

"We're sure," Wanda nods.

James hums. "Well, I feel committed to finishing this Starbucks experience with you now."

"I'm not paying for your drink," Wanda says, because she may be an intern, but she's not buying any coffees for senior employees who make ten times what she makes. Actually, she's not even getting paid for this internship at all.

"Oh, well never mind then. Guess I'll go back to my wife."

"I'm not paying either," Natasha says drily.

Suddenly, the tall, well-dressed man in front of them, whose ass Wanda may or may not have been checking out earlier, turns around.

"Come hold my hand, sir," tall, blond and handsome suggests. "I'll buy you any frappuccino you want."

James looks the stranger up and down, seems to decide he likes what he sees, and steps forward, taking the man's proffered hand.

"Thank you, honey," he tells the man sweetly, before turning around to look at Wanda and Nat, shooting them both a haughty look. "At least someone cares about me."

James and Steve, as the man introduces himself, hold hands all the way to the cash register, and continue to hold hands while they wait for their double macchiato and caramel-chocolate chip frappuccino with extra whipped cream. James only drops Steve's hand to borrow a pen from the barista, so he can scribble his phone number on the side of Steve's cup along with his name.

"Nat and I aren't actually married, by the way," he informs Steve casually, "so you should call me sometime."

Steve looks down at the cup in his hands, then up at James. "You know," he says thoughtfully, "seeing as we've kind of already done the whole coffee date thing, how about I take you out to dinner next? Tomorrow night, maybe? My treat, of course."

James looks like he's half in love already. "Marry me," he blurts out.

Steve doesn't miss a beat. "Thought you'd never ask," he grins, before giving Nat and Wanda a pointed look over his shoulder and adding, "I'm gonna be the best wife you've ever had."

#stucky #aaahhh nonnie I love you #thank youuuuuu! <33 #minnie answers

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My Girl || jjk

Genre: Fluff, angst, f2l, fuckboy!Jungkook, college au Warning(s): swearing, alcohol (a lot of drinking), mentions of sex (but no smut), jk being a fkboy, Summary: Starting off the semester feeling stressed, your group had a drinking session which led to your friends interrogating you on who would you consider dating. When asked about Jungkook, you immediately said no because of your personal rule “no fuckboys”. Ever since that night, Jungkook’s behaviour seemed to change slowly but surely and so do your feelings for him Note: unedited so pls ignore any mistakes :”))

You were ready to drink the night away. It had already been a stressful first week back for the new semester. When Jimin had proposed a drinking session, you were all down for it. “All” being you, Jimin. Jin and Jungkook. Jin was the first one you befriended during one of your classes as a freshman, and he knew Jimin, who knew Jungkook.

Being friends with three good looking guys, it was natural to have had at least an eye candy on one of them. You weren’t shy about that either. You had told Jin one day that you thought he was cute and he was your eye candy. To be fair, you were slightly tipsy. You knew you tend to say things without thinking when you were tipsy. However, you were used to ‘spilling the beans’ with the three of them as you had gotten close to each and one of them.

Including Jeon Jungkook.

A classic fuckboy.

It wasn’t hard to wonder why he was so popular. He was basically the whole package. Good looking, talented and charming. He was easy to talk to as well. Whenever you had problems, you would turn to him for advice. Jungkook was a great listener and you really cherished him as a friend.

Friend.

That was all you saw him as. You weren’t sure whether it was because you just weren’t attracted to him or if it was because you knew that he was a fuckboy, which was something you didn’t want to meddle with. You stayed far away from fuckboys, Jungkook being one of your closest friends was already a huge exception.

“There’s my girl.” He greeted you with the biggest grin, stepping aside to let you into his apartment.

“It’s only because I’m here with the drinks.” You joked, passing the bottles to the muscular one between you two. Jungkook laughed, “I won’t argue that. I miss soju.” The two of you made your way to the living room, and you made yourself comfortable while Jungkook kept the drinks in the fridge.

“I’m guessing the two are late?”

“What’s new,” Jungkook laughed, heading over to sit beside you as he raised his legs on the coffee table. You were sitting perpendicular to him and decided to stretch your legs, laying them over his lap for more space, “Am I your leg rest?”

“Yes, yes you are.”

Jungkook chuckled, scrolling through his phone with a smile as he seemed to be conversing with someone. “Who’s the lucky one this time?” You teased, nudging him with your foot. Jungkook smacked your leg, “Just someone from my class today.”

“You are a speedy one Jeon Jungkook.”

“Yes, yes I am.” He teased, casting a wink at you.

Jin and Jimin had arrived together half an hour later with bags of snacks and even more soju. “We have a reason this time!” Jimin immediately defended himself as they placed the bags on Jungkook’s kitchen floor. “I dragged Jin with me to buy all these since we’re all sleeping over here tonight. So we need lots of food and drinks. It’s going to be a long night.”

“We’ll let you off this time.” Jungkook replied, “yn and I already ordered dinner. It’s arriving soon.”

“Then we can start drinking!” You clasped your hands excitedly, all ready to drink the night away.

—

“Why are you so stressed already?” Jin asked as he opened another round of bottles for each of you. You all had cleared a few bottles of soju and the effects had already settled in. You groaned, placing your hands on the floor as you rested your weight on the palm of your hands. “It’s because of the freshmen orientation next week. The planning is driving me nuts.”

“Better warn the freshies about Jungkook.” Jimin teased as he took a large gulp from his bottle. Jungkook threw the bottle cap at him. “I’m not that bad.”

“You definitely know that’s a lie.” Jin rebutted. Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, feigning innocence.

“I’ll definitely warn them, don’t worry.”

“While you’re at it,” Jimin wriggled his eyebrows, “Why not scout for a potential date for yourself?” From your peripheral view, you saw Jungkook look up from the floor to watch your reaction. You simply laughed, taking a few sips of soju as well before replying. “I’ll pass. I’m not into freshmen.”

“Then who exactly are you into? You have a couple of good looking friends. Time to start scouting.”

“Yea, you haven’t been on a date in such a long time. Let us be your wingman!” Jin suggested. Jimin vigorously nodded his head, “Wait!” He raised his hand to sign ‘pause’ as he quickly downed his nth bottle of soju, emptying it easily.

“Okay!” Jimin eagerly cleared his throat as he got up to sit on his knees. You sat up straight yourself, curious as to why Jimin was so curious. “What’s your ideal type?”

You laughed as a reaction to the sudden question, feeling the curious eyes of your friends staring at you. “I don’t have a list for my ideal type. I just go with what I feel.”

Jin frowned, placing a finger to his lip as he thought, “I was your eye candy.”

You groaned, your head tilting to lean against Jungkook’s shoulder as you pretended to hide. “Stop bringing it up and feeding your ego.” You heard Jungkook’s melodious laugh as he reached out to pat your thighs as a way to comfort you. “There, there. Nothing’s going to tone down his ego. He already knows he’s good looking.”

“How about me?”

“What?” You sat back up, emptying your bottle this time. “What do you mean?”

“Is the soju already messing up your comprehension skills.” Jimin sassily remarked, “I mean would I be eye candy worthy?”

“You all are.” You shrugged, “You guys already know that, stop using this opportunity to feed your egos.”

Jimin laughed, ‘Okay, how about, would you, if ever, see yourself going out with me?”

You took time to think, staring at Jimin as you wondered if you would. “Yea I would. I would consider that.”

Jimin smiled triumphantly, “Of course you would. I’m an amazing catch. Okay, how about Hoseok?”

“Oh,” You nodded your head, “Definitely would’ve given it a shot. But he’s like a brother now.”

Jin chipped in as he started listing names from your mutual friends, to which you replied with a yes or no.

“How about Jungkook?” Jimin interrupted.

“Definitely not.” You replied almost instantly. Jungkook choked on his soju as he was drinking when you replied. Jin laughed loudly, clapping his hands as he laughed, “That was a very quick no.”

You shrugged as Jungkook looked at you, clearly offended. You smiled as you reached out to pat his shoulders, “Sorry…” You slurred your words, “I don’t do fuckboys.”

“So!” Jimin jumped in, “If he wasn’t a fuckboy, would you consider him?”

You turned back to face Jungkook, your eyes scanning him up and down as you pondered. If you weren’t that drunk, you would’ve caught on with Jungkook’s stiff posture as his facial features gave off a somewhat nervous vibe. “Yea I would.”

—

You had a major hangover the following morning. Jungkook had let you use his room to sleep. Despite being close friends, you were still the only girl after all and he insisted that you take his room so you could have more privacy to wash up and rest for the night.

“Thanks for letting me use your room again Kook.” You greeted him in a raspy voice as you stepped out of his room wearing his shirt. Every time you guys stayed over at his place to drink, it had become almost a tradition for him to insist that you use his room and borrow his shirts. You didn’t argue much with the latter since you were lazy to bring an extra set of clothes to sleep in.

“It’s nothing. How’s my girl feeling?” He teased, clearly aware of your pounding headache from the many drinks you had. You shot him a glare as you dragged yourself to the dining chair. Jungkook, being the gentleman he was, handed you a glass of water to hydrate.

“Feeling great. Where’s Jin and Jimin?”

“They already left.”

“What? Why’d they leave so early?”

Jungkook only chuckled, taking his phone from his pocket to show you the time. You had slept the entire morning and lunch. It was already 3pm. “What!? Why didn’t you wake me up? Do you have plans today? I’m sorry—“ You got up from the chair, ready to pack your things to leave.

“Yn, relax.” He extended his arm out to stop you, “It’s a Saturday. I have no plans except to bum around.”

“Yea right, weekends are for your dating adventures. We all know that.” You teased as you headed to his room to get changed.

“W-Well I didn’t have any plans this weekend.” He defended himself, straightening himself up in defence.

“Alright, alright. I believe you.”

Just as you were about to close the door, Jungkook called out to you, “You slept through lunch. Wanna head out to eat?”

“Sure! Give me time to change.”

—

Two weeks had passed since your drink night and freshmen orientation was finally over. You had bonded pretty well with the group of freshmen that you were assigned to. You enjoyed it every time they would call out your name and say hi ever since orientation week. Despite the torturous planning phase, it felt rewarding to have made the orientation experience pleasant for the freshmen.

“yn! Hi!” One of your freshmen, Yeonjun waved eagerly to you as he spotted you from afar, jogging up towards you and Jungkook.

“Oh, Yeonjun! Hi! How’s your semester so far?”

Yeonjun smiled, “It’s not bad, still pretty chill for now. By the way, the others want to meet up for drinks this Friday night, you in?”

“Sure! Just text me the details!”

He nodded his head, “No problem! I’ll see you on Friday!” He waved goodbye and headed off with a skip in his steps, clearly in a good mood that day.

Next to you, you heard Jungkook snort a laugh. “What’s so funny?”

“He’s into you.”

“No he’s not. He’s just really friendly.”

“Trust me, guys knows each other well. He’s into you.”

You shrugged your shoulders, a small smile appearing on your face which Jungkook caught, making him frown in response. “If that’s true, I wouldn’t mind. He’s pretty cute.”

“I thought you weren’t into freshmen.”

“Well, maybe I thought wrong.”

—

There you were on a Friday night with your orientation group at the nearest bar from college, playing whatever drinking game someone would suggest. For some reason, you were more lightweight that night. It was probably because of the lack of sleep and crazy long Friday schedule. Being the oldest since they were all freshmen, you had been drinking water for a while to sober up.

“Pause! I gotta pee!” One of the girls abruptly got up to head to the toilet. Your gaze followed her to make sure no creepy stranger tried to follow after her. Glancing through the bar, your eyes landed on an all too familiar figure sitting by the bar top. His weight resting on his arm as he was chatting up with someone you didn’t recognise. You felt a sour feeling settle in as you watched Jungkook’s date flirtatious body language.

