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hi, can u write a wonyoung x male reader fluff?

Even Princesses Cry Sometimes

IZ Days of Christmas: Day 12 - Jang Wonyoung

IVE's Jang Wonyoung x Male/Female Reader Fluff

2,123 words

Categories | short, slightly angsty, idol!Wonyoung, caring!reader, tears and cuddles

Very short and late, but who cares?

Maybe I'll catch up with Yujin and Yuri some of these days.

It’s always another day, another front she’s putting up. Another disguise. Of course, only you know about the partial artificiality of it all. When she tries to put on a brave face throughout her schedules, or tells a particularly rude fan to take care of themself despite their scathing words, part of your heart just aches with the knowledge. Like you, she’s still so young - no eighteen-year-old has to bear with the pressure of the world burdening their shoulders like rocks.

No eighteen-year-old has gone through as much as Jang Wonyoung has. You want to make it easier for her, but she almost never lets you. She’s built such a great wall around herself that even you, her partner, can’t break through. Even if you summoned all the might into your fists and beat around its bricks, it would take long before you can even make a hole.

For the wall to be broken, the one who built it must reach out.

Gaze at the television and wonder when that will happen. It’s rarer than anything. But there she stands, gorgeous as always. Her dark hair flows in the night, and the blue dress that drapes around her form makes her look like a princess. With the colors and her makeup, she can easily pass as a Korean Cinderella. No, she can’t be Cinderella - Wonyoung never needs someone to save her. She was never a damsel in distress, which is why she’s expressed her dislike for the tale so many times:

(“It’s so… fucking odd, jagi-ya,” laughed Wonyoung, over a pack of potato salted-egg chips, while she lounged with you on the sofa. The TV was on, the classical Cinderella was playing, and Wonyoung was… well, unimpressed. She ran through her locks of messy curled hair and added, “I understand the situation. I really do—”

“You don’t,” you interrupted truthfully, but not without a smile. Oh, never without a smile; Wonyoung is your happy pill, no matter what she says.

Wonyoung laughed loudly, pushing you in the chest hard. Laughter overtook her tiny frame. “Fine, fine!” she admitted. “I don’t, but see here… this is fucking ridiculous. It’s just- ugh!” She rolled her eyes and gave you an exasperated look. “But you get me, don’t you? You get what I mean?”

There was a hint of fear in those beautiful eyes of hers. Something told you that the question was born not out of frustration, but was instead from caution nested in the swindle of circumstance the universe had blown her to. Was Wonyoung afraid she would offend you? Had the headlines and tabloid articles created a phobia she’d never dare tell anyone - not even you?

But then your lips found her forehead creased with lines of worry, and you felt them relax beneath the touch of your love. Wonyoung settled into your arms as if she were your little songbird, and you were the only nest she found that would not break.

“I do, hon,” you told her. “I do.”)

Fine, you’d settle for her being no one because not one princess out there can match Wonyoung in everything she does. She’s the perfect girl, the perfect idol. She’s pretty, talented, and charismatic enough to attract all of her success by herself. No girl her age is at the point of success she has at her fingertips. But it’s something that can easily be snatched from her with just the wrong move. Everyday is a challenge for her; too much smiling equals to her being too flirtatious, but little smiling and winks mean that she’s too reserved and self-centered to take notice of the people around her. In everything she does, begrudged people find a way to twist it around into a bad light.

You admire how resilient she is. Much to the shock of her admirers and fanatics, it isn’t exactly ideal to live a life being so closely watched. Not even with all the wealth she possesses. The way she has learned to cope with it independently teaches you more life lessons than any seminar could. But you want to remind her sometimes that she doesn’t have to be strong all the time with you. You can take her falls. You have each other, don’t you? Isn’t that what partners are for?

The fall of the princess is televised, put out there for everyone to pick apart and make fun of. Worst of all, you aren't able to catch her.

Wonyoung is happy to find out that her group, the monster rookie idol band IVE, won a lot of medals and marked new milestones. But now tears slip down her beautiful face. The camera focuses on her. It loves her, craves her - every bit of Jang Wonyoung is too pretty to not be captured and immortalized; of course it does. She sees it and tries to stop, but the fat drops of grief - grief for what could have been, what should have been; grief for her young self who wasn’t and isn’t able to enjoy the last few years of her childhood - continue to pour down like rain.

As the colorful confetti falls from the roof of the grand stadium, she falls, too, and the members start to take notice. Yujin leans over to ask if she needs a tissue, and Jiwon rubs a comforting hand on her back. But none quench the need for a hug she has buried deep inside her heart. She needs someone beyond her friends slash co-workers. She needs you.

Wonyoung looks around. There are only crowds and crowds of noisy fans and cameras flashing. But her observant eyes scrutinize every corner in the large room for any sign of you. There’s still hope in her heart that you’ll come dashing into the show to help her. Sort of like a knight in shining armor in a children’s fairy tale.

Jagi-ya? Where are you? I need you right now, please. You can’t leave me here.

Then she remembers: her life may be glamorous, but it isn’t a fairytale. She’s only one girl, in a massive crowd of people she doesn’t know, trying to make it through the night. Her thoughts are making it more than difficult though. They consist of the pain she went through to get here: those dark nights where she practiced till her legs felt like they were going to snap, the harsh scolding she received from teachers, days when her schedules were so packed that she didn’t even have the time to eat or even breathe…

Wonyoung’s makeup is stained with her own sadness. She’s gorgeous - that’s an indisputable fact, she’s talented, she’s young and successful. But what are the hardships she had to bear and all its blooming fruits worth if she doesn’t have you?

She’s torn up from the inside. She needs you now, more than anything, yet you are nowhere to be found. But it isn’t your fault. She’s been too reserved and private after all, dealing with her matters and affairs by herself. It’s only natural that you would think that she can handle her tears. Compared to everything she has to handle, tears are merely a little thing. You’re already used to the idea of her being self-reliant, so why would you show up now?

Her phone buzzes all of a sudden. One click at the side of the costly phone case, she’s able to see your messages.

You | 11:47 PM | Hey, princess?

You want to take the night off a little early? Watch some clueless? :)

And she thought you’d never come.

Wonyoung crashes between your rounded arms. This time, you don’t worry about messing up her hair, which must have taken hours to curl. You don’t hold yourself back from taking her in your arms, although the stylists warned her not to ruin the pretty blue dress. No, you bury your face into her neck, kissing it over and over. You’re happy to see her; only meeting her less these past few weeks has made you lonelier than you’d like to admit. And you know that she’s happy too; her tearful, beautiful eyes sparkle when she gazes up at you. But you also know that, although she would rather die than admit it, she’s been missing the comfort of someone caring for her.

She’s a princess, and you’re her knight in shining armor. Wonyoung rarely needs you, much less a knight to come save her. But she appreciates your love. She’ll hide it behind blushes and playful circles of her eyes, but she loves you. It comforts her that you do, too.

People are staring. The cameras start flashing. The same fear gathers up in Wonyoung’s heart again, but this time, she shoves it aside. She’s not going to hide her love for you anymore. She won’t let anyone get in her way.

The wall has finally broken and deteriorated.

Wonyoung seizes your face in between her slim hands, and kisses you deeply. It surprises you; her full lips are extremely soft, brushing over your pink ones and locking them with hers. Her eyes close, but your eyelids remain parted. This time, you’re the one scared. You aren’t scared of your own reputation, but for Wonyoung. What will the media do when they find out she has a partner already? Oh, how they’d villainize her! How they’d paint her into a promiscuous, indifferent queen bee!

“W-Wonyoung,” you stammer, when she finally stops. “The, the media—”

“Darling, please. I don’t care anymore. I just want you.”

Her words feed into a phone-installed recorder nearby. The woman holding it looks horrified, but Wonyoung simply gives her a coy wink. You smile; that’s the Jang Wonyoung you know.

You smile sincerely. Brush the tears from her face with your thumb, and realize just how much you love Wonyoung. It’s like destiny tied your threads together from the beginning. You were just a fan of her back in Produce 48 because you love how brave she was to put herself out there, despite being your age only. Hell, you couldn’t do that. When she met you at a fanmeeting and discreetly passed you her number, you were on top of the world. It was straight out of a fanfiction.

But all fanfictions end. That can’t be said about you and her. You’re best friends, lovers, and frenemies all at once. Your relationship is built around deep friendship, and that’s why you’re certain that the love you share with Wonyoung will go on forever.

“That’s my girl,” you whisper, kissing her forehead. It’s only you and her in this stadium. All the others are faceless ghosts, nothing to worry about. “Movie night?”

Wonyoung smiles giddily. “You bet!”

For the first time in years, Wonyoung completely cuddles up in your lap. Thank your parents for having tall genes; if you were any shorter than Wonyoung, you would be the one seated in her lap. It would be the other way around.

You still keep CDs, so you’re able to watch Clueless with her on the television. She’s raptly watching the iconic chick flick, mimicking the main character with “As if!”s and laughing afterwards. But you’re more interested in her rather than the film itself. Wonyoung is the prettiest when she’s happy. The companies love her trendy poses when she shoots magazine covers or photos, but her most charming self is this:

Half-moon eyes, mouth stretched into a giggly grin, and her hand becoming the resting place of her cheek as she laughs over and over at the comedic timings of the movie. Her brown hair in its uncurled natural state resting at her shoulders, which are not trapped in one of the stage outfits anymore, but rather a big, gray sweatshirt that was once yours. You want it back, but she looks better in it than you do, so you speak nothing about it.

Wonyoung falls asleep just when Clueless is about to reach its conclusive end. With strong, trained arms, you carry her over to your shared bed and tuck her to bed. She stirs a little, but she doesn’t open her eyes. She only smiles, knowing you have her back now, and beckons you under the sheets.

Slide under the comforter and wrap a protective arm around her. Moments like these make you happily remember that Jang Wonyoung isn’t merely just an idol, but your girlfriend. Your little spoon. Your baby rabbit. At the same time, you match all her curved puzzle pieces, and act the role of being her partner, big spoon, and a caring person who won’t let any hunter find her.

You’re made for each other. And as you snuggle closer to Wonyoung, your puzzle pieces connect. You promise, silently, to never let go.

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leilakisakabiri · 1 year

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Afternoon Activities (Neymar Jr)

Summary: You and Neymar face off in a football match.

Warning(s): none, just fluff.

Word Count: [1814]

You squeal running away from Neymar as he chased after you, a pillow in hand, trying to hit you.

"Davi, stop her!" Neymar shouts at the little boy, watching as he runs towards you from the opposite direction.

"Davi, please, don't do this!" You yell dramatically as he runs to you with hands outstretched trying to catch you.

He stops running when he hears your words, letting you pass by him and down the hallway into the living room.

"Davi! What are you doing? We could have got her!"

"She said please!" Davi responds.

Your face hurts from smiling so much as you let out a loud iaugh.

What a sweet kid.

Neymar jokingly glares at you as you stick your tongue out at him, both of you facing each other on opposites sides of the couch.

"Just give in Y/N!" Neymar tries.

You shake your head vigorously,

"No way. I'd rather run a 10 miles than do that, and you know I hate running."

This whole thing had started after you complained about being bored. You had come over to Neymar's house in the afternoon, and after being there for two hours just sitting on his couch as he played Fifa you found yourself wanting to do something. He had tried to get you to play, but you wanted to go outside. It was summer in Paris and it was a beautiful sunny day.

Why waste it?

After your revelation, he decided the best thing for the both of you to do was to play a friendly game of football. You immediately shot down his suggestion, while you watched Davi who had been busy playing with his dinosaurs in the corner lift his head with joy once he heard what Neymar said, clapping his hands together in excitement.

You weren't too bad of a player, however, obviously, your talents were nothing compared to Neymar, him being a professional and all. However, it wasn't the aspect of losing you that made you not want to play, even though you did lose, a lot, in fact almost every single game. It was the fact that Neymar did not hold back. He got so into the game, and once his competitiveness took over there was no stopping him. He would constantly play unfairly, by either tackling you to get the ball, or showboating simply to get you riled up.

The last time the both of you had played against each other, you had ended up with a nasty cut on your leg after he had shoved you and you landed rather ungracefully on a sprinkler wedged in the grass. Admittedly, you had started the brawl by pushing into him any chance you got, trying to distance him from the ball, but in the end, you got hurt and not him.

Since then you had been adamant about not playing with him, not wanting a repeat of last time.

"C'mon Y/N Please. I promise I won't do anything this time." He tried again.

"Your such a liar! You play so dirty! You always tackle me." You exclaimed.

He wiggled his eyes, a smirk on his face, "Shh bebe, don't say that in front of Davi. You're so wild."

You rolled your eyes for the hundredth time. This boy.

Before you could even finish your eye roll you felt someone slam into you, sending the both of you tumbling to the ground.

It took you about half a second after landing on the ground to realize Neymar had jumped over the couch and onto you.

What a bitch.

"Ugh ew! Get off." You whined trying to shove his body that was on top of yours away from you.

He laughed from above you,

"Oh I'm gross? I'm gross?" He questioned as he started to pepper your face with kisses and you squirmed underneath him, laughter escaping you.

"Ok fine maybe not gross. Now will you get up?"

Instead of getting up, you felt him snuggle closer to you, his warm hands wrapping around your waist as he laid his head on your chest.

"Mmm only if you play football with me."

"What are you 5?" You retorted, trying to keep up the act, but you found yourself running your hands through his hair as he laid on you.

You felt another body thud on top of yours, and you saw that Davi had joined your little huddle.

"I am!" he exclaimed proudly as he sat on top of Neymar, holding up 5 fingers.

"Don't do it for me. Do it for him." Neymar said.

"Please?" Davi spoke up.

You squinted your eyes, "Are you guys teaming up on me?"

The two of them just looked at you with blank stares.

You groaned, "Okay fine, now get up you’re cutting off my air flow."

You heard the boys cheer as they both stood up, letting you get up.

You had just stood up when you felt Neymar pull you into him, putting his arm around you as you walked to the backyard.

"I promise I'll go easy." He said.

You shook your head, looking up at him, "No way. Play your best."

You saw a grin adore his features as he squeezed your shoulders, "That's my girl."

You felt a warmth spread through your stomach as he said those words. No matter how much time you spent with Neymar he still made you blush like crazy with just the smallest things. He would always say the sweetest things in the most nonchalant ways like he wasn't even thinking twice about them, and you couldn't help but find it extremely endearing.

