here come the night time

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But if by chance you’re here alone, can I have a moment before I go? ‘Cause I’ve been by myself all night long, hoping you’re someone I used to know.

Young

Originally posted by bubblebutttjimin

It has been MONTHS since I’ve posted anything on here, but my vacation just started and I am so fucking ready to get back on here. This is the longest shit i’ve ever written so i hope you guys like it. I’m only writing for BTS at the moment so if you have any requests for them, i’d be happy to oblige. Without further ado, please and enjoy. Feedback is much appreciated, as usual.

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: fluff, smut

“Fucksake, not again..” you grumbled. You brought your hands up to your eyes and rubbed at them sleepily, feeling the anger slowly boiling up inside of you as you sat up in your bed.

Just ignore it. Just block it out, close your eyes, and go back to sleep. You can do this.

The encouraging words you kept repeating in your head made you lie back down, still holding onto the small piece of hope you still had, but it was quickly erased when another moan rang out in your ears and you groaned for the nth time before sitting up again.

You actually felt like crying at that moment. There was nothing you wanted to do more than get a decent amount of sleep after a hell-filled week. With the all exams you’d been studying for, all the papers, all the assignments, you craved a weekend full of goodnight sleeps and rest. But, clearly, that was just too much to ask of the horny fucking assholes who couldn’t keep it in their pants at this time of night.

You were too tired to even think of going there and giving them shit about it. So you just got up out of bed, still in your pajamas that consisted of shorts and a baggy t-shirt, grabbed your phone and dorm room key, and left your room. You cringed as you passed the room next to yours when you heard another groan echo from there, deciding you wanted to get off this whole fucking floor to at least have a quiet and peaceful night, even without sleep.

You sighed and ran a hand down your face as you entered the elevator before pressing the button to the main floor, considering the main lounge would be empty at this time of night. The ding sounded when you reached the floor, the door slowly sliding open to completely empty and silent room. A tiny smile graced your lips as you walked to a seat in the corner, a small part of you happy to spend some quiet alone time, even though you were spending it outside your bed in an uncomfortable couch. But hey, when in college, those things were nothing to complain about.

You took your phone out and opened Instagram, scrolling through the search feed in search of anything entertaining. You sighed and slid down the seat and brought your legs up to rest on the seat, trying to get as comfortable as possible because it seemed it was going to be a long night.

Time seemed to fly as you sat there, switching between Instagram, Tumblr, and Twitter, occasionally turning on some music and singing along softly. But when you looked at the time, only twenty minutes had passed by. You groaned and sat up properly, locking your phone and looking up at the ceiling in frustration. You were pretty damn sure the two rabbits fucking upstairs were anywhere near done since you’ve experienced stuff like this countless times before, so you had no idea what to do. You only grabbed your phone and laid back against the couch once again, laying your head back and closing your eyes for a few seconds to clear your head. But then you heard the elevator ding, and your eyes snapped open quickly. Who the hell would come down here at this time of night?

You turned your head but stayed in your position, watching as the boy walked out of the elevator oblivious to your presence with his eyes glued to his phone. You definitely recognized him from around campus since he was pretty hard not to notice. He was one of the cuter guys around, not with too much attention though. He had his own group of friends and didn’t seem to want to broaden it any time soon. You didn’t even know his name even though he was in one or two of your classes.

He didn’t look up from his phone until he sat down on one of the couches a few feet away. As his eyes scanned the room, they landed on you and they widened at the presence of someone else. You sent him a small flustered smile, having been caught staring at him, and he sent one back. You broke eye contact and looked down at your phone once again. You were very tempted to go up and maybe say hi, get to know him maybe. But you didn’t wanna be one of those annoying strangers that annoyed the hell out of you without knowing it, and you had a feeling he was too polite to ignore you or tell you to fuck off. So you stuck to scrolling through your phone once again and sighing as you dug yourself further into your seat, occasionally glancing over to him to see him engrossed in his own phone.

Another fifteen minutes had passed by, and you looked up when you heard shifting from his side of the room as he got up and walked to a vending machine in the corner. He slid in some money and once you heard the crumpling of the wrapping of what you guessed was a chocolate bar, you suddenly felt the hunger that was starting to take over your stomach. You were pretty sure you didn’t have any money to buy anything though, since you didn’t bother to think about anything but getting away from that damned floor.

However, you were surprised when, out of the corner of your eye, you saw him making his way over to you, and you tried not to get nervous at the thought of actually having to interact with him. You weren’t very used to meeting and talking to new people, especially when they were attractive.

You kept your eyes glued to your phone, thinking maybe he was going in a different direction than you thought, but then a snickers bar was held up before you. Your eyes brows raised in surprise and you looked up to find him looking at you expectantly, his other hand holding his own half-eaten snickers bar. You stared at him for a few seconds, mouth slight agape in confusion and slight bewilderment.

“I didn’t know what you liked so I got you the same as mine,” he said after he swallowed down his bite, and the look he held in his eyes was so soft and innocent you almost melted right there.

“Erm, thank you,” you chuckled and sat up in your seat. “You really didn’t have to.”

He smiled a cute, bunny-teethed smile and nudged the chocolate towards you once again. “I guessed you were down here much earlier than I was so.. it’s nothing really.”
You took it from him with a smile and thanked him once again, feeling your stomach flutter when he took a seat on the couch opposite to you and unlocked his phone before settling in. You settled back as well and unwrapped the chocolate bar before taking a bite, savoring the sweet and salty taste that always managed to have you full in just a few bites.

You continued to use your phone when you felt his eyes on you, and you didn’t know whether to look up or just ignore it. But you couldn’t help but let your eyes meet his, and he was quick to avert his gaze down, but you definitely caught the slight tint in his cheeks at being caught.

“Are you down here for the same reason I am?” He asked all of a sudden, and you looked up mid bite to find him having locked his phone with his attention now on you, and you you decided to do the same.

“Wait, is Park Jimin on your floor too?” You asked, slowly connecting the dots in your head as a smile slid onto both of your lips before you two busted out laughing.

“I knew it,” he sighed after you both stopped your laughing fit. “I’m Jungkook by the way.”

“I’m __.”

Within another half an hour, you’d gotten to know more than a handful of things about him. He was a dance major. He had a part time job because, similar to 90% of college students, he was struggling to pay his college fees. One of his best friends was Park Jimin, the dickhead currently fucking someone in his dorm room. People like to call him ‘Kookie’ or ‘Jungkookie’, which you found extremely adorable to be completely honest. He loved to sing. His favorite number is 1. He has a black belt in Taekwondo.

And, surprisingly, you talked and spilled just as much. It was nice. It’d been a long time since you sat down and just had a long chat with someone about nothing in particular, just anything that came to mind. He’d even made his way over to you and sat on the seat next to yours, and you tried not to focus too much on the handsome features of his face after he sat so much closer.

However, after you both yawned for the fifth time, you grabbed your phone to look at the time, surprised to see that two hours had just flied by.

“You think Park would be done by now?” You asked after another yawn and he chuckled as he checked his phone for the time as well.

“If he’s not, I’m going in there to kick his ass myself.”

When you reached your room, you turned to him and gave him one last smile.

“Night Jungkook. Thanks again for that snickers bar, if it weren’t for you I would’ve starved to death down there instead of coming back up here and getting some cash and hear that girl getting murdered.”

“You’re welcome,” he laughed. “Night __, I’ll see you around.”


That was about a week ago. You hadn’t seen much of Jungkook except for in classes where you two said simple ‘hellos’ and exchanged smiles. A small part of you was upset that you two hadn’t talked properly again, or even exchanged numbers. But you figured that night was a one time thing and he only talked to you because there was no other better way to pass the time.

That thought was quickly thrown out the window when you heard your name being called as you walked to your next class, which happened to be with Jungkook himself. You turned your head to see him jogging up to you, ignoring the butterflies that flooded your tummies at the sight of him.

“What’s up?” You greeted with a smile and he sent one right back as he walked alongside you.

“Nothing much. We have the same class right now, right?” He asked, and the small high school part of you squealed at the fact that he remembered that.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Are you mentally and emotionally prepared for the amazing and fun-filled lectures of Mr. Kim?” you asked with false enthusiasm.

“Oh yeah, super pumped,” he chuckled. As you walked, you continued to chat casually about your week and how it’d gone. You finally reached your class and you walked to a vacant seat, expecting him to part ways with you and sit near his friends since they also attended this class. However, you were pleasantly surprised when he followed you and took the seat right next to you, and bit back a smile as you settled in your seat.

The two hour lecture started, and for the first time in a long time, you weren’t bored out of your life and halfway asleep on your desk. The reason was Jeon Jungkook and his antics. He kept doodling on your notebook, which you had no use of, passing you notes, and making lame jokes that had you choking back laughter.

You were currently practically red in the face, giggling quietly, body shaking from laughter as you leaned your head against the table so that nobody saw you. Then he tapped you on the shoulder and you sat up, huffing out a sigh after your laughing fit before looking to him expectantly.

“Give me your phone.”

“What?” You chuckled. “Why?”

“Just give it to me.”

You slid your phone out of your pocket and handed it over to him after unlocking it. He typed in a few things before giving it back, and before you could ask he talked.

“There, now you have my number saved. Text me later so I can have your number save too, yeah?” He smiled that sweet smile once again and you had no idea why you felt your cheeks heat up slightly, but you turned to the front of the class so he wouldn’t notice, though you were pretty sure he knew your were grinning.


are you coming to taehyung’s party tonight?

i don’t think so

why not? :/ it’s fridayy

i have a lot of studying to catch up on

oh come on __ you still have the whole weekend

well yeah but still idk if that’s enough

please? i promise you’ll have fun if i’m there with you

You felt a smile grace your lips and you knew you couldn’t turn him down.

alright fine see you there

You sighed as you laid there in bed, already stressing about what you were gonna wear and the countless people you were going to have to talk to during your time there. But then you remembered that you were going to see him, in a much more relaxed and loose atmosphere, so you immediately got up and started rummaging through your closet for an outfit.

You settled for simple. A crop top, some ripped skinny jeans, and healed boots. Your makeup was simple and you let your hair down, which wasn’t something you often did so you liked the change. You checked your phone for the clock and decided to head out. You texted him that you were on your way, and he said that he’d be waiting for you.

You knew the address since you’d been to Taehyung’s parties before, and you definitely knew how wild they’d get sometimes, which is partially why you were hesitant to come. But you couldn’t help but agree. Ever since he’d given you his number, he’d texted you everyday. Sometimes a good morning text, others a goodnight text, with silly and goofy texts that spread out through the hours of the day. You weren’t going to deny it, you were starting to like him. With his stupid smile, his sweet personality, his gorgeous everything, it was hard not to.