Of course they’re flirting, they’re on a date.

You scolded yourself for feeling bitter from the scene. You shook your head to get rid of these thoughts, turning back to the table as you reached out for the nearest bottle to pour yourself a shot.

“I thought you’re sticking to water?” Yeonjun questioned, you pointed your index finger upwards, signalling him to keep quiet as you took a shot, immediately filling it up for another one as you emptied the last bottle.

“You guys want more drinks?”

“Sure!” Soobin grinned. “You got it!” You clicked your tongue, standing up to head to the bar top to order more drinks. Yeonjun decided to follow you behind.

“Hey I’ll get—“

“I’ll take it from here.” Yeonjun interrupted, talking to the bartender instead. You stood beside him, waiting for the bartender to hand you more unopened bottles.

“Yn?”

You turned around, plastering a smile on your face. “Jungkook! What a coincidence!”

Jungkook’s gaze flickered to Yeonjun before back to you, “I didn’t know your group was meeting here for drinks?”

“It’s the nearest bar.” You shrugged your shoulders as your eyes travelled to his date who seemed rather awkward for being left out from the conversation.

“Hey, don’t be worried,” You spoke, directed at her while you reached out to pat Jungkook’s arm, “we’re just friends! He’s all yours!” You winked at her.

“Sorry, she’s had a bit too much tonight.” Yeonjun interrupted apologetically, already carrying all the bottles. “Yay!” You clasped your hands together, “More drinks!”

Jungkook opened his mouth to stop you from drinking but Yeonjun had beat him to it. “These bottles are for the rest of us. Not you.”

You pouted as you decided to leave Yeonjun behind, feeling offended that you were excluded from drinking.

Jungkook felt relieved for some odd reason when he had heard Yeonjun mention “rest of us”. For a moment, he had forgotten that you were here with a group, not on a date with Yeonjun. That thought had made his mood turn sour slightly before he remembered that he himself was on a date.

A few more hours passed but the bar was still thriving with people drinking their night away. Your group had decided to call it a night and head home.

Your group passed by the counter after paying for the drinks. Yeonjun tapped your shoulder, “yn, I’m taking the cab with Soobin since we both live pretty far from college. How are you going home?”

Pressing your lips into a thin line, you tried to wrack your intoxicated brain for a solution. “Probably just flag a cab myself.”

“Are you sure you can go home alone? Maybe someone else should follow you.” Soobin suggested but you flicked your hand, dismissing his worry. “Don’t worry, I’m good. Y’all just head home safely yourself.”

Little did you know, Jungkook had shifted to a low table near the entrance and had overheard your conversation as your group exited.

You watched everyone get into their rides first before you decided to book your own ride. However, it was 4am and no one wanted to accept your ride request and there were no available cabs passing by.

You sighed, rubbing your arms from the slight chill of the night. “Always looking out for others first even when you’re wasted.” You heard a voice right behind you, spinning around and almost losing your balance from being intoxicated.

“Jungkook?” You asked, blinking your eyes forcefully a couple of times to make sure you weren’t hallucinating.

The man only smiled in amusement, “The one and only.”

“Jungkook? What are you doing here?” You looked around nearby to see no one else standing outside the bar. “Where’s your date?”

“She had to go home early.”

You were too drunk to had picked up that it was rare for Jungkook to be ditched by someone else. “Why didn’t you leave with her too? Was she not up to your standard or something?” Jungkook winced at your sharp tone at the end. You didn’t mean to sound so harsh when you asked. Or maybe you did.

“N-No. Just wasn’t feeling it tonight.”

There was a small pause as you stared at the road, hoping for a cab to magically appear so that you could crash. However, your mind kept thinking about Jungkook’s presence next to you.

“I’ll take you home. You’re really drunk.” Jungkook spoke, reaching out to hold your arm in case you were to lose balance (or puke) any moment.

“A-Actually… Can I crash your place tonight? I don’t feel like sleeping alone today.” You randomly asked, not sure why you had said that when you were completely fine being alone.

“Anything for my girl.”

Your snorted, punching his arm lightly, “Bet you say that to every girl you’re on a date with.”

“That’s not true.” He denied it almost instantly. You looked back at him, furrowing your eyebrows as you had caught how fast he reacted. He sighed, “Come on, I managed to book a ride. Let’s walk down the road a bit.”

When you reached his place, Jungkook handed you a fresh towel and shirt to get changed into. “Use my room, yea?” He patted your head, making you feel jittery thought you weren’t sure if it was just the alcohol.

Nonetheless, you were exhausted and knocked out the instant you laid in his bed.

The next morning, you were both awoken but the non-stop ringing of the doorbell. You were adjusting to the brightness as you emerged from his room. “I’ll get it.” He said, getting up from the couch and went to see who was visiting Jungkook at 11am.

You too, made your way to the door to see Jin and Jimin smiling brightly at Jungkook and jumping on their spot.

“Why are you guys here so early?” Jungkook asked in a raspy morning voice that you noted sounded attractive. “Because i have great news!” Jin moved Jungkook aside to invite himself in. He stopped in his tracks with Jimin bumping into him behind.

“What are you doing here?”

Jimin’s head popped out from the side to see who was Jin referring to. A gasp escaped his lips as he panned between you and Jungkook. “Don’t tell me Jungkook actually got to yn and you guys fuc—“

“Gross, no, Jimin please, we didn’t.” You waved your hands frantically to deny his allegation. “We bumped into each other last night at the bar. I was with my orientation group. I got too drunk but luckily Kookie was still lounging around even after his date ditched him.”

Jungkook cleared his throat, running his hand through his hair to fix his morning bed hair. “Someone ditched Jungkook?” Jin asked incredulously, clearing not believing what he had just heard.

“Yea.” Jungkook shrugged his shoulders.

“Right.” Jimin said in a peculiar tone that caught your attention. He had a funny look on his face but you couldn’t quite figure out what he was insinuating at that moment. You shook your head to dismiss the curiosity, “Anyway, what’s the great news?” You turned to look at Jin whose face instantly lit up.

“I entered a giveaway contest last week and I won a staycation! We can book after finals!”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, slapping Jin on the back to congratulate him, “That’s great man! Sounds good, I’m down for it.”

“Still didn’t explain why you guys came barging in here so early in the morning.”

Jimin laughed, walking towards you to drape his arm over your shoulder, “It’s 11am, honey. It’s not early. We wanted to find you after dragging Jungkook along, so that we can all have lunch. But since you’re here already, that’s less work for us. So freshen up and let’s get lunch.”

“Wait I don’t have new clothes.”

“You can just borrow my shirt,” Jungkook offered, “it’s like a shirt dress on you anyway.”

“We’e just eating nearby too.” Jin reasoned.

You sighed, glancing at the mirror by the door. “But I look terrible.”

“No you look great in anything.” Jungkook replied without thinking. You had to pause for a moment, so did Jin and Jimin. “Right…” Jimin drew out the word, sounding more suspicious this time. “Anyway, he’s right. Just go freshen up so we can eat. I’m starving.”

“I’ll get you a spare toothbrush.” Jungkook headed towards his room.

“Thanks Kook.”

—

The semester went by pretty slow this time, with lots of assignments and projects. You had most of your classes with Jungkook and it felt even more tiring to have to go through seeing people trying to flirt with him.

You didn’t know why it was bothering you so much when you already knew this happened on a normal basis. You convinced yourself it was because you never really saw it up close before since your previous semesters were mostly with Jin.

“One more time I hear a ‘see you soon hopefully’, i’m going to puke.”

“Is my girl jealous?” Jungkook playfully nudged you. That nickname had made you feel like a high school teen developing a crush on a senior. He had always called you that since you became friends. But somehow, ever since you asked him about the nickname that Friday night, it felt different.

“You wish.”

“There’s nothing to be jealous about anyway. It’s not like i’m actually planning to ask them out.”

“You’re not?”

“Yea, I haven’t really been out on dates recently.”

Your eyes widened in bewilderment, “wow.”

Jungkook laughed, turning to face you. “Wow? That’s all you have to say about it?”

“It’s just hard to believe! Is fuckboy Jungkook getting bored? Who knew this day would come.”

“I’m not getting bored. I just… Want more time to study to pull up my grades that’s all.” His confident tone drifted towards the end, looking straight ahead as you walked down the corridor to your next lecture.

You narrowed your eyes and pointed your finger at him suspiciously, “Is that why you’ve been asking me to always study with you? Are you using me to pull your grades up?” You accused him jokingly.

He only winked, leaning closer to your ear, “you know I won’t use my girl like that.”

Damn.

There was that feeling again.

—

“You’ve been spending lots of time with Jungkook lately.” Jin remarked as you were both shopping for your own groceries. Jimin and Jungkook had something on that afternoon so that left Jin being dragged by you to buy groceries.

“Well… Yea, we have lots of classes together.”

“Yes, that’s true. But I meant like outside of class too.”

“We have assignments and projects together too. We’re studying for the same thing. Anyway, why are you even bringing this up?”

Jin just shook his head, pushing the trolley down the aisle, “Nothing, I just find it interesting.”

“What’s interesting?’

There was a pause, as if Jin was contemplating if he should answer your question. “Jimin told me the other day that Jungkook hasn’t been doing his fuckboy duties majority of this semester except that bar night.”

A part of you had an inkling as to why Jin was bringing this up. You hated that he was beating around the bushes but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him to get straight to it either.

“Maybe his ego got crushed after the girl ditched early.”

You both knew that was a lie.

Jin didn’t reply immediately, tossing his favourite cereal into the trolley, “I guess so.”

—

It was midterms season and you were cramming for your test alone at the library. Jungkook had another project meeting and so you were studying alone for the day. Somehow, it felt weird to not have Jungkook by your side. Almost as if you’ve gotten so attached to the feeling of having Jungkook be with you.

Someone had pulled you out from your concentration with a tap on your shoulder.

“Do you mine if I take this seat?”

“No, not all!” You shifted your belongings so that the stranger could have more space. The girl paused, taking a double take at you. “We’ve met before, haven’t we?”

You looked back up to face the girl, trying to recall where you had seen her face. “I’m sorry?” You were confused, as you did not recognise the girl at all.

“We met at the bar at the start of the semester. I was with Jungkook that night.”

“Oh! Right.”

“He’s a really good friend you know.” She made a random remark while she took out her belongings to settle down.

“What?”

“That night. I’m guessing you got pretty drunk with your friends. He asked if he could leave to send you home since you were super drunk.”

“He did?”

“Yea. But I left earlier. Since it seemed like he wanted to wait for you.” She nodded her head as she recalled that night. “Oh but, please don’t think that I’m pissed at you or him, or anything like that. It was sweet, him looking out for his friend. I can tell he really cares about you.”

“R-Right well, we’re all from a super close group.”

She smiled, “That’s nice. But, my female instinct is telling me it’s more than that.” She sent you a wink, “Though, it’s not my place to say anything.”

You didn’t know how to respond, your gaze shifting to your paper as you tried to decipher what she meant. “I’m sorry. I disrupted your study session as well.”

“Oh no, it’s fine.” You shook your head and she smiled apologetically as she decided to start on her revision. You tried to focus on your revision as well but her words kept bugging you at the back of your head.

Jin’s words came back to you as well as you recalled the conversation you had with him.

What was going on?

—

“If we don’t get an A+ for this project. i’ll quit college.”

“We’ll get that A+. I’m confident.”

You had been staying over at Jungkook’s place every Wednesday night since you had morning class on Thursday with him and his apartment was literally opposite college. You hated traveling in the morning as you had to wake up early. You guys had decided that it was a good idea for you to stay over since you could work on your assignments together.