"Ok Davi, you ready?" You asked as you separated from Neymar, going to the middle of the makeshift field where Davi had already placed a ball.

Davi loved to watch you and Neymar play against each other, probably because it was the closest he got to seeing his dad on the field, and also because he loved watching you both playfully fight each other. He was supposed to be the referee but he never stopped Neymar from tackling you, or even ever gave out a foul.

He was clearly bias, but whatever.

"Ok, Go!" Davi shouted as both you and Neymar hit the ball at the same time, the ball stuck between the two of you.

Neymar got possession of the ball quickly and raced down the field. You mentally cursed yourself for letting it slip away, you had played enough times with him to begin to understand his mannerisms, and you were starting to be able to guess when he was faking and when he was actually going for it, yet you were distracted and let him take it away.

You chased after him, trying to stick your foot in front of his to get the ball back.

He expected your move and was quick to pull the ball back, passing around you.

He laughed, turning to look at you over his shoulder, "You have to be smarter than that amor."

You huffed, running towards the goal just as he prepared to shoot.

You got there just in time and dived, sending the ball flying out of bounds.

You saw Neymar's face fall as you saved it.

"Foul!" He called.

This little shit.

"Foul?" You screamed back looking at him in anger.

"Why is that foul? No way!"

“You touched the ball with your hand.” He argued.

“That’s because I’m the goalie!”

You both looked at Davi as he debated, "No foul!"

You cheered at his decision while Neymar hung his head, sad his son hadn't bought into his act. Clearly, there was no foul and you had just saved the goal, but Neymar's favorite pass time it seemed was annoying you, and he would do anything to achieve it.

Once the ball was back in play you raced forward, watching as Neymar charged towards you.

You had been practicing a few skills yourself, after you and your friend had stayed up late one night, wine drunk and daring each other to do random things, one of those being learning how to do a rainbow flick.

You watched intently as Neymar came closer, once he was close enough you surprised him by kicking the ball over his head, and bypassing him.

He stopped, shocked, and you used his surprise to your advantage as you ran across the field before kicking the ball into the net.

However, before you could celebrate your goal you felt a familiar body collide with yours.

This time you ended up on top, as Neymar took the brunt of the fall.

"Hey! Foul! I didn't even have ball anymore!" You shouted, sitting up when the world stopped spinning around you.

Neymar grabbed your hands, lacing them with his before pulling you down on top of him, "Been practicing hmm? Got tricks now?" he whispered his breath fanning across your face.

You felt your heartbeat accelerate at how close he was, suddenly very aware of the fact that you were straddling him, "I've got a lot of tricks."

You felt him inhale sharply, his smirk slipping away as his eyes sparkled with mischief, "Is that a promise?"

The moment was interrupted when you heard Davi running over,

"What is going on?" He asked, hands on his hips.

You held up your hands in surrender as you got off Neymar, "Don't look at me ref. Neymar is the one who decided to foul me."

Davi considered this for a moment before he finally nodded, "Ok. Free goal."

You grinned up at him, from your position on the grass, pulling his little body into a tight hug, "Holy shit, 2 goals for 1? I'll take it!"

Davi giggled against you, "Y/N, bad word." He exclaimed shaking his finger at you.

"Oops. Sorry I'm just on a high." You smiled.

"Let's just end the game here."

Neymar looked over at you, seemingly not pleased before he caved, "Ok Fine."

You stood up cheering, and dancing with Davi.

"YAY! I AM THE CHAMPION." you screamed, letting go of Davi before sending hand kisses to your imaginary fans.

"Yeah, yeah, don't let it get to your head." Neymar retorted coming up to stand next to you, amused by your antics.

You turned to look at him, eyebrow raised, "Oh what like you did?"

You watched as he let out a gasp, feigning hurt, "Ouch Y/N you wound me."

You rolled your eyes, patting his chest, "I'm sure you'll find someway to get over it."

"Now c'mon, you have to play Fifa with me so I can beat you in that too." You said, already walking back into the house, still on your high from winning.

He grinned at your retreating form,

"She definitely let it get to her head." He whispered to Davi as he led him towards the house.

"Heard that!" You shouted.

Both him and Davi let out giggles at your response and you found yourself smiling widely again as you walked back into the living room.

You could definitely get used to this.

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nightmaree-eyess · 10 months

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Abby takes you in

Tlou fanfic

I’m writing this fic based on a dream I had and idk how tf to do this so yeah…

Smut mdni 18+ Abby butch, y/n, female reader, dom Abby, fingering, head, teasing, hickeys

Word count: 1526

Scroll down for smut. Starts at —

You were just picked up by a butch woman (she says her name is Abby) and her son (his name is lev) because your group up and left you because you were going too slow. But you’re glad you weren’t alone for that long when they found you. Ok, they might’ve left you for a couple days but they said they were coming back. You believed them till the 2nd day. Abby and lev found you on the 4th day and thank who/what ever is out there cause any longer you would’ve died. You have no supplies just a weapon and a flashlight. They say they’re looking for a group called the “fire flies”. Where ever they’re going I’ll follow cause I don’t mind the view of this woman’s ass.

We reach a farm house after a couple hours. The door seems to be jammed.

“Hey y/n help me with the door”

“You’re literally all muscle how am I gonna help you?”

Abby rolls her eyes but you see a hint of a smile

“Just get over here and help me”

We ran into the door and end up tumbling inside. You end up on top of her and you’re face blushes. It’s very noticeable. All you can think about is how soft her hair looks and how kissable her lips are. Abby looks at you. Her hands on your lower back so she took most of the fall and you see a slight blush bloom across her face.

“Can you guys get a room already? This is gross” Lev says jokingly

You scramble to your feet. Not entirely embarrassed but your face is still red hot. Abby gives you a shy smile while scratching the back of her neck. Maybe she was embarrassed but not mortified at least.

You go looking around the farm house wondering who owned it last. You go into a room upstairs and you find a desk, a guitar, some drawings of a woman and a child, and boxes everywhere. Who ever drew these had an amazing talent and you’re kinda jealous. In another room, you find that it was just used as a storage room and you’re curious as to who lived here so you rummage through their stuff.

You find a family photo and the person (you assume) behind the artwork. You read the back and it says “You’re not a burden, you’re the best thing to ever happen to me, I love you, Ellie” which ever one is Ellie must not have a way with words but she tried.

You look some more and find matching bracelets. I don’t know if it would be weird to give Abby the matching half considering we just met and these are random bracelets I found but you keep them just incase. You wanna thank her for taking you in somehow.

You guys get ready for bed and you lay awake for hours on end. You don’t know what could be making your mind race so you see if Abby is awake.

“Pst abby” you whisper

Abby groans

“Pssst abbyyyy”

“What y/n?” She says in her sexy half asleep voice

You clench your legs.

“Are you awake?”

“I am now what’s up?”

You give her a look as to say “I don’t wanna wake lev” and you guys go upstairs to talk.

You walk into the storage room upstairs and close the door behind you.

“I don’t know why I can’t sleep! I’ve been tossing and turning all night!”

“Maybe you have something on your mind you don’t know about. I mean your group just left you a couple days ago. That’s gotta fuck with your head”

Ugh you can listen to this woman talk all day. It helps that she is the most beautiful woman to ever walk in your orbit too. Her short hair faded on the sides and her piercing blue eyes. You can get lost in them.

This might be kinda weird but you figured that maybe you can’t sleep cause you have all this pent up energy you need released and maybe Abby will help.

“Maybe I can’t sleep cause I have all this pent up energy and need help getting it out” you say an octave lower

“Maybe I can help with that”

God her voice is like butter

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She grabs your neck and pulls you into a messy kiss. All teeth and drool and you find it so exhilarating. You take each others shirts off and Abby isn’t wearing a bra.

She pushes you up against the door and ghosts the seam of your pants

She plays with your tits over your black teeshirt bra

“You gotta tell me what you want and affirmative yes’ ”

You shake your head

“I need words y/n”

“I-I want you to” you let out a breathy moan

“I want you to eat my pussy”

“That’s my girl. Wasn’t that hard now was it?”

She traces the seam of your pants with her calloused fingers. She’s taking her time just to tease you.

She kisses you and trails kisses all down your neck, your collar bone, your breast, your torso

“Is this ok?” She asks as she’s about to take my pants off

“Mhm” I manage to get out. I’m already so fucking horny and she hasn’t even started.

“Words y/n, I need full sentences”

“Yes m’ame that’s fine”

She is eye level with your pussy and unbuttoning your pants. She looks up at you with hunger in her eyes. God she looks ethereal from this angle.

She takes your lace thong in her teeth and slowly slides them off you. Damn this girl loves to tease. You can smell your heat from here and it’s driving her crazy.

“You looks so gorgeous from down here princess”

You almost came just from those words alone

She dives in, her nose rubbing your clit and her tongue lapping you up.

You take a fist full of her hair and hold her head. It’s as soft as you imagined.

“You’re already so wet for me”

You let out a moan in response

As you’re about to come Abby stops.

“I need a better angle, lay on the floor on your back for me” abby says sternly, but like velvet

“Yes m’ame”

You do as you’re told and Abby kisses you and follows the trail of kisses she left before. But this time she ends up in your inner thighs. Leaving hickeys as big as quarters.

“What can I say? I love to leave a mark. Shows people I got to have you. That I was lucky enough to have you”

You blush and bite your lip in response

After that she goes straight in on your clit. She’s sucking while flicking her tongue and it’s the best fucking feeling ever.

She slowly enters a finger and you let out a moan

“Ah fuck yes”

“You like that baby?”

“Yes m’ame”

She enters another finger and you enter another demention.

“Faster Abby p-please”

She does as she’s told and your legs start shaking and your vision gets spotty

“Im- im gonna cum”

Is all you can get out before you start convulsing, your walls grip around Abby’s girthy fingers and you drip all down her face and hands.

Abby’s licks you up and slowly comes up for a kiss. You taste yourself and it almost turns you on again, ready for round 2.

“I thought you were the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen the moment I laid eyes on you” Abby says

You smile a drunken smile as you guys lay on the floor for a couple minutes recuperating. She nuzzles into your neck and inhales while she big spoons you. Her hand on your breast. And you whisper

“I thought the same”

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You guys almost fall asleep upstairs but the hardwood floor was uncomfortable. Before you leave the storage room though there was one thing you wanted to bring up to abby.

“Hey abby?” You say sheepishly

“Yeah? Are you ok?” Abby said concerning.

“Yeah yeah I’m great but I just- I just wanted to say thank you”

“For what?”

“Taking me in and letting me join your group when you could’ve just left me to die”

“Well I’d never leave a pretty girl like you alone in the woods, also what your group did to you was fucked up anyways”

You blush “that’s very sweet. I don’t know if this is weird but, I found these bracelets in here and I- I wanted to give you one… as a thank you”

The bracelets are a dainty silver chain with a wolf on it.

“These are beautiful y/n thank you. That was very thoughtful of you.”

She puts on the bracelet and holds her hand out to show it off and you do the same.

Abby grabs your hand with the bracelet on it and kisses it

“This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you love”

You blush

“We should get downstairs the suns almost up”

Abby grabs you by the waist and you leave the storage room behind.

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msnanu · 7 months

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Life Twist 12 | JJK

⏤banner by the talented and sweet: @archivedkookie ❣

⏤summary ❧ After an enormous loss in your life and breaking a long relationship with your now ex boyfriend, you decided you needed a life twist. So you move into a new country to try restart your life and seek for your happiness. What you weren't expecting was someone like Jungkook entering into your life as soon as you got to Seoul.

⏤𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❧ jungkook x female reader

⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 ❧ fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, 4 years age gap (reader is JK's noona)

⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ❧ mature language

⏤𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ❧ 10.2k+

⏤ author's note❧ It's finally here! 😌 - I'm so sorry for delaying this for such a long time, this past month has not been easy for me. When I was getting back into writing my beautiful furry friend decided to cross the rainbow. It took a while for me to feel better honestly. For now this will be the last chapter of Life Twist. I might continue it or not, I'm open to write some drabbles for this couple if requested. I loved writing the story of this two lovebirds and I hope you loved it as much as I did 💜 As always, don't hesitate on leaving your thoughts on the story, it makes my heart warm everytime I read your comments. FYI - I'll be working on new ff's! Love u guys and thank u for the love you gave to this story! 🥰

"So, you're saying he was totally unfazed about Minho?" says Aria sounding genuinely surprised while Emma added "Like, you did not even sense an ounce of jealousy coming from him?".

The three of you were in a corner of Taehyung's apartment talking or more like whispering about your little encounter earlier today with Minho and JK at the gym's exit. The rest of your friends - including Jungkook - were just a few meters away from you so you couldn’t be too loud with your conversation.

You shook your head and continued "I don't know how to describe it. I’m telling you, he was like another person, not the Jungkook I dated. I mean, for God's sake!" you exclaim shouting in a whisper to your two friends "Last time he saw Minho he kept glaring the shit out of him and now the two of them were acting as if they were friends!"

"Well, I'll be damn. I didn't think he could change this much in four months. Seems like therapy is doing its job" added Aria while taking a sip of her gin tonic.

"And how do you feel about all of this?" said Emma looking at you curiously.

You groan loudly, throwing your head back. "Ugh. That's the thing. I don't know. Every time I see him, I want to jump right on him" you say while watching Jungkook talking to Yoongi on the other side of the room and the girls giggle at your honesty.

"I just-" you stop yourself thinking how to voice out your thoughts correctly "There's a part of me that is full of fear. We are in a good place now, I mean... look we are in the same room, we are not pulling each other’s head off and everything's okay"

"But?"

"But I'm still in love with him, so madly in love that it drives me crazy. I'm so fucking whipped!" you exclaim while sighing and rubbing your temples.

Both of your friends look at you with worried faces, you're clearly too stressed with the whole situation.

"You know I wasn't rooting for you to fix things up with Jungkook in the first place" starts Aria without any filter as usual.

Auch. That was harsh. But you know Aria means well and she's the type to give tough love.

"But that was Jungkook from four months ago, the guy that couldn't even stand to see someone looking at you. This Jungkook-" she says moving her head in his direction "The one that is doing therapy - even though we know he never was fond of it - in a way it feels like he's a whole new person. He is still the same goofy Jungkook we all knew but I think everything that happened with you made him more mature and maybe - I'm saying just maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing to give him another chance" she finishes giving you a sweet smile.