The door to Taehyung’s was open and you made your way in, your eyes scanning the place to try and find anyone familiar, but to no avail. You walked further into the house and headed towards the kitchen, quite enjoying the loud music that filled your ears, and pulled out your phone to see if he’d texted you.

text me when you get here

i’m in the kitchen

You sent the text and leaned back against the counter, settling for waiting instead of getting a drink. You knew not to drink anything at these frat parties if you didn’t have anyone watching your back.

In less than a minute, you looked up to see him walking towards you. You felt a smile automatically being drawn onto your lips as soon as he reached you, and it was accompanied with a soft blush when he immediately pulled you into a short hug as he reached you.

“Glad you came,” he grinned as he pulled back.

“Well I gotta admit, a small part of me didn’t wanna spend the night writing a ten page essay,” you chuckled.

“Come on, let me introduce you to my friends.”

There was Taehyung, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jimin, who was surprisingly not a dick as you’d expected. They were all a bunch of chill guys who sat there and laughed with a few others, and you kind of got the vibe that this was Jungkook’s close group of friends that he hung out with, and you were happy to meet them.

Each and everyone of them addressed him as Kookie, and you smile each and every time they did. You two sat on one of the couches, his arm resting behind you on the back of the couch, so it was easy for you to lean towards him and mumble to him.

“So, Kookie huh?” You giggled when he blushed.

“Yeah, I told you they all call me that,” he chuckled. “It’s not by choice, believe me.”

“Don’t worry, it’s pretty cute.”

“Not as cute as you.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he closed his eyes and groaned in embarrassment. “That was so tacky, wasn’t it?”

You couldn’t help but bust out laughing at that, and despite his embarrassment, you saw him crack a smile. You nudged his shoulder playfully and leaned slightly into him.

“It was, but I’ll give you an A for effort.”

“He locked me out of my own house for two hours just because I went with Taehyung to a new place that opened in our town,” he sighed and shook his head in mock disappointment.

“What the hell?” You laughed loudly. “He was worse than a clingy girlfriend.”

“Yeah, Park Jimin isn’t the most open minded best friend, or boyfriend,” he laughed with you.

You two were walking home from the party, and he was telling you old stories about him and his friends. Apparently, they were all friends for a long time, and it made your heart even softer to think of all of them still holding onto their friendship and keeping it strong through all those years.

“It’s sweet that you guys are still close friends after so long,” you smiled up at him and he smiled as well at the thought of his friends.

“Yeah, but they can be assholes sometimes. But I guess Jimin being an asshole two weeks ago brought us here didn’t it?” He nudged you with his elbow and you really couldn’t manage not to blush.

“Yeah, I guess..”


“Do you wanna go out with me?”

You sputtered on your coffee at the sudden question. managing to save yourself from a coughing fit before looking up at him. He stared at you nervously, contemplating whether it was a good decision or not to blurt this out in the middle of a study session in the cafe you both chose.

“I mean, you don’t have to.. I just thought-”

“I’d love to, Jungkook.” You cut him off and placed a hand on his to relax his nervous posture, and he immediately smiled in relief and you felt your heart flutter at the mix of it all.

“Tomorrow night then?” He asked, and you only managed to nod eagerly, already feeling your heart racing when he turned his palm upwards to squeeze your hand.


You were glad that he didn’t suggest something like dinner, but instead opted for bowling. It wasn’t that you wouldn’t enjoy dinner with him, you were more than sure you would enjoy doing just about anything with him. But you absolutely loved bowling, or in other words, you absolutely loved anything that involved competition. So you immediately agreed.

You sat on your bed, switching between nervously biting on your fingernails and fiddling with a loose string on the bed sheets. You shouldn’t be nervous. It was only Jeon Jungkook, the sweet boy who managed to make you comfortable with only a simple smile and a few words.

But this was different. When you first talked to him, the thought of him actually taking an interest in you was way way far off. But then he reached out to you and talked to you in uni, and still, you thought he was one of those persons who were too nice for their own good, and was only interacting with you so as not to be rude after having talked to you a week earlier. And then, he took your number, and he texted you and called you, and hung out with you. But you managed not to let yourself get hopeful because some guys did manage to lead girls on without actually realizing it.

Then he dropped the bomb and asked you out.

And now your palms were sweaty and your heart was racing because in the short time you’d spent with this boy, you could already tell he was the epitome of sweetness, and you pondered why he’d chose to ask you out of all people.

Your thoughts were interrupted with a knock on your door that alerted you that it was finally time. You swung the door open to be met with those puppy dog eyes once again, and the contrast between his innocent face and his lean body still made you wonder how he could make it work.

“Hey,” he smiled and moved in for a quick hug which you accepted, enjoying the way his whole body radiated with warmth.

“Hi,” you greeted back with a grin.

“Ready?” He asked, but he was already stretching his arm out for you to grab his hand, and you slickly wiped your palm along your pants before placing your hand in his.

“Let’s go.”

“Oh my god, you are so going down, Jeon.”

You didn’t realize this date could turn so quickly into a serious match, but with the amount of competitiveness you both apparently had ingrained in your genes, it was inevitable

“If I get one more strike, it’s done for you, __.” He raised his brows teasingly with a smirk that you still hadn’t gotten the chance to get used to. He went and grabbed his ball, throwing you one last glance.

“Huh, yeah. Good luck with that, sweetie.” You said those words with as much false confidence as you could muster up. But you knew, you just knew he would get it.

“How ‘bout if I get this, we go on a second date tomorrow?” He turned to face you again just before he threw the ball.

“Is this how you get girls to go on dates with you, Kookie?” You used his nickname on him for the very first time, and the smile that took over his lips had butterflies flooding your stomach for the hundredth time that night.

“Not usually, no.” He shook his head as he walked closer to you after placing the bowling ball back down. He stopped a foot before you. “I guess you’re different though. Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

You bravely took a step forward and looked up at him, quite enjoying the significant height difference. “Well, don’t worry. Strike or no strike, I’d love to go out with you again.”

You both smiled at each other again, standing there for another handful of seconds before he turned and grabbed the ball, confidently throwing it in a more than perfect posture.

Of course, it was a strike.


The second date was a movie. Cliche, yes, but if you two hadn’t spent almost the entire movie throwing popcorn over each other, you would’ve been bored out of your mind. You were shushed and scolded several times, until they actually kicked you out of the theater for ‘disturbing the others’. But you couldn’t care less as you both laughed till tears were rolling out of your eyes on your home back home.

The third one was a picnic. Jungkook had been adamant at showing off his cooking skills and he definitely lived up to his gloating as he’d prepared several simple snacks that had you groaning at the tasteful bites. And as all picnic dates ended, you laid on your blanket and stargazed, you just had to do it. You ruined the moment, however, when you pointed out that a group of stars kind of resembled a pair of boobs. That had him rolling around in blanket in laughter as you giggled along.

The fourth one was a bit more interesting. You were scrolling around on Instagram when you see that there was a free cooking class in a few days. Your eyes lit up and you immediately sent a screenshot to him, asking if he was up for it, and he agreed. The whole class turned out to be old married couples and newly weds, and the class was supposedly for married couples only. You had to hold in your laughter as Jungkook explained to the sweet old woman who was teaching the class that the two of you had eloped after your parents disapproved of your relationship, and were currently traveling around aimlessly with no permanent home. After a few aws and cheek pinches, you began to learn how to make Baked Dijon Salmon.

The fifth one you went mini-golfing, where your competitive streak came out once again. However, this time, you won the bet. You managed to make him pose with his butt perked up, holding up a peace sign whilst puckering his lips for a photo that you posted on Instagram with the caption ‘Girls night out’.

The sixth one was your favorite. In one of those previous dates, he’d managed to tell you tons about his earlier life and childhood, and somewhere along those lines, he’d mentioned his favorite diner that was near his hometown. He showed you pictures of him there with his friends and family. And he decided he wanted to take you there because apparently, the burgers there were the best he’d ever had. It took you a while to get there but it was definitely worth the ride.

The old lady that worked there had known Jungkook since he was a child, and you felt your heart melt when he encased her in his arms in a soft hug as she cooed at him. She hugged you as well because ‘any friend of Jugkook’s was just like one of her children as well’.

You sat on the same side of the booth, and you spent the night eating, laughing, teasing, and glancing shyly at each other out of the corners of your eyes. And what made it better was that it all ended with a kiss. It was soft and mellow, just like him. He brushed your hair with his fingers as his lips moved at a slow pace against yours while your hands rested on his firm chest, feeling his heartbeat.

That was the first kiss of many.

The dates -well, any meet ups actually- that followed those were full of kisses that had you growing more and more attached to the boy. He’d made it a habit of pecking your lips softly as soon as you were in arms reach, quickly grabbing your arms and pulling you into his embrace. It was quite frustrating as well because you were shorter than him and didn’t get to do the same to him. Not that it was hard to convince him to kiss you.


You were currently walking hand in hand, back from the library to the dorms after several hours of trying to study with Jungkook, ‘trying’ being the keyword here. You ended up wasting about two hours in there just whispering to each other and giggling, sitting in a table all the way at the corner so you could sneak in a few pecks and kisses without getting glared at by the librarian.

“Do you wanna hang out at my room for a bit?” He grabbed your hand and asked just as you were about to make the turn to the hallway for your room. You felt a small smile grace your lips and your heart leap at the thought of spending alone time with him, in his room for the very first time. But then you remembered that his roommate is probably gonna be there, and your smile faltered a bit. As if he’d read your mind, he spoke again.

“Don’t worry, my roommate’s sleeping at his girlfriend’s tonight so it’ll be just us.” 

At that, you smiled and nodded before allowing him to lead the way.


“Here, you can wear these. I’m pretty sure those jeans aren’t the most comfortable thing to cuddle in.” He threw you a pair of clean boxers that would definitely fit like shorts on you with one of his over-sized t-shirts. You gave him a grateful smile because you truly did feel suffocated because of those skinny jeans after being stuck in them all day. You grabbed them and went into the bathroom to change, mentally clapping yourself on the back for convincing yourself to shave during your morning shower today.

“Hey, what do you wanna watch? I have some-” He was speaking to you through the door and you cut him off as you swung it open after being finished. He looked down at you, your body absolutely drowned in his shirt and boxers, managing to look completely adorably yet completely sexy at the same time. He swallowed visibly but then smiled to cover up, before pinching your cheeks.

“You look adorable,” he chuckled. You huffed and swatted at his hands as your cheeks reddened. But he only chuckled more and leaned down to peck the corner of your lips. “Come on, you pick something to watch and I’ll order us something to eat.”