“Anyway, let’s call it a night. We gotta wake up early tomorrow.”

Jungkook was about to prepare the couch for his own makeshift bed but you stopped him. “You should sleep in your own bed. I’m the guest here.”

“No, you take it.”

“No… You take it.”

“Yn please, just take it.” Jungkook repeated. You bit your lip as you felt a sudden rush of courage and adrenaline as you suggested, “Or…” you hesitated, “we can share the bed? I mean it is a queen sized bed, so there’s plenty of space.”

Jungkook’s ears turned red as he tried to maintain a nonchalant expression. “I mean if you’re okay w with that—“

“I’m fine with that, we’re friends after all. Though, only if you are.”

“Y-yea I am.”

So for that night, you both shared his queen sized bed, laying still like rocks. You were terribly aware of the situation but tried to appear chill on the outside. You had no idea why you felt so nervous when it was just Jungkook. Your friend. The fuckboy that you swore to yourself you’ll never be attracted to.

“Night Kook.” You flipped on your side to turn away from him.

“Night yn.”

In the middle of the night, you woke up to find yourself wrapped up in his embrace. Your heart was racing and your cheeks felt hot from the close proximity. “Jungkook…” You whispered, trying to wake him up so you could break free. His embrace only became more firm, “just for tonight, please?”

You softened from his request, his voice almost a whisper. You gave in, enjoying it just for that night, just like he said.

—

The semester was over and the four of you had just checked into Jin’s big win. It wasn’t even a hotel. It was a huge villa with a room for each of you and you were all excited for the next three days and two nights.

“We definitely need more drinks tonight. I’m going to order them now.” Jimin walked off to find a room to call his own for the next two nights. Your room was directly opposite Jungkook. The four of you were resting in your own rooms as you waited for the room service to deliver your dinner.

Once dinner came, Jimin had busted out the drinks as well. You knew it was going to be a fun staycation.

“So…” Jimin eyed Jungkook mischievously, “Jungkook, why haven’t you been on dates this semester? Is your dick not craving anything?”

“It’s just been a busy semester.” Jungkook shrugged his shoulder. You watched his mannerisms. You had known him long enough to know he was trying to hide something but you didn’t want to question him in front of everyone. You had a hunch but you weren’t sure if you wanted to confront him. A part of you was scared of the answer.

Jin glanced at you, “How’s Yeonjun, by the way?”

Your attention was pulled away and you looked at Jin, “Yeonjun? Oh, there’s nothing. I can confirm that I do not have a thing for freshmen.”

Jimin grinned, “Do you have a thing for anyone at the moment?” He extended his arm to hand you an opened bottle of soju, possibly handing you liquid courage before you responded. You took it and took a big gulp.

“Maybe.” You winked at him.

“Really?” Jin exclaimed, “That’s new. You’ve never said you were into someone the entire college.”

“I just said maybe,” You laughed, “Calm down boys.”

Your eyes took a quick glance at Jungkook, you seemed to be rather quiet for a discussion right up his ally. You knew he would’ve chipped in to give you a good tease. But he didn’t. Instead, he remained quiet, reaching for the bottle of water instead.

“Drink a bit more and we’ll find out who.” Jimin grinned cheekily at you.

“Not gonna happen.”

Thankfully, you were right. Nothing much happened that night besides drinking games and tons of laughter. You all called it a night and slowly made your way to your own rooms. You took a quick shower and laid in bed as you scrolled through social media, winding down for the night.

A knock on the door startled you and you got up to see who it was.

“Jungkook?”

“Hey… Uh… Just wanted to check in on you if you were puking.”

You laughed and opened the door wider, “I’m not puking. Do you want to come in?”

Jungkook hesitated, “I should probably get to bed.”

Feeling dejected, you stumbled over your words, “O-Oh yea, r-right.” You tried not to show that you were upset, which obviously failed as Jungkook spoke, “If you wanted to talk or something, I’m down for that too.”

“N-No, I was just asking. Good night Kook.”

“Goodnight.” He turned away but someone was gnawing at you to ask him what you were curious about.

“W-Wait Jungkook.”

“Yea?” He turned around to look at you.

“You didn’t stop dating this semester because of what I said at the start, did you?”

Jungkook froze, his eyes immediately darting to your door instead, somehow entrance by the inanimate object. “N-No, of course not.”

You nodded your head, his response answering your suspicions. With alcohol still in your system, you replied, “Mm… That’s a shame.” You watched his facial expression morph into confusion and semi-realisation as you closed the door.

—

The next morning, you got up to see Jin making breakfast. Jimin and Jungkook weren’t out so you assumed they were still asleep. “Morning, Jin.” You walked over to help him out with breakfast.

“Morning, yn.” Jin smiled at you but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

He sighed and placed the spatula on the table. “I’m just gonna say it.” He took a deep breath and said, “Please just make a move on Jungkook. You guys clearly have a thing for each other. You two became close this semester and everyone else can see it. Jungkook’s clearly too pussy to make a move. Jimin and I are dying from this sexual tension. Please help yourselves.”

You took a moment to internalise his quick monologue before letting out a short chuckle. “I already gave him a hint last night actually.”

“You did?” He leaned closer, interested to know more about the ‘tea’. You smiled, winking at him, “Yep. I’m just going to see if he’s still pussy to do anything about it.”

He scoffed, “If that boy is still pussy after your hint, he doesn’t deserve to be a fuckboy in the first place.”

“Cut him some slack.” Jimin’s voice sounded behind you, his hair damp from his shower. “We all know it’s the first time he actually likes someone for real this time. He’s been in denial about it for so long. I’m glad something is finally happening.”

“Okay, okay, let’s stop gossiping about Jungkook as if he’s not here.”

The rest of the day went by quickly, the four of you exploring town and doing some retail therapy. It wasn’t long until it was your second and last night at the villa. You had a few bottles left from the previous night and you were all ready to finish them so you could go home with a light baggage.

Jin suggested to watch a movie for that night, you sat beside Jungkook throughout the movie. “Look at Jimin.” He whispered to you. You peeped over his shoulder to see Jimin passed out on the couch. The credits had rolled in and Jin suggested to just let Jimin be.

The three of you got up and headed to your own rooms to call it a night. Just as you were going to enter yours, Jungkook stopped you, “yn, can we talk?”

“Sure.”

Jungkook entered your room and you both sat at the edge of your bed, you turned to face him to wait for him to being speaking.

“Last night, what you said… Did you mean it?”

“Depends.”

“Depends?” He questioned.

“Did you decide to call off your fuckboy phase temporarily just so you could be my type for now and then go back to your own ways later on?”

Jungkook shook his head, “N-No, no. It’s definitely not because of that.”

“Then why’d you suddenly change this semester. It can’t be a coincidence especially after our drinking session at the start of the term.”

He sighed, “I know. I know it looks suspicious. I didn’t change because it seemed like a challenge or something temporarily. I already had a thing for you the previous semester.” He admitted, and your eyes widened in disbelief.

“You did?”

He nodded his head, looking at his hands as he started fidgeting with his fingers.

“I didn’t do anything because I figured, we’re all friends and you won’t see me that way. But then you said it was because I was a fuckboy and I just wanted to change. I thought maybe things could be different if I changed.”

You didn’t say a word as you didn’t know exactly what to say. Jungkook took this opportunity to continue. “I started to like you even more this semester. Especially since we spent so much time together with lectures and projects. Even if you do reject me, that doesn’t mean that I’ll go back to my old ways. That phase is truly over.”

You just looked at him, a small smile tugging on your lips. Internally, you were practically squealing with your heartbeat racing rapidly. With a nervous chuckle, he asked, “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“I meant it. What I said last night.”

Jungkook broke into a smile, “I’d love to kiss you right now.”

“Why don’t you?”

Jungkook reached out his hand to cup your face as you both leaned in, feeling his soft lips on yours was something you never thought would have happened. You felt him apply more pressure as he pulled you in closer.

“Sleep with me today.” You said breathily as you pulled away.

“Anything for my girl.”

—

“You know, you owe me extra for not only letting you experience a free staycation but also basically helping you start your relationship.” Jin smugly remarked as you checked out from the villa.

“Don’t worry, Jungkook will treat you to good food.”

“Me?!”

You grinned, “Yes, you.” He sighed, “Can’t say no to my girl, can I?” He pulled you in closely, planting a kiss on your forehead. Jimin groaned, playfully shoving him. “Barely a night as a couple and you’re already a big softie. Never thought I’d miss the fuckboy phase so much.”

Jungkook let out a laugh, “Sorry, that phase is gone for good.” His gaze shifted to you, to which you returned with a smile. “Just the way I like it.”

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helping hands | jjk

genre: fluff and angst

rating: G (no swearing or sexual content)

pairing: Jungkook x reader

theme: parent!au, idol!au, husband!au, one-shot

word count: 3k

warnings: none

synopsis: Parenting in general? Hard. Parenting while your husband Jungkook is away on tour? Extra hard.

special thank you to @justasparkwritings for beta reading this and @moccahobi for helping me with the title!

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It had been 2 weeks since Jungkook had left on tour. You would think that after being in the industry for 10 years he would have a little more leniency with his schedule, but even after the birth of your little girl, Jungkook couldn’t seem to get out of a 3 week tour around Japan and Korea.

It seemed like the Earth was weeping with you today as the rain battered against your window while you made what seemed like your 15th cup of coffee for the day. Your daughter Gidae was for once not crying - and you were eternally grateful since it gave you time to change out of your puke-covered shirt and close your eyes for 5 seconds... as if that was any replacement for the lack of sleep you’ve encountered.

All your friends whose husbands were busy idols or businessmen gave you the advice that “everything falls into place over time when you’re parenting on your own”. That it just magically happened. You’re not sure what memo you missed, or if there’s some book you forgot to read, or if worst of all, you lacked some parental intuition that everyone else possessed. Jungkook had left 13 days ago, and nothing had fallen into place.

Between Gidae being up all night every night, the pile of puke covered laundry sitting in a pile in the corner of your room, the dirty dishes in the sink that had accumulated to the point that you were eating your microwave meals with plastic cutlery, you definitely felt like a failure.

And probably the worst part of it all was that Jungkook wasn’t here to help you. This wasn’t the first time Jungkook left on tour while you two have been together, but it was the first time he had left you since Gidae had been born. The first time he had left you, a first time mother, alone with your child for an extended period of time. The first time you needed help and couldn’t ask him for it.

As if on command, while you were bracing yourself on the counter in exhaustion, your phone began to ring.

Incoming call: hubby kook ♡

As you pressed “accept call”, you could immediately heard the hustle and bustle of the backstage crowd. Too tired to be the first to say hello, you waited to see how long it would take for him to realize you were on the other line.

“Hey Y/N, just checking in before the show! How are things?” cheered Jungkook.

You could imagine what Jungkook looked like as he talked to you: already dressed in his first stage outfit, a makeup artist blotting away at the nervous sweat on his forehead, him grinning ear to ear with his hyungs and bursting with excitement for performing.

On a normal day, if you had maybe actually gotten some sleep or eaten at least one meal that didn’t come out of your freezer in the past week, you probably could have mustered a convincing “good! How’s the show going?” But you were on your last straw, and it was already giving way.

“Bad Jungkook. It’s bad. I haven’t slept at all for as long as I can remember. I have no clean clothes or clean dishes, I haven’t showered since you left so I smell like a pungent mixture of puke, sweat, and god knows what else, and Gidae misses you and won’t stop crying.So yes, it’s horrible without you here.”

You knew that wasn’t what Jungkook expected to hear,the sharp intake of breath on his side serving as a telltale sign you had caught him off guard.

“Baby I-, I’m sorry, I had no idea.”

You couldn’t stop your voice from cracking as you continued. Your chest was tightening, feelings bubbling over.