"I can't believe I'm hearing that coming out from your mouth, Aria" said Emma with an amusing tone.

Aria loves Jungkook like a little brother but since you two broke up, she sided with you. There wasn't any bad blood between them at all, but she made it clear that she wasn't happy with how Jungkook had treated you.

You were frowning for a while and seeing that you were awfully silent, Aria's comforting voice caught once again your attention "At the end, it's always gonna be your decision, Y/N. And whatever you decide, it's gonna be okay, we'll be here for you."

"I just don't want to feel any regret, I don't want to make the same mistakes again and again" you mumbled, while nibbling on your bottom lip "What would you do, guys?"

"It's too personal, sweetie. But if you want my opinion, if I were in the same position with Hobi, I would give him one more chance."

"I would too,” said Emma.

It's not like you don't want to give it another go with Jungkook. But it would be your very first time coming back with an ex-boyfriend and the thought of getting back with him and the possibility of your heart breaking up again, terrifies you. Even though, deep down, you know your heart is still with him, you never retrieved it. How could you? You never loved someone as much as you loved him, as you still love him.

And before the wheels in your head starts to work and roll, Aria's voice speaks up again. “That doesn't mean you have to give him a chance tho" she says running her arm around your shoulder and squeezing you a little bit "Maybe you need some more time for yourself, and things might clear up for you on its own"

"Or maybe you just need to go with the flow and relax a bit, don't stress that much overthinking everything,” said Emma.

"That's for sure, you need to calm down, sweetie" added Aria.

"Yeah, I think you're right... I should relax and go with the flow" you repeat - as if it was an easy task for you to do.

And that's the last thing they advised you before you moved on talking about Emma and Joey's honeymoon since they were going soon on a trip to the Maldives.

"Ahhh, Jungkook-ah, stop with the puppy eyes, you're gonna give me a headache" Yoongi teases the youngest, wiggling his brows. Jungkook rolls his eyes although a soft grin spreads on his lips, clearly knowing he got caught staring at you. There's no point on denying it. He doesn't want to be creepy, but you look so beautiful, you always do and it's getting harder for him not to drool over you every time you're near him.

"I can't help it, hyung"

"Did you two talked again about... you know, your relationship?"

"No. We talk about anything but that" the maknae simply responds with a soft smile plastered on his face, reminiscing every single conversation he shared with you these last few days. Just talking with you makes everything better.

"And you're... fine with that?" he asks slowly, sounding confused and surprised at how calmed Jungkook is acting about you and your relationship.

Jungkook gives him a slow nod as he says, "I'm happy of being part of her life again, hyung."

It's obvious that he wants to be with you. But after being apart from you for two months when you broke up and not being able to talk or even see you, he knows that he has to appreciate that you're back in his life, even if it's not in the way he's yearning. If he wants to get you back, he knows he'll have to be patient.

"You know, I bought her a ring before we broke up" suddenly Jungkook confesses, sounding almost proud of himself which catches Yoongi off guard and JK sees it by the way Yoongi's lips part.

"A ring, like- an actual engagement ring?!" he asks right away.

Jungkook nods, pursing his lips in a deep thought before saying "Yes, I was gonna propose in our first anniversary but then all hell broke loose and there went my plans with it"

"Wow. I didn't expect that."

Yoongi was actually the first person to know this. Neither of his other hyungs knew anything about the ring, not even Jin or Jimin. It's the first time he feels like he can properly talk about it without crying his eyes out. And even though Yoongi is not the most open person in terms of feelings, Jungkook always felt comfortable voicing out his thoughts with him.

"Maybe it was for the best, even if I had to go through an unbearable pain." says JK while he sees Yoongi frowning "Maybe I needed to go through all of that to become a better person, not just for her, but for me as well. She deserves the best version of me. I just wish I hadn't made her suffer in that process."

Yoongi stares in silent at Jungkook with a sense of proud and the youngest frowns while saying "What?"

"Nothing. It's just...you are all grown up now" says Yoongi pinching the bridge of his nose.

Jungkook snorts finding very amusing Yoongi's reaction. "Hyung, every time I see you, you say that same thing."

"Because it's true! You've grown up so much!" he exclaims, smiling as Jungkook grins taking a sip of the glass of wine in his hand "Well, at least you already have the ring for whoever you'll end up with."

Yoongi sees JK gulping while he fights that lump that is stuck in his throat "That ring belongs to her, hyung. I know it'll end up on her finger sooner or later" he says, wanting to sound as hopeful as possible.

"You sound confident, Jungkookie."

"I-...I just know we'll end up together somehow, I have that feeling, you know?" he says softly, taking another gulp of his glass of wine.

Yoongi nods, listening to JK's words carefully before asking "And you'll wait for her no matter what?"

"Always. She's worth it." Jungkook responds quickly, without a single ounce of doubt.

A few minutes later you were on Taehyung's big balcony, watching the stars illuminating the beautiful night sky. After gulping down what would be your second glass of wine, you were feeling warmer and relaxed. You could hear your friends' voices from inside, hearing Jimin and Yoongi's all-time bickering made you smile without even realizing.

"How was your physical therapy session, noona? Everything okay?" a soft and well-known voice resounds from behind pulling you out of your little world.

You turn around, your heart fluttering and your face feeling hot at the sight of your ex-boyfriend smiling at you. A thousand butterflies swirling inside your stomach.

Fuck. I love you I love you I love you - your mind is repeating non-stop. How is it even possible that such a gorgeous human being exists?

You purse your lips, trying to play it cool. "It was good" you respond after a while "It was actually the last session today, so I guess my hand is finally recovered."

"Oh! Really?" says Jungkook with an enthusiastic tone "Let me see how it looks."

Your eyebrows furrow for a moment. He gets closer to you, taking your hand in his and looking at it, as if he was some kind of doctor and for some reason it makes you giggle. He looks down on you and suddenly you stare wide-eyed at him because of the proximity of your bodies. Jungkook notices how nervous you seem to be, he knows that look on you, he tries to hide his amusement but fails miserably when you see a little twitch on his lips.

And you can't stop looking at his lips. You are mentally screaming, throwing hands at yourself thinking how fucking weak you are when it comes to this man in front of you.

"I missed seeing that look on your face."

"Wha-What look?" you stutter a little bit.

Fuck. Keep it together, Y/N

"The one that you had every time you were checking me out" he shamelessly says.

You stumble back a little bit as he tries to hold back a laugh. He always finds you adorable when you get flustered.

"You know, sometimes you're too cocky" you say trying to sound as unaffected as possible even though you know you're failing miserably.

"Maybe, but I also know you, Y/N. And I'm sure you were thirsting over me" he giggles before taking a step closer to you and making you freeze in your spot, then he leans in and whispers at your ear “And just to be clear, if it were for me, I would be kissing you since the moment you set a foot on hyung's apartment."

Chris voice is heard getting closer to both of you, Jungkook steps back a little with a triumphant grin on his face seeing how flustered you are. You gulp all the saliva that has collected in your mouth, touching your hot cheeks and trying to compose yourself to not look suspicious to your best friend who's now approaching.

"So, you two lovebirds, are you already back together or you're just busy flirting with each other?" said your best friend with a mischievous tone in his voice.

Is he fucking kidding? You are sending daggers towards Chris with your eyes. Him and his inappropriate comments. Jungkook just giggles and shakes his head at his hyung.

"Oh- okay I-I just wanted to tell you something" says your best friend stuttering at first a little scared when he sees you looking at him as if you wanted to murder him "As you know my birthday is coming soon."

Jungkook and you just nod your heads waiting for your best friend to continue, since it is no news for anyone. Chris has been blabbering about turning 31 for the last month or so.

"I really wanted to do something different this time, so I rented a nice place in Gangneung right in front of the sea, for all of us to have a little weekend get-away."

"Wow, that sounds cool, hyung. I'll be there" Jungkook quickly replied.

"I assume I don't need to ask you anything, if you are not there, I'll kill you with my own hands" says Chris towards you trying to sound intimidating.

"Oh!" you feign fear putting your hands over your chest with an exaggerated ironic tone "I'm so scared!”

"I'm so scared" repeated Chris in a mocking tone and you punched him in his arm.

"Fuck" he hissed grabbing his arm "That hurt.”

"My hand is good as new now so don't test me, Christian" you threaten your best friend as he sticks his tongue out to you and you repeat his actions.

Jungkook just laughed at the scene in front of him with you two bickering as always. Sometimes you two seemed to be younger than him.

A few days later you found yourself at the gym again releasing endorphins and also observing your ex-boyfriend from afar while you are running on the treadmill.

It's not like you are a creep and you're just staring at him. You were minding your own business when you came across with your ex-boyfriend form, standing next to the benches. Jungkook looked visibly uncomfortable with some girl next to him that was clearly flirting with him. His doe eyes kept glancing towards your way as if he was mentally pleading for you to help him.

After seeing over the next few minutes that the girl wouldn't give up and leave him alone you thought - okay, I should probably help him - yeah, it's not like you're jealous or anything, he would help you too if you were in the same situation, right?

You stopped overthinking and you walked with determination towards Jungkook and that girl.

"Hey baby, are you ready to go?" you said grabbing softly Jungkook's arm.

Jungkook's doe eyes look right at you and a smile grew on his face while tugging you close to him. "Yes, gorgeous" he said. The girl in front of you widened her eyes, you could see how embarrassed she felt as Jungkook happily introduced you "This is Y/N, my girlfriend."

Girlfriend. You did not realize until now how much you were missing him calling you that way.

"Oh" the girl said giving you a nod "Nice to meet you. Sorry. I should go."

The unnamed girl disappeared quickly and when she was nowhere to be seen you realized Jungkook still had his arms around your waist. He must have realized too because while clearing his throat, he took his arm back and scratched the back of his head saying "Thanks, she was clearly flirting with me but didn't get the hint that I wasn't interested."

"No biggie, I could see a mile away that you were uncomfortable, I'm glad I could help."

He smiles sweetly at you and you're having such a hard time trying not to kiss him right now. Such a beautiful smile he has.

"Are you leaving already Y/N?" he says waking you up from your trance.

God. I hope he didn't notice me drooling over him again.

"Um, yeah in a bit, I have to finish my routine, but I guess in about ten minutes I'll be done with it.”

That sounded natural. As if you weren't spacing out thinking on a hundred different ways to bang him.

"Great, I'll take you home."

"No need, Kook. Don't worry about it.”

Kook. Oh, how he loved when you called him that nickname. He hasn't heard it in a while. It made him smile instantly.

"I wasn't asking, noona. You helped me, now I want to help you. Don't be stubborn" he said softly nudging his arm with yours.

"Okay, I guess" you said giggling.

Twenty minutes later, you are on the passenger seat of his car, giving him your new address since you realized that he didn't even know where you moved in.

Yes, you had moved out from Chris' apartment a few weeks ago. Although you were very comfortable while living with him and he made sure to let you know that you could stay with him as long as you needed, you really wanted to have your own place. Plus, even if he said that you weren't, you knew that somehow you were disrupting his life.

He couldn't even have a proper date with Irene at his place because you were there, though you tried to go out with Emma and Aria as much as you could to give them as much alone time as you could.

As Jungkook parked in your building entrance he said "You are living really close to my place now, it's a walking distance. Cool"

"Honestly this is the best area out of all the apartments I went to check."

And it really was. It's not like you were looking for apartments near his place on purpose.

He nods. "And you have security at the entrance, that's relieving."

"Yeah" you say chuckling "That was essential for me and one of the main things that helped me deciding on this apartment."

He smiles and says, "I'm glad you finally found your place here."

For a moment, you feel like you are already missing him even though he's right next to you. You don't want him to leave. You don't want to go upstairs alone to your apartment.

It's not weird if you invite him in, right? You are cool with each other, it's not like you can't control yourself. But maybe it would be weird for him? Ugh, you hate yourself right now. Fuck it. You'll just go with the flow.

"Do you wanna come upstairs for a drink? I'll give you an apartment tour."

That definitely took Jungkook for surprise. But his smile grew from ear to ear.

"I would very much like that, yes" he said.

"Great, let's go then."

As soon as you entered your apartment building, the concierge - Kim Jin Hyuk - greeted you both and you introduced Jungkook. You told the concierge that JK should be included on your list of 'frequent guests' from now on, so he took JK's information to prepare his access card.

Jungkook heart felt warm to know that you wanted to include him in the frequent guest list, even if it was a small gesture. Day by day he could feel you getting closer to him and opening a little bit more.

If you were part of the frequent guest list, you were given a special card to be able to pass the access control system installed on the building entrance without having to wait for the concierge to call the owner - in this case you - and ask permission for the guest to be able to go upstairs. Of course, the card had to be also used on the elevator which would only take that person to the floor that was assigned to that card.

The security on this building was something else. And after the sad events with Ethan on your previous apartment, you were decided to move in into a place that made you feel secure in every sense, and this was it for you.

"Wow, this is amazing" said Jungkook as he entered your living room.

It's a four-bedroom apartment, a little bit bigger than Jungkook's but it shared a pretty similar vibe. And you were in love of every space on it. Specially the living room, it was big, with a modern marble fireplace - yes, a fireplace - and had a large window with beautiful views of the city. It was an amazing part of the apartment where you liked to spend most of your time in.

After giving him a tour for every single room, you finished in your bedroom with the huge en-suite bathroom.

"The shower is pretty big" you suddenly said, giving Jungkook a sheepish grin.

He smiled too. He knew what you were hinting on. The first time you slept together he had teased you saying that whenever you moved in together you would need a bigger shower. Another thing he missed about you. Your constant teasing. "Mmh, not so sure about that, maybe we should try it out."

"Oh, I actually tried it with Chris and Irene" you responded with the most natural tone.

"Huh?" says immediately Jungkook with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah, the first time I came to see the apartment they came with me and we tried it, Irene was like 'OMG this shower fits like four people' and she made us all - including the real estate agent - get inside the shower just to prove her point" you chuckled while reminiscing on that day and thinking how fools you've must look when you all were inside the shower.

"OHHHHHHHHHHH" Jungkook says as if he finally understands what you're talking about. What was he thinking you were talking about?