You climbed onto the bed and grabbed the laptop, opening google to look up something to watch. But your eyes couldn’t help but wander over to him as he stood there, in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt identical to yours, his eyes fixed on the phone as he searched for something with a concentrated look on his face. You were completely entranced with him and you thought you were in some sort of dream, sitting here on his bed and waiting for him to join you. He seemed too good to be true. He was kindhearted, sweet, funny, dorky even, handsome, sexy, it was all wrapped up in one. Your eyes were glued to him and if they hadn’t reached his lips to see them moving, you wouldn’t have known he was talking to you.

“__?” He asked again, a knowing smirk slowly creeping across his lips.

“Huh?” You mumbled, blinking a few times before looking at his eyes properly, and you could surely feel your face burn as you’d been caught ogling at him.

“I asked you what you wanted to eat,” he chuckled.

“Pizza’s fine,” you answered and cleared your throat before quickly looking away and busying yourself with 2017′s top ten movies list. You tried not to let your eyes wander over to him again as he looked up the number and pressed the phone to his ear, but you couldn’t help but steal small glances at him every few seconds, and every time he caught you his smile would widen.

You snapped your eyes back the laptop as he ended the call after placing the order, and he walked over to the bed and sat next to you. He scooted so he was practically stuck to your side and placed his chin on your shoulder to look at the screen with you, simultaneously wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Anything good?” He mumbled, and his voice was right to your ear, his breath hitting your skin immediately. You sighed and shook your head no, not trusting your voice at the very moment. You continued to scroll through movies, occasionally stopping at one and reading the description but moving on after figuring out it wasn’t worth it.

“Come on, just pick anything,” he whined, and if he didn’t sound so adorable, you would’ve elbowed him in the stomach.

“They all suck, though,” you groaned and he only giggled and tightened his arms around you. You smiled and involuntarily scooted closer to him, enjoying the feeling of his body against yours and his scent that overwhelmed you, both from himself and his clothes that you were wearing.

He turned his head to bury his face in your hair, humming in contempt. “You smell nice,” he mumbled before lifting one hand and moving your hair away to reach your skin and nuzzle into the crook of your neck. Goosebumps erupted on your skin at the intimate action and you unconsciously tilted your head a bit for him when he placed a soft kiss to your skin.

You sighed when he continued placing kisses, getting hotter and hotter with each passing second as his kisses got harder. Your eyes fluttered shut when his lips parted slightly and you felt the warmth of his mouth envelope a spot on your neck. One of your hands lifted without you realizing it and grabbed his hair softly, running through the smooth strands when he actually began sucking and nibbling at the spot he’d chosen to his liking.

“Kookie..” You meant to grab his attention but it barely came out as a hazy sigh and he only hummed against your skin before pulling away slowly.But he clearly wasn’t planning on stopping as he dove one of his hands into your hair and angled your head towards his before connecting your lips.

You hummed against his lips, enjoying the sudden displays of affection, slowly turning your body so you could get more comfortable. He started leaning back, breaking the kiss to lean against the headboard and pull you onto him. However, as you tried to balance yourself on your hand as you climbed over him, you had no idea how your foot managed to slip on the covers and it had you tumbling on top of him. You laid against his chest and groaned in embarrassment as you felt his chest vibrate with laughter beneath you.

“Have I told you how adorable you are?” He laughed and patted your waist as a signal for you to sit up properly and look at him, which you did with a glare.

“Only about a million times now,” you crossed your arms at him.

“Well, you are,” he raised a brow and uncrossed your arms before pulling you forward and placing your arms around his neck. “Come’ere..”

Your lips were on his once again and you weren’t planning on embarrassing yourself this time as this one seemed much more heated than the one before with the way his tongue roamed your mouth freely. His hands alternated between your back and waist, moving around and tracing your upper body and scrunching up the material of your shirt, before they finally managed to slip beneath it and found their way on your bare waist and gripped it firmly.

Your hands once again dug into his hair and tugged on it, causing him to tighten his hold on you and bring you closer to him so that your torsos were pressed firmly against each other. His hand slowly traveled up your bare back before splaying out against it, holding you firmly to him as he suddenly flipped the two of you over so that he was on top.

With all the sudden movements, you barely noticed how both the shirt and boxers had ridden up your body and exposed a lot more skin, but you honestly couldn’t care less as Jungkook was kissing your breath away, your breaths mingling and your hands getting braver as you explored each other’s bodies further. You wrapped your legs around his waist because it was too tempting not to with the way his hips fit so snugly between them.

One of his hands trailed up to your hair and grabbed with just the right amount of force as his teeth bit into your bottom lip, before he sensually sucked it into his mouth. You couldn’t help but whimper at that, tightening your legs around his waist and digging your fingers into his back. You remembered that your hands also had to be put to use and trailed them down his back before you slipped them beneath his shirt, running your nails and fingertips and enjoying the movement of his muscles beneath your hands.

He pulled away from your mouth and you definitely caught the smirk on his lips at the whimper you gave out, but it was quickly hidden when he once again buried his face in the crook of your neck. He placed several kisses there before he trailed down to your collarbone which was easily exposed because of the ‘V’ of his shirt, and decided focus his attention on there.

“Jungkook,” you moaned for the first time when he sucked on a particular spot. He dropped his head onto your collarbone before groaning lowly against you, his hot panting breath practically burning through the material of your shirt. Then he suddenly looked up at you and made his way back to your lips, kissing you vigorously like there was no tomorrow, before he broke away and looked at you through eyes searing with lust.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered, placing a kiss to your lips. “We don’t have to go all the way, just-” Another kiss. “Just let me make you feel good, baby..”

It was either the pet name, his words, the look he was giving you, or the wet spot that had formed on your panties as soon as his lips touched yours, but it didn’t take even half a second for you to nod in consent.

In mere minutes, the boxers you were wearing had been thrown across the room forgotten, your shirt now all the way up to expose your bare breasts after your bra had also been discarded somewhere along the line. Your panting, whimpering, moaning, the sound of Jungkook’s mouth moving against your heat, with the occasional groans that left his lips as well were the only sounds filling the room.

“Ah,” you cried out, trying to buck your hips up but he wrapped his hands around your thighs and hips to keep you still. “Fuckkk, Jungkook.”

You dared to open your eyes and look down at him, only to find that the sight was just too erotic for you and it had you whimpering. His eyes were looking up at you, watching closely for each and every movement of yours. His skin was slightly sweaty as strands of his stuck to his face, and you were pretty sure yours was the same case. The sight was ripped away from you, however, when your head rolled back against the pillow with a loud moan as he sucked harshly on your clit.

“Fuck, yes please,” you cried out, your hand seeking out something to hold onto before you felt one of his hands leave your hips to intertwine with yours. Despite the erotic situation, you found your heart fluttering at the sweet gesture, but you didn’t have much time to think about it as his other hand traveled up your body and gripped one of your breasts in his large palm, squeezing it harshly.

“God, you’re so good.” You didn’t even know what was spewing out of your mouth as he gave you the freedom of bucking your hips against his mouth, immediately intensifying the pleasure.

“Come on, baby,” he spoke against you. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

With only a handful more encouraging words from him, your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hung open in a silent scream with your peak, only muttering a single whimper of his name. Your panting could still be heard as he cleaned you up before grabbing his boxers and pulling them up your legs.

Your eyes slid open when he brought your shirt back down and laid down beside you, propping himself up on his elbow so that his face was right above yours.

“Hey,” he mumbled with a smile to which you returned.

“Hey,” you muttered sleepily. He chuckled and leaned down to kiss you softly, and you almost melted into the mattress with sweetness.

“Sleep, baby,” he planted a kiss on your forehead and laid down properly next to you, and you turned so you could entangle your body with his. “Goodnight.”

“Night, Kookie.”


Ever since the first time Jungkook went down on you, he’d been insatiable. It was like he couldn’t get enough, pushing you down and getting whatever piece of clothing you’d been wearing out of the way before diving in.

Currently in the same position you’ve been in more than a handful of times these past couple of days, panting and whimpering in sensitivity as you came down from your second high, pushing Jungkook’s head away as you could take no more.

“Come’ere,” you mumbled lazily, pulling him up so you could reach his lips and kiss him deeply before pulling away and resting your head against the pillow beneath you. He flopped down next to you, getting ready to cuddle up to you but you placed a hand on his chest to stop him before he could.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, eyes glancing at you worriedly, but you only shook your head at him and pushed him so he was laying flat on his back and quickly straddled him.

“Nothing, I just think it’s about time that I do something for you for a change,” you said and leaned down to kiss him slowly before breaking away and making your way down his body.

“Baby, you really don’t have to..” His words trailed off as you unbuttoned his shirt and kissed every inch of exposed skin with each button you undid.

“Shh, I want to,” you said against his skin after finally undoing the last button, completely exposing his toned torso to your hungry eyes. You looked up to find him giving you the same look, his lips caught beneath his teeth as he anticipated your touch. You maintained eye contact as your fingers found their way to the button of his jeans, popping it open and slowly sliding down the zipper.

His breath was getting heavier by the second, and he groaned lowly as he helped you pull his jeans down. You were sure it looked like your mouth was watering at the sight of him so big in his boxers, the see through material doing absolutely nothing in hiding his hardness. You threw his jeans away and leaned down to place a kiss on his length through the the cloth, causing him to huff out a sigh.

You honestly didn’t have the patience to tease, nor did you think he did, so you looped your fingers at the hem of his boxers and pulled them down. A moan almost made its way past your lips at the sight of him, hard and ready, and you felt pride swell in your chest at the thought of him getting this hard because of eating you out. 

You didn’t waste anymore time and grabbed the base of his cock, angling it to place your lips on the head, mouthing at it and flicking your tongue, barely making any sucking motions at first.

“__,” he sighed out your name and you kicked it up a notch, slowly taking a bit of him in your mouth before moving back up, running your tongue flat along the underside of him along the way. You repeated the process, slowly but surely getting used to the feeling and building up your pace, until you eventually started taking more and more of him with each bob of your head.

“Fuck,” he groaned out as you sucked harshly on your way up once, and you felt his hand on the back of your hair, gripping your hair in a tight hold, not pushing or pulling, just something to grab onto. His heavy breathing sounded throughout the room. His thighs were tensing beneath your hands. You moved your gaze up to him, and the sight only made you moan whimper against him.

His head thrown back with his neck and throat completely exposed, the sweat covering his skin making each and every bone of his stand out even more and you could swear it looked like he was carved by Greek god, unless he weren’t one himself. His sweaty chest was moving up and down rapidly with each heavy breath and his stomach was clenching, his abs just begging you to let go of his cock and put your mouth on them instead.

“Fuck, __,” he moaned out. God it was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard. “Feels so good..” His grip on your hair tightened, and it only made you wetter. You fingernails dug into his thighs, unable to control yourself and the only thing you could do was increase your pace and taking more of him into your mouth.

“Yes. Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” he groaned out and subtly bucked his hips up into your mouth. You hummed against him with encouragement, more than eager to have him come in your mouth.