“It’s -“ you paused to take a breath. “It’s really hard without you Jungkook. Really really hard.”

Jungkook tried his best to piece together the words over the phone, but you could already hear the speakers in the background calling for Jungkook to head to his position for the start of the show.

“Y/N I-“

“You have to go Jungkook, I know. Bye.”

You didn’t give him a second to recuperate as you ended the call.

No parenting book ever provided you with advice on this. The loneliness, helplessness, and frustration you were feeling right now. Crumpling down to the kitchen floor, you felt like the world was collapsing around you as you sobbed.

As if on cue, Gidae’s cries joined yours from the other room.

--♡--

You woke up slouched in a rocking chair in the nursery, with your hand reaching down to touch your daughter’s in her crib. She seemed to show you some leniency by sleeping more than 2 hours at a time, but unsure of how much free time she’d give you, you figured you might as well get a head start of the day since you felt like you were miserably falling behind already.

While mixing some formula in your kitchen, you heard a knock on your front door. The only people who ever came over were the boys and a couple of your friends, and you definitely weren’t expecting any visitors at 8am.

Frying pan clutched in your hand (safety first, right?), you creaked open your door to see a small woman standing in front of you.

With a cheery smile painting her face, the lady began to speak.

“Mrs. Jeon, I’m Seokjin-ssi’s nanny. I’ve been sent here today to take care of Gidae. Here’s a note from Mr. Jeon.”

You couldn’t help the smile that decorated your face after reading it. After so many years together, Jungkook still managed to surprise you. Taking in that there was now a woman in your house who was basically Supernanny here to help you, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

When Jungkook said that you were going to be pampered today, he sure meant it. By a “car” being outside, he actually meant a glorious Porsche with a driver and all your favorite snacks tucked in the backseat. He had booked an entire spa day just for you to get whatever treatments you needed without having to deal with the hustle and bustle of anyone else being around. Simply being in an environment that didn’t always sound like crying and children’s TV shows felt like heaven. A schedule had been waiting when you arrived, including a built in “nap” (multiple hours is just sleep, right?) in one of their private suits and lunch with none other than your best friend. It was the best surprise, and the girl talk you shared was exactly what you needed. Of course the mom guilt crept in, but whenever it did you reminded yourself of Jungkook’s words - you needed this, and only once you take care of yourself will you really be able to take care of your daughter.

You weren’t sure if it was because of the hydrating face mask or the 3 hours of uninterrupted sleep that you were able to get, but you walked into your house with a new pep in your step thanks to the relaxing day that Jungkook planned for you.

Welcomed by Ms. Yeong wearing an apron and bustling around your kitchen, you smelled freshly baked cookies (chocolate chip, your favorite too) and were thrilled at the sight of a clean house in front of you.

Wiping her hands on her apron, she began to speak with that signature smile.

“I’ve cooked dinner for you tonight and also have meals for the next 3 days in the fridge. The dishes are all done and your laundry should all be folded in your drawers. Gidae just had some milk and is now watching some Cocomelon.She woke up from her nap around 3 hours ago.”

In your excitement you couldn’t help giving her the biggest hug, squeezing her tightly. Slowly, Ms.Yeong began to pat your back, unclear about whether this hug was really for you or for her.

“I’m just doing my job Mrs. Jeon.”

You pulled away to look sincerely into her eyes.

“You are seriously a lifesaver Ms.Yeong, I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

After patting your back again, it was her turn to be sincere.

“You’re a good mother, Mrs. Jeon. I know it may not feel like it sometimes, but you really are. Gidae is lucky to have you as a mom.”

Tears began to prick at your eyes, but unlike yesterday, these were happy tears. With all the failures that you had felt in the past two weeks, it meant everything to hear those words from someone, to get some confirmation that you weren’t completely messing things up.

Unable to make any words come out of your mouth, all you could do was nod in appreciation at what she was able to do for you today. Your eyes glimmering with unshed tears said all the words that Ms.Yeong needed to hear.

As she walked out the door, you made a mental note to message Seokjin and thank him for finding the angel on Earth who saved you today.

--♡--

Picking up your daughter from her crib, you cooed and brought her to you. Settling into your rocking chair, you cradled her gently in her arms.

“Mommy missed you today, babygirl, and I know you miss daddy.”

At the mention of the word “daddy” you could see your daughter perk up, looking around and trying to find said male.

All you could do is kiss her forehead. “I miss your daddy too. He’s really amazing, yknow.”

“Amazing, really? I may have said handsome, or sexy, or...”

Your head whipped around to the source of the sound.

And there he was, in the flesh. Jeon Jungkook, the man you had been waiting to see for days on end, was standing right at the door.

“Hi my love,” he said with his silly grin.

Your heart felt like it was bursting as you saw him there, and you couldn’t help but start sobbing your heart out (and I mean ugly sobbing). You felt a waterfall of emotions seeing Jungkook so close.

“Hey hey hey, what’s with this crying? I came home because I didn’t want you to be crying anymore baby.”

Walking over to you, he crouched in front of your chair and started to wipe your tears. Cupping your face in his hands, he pressed his forehead against you.

“I missed you Y/N. I missed you so much.”

You were still reeling from Jungkook’s presence.

“You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed about this Kook. I feel like I’m dreaming.”

Jungkook pressed a short kiss on your lips.

“Well believe it, I’m here for real babe,” he said sentimentally as he peppered your face with kisses.

Picking your daughter out of your grasp, Jungkook lifted Gidae into his hold, lifting her slightly into the air first to make her giggle. Putting on his best stern dad voice, he began his lecture.

“And you little miss, what is this I hear about you causing trouble for your mom?” Questioned Jungkook.

You smiled through your tears as you watched Jungkook go into “dad mode”.

“Before I left you promised you’d be a good girl, but I think good girls don’t cry all through the night and they definitely don’t make a mess with their toys or throw up all over their mommy.”

As Jungkook raised an eyebrow, your daughter looked at him, slightly apologetic, eyes shifting down to the floor, as if she could understand a word of what he said.

“But most of all Gidae, I missed you a whole lot. Your daddy missed you a whole lot.”

You felt like your heart could burst at the way Jungkook looked at your daughter. Even though he might be miles away when he works, you know that he doesn’t love you or your daughter any less.

“I’ll let you put her back to bed, daddy. It is my day off after all, right?” You joked with a chuckle.

Picking up your hand and kissing your palm, Jungkook grinned in agreement.

“Of course my love, go wash up and I’ll see you in bed.”

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After reading A Very Hungry Caterpillar, The Princess & the Pea, and Rainbow Fish, Gidae was beginning to yawn in Jungkook’s arms. It seemed that it wasn’t just Jungkook who was reluctant to let their father-daughter time come to an end, as Gidae was still fighting to keep her eyes open, and always kept one tiny fist clutched onto the middle of Jungkook’s shirt, as if she was worried he could disappear at any moment.

Wondering what was taking them so long, you peeked your head back in the doorway to watch Jungkook look at your daughter like she was the one who put the stars in the sky. Not wanting to interrupt, you stayed as silent as possible as you watched them together.

“Now I’m gonna say something very important Gidae, and you need to listen very very carefully to me.”

Bringing her up to eye level, Jungkook looked at your daughter sincerely as he continued.

“Sometimes daddy isn’t here and it’s just you and mommy, but I want you to know that daddy loves you and mommy so much, and you’re always gonna be daddy’s little girl, even if I’m not here with you. And I miss you always, so so much. Daddy loves you.”

You could see the tears start to stream down Jungkook’s face, and as much as you wanted to run to him and wipe his tears, just as he did hours earlier, you knew that this moment wasn’t for you. This was for Jungkook and Gidae, and you were sure that he was going to remember this forever.

“You know what would make me so happy Gidae? If you could say the word daddy. Come on - “da” “da”. You can do it!”

He started to bounce her on his lap, exaggerating his mouth movements so much that you were worried that he would accidentally pop his jaw out. His ministrations continued on fruitlessly, with Gidae still staring at him with big doe eyes (a trait she inherited from Jungkook, of course).

Unable to hide your presence any longer, you had to help Jungkook out. “You were only gone for 2 weeks, Kook. She’s still only 6 months old, it’s going to be a little while before she says any words.”

Jungkook shook his head in disbelief. It seemed that Gidae had finally succumbed to sleep in his arms, and he stared down at her again.

“Look at how big she is Y/N, she’s grown so much just in the little while I’ve been gone.”

He looked at you with tears shimmering in his doe eyes yet again.

“Seriously, next time I leave on a tour and come back she’s going to be walking and talking or something.” joked Jungkook as he lightly wiped his tears.

You hugged Jungkook from behind, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before resting your head on it.

“Wherever you are though babe, I’m gonna take photos and videos of all of it so you won’t miss a second of it.”

Jungkook stayed silent as he simply enjoyed having his small family together again.

“You were right earlier you know, on the phone.”

“Hmm?” You hummed in response, unsure of what he was getting at.

“This isn’t working - me leaving isn’t working. I’m not 15 years old anymore, when I could just drop everything and travel the world; I have the two most precious girls in the world with me now, and I need to take care of them.”

Putting his hand in yours, you sincerely looked him in the eye.

“We’re always going to be proud of you Koo, and you know I love watching you do what you love. This may be the hard part, once she gets a little older we could start travelling with you or you could fly back too. Whatever comes our way, we’ll handle it together.”

Jungkook kissed you passionately, hoping his lips could convey what he couldn’t seem to put into words. He repeated your words back to you.

“Whatever comes our way, we’ll handle it together.”

As if Mother Nature was on your side, the rain stopped, leaving the smell of new beginnings wafting in through your window.

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Sessions

Pairing: College!Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Mature (18+)

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: References to sex, masturbation (nothing actually occurs)

Summary: After meeting Mando, you just can’t seem to get him out of your head. (events directly follow Introductions)

A/N: Thanks for the kind reception to the first post of this AU! I’ll be making a masterlist soon for easier navigation :) Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future posts or if I’ve missed a warning.

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Lingering Impressions

Your day ended up being an exhausting one. Mando had been your most exciting session for more reasons than just the obvious. You'd reviewed the papers of two freshmen, a junior who wanted you to basically write their paper for them, and another graduate student who disregarded every suggestion you made. Needless to say, Mando's gratitude felt extra special after all of that.

Getting home, you're greeted with the welcome smell of something delicious coming from the kitchen as you throw yourself face-first into the couch. The open floorplan of your tiny two bedroom apartment allows Layla to spot you as you wander in.

"Hello to you too!" she calls over. "I'm making chicken marsala."

You lift your head up from the watermelon-shaped throw pillow to smile at her. "You are a saint and I don't deserve you."

"You totally don't," Layla teases back, happily returning to the stove. You flip over on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone while she finishes making dinner. A comfortable silence fills the room, interrupted only by Layla's hums and the discordant sounds of cooking.

Layla has been your roommate since your sophomore year of college, randomly paired together by the dorm sorting system and inseparable ever since. The two of you clicked, a friendship forged over the awkwardness of early adulthood and a shared love of terrible reality TV. Both of you keep busy schedules while pursuing your respective master’s degrees and help each other out where you can. Making dinners for each other is just a part of that.

It’s not long before Layla brings over two steaming plates of food to lay out on your thrifted coffee table. She sits opposite you, preferring to sit on the floor rather than the couch. You’re eager to dig in, groaning at the first bite.

“I’ll take that as a thank you,” Layla grins, tucking into her own meal.

“God yes.”

“Long day then?”

You groan again, this time in irritation rather than pleasure. “Yes. I don’t know how many more know-it-all grad students I can deal with.”

She’s heard all about your nightmare sessions with students that think they already know everything. You’ve questioned more than once why they bother booking the session if they're just going to ignore your advice and decide their paper is perfect as is. It seems like a total waste of time for both you and them.