"Oh my God!" you exclaim giving him a punch on his arm "Jungkook did you think that I had a threesome in the shower with my best friend and his girlfriend? Are you out of your freakin’ mind?!"

You are both laughing nonstop until he says "Sorry! It's just that the way you said it, it sounded so bad."

"Such a dirty mind you have in that pretty little head of yours" you say shaking your head and still giggling.

"When it comes to you, yeah. It kinda ends up always in that same part of my brain" he said smirking and making you blush.

"Stop it!" you say as you start walking towards your living room with him following your steps behind and still laughing.

Afterwards, you shared a few drinks and talked about random things, as always. It felt good. Like old times. But in the end when the night came, he had to go home, and you were left all alone in your apartment.

You were now laying on your bed, with your eyes on the high ceiling. You could hear a storm unraveling on the outside. As it was starting to rain, you felt the urgent need to talk with your dad.

"I saw him a few hours ago but I still miss him a lot, dad. I miss us. But I'm not sure what to do. I wish you were here to help me; you always said the right words" you say as a sigh follows your words.

Suddenly a box that was on top of the closet falls, scattering on the floor all the things that were inside of it.

You had seen that box too close to the edge of the closet a few days ago but you were too lazy to grab a chair and move it to a proper place where it couldn't fall.

"Fuck. I knew it was a matter of time for that to fall" you whispered as you got up to gather it.

When you started gathering everything, your attention gets caught instantly to certain picture. You pick it up and can't help to smile at the sight in front of you.

It was your first picture with Jungkook. The one he took when you went for a hike when you were staying at Hobi parents’ cottage. And it hits you like the lightning that you just heard from the outside.

You want him. You love him.

"I got your message, thank you dad" you say looking up and quickly getting out of your apartment without thinking for a second.

You ring the bell of the apartment once. A few seconds after, Jungkook opens the door and as he sees you standing in front of him, his face lights up with a huge and welcoming smile on his face until suddenly he realizes you are soaked and his eyebrows furrow as he looks at you with worried eyes.

"Bab- Y/N are you okay? You shouldn't be outside with this storm. You're soaking wet."

"Oh" you mumble and chuckle while looking down to your clothes "Yeah, I forgot to bring an umbrella."

"Did something happen?" he asks quickly.

Yes. I love you. You were right. We are end-game. I'm sorry it took me all this long to accept it. I was scared. That's what was going through your mind, but you didn't say anything.

You shake your head, and your body moves on its own going straight into hugging him, enveloping his huge body to yours "Please, hold me" you simply say, and it doesn't take him more than one second to hug you back tightly.

With your nose pressed against his chest, you notice his shirt smells just like him, his favorite fabric softener, and that amazing cologne he always wears. That Jungkook scent, the one he always holds, the one that smells like home.

"Kook," you murmur while you look up to his doe eyes, "Can we please talk?"

"Of course, Y/N" he gives you a small grin as he drags you inside his apartment "Come with me. I still have some of your clothes in my closet, you should change the ones that you have now, you'll catch a cold if you don't." he says, a worry flashing in his eyes as you just nod and follow him.

A few minutes later you were already changed into one of your summer dresses, you didn't even remember that you had left it here. Sitting on his sofa, right next to each other, he decides to speak first.

"So…what do you want to talk about?" he asks lowly as you suck in breath, heart racing against your chest.

Being able to see and talk to each other these last two months, for a moment it had made too easy to believe this chapter with Jungkook was closed when nothing was forcing you to read it. But now it was too late to pretend everything was fine. It wasn't. You couldn't be his friend. You didn't want to be his friend. You needed more.

"You were right, in the end. About you and me, we should be together, we—" you caught yourself, your heart heavy. "I cannot do this anymore; I can't pretend that I'm okay. I don't want to be without you. Since that day when we broke up, when I broke up- I've been trying to convince myself that it was the right thing to do, that I didn't love you anymore, but I can't keep lying to myself or to you."

His eyes looking straight to yours. Sparkling with hope and so much love. His eyes always tell so much.

It was the first time you'd brought up your break-up fight in the past four months. It had been ugly, and shameful for you. You never screamed at each other before that day, but the events unleashed by Ethan and Lina plus Jungkook's lack of confidence, turned into the biggest fight you had. Coming to think about it, that day you both did things you weren't happy about. And you, unlike Jungkook, you hadn't apologized not even once to him.

This was your opportunity to both heal and move on from the past. If you had a slight chance to build up again your relationship, having a sincere talk with him was the best way to start.

"Y/N, I..." He hesitated for a second, but when he spoke again, he sounded more self-assured. "I was wrong back then. I'm sorry."

"I'm so sorry, too, Jungkook, I..." you said looking down and remembering your actions that day you felt ashamed of yourself "I never actually apologized for slapping you on the face that day and-"

"No. I mean, yes, we both—but I—" He cleared his throat. "I should have supported you. And I should have apologized before the wedding, I should have gone to Chris' hyung apartment and talk to you but I feared it would be unwelcomed. I know I said this before, but I'll say it again and as much times as it's needed. I'm sorry, Y/N. I really am."

You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, but you didn't move. You hadn't realized how much you'd needed having this talk with him. Even if he had already apologized on the wedding. Even that being totally honest, after the break-up, you couldn't stay resentful for long. You'd forgiven him long ago. But hearing him admit his faults was still a relief. Somehow it gave you reassurance.

"Thank you, Kook." You offered him a soft smile.

"You know, for a moment, I thought that you would hate me forever for how I treated you that day, I was so afraid of you hating me, but you are such an angel-" His voice broke. He scratched the back of his head, then went on sighing. "I should have been there for you, Y/N."

The regret in his voice was painful. It sent your mind flying in all directions, down all of those roads you never dared to tread. You'd always been good at reading him when you wanted to. For the last few months, you'd refused to. But just then... just then, his walls were down. It was impossible not to see... not to wish...

Right then, seeing him this vulnerable you realized, you were tired of hiding your feelings.

"I still regret pushing you away" you said voicing out your thoughts once again.

This, Jungkook could find a way around. He could tell you it was fine and that you'd done nothing wrong. He could pretend he didn't understand that you were still deeply, shamefully in love with him. But his breath caught, and for a long second, he said nothing.

"Do you...?" He bit his lip. Your heart was pounding so hard you were sure Jungkook could hear it. "I never stopped loving you, Y/N. I... You know this... If you want, that is, I want to... I want to give us another chance. It doesn't have to be now, if it's not the right time. It can be... if you need more time..."

Jungkook trailed off and looked away. The blush on his cheeks had deepened. He seemed so angry at himself for his embarrassment that your already heightened senses were sent into overdrive. There he was, telling you what you'd been wishing to hear again, and absolutely being himself while at it. So unapologetically himself, too, that you could have never even resisted even if you'd wanted to.

"I don't need more time" you finally said.

That was enough for Jungkook. His shoulders fell in relief as a smile lit up his face. You could've sworn he outshone the sun. It made you smile, too, but then a small, nervous laugh escaped you.

"This is not what I had in mind when I came over," you admitted.

"What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know. I left my apartment feeling like I was going insane, and you could always keep me from spiraling too deep. I just... I needed to be with you."

Your words struck Jungkook. He shifted, taken aback, his mouth open far before any words could come out.

"I don't want to spend another day without you," he finally said. “I know who I want to be. And I hope -” He takes in a breath, eyes shining with hope and sorrow and everything in between. “- I hope you’ll be there with me.”

You swallowed. There was that awkwardness about him, that feeling of not knowing what to do with his hands, or with himself sometimes... it emboldened you. Jungkook didn't want to force contact on you when you were so upset, but his unsure stance told you that he wanted it as much as you did. With this in mind, you didn't hesitate in scooting closer to him.

Jungkook's arms were wrapped around you in an instant. Everything that was weighing down on you no longer felt so heavy. You let your head fall on his shoulder, breathing him in, and the tears you didn't know you'd been holding back were now flowing freely. He didn't pay it any mind until your stilted breathing gave you away, and he pulled back to look at you.

"No, no, don't cry" he said with worried look while running his thumb over your cheek.

"I'm sorry." you said, wiping your eyes, smiling in a way you knew to be unconvincing. "It's just been... too much."

"It's alright." He gave you a little peck on your forehead while his hands had dropped to your waist, refusing to let go of you. "Feeling better?"

You nodded and leaned back into his arms. Just like that, it was like no time had passed between you two. The closeness, the intimacy, it all came back to you with alarming speed. You're so ready to seize this moment once and for all.

"I can't believe it's been four months" you said.

"I know. It feels like forever."

"In a way, yes... but it feels like nothing changed at all."

"It did," he contradicted you with confidence. "We've grown. We've learned. Specially me. This time, I know how to make this work."

"No screaming, then. Or doubting each other" you stated firmly.

Jungkook laughed softly, sending chills down your spine.

"It's a promise."

You stayed like that for a few more seconds, enjoying the closeness. But you wanted more. Jungkook's arms were safe, he was so warm, and he smelled so good that you couldn't stop yourself. You only had to raise yourself a little to get yourself a kiss - so you did.

Your lips found his without trouble, and your heart exploded when he immediately kissed you back, as if he had been expecting, hoping for this already. He was tender, but intense, just as you remembered. It felt like home. You'd missed him so much, too much, and it was driving you insane even as you didn't have to long for him anymore.

He cups your face in gentle manner, tucking a strand of hair behind your hair. "I love you so much, Y/N" he tells you. His beautiful Bambi eyes hypnotizing yours.

"I love you too, Kook" you softly respond, his smile growing wider as ever as you lean in kissing him once again.

Having his soft, pliant lips against yours was igniting a fire within you. Your kisses grew desperate, bold in their familiarity. Your hands were no longer cautious. You were tangled in his hair, traveling up and down his back, and Jungkook was pressing you against him with a resolve that almost took you aback. It was impossible to miss how Jungkook's body was reacting to this kiss. He'd always been easy to ignite, but you hadn't expected to be thrown back into that whirlwind so quickly and you weren't expecting to crave it so desperately.

His teeth dragged on your lip, maddeningly restrained. At the same time, his hand dropped down, brushing your bare knee. The contact against your skin made you gasp, and his hand, stayed there for a second before going back to your waist. No. You couldn't have that. His featherlight touch had made you wish that his long fingers would trace their way up your leg, straight to where you were starting to burn. And that's how you knew that you were too far gone. You weren't supposed to want reconciliation sex with your ex-boyfriend. You weren't supposed to moan so wantonly between kisses and brazenly open your legs for him, silently begging him to slip his hands under your dress and inside —

Jungkook froze. For a split second, you feared you'd gone too far, too fast... but he was disheveled, eyes blazing, voice hoarse and tense.

"Are you sure about this, baby?"

That freaking petname. Dear God.

Right then, when you were so full of raw emotion and pent-up desire, denying yourself was not an option. You wanted Jungkook all around you, and you wanted not to feel this heartache anymore.

"Yes. Please."

That was all the encouragement Jungkook needed. His hand went up your leg exactly the way you wanted it too, hot and heavy and leaving a trail of fire. His mouth was now on your neck, nipping and sucking on your blazing skin just carefully enough not to bruise you, even though you didn't care, you just wanted all of him. You let out a whimper when his fingers finally reached between your legs, above the fabric of your lacy underwear. You moaned, encouraging, dropping your hands and twisting around so you could open your legs wider.

He was looking at you intently, no doubt absorbing the sinful image you presented. He reveled in your whimpers every time he pressed or caressed just the right spot - but he never stayed there for long, and the fabric between you two was only making you more desperate.

"You're so beautiful, so, so beautiful" he said.

But before you could answer, he was in contact with your hot, wet skin. His eyes widened, and even you were surprised at how easily his fingers slipped around, making you gasp, your body shocked awake. Fuck. You were so ready. You had been ready for all these months without him. And Jungkook... Jungkook was absolutely gorgeous. He always had that piercing look in his eyes that never failed to make your legs feel weak, but right then, with his cheeks flushed, his lips slightly parted, he looked obscenely divine.

After running his finger lazily up and down a few times, he slowly pushed it inside you. You were holding your breath, trying to hold on to every single second of this - but once inside you, he curled his finger just so you cried in delight, and then again when his thumb pressed on your clit, working you in a slow rhythm that was threatening to drive you insane. His other arm was around your shoulders, giving them both balance and pulling you closer to him so he could go back to kissing your neck. The steady pace was sending you one jolt of pleasure after another up and down your spine, finding place in your belly and curling up onto itself, more tense with each passing second.

But Jungkook had other plans. He removed his hand, but you didn't have time to protest before he knelt in the floor in front of you, a questioning look in his eye. You nodded without thinking, and his grin widened into a hungry expression that made your throat tighten. You wanted it so, so badly. Since the breakup, more than once you'd tried to imagine how Jungkook's tongue would feel again as it brushed against your most sensitive areas, and every time, you'd blushed and pushed the thought away.

There was no need for that now.

While you got used to the idea, Jungkook yanked down your underwear. It was the hottest thing you'd ever seen - Jungkook, down on his knees, his face between your legs and eager to please, always. You watched in awe as his tongue reached out tentatively, barely touching your already stimulated clit. You squirmed. He did it again, this time more slowly and firmly. Oh, how you missed this. This felt good. Too damn good. His smug, glinting eyes were locked on yours, as he kissed all around your most sensitive areas, everywhere except where you needed him the most. He teased your exposed skin as if he had all the time in the world. It felt like heaven, but he was still refusing to give you the relief you—

The air was forced out of your lungs when Jungkook's lips latched onto your clit, sucking it with the same sort of leisurely care he'd been giving you so far. Fuck. It was nothing like you'd imagined these past months and everything you'd wanted. You couldn't keep up. His tongue and lips were doing wonders, sucking, licking faster, and faster, until you were a gasping, moaning mess, grabbing locks of his hair and pulling him closer against you.

Without warning, he buried a finger inside you. Your head fell back, eyes closed shut. This overstimulation short-circuited your senses and sent your whole world spinning. Jungkook didn't slow down, didn't let up, and once again you found yourself reaching for paradise, hoping for release from this delicious torture.

"Jungkook..." you breathed out. "Jungkook, please..."

That's when he stopped. Your eyes flew open.