“Ah, __..” With one last groan of your name, he pulled on your hair to signal that he was coming. You pulled away and placed the head on your lips as you stroked him through his orgasm, feeling his warmth fill your mouth. He looked down at you with hazy eyes for a few seconds as you swallowed before licking his head one last time, and he dropped his head back onto the pillow in exhaustion.

You pulled his boxers back up his legs and tucked him in before climbing back up his body and laying against him. He immediately wrapped his arms around you waist and you rested your head in the crook of his neck, placing feathery kisses there every few seconds.

“Didn’t expect you to be the swallowing type,” he spoke all of a sudden.

You gasped and tried to sit up but he wouldn’t allow it, trapping you on his chest with his arms as he laughed loudly. You groaned and smacked his chest with your palm as much as you could with your body squished against his.

“Way to ruin the moment, asshole.”


“You said you weren’t gonna drag me to anymore Parties, Jungkook,” you groaned out as he lead you into the crowded house with his arm around your shoulder.

“I said I’ll try not to drag you to anymore parties, baby. And I am,” he looked down at you with an innocent smile. “It just hasn’t worked yet.”

“Screw you, okay.”

You both walked further into the house until you spotted his usual group of friends and made your way over to them, and they immediately yelled out their greetings to you.

“Kookie! __! You’re heeereee,” Jimin drawled out as he got up and stumbled his way over to you, clearly more than buzzed on drinks already. He separated you and stood between the two of you, placing an arm over each of your shoulders, looking back and forth between the two of you. If it were any other guy, you would’ve pushed him off by now, but it was Jimin and you were pretty much used to his antics after hanging out with him so many times with Jungkook.

“You know,” he started to say, an evil glint in his eyes. “My room is right next to Kookie’s..”

“Yeah, we both know that Jimin,” you said, unsure where he was going with this.

“And I’m more than sure that you two know how incredibly thin the walls are in our building,” he continued.

It took you a few seconds to run over the words he’d said before you felt a light bulb go off in your head and you felt your face go red in record time. You groaned and pushed his arm away before covering your face, but you heard him mutter an ‘ow’ through a giggle and you were pretty sure Jungkook smacked the back of his head.

In a second you felt Jungkook’s arm wrap around you once again and you buried yourself in his embrace, feeling safer now. You looked up at Jimin who was still looking at you both triumphantly, and you just couldn’t help but say those words to show that you weren’t a shy girl that was ashamed of her escapades with her actual boyfriend.

“Well, in case you don’t know, that’s just a preview. You wouldn’t wanna be in your room for the full show,” you smiled innocently and leaned further into Jungkook. Jimin’s eyes widened in both surprise and amusement before he laughed as well.

“I guess I shouldn’t.”

You later found yourselves sat on a love seat. Well, Jungkook was sat on the seat, you were on his lap, all cuddled up and in your own world as the others laughed, talked and danced around you. He held a beer in one hand, occasionally taking sips, and the other rested beneath your shirt, on your hip, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin.

You looked up at him as he laughed with everyone at a joke that Hoseok just said, and you felt yourself smile involuntarily. He felt you looking at him and brought his gaze to yours, smiling cutely at you. He leaned in a pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

You both stared at each other for a few seconds, exchanging unspoken words before he decided to speak up. “Wanna get out of here?”

You nodded and got up.


You weren’t exactly planning to end the night like this, but what was supposed to be just a goodnight kisses had him leading you back to his room and pressing you against the door before he even opened it.

You kissed like two couldn’t get enough of each other, panting into each other’s mouths, out of breath but unwilling to break apart.

He placed his hands on your thighs on you immediately jumped up and wrapped them around his waist. He pinned you against the door with a thud and you moaned against his lips in wanton.

“Just go inside the room before you fuck here like animals.”

You broke apart with a gasp to see Yoongi walking to his room, barely sparing you a glance on his way. You barely managed to giggle at that before Jungkook swung open his door and stumbled in the room. He kicked it shut with his foot and immediately made his way over to his bed, thanking God that his roommate was almost always stuck up his girlfriend’s ass and he had the room to himself for the night.

He dropped you on the bed and climbed on top of you with that hungry look in his eyes that you never tired of, before connecting your lips once again.

You couldn’t even waste time on foreplay, you’d done that warm up way too many times and it took a fucking ton of self control not to just fuck each other senseless from the first time. But something told you both to wait, to take it just a bit slower than usual because the wait always made it so much better. And it did.

There was no waiting anymore though, both of your clothes were off in record time and your bodies were tangled together, not even an inch of space separating you two. The feeling of his body against yours was near euphoric, with every bit of bare skin rubbing against yours, his hands roaming yours in return, groping and squeezing freely to put each and every body part of yours to memory. To know how each touch could make you moan and whimper and sigh.

“Jungkook..” Your cry of his name was desperate, almost choked, as he entered you in one swift motion. Your head dropped back, your back arching and your chest pressing flush against his. Nails running down his back as he found his pace, slowly thrusting his hips as his heavy breaths hit your skin and gave you shivers.

Your sweaty palms gripped at the sheets, almost ripping them with the force of your hold, and he grabbed one of them in his to pin it against the bed and intertwined your fingers together against the mattress as he sped up his thrusts.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned and dropped his forehead on your collarbone, his mouth pressing wet kisses to the valley between your breasts. Your other hand dug into his hair and you unconsciously scraped his scalp with your nails.

His other hand gripped your thigh and hoisted it up his waist, causing you to tighten your legs around his and bring him deeper into you.

“Yes! Fuck yes,” you cried out when he started going deeper, using more force than before to bring you the maximum amount of pleasure he could. “Right there, Jungkook..”

His name came out in a whimper, and the growl he let out in response was almost animalistic as he sped up his thrusts. He lifted his head and his torso before resting his elbows on either side of your head to support his body, gaining leverage to snap his hips harder against yours. His lip was caught beneath his teeth in concentration, and the sight of him above you almost brought tears of pleasure to your eyes.

Jeon Jungkook was a fucking sight for sore eyes.

Sweaty strands of hair stuck to his forehead. Eyes fluttering open and shut with that blissful expression gracing his features. Lips parting to let out the most erotic, sexiest noises you’d ever heard from a man before.

You wrapped your arms around his torso and dragged your fingers down his sweaty back, appreciating the feeling of his muscles moving and tensing beneath your fingertips. And then you did something you wanted to do ever since the first time you caught sight of his cute little behind. You dragged your hands down and gripped his ass, squeezing slightly and pushing him to go harder.

He wobbled a bit on his elbows at the sudden action, letting out a short out-of-breath laugh and leaning down to kiss you before going on, and you couldn’t help the smile on your lips despite the situation your were in. And that only showed you how comfortable you could be with Jungkook no matter what.

His hand traveled between your bodies, seeking out the most sensitive part of your body. The smile faltered from your lips when he found it and immediately started rubbing in tight circles, and he had you clenching your thighs around his hips in blinding pleasure.

“Jungkook! Oh god, please,” you cried out. “I’m so close..”

“Me too baby, come on.” He grunted, somehow managing to increase his pace.

You brought one hand to the back of his neck and pulled him into a heated sloppy kiss that consisted of you two moaning and breathing into each other’s mouths.

“I’m there, I’m there..” You whimpered. “Fuck, Jungkook!” With one last, loud moan of his name, you came, clenching around him.

“Ah fuck, __!” He moaned loudly, dropping his head in the crook of your neck to hide his moans, but you heard them loud and clear as you felt his warmth fill you, your eyes rolling back at the blissful feeling you’d been craving for so long.

You stayed that way for a few seconds before he pulled out of you, grabbing a shirt that was thrown beside his bed to clean you up before throwing it away laying down beside you. He didn’t even have to usher you over to cuddle into him, and he wrapped the covers around you with his arms around you.

He placed a soft kiss to your forehead and you looked up at him to find him already staring at you. And you didn’t even need to exchange words to know that you both felt happy and contempt about this, and you both new it wasn’t ending anytime soon.

3

lookin straight through you seeing all the broken parts

yeah, i’ll always love you guys too :)

Our Booth ~ Jughead Jones

Okay, I have quickly become extremely obsessed with Riverdale, and mainly Jughead! I love the new twist on the character, and I absolutely love the way that Cole Sprouse portrays him, so I needed to write something for him.

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   You had just moved back to Riverdale after three years of being away. You were excited to see all your old friends again and to see what they were like now; especially your old best friend, Jughead Jones. You had both been pretty devastated when your mom told you that she had gotten a job that required you to move. You two had kept in touch for almost two years after that, but it faded to a couple text messages here and there, until the two of you just completely stopped. For the last two years you hadn’t seen or heard anything from your absolute best friend in the entire world.

   Your mom had sent you to pick up your takeout at the local diner and your personal favourite place to eat; Pop’s.  Jughead and you used to come here all the time, every friday night you would sit at the same table and just talk about life, that booth was your happy place. Walking in, Pop comes from behind the counter to greet you.

“(Y/N), I didn’t know that you were back in town, how are your parents?” He asks.

“They’re great, they actually sent me to pick up our food. You know that none of us can resist your burgers” you smile at him.

“Well, I will get that ready for you, it’ll take a minute so, make yourself comfortable.”

“Thank you Pop”

  
    You look around the room and notice that the place is completely empty except one person; you didn’t expect anything different at this time on a Friday night. The boy looked to be about your age with black hair covered by a beanie, he was typing away furiously on his laptop.

    Damn, he is attractive!

   He also happened to be sitting in your favourite booth. You decide to go talk to him, maybe you’ll have a friend before you start school in a couple days.

   Standing next to the table, you greet him, “Hello, would you mind if I sat?”

“Why?” He asks, not looking up from his laptop.

“I don’t know, maybe so we can have a conversation? Doesn’t seem like you’ve got a line up of people wanting to talk to you.” I sassed.

“Fine, whatever” he agrees, not looking at you still.

“Thank you” I reply politely, sitting down across from him, “I’m starting to understand why people aren’t fighting to be your bestie.”

“I really don’t care if people like me, I’m fine on my own.” He rolls his eyes at you.

“Wow, you’re really hot, shame about the personality though” you snark

“Well, I don’t think anyone could ever be as lovely as you” he tells you sarcastically.

“Whatever. What are you writing?” You ask, pointing to his laptop.

“A novel” he answers.

“About?”

“What happened here this summer, the murder of Jason Blossom” he says flatly.

“Interestic topic” you try.

“Order for (L/N)” Pop says, bringing the bag of food to the table and placing it in front of you, “ It’s good to see you two back together again, and in your booth too. You know (Y/N), Jughead never sits at a different table, even in all the time that you were gone.”

   Pop smiles at the two of you before making his way back behind the counter.