Layla sympathizes and shares her own gripes about some of the assholes she's forced to put up with while working on her research project. After all, no group project is complete without the one person who does nothing but acts like they know everything. Giving each other time to vent another small way the two of you take care of each other.

As you think back on your day and sessions your mind inevitably drifts to Mando. He hadn’t been anything like you’d expected. He was kind in his own way and by far the most amenable session you’d had all day. Not taking off the helmet was odd, as was not giving out his real name, but neither of those had really bothered you when it came down to it. If anything, they only serve to fascinate you further.

“Did something else happen today?” Layla asks, a spark lighting up in her eyes. She can always read you, something that can be either a blessing or a curse depending on what it is you're hiding. You take a few more bites before answering, already anticipating her reaction.

“Well I might have also met Mando today,” You try to throw it out there casually, hoping that if you treat it as though it’s not a big deal she’ll follow your lead. You should have known better.

“You what!? Tell me everything,” Layla screeches at you from across the coffee table. She pushes her food off to the side, clearly deciding that your unexpected meeting with campus's resident celebrity is far more important.

"He came in for a session. His paper was really good, it-"

Layla is quick to cut you off. "I literally couldn't care less about that and you know it. Tell me about him, what's he like? Is he terrifying?"

You can’t help but snort at that. You know why she asked of course - the rumors flying around about him getting out of hand these days - but when you think about him now they all seem ludicrous. The gentle way he spoke to Grogu and offered his hand out to the kid before leaving. The sincerity in his voice as he spoke to you, eager to hear any advice you had to give him. No. Mando was decidedly not terrifying. “He’s… just a guy,” you tell her, not really sure how to explain his unique presence.

The eyeroll you receive in response is warranted. “Are you kidding me right now? You probably know more about him than anyone else on campus and you’re going to tell me he’s just a guy?”

You shrug, shoveling another bite of food into your mouth. “I don’t know what to tell you Lays, I only spent an hour with him. He was nice, really sweet with his kid, and I’ll probably never see him again.”

You’re not sure why you feel a quick sting in your chest at that thought. It wasn’t like you knew him well or that he even owed you anything. Considering the fact that you’d gone weeks without so much as glimpsing him on campus you’d probably only have another chance to see him if he signed up for another session and there was no guarantee he’d return.

“So the kid thing is true?” Layla asks.

“Yeah. Really cute kid, pretty quiet.” Very quiet now that you think of it. You don’t have much experience with kids that young, but you’re certain kids Grogu’s age can talk. He hadn’t said so much as a word, only letting out an occasional noise or two. It was odd, but then he could just be shy or something. Another question you’d probably never have an answer for.

“Is the kid his?” Layla presses.

“I don’t know, it didn’t exactly come up while we discussed his paper on unique material applications,” you snap back at her. You wince a little at your sharp reply. It wasn’t deserved. Layla was simply curious and now the victim of your long day and swirling thoughts.

You quickly follow up with an apology. “Sorry. I just- I had a long day and I really didn’t learn much about him, okay?”

There’s a small sense of relief when Layla nods, backing down from her inquisition. “It’s cool, I get it. Just promise you’ll tell me if you see him again?”

“Yeah, I’ll let you know.”

The rest of the night passes like usual. You wash up after dinner, a fair trade since Layla cooked, and the two of you get to tackling homework that’s begun to pile up with the semester entering its full swing. Nighttime study sessions have been a regular occurrence since your undergrad days and have only intensified while pursuing your respective graduate degrees. It’s more about solidarity and accountability than shared workload, what with your program being in English and Layla’s in Marketing, but it’s nice. Simply having company is better than doing it all by yourself.

Around 10:30 you call it, eyes bleary from staring at your laptop. Layla is deep into a PDF reading so you leave her to her work and shuffle off to the shared bathroom. While the water heats, you brush your teeth lazily, going through the motions of your nightly routine. You test the water with your hand before deciding it’s warm enough to step in.

Your thoughts drift aimlessly as you stand under the hot stream, unfocused until they land back on him. It’s like you can’t help yourself, the way your thoughts have been returning to him all night. You’ve puzzled about him before, but only in the abstract. A hypothetical more than a real person. Wondering if rumors are true isn't quite the same as wondering about the man himself.

All throughout the night he kept popping up. One moment you would be considering the symbolic use of color in your assigned reading and the next you would be puzzling over Mando’s favorite color. Maybe orange, if his gloves were anything to go by. Layla's favorite song played and while she sang along you couldn't help wondering what kind of music he listens to. Rock probably, or was that too on the nose? As you sipped your drink you wondered what his drink of choice would be, alcoholic or not. Did he even drink alcohol at all? Something told you he wasn’t much for losing his inhibitions.

It's all the little things, all the little details that actually make up a person that no one bothers to speculate about that consume you now. Who cares about his favorite movie or favorite food when you can guess on whether or not he's been to jail?

As you wash the grime of the day from your body, your mind continues to drift further, settling onto the first thing that captured your attention earlier today. His hands. Those gorgeous sun soaked hands, how fluidly they moved across his keyboard. The firm hold of them when he shook your hand.

Eyes fluttering closed, you can't help imagining that it's his hands skating across your skin. You can almost feel the gentle roughness of them, the way he'd squeeze and hold you - tight, but not so hard that it hurts. Almost unconsciously, your hand begins to drift down your body, only to be interrupted by a pounding on the bathroom door. Your eyes snap open, confusion and embarrassment replacing your fantasy.

"Hurry up in there! I need to pee," Layla yells through the door.

You grumble in response, knowing she can't hear you, but quickly finish your shower. It's not quite as relaxing anymore, flustered by your wanton thoughts.

Getting back into your room, you check your email before setting your alarms for tomorrow. There’s the usual spam from online stores reminding you of limited time deals, a reminder that rent is due next week (lovely), and a couple generic university emails. Your eyes fall to your new tutoring appointment emails and you flick through them mindlessly to clear them out, knowing they’ll all automatically appear on your calendar.

Just as you’re about to close out of the app and get some well needed rest, a new email pops through. It’s another appointment alert scheduled for next week. You tap to open it and your heart flutters when you read the name on the form. Mando. No need to wonder about if you’d ever see him again now. You’d be seeing him Tuesday at 3 PM. Somehow you know he won’t miss his appointment.

×××××

Din is exhausted. Between Grogu, classes, and trying to find ways to make money, he barely has enough time to do basic functional adult things. Things like showering regularly, eating more than a required minimum of once a day, or heaven help him sleep.

He wishes he could afford a regular babysitter, allow himself some occasional reprieve but it's not possible. He makes just enough to keep the bills paid and at least Grogu's stomach full. There's also an ever present paranoia about letting a stranger into his home, much less to watch his son. Only Paz and Cara have ever babysat for him and even that was mostly against his will.

Din slumps onto his couch, exhausted from the long day. He’d found the couch on the side of the road. It’s well worn and has a couple holes in it, but it was devoid of fleas, comfortable, and most importantly, free. His helmet is off, sitting on the kitchen table where he’d left it after getting home from campus. He’s mostly used to it these days, but sometimes it can still feel suffocating underneath the custom bucket. Taking it off at the end of the day is always welcome, especially when Din sees Grogu’s eyes light up at his exposed face.

He allows himself just a moment of rest, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the back of the couch. Grogu had finally gone to bed, demanding three stories before he fell asleep and Din not having it within him to deny the requests. A small smile rests on his lips, thinking of Grogu's excitement at his mediocre storytelling. He already loathes the day when Grogu won't ask him to read anymore.

There are about twenty other things he should be doing right now other than sitting on the couch. The apartment hasn't been cleaned properly in weeks, dishes are piling up, laundry needs to be done, he needs to find a job for this weekend, should probably find better daycare for Grogu, has an exam to study for, and a paper to finish writing. He should be doing all of that and more, and yet he can't find the will to move. He stays planted firmly on the couch, letting his thoughts drift. A few different ideas and ruminations swirl around, but his mind settles onto one. Her.

She isn't what he had been expecting. When his professor had recommended a session with a writing tutor he'd been a little miffed at first. Din knew words weren't his strong suit, but he hadn't thought he was that bad. He probably wouldn't have even considered it if she hadn't immediately assured him that it was only a suggestion because she saw potential in his work.

He had still only been considering it, form half filled out, when Grogu had hit submit. He’d looked for a way to cancel the appointment, but couldn’t figure it out with the school’s poorly designed website, so instead he had resigned himself to going. After all, just the one session couldn't hurt and he'd already be on campus.

He thought the tutor would be some irritating know-it-all, pointing out all the mistakes in his paper. Either that, or that they'd be too nervous to make any real criticisms. He’d noticed the way people froze up around him, sometimes too timid to even look in his direction. She wasn't either of those things.

She was all smiles and kindness, not hesitant around him for a moment. Even Grogu took an immediate liking to her, as evidenced by the gift of his frog drawing. Din had more of those than he could count, but very few others had been bestowed the honor of his sacred amphibian themed artworks.

She challenged him in a way he liked, not rude but still forceful. Encouraging him to figure out what it was she was guiding him towards with the paper. Not taking ownership, simply identifying where ideas could be made stronger or clearer. They’d only worked through a few pages in the session and Din already felt more confident in his writing.

What he liked most though was that she hadn't even asked about the helmet. It was all he heard from those brave enough to speak to him. Where did he get it, why did he wear it, did he ever take it off, what does he look like underneath, and so on. Avoiding all of those questions got to be draining. She didn't even acknowledge it.

She had mentioned the rumors that were apparently swirling around campus about him but that was it. He was a bit grateful for that though, entirely unaware of how popular he'd apparently become. The stares that followed him on campus were hard to ignore, but he didn’t know about their accompanying whispers. He still isn’t sure if the rumors are a good or a bad thing. Her reaction hadn’t given him all that much to go off of. He wishes it had.

That thought stops Din short. Where did that come from? Why did her opinion of him suddenly matter after a single one hour session? Din can’t remember the last time he considered someone else’s opinion of him. Probably when he first brought Grogu home to meet everyone. Now here he is, wondering what his English tutor’s thoughts were about the rumors everyone has been spreading about him. He needs to get out more.

Din shakes his head free, trying to ponder other aspects of his life. Like when he’d be able to get the Razor Crest up and running again. She’d broken down again after only the second week of classes. Paz makes fun of him for riding on such an old bike, but she’s a classic. Din can’t get rid of her, no matter how much she likes to break down on him. In the meantime he could make due with the loaner truck from Peli.

Thoughts of his motorcycle only distract him for so long though. He realizes half-way through the fantasy that he’s imagining taking her out on his bike, feeling her hands clasped around his waist as he rides through the city. The way she’d hang on just a little tighter, pressing herself against his back, as he hits the throttle just a bit harder.

Din sits up on the couch and mutters to himself. “Come on, Djarin. Pull it together.”

She’s beautiful, yes, but to already be fantasizing about taking her for a ride? That’s a bit much. It has been months since Din has seen any kind of action, but he shouldn’t be this desperate after spending only an hour with a pretty face. Still, now that he’s thinking of it, his mind wanders to what she’d be like.

Would she take charge, calm and in control like she was earlier today? Or would she submit to him, allow him to do whatever he wanted? A small groan escapes Din’s lips at the thought of having her beneath him, begging for him to take her. How she would look spread out on his bedsheets, how sweet she’d taste. He can already imagine how good she’d feel wrapped around him, the way her eyes would look all strung out and cockdumb. It would be a beautiful sight if he’s ever lucky enough to see it.

An alarm Din forgot he set suddenly blares on his phone. He can’t even remember what he set it for as he’s yanked from his lewd imaginings, scrambling to turn it off. There’s a small wave of embarrassment as he registers where he allowed his thoughts to drift.