You knew his game. Jungkook had always loved bringing you to the brink of an orgasm and no further time and time again, until you were sufficiently wound up and could no longer keep a hold on yourself. You'd always trusted him to deliver, so you only sighed in frustration, a frustration that was short-lived as you watched him wipe his mouth with his sleeve. Your heart stopped. Fuck, that was hot. All you wanted was to push him to the floor and ride him to oblivion right then and there.

Jungkook, however, always put up a fight. He always had a trick up his sleeve. He stood up, his arms now underneath you and lifting you from the sofa. He carried you bridal style the few steps that separated the living room from his bedroom. As you reached his bed, he didn't quite lay you down, but didn't quite let you fall - somewhere between gentle and desperate, considerate and wild, and the second you touched down he was already on top of you, kissing you fiercely, his hands all over your body, trying to reach as much as he could.

You were reeling. Jungkook's weight on you was numbing your good sense. You wanted to touch his naked body and feel his burning skin pressed against yours so badly that your hands found themselves under his clothes on their own accord, sliding up and down his back, grabbing his ass, pressing him firmly against yours, pulling, tugging on the fabric as if that would make it come off.

Jungkook's kisses grew hotter, deeper, until he broke apart for a second. You were hypnotized by the sight of him sitting up and taking off his shirt. You let your fingers catch on his waistband and pull down resolutely. Jungkook shifted to allow you to take off his pants, but you were greedier than that, hooking your fingers on his underwear as well. Everything came off, and just like that, Jungkook was stark naked on top of you.

You were gaping. Jungkook's arms were defined and his chest strong. He was fully erect, clearly yearning to take you, and your need was so overpowering that you almost missed the ravenous look in his eyes. And you couldn't handle it. You slid one of your hands against his chest and your other hand found him, hard and ready, and you were starting to return the pleasure he'd just granted you, when he pulled away carefully, as if it cost him his life. His voice was dangerously uneven when he spoke.

"I want you, Y/N. Now."

He didn't need to say it twice. You felt yourself almost aching with anticipation as he positioned himself between your legs... but he didn't enter you. He was instead grinding against you, basking in just how wet you were for him, this friction seemingly enough for him. You gave him a pleading look that made him smirk.

"You're not playing fair." He spoke. His hands slid up your legs, grabbed your ass, then continued their way up under your dress. He was lifting the fabric as he went, still rolling his hips against yours when he reached your breasts, at which point you had to lift yourself up to allow him to pull your dress off. His arms caught you on your way back down, his long fingers finding the clasp of your bra and undoing it in an instant.

Only then did you lay back down, this last piece of cloth disposed of as you did. He tossed it aside, never taking his eyes off of you.

"Much better."

You had to agree. After all this teasing, your nipples were reacting to the slight change of temperature and the feeling of freedom. Jungkook brushed his fingers against them, sending chills down your spine. Then he squeezed them softly before leaning down to catch a hard nipple in his mouth. You let out a surprised breath. Jungkook's warm tongue drew circles on your skin, his teeth dragging gently against it, alternating this attention between your breasts. And then he was grinding faster, still outside you, his breath heavy with pleasure against your sensitive skin. You couldn't take it. Your muscles were itching for relief and this throbbing emptiness was almost painful.

"I thought you wanted me now," you complained between moans. You were in paradise, but your body still screamed for him. This was not enough. It was maddening.

"And I'm having you, am I not?" Jungkook barely lifted his head as he said this. Your head rolled back when his mouth found your nipple again, this time sucking hard.

Now you were moving too.

"Jungkook, please... I want... I need..."

And then, only then, then he pushed in.

He went in slowly, allowing for the long-forgotten sensation of fullness to wash over you. It was almost enough to make you finish. You were expecting some discomfort after all this time, but your body was too worked up, so you wrapped your legs around him to pull him deeper into you without care. You both gasped. You could almost, almost taste the kind of pleasure that you needed. You rolled your hips once, twice, making him shudder.

"Fuck, Y/N..."

He shifted, leaning back to kneel between your legs, the sudden movement sending a wave of pleasure through you. Your ankles locked behind his back as he started moving, his thrusts shallow and tentative at first, but he gradually pushed longer and harder until you felt him just right, just in the precise way that made you lose control of yourself.

"T-there."

And then it was chaos, and bliss, and everything you had been so desperately craving. Jungkook was moving inside you with a delirious abandon that paralyzed you, the pleasure spreading to every inch of her body. You were being stretched and fulfilled and spread thin, and your control over your actions was slipping away fast. Jungkook was grabbing your legs, clutching you as his own pleasure grew. You wanted to touch him, too, so you reached for him. However, he wouldn't come to you, so you tightened the hold of your legs.

"Come here," you panted.

"I want to see you." His hoarse voice, also tinged with pleasure, only made you more desperate.

"I want—" The thought was disjointed. What did you want?

More. You just wanted more.

"Please, Y/N."

You couldn't deny him anything, so watch you he did. Sweat covered your body, your face felt hot, and your breasts bounced in time with his thrusts. There was no point in feeling self-conscious around Jungkook. Instead, you felt wanted, desired, needed, and it only made your own lust grow tenfold. He was also a glorious sight, his dark hair in disarray and his muscles flexing with the exertion.

This was too much, not enough, and the tension inside you was both growing and begging for freedom. Your legs fell to the bed, open as wide as you could, allowing you to touch yourself without shame. His hand quickly replaced yours, circling your clit in time with his thrusts. Jungkook was going in deeper now that he could move more freely, hitting that sweet spot within you again, and again, and again, with enough power to make you scream for him.

"You said no screaming...?" he said breathlessly in a teasing tone.

Incoherent sounds were being drawn out of you, and it was hard to answer among them.

"Idiot."

And the cheeky grin he gave you in return was everything. It was all you could do not to come undone then and there, the sensations hitting you one after another too fast to process. You were rushing towards your breaking point, and you could focus on little else beyond it. Your eyes clamped shut. You were all rapture and burning skin and he sensed it, his pace quick, wild, constant, his fingers also working on you without reprieve. All you could do was whimper, grab the bed sheets tight in your fists, and beg for mercy.

"Jungkook..." You were repeating his name, over and over. It was the only thing you knew. It was the only thing you wanted to know. "Jungkook, I'm..."

You screamed. Your body flared up in an orgasm so long-awaited, earth-shattering and mind-numbing that it hurt. Electrifying waves of pleasure took over your body, and you were pulsing, trembling, screaming, out of breath and gratified beyond all reason. Your muscles contracted firmly around him, heightening your pleasure and making him throw his head back in ecstasy.

Jungkook slowed down as you came, but once your body relaxed, he started pounding into you and pinching your clit more fiercely than before. You didn't have time to recover. You were being wound tighter again all at once, as if the coil within you had never subsided. You couldn't do anything other than enjoy the sight and let him do your in, until he pulled out so swiftly that you were thrown over the edge a second time.

He looked at you, his gaze telling tomes of his plans to pleasure you until you pleaded him to stop. You broke the eye contact to look at his cock that was throbbing against your thigh.

"You like what you see?" he smirked, clearly full of himself and the way you gasped at his cock as if it was your first time seeing it. Before you could respond, he kissed you full on the mouth, his tongue slipping through your lips as he did so. You could still taste yourself on his lips, mixed with that taste of him that you could never quite forget since that night he first kissed you.

His lips pressed against your neck the moment his thick cock managed to enter you once again. You gasped, your fingers wrapping around his arms tightly as he nestled himself deep within you, the head kissing the entrance to your womb. Sparks of pleasure ran through your body. Your eyes widened; it just felt like you were thrust into a brave new world, where everything you had ever known ceased to mean what they used to.

He stilled himself for a moment, as if he was allowing you to adjust to the sheer size of him before he went any further. Your eyes fluttered closed as you started to feel like everything you had ever done led up to him, in this moment. Your lips parted in a voiceless moan as you gripped his arms tighter, your fingers sinking into his flesh.

"Oh baby," he whispered in your ear, his voice almost sounding like a moan as he brought his hand to your face to cup your cheek. "Please look at me..."

You opened your eyes, and he gave you that sweet, warm smile as if you had never grown apart. You couldn't help but smile back, finally realising that this was what you were missing out on all this time: a serene, placid love that accepted you for who you are despite your faults, despite everything you've lacked and viceversa.

His hips started moving again, sharp thrusts drawing hushed moans from you as you gripped his shoulders this time, eyes intent to keep their gaze on his. Your hands roamed downwards: down his back, his waist, his hips until you grabbed his tight bum.

You gave him a mischievous smile, and pressed his forehead against yours, laughing a breathy chuckle.

"You're such a naughty girl, baby," he said, his tone coloured with a playful warning as his hands cradled the sides of your face. "We're flipping."

Before you knew it, your back was pressed against his chest. Your limbs were sprawled out under you to support yourself on all fours, however any effort you made to hold yourself up was practically made useless by Jungkook's arm, which wrapped around your waist and pulled you even closer to him as his other arm held you both up.

Jungkook started thrusting again, wilder this time as his cock nudged deeper and deeper against your womb, grinding against spots you never even knew existed. He placed wet kisses all over your shoulders and the crook of your neck, stopping there for a moment as he nuzzled you there.

He stuck his neck out to look at you, hoping to see what you looked like as his cock pushed repeatedly into your depths. With your eyes closed shut as the pleasure overwhelmed you, you couldn't see how captivated he was as he gazed upon your face contorted ecstasy. An errant thrust went deeper than it should have, and you bit down on your lip to stop a loud moan from escaping,

"I wanna hear your pretty little moans again, don't hold back" he whispered in your ear, his deep voice almost sounding like a growling din as he accentuated his last word with a deep thrust back to the depths of your cunt. You couldn't take it anymore; you screamed to the high heavens, and he let out a breathy chuckle, evidently happy with himself and the way he could make you scream.

His fingers found their way around your breast again, toying with your nipple as he suckled on your ear, and you knew that you were going to come undone soon. Your cunt clenched around his cock, and he groaned as his hips jerked harder, faster against you.

"I know you're c-close, baby. I- I'm close too," he moaned, his thrusts speeding up as he became desperate to push you over the edge. "C-cum for me, gorgeous" Jungkook whispered, gripping you even closer to him.

With his last words, you gave in, your cunt spasming wildly around his cock as you threw your head back, another orgasm tearing through you as you screamed his name. The sound of his name coming from your lips pushed him over the edge, his arms holding tightly onto you as his cum spurted deep inside you. He moaned your name, and you felt another surge of pleasure come over you until everything faded to black.

For that instant, time stood still, and nothing was wrong with the world.

You were both sweating, gasping for air, thoroughly satisfied and drunk with pure joy. You were only aware of Jungkook moving away, reaching toward his nightstand's drawer to pull out wet wipes. You couldn't stop thinking how beautiful he is, how lucky you are to be with him here, once again.

This was Jungkook. Your Jungkook. The one you'd been yearning for, and you were never going to let go of again.

"What is it?" he asked curiously, seeing that you were spacing out. You took him in, his hair messy and humid from the sweat, his skin almost shimmering. Being that stunning should be illegal.

"Nothing," you answered truthfully. "I'm just so happy."

"I'm really happy too, baby."

Jungkook offered you a sweet smile and gave you a little peck on the lips, then walked away to throw the wipes in the nearest trash can. This gave you a full view of his perfect body. After what you'd just done, you would've hoped your desires would've gone back to where you kept them locked up - but there they were, alive and present, and if you had to be honest with yourself, you were ready for this new normal.

This new normal was better than the old normal, where you had to endure your pain with your aching heart alone. Everything was easier when Jungkook was next to you. It hadn't escaped you notice that tonight he'd barely let you touch him, at least not as much as he touched you. He'd been focused on you, wanting to make you feel the best that he could... It was a good thing, then, that you knew for a fact there would be a next time.

Jungkook caught you staring again, but you didn't look away. He just stood there for a second, seeming puzzled at your expression, then asked,

"You don't... you don't regret this, do you, noona?"

"Not at all," you answered quickly. "Do you?"

Jungkook came back to you, lying down and wrapping his arms around you. That was all the response he was going to offer, and that was all you needed. You adjusted your position to be able to hold him too and kissed him. He responded in kind, his lips soft and tender. His body against yours was like an oasis in the desert. All you wanted was to live in the sheer bliss of this moment for as long as you could. You were together. That's all that mattered. This way, you could pull through anything.

But the moment was over eventually. Jungkook broke the kiss, touching his forehead against yours, and gave you his boldest grin.

"So... what do you say you give us another chance?"

Your smile was the brightest he ever saw. There wasn't even a need to respond. He already knew your answer was without a doubt 'Yes.'

Something warm pressed itself against your forehead, waking you up. You turned around to find that it was Jungkook, his arm wrapped you as he smiled at you. Everything that had happened rushed back to your half-asleep brain, and you remembered blacking out wrapped in his arms.

"Did you sleep?" you asked him, sitting up as you looked around. In the night, he had clothed your torso with his shirt while he had remained bare chested. Show off.

He shook his head, sitting up with you to fold you up into his arms.

"I couldn't sleep. I was afraid you'd get away from me again," he admitted, looking down to hide his wistful eyes from yours.

Moving quickly, you freed yourself from his arms and straddled his lap, taking him by surprise as you cupped his face and kissed him, the passion of last night resurrecting with a passion.

You broke the kiss and looked at him with compassion. "I'm not going anywhere, Kook."

His smile broke out into a full grin, and his strong arms pulled you down so that your head lay down on his chest again. He held on to you, eyes tearing up with joy as he finally had what he had always sought to have.

"Except..." you uttered, and the grin on on his face turned into parted lips, waiting with a sense of dread for your next words.

"Now that the sun is up, and the storm is over... would you like to go over to Chris' birthday party get-away with me?"

Oh. Right. Chris' birthday is this weekend. Jungkook had already forgotten that Chris had rented a place in Gangneung for you to celebrate with him.

"Yes, yes!" he exclaimed, scrunching his nose with that bunny smile you adore, his heart swelling with relief and joy. "We should go to your place though to pick up your stuff for the weekend."

"Well then, let's get going! Let's re-introduce us to the world, my handsome bunny," you replied, a gentle smile forming on your face as a beautiful future you had once thought of imagining with him began to unfold.

You both scrambled to your feet, as you clothed yourselves and got ready to leave.