“(Y/N) (L/N), is it really you?” Beanie boy asks you, losing the grumpy attitude instantly, closing his laptop he just stares at you wide eyed.

   He searched your face like he was trying to memorize it. he had a look of pure joy on his face and you assumed that you had the same look. You had missed him so much, and now he was right here in front of you again, you were overjoyed to have your best friend back.

“The one and only” you answer happily, “ you look different Jug.”

“So do you” he answers with a grin, “I didn’t even recognize you.”

“Did you really always sit here?” You question.

“Every Friday, six O'clock on the dot” He answers, “I guess I just hoped that one day you’d come back through those doors and everything would go back to the way it used to be; you and me against the world.”

“That is the sweetest thing I have ever heard Jug” you say, causing a blush to appear on his cheeks, “I guess your wish finally came true.”

“I guess it has” he smiles, “come on, let me walk you home, I haven’t seen your parents in ages.”

The two of you stand and he packs up his bag, before throwing the strap over his shoulder.

“They have definitely missed you” you beam, “but, not as much as I have.”

“Good to know (Y/N), cause I have missed you to” He says, pulling you in for a tight hug.

  You stand there for a minute, just hugging, trying to make up for the years without eachother. His head rests on top of yours, while yours is laid on his chest.

“Damn, you got tall Jughead.” You laugh from your place in his arms.

“I like it, I’m the perfect height to rest my head on yours” you don’t have to see his face to know that he is smiling.

“You’re such a dork.” You laugh.

“I know, I got that from so many years of hanging out with you” He jokes as the two of you pull away from the hug. He grabs one of your hands in his, intertwining your fingers as he grabs the bag of food with his other hand.

   You pay for your food and exit through the front door of Pop’s into the chilly September weather, walking together down the sidewalk, hands clasped together tightly.

“Now, what’s this about me being hot?” Jughead teases you lovingly.

“Shut up.”

anonymous asked:

Jem, I'm sorry for this plagiarism saga. And all the salty anon. Let me be the vinegary anon (was going to say sweet, but I'm not really) to balance the palate yeah? Let's play a copycat bingo, shall we? All you have to do is say bingo everytime I guess right because I have been running my investigation in the small pool of SLBP writers and I think I have found your plagiarist. 1) She sounded just like you in her recent fics that we had to double take the byline. 2) a very prolific fic author.

(I apologize for doing this in anon, I’m a coward, but plagiarism is a festering issue that needs cauterising). 3) She openly expressed admiration for you and citing you as inspiration. 4) She is young but old enough to know better. 5) She’s not used to write and sound like you. 6) But now that she has stolen your voice, style and syntax, she seemed to be unapologetically milking it for all the notes. 7) It is especially blatant when you read a certain fic about a certain lord puppy bestfriend.

Bless you, friend. I’m the coward. I’ve since discovered that I might be one of the few, and that there are many people here, amazing and kind, supportive and just, badass and so bright, who are irrefutably not cowards and never will be– including you. It’s a lesson I never expected to learn on the Internet with so much humility. 

Yet here we are.

So, Vinegary Anon: bingo. To all of it. 

blue night radio ♡ 170310
translation: thatcoolcatmeow

jonghyun: nine-ssi, how was today’s radio?
nine: i had many thoughts while coming here today. many people around me ask: “do you still do blue night?” each time i would come here thinking: i want to do this really, really for a long time, for a long time, forever, forever. thinking that the countdown begins now …, it feels weird.
jonghyun: it’s sad, right?
nine: i don’t know. i can’t really put my feelings into words just yet but blue night was really dear to me as well. there are only a few weeks left now and i wanted to tell you that i still have a lot of things to talk about with jjongd.
jonghyun: i was thinking about that … about saying goodbye. i had two ideas: one was to put off as long as i can and tell you the news at the very end because it would be too shocking, or to tell you early so the stories you might end up leaving at your heart would be less but i decided that tell you earlier was better.

Why does the BIGBANG community feel so dead here on tumblr nowadays? Where’d you run off to, fam? I miss my dash being flooded with lots and lots of BB goodness…

Originally posted by leepandari

Got7 Reaction to Seeing You w/ Your New Boyfriend

Just going to say this right now, it’s pretty angsty you guys ~Admin WildandSexy


Mark:

As he walked into a coffee shop, he saw you and a man at a table holding hands. You turned your head and made made eye contact, making Mark’s stomach drop. 

Hey babe, I think we should leave.” You said in a hushed tone to your new boyfriend, you got up to leave. 

You walked out of the coffee shop, not bothering to look in Mark’s direction. Tears brimmed Mark’s eyes and threatened to fall. He tells himself to get over you, but when he loved someone that much.. he can’t force himself to.

Originally posted by tepangel

JB:

JB was walking through town when he ran into you and a man.

“Oh uh, hey Jaebum.. This is ___, my boyfriend. ____, this is Jaebum.” You said gesturing towards him.

“Boyfriend huh? Well, take good care of her, because if I find out you are treating her b-” You cut him off.

“Enough JB. We are no longer a thing-”

“Right.” JB spits out roughly. He brushes past you, starting to feel ashamed for his behavior.

Originally posted by sugaglos

Jackson:

He was scrolling through social media, when he saw something you posted- just because you two broke up, does not mean he won’t try to be at least your friend. It was a picture of you and.. your new boyfriend. Jackson’s heart sank. Should he be over you by now? It’s been year now, and it looks like you have. He turns his phone off and flips it over. What else can he do? As long as you’re happy and this guy treats you well, Jackson is going to try his best to be happy for you.

Originally posted by jypnior

Jinyoung:

When Jinyoung saw you with another man, he couldn’t help but feel bitter. After all, he was the one who thought everything was perfect and was happy with you and the relationship. You broke it off, saying you needed a break. It’s been a year and now, he sees you with this man. Isn’t a break where you rest from whatever it is and come back? Why didn’t you come back? He kept walking though, the thought of you with another man creeping back into his mind over and over again. A break. You said a break. One day, you’ll have to come back.. Right?

Originally posted by umma-jy

Youngjae:

A year ago, Youngjae was watching you leave. Now, he sees you again but with a man. He’s with JB, leaving the JYP building to grab a bite to eat when he spots you.

Come on Youngjae, don’t worry about it. Let’s just go eat, okay?” Jaebum says, putting his hand on Youngjae’s shoulder.

I just want to see what y/n has been up to. That’s all.” He says, voice shaking with tears in his eyes and turns in your direction.

Youngjae,” JB grabs onto his arm, making eye contact. “Let her go.

Originally posted by got7official

BamBam:

BamBam heard from Yugyeom that you got a boyfriend, feeling heartbroken.

Are you sure? Is this a joke? Yugyeom, if this is a joke, it’s not funny.” He looked in Yugyeom’s direction, looking like he was about to cry.

I’m sure. BamBam, I’m sor-

Could you please leave me alone right now?

BamBam-

Please.” He said, his bottom lip quivering.

Yugyeom finally obliged to leaving BamBam alone. He let his tears fall, throwing his jacket across the room. He slumps down to the floor. Ever since you broke up with him, BamBam has been waiting to hear from you. A call, a text. Anything. Getting you to come back seems so far now.

Originally posted by jeonjuly

Yugyeom:

He hears a knock at the door and goes to open it, revealing you.

Y/n?” Yugyeom stands there in shock.

Listen Yugyeom, I’m not trying to get back together. I just have something to give to you.” You held out an old shirt of his. “I didn’t want my boyfriend to see it, and I thought you would want it back.

What? Are you serious? You come here the first time in a year, late at night, just to give me an old crusty shirt and tell me you have a boyfriend? I bet this damn boyfriend of your’s doesn’t treat you as well as I did, and-

Enough! Take the sh-

Burn the damn shirt! Okay?! I don’t want it! What would make you think I want something that reminds me of our relationship that you pulled out of?

Yugyeom, the pressure-

Leave. Take the shirt with you.” He closes the door and presses his forehead against it. “Why did you leave me in the first place?” He whispers, already knowing you had left. 

Originally posted by celes-tae

Masterpiece | 01

Taehyung is going insane because he misses his sunset.

This is the first time I post something I’ve written, so please support me. Like if you enjoy the reading and let me know how you feel about this. There will be a part two and hopefully, a lot of other scenarios too.

pairing: taehyung x reader
genre: angst
word count: 1.1k 
part two

Every night Taehyung promises he will sleep early, however, he never keeps his promise. No matter how hard he tries to close his eyes and sleep, his thoughts get him awake and he heads to his atelier to paint.

Taehyung has been suffering for months, his friends are all worried about the dark purple under his eyes, the dry skin and messy long hair he has now, out of pure sadness. He doesn’t want to take care of himself anymore, he hates being alive without his own sunset.

She really is gone, his mind said to him for the tenth time this dawn. Taehyung’s hands were working on their own, he looked at the canvas lazily with his face wet from tears that he didn’t bothered at all, because he was used to them. She was so loved, why her? God, why did you take her away from me?

For eight months now, Taehyung has been painting her, since she said her last goodbye. She was his sunset, full of bright colors, dreams and plans. Why, just… why? Every canvas in this room were full of her genuine happiness, as he remembers her every second of every day. A long time has passed, but he couldn’t forget any trace of the girl’s face and body.

He was paiting her lips now, almost finishing the piece he started a week ago. Then, Taehyung was hit with the feeling of their kisses. Gosh, her taste is still alive on his own lips… and the texture of her skin lingers on his fingertips. How can he move on if each day she makes him love her more? This is insanely painful and wrong, but nothing can save him from loving Y/N so much, even after her death.

This night the boy felt more insane than ever. Memories are rushing through his veins, the tears are getting his cold cheeks warm as he cries and paints heavily and lightly, at the same time, around her delicate face on the canvas. The background of this paiting was a mess, as he knew she loved. Watercolor was so Y/N, he felt sorry for himself for keeping her this alive everywhere in his pieces. The green, purple and yellow hanging behind the locks of her hair were expressing his confusion so well, all he felt was pain by now.

“Taehyung, come here!” Y/N said from their room, he walked slowly as always, following the enchanting sound of her angelic voice.

“Yes, miss?” Taehyung answered lightly as their eyes met. She was under the covers, smiling at him like he was the only man in the world.

“Come here, stay with me for a little longer.” Her voice sounded sneaky, she knew he wouldn’t resist and smiled when Taehyung walked towards the bed and laid beside her, holding her tight.

“You are so mean, you know that?” He whispered to make her shiver, two can play the game.

“But you love it, don’t you?” Y/N smiled again, but this time seductively and both of them knew she would win over him, as always.

Taehyung only laughed, accepting he lost. “Be mine forever, Y/N.”

What is happening to him? He hated his state of mind at that very moment. The traces of her gets clearer and clearer by the second as another flashback comes to his eyes, why can’t everything fade away like it happened to everyone else? The issue is he wasn’t like other people. Honestly, the boy didn’t know if he felt lucky or sorry for being insane.