Ignoring the uncomfortable pressure in his jeans, Din pulls up the tutoring appointment form on his phone and signs up for another session. There’s an option to select a specific tutor and he’s quick to open it up, choosing her name from the drop down menu.

There’s nothing wrong about this, right? She’d helped him with his paper and Grogu liked her. She even asked if she’d be seeing him again. That was plenty of reason to have another session. His renegade fantasies had nothing to do with his decision to go back. Din is a man in control of his urges. If anything, this next session would prove that his thoughts were all just fleeting, just a simple result of going too long without anyone in his bed.

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The Blind Date | Cillian x Reader | Mini-Series |

Summary: 'Hi, I love your writing so much! Can I request a one shot/imagine for Cillian x Reader, where they're set up on a blind date and I don't know just cute awkwardness happens? Thank you' Warnings: Age gap (Reader is in her 20's) Request: By Anon A/N: So I'm actually obsessed with this I'm thinking of making it a mini series? Like always no disrespect to Cillian's family, this is basically an AU where he's single.

•The Blind Date | Mini-Series•

The taxi pulled up outside of the restaurant, the late evening sun was still casting some warmth as you stepped out onto the pavement with a thanks to the driver, you spotted your friend by the entrance, stubbing out a cigarette under the sole of her heels, you brushed down the kinks in your summer dress as you crossed the road to meet her. You weren't thrilled about this evening, your friend had decided to set you up on a blind date with her husbands friend, a double blind date situation that you weren't entirely comfortable with but you could do with a nice meal and some wine so you'd dragged yourself home from work and got ready. Ella hugged you as you finally made it through the bustling city crowds "looking lovely y/n" she smiled a friendly kiss dropped to each other's cheeks "haven't had a date in a long time wasn't sure what to wear" you smiled slightly, the simple summer dress was paired with tan heels, gold jewellery and a tan clutch bag, hair swept off your shoulder in a simple clip. Ella led you through the restaurant, you spotted Paul sat towards the back, he raised his hand in a wave to you both, then your eyes fell to his friend, your date, he had the brightest blue eyes, a wide smile pulled on his obviously full lips, his brown hair was on the longer side but it suited him well, he was in a simple black button down sleeves rolled to his elbow. Both men stood as you reached the table, Paul bundled you into a hug as a welcome and then he gestured to his friend "y/n, this is Cillian" your eyes fell on him, taller than you, shirt tucked into a pair of black jeans he smiled again leaning in to give you a small hug and kiss on your cheek "Hi" you smiled taking your seat next to Ella, opposite Cillian. The wine was chilling in the ice bucket, conversation was flowing steadily when Ella appeared back at the table from the bathroom "Paul, we need to go, Jacobs babysitter isn't well she's just called" she was staring at her husband, you could feel his confusion at her little charade but he finally caught on, getting up apologising to you and Cillian and then they were gone. Cillian was the first to laugh topping up your wine "wouldn't believe Paul's an actor after that performance" he shook his head, you laughed lightly "honestly Ella has never been able to lie" you rolled your eyes, picking up your glass you took a sip of the chilled white wine "you don't have to stay" you added, Cillian frowned "I want too, unless you have somewhere else to be?" His gaze fell on you. You smiled relaxing into the soft seat "No, I'm enjoying myself" you blushed slightly looking down at the rim of your glass "I guess Ella didn't mention I was creeping up to forty" he cleared his throat you looked back up at him "she didn't, it doesn't matter unless the fact I'm only twenty four bothers you?" You questioned. Cillian shook his head opening up the menu for the first time "not at all, Paul told me before we organised it, I'm not a big believer in age meaning anything" he flicked his gaze up to you, giving you a small smile. *** Cillian had switched to a guinness but you'd stuck to the wine, knowing mixing your drinks wouldn't end well, you'd shared a pasta dish and breads, talking over everyday things, you were easily relaxed in his company, never an awkward silence between you. Cillian was interested in where you were in your career at a magazine and you'd felt a little silly to not realise he was pretty much a famous actor, he seemed pleased that you were so nonchalant about his profession, happily telling you about his tv roles, how much he loved theatre work and his up coming auditions. The evening was drawing in outside the sun setting below the London skyscrapers, Cillian slid his card back into his wallet after insisting he paid the bill even after you protested, he'd softly touched your hand pushing your purse back into your bag "it's on me" he stated handing over his card and that was settled. You were back out on the streets of the west end "do you have to get back?" He asked hands in his jeans pockets, you

shook your head "it's Friday night I don't need an early night" you smiled "want to walk?" He gestured to the expansive of London streets ahead of you "sure, I'd like that" you nodded he held out his arm, you linked your hand through resting it in the crook of his elbow as you fell into step beside him. ** You got out of the Uber deciding half way through your walk you both didn't fancy the idea of a forty-five minute walk back to your part of the City. Cillian opened the door for you, you'd discovered that you lived close by, Cillian in West Kilburn, you in North Kensington. You'd paid for the Uber much to Cillians disgust so he decided to get out at your stop, even though you argued that an extra 8 minute drive would hardly cost you the earth. Standing on your doorstep, Cillian had insisted on walking you the few feet to your door to make sure you were in safe before he left, you dropped your gaze to your shoes biting at your lip "did you want to come up? I have beers or coffee" you pulled your keys from your bag, He reached out tucking some hair behind your ear "how about I say goodnight now, and we arrange another date?" his hand was lingering by your ear "there's a play on at the Jermyn tomorrow night if you want to come?" he asked his hand had dropped to hold the tips of your fingers. You smiled at him "That would be nice, what time should I get there?" you asked as his thumb brushed over the back of your hand "I'll pick you up around six, we can get a quick dinner before?" he suggested, you nodded "Perfect, I had such a nice time tonight" he smiled at you, the gesture reaching up to his eyes as they flicked across your face "Me too, thank you" He lent in, brushing his lips lightly against yours, hand resting on your hip, your hand on his forearm to steady yourself as he pulled away "See you tomorrow" he squeezed your hip before turning to head back down the path, you stood on the step watching him go, a dopey smile on your face as the butterflies erupted in your stomach.

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authoressskr · 3 years

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october is it’s own magic

[october 4th]

Characters: f!plus size reader, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, James Rhodes, Pepper Potts, Clint Barton, mentions of Maria Hill, Phil Coulson, and Nick Fury

Warnings: Language, no Beta, basically this is me writing for myself :: Notes: THIS CHAPTER IS A LOOOOONG ONE - SORRY! this will be a series. i will be posting it (hopefully*) every day until Halloween. And thanks to @firefly-graphics for the use of the divider! :: Word Count: 5878

Soulmate AU. Bucky has a secret admirer. They keep leaving him all sorts of autumnal goodies with little notes. But who the hell is it?!

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[october 3rd]

The camera footage was a bust. They did let him review it - perks of being an Avenger - for the last three weeks which brought up a whopping nothing. No one bought that large a quantity of cookies, usually never more than 3 or 4, and he hadn’t seen you on the footage either, dashing his hopes a little. Bucky hadn’t gone on a run this morning, staking out the counter, only to find that there was a large purple box with orange ribbons around it already sitting there when he woke up.

Whoever it was was quite a few steps ahead of him, which - besides being frustrating - made him think it has to be someone closer to him and the Avengers than he had originally thought. Sam and Steve had left in a cloud of laughter once they saw the box, and his face upon discovering it since he had told them of his plan the evening before. Assholes. It had to be someone with authorization to get onto this floor, as not everyone in the building did. And that - that one nudge of an idea was at the forefront now. So while he waited for everyone to gather, he had gotten his tablet and gone through all the people who did have access.

Turns out it was nearly thirty people, not including the Avengers who lived in-house. He split them into two groups, Possibles and No but Not Written Off. About 12 of those with access are men, and while Bucky isn’t opposed if it is in fact his soulmate, he usually goes for women, so they get moved to NbNWO. That leaves him with the 18 other plausible candidates, ten of which he eliminates further due to the fact their personnel record stated they were already soul-bound.

Sooo, that left him with 8. You, two scientists in their late 40s, one secretary in her mid-50s, two media/social consultants who were 22 and 26, an engineer who was in her late 30s, and an analyst under your division who was two years older than you. Those were all of his possible, un-soul-bound women who could access this floor and possibly be leaving the gifts. He had checked the elevator footage as well (with a silent thank you sent to you as well since he wasn’t apparently firing on all cylinders after he met you), and besides discovering Sam was secretly sneaking down to the 17th floor to hook up with one of the junior scientists after they got off work (which he logged away for future use), he had only seen the secretary, engineer and yourself use the elevator in the past few days. Thus why you kept staying at the top of his list.

Among other things.

Steve brings him back a coffee, an extra-large cappuccino that he happily takes, shoving his tablet away from him with a little disdain at the wall he’s run into.

“Well don’t you look pissed,” Sam mutters as he hands him a warm croissant.

Bucky takes a big bite out of the buttery, flaky bread while pout-glaring at Sam and Steve.

“Three of eight,” He manages around his mouthful before swallowing it down.

“Three of eight what?” Steve asks for clarification, taking a long drink from his own cup.

“Possibilities,” He slides the tablet towards them. “There are eight women who it could be. Three of which have used the elevator to come onto this floor in the last few days.”

“Including your dream girl,” Steve figures out, handing the tablet over to Sam. Bucky just nods miserably before taking a big sip of his cappuccino.

“Aww, why do you look so down this morning, Bucky?” Wanda asks, brushing a hand comfortingly up and down his back.

“His wonderful spy and assassin skills are failing him and he’s pissy about it,” Sam grins out before polishing off his own coffee as Wanda frowns at him.

“Stop being such a dick, Sam.”

“Are you not feeling well?” He hears your soft voice, making his head snap up.

“Just feeling bad about his abilities,” Tony snickers as he comes out of nowhere to pour himself some juice as Natasha slips into the kitchen to make some toast behind him. You move closer to Bucky, gently giving his shoulder a squeeze before stroking up and down his bicep a few times.

“Didn’t find anything on the cameras?” Bucky just gives his head a shake, already missing the warmth of your hand as you pull away. “I’m sorry,” You breathe out as your hand covers his, waiting until his gaze meets yours before smiling encouragingly. “But, I need you to show me what’s in the box, so buck up, sergeant.” He chuckles softly before sighing.

“Sure, doll,” You nod at his words, slipping into the seat beside him as you all wait for the last couple of spectators. Once Clint, Vision, and special guest Rhodey make their appearance, Bucky reaches for the orange ribbon wrapped snugly around the purple box.

Lying atop the black and white shredded crinkle paper is the ever-present cream cardstock.

Soulmate, I hope this lifts your spirits. May I also recommend a movie? Love, me. Inside the card is a picture of what looks like a sleeping girl on the bed and a ghost? It has a caption at the bottom, “Can I keep you?”

“Aww! I love Casper! The old cartoons were a must-watch when I was little and that movie - especially that line - was such an important part of my childhood!” You sound so excited, eyes fixed on the picture in between his vibranium fingers.

“Plus Christina Ricci - Wednesday Addams herself - keeping up the loveable spooky movies? A plus casting,” Natasha adds as she finishes off her first piece of toast with jam, you nodding in agreement before your hand is on his forearm, gently shaking it.

“What’s inside?!” He loves hearing your voice so excited and the light in your eyes at this silly little daily exercise. Bucky reaches in with his right hand, your hand gently taking the card and slip of paper out of his way as he pulls loose a box with a little ghost-shaped wax warmer with three different kinds of pure essential oil wax cubes in it.

“Nice!” Steve says, looking over his shoulder at the box in his hands, reading what essential oil cubes are included. “I have the apple cinnamon ones. But I wanted to try the peppermint ones. Lavender’s nice too. Calming.”