He looked at you with so much pride, as if you were the one to be shown to world with rekindled hope. You locked your arm into his as you walked to his car, taking a moment to sink in everything that happened in the last few hours.

You were finally together, as JK had always wanted. He was right; you were meant to be in each other's lives. Giving it much thought, you realized that you still wanted the same things that you used to, except now you wanted his hand in yours each step of the way. Try as you might, you just couldn't escape him. But in his arms, you never felt more free, and you never felt more loved.

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Uncle Eris and Auntie Gwyn

@feyreswingspan this one is for you, sweetie! Feyre sighed in frustration. No matter what she did, her damn baby wouldn't go to sleep. She had fed him, burped him, and cleaned him up, and Nyx was still wailing, refusing to fall asleep. Ugh, Feyre was such a bad mother. What the hell was she supposed to do? A knock on the door and Rhysand entered the room. His face was tight. What is it, Rhys? Feyre asked through his mind. Rhysand shook his head ever so slightly, replying back: Eris is here. Feyre followed Rhysand out of the room, and sure enough, Eris was waiting on the doorstep of their palace. His pale cheeks were slightly pink from the cold, but otherwise, he was immaculate as usual, not a hair out of place. He quirked a smile as Feyre came around the corner with Nyx in her arms. "Mind if I come in?" He asked with a slightly mocking tone in his voice. Eris knew the Night Court relied heavily on his intel. His and Lucien's, of course. Rhys's jaw tightened, but Feyre smiled welcomingly. "Of course, Eris. You're our ally." Without a word, Eris swept in as gracefully as a leopard. Within a few minutes, he'd taken up a post on one of the large couches, legs up and arms behind his head, like he owned the place. "Trouble with the babe?" Eris asked, nodding at Nyx, who still refused to sleep, grabbing at her jacket and making glug glug noises. "Just a little bit," Feyre admitted. "I've done everything, but he won't fall asleep." "Might I suggest music?" Eris said. "I always found that calmed Lucien down whenever he couldn't sleep." Feyre tried not to react to the small piece of information Eris had just revealed. The way he'd spoken, it was almost like he was Lucien's father. Perhaps, in a way, he was more Lucien's father than Beron. Lucien himself had said that he wasn't particularly needed or wanted by Beron. So, that naturally had left things up to his mother and, of course, Eris. Feyre wondered how much he also looked after his other siblings. Maybe Eris and her were more similar than she had initially thought. "There's Nesta's little musical ball," Feyre said, "but she usually keeps that in her room." Eris snorted. "Do none of you know how to play music?" Shakes of the heads. "Pathetic," Eris said, and Rhysand snarled at him. Eris ignored it, walking further into the house. "Do you at least have a piano in this godforsaken house?" "Yes- my mother's old piano room, three rooms down. But-" Eris ignored him again, heading in the direction Rhysand had pointed out. Intrigued, Feyre followed him. Rhysand came too after a beat of hesitation, grumbling about Vanserras under his breath The male settled into the piano bench like he'd done it a thousand times, placed his long elegant fingers on the piano, and began to play. The male had incredible talent, Feyre had to admit. The way his fingers flew flawlessly across the piano was entrancing. After a few minutes he paused for a moment. Feyre realized why as she sensed three presences near the door. "Sorry, I thought I heard music," a red-haired female said breathlessly. Gwyneth Berdara. Nesta's friend. Feyre smiled at her. "You did. Eris was just playing for the baby." "Do you mind if I sing with you?" Gwyn asked Eris. He smiled politely. "By all means." Eris resumed again, and Gwyn's melodious voice joined in. His impeccable piano skills combined with her beautiful singing moved Feyre to tears. She turned around and found that her eldest sister was also crying. "That ought to do the trick," Eris said as they finished a few minutes later. Eris and Gwyn walked over to Feyre as she peered down at the little baby. "There, he's asleep," Eris said, booping his nose. Gwyn stared at the baby with delight. "Can I hold him?" she asked softly. "Of course," Feyre said. She carefully transferred Nyx to Gwyn's arms, and she stared in awe at Nyx's small little face." "He's so cute," she whispered, and Feyre beamed.

"He is, isn't he?"

#gwyneth berdara #pro gwyneth berdara #eris vanserra #pro eris vanserra #feyre archeron #rhysand #nyx archeron

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bbanghiitomi · 9 months

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| heartache on the big screen

synopsis: danielle wants you to ask her out on an ice cream date, you're not sure if danielle really did say she wants an ice cream date.

— idol!actress!mdanielle × actress!fem!reader

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you shift on your chair as you hold the script for the scene you are supposed to be acting with danielle, you don't know whether it's the lack of sleep or the amount of caffeine intake you had for this day but, you're feeling a lot more skittish today than yesterday. you're not usually this nervous, anxious? you don't really know, but your fingers feel prickly, they're trembling under the cold surface of the paper under your palm.

everything's going to be okay, you tell yourself. you were a lot earlier today, usually you start by 6am, but you were already present by 5am — which is 1 hour earlier yet no one came to question you, they liked that about you. your eyes scan the lines of words written on the soft surface of the paper, in black ink — you trace over the things you need to memorize.

you tell yourself it's going to be alright, you've memorized everything and there's nothing to be afraid of, because hey — you're just working with danielle marsh, right? that's no biggie… she's just one of the members of the trendiest group today, right? she's just a girl, a girl whose voice is as clear as a clean river, as smooth as a quantum stabilized atom mirror… woah, okay? where did you even get that?

ugh, okay — back to what you were thinking, danielle's just an average girl, well yeah she's talented and nice, kind and understanding, her eyes sparkle brighter than the stars in this universe, enough to compete with other stars from other galaxies. her smile is genuine, pure like puppies — and… uhm, what else?

her hair! it's waves are like a sea that's filled with life, the curves that curl and the silk strands of brown and black.

oh shit! your stomach churned, oh now you've done it.

you're officially a lot more anxious than before.

maybe thinking about your gorgeous partner isn't such a good idea, carving her beautiful face, her pure smile inside your brain is not the remedy you were looking for.

right, danielle is everything but average.

she's a lot more than that.

she's so special that someone like you, who's known for her acting skills and professionalism, cannot contain the fear of messing up in front of her.

and add the fact that everyone likes her, like — everyone! no exaggeration, everyone who she walks past to, everyone who she once talked to, all end up liking her, loving her even! she's just so likable you can't bring yourself to get mad at yourself for being one of those people.

it's been a week since you started working with danielle, she's been great as always, too good even, you just can't help but feel bad you aren't able to give the same energy to her, she's always gone and busy so it's often hard for her to have a free schedule. when your fans sent you a truck once, you didn't hesitate to offer her an ice cream, to which she accepted with a bright smile on her face, even thanking you.

you don't know where that confidence went, but that was the first day of the job, of course you were confident!

maybe it just faltered when you realized how amazing danielle truly is...

she's so spontaneous, unpredictable, and happy! always happy and positive, you can't help but force yourself to always match her energy.

and today is the day where you see her again after she's been gone from tour, her lollapalooza performance to be exact, you saw that, you watched of course even if it was only through a screen because you were also as busy as she was.

and as always, she did great, giving her best to match everyone's energy, making everyone's presence worth the time and effort to get there.

god, that's what you really like about her — she tends to put a lot of effort in everything, even if it gets too much.

"hey kid, want some coffee?" a crew member approaches you and places a cup of coffee on the small table beside you, you smile at him and bob your head. "thank you for your hard-work." you state, folding the paper and placing it on your lap. you wanted to decline the coffee but you really needed it.

the crew member shakes his head and chuckles. "ah that's nothing, you look torn apart and tired, you're probably overworked." he says and you can't help but agree. you can't complain though, you don't want to because you chose this job and this really makes you happy but, the stress that comes from the schedules that's cramped in your calendar is getting to you now. it's probably not just this blooming feeling you're having for a certain girl, but also the repeating days of non-stop work that's getting you skittish.

you sigh. "this is just a part of my job." the crew member laughs, brings a hand on your head and pats you gently. "there, there kid. after this day make sure you get a long nap, like an 11 hour nap." you laugh at him and you nod your head. "yeah, maybe i should." you feel the man take his hand off of your head and see him turn his head to the trailer to see danielle greeting everyone.

"oh, here comes the princess." by the mention of the princess you already know who it was. you turn your head to see danielle walking past people — the film crew members, and the racks of clothes, waving to everyone she sees. your eyes lock with her figure, watching every step she takes, the way her hair bounces and the smile she flashes everyone. your eyes squint, furrowing your brows as you focus your sight on the woman approaching you.

oh no, your stomach drops. it's like you're having a stomachache, but it's not the type you usually get, it's weird and it's like twisting your stomach and something inside is tickling every corner. you're so nervous that every part of your body feels like twisting into a pretzel. you tilt your head to crack a bone in your muscle, before standing up and trying to gather the courage to walk up to her.

but before you can even have the first step she's already walking to your way. "hey y/n!" she greets you with the brightest smile you have ever seen someone could possibly do, your eyes turn crescents as you return the smile but with less brightness on them.

"hey, good morning." you speak, your voice is kind of raspy from feeling worn out since yesterday. danielle notices your tired figure and looks at you with worry. "are you okay?" she asks, you raise your eyebrows at her and nod. "oh yeah, i'm alright. thanks for asking." you slump your shoulders and blow a heavy breath through your nose before continuing.

"how about you?" you add, looking at her. she smiles at the question and lets out an airy laugh.

"ah, i'm well, a bit tired from the never-ending schedules but i'm still on fire!" she raises her fist with a grin on her face, you nod at her enthusiasm and laugh. "that's good, i saw your performance in lollapalooza through a livestream and you all did so well. i wish i was there to see it live." you see her eyes glimmer under the now blue skies. she puts a hand on her face, just to check her temperature. "oh really?" oh yeah, her face is abnormally warmer than it usually is, danielle doesn't know why but it's a good kind of warmth.

you nod for her satisfaction. "even though you're working for almost 10-15 hours, you're still full of energy. going from place to place, still you show up on time." your heart beats faster, it's probably the caffeine, you wish it was the caffeine, if it were anything but the caffeine then you're probably doomed.

danielle giggled, her voice entering your ears like a melody of a fine tune — oh no, you're pressured, anxious? nervous? scared? err, you don't know, your body is feeling feverish, hot? warm? uhm, something like a lava, of course it's hot! duh…

your hand reaches for the cup of coffee and you drink, letting the now room temperature coffee run through your throat.

"i enjoy this, i love doing a lot! and through this i can show everyone that i'm thankful for their efforts, or for taking good care of me. i'm no expert in everything so i just want to repay everyone for looking out for me." ugh, danielle is sickeningly sweet. it's like her words subsides the bitter taste of coffee from your tongue and replaces it with a fruity and sweet taste.

"that's why i admire you idols, you all went from advertising, to singing, dancing, then broadcasting and you… you act too. must be tiring, i hope you're not pushing yourself too much, yeah?" you rotate the cup in your hand, eyes darting to every corner of the cup, trying to avoid danielle's gazes from time to time. danielle could not help but smile wider, her cheeks tinted with rosy pink — the tips of her ears are igniting. "we all work hard, that's why everyone deserves rest. not just me, not just you, but everyone!" danielle kind of hugs herself, arms wrapping on her own figure.

her bag dangles on her shoulder, you flash her a smile and nod, letting go of the cup. "i like your mindset. let's work hard together."

that made danielle feel her heart thump violently inside her chest, it's like threatening to jump off and run towards you, it's such a peculiar feeling that only she gets when she's performing but it's more powerful when she's around you, when there's no loud music behind her, without the cheering of her fans. it's much more evident when only your presence is around. your eyes lock with hers, you almost saw the whole universe in her pupils and then your own reflection.

danielle inhales then exhales. "yes! let's do our best!" as she was about to turn around, she immediately faces you once again and smiles, raising her shoulders. "i'm free later by the way!" she says, dropping her shoulder before leaving to enter one of the film trailer trucks.

you stand there as you puff your chest and immediately deflating it as you let her words pass from the other ear to the other.

okay, now you're thankful that you were doing better than before — your skin isn't as sensitive as it was earlier, your fingers aren't trembling anymore and your face isn't as pale as it was before you saw danielle. rehearsing your lines you are close to perfection, wanting to make sure you deliver the lines the way it was intended.

you can't help but divert your eyes to the beauty from the other side, you watch as danielle rehearses her own lines and couldn't help but smile at how much of a hard-working girl she is.

"is everyone ready? okay! in the count of three… one… two… three… action!"

you look at danielle as you stand in the middle of the spotlight, after gathering all the courage in the world, you open your lips to speak. it's kind of windy today, the day carries winds that travel through strands of danielle's hair, she moves it aside with her dainty fingers. the sky is a shade of a bright blue, with clouds looking soft as a handful of cotton. as you speak, you feel your throat parched, speaking the lines you memorized — trying to fit your emotions with the words that come out of your mouth.

it's almost like you aren't really there, you're doing great really — but your mind focuses on the girl in front of you rather than yourself, she looks… amazing? yeah, but there's something about her now that keeps you grounded. her eyelashes look as amazing as always, and as you speak your breath slowly gets taken away, you don't know whether it's you speaking for a long time that your saliva dried out or it's the sight in front of you that stole your heart away.

danielle swallows a lump in her throat getting herself ready to deliver her lines, but when she opens her mouth nothing comes out. she's a nervous-wreck, she doesn't know why it's so sudden but when her eyes met yours, she couldn't say anything.

her mind blacks out, but she's still standing. it's like her heart is thumping against her ears, her face is as hot as the sun, her palms are sweating and all she can do is chuckle before covering her lips. "oh are you okay?" you ask, everyone stops recording and looks out at danielle who looks up at you and shrugs. "uhm i don't know, my mind suddenly blanked out." you nod and reach out to touch her shoulder, patting it gently.

no one came to interfere, you look at her face to check if she's alright, her face is as red as a ripe tomato and it starts worrying you that maybe she's sick. "hey, are you sick?" your hand touches her forehead, she flinches and shakes her. "uh no! i don't know, i think i'm nervous?" she asks you, you nod and smile at her.

it made her feel a lot better, knowing you won't judge her or get mad, knowing it's just you! there's nothing to be afraid of, whether she makes a lot of mistakes, your friendly nature wouldn't dare to be mad at her. there's that part of her, she wants to do her best to return your efforts.