“What do you think?” Y/N asked. The girl was nervous, it was the first time she showed Taehyung her writing. Her hands brushed her hair back as the thought of her delivering the book to him came back to her mind. As soon as she finished it, she gave it to him. The plot was about them and hopefully the boy would notice that from the first word he read. Taehyung has read it in two days and told her to meet him.

They were at their favorite coffee shop, Van Gogh’s Cafe, where they met three years ago. The environment made the chocolate eyed girl even more nervous, every piece of that place was written in one of the chapters of her book.

Taehyung stared at Starry, Starry Night hanging on the wall beside his seat, praying he was doing a good job on holding a smile. He noticed Y/N was stressed and loved it, concluding he definitely was successful on his attempt.

“Listen, I…” He started and her eyes were glued at the tan skinned boy profile. From his peripheral vision, he could see her bite her soft and slightly plump lips, which almost made him give up on his plan and kiss her. But he was already too far on this, his mind warned him. “I am so honored to be yours.” Taehyung finally smiled and Y/N sighed in relief and laughed wholeheartedly. “It is more than amazing, my love. This book is a masterpiece and I’m not saying it in vain. Thank you for letting me know your point of view on us.” They were holding hands.

“I love you, Taehyung.” That was all she could say after being overwhelmed by his words.

At that moment, the boy have stopped crying and his hands were now quiet. The piece was finished, one more to add to his collection. Taehyung stared deeply at the canvas, he was proud of his work, however, this was a small thought between all the sadness he felt right now.

His hands were a mix of dry colors after paiting for hours, but he couldn’t care less. Those same hands ran through his long locks as he sighed. He needed to have his hair cut, indeed. Would Y/N like how his hair was now? Taehyung thought. He likes it, his fringe is almost hiding his eyes and the undercut he used to keep trimmed is gone. The caramel haired boy looked at himself in the eyes in the mirror, took his specs in his hands and realized all the signals of tiredness on his face.

His thoughts were broken by the ringing door bell, he frowned angrily as he checked the time in his watch, 3:45am. Who the hell would come here this time of the night?

He cautiously walked towards the door of the apartment, hoping it would be Hoseok asking to stay over because he was too drunk to get home. Afraid it would be a thief or something like it, the boy tried not to make any huge noise. Taehyung has broken his door’s spyhole during a crisis last month and cursed himself for this now, he was just so stupid. Fuck it, he thought before opening the door completely only to be washed with panic and desperation.

“Y/N?” He managed to mumble between heavy breaths.

I Need You [Tim Drake x Reader]

Anon requested: “okay but can you please fuck me up with some angsty 31, 27, and 9 with my boy Tim Drake? Please?”

A/N: Holy…. okay this combination is… omg okay I’ll try not to make myself cry

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader

Warning: Death

Word Count: 1399

Prompt 9: “You walk out of that door and I’m not gonna be here waiting for your ass to come back.”

Prompt 27: “You keep hurting me and I just keep coming back to you.“

Prompt 31: “Sometimes you don’t get what you want in life, and you know what? That’s okay.”

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You hated it; all the lonely nights in a cold bed, the fear that wrapped around your heart every single night, the sinking feeling of being ignored, the disgusting injuries and nauseous smell of blood.

You loved Tim, you loved him more than words could explain. What you didn’t love was the fact that his life seemed to be complete without you. Sure, he claimed to love you with all his heart, but where was he? If he wasn’t out being a hero and saving lives, he was whisked away by the amount of work he had. It was an endless cycle and you wondered if he ever considered putting you, his girlfriend, into the picture.

You tolerated it. You were patient and you waited, and waited, and waited. No matter how much it pained you, you kept waiting like a lovesick fool. Perhaps you were some lovesick fool to stay with someone who sometimes didn’t even bat an eye at you.

And then one day, you finally snapped.

“Hey Timmy.” you said cheerfully when he entered the apartment in a hurry. However, all you felt was a rush of wind as he shuffled past you. “Tim?”

“Not now, I’m late for patrol.” he muttered quickly, hastily changing into his costume. 

Now, you were already upset. However, he had ignored you all day–again–and he didn’t even offer a greeting.

That was when it all came pouring out.

“You’re always patrolling!” you blurted out, stomping your foot. Tim, who had just finished putting his costume on, froze as his eyes widened in shock. You never shouted at him before.

“What–”

“I hate this, Tim!” you continued, “I hate being the least of your worries! Every night, I go to sleep alone and every morning I wake up to an empty bed! And you know how scared I am each time that happens? I don’t know whether you left for work already or you never returned from patrol, because you don’t even bother to leave a note, or send a simple text saying you’re okay!” By the end of it you had tears of frustration running down your face. “You know, you keep hurting me and I just keep coming back to you, and frankly I don’t know how much more pain I could take!”

Tim frowned. Usually he would be consoling you and apologizing, but he had been having a rough time too. He was on multiple cases that seemed to only lead to a dead end and the crime rate was at its peak. He was frustrated as well.

“Look, can we talk about this after my patrol?” he sighed, already sliding the balcony door open. He wasn’t even waiting for an answer.

His impatience and attitude towards your outburst only fueled your anger, and so you hissed, “You walk out of that door and I’m not gonna be here waiting for your ass to come back.

For the second time that night, Tim froze. He stood on the balcony, staring at you as if you had killed someone. 

“W-What? [F/N], no.” He shook his head in denial. He had not just heard you threaten him with that.

“Make up your mind.” you challenged, crossing your arms. “Well?”

“[F/N], you’re being irrational right now.” Tim warned. He opened his mouth to say something else, but there were police sirens in the distance, and Tim spun around, his body facing the direction the noise came from.

Someone needed his help.

“Tim, are you seriously–”

“[F/N], can we please talk about this when I get home?” Tim said quickly. “Someone is in trouble. Please, I promise we’ll talk.”

You released a breath of defeat and hung your head low. Although you were angry, you couldn’t deny that there was someone out there who could by dying right now. Gotham needed him.

“Fine. Go.” you said quietly.

“[F/N]–”

“No. Just go.” You said in a defeated voice, your voice cracking at the end of the statement. Tim looked at you sadly before dashing to you and giving you a peck on the lips, the first kiss he had given you in a very long time.

And just like that, you were a lovesick fool again.

“Someone needs me right now.” Tim whispered when he pulled away. “I’ll be back.”

As you watched him go, you mumbled weakly, “but I need you too.”


It happened so fast.

You didn’t know how that monster knew about you, but that wasn’t what mattered right now. 

You need to run

You need help.

You need him.

But he was gone. He was out saving Gotham.

You couldn’t even find the courage to scream when it struck you.


When Tim returned to the apartment, he was tired, but he was also worried about you. You seemed furious with him, and understandably so. He hadn’t been a very good partner lately, but he loved you. He loved you more than his poor heart could take, so he was going to do anything he could to make it work.

He had gone over hundreds of scenarios and possibilities in his head, but he never expected to see you on the floor, blood surrounding you and splattered on the walls when he entered the apartment.

No words could describe the shock and utter despair and fear he felt. He rushed to your side, lifting you onto his lap with shaky hands.

“[F/N]? Oh god. [F/N]! [F/N], open your eyes! Please!” Tim cried, trying desperately to get you to regain consciousness. He had tears in his eyes, staining his cowl.

“Please, please wake up.” he pleaded, his voice expressing the pain he was feeling.

“T-Tim?” He gasped when he heard your breathless voice.

“[F/N]! I’m here. I’m here.” Tim said, cradling your face with his hands. “I’m here. I’m not going to leave you, I should have never left. Oh god…”

“Tim… Tim you have to listen to me…” you murmured, your voice small and feeble. It broke his heart.

“No, you have to save your strength! I’ll get help–”

“No… Timmy… I-I’m not going to make it.” you choked. Tim shook his head madly.

“Don’t! Don’t say that, you’re going to make it!” he protested, clearly in denial. You sighed and, with all your strength, you lifted your hand and tucked on the fabric covering his face. Quickly, he removed the cowl.

The sight would’ve broke anyone’s heart. His eyes were red and glistened with tears. His lips were wobbling and he was sniffing as he struggled to control his tears.

“Tim… I-I love you.”

“I-I love you too.” Tim sobbed, holding your hand like his life depended on it. The tears wouldn’t stop.

“Shh… Tim, don’t cry.” you cooed, bringing a hand up to wipe his tears even when it took everything you had.

“Please don’t leave me.” Tim begged tearfully, “I-I need you [F/N].”

You smiled gently at him, your eyes showing so much love and affection. There was no trace of the anger you held for him before, and it only made him cry even harder. 

Sometimes you don’t get what you want in life, and you know what? That’s okay. You’re… you are strong Tim. You are my hero, my Timmy. You’re going to get through this.”

Tim shook his head. “No. I can’t. Not without you.” He was choking up. He could barely see you with how blurry his vision was.

“You can…” You closed your eyes slowly. “You… must…” Your hand went limp and dropped to the floor.

“[F/N]?” There was no response. “[F/N]?! No… please, no, you can’t–please! Please! I beg you! [F/N]!!!”

Tim brought your body into his arms and cried, not caring if he got your blood on his clothes. He held you tightly and refused to let you go, because he couldn’t. He lost too many people in his life, he couldn’t lose you too.

But he did, and in his own home out of all the places. He couldn’t help but think that it was his fault. This wouldn’t have happened if he had listened to you and stayed, if he was there to protect you. 

Tim had saved countless lives. He was always there when people needed him.

Yet the one person who he failed to save, who he failed to be there for when needed, just had to be you.

MY ANGEL; JIMIN

                                                                                                 CHAPTER II

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Genre : Guardian Angel AU | Fluff, slight smut

part 1

Thanks to Admin L for helping me getting a good start for the ‘smutty’ part ♥

I apologize for any grammatical or mistake in general, please keep in mind that English isn’t my first language (This is also my very first kinda smut so pls bear with me lol)

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No Day But Today

john laurens x reader

prompt: you were prone to worrying about every little thing in your life and future unlike John who only ever focused on the present.

a/n: aha back at it again except this time I’m both hamilton and rent trash wow

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You met John during your sophomore year.

John, as usual, was being awfully rowdy with his small entourage at the most inconvenient time. Since your house was normally a noisy place where you were unable to focus on your studies, you decided to escape to your school’s library in attempt to work in a place where you were able to complete your work to its full extent.

Of course, like most things, that didn’t go according to plan.

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jamestown starter sentences

feel free to change pronouns, etc. mentions of alcoholism, gore & death. from episode 8.