“I like the warmer. Wanda prefers the essential oil diffuser but this is nice also,” Vision states with a smile as Wanda moves to kiss his cheek.

“Don’t worry honey, I’ll buy you a wax warmer if you like,” She coos to him as Bucky tries not to shrivel up with jealousy.

“Okay, I got to go start work now -” You begin, Tony waving as he tries to swallow his ill-timed drink of juice.

“No!” He finally manages to squawk out.

“Ooh-kay then…” You raise an eyebrow at Tony.

“Do you want a lunch or dinner birthday celebration?”

“What?”

Tony stands up, gesturing with his hand. “Lunch or dinner for gifts and goodies? Come on, gotta let Pepper know the details, kid.”

“Um, well the girls in the analysts’ group are taking me to lunch, so dinner?” Tony claps his hands together once and rubs them conspiratorially.

“Perfect! We’ll see you tonight at 9 then!” And then grabs his juice from the counter and motions for Rhodey to follow. Rhodey walks up behind you, leaning over to kiss your cheek.

“Happy birthday, girl.”

“Thank you, Rhodes,” You squeeze his hand that is on your shoulder.

“Happy birthday!!” Tony yells from down the hallway as Rhodey rolls his eyes good-naturedly and with a pat of your shoulder, he heads towards Tony’s voice and workshop.

“Thanks!!” You yell back, Natasha pulling a medium-sized bakery box from behind her as you give a little squeal.

“Happy birthday! I’ll give you your gift tonight, Лисичка. Until then, your cupcakes. And a cookie. ‘Cause I’m soft like that.” Natasha even gives a flourish as she presents the box before you.

“Спасибо,” Bucky is actually pleasantly surprised to hear you speak Russian so naturally. And Natasha’s nickname for you is both fitting and cute; little fox. You are already biting into one of the cupcakes, giving a little groan at how good it is, and wiggling a bit in your seat as well. After your first big bite, you charade-like gesture to Clint for a knife. Slicing the big cupcake into fourths, Clint and Natasha handing out napkins to put them on. “Try it!” You offer, sliding one of the fourths towards him.

“No, that’s your cupcake, doll.”

“It’s de-lici-ous,” You tease before polishing off your part.

“What about us?” Clint gestures to himself and Natasha, going quiet when he sees Natasha jerk her thumb over her shoulder to the fridge.

“I got a couple extra. I know you, dork.”

“I love you,” Clint whispers quickly before hurriedly turning for the fridge door.

“I know.” He can hear Natasha’s response but your gaze doesn’t waver from his except to look down at the piece of cupcake, which he takes between his flesh forefinger and thumb, popping it into his mouth in one big piece and smiling at her when he does before the sweet, creamy taste envelopes his mouth, the white chocolate shavings atop the icing adding to it making him groan. He can vaguely make out Sam bribing Clint for half of his cupcake and Steve eyeing it silently with interest when he manages to look away from you.

“I told you all it was good.”

“You weren’t lying, doll.” You lean in towards him, eyes so soft it almost hurts.

“Well now I know how to tempt you into doing my bidding,” Your teasing tone and the mischief that comes a little into play is far too sexy to resist, Bucky’s hand covering yours on the counter, his thumb swiping back and forth along your own.

“You could tempt me to do a lot with nothing in return, gorgeous.” He watches as your entire face and neck turn pink rapidly, lowering your eyes. Bucky pulls a small wrapped box from his hoodie pocket with his metal fingers, unwilling to remove his hand from yours. “Happy birthday, babydoll,” He whispers just loud enough for you to hear over the four people in the kitchen currently on the phone trying to order 24 more cupcakes and whatever else they’ve discovered on the menu that Steve is reading off.

“Bucky,” God, he loves hearing his name from you. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to.” Your foreheads are much closer now, leaning in like the two of you are sharing some secret.

“Thank you,” She almost whispers, taking a deep breath before turning her hand up and squeezing his that sits atop hers. He slides his hand off but keeps it close by as she opens the little box. In it is a small gold opal ring with simulated diamonds and an antique feel, twinking within the little box up at her. Bucky sears the look on your face into his memory, the way your mouth is slightly open as you gasp, your eyes taking in every facet of the ring with one hand on your chest with a bit of a watery look from his angle. “Bucky, it’s perfect.” Her gaze meets his again, a little more flustered now. “It’s too much though, Bucky.”

“No, doll. It isn’t. You do so much for all of us. I looked it up and you know how long you’ve been pushing my paperwork? Since I joined here after Thanos. I just handed my paperwork to Steve. If I had known how pretty my analyst was, I would’ve been messing up my reports left and right. You just make me wanna be around you more. And I know you can handle my grumpy ass since you’ve dealt with Clint and Steve for years at this point. Please accept it, doll. When I went to the bakery yesterday I passed by a little jewelry shop a couple blocks down and it just looked like you, if that makes sense…?” Your hand cupping and caressing his cheek as you just ooze this calm and lovely lightness at his words have him stunned, before blushing and dropping your hand back down to cup the box.

“Thank you so much, James,” Your eyes tear up again, your cute pink tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip. Dear God, he’s done something right to hear his actual name from your lips and to have it sound so fucking sweet that it makes the cupcake he just ate taste like dirt. “It makes perfect sense and I love it.”

“See if it fits. I asked Nat for your ring size,” He urges - he’s eager and not able to hide it, watching as she removes it from the box and slides it onto her right ring finger smoothly. The glee on your face as she turns to him with a surprised gasp is rewarding enough. “Perfect,” Bucky purrs out, taking hold of your right hand as you show it off.

“That’s a nice-looking ring!” Peter says loudly from behind you, making you jump and then playfully swat at him with your full left hand.

“Peter! Keep the sneaky spider skills off around me please!”

“Sorry! Sorry!” His hands are held aloft as he apologizes. “I thought you saw me!”

“I was admiring my birthday gift Bucky got me. It is pretty, isn’t it?” Peter peers over your shoulder again, looking at the ring as you move your finger to catch the light.

“Very pretty,” Peter agrees solemnly as the others chime in, Bucky glaring at them all as she turns both of their hands around to show it off to Natasha, Clint, Sam, and Steve. Your phone chimes with a text message, making you set down the empty gift box and withdraw it from your black dress pants.

“I didn’t realize I’d stayed up here so long! I have to go to work!”

“But do you really though??” Clint interjects as you shoot him a droll look.

“Yes Clint, some of us have to.”

“That hurt, kid. But I’m going to let it go because it is your birthday.”

“Thanks, Elsa.” You say dryly as you hop off the barstool, tucking your empty gift box into your pocket where your phone just was, and carefully reposition your leftover cupcake and cookie in its box. “I’ll see you all later then!” Blushing you lean forward quickly and brush your lips over Bucky’s cheek. “Спасибо, Лев,” Is whispered against his rough cheek before you hurry towards the elevator.

Once its doors slide closed, Natasha is just grinning like the Cheshire cat at him.

“You look a little pink yourself, Barnes,” She purrs, polishing off her juice and running her finger along the rim of the glass leisurely.

“What did she say to you to get you that color, jerk?” Steve asks, happily joining in on Natasha’s ribbing.

“Nothing, you punk -” Bucky is talked over by Natasha, goddamn her.

“She called him ‘lion’,” Natasha says slyly.

“Must be ‘cause of that untamed mane of hair he’s got,” Sam teases as he walks around and flicks a finger at the ends of said hair.

“I can’t stand you assholes,” Bucky mutters, placing his hands flat on the counter and pushing off of it as they all shout how much they like him! as he grabs his wax warmer and heads towards his room, replaying all of your interactions once more in his head. Sitting the little ghost on his nightstand, right beside the bracelet that he planned to give to you at dinner tonight, opening the warmer and giving a soft sniff at each of the boxes as he still reveled in the touch of your skin so much against his this morning. Unfortunately, now he just wants it all the more.

Dinner was delicious! Half of your favorite little Italian restaurant had been transformed with soft pinks and oranges, Bucky had been awaiting you just inside the door with a dazzling smile, he’s sure his eyes are crinkling at the corners when he sees you, making heat flash through him when he sees you. Someone had him seated next to you, thankfully, where he stayed faithfully all night, metal arm slung over the back of your chair after the meal was consumed, desserts now brought out along with the gifts Pepper had strategically put against the back wall behind her. Your leg pressed against Bucky’s feels so natural, so right, he wants to kick himself for all the time he hadn’t been aware of your presence. The waiter brings out mini cannolis and coffee, completing the dessert lineup and disappearing to the back for a bit for you all to continue the celebration.

God, you looked beautiful in the rust-colored dress, the material falling to just below your knees when standing and above your crossed knees while having dinner. You had wonderful legs for it, topped with black wedges, a pretty gold anklet, and a high messy ponytail...all of which had him drooling still. His ring still sits on your right hand, catching the intimate lighting of the restaurant with each gesture of your hand, filling his chest with something so bright it’s nearly bursting within him. Tony takes the gifts from Pepper, passing them down the line of people until they are situated in Wanda’s lap beside you and surrounding your dessert plate in a semicircle.

“Go ahead, babydoll,” He whispers against the shell of your ear, intimate enough for the small but upbeat collective around them, fighting not to do more when he sees your delicate little shiver followed by the slight blush and nod. You’re about to reach for the one closest to your left hand when you pause, turning your pretty little face back towards him. Close enough to kiss.

“Which one is yours?”

“How do you know I got you another one?” He asks with a raised eyebrow and smirk, watching as your eyes go to Natasha across the table before meeting his again, humor written in all the different colors and shades of your eyes. “Tattletales,” Bucky teases you and Natasha before tapping his forefinger against the one beside your near-empty wine glass. It’s a dark blue oblong box with a small, soft blush-colored ribbon around it. Once the ribbon is loose, Bucky watches as you take it and retie it around your ponytail before opening the box to reveal a beautiful gold bracelet that matches your ring from earlier tucked atop the white cottony filling.

“You have excellent taste,” She breathes out, fingers tracing delicately over the medallion and chain. “I love it, Bucky.” His fingers move just under her’s to cup the box, letting her withdraw the bracelet from its confines before sitting it aside his forgotten tiramisu. “Put it on me?”

“Of course,” He purrs, reaching for the gold chain between her fingers. It’s a perfect fit, the opal twinkling up at him from your left wrist.

“It’s beautiful, Bucky. Gorgeous. Really.”

“Not half as beautiful as you, doll,” His reply is fast and soft, eyes staring earnestly into your own. Your right hand comes up to run your fingers along his jawline, an automatic response almost to his soft compliment. A familiar response.

There is a soft clearing of a throat, bursting the bubble around the both of you, making you duck your head and drop your hand rapidly, his metal one shooting out automatically to wrap around it and cradle it in the small space between your two bodies. He doesn’t miss the soft squeeze nor the way your eyes fell to his lips. God, he wants to kiss you - feels almost like he needs it like air. Four days and he’s getting to the point where he doesn’t want to control himself. He wants to fall on his knees and beg to see your soulmate mark or beg her to let him show her his.

Bucky doesn’t know if he’ll make it 31 days honestly.

“Open mine!” Clint orders, leaning across the table to pour more wine in your glass with a knowing smirk at the two of you. Bucky releases your hand so you can open your gifts, glad to have this little almost normal intimacy with you.

Clint’s birthday gift is a pair of soft, fuzzy Halloween socks with a gold necklace with a cute little gold pumpkin charm sat atop them. You give him a look as you hold up the necklace, which just makes him shrug. “I’ll add the charm but you know how attached I am to my silver one.”

“I know, I know…” he chuckles, taking his last bite of cannoli with a wink.