"maybe we can rest for a bit? so you can relax and then do it again." you let go of her forehead and raise your eyebrows in inquiry, your offer seems nice but danielle wouldn't want to waste everyone's time. "no! i'll take a few breaths and then let's get into it!" danielle rolls her fingers into fists and starts moving them back and forth.

you watch as she takes deep breaths and everyone watches too, you smile at her and did the same.

for a few minutes, it actually helped her, danielle manages to maintain her posture and then she jumps, before fixing her hair. "let's do it!"

after a few more shots, a few more cuts and re-do's, you were able to finish the scenes faster than before. you noticed the change in danielle's demeanor and couldn't help but admire her professionalism.

you lean on the chair you're sitting on and close your eyes, you breath in slowly as you relax your whole shoulders. it's not the most tiring day, you wanted to thank the gods above that you were able to kind of rest longer because the shooting ended earlier than usual, thanks to you and danielle's dedication.

danielle spots you not that far from her, she looks around and hops her way to you, you don't take notice of her presence as you stay still. danielle smiles at your peaceful face, the serene expression written all over your eyes and lips, the way your brows and cheeks relax. you hear her shoes dig on the rocky ground, your eyes open to see danielle, the sun behind her creating a shadow casting to you.

"oh hey danielle." you smile at her, it is currently the middle of the day, the sun is as bright as always. you sit up, and watch as danielle takes a seat beside you. "hey, we finished earlier today huh?" she crosses her legs and leans closer, you nod and turn around to face her. "yeah, i think i like it this way. we get to rest even for a short amount of time." after you said those words, there was silence, a growing one as seconds passed by.

danielle taps her lap and looks around before back at you, whose eyes are set to the scenery displayed in front of her. it didn't take too long for danielle to start speaking once again to break the awkward silence between her and you.

"this seems like a good day for some ice cream, don't you think so..?" danielle says, her shoulder blades rise up and then fall as she exhales. you turn your head to look at her and then to the scorching heat of the sun. "yeah," a sweat forms on your forehead as you squint your eyes.

danielle looks at her lap, the surrounding once again gets engulfed by silence.

you think about what to do, or what to say, there's really not much, the situation is kind of awkward, with how the way things work out there's really nothing left for you to choose — it's either you leave or let things stay this way.

but it's quite rude for you to leave her alone, not when she walked all the way to you. plus, there must be some kind of thing you can think of to get danielle comfortable with you.

danielle watches your uneasy expression, eyes darting at your face, then to your fingers that you're fiddling. her heart thumps inside her ribcage, like a prisoner slamming the gates of a cell to escape. maybe it's the sun or the companion she has with her? danielle is feeling a little out of place, her face is hot and her cheeks are a different shades of red.

yeah, maybe you're not planning to ask her out on an ice cream date. she told you she's free today, for that exact reason — because she wants you to take her out to get ice cream.

maybe you just have different plans, it's not like she asked you if you were free today.

ice cream… huh? your slow brain catches up, finally you got the hint! you look at danielle, who stands up, about to leave but then you raise your hand to get the girl's attention. danielle looks down at you, her gaze lace with confusion. you stand up and smile at her, before comically rubbing your palms together.

"let's go get ice cream together!" you tell her, as you stop rubbing your hands and look up at her with a smile.

danielle cannot help the growing smile on her lips as she nods enthusiastically. "yes! let's go!" she reaches for your hand and takes you away from the filming set.

you watch her hair flow gracefully as the sunny wind hits you both, you catch up to her fast steps, almost stumbling as you do so. danielle giggles as she runs. it's like music to your ears, hearing how happy she is makes you happy too, it's like second hand happiness. danielle's smile is contagious like a virus, but instead of one that kills, it's a virus that spreads positivity to anyone who gets near that smile of hers.

you couldn't help but laugh too, hand tightly holding hers, you intertwine your fingers with her dainty ones as you fasten your steps and catch up to run beside her. you look at her side-profile from time to time, her smile doesn't fade even as the both of you continue to run, run away from everyone.

it doesn't even tire her, that you've been running with her for almost a kilometer until you both are in a park. she spots an ice cream truck and immediately points it out. "there!" danielle leads you with excitement oozing out of her.

you nod and let her take you to wherever.

there's no heartache here, it's just that you start to realize that it's not a feeling of anxiety, fear or anything negative when you think of danielle, it's a bunch of unfamiliar emotions mixed into one that all point to your obvious developing feelings for your co-worker.

the girl whose only role in your life is to be your co-actress, carves her way into your heart and imprints a permanent position, digs a space inside your heart. the heart you thought was once complete, finds another way to give danielle a space to scoot inside and embrace you.

you don't know if that's a bad thing or not, if it's going to last — though you hope it does.

maybe, falling in love isn't such a bad thing.

when danielle runs, it's like every part of the floor that danielle steps in blooms with flowers, then becomes a flower path for you to take behind her. the sky that burns in heat becomes bearable when you stand right beside her, the air becomes a fresh breeze when you breathe it in with her.

falling in love is like a complicated puzzle, an exam with no erasures, no alliterations, no corrections, right minus wrong —

it's confusing and hard but when you get everything right, it rewards you with the best feeling ever.

#female reader #kpop #kpop imagines #newjeans imagines #newjeans #danielle #girl group #danielle marsh #girlgroup imagines #newjeans danielle

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women-are-hot · 2 years

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18 with alessia russo plzzzzz

“Hold my hand tight. I’ll protect you.” - (Prompt List 5)

Note: finally posted something. ugh, i literally missed writing!

“Excuse me?!” you heard someone say and then your head turned up from your phone to see a beautiful blonde young woman looking at you.

“Hey, everything alright?” you asked as you could feel she was off about something.

“There’s this guy that has been following me for like 20 minutes and I wanted to ask if you could help me?”

“Oh, of course, take a seat. Where’s this guy?” you asked as you know had taken the role as her protector.

“He’s the one standing in the green jacket with red shoes at the door” she answered.

“He looks like a jerk. Anyway, let’s get out of here” you said and stood up from your chair, but she didn’t move.

“Hey, hold my hand tight. I’ll protect you!” you added, looking her right in the eyes.

“Trust me, beautiful” you said and mentally hit yourself, because you just said that out loud.

She then got up from her chair and took your hand.

“I know this place inside out, so I know exactly where we should go and get him off you”

—

The two of you walked out of the cafe and you saw that the guy still tried to follow the woman beside you.

“Let’s talk a bit, so it doesn’t look suspect. Is that okay?” you asked, wanting her to feel comfortable with you.

“Yeah yeah okay…” she answered with nerves which made your heart break.

She didn’t deserve this at all!..

“First of all, my name is Y/n and I work as a sports journalist. What about you?”

“Well, my name is Alessia and I play professional football”

“Omg, I thought I recognized you. You play for Manchester United, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me” she said with a little shy smile which made me smile too.

“You scored such an amazing goal last week. You have talent, Alessia!”

Her smile grew bigger.

“Ballon d’or talent” you added in a whisper and made her look at you with a grateful look.

Oh god, she’s so beautiful!

“Thank you” Alessia suddenly said.

“Oh, I said that out loud?” you asked dumbly.

“Kinda” she answered as the two of you laughed a bit.

Then a comfortable silence came over the two of you.

“Turn left and then just listen clearly, alright?”

“Alright”

Then the you looked back and gave that stupid idiot that followed Alessia a wink as you turned left and wacthed him run towards you.

“Alessia here!” you said and took her arm, inside a small room, only a few people know in the neighborhood.

You looked out of the little hole in the wall and saw that jerk run down the road.

Mission completed

“What an idiot,” you whispered.

“Where did he go?” Alessia asked.

“The wrong way” you answered, giving her a playful wink.

“Come, let’s get going” you said as you took her hand and dragged her to another spot only a few knew.

—

“Where are we?” Alessia asked.

“At what I like to call my secret spot” you answered, laying down on the grass.

Alessia then also laid down beside you.

“Not so secretly when I know it,” she said with a giggle.

You turned your head towards her.

“I needed to bring you to a safe place” you mumbled.

Her head turned towards you.

“You’re a good person, Y/n!” she whispered.

“Why, thank you,” you said with a laugh.

“No, seriously. Thank you Y/n. I don’t know what could have happened if it weren't for you” Alessia replied seriously, leaning on her arms.

“I’m your protector now” you said and looked into her beautiful blue eyes.

“Will you always protect me?” she asked.

“If you want me to” you answered, coming a bit closer to her.

“I want you to protect me forever and always” she said confidently and laid her forehead against yours.

“Then it’s settled” you whispered as your eyes wandered down to her lips.

“Do it” she said and that was the only thing you needed to hear as you leaned forward and pushed your lips against hers.

—

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #engwnt x reader #engwnt imagine #engwnt imagines #alessia russo imagines #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo x reader #woso #gxg

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possibilistfanfiction · 1 year

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I would love bea and Ava's reaction to Rihanna's super bowl performance

[this is silly goofy i loved it (the prompt & the halftime show, obviousy), thank u @gohandinhand for the good laugh abt ava's team]

'okay,' ava says, sitting back with a hand to her chest, 'that fucked.'

she's so sincere, so genuinely floored, that you just have to laugh.

'like, this is a great game,' she says, 'but, guys — that was... whew.'

it had been a surprise, that ava randomly decided to learn about american football, memorizing rules and asking about players every time they came over to watch your beloved eagles — or, mostly, to eat good food and listen to beatrice lament how awful a sport it is. it had been a little confusing until she had arrived at ray's one sunday wearing a giants jersey, smiling happily, beatrice trailing along with takeout. you had looked at ray — a diehard 49ers fan — who had rolled her eyes.

'ava,' she had said, 'the giants, really?'

ava had just grinned. 'i like new york,' she had said and shrugged. 'the last time we visited i fucked beatrice against a floor to ceiling window —'

'— jesus christ, ava,' beatrice had said from where she had been unpacking the box of wings in the kitchen —

'— and, anyway, every team deserves someone to cheer for them.'

'mad annoying,' ray had grumbled; a worse offense, even, in your book: the giants.

but, yeah, rihanna at halftime? not that it makes up for all of ava's season-long nonsense, which will undoubtedly continue, but, 'that really was incredible. she's the best.'

beatrice leans back against your couch, her feet propped on your coffee table. 'i feel reborn.'

you and ava share a glance and start to laugh; ava kisses her cheek. 'now you understand why rihanna is number one on my list.'

'oh, i always understood,' beatrice says, turning to ava seriously. 'i just don't think i would be capable. rihanna wanting to sleep with me would be too intimidating. she's so talented and beautiful.'

ava pouts. 'you're not intimidated by me? i'm not talented and beautiful?'

beatrice rolls her eyes, but she wraps an arm around ava's shoulders and tugs her into her side. 'of course you are.' she winks at you, though. 'not quite as much as rihanna, though.'

ava waits a beat before laughing. 'love you, silly.'

'ugh,' beatrice groans, and you want to groan too, but you mean yours; if shannon could see beatrice — contained and serious and uptight and repressed as hell — blush about rihanna and act fake-annoyed at her partner calling her silly, you think she might combust. you raised her well, you feel with a sense of pride; you loved her enough to get her through the fear and the ache and to become in her own time. 'i'm not silly.' she kisses ava's forehead anyway, which really diminishes her argument. 'i love you too, though.'

'break it up,' ray says, sitting next to you and handing you a beer. 'i need to watch the eagles lose.'

you shove her but ava is laughing and beatrice pulls up an article about yet another coach who has done something reprehensible — 'it's a deep character flaw to enjoy american football, we know, beatrice,' ray says — and they bicker about what the best part of the rihanna show was throughout the third corner. your apartment is warm and there's copious amounts of food and beer and your family.

and, yeah, rihanna too.

#wn fic #avatrice fic #prompts #mary #guess i should have a tag for her !!!! nice #this is just goofy but they WOULD have loved that performance !!! bc it was the best!!!!!!!#ava deciding to be a giants fan just to piss mary AND ray off at the same time... iconic

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chrisgetsmewet · 1 month

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Lost Hearts 2

Part 1

Pairing: chris× fem! Reader

Summary:emmaline is obsessed with chris ever sense the 9th grade up until 12th grade. He doesnt feel the same though...

Warning: none

A/n: this might be a little short

Series!!

I was sitting in the kitchen with marylou and nick discussing school dances. And I was also doing chris's homework for him since he asked me to, everyone else thought it was mine and i just let them believe that because that's just who I am.

Matt, chris, nate, and alahna were playing basketball outside. I couldn't stand that girl, i mean she tried so hard to do whatever they did she got on my nerves laughing at every joke they made. thats how i saw it atleast.

"So who are you going to the fall dance with?" Marylou asked leaning forward against the counter.

"No one I'll probably just dance with leah or something." I muttered, continuing working and also fully attending in the conversation.

"Wait you really have no one to go with" nick asked sounding suprised, wich i wouldn't understand why cause even if someone asked me I'd reject them cause it isn't Chris.

"Well i could get chris or matt to take you" their mom suggested

"No, matt has someone already"

"Really?" I was just as shocked as marylou because i had no idea, guess you never know whats going on in someones life when you're to focused on your own and someone else's.

"I guess I'll get chris to take you then" the shruggs before pushing off the counter to look in the fridge and grab ingredients out for dinner. I was staying over for dinner of course.

Thats when i heard the front door open and i heard talking, panting, and laughing. Ugh alahna's laughter.

She came in the kitchen giggling "hey, where's chris's water bottle" i knew where that was so i got up from my seat and opened the cabinet where all there cups were, filled it up with ice water.

Alahna put her hand out to get the water from me but i pushed past her, walking into the living room to give it to him personally. He was laying out on the floor catching his breath, some of his hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat.

"Here" I turn the bottle to him. Then squat down to his level

"Oh my gosh thank you"

"So who won basketball"

He just kept chugging his water then i heard matt answer for him.

"He did, only cause he cheated"

"sounds like a true loser"

With all that being said, and nothing to me just everyone talking about there wins and lose's i got up and went back to the kitchen. By then marylou was rolling the meat into balls for meatballs, and boiling the pasta, while on the phone.

"That was so uncalled for" he said unamused, i assume he was talking about the whole water bottle thing.

"What are you talking about" I said feigning ignorance. He just chuckled in response and continued making the meatballs . I went over and helped too.