“What will they send us?”
“Labour is where riches are made.”
“Have you got some news for me?”
“Why give power away so cheaply?”
“Don’t you go thinking you can leave.”
“You’re married now.”
“We ain’t married, you jolt-head.” 
“You’re so drunk from waking to sleeping, you don’t know a spit of what might happen or not!”
“She detests my every living step. Who can blame her?”
“I am an expert at making enemies.”
“You seemed to be in considerable distress…”
“I am moments away from ruin. It is all I can do to breathe.”
“I’m going home. I am leaving this place.”
“Why is that not enough, eh?”
“We need your strength.”
“He’s turned that savage will of his against his own life.”
“How can I sleep with him so close at hand?”
“Do you believe that he might try to harm you again?”
“There’s work to do yet.”
“I gave you chances to deal but you decided to challenge me instead. And now you’re going to see what that truly costs.” 
“So what were they for? The tears?”
“All my life, I never really felt like I belonged.”
“All my life, I never really felt like I belonged. But here? In this mad, knee-deep shit pile, I do.”
“I know I’ll never leave this place.”
“I have thoughts and desires now that I ain’t never had before.”
“Did you ever witness anyone die on the gallows?”
“Do the condemned seem ready to meet their maker? Or do they plead for their lives to be spared?”
“I wish to show you something.”
“Might I take a drink with you?”
“Let us live brightly, for we do not know how much life we have left.”
“Pour inside me several ales and I do have the fleetest of feet. Shall I show you?”
“I killed a man.”
“I took the life of a man because I loved him.”
“Come on, quickly! In here.”
“Merry-making all on your own?”
“I watched that man die.”
“You must be quiet.”
“I have information that requires your discretion.” 
“You must rest, dear ____. You leave this to me.”
“Have you been drinking?”
“What is it we’re seeking out?”
“Why would the likes of a fine lady be keeping company with a rat-smelling, drinking man such as me?”
“Did you not hear me say I have the sweetest information?”
“What are you doing here?”
“Why would you come to visit me at such a time of night?”
“You are the handsomest boy that ever walked through a girl’s dreams.”
“I want to kiss you the night long.”
“Will you kiss me?”
“What is in that mind of yours?”
“You are to come quickly! _____ needs your aid!”
“Oh, sure. What do I have to lose? Except for perhaps my neck.”
“I came here to escape my past. It seems my past won’t let me go.”
“Give me your hand.”
“This forbidding place will be our lives now.”
“We are sisters. Of a sort.”
“You must go home.”
“I know just the words will shut up any man’s questioning.”
“What business is this of yours?”
“Your efforts are purposeless.”
“I know how it feels to be cut so adrift from justice that a burning need for vengeance overtakes all else.”
“If you condemn her, then you condemn me.”
“What have I done?”
“What has become of you?”
“Perhaps you might like to take a seat.”
“God will not be mocked. You mind your tongue.”
“You paint such tempting pictures. But I have learned to resist all of your entreaties.” 
“I will be by your side both night and day. Should you need me.”
“I loved you for it. I have loved you for it every day since.”
“Look at me. Look at me in the eyes so that you see it.”
“We could have a babe. Do you see?”
“I have been waiting for you.”
“I know more than you realise.”
“You know enough. That is all that matters now.”
“I live in fear of God. I live in fear of many things. Mostly, I live in fear of men.”
“I am afraid of what they will make of this world.”
“Will you forgive me?”
“There will be dancing. I would dearly like to see you dancing.”
“He is determined to ruin us.”
“If you stand beside him, others will do the same.”
“I’m going to have a child. We are a family.”
“I will dig out your brains and lay them out on my hand so that I might spit upon them, you dog.”
“If you harm him, it’ll be the last breath you take. Do you understand that?”
“Never let it be said that I killed an unarmed man.”
“They know they’ve been pocketed. What could be better?”
“Politics is not a blunt instrument.”
“Why so glum?”
“There’s so much to do, I doubt we will find the hours in the day.”
“I paid my debt to you. I’ll pay no more.”

Noctis x Fem!Reader - The Stranger in the Coffee Shop

So, as you all know I’ve not written anything for a while - I’m so sorry! But in the midst of writing my dissertation, I’ve also been writing a Noctis x Reader story I’ve thought about for a while now. Took a few days but here it is, the first part! If you enjoy or think it would be worth continuing, please let me know! Hope you like! ~

Noctis x Reader
SFW
WC: 3400

In sheer desperation to escape his upcoming duties, Noctis leaves the castle one night to wind up in a coffee shop. He gets talking to a stranger in there, and he comes up with a crazy plan to get him out of his responsibilities - fake marriage!

Slightly AU since it wouldn’t fit into the timeline in reality!

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Taking a deep breath, Noctis walked on through the moonlit streets of Insomnia, his heavy steps stomping dully as he trudged on. Long strands of ebony hair fell into his eyes but he barely noticed, focusing on the path in front of him. Wrapping his long fingers around his goose-bump ridden arms, he let out another sigh.

Damn it, really wish I had grabbed my jacket on the way out.

As the prince wished for warmth, his eyes caught sight of a soft light streaming out of the window of a near-by shop. It illuminated the path before him, the gentle glow of the light becoming incredibly welcoming. He shivered, finally looking up at the building.

Who knew a coffee shop would be open this late?

But Noctis didn’t take much time to deliberate it, the cold air increasing its cool grip on his exposed forearms. He was only grateful that there was somewhere open and inviting at this late time of night. Eagerly the prince closed his frozen fingers around the door handle, pushing open the glass door to be greeted by a rush of warm air.

An appreciative sigh left his lips as he allowed the heat to wash over his figure welcomingly, the door shutting behind him with a soft clack. Looking around he found the place unsurprisingly empty, save for a lone figure sat at one of the tables with her head bent over a laptop, forgotten cup beside her still holding whatever drink she had bought. Otherwise there were no other customers than just the two of them.

Perfect.

Slowly Noctis chose a seat away from the windows, settling into the leather with yet another sigh. His eyes fluttered shut as he finally relaxed, letting his shoulders droop and his head lower against the back of the chair.

What a nightmare that had been

Prompto would be looking for him, he was sure of it. In fact, so would the other two, combing the streets of Insomnia for a sign of the prince who had left the castle in such an angry rush. The thought projected the image of his father’s face on the back of his eyelids, disappointment touching his features. Regis hadn’t said anything. Not a word. And for some reason, that had made the situation all the more uncomfortable for Noctis.

I’m just not ready. I can’t do this. The words repeated themselves over and over in his head like a mantra. The king of kings? No way. Absolutely not.

“Hey there, what can I get y’all?”

An energetic voice brought Noctis out of his revere, his eyelids opening to see a young looking woman with a short crop of blonde curls stood before him. She held a small note pad in one hand, pencil poised in the other with a warm smile on her face. Having not read anything on the menu, Noctis replied lamely;

“Uh, a coffee?”

The woman’s smile didn’t falter, causing him to wonder how many other people had requested the same unspecific caffeinated drink.

“Any particular type you’d like?”

“Uh… ebony?” The question was evident in his voice, but it was the first coffee he could think of thanks to a certain advisor…

The only decision he’d agree with tonight. The prince almost grimaced.

“Sure thing! I’m Cindy, and I’ll have your drink over in a jiffy Prince!” And with a bouncy walk she headed back over to the counter to prepare the requested drink. However, the last part of the sentence didn’t fail to escape his notice, drawing yet another sigh from his lips.

Can’t go anywhere to escape this title

Once again Noctis settled back into his seat, hoping he couldn’t be viewed from the window in his current placement. He wanted a few moments peace before he was inevitably found, and boy would he be in trouble once he was found. Thinking about the long, obligated lecture from Ignis alone was enough to make him groan into his hand.

“You’re sighing an awful lot over there.” A soft voice once again interrupted his inner monologue, however it was different from the first. Lifting his sapphire gaze, his eyes landed on the other customer in the café tucked into the corner of the room. She had finally lifted her head up from her laptop, her eyes reflecting the tired feeling Noctis himself felt.

“Got a lot to sigh about.” He answered dully, slouching back against the soft leather of his seat.

She scoffed.

“Really?”

“Yes.” His answer was short, his eyebrows puckering in a slight frown of annoyance.

“But you’re a Prince.”

It was Noctis’ turn to scoff.

“So? Maybe I don’t want to be.” He grumbled, not really looking at the woman sat across from him.

“But your life must be so… worry free.”

“That’s where you are wrong.” His eyes slid to the floor as he spoke, eager to end this conversation with the stranger in a coffee shop. She clearly didn’t understand what he was feeling, just another person who believed status equalled happiness, and that was what he really didn’t want right that second.

“Enlighten me then. What could possibly trouble the Crown Prince Noctis enough to come here at this time of night?” The woman continued, tilting her head curiously as his gaze once again lifted to hers.

“You’re full of questions aren’t you?” He grunted and she shrugged in reply.

“I’d like to know how the other half live, y’know? I bet our worries are vastly different.” She sighed, her eyes casting down to look back at her laptop screen, the blue light casting a glow over her face once more.

The other half huh? Me too. Noctis wondered. It would indeed be nice to know what it would be like to live his life without it being predetermined for him, without the knowledge that weighed so heavily on his shoulders regarding his future.

“Here ya go – nice an’ hot for y’all. Drink it up now.” Cindy suddenly returned with a steaming cup on a tray, setting down the ceramic container in front of the prince as a rich, deep scent infiltrated his nose. The heat radiating from the coffee was pleasant, warming the prince’s hands as he wrapped his fingers around the cup. Smiling, he thanked Cindy who smiled in return before heading back behind the counter.

Before he could stop himself, his eyes returned once more to the girl across from him still glancing at the screen in front of her. She tapped away slowly, her eyes revealing how tired and fed up she felt. Noctis found himself feeling… bad for her. No, bad was the wrong word. He empathised with her. He too, was extremely tired and fed up at his situation, but what, he wondered, could be bothering her? Against his better judgement, Noctis gripped his coffee at the handle and rose from his chair. The sound of his boots across the laminate flooring alerted her to his presence and she looked up, surprise registering in her eyes as the prince stopped at the chair seated opposite hers.

He lifted an eyebrow in question, and after a moment she nodded. Noctis set his coffee down and settled in his new chair. It wasn’t as comfy as the soft leather had been, but he concluded that was the point. It was clearly where people could sit to do work, and again he wondered about the laptop set before the girl.

“What, uh… what is your name?” Noctis started, not quite sure how to begin a conversation with a complete stranger from a coffee shop he’d entered on a whim.

This isn’t something I pictured myself doing recently.

She looked at him from over the lid of her laptop, her eyes creasing slightly as she smiled.

“[Name].” She told him, and he nodded. He opened his mouth to reply but she shook her head before he could.

“I know who you are Prince Noctis, there isn’t a person in Insomnia who doesn’t.”

“Yeah… fair.” He nodded, feeling even more awkward than before. He really couldn’t escape that title even for a few moments.