Natasha rolls her eyes, pointing to the first present you had touched before opening Bucky’s.

It’s a gorgeous small onyx obelisk with hieroglyphics and a little wooden stand for it, and a little gold anklet with your name in a cartouche. “Natasha, it’s wonderful,” You breathe out, brushing fingers down the obelisk with silent reverence.

“You’re all over the place, kid,” Tony says fondly, ice clinking in his drink as he stirs leisurely.

“It’s good to have lots of interests,” Bruce agrees as Sam polishes off his third glass of whiskey with a bright grin beside him. Wanda pushes your plate a little more out of the way and sets the next box before you with a knowing and kind smile.

“Mine next!” Pepper calls cheerfully, pointing to the red box with a red ribbon. Inside the fairly large box is a wonderful dark brown purse tucked in the light blue tissue paper, your hand sliding over the well-tooled bag. “It’s imitation leather. I knew you just got a new wallet, so I figured you might need this.”

“It’s sooo soft, Pepper. I - I do and it feels butter soft, thank you so much.” You’re about to move it slightly to the side to continue with the next present when you hear the throat-clearing again from Tony, watching as his eyes dip down to Pepper’s box. You squint a little before reaching for the purse to lift it from its box, a flat Tiffany box under it making your mouth drop open a little as your eyes shoot back to Tony.

“Happy birthday!” Bucky takes the purse gently from your hand, freeing up both hands to reach for the extravagant gift. There are two pairs of earrings, twinkling at you like miniature stars within.

“Holy shit.”

Everything about them screams expensive - and not because of the very recognizable blue box they came in. They looked like something from The Devil Wears Prada or the Met Gala…something too fancy for such a common person like yourself to touch, let alone own.

“It’s just earrings,” Tony says lamely as Bucky’s metal arm wraps around you and tugs you a little closer, uncaring of anything else but chasing away the tears ready to spill over your lash line.

“They’re so pretty,” you sniffle out, scared to actually touch them. “But they’re too expensive. I’d be scared to wear them. I can’t Tony…please return them.”

“I’m not returning them! I picked them out for you. They’re not too heavy and they’re platinum so you can wear them everyday, all day like your other jewelry. They aren’t ostentatious or flashy. I bet no one will even realize they’re from Tiffany’s!” Pepper scowls at Tony, her eyes silently saying ‘This is why I choose her gifts.’

Bucky kisses the side of your head, relishing in the soft apple scent of your shampoo as he whispers to you it’s okay to be spoiled on your birthday. He waits until he gets a jerky nod before he pulls your chair a little closer with his foot and situates you fully on it again.

“No crying,” Wanda and Natasha order simultaneously as Steve hands you a handkerchief, arm stretched around Bucky’s back.

“I’ve just never been treated so well on my birthday. This,” you gesture to the restaurant and gifts. “Is a lot.”

“Well, we like you a lot. I, personally, love your stubborn and smart ass. Natasha does too. But not more than me, so remember that. Obviously Pepper and Tony do too. Steve adores you because I think you scare him a little and Sam has been half in love with you since you helped him with his “Luis” business. Barnes is diving head first into straight up obsession and Rhodey adores all of your SHIELD access and willingness to straight up tell government people off all types to politely fuck off,” Clint finishes by reach across the table, cupping and squeezing the hand that held the Tiffany box. “You’re pretty amazing. Weird, but ya know, amazing kiddo.”

You manage a watery smile, using your free hand to dab under your eyes with Steve’s handkerchief.

“I don’t deserve it, but thanks.”

“You deserve it.” Natasha affirms, smiling so reassuringly. “Who else was going to decide to be the second best friend to a Russian assassin on her first day at SHIELD? Who else spilled coffee all over Ross because he was being a shit about the Avengers Initiative? Or is a little Coulson? Who took out half a floor worth of Hydra slash Strike operatives because ‘these bitches brought a knife to a gunfight’?”

“Tasha, you said you wouldn’t mention my random mumbles while I was killing my former co-workers…” you whine, glaring at her across the table.

“That is not something you hear everyday,” Vision mumbles loudly beside Wanda, making Bruce cough softly.

“There were so many good ones though!” Tony says as Rhodey holds his hands up in surrender and Bruce shakes his head ruefully. “I made him listen to the audio to help figure out who was who afterwards. And because let’s be honest, you and Sam were delivering some gold one-liners.” Sam points at you and then air high fives you from his place beside Natasha with a wide smile as Steve shakes his head in time with Clint.

“Well it was a shit day. Except for Bucky,” you agree slightly, placing the Tiffany box back under the purse. Like hiding a priceless treasure from a looter, it feels like, and then patting Bucky’s flesh hand on the tabletop.

“Except for Bucky?” Bucky, Steve and Bruce repeat in sync.

“Well, umm, yeah. He got to stop taking orders as the Winter Soldier. He got loose from 70 years of brainwashing to go off and discover himself a bit. So while it was a bad day for lots of other people it wasn’t for him. He didn’t murder his best friend and he walked away a mostly free man.”

Bucky snorts at your summation. “I'm not going to tell her she’s wrong. Especially on her birthday.” He grins as your finger comes straight up and you poke at his nice dark blue shirt with each of your points.

“First off, I’m NOT wrong, sir. Secondly, it wouldn’t matter if it was my birthday or not! ‘Cause I’m not wrong. I am rarely wrong, in fact. Ask anyone here.”

“Of course, doll,” He purrs, still grinning as he takes your hand and opens it to kiss your palm, watching transfixed as your face and neck flush, ducking your gaze at his actions.

“I am enjoying this back and forth faaaar too much,” Steve rumbles from the other side, leaning forward to flash you both a knowing smile and wink.

“You didn’t open mine yet!” Sam saves you with his high whine, reaching over to steal Natasha’s full glass of wine.

“Okay. Okay,” You reassure, gently taking your hand back from Bucky and leaning into him to give Steve’s handkerchief back. “This one is yours?” You tap the forest green wrapped one as he nods enthusiastically.

Sam’s gift is a spa package from the place you follow on Instagram and constantly share their posts in hopes of winning a service, so he gets a hell of an enthusiastic thank you. You ooh and ahh over Rhodey’s wonderful charcoal coat that he got you, with dark brown trim inside that matches your new purse from Pepper, even carefully draping it over the back of your chair after a quick modeling of it. Bruce’s is a $100 gift card to your beloved bakery. Vision’s is two lovely cashmere sweaters; one an eggplant color and the other a rust color just a few shades darker than your dress. Wanda has gotten you a drop dead gorgeous black gem crown that you had been gushing over with her at lunch one day, laughing with her at the inside joke as she places it in your hair. Bucky thinks this is how Hades must have felt seeing Persephone as his Queen for the first time. This ethereal breath of life and spring and giving sitting so lovely before him in his darker death colors and stones. Makes all the more sense that she loves fall. His little spooky Fall queen and the former Winter Soldier.

You settle back once you’re done, thanking everyone enthusiastically once more as Tony looks confused at the head of the table.

“Wait a second…where was Cap’s gift?! Huh? Holding out on us Steve? What did you do, get her a car?”

You actually pale a little at Tony’s remark as Steve just flashes a shit eating grin.

“She opened mine already.” There are a few glances towards the pile of gifts carefully stacked and arranged beside your chair and in Wanda’s lap as she shuffles things around. Bucky makes note of the lack of surprise on Natasha and Clint’s faces, surmising he got a lot of help with his gift.

“The basket!” You squeal joyfully as Steve gives a single nod, baby blues fucking twinkling.

“I couldn’t resist giving it early. And Natasha and Clint did help me, telling me things you like.”

“Aww Stevie,” Wait - since when did she call him Stevie? “That’s so sweet, and I did really love everything in my basket. It was perfect, you little sneak.” Steve elbows Bucky out of the way a little to take your hand and kiss it, smiling up at you and fluttering his stupid eyelashes.

“You’ve created another monster,” Rhodey observes as Bucky subtlety kicks his best friend in the shin to get him to release your hand.

“Another?”

“No. Steve is a shit to begin with,” Bucky pout/glares, making you laugh before your hand reaches up to poke his cheek repeatedly in an attempt to get him to smile.

“Last time I checked you were all shits. Except Pepper, Bruce, Rhodey and Vision. They’re my angels.”

Everyone quickly starts pointing at others and overlapping summaries of why so-and-so was more of a shit than they were, letting Bucky dip his head down to kiss your cheek, marveling at your skills of deflection.

“I think you’re a shit too, doll,” He murmurs once more against the shell of your ear, nosing just behind it before you pull away with mirth in your eyes and an entrancingly smug smile.

“Why do you think I get along so well with everyone?” Steve and Bucky both burst out laughing at your words, Clint and Natasha calling for an ending evening toast.

“Let’s blow this popsicle stand!” Tony announces loudly, standing quickly from his seat with a bottle of something firmly in his left hand.

“Don’t you mean capcicle?” Sam snickers out as Rhodey tries to swallow his ill timed drink before he chokes or coughs it out.

“Tell me we all don’t fit together,” You insist as you rise, Bucky following your movement eagerly before reaching for your new coat to help you into it. Everyone shuffles around you two, stopping to give quick kisses and hugs to you before they all head back to the Tower, Bucky carefully noting that Vision, Wanda, and Natasha have gathered your other presents and wisked them away from the table - leaving the two of you now blissfully alone.

“You’re right,” Bucky affirms with an easy grin.

“And you’re smart, Sarge.” You chuckle, poking him in the chest once playfully as he shrugs into his own coat. You nearly trip trying to get around the chair he was sitting in, his hands shooting out quickly to steady you, lifting you with ease and turning around quickly so your back is now to the entrance of the restaurant.

“Careful, doll,” Bucky whispers, still holding firm to you, chest to chest as your cheeks pinken.

“I’m trying but you make it so difficult, Bucky.” He knows you meant in regards to the mystery soulmate gift giver - to the thing that is blossoming between them quickly and deeply - but he can’t help but smile gently down at you.

“Did you have a good birthday?” Her hands slide up his forearms and come to rest at his chest fingers tracing faintly along his jacket’s lapel stitching as a soft, bright smile comes back to your lips.

“The best.”

“Good,” He mutters before dipping his head down to capture those soft lips.

He’s been waiting since he laid eyes on you for this moment...to feel how soft your lips are against his. How perfectly they mould with his. How sweet they would taste.

Your fingers slide up, one hand sliding along the nape of his neck and into those soft hairs there as the other hand splays across his upper back as you cling to him. You give a soft, tiny moan - opening up for him to plunder as your hand tightens slightly in his hair, a noise emerging from his throat at the action that you swallow down. Bucky’s hearing detects someone coming close, stopping and then quickly walking away, but Bucky is too involved to check, your mouth pulling away from his just after and pressing a few soft kisses to the corner of his mouth and along his jawline.

“Babydoll,” He breathes out, looking down at your serene expression, still so gorgeous with your crown and kiss swollen lips.

“Don’t,” You whisper, brushing your finger along his jaw as the other plays with the long strands by his right shoulder. “Just wait until after Halloween. Please.”

He’s torn by your words.

He wants it to be you. Wants to prove to you that he’s your soulmate.

And he honestly didn’t want to wait until the 31st. He wasn’t sure he was strong enough.

“If that’s what you want,” He finally manages to get the words out and plaster on a small smile, feeling you relax slightly in his arms at his acquiescence.

“I want you, James. But I don’t want to get in anyone else’s way.” Bucky gives a barely there nod before setting you down, taking your hand in his flesh one.

“Let me walk you home, doll.”

The relief written in your eyes and face as you wrap your free hand around his bicep, giving him a smile in return as you two exit the restaurant and out into the slight bite of the fall evening.

“I’d love that, Sarge.”

[october 5th]

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