"So chris-

Marylou cut heald of shipping her mouth

"-I'd like you to take emmaline to the dance"

He chocked on his food a bit putting his fork down, then taking a sip of whatever was in his cup while hitting his chest a couple of times, Matt started laughing at him but quickly stopped when his dad started looking at him unamused.

"Huh?" He heard he i knew he did. I just stuff my face full of food just incase i have to talk and I avoid everyone's eyes, looking down at the plate for the time being.

"Chris don't be an ass"

"Language" his mother points at him

"How did this even happen. " He looked at me and i quickly turned my head putting the whole load of bread in my mouth, i gagged a bit that made everyone look at me, so i just quickly covered my mouth and giving them a thumbs up.

"What are you doing" matt asked me with a confused look on my face.

I just shook my head pointing to my mouth and shrugging.

"Listen to you're mom" his dad said sternly, I'm sure he was fed up sense he isn't the type to be mad without a reason.

"But-"

"No emmaline is a nice, talented, beautiful young lady and you're gonna take her to the dance, conversation over. "

I smiled at Jimmy's kind words but that quickly ended when i saw chris walking away from the table. I looked around matt was eating his food and also playing with the dog, nick took that as his opportunity to get on his phone.

"Please sit back down" Marylou pleaded but he kept walking thats when his dad came in "chris come sit back down" but he didn't listen.

"I can go talk to him"

"No, finish eating, he's upset for no reason"

"I'm sorry hun he dosent mean anything by it" she reached touching my hand, her thumb rubbing it a little.

"I hope so" I let out a breath.

A/n: i tried so hard not use people's name over and over again. Also no hate to alahna i just wanted to use her for this.

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris × reader #chris sturniolo fanfic

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peachyjinx · 2 years

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Holding Back [Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader] 18+

Relationship: Loki x Female Reader

Summary: You are a new mutant recruit in training with the Avengers, and Loki is brought in to teach you how to use your powers.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Eventual smut

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Chapter 4:

The Dinner

Word Count: 2727

Summary: You see Loki for the first time since your last session and he's not acting like you'd expect. You go out to dinner with the Avengers.

Warnings: References to masturbation, a little angsty, the Avengers getting drunk, Reader is getting a bit drunk and a bit desperate

Today you wake up in a bad mood. The alarm went off and you looked at your phone, angry at its existence.

Why are you so cranky? Is it because you know that you have to see Loki tomorrow and you’re still mad at him? The fact that you don't feel like you are far enough along in training as you should be? Or this fancy dinner Tony is making you all go to this evening to get to know the new recruits?

You drag yourself out of bed, and head downstairs for breakfast, still a bit groggy. You slowly walk down the corridor, only to see Loki in the kitchen with Thor. You feel your eyes narrow as you watch the brothers for a moment, as they laugh and tell Bucky stories of a village they had saved on Vanaheimr. And speaking of the female conquests they had.

"He could bewitch whatever beauty he wanted to with his Silver tongue", Thor pointed to Loki, who stood proudly with his arms crossed and smirked.

You snort, yea I bet he could, when he's not being a total ass.

You feel their eyes snap towards your direction as they hear your approach, but you keep walking as if you have the kitchen to yourself.

"Lady Y/N! How are you this fine morning?", Thor asked, his booming voice obnoxiously loud.

"Just fine, thanks," you don't try to cover the sound of irritability in your voice.

Maybe if Loki and Thor weren't in my space bragging about all the women they slept with. Ugh, I need to get laid, this is the worst. I wonder if Bucky would be into a quickie…?

“Do you remember those maidens in the pub on the Mount of Slottir? They looked as though they were goddesses themselves! And that one, she could put her legs around her-," Thor continues the conversation.

Loki clears his throat.

"AHEM. Perhaps we could change our conversation considering our present company", he nods in your direction.

"Oh don't worry about Y/N, she could tell you guys tales!" Bucky chuckles, and you roll your eyes.

"Oh? A fair many conquests?", Loki inquires, looking at you with a mischievous grin and a wink. This is the first time he's spoken to you since he yelled at you last week, and you want to either punch him or kiss him- you're not sure which.

He never came around on Sunday mornings, what is he doing here anyways? You look at his clothing- he’s wearing the Asgardian leathers that he wears during your lessons. He must’ve been sparring with Thor this morning.

"I don't kiss and tell," you reply with a sarcastic smirk as you open the fridge.

"Unless she's had a couple of drinks!," Bucky teases. Damnit, Bucky. You recall one night where you complained to Bucky about how you missed having a sex life- he didn’t need to broadcast it. You shoot him a glare and his smile disappears. You've got to get out of here, this is way too much for 8 am.

"Y/N, did you make these?", Loki gestures at the cookie in his hand. He gingerly takes a bite and continues to look you in the eyes as he chews. There is mischief in his eyes, and it feels as if he is taunting you, daring you to snap at him.

"Yup," you respond curtly and turn back to the contents of the fridge.

"Well they are divine, just like the brownies you gifted me. You are quite the talented baker." You can feel the blush on your cheek as you continue to look on the shelves for a breakfast that isn't there. This is absolute torture.

"Oh thanks, yea I thought they came out pretty good…", you trailed off. Is he complimenting you in front of others to disarm you? What is this game he's playing?

You decide you need out of this immediately, and close the fridge door.

"I'll see you guys later, I'm going to head out for breakfast," you turn around without looking at the group and hurriedly walk towards the elevators.

You let out a huge sigh of relief when you get in the elevator. You didn't realize you had been holding in your breath as you had left. Even though you are still mad at him, it didn’t curb your craving for him. You could feel the damp in between your legs forming. You need to masturbate and clear your mind before you do anything else. Your hope is that if you think of Loki when you touch yourself, your lust won’t keep bubbling to the surface. That always works, right?

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After the annoyance this morning, you had decided to get out of the tower for breakfast and some shopping as a treat to yourself. It had been a great distraction and helped with your mood. Now you were actually looking forward to the dinner at the high end Japanese fusion restaurant that Tony had rented out for your private party.

You look at yourself in the mirror after you’re done getting ready.

Not bad.

You have on your new little black dress and black and gold Manolo Blahniks you bought today. This is the first time you had taken advantage of Tony’s offer to charge to his account, and you were thankful for it. You had even gone to a salon for an updo, facial and makeup, making you feel particularly glamorous. Altogether, you were feeling like you would fit right in with the Avengers at a swanky restaurant uptown. You were excited to be just with the team tonight, and no more weirdness with that sexy Prince who haunted your dreams.

First he's nice, then he's mean, now he's sort of flirting? What is it with this guy? I definitely should not have gotten a crush on the God of Chaos.

You resolve to put him out of your mind- tonight was about you and the team, and to maybe think more about what Bucky had said about you joining the next mission.

Loki had been a huge distraction in your decision. Do you think you were good enough? Were your powers showing enough promise? Were you ready for all of this superhero business? Or was it time to cut your losses?

Your mind swirled, thinking about the last few months as you finished getting ready and headed downstairs to your car. Setting aside the Loki stuff, you still had to figure out if you belonged here.

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You arrive at the restaurant early, so you can pick out a seat by Steve and Bucky. You are relieved to see the friends have already arrived. Early as always- you knew you could rely on Steve to be punctual.

"Well well, look what the cat dragged in," Bucky jokes as you walk up to the large table. He stands up and smiles, “Looking gorgeous, Doll”. He is in a black suit with a deep red shirt underneath- you don’t see him dressed nicely often, but it suits him. He hugs you gently and gives you a chaste peck on the cheek.

“Thanks, Bucky,” you smile shyly back at him.

Steve stands and steps over to you, his eyebrows raised in surprise. He is dressed in a well tailored blue button down shirt which is accenting his wide shoulders, and tight on his arms and chest. You are suddenly reminded of why you had fantasized about him before you had met Loki.

"Hi, Y/N, you look…. amazing, " Steve compliments you awkwardly. You have never seen him like this- he is almost flustered. Bucky smirks at Steve and gives you a nod.

"Thanks, I figured that even if I don't act the part of a chic superhero, I should look it,” you gesture at your outfit.

You settle in with Steve and Bucky, while the others pour in. The new recruits arrive - Wanda and Vision- along with Nat and Clint, and Tony at the head of the table. You are settling in as the servers arrive to take drink orders.

As you watch your new companions chatting with each other, your eyes fall on the last person you wanted to see- Loki. He saunters in after Tony and takes his seat near the opposite end of the table- diagonally from you, making it hard to ignore him. He’s dressed in a black suit with crisp white shirt and black tie. He looks amazing, as usual. He looks at you and smiles and winks. You feel your heart beat faster, as you realize your masturbation session this morning had been in vain.

As your side of the table snacks on appetizers, you introduce yourself to Wanda and Vision, and listen to their story for a bit before turning back to Steve and Bucky. You adjust how you’re sitting so that Loki is no longer in your line of sight, making it easier for you to relax.

Dinner is delicious, and although Loki is present at the table, you have managed to actually enjoy yourself and your friends’ company. The drinks have helped you decompress, and you’re feeling warm all over as you enjoy your conversations.

You find that you can get Steve really talking when you ask him about his drawings, and you are charmed by his love of the craft. You enjoy the mens’ generosity and effort they put into finding common ground in your discussion, as they bring up modern culture they’re learning about.

The evening has progressed, and the other side of the table has become more rowdy, as the attendees get more drunk and animated. Nat and Clint are arguing about a previous assignment, but they’re speaking in codes so no one can follow what they’re talking about. You can hear the laughter at the end of the table, and then a voice calls out to you.

"Hey, Y/N, c'mere, Loki's telling me about your training, but I wanna know what you have to say!", Tony shouts down from the other end of the table, clearly drunk.

Oh this will be fun.

You stand up and walk to the end of the table, trying to be as graceful as possible despite the pumps and the alcohol in your system.

"Good evening, Y/N. You are looking positively exquisite this evening. I was just telling Stark that had you only tapped into your true feelings, you could hone your skills better. You're blocking yourself and therefore preventing yourself from advancing," Loki held up his glass of red wine toward you and took a drink.

You could feel the heat rise in your face as you take in Loki’s summary, anger seeping into every part of your body.

"Is that true, Bubbles?", Tony asked.

"Don't call me that," you snapped and glared at him.

"I think if my teacher wasn't an arrogant ass, I would've progressed more," you glared at Loki. You don't even know why you are mad at him, he's probably right. But he didn't need to talk about your training like this in front of everyone.

Nat and Clint call out, "Oooooo" in unison like a sitcom. You try to ignore them, and the eyes of the others that are shifting to the conversation.

“You had one difficult session, and then you had to take a week off,” Loki bit back, staring hard at you. You feel your hands balling into fists, and you imagine jumping over the table and strangling him.

“I was getting better!! I used my powers to move something! Training was going just fine, and then you had to go and be a dick!!”, you shouted at him, the drinks loosening your tongue.

Loki laughed coldly, “Yes, you accomplished the one task that I had asked of you. And then you promptly gave up." He maliciously smiled at you while taking another sip of his wine.

The whole table is now quietly staring in shock at the scene unfolding. You can feel yourself start to tremble in anger and you decide to exit this conversation before you are kicked off the team. You hear Tony start to interject, but turn around and quickly head down towards the ladies' room, tucked into the back of the restaurant.

As you walk down the hallway, you see a green cloud of magic, and Loki appears at the end, arms crossed and looking at you.

"You've been avoiding me tonight, Darling", he stares down at you.

You look at him briefly and pause to take a deep breath. You reply as coolly as you can, "No I haven't. Maybe you're just not used to getting attention all the time". You try to walk past him to go into the ladies room, but he grabs your arm and pulls you towards him.

"What are you doing?" You ask, looking into his eyes with anger. You can hear your heartbeat loudly slamming in your ears, and your body feels like it’s on fire.

"We haven't seen each other in nearly a week. And yet, I am greeted with nothing but cold deference from you. Tell me, what have I done to offend?", his voice light and airy, as he feigns innocence.

"Our last training session you were a total asshole to me, Loki! Don't act like you don't remember, because I do. I didn't appreciate you treating me like that! And then you have to bring it up in front of everyone? What the HELL is the matter with you?!", you rip your arm from his grip.

Loki sneers at you and starts to laugh. He steps closer to you and leans in, his face now inches from yours.

His voice is now deeper with a hint of delight, "Now there's the fire. And here I thought you were but a timid mouse. It turns out you're quite fierce when you want to be. And I’m the God of Mischief, I don’t know what else you would expect," he smiles down at you, a glint of excitement appearing in his eyes.

You glare at him, but heat is flooding to your sex. His deep voice has stoked the fires of your lust, and his body this close to yours has your pulse racing. You can smell the wine on his breath as it mixes with the cologne he’s wearing, creating an alluring scent. And with the suit, tight to his body and accenting his tall frame and broad shoulders, he is incredibly intimidating up close. You feel hot all over, and electricity spreads throughout your body. You have an overwhelming need to kiss him right now.

“Hey, Y/N, you okay?”, Nat’s voice calls from behind you. Loki shifts his gaze to the redhead walking towards you both, and straightens his body away from yours.

You turn away from Loki and force a smile, “Oh yea, everything’s fine, Nat. We’re done here”.

She looks at you both suspiciously, but you know she can tell what’s going on between the two of you.

“Oh…okay…well just let me know if this greasy jerk is bothering you,” Nat says casually and turns around to head back to the dinner.

You do not look back at Loki, and step quickly into the bathroom. You walk straight to the sink, breathing heavily and bracing your hands on the counter to hold yourself up.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you see you are visibly shaking. You realize now that this lust mutual, Loki obviously feels the same way. Something almost happened between you two, and Nat saw it.

Shit. This is bad, this is so so bad. Is Nat telling everyone now?

You assure yourself that nothing actually happened, and anything Nat saw was just an intense conversation. You take some deep breaths and wait a few more minutes to gather the courage to go back out to the table and act like nothing happened. You can think about Loki later.

You walk back down the hall to your party’s table, and briefly glance over the group - Loki is gone. You sigh in relief as you return to your chair. No one asks you about the fight that had unfolded, and you’re thankful. You assume Steve likely told the group to leave it alone. You decide to bury your feelings again, and try to enjoy the rest of the evening with your friends.

Chapter 5- The Breaking Point

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