“I… I’m writing.” She offered suddenly, sensing his discomfort and feeling a little bad about it. To ease the silence, she finally offered something up about herself.

“You are?”

“Mmhmm, which is why I’m currently stressed.” She sighed, leaning a cheek into her hand in resignation.

“What are you writing about?”

“Now who’s full of questions?” One brow perfectly arched as a small smirk graced her lips. Noctis rolled his eyes.

“Okay, you got me. Well… I’ve well and truly fucked up tonight.” He offered in resignation. As he spoke he realised he just wanted to get the words of his chest, to have an impartial party to talk to about the situation. This girl sat in front of him, with her chin resting on her hand, warm eyes keeping his gaze and friendly smile, posed the perfect opportunity to release some of the frustration pent up inside.

“How so?”

And he just let go.

“I told my dad I don’t want it. I don’t want to be king. He thinks I’m… I’m not responsible enough for what I have to do and I can tell. He doesn’t have to say it, but it’s there.” Noctis folded his arms on the table and dropped his head into the gap. He’d left out of course, the whole king of kings, saving the world stuff he didn’t even want to think about himself, let alone tell it to a stranger.

“Ah, that sounds rough…” Her voice had softened, and with a gentle ‘clip’ Noctis heard her shut her laptop. This caused him to lift his head questioningly, seeing that she was prepared to give him her full attention.

“Yeah, sucks a little. Tensions are high y’know. I just had to get away from it a little bit.”

“Mmm… sorry.”

“Huh?” Noctis sat up to look at her properly, seeing that her gaze had lowered and was that… a blush beginning to form on her cheeks?

“About earlier. I know it can’t be easy being a prince, I was just… stressed out myself.” She apologised, fiddling with her sleeves.

“It’s uh, fine. You didn’t know. What has you stressed anyway?” Noctis asked, eager to shift the focus away from himself currently. She gestured to her laptop in answer before she spoke.

“I have a deadline to meet. I… I’m a reporter.”

Noctis’ blood ran cold. A reporter? And he had foolishly revealed what had happened to her.

Oh shit, I am royally fucked.

The panic in his eyes must have been evident as she immediately waved her hands and shook her head.

“No! I haven’t written anything about what you have just said, I promise. I’ll let you have a look at my laptop if you like, I haven’t got a word down. I mean, I won’t lie, I was going to which is why I was so inquisitive to start off with. But what you just told me now… it seems too personal to report.” Her voice tapered off towards the end, and Noctis regarded her cautiously. Her eyes were wide, and palms faced towards him in a gesture of peace. She didn’t seem like she was lying, and she had closed her laptop straight after he’d finished speaking. That hadn’t been enough time to write anything, surely?

For some reason, Noctis trusted her. He knew she wasn’t lying.

“Okay. Thank you.” He nodded, and she relaxed at his apparent acceptance of apology. A few moments passed in silence, both taking sips from their drinks until Noctis suddenly scrunched up his nose.

“You’re drinking that?” He asked, gesturing to the cup in her hand.

“Yeah, I mean, I paid for it?” She answered in confusion, checking her cup for any stains or anything that would make it undrinkable.

“Isn’t it cold?”

“Oh, yeah. Stone.”

Noctis wrinkled his nose in disgust once more, causing her to laugh.

“It’s not that bad.”

“I’ll take your word for it, and continue to drink my warm coffee.”

“What coffee even is that?”

“Ebony, apparently.”

“Ugh, see that’s even worse than my cold one.”

“I know a spectacled man who would vehemently disagree with you there.” Noctis mumbled looking down in his cup, thoughts of his predicament returning at the mention of Ignis.

“Hey, why don’t you get married?”

Noctis spluttered at her suggestion, almost spilling his remaining coffee as he started.

“What?”

“It’s just a suggestion. It’s a great way to show your dad you’re responsible without actually having to do much, marriage always make you look grown up.” The slight smirk had returned, rolling her eyes at the prince’s reaction.

“Marriage is your great idea?”

“Sure.”

“I’ll pass.”

She shrugged her shoulders in return, bringing her cup to her lips once more, this time so she could mumble into the rim.

“Chicken prince.”

“…what was that?”

And once again Noctis was blessed by her little smirk, just twitching at the corner of her lips as she shrugged once more.

“I’m sure I have no idea what you mean…”

“Tch, really?”

“Oh yep.” Her smirk grew more pronounced at the prince’s look of disbelief, until she couldn’t help herself and giggled at his expression.

“I’m not a chicken.” He mumbled, almost sullenly which only proved to make her giggle more.

“So you did hear me then.”

“Yeah, I mean, it wasn’t very quiet.”

“That was the point.”

Noctis sighed and rested his hands in his lap, looking down to wrap a loose thread around his index finger.

Ignis will want to fix that I suppose

“It’s not that simple, even if I did want to get married.” He mumbled, a familiar blonde face swimming into vision, reminding him of his duty.

“How do you mean?”

He didn’t quite know why, but there was something about this stranger that made him want to just tell her everything. Was it because she wasn’t affiliated with the castle in anyway? Or was it her friendly nature? Or the way her voice sounded so inviting when she lowered it like that?

Or perhaps she really is a dam good reporter.

Either way, she drew him in easily, and he found himself wanting to share his thoughts with her.

“There… there is something I have to do as Prince, to help keep the peace as you have to. But… I don’t really want this, and I don’t want to hurt her feelings or-”

Noctis was suddenly cut off by a loud, sharp bang at the door. Instinctively he swivelled in his chair to face the sound, and was met by a bright flash.

“Ah!”

The light was disorienting, but as his vision cleared he heard many voices talking at once, all sounding very excited.

“He’s here!”

“We’ve found him!”

“Get the shot before anyone else does, just keep snapping!”

Various clicks echoed around the raven haired boy as he rubbed his eyes to rid them of the pain. Once he opened them little specks of blue and red dotted in his eye line.

Great.

And finally, his eyes settled on the scene before him.

Even better.

In the quaint little cafe stood at least ten different reporters and a few with cameras, snapping away at the prince as he sat dumbfounded. Cindy had appeared, and was doing her best to shoo them out but none of them were listening - they were eagerly shouting questions at him, scribbling furiously on their notepads to get the scene down. Noctis turned to face his recent companion to find that she too looked very taken aback at the scene.

Their eyes locked, and she mouthed;

“What the fuck?”

To which he just shrugged and shook his head to symbolise that he too didn’t really understand. He was just about to ask the reporters just what it was they thought they were doing, when a loud, deep voice cut across the excited babble.

Noctis!”

It made his heart plummet to his stomach.

They found me

Sure enough, the hulking figure of Gladiolus Amicitia strolled in through the cafe shop door, the reporters standing back instantly though still snapping away. A short, blond boy entered after him, and a lean tawny haired man after. Each wore a different expression - one of annoyance, one of stern disappointment, and one of worry.

“There you are at last.” Ignis stepped forward towards the table, his eyebrows pulled down into a very stern frown as he approached.

“Yeah… here I am.” Noctis knew his nonchalant tone would only serve to further annoy the advisor, but at that particular moment, he didn’t care.

“Do you mind telling us what the heck you were thinking storming out at this time of night? Regis was going mad!” Gladio’s strong brow was pulled down into a frown, his eyes flashing in anger.

“I only went for a midnight stroll.”

“A-a midnight stroll?”

“I feel it would be best if we were to continue this conversation within the privacy of the castle.” Ignis intervened swiftly, making reference to the many excited reporters in the room. Gladio took a quick look around, then stood up straight and looked away from Noctis in quiet agreement.

“Uh guys?” Prompto managed to get his voice heard over the din in the room. And he asked a very good question.

“Who is that?”

And just like that, all eyes in the room turned to face the girl who had only wanted to come in to finish her article off in her favourite coffee shop. Noctis glanced at her apologetically, her eyes wide and face slightly resembling that of a deer caught in headlights.

“Ah… ah, I’m just…”

“Noct, is she your girlfriend?” Prompto blurted suddenly, and the prince swore he could almost taste the tension in the air at those words.

“N-no!” A deep red began to creep into her cheeks as once more everyone turned to look at the mysterious [h/c]. All of a sudden, the flash was going crazy once more, this time however they weren’t pointed at Noct.

As Noctis watched the cameras flash and the shocked looks from his royal guard friends, an idea blossomed in his mind. He had no idea what compelled him to do it - possibly the conversation they had earlier, but the words were coming out of his mouth before he could stop them.

This is my chance!

“She’s not my girlfriend, she’s my fiancé.”

The entire cafe was suddenly rendered quiet at the prince’s outburst. He dared not to raise his eyes and actually look at the girl he’d professed to be his fiancé, for fear of what look she might be giving him. It was like his heart had stopped, the pressure of her reply weighing on his shoulders.

Ignis’ eye twitched.

“She’s your… what?”

“We’re engaged, specs.” He forced himself to remain sounding as uninterested as possible, but it was hard with a lump the size of a hefty rock in his throat.

“Come now, you surely jest?” Ignis’ voice dipped low, as if he was offering Noctis a last way out. Even Prompto was regarding the tawny man cautiously.

“No, it’s true. We are engaged.” Finally, Noctis summoned all the courage he could muster to look up at his fake fiancé, pleading with his eyes.

For the love of the gods, please agree

She regarded him silently for a few moments, his heart racing in his chest at her silence. There was a glint in her eye, and Noctis wasn’t sure if she was amused or really fucking pissed. But then-

“Yes. We are engaged, and have been for a while.”

The reporters erupted, snapping pictures of the two companions sat at the table. Both could almost see the headlines tomorrow - and both had to stifle a groan.

Ignis’ eyes were like ice, his voice clipped and short.

“I see. Well, we must invite her to the castle, to get her settled in. Make haste.” And with that, the advisor turned on his heel and left. Gladio shook his head in disbelief, and followed after him. Prompto looked at Noctis, his blue eyes wide with some emotion… emotion that looked like… hurt. And he too, left the shop.

With a heavy heart, Noctis turned to his saviour, awkwardly offering out his arm for her to take.

“Well, shall we?”

REDAMANCY; – AN OIKURO PLAYLIST – LISTEN // COVER

1.  STOP THE WORLD I WANNA GET OFF WITH YOU – arctic monkeys 2. THE SHIVERS (I’VE GOT ‘EM) – margot and the nuclear so and so’s 3. LURK – the neighbourhood 4. CALL ME IN THE AFTERNOON – half moon run 5. HALO – cage the elephant 6. THE CONSTANT CHANGING STATE OF US (GOLD) – to kill a king 7. I’M LIKE A LAWYER WITH THE WAY I’M ALWAYS TRYING TO GET YOU OFF (ME & YOU) – fall out boy 8. DO I WANNA KNOW – hozier